#hello. i need to shove these two inside of a locker cause i just can’t look at them no more. they are so cute 😞

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kickboxing

sorry i don’t care abt my titles and it clearly shows !!!! this one is dedicated to @sunnypogue and @everybodyscupoftea you guys should see the pegging jokes in our groupchat

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: it’s flirty at the start and then it’s smutty at the end

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“Where are you going?” Colin questioned as Rafe and Sophie came down the stairs, both dressed in workout gear. Rafe was normally adamant on running alone (“it’s like my therapy,” he’d said, only for James to mutter in response “maybe you should try real therapy”).

“We’re doing a kickboxing class. It’s free at the student rec center.” Sophie responded as she tied up her hair into a ponytail, swatting Rafe’s hand away when he tugged at the ends of her hair.

“You two? You’re trying this together?” James asked skeptically, eyeing the both of them.

“Yeah, why?” Sophie asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she put up her arms in defense, pretending to punch Rafe’s arm. “I���m gonna be great at it.”

“You two are gonna kill each other.” Colin remarked dryly, shaking his head. “You’re too competitive.”

“We are not -” Rafe started in protest.

“Last week the kitchen was covered in flour because one of you started a fight when you were making cookies. Neither of you have a limit.”

“It was his fault -”

“It was your fault!” Rafe exclaimed, ducking his head when Sophie pretend-punched him again. “Sophie, if you hit me one more fucking time -”

“What. What are you gonna do.” She rolled her eyes and returned to bouncing on her feet, going to punch his chest a little harder this time, just because she could.

James snorted.

“Don’t encourage her.” Rafe glared at James as he caught her fist in his hand, narrowing his eyes at her. “I’m kicking your ass in this class now. Just you wait.”

“I’d love to see you try.” She grinned and smacked a kiss to his cheek. “C’mon. The gym awaits.”

“My money’s on Soph.” James commented as he watched the two leave hand in hand.

“Oh, absolutely. He won’t stand a chance.” Colin agreed, a small smile on his face as he watched Rafe jog around to her side to beat her before she could open her own car door. “Fucking simp.”

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After they both got all the equipment on and did a small warmup, the lesson began. “Everyone pick your partner, please!” The instructor announced, and Sophie turned to the guy next to her with a grin, about to open her mouth.

“Do you want to partner up?” The guy asked politely, offering his hand to shake.

Rafe stepped in between the two and slung his arm around Sophie’s shoulders with a scowl. “She has a partner, thanks though.”

“Oh. Sorry.” The guy apologized, turning away to look for someone else.

She raised her eyebrows at Rafe. “I was giving you the chance to pair up with someone more your skill level, baby.”

He scoffed. “Okay. Whatever. You’re just trying to piss me off.”

“I would never!” She mock-gasped, tugging off her shirt and tossing it at him to leave her in a sports bra and small tight shorts. The attire wasn’t out of place for the class, fitting in with the other girls, but Rafe narrowed his eyes.

“Sophie.”

“Yes.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m not. You’re overthinking. Pay attention.” She checked her hip against his, turning her attention to the instructor as they went over a series of standard kicks and punches. Both of them were ultra-tuned in, carefully correcting each other’s form if something looked off and encouraging each other after a strong hit.

After he took her down - again - with a well-timed kick to the calves to sweep her off her feet, she clambered back up and shoved at his shoulder. “Hit me harder.”

“What? I am hitting you.”

“You’re going too easy on me.” She squared up again, bouncing on her feet. “Stop holding back.”

He squared up too, responding with a quick punch to her stomach that she deflected. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Come on, try harder.” She tried another series of punches that he easily blocked again.

“Okay, but don’t complain because you’re too slow.” He caught her off guard with a punch to the ribs, making her groan.

“Fuck. Okay.” She breathed out, trying to kick out at him. He caught her ankle easily, throwing her off balance and sending her toppling to the floor. She lay on her back for a moment, trying to catch her breath and glanced up at him. His smug little smile was enough fuel to get her up again.

“You alright? Need some water?” He asked, concerned, and reached out to her on instinct.

She took the opportunity to send a punch straight to his gut, making him keel over. “I’m fine, pay attention.”

“Jesus.” He breathed out, standing up again and tried to hit her again unsuccessfully. “You’re not mad at me, right? ‘Cause if you are, we should probably talk it out first. Did I do something?”

“No.” She retaliated with a kick to his hip, knocking him off balance again. “No, just trying to do this right. It’s like, pent up tension from when we used to fight for real.”

He laughed and hit her a little harder, taking advantage of her surprised reaction and hooked his leg under hers, knocking her to the ground and pinning her easily. “Got it. Maybe try harder though?”

“I could peg you, you know.” She muttered in his ear as he laid on top of her. He choked, eyes going wide, completely caught off guard.

“You could what?”

That was enough distraction for her to flip them over, despite his six foot three frame, and she grinned down at him, triumphant. “You heard me.”

It only took another moment for him to flip them back over and he pinned her down for real, letting her go after a few seconds. “I won.”

“Hardly.” She argued, accepting his hand to get up. “I almost had you.”

“By manipulation alone.” He retorted. “You’re really cute when you’re trying, though.”

“Fuck off.” She scowled, shaking out her arms. “Let’s go again.”

He grinned, doing the same. “You didn’t mean that.”

“Let’s go again? Yeah, I do, we have fifteen minutes left here.” She attempted a series of hits, batted away by him.

“No. What you just said. The - the thing.” He faltered, cursing when she kicked at his thigh. Even though she was fairly flexible, he still had quite a few inches on her and the balance of height and strength was clearly off.

“I absolutely fucking did.” Her eyes were bright and he was surprised she wasn’t holding back a laugh, but smirking instead.

“No. You’re just trying to catch me off guard. You and those tiny little shorts.” He retorted, letting his gaze trail over the small drops of sweat gathering across her chest.

She did the same - she’d been thinking the entire time about peeling the sweaty tank off his body and having her way with him in the locker room showers. (It’d never happen, of course, she’d die if they got caught, but a girl can dream.) When he checked her back into reality with a firm but gentle kick to the stomach, making her stumble backward, she shook her head. “Sorry. What?”

He smirked. “Pay attention. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I am paying - god. You suck.” She breathed out, aiming a punch at his chin.

He batted it away easily. “Hey! Not the face.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a Leo.” She grumbled, pretend-swinging at his cheek just to antagonize him.

He just grabbed her wrist to stop her, using his height to his advantage. “I still don’t understand any of that. Can we get smoothies after this?”

“Fucking - focus, Rafe.” She hissed, wrenching her arm free and tried kicking at him again. He turned away from the kick and caught her with a couple punches to the shoulders, making her hiss. After a few deflected hits back and forth on both their ends, he managed to catch her off guard again and pin her, laying on her like a dead weight as she struggled.

“Aw. That was cute.”

She bit at his earlobe, making him giggle - literally - and scrunch up his shoulders.

“Sophie!”

“That was cute.” She retorted, flinging his own words back at him. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Only if you admit I’m better than you at this.”

“Never in a million fucking years.” She growled, shoving at him.

“Must you be so stubborn?” He rolled his eyes, only getting off her when the instructor clapped her hands to signal the end of the class. He tugged his gloves off and leaned down to give her a hand.

She laid there for another moment to catch her breath, eyes squeezed shut, then accepted his hand to hoist her up and leaned into his side as the instructor thanked everyone and handed out flyers about the next classes offered.

He glanced down at her, affectionately stroking his hand over the top of her head. “You good?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, letting him pull off her gloves to return them. “Just tired. And probably bruised.”

Rafe laughed, grabbing his keys and their water bottles then slung his arm around her shoulders to walk them out. “You said not to go easy. Do you want to go home, take a nap?”

“I’d rather do something else.” She muttered, matching his stride to walk with him out to the car.

“Huh?” He asked as he opened the car door for her, offering her a hand to step up. Once she sat, she fisted the front of his tank and pulled him close to kiss him, hard. “Oh, hello.” He mumbled against her lips, caught off guard.

“Hi.” She breathed out, pressing her forehead against his. “I really wanted to fuck you in the locker room. You’re so hot when you’re sweaty.”

His eyes went wide and he didn’t dare move, frozen in his spot. “We haven’t left the parking lot yet. We can go inside.”

Sophie giggled and pressed her hand flat against his chest, pushing him back. “We can’t do that. You know that.”

“Says who?” He leaned in again to kiss her hungrily, only to be pushed away by her again.

“We’re not breaking the rules. My place or yours?”

“Uh...check Find My Friends. See who’s home.” He jogged around to the driver’s seat, jamming his key in the ignition, and started up the car.

She swiped through her phone, then nodded. “Okay. My place, but we’re quiet anyways, so it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced over at him, then down to his lap. “Are you seriously already -”

“Yeah. Have been since you took your shirt off, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.” He gave her a sheepish grin, his cheeks going red, and shifted in his seat. “And it does matter.”

“Why?” She leaned over and swiped her thumb over a drop of sweat from his forehead before it could fall into his eye.

“Why am I hard? You’re really asking that?”

“No.” She giggled, shoving at his shoulder. “Why does it matter if anyone’s home?”

“Because. I want to hear you.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “It’s more fun that way.”

“Mmhmm.” She let her hand slide down to the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck.

“So, uh, what was that, that you said earlier?”

“Hm?”

“The thing. Uh, when you pinned me. Just for a second though.” He refused to look at her, his face turning more and more red and she could see a clear tent in his shorts.

“Ohhh.” She grinned, leaning closer. “The pegging thing.”

“Yes. That. I thought you’d only been with one other guy?” He glanced at her and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, clearly nervous.

“I’ve been with four others -”

“No. Just sex. Like, all the way.”

“Oh. Yeah, just you and someone else.” She nodded. “What are you getting at?”

“So you, uh.” He pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead, glancing at her again. “You pegged this guy?”

Sophie burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Rafe, what?”

“You said it so casually earlier! Like you’ve done it before!” He exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing her hand. “So you haven’t?”

“No, oh my god, I haven’t pegged anyone.” She giggled, kissing the back of his hand. “You’re so dumb sometimes.”

“Why’d you bring it up then!” Rafe retorted, all the tension gone from his body.

“I just wanted to catch you off guard.” She grinned, sliding her hand up his thigh and grazed over his hard cock in his shorts, putting on a teasing tone. “Why? Do you want that?”

He jerked his leg, cursing as he bumped his knee into the steering wheel. “I - I thought only lesbians did that.”

“No. I don’t think so. Julia -”

“No!” Rafe exclaimed, slapping his hand over her mouth. “I do not want to hear about the girls and their sex lives -”

She licked his palm to get him to let go and immediately regretted it, tasting the sweat. “Oh my god, no, nothing happened. She almost hooked up with a guy that asked her to but she got too scared.”

“Huh.” He wrinkled his nose, more focused on trying to get the mental image of Julia out of his head.

“I’d do it, you know. If you wanted me to.” She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the teasing tone.

“I have no doubt you would. But I think that’d be too much power going to your head.” He grinned as he pulled into her driveway. “Plus you hate taking control in bed anyways.”

“That is not - I’ll fucking show you.” She protested, hopping out of the car and striding into her house without waiting for him. He just snorted and followed her in and up the stairs, unsurprised that she took it as a challenge. When he made it up, a couple seconds later, he opened her bedroom door to be greeted by her leaning against the wall in the tiny little shorts and her sports bra, her shirt and shoes discarded on the floor.

“Hello.” He greeted, amused, and closed the door behind him.

“I want you undressed.” She replied evenly, eyeing him over.

“That’s hardly fair, you’re still dressed.” He shot back but kicked off his shoes anyways. He loved when she got like this, all bossy and demanding - it just reminded him of what they were like before they dated and how many times he wished their arguments before could end in kissing and making up.

“Okay.” She opened her arms wide. “Have at me.”

He grinned and tugged off his tank top, striding toward her. “Thought you were taking control?”

“I am, I’m telling you what to do, but you get to do the work. I’m tired - Rafe!” She squealed, giggling as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.

“Yes ma’am?” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her shorts, hovering over her and raised his eyebrows as he glanced up. “You gonna instruct me, or…?”

“Mm. Pretty sure you know what to do from here, actually.” She leaned back with a smug smile, intertwining her fingers behind her head.

He snorted and dragged her shorts down her legs. “Brat.” He pressed teasing kisses up her thighs, spreading her legs apart slowly.

She shuddered in anticipation as the cool air hit her, sitting up a little bit. “Rafe.”

“Yeah.” He kissed everywhere but where she wanted, making her squirm. He dug his fingers into her thighs and dragged the tip of his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

“Please.”

“Please what.” He kissed up her stomach, making her huff in frustration as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

“Please, just - oh, fuck.” She gasped as he slid his thumb over her clit, slipping two fingers inside of her easily as he grazed his teeth over her collarbone. He laughed at how easy she was to please, how predictable she could be sometimes - though he did suppose he knew her body like the back of his hand now. She whined quietly underneath him, pressing her hips toward his hand. “So good, Rafe.”

“Louder. I want to hear you.” He encouraged, curling his fingers toward himself. It only took a few more breathy moans and quick passes of his thumb over her clit before she was whimpering against his lips, unable to stay quiet. “C’mon, Soph, want you to come for me.”

She nodded, desperate, as he worked her body expertly. When she finally came, she curled her arm around his neck, holding him tight to her. “Fuck, I love you,” she breathed out, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Love you too.” He mumbled against her collarbone, nipping at the skin. “Even if you are a brat.”

“You love it.” She giggled, leaning back enough so she could wrestle her sports bra off, struggling a little as it stuck to her skin.

He helped her tug it off, kicking off his shorts too. “Are we still pretending you’re in charge here, or…?”

She was too tired to argue but scowled anyways, gesturing loosely at the nightstand. “Yeah. Grab a condom, I want you to fuck me. Can we get sushi later?”

Rafe laughed, leaning over, and grabbed a condom, rolling it down himself. “It’s Sunday. Our place is closed.” He teased his cock against her, glancing up at her for approval.

She nodded, sliding her hand up her back to comb her fingers through his hair. “Right. Um - fuck -” She gasped as he entered her. “Thai?”

“Nah. Burgers?” He thrust into her hard, making her moan. “Or we could go downtown for that other sushi spot?”

Sophie closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best to think straight when he was fucking her, but felt like her brain was foggy. “Uh - what? Don’t remember.”

He smirked and continued his steady pace. “Can’t think?”

“No - just, fuck, right there, faster.”

“Pizza instead?” He pinched her nipple, grinning when she moaned just a little bit louder. “Close?”

“Yes, please - not the pizza -” She chased his lips with hers, meeting him in a heated kiss.

He laughed, thrusting a little harder, groaning as she tugged a little too hard on his hair.

“Sorry - didn’t mean to -”

“No, fuck, felt good.” He corrected quickly and thrust a few more times after she came with a breathy moan, reaching his own orgasm. He lay on top of her afterward like dead weight, panting hard. “What did we decide?”

“I dunno.” She replied, dropping her head back against the pillows. “I can’t think straight and you’re over here having a full on conversation like you’re putting in zero effort.”

“It’s all that work at the gym.” He quipped, rolling off of her and tossed the condom in the trash. “C’mon, you need to shower.”

“Noooo.” She whined. “I’m starving. What do you want?”

“Whatever you want to decide. The faster your slow ass is in the shower, the faster we can go eat.” He encouraged, stretching out. “Go.”

“Come with me. Wash my hair.” Sophie argued, tugging on his arm. “Did I win today?”

He snorted. “Like, one round out of six. Loser buys dinner, that’s what we agreed, right?” He teased, giving her a short, chaste kiss before dragging himself up.

“That hardly seems fair.” She grinned when he stood and followed, rising up on her toes to peck his lips quickly. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He should have known what was about to come out of her mouth just by the smug smirk that graced her lips. “I’ll peg you if you buy dinner.”

“Jesus Christ, Sophie.”

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burning house // javid (small town au)

A/N: I FINISHED IT !! inspired by an amazing anon ask i got !!

WARNINGS: implied child abuse, injuries, breakdowns, mentions of slurs (said by a queer character)

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***

“We should make out.”

David’s head snaps to the left, eyes wide as he stares at Jack. Jack, who is nursing a Sonic sweet tea, still in a pearl-snap dress shirt and starched jeans. They’re still sitting in Jack’s truck in David’s driveway, having just left a wedding; one of Racer’s sisters, who Jack has known for ages. David didn’t really know anyone besides Jack, Racer, Albert, Kath, and Charlie, but it was fun. 

It was fun, and now Jack wants to make out, and--

“I’m sorry, what?”

David asks, confused; he blinks a few times, trying to force himself to process what Jack had just said. Trying to will the flush in his cheeks to go away.

But then there’s Jack, looking at David through his eyelashes as he repeats, “We should make out.”

David freezes. Gulps, and his hands clench at his sides. 

Jack stares at him for a few seconds, before that signature Kelly grin of his sinks into a smirk. “I mean, can you imagine what Snyder’d say? Old bastard would have a heart attack. It’s worth a shot, if ya ask me.”

One by one, the pieces start coming back together, and- oh. Oh, right.

They were talking about how much of an asshole Snyder had been at the wedding. Kept making inappropriate comments about some of Racer’s sister’s friends- college kids, no doubt having been raised in this very town. Those comments turned into drunken rants about women, and then the transphobia hit full force, and then Snyder went on a very loud, very homophobic tangent.

Directed at David.

Snyder had been thrown out of the wedding after that; a few of the older fellas in town dragged him out, just because he was ‘causing a scene’ at the reception. It wasn’t like they were defending David- no, they likely agreed with everything Snyder was saying- but at least they had the decency and respect not to ruin the wedding of a lovely young woman by spewing hateful opinions.

Jack and David had left soon afterwards, after congratulating the bride and groom and saying one last goodbye to Racer, Albert, Charlie, and Kath.

And now, here they are, in Jack’s shitty truck, eating greasy food and sipping on too-sweet sweet teas, talking about… making out.

“I… Okay, elaborate, because- because I don’t understand what you’re saying,” David admits, raising his brows. “You want to… make out with me, just to piss off Mr. Snyder?”

Jack nods, then tilts his head and beams at David. “We might get lucky- Davey, there’s a chance’ll drop dead if he sees it. Wouldn’t that be great?”

David can’t hold back his soft bark of laughter. “I mean, if you’re really okay with it, then I don’t see why not,” He admits, and gulps. “You… you are okay with it, right? Like, the whole--”

“Are you askin’ if I’m okay with kissin’ you, when I was the one to bring it up?” Jack raises a brow. “C’mon, Davey, use that brain ‘a yours. ‘Course I’m okay with it.”

David studies him, just for a moment, and sees the sincerity in those deep brown eyes… It’s almost disorienting, the way that Jack would so willingly give up his status around town just to prove a point, just to support David, just to make a bigoted man angry.

And, okay, maybe it doesn’t help that David has wanted Jack to kiss him for a while now. And, yeah, maybe David agrees because this might be the only chance he has to kiss Jack Kelly.

After a few moments of silence, David sucks in a deep breath and says, “That's the least heterosexual thing you've ever said, but… Okay. Tell me the plan.”

***

Kissing Jack is the easiest thing David has ever done.

There’s tongue, there’s teeth, there’s a formulated desperation in the way Jack balls his fist against David’s shirt, the way he presses their fronts together, the way one of his arms winds up and around David’s neck.

It feels so real, so right, but then Jack pulls away and turns his head and says, “Oh, sorry, Snyder! Didn’t see ya there.”

And then it’s a race to hop out of the bed of Jack’s truck, climb into the cab, and peel out of that church parking lot before Snyder has a chance to get a hold of them.

David’s heart is racing, but it’s not from the adrenaline of running from Snyder.

David’s heart is racing, and Jack Kelly’s kiss is the culprit.

***

Jack doesn’t talk to David at all after he drops David off at his house.

David sends him a few texts, but they all go unread, which isn't a very usual occurrence. 

The next day, too, Jack is nowhere to be found at school; which is great , because David is alone for the most part, and David being alone means he gets shoved against the lockers by the Delancey brothers and is called every slur in the book. It doesn’t stop until Sean Conlon walks up and makes the other guys go away; David hasn’t really talked to him all that much, but he’s seen him at Jack’s rodeos and he knows that Sean knows who he is, knows that he's a friend of Jack's, so maybe that’s why he’s helping right now. 

“Those assholes need to stop causin’ trouble,” Sean says as he shakes his head and helps David up. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah,  I- I’m good, I think,” David sighs. “I’m used to that-- it’s fine, really. Thank you.”

Sean studies him for a moment, then frowns. “It ain’t fine and you know it,” He counters. “They give you anymore shit, come find me. I’ll set ‘em straight.”

Davit smiles sadly, and nods. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” He says, then gulps. “Hey- uh… Have- have you seen Jack today?”

Sean looks up at him, brows furrowed, and he shakes his head. “Nah. He didn’t respond to my text this mornin’, either. Somethin’ happen between you two?”

“What do you mean?”

Sean shrugs, and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, y’all are a thing, ain’t ya? Caught kissin’ at the church.”

David’s eyes widen just slightly, and he gulps. “...How do you know about that?”

“I--” Sean pauses, and he takes in a deep breath. It must hit him that this isn't what he thinks it is; Jack and David aren't together, and what happened isn't what the rumors are saying… He frowns, and looks up at David. “Honestly, some ‘a the fellas were talkin’ about it this mornin’ at the feed store. It’s not a secret anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Everyone knows?"

Sean nods.

It takes David a few moments to register what Sean has said, but eventually, it hits him like a blow to the chest. David sucks in a deep breath and nods, hands clenching, and without saying another word, he hurries down the hall and out the side door that leads to the courtyard. He can’t- he can’t stay at school. Not today, at least; or ever.

Not until he finds Jack.

***

“Hey, this is Jack. Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now! Leave a message after the beep.”

David rubs his forehead, waits for the sound, and says, “Hey, it’s… me again. I know this is- this is my fourth time calling, and I’m sorry, I just… I wanna make sure you’re alright? So, uh, I guess, call- call me back when you get this. Or don’t; you don’t- you don’t have to, I just… I’m sorry.”

The line goes dead, and David drops the phone.

***

He doesn’t hear from Jack all weekend.

Not until Sunday, at least. David is lying in bed that evening, reading one of his books for class, when all of a sudden his phone lights up beside him.

He looks up from the page and gulps, seeing Jack’s name and number flashing across the screen. Part of him wants to ignore it, like Jack’s been ignoring him, but he can’t do that. He can’t. Not now, not after everything; if David ignores it, then what good will that bring to their friendship? 

David grabs the phone and answers, sitting up. “Hello?”

“I’m outside,” Jack says, taking a deep breath. “Can- Can you come outside? I’m in the truck, I just--” He pauses, and David gulps. “I’m- I'm sorry, just… please , Davey...”

“I’ll be out there in a second,” David whispers, and hangs up the phone. He hurries to get dressed; all he does is put on a hoodie and change into a pair of sweats, and he quickly pulls on his Converse as well, before gathering his essentials- phone, wallet, house keys- and hurrying out of his room and down to the front door.

At least, he tries to.

“David, where are you going?”

David stops in his tracks and looks back to the voice- his mother, who is standing in the kitchen. He rubs the back of his neck. “I-... Jack needs me. He’s outside. He sounded shaken up about something, so…”

Esther frowns, and steps forward. “Is he alright?” She asks, concerned, but then she shakes her head. “No- it’s none of my business. Let him know he’s welcome inside, dear, and… Just- Just be back in time for school in the morning."

"Thank you, Ima," David says with a sad smile, before taking a deep breath and walking out the front door.

Just like Jack said, his truck is parked in the driveway. Jack himself had gotten out and is now leaning against the truck, his head down and his arms crossed and he looks so… so small . David walks a little faster.

He also notices, as he comes closer, that Jack is in unusual clothing for himself; David has only seen Jack in sweats and a hoodie a few other times in their six months of friendship, so seeing it now is… alarming. He's used to the cowboy getup; the boots, the jeans, the crisp button down and wide brim hat. But this, this is completely new territory. He nearly doesn't recognize him.

Nonetheless, David comes up to stand a few feet in front of him, biting his lip. "...Jackie?"

Jack doesn't look up. Instead, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, and his breath catches in his throat when it does so- he sounds like he's hurt, but he still doesn't take his gaze off of the ground before him. "Davey, I-- Just to clarify, we're still friends, and I ain't just- I ain't just dropping you, 'cause you're one of- one of the best friends I've ever had, but I- I can't… hang out with you in public anymore. And- And I know how bad that sounds, and I'm so sorry, I d-don't want to do this either, but--"

"What? Jack-- Jack, look at me," David cuts in, taking a few steps forward. That entire tangent is a lot to process. Jack can't see him anymore? He's never seen Jack like this; this is something new, something… scary. But Jack still refuses to look up.

David gulps, and continues moving until he's right in front of Jack, who in turn presses himself flat against the truck and winces . "Jackie," David whispers, then hesitantly brings his palm up to rest against Jack's cheek. Jack takes in a sharp breath at that, and then David gently guides Jack to tilt his head up, to look at David, and--

David’s eyes go wide. "Oh, my God , Jack…"

Jack shoots him a sad smile- but its not like he can smile very wide, with his busted lip and his black eye. They aren't exactly fresh wounds; Jack's lip is scabbed, and the coloration of his bruise says that it's at least a few days old… David gulps hard, covering his own mouth with his hand.

"I- I'm fine, really, just got into a scrape," Jack says with a forced chuckle, but David can see it- the pain, the sadness, the hurt- written all across his face. "I just- I've… been gettin' a lot of people askin' if I'm- if we're a thing, and they aren't- they aren't happy about it, and it- it would be best to lay low, 'cause I- I don't… I don’t know what else to do, and--"

"Who did this to you?" David asks, voice soft, as his hand- still on Jack’s face- tenderly moves from his jaw to his cheekbone. He doesn't mean to ignore Jack's comment, but… right now, this is more pressing than the judgement from the town. 

Jack takes a sharp intake and shakes his head. "I told ya, it- it's nothin', alright? I'm fine, and the face ain't even- ain't even all of it, s-so--"

"Not all of it?" David asks, taking a step back just to look down at Jack. "What else is hurt?"

"Dave--"

"No, Jack. Show me what happened."

And Jack is standing there, teetering on the edge of running away and letting Davey see, but he eventually takes a few quick breaths, furrows his brows, and slowly pulls off the hoodie.

And instantly, David’s blood runs cold.

Jack's sides are littered with bruises. Huge ones, right below his ribs- and right on his ribs, which makes David think there's a reason that Jack looks like it hurts to breathe. There's also a few scrapes on Jack’s skin, which have been scabbed over, and he looks… a mess.

Jack's shaking now, and as David glances up from Jack’s torso to his face, he sees tears welling in his eyes. "Jack…" David whispers, sad and desperate, and Jack shakes his head.

"I-I'm fine, Davey, I- I- I just-" A shallow sob rips from his throat, which seems to surprise him, because his eyes widen and he covers his mouth, as if he were trying to stop it. But David can see that he can't control it, not as the next sob wracks his body, and David watches helplessly as fear shrouds Jack’s features. Jack looks near frantic now, but the tears have begun spilling over, and there's no way of stopping them anytime soon.

Between one moment and the next, Jack is on his knees, one hand supporting his weight while the other covers his mouth. He's shaking so violently, eyes shut tightly as he whimpers and tries to control his breathing, and David feels his heart shattering in his chest for him. 

He drops to his knees in front of Jack, gulping. "Jack, I'm- I'm gonna touch you, alright?" He whispers, waiting a few moments, before he carefully and gently wraps an arm around Jack's torso. With barely any coaxing, Jack climbs into David’s lap and holds on for dear life; the sobs come harder now that his face is hidden within the crook of David’s neck, and they- along with the whimpers of pain, likely from his ribs- make David’s chest tighten.

"You're safe, you're okay," David whispers, as best he can, and focuses on gently rubbing Jack’s back. He shifts, moving from his knees to sit with his back against the truck, and Jack sinks further into his lap, fists balling the fabric of David’s hoodie.

This isn't fair. It's not fair at all, because David should have known the kind of backlash they'd be facing. David should have been able to see it coming; especially for Jack, the town's golden boy, the one that everyone loves, the last person they'd expect to disappoint the community. 

And here Jack sits, broken down by fists and harsh words for something that David encouraged.

Jack doesn’t deserve this.

They stay like this for what feels like an eternity, as Jack has his release and David is there to pick up the pieces. This is wildly new territory; David has never once seen Jack cry, aside from the night that he had to get stitches after Dolly kicked his thigh, but… even then, Jack was laughing through the pain.

David can easily see, though, that this is a different kind of pain.

It takes a long while, but Jack eventually begins to calm down. The sobs are few and far between, now; there are still aftershocks, but for the most part, Jack seems to have gotten it all out of his system. He doesn’t move, though; he's still in David’s lap, still catching his breath, still holding onto him… David just wants to hold him, protect him for hours, but Jack shifts and David loosens his hold.

As Jack sits up, David frowns seeing the tear tracks on his cheeks. It's like David can’t hold back; he reaches up and wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb, and Jack sniffles. "I-I'm sorry," Jack whispers, shooting David a sad, desperate smile. "That's ne-never happened before."

His voice is a broken thing, high and desperate and choppy and fragile, and David can't help but frown. "It's alright, Jackie, you don’t… You don’t have to apologize for that. Ever . It's okay, you're okay."

Jack nods, not quite believing David's words, but he climbs out of David's lap anyway. He pulls his hoodie back on a moment later, then looks down at his lap. "...I shouldn’t've kissed you," Jack whispers, which makes David turn to face him.

That's all the confirmation David needs. "This happened because of the kiss," He mumbles, gesturing to Jack’s bruises. "Did- Did Snyder do it?"

Jack doesn't answer for a long time.

He looks spacey and out of it, staring up at the stars in the night sky, until he slowly shakes his head. "No," He whispers, hands clenching at his sides. "Not directly, at least. He… He told my dad, and he… Dad didn't take it too well, s-so…"

David’s heart drops to his stomach.

"You… your dad- he did this to you?" David asks, voice soft, and he shakes his head as Jack nods. "Jack, you-- You have to tell someone, he can't just get away with--"

"Who am I s'posed to tell, Davey?" Jack asks, defeated. "Everyone already knows my dad's a piece 'a shit, and no one's done shit about it. He- he ain't ever been good, Davey," Jack frowns, and shakes his wrist- something he does when he's anxious. "The cops don't care, the judge don't care, and he- he's been like this for years, Dave, slappin' me around, but- but… this is the first- the first time it's ever, uh, been… been this bad." Jack frowns. "He said he ain't gonna put up with his son bein'... bein' a fag. I told him to shut the fuck up, and he, uh, started in on me. I shouldn’t've provoked him."

David shuts his eyes and covers his mouth, shaking his head as Jack’s words sink in. He gets it now, why Jack doesn't want to be seen with him for a while; and though it hurts, David would move to the other side of the country in a heartbeat if it meant keeping Jack safe. 

"I… I am so sorry, Jack," David whispers, and reaches over to take Jack’s hand in his own. "None of this is your fault, and you don't- you don't deserve any of that, okay? Not at all. You… you know you don't have to put up with that, right? You- You can move out, come stay with us, and--"

"I ain't gonna put that burden on your folks, Dave," Jack whispers. "'Sides, I… I can't just leave the farm. I still have rodeos comin' up, and I gotta practice with Dolly, and- and it's almost calving season… My dad's too fuckin' drunk all the time to take care of shit like that. I have to stay."

David frowns, and rubs his forehead. Of course Jack wouldn't leave, he's far too stubborn for that, but… but at least the offer is there. "If you're sure," David murmurs, "but the offer still stands."

Jack nods and lets the silence stretch between them. Only for a few moments, though; soon, he squeezes David’s hand and turns to look at him. "Davey," Jack whispers, "I… I need you to promise something."

David looks into Jack’s eyes. "Anything," he whispers, the words heavy, but full of meaning.

Jack grins at David’s response, just softly, but his face falls as he glances away. "If you see my dad, run. Get the hell outta Dodge. Don't try to talk, don't try to give him shit for doing this, just- just run. I don't want somethin' to happen to you."

"Do you really think he'd come after me? Even if you stay away from me?" Davis asks, gulping. "You- you explained what happened, right? That you aren’t--"

"I tried, but I- I guess I wasn't convincing, so--"

"Convincing?" David asks, raising a brow. "You… had to convince him?"

"He tried 'beating the queer' out of me," Jack admits, and gulps harshly. "I- I guess it wasn't enough, 'cause I'm still…"

He trails off, but David picks up on the hint. "Oh, Jack…" He whispers, and looks away. "Are you--"

"I- I don't know yet," Jack sighs. "I… think I still like girls, and… and I ain't ever been with a guy, b-but… I just- I don't know, Davey, it's all t-too much."

David nods, and wraps an arm around Jack's shoulder. "It's okay not to know, alright? It… It was confusing for me too, at first. I'm right here if you ever want to talk about it, alright? I promise."

"Thank you," Jack whispers as moves closer, leaning into David’s embrace. He opens his mouth to speak again, but reluctantly shakes his head and rests against David’s chest in lieu of responding.

They sit there for a long while. The breeze has picked up- the grass sways, and the fields around the property and across the street seem to be teeming with life. David can hear livestock and insects all around them, but he chooses to focus on Jack’s breathing, on Jack’s soft sighs next to him.

Under different circumstances, David would love this. He would have loved holding Jack, and being so close to him, but now… Now all he wants to do is keep Jack safe and never let him leave his side.

David turns to look down at Jack, who has his eyes trained on the stars above. He watches him for a moment, before slowly nudging his arm. "Jack?"

"Hm?" Jack looks up at David, meeting his eyes.

"Stay the night."

Jack tilts his head, and raises a brow. "Davey, I--"

"Jack," David murmurs, frowning. "Please, just… stay. Let us take care of you."

Jack stares at him, just for a few moments, before slowly nodding. "...If you're sure," Jack says softly, and looks toward the house. "Your ma won't mind?"

David scoffs. "I think she likes you more than she likes me. She won't mind at all," He says with a grin, then stands up and holds a hand out to Jack. "They… They're gonna have questions, though."

"I know," Jack sighs as he stands, using David's hand, and he soon rubs his face. "I wanna- I wanna tell them, but… will they tell anyone else?"

"They might try," David admits, and rubs his arm. "They just wanna help. You can explain everything to them, just… just know that, no matter what, you'll be safe here with them. With us. Okay?"

"Okay," Jack murmurs, staring up at the house. With a sigh and a decisive nod, Jack takes David’s hand.

They walk hand in hand up to the house, up the front steps of the porch and to that heavy wooden door. They walk in, into the warmly-lit living room, into the warmth of the home, into the safest space in the entire town.

Jack looks at David and smiles. Mouths thank you, and turns to face Esther and Mayer.

All with David’s hand in his own.

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Teacher’s Pet

Hello again everyone! This is the first fan fiction of the pop song prompt series. This song is based off of Melanie Martinez’s song “Teacher’s Pet.” This story follows the story similar to that discussed in the song. I liked the idea of doing this one, cause it seemed like something Lance would do. Also, Lance is softer here, less of an asshole to the reader outright, but you’ll see why he actually is one in the end. 

Summary: You were Lance’s favorite student, but after one night you became much more. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Cheating, Jealousy, losing virginity, Dom/Sub undertones.

A/N: As usual, if I missed any warnings just let me know and I will happily add them! Also, as I have no one to proofread, if there are mistakes, just message me and let me know. I hope you enjoy!

(Not my gif)

You were Lance’s star pupil. You had been working with him for six years, 3 years as a student, 3 years as a student/assistant. You were 17 when you joined, hoping to get a spot on the Olympic team with Lance’s training. You did, of course, but that wasn’t the only special treatment you received from Lance’s gym.

First it started with side glances when you were about 19. You would catch him staring at you when he was working with other girls, letting his hand linger a little bit longer than normal when he was trying to fix your posture. At first you just figured it was all coincidence. Lance wouldn’t be interested in you. There were a million other girls he works with that he would probably sleep with faster than he would sleep with you. It’s not like you would object to sleeping with Lance, you knew of his reputation, but you just knew you weren’t his “type.”

Side glances turned into him watching all of your routines while he was working with other girls, lacking any kind of subtlety in the process. Lingering hands turned into full on grabbing of flesh and accidental brushes against your breasts and ass. You didn’t understand what was going on, so you confided in your friends.

“He totally has a thing for you” Tara said. “There’s no way he doesn’t. Do you have a gut feeling? You know when women get that gut feeling we are right every time. You can practically feel the sexual tension.”

“I understand what you’re saying Tara, but why me? You see the girls I compete with.”

“Men are men, Y/N. When they like a woman, they’ll go after her even if they don’t fit their “type.” Just take it as a compliment. I don’t think anything will come of it anyways. Just enjoy the extra attention.”

And Tara was right. Nothing did come of it. Well, nothing did at first. It was months later that something started to bloom before you even had a chance to watch it sprout.

You were in the locker room after practice one day, getting dressed after your shower. You thought you were alone since you had a  private practice that day. Again, you thought you were until you heard footsteps coming from the gym. Lance appeared behind you.

“Good work today Y/L/N. You’re getting better on the silk ropes. You didn’t have much core strength when you got here, I can see you improving a lot” he said leaning against a locker with a smirk.

“Thanks, Lance. I can see you’re improving too” you said jokingly.

You and Lance had also been friends for a while now. You never really hung out outside of the gym, but when you were together the chemistry was undeniable. That didn’t stop you from denying it.

Lance laughed in return. “You have so much fire in you. I don’t understand why you don’t apply it to the rounds. You could rank higher if you just let a little bit of that out.”

“Lance you know I have the energy of a an 87 year old woman. I’m lazy.” You said throwing a peace sign up to make the conversation more comedic.

“You can’t be lazy if you wanna be a gold medalist like me.”

“I’m more a silver girl myself.”

Lance bit his lip. “Really Y/N. I want to see you reach your fullest potential.”

“I’d say you’re helping me enough Lance. Private lessons, regular lessons, then weight training.”

“Well, maybe I can help you loosen up a bit” he said leaning into you.

“And how would you do that?” You said in a nervous whisper.

“Come to my office and I’ll show you.”

He took your hand and his and led you back out to the gym area where his office was. It was unlocked since he hadn’t left for the night. He walked in and turned on a lamp, not wanting to turn on the big light in case any custodians had come for their shift early, drawing attention to you and him.

“Lance, what the hell are we doing in here? Do you need to show me a new routine or something?” You tried playing dumb. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was actually going on.

“Come on Y/N, you know what happening here.”

“I really don’t, Lance.”

“Do I have to show you?”

“Yes!”

He strutted over to you and shoved you up against the door to his office. He held his hand on the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself by his shove.

He stood over you, lips lingering close.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, I’ve been waiting and waiting for the right moment. Waiting for you to stare right back at me. Waiting for you to try and touch me. You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that. I think it’s time I show you how to unwind.”

You couldn’t do anything but breathe in response. You finally got the courage to speak.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Lay down on my desk.”

You walked over to the desk and sat down on it, afraid to lay all the way down as he instructed. He caressed your hair and put a strand of it behind your ear. He took his hand and placed it on the small of your back. He put the other on your waist, and laid you down gently. He slowly took your clean leggings off, looking up at you with a lust filled stare. Your mind was racing, not knowing what to think or do. You never thought you’d get to this point.

You laid your head back and stared at the ceiling, nervous about the things are about to ensue.

“Baby... have you been touched yet?”

You swallowed and shook your head. You thought Lance would make fun of your inexperience.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re with an advanced man. I’ll be sure to take care of you real good. Can I touch you?”

You nodded.

“This is all about you, I need you to be comfortable and communicate with me for everything, got that?”

“Yes, Lance.”

“You can call me sir, baby.”

“Yes, sir.”

He slowly brought his hand to your wetness, finding your clit immediately, making you moan softly. It was involuntary, that’s for sure.

“Oh you’re such a sweet little thing aren’t you? You like when I touch you like this?” He asks rubbing your clit slowly.

“Yes I do sir” you say in a breathy moan.

“Good girl, you gonna be a good girl for me the whole time?”

You nodded.

“Use your words baby.”

“I’ll be a good girl, sir. I promise.”

“Look at you, looking all pretty for me.” He inserted two fingers inside of you, smiling as your face contorted in absolute pleasure. He continued playing with your clit with his other hand.

“Oh god that feel so good, please keep going...” your back arching slightly as you moan.

He smiles, leaning down to put his mouth around your clit as he continues to finger you.

He lightly sucks on your nub, picking up the pace of his fingers. You could feel your eyes roll in the back of your head as he sucked.

You grabbed his gelled hair, surprisingly he didn’t yell at you, he continued to finger and suck as you reached your first climax. You could feel it coming, slowly building. You sat up and grabbed his hair as hard as you could, moaning his name as loud as you could. You both hoped the custodians weren’t there yet.

“Yes Lance! Oh god oh fuck! I’m coming!”

He lapped up all your juices, happy to lick up every last drop.

He came up after you came down from your high, going in for a deep kiss.

You sucked on each other’s lips, nibbling every so often. You continued until you felt like your lips had gone numb. As you pulled away from one another, you smiled.

“You were such a good girl for me. Do you think you can continue to do that?”

You smile and nod “I’ll be a good girl.”

“That’s good baby, I know you’ll be my good girl.”

He takes his cock out of his tight sweatpants. You nervously look at it. His size is definitely intimidating, especially for someone like you who has no experience.

He strokes it, making it grow even larger.

“You ready sweetheart?”

“Mhm, yes I am sir.”

He slowly climbs on top of you, his tip brushing your lower lips slightly as you both get situated.

He slid in gently, pushing enough to make you gasp in both pain and pleasure.

“That’s it baby, you think you can take it all?”

You nod with gritted teeth and closed eyes. You wanted to do it for him.

He pushed in all the way, bottoming out in you pussy. A tear rolled down your cheek from the pain. Lance wiped it away with his thumb, slowly starting to go in and out of you.

You grunted every time he filled you up entirely. Lance wanted to go faster, but he wanted to wait for your permission first. Fuck if it wasn’t hard for him to contain himself though.

You continued to moan. He just felt so good inside of you. You never knew this is what sex could feel like. You felt warm and whole. It felt right.

“Go faster, Lance.”

“You sure angel?”

“Yes! Yes I’m sure!”

“Don’t gotta tell me again.” He rapidly picked up his pace, slamming into you. With every slam you would let out a guttural moan you couldn’t contain.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Oh god keep going!”

“You feel so good and tight around my cock baby.”

“God Lance fuck me harder!”

He goes full speed, absolutely wrecking your body. You never knew your body could handle anything like this.

“Yeah baby you like that? You like when I fill you up?”

“Yes, yes, oh god Lance please keep fucking me!”

Your body began to get the same feeling it did just moments ago when Lance’s head was between your legs.

“Lance I’m gonna come again! Oh god oh fuck!”

Lance hadn’t noticed that you stopped calling him sir. You hadn’t either, both absolutely engulfed in making love to each other. Lance might call it fucking, you call it love making, because it felt like love making. Even though it wasn’t an extravagant night, and you were fucking on his desk in his office, this was an out of world experience.

“Come around my cock baby, I wanna feel you come all over me.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. Before you knew it, you were coming all over him.

“Oh god!”

“I got you baby, don’t worry, I got you” Lance said slowing his pace down. In no time, Lance was pulling out to come all over your stomach.

You both sat in silence, hearing nothing but heavy breathing.

You sat up a little to see Lance smiling.

“What is it?”

“Oh nothin’. Just wanted this for a long time. It was even better than I expected, especially with you being a virgin.”

“You like that I’m a virgin? Well, was.”

“Of course, angel, I broke your innocence. Now I’ll always know that I was your first. God that’s gonna make me so hard at practice when I think about it.”

You sat up all the way after Lance cleaned your stomach off with a towel. You put your clothes on and grabbed your bag to head home.

“Thanks, uh, thanks for this coach.”

“Same time tomorrow, angel?”

“... what?”

“Oh c’mon. You didn’t think this would be a one-time deal did you?”

“I... I really didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know you’d want me more than once.”

Lance rolled his eyes playfully “I know I can be an asshole baby, but I won’t treat you like that. You’re my girl. My good girl.”

______________________________________

From that day forward, you had been given the title “assistant” as well as student. You had worked closely with Lance, both during and after practice. You had fucked like rabbits for months, only meeting at your place and fucking in his office really. You had no idea why he wouldn’t take you to his place.

Was it dirty? Was he embarrassed where he lived?

You brushed it off, figuring it was nothing.

That was until one day at the gym your whole perspective had changed.

You walked in in your outfit like any other day, ready to get the girls started on their routine. Lance hadn’t arrived at the gym yet, but that was normal on Tuesdays.

Just as you had gotten all of the girls started on their routines you saw Lance walk in. Your face immediately lit up. That was until you saw a woman and a baby come in behind him.

“Lance! I need the keys to the van! I have to get Gabby to the daycare!”

“Maggie just calm down! They’re in my office! Fucking relax!”

Maybe it was his sister. Maybe it was his cousin? A roommate who was struggling to get by on her own? Your mind was full of thoughts, not realizing the actual truth of the situation.

Maggie followed him into his office and grabbed the keys from his hand. After, she gave him a deep kiss on the mouth.

“God, I hate you, but you’re just so damn cute I can’t stand to stay angry. Love you honey. See you after work!”

You felt like crying. No, you felt like throwing up. You felt like you could do both at the same damn time. How could he do this to you? How could he have a wife and child and still have the nerve to sleep with you and call you his “girl.” You froze in the middle of the gym, immediately turning around to avert Lance’s gaze. You knew he was going to look and see if you noticed what had happened just moments ago.

Some hot tears streamed down your face, but you chose to quickly wipe them away and turn around to face him.

He strutted up to you, almost nervous, like you were going to cause a scene in front of all of the girls. Instead, you turned and smiled at him.

“Hey, how come you were late?” Playing dumb.

Lance seemed dumbfounded. How could you not have noticed what happened? Nonetheless, he played dumb as well. “Uhhh.... I uhm. My car wouldn’t start.”

“Well, that’s just silly, you know if your car won’t start you can call me, right?”

“I uhm, I know. I just didn’t, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could never bother me.”

Before Lance approached you, you decided to roll with the punches. Of course, it hurt that he had a wife and kid. Of course, it hurt that you weren’t his wife, or girlfriend at that, but this is the closest thing you’ve ever experienced that emulated love. You weren’t going to give that up, not even for decent morals.

As the years went on you and Lance continued your nightly escapes and sneaking around behind his wife’s back. You felt good, though. He chose to spend time with you over his family. At the end of the days, however, your jealousy never subsided. You always knew you wouldn’t be the one he would sleep next to at night. You would never truly be “his girl.”

[atinybitofau]

[ateez] M I N G I ↝ enemies to lovers

EMPTY PROMISES (FT. WINGMAN SAN)

format: oneshot , wc: 1700+ , tags: fluffy-angst

• “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

• you roll your eyes at the impeccable hell raised demon named Choi San,

• who somehow someway,

• ended up being your college seat mate in almost every class.

• “A reminder is the last thing I need.” you feign a senile smile. “Not when I have a body mirror just egging to show me how beautiful I look every morning.”

• San chuckles bring the chair out for you to sit. “Well that may as well be the second most disgusting thing you wake up to anyway.”

• “The first?”

• his eyes roll in one direction, his tongue the other. “That.”

• god damn.

• how torturous it was to look at Song Mingi tonguing down the university’s female frat doll across two seat rows.

• “Great.” you sigh reaching for his notes from the other day. “Now would be a good time, San, to convince me to keep renewing my college registration please.”

• Song Mingi..

• where to begin right?

• well it all started when you two ended up as lab partners last spring.

• decent work; A+ for effort.

• besides that, a fat F for restraint.

• cause Mingi’s hot as hell, you knew that.

• one spectacular night and the next morning over?

• it’s, “Sorry babe. But you’re just not my type?”

• it’s humiliating for you.

• gut clenching at most.

• how the hottest guy in the University uses you like a voodoo doll.

• it isn’t embarrassing because you think you aren’t good enough,

• it’s embarrassing because you were stupid enough.

• stupid enough to let him break you just like that.

• “He’s just jealous.” San reminds you as class ends and Mingi walks out.

• “Yeah?” you reply in the most sarcastic way possible.

• “Yeah..”

• San’s a good guy though.

• unfortunately, one of Mingi’s better friends.

• but he knows more secrets than of what he can tell.

• some of which that revolves around, “— Mingi’s insecure. He just doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

• “I told you I’m over that.”

• you really are stupid.

• San knows you’re lying, hell, and so does the rest of the entire student body (a big body let me tell you)

• are you really over Mingi as much as you say you are?

• maybe not..

• “Hey hot stuff. What’ll take to get you to go out with me this Saturday night?”

• you smile at a potential date ready to say, “Free dinner and free cuddles?”

• instead what’s being said is, “A better pick up line maybe and a better face. Beat it, loser, or I’ll shove your head further up your ass than it already is.”

• you glare at the tall what.

• the keeper of your sole sanity,

• the keeper who refuses to give it back.

• “Mingi, what the hell?” you seethe pulling at his shirt. “That’s the eighth date you cost me!”

• “The eighth date I saved you from you mean.” he rolls his eyes leaning mindlessly next to your locker. “Every guy that asks you out obviously just wants some of your ass.”

• “Says the guy that’s already had it and thrown it away.”

• Mingi doesn’t do what he does to torture you.

• far from that in fact, it’s the opposite.

• and just because he’s everywhere but with you,

• doesn’t mean he wants to be.

• “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mingi? Like I don’t know, t-bagging somebody over Professor Kim’s desk?”

• Mingi lets out a guttural groan before rushing to tail behind you. “If I’m here with you, why would I need to be somewhere else?”

• “Because I hate you. Now leave me alone.” you push back at his chest from where he walks reversed in front of you. “I have labs at 2.”

• Mingi’s frustrated at most.

• the secrets that San keeps making it worse for him.

• cause Mingi just wants to be with you.

• but he doesn’t deserve that right, he knows that.

• so does everybody else including you.

• but unlike everybody else, you hope too high.

• “I’ll pick you up.” he tells you breathlessly eyes stern on you.

• but you swerve around him not saying a word.

• “Y/n, I’ll be there!”

• yeah right, you mumble under your breath.

• like each time he says.

• like each time he chases you.

• he raises that bit of hope that you have deep inside.

• but face the facts, y/n, you love him.

• one miserable year of pining and regret turned into this terrible devotion,

• of him and you picking sides.

• picking sides of which you can’t even define.

• “Asshole..” you mutter shaking your head turning to walk back home.

• alone.

• and you should’ve expected it.

• for him not to show up.

• sometimes you do wish he does.

• sometimes you do wish you woke up feeling good and looking that way too.

• waking up without sore eyes.

• “Don’t you look stunning this mor—“

• “San, I’m transferring.”

• “–ning. WAIT YOU’RE WHAT?!”

• you sigh noticing Mingi hasn’t walked in for class yet.

• “I was offered another scholarship overseas. And they offer a great summer program.” you bite at your lips not daring to look into the devil’s eyes. “I didn’t want to but.. there’s nothing really I’m giving up here.”

• “um ME? HELLO?!”

• you want to tell him he’s not enough.

• well San at least.

• it’s not him you need or want for that matter.

• that what you stayed here for was more than just a stupid college romance.

• but you fell so deep in love with someone who promises too much.

• to be short ended every time?

• “I need a break.” you mutter instead. “Maybe the short program will be good for me. Plus, if things don’t work out, I can always come back?”

• “You don’t plan to though, do you?”

• “Nope.”

• San tries to spend as much time as possible with you.

• trying to convince you to stay otherwise?

• actually trying to buy enough time until he tells Mingi to man the fuck up.

• calling him with ends tied saying, “Y/n’s leaving you jackass. No thanks to you. She’s going overseas and if you don’t do something about it, she’s not gonna come back.”

• Mingi scoffs.

• wanting not to care.

• cause it’s only so big his determination of loving you.

• it’s funner with different people, not the same thing over and over again.

• why he decided not to have you.

• he’s happy between satisfied and that.

• what’s better than being satisfied and happy?

• he doesn’t know yet.

• “San, can you help me pack?” you begrudgingly beg over speakerphone. “God there’s just— so much.”

• you’re already crying.

• how dumb you are to expect Mingi to convince you to stay by now,

• how wrong you always are.

• “How many times?” San asks you while you pack empty minded.

• you wipe at your sweat taping up a box. “W-what?”

• “How many times, y/n?”

• “How many times what?”

• “How many times did you wait? Wait for him to come to you whenever he says he will.”

• you don’t need him to specify or elaborate what he meant.

• you know exactly what he’s talking about.

• you roll your eyes going back to the task at hand, ignoring how much of an eyesore you must really look like right now. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, San.”

• “Oh yeah?” he stands up and pulls your arms away from that blasted box. “Then at least answer me this. How many times have you tried to go to Mingi instead of wait for him?”

• how about never?

• your back hurts.

• your head hurts.

• your heart hurts.

• actually how about, “Answering that isn’t what I need right now.”

• “Then what about Mingi? Is he what you need?”

• if San only knew what kinds of pain you felt..

• and to think this was gonna be the last hurrah.

• sometimes hate does overpower love on levels too high.

• like your hope for example.

• “I don’t need to be told twice when I’m not wanted. And Mingi doesn’t need to say it more than once either.” you’re convincing yourself more than you’re trying to at San.

• the clocks ticking y/n.

• that hope you have left starts to cycle back into intuition.

• if he doesn’t want to man up, y/n, you have to.

• now San’s that little devil on your shoulder that gets in your head.

• “M-Mingi..”

• his breath is rushed, haggard when he picks up the phone. “Yeah?”

• “Can you come over? No, you need to come now.”

• “Y-yeah. Okay yeah. I’ll be there soon.”

• for once, he does do something he promised to.

• looking like a complete shit storm almost as bad as you.

• what’s worse than a sight for sore eyes?

• two of them.

• “I love you.” you tell him as soon as you open your door. “You piece of shit. How many times I wait minutes for you outside the labs thinking you were gonna actually show up? The many times I’d wait for you at restaurants thinking you were actually gonna treat me out like all the dates you rejected for me? You piece of shit. How many times do I have to wait? No I’m not gonna wait again, Mingi.”

• his eyes blink resurfacing from his clouded mindset only to find you. “You actually wait for me?”

• “Well yeah I do!” you pout at the tall man who pouts back at you like a reflection in a mirror. “You say you’ll be there and of course I wait. Even if you were shoving your tongue down a poor girl’s throat minutes before, I’ll always wait.”

• Mingi’s lips twitch. “And you were waiting for me now. Before you leave to go somewhere without even telling me. You were waiting for me to tell you not to go.”

• he wants you to say it first.

• even if he doesn’t deserve it,

• he wants you to say it.

• “I am waiting for you to tell me not to go.” you grip at your door handle as if waiting to close it shut. “But I’m not waiting longer than I did for your stupid I love you back.”

• Mingi, come on, you idiot.

• just say it.

• “So you’ve been waiting a year for me to say I love you?” he reminds you as if he needed to.

• but that’s not what you want right now.

• no, you want him to tell you to stay.

• to stay for him.

• “I’m not gonna wait more than ten seconds. Ten seconds then I’m closing this door and saying goodbye.”

• “I just need five.”

• he takes you by your waist, fast and slow.

• like the whole year it took for him to do it again.

• to kiss you again.

• to hold you like this again.

• and god did the wait make it worth it cause you taste like heaven sent on a Monday morning,

• paradise to the undeserved.

• he cradles your cheeks in between the palms of his hands,

• for that 5 seconds he promised,

• only to finally say,

• “I do love you back.” he mumbles against your lips. “So please don’t go. I promise I’ll stay. Just— for fucksake don’t go.”

• satisfied,

• you between happy and that.

• him feeling past both satisfied and happy.

• no actually completely in love,

• you tell him, “I’ll stay if you keep that promise.”

• and for once in his entire life,

• he does.

@atinybitofau

[rintarous]

Can I request Bakugou x reader where in the supplementary classes Cami and Inasa are talking to Todoroki who mentions Bakugou's denial of his crush on the reader where Cami decides to meet them specifically so she can make illusions to try and get Bakugou to own up to his own feelings. Or blackmail him. Inasa can't stop giving loud and terrible advice and Bakugou now has a new vendetta against Todoroki

a/n: imma change this up again and instead of getting cami to meet reader, todoroki shows a picture instead to make things faster adhkkadskjhd i hope i did this right

one thing for sure is that todoroki can’t keep his mouth shut especially when it comes to embarassing his friends. so the moment bakugou let it slip that he had a crush on you, todoroki wanted nothing more but share to the world about one of bakugou’s deepest secrets. 

bakugou still wonders what the fuck happened and how todoroki managed to get “yeah i like her” out of him.

“icyhot you bastard, that’s not what i fucking meant!” bakugou yells, in full denial mode in front of his “friend” as they walk together to the bus stop. todoroki smirks making bakugou more angry. 

“whatever you say, bakugou” todoroki snickers as his blonde friend is literally seconds away about to blow him up.

the pair arrive at their supplementary classes and met up with inasa and camie in the hallways. “hi~” camie chirps, waving at the two boys with inasa trailing behind her.

“TODOROKI, BAKUGOU! WE MEET AGAIN” inasa booms. bakugou huffs and shoves his hands deeper inside his pockets and walks away from the group, heading over to the men’s locker room to change into his hero outfit.

“what’s up with him?” camie pouts, pointing her finger to bakugou’s direction. todoroki stifles in his laughter. “he’s mad because i got him to blurt out he likes our fellow classmate” todoroki grabs his phone and pulls up a picture of you, showing it to inasa and camie. 

“she’s beautiful! no wonder bakugou likes them!” inasa compliments, his voice a bit too loud that bakugou definitely heard it from the locker rooms. todoroki suddenly smiles widely, “hey camie, can you do me a favor?” 

—

all throughout their class today, bakugou has been avoiding todoroki, inasa and camie at all costs. knowing todoroki who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, the vital information has already reached the two shiketsu students.

“AH BAKUGOU THERE YOU ARE!” inasa yells out, running after bakugou. bakugou immediately curses, walking faster to avoid the big man following him. “I think your crush is really beautiful! why won’t you just confess that you like her so you two can start dating eh?” inasa giggles, giving advice.

bakugou felt a vein pop in his forehead. “i’m going to fucking murder todoroki” he growls under his breath. the next thing he knew, camie and todoroki were right beside inasa.

“hey bakugou~” camie calls, already transforming into you with the image todoroki showed earlier in mind. bakugou turns around and was about to pass out. 

“let’s practice how will you confess!” camie squeals, in the illusion of you. bakugou wanted to kill todoroki on the spot right there. his pupils no longer visible. todoroki on the other hand, couldn’t stop laughing at what was happening around them. 

“great idea, camie! that way he’d be more relaxed when he’s actually doing it!” inasa claps his hands at the thought. “you’re all fucking DELUSIONAL” bakugou barks at the group.

camie tilts her head to the side, “what do you mean~?” she asked. “isn’t this how she looks like? this is what todoroki-san showed earlier” camie points out. bakugou’s head snaps to todoroki who’s avoiding eye contact with him. 

“todoroki-san, why won’t you call Y/N right now so we can hear what she sounds like?” inasa asked todoroki as bakugou was walking closer to todoroki. “she’s already on the phone” todoroki says as he puts his phone up in the air.

“todoroki-kun? what’s up?” your voice echoed from the speakers of todoroki’s phone. “fuck you, icyhot” bakugou snarled as todoroki smiles in triumph. bakugou surely can’t do anything to him as you were on the phone, listening to everything. 

“HELLO Y/L/N-SAN! I AM INASA” an unfamiliar voice speaks to you. “oh hello,” you greet through the phone, “todoroki-kun, what’s happening? is something wrong?” you asked.

"THERE’S NOTHING WRONG, Y/L/N-SAN! WE’RE JUST PRACTICING WITH BAKUGOU ON HOW HE WILL CONFESS HIS FEELINGS FOR YOU” inasa laughs. 

todoroki has never seen bakugou this red and angry. bakugou’s explosions were now going off at an alarming rate with his eyes locked on inasa who’s holding todoroki’s phone. before bakugou could pounce on inasa, you spoke up.

“well, i hope you guys practice well cause i’ll be waiting for him later when he gets back” you giggled, ending the call. “well, that was easier than expected” camie sighs, poofing back to herself.

“you’re welcome” todoroki says as he pockets his phone. “there’s just something i need to do” bakugou speaks. “wha-” before anyone could ask, bakugou already made sure they— todoroki, inasa and camie blasted off to the other side of the building.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU ALL FUCKING GET FOR EMBARRASSING ME LIKE THAT” 

[platypanthewriter]

My Yuletide Exchange fic!

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five Read them as I post here, or all at once in Ao3 under peterqpan! @harringroveholidayexchange <3

“Hey,” Steve whispered, against Billy’s lips, grinning, pinned to his locker with Billy’s fingers clenched in his jacket. "Hey, I, uh. I got the house to myself for a few days. Wanna—”

“They what,” Billy paused, pulling back to frown at him. “They went away for Christmas without you?”

“No,” Steve laughed. “It’s for business, y’know.” He was still smiling, but it didn’t look happy.

“You wanting a sleepover, Harrington?” Billy asked, laughing.

“Wanna unwrap you Christmas morning,” Steve said, and Billy’s blood all rushed to his dick without stopping to let him answer.

“...maybe I can sneak out,” he said hoarsely. He kissed his boyfriend again, breathing in the smell of wet hair care products, exhaust fumes, and melting snow.

Billy’s dad was late again, that night, and he, Max, and Susan chewed long and peacefully at the rubbery meat in her casserole, listening to tinny Christmas carols.

“Neil, uh,” Susan started, then swallowed. “I—I’m—he said to say—”

“Jesus, Mom, talk for yourself,” Max shot over, and Susan bit her lips together, watching her hands.

She sighed. “He has to go out of town,” she told them, and Billy and Max stared at her, Max’s mouth twitching.

“Wait, when?” Max asked, dropping her fork. “How long will he be gone?”

“He’ll be gone for a week,” Susan said softly, her eyes on the casserole bite she was smushing into her plate. “He’s leaving tomorrow—”

“He’ll be gone for Christmas?! Holy hell, best present ever,” she crowed, and Billy drew a breath, trying not to smile like a goon. He choked on his casserole.

The house was already decorated for Christmas—Susan had done it when they were at school—and Billy coughed into a poinsettia-themed napkin.

He slammed his fist into his chest as he rose and grabbed the phone, hauling the cord into the bathroom to dial. “Steve,” he panted into the phone, still coughing. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Hey, I can come. I can come for Christmas.”

“You can?!” Steve sounded startled, but delighted. “You—you want to come over here for Christmas? I don’t—there won’t be anything—I can try to cook a—”

“I’m not coming for dinner, moron,” Billy sighed, feeling his cheeks heat as he grinned. “Not into you for your cooking skills.”

“We should get pies or something. Or ice cream,” Steve said, laughing. “Are—are you sure you wanna—you don’t have to, I mean, I’m used to it, it’s fine, I didn’t expect you to—”

“I’m coming,” Billy told him, imagining Steve watching reruns of Family Feud and staring at the wall all Christmas day. “Shut up, doofus, I’m gonna be there, okay.”

“Gimme the phone, Billy!” Max shouted, kicking the door. “I need to call Lucas!”

He surrendered it as she brushed by him on his way out. Susan was alone at the dinner table, her head in her arms.

On Christmas eve, Steve wouldn’t stop prowling the house, so Billy finally grabbed him around the waist and spun him around. “The hell is your deal. You need walkies?”

Steve laughed, sliding his arms around Billy’s neck. “F’we got some food, we could have like a real Christmas, y’know.”

Billy squinted over Steve ‘TV dinners are food’ Harrington’s shoulder at the wall. “Whaddaya mean ‘food’?”

“...like a ham or something,” Steve mumbled, and Billy considered, swaying them around.

“...you wanna go to the store?” he asked, and Steve pulled away to see his face so fast Billy staggered holding him up. He looked delighted, and Billy sighed internally over his planned lazy day of sex. “I can make a pie or something,” he offered, and Steve hugged him.

Billy was stuffed in Steve’s old ski jacket, taking a smoke break behind the Bradley’s Big Buy while Steve bought the entire grocery store, when he heard a woman’s voice shouting, and some loud thumps. He leaned around the corner of the building into the wind to watch her smacking the pay phone around, and wondered which of her kids was getting the verbal beatdown, but then she stumbled back, wiping her face with both wrists, and turned to bang her fist against the hood of her snow-covered car. The wind tried to take her hat, and she smacked her hand down on her head.

He meandered towards her, checking his watch—Steve had been buying everything for ages, surely everything had already been bought— as she opened her driver’s-side door and climbed in, slumping against the steering wheel. The snow on her roof and window fell a little with the force of her slam, whirling away into the gray evening, but it started building up again almost immediately.

Her car didn’t move. Billy squinted, crouching, to look in her snowy window, and she just sat there, as the sun set on Christmas eve, huddled in her driver’s seat in the snow. Billy wandered over to knock on the driver’s side windshield, the salted road crunching underfoot.

She rolled it down and sniffled, and he squinted at her, fairly sure she was somebody’s mom. “Hello,” she said, wiping her nose with her wrist, but her eyes were suspiciously red and shiny. “I’m fine!” she said brightly, before he could ask.

“A—are you sure?” Billy asked, noticing her shivering, and the buildup of breath on the inside of the windows.

“Merry Christmas!” she said, her voice shaky, and he squeezed against her door as a car passed.

“Uh,” he said, and tried to weigh being nice, which Steve preferred, but which probably meant listening, against his instinct to call her bullshit. “Bullshit,” he said, raising his voice to be heard.

“I-it’s Christmas eve,” she gulped, and started to cry.

“Yeah,” he nodded, taking a last draw on his cigarette, and tossing it behind him into the snowy road. “Doesn’t look too merry, though.” She had to be one of the actual parents of Steve’s kids-by-monster-hunting, he was fairly sure.

“I’m sorry!” she yelled, more at the steering wheel than him, and flailed her arms. “This is—this is crap! Everything is—everything is crap, it’s gone to shit, I don’t—I don’t—”

“Uh-huh,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows. “Who were you tryin’ to call?”

“My kids!” she yelled, smacking the steering wheel again, which put her as probably the littlest one’s mom, he thought, since he didn’t think Henderson had a brother. Or Lucas, he thought, grimacing. You never know, look at me and Susan, maybe he looks nothing like her. She sighed. “And I’m out of dimes.”

“...I might have a dime,” Billy said, jutting his hip in order to dig around in his tightest jeans, the ones he’d worn thinking Steve would peel off him. He found a hole in his pocket, and sighed.

“It’s no use,” she groaned, clicking her lighter about eleven times trying to light a cigarette, until he gave up and grabbed his lighter instead, holding it out. Between the wind and her shivering so hard, he had to chase the end of the cigarette around, and she groaned, starting to snicker. “Oh, jesus. I’m gonna freeze to death on Christmas Eve.”

“I can’t give you one thin dime?” Billy laughed, catching a little of her hysteria, and laughing. He wiped a snowflake off his eyelashes, his cheeks completely numb.

“I have to get home,” she sighed, leaning her head back to blow smoke at the ceiling. “I got...I got dinner to cook…” she groaned, wiping her eyes. “...somehow.”

Billy stood up to frown at the front of the store. Every time the doors opened there was a wind-muffled riff of Jingle Bells or Winter Wonderland, and he looked up to see Steve still hadn’t come out. He sighed. “Maybe you can use the phone in there?”

She sniffled, nodding. “Probably.” She took a long drag and blew out, frowning at him, and rubbing her hands together. “...you one of Jonathan’s friends?” she shouted over the noise of a passing truck.

Hell no, Billy thought, and cleared his throat. “Steve Harrington’s.”

She raised her eyebrows, nodding. “What are you doing out this late? Just out offering women dimes you don’t have?”

Billy snorted, brushing the snow off his shoulders, and rubbing his arms. “That’s my plan, yeah. Nah, Steve’s shopping for tomorrow. I guess we’re burning a turkey.”

She blinked, and leaned closer. “What? ...you two are making a turkey? Here, come around, get in.”

“Uh,” Billy said, shoving his hands in his pockets, but he walked around and climbed in as she unlocked it, so she could roll up the window. “Y-yeah, he wants a turkey,” he said again, in the quiet of the car, watching her shiver. “I mean, Steve’s parents, they’re always out of town—”

“Oh, he’s going to your house?” she asked, smiling over. “That’s nice of your mom.”

Billy swallowed down she’s not my fucking mom, and it’s nothing to do with her, and fuck you, and settled on, “N-no. I’m going to his place.”

“Oh,” she nodded, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, trying to get her blood moving. “Slumber party. Well, kiddo, I wish you more luck than I have ever had, trying to cook turkeys.” She pulled her knees up, hugging them, and sighed. “First turkey ever I burnt the whole outside, had to open all the windows...carve it outside ‘cause of the smoke...but when we stuck the knife in, it was still bleeding. Goddamn...burn victim on the table. Nearly called 911 for the turkey.” Billy was snickering, but he nearly lost it as she sighed out a trail of smoke, and said, “It was so raw inside I nearly tried CPR.”

“Oh no,” he wheezed, leaning against the side of her car. “We can just eat mashed potatoes, I guess.”

“My mom suggested I try adding a little garlic,” she said, curling up tighter. “She meant powdered garlic. Powdered. We kept hitting raw garlic cloves in the mashed potatoes…”

Billy groaned into his arm, leaning against the side of her car, but couldn’t stop sniggering.

“Want me to go in and make a call?” he asked her, and she swallowed hard, her eyes welling up again. Billy froze, lifting his hands for some stupid reason.

“It’s no good,” she moaned into her knees, waving her cigarette around. “What am I gonna do?! Even if Jonathan comes and gets me, I can’t—I can’t cook—”

“...you didn’t get any better?!” Billy asked, startled, imagining decades of bleeding turkey corpses, like a battlefield.

“I did get better,” she snarled, waving the cigarette at him. “I did! It was...it was pretty okay last year, there were good parts! It was edible! But how the hell am I supposed to cook with no power, huh, answer me that, smartass.”

Billy blinked. “...your power’s out?”

“The storm,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “Knocked a tree over, broke the kitchen window—” she sniffled. “And now my car won’t start—” She laughed sharply, looking away, and crossed her arms. “Some mother I am, I can’t even keep the heat on.”

Billy climbed out, checking again for Steve, and he was finally there. “HARRINGTON!” he yelled. “HARRINGTON! Over here!” Steve stopped halfway to his car, frowning around, and Billy slammed the door and ran up as Steve was unloading like 900 bags of groceries into his car. “C’mere,” Billy said, “It’s—that kid’s—mom!”

“What?” Steve asked, squinting, and Billy leaned their heads together to hiss “—the monster house lady.” Steve stared at him. “Joyce Byers? She—there were just monsters, she doesn’t have a monster house—”

“Yeah, that one,” Billy agreed, rolling his eyes and yanking Steve’s arm until he came along to Joyce Byers’ half-buried car.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” Billy told her. “You got your jumper cables, Harrington?”

“Always do,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows, before leaning to sweep the snow off her passenger window. “Uh, hey, Mrs. Byers.”

Billy was considering his holidays with Steve as he’d planned them—naked the whole time, and no cooking at all—and sighed, remembering Steve agonizing over the selection of potatoes. He knocked on the roof of her car. “We’ll bring his car ‘round, okay?”

“I’m the grown-up here!” she wailed, then closed her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah,” Billy told her, before walking around to put an arm around Steve. “So,” he said, talking in his normal voice, but it was like a whisper with all the wind.

“Sorry,” Steve told him. “I know you wanna get back, but I can’t just leave her there—”

“Hey, I called you over,” Billy hissed, and Steve grinned at him, his gaze dropping to Billy’s lips as he licked his own. Billy’s whole body warmed, and he wanted to just grab Steve Harrington and haul him behind the building and—he took a slow breath, willing himself to think about something else. “Uh, so. You don’t—you got no idea how to cook all this food.”

“I can figure it out!” Steve protested. “I can read—”

“And her kitchen just got smashed by a tree,” Billy continued. Steve’s mouth dropped open. “She’s got no power, and it’s cold, she said.”

Steve’s eyes were wide and worried, and Billy smashed the lid on the coffin of his sex weekend.

“Isn’t that kid of hers, like, ten? You gonna leave him with no heat on Christmas?”

“No!” Steve breathed. “Uh, that okay, though? I know—I know you wanted…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows with a grin that was unfair, given the situation, and Billy elbowed him.

“I want you to have your damn turkey,” Billy growled. “Ham. Whatever.”

“I did also buy a turkey,” Steve admitted guiltily, and Billy kicked his ass lightly as it walked away.

When they got back to Joyce, she was starting to turn blue, so Steve bundled her into his passenger seat while they ran his engine. “Come for Christmas,” he said.

“What?!” she squawked.

“Bring...everybody,” Steve sighed, and Billy realized too late he’d doomed them to a whole day with the man Steve’s ex was dating. “Show me how to cook a turkey?”

Joyce opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, then groaned, tipping forward to lean against the glove compartment. “I invited Hopper,” she finally yelled, flailing her arms, and Billy started snickering at Steve’s frown of determination.

“But you don’t have heat,” Steve pointed out. “Invite ‘em over, I got a big-ass turkey. Eleven can hang out with Will.”

“I’m supposed to pick Will up from Dustin’s place,” she sighed into the door of the glove compartment, and Billy bit back a snicker, glancing at Steve—sure enough, when the pay phone rang through to the Hendersons, Dustin was appalled.

“You sayin’ I’m not invited, Steve Harrington?” he hissed. “You know what my mom’s got planned? I’m gonna be on the floor next to the cat, choking down some goddamn Fancy Feast, because you can’t invite your best friend to come to your stupid—”

Steve pressed the phone to his chest, and frowned at Billy, wedged against him in the relative warmth of the phone booth. “Dustin wants to come,” Steve said, as though Billy hadn’t heard him. Or met Dustin Henderson.

“So invite him,” Billy shrugged, rubbing his knuckles along Steve’s ribs, and wishing Joyce Byers wasn’t watching them from the car, blowing on her fingers. Steve licked his lips, watching him back, and Billy hissed, “Steve.”

“Right,” Steve said, jerking back to Earth, and lifted the phone again. “If you’re coming, you gotta bring food.”

“Mom’s not gonna let me make a mess, that’s why I gotta—”

“Bring food,” Billy yelled into the receiver, and hung up. He turned his face so Joyce couldn’t see, kissed his fingers, watching Steve’s face, and saw his adam’s apple jerk as he swallowed. Billy reached up and brushed the kiss over Steve’s jaw, and then elbowed the phone booth door open, stumbling back out.

“Love you,” Steve whispered, and Billy shushed him, bumping their shoulders together.

He’d been with Steve Harrington since the previous morning, and his cheeks hurt from smiling.

When they got back in Steve’s car, Joyce was starting to uncoil, going limp like her strings had been cut as she sprawled in front of Steve’s heat and defrost. Billy climbed in behind Steve, listening to Steve try to convince her to bring her kids over that night, to where there was heat.

Billy had a sudden thought. “Harrington,” he hissed, pushing himself forward to grab the back of Steve’s seat, “—we don’t have a tree.”

“Oh shit,” Steve whispered, his eyes wide, and Joyce started snickering at them. “Go get everybody,” he told Joyce, his jaw set. “We’ll get a tree.”

She just smiled at them, cocking her head, and then took a deep shuddery breath and rubbed her face. “Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll get Jonathan to bring some lights. We got a ton of Christmas lights—”

For some reason, Steve winced at this, but she reached over and squeezed his arm. She held it for a long second, then cleared her throat, and climbed out of the car.

Steve nodded, gripping the steering wheel of the car, and Billy barely waited for Joyce to turn away before he hugged Steve from behind, seat and all. “What’s your problem,” he asked, but Steve laughed softly.

“Just wanna kiss you,” he said, grinning in the rearview mirror.

Joyce’s car behind them sputtered to life, and they climbed out to disconnect the cables.

“Maybe don’t turn off the engine ‘til you make it to our house,” Steve told her, yelling as a car went by, and Billy’s heart thudded in his chest, sending his blood to his face and dick and nowhere else when Steve said our house. He tried to hide his face by turning back to Steve’s car and lighting a cigarette.

“Oh,” she laughed a little jaggedly. “It, um, it’s usually...fine. I just should have started it on my lunch break, you know. In this weather. I was a little…”

“We’re going to go get a tree,” Steve told her, firmly. “You have to bring everyone tonight and help us decorate it. I think I made ornaments in school once,” he muttered. “We could make ornaments?”

“You really don’t have to,” Joyce laughed, shaking her head, poised halfway in the car. “Just get a tiny one!”

“I’m getting a huge tree!” Steve hollered back, his feet spread like he was ready to fight for his ginormous tree, and Billy crunched closer through the half-packed snow on the sidewalk and grabbed him around the waist.

“Let’s go,” he whispered. “We gotta go actually buy it.”

“Bring lots of lights!” Steve was yelling at Joyce, who had her head on her steering wheel. It looked like she was...laughing, Billy hoped.

By the time Billy got the ENTIRE GROCERY STORE Steve had bought into the kitchen, Steve was in the front room with the twelve foot tree, trying to get the door they’d had to take off back onto its hinges. He’d drug out six dusty boxes labeled things like ‘galand’ and ‘ligt stands’ and Billy was wondering whether they were stands or strands when Steve came up behind him, sliding his arms around Billy’s waist, and kissing down his neck.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and Billy leaned into it, letting his head fall to the side.

It was warming again, with the door back in place and closed against the snow, and Billy squirmed around to face Steve, pulling him closer to kiss him open-mouthed before everyone showed up. “What’re you thanking me for,” he whispered.

“Helping me with this shit,” Steve whispered back, kissing him again. “Helping Mrs. Byers.”

Steve’s kisses always went straight to Billy’s dick, and he groaned, stepping a few inches back and clearing his throat. “Damn,” Billy said, hoarsely. “Well. You said it was our house,” he told Steve, smirking. “Gotta back up my man, right.”

“Oh shit, right,” Steve mumbled, and sighed. “Wish it was our house. They don’t need to come back,” he laughed, and it had the wistful note in it that had had Billy just about willing to climb out a window every damn day and just take whatever his dad dished out. “I’d rather have you,” Steve said, grabbing the back of Billy’s neck to yank him in for a quick peck on the lips before he stalked over to stare down at the boxes. “Next Christmas I just want you.”

“...careful what you wish for,” Billy told him, crouching to open a box. It contained cassettes, and Billy smushed the lid closed fast, but not fast enough, and in moments Steve had the house filled with John Denver and the Muppets.

“I’m going home,” Billy muttered into the next box, and then Steve grabbed him and spun him around on the hardwood floor of the front room, and Billy yelled “Fuck! Augh! Fuck you!” but Steve laughed, dancing around him until Billy submitted to ‘dancing’, trying to avoid Steve’s elbows, and not get his stockinged feet stomped by Steve’s bare ones.

“Don’t go home, babe,” Steve told him, laughing, and Billy sighed in his arms.

“...like I would.”

There were ornaments. Glass, mostly, and some cut-out plastic ones of Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown. There was a glass stork that said ‘Baby’s first Christmas, 1966’, and one with a picture of Steve on Santa’s lap staring at the camera with huge stricken eyes like he was being flashed in a different sense of the word.

“Come on, help me get the tree up, first,” Steve told him, and Billy nodded, pulling one out with a picture of Steve’s mom and dad, maybe. They looked like movie stars in a glamor shot for a magazine, and Steve looked maybe four, staring into the middle distance. “Billy Hargrove,” Steve called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Billeeeeeeeeeee.”

Billy bit his lips as he got to his feet, and threw his arm around Steve’s shoulders, squeezing him hard. “I’m here, I’m here. Too bad we can’t get the wood stove going.”

“Oh,” Steve blinked at it. “That’d be nice, huh. There are probably pellets somewhere. Now,” Steve said, leaning back into Billy’s chest. He steepled his fingers, and Billy registered that he’d dumped three of the other boxes out in a mess of stockings, lights, and a hollow light-up snowman.

“Our tree is too big for the tree stand I found,” Steve said, like that was a normal problem to have, and Billy started snickering again. “No, no, it’ll work,” Steve mumbled, eyeing the tree and the ceiling, “—I’ll hang it from the ceiling. On a wire. And—and we can stick it in a bucket. It’ll last longer,” he announced, “—like cut flowers!”

“When is Christmas, Harrington,” Billy whispered back. “Today is Christmas eve, so how long does the tree need to last? One day, Harrington. One.”

“It’ll work,” Steve hissed back, and Billy waved as his boyfriend went off to war, a soldier searching the garage for weapons in the fight against a twelve-foot tree.

“Be brave,” Billy called, and Steve flipped him off, shutting the garage door on “—our prayers go with you!” While Steve was gone, Billy ran his fingers through his hair, and sat down to check the lights, plugging each strand into the wall. He groaned at the two that didn’t work, and considered testing every bulb...and then tiptoed to the kitchen, and wedged them into the very bottom of the trash.

Steve returned triumphant, drill in hand, and Billy got the hell out from under the ladder, stomping off to the garage himself to find an extension cord for all the lights. When he returned, Steve was trying to balance the tree on top of the bucket, and Billy tossed the extension cord aside and ran to help, so Steve could climb the ladder and wire the damned thing to the ceiling.

It looked ridiculous. “Feel like I’m in a fucking Macy’s,” Billy growled, and Steve beamed at him.

“Yank on it!” he suggested, and Billy kicked the ladder. Steve swore, glowering down.

“I’m not yanking on your monster tree, you think I wanna die like a vampire, stake through my chest,” Billy muttered, and Steve jumped down and hugged him, his sweater warm, his face cold from the air in the garage. Billy groaned into his shoulder. “...we’re boning under this thing, right,” he asked, long-suffering, and Steve blinked, then nodded.

“Yeah, I mean,” he cleared his throat, biting back a smirk. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Billy sighed again, and set his shoulders. “Okay, then.”

“Fucking love you,” Steve said fondly, and Billy glared at him, and then the piles of lights.

“Yeah?! Yeah, you—you fucking better,” he hissed, when the knock came at the door.

Jonathan and Will Byers wandered in with sleeping bags to stare at Billy’s armload of lights, and he could hear Joyce’s horrified voice when she saw the massive ham in the kitchen, next to the turkey they could have shoved Will inside of.

“Steve’s possessed,” Billy broke it to them, and Steve yelled back something about the spirit of Christmas. Billy nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows at the Byers’, and saw them realize they were as doomed as he was.

“Uh,” said Jonathan, clearing his throat. “Lemme help with the lights?”

Here’s part two! 

[ve1vetyoongi]

Operation: Love Letters | 01

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 5k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

💌 A/N: hello! i’ve been working on this series for a couple weeks now and it makes me so happy to finally be able to share it in the run up to valentines day! as the story progresses, there’ll be a ton of clues dropped about who the identity of the secret admirer is before the final reveal...so keep reading to find out! i hope you like it hehe, drop me an ask and lemme know your theories!! <3

Sign up for the Love Calculator today in the gym and find your perfect match, just in time for Valentine's day!

You scoff as you read the flier you crumple in your hand. It's that time of year again, huh? February. Valentine's. The month of love.

Yeah right.

Every year your college holds a charity event for Valentines day. You fill out a survey nicknamed the Love Calculator, where you answer so called "deep" questions about yourself and most importantly what you look for in a Valentine's date — and then a computer analyses your answers and, for just a couple bucks, works some cupid style magic and matches you up with your ‘most compatible’ person on campus.

The instructions say you're supposed to send a love letter to your number one match. And if they respond? Then it's a match made in heaven! Insert eye roll here.

It's conceited really, just a ploy to draw money out of the student body with the promise of true love — which is exactly why you've never joined in with the hype before.

Until this year, that is, when your best friend Jimin, ever the hopeless romantic, managed to convince you to sign up. Which is how you find yourself in the gymnasium, surrounded by heart shaped balloons and the cheesy cover of I Wanna Know What Love Is that plays over head, stuffed into a booth as you fold up your survey and scribble your name on the front with a roll of your eyes.

Jimin's beanie falls across his face as he excitedly rummages around in the satchel slung across his torso to fish around for a pencil, hopping from foot to foot as he places delicate crosses in the boxes beside Male and Looking for a soulmate.

"I still don't know about this." You murmur as you tap your foot and stare down at the pink piece of paper in your hand, nerves brewing inside you for a reason you can't quite put your finger on. There’s a reason you’ve never done this before -- what if you get someone weird as your first match? Or worse what if you aren’t compatible with anyone at all and you find out you’re destined to be painfully alone forever?

This is definitely a bad idea. You should just rip your survey up right now and throw it in the trash and nobody would ever have to know you even came here, even if just to entertain your best friend's fantasies.

But Jimin is too fast, snatching it from your fingers before you can protest and pulling you gleefully by the elbow over to the Calculation Station where he slides both of your surveys over to the cheerleader manning the desk with a dazzling smile, all much to your dismay.

"Oh come on, lighten up!" He says, clasping his hands together wistfully as he eagerly watches the cheerleader input your data into the computer. "This is gonna be so fun! Who knows? Maybe I'll match someone really hot and we'll get married and adopt the cutest babies ever--."

"Or you could match with a crazy serial killer." You interrupt with a raise of your brow.

Jimin shrugs. "I guess that would suck, but it would make an awesome Netflix Original. I'd totally get famous and win an oscar and—” He drags you over to the counter when he notices the cheerleader beckoning you with a finger. “Too late now anyway, our results are ready!"

The printer beside the desk spits out two pieces of paper, and the cheerleader glances over them with a nod before folding them up carefully and handing them over to you with a wink.

"Have a good day, and don't forget to spread the love!" She says, and you offer her a sheepish smile as you take your results.

Jimin is already pulling you out of the gym and into the hallway, finding a quiet corner where he eagerly unfolds his page with a grin that falls right from his face when he reads the names littered across his page surrounded by a plethora of hearts.

"What the heck! Are you kidding me?" Jimin thrusts his results beneath your nose so you can read the names for yourself. "I got Park Chanyeol as my number one match?"

You bite back a laugh. Jimin and Chanyeol had a fling last summer, but it ended on a sour note when Chanyeol ended up being allergic to Jimin's pet kitten who he refused to part with for anyone, no matter how hot.

"Maybe it was meant to be after all?" You laugh as Jimin crumples up his results and throws them into a nearby trash can with a childish pout.

"You were right. It was dumb. I would've been better off matching with a serial killer." Jimin grumbles, shoulders slumping forward as his dreams of true love crumble. He perks up when he notices you wringing your own results in your hands though, paper still sealed tightly. "Come on, your turn! Let's see who you got."

"Maybe I should just throw this in the trash, too. You said it yourself, the survey was dumb anyway." You shrug.

"Nope. I'm not letting you get away that easily." Jimin clasps his hands together, looking up at you with a pout. "Please? For me?"

You have to admit, there’s a strange fluttery feeling in your stomach as you turn the paper over in your hands. Who knows? Maybe Jimin was right, and the love of your life’s name was printed right on this here paper, and you were wasting your chance. 

To hell with it! What's the worst that could happen, right?

"Fine! I'll open it."

Jimin claps giddily and with strangely shaky hands you unfold the paper, Jimin crowding around with his chin on your shoulder so you can both read your results.

Wow. You gaze down at the list of names you've never even heard of, strangely disheartened. You aren’t sure what you were expecting but this is not exactly the life changing love story you were promised when you handed over five bucks to that cheerleader just now.

You can't help but feel your stomach drop. Are you seriously disappointed? It's not like you had high hopes for this thing in the first place.

"Well damn," You crumple up the paper and drop it into your backpack with a chuckle, joining the hustle and bustle of students walking to class. "That was totally a waste of time."

Jimin pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, you never know, someone could get your name and send you a love letter."

You raise your brows. "I appreciate the positivity but I don't think that's very likely."

“Don’t be such a downer! It’s the month of love after all.” Jimin slows down, heading towards the bathrooms. "I'll catch you up okay? All this excitement made me need to pee!" And with that he disappears into the little boy's room with an air kiss sent your way.

With a fond shake of your head you head towards your locker, thumbing in your combination and lurching open the metal door -- but your forehead furrows when something small and pink unexpectedly floats out and lands beside your feet.

"Huh?"

You bend down, fingers curling around a pearly pink envelope, eyes widening when you see who it's addressed to. You.

You turn it over in your hands, glancing side to side with narrowed eyes, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Could this be what you think it is? A love letter? Only one way to find out...

Your thumb slides beneath the heart shaped wax seal, hands trembling as you shake out the note folded up neatly inside and let your eyes fly across the messy words scrawled in pink pen with a gasp.

Your heart thumps. Your shaky fingers have left crumples along the edges of the paper, and you know you should throw it away before you even entertain the idea that this is real, let alone meant for you.

But your eyes keep tracing the pen strokes, the neat and even but unsteady handwriting; a nervous hand wrote this letter, you realise. A boy's hand. The letters are slanted just enough to tell, and there's smudges of ink where their wrist dragged carelessly across the page.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You jump at the sound of your name and shove the letter between the pages of a text book before slamming your locker closed just in time to flash your best friend what you hope is as close to a non-suspicious smile as you can muster as he bounds up the hall towards you.

"You ready to go to class?" Jimin asks, holding out his elbow and you nod. "It's a shame about the Love Calculator results huh? But who knows! Maybe we'll find Valentine's some other way."

"Yeah." You nod with a small smile, lost in thought as your mind drifts back to the love letter stowed away in your locker. "Maybe."

A smile appears on your lips. Maybe your results aren't so useless after all.

"From your secret admirer..."

You finish reading the love letter you found addressed to you in your locker with a triumphant smile, expecting a far more enthusiastic reaction from your roommate Yoongi. who just peers at you over the lid of his laptop with a bored expression.

"That's it?" He blinks. "You really paid five bucks for that?" He offers you a roll of his eyes as he watches you dance around your apartment waving around a piece of pink paper excitedly. "They didn't even leave their name?"

"Well duh," You slump down beside him on the couch, clutching the note to your chest and sending him an eye roll. "That would defeat the purpose of a secret admirer."

Yoongi just scoffs and goes back to his work with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you even did that stupid Love Caluclator thing. It's probably just a scam, anyway."

You pout, smoothing out the corners of the letter attentively. "You're just jealous nobody sent you a love letter." 

Yoongi crosses his arms, flustered. "Am not! For your information I didn't even do the survey. Why would I care about what the results of a dumb survey have to say, anyway?"

You cock your head at him and dangle your results in front of his face teasingly. "Oh, so you won’t want to know who I matched with then if it's so dumb?"

He narrows his eyes with a puff, before snatching the paper with a shake of his head. "Fine. But only because you insisted."

You watch with a smug smile as Yoongi drags his finger down the list, distaste etched into his features as he reads each name out loud in turn before he splutters around the very last one.

"Hold up. You got me?" He chokes, holding up the page and pointing to where his name is printed in bold pink letters. Yoongi averts his eyes when you bust out laughing, crumpling up the paper and lobbing it at you with a scoff. "What did I tell you? It's dumb."

You clutch your sides and prod him with your foot as he grumbles under his breath. "Why? I thought you weren't scared of what a silly little survey has to say?"

"I'm not scared. Like I said, it's clearly a scam." Yoongi's cheeks heat up and he flashes you a look that tells you to quit teasing. "And this proves it."

"Oh don't get so worked up, Yoongi. I'm just messing with you." You unfold the paper and point to the biography beneath his name. "It says here we're only 10% compatible anyway, which kinda makes sense when you think about it. I'm a pretty decent roommate after all, right?"

Yoongi pushes away your results and buries his nose in a textbook instead. "You're being a pretty annoying roommate right now."

"Hey! Can you at least concentrate on this for a second? My love life finally gets interesting and you decide to do homework?"

Yoongi slams his book shut and finally turns to face you. "Jeez, Y/N, how can you even be sure the love letter isn't just...a prank or something? You're probably just wasting my time and your own getting caught up in it."

"Wow, you really have no faith in me huh?" You roll your eyes. "Because I just know. Whoever wrote this letter wanted me to read it. They left it in my locker on purpose! Is it so bad that I wanna know why?"

"Next thing I know you'll tell me you're going to actually try and find this person." Yoongi laughs breathily, but when he sees how you stare at him, arms crossed and unblinking, he lets out a groan. "Wait. You can't be serious?"

"Well why not?" You shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"How do you even plan on finding them? All you have is a crumpled up note and a list of matches."

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far yet..." It's then that Yoongi turns the page of his textbook and a folded up note flutters onto the carpet. "Wait...what's this?"

He just shrugs, not even bothering to look up as you open up the paper. "I don't know. Must have been inside that book."

"Is it yours?"

Yoongi shakes his head, leaning back in his seat to stretch like he's exhausted by your interrogation. "Taehyung checked it out of the library this morning. He said I could borrow it. Why?"

Your eyes widen when you see what is written on the piece of paper in front of you.

"Hey! Look at this." You punch Yoongi in the shoulder, ignoring his ow! to run your fingers over the pen marks on the paper. "Don't the scribbles seem familiar to you?"

Yoongi rubs his arm with a bored expression. "I mean, I guess?"

"Goddammit, Min Yoongi! Would you take this seriously?" You fumble around in your pocket for the love letter, placing them side by side on the table, heart skipping a beat when you take in the similarities between the two. "Take a look at the handwriting. It's totally written by the same guy!"

Yoongi's own eyes widen, pursing his lips as he nods. "So what? Now you know he had a Bio quiz last week. Hundreds of students sat that test."

A smile grows on your face as an idea strikes you, and you rip the book from his grip. "Yeah, but how many of those students took out this exact book from the library?"

"I don't know — probably a few — hey!" He reaches for you as you get to your feet, but he's too late, and you're already taking off with his textbook. "Where are you going with that! I need to study!"

"I'll be back in a few hours, I promise." You call as you slip on your shoes and slide the book into your backpack."I just need to get to the bottom of who sent me this love letter first!"

It's almost silent in the campus library when you arrive, apart from the scratch of pens against paper from students with their heads bent over text books and the repetitive classical music that floats through the book shelves like a calming wave.

You head over to the check out desk in search of some guidance, perhaps able to interrogate the poor kid on duty about what he knows about the text book, but it's empty, and no matter how many times you ring the little bell on the counter, nobody comes.

With a sigh you duck behind the closest towering book case, dumping your bag so you can get down to business by yourself. Even if you had to search high and low, you had to find where this book came from. Surely it would give you a clue as to who sent you the love letter, right?

Blowing dust off an old stack of books, you drag your finger across the spines until you reach the B section, tongue between your teeth as you mindlessly thumb through books on Baking and Beaches and Birds before you come to a stop where you should come across Biology...except all that you find is a gaping hole that matches perfectly with the size and shape of book in your hands.

Dang. Already a dead end? Maybe Yoongi was right...hundreds of people could've checked out this book so this was probably a dumb clue anyway.

You're about to give up when a flash of a red sweater catches your eye through the gap in the shelf. There in the corner sits a lanky boy, so tall his legs stick out from beneath the desk he inhabits by the window. His fingers play with a silver pen, but he's not interested in the open notebook perched in front of him with lines half filled, too busy wiping away the condensation on the glass and gazing out at the hustle and bustle of the city in rush hour that juxtaposes the quiet company of books and dust he resides among.

Huh. Something strikes you about this dude, but you can’t quite put your finger on it yet. You duck behind the book shelf, moving a couple books to the side so you can peer between the leather spines to get a better look, and it's then that you notice the text book propped open beside him — Biology 101 — an exact copy of the one tucked beneath your elbow.

"Do you need help with something?"

You jolt when a pair of dark eyes appear and stare right back at you through the gap in the bookshelf, making you drop  the textbook with a crash that elicits a series of harsh shhh! sounds from nearby. Upon further inspection you quickly realise it's the same guy you were spying on just moments ago, staring at you intently now as you stammer to form a response.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?" You grumble, clutching your chest and dipping down to grab the book and simultaneously hide your burning cheeks.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He says, notebook deserted on the table behind him now so he can peer at you curiously through the shelves with a smirk. "It's just you looked sorta lost so I thought I'd offer my assistance."

He points to the name tag pinned to his sweater with a grin. Kim Namjoon — Librarian. Hold up...where have you heard that name before?

Oh god...you totally got his name in the Love Calculator Survey! Awkward.

It's okay, maybe he doesn't recognise you...

"It's Y/N, right?" He says as he straightens the books you knocked down earlier and thrusts a hand through the shelf for you to shake.

Dang it.

"That's me..." You take his hand with a sheepish smile, eager to escape the situation by walking to the end of the book case, but he just follows you, eyes bobbing above the spines of old books. "Wait..this might sound weird, but you don't know that because you happened to send me an anonymous letter do you?"

"Uh..." He's much taller when you finally step out of the aisle and come face to face, and he peers down at you intrigued but with confusion still evident in his voice. "No?"

Phew.

"Good to know. Just checking." He seems to find your rambling funny, biting back a smile as you jerk the Bio text book towards him. "Then uh, yeah, actually. I do need help. Have you seen this before?"

He scans the front, nodding his head slowly. "Biology 101. Yup, I've seen it. I might be wrong but I think that probably came from the science aisle."

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm. "No, I mean, have you seen it anywhere suspicious. Like someone shady reading it in a dark corner or smuggling it out of the library like drug cartel—"

"Nope. Pretty sure I saw a guy with blue hair check it out this morning though if that's who you're looking for?"

Taehyung. Damn it!

"Not quite." You cross your arms with a sigh before an idea strikes you. "Hey, is there any way you can see who checked this book out before?"

"I mean, yeah." Namjoon lifts the hatch of the check out desk and slips behind, flipping the book open to the first page and typing a couple numbers into the computer. "If I just scan this barcode..." You watch as he scans the book and turns the monitor towards you so you can watch as a document loads up. "It should give us a list of people who checked it out this semester."

An involuntary gasp leaves you when you read the list of names that pops up on the screen, eyes wide as you lower your voice to a whisper. "Is there any way I could get a copy of this?"

"Yeah, sure." Namjoon hits a button and the printer beside him spits out a mirror image of the document on his screen. You snatch it up with a breathy laugh, shoving it into your backpack and fishing around for your phone, thumbs moving across the screen at the speed of light to punch in a phone number you know by heart.

It quickly dawns on you that this mystery might be bigger than you ever expected -- and you wouldn’t be able to solve it alone. No. It was time to bring in the big guy. Park Jimin.

"Nah this shit is legit legit!" Jimin splutters as he flops back onto your bed. He's still in his cheer costume, rushing over to your place as soon as practice ended and he got the SOS call, and he let's out a gasp as his wide eyes scan the love letter for the nth time.

"So you'll help me find out who wrote it?"

"Duh. You know I love a mystery and a cheesy romcom story arc. You're, like, totally going to marry this guy and live happily every after." Jimin clutches his chest, eyes dreamy as he peers at you over the rim of his round lens glasses. "And if you don't I totally will!"

"Hey!" Jimin erupts into a fit of giggles when you launch a throw cushion at his face. "This isn't a movie, Park. I just wanna know who sent it. Ya know...for clarity." You wrinkle your nose when Jimin's narrowed eyes prod you to admit otherwise. Of course you weren’t actually interested in this love letter guy. Right? "Don't look at me like that! It's probably just some stupid prank anyway..."

You hug your torso with a frown. What if Yoongi was right and this was just a wild goose chase and you were falling right into the clutches of the perpetrator? What if instead of a secret admirer the love letter trail led to nothing but humiliation?

"Well there's only one way to find out." Jimin jumps to his feet, pacing the room for a few seconds with his hand on his chin before an idea strikes him and he starts and ripping down the schedules and homework reminders from the pinboard above your desk like a man possessed. “We have to get to the bottom of this mystery ASAP. And lucky for you, you’ve got me to help you.”

"How?" You inquire, watching curiously as he rummages through your drawers to retrieve a pot of push pins and a ball of red string that you just so happened to have lying around. Without further ado, he rips the cap off a pink sharpie to scrawl Operation: Love Letters in big letters at the top of a sticky note, pinning it in the center.

"It's certainly not environmentally friendly, but I've always wanted to make a murder board...although I suppose this is more of a romance board?" He lays out the pieces of evidence you have already gathered on the carpet; the love note from your secret admirer, the biology book scribbles, the list of library book borrowers and last but not least your Love Calculator survey results. "But as your best friend it is my duty to call the official investigation into Y/N's secret admirer to action." He grins. "So, what clues do we have so far?"

"Well we know that my secret admirer has to have been one of the people on this list who borrowed Biology 101." You grab a highlighter pen from the pot on your desk. "Hey look! A couple of the names on this list match up with my Love Calculator results."

Jimin's eyes light up as you start drawing circles around the names that correspond with both lists.

"Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon..." Jimin reads, nibbling the eraser of a pencil thoughtfully. "Kim Namjoon. Isn't that the guy you spoke to at the library?"

"Yup." You confirm. "But he didn't seem to know anything about the love letters, so I think we can rule him out of the investigation."

"Cool. But maybe he knows someone who does?" Jimin says, crossing his name off the suspect list but scribbling his name onto a post it note next to the words POSSIBLE ACCOMPLICE? and pinning it next to the list of library borrowers, connecting the two with a piece of red string. 

"And we know right off the bat that it's not Yoongi," Jimin draws a line through Yoongi's name on the list. "So we've narrowed it down to four potential bachelor's. Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. Now we just need to find out if any of them had a motive to send you this letter. Any ideas?"

You ponder for a second, eyes fixated on the unfamiliar names on the list, before shaking your head negative. "I mean, I've probably seen each them around campus a couple times?"

Jimin looks unimpressed. "That's all you can come up with? No secret romantic rendezvous or crazy drunken hookups I don't know about?"

It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Jimin, you know better than anyone my idea of a crazy night is eating a whole packet of Cheez-It's and binge watching The Vampire Diaries instead of studying for my calc test. Besides, you know I'd tell you every detail if I had."

"Fair point." Jimin shrugs.

"If only we could read his name." You murmur, flopping onto your bed and holding the note above your head, closing one eye to get a better look at the splodge of ink in the middle of the page that obscures some of the sender's messy handwriting. "It seems like my admirer spilled something right where he signed his name..."

"Hold on a second," Jimin's eyes light up and he rips the note from your fingertips, ignoring your hey! of protest to perch on the end of the bed. You almost choke when he lifts the note to his nose and inhales, lashes fluttering closed before he exclaims, "I've solved it!"

"Huh?"

"This smell..."

"Smell? Jimin the fuck do you mean—"

"Cologne," Jimin drawls, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world as he pulls you to your feet and jumps on the spot excitedly. "He didn't spill anything, he left you a clue! Your secret admirer sprayed this note with his cologne before he sent it off and it made the ink bleed right here, but lucky for you, I just so happen to have a smell profile on every cute boy on campus."

You raise an eyebrow. "Honestly under normal circumstances I'd be concerned but right now I'm just intrigued. Elaborate?"

"Remember that guy I had a huge crush on last year?"

"Yeah? The footballer?"

"Right!" Jimin's finger slams down onto the name written in curly scrawl at the bottom of the love calculator list. "I would know his cologne anywhere. And it just so happens that it says his name right here!"

Jung Hoseok.

"He's my admirer?" You gasp.

Jimin shoots you a triumphant grin. "Come on! We have a secret admirer to expose. Operation Love Letters a-go!"

[maybebanks]

You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 09

JJ Maybank x reader

⚠️: violence, assault, neg. self talk

Start: CH.01

((Full series masterlist at the bottom))

The small breeze caused your dress to wave at your feet. It was a long white dress, simple.

The sun was no longer hot, and the people were just starting to get comfortable in the midsummers environment.

You waved at Pope, who was standing with his father at his station. He smiled at you, but it quickly faded when your father approached you.

He was a different man, in public.

“You look beautiful tonight, darling,” your father spoke quietly.

You shivered, but didn’t make it obvious, “thank you,”

Your bruises were still aching, but makeup was a miracle concealer. And sometimes you even convinced yourself of your own lies.

Just wait until you’re 18. Then you can leave him.

You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips when you saw Kie talking to Pope. The way she tugged at her dress with nerves.

The way Pope slapped himself in the forehead when he said something stupid.

“Hello Miss,” JJ’s voice suddenly appeared.

Your stomach dropped and you looked at your father, he was busy talking to Hayward.

Giving you an outlet to engage in conversation with JJ. You wanted to scold him for talking to you when your father was around, but his cute goofy smile prevented you.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly.

JJ knew why you were being timid, he glared daggers towards your father.

“So this is him huh?” JJ grumbled.

You grabbed JJ and pulled him farther away from your table, your father.

It was bound to happen at some point, but you wanted to push away the moment as far as possible. When your father met JJ.

“I hate him. If he was any other guy I swear he would-”

“He’s my dad,”

JJ raised his eyebrows at your response, but before he could argue, Kie threw her arm around you and started a different conversation.

You noticed JJ’s eyes light up at the sight of Sarah a few feet away.

“I gotta give Sarah this note! One sec guys,” JJ says, then runs towards the dancing area.

You decide to follow him, “Kie. Do you think Sarah hates me? For blaming that shit on her dad,” you asked.

“Y/n, don’t be so worried. Sarah may not believe it, but a man like that hurts people. I mean, maybe not in the same way as-“

“Hi Kie, Y/n,” Sarah says in a happy tone, she was blushing at the note, you wondered what was on it.

“Kie, Pope wanted you over at the bar,” she says.

Kie runs off.

“Sarah,” you cleared your throat, “I was hoping we could just talk-“

Before you could finish, Rafe suddenly stepped between you. His light blue suited shoulders covering your view of Sarah.

“Sarah! I hope you don’t mind, Y/n and I need to have a chat. Right this way, Y/n,” Rafe asked, you saw Topper was following you two.

“Rafe, get your hands off me. I don’t want to go anywhere with you. We don’t need to ‘chat’.”

Rafe chuckled, “I have some questions for you Y/n. And if you don’t answer them,” he paused to laugh lowly, “I’ll have my fun with you,”

He slowly traced a finger on your cheek. You turned away in disgust.

“You’re sick,” you spat. Then attempted to get away, but Rafe held you against the wall.

His hand covered your mouth and he pulled you inside, finally stopping at the boys bathroom/locker room.

No one noticed anything strange along the way. Which made you hate kook life even more.

“I really thought she’d be more scared,” Rafe shrugged, “you’re really taking the fun out of this babe,”

“Fuck you! Asshole,” you squirmed again.

“Aw man I just got serious deja vu...oh right! We were doing this before! But then my dad rudely interrupted us, wanna explain that?”

“Maybe I’m the daughter he always wanted,” you answer sourly.

Someone else laughed, “you’ve got fire, no wonder Maybank likes you,” it was Kelce, you recognized him from before.

“I’m not doing anything for either of you. So fuck off and let me go!” You shouted.

Yet again, they covered your mouth. They chucked when they saw how week you look. Rafe advanced towards you. His nails scratched your skin slightly when he pulled the hem of your dress up over your waist.

He pulled at your underwear by your hip, then let go. It snapped back and sent a shock.

You yelped.

“Shh!” Rafe said, pushing his finger against your lips.

///

“Have you seen Y/n?” JJ asked Pope and Hayward.

“Good to see you to JJ,” Hayward chuckled.

“No I haven’t. Maybe ask her Dad?” Pope offered, gesturing towards your father, in his own area of service.

JJ scoffed, “That man wouldn’t help me even if I asked. Plus Y/n told me not to talk to him,”

“Yeah but she could be in trouble,” Pope said uncomfortably.

“What kind of trouble? This is Midsummers...” JJ said, scanning the environment once again.

Pope shrugged, “Shit, I haven’t seen Rafe and-“

“Hey guys!” Kie says, “I just got done talking with my mom, and I fucking saw Sarah and John B kissing. And he told me they weren’t macking,”

“Yeah that’s great Kie,” JJ says sarcastically, he wasn’t worried about that, he was deeply concerned about you. He couldn’t help it.

“We can’t find Y/n, have you seen her?” Pope asks Kie.

“No, I last saw her talking with Sarah. But that was like 10 or so minutes ago,”

Suddenly, Kie stiffens, and Pope gasps. They notice your dad approaching them.

“Just..act frickin normal,” Kie mutters.

JJ clenches his fists at his side, but tries to keep his mind at ease. All he could imagine is your fathers fists, that swung at his side, hitting your delicate self.

He was only 3 feet away.

“Kids,” he nodded, his voice was scratchy and intimidating. He recognized the pogues as the ones Y/n spent some time with.

“Hello Sir,” Pope says.

“Where is my daughter? She talks to you lot doesn’t she?” Your father said, his time communicated that he was annoyed.

“She...um Y/n is probably inside. I haven’t seen her,” Kie guesses.

Your father grumbles at the I sure response and moves on. Turning around and leaving the group.

JJ heads over to Sarah, who is dancing with her little sister.

JJ clears his throat to get her attention, “Sarah Cameron,”

“Huh? Oh hey. JJ?”

“Kie said she saw you with Y/n, where did she go?” JJ asks.

“Umm...” Sarah trails off, “she went to go talk with Rafe,” Sarah says causally.

“What? Oh fuck,” JJ muttered quickly, he didn’t have time to scold Sarah. She probably thought highly of her brother, and Jj didn’t care that much to have an argument.

JJ continued to mutter profanities as his head darted in all directions. Looking for you. Finally, he concluded you were inside, the only place he hadn’t looked.

His pace picked up as he approaches the door.

\\\

His footsteps were heavy against the hardwood floors. Your father’s temper was only building when each attempt to find you was unsuccessful.

Until he heard it.

Your scream.

He hadn’t heard it in a while. You used to scream when your father first hit you, but after you realized that didn’t help much, you stopped.

But nonetheless, your father was right outside the bathroom. And you were inside.

Your father stormed inside the bathroom and followed the direction of your grunts and struggles.

It took him a moment to decide how to handle the scene infront of him.

Three boys in pastel suits stood around another two boys restraining you against the wall. You put up a good fight, they held your legs and arms down. And a final boy, who seemed to be the leader was clearly making unwanted advances on you.

Your dress was mangled, a sign that the boys were interested in fucking with you, a sexual way being the best to get on your nerves.

“Hey!” Your father shouted. You flinched at the familiarity. And you noticed the boys around you tense in nervousness.

The restraints released you and some of the boys scurried out of the room.

Rafe, on the other hand, thought he could talk his way out of it.

“Hello Sir, look I know this looks bad, but-“

“Get out of my sight you little bastards,” your father stated.

Rafe visibly gulped, “she-uh she was asking for it! Her and her little pogue friends have a fire arm in possession. My friends and I were just calling it in. Figured it would be on her!”

At a kegger a while back, JJ was stupid enough to pull the gun on Topper. You never thought about the consequences, you knew JJ saved John B’s life and had initially backed his decision.

Your father had his eyebrows knit in suspicion, “a gun?”

“Yes, we were just looking for it, for safety reasons,” Topper adds, his voice cracking slightly, but it wasn’t noticeable.

Your Dad approaches you and grabs your arm aggressively and pulls you towards him. Your shoulder collides with his chest as you both walk out of the room.

You know you should apologize, but your mouth is frozen shut. Your father now knows that you went behind his back and made friends, but not your friends ‘got you into trouble’. You were sure he would kill you.

“Where is the gun?” Your father demands to know. He has stopped in a secluded area near the bathrooms. You could tell he wanted to yell at you.

“They were lying-“ your voice was cut off with a slap. Your cheek stung and was surely tinting pink.

“Where is the damn gun,” he repeats.

You couldn’t exactly tell him JJ had it, you weren’t a snitch and you didn’t want him to hate JJ.

When you didn’t answer he scoffed and proceeded to choke you. With one hand wrapped easily around your neck.

“St-stop,” you pleaded.

“I know about the kids from the south side with a gun. Now that I know it was you, you tell me where that damn thing is before it causes more fucking problems!” he seethed, you felt his hot breath on your face. It smelled like beer. Drinking on the job could get him fired.

Next, a new figure appeared through your tears and shoved your fathers death grip away.

“Hey man! Get off of her!” You heard JJ shout.

You stood frozen again, your feet planted against the wall. You helplessly touched your neck tenderly.

Your father and JJ wouldn’t get in a full fight would they?

“Dad? Dad please, let’s just go. Please,” you tell him.

He shoves JJ back, fast, and sends a right jab punch to his eye. You gasp and bite your tongue, desperately wanting to aid to JJ.

“We’re leaving,” he grumbled. Grabbing your arm harshly and yanking it, “thanks to you whoring around, Mr. Maybank here could ruin your fucking life,” he spat.

He was referring to what he’d seen. JJ already knew about the abuse, and if it ever got out it could ruin your life. But you made him promise not to tell anyone.

“He won’t say anything,” you assure, humbly.

“Why ‘cause you jerked him off a few times? You can’t count on anyone! You hear? Now get home, you’re done being social for the day,”

You wanted to scream in his face. He can’t just assume you gave yourself up in sexual ways at every turn. JJ was loving, he was the best male figure in your life.

You wondered about what made your father this way. He had trust issues, patriarchal issues, and he made it clear that he’d rather have a son than a daughter. After your mother died, he was stuck with you. All your life you’ve been a burden.

You sulked, keeping your eyes on your toes. You wanted to look back at JJ. But even something as small as that, could earn something as big as a broken rib.

You decided to head out the back so you wouldn’t have to lie to Kie and Pope.

When you reached out for the door handle, you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking. You wanted to collapse, tears were at the brim.

“Can I help you?” Ward offers.

You take a defensive step back. You were standing at the door longer than you thought. And Ward had seen you struggling. He was still desperate to convince you he wasn’t a bad guy.

“Um-I...no, I got it. Thank you,” you answer. Sniffling a little, your mind scolding you at the lack of confidence you are presenting.

“Y/n, I know the two of us don’t exactly-“

“Ward. I can’t be talking to you. I’m sorry. But my dad would kill me. And I have to go,” you blurt.

Ward nods slowly and reaches out to pull the door open for you.

“Keep Rafe the hell away from me,” you tell him before leaving.

—the next day

You showed up almost an hour late to work. Not caring enough to make up an apology or excuse you quickly got to work.

After a while of bussing tables, you ran into Kie and JJ. You quickly turned the other direction to avoid them. But Pope and John B met you on the other side.

“What the hell happened? Y/n?” Pope asked, as if you owed it to them.

You didn’t feel like explaining, you wouldn’t be able to find the words.

You turned the other way again and started to walk quickly. But unfortunately, Kie and JJ were right there to stop you.

“Um, hey...” you trailed off. You looked around as your four friends cornered you.

But your heart practically stopped when you saw JJ. The region around his eye was decorated with a large purple splotch. It was difficult, but your eyes stung like you were about to cry.

You wished to step to him and caress his injury, tell him you’re sorry.

But you didn’t.

“Guys what the hell. I’m working,” you made an excuse.

“What happened at Midsummers?” John B repeated.

“Um..my dad and I got into an argument. It was fine though,” you lied. JJ got hurt, it wasn’t fine. If he hadn’t tried to help you, he would be fine.

“Y/n, Sarah said that Rafe-“

Something about the situation made you angry, you felt trapped.

“I handled it.” You deadpanned.

“What did that son of a bitch do?” JJ asked, he was just being protective. That was who he was.

Your thoughts went back to the gun. If JJ hadn’t exposed the fact, no one would know. And Rafe wouldn’t have gotten away with what he did to you.

You stepped towards JJ, not being intimidated by his height, you still got angry at him.

“What is wrong with you?!” You shouted. Adding a shove against JJ’s chest.

“Y/n-“

“No! Why did you do it?! I didn’t need you to save me!” You were referring to how JJ got that black eye, he jumped in for you. And got himself in it with your dad.

“What are you talking about? He was choking you,” JJ defended.

“You shouldn’t have done that,”

“I can live with him hating me, Y/n,” JJ says.

“Well I can’t!” you shouted. You nearly flung your hand over your mouth in surprise. You didn’t exactly know why you said that. And JJ didn’t either. Maybe it was the inner you telling him that you loved him. And couldn’t live with the fact that because you love him, your father would hurt you.

“Wh-“ JJ started, but quickly you cut him off.

“Whatever. I have to get back to work,” You mumbled. Moving past Kie and returning to the kitchen.

“Shit,” you heard Pope mutter.

You never wanted your home life to connect with the life you had with your friends. But here you were.

Around 20 minutes later, you stood alone on the dock. Watching the seagulls beg for food from the outdoor diners.

“I’m sorry,” you heard. It was JJ. He mirrored your actions of leaning on the dock.

You turned to face him. But looked away again when you noticed his dotted eye.

“Me too,” you responded.

“Um..Ward is John B’s legal gaurdian now,” JJ begins changing the conversation.

You give him a confused look and he chuckles.

“Yeah, uh, he offered. And it protects him from DCS. So we don’t have to worry about John B’s house. Just thought you should know,” JJ shrugs.

You looked in the opposite direction again. JJ was so sweet, every little thing he did. And you didn’t deserve it.

You should leave him alone, there are so many better girls he should be talking to. You’ll ruin him.

“I just wanna protect you. I don’t know why. It’s just like...every damn bone in my body draws me to you and if anyone touches you I...lose it,” JJ explains out of nowhere, like he could read your mind.

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” you say, quietly.

JJ grips the railing, “that’s the problem! I can’t-I should’ve...I can’t let you go through that too. Your his daughter. And I mean, it still sucks if a son goes through it. But how does he bring himself to hurt you?”

“You really what me to answer that?” You pause, “I remind him of my mom. I remind him of the event that caused everything to go wrong. If I wasn’t alive-“

JJ cuts you off abruptly, “No. You can’t think like that. If you weren’t alive I would die. I need you Y/n. I dont know how you do it. But you’re a survivor. And I love ya for it,” he smiles softly.

You swing your arms around his neck and he pulls you by the waist into his torso. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and hug him tight.

It all happens so fast. At first you were hugging JJ, enjoying the embrace of the teenage boy you loved.

But then you saw him. In his messy blond hair. Rafe was so close. Your hallucination messed with your mind when JJs fingers touched your waist.

Instantly you pushed JJ back. Muttering in fear.

“Please, wait wait wait...” you said quietly your break picking up.

“Hey, hold up. What’s wrong?” JJ asks, stepping closer.

“No!” You exlaimed. Pushing your hand up to stop him.

“Y/n, I’m not your dad,” JJ reached out.

“Get back. Please,” you whimpered.

“Y/n, come on, it’s me!” JJ was confused. He grabbed your face and moved you toward his eyes.

“Let go of me Rafe!” You shouted, you failed to see him. JJ was utterly sad, but now he knew you didn’t mistake him for your dad.

He knew something went down between you and Rafe. Now he just had to figure out how to get you to tell him.

Chapter 10

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Happy midsummers! (It was June 24)🏄 I was not anticipating this to be a series so I low key hate the title now...

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Chapter 10

[seijohsfairy]

Few things in life are as nice as pleasing Kageyama Tobio. Definitely when all he wants to do is to ruin you until you’re nothing but his. day 01 of kinktober

.warnings. asphyxiation, jealousy, oral (giving), dom!kags, sir, choking scare .wordc. 2k

Hooking up with pro volleyball player Kageyama Tobio isn’t easy in the slightest. He’s insanely busy, he has a tight knit schedule to follow, and he’s left you soaking through your panties because you both lost track of the hours passing more times than you can count. Those are some bad days, ones where you have to settle on using your fingers to get off and hopefully a video of him jerking off in the locker room if you’re lucky.

But on days where it’s good, he is fenomenal. Which is why you’re practically tripping over yourself to get to his apartment when he texts. It’s embarrassing to be this needy, truly. He opens the door with a blank expression and steps aside to let you in, his hair falls in damp tuffs across his brows.

“Hello to you too,” you grin, quickly kicking your shoes off and dumping your jacket and bag in their rightful place. You click your tongue at his silence, and turn over your shoulder to eye him down as you make your way to the main room. His white shirt stretches just right over his shoulders and chest, your body already warming up at the mere thought. He’s frowning, that’s nothing new though.

“Why are glaring like that, Tobio? I got here pretty quick.” You settle on the couch, stretching your arms above your head to expose your torso enough to get an intake of air from the man, who still hasn’t said a word. When he gets in a mood like this, he often needs some extra coaching.

You don’t mind it, it feels like a victory in itself to get him so worked up and bothered he loses his restrained attitude. But this is a bit strange even for him. Tobio takes out his phone to check a message, you assume, and you pout at him. So something’s definitely wrong. “Alright, what’s up?” You slide from the couch to come stand in front of him again, and look up. “Kageyama, babe, I know you didn’t invite me over for my fantastic personality, though you should from time to time.” Not even a curl from his lips, though he does look at you with those pretty, deep blues. You wrap your hand around his larger one, squeezing. “If you didn’t text me to do that, then do you wanna talk?”

Kageyama grunts at your expression, long lashes splayed out like little flowers at the sun looking up at him. It’s adorable, the way your tongue flicks out to wet your lips is too. But he pushes out his lips, and shakes his head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Don’t you have any shame at all, being a cockhungry slut for everyone to see?”

If the first question didn’t already throw you off, the second one definitely does. You and Tobio aren’t exclusive, but he never showed any interest in being that either. Up until maybe a month ago, he was going on dates himself. But you haven’t even been seeing anyone else lately. You open your mouth without cause, but your confusion must be pretty obvious.

“Your video, princess. Does that ring a bell?” Oh. You did send him a video of you whining for his cock when he left your apartment early this morning, begging for him to come back and fuck your sloppy pussy. You blink. “I opened it in the locker room without knowing, y’know. On full volume.” If your cheeks weren’t already hot, they definitely are now. The tall man shoves his phone back into the pocket of his sweatpants, leaning down towards you. Your breathing speeds up, unable to remain calm when he narrows his eyes your way.

“You should’ve seen my teammates. All drooling and hungry for something that belongs to me.” He brushes his thumb over your chin to tilt your head more toward him. “But you know who owns this pretty body, and I know. So how am I going to punish you, huh?”

“Tobio,” you attempt, swallowing when he walks you back toward the couch. He grunts in displeasure and grabs a handful of your ass to pull you into his strong chest, before pushing your head to the side with his nose. When he bites down onto the soft skin between your neck and shoulder, your legs almost give out in surprise. “Aw, fuck, Tobio. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” His other hand is already fiddling with the strings of your shorts, as he lays sticky kisses on your neck. He’s always so warm, even when you haven’t done anything yet.

“You don’t sound very sorry, baby,” he sucks sharply under your jaw, then moving back to pull his shirt over his head. His freshly washed body is still littered with bruises, most of them yours. The others, diving rounds probably. You bite your lips. Instead of coming back to you, he splays himself out on the couch. “What’s it gonna be, my little slut? Are you going to make it up to me or do I have to remind you where your fucking place is?”

His thick thighs look mouthwateringly good, and you can’t help but clench around nothing at the sight. You could ride yourself to a high on his legs if you wanted to, if he’d let you. But when Tobio is really mad there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you beg. Your eyes drop to the print of his cock, hardening under the flimsy fabric of his pants.

So you rid yourself of your shorts and your shirt, one of his you borrowed, and drop to your knees in front of him. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll make it up to you.” As you settle between his legs and run your hands up and down his thighs, Tobio relaxes into the couch, though he’s clearly still full of tension. You wonder how long he’s been hard for you. Judging by the way he’s glaring, you guess a while. “Did you miss me during your training?” you giggle as you rub your palm over his tip, feeling it twitch in your hand. Your other moves to slip under the edge of the sweats, but before you can get it down his legs your wrist is caught.

“No,” he grunts at your pout, “go grab that little box from my bag first. I got you something.” You’re quick to do so; if Tobio got you a present you’re more than happy to oblige. You wiggle your hips as you get back up, squeaking when his hand connects sharply with your ass. But you get the pretty, white box and rush back over, getting right back between his thighs. The noiret’s lips twitch at your eagerness. “Here, let me.” With swift, long fingers he gets out the thing, a baby pink choker— no, collar with a heart charm hanging from it. It’s thick, with two clasps for tightening and you tremble in anticipation when he puts it around your neck. “How’s that?” He slips a pinky in between the fabric and your skin to check. It’s tight.

“It’s good, sir.” You fiddle with the charm for a second, before blinking up at him. “Can I?” He brushes a thumb over your bottom lip with a smirk, then pulls his pants out of the way to give you a full view of his hard cock.

“Knock yourself out, princess.” As you move down to give him a lick, for the first time in a long while you feel actually nervous. He’s girthy, with a vein running up that you love to settle your tongue around. Tobio lets his head fall back when you take his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the underside a few times and over his slit.

“Tap out if it’s too much,” he grunts, threading one of his hands through your hair. Each time you take him deeper and farther, ignoring the tight pressure on your throat to get him into your mouth as far as you can. His hips twitch a little as his moan, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on.

When you finally get him to the back of your throat, you moan around him, and Kageyama grabs your face tight with both hands. “Gonna let me fuck your pretty mouth, huh?” You do your best to nod around him, squeezing your eyes shut against the tears. You must be soaking through your panties at this point. And then he starts rutting into you, and you almost come right then and there. There’s so much pressure inside your throat it feels like you’re choking, but only for a second until he pulls out. You can feel his cock where it slides past the collar with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight, taking me so good.”

It’s scary, but you can’t deny that the cloudiness in your skull and the pounding of blood between your ears only makes your arousal more noticable. “You feel amazing.” Your legs feel a bit numb. And Tobio is making the most beautiful sounds, grunting your name and biting his lip until it turns a flushed; swollen pink. “Want me to cum down your throat?” he grunts, though you can’t respond with the bruising pace he has between your lips or the way he’s holding you. He must feel really good, because he doesn’t let you up. You wiggle around him, putting your hands on his thighs. Spit is running out of your mouth and down your chin, and you must look as wrecked as you feel.

“Ah, I know baby,” he mumbles, eyes shutting tight. “Gonna cum, okay? Be a good girl and swallow.” You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Fuck, princess.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your face is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You couldn’t swallow if you tried. Right when you feel yourself slipping away, he pulls out entirely and you’re gasping and coughing like your life depends on it.

You’re on your hands and knees and a pitiful cry comes out before you can help yourself, though when you sit back you feel a lot better already. Your vision is still spinning though. “Tobio,” you pout at him as you wipe under your eyes, voice squeaky. “Why didn’t you let go? I almost passed out.”

He looks down at you from his slumped position for a moment, face going from relieved to guilty. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he says, dropping beside you to brush your temple with his knuckles. You’re fine though, it was mostly just a scare. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle, before motioning him back towards the couch. “It felt really good, actually.” When you’ve settled on his thighs, his cock already hardening again, you take his hand and slip it in between your thighs to feel the amount of slick dripping down your legs. Tobio groans, before biting his lip and pulling you a bit closer with his free arm. You smile to soothe the guilty grimace on his pretty face though. “Thank you for the present, sir.”

“You like it?” he asks, though the answer is quite obvious. Your empty pussy clenches in anticipation as you roll your hips over him. “I’m glad. Gonna ride this fat cock now, princess?” He kisses you once, before moving your panties to the side and positioning you above his length. “I’ll be more careful next time. Make you feel good too.” And as you’re slid down his girth and stretched around him, you can only nod.

[generalthirst]

Candid Façade

Warnings: None really. Sexual innuendos/mentions of sex but only briefly hinted,  Awkward romantic interactions?

Word Count: 5,200

Summary: Prompt 48 from here and 20 & 30 from here. Hux is romantically stupid but tries to prove to Kylo he’s not. You get to come along for this wild ride.

A/n: My first one shot. Stupid long. Its a one and a half shot. Very self indulgent fluff so if you like that stuff, enjoy! Thanks to @the-tasteful-beast for the prompt suggestions!

“My personal relationships are absolutely none of your business, Ren!” General Hux retorted with a slight snarl. The man behind the mask let out a slight laugh, distorted through the voice modular, Hux could still sense the mocking tone behind it.

“As I figured, the only girl in your bed is Millicent.” Kylo chuckled.

“Again, not your business! Even if it were, I fail to see why you would care so much about it.” Hux whipped around with his back to the infuriating man in black.

“It’s just entertaining to me that a man who thinks he can command armies can’t even acquire a girlfriend.” was the nonchalant retort. Oh that made Hux’s blood boil. He whipped back around as he felt his hackles raise.

“I most certainly am capable of being in a relationship!” He said a bit louder than he’d intended, gaining a few curious looks from lower officers on the bridge.

“I find that difficult to believe Hux.” Kylo sneered. Hux was sure he could see that shit-eating grin through the mask. He knew it was there. Eyes darting around quickly, he landed on you as you stood in front of a console. Thinking you would be yelled into a demotion for staring during the argument, you quickly looked away and prayed for the safety of your job. The General however, marched over to your station, roughly grabbed your wrist and drug you back over before the commander. The Generals arm was draped around you and his hand rested on your hip, pulling your side flush with his.

“As a matter of fact, the Major and I recently started seeing each other. Isn’t that right darling?”

He nearly growled as he glared into your eyes. Your head spun as you looked from Hux to Ren. Realizing what was expected of you, you swallowed a lump in your throat and wrapped your arms around Hux’s middle.

“Yes!” You quickly joined in on the lie. “We had planned to keep it a secret to start with but since we’ve started going steady we figured it was time to make it official.” You added a smile towards the General, putting your best acting skills to the test before the Commander. His unreadable mask was hard to discern. You knew he was able to read minds and you prayed that he wouldn’t subject you to the agonizing mind probe. Ren was silent for a moment, as was the entirety of the bridge.

“I see.” Came the distorted voice, quieter than you’d expected his response to be. “Well I congratulate the both of you. Perhaps we’ll be seeing more of you two together now that you’ve made it official.” He said with heavy emphasis on each word. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew you both were lying. Why he didn’t call you out on it though, you weren’t sure. The fact that he didn’t worried you more.

“I’m sure the Major would agree that public displays of affection are not our style.” General Hux snarled, obviously in on the subtle challenge and trying to ease out of this elaborate lie he’d just thrown you both into.

“Oh, I’m sure no one would say anything now that you both are official.” Ren replied quickly with too much eagerness. His faceless mask turned to you once more and you felt that intense gaze nearly staring into your soul. “I have matters to attend to but I wish you both happiness... together.” Was all he said and you could hear the cruel smile in his voice before he walked off.

You and Hux simultaneously let out a long-held breath at Ren’s leaving and you nervously looked about the bridge to see the rest of the crew looking at the two of you, still in your embrace, with utter shock.

“Back to your post, dear.” Hux sounded strained with the affectionate words as he released you. “I’ll see you later.”  All you could do was nod as you walked back to your station, your previous task completely wiped from your mind. What the hell just happened? You could feel everyone’s shocked stares on your back and you tried to ignore them as much as possible until your shift was over.

You desperately hoped the General had a plan for this. You’d followed his lead in the lie but now… You were really in no other position other than to follow through with it. You couldn’t fake a breakup. Not immediately anyway, that would be too obvious. At least for a little while, you had to play the part of the established girlfriend of General Hux. You found the man attractive to be sure, but he was your superior! You weren’t allowed to have romantic thoughts about him! Though you supposed you were now. At least to fake the part. What a mess, you groaned internally as you left the bridge. As you approached your quarters to change out of uniform, your friend came running up the hall towards you.

“When were you planning on telling me you were dating the General?” She screeched and shook you by the shoulders. You quickly clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her into your quarters and shut the door.

“Not out where everyone can hear you!” You hissed.

“The whole ship knows anyway!” She retorted, just as loud as before. “The news is spreading like wildfire! When were you gonna tell me? I had to find out from Captain Ailow!” She screeched again.

“Look, Taylor…” You groaned. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Oh you’ve caused such a scandal!” She beamed like a schoolgirl with the latest juicy gossip as she sat on your bed. “Everyone is so shocked! Mostly that Hux actually has feelings in general, let alone for someone else, but you? I’d never have guessed it!” She carried on about the various rumors going around about you and the Commander. Your mind, however, was flooded with worry about how big an ordeal this had suddenly become. As much as you loved your friend, you had no choice but to go with the lie, even with her. The General was expecting you to play the part, and you would hate to find out what he would do if you gave away the lie and Ren found out. He’d have your head for sure. At the very least your job.

“So what’s he like? Does he actually kiss you?” Your friend’s bubbling brought you back and you shook your head and moved to your locker.

“He’s uhh… not the most affectionate type.” You said in hopes the vague response would suffice, her questions would be endless if you didn’t put a stop to it.

“I mean yeah he’s the general but come on, you deserve someone who is more in touch with their emotions. And by that, I mean in touch at all!”

“Hey, he has emotions!“ You shocked yourself with how quickly you defended his honor. “He just has trouble showing them is all. He’s very stressed right now you know.” You huffed and began removing your uniform into your regulars.

“Does he like to take his stress out on you?” She asked slyly and you slammed the locker closed with a start.

“I’m going to grab dinner.” You said, avoiding the question entirely as you walked past her. Taylor jumped up to ask you more when a knock sounded on your door. You groaned in worry that some other gossiper had come to interview about the new hot couple. Ready to tell off whoever it was, your words died in your throat when none other than the General himself stood at your door, looking as nervous as a boy on his first date. Your eyes went wide as the two of you simply stared at one another. The spell broke when your friend came up behind you and saluted before grinning wildly.

“Fancy seeing you here, sir.” She said over your shoulder. “The Major and I were just mentioning you.” You paled and sent a foot back to kick her shin.

“Indeed,” Hux replied darkly then turned to you once more. “I didn’t realize your friend was with you.”

“She was just coming to say hello after work.” You hurriedly tried to explain. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was wondering if you would like to meet me in my quarters for dinner this evening. But if you and your friend are busy-”

“Oh no we didn’t have any plans!” Your friend quickly interjected and shoved you out the door as she closed it behind her.

“You two have a nice dinner date! I’ll be meeting up with Sergeant Wyde.” She sent you a wink before hurriedly strolling down the hallway, leaving you with the General. The two of you stood in silence for a moment before he offered you his arm. Oddly gentlemanly of him but something a boyfriend would do you supposed. You hesitantly took it as you walked in silence to his quarters. He led you to the door of his office and once inside, he quickly let go of your arm and all but whirled on you.

“You told her?” He said accusingly.

“I swear I didn’t breathe a word!” You cried out quickly. “She was asking a bunch of questions but I kept it as vague as I could! I promise I didn’t tell her!” You pleaded that he would believe you. Hux sighed and pressed his thumb and fingers on either temple, holding his head in his hand before groaning in agitation.

“You lied for me in front of Ren, I guess I have no reason to believe you wouldn’t lie on my behalf to anyone else. And it better stay that way!” He added as a warning before taking off his greatcoat and draping it over a chair.

“You’re welcome for that, by the way.” You shot with irritation at his ingratitude. He looked up as if he wanted to reprimand you for your attitude but thought against it.

“Yes. Thank you.” He added softly and didn’t meet your eyes. “I’m sure I don't have to tell you that you need to stay quiet on this. At least until I figure out a way to get us out of this ordeal.” He pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it, taking a heavy drag.

“We’ll have to let the news lose its shock, then we’ll figure out a way to say we separated or some other such nonsense.”

“With all due respect sir, are you sure we will get away with this?” You asked. His questioning gaze forced you to explain.

“We have to make a believable couple. Sure for now saying we’re together will suffice, but people need to see us doing couple-y things. Dates. Otherwise, they’ll begin to suspect and surely Commander Ren will as well. I'm surprised he bought it to begin with.”

“He didn’t.” Hux corrected as he twirled his cigarette between his fingers. “He’s playing us, wants to see how far we’ll take the lie.”

“Then we’ll really have to sell this.” You interjected with a sigh. ‘I don’t know why I had to get dragged into this.”

“I picked you because you were within close reach.” He sneered and you shot him a glare.

“Look I’m not happy about this either but you brought me into this, the least you could do is be a bit nice!” He seemed shocked at your mouthy remark for a moment before collecting himself.

“I am your superior!”

“Well, sweetie,” you said, the name dripping with venom. “Couples usually disregard formalities, so in order to sell this whole ordeal YOU created, we have to act like we see each other as equals.” He looked like he wanted to fight you on the subject but knew you were right and angrily conceded.

“Don’t expect to get some kind of edge on me with this, I won't give you any special treatment outside of convincing people we are an item.”

“I wanted no part of this to start with!” You interjected. “If you just make this go away and let me get back to how my life was before you decided to make me your girlfriend I’ll be happy!” You glared at one another in silence before he stood and called for a protocol droid. The droid brought out two plates of food and sat them on the desk before bowing out of the room. The general immediately began to eat before looking up at you as you awkwardly looked around, wondering what to do. He nearly rolled his eyes and motioned for you to pull up a chair and take your plate. You quietly thanked him as you pulled the chair forward. Dining with the General felt surreal, but less like a fairytale than you would have imagined. You could feel him judging your every move through the corners of his eyes as he ate. You tried to have good manners, not wanting to seem crude in front of him. You were slightly shocked he actually did mean to have dinner with him but you figured if he sent you to the cantina after everyone thought you were having a dinner date, that might look suspicious.

When you both had finished, you stood silently. Hux watched in mild curiosity as you moved the chair back into its place, ensuring it was properly aligned where it once stood before taking your empty plate in hand.

“Thank you for the dinner, sir.” You said before turning to leave. Hux stopped you and you turned with a raised brow. He seemed slightly unsure as to what to say before gesturing to the plate.

“You can leave that here, I’ll have the droid take care of it.” You simply nodded and returned the plate to its place on the desk before bidding the General good night and returning to your quarters for some well-deserved rest.

Once in your bunk, you collapsed. Mentally too tired to even bother with reading something. Your brain was going 100 miles an hour and all you wanted was for it to slow down. Sleep was difficult as you relived the events of the day but eventually, mental exhaustion took over.

The next day you returned to your position on the bridge, a few stares here and there sent your way by your coworkers, but all knew better than to gossip in front of you. You tried your best to focus and just do your job, make it just a normal day. Commander Ren came by and stood beside Hux, too far away to really hear the conversation but you saw the occasional glances your way. As with most of their conversations, Hux stormed away, red in the face with anger over whatever button Kylo had managed to push. To your surprise, he walked right up behind you and put his hands on either side of your waist. Leaning over your shoulder you felt his breaths puff over the exposed skin on your neck and it raised goosebumps along your body.

“Might I interest my girlfriend in meeting me for lunch on her break?” He ground out, sending a sideways glare in Kylo’s direction, the man clearly watching with interest.

“Ah, of course.” You replied, forcing a smile so that it would appear you thought the idea romantic. To be fair if it were real you probably would find it as such, but you both knew this was all for show. Best to not let romantic fantasies cloud judgment. Hux grinned like he’d won a match and hummed in approval before letting you go and returning to his command. You however tried to control your breathing and slow your heart rate down.

And so the façade went for a few days. You couldn’t spend time together outside work hours every day, but it was frequent enough that you both seemed to be making an effort to see each other. No one really approached you on the subject and you were thankful for it. People were probably too scared to try given the General’s reputation. It was odd though; for a man who often appeared so cold, he faked being in a relationship fairly well. You wondered if he really did have experience in this field after all.

Your good luck wasn’t meant to last when you hadn’t been invited to dine with Hux and went to the cantina with Taylor instead. You hadn’t seen her much since the whole thing started and while you normally enjoyed her company, you knew the topic she’d want to discuss.

“So,” she began in a playful tone and you knew you were right. “Someone’s been visiting the General an awful lot.” You merely hummed dismissively as you ate. “In his private quarters.”  She stressed more.

“Don’t start rumors Taylor,” you warned. “It's been his office and we’ve only been eating dinner or lunch. That’s it.” Boy, you hoped she hadn’t been talking about this with other people.

“Aw c’mon!” She teased hoping to get some sexy truth from you and you merely sent her a bored expression. “Wait you’re serious? You haven’t…?”

“No. We have not.” You said curtly.

“What? Have you done anything?” She seemed genuinely shocked you hadn’t bedded the General yet.

“Have you two ever even kissed?” You looked away and bit your lip subconsciously.

“We just… haven’t really worked up to that yet.”

“Oh for goodness sake!” She cried out in exasperation. “No one has seen you all doing anything cute yet, you two are the most boring couple ever! It’s like you guys aren’t even really dating!” You nearly choked on your drink when she said that. You thought you’d been disguising things well! Were you both still so painfully distant and awkward with each other?

“Y-you really think so?” You asked trying to dig for more information.

“I mean I understand you both have the romantic passion of a lethargic bantha but I saw more exciting relationships in the academy.” She said jokingly and rambled off about some other things. Frankly, you had begun to zone out. You would have to work harder to sell this lie.

After you’d finished with Taylor you found yourself standing outside Hux’s office, knocking frantically despite yourself. An annoyed voice beckoned you inside and you eagerly rushed in. Hux looked up from his work with a surprised face upon seeing it was you.

“Can I help you?”

“We’re not selling it.” You cut him off. His annoyed expression turned to confusion once more.

“We’re not?”

“No! My friend has just told me people think we look awkward together! They never see us doing anything romantic together.”

“Of course we do!” He said dismissively. “We’ve been dining together nearly every day!”

“No no no. I mean like… holding hands and sneaking kisses in the maintenance closets kind of stuff. Like the junior officers do.”

“The junior officers are doing what now on my ship?” He began as if he’d never known this fact.

“Hux!” You shouted, jolting him from that thought. “That's not important right now! We have to start looking like a couple in love!” You pressed. He seemed to be lost in deep thought and you looked on worriedly as he retreated into his mind.

“How exactly?” He said trying to hide how sheepishly it came out. Your mouth hung open.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know how to date and kiss and stuff?” You cried out dumbfounded.

“It was never a priority for me!” He quipped, his ears beginning to turn red. “Can you just… tell me what I need to do, alright?” He ordered.

“Alright alright.” You said calming yourself. You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry. Or both.

“I guess we should start with physical touch. Couples are physically close and we need to not be uncomfortable being with each other.” You said looking at him. The General merely looked back. “We come on, stand!”

“Now?” he asked like you'd told him to go hug Ren.

“Well, we gotta practice don’t we? Come on come here.” you motioned for him to come to stand in front of you. He did so with a disbelieving look. “See is that so bad?” You knew it was bad to tease him, but you couldn’t pass it up, holding hands with the General being shy about it was kind of adorable.

“Now what?” He asked and you took his hand in yours. His gloved fingers flinched slightly as he instinctively moved to jerk his hand from your grasp, but your gentle touch calmed him and his hand laid loosely in yours. Grabbing him by the wrist you began removing the glove and he pulled his hand away.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t hold hands with gloves on all the time! We have to touch!” You tried to explain as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m not filthy, I bathe and wash my hands regularly…” You ground out. He simply frowned at you before removing the gloves himself and setting them on the table. You reached your hands out before him, palms up, waiting patiently. He stared at them before hesitantly laying both his hands atop yours. He seemed uncomfortable at first but as you gently wrapped your fingers around them and brushed the backs of his hands with your thumbs, he seemed to enjoy it more. You grinned some as you gently swung hands with him.

“Childish.” Was his only reply as his face soured again.

“What next?” He asked, eagerly wanting to move on. You thought for a moment before pulling yourself forward and making him wrap his arms around you as your body collided with his. He seemed to recoil as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You could feel through the hug that he was completely tense.

“Hux, you have to hug me back.” You mumbled into his chest. He merely cleared his throat awkwardly before he gently rested his arms on your body and patted your shoulder.

“That’s a pathetic attempt General Hugs.” You smirked as you looked up at his face mere inches from your own.

“Look this isn’t something I've had much experience in, I cannot be expected to know!” He huffed defensively and turned his head slightly as his cheeks turned pinkish. You shook your head and squeezed him slightly.

“It’s a hug... It’s not that hard.” You said poking him playfully in the side. A strange noise escaped him and he immediately leaned away from your jab and he glared down at you. Your surprised face turned into a knowing smirk and his immediate worry at your change of expression was the only warning he got before you lunged for his side. Hux burst out in uncontrollable laughter, desperately attempting to command you to cease your attack through the giggles and trying to force your hands away. Finally, he managed to grab both your hands in a tight hold and force them away from himself.

“No! Don’t tickle me!” he practically shouted as he attempted to rein in the giggles with deep panting. You merely grinned at your newfound power. “If you don’t try to work with me here, I’ll do it again.”

“Don’t you dare!” He warned darkly. You merely wiggled the fingers of your captive hands and he sighed.  “Fine, I will try! Just don't do that again!”

“No promises.” You hummed before opening your arms wide in an invitation for a hug.

“Come on. Hug me! Properly!” You cooed and he groaned before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you. It was still stiff and uncomfortable, but you could feel he was actually trying. You slid your hands around him and held him tightly. Trying to demonstrate what to do, slowly he began to mirror your movements somewhat. Your hand traveled up around his neck and you pulled him closer. His face now nuzzled into your neck. He seemed unsure of what to do but began to melt into the touch. As you both stood in silence you could feel him returning the emotion of the embrace. His hands clutched your shirt a little more, pulling you close as you felt his breaths on your neck once again. The goosebumps returned as you realized you were enjoying hugging the General, and he seemed to be enjoying it as well. Your heart fluttered a bit at that but you focused on the task at hand. Gently you pulled away a bit and he did the same, his hands still holding onto your shoulder as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“And now?” He asked, his voice softer than before. You bit your lip gently. It felt odd to be doing this, but it was something that had to be done. Tentatively you reached a hand up to caress his sharp jawline. Your thumb ever so gently brushing over his lips before closing your eyes and pressing your lips to his. You felt a small jolt run through the both of you at the kiss. You pulled him into the kiss a little as encouragement, adding some passion into it. With a small chuckle, you pulled back and saw the stupefied look on his face.

“Hux you have to kiss me back, keeping your face still is like kissing a statue.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t waste my time having romantic flings with my fellow students when I was supposed to be studying!” He tried to jab at you but the avoiding gaze and creeping blush told you all you needed to know.

“I told you I am not skilled in these activities!” He whined with a frown.

“Surely you had to have had some teenage romance! Some girl in the academy who kissed you before running back to her dorms?” You said with amused exasperation.

“It’s ok Hux, you can be jealous that I’ve kissed more people than you.” You giggled.

“Jealous? I'm not jealous!” He tried to defend himself but you knew better.

“Right…” Was all you said before taking planting your palms on both his cheeks. You could feel how warm they became under your touch. “You have to start delicately.” You instructed as you pressed your lips together once more. Being gentle in your movements against his lips. Once he started to mimic your motions you pulled back.

“Then you can start to do more.” You began leaning in again. “And don’t keep your eyes open during a kiss, it's creepy.”

“I’m not keeping my-” Hux was cut off by your lips moving against his own once again. A step up from the gentle kiss from before. He followed your lead quickly. He was clearly inexperienced but a faster learner than you’d have given him credit for. Your tongue swiped over his bottom lip and he startled for a moment but you kept him in place. Experimentally he opened his mouth and your tongue slipped inside, keeping it slow so he could get used to what you were doing. He tasted faintly of whiskey and cigarettes, and a flavor that was very… Hux. It was intoxicating for you. The kiss lesson could have ended long ago but you both couldn’t find it within you to stop.

Air finally made the decision for you and you both pulled back with soft gasps. Your hands laid on his chest and you could feel his heaving breaths taking in gulps of air and his heart rate was just as elevated as yours. You smiled and looked back up at him in a moment of sheepishness at the dawning realization that you’d made out with your superior.

“Well, I think you’ve got the gist.” You said as you both separated and stood in front of each other awkwardly. He hesitantly released you but did not step away, merely gazing down at you with an unreadable expression.

“Yes I… I think so. We should… try to incorporate some of this stuff in our meetings.” He said matter-of-factly. You only nodded as you made to leave. In a moment of boldness, you came back to him and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth before bidding him a good day.

The next few weeks seemed to go by better. You both tried not to be overly affectionate with each other. That would simply be out of character for both of you. But the occasional loving peck on the lips you exchanged as you passed one another seemed to really convince everyone of the relationship. Your friend still asked questions but it became much easier to reply. Being with the General had really become second nature to you. One particular conversation with Taylor had you realizing, without meaning to, you had really fallen for the General. Playing as though you were in love became easier when it was real.

But it broke your heart to realize that it was only a matter of time before the dream had to end. Sleepless nights thinking about what to do followed. Every fake kiss left a bittersweet taste in your mouth, desperately wishing it was real. But no. You would have to fake the breakup soon enough and the General would likely never speak to you again. Hux had become something of a friend over this time. He’d begun to open up to you even behind closed doors. It kept that pitiful spark of hope alive in your heart against your better judgment.

One day you happened upon Hux and Ren arguing in an empty hallway. You debated on turning around and pretending you never saw a thing when Kylo called out to you.

“You both can stop pretending now. It was funny at first but I see you both are too damn stubborn to give up.” He sneered and Hux glared angrily.

“There’s no pretending about it, Ren.” The taller male turned to glare back.

“You and I both know she meant nothing to you when you first concocted this lie!” You went to open your mouth in Hux’s defense but he spoke before you had a chance.

“Perhaps, but things have changed. It was a game to you before but I’m asking you politely now to leave it alone.” Hux said threateningly. Both you and Kylo expressed mild shock at the confession. He looked between you and Hux, huffing irritably before wordlessly storming off. Hux turned to you with a nervous look, his eyes deep in thought and unwilling to meet yours.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this elaborate lie. I never expected it to go on for so long. Or…” He hesitated, unsure of what to say or how to say it. You smiled warmly as you took his hand in your own.

“It stopped being a façade for me a long time ago.” You said with your heart beaming. “It doesn’t have to be fake anymore.” For the first time in a long time, you saw a genuine smile spread over the man's face as he pulled you into a crushing embrace and shocked you with the most searing kiss he'd ever initiated. Neither of you even noticed the gawking storm troopers who silently turned back down the hallway.

[mae-gi-writes]

Deobi Playlist (EP 2) | The Boyz Imagine

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Episode 2: in which Hyunjae is a drama queen.

Genre: fluff, friendship, slice of life

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10 | EP 11

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Hyunjae is in the middle of playing a battle game when the sound of someone busting the door open causes him to yelp, fingers slipping over the keyboard as he watches his character die in front of his very eyes. 

He swivels around in his seat, glowering with anger, “KEVIN!” 

“Oops,” the said man slides in, totally unfazed by the glare that would’ve killed anyone else off, before looking around at the empty office that is stacked with piles of paperwork, most of them probably belonging to Hyunjae since he had always been messy. 

“Where’s everyone?” Kevin frowns while checking his watch, “I thought we were having dinner tonight.” 

“Too slow, romeo,” a voice chimes from behind. The pair turn around to see Mae holding up three takeaway bags. Kevin squeals in delight, rushing over to throw his arms around her in a hug.

“You are the best,” Kevin singsongs before grabbing one of the bags. Mae tuts at him, “woah wait a minute Kev, that’s not--” 

Too late, for Kevin’s hands have already opened up the box. He stares at the multitudes of shrimp on a bed of fried noodles, and a grimace falls over his face, “ew no, that’s not mine--”

Mae proceeds to snatch it away, “that’s why I told you to wait,” she huffs, handing him his rightful dish; fried pork and vegetables with rice. 

“Wouldn’t mind having him choke on some shrimp,” Hyunjae mutters gloomily, still sulking in his desk chair like a five year old child being denied cookies. Mae’s brow quirks up in curious amusement, before they flicker towards Kevin. 

The latter, already stuffing his face in like he hasn’t eaten for days, mumbles out through a mouthful of rice and meat, “he’s mad ‘cause I distracted him and his character died. The usual.” 

“You always lose, anyway Hyunjae. It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Mae opens up her own takeaway, a Chinese Korean dish named Jajangmyeon. She motions him over, “come on.” 

But Hyunjae’s pout only deepens. He slides into his seat, unwavering.

“You sure you don’t want it?” she taunts him, “I ordered it specially for you.” 

Still, the caramel-haired man twists his head away adamantly. Mae huffs, turning back to roll her eyes at Kevin, “fine then, suit yourself. I’ll just--” 

Hyunjae’s out of his seat in mere milliseconds, grab his dish, and sits down onto the shared couch with crossed legs and face looking as though he’s going to murder anyone who even tries to get within touching distance. 

“By the way, you remember the patient I was telling you guys about?” Kevin says, chewing on a mouthful of food, “the one that had a weird extra bone in her foot?” 

“The one who kept asking you to marry her?” Mae confirms. 

“She mustn't have high standards,” comes Hyunjae’s mumble, causing Kevin to cluck his tongue at him in disapproval before answering, “yeah, we had to shave it off cause she’s a rising ballet star. Her mother was livid when she heard that she wouldn’t be able to dance for a good six months.” 

“Sunji, was it?” Mae asks. 

“She came to see me today,” Kevin beamed, warmth practically alighting over his face, “gave me flowers and a box of chocolate.” 

“Did she give you a ring too?” Hyunjae adds mockingly.

“At least she likes me,” Kevin retorts while sticking out his tongue.

“Please! It’s not like she had a choice. You’re the only doctor she sees.” 

"Just a game, Hyunjae," Kevin reminds him, gesturing towards the computer with a roll of his eyes since he knows exactly why the older man is being salty at this particular moment. 

“Do you know how much time and effort I took into staying alive all that time?!” Hyunjae shoots back, leaning forward in his seat, “It was my fifteenth time!” 

“It. Is. Just. A. Game,” Kevin’s words punch through like staccato notes.

“I care about that game, like it or not!” Hyunjae moans, “now my life is over!” 

“Shakespeare needs to see this,” Mae mumbles behind her bowl of noodles, “he would’ve loved to write a story about you.” 

“I think that’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever given me,” Hyunjae smirks.

“It’s...not a compliment.” 

“I hate you. I hate you both,” Hyunjae sniffs before pouting and looking away, once again the very picture of a spoiled brat. The pair meet each other’s eyes before Kevin throws Mae a shrug. 

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t raise him.” 

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The week, it seems, keeps getting worse for the titled drama queen, who proclaims that the heavens must be against him this week and that his astrological must be definitely off balance. Hyunjae’s shifts seem longer, tougher to handle this week, while the line of patients have suddenly multiplied by a tenfold the moment he thought that he could use a bit of a break. A few nurses have taken some time off for some last-minute vacation, meaning that he’s had to scramble around for help with no assistant by his side to jot down his every day needs. 

Most of all, he still hasn’t been able to finish that damn game, and he has no one else to blame but dear Kevin for that. 

“You look like shit,” is the first thing that pops out of Juyeon’s mouth the moment he stumbles into their shared office. He’s looking particularly dapper, with his freshly cut bangs and his usually hooded eyes alight with a sparkle that can only mean one thing:

“Did you guys kiss or something?” 

Colour blossoms across Juyeon’s cheeks, hooded eyes widening in alarm, “What?” 

Seemingly undisturbed by lack of sensitivity, Hyunjae proceeds to shrug off his beige coat as he opens his locker, “you look like freshly snogged material." 

“I--That’s--That’s not--” Hyunjae can’t help but smirk at the flustered expression on the younger man’s usually bland face. One of his favourite pastimes is to make fun of Juyeon, mainly because he seems so much younger than what he appears to be, for they are only a few months apart in age. Not to forget the fact that he's so innocent, despite his mature, bedroom eyes and the lazy, sensual smile he gives to women. It's, as Hyunjae had once stated, incredibly misleading.

"Want to shadow my surgery?" Hyunjae asks, picking up his clipboard to scan the patient's profile. The younger man stretches out in his seat and yawned, "what kind?" 

"Brain tumor I believe."

"Hm, I might shadow noona--"

"Oh right, loverboy's got a girlfriend now," Hyunjae rolls his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, "ah well, I'll just get one of the newbies on board. I love teasing them."

"They're all scared of you, you know," Juyeon can't help but point out.

"Oh really?" Hyunjae flashes a wicked grin.

Juyeon proceeds to roll his eyes, "that is not a compliment."

"You know, Mae said the exact same thing."

"No surprise there."

A few hours and a long trail of patients later, Hyunjae lets out a loud, noisy sigh when he finally allows his body to flop in his office chair, his feet aching from constantly running back and forth between wards. Mondays are always especially tiring, but he's quite satisfied that most of his patients seem on the track to recovery. 

His hand quickly darts towards his mouse, when his phone suddenly rings. 

Pressing the device to his ear, he murmurs out a quiet, "hello?"

"Son," his mother's terse soprano echoes through the receiver, "how are you?"

"Are you stressed, Ma?" Is the first thing that pops into his mind. There's only two reasons why his mother would call; either 1) she wants to give him food or 2) she has fought with his father yet again. 

It is no secret that Mr. And Mrs. Lee have been living apart for more than seven years now. The scar that Hyunjae still bears is now covered by nonchalance, and the fact that his two parents have kept an amiable relationship has helped balance out his upbringing. He has to admit that for a child with divorced parents, they handled him pretty well.

"Can't I call to ask about my son?!" Mrs.Lee retorts back. 

"Ma."

"Alright alright," she huffs, "I might have made some extra Kimchi stew and--"

"Ma, I told you not to cook so much," Hyunjae groans, one of his hands going up to ruffle his hair, "can't you just freeze it?"

"Freeze Kimchi Stew? Are you insane? I would never! Anyway, I already let the leftovers with--"

Knock knock!

Hyunjae glances back just in time to spot Mae standing in the doorway,  holding out a cooler towards him. 

"Ah," Hyunjae gestures for her to come in, "you met Mae?"

"Right right! Such a wonderful girl that one! Are you sure you've never had anything for her?" 

"Ma--"

"No no, if you're going to tell me that you're just friends, I don't want to hear it."

"Listen Ma, she's--"

"I can't believe you didn't even try it out with her--"

"Hey Ma, I got a surgery soon," Hyunjae hurriedly says while watching Mae stuff the cooler inside the fridge he shares with Juyeon and two other doctors. He holds out a finger for her to wait, "I'll talk to you soon  okay? Okay. Bye."

Cutting off the call right before she's about to keep on insisting how amazing Mae would be as a wife, Hyunjae lets out another trepid sigh before shaking his head at the said woman, who's gazing at him with raised eyebrows. 

"My mother really wants me to go out with you," Hyunjae rubs a hand over his face, clipboard in hand, before following her out into the corridor.

"Yeah I know, she told me the exact same thing when I bumped into her in the lobby," Mae shoves her hands in her pockets, smiling slightly. 

"I mean, if you weren't so much into Kevin, maybe--"

He doesn't get to say anything more because of Mae's hand slamming down atop his mouth. He groans in part pain and part protest, "that hurts!"

"I should've sewn your lips shut when I still had the chance," Mae hissed under her breath, careful to drop her hand and smile as they pass by a group of older doctors. 

"You guys are like turtles. By the time you ask him out, you'll both be dead," Hyunjae mutters loud enough for Mae to hear. 

She scowls back, "last I checked, I was the only one who decided what I could and could not do with my love life."

"You're doing a terrible job of it."

"I am not!"

"Okay, then where are the four children you said you wanted!? That's all you could talk about in college!"

"I was young and stupid, as were you."

"Ah, to be young and in love again--"

"Hyunjae?" 

The pair turn instinctively towards the sound only to fall upon a familiar face, a face that Hyunjae remembers almost instantly as one of the girls who had pined after him for years' on end. He briefly recalls breaking her heart once and for all when she'd decided to give him a box of chocolates during their second year Valentines. 

"Oh," Mae seems to be thinking the same thing as he does, for she doesn't waste time to smile up at him, clap him on the back and say, "see you then!" 

 And she's off, running down the hallway and leaving him to deal with the awkward aftermath of a rejected confession. 

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I honestly just love Hyunjae because he's so loud and annoying and straight up transparent. Surprisingly, I wasn't attracted to his physique as much as I was to his natural genuine personality.

Hope you enjoyed this one! Next Ep will be out on Monday!

Episode 3: in which Juyeon has a complicated relationship with food.

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Season 2; Episode 8: Raving

Hello all! Sorry I’m updating a day late! But after last chapter you now know who (Y/N) is starting to like; Isaac! I love Isaac and as I was writing season 2 I knew I wanted them to either have a really good friendship or develop some romantic feelings for each other. I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. 

Season 2; Episode 8: Raving

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: mention of sex

Word Count: 2,598

Season 2 Masterlist

I was with Scott in the animal clinic waiting for Derek to arrive. Finally, after what felt like hours, though it was probably only about ten minutes, Scott opened the front door. He stepped aside to let Derek and Isaac in.

“What’s he doing here?” Scott questioned the Alpha.

“I need him.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“He doesn’t trust you either.” Isaac replies, sending a glare to my twin before looking back at me with a smirk covering his lips.

“And Derek doesn’t care.” Derek quickly says, stopping any arguing. “Now where’s the vet and is he going to help us or not?”

“That depends.” Dr. Deaton answers, making his presence known to the werewolves. “Your friend Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?”

“Save him.” Scott and I answer together.

At the same time Derek and Isaac say, “Kill him.”

Without missing a beat Scott and I send a glare to the two, Scott once again repeats, “Save him.”

We all move to the exam room after Dr. Deaton gets reassured that we will not be killing Jackson. We watch as the vet unlocks a drawer to reveal dozens of glass jars, different grains and petals inside each.

Derek is drawn to the Celtic symbols on each of the jars: a Triqueta, an Awen, Taranis wheel and others. Isaac reaches out to touch one of the jars but before his hand reaches Derek grabs his wrist, stopping him. “Watch what you touch.” The Alpha scolds his Beta.

Deaton takes out one of the jars with a symbol of a shield knot on it and looks at the contents inside.

“What are you? Some kind of witch?” Isaac asks.

“No, I’m a veterinarian. But I do have experience treating an unusually wide variety of animals.”

I scoff, “You’re telling me.”

Deaton sends me a small smile as he places the jar back down. “Unfortunately, I’m not sure if anything here is going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.”

“We’re open to suggestions.” Derek says.

“How about an effective offense?” Isaac asks.

“We tried.” Derek answers then turns his head to the vet, “I nearly ripped its head off and Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up. If anything, I think it’s getting stronger.”

“Great, just what we need.” I mumble out, rolling my eyes at the thought of the Kanima getting stronger.

“Has it shown any weaknesses?” Deaton asks.

“One. It’s either afraid of water or can’t swim.” I answer, glancing at Derek as he nods in agreement.

“Does that go for Jackson as well?”

I immediately shake my head, “No. He’s on the swim team.”

Deaton pauses, thinking for a moment. He then removes a new item from the drawer. It’s an old, scratched steel pendant. “Essentially you’re trying to catch two people. A puppet and puppeteer.”

He places the odd piece on the table. “One killed the husband. But the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?”

“I don’t think Jackson could do it.” Scott speaks up, “His mother died pregnant too. She might have been murdered. I think he couldn’t let the same thing happen to someone else.”

“How do you know it’s not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson killed the wife, the baby would have died too.” Isaac says.

“Then doesn’t that mean your father was a murderer?” Scott questions, looking at Isaac with confusion evident on his face.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if he was.” Isaac simply answers.

I glance at him biting my lip, I can’t imagine having a parent that horrible. And my dad definitely wasn’t great but I would take him any day compared to what Isaac had to go through.

Isaac raises his eyes, feeling my gaze on him. He lightly smiles and gives me a stiff nod, like he’s telling me he’s alright and better off without him gone.

Derek’s voice breaks me from my thoughts, “But the Bestiary said if the bond’s strong enough, it’ll kill whoever the master wants it too.”

“Hold on.” Deaton replies, “The book says they’re bonded. What if the fear of water isn’t coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him?”

Deaton pulls another jar from the drawer, this one is filled with gray ash. The symbol on it is for Rown. Deaton unscrews the lid and begins lightly pouring out the contents around the amulet he previously placed on the table.

He then continues to speak, “That could mean the same properties that affect a creature like the Kanima will also affect its human Master.”

“And what does that mean?” Isaac asks.

“It means we can catch them.” Scott answers, “Both of them.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

In school the next day I was talking with Lydia by our lockers, “So you have a date?” She asks with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, “It’s not a date. I told him I’m not ready for that but I’d be happy to go with him as friends.”

“Seriously (Y/N/N), whether you believe it’s a date or not, I’m happy you’re getting back out there. You’re gorgeous and need to get laid.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I a not planning on having sex with him. I don’t even want to kiss him.”

“Oh come on! It’s not like Matt is bad looking. Definitely not my type and you could do better. But for a little fling, it could be fun.”

“Speaking of a little fling...” I trail off, my eyes meeting Isaac’s from across the hall. A small smile falls on to my lips when he starts smirking, clearly hearing what I said.

Lydia turns her head to see who I’m looking at, “You and Isaac?”

I bite my lip and tear my eyes away, turning back to Lydia, “We made out. And I honestly wouldn’t be disappointed if something more happened.”

I glance at him again seeing his smirk grow at my words. “But you’re going out on a date with someone else?” Lydia asks, now confused.

“It’s not a date, Lyds. And I said yes, to hanging out as friends, before Isaac and I kissed.”

Lydia held her hands up, “Hey I’m not judging. I bet if you gave more people the time you would easily see that there are more than just those two interested in you.”

“Hmm.” I hum, “Probably, but you’re one to talk. Miss prettiest girl in school.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, “I think we may tie for that honor.”

I laugh, “Sure, let’s go with that.” I glance back at Isaac who subtly nods his head and starts walking away, “I’ll see you later Lyds.”

She nods as I walk away, moving towards Isaac. I look around with a small frown on my lips. “Where did he go?” I mumble out starting to move once more. I then feel a  hand wrap around my wrist pulling me into an empty classroom. The door closes once I am safety inside. 

“I for one, think you’re the prettiest girl in school.” I instantly roll my eyes and lightly shove Isaac’s chest.

“That was cheesy.” I reply as I wrap my arms around his neck. Before he has the chance to reply I gently bring his head down to attach my lips to his. We only break apart when the bell rings. I let out a groan at the sound, not wanting this moment to end.

Isaac lightly chuckles and nudges his nose against my neck. He then presses feather light kisses on my exposed neck and collar-bone as I hum in content and my eyes flutter closed. “We should get to class.” He finally speaks up, though he doesn’t break apart.

“It’s my free period. And you’re already late, might as well skip.” I smirk.

He lets out another laugh, his head falling back and blue eyes lighting up. It brings a smile to my face as I watch him, “You should laugh more. It sounds nice.”

His eyes meet mine once more, “Well if I spend more time with you then you’ll probably be hearing it more often.” We share a smile before he leans back down and reattaches our lips.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Later that day, I was once again in the vet clinic but this time without Derek and Isaac. In their place was Stiles instead. Deaton holds up a vial of clear liquid. We step forward to get a better look. “Ketamine?” Scott asks.

“Same thing we use on dogs. Just a higher dosage.” Deaton confirms. He then hands Scott the vial and a hypodermic, “If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time.”

“Ketamine for the Kanima.” We all throw Scott questioning glances and upon seeing our faces he mutters, “Yeah, that wasn’t funny.”

Deaton then places a glass jar in front of Stiles, it’s filled with the same gray ash from yesterday. “This is a sample of what you’ll use to create the barrier. Now, this part is for you, Stiles and (Y/N).”

My eyes slightly widen, “Does it need to be both of us? I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get away from Matt for that long.”

“No, but it needs to be one of you.”

I turn to Stiles who sighs, “That sounds like a lot of pressure. Could we find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?”

Deaton pours a little bit of the ash into his hand to allow Stiles to get a closer look. “It’s from a mountain ash tree which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with mountain ash wood which makes it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.”

“So I spread this around the whole building and neither Jackson or whoever’s controlling him won’t be able to cross?” Stiles questions.

Deaton nods, “They’ll be trapped.”

“That doesn’t sound too hard.” Scott says.

“That’s not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It’s just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles.” Deaton continues.

“If you mean light myself on fire, I’m not sure I’m up for that.”

I giggle and shake my head at the brunette boy. Dr. Deaton speaks up once more, “Let me try a different analogy. I used to play golf. What’s interesting about the best golfers is they never swing without first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind. And their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.”

“Force of will.” Stiles repeats the words the vet said.

“If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it.’

Stiles nods, keeping his gaze locked on the jar of mountain ash, a determined look on his face.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I picked Matt up, having borrowed my moms car for the night. I pull into a space outside the warehouse. As we step out of the car Matt turns to me, “Sorry I couldn’t drive. My dad usually lends me the car.”

I smile, “No worries. I actually really like driving so...” I shrug as I trail off. There is a brief moment of awkward silence. Matt then holds out his hand to me, I lick my lips as I hesitantly take it, readjusting my tank top with my other hand.

Once inside the building the music blasts and my eyes move around to try and spot Jackson or really anyone else that I know.

Finally my eyes meet Matt’s “Did you want to dance?” I question with an awkward smile.

Though Matt doesn’t seem to notice how awkward I seem as he nods his head and moves with me into the crowd.

We bob along to the music, my eyes still moving throughout the room. Once my attention is back on Matt he opens his mouth to say something, but due to the loud volume of the music I can’t make out the words.

“Do you want a drink?” He asks once more, miming drinking from a cup.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” I nod and watch as he moves to another part of the crowded room.

With Matt now gone, I quickly move to blend in with the crowd more. Still dancing to the music so I don’t stick out like a sore thumb.

I finally spot Isaac carrying a limp Jackson, Erica right behind them. I rush over and step into the door with them, “Where’s Scott? I thought he was going to do this?” I question.

“The Argents are here. He said he needed to talk to them.” Isaac replies. Then he glances at me, “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?”

I groan, “It’s not a date. Though I should probably go find him. You two will be okay here?”

The two werewolves nod in agreement. So I turn to leave the room and try to find Matt.

Finally spotting the photography loving boy I make my way over, “Sorry! I got a call from my dad.”

He gives me a questioning glance as he hands me my drink, “It’s fine. Though I never hear you or Scott mention your dad?”

“Uh yeah. It’s... It’s complicated.” I stutter out.

Matt just nods. Once the drinks are finished he hold out his hand once more, “Let’s dance some more? Try and get closer to the DJ?”

“Yeah, sounds good!” I take his hand once again, letting him pull me through the crowd.

We once again start dancing within the crowd. My eyes are still drifting around looking at the people around us, this time more out of awkwardness than trying to spot someone I know.

“You’re not having a good time.” Matt states.

I turn to look at him with shock evident on my face, “Sorry.” I apologize, grimacing.

“What’s wrong?” He questions.

I shrug, “I just have a lot on my mind.” I pause for a brief moment then continue, “Do you ever feel like you have the best intentions but you’re just making mistake after mistake?”

“No. Unlike the rest of humanity Im perfect.”

I smile at the joke, glad that he’s trying to distract me. But the smile is quickly wiped off my face as Matt leans in for a kiss. I lurch back in surprise, “Oh God. That was the worst mistake ever. I’m so totally sorry.”

I shake my head, “No, it’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay but I...” I take a breath and point behind me, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

Instead of going to the bathroom though I quickly make my way back to the storage room that Jackson is locked in. Just as I reach out to open the door, Stiles, Isaac and Erica run through it. Slamming the door shut as soon as everyone, aside from Jackson, is out.

“Find something to block the door.” Stiles says. But before anyone can follow through, the wall next to the door explodes outwards as Jackson crashes through it.

“What the hell just happened?” I question in shock.”

“He’s a lot stronger than we thought.” Stiles simply answers.

We all rush out, the three others trying to figure out what happened to Jackson while I reluctantly try to find Matt once more. Knowing that i can’t hide from him forever, I am his ride home after all.

[crystalwillow]

Bryce x Casey (F!MC)

I did have the title of “Forgetful” for this but it’s turned out just to be a cute kind of thing with a steamy moment in there. So uh.. I hope you enjoy this. I will have more Bryce content coming soon. Love you guys! <3 

The halls of Edenbrook Hospital seemed busier than ever as a tall man, longish brown hair with blonde highlights rushed through the hallways looking for his girlfriend. Urgency written over his features. As he neared a nurses station he spied the Director of Diagnostics, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, speaking with a nurse as they pointed to things on a chart. “Dr. Ramsey!” Bryce shouted from his end of the corridor, Ethan snapping his head in the direction of his name and raising a brow when his gaze met with Bryce’s, “Have you seen Ca- I mean, Dr. Valentine?” he asked, continuing to shout but Ethan just shook his head, Bryce continuing on, rushing round the entire hospital looking for her. Eventually he found her outside on what looked like a video call. As he approached, her voice had its usual sweet tone to it as she started saying goodbye to whoever she was talking to as she clocked a now worn out looking Bryce, heading towards her. “Oh. Dr. Lahela’s here. I’ve got to go. But you best look after her Dakota. Don’t go getting her in trouble and enjoy your break from college. And remember! Make a scrapbook of all the best parts. Pictures are just as valuable as film!”

“We will Dr. Valentine! Thank you for keeping in touch with us even though you weren’t our doctor.

”“Of course! Now go have fun!”

“Okay byeee!”

“Bye!”

She smiled brightly at the camera with a wave as she ended the call before locking it, placing it back in the deeper pocket of her doctors coat, looking up at a now recovered Bryce, with the same happiness still on her features. “It really is sweet of you to keep checking in with those two you know.” He commented as his arms snaked round her waist, pulling her flush to his toned chest in a tight hug. She put her arms round his torso and returned the hug, breathing in the faint scent of his ocean scented cologne.

“They’re going to be together for life you know.”

“Who? Dakota and Sage? I’d be more shocked if they broke up than stayed together.”

“That’s true.” Casey commented with a chuckle. “Anyway. What did you need? You came out here looking rather troubled.” Bryce thought on why he was actually trying to find her in the first place, but as usual, couldn’t remember, so just shook his head. “You forgot again didn’t you?” Casey asked, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement. He smiled sheepishly as he pulled away from their embrace and laced his fingers through Casey’s, smiling at her fondly. She smiled back noting his trademark flirtiness reflecting brightly in his eyes, a sure sign that he wanted to go inside and get up to mischief. They were walking along the 4th floor of the hospital hand in hand when suddenly Bryce pulled them into an empty supply closet, and blocked the door so it couldn’t be opened by anyone else. As Casey’s eyes met his in the darkness, she could see that his had turned deep with lust and want. It was only a matter of seconds until they were pressed against each other in a deep kiss, moaning into it, their mutual desire for each other present. 

“mmm, Bryce. We can’t-”“What do you mean we can’t?”

“We’re both on the clock.. if we get caught...”“I blocked the door off for a reason. I’m more than just a pretty face babe.”

“Still.. what if someone hears us?”

“I don’t care... not really. Let them hear how we rock each other’s worlds”

“You’re... so bad....”

Casey giggled as she bit her lip before pulling Bryce back towards her, kissing him again as his hands slid up her legs, slowing at the hem of her dress and lifting it teasingly as she shrugged off her doctors coat, pulling Bryce back into her by the neck of his scrubs. “I like it when you’re rough with me.” He growled lowly in her ear before gently nibbling at her ear lobe causing her to bite her lip as she let out a shuddering breath at his touch. “Bryce...” she whispered, a slight desperation to her tone as she reached for his crotch, gently tracing his now hardened member lightly over his trousers. “Fuckk.. Casey...” he whispered, deep lust laced into his voice as his hands cupped Casey’s breasts, squeezing lightly causing a small moan to escape her throat. One moment they were entangled in mutual light teasing and the next they were ripping their clothes off each other and Casey was on her knees, looking up at Bryce through her lashes as she gently bopped her head, his throbbing length in her mouth. “Ohhh fuck.” Bryce groaned, tipping his head back as pleasure overtook his body. Not wanting him to have all the fun by himself, Casey stopped and trailed light feathery kisses along his hips, sucking harshly and leaving deep purple bruises. A lowly growl-like rumble emanated from Bryce’s chest as he pulled Casey to her feet, Clearing a space on a shelf with his free hand before sitting her on it and parting her legs. “Your turn.” He commented with a glint in his eye, and she gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth worked wonders in bringing her pleasure. She had sworn to herself mentally that she would be quiet, but the pleasure overwhelmed her sense and the next thing she knew, she was moaning Bryce’s name pleasurably as she felt one of his fingers slid inside her.

“You like that, don’t you baby?”

“Mhm.”

She started bucking her hips against his finger, needing more but he pinned her hips down causing her to whine pleadingly. “Bryce.. please...” she panted, looking up at him as he stood up, finger still inside her. “Please what?” he teased as he moved his finger slowly, adding another one as he pushed back inside of her. “M-more.” She whimpered out again. Bryce smirked as he continued teasing her slowly until she let out a moan. One that led to want that fled through his veins. “Do you have a condom?” he asked desperately. Casey shook her head, looking at him with lust clouding her eyes. “fuck.” He whispered under his breath. “It’s okay. We can do it without.” She tried to reassure him, “Are you sure? I know you’re not on any form of contraception.” He said with strained want in his tone. “I’m sure. We’ll deal with any consequences later.” She said, holding his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. Bryce hesitated for a brief moment before leaning over and kissing her deeply to muffle her moans as he pushed himself slowly into her entrance. “mmm.”

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“N-no. just please.. move.” Bryce slowly started thrusting his hips, their moans melting together as Casey gripped onto his back. “Oh... Bryce. Yes!” she moaned pleasurably as she felt her climax nearing. Their moans got louder as Bryce’s pace fastened, Casey adjusting so he hit deeper. 

“Oh fuuuu-”

“C-Casey!” 

They intertwine their hands and moaned into each other’s mouths as their lips crashed together passionately as they thrusted against each other riding out their highs. Panting, Bryce rested his forehead against Casey’s as he pulled out and gave her a gentle kiss, just as a knock sounded on the door. “Hello?” a voice said from the other side. Casey’s eyes went wide as she looked at Bryce who just returned the look with one of his easy smirks and he helped Casey to her feet. “Round two later at mine?” he whispered lowly in her ear, she bit her lip and nodded with a smirk as Bryce helped her get dressed again and sort her hair before dressing himself, unblocking the door, opening it to a nurse standing on the other side. 

“Sorry about that. Dr. Valentine had a breakdown, and well we kissed for longer than I intended.”

“Babe! ... Ignore him please.” Casey said shyly as she blushed bright red, thankful that it helped cover the glow from the activity they had just partaken in. Bryce laced their hands together and slipped past the nurse. “Enjoy the rest of your day.” He chirped happily leading Casey down the hallway. “Rookie!” Ethan’s stern voice shouted as he spotted the two round the corner, dismissing himself from his current conversation and marching over to meet them halfway, his trademark scowl on his face. “I’ve paged you 5 times about one of your patients! You’re lucky I was able to save them from the cardiac arrest!” he shouted, and she shrunk back into Bryce’s body. “Dr. Ramsey. With all due respect, should yo-” Bryce started answering but was cut off. “If I wanted a scalpel jockey’s opinion, I’d ask for it. Now get out of here.” He snapped at Bryce, but Bryce stood his ground and refused to move until Casey was okay. “Babe, it’s okay. I can handle this stubborn and stuck up man.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll meet you outside tonight?”

“Okay. Let me know if he gets too much. He’s really just a massive petulant child.” Casey chuckled and kissed Bryce goodbye, before turning to Ethan. “Don’t let me catch you slacking again.” He warned sternly and stalked off, leaving Casey standing there confused before she moved on to carry on with work. Later on she was dragging her feet along the floor, exhausted from how busy she had gotten running around the hospital.

As she came up to a nurses station, she looked at the clock on the wall and saw she had worked 4 hours past her shift, and her eyes immediately widened as she remembered her promise to meet Bryce outside after they finished, since they only finished an hour apart today. She picked up a run and almost slammed into Ethan as she rounded a corner on her way to the locker room. “Sorry!” she shouted over her shoulder as she narrowly avoided him and carried on her sprint. She reached her locker throwing it open and shoving her doctors coat inside, taking her bag out and slinging it on her back before heading for the nearest staircase and running down the flights in record time, crossing the atrium and outside, coming to an abrupt stop and looking around for Bryce. When she couldn’t see him she sat on a nearby bench as she took her bag off, digging through it looking for her phone. Unlocking it and bringing up Bryce’s contact info and pressing the call button. It rang a couple times before a voice came through from the other end of the line. 

“Yo. Bryce Lahela’s phone. This is his sister Keiki. What message can I take for you?”

“Keiki! Where’s Bryce?”

“Oh hey Casey! He’s sulking because he thinks you forgot about meeting him.”

“well technically... I kind of did. I only just realized I’ve worked four hours over my shift.”

“four hours overtime? Wow. That’s rough. Anyway. I’ll pass you to Bryce. Maybe you can get him to stop moping around on the couch.”

“just put it on speaker.”

“Well alright. ... You’re on speakerphone now.”

“BRYCE LAHELA GET UP OFF YOUR ASS AND SMILE NOW OR I’M GOING HOME.”

“Casey?!” he exclaimed, sitting upright faster than a bolt of lightning.

“huh. You really do have a sergeant Valentine side like he says..”

“Is he up?”“... and smiling like an idiot.” Keiki said with amusement in her tone. “Good. I’ll be over soon. And I’ll bring food.”

“Best girl my dumbass brother has ever dated.

”“Hey! I’m not a dumbass!” Bryce protested in the background. Casey chuckled and said goodbye before hanging up and heading to their favourite fast food takeout, placing the order. Takeout bags in hand, she made her way to Bryce’s apartment which thankfully wasn’t very far on foot. As she turned the corner to approach the main doors of Bryce’s apartment complex, she smiled brightly seeing him outside waiting for her. 

“Lovely night huh?”

“Babe!” Bryce exclaimed as he whipped his head in the direction of her voice before running to her in a few strides and wrapping his arm around her tightly.

“Oof. Hello to you as well.”

“I thought you forgot about me on purpose.”

“What? Bryce, you know I would never do that!”

“I know but I can’t help the doubt that creeps into my mind sometimes. Especially when..”

“When what?”

“When... Dr. Ramsey is involved.”

“What are you on about?”

“Well he’s older so he’s wiser. He’s more attractive than me and well.. just better than me altogether.”

“Bryce... that’s silly. I’m sure in some universe there are versions of us dating different people and yes one version of me is probably dating Ethan but honey, in this universe where we’re standing right now, I’m dating you, I choose you. And you know why?”

“Not exactly..”

“Walk with me and I’ll tell you.” Bryce, pulled out his keys and opened the main door of the apartment complex, letting Casey in first and following her, making sure the heavy door clicked shut behind them. As they headed towards the stairs and started climbing them Bryce cleared his throat.

“So why do you love me?”

“Because you’re funny, cute, smart, grounded, optimistic, loyal... need I go on?”

“Yes. Please do.”

“Okay. You’re also considerate and kind. You give the best hugs. Your kisses are always super sweet, well when you’re not wanting to get frisky that is. You’re gentle. And to top it all off.. You’re my Bryce. Nobody else’s. Not romantically anyway.” 

Bryce opened his apartment door as they reached it and Casey walked inside making her way to the kitchen with the takeout bags, Bryce following her giving Keiki a wave to join them as he passed. “So you’re saying you love me for who I am? For just simply being, Bryce?”

“Yes! 1 because if I didn’t love you for who you were things would turn toxic and two? Well I’m sure Keiki here would whip my ass into shape or tell me to get the fuck out of your life if I didn’t.”

“Damn right. If you wanted to change my brother, I would not stand for it. He may be the older one, but he needs protecting to.”

“See? You have a protective sibling too. We both love you for who you are, and we never want you to change okay?” Bryce place some plates and cutlery on the counter as he looked between Casey and his sister, tears building in his eyes

.“Oh God. Casey, you’ve broken him!”

“ He was having doubt that I loved him! Thinking I loved someone else. I was only trying to reassure him!”

“I think you over reassured him... I’ve never seen him cry and pout at the same time like that.” Casey smiled kindly at Bryce as she dished up the food, starting with Keiki’s meal as Bryce stood behind her and wrapped his arms round her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. 

“Hold up. You remembered that I like crispy chicken noodles and vegetable fried rice with BBQ sauce AND extra pork balls?! Bryce, I’m disowning you and adopting Casey as my sister!” she joked as Casey slid her plate over to her. “Thanks Casey!” she smiled, biting into a pork ball as she waited for Casey and Bryce to join her. “Keiki.. I only forget because you have such specific requirements and I jam to music on the way there. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for you to try some new things.” Bryce commented as he sat between her and Casey at the kitchen island to eat. The atmosphere was comfortable as they quietly joked between themselves whilst eating their meals. 

“Who’s up for a horror marathon before bed?” Keiki said as she stood stretching, having just finished her meal. 

“I’d love to, but I have to be back at the hospital in... 6 hours.” Casey responded

“6 hours? Babe, why?”

“I have a patient that needs prepping for surgery and also one who gets very upset if I’m gone for too long. She’s sweet really, just very fond of me.”

“Well I can’t be mad at her for that.” Bryce smiled. Keiki had moved to the couch and started her horror marathon, Bryce cleaning the plates away before going to his room with Casey, the two stripping to their underwear before letting the food settle and grabbing a shower, heading back to bed and cuddling up, falling asleep in their towels. The next morning Casey woke up and silenced her alarm, getting up and dressing quietly to leave. Before leaving she tucked Bryce in under the covers so he wouldn’t get cold, pressing and kiss to his lips. “I love you. I’ll see you later.” She whispered and put her bag on her back, tiptoeing through the apartment to the front door. Keiki, who had fallen asleep on the couch, opened her eyes a little, looking at Casey. 

“Bye Casey.”

“Bye Keiki. See you later.” she whispered back and quietly left, making sure the door didn’t make too much noise as she shut it. When she arrived at Edenbrook she headed straight for the canteen. She grabbed a sandwich and coffee to go then headed to the locker room, eating her sandwich as she got ready to face the shift ahead of her. Later she was seeing to another patient when Ethan walked into the room scowling at her, causing her to pause her conversation and look at him. “Dr. Ramsey? How can I help?” she asked. “Where is your boyfriend?” Ethan snapped. “Excuse me Doris.” She smiled politely at her patient and glared at Ethan, nodding to the door with her head and going into the corridor. Ethan followed her and shut the door behind him. 

“I’ll ask you again Dr. Valentine. Where is your boyfriend?”

“I hardly see how that is a professional question.” 

“Where is he?”

“Dr. Lahela is most likely enjoying his day off with his sister. If you must know.”

“Dr. Ramsey? Um, Dr. Emery is looking for you, you’re needed in a meeting on the 8th floor.” Elijah said as he approached the two doctors scowling at each other.

“I don’t know why I bother with people around this place.” Ethan mumbled as he turned on his heel and stalked off. Casey smiled at Elijah. “Thank you.” she said as she hugged him, “No problem. He sounded like he was going into personal territory.” Elijah smiled as he headed off carrying on with work. Later Casey waited outside Bryce’s door for it to open after a long day. When the door swung open Keiki looked at her with surprise. 

“Oh!”

“Hi Keiki. Are... you okay?” 

“Yeah.. yeah I’m fine. I just thought you were in here already. I just saw Bryce talking to.. BRYCE!” she shouted and turned heading to the kitchen. Casey stepped inside and closed the door, following Keiki. “BRYCE LAHELA YOU BETTER NOT BE CHEATING ON CASEY BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU ARE I’M GOING TO KI- ick your ass.” 

Awkwardness hung in the air for a moment as Casey and Keiki stood watching Bryce kiss a mannequin’s lips and talk to it in hushed whispers with his eyes closed. The two women looked at each other, struggling to stifle their laughter at the scene taking place in front of them. “Fake Casey. You’re nowhere near as amazing as real Casey. In fact your quite hollow.” Bryce sighed. “Oooo. Ouch. That one must have hurt her.” Keiki commented. “Seriously.” Casey replied, the two women sharing a laugh as Bryce opened his eyes and looked at them in surprise. “H-How long were you standing there?” he asked. “Long enough.” Casey said, holding her side as she doubled over with laughter. “Bro. when did you get that thing?” Keiki asked as she regained her posture. “uhhhh... today?” Bryce smiled shyly. “You couldn’t do without me for a day?” Casey asked as she stood back up. “I just wanted your cuddles all day.” Bryce pouted.

“You could have had some at lunchtime had you come like you said you would.”

“I did?” 

“Yeah. In a text at about 10am.”

“Oh.. sorry.”

“It’s okay. We can all be forgetful. And there’s a lot of factors that can play into it. So if you ever want to talk, you know I’m here to listen yeah?”

“Yeah. Of course. Though I should probably throw this huh?”

“Yeah.. But keep the wig. You’d look good in it, and I have a plan for it. Dr. Ramsey pissed me off too much today. I need to get back at him.” 

Bryce laughed and took the mannequin outside to the trash before coming back in, settling on the couch with Casey and Keiki laying on his chest as they watched movies all night. Some medical so they could test their knowledge, but the night was fun, and they went to bed smiling that night. Bryce knowing that he was going to ask Casey someday to marry him, because it was clear to him now she loved him as unconditionally as he did her, and that was something he wanted to cherish and preserve forever. He was her Bryce and she was his Casey. 

[lucarioisinthevoid]

AHHHHHHH I HAVE IDEA!!

How about Henry interacting with Helpy and the “annoying” Ultimate Custom Night characters! Maybe throw in Funtime Freddy!! Helpy could be his son or maybe Bon Bon reincarnated! Just sheer silliness and stupidity :p

Animatronics: Bonnie, BB, JJ, Phantom BB, Phantom Mangle, Phantom Freddy, Old Man Consequences, Trash and the Gang, Helpy, El Chip, Funtime Chica and Phone Guy! (Sorry, no Funtime Freddy here, wasn’t an option- though I don’t mind adding characters that aren’t an option, I would just had to write around that a little more, so I didn’t want to go all in. Events and surroundings all randomly generated like this in-game! Just with slight adjustments for a bit of writing flow). (Special note: This is an experiment. This is a whole ass chapter. Tumblr might not be the right place for it, but I have no better place to put it. If you have an idea on what would work better, I’d love to hear it, but for now this is just it. If you don’t want to read a long chapter, you should probably not press “read more” Honestly, this might not be as much fun as I imagined it to be, I’m terrible at making fun events, heh. If it is, take solace in the fact that it might be the only chapter of this kind on this blog.)

Henry groaned, his bones sending agony through his nerves. It felt like his insides had splintered and were now stuck in his flesh. His throat was burning, but he managed to open his eyes. He was- somewhere. At least it was a place. That was actually news, good news, last time he hadn’t been that lucky after all. Having a couch below him and a room surrounding him was actually a deep relief- it was a room he didn’t have to create himself. Sitting up, he looked around. It seemed to be some sort of employee lounge, a coffee machine, a tv and a couch, with lockers against the walls. A few posters painted the walls. -CELEBRATE!- They said, over and over again. Henry showed his teeth, a grin with no hint of amusement. “… that is what you would like to do, huh?” Standing up he stumbled a little, but the pain only served to keep him awake and grow his confidence. It HURT. And it was GOOD. It hurt, his body hurt, HIS BODY was REAL and in PAIN. When he left to the outside, he was surprised to see that he was inside of one of the oldest locations- at least in form. He was standing beside where the stage was supposed to be, coming from where the saferoom used to be, but to his surprise instead of a stage it was a giant price corner, filled with all sort of plushies and other goodies. Sweets and candies, candles, little gadgets… … and a silver coin among them. It shined and felt oddly… powerful. Ten Faztokens. The other things didn’t even have a price tag, so he decided that he would check back on that later. All items were hidden behind a thin glass wall and he wasn’t sure if he could break through it. Maybe he should try later. Moving further down, he realized a few more things were different- There were TWO pirate coves in the main area and- ‘Pssssst… hey… I have something to tell you…’ Abruptly Henry turned around. Where had that voice come from?! ‘Hey… hey, down here…’ It seemed to come from one of the hallways, leading down to the office. As quick as he possible could, he followed the source of the noise, the mysterious whispers slowly growing louder. ‘It is really… really… important…!’ Finally, he was near the supply closet, looking around. “Hello? Where are you? Who are you? What is this place?” The questions broke out of him more erratically than he wanted them too, the desperation and quiet panic bubbling under the thin veil of cold control- it was almost cracking out of him. ‘Pssssst…’ He spotted a little crate with eyes, and leaned down to investigate- Suddenly a loud noise! The thing was all up in his face, making a low noise, pure bass, causing his head to HURT, but not enough that he would have to hold his ears- Just enough that it shook his skin uncomfortably, from the inside out. Stumbling backwards, he shook his head, the crate had disappeared, leaving him with a headache and burning aggression, so potent that his throat felt sore, as though he had screamed from the top of his lungs… despite not a single noise having come out of him. Moving inside of the office, he was somewhat stunned. It looked like a bedroom. With closet and everything. The wallpaper and whole atmosphere felt… old. A child’s bedroom… except there was an office desk, with a fan, a microphone and a weird little action figure of Bonnie on top of it. Some air ducts were hanging into the room and there were- multiple vents, two doors- A flashlight. Quickly he grabbed it. Great- now all he needed was a taser and maybe he would feel like- “… Henry Miller…” A raspy voice sounded to the side of him, causing him to make a few steps back. In front of him, a creature was forming, a Freddy, burned and see through- It grinned. “… long time… no see…” “I have never met you.” “… your memory is failing you, Mr. Miller…” At this point it seemed to become more and more corporeal, reaching out to the table, its paws scraping over and only slightly moving through the material. Turning to the Pink Guy, he opened his maw a little, nothing visible inside. It was getting ready… “… that’s on you however-“ A squeaky voice sounded. “Maybe you should shine your light at him, Mr. Miller!” Instantly, the flash of his light ripped through the ghostly Freddy, who was quite disgruntled to say the least. “… Helpy… you are supposed to help US.” With that he vanished, giving Henry the chance to turn to around and see who’s mysterious helper was. His eyes fell on a little walking bear standing on the blue shelf, trying to hide between the purple fan. “Whoops…” “… who are you? Can you EXPLAIN this place to me?!” “I’m Helpy! Don’t you remember me, Henry?” Fully irritated the Pink Guy stepped back. “No. No, I did not make you. I THOUGHT about making you, but I never did!” “Oh my, Henry, you must have fallen on your head!” Helpy laughed. “But- I can’t help you actually. Everyone else will be mad! So I won’t tell you how the other people here work!” “Can you at least tell me who exactly these ‘others’ are?!” “Uhm… no. I don’t think so.” Slowly he was reaching behind him for something- But Henry couldn’t worry about it, as a phone suddenly started ringing. Shoving off the bear off the shelf (resulting in a little squeak), he tried to find the source of the noise, his head throbbing. He thought he shortly saw a “mute call” button pop up, but as soon as he saw it, it was already gone. Instead a receiver just- fell from the ceiling, randomly. How? Who KNEW- “Uh- hello? Hello, hello?” “… Phone Guy?” “Scott. Uh- anyways- uh, anyways, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first-“ “This is not a recording. You just interrupted me. And why would there be a phone RINGING if you were to play a recording!?” For a moment it was quiet, then Scott started laughing. “You never changed, did you?” Irritated Henry skipped past that question, having more urgent matters to talk about. “Scott. Good old Scott. Listen, I think I am in some level of hell.” Dumbfounded there was silence on the other end, while the ghostly Freddy tried to reform, being instantly shooed away by the light. Until finally- “… yes of course. Of COURSE you’re in hell, Henry. Uh. What did you expect?” “I-“ “No, no, no, let’s uh- let’s talk about this. Where did you THINK you are? Because, uhm- not sure how to say this, but- uh- I DIED and I’m in HEAVEN right now and you DIED, sooo… uh- yeah.” “I am glad we talked about this. I cannot recall how I GOT here, however. And everyone seems to know me.” Displeased he shined the light at the grinning grimace of the phantom, before he could even fully form. “Yeah… uh… can’t help you. Actually, I have to go. You don’t have a noise activated animatronic around, do you?” “A- what?” “Hm. Too bad. Talk to you later!” “Wait-“ But before he could say anything else, the connection was cut, and his camera system was blinking up red. ‘Catch a fish!’ the title said, his head becoming dizzy as he watched the little red thing move from one side to the other. Wait, that wasn’t just- the noise and the flashing, the air was getting harder and harder to breathe! … smells like brimstone. He managed to catch the fish, albeit just barely, then opened the camera feed, where a warning sign was blinking. The camera itself was completely covered by another phantomlike animatronic, the Mangle this time. Shortly he blinked at it, shaking his head, then clicking the button that said ‘RESET VENTILATION’. A gust of fresh air instantly blew through the location, allowing him to finally breathe again properly. The fan itself seemed useless- he deactivated it. Having climbed back up, Helpy was back on the shelf, looking at him happily. “Are you having fun?” For a moment Henry looked at him, shining away the Freddy once more. “… no.” Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted Balloon Boy, staring at him with his terrible grin. Instantly he hit the button to shut the door, a dull thud coming from it right away. At least that one gave him a hint of satisfaction, pleased with the mental image that the obnoxious plastic abomination ran face-first into the metal wall. “But you look like you have fun!” Helpy reached behind him, before Henry shoved him over again, still not interested in what he was hiding. “You are TERRIBLE at reading emotions then. A useless AI.” Pouting Helpy sat beside the shelf, not answering this time around. Looking around, Henry got comfortable in his chair, slowly growing… a little bit hot. Huh. Seemed like the fan wasn’t entirely useless after all. Maybe it kept the heat from the hell around them away. … what an image… a Freddy’s in the middle of a fire-y pit. He hoped it wasn’t the case. That would make getting out a lot more complicated. “Is this all I have to deal with?” Henry asked Phantom Freddy, who chose not to answer, but only smile grimly. “… I can live with that.” Leaning back, he quickly flipped up the screen once more resetting the ventilation and shutting the vent to the side one more time for good measure. Again, a bonk. Hopefully Balloon Boy. He relaxed. A routine would form easily. Shine your light, reset the vent, keep the generator going, close the side vent for a while. At least for now the place seemed empty- Suddenly something DROPPED from the ceiling. Lights flashed a heap of shadow-y humanoid figures entered with what sounded like cameras, flashing and shining, making Henry’s head spin. On the top of his table stood Funtime Chica posing elegantly. “Don’t get distracted~!” She spun around showing herself off, then blew a kiss down at him. Then she turned to Helpy. “Helpy!!! Why didn’t you tell me our guest was already here!!!” She whined, upset. Her paparazzi had vanished again, she however stuck around. “My first impression was TERRIBLE! Because of YOU!” “I’m sorry Miss Funtime Chica!” Helpy didn’t seem bothered by the accusation. “He was just suddenly here!” “Aw- well- at least he’s a total cutie!” “Why thank you.” Henry rose an eyebrow, but tried to continue focusing on the plastic children trying to enter the office, as well as the Phantom trying to materialize behind her. “I appreciate the compliments, especially from someone who seems to have an eye for it.” “Oooooh, look at him~ so adorable~ I wanna pinch his cheeks!” Sitting down on the desk, the bird smiled widely, watching him. “How’s the night going~?” “Rather fast. I think I have a grip on it though.” “Hm? Are you sure~?” Before Henry could answer his tablet acted up. For a few seconds he saw the little 8-bit fishing game- but before he could catch it, the screen changed showing an add. “COME TO EL CHIP’S FIESTA BUFFET, WE HAVE-“ Instantly clicking on skip, Henry managed to get another glimpse at the game- And then it was gone, a red GAME OVER stuck on his screen. His breath was getting shorter as the smell of brimstone slowly started filling the room again, the red alarms blinking, but the screen constantly flashing error when he tried to access it. More and more his head hurt, the room seemed to become darker and darker- was this smoke?! Was smoke entering the room? Would he be poisoned by the gasses!? Desperately he rattled the screen, while Chica only giggled and left, Helpy watching intensely from the shelf. “You know, if you just wait a few minutes, it’s gonna-“ Frustrated Henry shoved him down once more, his mouth filling with a disgusting taste as the room began spinning- It all come together, once Freddy formed, the Balloon Boy loomed in the vent, a second after, the telephone was ringing- Suddenly the screen flashed back up and he instantly grabbed it, trying to get his bearing as he hit the button to reset, being stuck for a second too long on the grinning grimaces of both a phantom Balloon Boy and Mangle- the latter of which suddenly crawled out of the screen and while he managed to hit the button, his office had descended into chaos. Helpy was holding a horn, the phantom Freddy had almost formed, the phantom Mangle was slowly extending its neck towards him, screaming and gargling in insane glee and to top if all off, the screen flashed red AGAIN, forcing him to focus on that instead of the other two things- Balloon Boy was snickering as he tried to make his way inside, Henry barely being able to shut the vent on him before discovering the stupid crate from the start looking at him from under the table. “Uh- hello? Hello, Hello?” “Scott. Bad timing.” “That is my job!” Cheerfully the Phone Guy said. “To be as much of a nuisance to you as possible. Uh- glad to hear the high praise. How are you? Bad? Good. Uh- anyways, I will now read to you the company greeting, but only the imperfect, first draft so you feel bad about what bullshit you wrote!” “I can crush this phone.” “No, uh- you actually can’t! The afterlife is neat, huh?” “I can mute you.” “If you are fast enough. Which you obviously weren’t. You really grew old, uh- up there…” “MY REFLEXES ARE GREAT AS EVER.” “If it were the case you wouldn’t, uh- y’know. Fighting with me over this.” “I am not fighting with you, I am merely correcting you. As I always did while we were alive.” Stopping the petty crap, seeing as he wasn’t even sure if this WAS actually the real Scott, he turned his attention to more important things. “What is this place? Who made it?!” “Uh- Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person-“ Instantly Henry tuned out. “Good riddance, Scotty.” He mumbled to himself, taking solace in the memory that no matter what, this obnoxious Phone-head had been dead for much longer than he himself. While the words kept going in the background, he kept working, pausing as a bright green mechanical parrot flew through his office. But- it didn’t really do anything, so he decided to ignore it for now. A good amount of time passed with his voice in the background, until it was abruptly cut off- seemingly by the ad for El Chip’s. Once that was skipped, the office was quiet, aside from the fan. Finally! The silence lingered. For a second Henry felt a bit lonely. Not even the little bear was there anymore. There was enough to do though, as the air kept needing to be reseted, Freddy kept popping up, the parrot came through once more, the minigame, the annoying balloon children wanted in- At last… … it was five AM. One last time the call sounded. Henry allowed it to come through, despite eyeing the ‘mute call’ button. “Hello? Hello, hello!?” It sounded on the other side. “Hey! You’re doing GREAT. I, uh- didn’t expect you to last this long! I mean-“ He broke off. “Y’know. Usually I expected you to move on to other things by now… disappearing into the void like you should, seeing as there’s no out.” “I will not disappear.” “Huh. Guess I owe the person who made this place an apology. I was wrong-“ “Who?! Who was it?! Who are you TALKING about?!” But before anything could be said, the bell chimed. Six AM His screen changed once more, a high-score board showing, then loud music started blasting from the speakers, hyper and fast paced, the numbers blinking and colorful, rapidly climbing higher and higher as fireworks were set up on the screen and around Henry, raining down confetti as they exploded- GREAT JOB! FANTASTIC! The fireworks stopped and the jingle ended with a congratulatory little up and down. Then the office was dark. Slowly he stood up, leaving to the outside, checking for danger- “Hey! You won. Here, take this for your trouble.” Suddenly ANOTHER Freddy was there, a golden star on his chest- he dropped a battery into Henry’s hands that he had grabbed, then he walked off. “Wait- wait a moment! I need an explanation! I need-“ The bear was gone. After a while of searching around the place and not finding an exit, Henry finally sighed and made his way back into the saferoom- or employees only lounge, or- whatever. Inside it was just like before. Safe. Except this time the TV was on. And there was a Fredbear suit on the sofa. How? Who knew. Why? Hopefully not to kill him. Slowly he moved next to it, inspecting it. At this moment it seemed completely lifeless, yet somehow he felt watched. “Am I… interrupting…?” No reaction. Walking past the suit, he put away the battery. Still no reaction, but he could swear the creature was looking at him. Unsure he approached it once more, sitting down besides him. “… looking at… fuzzystatic. I see. I think I will… join.” Suddenly, a loud noise of came from the tv, then it flashed. INTERMISSION. A little bit later, Henry was done watching a samurai Freddy fighting an ULTRA edgy Foxy, he put his face into his hands. “… send me back out. Please. I actually prefer it.”

[gamergirl929]

Sister Showdown (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Hello you could do a one shot of Becky X F reader, where the reader helps Becky in the invasion against Raw’s women - the reader is Ronda’s sister, and was dating Becky in secret. Moreover the reader is tired of always being in the shadow of his sister. Then challenge her (Ronda) to a match in which she wins the title of Raw and announces her relationship with Becky.

T.W.: Mentions of blood.

You remain hidden with the remainder of the Smackdown Women’s Division, watching Becky Lynch, your girlfriend, on the Titantron, the Dis-Arm-Her locked in on the Raw Women’s Champion and your sister, Ronda Rousey.  

Eventually, Becky makes her way out into the arena, her music blaring as she shouts insults at the Raw Women’s Roster from the ramp, it’s then you and your teammates strike.  

You’re in the ring in seconds, attacking anyone within arm’s length, Nia Jax, Tamina, Mickie James, Liv Morgan, Sarah Logan, Ruby Riott, whoever comes within distance gets a hit courtesy of yours truly.  

You let out a feral snarl when you see that Becky’s been busted open, blood pouring down her face at an alarming rate.  

The remainder of the Raw Women’s locker room pours out into the ring, Alicia Foxx, Dana Brooke and Bayley from what you can see, though the melee around you makes it hard to focus on everything going on.  

Ronda’s music hits and your eyes widen as you turn towards the ramp, body rigid as your sister runs down to the ring and slips inside, stopping when she comes face to face with you.  

“What the hell are you doing!?” She yells, though you remain silent, only staring back into her eyes, the same gray eyes you share.  

You’re moved out of the way when Becky comes barreling though, leaping onto Ronda, fists wildly flying.  

Eventually, the Raw Women’s Division is plowed through, courtesy of the Smackdown Women’s Division.  

Becky slips into the ring, chair in hand, but instead of using it herself, she smirks, holding the chair out to you.  

The WWE Universe screams loudly as your eyes lock with your favorite pair of dark brown orbs.  

You take the chair and the crowd erupts when you smack the chair into your sister, sending her sprawling.  

She looks up at you in disbelief, her eyes wide, but all you feel coursing through your veins is rage. You slam the chair into her again, and again until Becky and the rest of the Smackdown Women’s Division makes their exit.  

You slip out of the ring and rush towards the time keeper’s area, searching and finding a microphone.  

You bring it to your lips, snarling as you stare into the ring where your sister is trying her hardest to get to her feet.  

“I’m done living in your shadow.” You growl before throwing the microphone and heading into the audience, joining Becky at the top of the stairs that overlooks the arena.  

Blood is still pouring down her face as the two of you hold your arms up, Becky grinning where as you are glaring in the ring angrily at Ronda who is wearing a similar expression on her face.  

Becky glances at you and you nod before the two of you make your exit, following the rest of your teammates.  

Immediately when you’re out of sight of the camera’s you without any hesitation begin fussing over Becky, cupping her face as you scan her injuries.  

“Shit, are you alright?” Charlotte says as she approaches the two of you.  

“Come on let’s get you checked out.” You urge with a frown as you lead Becky through the arena towards the trainer’s room.  

                                                         ***

“I know you’re back there Y/N Rousey! Come down to this ring now!” Ronda screams into the microphone and you take a deep breath as you glance at Becky who’s standing beside you.  

“Ya don’t ave ta go out der.” Becky says, her accent thick and you shake your head.  

“I don’t have to, I need to.” Your eyes lock and Becky nods.  

“I’ll be back ere if ya need me, if she does anything funny...” She starts with a snarl and you smile.  

“You aren’t cleared to compete. I can deal with Ronda.” You say as you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to Becky’s lips before you turn and march through the backstage area.  

“GET OUT HERE Y/N!” Ronda screams, seconds later your music hits and you step out of the curtain, head held high as you move down the ramp, the WWE Universe cheering loudly as you slip into the ring.  

Boldly, you walk up to your sister and jerk the microphone out of her hand.  

The crowd ooo’s loudly and cheers as Ronda stares at you with wide eyes.  

“Don’t look at me like you’re so surprised.” You snark, the crowd cheering as Ronda looks at you, her confusion turning into a scowl.  

Ronda is handed another microphone and she shales her head.  

“Why did you do this? Why would you turn on me!? With Becky Lynch of all people!?” She shouts and you scoff.  

“At least Becky didn’t shove me aside on her way to become WWE Raw Women’s Champion.” You growl out. “At least she didn’t turn her back on me, at least she didn’t make me her shadow!” You shout, your sister’s eyes widening.  

“I never meant to make you my sha-  

You shake your head, holding your hand up.  

“Save it, you won’t eclipse me anymore. Becky Lynch may not be able to compete, BUT I CAN.” You scream and the WWE Universe screams, jumping to their feet.  

You step up into Ronda’s face, the two of you nose to nose.  

“You! Me! The Raw Women’s Championship! TONIGHT.” You scream and the stadium explodes while backstage the rest of the women’s division is watching the scene unfold with wide eyes, Becky’s eyes being the widest.  

Ronda’s eyes are cold as they lock with your own.  

“I accept.” She growls, throwing the microphone down and you grin cockily, taking a step back from Ronda.  

“Keep that title warm for me.” You wink, dropping the microphone before slipping out of the ring and head up the ramp.  

When you get up to the top of the ramp you grin, doing much like Ronda did when she came down the ramp at the Royal Rumble, though instead of pointing at the Wrestlemania sign, you point at her.  

Ronda glares up the ramp, holding the Raw title above her head and you smirk, your hands moving back and forth in front of your waist, stating that the title was about to be yours.  

You slip through the curtain, only to immediately be approached by Renee Young, cameraman on her heels and microphone in hand.  

“Y/N, your sister Ronda Rousey just agreed to a match tonight for the Raw Women’s Championship, what caused this recent tension between the two of you?” Renee asks and you sigh.  

“Ronda has always done everything she could to keep me out of the spotlight, I’ve always been in her shadow, let’s see how she likes it when she’s in mine.”  

And with that you walk away, searching the backstage area to find your girlfriend.  

Suddenly, you’re pulled into a nearby room by none other than your girlfriend, Becky Lynch, who’s staring at you, brown orbs wide.  

“Yer going for da title now!?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I mean, what better way to take a shot at her ego.” You smirk and Becky shakes her head.  

“I don’t like it Y/N... I don’t want her hurting ya.” She frowns.  

You take a step towards her before gently cupping her cheeks.  

“I won’t get hurt.” You whisper as you lean in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.  

Becky’s hands tangle in the hair at the base of your neck and you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“Promise me Y/N, if ya think things are lookin’ bad, you’ll let me know.” Becky whispers against your lips and you nod.  

“I will, I know you and Ronda will eventually meet in the ring, but this is my fight.” You whisper and Becky nods, her lips pressing against your own again.  

Becky gently guides you backwards, her lips never leaving yours.  

You let out a groan when Becky’s tongue pushes passed your lips before swiping against your own.  

“Damn...” You sigh as you pull her closer, your tongue flicking at and teasing one another.  

You let out a hum as you pull back, Becky looking at you with dilated pupils, dark irises and a seductive smirk.  

“Maybe after yer match we could...” Becky shrugs suggestively and you roll your eyes as you playfully smack her chest.  

“You need to get better first.” You smile only for Becky to roll her eyes.  

“My fingers are just fine.” She winks and you can’t help but blush.  

“Shut up.” You grumble, earning a laugh from the Smackdown Women’s Champion.  

Becky takes a deep breath, her eyes locking with your own.  

“Are ya sure ya want ta do this?” She asks and you almost immediately nod.  

“I have to. I have to show everyone I’m not just Ronda’s sister.” You frown and Becky shakes her head.  

“Yer already more than dat, you’re Y/N... And I love ya.” Becky smiles and you beam as you lean in for a kiss.  

The kisses stay feather light and sweet, conveying each and everything you feel for one another.  

The two of you eventually part before Becky nods.  

“What do ya say we get ready for yer match?”  

                                                         ***

You bounce on your heels as the cheering crowd in the stadium waits for you beyond the curtain, waits for you to make your way down the ring for your match with your sister, Ronda Rousey.  

Your music fills the stadium and the crowd goes wild, cheering as you turn to Becky, who gives you a singular nod.  

Passing through the curtain and stepping into the stadium is a surreal feeling the crowd chanting your name as you march down the ramp.  

The second you’re in the ring you begin showboating, motioning to your waist where in your mind, the title will rest after this fight.  

Ronda’s music hits and you turn, your arms crossed across your chest as you stare up the ramp.  

Ronda comes out, her red and white usual gear on as she makes her way down the ramp, angry, but you can see hesitant, which she isn’t with her other opponents.  

In the ring, she does a little showboating as well, her eyes not leaving you as she hands the title to the ref.  

Before the ref can hold the title high, Becky’s music fills the stadium and you smirk, Ronda turning around with wide eyes to stare up the ramp at your girlfriend.  

Becky makes her way down to the ring, grabbing a chair and taking a seat, her brown orbs locked on you.  

You give her a nod before turning to Ronda, your face as hard as steel, your eyes piercing through Ronda’s.  

The ref looks at the two of you before hoisting the title in the air, the fans screaming as he passes it to someone and motions for the time keeper to ring the bell.  

The ding of the bell makes your heart race, you’d had what you wanted all along you had a match with your sister, THE Ronda Rousey.  

The two of you stand stock still, your eyes locking as you stare one another down.  

You begin circling one another, anger coursing through you as you and your sister inches closer to one another.  

Becky outside of the ring is watching the match intently, watching as you two lock hands and eventually Ronda gets you in a headlock.  

Becky is on the inch of her seat as you perform a reversal, driving your sister down into the mat and raining punches down on her.  

Becky can’t help but smirk proudly as the ref has to pull you off of the downed woman.  

You do a bit of cocky showboating as your sister moves to her feet and rushes you, getting you outside of the ring.  

From then on out Ronda has the upper hand, striking your torso, your face, anywhere she can get her hands on.  

Eventually the roles are reversed and you’re the one hitting shot after shot, until you see an opening and you take it.  

Becky jumps out of her seat as you climb up to the top rope and do a cross body, rolling through and lifting your sister into the air.  

The WWE Universe is on their feet, all chanting as you suplex THE Ronda Rousey over your head, before using your remaining strength to fall onto the mat and pull her arm between your legs, holding at an angle that has to be painful.  

You let out an angry scream, pulling Ronda’s arm higher as you wrap your legs around her upper body, keeping her in place.  

The submission goes on for what feels like forever, you letting out what Becky deems as a battle cry as your sister screams in pain.  

Suddenly, the crowd is erupting in cheers, on their feet throwing their hands in the air shouting YES! YES! YES! Over and over again.  

It’s then you realize, that Ronda Rousey had tapped out.  

THE Ronda Rousey had tapped out, to her sister, to her own submission.  

Your music hits as you throw your arms in the air, the ref handing you the title.  

You look down at it, leaning your forehead against the large ‘W’ on its surface before you hold it high above your head.  

The crowd screams as Becky slips in the ring, meanwhile, Ronda rolls out of it, clutching her arm as she stares at you angrily.  

You turn to Becky, tears in your eyes as you told the title, YOUR title, high above your head.  

Becky cups your cheeks, beaming as she swipes the tears away with the pads of her thumbs.  

Suddenly, she surges forwards, her lips slamming into yours, the fans screaming their excitement, while on the outside of the ring, Ronda watches with wide, surprised yet thoughtful eyes.  

You’re kissing Becky Lynch, you’re kissing her in front of your sister, in front of the WWE Superstars, in front of the WWE Universe, and in front of the world.  

You kiss Becky just as feverishly, eventually pulling back from the woman who gives you a massive, beaming smile.  

You lean your forehead against hers, bumping your nose playfully against hers and earning a raspy chuckle from the woman.  

Becky grabs your hand and holds your arms up, pointing at you as you hold the title high above your head, and in that moment, you couldn’t be any happier.