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erinthelemon · 7 months ago

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The Nightmare

summary: bucky has a nightmare and you comfort him.

warnings: swearing, talks of nightmares, Bucky.

word count: 2053

The night was windy and dark, and presented some sort of shield around the lightness on the earth. The wind shuddered the strong windows, that claimed to be shatter-proof though on a night like this it seemed questionable, I looked out onto the city, filled with quiet streets; nobody to be seen. Our cities once bustling and frustratingly loud voices had stood to a silence as night introduced itself, the moon glistened and held power over the city never once there before, calling all its inhabitants back to their houses and settling in for the night. From my view, high up in the tower, slight shines of humanity glared into me from kitchens of someone’s midnight feast and someone who’d had a bad sleep. That’s the reason i was awake, not for fear of my own dreams, but disturbance of someone else’s.

I lived in my workspace, like it never stopped, sandwiched between people who had reason to care for me and make me feel loved in a way the rest of my life had never shown me. The luck i felt for being in this type of environment, made me feel worthy of anything i get. The sound of uneasy breaths, and stumbling escapes from the room next to me: Bucky. He often found himself in this situation, and either me or Steve would help him through the toughness of this time. I moved from the window of life, and dreaded to look at his body that screamed in agony of what’s haunted him in his sleep. I run to my door, grasping the handle and throwing it open, to get to him as fast as i possibly could.

He shuddered and jerked as though a puppet, with strings still controlled by HYDRA and haunting him at every living moment. His life served up on a plate for them to continuously tourment and play around with. Although he has been safe from their grasp for a few years now, he mentally and emotionally suffered whether he’d admit it to us or not, deep down he was a man with much trauma, biased he was fine, when deep inside most knew he was not. With time, I had been able to become one of his closest friend, following Steve of course, their friendship would never falter. And duties of a close friend, meant I am to care for him in his sensitive state.

He was not yet awake from his nightmare, I tiptoed towards his bed so as not to make any loud noises, caring for the creaky floorboards id managed to map out having been in here one too many times, safely reaching his bed. I knew i had to take this one step at a time, experienced in how to make him calm. Though he was still thrashing around, i climbed onto the bed sitting on the edge, and gently moved my hand towards his head, to see if he’d recognise the touch, at an instant he stopped his rash movements, though still asleep; realising the soft touch that so desperately aimed to calm him. Yet he didn’t wake up, the hand i’d placed on his head now aimed to stoke his brunette hair, which was tucked neatly into a bun towards the back of his head, however it was now messy and much of the strands were hanging out the bun.

Without him moving around, I couldn’t help but examine the stillness of his nature, his face still tense but sweet looking, his forehead sweaty and scattered with hairs escaped during the daunting night, and his once rough breathing soothed to a calmness. Before I could take in the features of his face more closely, he stirred and i moved as to not get in his space (anymore than i had). His figure flung up to be sat upright, the nightmare had continued into his still sleeping frame, and beads of sweat trickled down his smooth skin. He sat up with his breathing still shaky, as he took in air, not yet noticing me. I admired him.

It took him several moments to realise i was there, silently i sat back onto the edge of the bed. Allowing him to go at his own pace as to not force contact he did not want. A comfortable silence was placed in the dark, now peaceful room. I waited for him to speak first, giving the freedom he had not had for the time he’d had in his haunting thoughts. As he watched his hands in front of him, I sat viewing him, taking in his beautiful features, questioning how someone could go through such a dream and end up, although disheveled, still pretty at ever inch of him. However rather than speaking he just turned to me and tugged at my arm, leading me to move closer to his frame. The quietness in his actions sparked in me there was to be no speaking until i left him. Once i’d moved closer he tapped on the bed, urging me to sit down next to him. A silent thought that revoked me to wish his grant for peace, after the hell he’d just been in.

I slid my slippers off, and shuffled onto the bed as to not make so much noise, due to his fragile state. After sitting in silence for several minutes, Bucky puts are arm around my shoulder and pulls me into a bone crushing hug, almost as if, if he didn’t grip onto me as hard as he was I’d disappear. I slowly hugged back and used my hands to rub his back, soothing him to relax and potentially go back to sleep. The hug felt like it went on for a lifetime, not that i could complain; I never let go until i felt him pulling away. The room felt cold no longer in his touch, and i felt i needed to enter the hug again, however refrained due to not wanting to outstay my welcome.

I began to move to the edge of the bed once again, moving the hair off of his forehead and giving him a light kiss on his forehead. A silent way of saying goodnight to him, and I got up to leave his room, allowing his space to sleep. However when i reached the wooden door and went to push down the metal door handle, he coughed, in which i turned around.

“Y/n, stay. Please.” he whispered, his voice croaky from sleep, perhaps still strained from the screams, but seems pleading.

With this request, I nodded. Although this has never been done before, i just wanted him to sleep well and whatever would help him do that. Though my heart skipped a beat when he asked me to, knowing nothing would happen, but the thought of him wanting me to stay the night with him, made me adore him more. Making me think he feels safe with me. I walked my way back towards his bed, grabbing the blanket off his chair by the window and stealing a cushion off his bed, placing them on the floor next to his bed. In the faint light, due to the light under the door from the kitchen I could see his eyebrow furrow.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he asked voice above a whisper.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.” I whispered back, not wanting to intrude on his space.

To this he just patted the bed, and nodded his head to the spot next to him. I picked up the pillow and put it back onto his bed, and the fluffy blanket back onto his chair. Then to him, I lifted the covers and climbed in, to the warm, comforting bed. Then he moved over, and i turned around so I could give him space, his breathing was quiet and steady which lulled me into a peaceful sleep.

As morning approached, the birds chirped and flew into the distance. The light flooded into the room through gaps in the blinds. Admittedly I’d never seen Bucky’s room in the light, only entering when he had a nightmare, as he didn’t often want to go in his room reminding him of the nights he spent there. As my eyes opened slowly to adjust the light, I felt a heaviness on my body. I looked down to my waist and his hand was neatly wrapped around it. A smile settled on my face, i turned over slowly as to not wake him up. His face peaceful, something I’d never seen before fully. Especially when he’s bathed in the morning light. His mouth slightly opened and his soft breathing graced my ears. I sat gazing at him, until he eventually spoke.

“Quit looking at me, I’m quite awake.” He muttered with a chuckle following. A noise so adorable I could almost melt, I’d never had this intimacy with him, and yet it felt so right. Almost making me want to kiss him, however this thought made me panic and so I went to move out of the bed. Although his hand felt this movement and pulled me closer.

“Bucky, please I have a gym session with Nat at 7.” I didn’t, I just couldn’t bear the intimate moment that struck up thoughts I’d never thought, which could lead to an end in our friendship if he didn’t feel the same.

“No you don’t, because I have a session with her sparring.” Shit, I thought. How do i get out of this now.

“Oh, maybe i got mixed up, Wanda. That’s who it is, I’ve got to go. Sorry!” I panicked, words getting mixed up. Trying to get up again, but being held down by his hand.

“Doll, what’s going on? Am i making you nervous?” he said with a smirk gracing his plump lips, which made my heart sore to my stomach.

“No!” I spluttered, making a fool of myself.

“What’s making you so nervous, doll?” he muttered in my ear, my heart now in my feet it seemed. The nickname and the smirk combined made me weak.

“Nothing.” i lied, trying to get my nerves back, worried he’d see through my lies.

“Are you sure it’s not how close we are? I’ve wanted to ask you to stay for a long time now, I guess i just was too out of it to care. Looks like i made the right decision.” He murmured still close to my ear, the secret now out in the open, crazed my mind. Without thinking, i couldn’t control what happened next.

I pushed myself forward, looking into his blue eyes for a split second, trying not to get lost in them, then aiming straight for his lips. They were like a soft cushion, they were plump and our lips slotted perfectly together. At first he didn’t kiss back, to which my heart sank believing id made the wrong decision, but as soon as his lips started to move against mine any misjudgment left my mind, the kiss was slow and steady to begin with. With the first taste of him, the hunger increased in me, it became more intense and his tongue began to explore my mouth. Our tongues danced in unison as if made for each other, exploring everywhere they could. At this point i was leaned against his chest, feeling the pace of his heart, it beat rapidly allowing the confidence that the kiss was the right idea. When we pulled away, i slowly blinked and stared into his eyes, where he leaned forwards and pecked my lips.

“So tell me how great at kissing i am?” he said with a cocky smirk, to which i slapped his arm lightly. Sending him a judgemental stare, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“You’ll do.” i teased, and then got out of his grasp, and he sent me a confused look, which nearly made me melt once again. “We should do this again sometime.” i winked towards him and then exited the room.

I contained myself before i got back into my room, and did an excited dance and then got ready for what awaits. All i wanted and more was Bucky Barnes, and now i’m only a few steps away from getting him forever.

a.n. so this is my first post so i hope it’s okay 😭

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greatsharklamia · 3 months ago

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Rafe x Y/N imagine

Featuring: Uni AU, Fratbro Rafe, Social Media Au

Blurb: After turning down Rafe Cameron you’ve caught his interest.

Could Rafe have been nicer? Yes. But why would he do that when it was so much more fun to be an asshole.

Or, at least that was how he felt until you turned away and crossed your arms.

He sighed, he couldn’t be mean to you. You’d shared classes together for over a year, and you’d always been sweet to everyone.

“Look, you’re cute. But I’m not a one girl kind of guy,” he comforted, his voice soft.

“Rafe,” you said, keeping your voice equally soft. “I’m not asking you out. I’m asking you for Kelces number for my friend. She likes him, but she’s shy.”

Running a hand over his buzz cut Rafe appraised you, and to his delight you meet his eyes straight on.

“What's your friends name?”

“Lucy.” You point over your shoulder to the pretty dark haired girl watching from under her eyelashes.

“Well she is his type.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled to Kayces number. Without pause he rattled it off, and watched as you wrote it down on your arm with a pink ballpoint pen.

“Cute,” he teased after she had repeated the number back to confirm. “I know,” you quipped backing away with a wave. You’d completed your task and now you had a text to help write.

But Rafe wasn’t done with the conversation, reaching out to grab you by the wrist. It wasn’t rough, but it did raise goosebumps due to the warmth of his hand on your winter cooled skin.

“Want to grab a drink with me,” the sentence sounded like it should have been a question, but it wasn’t. He was hot, you’d give him that, but you wanted romance and something that might turn into a relationship, not another hook up.

And so you told him that, “No thanks, I’m more of a one guy kinda girl, and I don’t share.” You gently pulled yourself from his grasp. “Catcha around.”

You didn’t turn around, instead proudly sauntering back to Lucy, victoriously raising your arm high enough that she could see the numbers written on your arm. Her smile was bright and you couldn't help but match it as she dove at you with a tight hug.

“Lets get out of the cold and come up with a text to him,” you said. As Lucy linked arms with you and started towing you toward the cafe ahead, you couldnt help but look over your shoulder to find Rafe leaned up against the building where you left him. His attention was on you with a curiosity you weren't sure of.

Though it didn’t seem like it, winter was your favourite season. Oh you’d complain and the cold made you cranky sometimes, but there was something so magical about this time of year.

It could have been Christmas. Or it could have been the snow and winter themed drinks that landed in cafes. Mostly the latter you admited to yourself as you sipped the last of your mint coffee, savouring it.

Drinking a full coffee before entering the cinema probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but it had certainly made the walk over more enjoyable.

Your friend group had decided an hour ago to see Gladiator II, and you couldn’t wait to turn your brain off for a couple of hours.

Once the tickets were paid for you all scattered, some to the bathroom, others to the concession stand. Instead you and Lucy skipped both and entered the correct cinema, choosing your seats.

It was like goldilocks and the three bears. You couldn’t be too close, or too far away. Nor could you be too far one way or too far the other way. And first comes, first served.

You both sat, pretty much right in the middle, and had the whole large room for yourself for a number of minutes until, to your surprise Rafe Cameron and some of his frat brothers walked through the door.

The second he caught sight of you it was decided. He was sitting beside you. He didn’t care where the others sat, though he had a sneaky suspicion that Kelce would be sitting beside your roommate.

“Y/N, what a shock to run into you so soon,” Rafe said with a charming smile as he walked toward you down the isle.

By the time you had realized what was happening, he’d sat down in the empty chair to your right, and was reaching into your contraband bag of lollies. You let him. As long as he didn’t eat all of your favourites then he could share your snack. And then he dropped a couple pieces of popcorn into your hand in payment. He could eat as many of your favourites as he wanted. Movie theatre popcorn was good shit.

Munching on your popcorn, you spared a thought for your friends and where they would sit, but then pushed it from your mind, they would be thrilled to sit near the frat guys.

And you were proved to be correct, when your friends entered and you saw them clock the situation. Instead of joining you, they sat a row ahead and found themselves flocked by frat boys immediately.

Free to turn your attention to the man beside you, you noticed that he was watching your shared friends as well.

“You struck me more as a Wicked person,” you teased. To your delight he laughed, but was quick to refute it. “No, at least not without my sister.”

“Cute.” You hadn’t meant to say it. It had slipped out. But the light blush that rose to his ears made you pleased you had. It was clear he didn’t know what to say, instead bringing his drink up to your face and smoothly pushing the straw into your mouth. Cola. Not your favourite, but not your least favourite either. You took another long sip, keeping eye contact with him as you debated draining the whole cup out of spite.

But then you’d have to go to the bathroom.

You let go of the straw and couldn’t help but roll your eyes when he immediately brought it up to his mouth.

The audacity of this man to be flirting with you now, after how your last interaction had ended.

Two could play at that game. You pulled your phone out and snapped a sneaky pic, posting it on insta. You didn’t have to tag him, you knew he’d see it.

Even unaware of your play, Rafe couldn’t let you have the last word. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his hand coming to rest on your opposite shoulder and burying into your hair immediately.

You’d let him win this one. You’d won the last one after all.

Sighing quietly to yourself, you lay your head on the desk in front of you and settle in to wait for the professor to turn up.

Class was filling up slowly, and the easy chatter was threatening to lull you to sleep. It had snowed heavily the night prior, and you were sure it would mean that the class would be a little empty. Even living on campus you’d been tempted to stay in bed for the day and binge netflix with your roommate, but the milk had run out in the mini fridge and coffee was calling your name.

A warm hand came to rest on the back of your neck. You jolted in surprise. Rafe.

“Hi Rafe,” You said leaning up from the desk and noticing that the class was over half fulled but no Professor had appeared.

“Y/N, now how did I not know you were in this class?” he asked. His hand didn't move from the back of your neck, he’d even gone so far as to lean back in the seat next to you and rest his arm on the back of your chair.

A yawn broke free of you, which you quickly tried to smother. “Ditto.” His expression was a cross between surprise and amusement.

You could see why. Even at a uni as big as yours he still had notoriety. It came from being a rich, hot, fuckboy. Every big party on campus had Rafe in attendance, if not just because his frat were the ones throwing the party.

Today he looked less like a frat boy, and more like a stuffed sausage. So you told him as such and had the pleasure of watching him throw his head back in laughter. To your surprise the laughter was genuine, and he looked pleased when he looked back at you.

“Well I think you look adorable,” he said. Behind him Ruthie and Topper were making a scene calling for him to come join them at the back of the room, but Rafe didn’t even turn as he waved a hand at them as if to shoo them away.

“Not sitting with your fanclub?”

From the corner of your eye you saw him smile, “Not today,” he said, and then corrected himself. “Well, I thought I’d keep it lowkey and gift one of my fan club with my presence.”

You made a show of looking around confused, but couldn't retort because the door thudded open and your professor came striding down the stairs.

And for the rest of the class Rafe sat beside you playing with the end of your ponytail which had escaped from underneath your scarf.

That afternoon when you were curled up in bed with a triple shot dirty chai, your phone dinged with a notification. And to your great horror the sight of Rafes insta story made you snort out a mouthful of coffee in laughter.

“Y/N,” the shout echoed around the courtyard and hushed the students in the general vicinity. With all eyes on him, Rafe was smug and confident as he he cut the distance between you both.

“Rafe, was there something you wanted?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Behind you your friends laughed, well aware that Rafe had taken to popping up around you. When you’d told them about your first proper interaction with him, the one that had gotten Lucy her boyfriend, they were adamant that your rebuttal of him had peaked his interest.

So far it hadn’t amounted to anything, but that remained to be seen. You were in no rush to see what would come of a flirtation with Rafe Cameron.

In the meantime however, you were having fun.

“Coming to the party tonight?” He asked.

You weren’t sure yet, and when you told him as such, he frowned, looking serious for the first time.

“What if i promise to walk you home when you’re ready to go home?”

Now this was a shock. But did help with your decision. You nodded. “If you pinky promise to walk me home tonight, then yes I’ll come. My roomates staying with Kelce, so I would have had to get home by myself.”

“Well we can’t have that can we,” he said and extended his pinky to you.

You looked at him for a beat and then gleefully extended your pinky to wrap it around his, before moving your thumb up to lock it in.

“Good. I’m late to class but I’ll see you at the party, and if you’re having trouble finding me,” he pulled a pen out of huis back pocket and wrote, in lopping, messy writing, his number. “Text me.”

And with a wink he was disappearing into the busy courtyard. With him gone you felt a little nervous about turning to face your nosy friends. They were already giggling behind you. But you had to bite the bullet, and met their amused faces as they started peppering you with questions. Anyone would think they hadn’t been there to watch the whole exchange. It was a good thing you had some time to kill before your next class.

The music was pounding, and while it was a song you normally liked, right now it was just irritating you. Four drinks in, two and a half hours later, and you were ready to go home now. It was nearing midnight, and the mass of frat boys wasn’t helping you find Rafe. How could they all look the same? Was it a prerequisite of being a frat boy? Wear a douchy cap and a white longsleeve shirt.

Two texts to him over ten minutes with no response, and a sea of tall drunk guys was all you needed to know. Finding him here would be impossible.

So, waving goodbye to your friends still on the dance floor, you stopped by the bedroom dedicated to the coat room, and picked through the chaotic mess until you had found your coat and scarf. Your phone remained silent while you pulled on your coat and let yourself out the front door into the brisk winter air.

Some brave souls were scattered around the yard, smoking or drinking or making out, but the path was clear and you were out the gate and striding down the side walk toward your dorm before Rafe realised that you were gone.

A groan left him as he passed the end of his smoke to Barry. Hands now free he pulled his phone from deep in his coat pocket and jolted to his feet.

“See ya later man,” he told Barry, who only flicked a lazy hand at him.

The two texts from you lit up the screen when he held it up to his face, and as he was reading your last text another came in.

‘Walking home now. Have a good night.’

He couldn’t tell if you were being sweet, or telling him to go fuck himself, but it didn’t matter. You were only a few metres ahead of him now.

“Y/N,” Rafe called jogging the last little while to catch up with you.

Your eyes met his for a moment, and you were sure that he could see the annoyance in your face.

“You didn’t have to walk me back home you know. A couple of the girls on my floor left an hour ago, but I stayed cause you were,” he cut you off with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry, my phone was in my coat pocket and I couldn't hear it. Before i went outside for a smoke I saw you were still having fun with your friends so I thought it would be safe.”

You wouldn’t admit it but that was sort of sweet.

“Okay,” is all you said, and the both of you fell into an easy and comfortable silence.

You hadn’t seen Rafe in a couple of days, not since he had walked you home. And what alarmed you was that you were keeping count.

Pushing any thoughts of the frat boy from your mind, you focused again on the laptop in front of you. The english assignment had been kicking your arse, mainly because you hated Shakespear. But you weren’t sure that your opinions on ‘how his time appropriate sexism weakened his works’, was going to go down with your Proffesor. You could almost picture him now; big heart eyes as he spoke about the bard.

Holding back a huff, you clicked out of the document and pulled up a different class’ assignment. Thankfully with exams rapidly approaching these were your last two assignments. You just needed to smash through them before Thursday evening. It was currently Tuesday. The coffee cup beside you was nearing empty, and the cafe was fairly quiet, a product of the early hour.

Falling into your paper on the Romans, you missed the door at the other end of the cafe open. But you became aware as a body jolted down into the seat across from you. Ripping your headphones out quickly in your fright you met Rafes eyes.

“Hi Y/N,” he seemed quieter, and sort of sad. “Do you mind if I join you?” he gestured to his bag which sat in the empty seat beside him.

“Of course.” Normally he would have just welcomed himself and set up shop wiuthout consulting you. But upon closer inspection he looked tired, and his normally clean shaven face was being taken over by stubble.

As he set up his laptop and his text book, you drunk the last of your coffee and popped to your feet. “What are you drinking?” you asked.

“I can go and get our drinks,” he said. But you shook your head. “Nope, my shout.”

For a moment it looked like he was going to argue, but instead he just asked for a mocha, and when further prompted, a blueberry muffin.

With a smile you patted him on the shoulder on your way past, and missed the small smile that grew on his face at the action. Taking the opportunity to swing by the bathroom now that your laptop had its very own protector, Rafe was settled in and typing by the time you were back.

“Want to share my headphone?” You held out the left airpod, and to no surprise he took it easily. Your study playlist consisted of artists like Lana Del Rey, and Noah Kahn, so you motioned for his phone which he handed to you without unlocking.

“Password,” you said and instead of taking it back, he rattled off the four number code. Your surprise must have been obvious because his checks pinked. “Did you know,” you started, scrolling through his phone to spotify, “we have the same password.”

You weren’t kidding either. It was an easy password, but you hadn’t yet meet someone with the same password.

By this time you’d found what you were looking for, and in a matter of moments had set up shared jams. Sliding the phone back it only took a couple of songs for the first of Rafes song to pop up. He’d surprisingly kept the calm vibes of your playlist, and only smiled slightly when you gave him a thumbs up of approval.

Once again a picture popped up on instagram that night. Posted by Rafe, it was from the cafe.

You thought about it for a moment and posted your own picture on instagram.

Rafe was quick to comment a heart in response.

It was only the next day that you saw Rafe walking alone across the campus. The sadness was back on his face, which you’d tried so hard yesterday to dispel. Without a thought you caught up to Rafe, slipping an arm through his as you slipped slightly on the frozen ground.

“Morning,” you said brightly.

He looked up from the ground, took in your smile and the arm linked with his, and something lightened in his face.

“Hi, Y/N,” His voice was still quiet, but he spared a smile.

“Where are we off to?” you asked. It might have backfired, but something told you that Rafe just needed someone in his corner at the moment.

You weren’t aware of it, but what was once a small crush he harboured for you was turning into full blown infatuation. Now he just needed to make sure he could seal the deal.

“The library, I have to drop off some books,” Rafe finally responded.

“Oh awesome, I need to get stuff for one of my exams,” you said.

Once again it struck you that it was easy with Rafe. He could be a dick, your first proper meeting could prove that, but other than that first day, he’d never been anything but nice to you. And it was starting to make you like him. More than you should have.

You knew it wouldn't go anywhere, he’d told you himself that he didn't do just one girl, but that was fine. Crushes came and went, but what you had with Rafe was shaping up to be a really good friendship.

He proved that true when you reached the library and he held the door open for you, and after dropping off his own books, followed you around holding your books. While at first you had said no, he’d taken to reaching over your shoulder and grabbing them straight out of your hands.

Again, after a while he perked up, and became more of the man you knew him to be. Even teasing you when you tripped over the edge of one of the many ancient rugs near the check out desk.

The book made a loud thump as you closed it, done with studying for exams for the day. It had been a long day, a long week really. But with one exam done, and four more to go in the coming weeks, you were trying hard not to lose steam already. Thankfully classes had finished, and already the campus was emptying with people going home for break.

Most of your friends were still here but you already knew that you would be the last man standing on campus. Not that it worried you. You weren’t going to be far behind them. And then it was only a short walk to the train station, and you’d be on a three hour long trip home. You couldn’t wait.

Close with your parents, and no siblings, your trips home were always relaxed and fun filled. Your dreams of home cooked food, and sleeping in your own bed were pushed away at the loud knock on your door.

You rose from your desk and quickly unlatched the lock, pulling the door open. It was Rafe, standing there with two coffees.

“This is for you,” he said, holding one out.

You were quick to take it, sipping the warm coffee with a humm. Having paid the tax, you stepped back and waved Rafe in. You didn’t need to wave him to your bed, it was clear which one was yours, as Lucys had photos of her and Kelce stuck to the wall at the head of the bed.

“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but is everything okay?” You couldn't help but ask. Giving him a moment you closed the window and blew out the small candle sat in front of it.

When you turned to him he was watching you. It wasn’t hard to see he was still feeling a little off.

“I’m not going home for break,” he said once you’d joined him on the bed, your back against the wall.

“How do you feel about that,” you asked, sounding like a therapist.

Rafe huffed and pulled his beanie off his head roughly, tossing it on the floor near the door. “I’m mad.” And it was like the flood gates had opened. “Dad told me not to come home this break. He and his wife are heading to the Bahamas for the break. I don’t know why they couldn’t go when we’re not on school break.” You didn’t need to wonder who ‘we’ was for long. “My sister Sarah spends hardley any time at home, always with her boyfriend. We’re not super close anyway. And Wheezie, who I am close with, is going away with a friend.”

He sighed and raked a hand down his face. “It's fine, it's not like its a long break, and I’ll get the frat house to myself.”

But it sounded more like he was talking himself into being okay.

“Why can’t you go home anyway?” You asked, trying to be gentle.

“Cause Dad said not to. That means that he doesn’t want me in the house while he's not there. Probably because he doesn’t want to pay the staff for two weeks.”

That explained why he’d been so sad for the last couple of days. It didn’t matter that he was in his 20s now, his Dad still had a responsibility to not be a shit parent.

“Are you sad because you aren’t seeing your family, or because you’ll be stuck here alone?” It was a rude question. You knew it, he knew it, but it needed asking.

He moved, turning to sit criss cross on the bed facing you, so you did the same leaving only a small gap between you both. A deep sigh left him. “Mostly the second. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to relax being stuck here. I was also looking forward to visiting the beach. I wasn’t going to swim, just listen to the waves,” Quietly and a beat later, “I miss Wheezie too.”

Without hesitation you lay a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. “What do you think about going home with a friend?”

“Nah, I don’t want to be a burden.” The you of a month ago would have been so surprised to see this side of the privileged man in front of you. The you of now was touched he trusted you enough.

It was all you needed. You didn’t live super close to the beach, but close enough that the trip could be done in forty minutes. And you knew that your parents would love to have Rafe.

Without delay you leaned over to the dresser and grabbed your phone. Rafe watched, confused but quiet. Finding your moms number, you called it and put it on speaker phone.

It was a whirlwind after that. Your mom was thrilled you were bringing a friend home, and had asked Rafe a slew of questions, from what his favourite movie was, to what he liked to eat. At the end of the call she had added, “I can’t wait to see you both in a couple of weeks.”

Rafe was stunned. That wasn’t what he had expected to happen when he stood in line at the cafe earlier. Instead he had thought that you would talk him into having a fun time at the frat house by himself. Maybe he would then finally ask you out.

Instead you had absolutely wowed him. And he could see you were starting to look nervous.

“Thank you,” he said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. He hoped that this wouldn’t ruin your friendship, or your holiday plans. But over your interactions his feelings had only grown.

But you clearly didn’t dislike it, pulling back to smile brightly at him before leaning back in to nip at his bottom lip. With a groan he pulled you in and onto his lap.

Lucy had decided to come back to your shared dorm for the night, instead of staying with Kelce. Being loved up was so exciting, but she was missing spending time with just you.

But when she opened the door she was quick to change her mind. Flicking a text to Kelce, and then one to you she turned on her heal and tried to hold her giggles in until she was further down the hall.

From the looks of it, you and Rafe were definitely together now. Lucy thought for a moment, and then created a group chat, named it ‘Double Date’ and sent the photo she had just taken of you both.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #social media au #obx #rafe x reader #rafe imagine

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METANOIA

ID!Professor!Leon Kennedy x Student!F!Reader

euphoria masterlist

summary: your relationship with your professor remains a secret for everyone. despite the fact that you both know this is wrong, you both can't stay away from each other, making this way too difficult than it should be. things don't end too well when an unexpected person from his past appears suddenly at the same time your ex decides to win you back, jeopardizing your secret.

warnings: age gap, reader is in college and in mid 20s while Leon is in his 30s. NSFW content, delicate to rough sex, p in v, oral receiving (both), praise kink, degradation kink (eventually), use of pet names (bunny), vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, dom!leon and sub!reader. leon is insecure af. oc named chloe as the reader's best friend.

word count: 7271k

a/n: part two of the euphoria series. this part is much longer than the first one bc let's be honest, we need some drama to balance things.

tags: @worriedweirdo

METANOIA (psychology) is the process of experiencing a psychotic "breakdown" and subsequent, positive psychological re-building or "healing"

The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the sparsely decorated room despite the noise caused by the rain. Leon sat at his desk, gazing out at the campus that spread before him like a promise of new beginnings. He took a deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs, as if to cleanse the lingering doubts that clung to him.

The recent break-up had been a harsh jolt, a sudden rending of a once inseparable bond. The wounds were still fresh, and Leon sought solace in the unfamiliar halls of Woodsboro University. It was a chance for reinvention, a slate wiped clean.

As he leafed through the pages of his notebook, his pen poised in mid-air, Leon couldn't help but revisit the night that had left him wrestling with his own morality. A chance encounter with you, a whirlwind of emotions, and a single night that blurred lines he had once thought clear.

He had always prided himself on his sense of right and wrong, on being a man of integrity. But now, as he sat in the quiet of his new office inside his new apartment, those lines seemed to blur, to twist and contort into something unfamiliar. He wondered if this was a sign of weakness, a fracture in the armor he had worn for so long.

With a heavy sigh, Leon closed the notebook, setting aside his doubts for the moment. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he could shape the future. He would navigate this new chapter with care, mindful of the choices he made, and the impact they would have.

As the clock ticked on, Leon's resolve strengthened. He had to remind himself to find his way in this new environment, redefining not only his academic pursuits but also the man he aspired to be. The weight of his decisions, both recent and past, served as a reminder that growth often came from moments of discomfort.

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself it was wrong and his morals were in conflict, the more he wanted to replay that night. Leon thought he could never feel that way again, he even believed he was destined to be alone, but when he saw you dancing in that crowded room, looking so beautiful and desirable, he felt something new floating inside his stomach.

It was pure physical attraction, but lord have mercy, his body reminded him everyday about this carnal pleasure, which he only felt with you and despite the fact he wanted you desperately, he still found himself in constant conflict.

A knock on his door was enough to catch his attention.

And there you were; your hair dropping water from the rain outside. You already knew the way to his place, and despite the fact that your relationship was pure sexual, you couldn't help but feel something for him as well.

"Why did you take so long? I was starting to get worried, " he said as you entered his place, watching outside carefully to make sure no one saw you.

"I'm sorry, but it's raining outside, and I had to stop before coming here," you said to him, removing your jumper. "I bought this. For you"

It was a bottle of wine. He seemed surprised by your kind gesture, but the feeling of guilty was practically eating him alive inside and out. Every time he tried to go back, to turn away from you, he ended up fucking you hard. It felt like this was the only way to release his conscience from guilt, the only way he could wash his insecurities and doubts; you ended up being his drug, his addiction. And he hated himself for using you like that.

"I think we should talk" he says, sighing heavily. He needed to be strong. He needed to do what was right.

"What's wrong?" You asked, the smile on your lips fading away when you notice isn't good news.

"I don't know. I can't keep reminding myself this is wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this... I came here because I wanted to start over, to forget what happened before... but then, when I saw you... and later that night when we had sex..." Leon said, walking around his living room, venting his feelings and his thoughts with you. "I just can't stop thinking I'm an awful person that's just using you to release my conscious from guilt... but this is so messed up... I mean, I could actually be your father and... and I'm your fucking professor... God, this is so wrong"

And his confession, this breakdown he was having... it was the first time you saw someone scared like this. You thought he was having a middle age crises or something like that, and you know he was entirely right. What you both were doing was wrong, against a lot of rules and basically defying the ethics and morals between your positions. But at the same time, he was so weak for you, and you were so weak for him. He was the only person that could put you on your knees, and apparently, you were the one that made his eyes sparkle like fireworks in the night sky.

This was pure chemistry.

Leon sat on the edge of an old, worn-out armchair, his face buried in his hands, his disheveled hair a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into his features. You sat across him, wondering what you could possibly do. Taking a deep breath, you decided again to follow your guts. He needed you.

You moved closer, the soft rustling of your movements breaking the silence as you knelt down beside him. You placed a gentle hand on his trembling back.

"Leon," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm, "you don't have to carry this burden alone."

Leon's shoulders shook, and he lifted his head, tears glistening in his weary eyes.

"You don't understand. I've put you in danger. Our secret, it's a ticking time bomb." He said, and for a moment, you knew something was wrong with him. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting what happened between you two. "It's just a matter of time before one of us end fucked up"

You moved even closer, your touch becoming more comforting as you cradled his face in your hands.

"I know it's complicated, Leon. But we've made that choice knowing the risks. I'm not a child, and I can make my own choices. You're not alone in this." You said assuring, trying to find the right words to make him understand that you were in this too.

A tremor ran through Leon's body as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but understanding and love there. It was a carnal relationship. You were not his girlfriend, and yes, he was old enough to be your father, but you weren't naive. You wanted to be with him, and he knew that.

"I'm just scared, sweetheart. Scared that one day, they'll find out about us, and you'll be hurt because of me. I can lose my job and never teach again... there's so many things that could happen" Leon sighs, trying to recompose himself. He sounded like a baby boy, but he didn't care. He was honest with his feelings.

You leaned in, your foreheads touching, and whispered:

"Leon, I made this choice too. I knew the risks. But I also knew that I wanted you so badly... and at this point, I just can't stay away from you... and it sucks because I never imagined I would fall in love with my old-enough-to-be-my-dad professor. But here I am" you said, facing his blue eyes so deeply. He penetrates your soul, invading your veins like a drug.

His breathing slowed, and he nodded, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you, finding solace in each other's embrace.

"I'm not ready for another relationship" he whispers, sounding broken. And that hit you really hard.

"I'm not either. But I promise I won't hurt you... just let me... take care of you" you whispered, your forehead touching his, as you feel his breath against your face.

Six months passed since his apparent breakdown that day.

And since that day, Leon seemed happier than before. All his worries were washed away when he decided to give himself another chance and enter this journey with you. He was healing, learning a new life with you, and despite the fact that it was a secret, he couldn't help but feel a teenager again.

He was distracted, writing in the board and thinking about his life. Then, when Leon turned to face his class, you were there, in the front row. Your eyes locked on his, and the way he was looking at you, it was enough to make your body go feral, already feeling something wet between your thighs.

"So, today's class will be different. I won't give you guys another lecture, " Leon says, making his students chuckle. "Shall we try a new dynamics? Please, Chloe, give me a hand"

Chloe glanced at you, and her cheeks blushed hard. She knew what was happening between you two, and when she saw you nodding discretely your head, she sighed in relief. She went next to him, waiting for new instructions. Leon asked her to help move some desks from the front row, giving enough space to everyone join them in a circle.

"I know, it's sounds like we're in elementary school, but I promise it'll be fun" Leon says, sitting on the floor. "When the subject is war, I want you guys to have a different experience. Yes, we all know what happened between 1914 and 1945, plus the consequences after this war..."

His method was simple but very effective. Although he was old, Leon had a way with his students, and the way he used to teach and talk about history, well... it was something else. He was funny and very intelligent. It was worthy to listen to him talk about the subjects because he made everything sound amazing and interesting.

"But let's be honest in here. Do we really know the consequences? The way people were affected? In history, we say there were thousands of people homeless, alone, and broken both emotionally and mentally. The war affected our economy, our jobs, our families..." Leon kept saying, his eyes focused on something else while he was gesturing his hands. "And when we see things from another perspective, we can change the world if we want. Thinking about that, today we'll share together stories from our families and how we got affected by previous events"

His class sounded surprised. He always found a way to improve his classes, to let people feel comfortable, and to enjoy their time together. And it was true. You could see Leon was very passionate about his job. That glow in his eyes, the way he treated every subject.

"Who wants to go first?" Leon asks, and everyone raised their hands, with no exceptions. "Okay... let's start with..."

And then, his eyes met yours. Everyone was looking at you, even Chloe. You gasped, but then started to talk.

"My family's experience during World War II," you began, your gaze fixed on the map, "is a story of resilience and sacrifice. My grandmother lived in Poland during the war. She was just a teenager when the war broke out."

You paused, your thoughts drifting back in time as you continued. Then you remembered all the times that your family shared this story as a reminder of how cruel the world could be sometimes.

"Her family faced the unimaginable. They were forced to flee their home as the Nazis occupied Poland. They endured hunger, fear, and the constant threat of discovery. My great-grandfather joined the resistance, risking his life to fight for his country's freedom." You said next, remembering the countless times your grandmother told you that story.

You stood up, walked to the board, and moved your finger across the map, tracing the path of your family's journey.

"They traveled for weeks, sometimes on foot, seeking refuge in neighboring countries. They faced discrimination and hardship along the way, but they never lost hope." You said, showing the path your family did to escape war.

"Eventually, they found safety in the United Kingdom, where they rebuilt their lives. My grandmother went on to become a nurse, dedicated to helping others, inspired by the wartime experiences that had shaped her." Your voice grew more impassioned as you shared your family's story.

The classroom was silent, the gravity of your family history sinking in. Leon, especially, couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was paying attention to every single word you said.

"Their story is a testament to the strength of the human spirit during the darkest of times. It's a reminder that war doesn't just affect soldiers and politicians; it touches the lives of ordinary people in profound ways." You concluded, looking at your colleagues, feeling his eyes on you.

"Thank you for sharing that personal perspective. It's a powerful reminder of the human stories that lie beneath the pages of history books." And then, Leon nodded, his eyes filled with respect for your storytelling.

Moving forward, everyone in the class had their moment to speak. Meanwhile, you've noticed that sometimes, Leon was looking at you and then looking somewhere else. At the end of the class, he called you again. His excuse was something related to your last essay that he needed to tell you, and that was why he waited until everyone left the room.

"Am I in trouble, Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, biting your lower lip as you watch him close the door.

"Oh, you have no idea," he said, walking towards you, his hand reaching the back of your head as he pulled you into a kiss. "God, you're so beautiful today. I had a hard time focusing in the class"

"That's why you suggested the conversation? Very smart" you whispered, feeling his lips on your neck as he kisses you passionately.

"Meet me tonight at my place" he said, his hand sliding through your thighs, making their way to your pussy. "At seven"

"Yes, sir" you moaned softly in his ear, automatically spreading your legs for him.

You felt his fingers touching your pussy. Today, you were using a skirt with no panties, since you liked to tease him between classes and when he saw that, he went crazy. You knew he would make you pay back for teasing him, but you didn't care.

"Come on, you really thought I didn't see you teasing me like that?" Leon whispered, circling your clit very slowly as your body joints with his touch. "Such a naughty girl... you think you can walk around shaking that ass and I won't do anything?"

"No, sir" you moaned, biting your lip and trying to control your breath while he kept touching you, his fingers dancing and playing with you.

He kept circling your clit, sometimes his fingers entering your pussy, savoring your cunt. With his free hand, he grabbed your hair tight, pushing your head back and forcing you to look at him while he's fucking you with his fingers. You knew if you closed your legs, he would punish you, so you didn't dare to defy him.

"Please, sir... let me cum" you begged, already feeling the pleasant feeling growing inside you.

And then, a knock on his door was enough to make him back off. Your legs were shaking, your breathing was labored, and Leon glanced at you, being extremely calm. He swallowed and smiled at you.

"Yes?" He said out loud to the person outside.

The door opened.

There was a beautiful woman, she was the most gorgeous you've ever seen in your life. She had a look in her face that you knew pretty well; arrogance. Her eyes met yours, and you felt something burning within you. The way she was looking at him... it made you uncomfortable.

And when she entered that room, you looked at Leon. He was pale.

When you entered your apartment, Chloe was sitting next to the window and painting her nails. When she noticed the look you had on your face, she immediately stopped what she was doing, knowing you needed to talk.

"Hey, bestie. You look like you've seen a ghost. What's up?"

You dropped your bag beside Chloe and plopped down next to her. You took a deep breath and began.

"You won't believe what happened after class today. Leon and I were talking about my essay when this mysterious woman walked in." You said to her, avoiding some spicy details.

"Mysterious woman? Do you mean like a substitute teacher or something?" Chloe raised an eyebrow.

"No, Chloe, it was nothing like that. She was… I don't even know how to describe her. Short dark hair, wearing this red dress that looked like it was from a different century, and she had this air of, I don't know, mystery and arrogance." You shook your head, describing the woman you saw earlier.

"Okay, so what did she do?" Chloe's curiosity grew as she leaned closer, listening to every single word you said.

"The weird part is that as soon as she walked in, Leon's entire demeanor changed. He went all distant, like he didn't even know me. And then, Chloe, he started talking to her. He sounded a little nervous, and she was practically eating him in there!" You continued, your voice tinged with frustration and confusion.

"That's... bizarre. I mean, Leon has always been attentive to you. Are you sure it wasn't just some random conversation?" Chloe's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer.

"I'm positive, Chloe. I could see it in his eyes. It was like he was under some kind of spell, completely captivated by her. And the way they looked at each other, it was like I didn't even exist." You nodded vigorously, sighing again. The image is playing in your head like a loop.

Chloe frowned sympathetically.

"Wow, sis, that does sound strange. Maybe you should talk to Leon about it, find out what's going on." She suggests, trying to cheer you up, knowing it was the right thing to do.

"I know I should, but I don't even know how to bring it up. It felt so... personal, you know? Like they had this secret connection, and I was just an outsider." You sighed again, your frustration evident.

Chloe looked at you like she was thinking about the right words. She knew about your secret relationship with Leon, and despite the fact she was concerned at the very beginning, she truly supported you. And then, you feel her put her arm around your shoulders.

"You're not an outsider, sweetie. Leon cares about you, and there must be a reasonable explanation for this. Maybe he didn't even realize he was acting that way. Talk to him, okay? Communication is key." She says kindly at you, her smile shining.

"You're right, Chloe. I'll talk to him and try to figure this out. I just hope it's nothing serious." You sighing, nodding your head, agreeing with Chloe.

She smiled again and then returned to finish her nails. You texted Leon to know if you could go see him or talk, and then, you left your phone to do your papers from the week.

As the hours pass by, you get no replies from Leon, which is odd. He never failed to text you. Even when he had a lot of essays to read, he always took some minutes from his time to talk to you.

You had spent the past few hours anxiously pacing your apartment, your mind a whirlwind of worry and confusion. Leon had been avoiding your calls and messages, and your instic were telling you something was wrong. Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you decided to confront him. Lucky for you, Chloe wasn't in there to stop you from doing something stupid. You didn't care.

You took some time to go to his place. You were thinking about that woman. The way she looked at you, the way she was standing between the two of you. You felt something inside your chest. And it wasn't good.

You stood before the door to Leon's apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. With trembling fingers, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the hallway. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Leon's tired face.

"Hey," you stammered, your voice quivering. "We need to talk."

Leon hesitated for a moment before reluctantly stepping aside, allowing you to enter his cozy and cute apartment. The atmosphere felt heavy, suffused with an unspoken tension. You could sense that something was terribly wrong.

You both stood there for a moment, neither of you saying a word. Finally, Leon broke the silence, his voice strained.

"We can't keep doing this." He says, avoiding your eyes for a brief moment.

Doing what? You thought, your heart sinking. You knew exactly what he meant, but hearing it out loud was a devastating blow.

"What do you mean?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, your heart skipping a few beats inside your chest.

Leon ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes avoiding yours.

"Us. This... relationship, whatever it is. It's not fair to either of us. I can't give you what you deserve, and I can't keep pretending that I can." He says, and for a moment, you thought he was also heartbroken.

Your entire world seemed to crumble around you as the words sunk in. You had grown so attached to Leon, and you had allowed yourself to hope for something more. But now, it was all slipping away. Tears spilled down your cheeks, your voice trembling with hurt and anger.

"So, you're just going to push me away without even trying to make it work?" You ask him, your words painfully hitting you hard.

"I wish it were that simple. But it's not. I can't keep hurting you like this." Leon's shoulders slumped, and he looked defeated.

With that, he turned away from you, leaving you standing alone in his apartment. You felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest. You knew that trying to change his mind would be futile. With a heavy heart, you made your way to the door.

As you stepped out into the cold night air, you felt a mix of emotions — heartbreak, anger, and confusion. You couldn't go back to your apartment, not now. Chloe would ask you a thousand different questions, and you weren't in the mood to answer. In a moment of recklessness, you reached for your phone and called your ex-boyfriend, someone familiar who had always been there for you.

"Hey," you said when he answered. "Do you want to meet up? I could use some company."

Matthew's voice was warm and comforting as he agreed, and you knew that, at least for tonight, you needed the familiarity of the past to help mend your wounded heart.

As you stepped into the bar, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses enveloped you. Looking around, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness as you glanced at the familiar figure waiting by the entrance. Matthew, your ex-boyfriend, stood there with a hesitant smile, his eyes carrying a mix of uncertainty and nostalgia.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey," you replied, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Then, you two exchanged awkward pleasantries and then settled into a booth at the back of the bar.

The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words as they ordered drinks. After a moment, Matthew cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about us lately," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the tabletop.

"Me too, Matt. It's hard not to, you know." You sighed, you heart fluttering.

You two began to talk about your past, reminiscing about the good times and dissecting the reasons for your breakup. As the conversation flowed, old emotions resurfaced, and your connection reignited. With a mixture of longing and desire, Matthew reached across the table and gently caressed your hand. You met his gaze, your eyes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

And then, you finally remembered your previous conversation with Leon. You were so heartbroken by his words; he made you feel like heaven, and then he dropped you like you were nothing. And the sad part was you couldn't understand why.

You look at Matthew, and then it happens.

Your lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark that died a long time ago. But as your kiss deepened, a wave of nausea washed over you, and you pulled away, gasping.

"I... I need some air," you stammered, sliding out of the booth and rushing towards the exit.

The cool night air hit your face as you stumbled outside, trying to collect your thoughts. Feeling disoriented, you leaned against the brick wall of the bar. That's when you heard a familiar voice.

"What the hell?"

Turning around, you found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in your disheveled appearance.

"Leon, I..." You started, but before you could explain, Leon interrupted.

"Come with me," he said firmly, slipping his arm around your waist and leading your away from the bar. You both walked in silence, a subtle tension hanging in the air.

As they reached Leon's apartment, you felt a mix of relief and trepidation. Leon's face was tense, his brows furrowed, as he tried to find the right words to express his feelings. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud of unresolved emotions hanging in the air.

"You went out with Matthew again?" Leon's voice was laced with disappointment as he folded his arms across his chest.

"What's the big deal, Leon? You're the one who ended things, remember? You said we wouldn't work out." You look at him, angry and frustrated.

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had to choose his words carefully.

"It's not that simple. There are things you don't know." He says, avoiding your gaze for a moment. There you knew, he was hiding something.

"Leon," you began, your voice quivering with a mix of frustration and hurt, "I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this."

Leon took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"It's not about making a big deal out of it. It's about trust and respect in our relationship." He says firmly, trying to justify what happened.

You clenched your fists, your eyes flashing with anger. For a moment, you wanted to punch him in the face after he said that. He was being a hypocrite.

"Trust? Respect? You're the one who broke up with me, remember? You said we wouldn't work out. So why do you care who I go out with now?" You asked him again, your voice raising a little.

Leon's jaw tightened.

"I broke up with you because of something else, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. And it certainly doesn't mean I want to see you with your ex."

You shook your head, your frustration mounting. Why couldn't he just trust you? You both been hiding this relationship for months, and now you noticed he didn't truly trust you. And that hurts a lot.

"You can't have it both ways, Leon. You can't end things and then act like you have a say in who I see or what I do." You said to him with a deep sigh. And it was true. He wasn't your owner.

Leon's voice grew more desperate.

"I still love you. I thought we could work through our problems, but seeing you with him... it hurts." He said, his breath was heavier.

"What are you hiding from me?" You ask him, wanting nothing more but the truth. You deserved to know. "Who was that woman?"

Leon avoided your gaze again, which made you way more angrier. He sat on his couch, his face buried in his hands. At this very moment, he was having the most difficult choice in his hands. It was a burden.

"She's... my ex fiancé" Leon finally looks at you, and this time, your jaw dropped. "And I think she knows about us"

And again, you felt your heart skipping a few beats. Your palms were sweating cold, and you felt your entire body shaking. This was very serious.

"What do you mean?" You ask, sounding less angry and more concerned, sitting next to him on his couch.

Leon took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen and handed it over to you. On the screen were a series of threatening text messages, the sender's name blocked. Your eyes widened as you read the ominous words.

"Leon, who's sending you these messages? What's going on?" You ask horrified to him, still looking at his phone.

Leon swallowed hard, his throat dry.

"I don't know who it is, but they somehow found out about us, about our relationship. Look at the last message." He pointed at the screen, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger.

The final message was chilling: "Break up with her, Leon, or everyone at college will know your secret. Your reputation will be ruined."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up from the phone to meet Leon's gaze.

"Leon, holy shit... we can't let them control us like this. I know it's against the rules, but we love each other." You said, trying to be reasonable. You were shaking. If someone leaked the information, he would be ruined for life.

Leon nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

"I know. I don't want to break up with you. But I'm scared of what they might do if we don't comply." He sighs, trying to find a way out from this mess.

"So... I think we... I don't know" Your voice sounds more like a whisper, and he looks at you.

Then, suddenly, you feel his lips against yours, his hands trailing down your body. Leon gripped your wrist and twisted it behind your back; you can feel his nails dug sharply into your skin, and instantly, you felt a rush of excitement, followed immediately by a wave of desire.

You had secretely wanting for this, had spelled out the fantasy in detail, wondering how he would fulfill your fantasy. And now that it was here, digging into your flesh and forcing your face-down onto the wall, it was too much: not just the helplessness, but how exciting the helplessness felt.

You didn't want to be that person. That cliche, the powerful woman who deep down just wants to be mastered by a more powerful man. Your safeword bubbled up in your throat, but you gritted your teeth and choked it back down. You had begged for this, and by God, you were going to see it through.

Leon led you to his room, already throwing you on his bed, spreading your legs without gentleness. He needed you. He desired you more than anything.

He forced his knee between your thighs and fumbled with his zipper, and all you could do was basically smalls whimpers, in something resembling real panic, as you felt pure wetness inside your pussy, already aching without his touches.

"Jesus Christ, bunny... I've missed seeing you like this" he whispers, his lips already circling your nipples.

His words made your pussy wetter, and the sharp fingers forcing your cunt lips apart made it wetter still, and you moaned in desire and pleasure at your treacherous pussy that was begging for his cock to force itself inside you like it was the last thing you would do in life.

"I'm gonna take you, bunny. I'm gonna make you scream my name" he said, his grip getting tight as you feel your stomach twisting.

And then, you feel him rammed himself inside you with full thrusts, going so deeper that you felt pain at first. He pinned your hands up, holding them so tight that it was almost impossible to get rid of him. His lips sucked your nipples with so intensity that when he released them, it was a soft shade of red.

"My bunny seems lusty" he moans again, still holding you tight.

"F-uck" you moan, closing and squeezing your eyes, your body automatically following his pace, your tits shaking up and down.

You feel Leon moving in and out of you. And your body jerked back and forth with the strength of his movement. The bed was practically banging against the wall with violence, and with every sharp thrust, your skin slapped together lusciously. This sex was loud and violent, just as you'd wanted.

Your moans and cries grew louder. You were at the very edge, about to explode into pleasure. Noticing how close you were, Leon flipped you over seamlessly and continued pumping into you with enough force to make you see stars. You were crying, desperate to be released, desperate to have your orgasm and be his.

You open your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. His eyes were shining like sapphires, touched by the sun in a glorious morning, and his perfect features were shimmering with sweat. Leon looked beautiful than ever, like he was made by the Gods and blessed with their grace.

“You are mine, bunny. Do you understand me? I don't want to see you with him ever again" he rasped fiercely, leaning forward, as you felt him grabbing your face gently with one hand.

Waves of heat flooded your body. All you wanted was to cum on him, all you wanted was to be his and his only. You didn't care if people find out about you two; you wanted him.

Suddenly, Leon obliged you, wrapping his arms around your back. All you left escape was a gasp when he swung you onto his lap as he moved to the edge of the bed, still forcing you to keep your legs open. In one brutal thrust, he set you down on his length, filling you so suddenly you cried out in shock. His hands roamed, over you back and bottom, on your breasts, rubbing against your nipples.

He was everywhere.

Leon pulled you back up and then slammed you down again. You felt like you were flying, spinning, wondering why he made you feel so good and why you didn't let him do that before. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, making your entire body shiver with anticipation of your climax. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding you down when gravity ceased to exist.

And he was kind to let you cum.

You gasped for air, and the orgasm came to your relief. You were vaguely aware of his voice, your body shaking with this sudden release of pleasure as he whispered words of love and care. When you came back to your reality, you glanced at him, a tired smile on your lips, indicating you were more than satisfied.

"I love you" he says finally, kissing you passionately, his sweaty face and tired expression admiring yours.

Things couldn't be better for both of you and Leon. Sure, you both had to pretend for everyone nothing was going on. His ex fiancé was still around, and Matthew kept trying to convince you to hang out, which you declined every time, saying you needed to focus on college and, most recently, your new job.

You were working on a coffee shop not so far from your apartment, and you were excited. At least once in a week, Leon would go in there just to see you, and sometimes he wasn't alone. A few other professors would go in there as well, so he had excuses to see you.

As for the blackmail messages, it stopped for a few days. The last one he received was a picture from both of you kissing, so he decided it was safe to keep things lay low. He had to ignore you during classes, he avoided you inside the college — but at his apartment he would eat you alive without hesitation, making his neighbors know you're his and make them hear you moan very loud and beg to cum.

"So, how you're doing?" Chloe asks, sitting next to you for lunch. "It seems like you're happier than usual"

"Oh, it's just my new job" you said, obviously lying. Leon had specifically told you not to tell anyone, even your best friend.

"I'm happy for you" she smiled, her eyes shining again. "Does Matthew keep texting you?"

"Not really, I said that night was a mistake, and I was drunk. I apologized to him, " you explained, your eyes focused on your laptop as you research for your next assignment. "Anyways, it won't happen again"

Chloe nods, and then her attention returns to her own work. You wanted so badly to tell her about you and Leon, but you knew you couldn't put him in trouble. You sat at your desk in your bedroom, your fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard as you tried to focus on your homework. The soft glow of your laptop illuminated the room, casting a pale, eerie light on your anxious expression. You glanced at the clock on your wall, your heart racing with anticipation. Leon was supposed to call you any minute now.

Just as you reached for your phone, it vibrated with an incoming message. Your heart skipped a beat as you picked it up, hoping to see Leon's name. Instead, the message was from an unknown number.

The message read: "Naughty slut. I know your secret. I know about you and Leon. If you don't do as I say, everyone at college will find out."

Fear clenched at your chest, and you felt your hands trembling. You knew he was receiving messages, and it was a matter of time before you got your first, too. You quickly typed a response, your fingers fumbling on the screen.

"Who is this? What do you want?"

The reply came almost instantly, and it sent a chill down your spine: "You'll find out soon enough. But here's a taste of what's to come."

A photo appeared on the screen, a candid shot of you and Leon sharing an intimate moment inside his apartment. Your heart sank as you realized just how much the blackmailer knew.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you texted back: "Please, don't do this. We'll do whatever you want, just don't ruin our lives."

The reply was merciless: "You have 48 hours to meet my demands. You'll receive instructions soon. Remember, I'm watching."

Your phone went silent, but the threat hung in the air like a dark cloud. You knew your world was about to crumble, and there was no escape from the impending storm. You couldn't tell Leon, the blackmailer would know instantly. It was only you.

The room was dark and silent, the only source of illumination being the glow of your phone on the bedside table. You had been sitting there for what felt like an eternity, anxiety gnawing at you every passing minute. You had followed the instructions meticulously, as the blackmailer had demanded: no police, no friends, no Leon, just you, alone.

The digital clock on your phone ticked away relentlessly, the seconds feeling like a cruel countdown to your impending doom. You had been given 48 hours to comply with the blackmailer's demands, and time was running out.

As you stared at the screen, your heart raced with every passing minute. You knew the stakes were high, but the thought of exposing her secret relationship with Leon was unbearable. You couldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Just when desperation was starting to overtake you, a familiar chime broke the silence of the room. A text message had arrived. Your trembling hands reached for the phone, and you unlocked it with trembling fingers.

The message was chillingly simple: "You have one hour. Go to the college auditorium. Come alone, or your secret will be revealed."

Your heart sank as you read those words. The threat was crystal clear, and you had no choice but to comply. You quickly texted back an acknowledgment, confirming your compliance.

With a heavy heart, you began to prepare. You couldn't let this person destroy your life and Leon's. The next hour was a blur of frantic thoughts and hasty preparations. You dressed in dark clothing, concealing your identity as best as you could.

As the minutes ticked away, you left your apartment, your heart pounding with fear and determination. You had no idea what awaited you at the auditorium, but you were willing to do whatever it took to protect Leon.

As you arrive at the college, you walk towards the auditorium. You pushed open the heavy oak doors of the college auditorium, your heart pounded in your chest. That room, usually a place of inspiration and camaraderie, felt eerie and foreboding today.

The rows of empty seats seemed to stretch endlessly before you, leading you closer to the stage where a single figure stood, bathed in a cold, unforgiving spotlight. Chloe. Your best friend. The person you trusted the most.

"Chloe, what's going on?" Your voice quivered as you approached your friend, your steps echoing in the cavernous auditorium.

"Surprise" Chloe turned, her face twisted with a mix of emotions, her eyes wide and frenzied.

"Why are you doing this?" You demanded, tears brimming in your eyes as you realized it was her all the time.

"Because I love you, sweetheart. I've always loved you, and I couldn't stand seeing you with Leon." Chloe's laughter was unnerving, a shrill, hollow sound that bounced off the walls.

Your heart sank as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Chloe's jealousy had driven her to blackmail, to manipulate, to hurt those you cared about.

"You... love me?" You stammered.

Chloe's expression twisted with a manic intensity.

"Yes! I would do anything for you, darling. I had to get rid of Matthew and Leon to eliminate the competition and to make you see that you belong with me." She reveals to you, sounding sadistic and crazy.

She opened the curtains from the auditorium, and there he was. His face had a few bruises, and he was gagged, tied by his hands. You gasped in shock, but you didn't dare to move. You felt a chill run down your spine. This wasn't the Chloe you had known. This was a stranger, consumed by obsession.

"Chloe, this isn't love," you said, your voice trembling. "This is madness."

Chloe's laughter grew louder, more unhinged.

"You don't understand, darling. I did it all for us." She looks at you, pointing a knife towards you.

As Chloe's words hung in the air, the auditorium's silence was shattered by the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. Your heart raced, realizing that Chloe's breakdown had reached a critical point.

"I can't let them take you away," Chloe muttered, her voice a desperate whisper.

Before you could react, Chloe lunged forward, but a uniformed police officer burst through the auditorium doors, gun drawn. Chaos ensued, the echoes of sirens and shouting blending with your racing thoughts.

It happened fast.

In one minute, Chloe tried to end his life. In the other, you heard a gunshot, and Chloe was on the floor. You screamed, reaching both Leon and Chloe.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year ago

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Problem Solved

Summary: Problems are stacking up in Y/N's life. Does Beau have the solution?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Just kissing. Fluff. Stressed!Reader. Beau being an angel.

Word Count: 3,594

A/N: So, I wrote this fluffy piece for my friend @deanswaywardgirl who's been having a rough time and just needed some fluffy Beau to get her through. I'm sorry my dear, this ended up quite a bit longer than I'd planned, and I'm sorry it took me more than a day to get it to you, but I hope it helps. And I hope everyone enjoys the fluffiness.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

"Goddamn-son-of-a-bitch-piece-of-shi-"

"You know," Beau's deep drawl interrupted Y/N's strung together, angry cursing, "I don’t understand how someone so sweet and innocent looking, can manage to curse bluer than a sailor."

Y/N stopped trying to juggle her purse, her car keys, multiple grocery bags and an empty coffee cup long enough to turn to Beau and frown at his amusement.

"I've practiced a lot." She said succinctly.

She waited a moment and then shook her head, eyebrows raised. "Oh don't worry, I'm good. Definitely don't need any help here, Sheriff." She said, dripping sarcasm.

Beau chuckled at her pouty, out-of-sorts face before reaching to grab what looked like the heaviest paper bag. As he took it from her, however, one of the bags she still held split open and sent a third of her groceries rolling across the parking lot.

A scream of frustration erupted from her throat before the next round of cursing.

"Piss-poor-goddam–shoddy-piece-" She rambled as she set her third bag on the ground and began chasing down her runaway canned goods as they rolled down the sloping parking lot. Beau set his bag next to hers and helped her wrangle the cans and a bag full of oranges back into their arms.

"Looks like your day is going great so far, darlin." Beau teased as he piled the cans onto the back seat.

A chunk of hair had worked its way loose from Y/N’s ponytail and she blew a puff of air upwards trying to get it out of her face, while Beau took the bags she held out to him, and put them in the back seat as well.

"Yeah, it's been a really peachy morning, beginning with my kitchen sink exploding on me when I tried to make coffee, drenching me in the process. I told my landlord and he said he'd 'try to fix it'." Y/N said with finger quotes.

Beau slammed the back door shut and Y/N slumped against the side of the car. He gave her a sympathetic look as he stood in front of her, the thumb of his right hand hooked over the waistband of his jeans and his left hand shoved in his pocket.

Y/N continued recounting her less than stellar morning. “So I’ve had no coffee yet today because I came with my cup,” she said, lifting the reusable, plastic coffee cup she still held, “planning on getting coffee from the diner before I went grocery shopping, but their stupid machine is broken. So now I’m just carrying around this useless cup cause it doesn’t fit in my purse.”

She let out another huff, and opened the driver’s side door to throw her purse and the cup inside, before slamming it shut a bit harder than necessary.

Beau frowned. “Why didn’t you just throw the cup back in your car before you went into the grocery store?”

Y/N looked puzzled for a moment before she frowned. “I don’t know!” She said, throwing her arms up. “Because I’m an idiot and I’m operating without coffee!”

Beau chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Anything perishable in your groceries? Something that won't keep for an hour or so?"

Y/N shook her head, puzzled. "No, just pantry stuff and fruit."

"Then come with me." He said and pulled her along with him, still tucked into his side. He led them over to his big red truck and helped her climb up into the cab.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, slightly exasperated.

"To the place that serves the best coffee in town." He answered, as he closed the door.

***

Y/N took a long sip of coffee and sighed contentedly. It may not have actually been the best coffee in town, but it was dark, and rich, and creamy and she could practically feel the caffeine flowing through her veins.

She called back through the door of Beau’s little silver trailer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help make lunch?” She asked because it was the polite thing to do, and she felt a bit guilty just sitting and relaxing while Beau did all the work. But she was incredibly relieved when he declined.

“No way, sweetheart. First of all, there’s no room for two people in this quote/unquote kitchen. And second, you’ve earned the right to relax. I’ll be done in a minute.”

Y/N sighed again and took another big gulp of coffee. This one burnt the roof of her mouth a bit, but she still didn’t care. After the morning she had, this was paradise. She’d only been to Beau’s one other time, and she just waited in the car while he ran in to grab something. She’d never seen the inside, or got to experience the beautiful view from his front porch.

She looked around now and took it all in. Montana sure was beautiful. It was world’s away from her old life in Manhattan, where you could barely see the sky, never mind mountains and forest. She’d left New York only three months ago, but every day she was here, her old life fell further and further into mere memory.

She’d spent the last ten years of her life going non-stop. Columbia - four years for her undergrad then another four at medical school. Eight years excelling at something she didn’t want to do.

So - two years into her residency she’d made the incredibly impulsive decision to leave it all behind. The move shocked and horrified her parents.

It was practically a family tradition to go to Columbia and become a doctor. Her grandfather, her father, her aunt, and a bevy of cousins had all attended Columbia to become doctors and then gone on to make a fortune in ritzy private practices.

Only one cousin that she knew of had bucked the system a bit, deciding to practice in a free clinic in Queens rather than open another high priced office that catered to the rich people of New York, of which there were many.

That cousin didn’t get invited to many family functions.

But if she was ostracized for serving underprivileged people, she was still worlds above where Y/N found herself now. Living states away in Montana and training in veterinary medicine.

She’d always been interested in animal care. But when, at fourteen years old, she told her mother and father that she wanted to be a veterinarian, they had just stared at her like she’d grown a second head. She tried to explain to them how much she loved animals, and the idea of being able to work with them everyday, help them and heal them appealed to her immensely. She tried to explain that she’d still be using her aptitude for science, she’d just be applying it in a field that excited her.

But the answer had been a resounding no, and she’d been pushed further down the road towards Columbia. She’d reluctantly followed that path. She thought her parents probably knew best, and she didn’t bring it up to them again.

Until three months ago when she’d informed them that she’d left her residency program and enrolled herself for the fall semester at the University of Montana, in the Veterinary Medicine program.

Her parents had absolutely refused to listen to anything she said on the matter. They kept insisting that she was just feeling burnt out. They suggested that she take a few weeks off, and recuperate. She tried to explain that she wasn’t burnt out, she was fed up; fed up of working almost eighty hours a week doing something she didn’t want to do.

When reasoning hadn’t worked with Y/N, her parents resorted to threats. They promised her that they were not about to pay for her to go to school in Helena, and that if she threw away all the years they’d put into her education then she needn’t bother coming home for the holidays. Y/N had agreed to those terms, moved out of her tiny studio apartment, loaded up her little Toyota hatchback, and driven for three days, staying in crappy little motels along the way, before she reached Helena.

She’d used her savings to pay for her first semester of school, and six months worth of rent. She was on month three and she was starting to panic slightly about where money was going to come from. She needed a job, but it had to work around her school schedule, and she had no work history other than a hospital residency program that she’d dropped out of.

Now she had a sink that didn’t work, and a landlord who didn’t seem to be a handyman. And when she’d started her car that morning, she heard a distinctive squeal that meant she’d probably have to take it in sooner than later.

She sighed and took another gulp of coffee. At least one thing had improved in her day. As the thought entered her mind, Beau walked out of his trailer with a stack of chicken salad sandwiches and a big bowl of salad.

Okay, two things had improved in her day.

“Oh my god, Beau.” She exclaimed. “This is way too much! You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”

He scoffed dismissively. “N’ah, wasn’t any trouble. I had the chicken salad made up already, so all I did was throw vegetables in a bowl.”

Y/N shook her head. Beau had been a godsend since she moved to Helena. She met him on only her second day in town. She'd been given a speeding ticket and had gone into the sheriff’s department to pay it. She’d been in a particularly rotten mood that day as well, since she certainly didn’t have almost eighty dollars to throw away on a ticket. For going barely ten miles over the speed limit.

She must have looked desperate or maybe at the end of her rope, because Beau had come over to the deputy taking her payment, and taken over the transaction. She’d been shocked out of her mood by the ridiculously beautiful man behind the counter. He was long and broad, with dazzling green eyes, and dark blonde hair she immediately wanted to run her fingers through. He spoke, and his deep, Texas honey voice sent a shiver up her spine, making her whole body tingle.

She was so completely and instantly enamored of him that, at first, she missed the fact that he was dismissing her fees. When it finally sank in through her moony brain that he was being kind and helping her out, her heart fluttered even faster.

He’d smiled his killer smile at her. “It was only ten miles over the limit. And you’re obviously new in town.” He said handing back her New York state license. “Just watch your speed next time.”

Y/N nodded happily. “Yes, sir. I will be very careful in the future.”

“Beau.”

“Sorry?” She asked.

He smiled again and practically knocked her off her feet. “It’s Beau, not sir.”

They’d become fast friends, even though Y/N’s heart raced like crazy when he was around, and as far as she could tell, he had no feelings for her like that whatsoever. But he was the only person she really knew in town besides her crappy landlord, so she relished her time with him.

He’d helped her adjust to Helena with stories of his own experiences of being new in town. They watched movies together at her place (her one bedroom apartment still being bigger than Beau's trailer) and they grabbed supper three or four evenings a week. Beau always insisted on paying for her because he knew she was a poor, struggling, soon-to-be student. He constantly refused to let her grab the check. So she’d taken to slipping twenty dollar bills into his jacket pocket, but somehow he always found them and slipped them back into hers.

He texted her pretty much every day to check in and see how she was. And even if she’d been having a morning similar to today’s, his name popping up on her phone always made her smile.

She knew that at some point the little (or large) crush she had on him was going to cause trouble because it wasn’t diminishing. Every day she knew him, he carved his way a little deeper into her heart. She couldn’t help it. He was so kind, so warm. He was such an amazing dad, and she envied the relationship he and Emily had, having never had anything like it with her own father.

He was like sunshine, a burst of serotonin in cowboy packaging. She knew she was in trouble there.

Beau set down the plate of sandwiches on the table between their chairs and then went in to grab bowls and forks for their salad. When they were both served, they sat munching the yummy food without conversation, just laughing and enjoying the antics of a couple of squirrels arguing over winter hiding places.

The food, the coffee, and most of all, the man beside her, had gone a long way to making up for her rotten morning.

When they’d finished eating though, Beau reached across the table and gave her hand a squeeze. “Okay, darlin’, lay it on me. It’s not just coffee throwing you off your game this morning. What’s goin’ on?”

Y/N relished the warmth of his big hand covering hers, and her heart raced fast again as he ran his calloused thumb over her knuckles.

She shrugged in answer. But he pushed on.

“Your sink exploded. And you don’t think your landlord will fix it?”

“Well, he hasn’t fixed my dripping shower, or my broken bedroom window…so I don’t hold out a lot of hope, no.” Y/N said defeatedly.

Beau nodded. “What else?”

She stayed quiet at first; she didn’t want to dump all of her problems on him. She didn’t want to be a burden to the only friend she had. But the soft, caring look in his mossy green eyes, told her it was safe to vent.

Her voice started off quiet, but grew louder as she talked about all that was bothering her.

“I have no job, my savings are rapidly running out, I start school in a week, and I’m incredibly nervous that I gave up a whole 'life plan' to come do this. What if I suck at it? What if all the animals hate me? What if my parents were right this whole time and I really have just thrown my life away?”

She was quiet for a moment more before ducking her head and finishing in a small voice. “Oh, and my car is squeaking.”

After a minute, Beau let go of her hand to lift her chin with his fingers so she was looking at him again. “Do you want me to try and problem solve, or are you just venting?”

Y/N let out a watery chuckle, tears threatening and making her eyes glassy. “Oh Beau, if you have any solutions, I’m all ears.”

He smiled wide and her belly flip flopped. “K, so I’ll be by tomorrow, it’s my day off. I’ll fix your sink and tub, no problem. I owned a fixer upper in Dallas, learned lots. And I’ll take a look at your bedroom window and see what I can do.”

Y/N was shaking her head. “Beau, that’s…you don’t have to do that. It’s your day off, you must have better things to do.”

But he just shook his head. “Shh, I’m problem solving.”

Y/N laughed lightly.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know crap about cars, but I am friends with Sonny at Lincoln Motors, and he owes me a favor, so he’ll take care of it, and you can just pay for parts.”

Y/N was staring at him, her eyes wide. “Beau.”

But he just kept going. “You should have told me before that you were looking for work. I thought you weren’t planning on working while you’re going to school, otherwise I would have mentioned it sooner. But we have a part time position available at the station that would be perfect for you. We need weekend care for the four dogs in the canine unit. You’d have to walk 'em, and feed 'em, exercise 'em a bit. Pays pretty decent, but we’re having a hard time filling the position cause it’s only weekends. You’d have to take a course about how to care for 'em, but it’s just one afternoon.” He smiled at her. “I promise to give you a good character reference.”

Y/N just shook her head in amazement. “What…what are you my fairy godfather? You just solved all my problems.” She was stunned. These were issues she’d been worried about and struggling with for quite a while, certainly the issues with her broken apartment and no job. She opened her mouth to him one time, and he just swooped in and saved her.

The thought made her shake her head again, refuting her earlier question. “No, you’re not my fairy godfather.” She beamed at him, but lowered her gaze shyly. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

Beau got up from his seat and kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her hand again. “No, not a knight, a friend. And Y/N as your friend, I can tell you without hesitation, that you’re gonna do great in school. You’re incredibly smart, and you have a beautiful soul. Animals will love you. You're gonna succeed, I promise you that."

Y/N eyes shone brightly with unshed tears and she impulsively threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. His strong arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, tight against him.

She felt the hard wall of his chest pressed warm and solid against her and tried not to moan. She didn't mean to, but without thinking, she buried her fingers in his hair, letting the silky strands slide through her fingers. His beard felt surprisingly soft as their cheeks pressed together. His big hands started caressing her back softly, massaging slightly and Y/N began to notice the way his heart beat fast under his ribs and his breathing was a bit unsteady.

Finally, he pulled back from her to catch her eye, and Y/N could see the desire spark in his gaze just seconds before he settled his lips lightly on hers.

The kiss was not demanding. It was soft and curious, tasting. He trailed his mouth over hers, lips gliding smoothly, exerting the slightest pressure. They were hot against hers though, and the silky feel of them made her fingers tighten in his hair. He let out a small hum of satisfaction and then pressed his tongue to her lips.

She sighed her mouth open and was quickly drunk on the taste of him. He was all spice and warmth; he tasted like comfort. Her stomach was full of butterflies that danced low in her belly, and she delighted in the way he moved his hand to grip the back of her neck and pressed her closer to him, groaning into her mouth and causing her core muscles to clench tightly.

Beyond her physical response to the way he kissed her though and beyond her pounding excitement for more, her heart was telling her this was where she belonged; in this man’s arms, with no air between them.

When Beau finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on hers, and chuckled softly. “God, I’ve been dreaming of doing that for months - since I first saw you on the other side of that counter." He grinned. "All frazzled and annoyed, cursing under your breath.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she pulled away to look at him. “What do you mean? I’ve been wanting you to kiss me since you smiled at me across that same counter.” She shook her head. “You weren’t interested.”

Beau snorted. “Are you kidding me? You haven’t noticed how I’ve been following you around like a puppy dog? You haven’t seen the way I’ve had to stop myself so many times from pushing you up against something hard and kissing you senseless? I thought you knew and simply weren't interested."

Pleasant images of being manhandled by Beau popped into Y/N's mind and she had to take a moment before she could shake her head at their stupidity, a grin wreathing her face. “And I thought you knew I was drooling over you constantly. I thought I was pretty obvious.”

Beau shook his head, clearly just as amazed. “I had no idea.”

His million dollar smile shone brightly and he sipped at her lips again. He spoke softly against them.

"So, has your day gotten any better?"

Y/N breathed out a laugh and ran her palms over his cheeks, loving the satiny feel of his beard beneath her fingers.

"A little bit." She answered with a teasing smile. "I have just one or two more problems you could help me with though."

"Really? Like what, darlin'?" Beau asked, his voice deep and delicious.

She bit her lip, and let her forefinger slide across his mouth.

"I'll tell you all about them tomorrow, when you come to my bedroom…to, you know, fix my window."

Beau chuckled a little dirty. "Well, I do love to be helpful."

"Then help a girl out would ya?" Y/N said, pulling his soft yielding lips back to hers with a smile.

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mrsaltieri-real · 2 years ago

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I Can Be Sweet (Mickey Altieri x GN!Reader)

Word count: 1.5k

Warning/s: GN!Reader (no specified pronouns, Mickey uses the pet names baby and babe) fluffy fluff fluff, language, nudity, Mickey being soft, (yes it’s a warning) the L bomb gets dropped, romantic shit, Mickey being a terrible cook, Mickey still somehow being a little shit, etc

I’ve had a really, REALLY shit week so I wrote this as like a little soothing thing for myself and anyone else whose having a crappy week. I just needed to comfort myself by writing something like this. I’ve got good friends that have helped me through my stuff this week (you know who you are) and I wanted to say a big thank you.

Anyway, here’s a fluffy Mickey fic because sometimes we need our murder boys sweet.

You knew him better than almost anyone.

Even though you didn’t know about his… extra curricular activities, you knew Mickey.

He was cocky, sarcastic and most of the time a complete ass because that’s simply all he’d ever been. He never allowed anyone to get too close to him in fear they’d disappear like everybody else. He was a performer, an artist. A master of deception and only letting people see what he wanted them too. But once you broke through that hard shell and got to the soft centre, there was a whole different side to him.

Mickey was… sweet, he was romantic and passionate yet remained surrounded by his defensive coating until he finally trusted you enough for you to see it.

After a particularly exhausting day of serving booze to the drunk college assholes in the on campus bar you worked in to make extra money so you could live in an apartment by yourself to avoid having to share a dorm room, you walked toward your door, head pounding and feet aching. You wanted nothing more than to shower and go to sleep in preparation for what would undoubtedly be another shitty day tomorrow.

You rummaged in your bag for your keys but paused for a second outside your door, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard soft music and dishes clanking together. Had someone broken in? Fuck, that was just what you needed.

You pressed your ear to the door to try and hear a little better when you heard a familiar soft humming rendition of the current song playing on your speakers and all the paranoia faded away in an instant, calmly unlocking the door and walking inside.

Mickey was flitting around your tiny kitchen like a hurricane, trying to do far too many things at once.

“Oh, fuck me.” He cussed as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove, grimacing at whatever horrible sight he’d concocted.

“Mick?”

He jumped a little, head snapping in your direction.

“Hey! Hi, you're back!” His cheeks were slightly flushed and his shirt had splatters of food spotted over the light blue material and you raised your eyebrows a little.

“Yeah, there was another fight in the bar. Shit got broken so we decided to close… what are you doing here?” An amused expression crossed your face as Mickey continued to move around the kitchen as you spoke, clearly growing more and more frustrated.

“You uh.. you said the other day you were having a rough week so I thought I’d TRY to do something nice for you. But I… yeah. I can’t cook.” He admitted sheepishly.

As he spoke you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and walked over to him, touched by his effort. “Yeah, I can see that.” You teased, gesturing toward the pots and pans completely wrecked with the burnt food coating the bottom of them. “But thank you, that’s really sweet.”

He shrugged, waving you off with his hand but you caught it, pulling him close to you. “I mean it.” You said softly and he smiled down at you, looking a little bashful.

“Sorry ‘bout your cooking shit.” He said, eyes narrowing at the ruined pans. You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Probably was due to get some new ones anyway.” You let go of his hand and walked around him to turn off the stove and grabbed a garbage bag, dumping the pots and pans inside. “I’ll throw them out and buy some new ones tomorrow.”

“Oh, I did do one thing right!”

You tied the bag, placing it down before looking at him.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He grinned at you, gesturing for you to follow him as he left the kitchen and walked down the hall to your bathroom. You followed him sceptically, unsure of whatever the hell he had awaiting you but was taken aback when you entered your bathroom after him to see he’d run you a beautiful bubble bath, candles scattered around the whole room with your favourite song playing softly on your other pair of speakers. Whatever he’d used in the bath smelt of honeysuckle and lavender, the smells oddly complimenting each other.

Mickey dipped his hand in the bath before smiling proudly to himself and turning to face you. “I might be a shit cook but I can run a mean fucking bath.”

You didn’t respond, staring at the bubbles until they blurred into fuzzy white spots, a tear falling down your cheek. “Hey, hey, hey! Why are you crying?” Mickey’s voice sounded alarmed as he moved in front of you, his hand automatically reaching forward to wipe the fallen tears.

“I… no one’s ever done anything like this for me.” You felt slightly pathetic for crying, trying to move your head so Mickey wouldn’t see your face but he held your cheeks in his hand, beautiful face soft and affectionate.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was gonna make you cry, baby.” He still looked a little anxious, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“No! No, these are happy tears.” You assured him, sniffling a little. His hands dropped from your face and slid down your arms, seeming at least a little comforted as he said, “still.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up on your toes so you could bury your face into the crook of his neck. He let out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades and burrowing his face into your messy hair.

“You stink.” He mumbled into it making you laugh and pull back, playfully smacking his arm.

“Yeah genius, I work in a college bar of course I stink.”

“Want me to help you?” He gestured toward the bath before his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, a broad smile on his beautiful face as you nodded eagerly.

“Lift your arms.”

You obeyed, raising your arms above your head so he could pull your shirt off of you, placing it carefully on top of your laundry basket. His hands moved down to your jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper slowly, smirking a little at your soft shiver when his warm fingers made contact with your skin. “Easy babe, we’re just taking a bath.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly nudging his hands away so you could remove your jeans along with your underwear, turning to toss them on top of your shirt.

When you turned back round Mickey was already naked and your eyes automatically dropped to his package before quickly diverting away, making him laugh again.

“Giggly prick.” You muttered as he climbed into the bubbly water, opening his arms out for you to climb in in front of him.

You took his hand, sighing happily at the perfectly warm water before you sat down between his legs, head resting back against his shoulder. He leaned forward, picking up your washcloth and dipping it into the water and wringing it out a little before he smoothed it over your chest, his head resting softly against yours.

“You’re being very sweet tonight.” You said softly, hearing his breathy laugh in your ear.

“You sound surprised. I can be sweet.” He defended himself in mock offence.

“I know, but never like this.”

It was quiet for a moment as Mickey continued to gently wash your aching body. The warm water in combination with his hot body was relaxing your tight muscles in a way that almost had you floppy in his arms.

“Am I really that bad?“ he murmured into your ear.

You frowned a little, lifting and turning your head so you were looking at him. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“No, no it’s okay. I know how I can be sometimes, and I guess in addition to me doing this because you’ve had a bad week it’s also to show you how much I care about you.”

You leaned up a little so you could press your lips to his cheek softly before sinking back into his arms, head leaning back again against his shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed.

“There’s also another reason.”

“Mm?“ you hummed absentmindedly. You felt his heart rate pick up and his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he swallowed, as if he was terrified of whatever he was about to say.

“I uh…” he sighed, face burrowing even further into your shoulder. “I love you.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what he had just said. “Y- you what?” You twisted around so his head moved off your shoulder and he was forced to look at you.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face and you struggled to turn all the way round to face him in the bath, and he laughed as he gripped your elbow to help you. “Steady, steady.” He said softly.

“You love me?” You whisper once you are facing him. You were straddling him, knees either side of his thighs and your hands resting on his chest while his rested on your hips under the water as you looked into his eyes, trying and failing to stop the tears from welling up again.

He bobbed his head once and even in the dim light of the flickering candles you saw his cheeks flush slightly.

“You don’t have to say it back!” He suddenly said quickly. “Please don’t feel like you have to say it b-“

“I love you too.”

A relieved sigh came out of Mickey’s mouth and his lips turned up into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “Thank fucking god.” He whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

#i needed to write this for me #i feel ✨soothed✨#i love him so much #my favourite lil guy #EVER #scream #mickey altieri #scream 2 #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri fluff #mickey altieri x you #slasher x reader

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skylarstark4826 · 22 days ago

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Rain pattered down on the forest, making a pleasant drumming sound in the leafy canopy. A young Mo'at lounged on a limb high above the ground. He is always surprised to find me in the jungle instead of somewhere in Hometree like the others, she thought with amusement.

She loved the wild jungle. It was where she heard Eywa best. Oh, she could hear the All Mother well enough in the teeming anthill that was the Omaticaya Clan's ancestral home, but she could feel the presence of the goddess all around her here so easily.

It was that very trait – her need to spend time along in the jungle every now and then – that had intrigued the young warrior. Eytukan knew that she was tsahik. Everyone did. But he was convinced that there was some other secret that drew her there. One of the things that made him one of the best warriors of his generation was his curiosity. He was never content to let a mystery rest. And so what better way to pique his interest than by being mysterious? Mo'at chuckled to herself.

Though Mo'at was not a hunter, she was more skilled at moving unseen through the jungle than many, for both her parents werehunters and good ones at that. It was inevitable that some skills would rub off on their daughter. Anyone well practiced in the hunters'-gift would be able to find her easily, but those who were not practiced would have a harder time. Those not hunter-gifted would never see her, if she did not want to be seen. She found it a useful talent from time to time. Such as now.

Mo'at's eyes were closed; given the fog and rain, her sight would be all but useless in this soup. Her ears were at full extension, her mouth slightly open to improve her hearing that little extra bit, as her parents had taught her.

She soon caught a sound that was out of place amid the pattering raindrops. A soft scuffle. It was brief, but enough to catch and direct her attention. She waited. The sound came again, a foot cautiously placed, and she smiled. She had him. Eytukan was a warrior, first and foremost; though he was a decent hunter he would never be able to match the stealth that those with hunters-gift – or someone taught by those who did - could manage.

The tsahik waited patiently until he came into range, and then her hand flickered. A small pebble pulled from the lake next to Hometree flew through the air. She heard the thwack as it hit the target squarely – and then muffled oaths that would have made her mother grab the young man by the nearest ear and haul him off to his parents for chastisement if she had been there to hear it.

Mo'at couldn't help giggling. "You make enough noise for a whole herd of angtsik," she called, and lounged indolently on the branch to exaggerate the insult.

Eytukan rubbed the top of his head where the stone had hit him. "That stung!" he complained.

"Serves you right, sneaking up on someone like that. What kind of warrior are you, to complain about a pebble on the head? Maybe you should be a child-tender, you could catch all the toy ikran that the little ones throw around. Or would that be too rough for you?"

He dropped his hand and muttered, "Warrior enough to catch one annoying apprentice tsahik!" and lunged.

Mo'at, of course, was nowhere near the spot he grabbed for. She'd had her exit route carefully planned from the start. Her deceptively indolent posture masked strategically placed hands and feet. As soon as the young man made his move she bailed off the tree limb. Eytukan came upon empty space and a teasing chuckle in his ears. Again.

"What are you doing out here?" he roared in frustration.

"Playing with an apprentice warrior's tiny mind. It's not hard," came the taunting reply as Mo'at vanished into the fog.

Eytukan took his confusion where he usually did. "The girl is driving me mad, Sirtey!" he complained to his best friend. "I knowshe's doing something out there, but I can never catch her at it to find out what it is!"

The young hunter was amused. He'd lost count of how many times the warrior had come to him with a similar litany. "So give it up," he suggested. "It can't be that important, whatever it is. Forget about it."

"I can't!" Eytukan repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. "It feels like she's doing it deliberately, just to taunt me! If I give up then she'll win! I can't let that happen."

"Then change tactics," his heart-brother suggested.

It caught the young man off guard. "Change tactics? What do you mean?"

"Every single time this happens you go tearing off into the jungle like an enraged angtsik, and every time you fail," the hunter explained. "It's obvious that that tactic won't work. Try another."

The warrior was baffled. "Another? What other? What do you mean?"

Sirtey muttered a Na'vi proverb under his breath about warriors having rocks for brains, and asked, "Are you trying to kill her – or catch her? Eytukan, you're using the wrong weapon – and the wrong bait. "

He watched the expression of confusion on his friend's face turn into thoughtfulness – and then brighten with inspiration. "Thanks, Sirtey, you're the best! I have to go get something!"

The hunter chuckled to himself as the warrior hared off into the woods. I think Mo'at's hunting is going quite well.

A few days later, Eytukan saw the tsahik slip away into the jungle after the evening meal. He knew that she would be aware of him following her – in fact, this time he was counting on it. He let her get a bit of a head start and then headed out after her, taking care to track her the way he usually did – clumsily.

Mo'at had seen him prowling around the base of Hometree, of course, and didn't attempt to hide her path for the first little bit. She didn't want him to give up too soon. She had a place in mind and headed for a small river that emptied into the lake. When she was far enough upstream she went high into the canopy and found a good hiding spot in which to sit comfortably and wait.

The tsahik listened as she had done many times before, focusing all her attention on her ears when she anticipated that Eytukan might be coming into range. There were a few long moments of silence.

Then the unmistakable music of a flute sounded nearby.

Her eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise.

Eytukan's eyes were closed, concentrating on playing the instrument he had crafted out of hollow-pole wood. When he finished every courting-song he knew, he opened his eyes – to see Mo'at standing in front of him. "You never told me you could play," she stated with wonder.

He smiled and rested his hands on his knees. "There are many things I have never told you," he said softly. "Perhaps we could speak of a few of them?"

"Perhaps," the tsahik replied, "After you play me another song."

#eytukan #mo'at #avatar #avatar fanart #avatar 2009 #Eytukan x Mo’at #Mo’at x Eytukan #Eytukan and Mo’at #Mo’at and Eytukan #Eytukan #Mo’at #Moat #Eytoka't #Motukan

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fizziepopangel · 2 years ago

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Hey! I really liked your helluva boss headcanons, they're very interesting and realistic! Do you have any for Stolas? 😀

I do actually have a few! Ask and you shall receive, my friend! I hope you enjoy😋

“Oh shit. Am I in danger right now?”

When he was young, the prince built little communities for the toads and frogs that he found within the garden sometimes. This is what sparked his joy for being in the garden and he still tries his best to make the palace garden comfortable for the small amphibians that he sometimes comes across there.

Despite being a powerful demon, Stolas hates horror movies because he scares far easier than he cares to admit.

He has bald spots from where he's pulled out his feathers during panic attacks or times of overwhelming stress but learned to hide them well over the years.

Stolas is easily excited by small things which can easily be seen through his daughter’s social media where she frequently posts pictures of her father reacting in childlike wonder to things most people wouldn’t think twice about.

Baby Stolas was bathed in a bird bath the same way babies are bathed in the sink sometimes when they're really small.

Sometimes Stolas will sleep with his old stuffed animal. It brought him comfort as a child and though he's a bit embarrassed to admit it to most people, it still brings him comfort after nightmares.

He understands his duties as a member of the Goetia family, but he always wanted to be an artist or botanist rather than a prince.

Stolas’ primary love language is physical touch which tends to make him a wonderful, affectionate partner and friend…. Unfortunately, the prince also experiences touch starvation quite easily.

The abuse he took from Stella worsened after she became pregnant with Octavia because she soon found he would give in to any demand she had if it meant keeping their daughter safe if she even acted as if she might threaten the child in some way.

He suffers from migraines due to poor vision because he's struggled with focusing both sets of his eyes at once since he was a kid. His father never took him seriously and he was often teased by others about having one set of eyes closed to both help him focus on things and get rid of his migraines…. He still does this sometimes when he's alone because he's still afraid of being teased or seen as weak.

He has a deep appreciation for classical music, but he loves dancing around to trashy pop music more than he likes listening to the classics people are used to hearing him listen to.

Blitz can be quite rough with him in bed and despite enjoying it for the most part, he wants something more… sensual sometimes. He had hoped it would be after their date at Ozzie's.

He's put off teaching Via magic because he doesn't want her to grow up just yet but he's found that their magic lessons are often some of their best bonding activities and he learns much more than he thought he would about his daughter with each lesson they stumble through.

The demon prince is still afraid of the dark. Only his daughter knows.

He uses his human form to attend pride parades in the human realm. He loves it and has made many human friends in the years he’s attended.

Stolas doesn’t use his full demon form very often because despite how well he hides it, it takes a lot of energy and it leaves him fairly exhausted.

Unbeknownst to everyone aside from Blitz, Stolas keeps a journal of poetry he writes.

Despite the fact that they are one of the lowest classes species in hell, Stolas doesn’t necessarily view imps in that manner because he sees himself as having been raised by them since he was raised more so by the imps who served his family than his parents.

He has a major sweet tooth and chocolate ice cream with whipped cream and cherries on top is his favorite sweet treat.

Stolas tends to his garden daily and has named each and every one of the plants he cares for.

#fizziepop thoughts #helluva headcanon #helluva boss #vivziepop #stolas goetia #helluva boss stolas #stolitz #helluva boss octavia #requested by anon #requested headcanons #stolas needs a hug #Yes stolas is one of my favorite characters

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 2 years ago

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YKWIM

Satori Tendou x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Reader was really just trying to help Tendou through some rough times and Tendou snapped at her >:(, sad Tendou

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I've noticed that everyone really liked the Tendou smut I posted a couple of days ago and I've been so happy to see the reblogs and likes that its gotten! I've been recovering from being sick for the past six days and I don't know why I'm on such a Satori kick lately! He's a huge comfort character for me I feel, so I wrote SO MANY fics for him. I'll post them all and then I'll move on from posts about him, I'm sorry😭 Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Feel free to send in an ask if you have a request or even just some feedback:)

Author's note pt.2: I listened to YKWIM by Yot Club while I was writing this, so you can tell why my title is the name of the song hehe lolol. I reccommend listening to it while you read, I find that it really adds on to the atmosphere at the beginning of this :)

~Mod Shoyo

“How long has Tendou-senpai been like this?” A worried Goshiki spoke up.

Semi sighed. “Since he snapped at Y/N the other day.”

Tendou looked like a mess. His normally spiked hair was disheveled and limp. The bags under his eyes got darker. (which mostly everyone thought was impossible) His ruby eyes were puffy and bloodshot. No one knew what to do or how to help him. But Tendou didn’t want any help. He just wanted his apology to be accepted finally so he can have her back. He needed her back.

“He snapped at Y/N?” Reon queried in disbelief. “Man, I wonder what got him so riled up,”

Goshiki looked at his upperclassman with teary eyes. He’d never seen Tendou look so dejected, so depressed. Tendou was always the morale booster. He was the teammate to make everyone feel better and to lift them up. But who was going to make him feel better?

Their middle blocker had lost his smile.

Ushijima stared at Satori from the opposite side of the court. His eyes held the same monotone nature that most people assumed, but in reality, he was actually worried for his friend. Wakatoshi shifted his gaze to the left and noticed the rest of the players just staring at the guess blocker from afar. Nothing was going to change if someone didn’t at least try and help. As the player that Tendou was closest to, Ushijima took it upon himself to make the first move.

“Satori-san,” Tendou looked up, his eyes widening slightly when Ushijima stood in front of him. “You’re going to severely hurt your back if you keep slouching. You should get some rest.”

Tendou looked down at the floor and sniffled. Tears welled up in his eyes for the umpteenth time and fell onto the gym floor. Ushijima didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how Tendou liked to be comforted in times like this. Hell, he’d never thought he would ever see him like this in the first place.

“Come on Satori, let’s get you some water.” Ushijima blurted out.

Tendou walked away with the ace of Shiratorizawa, sniffling and letting his sobs rack his shoulders a bit louder now. Once they made it to the vending machine closest to the gym, Ushijima pulled out some loose coins from the pocket of his jacket and paid for water. Tendou looked at his reflection in the glass of the machine and sighed.

“I made her cry Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou admitted. He shut his eyes tightly and let out another sob. “I made her cry.”

Ushijima remained silent. “She was just trying to help and I made her cry.” While most figured the only thing that was ever on Ushijima’s mind was volleyball, he actually was very attentive to the ones close to him. Tendou being one of them.

He knew all about Y/N. Tendou liked to talk about her a lot. She was a manager for Karasuno, Ushijima had actually seen her in person and got introduced to her when they played Karasuno in a match. Tendou was on fire that day. He was trying so hard to impress Y/N, and while Ushijima could argue that she served as a distraction for the guess blocker, she actually fueled him to play his best. Everything about Y/N brought out the best in him, and Ushiwaka knew how much she meant to his friend. He felt horrible for him.

Tendou was in a slump. That was easy for Y/N to notice the second she walked into his dorm to visit him. Her eyes softened at the sight of her boyfriend looking so glum. She dropped everything she had brought with her right next to his door and rushed over to him.

“Tori, what’s the matter love?” She cooed, sitting next to him on his bed. Tendou just stayed quiet. This was worse than she thought. “Do you need anything?”

Tendou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need space.”

Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Sp-Space?” Did he just need a few minutes of alone time? Or did he need space away from her completely, from their relationship? Y/N tried to not let her overthinking get the best of her, but the way he phrased his answer really didn’t help that at all.

“What?” That’s all that she could muster up. Ask him to repeat himself; ask him for clarification.

An annoyed growl left Tendou’s lips and he stood up from his bed. Y/N straightened her posture and jumped at how suddenly he moved away from her.

“Space! I need you to not breathe down my neck and ask me a million questions like you always do! I need you to leave me alone so I can sort through all the shit that's going on right now!”

Y/N was shocked. She was paralyzed and found it difficult to move her limbs. “T-Tendou whatever it is, I’m here for you! You’re not alone,”

“That’s the thing, Y/N.” Using her first name rather than the million pet names he had given her always did something to her. Hearing him use it in such a vain and angry tone was enough to make tears well up in her eyes. “You can’t just let me sort these out on my own. You always have to squeeze yourself into the midst of the problem and I just want five fucking minutes where you just shut the hell up and stop asking me so many fucking questions!”

He was yelling now. His voice was echoing throughout the room, even worse, his words were echoing in her mind. Did she really annoy him that much? Pester him with so many questions that he could never think straight? Did that mean he lied to her whenever he told her how much she’s helped him work through issues?

She’d never heard him so angry before. “Tendou, why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed and adorned a smile on his face despite his anger.

“Because I have a million other fucking things on my plate, Y/N. God for fucks sake, are you really that stupid?" Her heart stung with that one.

"That school in France I applied to? Rejected me. I haven’t heard back from any of the safety schools, I don’t have the money even with a scholarship to make it to my culinary school, and I can’t find any jobs right now that are gonna hire me in time to make the payment! The least of my worries right now is telling you that you ask me too many questions and fucking hound me like a lap dog trying to get answers and reassurance out of me!”

Y/N burst into tears, her sniffles now joining the sounds of his anguish. She wiped at her eyes vigorously (Something she did because she hated when people watched her cry).

“Dear god, stop with the tears already.”

If looks could kill, Tendou would be gutted, sliding against the wall of his room drowning in his own blood. The tears burned as they slid down Y/N’s face. The second Satori finished his sentence, he saw her heart shatter right before his very eyes. He didn’t have the right mindset to calm down and realize what he had just done. His chest was heaving with anger, but the look on Y/N’s face was finally snapping him back to reality.

She couldn’t even bring herself to say another word. She simply stood up from his bed and went to the front of his door where she had dropped all of her things. She picked everything up off the floor and opened the door.

“I’m going home. I’ll give you your fucking space.” She choked out.

She slammed the door to his room behind her and he could hear her footsteps retreating. He sank to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed into his palms. His shoulders were racking with cries. He let out harsh screams into his hands and cursed at himself for hours. He fell asleep on the floor, phone in his hand.

He was waiting for her to text him that she had made it to her house safely, but it never came.

Ushijima sighed. As the water fell into the crater at the bottom of the vending machine, his tall figure stooped down to grab it and hand it to Tendou. He popped the cap open for him and shoved it in front of his face.

“Drink this. It’ll help you calm down.”

Tendou let out a shaky sigh and took a sip from the bottle with quivering lips, even as he sipped on the drink, he was sniffling and tears were still gliding down his cheeks. The red head lowered the bottle and now just held the cold drink in his clammy hands.

“You need to apologize to Y/N.” Ushijima stated. “What you said really hurt her feelings and not apologizing is what’s keeping you like this.”

Tendou sniffled. “I can’t lose her Wakatoshi. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I- I let bad habits from my past push her away from me.”

A soft grunt left Ushijima. Tendou looked up at his best friend with a newfound respect. “Go apologize to her. That’s what will make her realize that she misses you as much as you do her.”

Ushijima went back into the gym and left Tendou by himself. The silence gave him the willpower to realize that Ushijima was right. He needed to show her that he’s been a mess ever since he made her cry and he needed to get her back.

Tendou was quickly on the next bus to Karasuno. He knew that she would be at the practice helping them. So would the entire team, but they were an obstacle he was willing to overcome to get to her. The bus hissed and the brakes squeaked as he rushed off. He dashed over to the Karasuno gym. His ears rang with the sounds of volleyballs hitting the waxed gym floor. He threw the door open and the sound alone was enough to get everyone’s attention.

Tendou bowed quickly. “I need to speak with Y/N,” He blurted out. “Please.”

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.

“You have got a LOT of fucking nerve to show up here after what you did Satori,” Daichi scowled from across the gym.

“Coach,” Y/N bowed. “I’m so sorry for the interruption. May I be excused for just a couple minutes?”

Ukai turned and looked at Tendou. He couldn’t help but think about how much this kid looked like shit. Serves him right for being the reason Y/N showed up to practice so sad. Not even Ukai could bear to look at her looking the way she did.

“You let us know if you need some help, alright? I’ll send Noya and Tanaka out there if you need anything.”

Noya and Tanaka puffed their chests out and walked their manager over to Tendou. Once she stepped out the door, Tanaka grabbed Tendou by the collar of the black hoodie he was wearing. Noya scowled and got up in Tendou’s face.

“Listen here, if she comes in here looking half as bad as she did a couple days ago, we will beat you into a fucking pulp.” Tanaka threatened,

“Our manager means everything to us, so the second that I hear a sniffle or a tear drop hit the floor, you better count the fucking seconds you have left before we beat your ass. And that’s a promise from the whole team.” Noya growled.

Tendou cleared his throat. He had so many smart comments to say to the two second years. But right now, the only thing that mattered was that he got to talk to Y/N.

“I’m here to set things right. I know how much she means to you monster children, but she means more to me. Now fucking let go of me,”

Tanaka shoved Tendou out of his grip and watched with narrow eyes as he stepped outside with Y/N. Contrary to popular assumption, the entire Karasuno team, including the coaches, went to the windows to listen in on their manager's conversation with Tendou. It was so wrong of them, and all of them knew that, but not only did they wanna make sure Y/N was okay, they needed to hear how apologetic that cocky Shiratorizawa blocker really was.

“Paradise, I came here to tell you how sorry I am about the other night. For me to push all of that frustration and fear onto you wasn’t right of me at all and you didn’t deserve to be yelled at the way you were.” Tendou began. “The second I saw those tears fall from your eyes I knew I fucked up. I-I was just so angry and I fell back into my old habit of just pushing everyone away. Now that I have you, I understand that I can’t do that anymore.”

Y/N looked up into his bloodshot orbs. He was being so sincere, she was glad he finally realized he fucked up. But she wasn’t going to just forgive him without speaking about what was on her mind. He needed to feel like shit for what he put her through.

“Thank you for finally speaking up about it. I was waiting for you to apologize.” She admitted. “Look, I know that I can get annoying with the questions I ask, I’ll give you that. But what you need to understand is that I’m throwing everything aside in my life, EVERYTHING, just so I can find solutions to your problems. All I ever want is to help you Satori, and for you to just blow up at me and fucking tell me you need space? You can’t tell me that there wasn’t room for me to think that you wanted to break up with me.”

Tendou froze. She really thought he was breaking up with her? Maybe that’s why she was as upset as she was, and why his words stung as much as they did. She thought that he was leaving her.

“I’m glad you realized that you were wrong. And thank you for apologizing to me. But I need to know that something like this isn’t going to happen again.”

Tendou stammered. For once, there was no snarky comment, no immediate answer for what she was asking of him. The middle blocker looked down at his feet, then he met her eyes.

“I’ll communicate with you more. I should’ve told you about my schools and everything and letting it build up wasn’t good at all. I’m going to be more upfront with you even about the things I’m scared to talk about. I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; you’re my paradise.”

Her heart melted at his words. “I promise you, I will never ever make tears fall from those pretty eyes ever again. It broke my heart to see you leave so angry at me, and it hurt me even more to know that it was my fault. Please, please forgive me.”

She paused. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and Tendou’s face fell. She missed him so much and it had taken her so long to not go and find him, to grovel at his feet and apologize for leaving him the way she did.

She threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. He placed his head onto the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. He missed her so much.

“I missed you 'Tori,” She mumbled into his hoodie. “I’m so sorry,”

“Don’t apologize paradise, I’m just glad to have you back now. For good.”

Tendou lifted her chin up towards him and stooped down to place his lips onto hers. The slight chap on his lips meant nothing to her, she was just glad that she had her Satori back. She missed how his lips molded with hers. He missed having someone to run to when he was feeling down.

She was his everything. And he was so glad to not have lost her.

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emithecharmer · 2 years ago

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Always There

Fluff, reader is having a hard time with school, crying, hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers, the word 'bra.' Sorry for any mistakes!!

You knocked on the door of your friend's dorm, hoping that whoever answered didn't question the mascara tear stains on your face. Minho opened the door, and when he saw it was you, he smiled, only to take a good look at your face and immediately move to the side to let you in.

"He's in his room." He said, letting you go quickly with a small pat on your shoulder.

You paced through the short hallway, knocking on Jeongin's door and opening it when you heard him.

"Hyung! I said don't come in-" He stopped when he turned around and saw your face. Puffy, red, black mascara that was probably all over your face from rubbing it so much.

"Oh my..Come here.." He opened his arms, standing up so he could hold you better as you rushed into his arms. You two stood there for a few minutes, you sobbed into his chest as he held you, rubbing your back softly and nodding comfortingly. You felt bad, hoping he didn't mind the stains that were indefinitely going to be on his shirt, but that was the last thing on his mind.

"Can you talk to me, tell me what's up?" He asked, pushing you away a small distance, enough to see your face.

"School, is just..Innie sometimes I just feel so dumb." You wailed, rushing back into his chest.

"I get the feeling, and I'm so sorry you feel that way. But, Y/n, you are the smartest person I know. You teach me new things everyday. I love when you text me random facts you've learned." He felt you smile a bit, causing him to giggle.

"Gosh..I'm sorry, I probably look like a mess." You said, stepping out of the hug, only to have him bring you back in.

"You look fine, but, let's get that makeup off, hm? You probably feel sticky." You sniffled and nodded.

"Come into the bathroom, I'll help you." He got some makeup wipes, before telling you to sit on the counter.

"Hm?" You questioned.

"I'll do it, you just relax." He said.

"Close your eyes." You did, letting him wipe off your makeup, even if he was a bit rough, and poked you in the eye once.

"Thank you." You said, watching him throw the wipes in the trash.

"Of course. Now, wanna eat ramen and watch a movie?" He asked, already knowing that you'd say yes.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You asked, making him smile.

"I'll go get the ramen, why don't you pick out a movie." He said.

"Ah, I'll get the ramen, I have to apologize to Minho, for what he saw when he opened the door." Jeongin snorted at that, but walked into his room, letting you walk into the kitchen.

"Hey, feeling better?" Minho asked when he saw you.

"Yeah, sorry for earlier by the way." You blushed slightly, opening the closet and grabbing two bowls of instant ramen.

"Mm, wasn't worried about that." He said, turning off the water while you were grabbing two bowls, making you scowl playfully at him.

"Still."

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, looking away, trying not to seem too concerned.

"Yeah, thank you. Just school." He nodded.

"If you ever need help, you know..You can always ask us." He said, making you smile and side hug him.

"Thank you, Minho, I mean it." You said.

"Go back to your lover boy, I'm sure he's wondering where you are."

"Ramen is served." You said, placing the bowls on Jeongin's small table.

"..So uh, not to like be nosy..But is there something going on with you and Minho?" He asked, making you frown in confusion.

"Like beef or something?" You asked.

"No- Like, I remember you telling me you had a crush on someone in the group a while ago.."

"I did?" You went through your memories, trying to remember when you'd said that.

"To be fair, I don't think you'd slept in like two days, when you said it."

"Ah."

"But..Is it him? Do you like Minho?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Not romantically, he's like a big brother to me." He nodded at your answer, picking up chopsticks to start eating.

"I'm tired." You yawned, scooting closer to Jeongin, who pulled you in closer.

"You sleeping here?" He asked.

"Is that okay?"

"'Course. You need clothes?" You nodded, groaning when he got up and went to his closet.

"I going to be honest, I don't have any bottoms that'll fit you, unless you're good with them falling off in the middle of the night." He said.

"So pantless or..pantless?" You asked.

"Basically." He said, throwing you a sweatshirt.

"Turn around, please." You said, making sure he was facing the wall before you took off you shirt and bra.

"Why'd you ask? If I had a crush on Minho?" You asked, suddenly.

"Because I do."

"You have a crush on Minho?" You giggled.

"Wha- No! You, dummy." He squawked, hitting your arm softly.

"I like you too." You laughed out, trying to catch your breath.

"You do?" He asked in bewilderment.

"Why do you think I came to you today?" You asked, making him shrug.

"I- I don't know, I just thought because you needed someone to comfort you."

"I didn't need someone to comfort me, I needed you to comfort me." You clarified, making him smile and roll you over to face him.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, waiting for you nod of confirmation. When you nodded, his smiled widened as he lent down, kissing your nose, and then your lips, pulling away after a few seconds.

"From now on, come to me when you feel like that. I'm always there for you." You smiled at him and nodded.

"I will." He smiled, leaning down again, kissing your lips, and pulling you closer, lulling you both into a deep sleep.

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wallfloweresque · 3 months ago

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[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { MALACHI DUBOIS } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { HE/HIM } is? they kind of look like { RICKY WHITTLE } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 43 } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { 8 YEARS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { NOAH CALHOUN } from { THE NOTEBOOK }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { SHOREFIT GYM } as a { OWNER/ PHYSICAL TRAINER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE LOST SOUL } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can be pretty { CLOSED OFF } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { EMPATHETIC } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { ONE ROOM } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

details (military, war, death tw)

Ariana Dubois was seventeen when she fell pregnant. Perhaps this wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been anyone was else, but as the only daughter of an upper class family, there were appearances to upkeep. Ariana never did confess the name of her son’s father.

Malachi Dubois was a quiet child. His grandparents hated him for what he represented – the ruination of all of the plans they’d had for their only daughter – but Ariana loved her son with all of her heart.

When he was 15, Malachi was caught with a group of boys from the other side of town. They were everything his family was not – lower class, rough around the edges, and accepting of him – and he loved them. It was his idea to vandalize the private school he attended. It wasn’t supposed to be anything too serious, just a bit of graffiti. When they were caught, Malachi got off with a stern warning due to his grandparent’s influence. His friends did not fair as well.

Shortly after his 21st birthday, Malachi's mother died. Having no other family to speak of, Malachi enlisted in the army. He was running away and he knew it. At the time, he'd been in a relationship -- they'd been together for nearly a year and promised to make things work long distance. At first, they made every effort to keep in touch through letters, care packages, phone calls when they could, but after some time, contact began to peter off. Malachi's life was with his brothers now, and that wasn't something a civilian could understand.

While serving overseas, the Humvee that Malachi was in was hit by an IED. He was shipped home shortly after, a shell of a man. The wounds healed, but the scars ran deeper than the physical. He couldn’t sleep. He had so much anger in him that he couldn’t even recognize himself anymore.

It was then that Malachi moved to Palmview. One of his brothers had spoken highly of the place while overseas and Mal was determined to find out what the hype was about.

In the time that he'd been away, both of his grandparents had passed and Malachi had inherited their wealth, but was determined not to use it.

It's been nearly a decade since he's lived in Florida. The state has been kind to him. His PTSD is well-managed, he currently owns his own gym where he works as a personal trainer, and he's the proud dad of a German Shepherd named Athena.

potential connections:

friends: specifically a best friend

fellow vets: mal actively attends therapeutic groups at the VA to help him manage his PTSD. he also seeks to ensure that the gym is a safe place for fellow vets. I imagine that a group of them meet up for monthly (or more frequent as needed) hangouts to keep tabs on one another's mental health

romantic things (f/m/nb): notably, the ex who sent him a dear john letter; but outside of that, Mal is trying to get back into the romantic game. he's not exactly great at it but it's trying. so I imagine flings, failed dates, etc etc

fellow dog owners

half sibling(s)

employees

#palmviewintro #malachi.#i'll make a graphic later #have gifs until then

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bluelolblue · 12 days ago

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Lustrous Heartglow

Summary: It's Santino's and John's first Christmas together as husbands in their private home. With no one to interrupt them, they enjoy their time under the firelight, trying out some gifts, lost in each other and turning this night into something a lot more deeper, filled with endless pleasure.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: This fic is a gift to @mrssimply for our 1 year anniversary of becoming friends! January 25th, I'm a little late with this gift since it took me longer than I thought (and the fic got long ehehe) but I also wanted it to be good and I really worked hard on it ;).

Thank you for being such a good friend, support, comfort and a beta reader to me, it means a lot to me and I really appreciate it more than I can express it. It's been a whole year already, I still can't believe that time passed so quickly and now we're here! I'm very glad I got to meet you and become friends with you :). You've helped me a lot, even before we knew each other when I was reading your fics, got me through rough times, really helped me a lot. Thank you again, I'll forever be thankful and I can't wait to share more with you! As another way to thank you, this is 11k words of lovely moments with our favorite dolls heheh, I hope you'll like it! >:] ❤️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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The snow seemed to not slow down, heavy snowflakes coloring the outside of the private Wick D'Antonio mansion. While it looked beautiful, and it finally felt festive, the Camorra prince preferred staying inside with his husband by his side to stay warm with him.

The living room was nice and cozy with an added fireplace, making the room look more nostalgic and unique. It served a perfect purpose now, not only to keep the room heated, but to heat some other things up.

Not only that, but a special, hand picked by Santino, soft, fuzzy and white rug highlighted the area. It was in the middle of the room, near the fireplace and it was purposely placed there.

Their living room, aside from the bedroom, was one of their favorite places to spend time together. On the couch with warm coffee, tea or wine… or on the rug.

The blanket served no purpose at the moment, tossed messily on the side for later, and the sound of wet and slow kisses, followed by occasional praises and sighs of pleasure from the D'Antonio filled the room.

“Good, you're doing so well,” Santino praised, smirking down at John who was kneeling in front of his lover’s parted legs, glancing up at him as he pressed worshipful kisses over his thighs and hips. However, it wasn't that simple.

“Can I touch you now?” He asked quietly and looked up innocently at the Camorra prince who was sprawled on the couch as if he was sitting on a throne. John gave one more testing kiss on his inner thigh, too close to Santino's balls and his lover had to correct him.

Santino tugged on the leash, making the other man gasp and lean back to look at him. “No. Not yet. You said you'll be good and patient for me, remember?” He purred and caressed John's face, brushing his thumb near his lips.

“Yeah,” the other man sighed and nodded, adjusting on his knees as his dick, trapped in the cockcage, twitched as it desperately tried to grow more and the butt plug that shifted against his prostate made everything feel more intense. But John loved it. Loved that it was also pleasing his husband.

The Camorra prince smirked and hummed in satisfaction when John sucked a bruise on his inner thigh, claiming him and it was something Santino wanted.

“How do you feel? Think you can handle it?” He teased and pulled on the leash again.

John groaned, his fingers just inches away from Santino's balls and cock. “I'm okay. I think I can…” He paused to breathe out a soft moan when he instinctively moved his hips to feel the plug. “J-just… want to feel you.”

His partner chuckled softly at that, ruffling through his hair as if he were a dog, and he was his dog now. Leashed and waiting for commands. “Oh, John,” Santino murmured and patted his head, “You will, but don't rush me. You won't get anything like that. I gave you permission to mark me all you want, that should satisfy you, no?” He tilted his head playfully.

“Yes… right,” John agreed, even if he was very tempted to take his cock in his mouth and suck him even if he was half hard.

It seemed like Santino read his mind when he reached for his dick, slowly stroking himself, just an inch away from John’s cheek.

“Go on. I'm waiting.”

Read the rest on ao3

#there's so much sexy time here >:]#all imma say here is idk how they'll recover from this LMAO #my longest oneshot fic that's a gift! :]#i hope it's good and hot eheheh i tried my best i worked on it for months >:]#santino d’antonio #santino d'antonio #john wick #wickedsaint #john wick x santino d'antonio #my writing #wickblr

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morbiderotica · 2 years ago

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omg i loved the mello hcs, can i request the same but for matt? thanku

─ ★ headcanons ... tw: implied suicide, addiction + more.

♡ he was the last of the main boys to leave wammys

♡ he was pretty content with his life at wammys, yk he was provided with everything

♡ he did develop abandonment issues, watching his best friend leave wasn't exactly easy for him

♡ and he definitely carries around guilt for how mello left

"matt. wake up." mello shook matt awake. "dude, go away." matt groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. mello sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "matt." mello tried again, whisper shouting his name. matt refused to respond, willing to hear whatever mello had to say the next day. "okay then. sleep well, i guess." mello whispered before leaving.

♡ when mello left, that's when matt started smoking and playing video games

♡ the video games served as a distraction and the cigarettes killed him slowly

♡ for the longest time matt thought mello left because he brushed him off so he felt like he didn't deserve to be healthy per se

♡ and mello only calling when he was drunk out of his mind or tripping on acid didn't help

♡ he didn't really have much free time between leaving wammy's and joining the mafia

♡ he was terrified at first, knowing literally no one besides mello and these guys literally killed people for a living

♡ his smoking was at an all time high, going through multiple packs a day

♡ he tried to hide it from mello but that only worked for 2 or 3 weeks

"can i borrow some money?" matt desperately asked mello after spending the day gathering the courage to even ask. "for what?" mello inquired, rightfully wanting to know why his friend needed his money. "nevermind." matt went to leave before mello could ask any more questions but it seemed mello already knew. "for cigarettes?" matt stopped in his tracks.

"i saw the empty packs in the trash." matt mentally cursed himself for putting so many packs in an empty trashcan. "it's gonna kill you, y'know." matt stopped himself from making a dumb joke like 'that's the point' or 'not before one of the guys who carry a gun everywhere does'. "it would be inconvenient if you died." matt knew that was mello's way of saying he cared. "sorry." matt muttered before leaving the room.

♡ eventually he got used to all of it, cutting down on the cigarettes barely

♡ when he was shot all he could think about was mello

♡ even with all those bullet wounds he was slowly dying for a few minutes

♡ he was scared he failed mello like somehow him being shot was going to fuck the plan up

♡ and he thought about how mello said his death would be inconvenient

♡ he was just really distressed in his last moments

─ ★ bonus

♡ he gets these really rough episodes where he can't eat or sleep

♡ it drives mello insane because he doesn't understand what the hell matt is doing

♡ and then a few days later it's like nothing happened and matt's back to his usual self

♡ dare i say he had a wet dream of mello once

♡ he couldn't physically look mello in the eyes for 2 weeks

♡ he will take that to the grave no matter how much mello pesters matt to tell him

♡ he kinda misses near and has tried to reach out a couple times

♡ they weren't that close at wammy's but still, matt felt the need to make sure he was okay

♡ near usually doesn't answer, but this one time he did, and matt almost had a heart attack

#─ ♡ death note #death note #matt death note #mail jeevas #matt #mail jeevas headcanons #matt headcanons #deathnote

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dangraccoon · 2 years ago

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 2: Acquainted

Summary: Lt. Vale gets an introduction to her new squad, Clone Force 99. The Bad Batch is surprised by their new teammate.

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of previous character death

Author’s Note: thank you everyone for the warm reception on my first chapter! Y’all make my heart so happy! 💛

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“Lieutenant Vale’?” Hunter murmured. “Nat-born?”

“Yes,” Tech confirmed. “Although the files on her are not extensive, the verbal reports from the regs she served with in the 212th are mostly positive.”

“Mostly?” Crosshair drawled.

“It is difficult to tell the nature and validity of some of the stories being told about her.” Echo sighed. “What’s Cody say?” “Commander Cody is quite fond of Lieutenant Vale. After her injury, he visited her quite frequently in the medbay and was helping with her recovery training.” “She got hurt? Thought you said she’s a medic,” Wrecker hummed. “Just because she’s a medic doesn’t mean she couldn’t be injured,” Echo explained. “Echo, you’re a reg. What’s your opinion on her?” Crosshair smirked. “Never met her, myself. I was with the 501st and she was 212th,” he said. “I didn’t know her, but- um, Fives did. Talked about her for months.” He looked away from the group as Wrecker laid a hand on his shoulder. “Tech, what kind of injury did she have? Is it gonna be a problem?” Hunter asked, moving the attention from Echo. “It seems as though she was shot by a blaster. The reports state that she was hit on the back of her neck, close to the base of her skull. However, that is impossible; no unarmored human could withstand that amount of damage and continue to live. There must be a mistake within the reports.” “Wait,” Wrecker shouted, causing the group to jump. “Our medic is Blaster Girl?” “‘Blaster Girl’?” Hunter repeated incredulously. “Yeah! Heard the regs talkin’ about her a while back. Said she took a hit right where you said and only passed out for a few hours and when she woke up she was fine!” “Wrecker, as I stated, it would be impossible for an unarmored human to survive an injury as such. And civilian medics are typically n-” “C’mon, Tech! I heard it from some of Echo’s 501st friends, a couple guys and that medic.” “Kix?” Echo supplied. “Yeah, he knows her or somethin’. Said he went to visit her in the medbay.” Echo scowled before looking up at Tech and Hunter with a shrug. “Don’t think Kix would make that up.” Hunter scowled at the table in front of him. “What is it?” Crosshair said, bumping Hunter’s shoulder. “Something just feels weird about the whole situation.”

“Anxious?” Cody asked as they walked through the sterile white halls.

“Not particularly, mostly excited,” Jaine hummed, but her assertion fell on the deaf ears of her former commander. She thought his concern for her was sweet.

“Don’t be nervous, Jainey,” Cody said, reassuring himself more than her. “These guys are a little rough around the edges, but they’re good men. You’ll be in good hands.”

They came to a stop in front of the door to the barracks of Clone Force 99.

“Take shallow breaths until you get more used to it,” he suggested.

Jaine didn’t have time to question him, before the foot slid open, revealing a man with long hair, tied away from his face by a red bandana. He donned what seemed to be standard armor, but it was painted a dark gray with red accents.

All at once, what Cody had tried to warn her of hit her, the unpleasant odor seeming to come from the barracks.

“Commander,” he greeted with a curt nod.

“Sergeant Hunter,” Cody replied. “Good to see you and the boys all in one piece.”

“Same for you,” he smirked. “You must be Lieutenant Vale.”

“I am. Pleased to meet you, Sergeant,” she said delicately.

“These are my brothers,” he said, pointing out each of the squad as they stood at attention. “Tech, our battle technician; Wrecker, our weapons and demolition expert; Crosshair, our marksman; and Echo, our newest addi-”

“Pretty good with technology, eh, Echo? Might even say, handy,” Crosshair smirked.

Wrecker could barely contain his giggle, despite the sharp elbow to the side he received from Tech, and Echo was staring daggers into Crosshair. Hunter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Relax, Sergeant,” Jaine smiled softly. “You boys don’t have to be so formal around me. And Echo?”

He looked up at her, surprise evident on his face.

“It’s nice to see you again,” she grinned.

“Thank you, sir, but I don’t recall us meeting,” he said cautiously.

“Please, call me Jaine. It was quite a while ago, and you’d just been through one of your first battles. I didn’t expect you to remember me.”

Echo scowled at the floor for a moment. “It was after Rishi, right? You checked over me and Fives.”

She nodded. “That’s right.”

“Weren’t you a nurse back then? Serving on Coruscant?”

She nodded again. “Yes, and Fives-”

“Oh, please, don’t remind me. I think that was the worst line he ever used,” Echo said, physically cringing.

Jaine laughed. “Well, he certainly made a lasting impression. I was sorry to hear,” she said quietly, placing a gentle hand on Echo’s pauldron.

“Thank you, sir,” he replied awkwardly. “Can only imagine what he’d say now that I’ll be working with you.”

She smiled softly. “Nothing appropriate, I’m sure.”

With a reassuring pat, she turned away from him and to Tech, who straightened under her gaze.

“Those prescription?” she asked, gesturing to his goggles.

“Yes, sir. I am rather near-sighted,” he said, looking away from her. “As were you before your corrective eye surgery.”

“I see,” she answered, before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Next time you’re breaking down firewalls, at least find out something fun about me.”

Tech’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she shot him a wink, moving onto the next brother.

“Wrecker, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” he said with a grin.

“Maybe sometime you can show me how you got the name,” she smiled.

“Maybe,” he laughed. “Maybe you can show me your scar.”

The room tensed around them. Everyone relaxed when Jaine failed to contain a hearty laugh.

“We’ll compare stories later on, after all we do kind of match,” she beamed, referencing his own blaster scar. He laughed with her as she moved to stand in front of Hunter.

“How am I doing, Sergeant? My vitals up to snuff?”

Hunter’s eyes widened a little as though he’d been caught. “Heart rate seems fine,” he mumbled.

A smile played at her lips again, sparing a glance at Cody. “Really? I’m not even a little nervous?”

“No, sir,” he smirked.

“Crosshair?” She said without looking his way.

“Yes, sir?” he asked.

“Catch,” she advised, having pulled an item from her pocket and tossing it at the sniper at a speed none of them expected. He caught it easily, turning the small box over in his hands.

“What is it?”

“New scope lens. Last mission report said yours was damaged and supply said it hadn’t been replaced,” she replied easily. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Commander Cody owes me some caf.”

Cody gave a nod to the boys, and offered his arm to Jaine, who took it with a smile.

They left the barracks, laughing together about some joke she made, and the batch just looked at each other in stunned silence.

“I believe it is safe to say that she is nothing like any of us expected,” Tech supplied after a moment, the tiniest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“You can say that again,” grinned Wrecker.

The boys went back to their business as Crosshair came to stand beside Hunter. “Quite a girl, isn’t she?”

“That she is,” Hunter sighed.

Cody was practically bursting at the seams by the time they reached the officers’ mess. “Rex, you should’ve seen her! She walked in there like the queen of the whole damn system, shocked ‘em at every word. Even got that Tech to shut his mouth!”

“Stars, I would’ve loved to see that. Anyone that can render that squad speechless must be something special,” Rex replied, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, please,” Jaine laughed. “They’re all like open books! Everyone thinks they’re so mysterious but if you just read their files it’s all plain as day.”

“You would read their files,” Rex jabbed.

“And they’re completely different in the field,” Cody added. “They’re absolutely insane!”

Rex nodded, handing Jaine a cup of caf. “He’s right! Even General Skywalker thinks so!”

“Well, with the two of you training me, they’ll be in for a surprise when I get into the field,” she smirked.

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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