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clotpolesonly · 1 month ago

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Riptide Rush

so this is outside my usual fare 😅 deepest apologies to my followers and subscribers who came to me for, like, merthur fluff back in 2014 alkjdfgh, cuz this sure ain't that!! it's not even what i planned to do for this particular square on my rare pair/kink bingo card, but it came into my head fully formed this morning and formally asked to be written, so here it is ✌🏻 | Declan/Matthew | E | 1.9k | Sibling Incest | D/s undertones | Watersports | Crying | (also on AO3)

"I gotta pee."

Declan huffed. "Matthew, we literally just got on the interstate. Why didn't you say that ten minutes ago? Why didn't you go before getting in the car like I told you to?"

"I dunno," Matthew said with a shrug. There was a field of cows coming up on their right and he took a moment to moo in their general direction. They did not moo back at him. "I didn't have to go before. But I definitely gotta go now."

"Well, you shouldn't have drunk all that 7-Up at lunch. It's going to be another hour before the next rest stop. You'll just have to hold it."

"Nooooo."

His whine did not earn him any sympathy. Declan drove on, unmoved. "You did this to yourself."

Matthew tossed his head back against the headrest. "Deklo, I really gotta—"

Declan's hand descended on Matthew's lap, perfectly aimed despite him keeping his eyes on the road. It was a talent of his to find Matthew's dick on the first try, without looking, even through baggy shorts or eye-searing patterns. It was like he had a homing beacon or something.

"Matthew," he said plainly. "Hold it."

Fuck. That wasn't his exasperated big brother telling him what to do anymore. That was—

Matthew swallowed. He put his hand on top of Declan's; he could already feel the twinge of his bladder competing with the twitch of arousal. He said, "Okay. Yeah, okay, I can hold it."

After a sharp, proprietary squeeze, Declan slid his hand out from under Matthew's and placed it back on the steering wheel, precisely at the 2 o'clock position. He said, "Good boy."

Fuck.

Matthew burrowed back into his seat, trying to get comfy. He was usually pretty happy on long car rides—he could just zone out and play phone games or watch the scenery or mess with the radio until Declan slapped his hands away from the dial—but zoning out was not an option now. He felt full and sloshy and a little hot. He wished he'd thought to take off his jacket before getting in the car.

How long until the next rest stop? A road sign flashed past that said 40 miles but Matthew wasn't good enough at math to figure out how far that was in minutes. Declan had said an hour, but that had been a little while ago. Half an hour ago? How much time was left? God, he really had to go.

Another sign, this one for 25 miles. There was an Arby's that way too. Arby's probably had bathrooms.

Declan turned the music up and changed lanes to let a speeder pass them. He drove on.

If Matthew positioned his body just right, thighs tensed and hips just barely lifted off the seat, he could relieve some of the pressure. He couldn't hold it for too long, though. Every time the trembling in his thighs forced him to settle back down, he had to bite his lip against a whimper.

5 miles to the rest stop. That couldn't take long, could it? They were driving pretty fast, though not as fast as most of the cars around them; Declan always held steady at 3mph over the posted speed limit.

They were so close. The turn-off was right there. Any second now, Declan was going to put on his blinker and conscientiously change lanes and get on that off-ramp and take them to a big, bustling, grody building full of toilets and urinals and, fuck, it didn't matter what they were, Matthew would take a potted plant right now if he was allowed to pee in it.

The turn-off flew past them.

Matthew whimpered.

Declan reached, blindly but competently, into the backseat and pulled out a Gatorade. He held it out to Matthew.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Matthew took the drink. He didn't need to be told to crack it open and take a swig. He didn't even need Declan to look at him; there was something about Declan when he got like this, some sense or aura or whatever, that wouldn't let you forget that he was there, that he was aware of you. Observing. Waiting.

If there were cows in the fields around them now, Matthew wasn't seeing them. There were no thoughts in his head anywhere, not even the stray ones about stupid shit that made Ronan snort and call him a weirdo. There was nothing but the steady thrum of the car over asphalt, the burning throb of his heartbeat echoed in his groin, the trembling of every clenched muscle holding back the flood, one breath and then the next and then the next. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

The car stopped. When Matthew roused from his strange trance enough to open his eyes, he was met with the wide empty space of a truckstop parking lot, only one or two semis tucked in the far corner. There was a lone metal picnic table on a patch of scraggly grass. He had no idea how long it had been. He was one giant, aching heartbeat.

Declan was getting out of the car. Matthew wanted to follow him, but he was sure the second he tried to move, he would split right down the middle. He was so full he could barely breathe with it.

Declan opened the passenger door. For a moment, all he did was look at Matthew, sharp eyes tracing over every straining, desperate inch of him. Then a smile took the corner of his mouth.

He cupped Matthew's cheek with one hand, used the other to push the curls off his forehead. One kiss there, a comfort that cut through the flayed open feeling to stab at the softest parts of him. Another to his lips. Matthew tasted salt—was he crying? For how long?

"So good," Declan murmured, his nose nuzzling into the fullness of Matthew's damp cheek. "You've been so good for me. You've almost made it, baby. Just a little longer."

Matthew would have protested if a single word still existed in his brain, but all he did was clutch clumsily at Declan's shirt as Declan, gently but firmly, hoisted him out of the car. The ache flared into pain, sharp and bright and insistent, as his body unbent, the new angle untenable for his overfull bladder. He couldn't stand all the way upright. His legs were shaking.

Declan didn't let him fall. He ushered Matthew forward, step by tiny, hunched, shuffling, agonizing step, until Matthew could collapse forward over the picnic table. Matthew put his head down and gulped in air. The afternoon sun was overwhelmingly bright above them and his pulse was so loud in his ears that he missed the sound of his own zipper being drawn.

Every jostling movement threatened to snap the thread Matthew was holding on by. He was definitely crying now, shallow gulped sobs that only made the throbbing pressure worse. Declan's hand were cool on his back, though, on the meat of his ass as he pulled Matthew's shorts down around his shaking thighs. He might've been saying something, Matthew couldn't think, he couldn't, he—

"Shh, baby." Declan's thumb pressed against Matthew's hole, slick and cold. "You're so good. Matty, you're perfect. We're almost there."

He pushed inside. Matthew's sweaty forehead pressed against the grimy lattice of the picnic table as he canted forward in a desperate bid to escape the new source of pressure, but Declan held him firm and made him take it. Thumb swapped out for a finger, then two, then the blunt head of Declan's cock, all pressing in, in, in like there was any room left inside him at all.

Matthew was talking now too, he thought, maybe. Begging. How could he feel so full and so small at the same time? Fuck, it was more feeling than he'd ever felt all at once, it hurt, it hurt, and nothing existed except this hurt, and—

Declan reached around to take hold of Matthew's dick in a tight fist. He said, "Alright, baby, that's enough. Go on. You can let go now."

Matthew wailed. He had held back the flood for so long, his muscles refused to unlock and give it up. Even Declan buried to the root inside him, deep enough to force the air from his lungs and the tears from his eyes and every goddamn shred of a thought from his head, he couldn't let go. He wouldn't make it if he did, he would fly apart, he would explode, he would cease to exist. All he was was this moment, this ever-expanding feeling, this—

Declan's other hand found his stomach and, ruthlessly, he pushed.

The dam broke.

White-hot relief and Matthew was flying. The line between pain and pleasure blurred and washed away, there was only a sky-high thisthisthis and the anchor of Declan's body keeping him tethered to the earth.

It seemed to take an eternity for Matthew's bladder to empty. The grass underneath the picnic table floundered and drowned under too much liquid for the hard packed dirt to absorb so quickly, the stream directed by Declan's precise hand still on him. By the time the flood slowed to a trickle, Matthew was a boneless sprawl, flushed and gasping and flailing a hand back to grab at any part of Declan he could reach.

Declan caught hold of it and gripped it tight. He kissed the back of Matthew's sweaty neck, murmuring feverish praise into his skin. The buckle of his belt was jabbed into the underside of Matthew's thigh, insistent but unmoving as Declan held himself perfectly still, waiting, waiting.

Matthew squeezed his hand, weak and blissful. He sighed, "Deklo."

Declan let out a noise of his own—not a whine, he was far too dignified for that, but for anyone else out might have sounded like one—and took that as the permission it was. The snap of his hips was quick and brutal, skin on skin loud in the open air of the parking lot, and every part of Matthew was warm now, the sharp burning of before diffused into every cell of his being. Declan's fingertips were a comfortable brand on his hip.

Matthew didn't realize that he was hard now until Declan was gasping out his release. It wasn't an urgent feeling. Nothing felt urgent right now; time didn't matter when you were floating on a fucking cloud. Arousal curled at the base of his spine, growing to fill the space previously occupied by an obscene amount of liquid. He let it be. It was warm too, like the rest of him.

Eventually, Declan slid out of him with a soft noise. He reached, equally unhurried, to take Matthew in hand again. He jerked him off slow and thorough, lips against Matthew's ear and words honey-sweet and worshipful. Matthew felt so good that he barely even noticed his orgasm.

They stayed there, slumped together and stuck together with sweat, until sunburn threatened. Then Declan straightened them both up, manhandling a boneless and blissful Matthew through the process with great patience and care. He bundled Matthew into the car, buckled his seatbelt for him, and pointed them back toward the interstate.

Matthew was well on his way to sleep when something cool nudged his arm. He cracked open an eye to see a Gatorade, presented to him by Declan. Like before, his eyes remained on the road. His face was smooth, unreadable to most, but Matthew was almost certain he was fighting back a smile.

Matthew smiled too.

He took the drink.

#incest tw #sibling incest tw #Declan Lynch #Matthew Lynch #Lynchcest #Mattlan #TRC #fics by me

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 years ago

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can you write something where optimus is in a car crash

my brain needs something like that lol

Oh this should be good. I have wanted to write something like this for months.

Optimus's First Car Crash

Optimus has always taken every precaution when on the road with human drivers. Driving laws on Cybertron were seen as guidelines at best. No one could really stop a bot from driving or flying where they wanted, it would have been like herding cats (although by primus the cops did certainly try). As such Optimus and his team were used to having to push their way through just about everything, not caring about speed limits or traffic laws. Of course arriving on earth changed that for them and Optimus spent an enormous amount of time boggling over the many many rules regarding driving around the world.

Ratchet and the team ended up seeing the earth driving laws as a suggestion more than anything else. The Autobot medic has been forbidden from driving in city landscapes due to his blatant disregard for anything resembling a traffic light or a stop sign. The rest of the team are barely permitted and only because Agent Fowler forced them to go through rigorous driving lessons. This left Optimus, ever the gentle giant, as the only member of the team who actually gave a frag about driving properly. He has always taken driving among the humans very seriously and with extreme caution, never daring to stray from any laws. One wrong move on his part could lead to a crash, one that he would walk out of unscathed but would likely kill whoever he crashed into.

He has always been paranoid about driving among the humans, and so when his biggest fear regarding the roads became reality, he very nearly broke down. It wasn't his fault in the slightest, but being in the middle of the busy highway, one human driver got a little too eager to get ahead and ended up skidding directly into Optimus before he could even register what was happening properly. His first instinct was to try and blast the driver into oblivion, assuming it was an attacker. He was only barely able to stop himself and come to a steady stop on the edge of the highway alongside the car that had hit him.

The human driver got out immediately and started swearing up a storm and screaming at Optimus to "get out and talk". While Optimus had learned what he was supposed to do in such a situation, he still ended up freezing for a hot minute as the human driver continued to swear and call up police. It took around fifteen minutes of the driver demanding that Optimus get out before the police arrived, leaving Optimus in a bit of a panic. As the officers spoke with the driver who was exclaiming something about Optimus's unwillingness to exit his vehicle, Optimus hastily began creating a holoform. Having never done it before on such short notice, Optimus hurriedly threw together the only holoform he could conceive at the time and stay as calm as possible as he rolled down his window and spoke.

The officers heard and came over, only to immediately scream in terror and hold up their weapons. Poor Optimus being far too stressed to understand what the issue was, panicked at the possibility of being attacked and took off down the highway. It did not take long for the police to begin tailing him, lights and sirens blaring as they chased him. This only prompted Optimus to panic even more as humans are WAY out of the realm of his expertise. And assuming they had somehow figured out that he wasn't human, he drove for his life while hastily calling Ratchet.

Optimus: *in a panic* I need a ground bridge, quickly!

Ratchet: *looking a little shocked at Optimus's tone* I am locking onto your coordinates. What is going on over there?

Optimus: I got into a collision and now human police officers are in hot pursuit!

Ratchet: Alright, hold on.

Thankfully Optimus managed to turn around a corner and drove straight through the ground bridge before the cops could catch up to him. But upon entering base, he was met with many confused stares and an incredibly displeased agent Folwer who muttered something along the lines of "now we need to change your license plates". Once Optimus calmed and was asked about the situation and just what triggered the violent reaction from the police, everything became clear. It took him a moment, but as he winced as reproduced his holoform, there was no denying that any normal human being would have found the abomination terrifying.

In his panicked state Optimus had thrown together the most uncanny valley looking thing known to mankind. It was a strange mess of male and female proportions, it had blotchy discolored skin, an extra limb, and a terrifying smile. Not to mention the thing was huge compared to the average human due to just how unsettled Optimus was at the time. It was no surprise the humans were terrified. Even the team looked at the holoform with mild horror.

Fowler: *chocking on his coffee* What the hell is that!

Miko: *looking at the holoform in mixed fear and awe* It looks like a zombie!

Jack: *trying not to gag* How is that even supposed to be human?!

Rafael: *taking off his glasses and cleaning them again just to be sure that he is seeing correctly* How did you even make something like that?!

The Team: *looks at Optimus judgmentally*

Optimus: ...

Optimus: I may have panicked.

Optimus didn't go driving in any cities or highways for a while after that, too paranoid of dealing with the same situation again. He was also given a very stern lesson by June on what human anatomy should look like. And since then he has a prepared holoform ready to go and several scripts to read from in case he ever gets pulled over again. Still, he can't help the slight nervousness that pokes at his mind every time a cop passes by.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #my dude panicked alright #I would too #he may be a powerhouse but cops make anyone nervous #i hope this turned out alright

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kale-smoothies · 3 months ago

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I do see your vision. Increased healing? Greater durability? Faster reflexes than Sonic’s potentially? Closer to Shadow’s skills of chaos powers? Fuck yeah I see that for him! In another post far away, I discussed a bit of exactly this! Though for entirely different reasons, but still I’ll share a part of my premise here. When it comes to the chaos energy within the archie universe, it’s actually insane with its powers and abilities. I mean look at entities like Perfect Chaos, Enerjak, Feist exists???, and the documented super forms. From having increased speed, strength, invulnerability, simple feats such as that. To granting various complex wishes. Immortality. Remove life from the host. Seal away a god. Sacrifice. Fuse an ancient spirit with Chaos [Tikahaos]. Warping time and space to the point of rewriting reality entirely.

…And Scourge has Master Emerald energy perma-trapped inside him. Ain’t no way it just turned him green with a slight boost.

Now now, he is the Evil Sonic, if they wrote him like that, it’ll be almost impossible for the FF to get around the problem. After all, they eventually won against Scourge by tricking him to power down while the other option was an attempted gang-up on him. Though it can be argued in-universe that he’s ignorant with what he is capable of. He’s never been pushed to his limits the same way his Prime counterpart was. In every instance where he grabs power from a source, besides the added boost, he doesn’t consider the capabilities/consequences until it’s spelled out to him.

Something that’s driven me crazy is how this mutation according to Zonic has made him a wildcard in the cosmic scheme of things. And proceeds to never elaborate what that exactly means in later issues, sighs.

I could see him having a deeper connection to the Master Emerald than anyone else, should he pay attention. Hmm…which leads me to another question….

Do you see any negative consequences he could suffer down the line from having that much energy inside him considering…that’s not supposed to happen?

Seen some people headcanon it’s probably why he had such a mentality switch post Master Emerald. Why he seems extra hateful. I say yeah to this too, the chaos energy might’ve drove him a little mad. Maybe even because he is originally made of anarchy energy.

Or how that energy could potentially tear him apart physically should he abuse his powers.

What do you think?

Okay, first, love your takes. Second,

Yeah, I agree that Scourge would be THAT much of a dumbass not to notice or even consider his new found powers. Although, he didn’t have much of a timeframe to think about it, from conquering his world to attempting to take over sonic’s to having his powers restricted in prison. The only person that (saw the power boost AND is currently still with him) is Fiona, she’s possibly the only one who would consider those options. Scourge would possibly figure them out in a accidental situation, in a fight and got a wound, suddenly it heals and it gets him thinking.

No, I haven’t previously thought about the negatives of the chaos energy, but I am interested in the idea. I guess both energies are fighting, causing problems in his body, or maybe the chaos energy slightly enhanced the obvious negatives of the Anarchy Beryll, causing scourge to be more violent and angry.

The only CANON instance in which I can see the Chaos Energy actively helping Scourge was in 191/192 where he turned super, but once he turned back, he fell to his knees and more energy than just the Anarchy Beryll was drained out of him. He later was passed out — some might say he was acting (though I disagree as I don’t see Scourge being able to put up with being carried by SONIC) — but he quickly regained consciousness, and I’ve always thought that was when the chaos energy was actively trying to restore his lost power. Which is why he was able to act quick in a fight, even if he drained of nothing literally minutes ago.

#scourge the hedgehog #he makes me so ill

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hypno-bun · 2 years ago

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Rating the Ghouls’ and the Papas’ Driving skills

The ghouls

Cirrus - Cirrus is a great driver, however she does have quite a bit of road rage. If she gets cut off in traffic you better believe that this ghoulette will be screaming profanities that would make even Dew blush. She only drives if one of the better drivers (Aether, Cumulus, or Mountain) isn’t.

“Hey you!!! You mother******”/10

Cumulus- Cumulus is one of the best drivers of the group, even if she does drive a little fast. You always know Cumulus is driving when she whips out her iconic sunglasses. She also has the best playlists of the group. On a long road trip she once sang every song from the Phantom of the Opera, all two and a half hours of it non-stop.

“The PHANTOM of the Opera is there….”/ 10

Sunshine - Since Sunshine is one of the newer ghouls she actually doesn’t know how to drive yet. The other ghouls assume that she already knows how to and Sunshine is just too proud to tell them that she doesn’t know how. So when she’s asked if she wants to drive she will just make up excuses of why the conditions aren’t right. But she does bring the best snacks.

“Oh I forgot my sunglasses and the sun is just too bright out for me to see”/ 10

Rain- Oh sweet little Rain. Rain is absolutely terrified of driving in traffic. On smaller back roads he does just find, but stick him on the 105 in the middle of rush hour, the ghoul will fold quicker than one of Primo’s old lawn chairs. He hates conflict and upsetting people, both of which are basically the ingredients of a traffic jam. Rain will just freeze up right there in the driver’s seat causing his passenger to have to lean over and take the wheel.

“I can’t do this anymore!!!”/ 10

Dewdrop- Dewdrop is a surprisingly good driver. He obeys the speed limit, makes sure whoever is in the car with him wears their seat belt and looks both ways before turning onto a different street. However, Dew doesn’t actually like to drive, so he came up with a plan. The one (and only) time he drove with Aether, Dew drove like a maniac so that he wouldn’t have to drive again. Rain is the only person that Dew will drive anywhere. Even though he won't admit it he has a soft spot for the younger ghoul.

“No Dew, you don’t have to drive”/ 10

Swiss - This ghoul is not allowed to drive. He often gets too distracted by the music or other cars or signs or… well you get the point. Swiss will offer to drive to give the current driver a break but is quickly met with a “no I’m good”. Swiss doesn’t really mind though, in all honestly he much rather be looking out the window or napping.

“SWISS! EYES ON THE ROAD!”/ 10

Mountain - As stated above Mountain is one of the better drivers. He is a pretty laid back guy so he doesn’t struggle with road rage. The only problem is his height. He will push the seat back as far as the car will allow him and sometimes that isn’t even enough. You better hope you’re not the one sitting behind him because you will have no leg room.

“I need to stretch my legs”/ 10

Aether - 85% of the time you will find Aether being the one to drive the other ghouls around. In fact he taught the other ghouls how to drive. Aether treats the road laws like they are a divine message. He is often the one who has to break up any squabbles between the ghouls during long trips. Aether will also lock the car five times before he finally feels like the car is truly locked.

“Don’t make me turn this car around!”/10

The Papas

Primo - As much as we all love Primo we have to face the facts- Primo drives like an old man. He’s not a bad driver but he is a slow one. The man insists that there is no reason for him to go above 50 km/h (30 mph). There is no budging him on this subject, so you might as well just sit back and try to distract yourself.

“We will get there when we get there”/ 10

Secondo - Secondo drives fast, like ‘buckle up and pray’ fast. The number of speeding tickets this man has gotten has now reached triple digits. Everyone in the clergy wonders how he even still has his license.

“But did you die?”/ 10

Terzo - NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE. Terzo once drove his car through the front door of the church because it was “faster than walking”. Needless to say his driving privileges were promptly taken away by the clergy.

Not even allowed to touch car keys/ 10

Copia - Copia is actually a pretty good driver and his skills have only gotten better. He has a lot of experience from driving Nihil and Sister Imperator around back when he was a Cardinol. Copia really enjoys going out for relaxing drives on his day off since it allows him to get some time with his thoughts.

Grace Kelly in a convertible vibes/ 10

Nihil - Also drives like an old man but very poorly. Nihil often runs into curbs, bushes, and anything else that is unfortunate enough to reside beside the road. The man is (was) practically blind so everyone is sure that his driver’s license expired about 20 years ago and he hasn’t updated it.

“Who put that there?”/ 10

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #multi ghoul #papa copia #papa emeritus nihil #papa emeritus lll #papa terzo #primo emeritus #nameless ghoulettes #shitghosting

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multifandomfanficss · 3 years ago

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That Sounds More Like It

Jake Martin x Reader

Request: “Jake Martin x Reader where they’re together and during the events of where Jake was panicking and he collapsed in sauna room, reader was there: helping and taking care of him when he had concussion through the doctor’s office and it’s just sweet really sweet,, much thankss”

Warnings: None? If you see any please let me know!

A/N: This is my first Jake Martin fic so I hope I did well with it. Thank you so much for this request! The preferred pronouns weren’t specified so I made the reader gender neutral. Should I start writing for other Freddie Stroma characters? I’m currently writing a oneshot for HG Wells from Time After Time, so hopefully I’ll have that out soon. Enjoy! ❤️🏎❤️

Thank god you had the day off of work because you were currently going slightly over the speed limit to get to your boyfriend, Jake. You had taken the next couple days off because you were leaving for a big race of his tomorrow. You rarely ever sped because you were afraid of being pulled over and even more afraid of car accidents, so this was a real emergency. It was kind of ironic you were so afraid of car accidents considering you were not only dating a race car driver, but a race car driver who was known for his speed and his crashes. He was lucky you loved him because your heart always stopped every time he put himself in danger.

Upon pulling up at Bobby Spencer Racing you parked and ran into the building. You couldn’t even remember if you locked your car or not, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Jake who had passed out in the sauna room. It was no doubt an impact of Jessie’s arrival. She was a new driver Catherine was letting use the gym.

You were running at top speed through the building, past Chuck who had pointed upstairs to the gym. You quickly made your way to the gym and entered to see Jake sweaty, trying hard to focus, while Kevin checked him for a concussion.

“Hey look at me. What do you see?” Kevin started testing him as you stood in the doorway. Kevin put up 2 fingers.

“Scissors.”

Kevin put up 5 fingers.

“Paper.”

Keven put up one finger.

“(Y/N)?!” Jake said, excited to see you once he had noticed you in the doorway.

“Okay, that’s not even close.” Kevin sighed. You tapped on his shoulder. He turned around to see you.

“Ohhh okay. I think he’s okay. He just overheated. Let’s just get him to the doctor and get him checked out just in case.” You offered Jake a smile as you helped him off of the workout chair.

“Hey, I-I think you were in the dream.” Jake says to Amir.

“Yeah, too late!” Amir proclaims.

“What dream?” You ask as the three of you make your way to the car.

“Oh, I had this dream and Kevin and Beth were there.” He starts to explain.

“Where was I?” You ask.

“Oh, Babe, you’re in all of my dreams. You are all of my dreams.” He tells you. You let out a soft giggle.

“You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?” You ask.

“So hard.” He sighs.

Jake was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride to the doctor’s. You’re sitting in the back seat with Jake while Amir drove. Jake leans his head on your shoulder.

“Are you feeling alright.” You check in.

“Yeah, I just wanna close my eyes for a little while.” He says, seeming far away.

“Nope!” You say, pushing him off of you. “We’re gonna sit up, okay? You can’t sleep right now.” You tell him.

“Why not?” He whines.

“Because if you go to sleep right now with a concussion, you might not wake up.” You hated to even think of such things. He lets out a noise of frustration.

“But I’m so good at waking up! I’m such a morning person!” He begs you.

“You and I both now you are not a morning person.” You laugh. He turns to look at you.

“It was worth a shot though, right?” He ponders. You smile at him.

“You’re gonna be alright.” You tell him, changing the subject. This reminder is more to your benefit than his.

When you get to the doctor’s office you help Jake to the front desk. Jake is given paperwork to fill out.

“Why do they want my phone number? Are they hitting on me? I have a partner!” Jake yells over to the woman at the front desk. You laugh.

“No, Babe. It’s for their records. They’ll use it if they need to contact you again regarding your health.” You explain.

“Oh.” He nods.

“Jake Martin?” A nurse calls his name. He escorts you and Jake to a room while Amir stays in the waiting room. Jake sits down on the bed while you take the chair next to him. The nurse laughs at one of his jokes and he looks at her deadpan.

“I’m sorry. I have a partner.” He says, pointing to you. You let out another laugh.

“Jake, you don’t have to tell everyone.” You remind him.

“Yes, I do because everybody here keeps trying to get my information and they need to know I’m taken.” He says, dead serious.

“Okay, Honey.” You smile. You’re not annoyed. If anything you think it’s incredibly cute.

“Well, your partner is very lucky and you’re very lucky to have them. I’m glad you’ll have somebody to take care of you while you have a concussion.” The doctor says.

“I’m sorry, you said he has a concision?” You want to make sure you heard her right.

“Yes, I’m afraid so.” She frowns.

“But I can still race, right?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, but there’s just no way I’m letting you get in a car for at least two weeks.” She sighs, breaking the news.

“No, but this is my career we’re talking about. I can’t miss a race.” He begs her to let him drive.

“It’s just not safe.” She says before exiting the room.

The ride back was tense. Jake wasn’t upset very often. Sure, he’d get a little pouty when there was no toy at the bottom of his cereal box, but you had never seen him so destroyed over something he cared about so much and it was breaking your heart. You took his hand in silence and gave it a squeeze. He turned to you, forcing a smile. You forced one back. It might take a couple weeks, but he’ll be okay.

When you got back to Bobby Spencer Racing Jake forced you to go home. He swore he’d be okay and that you could come pick him up in a couple hours. He said he just needed to talk to Kevin and get a few things together. You had gone home and you tried to rest, but you just couldn’t shake that worried feeling. You happily got in the car once you received a text from Jake telling you he was ready.

“Good news.” He said as he got into the car.

“What?” You ask. You could really use some good news right about now.

“I’m cleared to drive. Turns out it was all just a mistake.” He informs you. Your blood runs cold at the thought of him driving still injured, but you try to shake it off.

“That’s great.” You force another smile.

“I know right?!” He laughs, full of excitement.

“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?” You ask.

“Oh course I would.” He quickly brushes you off and changes the subject.

You try to brush it off until the next day. You know something is off about him. He’s your boyfriend. You always know. It’s not until he’s in his suit, ready to get on the track that you bring it up again.

“Jake, please. If you have a concussion don’t race.” You beg him.

“I’m fine. You worry too much.” He brushes you off again.

“Jacob Martin, I’m sick of you brushing me off. I’m serious. If you have a concussion and you race…if you get seriously injured…if you…” Your voice trails off. You can’t bare to think of it, let alone say it. You take a deep breath to avoid crying. “I just want you to be safe.” You finish.

“I’m fine! I’m going to race and I’ll be fine.” He promises. You can’t listen to him anymore. You turn your back and walk back to the trailer. Once you see it’s empty, you can’t help bursting into tears. You’re crying so loud you don’t even hear Jessie walk in.

“What’s wrong?” She asks startling you.

“It’s nothing.” You tell her.

“No, seriously? I know I’m kinda your boyfriend’s rival, but I can help.” She offers.

“It’s Jake.” You think about what to say next. Should you tell her? “He has a concussion and he’s still going to race.” You sob, your worry getting the best of you.

“I can fix this.” She says.

“But he’s worked so hard.” You cry.

“If you ever tell him I said this, I’ll deny it, but he’s a good driver. He’s talented. Missing one race won’t kill his future. He needs to sit this one out.” She convinces you. You nod and she goes to speak to Kevin. You’re left alone with your thoughts again until Jake comes into the trailer looking sad. His facial expression immediately changes to a more concerned look once he sees your face.

“Have you been crying?” He asks. You nod, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks, kneeling in front of you where you sit, taking your hands in his.

“I’m just so worried that you’re gonna go out there and crash and this time you won’t come back. Jake, I’m afraid to lose you.” You choke out, the tears beginning to drop again. He wipes the tears.

“Hey, you’re not going to lose me, okay?” He asks. You nod.

“Don’t worry. Jessie talked to Kevin. I’m not racing today, but if I had known it was upsetting you this much I wouldn’t have even put on the suit.” He says, cupping your cheek.

“You wouldn’t have?” You ask.

“Of course not. Well, maybe. I probably would have put on the suit, looked in the mirror, checked myself out, and then felt incredibly guilty before taking it off.” He smiles as you let out a soft laugh over his fake scenario.

“Yeah, that sounds more like it.” You smile.

“There we go. A beautiful smile on the most beautiful person I know.” He says, pushing your foreheads together before giving you a short, but passionate kiss.

“What do you say we go watch the race?” He asks.

“You really wanna see Jessie in your car?” You question him.

“No, I wanna see her lose so I can get my spot back.” He clarifies.

“Yup, that definitely sounds more like it.” You laugh before exiting the trailer with him to sit with the rest of the team. When you got home you were going to force Jake to rest. You would watch hours of car movies if it meant you could get him to stay still with his head in your lap, playing with his hair until he fell asleep.

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ageofnations · 2 years ago

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At My Weakest // jtk

Summary: Jake takes care of an injured reader. (request)

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: INJURY (broken wrist, nothing descriptive), hospital setting, treatment for injury (casts, painkillers), brief nudity, vague mentions of sexual activities, fluff. so much fluff. (as always, lemme know if i need to add anything)

A/N: i've never broken a bone (knock on wood plz), so i did my absolute best with the research i could gather. if something isn't exactly accurate, just forgive me

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“I can’t believe you’re taking me to the hospital, Jake.” You huffed in the passenger seat. You glared at your boyfriend, pouting as he drove well over the speed limit to get you to your destination. “I swear it’s probably just sprained.”

He looked distressed, panicked that you were hurt. His hands were gripping the steering wheel, and his eyes were darting back and forth between the lanes in front of him. “I just want to play it safe, okay? I’ll feel bad if it’s more than a sprained wrist and we didn’t get it checked out. Plus, even a sprain should be treated.”

You sighed dramatically and slumped in your seat. You tried to cross your arms, but as soon as your wrist came in contact with your other arm, you felt a searing pain that made you wince.

“See?” Jake said as he snapped his head to you briefly. “Just relax. We’ll be there soon.”

“Like I’m the one that needs to relax.” You rolled your eyes at him and looked out the window at the other cars you were whizzing by.

You knew you were being a little unfair to him, considering he was only trying to make sure you were okay, but the humiliation of getting hurt and being babied was far too distracting.

Before all of this, you had been play-fighting with him in his living room. He had moved the couches, the coffee tables, the decor, all so you could rough-house together. It turned into something more like a tickle fight, and soon enough, he was chasing you around the moved furniture while you giggled like little school children. But after a while, you spent the majority of your energy trying to catch your breath, and your steps were growing lazier and lazier as you fled. It all ended with your foot catching the edge of the rug and you stupidly putting your hand out to catch yourself before you fell.

The embarrassment was what muddled the sensation of the injury. You could feel your wrist pulsing, but the collection of hot tears was the most painful portion of the situation. You felt bad for draining the moment of its humor and amusement. You felt bad for making Jake’s joyful grin turn into an expression of concern.

That expression never changed as you made the journey to the hospital. He handled you like you were bound to break in his hands at any moment. From carrying you to the car, walking you through the building’s doors, and holding your opposite hand while you waited for the results of the X-ray, he held that same manner. His eyebrows were furrowed, knees bouncing, thumb rubbing the top of yours. He was worried, and while it perturbed you slightly, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of endearment in his anxiety-ridden state.

“Hey,” you whispered to him. His features immediately softened as he saw your smile. “I’m okay. Stop it before we have to get you a room to treat your hypertension.”

The laugh he let out echoed against the walls of the small room, and you were thankful to see his shoulders shake with each noise. He seemed to relax, although a hint of nervousness rushed back through him when the doctor returned to the room. He still somehow remained the most calm out of the two of you once the news had been broken.

“5 weeks?!” You questioned. “A cast for 5 weeks?”

“Ma’am, you fractured your wrist, and while it is a lengthy amount of time, you’re extremely lucky that it’s not worse than it is,” the doctor explained. Her look of pity shifted between you and Jake while she talked. “We’ll continue to monitor it to ensure it’s healing correctly, but we’d like to get the cast on as soon as the swelling goes down.”

Jake had done the majority of the talking, explaining that you’d be willing to take the earliest appointment to get your cast put on and participate in whatever other treatments would help. Meanwhile, you continued your sulking while he rubbed a reassuring hand over your knee. When the doctor left to confirm your appointment and complete your paperwork, Jake turned to you with a prideful grin on his face, much different than the original expression he had been wearing.

“Told you you needed to come to the hospital.”

- Week 1 -

“Shit!” Your exclamation rang through the dining room. You were trying to enjoy a bowl of cereal for breakfast, but with the cast on your dominant hand, you were still having trouble learning how to do things with the other hand. The daunting task of picking up your spoon seemed futile. The metal kept slipping from your grasp and clattering against the glass bowl that housed the soggy flakes you claimed as your meal.

You heard footsteps hurrying down the hallway from your bedroom. “Babe?” Jake called out to you as he rounded the corner. You could see he was out of breath from the pace he had run at. “Are you okay? What happened?”

He was still in his plain t-shirt and boxers he had worn to bed. His hair was tied back in a loose braid, and a few stray hairs framed his face from falling out of the plait. You could tell he had just woken up, but his wide eyes did well at trying to hide that fact. His disheveled and frantic state made you blush, but the frustration kept you from smiling fully. “I’m fine, Jake,” you muttered, leaning back in your seat out of defeat. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“No, you didn’t I just-” he paused as he noticed the bowl in front of you. He looked back up at you apologetically. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hungry? I would’ve come to help you.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I wanted to try it myself this time. I’m not really hungry anymore, though.”

He playfully rolled his eyes at you, recognizing your lie from miles away. “Come on, you need to eat something. Let me make you some pancakes or something, and I’ll help you.”

“Jake-”

“Love, I know you really want to do this on your own, and you will. But for now, you’ve got to let me help you.” He was already in the process of setting out pans and mixing bowls before he finished his sentences.

You let your shoulders drop as you let his words sink in, finally coming to terms with the circumstances. “Okay…”

He made his way back to you, planting a kiss to your temple as he removed the bowl of mush from in front of you. “Thank you, baby. I promise you’re in good hands.” He winked before turning his back to continue walking to the kitchen.

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath with a genuine smile on your face.

“What was that?” Jake hollered over the running faucet. “Was that a “Thank you, Jakey,” that I heard?”

You could hear the smirk he was wearing, and it only made you smile more. It lifted your spirits just enough to forget about your previous frustrations and give him the answer he sarcastically asked for.

“Yep! Thank you, Jakey.”

His chuckle was husky, but it was still loud enough to reach you. “There ya go. Now, you want blueberries or chocolate chips?”

- Week 2 -

You had gotten much better with using your nondominant hand to eat, so you were happy to check at least one thing off of the growing list of things you struggled with. You were realizing how hard it was to brush your hair or your teeth with the opposite hand. And texting seemed almost impossible with one thumb to do all of the work. You eventually just told all of your immediate friends and family to get in touch with Jake if they had an emergency. He was always there to help in any way he could.

As soon as you woke up each morning, the first words out of his mouth were some variation of “You okay?” He wanted to be sure that you slept well and that you had not slept in a position to make your condition worse. After you’d answer, he would also plant the gentlest of kisses on the rough bandage of your cast.

This morning, though, you woke up a little later than you normally did, and Jake was already up and out of bed. You were a little disappointed, but you heard the shower turn off soon after your wake, so you knew you would see him soon enough.

He came out of the master bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half and was working on drying his hair with another towel. He was a sight for sore eyes, but his figure only reminded you of how much you had missed letting your hands roam the expanse of his body.

“Good morning, love.” Once he saw you were awake, he tossed the towel in his hand to the side and made his way to you. He bent down to give you, and your wrapped wrist, a sweet kiss. He smiled down at your groggy expression, running a hand through your hair. “We leave for your checkup in about 45 minutes if that’s okay?”

You melted into his touch and nodded. “I really don’t wanna get up though.”

“I know, I didn’t either. But we’ve gotta make sure you’re on the mend, right?” He looped a strand of your hair around his pointer and middle finger and let it twist around the digits. “Let me help you up. Wanna try taking a shower?”

You begrudgingly allowed his assistance as he pulled you to a sitting position with your legs off the side of the bed. You shook your head. “Too much work. Plus, I can't get this thing wet.”

“You won’t have to,” he beamed at you.

Before you could fully form a curious and questioning look in response, Jake dropped the towel that was wrapped around his waist. Of the many times you had seen him naked, you still blushed like a teenager at the sight.

“Wait-“ you were interrupted by him picking you up bridal style, effortlessly coaxing a loud squeal and array of giggles from you. “Jake!”

He laughed along with you while he carried you to the bathroom. It was still slightly humid from his shower, and the glass of the sliding door was still covered with steam. The tile floor was still somehow cold against your feet compared to the other sections of the room. His hands grazed under your shirt, and he caught your lips in another kiss after sitting you down.

“Can I take these off of you?” His words were a mere whisper, vibrating against your lips as if he was telling you a secret that only you were meant to hear.

You busied yourself with his lips again, providing a nod as your answer. He raised the shirt over your head, careful to not let the fabric catch your cast. You let your arms drape around his neck for balance as he worked on your shorts and underwear. He never separated from you, other than to let out breaths of giddy laughter.

He gripped your hips while you shared one last, passionate kiss. “Come on,” he said, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “Let’s get you washed up.”

You felt a little silly holding your arm out of the shower, but Jake only focused on the task at hand. He was mindful of every part of you, cleansing every inch of your body and finishing each portion with a kiss. He dried and dressed you before leading you to the car to commence the drive to your appointment.

- Week 3 -

You hadn’t had any trouble with managing the pain up until this point. You assumed the throbbing pain in your wrist was what woke you out of your slumber. It hadn’t bothered you much, but it was unrelenting tonight. Darkness filled the room, and you hoped Jake’s snores covered the wincing you tried, and failed, to contain.

You attempted to shift out of the bed without waking the sleeping boy beside you. Luckily, he had stolen the majority of the comforter throughout the night, giving you fewer restraints in the task. However, you still pressed a little too hard on your injured arm, eliciting a soft groan that you couldn’t muffle if you tried.

Jake’s snoring stopped, but he didn’t seem to wake. He only switched the position he was lying in, his bare back now towards you.

You used the opportunity to fully rise from the bed and scurry to grab the bottle of painkillers stowed away in the medicine cabinet. You peeked back at him to make sure the noise hadn’t woke him. Even then, he was lying still and facing away from you. You rushed to the kitchen so you could avoid making any other noises in the room.

Child-proof medicine bottles were one of the best inventions you could think of, but right now, you cursed their existence. It was hard enough to open them with two working hands, but with one out of commission, it was virtually impossible.

You tried holding the bottle between your legs and twisting the cap. You tried tucking it under your arm to have a better grasp on it. You tried opening it with your teeth. Nothing worked, and you dropped the bottle countless times. You were growing more and more frustrated as the pain seemed to get worse with each try.

You sighed and looked at the cast. You could try to use your dominant hand, and while it would hurt like hell, you’d be able to find relief soon afterward. You were about to grasp the bottle with your confined hand when you heard shuffling behind you.

“Hey hey hey…” Jake rushed out. You dropped the bottle at the sound of his voice. He bent to pick it back up and continued. “You’re gonna hurt yourself doing that, love.”

“Did I wake you?” You mumbled, ignoring his chastising.

He gave you a disapproving smile, one you could barely see under the moonlight peaking through the blinds. “No, but you should’ve.” He twisted the cap with ease and shook a couple of the tablets out. “It’s hurting again?”

You nodded and took the tablets into your palm. “Just a little.”

“Seemed to be more than ‘just a little’ don’t ya think?” He teased, kissing your cheek. “Hold on.”

He turned around and grabbed a cup to fill with water. You admired his back muscles, specifically how his shoulders flexed as he moved to turn the tap off. You noticed he was yawning when he turned back to you, holding the cup out for you to retrieve.

You thanked him and swallowed the pills, washing them down with the cool water he had gathered. He stood impossibly close to you and looked down at your form while you sipped at the liquid. You could tell he was still half awake, but his smile told you that he was devoting the entirety of his attention to you. His expression was one of adoration, of love.

You wondered how he managed to cherish you as much as he did after these few weeks. You knew you probably were a pain in his ass with your stubbornness, but if he was ever frustrated with you, he didn’t let any of it show. In fact, he seemed to love you harder with each passing day.

- Week 4 -

You tried to get him to lay back down with you. You used every strategy you knew of to hopefully get him back to you. But you were becoming fond of watching him while you laid on the couch. It was endearing in a way.

Although he claimed today would be a “lazy day” after you got back from another appointment, Jake had managed to wash the dishes, take out the trash, and dust the counters. He was now working on vacuuming the carpeted areas of the house and sweeping the floors.

You turned around in your seat and propped your chin on the back of the couch, watching him empty the dustpan into the kitchen’s garbage can. “You know I can help you right?”

Jake paused to give you yet another disapproving look. “I do know that.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I promise I’ve got it,” he said, adding a wink to the end of his statement. “Just sit there and look pretty, darling.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “That’s your job.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?”

You knew he was fishing for a compliment, and you knew he was aware that you thought of him as the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but you didn’t wanna waste a moment to flatter him.

“You know I do, Jakey.”

He finished putting away the broom and cleaning supplies and returned to you, giving you a kiss as a thank you. “Just missing a cheesy maid’s uniform, right?”

“Huh?” You exclaimed with a laugh. You knew you heard him correctly, but the image of Jake dressed as a maid both made you giggle and become a little flustered.

He snickered at you and plopped beside you on the couch. “You wanna watch a movie?”

- Week 5 -

You were in your last week of being in the cast, and you couldn’t have been more thankful. Your wrist rarely hurt, and you swore you could use it if Jake would let you. But he didn’t. He sometimes didn’t even let you tag along when he’d go on errands, too afraid you’d insist on helping him when you shouldn’t.

Like today, he needed to get a new shirt to wear to a wedding you both were attending. He said he’d be picking up a couple of groceries afterward, so he wanted you to stay home while he did the shopping. You were a little disappointed you wouldn’t be able to watch him try on the variety of shirts he was destined to find, but he made up for it, sending you mirror selfies with each of his options. Although they all looked extremely similar, just another button up that was only fastened with two of the bottom buttons.

You were eager for him to come back. You were practically standing at the window while you waited for him to grab the bags from his car. You opened the door for him and immediately reached for some of the bags in his grasp.

“Nope,” he said, pulling away from you. “Go sit down, lemme get this. There isn’t much.”

You pouted at him, but you followed his directions nonetheless. You sat on your knees, facing the kitchen so you could watch him while he worked. He hummed while he unpacked the groceries and put them away. You noticed he was avoiding a smaller bag, one that had the name of the department store he went to to get his shirt from. However, the fabric that was housed in the bag was a bright red, and the shirt he claimed he got was a dark, navy blue.

“What’s that?” You questioned, pointing at the bag.

He glanced at it, as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. He wore a knowing smile but answered with a simple string of words. “My shirt.”

You glared at your boyfriend and his smug look. “Didn’t think red was your style,” you quipped.

He laughed. “Ohhh, that. It might be a little gift for you.” He turned to put the milk in the fridge and tried to remain as nonchalant as possible.

“A gift?!” You jumped off of the couch and essentially ran to his side.

“Careful,” he reminded. “Can’t have you breaking your other wrist just days before you get full access to this one.”

You responded by rolling your eyes at him and motioning to the bag.

Jake slid the plastic bag closer to you and watched as you pulled the piece of bright fabric out. It was thin and lacey. You didn’t have to wonder for too long once it was completely in your hand. You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Well I guess it’s kind of a gift for me…” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be a little bashful about choosing the lingerie.

A fiery blush rose to your cheeks to match the red set in your hand.

“You don’t have to wear it… if you don’t like it. I just thought it’d look really, really nice on you.”

His softness made you smile. “Bet it’ll pair very well with this, huh?” You lifted your casted hand.

“Absolutely,” he said with a smirk.

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You looked down at it, like it was some foreign object that you had never seen before. You thought you’d never get used to the cast, but with it no longer obscuring your view, you found that you had to adjust to being able to look down without seeing the array of bandages.

Jake looked at you from the driver’s side. He had one hand on the wheel with his other on your thigh. He seemed to still feel the need to take care of you in some way, despite not necessarily having an injury anymore.

It felt strange, thinking about how things would probably go back to normal now. You’d help him with chores, errands, household tasks. You wouldn’t need his assistance with eating or showering. You were glad to not need his help, but you knew you’d miss it.

“What are you thinking about?” He questioned. You hadn’t talked much on the drive home, and he was always good at reading your body language.

You shrugged. “Thank you… for everything these past few weeks. I know I was a pain in the ass.”

“Never, my love. Thank you for letting me help you. I’m glad I could be what you needed.”

“You’re always what I need,” you spoke through a breathy giggle.

He laughed with you, but let the road noise fill the comfortable silence between you both. His thumb rubbed the top of your thigh, a sign of reassurance, although you weren’t sure what for.

“I think I’m gonna try that red set on when we get home.”

He turned back to you with a look of enthused surprise. “Didn’t the doctor say to “take it easy” though?”

“That just means you have to take it easy,” you teased, adding “…sir.” to further drive in your point.

He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Yep, you’re trying on the red set as soon as we get in the door.”

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bunnysuit-femboy · 3 years ago

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Forbidden

Pairing: Dilf!Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating, Use of the word sir, Fingering, Slightly manipulative Armin

Quick Summary: you’re a babysitter for the Arlert family and Mr. Arlert shows you just how much he appreciates your company

Notes: This was written for @1252291‘s Forbidden Collaboration! Thank you so much for letting me join the collab, I had so much fun writing this!

You greeted the lovely couple at the door, opening it wide enough for them to slip in amongst their quiet conversation. Mrs. Arlert didn’t give you so much as a hello before she was stomping up the stairs and to her room. Mr. Arlert was nicer than his wife though; he actually offered you a hello as he entered the house and a bit of conversation before offering to drive you home.

He talked to you briefly about the things he normally asked you about; how college was going for you, how the kiddo was that night, what you both had for dinner, and if you were ready to go. It was the same conversation you had with him every Friday night when he brought you over to watch his kid as he and his wife went out for their weekly date night.

Mr. Arlert led you to his car which was parked closest to the door. He was just as gentlemanly as he had been in his youth; he opened the front door for you, led you to the passenger side of his car and even opened that door for you as well. He’s your dream man, through and through, it’s something you realized six months ago after taking the job as his babysitter. He was everything you’ve ever wanted in a man.

As you drove towards your campus, Armin hummed to the music playing from the radio. He didn’t talk much since he had asked all of his regular questions for you at the door of his house. He didn’t have much more to say. So, he sang instead for you, humming the lyrics of most of the songs coming from his car.

You sat silently in his passenger seat. You watched as the buildings passed and the moon followed you and Mr. Arlert through the streets of the small college town. He was driving you back to your dorm building, driving carefully as he passed by drunk students and familiar buildings with your classes inside.

“I actually went to school here as well,” Armin said he passed by the Humanities building on the right, “I was an English major and a Psychology minor, believe it or not.”

You tilted your head towards the man, “A Psychology minor, I can believe - but an English major - I don’t think it suits you.”

Armin smiled at you, “What would you assume my major would be?”

“Something in medicine, probably. You’re just so formal, like a doctor. I could even see you being a physical therapist.” You shrugged at the man. “But, I do know that you teach poetry, so I guess it makes sense that you didn’t major in medicine.”

“Smart,” Armin said as he turned back to the road, “You used your context clues.”

You giggled into your hand, turning back to the buildings passing through your window. Armin wasn’t expecting that noise to come from your mouth, you let out such a lovely little laugh that it genuinely surprised him. He could hardly pay attention to the road afterwards, just looking at you with a new light in his eyes. He didn’t care what he had to do, he was willing to do it in order to hear that giggle come from your mouth again.

You turned towards the campus to hide your grinning face from Mr. Arlert. He kept sneaking peeks at you even though your focus wasn’t on him, he was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful features. He almost didn’t hear you as you spoke, all of his attention focused on your person rather than your words.

“Mr. Arlert,” You nearly whispered into the passenger side window, “I really admire how deeply you and Mrs. Arlert love each other-”

“Oh, don’t.” Armin smiled bittersweetly to his steering wheel. “It’s really not something you should admire.”

You now looked at Mr.Arlert with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

“We just-” Armin sighed before continuing. “We aren’t as perfect as you think we are.”

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth set itself into a pout as you stared at the man you’ve looked up to for so long. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. And, to think a part of that was false drove you to a deep sense of sadness, like the feeling of finally meeting your role model and only realizing they were just another asshole in the world.

Armin grinned pityingly at you, “We’re just human, dear.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Mr. Arlert, confused with how somebody could crush your heart so casually with one sentence. You tried to hide your obvious disappointment with this new information, but it was so hard. Mr. Arlert was such an amazing man, he deserved a more real love - and he, above everything, deserved somebody who could give that to him.

Mr. Arlert drove dangerously slower than the speed limit and he even seemed to keep missing the road leading to your dorm building. It was as if he were successfully buying more time with you - pretending he didn’t know the familiar way back to your dorm, and even getting lost in the mostly abandoned parking lot once he finally found it.

You sighed before eventually turning to Mr. Arlert, “Why do you stay with her then? If you’re only pretending to be happy, then why don’t you leave your wife?”

You noticed a moment too late that maybe the question was a bit much. You were about to take the words back, quickly asking a more appropriate question. But, by the time your mind had thought of a second, better question, Mr. Arlert was already beginning to answer your last question.

Armin turned the car into an empty parking spot nowhere close to the front doors of the dorm building. He put his car into park before finally contemplating the question you asked him. He knew two answers, one answer that was true and the other answer being the one he knew you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Armin answered, “I suppose it’s because-” Armin took a moment to think before continuing. “I guess it’s because I haven’t found the right person. I’m just stuck with my wife until I find somebody worth destroying that relationship for. It’s horrible, I know - I feel awful thinking this way, and thinking of these things.”

Armin ignored your face while he spoke, promptly avoiding the bright new look in your eyes. It was as if the world was coming together in the palm of your hands, like the puzzle pieces you’ve been collecting along the way were finally beginning to make a bigger picture. Mr. Arlert had said exactly what you wanted him to, even inviting you to fantasize about what his words could mean for you.

You said it yourself; Mr. Arlert was an amazing man and he deserved somebody who could give him real love. And, his wife wasn’t that person - he made that very clear, he was only with her because he had no other choice. And, you were sure Armin could find somebody out there in the world as a newly single silver fox. But, you also knew that he didn’t have to look so far for that real love, he could just look in his passenger seat for somebody who could love him unconditionally and indefinitely.

“It’s not,” You said as you gently laid a comforting hand on Mr.Arlert’s shoulder, “You deserve more than what she’s giving you, so nobody can blame you for wanting it.”

Wanting it was an understatement, Armin was practically frothing at the mouth from craving it. He couldn’t get through a single day without thinking about it - thinking about you. Thinking about how sweet your voice is towards him, even after hours of dealing with a child. Thinking about just how hard you giggle at his jokes, a soft laugh that echoes through his mind for hours afterwards. Thinking about just how slick and soft your thighs looked under the hem of your skirt, and how you seemed to play with his imagination when you bent over to pick up a toy in front of him. It was like you wanted him to stare, and like you wanted him to think about the feeling of your hips against his fingertips as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you from behind.

Armin turned slowly towards you, blue eyes sparkling thanks to the street light shining through his sunroof. His eyes watched your face carefully, afraid of missing a hint of discomfort. He wanted to lean into your touch - more than he’s wanted anything before in his life - but he would never allow himself to get closer to you if he knew you didn’t want him to.

“But,” Armin asked in a small tone, “Even if wanting something is okay, is having that same thing okay as well?”

You were suddenly hyper aware of Mr. Arlert’s eyes being glued to your lips. Your mouth was now dry, causing you to incessantly lick your lips, but nothing quite quenched the thirst your mouth craved. Being in this car alone with Mr. Arlert was turning your insides to mush, destroying your composure in front of his very eyes.

“Only if the other person wants it as well,” You said in a quiet voice only to be heard if Mr. Arlert were listening intently, “And I do.”

Armin’s eyes quickly glanced up to your own. His light blue eyes were shining with a new deepness of desire. He never felt this way with his wife - well, maybe once upon a time many, many years ago, but now - he only ever felt this way with you. He felt it from the moment he met you, from the moment you walked through his front door and into his house six months ago. It was like the dying flames of passion were suddenly reignited in his body.

And, he was so grateful that you could reverse what his wife had destroyed. He felt so thankful in fact that he wanted to prove to you how much he appreciates you. For babysitting his daughter, for making intellectual conversation, for wearing that skimpy little skirt you seemed to always be wearing around him - he wanted to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do, so he kissed you.

It was the only form of payment he could imagine, and he rather liked that it benefited himself as well as you. He liked that when he kissed you gently, you immediately pushed your mouth into his lips, only deepening the kiss. And, he liked that when he ran his hand gently through your hair, you moaned against his mouth, making him want to do the action over again and again. And - above everything else - Armin mostly liked that when he whispered how kissing you was wrong when he was married, you immediately answered with a plea for him to continue, swearing up and down that you wouldn’t tell a soul about what happened.

He liked how badly you wanted him, something his wife hasn’t shown him in many years.

Mr. Arlert’s rough hand was no longer in your hair, now instead on your smooth thigh. His calloused fingers moved under the hem of your small purple skirt, spreading your legs when he slid his finger down the crotch of your panties. The movement of his fingers had you moaning against his mouth as he continued to feel your throbbing cunt through the now wet fabric of your panties.

Your breath was hot against Armin’s mouth and it only encouraged him further. He could feel the ghost of a moan on your lips and he craved more. He wanted to hear you really moan for him, moan out in pleasure, moan out his name. He wanted to hear it all, every hiccup in your throat and every plea for him to go harder.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered breathlessly against his lips, “I want more, please.”

Armin chuckled to himself, “Mr. Arlert?” Armin leaned back from your face, taking in the sight of your delicate features illuminated by the streetlight above his car. Armin’s blue eyes carefully searched your face with just the ghost of a smile present across his lips. “You make me sound so old, just call me Armin.”

“But, Mr. Arlert-”

“Or,” Armin said with a soft grin, “You can call me sir.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Sir?”

Armin smiled, “Mhm, just like that.”

“Sir,” You mewled the word into his mouth, as Armin kissed you deeper. “Sir.” Between kisses, you whispered to Armin exactly what he wanted to hear. “Sir.” You wanted to please him, you craved to please him and to do so you had to do exactly what he asked of you. “Sir.” You would do anything he asked of you.

Armin practically whimpered into your mouth, “Say it again.”

Mr. Arlert’s hand is still under the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your throbbing core. You could barely get an uninterrupted breath out, nevermind a full word. You were already overwhelmed by Mr. Arlert’s touch. Every graze of his fingertip against your body had you moaning desperately for more.

“Si-” Your word quickly turned into a moan out for Armin as his fingers plunged deeper into your panties. He was kissing you with each stroke of his fingers against your core, collecting the wetness that had settled there. Armin leaned back with a cocky smile against his lips, whispering a demand as he watched you struggle to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it again,” Armin said in a sweet tone contrary to the dirty things his fingers were doing, “Please, baby - if you say it again, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

Whatever you asked? Of course you knew he meant in a shorter time frame, but your mind couldn’t help but jump to everything you could ask him. You could ask him to divorce his wife. You could ask him to marry you instead and let you love him indefinitely. Or - you supposed, for now - you could ask him to fuck you dumb in the backseat of his car. But, someday you’ll ask him to dedicate his everything to you, hopefully someday soon if he fucked you well enough.

Armin fingers teased the sensitive skin under the fabric of your panties. He played you like a piano, tipping his finger in, out, and around. Each movement was agonizing and satisfying at the same time, you moaned out for him to do more but he only refused. He was serious about his request and he wouldn’t accept your plea if you didn’t call him sir first - even though he wanted it just as much as you.

He almost couldn’t take it, he wanted to be inside of you but you were taking your time with calling for him. He had to stop himself from talking you through the word, babying you into speaking the way he used to help his daughter. He just wanted to touch you, couldn’t you give him this?

“Say it or-” Armin’s hand started to pull back from between your legs- “I don’t do anything to you.” You quickly grabbed his wrist, keeping his fingers close to your skirt.

“Sir!” You practically shouted the word into his mouth. You just wanted him to touch you and it made your blood run cold to feel him pulling away. “Touch me, please just touch me, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

Armin did as promised, he did as you asked after complying to his request. He touched you, his hand was back under your panties and dipping his thick fingers into your wetness. It was hard to focus on the praises he whispered between your lips, you were too engrossed by his fingers diving in and out of you under the thin fabric of your skirt.

Armin groaned into your mouth as your fingers dug into his bicep. You pulled his arm closer to your body, causing his hands to follow. You bucked your hips up into his hand as you pulled his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you, hoping he could reach all of the parts inside of you that had never been touched before.

Only Armin could satisfy you completely, not the idiots you’ve given yourself to before.

Mr. Arlert was more experienced than all of those other boys. He didn’t just push himself into you, completely unaware of your own pleasure. No, Armin took his time with you, he moved his fingers in and out of you to the same beat of the song playing quietly in the background.

And when his thick and rough fingers were already deep inside of you, he curled them. The movement brought out a whole different noise from you, more like a cry out for Armin. This noise was surprisingly better than the giggle he heard earlier, and he couldn’t get enough of it or you.

You could feel his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your climax. And he could feel it as well, feel the way your body sucked him into you in more ways than one; the way your entrance pulled his fingers in, the way your hips jutted sloppily into his arm, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure.

It only took two more strokes of Armin’s hand before the internal band in your stomach was snapping and you were releasing all over Armin’s fingers and the crotch of your panties. You had never felt so empty once Mr. Arlert had taken his fingers from inside of you.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered to him once he had turned himself back to the steering wheel, readying himself to leave. You put your arms around him, touching his back and thigh before leaning close enough to say the words. “Do you want me to-?”

“No,” Armin said much too quickly for your liking, “How about we do that next time? If I stay out much longer, my wife will get suspicious.”

You nodded frantically, “Okay - okay, next time - next Friday?”

Armin nodded with a gentle smile, “Next Friday.”

He kissed you once before letting you leave. It was stupid to think that anything more could happen between you and Mr. Arlert - you knew that. But, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you stepped out of the car and walked off towards your dorm building. You couldn’t wait for next Friday, and - more specifically - the night after babysitting when Mr. Arlert would drive you home.

#armin arlert #armin aot #armin x reader #snk armin #AoT #attack on titan #f/m #babysitter au #cheating #manipulative armin #secret affair #x reader #smut #modern au

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t4tbruharvey · 3 years ago

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before the beginning!!!!

if nobody's got me then i know lee's got me. you have my back. anyway this got away from me so i'm putting a cut

The arrangement was that, at some time on the 12th or thereabouts, Bruce would get a call from one of the psychiatrists at Arkham. He would then either drive there himself or be driven, where he would pick up Harvey and go straight to Wayne Manor. No stops, no intermediate locations. He had made sure his schedule was empty from the 11th through to the 13th, just in case, and he’d told everyone about it ahead of time. Alfred had told them all not to contact Bruce while they were out on patrol unless it was an absolute emergency, which Bruce didn’t necessarily condone, but he did appreciate.

As it was, he got the call at three in the morning. He hadn’t actually slept and was fully dressed in preparation for this exact scenario, but it was still a surprise. If it was anywhere but Arkham, it would be worrying that the psychiatrists were working this late.

It was still worrying, if he was perfectly honest. Bruce was more familiar than he wanted to be with how Arkham operated, even these days with doctors that tried to adhere to medical ethics. It wasn’t easy to shake the memories of all the times he’d fought Harvey after he escaped, eyes wild and unfocused, sometimes with laboured breathing even before Bruce landed a hit.

So maybe he broke the speed limit just a touch on the way over. It wasn’t like anyone was awake to see.

Arkham, as always, appeared over the surrounding hills little by little before rearing its head like some great beast. In the growing light, it looked more like some hopeless castle from a Gothic novel than it did a house someone had once lived in, let alone a hospital.

The reception lights were on. The gate was too far away for Bruce to make out anyone inside, but he didn’t need to see it to know that Harvey was waiting in there, probably supervised by one of the nurses. The last one he’ll see in that place, thought Bruce. Please, let this be the last time he has to be here.

Bruce pulled up to the speaker and pressed the buzzer.

“Uh, Bruce Wayne? I’m here for Harvey D-”

Before he could finish, a tired sounding voice from the other side said, “I know. Come on in.” And the gate swung open.

And there he was. Looking dead tired but with clear eyes and reconstructed lip, hair only slightly messy. Harvey Dent, still in prison uniform – they’d both agreed to have the suit destroyed, as part of the promise that he was trying to get better for good this time, and the beige jumpsuit seemed like sticking to that promise, thank fuck – escorted by a nurse half his height.

Harvey smiled when he saw Bruce. It made Bruce want to cry.

“Morning,” he said, looking up at Harvey far too fondly. “Door’s open.”

Harvey looked down at the nurse, as if asking for permission. She nodded tersely. “I hope I never see you again, Mr Dent,” she said.

Harvey exhaled through his nose in what was almost a laugh. He gently pulled his arm free, walked round the car and slipped inside the car. Next to Bruce, where he belonged. Like he’d never left.

The nurse didn’t seem like she had anything else to say, so Bruce committed her face to memory and made a mental note to send her flowers for getting up so early, then turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot as fast as he could legally manage.

The two of them sat in not-quite-comfortable silence for a while. Bruce watched the road; watched the sky turn blood red, then orange, then yellow; watched how the light played on Harvey’s face as he tiredly ran a hand through his hair.

“I thought you weren’t going to come for a bit there,” said Harvey quietly, more to the landscape than to Bruce.

“It’s three in the morning, Harvey,” replied Bruce lightly. “I got here as fast as I could.”

“No, not… not today. I meant, just. In the middle of it. I thought you might, I don’t know, change your mind.”

Bruce slowed the car down so he could properly look at Harvey. To get him to understand this: “I’m not going to change my mind about this. I’m going to be here, if you want me. Okay?”

Harvey looked him in the eye, and for once Bruce didn’t feel the urge to shrink away. “You’re really never going to give up on me, are you?” laughed Harvey quietly. “You were always too stubborn for your own good.”

“You haven’t given up either,” Bruce countered softly.

He let the car come to a stop. Who was going to see? Bruce slowly, giving Harvey enough time to pull away, reached out and rested his hand on top of Harvey’s. He held on like a lifeline, like he’d wanted to do so many times before in costume.

“I’m not going to leave,” he said, looking Harvey firmly in the eye. “I’m not.”

Harvey started to laugh, but it fell apart halfway through, and he turned towards the window so Bruce couldn’t see him fully while he sobbed. “Okay,” he said after a minute or two. “I believe you.”

Bruce squeezed his hand one more time, then started the car up again. He sighed, not unhappily. “Let’s go home.”

#1000 (ish) words of bruharvey silliness <3 #bruce picking harvey up is something that can be SO fucking personal #thank you lee <3

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cazimagines · 3 years ago

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Born to be wild - Chapter 5

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

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Every time you thought about that day, you felt the anger towards Niki swarm over you again, like a fiery itch in your veins. You couldn’t believe the arrogance of the man who not only rudely gave you advice but said advice being for his own benefit so you wouldn’t crash into him. You had half a mind to swerve directly into him in the next race, but you knew he would just use that to argue how he was right and that you were an inferior driver.

That thought weighed heavy upon your mind throughout the next few races, though. Were you an inferior driver? Was Niki right? That first race where you came 4th was your best position so far. In all these other races, you were lucky to get into the top 10. You wouldn’t even see Niki and James on the track with them being too far ahead of you. Patrick told you not to sweat it, and you will find your speed again, but you couldn’t help but feel depressed about the whole ordeal.

Yet, it made you more determined. You were determined to fix your car to your needs no matter what Niki said about you wrecking the engine. You grew up fixing cars; you certainly knew more than a rich boy who paid his way into F1. You pulled the underside apart, rewired the engine, changed the fuel consumption, chose better tyres, different metal to use on the outer side and slowly, you started to see an improvement in the car.

It was certainly faster, but it still wasn’t enough. You were missing something, something important, which would improve your game massively. Deep down, however, you knew it wasn’t a problem with the car but instead your own driving, which was holding you back.

Things took a turn for the better, however. A silver lining approached you, a ray of sunshine through your gloomy clouds, which turned out it would be the match to start your fire of a legacy. And that came in the form of James Hunt.

You were on your break for the afternoon before the next race tomorrow. You were eating your sandwich when you heard footsteps as he jogged up to you. Seeing him approach your field of vision made you glance away nervously. The last time you had spoken to him was the night of his party. The night where you had become so drunk, you made the rash decision to make out with him. Since then, you hadn’t spoken to him, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation, and you were hoping he wasn’t approaching to bring it up.

Seemingly James understood you didn’t want to speak of it, or he had been so drunk he didn’t even remember as not once did he mention it as he started to talk to you. Instead, he said something else which grabbed your attention.

“Do you want to go out on a ride around the town?” he asks you as he leans on the wall by the side of your table, looking down at you with that classic smirk.

“You...want to take me out on a ride?” you reply, suspicious of his motives.

“It’s a nice place we are at, plus I could show you a few tricks I know about how to handle the cars. It might help you.”

Instantly you perked up, excited to think that you might be able to learn tricks from the F1 master. Quickly putting the rest of your food away, you followed James over to his car, which was over the top representing his personality. Still like the gentleman he apparently was, he opened the side door for you and let you into the car. Then he jumped over his door into the car without even bothering to open it.

Showing off, he made the car shoot down the empty roads as you left the garage, definitely going over the speed limit. Despite all of James’ recklessness, he was a good driver, and as you observed the way he steered the wheel or pushed the gearbox, you began noting down ways he managed to control the car in a way you hadn’t figured out.

James felt your eyes upon him, and he smiled when he noticed what you were doing.

“If you give two tugs to the gearboxes here, it can give you a little boost which is useful if you are neck in neck with someone and you need to get ahead,” he tells you, demonstrating it, and as he says the car shoots forward with a quicker speed for a few seconds.

“I had no idea about that!” you say, feeling gleeful in realising how much you were learning from James.

Continuing down the road, James proceeded to show you more little tricks he had with the car. He talked you through each one and told you how he had managed to figure them out, and eagerly you hung onto his every word. You two didn’t even notice how many hours went by as he drove you around the town, just getting lost in your conversation till the sun slowly started to sink beyond the horizon.

By the time you and James pulled back up at the garage, only a few lights were still on, and the silence was broken by the laughter of the two of you. James jumped out of the car and jogged over to your side to open the door before you could, and jokingly, you gave him a curtsy for thanks. James opened his mouth to say something, but he chose to turn and look behind himself, and instead of words about how he enjoyed this afternoon, a groan left his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t the rat, I had heard they were nocturnal. Truly living up to your name.”

“You are never usually around the garage at this time, James. Are you planning on sabotaging my car?” the familiar Austrian accent rang out.

“I was just showing y/n a few tricks I have picked up over the years.”

James now moved out of the way, and Niki was brought to the awareness of your presence. He was holding a suitcase in his hand, but after seeing you, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave a displeased look which in turn pulled a frown onto your lips.

“Now it all makes sense. Do you think it’s a smart choice to show the opposition, though I doubt your tricks are worth much”

“Yes, yes, go and be the condescending twat that you usually are. You can’t seem to comprehend the thought of being nice and helping someone,” you mutter, moving forward to stand by James, copying Niki’s movement by crossing your arms.

Niki just scoffed, however, and rolled his eyes, “I heard what happened at the party. This seems to be more than just being nice and helping someone.”

You felt a blush spring on your cheeks as the words left his mouth. Your mouth hung open in shock, your eyes wide. You knew people would likely talk about you and James drunkenly kissing, but the fact that someone like Niki even knew made embarrassment course through you. How would you ever prove yourself if people thought you were just trying to get with an F1 driver?

“Leave her alone, Niki,” James said, stepping forward, and Niki instantly took a step back, uncrossing his arms to raise his hands defensively.

“I was only saying what I had heard, what everyone is talking about.”

Niki, deciding it was best to leave before James forced him, started to walk away from the two of you. James muttered, “come on”, and started walking in the opposite direction, but you had to say one more thing to Niki.

“Why are you always being so rude to me? Simply for one mistake?” you yell at his disappearing figure. You weren’t sure if he would bother to turn around and dignify you with a reply; after all, to him, you were just an idiot, but he did.

“Do you think if you were a guy, James would have taken you out today? I treat you and everyone else here like an asshole. They all treat you like something special so they can get their dick wet. I would have thought you wanted people to treat you the same as everyone else, but it seems like you enjoy the special attention.”

Niki’s eyes flicker back to Jame, who had turned around and was glaring at him.

“Now run along; your toy for the evening is waiting.”

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stormcrawler75 · 3 years ago

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Blood of the Sea Part One

Summary: Virgil leaves his parents behind as he sets out to the one place he remembered feeling safe at. Little does he know, there’s a study going on at that sanctuary. And he just became part of it.

Notes: . . . Hey, guys! I’m still alive and posting TS. Just taken over by the MHA bug. I’ll reblog this with my taglist once I find it, promise. This is the spiritual rewrite to A New Kind of Experiment. Not a Rewrite really but definitely influenced by it. Updates will be slow but they’ll be there. Hope you like it!

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The moon was high and full on the night that Virgil crept out of his bedroom with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and his father’s car keys gripped tightly in his hand. It was a good thing that it was. It helped him walked down the hallways without tripping on anything and alerting his parents to what he was doing. It would be hard to explain what exactly he was doing at midnight with a bag full of clothes, money, and pieces of pizza stuffed into a container. It would be even harder to explain what he was doing with the keys to his father’s prized Acura.

Not that Virgil really had an explanation other than he was scared and needed to leave. He knew that after the conversation with his dad the other day that he couldn’t stay until it was time to go to College. Virgil wasn’t sure that his heart could take it.

He vividly remembered the tense, one sided conversation that had taken place just a few days earlier. Virgil had sat in the kitchen and listened with a blank stare as his father laid out exactly what would happen if he ever disrespected him again. He knew even then that he couldn’t wait the two months until College started. It was time for him to leave.

A part of Virgil thought that he might be blowing this entire thing out of proportion, but he knew that he wasn’t. His father had never made empty threats before and Virgil really doubted that he was going to start now. It was time for Virgil to leave. Unknown to his father, his college tuition was already paid for and, thanks to his Uncle Janus, he had a place to stay. He just needed a place to stay for the two weeks until his Uncle could come pick him up. Virgil couldn’t exactly bring a stolen car to his Uncle’s house. His Father would blame Uncle Janus for everything just like he always did, and Virgil would be brought right back to square one.

Virgil winced as the stairs creaked and he paused, only relaxing when he heard the sounds of his father snoring. He kept walking until he got to the front door, carefully and quietly opening it. Virgil closed the door behind him, letting out a breath that he hadn’t realized that he had been holding until just then. Hopefully things would be easy from here on out.

Virgil quietly snorted. Who the hell did he think that he was? His father? He had the blood of the sea in him, just like his Uncle, and nothing ever came easy to those with the blood of the sea.

Virgil thought back to the memory where he had learnt about the blood of the sea. His uncle Janus had taken him out for fishing when he was just a toddler and before Virgil’s parents had cut him out of their and Virgil’s, lives outside of polite Holiday phone calls. Virgil had gripped his Uncle’s best rod, Uncle Janus behind him with his hands pressed over Virgil’s and reeled in a cod. Though, Virgil thought back in amusement, it had been more of his Uncle’s catch than his. But that wasn’t what his Uncle had claimed.

“Would you look at that,” Uncle Janus had laughed, grinning down at the toddler proudly. He ruffled Virgil’s hair with one hand, holding up the cod with the other and showing it off to the family who was having a beach day. “My little nephew caught himself a cod, first try! I knew I wasn’t the only one with the blood of the sea in me, Virgil. You’ll be allowed out on the boat with me in no time, won’t he,” he asked, directing the question to Virgil’s mother who had been nursing a glass of wine.

“Oh, I think he’s a bit young for that,” she had said dismissively, offering a placid smile. She looked away from him, seemingly having given up all of her energy to care. “He doesn’t even know how to swim. And I don’t want you teaching him either,” she said firmly. “He’s not ready for that.”

Uncle Janus glanced down at Virgil and winked, like they were two men sharing a secret and not Uncle and nephew. “She doesn’t understand one bit, Virgil, my boy. She doesn’t have the blood of the sea in her. Not like you and me. Just wait until you’re older.”

“What does that mean,” Virgil asked softly, reaching up to tug at his Uncle’s sleeve. “What’s blood of the sea?”

Uncle Janus grinned, crouching down in front of him, his scar crinkling a little with the movement. “It means that we were descended from the people of Atlantis,” he stage whispered, making Virgil’s eyes go wide. He laughed and grinned. “Your father has it too but,” he rolled his eyes, “my older brother doesn’t believe in all of that.”

“The people of Atlantis drowned, Janus,” his father huffed from his place on the docks, rolling his eyes. He took a long drink of beer before calling, “You better not be filling my boy’s head with nonsense about Atlantis and mermaids.”

Virgil gasped softly, standing on his toes. “Mermaids?”

Janus smirked, calling back to his brother, “Not all of them drowned, Ajax. And they’re not all mermaids, Virgil. There are men down there too. But we share the blood of the people of Atlantis. If our ancestors didn’t leave the city in time, we’d be down there with the rest of them.”

His father sighed, waving Virgil over. “Stop listening to all of that, Virgil. Atlantis isn’t real and neither are mermaids. Come sit with me.”

“But-“

His father’s voice hardened, turning unyielding. “Now, Virgil.”

Virgil left his Uncle’s side and went to sit by his father. He smiled though when his Uncle whispered, “I’ll tell you more later.”

That was the last time that he had talked to his Uncle face to face.

Virgil didn’t believe in mermaids. He didn’t believe in any drowned city. But he did believe in good luck and knowing when it was time to leave, just like his ancestors. He wasn’t about to drown under his parents’ influence. He was the blood of the sea and it was time to swim.

Virgil opened the back door of the Acura, tossing the duffle bag into it quietly. There was two other duffle bags and a computer bag that he had snuck out there after dinner. He slipped into the front seat and winced as he slid the keys into the slot and turned on the engine. He waited for the longest moment of his life and when he didn’t see any lights turning on in the house, he slowly drove down the driveway. Within minutes, he was on the highway and driving away from his house. His former house.

Virgil let out a long breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He didn’t think that he was going to relax completely until he was far away from the city. He could drop the car off at a garage not too far out and then he’d catch the bus. It helped that Virgil knew exactly where he was going too. He might not have a plan, but he had a place to lay low until he thought of one.

He didn’t even turn on the radio, too afraid of drawing any attention to himself. Virgil was too anxious for that. He stayed on the right side of the speed limit, knowing that he was screwed if a police officer pulled him over for speeding. The ride to the garage was tense and quiet, Virgil gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He pulled into the parking lot of the garage, pulling his hood over his face to keep it hidden. Not that it really mattered. His parents would know exactly who had stolen the car. Whether they’d care to report it was another matter entirely. His mother would swoon at the very thought.

Imagine what the neighbours might say!

Virgil wasn’t sure if all of this secrecy was really necessary. Would his parents really care if he left? A major part of him thought that they were just going to wash their hands of him but a small part of him almost wished that they would care. That they’d come looking for him to bring him home. It was just a pipe dream though. Once his father found his baby at the garage, they’d pretend that he never existed.

That was for the best. Virgil wouldn’t be leaving in the dead of the night if it wasn’t. He grabbed all three of his duffle bags with one hand, wincing a little at the weight and grabbed his computer bag with the other. He locked the car doors, ducked his head to hide from any cameras, and hurried out of the parking lot. It was just a few blocks from the 24/7 bus station. He’d relax then.

Virgil moved from a trot to a run when he saw the bus at the station, calling out, “Hold the bus,” frantically. If he missed the bus now, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Luckily, the bus didn’t drive off, waiting for Virgil to awkwardly scramble onto the bus and dig out his free bus pass. He had been saving this pass for forever and it was time to use it.

There was only one other person on the bus besides the obviously sleep deprived bus driver. They looked like a drunk college student, staring out the window with half lidden eyes. At least Virgil wouldn’t have to worry about either of these two saying anything about seeing him.

Virgil settled into one of the front seats, dropping his bags into the seat next to him. He curled up in his seat, hugging his knees to his chest. No turning back now. It was either sink or swim from this point on and the blood of the sea didn’t sink.

“Last stop, Divergent Springs! Last Stop, Divergent Springs!”

Virgil jerked up, scrambling out of his seat. He had been dozing and nearly missed what the bus driver had said the first time. Virgil nodded to the bus driver and hurried off the bus, nearly tripping on his last step in his haste. He sighed in relief when the bus drove down the road and disappeared from sight. It felt like he could finally breathe now. He was safe.

He hitched his bags up on his shoulders and started walking. The sun was just rising, meaning that it was around five or six o’clock. There wasn’t anyone walking around the small town, but Virgil walked at a brisk pace, wanting to go to where he was going before anyone saw him. There was a lot of things that Virgil had to do now that he was on his own. And the first thing that he had to do was to find his family’s old beach house.

He didn’t remember it that much. The last time he had seen his Uncle face to face was the last time he had seen the old beach house. Virgil couldn’t really remember why they ever stopped going except his mother complaining about how the beach hair made her hair frizz. But Virgil had a very fuzzy memory of a fight Uncle Janus and his father had at beach house the last night they had spent there.

“I told you not to fill his head with all of that non-sense, Janus, I told you! There’s no such thing as this blood of the sea or mermaids or any of that! You’re sound like Ya-ya and that’s not a compliment!”

“What’s the harm in telling him stories, Ajax? He’s four, nearly five, he’s not going to run off to find mermaids just because I tell him a few stories! And what’s wrong with those stories? Do you think you’re better than the rest of us for not believing in this, Ajax? Why can’t he learn about his family?”

“Because none of it is true! Tell him stories about Pops being a Doctor or me starting up my own business! Tell him of Ya-Ya arriving to the country with only six dollars in her pocket! Stop telling him stories about something that never even happened! Atlantis wasn’t real, it never drowned! Our family lived in Greece before Ya-Ya moved to America! She told us stories about Atlantis because we were little kids but none of it was ever real! There’s no such thing as Blood of the sea, what the fuck does that even mean?”

“You know what it means, Ajax. You know what it means. And that’s exactly why you refuse to teach Virgil how to-“

“You’re insane! You’re fucking insane, Janus! You know what, don’t bother taking me and Virgil out fishing tomorrow, we’ll be gone by lunch tomorrow.”

Virgil shook his head and pushed the memory out of his mind. It didn’t matter anymore. Whatever the reason, Virgil hasn’t been to the beach house for over ten years at this point. The only person who ever used it was his Uncle, who was currently spending his summer in Greece with their distance family, which was why Virgil was here instead of calling his Uncle immediately to come help him. He’d rather live out of a beach house alone for two months then spend another two months with his family, tense and just waiting to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing and have his father take away everything from him. Virgil was seventeen, eighteen in a few months, almost an adult. He could do this, he could do this. His Great-Grandmother was only sixteen when she came over here. If she could make a life for herself then so could Virgil.

Virgil let out a shaky breath when he saw a sign pointing in the direction of the beach, the words, “Lineage Beach,” faded a little from time. He could see the little beach house from the road and Virgil quickened his pace to get to it. The beach house looked just like it had when Virgil was a kid, Uncle Janus refusing to let it go to ruin. Virgil remembered Janus mentioning once that he came out here a lot, not just during summer. And just a few months ago, when Virgil had initially called his Uncle for help when things at home was getting more and more tense, Janus had mentioned off hand that he paid the bills for the beach house year round just in case he wanted to spend a weekend down there. Virgil wouldn’t have to worry about electricity, plumbing, or even WIFI.

It was a relief, one that almost matched the relief of Virgil realizing that he remembered the correct place where Janus kept the spare key. Right where it always was, and where Virgil remembered his father complaining about the stupid hiding spot, underneath the little sea serpent statue that Janus had brought and placed in front of the beach house. Virgil tilted it and grabbed the spare key taped on the bottom.

Hey, no one had broken in yet.

Virgil unlocked the door and walked in, sighing a little in relief. The beach house was a little smaller than he remembered, a little chilly from the heat not being on. But it made him relax. He was safe now. His father wouldn’t think to come here to look for him. Not at the place that Virgil hadn’t been to since he was a toddler. He’d think that Virgil wouldn’t even remember this place. Luckily, he was wrong.

He dropped his bags off by the door, closing it behind him. Virgil stretched and winced at the crick in his neck from sleeping on the bus. He quickly turned the heat up a little, not too much, just enough to get the chill out of the house. He grabbed his computer bag, pulling out his computer, charger, and the small jar packed to the brim with money. He had spent the last three years working at a local diner and saving his tips. He thought that he was going to be saving it for something for himself but this would have to do.

There was almost four hundred dollars packed inside of the jar and it was going to have to last him two months for food. Lucky for him, Virgil had done well enough in school to get a scholarship for the art school he had been accepted into and his Uncle had already said that he could live with him during College. He could spend this money without any worry for the future. But that was an issue for later.

Virgil plugged his computer in, put the jar on the coffee table, and collapsed onto the old, mustard colour couch. He was so exhausted that he drifted off to sleep immediately, the smell of the sea sending him off to a dreamless sleep.

“Patty, Darling, I love you. But if you don’t get back to base to rest soon then I’m going to lose it.”

Patton rolled his eyes from his station not too far out from the beach, staring out at the Human dwelling. He had binoculars pressed against his eyes and was watching the figure poking around the house closely. “Give me just a few more minutes, Remy. I want to see what’s this Human is doing.” He lowered the binoculars and breathed in deeply. The ocean air filled his lungs and so did the scent of the Human.

Whoever this Human was, they belonged to the same pod as the Human who was here regularly. Patton couldn’t see the Human that well from where he was treading water, but he was fairly sure that this was a hatchling. What was a hatchling doing out at this hour without a member of their pod? He knew that Humans let their Hatchling out of the pod earlier than Atlanteans did but really. At this hour?! Horrible.

Remy sighed from behind him, pushing himself closer and plucking the binoculars from Patton’s hand, tucking them into his front pocket carefully. He ignored the huff of his friend and poked at Patton’s tail gently. Patton was small, 3’6”, with pale skin, curly blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a yellow seahorse tail that curled at the end. “C’mon, Pat. The Humans are going to be up soon, and you’ve been studying this beach for the past ten hours.” He arched an eyebrow when Patton pouted. “Hey, you said when you were stationed at this post that you’d listened to Explorers first and foremost, remember? You promised.”

“. . . Five more minutes?”

“Sea snakes, you’re going to be the death of me,” Remus groaned, throwing his head back. He tilted back and floated on his back, flapping water at Patton lazily with his tail. He was tall, his long pink dolphin tail only adding his height. Compared to Patton, he was a giant. He had dark brown skin, dark brown eyes. with long almost black hair pulled into a ponytail. “Fine, just a few more minutes,” he grumbled.

Patton grinned at him, patting Remy’s tail gently and pulling out the pad from the bag slung around his shoulder. “Thank you, Rem.” He clicked his tongue and called out, “Nelly!” He grinned when he felt something nudge his tail, reaching down trustingly and grabbing the fin of the dolphin below him. The dolphin pulled him underneath the water and swam in the direction that Patton pointed to. They swam closer to the beach, watching the Human dwelling closely. The hatchling had gone inside of the dwelling at this point, hopefully waiting for their pod to return before venturing out again.

Patton wrote a few observations down on his pad, glancing up every so often. It wasn’t so often that a scientist got to observe a Human, let alone one with the Blood of the Sea in them. And now Patton got to observe a hatchling with the Blood of the sea in them too. And people said that this station would be boring.

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BTS Reaction | Catch Him Cheating On You [TW] [Request]

A/N: I’ve made this TW as I know death can be a TW for some people, I also made these involved with cars but not all of them a car accident as I wanted them to be different from one another, I hope that’s okay and this is angsty enough for you my love x

[TW] ~ Mentions of death, car accidents, cheating

Seokjin:

There were always going to be those rumours about your relationship with Jin but you were going to have to get over that. It was the way life was when your relationship was out in the public eye though sometimes it was difficult you trusted Jin with every ounce of your heart and you knew he would never do anything to hurt you or your feelings. The recent rumours flying around were that he was with another girl behind your back and everyone seemed to know about it except for you, there had been many photos of them together but you knew her. She worked for Bighit as one of the stylists and you also knew that she was engaged to another man and she loved him.

"You busy again today?" You asked as Jin rushed around the bedroom to get ready for his day, he promised to take you out this week but so far it had been cancelled and rearranged more times than you could count.

"Namjoon wants me to work on a couple more songs and then we're done. I'll be all yours, tomorrow babe." He promised, kissing your forehead before leaving the bedroom door. You wanted to be that selfish girlfriend that forced him to stay with you for the day but you knew how important his music was to him so you let him leave and decided to just get on with your day. It was the first day off work you'd had in a couple of weeks so you were going to have a huge clean around the house and then relax for as long as humanly possible.

You'd cleaned the entire house from top to bottom leaving only the laundry to do, lately, Jin had insisted on doing his own washing but he wasn't there to argue with you today. It wasn't like you were incapable of being able to wash his clothes he just told you he had this weird thing lately where he had to be the one to do it. But now you were starting to understand why you were pulling out loads of little bits and bobs from his pockets and he knew that if he didn't empty his pockets before putting things in the wash you got annoyed at him. You thought it was sweet that he decided to do his own washing to save you get annoyed at him,

"Such a dork-" Your voice trailed off as you pulled a movie ticket from his jeans pocket. 'The Notebook' You remembered telling Jin that the local cinema was reshowing it this week and hinted that you wanted to go with him but you had no idea he went alone. He always told you he hated romance movies. You continued emptying the jeans you were holding when you found a key in the bottom of it,

"Apartment 324." You read out what was engraved on the red keychain before a frown settled on your face, you went back to the pocket and pulled out a second movie ticket. You didn't want to be the one to jump to conclusions so you put them back into the pocket and put his washing in a separate basket to your own. You trusted Jin but all of this felt weird and made you anxious at the thought of something funny going on behind your back.

(X)

It was probably nothing, it had just been nagging you all day and night since you found the key in his pocket. He came home from the studio and you noticed he smelt like a woman, not a big deal he was around women all day at work but when you asked if you were still on for your day together today he told you he was busy once again. Your heart sank as your head started to come up with worst-case scenarios you knew could be true but didn't want to believe them. You'd been together with Jin for years, four years in December why would e just throw all of that away for nothing? You figured you were overreacting but that didn't stop you from following Jin around today. He'd left the house and the moment he was on the move you got into your car and went after him, you just wanted to calm your racing mind down and remind yourself that your boyfriend was one of the sweetest guys ever and that he would never do anything to hurt you.

"Where are you-" You stopped yourself when you saw him pull into a car park for an apartment building, he got out of his car and began digging around in his pocket before pulling out the key you had found yesterday.

You waited for him to enter the apartment before going up there, you'd been trying to convince yourself that this could all be explained away, that he could just be looking to buy a new apartment and all of this was just you being dramatic but the woman answering the door confirmed everything you were already thinking.

"Is Jin here?" Your mouth asked before your brain could even register what you were doing, she looked behind her and Jin came to the door.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" You shook your head at him eyes filling to the brim with tears as you realised that he was cheating on you. There were so many things you wanted to say to him but so little time,

"I think the better question would be what are you doing here?" You managed to finish before the tears rushed down your face, you ran away from the door ignoring him as he called out your name,

"Y/n! It isn't what it looks like I promise." He said as you got into your car, you started up the engine but he kept his hand on the window so you wouldn't drive off just yet.

"Let go of the car Jin." You warned him as you put it into reverse looking behind you in the mirror, everything was blurry because of the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

"No. You can't drive when you're upset, let me explain-"

"Explain what Jin? That you've been sleeping with someone else behind my back, I get it. Why didn't you just come to me? I thought we talked things out." He looked down at you begging you not to drive in the state that you were in but you didn't want to hear him acting like he cared for you when he'd just ripped your heart apart like it meant nothing to him.

"Just wait!" You pulled out of the parking lot and down into the road, driving away from him as fast as the speed limit would allow you to. You had to get back to your apartment before he did, you had to get out of there and find somewhere else to go before he came home and tried to worm his way back into your life.

"FUCK!" You screamed as you felt more tears gushing down your face, you stopped at the red light looking around for some tissues. Why didn't you keep tissues in your car?! You threw your head back against the seat trying to calm your heart rate down, it was pumping faster than usual to compensate for the breaking that had just been happening to it. Everything was too much right now and all you wanted to do was pull over and scream about it but you couldn't. The light turned green so you pulled out into the traffic trying to keep your eyes from blurring up again but you couldn't stop yourself from crying, tears were just running down your cheeks so fast that you'd run a red light. The second another car run into you you lost control over the wheel and you spun out of control, it wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't roll over or into a ditch but people watched in horror as your car ran into the front of a truck that was trying to stop itself from slamming into the front of you and crushing your car instantly.

(X)

Jin was talking to the officer who came to tell him about you, he was sitting on the front doorstep waiting for you for hours. Expecting you to have just walked away and come back later but when the police car pulled up he knew something was wrong.

"What happened?" Jin questioned as he sat down on the doorstep again, he begged you not to drive when you were in that state. He begged you and now you were gone.

"It appears Y/n ran through a red light, witnesses say that they tried to stop but couldn't." He ran his hands through his hair wondering why he could have let you just drove off. He should have taken your keys or something,

"I should have done something." The police officer just said he was sorry before leaving. As if it was his fault you'd ran into coming traffic and not Jin's, Jin sat there staring at the floor when the front door opened to his apartment.

"Where are they?"

"Y/n died." He mumbled shoving the stylist away from him as he got up from the step, he wanted to clear his head and get away from her. It was his fault that you'd died and he was never going to forgive himself for letting himself cheat on you and throw away the relationship you had together.

Yoongi:

The boys were all away on tour together and you stayed home at your shared apartment that you had with Yoongi to look after Holly and the place itself. You did this every time he went away on tour, you'd go out and see him sometimes whenever you could find someone to look after Holly or you could get the time off work. It was a nice break away together but you knew that Yoongi loved being on tour and alone with the guys to clear his head and come up with new ideas for working on things.

"Come on Holly," You called out to Holly as you pulled on your shoes, it was 5 am which meant it was time for the morning walk and then stopping by the ships to buy you both some breakfast on the way back. You'd gotten into the habit of taking her for a morning walk around the Han River, it would be a waste of where you lived if you didn't. A two-minute walk to the river and then you had that whole place to yourself - along with visitors but it was still a lovely walk none the less.

"Good boy, you're such a good boy." You laughed pulling on his collar and lead as you got to the front door, he jumped up at the framing and you took out the keys from the door.

"Morning Mr Park." You said as you saw your neighbour coming in from his night shift at work, he looked at you before looking away sadly. You frowned, normally he was the type of man to say good morning and have a small conversation with you but he kept his head down and ignored you.

"Okay then," You whispered locking up the front door before heading down the street towards the River, Holly was pulling on his lead trying to get there quicker than intended. He'd loved these walks with you every morning mostly because you never got to do this that often and whenever you could it would be a nice long walk for him.

(X)

"Hello dear, how are you feeling?" You tried not to frown at the lady that was making you a hot chocolate at the stand, you'd just finished your walk and spotted her kiosk serving fresh hot chocolates and couldn't resist it. You'd never seen her before and yet she was acting as though she was close to you and knew something was wrong,

"I'm fine, thank you." You tried not to sound as though you were questioning her and she sighed at you,

"You're just so brave sweetie, coming out here and just facing the world." You stared at her and then down at the hot chocolate confused by what was going on but then that's when you noticed another person staring at you. They were sitting on the park bench mumbling something to the man next to them, you frowned and looked behind you thinking maybe they were looking at something else but there was no one there.

"Oh my- You haven't seen or heard anything yet have you?" Your heart began to beat 100 times past its normal speed and you looked back to the lady behind the kiosk,

"Seen what?" You questioned but she shook her head and began rambling on about how it wasn't her place to talk about such things. You frowned at her when you heard the familiar sound of cameras clicking together and you knew from that moment it had something to do with Yoongi, your brain went to the worst thinking that'd he'd been in an accident or that he or the boys were injured.

"How are you feeling?!" They all screamed at you trying to talk all at once but it was coming out as a mumble of words you couldn't process anything that was happening.

"Leave them alone! They don't know what's happening," Holly began barking to stop people from getting too close to you but it wasn't doing anything and they kept getting closer to you.

"Y/n?! How did it feel when you saw the video?!" Your headshot over to one of the reporters and they knew instantly that you had no idea what any of them were talking about.

"W-What video?" You stuttered out thinking that maybe Yoongi had accidentally leaked something of you and him together, nothing major just a cute video but then why would there be such a huge deal about that. Everyone knew you were together it was public knowledge, just as they were about to explain the radio began speaking.

"In major media news, Min Yoongi has been seen in a video with a female partner being intimately involved. No one seems to know who this woman is but we can confirm that it is not his partner Y/n Y/l/n." Your world came to a crashing halt and the cameras resumed their flashing trying to capture your exact reaction to the news on camera.

"L-Leave me alone." You begged but they kept getting closer, Holly was jumping and barking out of control until his lead slipped out of your hand,

"Holly!" You screamed forgetting the cameras and everyone watching you, he was more important than anything going on in your life right now.

"Holly!" You cried out trying to get him to come back but he ran straight across the main road and over to a store selling fresh food outside. You went after him without a second thought about it and straight into the oncoming trying to make sure you could get Holly before animal services got to him, a car horn sounded out and you turned to your left. You didn't even have time to scream before it came into contact with your side. The man inside of the car screamed slamming on his breaks as you rolled over the top of his car falling onto the floor.

"Call an ambulance!" You heard someone scream out, you groaned trying to look around by red was clouding your vision,

"Holly." You mumbled to the Kiosk lady who was now kneeling beside you and holding your hand.

"Someone's got him, it's okay." You felt too weak to move your body so you turned to look at the lady, she was covered in blood and what looked like bits of your hair. That was when the pain crashed through your body,

"You're okay, it's going to be okay." She whispered to you.

(X)

It wasn't okay, Yoongi came home as soon as he got the news that you'd been hit by a car.

"The driver tried to stop," The kiosk lady told him, he'd come to the place where you'd died and he asked around about it all. She hated him for causing this all if you hadn't have heard it on the news none of it would have happened. She wasn't alone in blaming him though. He blamed himself for your death as well, if he'd have kept it in his pants and stayed faithful to you none of it would have happened.

"They asked for you when they were lying there." He wiped his cheeks as the lady spoke to him, he had no idea why she was even sticking around. If it was him he wouldn't even give himself the time of day,

"What did they say?" She sighed at him and shook her head,

"It can't be any worse than what I already think-"

"That's the thing. They kept mumbling that they loved you and to tell you that it wasn't your fault." He choked on a sob as soon as he heard her say that. But that was you alright, you never let anyone think something was there fault even if it was. You were a firm believer in thinking that everything happened for a reason but not this, you were so young and you had so much time left he was never going to forgive himself for any of this.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was at the dance studio where he'd been all week, he'd ben spending so much time there you were starting to miss him almost as much as you did when he was away on tour. You knew how much he loved dancing and coming up with new dances but it was getting to be too much. This week was supposed to be his week off since it was your anniversary dinner on Friday but you were guessing that he'd forgotten. You'd woken up Friday morning expecting to see him laying beside you while you woke up but the bed was empty and his dance bag was once again gone.

"I'm sorry Mickey, no daddy today." You sighed as you let Mickey out into the back garden of the shared house you had with Hoseok. Hoseok and you had been together for five years today and yet he was nowhere to be seen, not even a note to tell you that he was busy that day. Maybe it was because you'd been together for so long that the novelty of celebrating anniversaries had worn off but you were disappointed he was nowhere to be seen on your five-year mark. Though you weren't going to hold it against him, he was a busy man with a busy life, you decided to make him some lunch and take it to him. If he was too busy to remember your anniversary the least you could do was make him something to eat and surprise him for the afternoon.

"Mickey breakfast!" You laid the bowl of dog food down onto the floor and began to get food ready for Hoseok's lunch, you were going to make his favourite meal of yours and hopefully have a nice lunch together.

(X)

"Y/n! You're here! Why are you here?!" Jimin asked loudly, louder than he usually was when he saw you coming into the BigHit building. You laughed at him and shook your head, you held up the bag of food you were carrying and he nodded at you waiting for some kind of explanation.

"I brought food for mine and Hobi's anniversary...Five years today." You smiled and Jimin stared at you, he looked lost on what you were talking about.

"Five years together." You repeated but Jimin didn't seem to be registering what you were saying to him as you showed him the food and card you'd brought along with you.

"You can't go in there." He stood in front of the door and kicked it hard, the music that was playing inside cut off and you laughed thinking they were just doing a secret routine you weren't allowed to see.

"Jimin, I can keep a secret. I dated Hosoek for years without anyone knowing." You went to reach for the door handle but he stopped you and that's when you realised what he was trying to do. He was trying to stop you from entering the room, your head filled with dread at what could be going on inside.

"What's the problem Jimin?" You questioned but he shook his head, faking a smile and asking you about what you'd cooked. He was trying to change the subject which meant he was lying, you'd known all of them long enough to know when each of them was lying.

"You want some, maybe we can go and eat if Hobi is busy." You acted as though you were walking away and once Jimin's back left the door you ran for it and opened the door. Hoseok was standing there rushing to get changed along with a smaller woman beside him.

"Y/n!" Jimin screamed but you'd already seen the damage, Hoseok was covered in lipstick marks and hickeys on his neck that you hadn't given to him. You hadn't seen him long enough to even give him a kiss all week so they didn't belong to you.

"Y/n this isn't-"

"What it looks like? Cause to me it looks like you're sleeping with someone on our anniversary and everyone but me seems to know about it." You looked at Jimin who was looking sheepishly at the floor kicking his feet, he was going to look anywhere but at you.

"Oh shit it's our anniversary," He said nonchalantly as if it was no big deal that he was sleeping with somebody else,

"You're unbelievable," You whimpered handing Jimin the food as you run out of the door and down the hallway, this place was like a god damn maze and you hated every square inch of the building. Everyone was turning to look at you because they knew what was happening, all of the boys knew what Hoseok was doing behind your back but none of them thought it was their right to come and tell you,

"Y/n! Wait!" You were out on the streets when Hoseok finally caught up to you panting and begging for you to wait for him to explain his side of the story,

"There are no sides to the story Hoseok! Did you or did you not sleep with that woman?" You asked turning around to face him, he hated that you were being unusually calm about this, it made him feel anxious that you were handling it so well but you weren't. In the inside it felt as though your whole world was coming apart around you, the world being dragged out from under your feet the moment he stared at you.

"I am sleeping with her," You nodded calmly looking around for a taxi to take you back to your house,

"Then where's the side of the story? You cheated on me while I stayed home like the faithful partner I am?" You questioned holding your hand out for a taxi to pull up,

"I just don't want people to know-"

"You don't want me to go running to the tabloids with everything? Do you really think that low of me?" Even you couldn't believe that you were able to keep all of the tears inside of you right now, every second you looked at him was another second you wanted to burst into tears but the adrenaline of everything was stopping them from falling.

"Of course not, I love you-"

"No! No, you don't!" You yelled looking at him and not at the road anymore.

"If you really loved me you would have come to me before sleeping with someone else." You yelled at him finally breaking from under the pressure, people were watching you both as you yelled back and forth.

"Keep your voice down-"

"Why?! Why shouldn't everyone know that you cheated on me? That I'm the one left heartbroken because the man I loved is sleeping with someone else on our anniversary?" You went to walk towards him but ankle twisted causing you to fall back into the road.

"Y/n!" You heard him call out but it was covered by the sound of tires screeching, people yelling and a car horn blaring out.

"You're okay! Y/n! Look at me, look at me." His voice was fading in and out of your hearing as he tried to get you to look at him. You stared up at him, you were laying on the floor with your head on his lap and people surrounding you.

"I'm cold Hobi," You whispered looking at him and he nodded,

"I know but just stay here okay, help is gonna be here any minute and then we can get you to the hospital." You mumbled something trying to shake your head but it felt as though you were stuck in place.

"I want to go home Hobi, I want to go home." You repeated looking at him as he started crying, you couldn't remember anything from the last hour and your head was starting to throb the longer you kept your eyes open.

"I'm tired." You whispered to him as you closed your eyes,

"No baby, you can't go to sleep come on. Eyes open-"

"I didn't even see them, they just backed out onto the road and I didn't- it was an accident." Sirens began coming into your hearing but they were fading in and out as you finally closed your eyes in Hoseok's arms.

(X)

"I should have just told them I was having an affair!" Jimin flinched, he'd never seen Hoseok this mad before and it was terrifying. One of the plastic chairs flew across the room and into the dance mirror shattering it onto the floor as he released some of the anger. You'd died in his arms not remembering anything that had happened when you went to the studios,

"Isn't it a good thing that they didn't remember, they could die happy then." Jimin tried to offer up but nothing was going to make Hoseok feel better about this and why should it? He'd cheated on you if he'd just stayed with you and been the good boyfriend none of it would have happened.

Namjoon:

"It's double date night remember? I told you that we had this tonight." You said to Namjoon when he came out of the bathroom wearing sweatpants and a training shirt,

"I forgot babe. I blanked." You sighed getting up from the dressing table chair, you stretched your hands out to him and he hugged you tightly.

"You look great though." You hummed at him knowing he was just saying it to make you feel better. You were wearing his favourite shirt on you and a pair of black jeans, it was just going to be you, Jimin, and Jisoo at dinner. Namjoon was supposed to be joining you since you were the only two couples of the friendship group but now it seemed like you were going to third wheel all night,

"I might cancel. I don't want to be the third wheel-" Namjoon shook his head quickly insisting that you go and that it would be fun for you to get out without him for a bit.

"But I miss you." You pouted, he chuckled at you and ran his hand over your cheek.

"I miss you too but I'm going to the studio, I have some work to do. By the time you're back from your double date I'll be back I promise." You sighed at him, you knew how hard a worker Namjoon was but it didn't make it easier for you to accept him being gone all hours of the day.

"Alright, fine. I'll just have to drag you on a date with Jisoo and I to make up for it." You teased him and leant up to kiss his lips, he smiled at you and nodded in agreement.

"See you later," You said as you grabbed your phone and bag and headed for the front door, Namjoon watched from the window waving goodbye as you got into your car to go and meet Jimin and Jisoo.

(X)

Jimin was being oddly quiet throughout the lunch date you were having, you assumed he was just tired from all of the extra hours he and the other boys had been putting in at the studio.

"Why couldn't Namjoon come again?" She questioned putting down her glass and folding her arms over her chest, it was the fourth time in the last three months he'd cancelled on spending time with you and your friends together and cancelling time with you.

"He's at the studio, something to do with extra work. He's been working so hard lately I'm surprised you guys don't have five new albums." You joked with Jimin but he didn't seem to be laughing, he was frowning at you wondering what you meant. Namjoon told the boys he was busy with you so much that he was taking time off work to be with you,

"Did he say what he was working on?" Jimin questioned looking at you, you shook your head and leant forward to take your drink into your hand.

"No, just said it was extra studio time." You shrugged your shoulders, you saw no reason to question Namjoon. He'd been with you for years and you trusted him with your life, if he said he was going to be at the studio then you believed him.

"Well he'll just have to come next time- He's here." You laughed as Jisoo trailed off and looked over to the front door of the bar you were sitting in. Your eyes travelled over to the door to see Namjoon holding the door open for a small lady, she was wearing a black skin-tight dress that looked like it could have been a second skin if you hadn't seen the laced sleeves on her arms. Her hair was so long and wavy it looked like something from one of the hair commercials you'd seen, she was the living embodiment of perfect in your eyes and there she was standing with Namjoon's arm around her waist as though neither of them cared if they were caught together.

"He's here with someone else..." Your voice trailed off and you looked down at your drink of coke dropping some money onto the table, you didn't want to sit and cry here. You didn't want to have a meltdown in a public place where people could see you and Namjoon yelling at one another,

"Y/n." You shook your head as you walked past him and out of the bar, you didn't want to get into this right now. You weren't in the right frame of mind for it.

"Leave it Namjoon." You continued walking away as he yelled after you, begging you to stay with him so he could tell you what was happening but tears kept rolling down your cheeks as you walked down the street to where you'd parked your car.

"Y/n please just let me talk-" He ran in front of you and made you face him, the tears were streaming down your cheeks. The look on his face was enough to confirm that he was in fact cheating on you,

"I didn't know you would be here."

"So that makes it all okay does it?! It's my fault that I was here to witness you taking a girl out on a date when we're engaged?" You tested him and he shook his head tears running down his face as he finally told you that it was true. He was cheating on you but you didn't want to hear it, you wanted to get home and pack up your things.

"We've been spending less time together, I just got needy-"

"Then you could have come to me! I'm your- I was your fiancé Namjoon," You wiped your eyes and began walking around him as he called out for you to stop but you took off in a run to get away from him, you didn't want to cry in front of people that could capture it all on tape. While he stood there and blamed you for him cheating as if it was your fault.

(X)

It all happened too fast, Namjoon was coming up the road to your house when he saw you pulling out of the driveway. You locked eyes for a moment as you went to pull into the road to finally leave but a car came speeding around the corner of your street, turning so it was on only two wheels and just like that it went spinning into the side of your car knocking you into the tree in your garden.

"Y/N!" Namjoon screamed out rushing over to the car to try and get you out but the door was jammed against the side of the tree and you were out cold on the wheel of the car. He could still remember hearing the paramedics trying to get you to come back, all of them pressing on your chest and calling out your name for you to wake up but nothing happened. You were unresponsive when they put you in the ambulance and pronounced dead when you finally reached the hospital, he knew he didn't deserve the right but he held your hand the whole ride there. Telling you that it was going to be fine and that you'd make it but you hadn't and they were taking you away from him. He'd been sitting in the waiting room for hours trying to let his brain catch up to him and for it to finally settle that you were gone but it wasn't working. He was still expecting to go home and find you waiting for him, waiting to tell him stories about your day with Jisoo and Jimin as though none of this had ever happened.

Jimin:

You'd stayed out all night at a friends place, having a huge sleepover like the giant oversized adult children that you were. It had been fun getting to catch up with all of them, you'd made a huge fort in the living room and slept downstairs on the floor while her husband stayed up in his room pretending that had hadn't married her.

"I can't believe you have to go, next time we're going to your place." She told you as she got to the front door, she was walking you out and you didn't want to say goodbye. You didn't get to see one another much because of your job but whenever you had the chance it was always the best time.

"Sure! He has this cinema room so it'll have to be a horror movie night." You told her as you loaded up your bag into the boot of your car, she came over to you and hugged you goodbye.

"Ring me when you get home safe! You know the rules." You nodded at her and playfully rolled your eyes as you got into the front seat of your car. It was the number one rule you had as friends, always ring or text the other one when you arrived safely. There were no two ways about it, it was the only way to ensure you were both safe and happy.

"I will mum." You teased starting up the engine and going home

(X)

The front door opened and you called out to Jimin to let him know you were back while you grabbed your phone,

"Hey, I just walked in through the front door," She began joking about how much she missed you already while you headed up the stairs to find Jimin. You knew it was still a little early so he could be asleep,

"I think Jimin's still asleep bless," You laughed as you got onto the top floor,

"You did say he's been doing a lot of overtime, he deserves it." She said to you as you walked to the bedroom door, you frowned hearing the bed springs moving more so than usual when he was asleep.

"I'll call you back." You hung up without an explanation and opened the door to reveal Jimin on top of someone else.

"Shit, what are you doing back?!" You stared at Jimin as he pulled himself out of the woman and covered them both up.

"What am I doing back? I live here, what are- who is she?" Your head was in a fog as you tried to come up with something to say about this situation, you were about to kick off when you finally got a good view of the woman he was with.

"M-Mina?!" She was your other friend who was supposed to be at the sleepover with you last night but was ''sick''.

"Y/n, let me explain." You shook your head rushing back down the stairs, trying to get out of the house as fast as possible. Your keys were shaking in your hand as you tried to unlock the car door as quickly as possible. Jimin was beside you as you jammed the key into the door trying to open it,

"Let's just talk," Jimin said but Mina was standing behind him repeating how sorry she was,

"Talk then! What do you think you can say to make this situation any better?!" You yelled finally opening the door and getting inside, he stood in front of the car so you couldn't drive without hitting.

"Y/n please," He begged you but you didn't want to hear it, you turned on the engine.

"We made a mistake, we're sorry-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry!" You yelled at him tears rolling down your face as you put the car into gear, Mina stood at the front door of your house as though she wasn't to blame for anything going wrong.

"Move Jimin, let her go." You shook your head as he did as she said, going over to her and giving her a kiss. You saw it all in your mirrors, watching as they acted like a happy couple while the rest of your world fell apart around you. Sobbing as you pulled onto the main road you tried to keep your focus on driving, you were going to have to go back to your best friend and tell her what happened. You had nothing and no one else in Korea to turn to and there was no way in hell that you were doing to go back to him after what he'd done to you and with her. Your phone rang next to you but you ignored it once you saw the name on the screen,

'JimJam'

Sighing to yourself you went to drive across the road but at the same time a truck came bounding down the road not paying attention to what he was doing, he skipped the red light and came crashing into the side of your car. You screamed out as your car flipped over rolling in circles making you so dizzy you had to close your eyes until you heard a giant clunk of metal and everything went black.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you groaned out, your hand shakily reached for it on the ceiling of your car, you couldn't move your arm that much and your head felt like it was having a hammer smashed around the inside of it.

"Y/n?! Jimin called me and told me what happened. I'll fucking kill him when I get my hands on him where are you? You shouldn't be driving?! You're clearly not driving since you just picked up." She stopped talking when she realised she couldn't hear you talking anymore or trying to put any input into the conversation,

"Y/n?! Y/n?!"

(X)

Mina and Jimin stood together as the police officer came with your best friend to tell them the news, Mina looked at the floor before over at her friend who was glaring at them both. She was clutching your mobile in her hands as she tried not to cry. She'd been the one to find you and tell police who you were while they stayed home,

"Enjoy playing happy families because it won't last long." She shoved the phone into Jimin's chest and walked closer to Mina practically breathing on her face,

"Y/n trusted you," She spat at them looking at them as she backed away from the door shaking her head so they would know how much she disapproved of everything that was happening between them,

"They trusted both of you and you just threw it back in their face." She yelled looking at Jimin as he stared down at your phone in his hands, all his missed calls. The photo of you and him as you lock screen, it only piled the guilt onto him more.

Taehyung:

Taehyung had insisted on throwing a house warming party, inviting the boys and all your friends around to your new place. You'd finally taken the plunge and moved in together after dating for two years. You'd spent time back and forth at each other's apartments but now it was real, now you were living together and sharing a place together, it felt like you were finally moving forward in your relationship after hiding it for so long.

"I just want to thank everyone for their gifts, especially Jungkook who got me the light-up dumpling set I've been dying to get my hands on." You joked as you held up a glass of wine, Taehyung was smiling proudly at you from the back of the room while he spoke to one of his old friends from school. You'd met her a bunch of times, she was always so sweet and lovely with you that you'd grown a little closer as friends whenever you saw one another.

"I know Taehyung would like to say something so up you come, babe." He walked over to you and smiled at everyone, going off on a small rant about how he told the boys not to buy them plants since you already seemed to have a collection of the building.

"You're very lucky," His friend said as she came to join your side, you smiled softly at her and she hugged you tightly. You could smell the booze oozing from her as she wrapped her arms around your waist, it made you uneasy that she was this drunk already when the party had only just started.

"Here! To the happy couple!" She slurred handing you a drink of wine and making sure you chugged it back in front of her, Taehyung watched from the kitchen door as she made you drink a second glass. He looked uncomfortable that you were standing together but you ignored the feeling and went to find one of the boys and continue thanking them for their presents.

Throughout the rest of the night whenever she had the chance she would give you drink after drink along with shots telling you it was to celebrate you and Taehyung being the happiest and most in love couple that she knew.

"I think you should get going, you've had a little too much to drink." You were trying to be nice about it but she instantly took offensive to it screaming about how she could handle her drinks more than you ever could.

"I wasn't being mean I was just-"

"You were just being Y/n! I know, pretty and perfect Y/n! The one Taehyung choose over me! I mean...fucking look at you, he's shooting so low down when he could have me." You nervously looked around as people began to stare at you both wondering what was happening. Namjoon came over offering to take her home when she shook her head and pushed him away,

"I can handle everything better than you, I can handle Taehyung better and that's why he comes crawling back to me whenever he needs good sex!" The music cut outright as she screamed the last sentence, your glass smashed against the floor and Taehyung stared at you trying to come up with some kind of excuse for what she was saying to you. But there was no excuse,

"Don't go denying it Tae! You were at mine just last week begging me to sleep with you because you know that now you're moving in together you won't see me as much." You hiccuped as you tried not to cry in front of everyone in the room, Namjoon put his hand on your arm but you pulled away from him.

"Is it true?" Your voice broke at the end but you didn't care, people awkwardly tried to get out of the house while all of this unfolded in front of them,

"Yes, it's true! Why do you think we're so close, he always comes back to me." She seethed at you and you nodded slowly trying to process everything that she was saying to you while Taehyung stood there and let it all happen. As though he really didn't care that all of this was coming out in front of your friends,

"Right. fine. I'll come back tomorrow for my things." You took your keys from the table not caring that you'd been drinking for the last two hours, nothing like that seemed to matter right now. After hearing that news you felt stone-cold sober anyway,

"Y.n!" Namjoon called after you as you got into the car ignoring them all and driving off without a care in the world, you knew it was wrong to drink and drive but you couldn't be seen by anyone else. You wanted to be alone, you would just drive to the end of the road and pull over it would be no big deal you pulled up and got out of the car. You were walking over to the shop that was right across the road when a car came speeding through a red light ignoring the horns of other cars as the drive came racing towards you, you looked up not having enough time to move as the car hit your legs causing you to land onto the bonet and then onto the floor. People screamed around you as your head hit the floor, pain rushed through your body as you laid on the floor on your chest looking around. You couldn’t move, it felt as though you’d been pinned to the floor by a giant boulder.

Taehyung raced over staring at you as you laid there, you locked eyes for a moment. Your eyes were getting heavier with each passing second, you stretched your hand out to him as you coughed out some blood onto the floor in front of you, the man who had hit you was trying to get you to roll over but you couldn’t move, it was too painful. You were covered in blood as you bled out on the floor.

“I love you,” You whimpered at Taehyung as you felt a spasm run through your body you closed your eyes right as Taehyung made it to your side.

Jungkook:

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you got ready for the best day of your life, the start of your new life with Jungkook.

"You ready? Whoa." Jin said as he walked into the room and saw you, you looked incredible standing there in your wedding outfit, he felt a surge of guilt running through his brain as he saw you getting ready for what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life but he knew it was never going to be.

"I have to talk to you about something," You looked at you and shook your head,

"We have to get going Jin, don't want to keep Jungkook waiting." You laughed picking up the flowers and walking over to him. That was what he was worried about, keeping Jungkook waiting. You should have just left Jungkook at the alter and ran but he didn't want to be the one to tell you what was happening behind your back. He'd been begging Jungkook to come to you for weeks and admit everything but he wouldn't, he was insistent on marrying you and getting on as though nothing had been happening.

"Jin, you seem really upset. I promise I'll still be like a little sibling to you, but you'll just have to share me with Jungkook." You whispered as you reached the bottom of the aisle. Jungkook was staring down at you with a giant smile on his face watching you as the music started to play, the flower girls went first and began scattering their rose petals along the floor.

"You can't marry him," Jin whispered trying to make sure no one could hear him, you stared up at him as he spoke to you.

"It's a little late for this conversation." You warned him and he shook his head going to explain what he meant when you watched Jungkook's eyes follow your maid of honour up the aisle and then glance back at yours. You thought it was all in your head so you pushed on and walked forward with Jin who was waiting for you to say the word and he'd get you out of there right away.

"Please be seated." Family and friends all sat down and watched as Jungkook took your hands in his in front of the vicar, you stared into his eyes smiling as he looked back at you but there was a nagging in the back of your head. Telling you to remember where he'd had his eyes less than two minutes ago, you glanced at him while the vicar was talking and his eyes were supposed to be on the book but he was making loving eyes at your maid of honour. Your eyes locked with Jin's as you realised what he'd been trying to talk to you about before you got up here,

"If anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed please speak now-"

"I do!" You stared at your maid of honour and then back to Jungkook who was smirking at her, as though they'd planned to go through with this from the moment he'd asked you to marry him.

"Jungkook! I am in love with you and I always have been." She pushed you to the side and the flowers you were holding dropped onto the floor, you couldn't find the right words to speak as she declared her love for him in front of everyone there.

"I love you too." Your heart felt like it had just been ripped from your chest and placed onto the altar for them to take it in turns stabbing it,

"Are you forgetting where you are and what you're supposed to be doing right now?!" Jin yelled turning Jungkook around to face him, all eyes were on you as you started to cry silently trying to look for a way out.

"Go wait in the car," Jin handed you his keys while he yelled at Jungkook about what an ass he was being, you wasted no time sprinting out of the church and into the parking lot to look for Jin's car. Cameras flashed trying to catch the happy couple but all they had was you crying on camera and trying to start JIn's car up, he'd find his own way out of there. You wanted to get out before the paparazzi started asking too many questions for you to answer right now.

(X)

A car followed you all the way onto the motorway as you made your way home, you could see a photographer hanging out of the side window trying to get a good picture of you. You were sure by now that everyone was going to know what happened in the church which only made you press your foot down harder on the accelerator, so hard in fact that the pedal was on the floor and you were going as fast as Jin's car could take you. You were getting ready to pull into your junction when a camera flashed at the side of you and you lost control of the wheel, you screamed in a panic letting go as it span in your hands running the car off the road and towards a wall.

Jin held the keys in his hands as he stood in front of your gravestone, he laid them down on the headstone as he started saying goodbye to you for the last time.

"What are you doing here?" He spat at Jungkook who was walking towards the headstone, he hadn't been there when you were buried because no one would allow him to especially Jin, if Jin had seen him there on that day there would have been a need for a second gravestone,

"I came to say goodbye you knew how much they meant to me-"

"No, you don't get a goodbye. You know what, you don't even deserve to come here..." His eyes travelled over to Jungkooks car, the maid of honour was waiting for him as she sat with her head in her phone talking to someone on it.

"Especially not with her," He spat at the younger member leaving him there as he walked away to his own car. Jungkook and Jin hadn't been the same since the day Jin found out he was cheating on you and if he'd just told you none of this would have happened. You'd still be there, you'd be upset of course but you would still be there.

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Shane pt. 2 - c. 17 - Daryl Dixon

Summary: Shane causes trouble but nothing that stops you from being with Daryl.

A/N: It's Norman Reedus’ bday so I had to get this posted tonight.

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The first time you told him that you liked him, Daryl’s response had been instantaneous. He knew how he felt about you but he also knew that getting into a relationship with you wouldn’t be good, for you at least. He didn’t want you to deal with the way that people would talk about you, the way he already knew they were when you were just hanging around him.

Going to your graduation party wasn’t his best idea, he knew that too. But he thought about that invite all night, the way you’d smiled at him when you got out of the truck after he drove you home, asking again if he would come to the party. He’d avoided any other invitation you had offered and yet, for some reason, he couldn’t avoid this one.

And when you kissed him, he didn’t stop you.

It was the only time in his life that Daryl could remember doing something simply because he wanted to. He liked you and when you kissed him, he let himself like you without thinking about everyone else. Which was for the worst obviously, because the second he let himself focus on only the two of you, everything went to hell.

He couldn’t stand Shane; the guy was a loser and always had been. The fact that you had wasted your time on him was unbelievable sometimes.

“Shane, just go back up...I’ll be there in a minute.” You tried once more to get Shane to leave, to halt the growing tension in its path.

“So, you’re seeing Dixon now?” Shane asked, looking passed Daryl to you.

“Not really any of your business.” You snapped.

“I already told you, whatever’s going on with you, I still care. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.” He replied and you almost laughed.

“Rich coming from you,” you muttered. “Just go back up to the house, Shane.”

“You know what,” Shane said, obviously ready to get one more thing off his chest before he left, “my family’s lived across from the Dixons for a while now. I know all about ‘em.” He said it as if it was a threat, looking over at Daryl as if it could uncover some great secret that you didn’t know about.

“Good to know.” You pulled on the sleeve of Daryl’s jacket, getting him to look at you instead of Shane, “can you just take me home, I don’t care about the stupid cake.”

“That’s fine,” Daryl nodded, “go ‘head and get in.”

Before he could move out of the way and let you get in the cab, Shane grabbed your arm, trying to pull you toward him, “hey! I’m not done talking to you!”

Just as he yanked your arm Daryl shoved him back, the motion making you lose your footing and fall on the grass, landing on your hip. You pushed yourself up in time to catch Daryl tackling Shane to the ground, knocking him into one of the lanterns.

He punched him, fist slamming into his nose and Shane practically screaming at the feeling of his nose likely breaking. He tried to push Daryl off him but it was no use, Daryl continuing to punch him as they wrestled in the dirt.

Annette had the sense to mention sending Shane down to get you and Rick, who had stopped by with Michonne to congratulate you and hopefully get a slice of cake, asked exactly where you were, knowing things weren’t good between you two. He and Michonne were heading down the path just as Daryl tackled Shane. They picked up speed, practically running as Shane got the upper hand, locking his arm around Daryl’s neck in a chokehold. You had managed to get up off the ground, kicking Shane’s back and throwing him off enough that he let go of Daryl, who rolled away from him and stood up.

Rick grabbed Shane, pushing him away from Daryl.

“Walk it off Shane!” Rick snapped. You imagined that was his stern Officer Grimes voice.

“We were just talking.”

“Like hell,” Daryl said, “touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Hey,” you grabbed his arm again, pulling away from Shane. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” you promised, trying to put your hands on his face and turn his head to look at you. Your eyes met in the dark, “It’s okay.”

“Daryl,” Michonne started to say and he nodded his head, already knowing where she was going.

“I’m leaving.” He said, pulling away from you. “I’ll see ya.” He promised.

You watched him swing the passenger door shut as he walked around the other side of the truck, climbing in and backing out the driveway. Michonne was standing with you, Rick walking Shane back up to the house and away from you, dissipating the tension of the moment and leaving you in the aftermath of it.

“Looks like you keep finding me after fights huh?” You said, looking over at Michonne, trying to make light of the situation.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em.” Michonne replied.

“To be fair, Daryl’s the only one I’m ‘picking’. Shane’s a douche, he just can’t take a hint.” You said.

“So you and Daryl are dating then?” She asked, putting her arm around you to help you walk up the path now that Rick and Shane were far enough away. “God, I can’t remember a time he’s ever dated anyone.”

“I don’t know if we’re...dating but-” you groaned, pain shooting up your leg as you miss stepped.

Michonne gripped your arm, helping you get your balance. “Are you okay?” She asked, trying to look you over. The light on the path was limited to the lanterns, not enough that Michonne could clearly see though, “let's get you up to the house.”

You walked carefully the rest of the way up to the house, ignoring some partygoers as Michonne brought you into the house, pulling a chair into the kitchen and instructing you to sit down so that she could get ice. The screen door banged open, Maggie and Beth coming inside, “I saw Michonne bring you in here, what happened?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, shifting away from both of them so that they couldn’t see the dirt on the side of your dress or the hint of a bruise forming that was visible under the hem. You knew you should’ve been focused on the throbbing pain that was running through your hip but all you were really focused on was Daryl and if Shane freaking out on the two of you would change anything that had happened moments before. If he had the chance to overthink the kiss would he regret it and go back to trying to avoid you?

“We’ll be right out,” Michonne promised, managing to kick the Greene girls out of their own kitchen, closing the screen door behind them. She was no stranger to news in King County and how fast it traveled, the last thing you or Daryl needed was anyone hearing about the fight he and Shane had gotten in. “Here’s some ice,” she offered you a bag of ice cubes wrapped in a dish cloth, pressing it against your hip as you took hold of it, “should help with the bruising. Can you tell me what happened?”

“This like an interrogation or something?” You asked, crossing your legs to relieve the pain in your hip, taking weight off it as you shifted in the chair.

“I just wanna understand what happened,” she explained, grabbing another chair and sitting down across from you.

“I was down at the barn with Daryl when Shane came down, said Annette sent him to get me for cake. I told him I’d be right up and he started saying shit to me and Daryl...he gave us trouble a little while ago,” you said.

“What happened then?”

“Nothing, I was at the gas station. We got in the truck and left.” You replied.

“You were with Daryl again?”

“Shane doesn’t like that I’m not still head over heels in love with him.” You said, “he’s got something against Daryl too, doesn’t think I should be hanging around him.”

“I’m sure a lot of people are thinking that.” Michonne admitted, knowing what people said about her friend.

“That’s cause they don’t know anything about Daryl, they just like not liking him.” You snapped, looking away.

“I’m not arguing with you.” She replied. “I been friends with Daryl for a little while now, he’s one of the best ones. Look, let me drive you home?” She offered.

“I’m staying with Tara this weekend,” you mentioned, “we drove here in my jeep, she’s got the keys.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll go find her.”

Before Michonne could get all the way out the kitchen door you called her, catching her attention. You turned in the chair, twisting to look at her, “do you think Daryl will still talk to me? I mean, he’s been saying we shouldn’t be together and now we kinda...finally got together...and Shane fucked it up.”

“I don’t think Daryl’s going anywhere.” Michonne replied. “I’ll be right back, you ice that hip.”

Despite you most likely driving Tara crazy all Saturday night into Sunday morning, she didn’t say anything negative about you and Daryl. She suggested that you talk to him, look for him at the autoshop or his house and, technically, you knew that was the best solution but you were nervous. Worried that Shane losing it on the two of you would push Daryl away from you and now that you had him, now that he wasn’t fighting it, you didn’t want your relationship with him to be over before it started.

You drug your feet over it until Sunday night when you finally drove to his house, parking on the street and walking down the short driveway to the carport. “Did I know you had a bike?” You asked, catching sight of Daryl crouched down in front of a motorcycle, or something resembling one, that was up on supports.

He turned to look at you, standing up and wiping his hands on the rag in the back pocket of his pants. “Been working on it for a couple months, had ta finish yer jeep first,” he replied, glancing passed your shoulder to the jeep sitting on the curb.

“Are you building it?” You asked, noticing the absence of tires on it.

“Yeah, trying ta get it up an’ running.” He watched you walk closer, stepping up beside him to look at the bike closer. Daryl didn’t give much thought to what he did next, he put his hand on your arm, just above your elbow, drawing your attention to him. When you turned your head he leaned in, kissing you. “Sorry,” he apologized when he pulled away, “just wanted ta do that again.”

“That’s fine with me.” You smiled, kissing him one more time. “I was worried you’d throw in the towel on me after that whole mess with Shane.” You admitted.

Daryl shrugged, walking over to the mini fridge and grabbing himself a beer, “he’s a prick, always has been. Don’t bother me. Ya alright though? Michonne said ya got hurt?”

“I bruised my hip,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “Think it was when I fell.”

“Ya alright?” He asked again, “ya want me ta look at it?”

“You want me to take my pants off...”

“Ain’t what I was saying.” Daryl was quick to explain, the red tinting his cheeks.

“I know, I just like bothering you.” You replied.

“Ya are a bother,” he said, taking a sip of his beer, “I’ll give ya that.” When he walked back over to the bike, laying his bottle on the ground near it, you dragged the chair over closer to him so you could watch, beginning to tell him about the cake that Annette had sent you home with, offering him the piece you brought with you.

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LOVE ME WHEN YOUR WRISTS ARE BOUND (18+ SMUT)

A/N: I’ve had a feral-ish predator/prey smut idea roaming around in my head for the past couple of weeks now and I finally figured out a premise for it to exist on which has lead to this sinful post.

Prompt: You’re Pro-Hero Prisma, the name speaking for itself as your quirk is being able to turn yourself and others around you invisible just by touching them. Hawks, your on again off again fling that is far too arrogant for your liking, is sent off to go to a training retreat where you’re there. An old age game of hero and villain tag goes underway...but what happens when the stakes are raised?

word count: 4,957

warnings: rough sex, feral sex, sex.

Your hands smooth back any flyaway hairs that might have come out of your slicked back ponytail. When dressed in your pro-hero costume, you try to remain as sleek as possible. It makes being able to turn yourself invisible far easier when there isn’t as much for you to focus on turning invisible. You’d been in the pro-hero game for a few years now, having your own fair share of rescues and criminal takedowns that has quickly procured you in the top ten heroes. While the listing isn’t as important to you as managing to do the job you’d dreamt of doing since you were a little girl, it is a nice ego booster to know that the public thinks so highly of you. Being able to help people, to bring peace to a troubled community, had done a lot for your confidence and journey of self-love, and you’re in a place of your life where you feel content with things in your personal life the way they are.

When the commission had told you that you would be heading to a resort with a handful of other heroes to get some training out of the way, you were stoked. It wasn’t as much of a vacation as much as it was a chance to reconnect with some pro-heroes and old friends that you didn’t get to see half as often as you would have liked given the demanding nature of your job. You’d packed your bag for the week long course and had jetted off to the foliaged location that kept the exact location of the hero training grounds a secret from any prying criminal eyes. And just as imagined, you got to see plenty of your old friends who were assigned to different distracts of work that you hadn’t since your days at UA.

And then...

“Well, well, well.” There was that infamous drawl that could send shivers down your spine when it was right at your ear. A voice that was so silken and rough around the edges at the same time just earring it sent a spark down your spine no matter how annoying the owner of it was. Son of a bitch. Or in this case, a hawk. “I see they’re just letting any old talent in the resort now.” And as arrogant as ever.

You turned around, your bag bumped against your hip. Hawks somehow managed to look as smug as he ever had, being none too subtle about the way that his body swept over your frame until he was looking you in the eyes. Damn those honey glazed eyes that had always managed to suck out the air in your lungs. But that wasn’t a temptation you were going to give into right now. The last thing Keigo Takami needed was a boost in his ego. You did the same, looking him up and down while you crossed your arms under your bust. “Look who it is, a lost chicken.” Your tone was drenched heavily in sarcasm, not one to have ever backed down from Keigo’s taunting and arrogant status. In response, Keigo stuck his tongue against the corner of his mouth, letting loose a dry chuckle. “You should go back to the city before a fox makes you lunch.”

“So hostile, kid,” Keigo murmured, coming to stand close to you. Close enough that his thigh bumped the edge of your bag and you were glad for that bit of buffer. It’d never been easy to have him close to you. “I’m just here for a little bit of fun.” His eyes dipped over you once more, the sun rising and setting in how he did. Damn him. Finally settling over your lips, Keigo smirked. “Among anything else worthwhile I might find.”

Hawks pushed past you, his shoulder brushing past you. While you’d been able to keep your cool at hearing his voice after months passing since the last time you’d seen one another, the physical contact between you stole a breath from you the moment the electricity crackled from the curve of your arm. You turned after Keigo, mouth hung open, expression narrowed at the audacity of this man.

Damn him. Damn him and everything that he was.

That interaction had been two days ago, and thankfully nothing had happened with Hawks. You were each given your own room to settle in for the next week, and you were living in the lap of luxury. Mount Lady was on the resort with you and you’d been spending most of the group training exercises with her. Strengthening your quirks, decreasing the weaknesses that came with overuse. It was similar to the ones you’d went on as a kid with UA, though this one was far more intense and there was less leniency with messing up as there was when you were still a student. But you didn’t mind. It drove you to be better, to refocus your purpose on why this was your calling. You felt good about the progress you made, the blinding spots and lights that came with overuse of your quirk fading quicker than they had in the past.

And, much to your determination not to give him the damn satisfaction, you’d only been mildly distracted by the bird man who knew how to drive you up a wall. It was hard not to watch him speeding through the air, the way he moved so graceful. Hawks had always been impressive even before he’d become a pain in the ass. His frame was lean, not exactly the type of body that you saw unless it was on a power quirk. But there was hidden strength in muscles that were hardly shown due to the jacket he wore as part of his costume. He was a show off, of course, but it was hard to ignore moving art in the sky.

Today was a different day in the training course, and as the group of pro-heroes lined up outside of a deep foliaged area, you had a twisting sensation in your stomach. This wasn’t going to just be a group training idea, there was something special about this one. And for some reason...your eyes went to Hawks. He was talking to Masaki Mizushima, otherwise known as Manual, when his eyes flickered to you. There was that dangerous curve of a closed-mouth smile that had your eyes snapping away. You chided yourself for even looking.

“Alright heroes,” your attention turned back to the instructor leading your training exercise today. “Today we’re doing capture and releases. You’ll be teamed up with a hero that has a quirk meant to makes yours difficult, and vice versa.” Your eyes widened, that sensation in your gut twisting. Son of a bitch. “This is to help adapt you to situations you’ll be in as pro-heroes where you’re not always the best suited quirk to take on your opponent’s.” The instructor’s voice faded away. This was some sort of karmic punishment for something that you’d done in a past life, you just knew it. You knew who the opposite of your quirk in that line up was, and it’d been the one person that you’d been trying to avoid all week. You listened as the instructor went down who was paired with who, and what role they’d be taking in the touch and go. You were grimacing, knowing what was coming.

“Prisma and Hawks, you’ll be teamed up. Prisma can turn herself invisible and will challenge Hawks to use his vision to the best advantage to spot her through the foliage. Hawks, you’ll be the Hero.” you gave a small groan. “Prisma, you’ll be the villain.” You turned to look at Keigo, letting out a sharp exhale through your nose to see that it was now he who was watching you, that smug expression larger than what it’d been several minutes ago. There was a waggle of his brows as he pushed his goggles over his nose and slapped his headphones on. If you were playing the role of villain through this exercise, it’d only make sense for the character if you killed him, right? Right?

You walked over towards the section of foliage you were assigned for your specific training exercise, Hawks watching you like a starved man as you swaggered over. One of his favorite parts of your body had always been your hips, curved and full, what your mother and grandmother had always stereotyped as ‘birthing hips’. He’d never been able to get enough of it, hands digging in at any given moment the two of you were together. There’d even been a point in time where he’d bit your ass because he’d been unable to help himself. Keigo Takami was a man who knew what he liked and had no problem showing it, and considering that your hero costume was as skin tight as it could possibly be due to your quirk, he was practically drooling. Frankly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had some part in this.

“Shut up.” Is all you need to say before Keigo chuckles, zipping his mouth shut with his fingers and tossing the key. You know it’s not something that’ll last for long, but it’ll give you enough time to get over the blush you feel at your cheeks and ears.

“Prisma, Hawks. The objective of this training exercise is to exploit your weakness and strengthen it. Hawks, your weakness is that you can fly high up with great speed, but rely on your feathers too much. You’ll be challenged to look with your eyes on something you can’t see. Prisma, your weakness is that the longer you stay invisible, the worse your eyesight gets until you can’t see. You’ll have to focus on using your quirk intermittently with staying out of Hawks’ line of vision from the sky. You have until nightfall to either, as the villain escape, or as the hero apprehend the villain.”

You tip two fingers against your forehead in a lazy salute, sighing as you center yourself on what you’re about to do. Like hell you want to be caught by Hawks, dedicating your focus to avoid getting caught. You want to win, you want to work on straightening the limitation you have on your ability so you can help serve better. The two of you are stood at the entrance to your training area, a thick forest with trees of varying height that are either going to work to your advantage or disadvantage depending on how Hawks uses them. Speaking of the devil...

As your instructor walks away, Keigo comes to stand behind you, leaning forward just enough that he’s not touching you, but you can hear his voice in your ear. That same sarcastic drawl, dripping in arrogance like he’s already won. “How about we raise the stakes, kid?” Your stomach drops lower to the spot between your hips, and your back goes rod straight. “How about if I catch you before you make an escape, I get to fuck you where I find you.”

Your breath caught as the shivers raced up and down your spine. The feeling of Keigo’s fingers whispering against your hips almost enough to make your knees buckle. If there wasn’t a worse person that you could have been paired up with. It had to be the on again off person that you fucked. Your eyes rolled to the sky, taking in a deep breath. “Because you know...” he continued, breath hot against your ear. “I’ve always been a fan of catching prey when they’re on the run.” Your heart is hammering in your throat and you’re sure he can hear it. It’s hard to remember what it is to breathe in that moment, and you almost lean back into his body because, after all, old habits die hard.

“Who says you’re going to catch me?” you ask, turning your head so that you can catch his eye over your shoulder. That feeling hits deep in your belly once more once you see the narrowed slit of his pupil. Usually round, you know this look on Keigo. It’s predator, it’s hunter, it’s Hawks. And you know in that moment you’re going to be fighting more than one enemy in that simulation. It wasn’t just your weakness with your quirk that you were working against. It was your weakness with Keigo Takami as well.

“Because, kid,” Keigo’s eyes drop to your mouth. “I don’t lose.”

Damn.

“Well, Hawks,” you turn to him, taking slow and measured steps back into the foliage that was going to either aid you or ruin you. You made sure to lean into your hip heavily, swaying back and forth that had Hawks’ attention almost immediately. “Catch me if you can.”

And with that, the two of you split your separate ways. Hero and villain. Hawks shot into the sky in a flurry of red wings, and you coated yourself in invisibility as you ran into the foliage, careful not to step too heavily as you darted under the trees. Looking up, it was near impossible to spot Hawks speeding through the sky, dipping down and flying up as he looked for any sight of your impressions on the ground. Your terrain was an uphill one, and soon enough your trek uphill had left you out of breath. You dipped under a tree, letting your invisibility fall as you became visible to the outside world. Except, of course, you were not foolish enough. Keigo’s words in your head were still settled deep within your belly, but you weren’t about to lose just yet. You shed your boots, setting them at the base of a tree before you took coverage in a tree that you climbed. With your eyes turned towards the sky, it’s only a matter of time before Keigo’s wings come into focus, beelining straight for the boots.

He extended a gloved hand as if to grab for the boots and snatch you out, only to stop short and skid along the ground as he realized there was nothing attached to them. “Clever, kid.” He called out, doing a quick swipe around. Luckily, you’d cloaked yourself once more before he’d spotted the tree you were in. That would have been game over, though watching the sweat that clung to his forehead...didn’t seem too bad. You pinched yourself, reminding yourself that you were a villain and it was your objective to get out. “You’re somewhere here, aren’t you?”

But that didn't mean that you couldn’t have a little fun...right? Slowly, carefully, you lowered yourself from the branches you’d been hiding away, wincing at the slight rustle of ground gave in when you hit. Hawks whipped around again, eyes wide, pupils narrowed. “Come on songbird, let me hear you sing.” That static ripped through your belly again, and you took measured steps closer to him. You bent over, cloaking a rock once more before chucking it off on the other side of you that hit a tree. Hawks spun around again, a couple of small red feathers shooting out from his wings to try and pin what he thought was you against a tree. It took everything not to laugh in that moment, looking at how focused he was.

You were doing your best to ignore the feral look in his eyes. How windswept his hair was from his flying. How you knew what Keigo was like when he wanted to win at something. And to see how determined he was when you were the prize. You squeezed your thighs together, rolling your lower lip between your teeth. “What’s the matter, Keigo?” you asked, doing your best to throw off your voice from your current location, slowly edging up the steep incline. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

Hawks shot out from where he’d been, coming for where you’d been only seconds before. You took off running up the hill, ignoring the pain searing through your thighs at just how much you underestimated the sleepiness of the climb. Still, you pushed through it, your vision starting to dizzy as you ran. How long had you and Hawks been at this? It didn’t feel incredibly long, but then again the sun was in a much different positioning than when you’d started, and the sky was starting to turn shades of purple. Almost nightfall. Had the other pro-heroes finished their courses already? Maybe it hadn’t been the wisest decision to take off your boots, either, as you came in contact with a patch of wet mud. Your footing slipped, and with it your invisibility cloaking. A gasp hit you as you saw your hand clear as day, and in that moment you knew you were down for. In a last ditch attempt to redeem yourself, you cloaked back up but the sharp yank to the right as one of Hawks’ feathers tore through your hero costume.

A yelp escaped from your throat as you found yourself pinned to a tree at the nape of the neck, leaving you dangling from the trunk of the tree. With the gig finally up, you dropped your invisibility as you folded your hands under your chest. On one hand, you were pissed you’d been unable to outlast Keigo. On the other hand...you’d been taunting him just moments ago and knew what that did to him. The sound of rustling feathers came and Hawks sauntered around the tree, looking at you with that same infuriating expression from the beginning of the exercise.

“So close too, kid. So close.” He teased, running his tongue over his canine tooth. Keigo came to rest his hips against yours, your mouth dropping open at the presence of him there. It’d been so long since it’d been like between you two, but how could you forget that? “And you would have won, too, except you just had to go on teasing me like that. You know what your teasing does to me, kid. Damn near maddening.” he pulled off his glove with his teeth, coming to grip your jaw. “So damn mad.”

Your eyes widened as he dug his hands into your chin, holding you so tight that you couldn’t look either way. Only at him. Your throat was tight as you swallowed, Keigo continuing on as he pulled your hands apart, using a spare feather to pin your wrists to the bark above you by the fabric of your costume. Keigo, despite his earlier disposition, is serious now. And you know how in trouble you are. You can see it in that narrowed slit of his eyes, the color of the sun burning there. “Can’t let that go, songbird. I’ve gotta remind you not to fuck with me.” He leaned in, the hand that wasn’t gripping your jaw in an iron lock trailing down the curve of your side, coming to thumb the space between your thighs that you’d been ignoring ever since he whispered into your ear down at the base of the mountain. “Gonna have to remind you of that,” Keigo murmured, eyes lowering as he leaned in over you. You could feel the length of him against your thigh, instinctively angling it out so you could feel him closer to your core.

“Keigo-” you gasped as he rolled his hips in against you. “Keigo what if we get caught?” Though by the feeling of his presence, you didn’t know if you’d mind that much if you got your itch scratched.

“And what about it?” he breathed. His thumb slipped over you again, causing you to shudder. “You really think I give a damn who sees me fucking you? Claiming you like the little slut for me you are?” You squirmed against the hand he kept between your thighs, letting out a harsh exhale. “Already so needy for me. I’m starting to think you lost on purpose, kid.”

You opened your eyes, glaring at him. “I lost because I slipped.”

Hawks chuckled, giving a shrug. “If that’s what you wanna say there, kid. All I know is I won...and now I’m claiming my prize.” The static runs straight from your brain to your core, and you let out a whine. Keigo hummed, reaching up behind your back and leaving you with cool air against the heat that had been growing between your thighs as he undid the back of your uniform. “What a fuckin’ prize, huh, kid? I get to ruin this body all over again.”

The feather that had been pinning your wrists together removes itself, reforming to Hawks’ wings as he yanked you around, pressing your face in against the bark. It burned, but it was the furthest thing from your mind as Hawks pushed down the skin tight fabric of your pro-hero costume, his hands finding their way under the fabric and rolling it further and further down until it was just beneath your ass.

You yelped as the sound of a smack sounded through the air, the stinging sensation hitting your backside seconds later. He’d just landed a sharp slap across your ass and you were about to make another comment when another came again, causing you to squirm. “This is what you get for teasin’ me, kid.” he said, and you were able to catch the way that Hawks was leaned back, his eyes dragging down the length of your exposed back and skin. The leather of his gloved hand struck again, causing you to whine. Keigo’s eyes flashed to look up at you, the look there positively feral. You can feel the heat starting to seep through your legs, and that has Hawks’ attention in a matter of seconds. “So filthy, aren’t you? You like it when I slap you on the ass. You want to be punished for being such a filthy little slut,” the slap came again and your groaning, attempting to push your backside in against his hips. “So fuckin’ eager, kid.”

Keigo places his hands on your hips, pulling you back against his hips so you can feel how hard he’s gotten in the time he’s caught you. This is the whole thing. The chase is what excites him and the most and what better example of his highest fantasy is there then getting to chase you through foliage like the bird of prey that he is? And true to his word, he’s going to fuck you as his victory claim. You grind your backside his, angling yourself so that you can feel the full length of him slipping between you. You groan, your head falling back against your shoulders as Keigo realizes this, pushing up into you.

“I wanna hear you beg, kid. Swallow that fuckin’” a sharp slap comes across your behind again. “Cocky attitude you had earlier.” He slaps your backside again, and you can’t fight the moan that escapes you. “Your mind kid, I’m always gonna fuckin’” another slap. “Win.”

At this point you can feel the wetness between your thighs, and your squirming as he rocks his hips back and forth as if he’s already fucking you. “Keigo-” you whine pushing your hands against the tree so you can be flush with his hips. “Please.”

“Please, what?” You hear the sound of his belt coming undone, the buckle slumping.

“Keigo,” you breathe, only to feel that sharp leather across your backside that causes you to cry out.

“Please, what?” he repeats. His voice is hardened as the cock between his legs. The zipper of his pants sounds, and you can feel the rawness of him against your lips. He’s teasing you. He wants you to beg. To ask nicely. “Beg for it, songbird.”

“Please fuck me,” you gasp just as he pushes himself up and down the length of your lips again.

Keigo’s hands find their way to your hips again, fingertips digging in as he lines himself up. “Since you asked so fuckin’ nicely...”

You hold your breath in anticipation. Keigo’s wings puff out on either side of you, providing little coverage for what he’s about to do to you. You catch yourself admiring the beautiful red color of them before he’s slamming his hips in against yours, throwing you forward at the shock and power behind it. The sound of Keigo’s groan behind you turns your knees to putty, almost enough to cause your legs to give out from underneath you. “Ahh, fuck, there it is.” he groans, slowly pulling himself to the edge of his length before slamming back into you with the same intensity. You lurch forward again, hands pressing into the tree in front of you to keep from ramming in against it. “Feel so fuckin’ good, kid.” He fucks into you again, your head dropping to your shoulders once more. Eyes shut, you don’t see Keigo reach out with that gloved hand, and hook two fingers against the side of your mouth.

The sound of skin slapping against skin starts to fill the area between you along with the sounds of Keigo’s breathlessness and the small whines falling from your mouth. Despite his erratic breathing, he’s kept a good pace, your inner thighs positively soaked from what he’s done to you. He’s entranced by the way your skin bounces and moves each time he comes slamming back into you, filling you up with every ounce of his cock. “You like that, songbird, you like how fuckin’” slap “Good I feel inside of you?”

You struggle to answer him, your head wrenched back at an angle with Keigo’s leather wrapped fingers pulling out your cheek. Your legs are shaking, and it’s everything you can do to keep your muscles from collapsing underneath you as he fucks into you, creating a mess of your insides. Finally, you moan as a response, reaching an arm back just to be able to touch him in some respect. Keigo, not the complete asshole, leans forward so that you can grab onto the front of his jacket. The hand he’d been using to steady himself against your hips slips down to your front, massaging at your clit. This sends you into a spasm, wrestling against the overstimulation that your body was currently being sent through, desperately whining as he continues to tap, circle, and stimulate your clit meanwhile continuing the fluid motion of fucking in and out of you.

Keigo’s got the advantage here too, and seeing you struggle against getting him to lay off before you come, only sends him into more of a fury. His thrusts become faster, more erratic. They starting hurting as they hit into you, causing you to moan in pain and pleasure each time. You’re squeezing your legs together, clenching down around him as he fucks in and out of you. Your high is close, and your knees start to falter under you as it does. “K-Kei-” you’re unable to get his name out as another wave of pleasure rolls through you, threatening to push you over the bridge right there as Keigo starts to fuck you even faster, the wetness on your thighs crawling down further.

“You gonna cum, songbird? You gonna cum around this fuckin’ cock just like you always do?” The whine pushes through you as he yanks on your cheek. “Go on then, sing for me, you’re my fuckin’ songbird.”

And with the permission granted, you unravel around his finger and his cock, your legs spasming as you cry out, your inner thighs becoming even wetter than before. Your moan is none too quiet as it rips through you, your back arching as the shivers run up and down your spine once more as you ride out your orgasm. You’re panting, breathless, dripped in sweat, but Keigo isn’t done. “What a good fuckin’ slut, (Y/N).”

You moan as he returns both ands to your hips, spreading you further as he quickens his pace once more. “Gonna fill you up so good, so fuckin’ much.” You whimper as he buries himself in you, his thrusts sloppy and hurried now. He’s close now, and in order to help him reach his own orgasm, you lean back, body flush against his. “Fuck yeah, ah, fuck yeah.” he’s panting in your ear now, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Once you reach back and feel the space under his jacket and shirt where feather meets wing, it’s game over.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum,” his voice is gravely, pained as he loses the last of his momentum. The sound of your moans mingle together as he does just that, spilling himself inside of you. His drip joins the slow race down your thighs, and with one final thrust, empties the rest of himself in the folds of your heaven.

The two of you remain there in silence for a period of time before he pulls out of you, leaving a mess between your lips. You’re immediately on your knees, unable to support yourself anymore from what he’d just done to your insides. Your breathing is still labored, as if you’d just run up and down the mountain without break. Your legs are spent, still riding out the tidal wave that was your orgasm. Behind you, you hear Keigo zipping up his pants, adjusting the buckle.

He looks as spent as you feel, and he pulls his glove on with his teeth as you lock eyes. That feral look is still there, and you doubt you’re done with one another for the night. You sure as hell don’t think you are. “What’s wrong, kid?” Keigo leans over, landing a gloved slap to your ass. “Get up, gotta go tell the instructor what a good hero I was in apprehending such a bad, bad villain.”

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