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Chapter 2: The Search

[Previous Chapter]

"Fuck, shit, god dammit it!" I mutter as I toss another book behind me.

"What's up with you?" I hear Dustin ask and I pause to look at him.

"I can't find my lucky pencil. The one that's black with the black eraser." I explain before I open another drawer on my desk. "Mr. Pickles's test is today and I can't fail this one or else Mom will be pissed. That and I would have to take it again, and I don't want to do that."

He nods his head, walking towards me and reaching up. "It's right here Nerd." He pulls it from behind my ear and I groan. "I think you need glasses if you keep losing small things. How many fingers-"

"I can see just fine Dustin," I say before nudging his shoulder. "Thanks though. Would've torn my room up a lot more without this."

He glances around before snorting, causing me to roll my eyes. "Whatever, let's get moving before we're late."

He nods his head before he walks out of my room, and I sigh heavily before looking back at my bed. I snatch up my hat and put it on my head, pushing my pencil back behind my ear.

---

I frown as I notice Will's not with Lucas and Dustin, as he normally is.

"Will's not here? You don't think he's sick do you?" I pull up next to Mike and Lucas, Dustin right behind me.

Mike shook his head. "No, he's probably already at school. Like that one time after Mr. Gruskey did a surprise pop quiz, he would leave earlier to get ready for another one."

I sigh and nod my head. "Alright, you tell him that Dustin will give him his comic tomorrow. Cause someone forgot to bring it."

Dustin glares at me. "He only won because he cheated."

"And he won, but you both left me. So it's only fair he gets it, my words are god. Listen to me." I laugh before I pedal ahead of them. "Later ya nerds!"

"Later!" "He still cheated!"

I shake my head as I make my way to the bike stand at the High school, noticing Nancy walking towards the door.

"Nance!" I wave at her as I slowly stop at the bike stand. She waves back and leans to one side, waiting for me.

I kick the stand on my bike down, grabbing my bag from the basket before I jog to her. I smile as I join her side, and walk into the building with her.

"So, did he call?" Barb asked as she comes up from behind us.

Nancy's lips twitch as she tries to force the smile from crawling on her face.

"Ohh, Steve?" I ask as Nancy rolls her eyes.

"Keep your voice down." She smiles for a moment, before trying to relax.

"Did he?" Barb and I ask in unison, me walking backward in front of Nancy.

"I told you, it's not like that." She tries to explain and defend herself before she caves in slightly. "Okay, I mean, yes. He likes me, but not like that."

I look at Barb, who gives me a look, and I return it.

"Yeah, uh-huh. Sure, it's 'not like that' at all." I grin as I turn back around and lean against my locker, as Nancy starts opening hers.

She light-heartedly glares at me, before looking back at her locker. "We just, made out a couple times."

Me and Barb grin as we mock her. "We just, made out a couple times."

"Stop." Nancy smiles, opening her locker.

"Nance, seriously. You're gonna be so cool now, it's ridiculous." Barb says as I nod my head in agreement, opening my locker.

"She's right Nancy. You get with Harrington, you get the whole school watching like it's the most popular drama show in all of history. You might as well be dating a famous actor or something." I look at her past my locker door.

"No, I'm not. It's not like that." She says before Barb and I sigh.

"You better still hang out with me, that's all I'm saying."

"Hey, what about me? Are you saying I can't hang out with you? I think I deserved to be loved." I dramatically express, Barb and Nancy smiling at my antics.

"Of course, I'll still hang out with you Dare. Who else is going to help me with English homework."

I laugh. "Of course, the homework benefits are the only good thing about me. I see how it is."

Nancy's locker opened and she pauses, causing me to raise a brow at what caused her to silence.

"Oh ho ho, what's this." She picks it up, giving me a glare. "A note from lover boy? Your boyfriend slash, not a boyfriend?"

I grin as she opens it slowly, looking down at it. I lean over and laugh as she closes it quickly. "And we have a winner, Steve Harrington has the hots for you. And you know it."

"You were saying?" Barb grinned as she leaned against me, looking at Nancy whose cheeks resembled an apple.

---

"YN?" I look up from my test and see the principal looking in from the doorway.

I feel panic climb up my throat, glancing around the room as others start looking at me. The Principal looks at me and waves his hand in a come-forward motion. I look at the teacher for a moment, and Mr. Pickles nods his head.

I sigh and stand up from my chair, leaving my test on my desk. I lean down and grab my bag, swinging it over my shoulder before heading to the door. As I walk out of the room, I notice Hopper and Phil standing in the hall.

"Hop, Phil. What's going on?" I ask as I tighten my hand on the book bag strap.

They look at me and Hopper sighs, looking down at the ground.

"Whatever happened, I swear it wasn't me," I say quickly, and Hopper quickly shook his head.

"Will's gone missing. You and the other three were the last to see him. We were just wanting to get your side of the story." Hopper explained, finally looking me in the eyes.

My eyes widen and I inhale quickly. "What?"

I fight off the urge to panic and instead close my eyes for a moment. I breathe in deeply before opening my eyes and breathing out slowly.

"What do you need? What can I do?"

Hopper smiles tightly at me and nods his head towards the Principals office. I follow him silently, focusing on breathing, reaching my hand into my pocket. I pull out my inhaler, shaking it before using it. I can see Hopper look at me from the corner of his eyes, and I cough lightly. We turn the corner and I shove it back in my pocket, walking inside and sitting down on the chair they had.

Hop and Phil sit down in front of me, Phil takes out his notepad while Hopper leans forward in his chair.

"Just tell us where you last saw him, and anything that seems important," Hopper says gently, looking at me while nodding his head.

I mimic his nod and inhale slowly. "Yeah, okay. It was a normal night. We got out of our D&D campaign at 8 I think. Me, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were riding our bikes home. Lucas left first since his house was closer. I and Dustin followed Will until we got to our road. But Dustin and Will had raced ahead of me. I kinda got left behind, and when I did, Dustin was on our road. And I saw Will's light going further away before we left for our house."

Hopper nods his head. "Alright, and was there anything else? Anything at all?"

I frown, think back, and shrug. "Our lights kept flickering the closer we got to our road. I think Will's was too. But they didn't do it after we left Will. Other than that, nothing unusual."

Hopper nodded, while Phil scoffed lightly. "Thank you, Kid. Go back to class."

"Hop." He turns to me and I sigh. "Find him, he's great with directions. Rarely ever got lost, even in the woods."

He nods his head, puts his hat back on, and walked out of the room with Phil in tow.

---

I can feel my nerves buzzing beneath my skin. My leg bounced as I sat down at the table where we normally ate lunch. My fingers drummed against the table as I stare down at the book that lay open in front of me, but I wasn't reading it. I grabbed my pencil instead, flipping it between my fingers. I glanced around the lunchroom as more people poured in, waiting for Nancy to finally walk in.

"Hey-"

"Shit Biscuits!" I yell as a hand touches my shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa it's just me," Eddie said as he raised his hands in surrender, his brows furrowing as he looked at me in worry. "Are you alright?"

I sigh, turning back to the table as I put my face in my hands. "No, I'm not."

The air gets warmer as I feel him sit down next to me, his bag hitting the ground with a thump. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Did you lose the campaign or something?" He asks with a teasing smile.

I roll my eyes with a small smile twitching onto my lips. "Yeah, we did, actually. But that's not it." I sigh, turning to him. "One of my friends, my little brother's friend, he's gone missing."

Eddie's eyes widen. "Oh, shit. I had heard talks about you talking to the chief and shit, but I didn't think it would be about that."

Turning to him with a frown on my face, "What did you think I'd be talking to them about?"

He shrugs, looking ahead in thought. "I don't know actually. Maybe about a crime you had done." He laughs and turns to me. "Maybe you're a secret criminal and they had finally caught you."

I scoff a laugh and shake my head. "No, my criminal days are over. Hop caught me too many times."

His right brow raises as he laughs. "Sure, sure. Say that to the fork you took from me yesterday."

I cackel while throwing my head back, my arms crossing around my stomach. I can hear Eddie laugh with me, and I lean forward, wiping my cheeks with my hands.

"Ugh, that was a good one. I'll give you that." I smile as I turn to him again.

"Well thank you, m'lady." He gives me a mock bow, before crossing his arms on the table. "But I'm sure the kid will be fine."

I feel my stomach knot up again, I sigh and nod. "Yeah, he's a good kid." I look away from him, down at the book in front of me. "He's like a little brother to me, ya know? I mean, they all are. I have my little brother, but we all just hang out almost all the time. We're practically family."

"I get that, sorta. I don't have anything like that, but I understand that." He murmurs as I look back at him.

"Yeah." I nod, sighing as I stretch. "Did you need something? Or did you just come over cause I was jittery?"

He smiles and shrugs. "A little bit of both, but it looked like you needed some company. And I wanted to give you, this." He reached into his denim jacket, pulling out a cassette.

I chuckle as I realize that it was Def Leppard, the cassette he had been listening to the first time we met. "Letting me borrow it now?"

He nods, before standing up. "Yeah, figured I should give it to you now before I end up forgetting about it. You can keep it until you're ready to give it back."

I grin as I look up at him, tapping my finger against it lightly. "And if I don't feel like returning it?"

He tsks as he grabs his bag from the floor. "Then I guess I lose a cassette." He nods his head with a smile on his face. "I'll talk to you later, so tell me what you think."

He walks backward slowly, "I will. Have a good night Eddie." I say and he nods before turning around.

"You too YN." And then he walks out of the cafeteria.

Sighing, I look down at the cassette before smiling and putting it in the back of my bag, in the only pocket I don't use.

---

"No, Dustin! You aren't going out, that's final!" I hear Mom yell from the living room.

I sigh heavily, I turn up the stereo while listening to the cassette. And so far, Photograph was my favorite song. The sound of a door slamming, the vibration shaking my door. Turning around, I lie down on my bed, my arms underneath my head. My mind wanders to Will, and how he had gone missing. My thoughts shifted to the game, how we had lost.

The songs played on until it stopped, and the album ends. I sat up, reaching toward the stereo before frowning at the strange static sound. I pause, listen to the strange buzzing sound, and stand up. I exhale softly, walking across my room before realizing it got quieter. I walk back to my bed, leaning towards the stereo, but pull back. It wasn't coming from that.

I hear the sound a little louder as I kneel down, and my eyes widen as I remember. Dustin's supercomm!

Scrambling, I reach under my bed and pull it out. I twist the volume up and extend the antenna. I grin as I hear Lucas and Mike talking more clearly.

"Meet me in 10. Over and out." I hear Lucas say before the radio goes silent.

I frown in confusion, having missed the whole conversation, but then it clicks. My eyes widen and I curse and trip up as I run to my door. I fling it open and quickly open Dustin's door, muttering a curse as I realize he left.

Closing his door, I go into my room and grab my messenger bag. I dump all the papers and books from school out and throw the supercomm into the bag. Opening my closet I push past my clothes looking down at one of the many combination boxes that Dad and I had hidden across the house. Inhaling deeply, I slowly put in his birthday, opening it. I grab the flashlight, ignoring the bullets, and the gun that he had put in each box. I sigh as I see a picture sticking out of the bottom, past the box of bullets.

I reach past the box and pull the photo out, smiling at dad's face. His hazel eyes crinkled as he smiled at the camera, a baby Dustin in his arms. His dark blond hair was messy from Dustin's grabby hands, but Dad's face was happy. He always was, normally.

Shaking my head, I put his picture back down, before seeing his dog tags. I had worn them before he died, and I took them off after he had passed. I pull them out, looking at the words pressed into them.

Henderson. Richard G.

1224 46 7890

B Pos

Christan

The same thing was written on both of the tags, and I run my fingers over the letters.

My eyes widen as I realize I was taking too long. I slam the box shut clicking the lock shut and twisting the numbers up. I push it back to the back of the closet and move my clothes to their original spot. I throw the flashlight into the bag before I look at the blanket that was handed on the back of my chair. Sighing, I throw it into the bag as well and swing the bag over my shoulder.

Opening my window, I step out onto the grass, tumbling slightly as I hit the back of my head on the window. "Shit, ow." I hiss, rubbing the back of my head. I take one more glance at my room, before checking my pocket, sighing when I feel my inhaler in it. Walking to my bike, I put the dog tags around my neck, and pick up my bike.

"Just wait for me Dustin, I'm gonna kick your ass for this," I mutter as I push off.

---

YN wheezed as she dropped her bike next to the three other bikes, her hood pulled up as the rain fell heavily. She wiped her face with her hand, blinking as she reached into her bag with her other hand. Her light clicked on as she pressed the switch, and walked into the forest.

"Mike? Dustin? Lucas? WILL?" She yelled over the rain, blinking and pulling her cap down more to help block the rain.

"WILL!" She yelled a little louder, knowing that he was the reason they were out in the first place.

The further she got into the woods the less she felt safe.

"MIKE!" Turning to the left as she sees a distant light flicker behind the trees.

Her feet push through the already muddy ground, her converse soaked from the ride to the woods. She looked at the ground as she stepped over a fallen log, walking around the trees to find the three boys. And hopefully the fourth boy.

"DUSTIN!"

"Oh shit-"

She heard him say a little further ahead of her, finally seeing them in view.

"Yeah oh shit! You didn't tell me you were doing this! You're supposed to tell me this shit!" She yelled as she approached the boys.

"How did you find us?" Mike asked, confusion evident on his face.

"I took his old supercomm and now it's mine. And no you're not getting it back." She glared at Dustin, who looked at her in shock.

"You took my supercomm!"

"Yes, but you're supposed to tell me before you do stupid shit like this! I know he's missing but we can't lose anyone else right now, so you bring me with you!"

Lucas shook his head. "You would've told our parents! They-"

Dare looked at him offended. "I'm one of you ya nerds! We literally play D&D together! I'm not Nancy, and you all should know that by now! Why would I tell anyone anything?"

They stay silent before Dustin nods. "She's right."

"Not to mention that I can kick ass-"

"You have asthma, you can't kick ass," Mike says.

"I can kick ass, I just can't run." Dare points her finger at him with a glare. "And I don't think you want me to kick your ass."

Before they could say anything, the sound of a branch snapping near them causes them to freeze.

"What was that?" Mike asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know," Dare muttered, taking a step in front of them, and raising her flashlight.

And then she paused as a girl was at the other end of the light.

---

"All of you shut it!" I hiss at them, glaring at them as I rub the towel through my wet hair. "I don't care if you're freaking out Lucas, she's the same damn age as you all. And if you have a problem, you can leave."

Lucas turns to me, in disbelief. "You're taking his side?"

My eyes narrow, and I step forward. "Look, tell me something. If you were scared, alone, cold, and somewhere you didn't know, would you be talkative? Would you be smiling and sunshine and daisies?" He sputters to reply, but I interrupt him. "No, you wouldn't be. Now, please shut up, all of you."

I glance over at the girl, whose head was shaved and clothes were soaked. And I had to agree, it looked like blood was on her shirt.

"Mike, go get her clothes," I say softly, sighing as I kneel in front of her. Her eyes flickered between me and the boys.

"Hi," I give her a small smile. "My name's YN, but you can call me Dare, can you tell me your name?" I ask her gently.

Mike comes back, thunder rumbling outside, and she flinches. He hands her the clothes, and I frown as she rubs them against her cheek. I stand up and shake my head as I feel some water in my ear. My eyes widen as she stands up, her hands going to the bottom of her large shirt.

"No no no no no!" I grab her wrist, the boy's quickly panicking and turn around.

I sigh and pull her towards the bathroom. "Come on, you can change in here."

She follows me, glancing at the three before walking into the bathroom. I nod my head and try to close the door, but her hand stops it. I frown before looking back at her.

"You don't want it closed?"

"No."

My brows raise as she speaks, and I smile and nod my head. "Right. Got it. Then, let's keep it here then." I close it so that there is a small sliver left open.

"Better?" I ask.

"Yes."

I nod my head before turning around and looking at the boys. I walk over and listen to the conversation happening.

"Lucas, get the stick out of your ass. I get that you're suspicious, but you're being a dick." I say as I cross my arms.

They turn to me. "But you saw her Dare! She literally tried to get naked!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Yeah! She's probably crazy!"

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Maybe, maybe not. But we won't know that until we get to know her. And we don't know what she's been through, she could be traumatized! She could be hurt! We can't just turn a fucking kid away just because we don't know them." I explain as I glance back at the door, before looking at them.

"We were out there looking for Will. Not another problem." Lucas states as he turns to Mike.

"Yeah, we should tell your Mom," Dustin says looking at Mike.

"Are you guys insane, or just stupid?" I ask as I groan. "You weren't supposed to be out tonight, and if you guys tell her. She'll tell your parents, and then you're screwed!"

They fall silent, their faces falling in realization.

"Here's the plan, she sleeps here tonight." Mike starts.

"You're letting a girl-"

"Just listen! In the morning she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door, and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and she'll know exactly what to do. And then we'll be in the clear!" Mike plans out, and I nod along.

"Seems good enough. Less chance of problems arising." I mutter.

Mike nods his head. "And then we go back out tomorrow night, and we find Will."

"And no leaving me out this time, I'm not kidding," I say as I look at the three of them.

"Alright, you can join us-"

"Oh gee, thanks for the permission. I didn't know that you were Mom." I say as I give Dustin a grin.

---

"Head out Dusty, I'll join you in a minute. Stay on the porch, if you aren't there I'm killing ya." I say as I shove his hat back on his head.

"Yeah yeah."

I chuckle as he walks up the stairs, and I turn back to the girl and Mike. He handed her the sleeping bag and I walked back over.

"We never got your name ya know." She looks back up at me and slowly looks down, rolling her sleeve up.

011.

My eyes widen at the tattoo on her skin, almost like a branding-type thing that was in those books. With pirates and stuff.

"Whoa, is that real?" Mike asks, reaching his hand out to touch it.

She pulls back instantly, and I sigh as Mike pulls back.

"Sorry, I've never seen a kid with a tattoo before."

"What's it mean, Eleven?" I question.

She looks up at me before she points her finger at herself.

"That's your name?"

She nods her head looking down at the cuffs of the sweatshirt. I sigh as I kneel down, sharing a look with Mike.

"Well, how about we call you El for short?" Mike asks, before looking at me. "Like how we call you Dare, and how I'm Mike."

She stares at us and I sigh again. "Alright, El. I'll see you later. I gotta get back home before it gets too late. But I'll visit before it's too late."

She stares at me and I smile lightly, standing up I pat Mike on the back. "Good night Mike, El."

"Night Dare."

"Night Dare." I hear El say and I smile as I walk up the stairs.

---

"YN?" I hum and turn to Dustin who walked into my room.

"Yeah?"

He points at me. "What's that?"

I frown in confusion before looking down. "Oh shit, I forgot about that."

I pull the Dogtags off my neck, holding them instead. "I found Dad's dog tags. You want one?"

He frowns, before nodding with a smile on his face. I grin and roll off my bed, walking to my jewelry box, and pulling out a random chain. I unclasp the dog tags chain and pull one-off, handing him the one still on the chain.

"You can this one, the chain keeps tangling in my hair," I say, grinning as he excitedly puts it on, looking down at it.

"What's the G stand for?" He asks as he reads it.

I shrug. "I don't know, but we can ask Mom tomorrow in the morning."

Sliding the tag onto the new chain, I put it on, smiling.

"Thanks, for this. And for coming with us."

Snickering I reply, "You mean coming after you guys."

He grins nodding, to which I roll my eyes.

"Night Dusty."

"Night Dare."

---

I groan as I walk into school, my feet in pain from walking in the forest last night. I think a stick got into my shoe or something.

"It's Tuesday." I hear Nancy says around the corner.

"It's Tuesday. Oh my god." I hear Tommy laugh.

I raise my brow as I turn the corner to see Barb and Nancy, standing in front of Steve, Tommy, and Carol.

'Ugh, I fucking hate Carol.'

I cross my arms as I lean back against the wall, watching them.

"It'll be just us, no one else. Are you in or not?" Steve says.

Before Nancy could say anything, Carol said, "Oh, God. Look."

I look around my corner, noticing Jonathan Byers pinning something to the bulletin board.

"Oh, God. That's depressing." Steve says, and I look back at them.

Nancy makes eye contact with me and I sigh and roll my eyes. I turn the corner and walk toward Jonathan, and he looks up when I stop next to him.

"Hey." He says, nodding his head.

I nod back, leaning against the wall. I look at the paper he was pinning up, and I feel my lungs constrict at the picture of Will.

"I'm sorry dude," I mutter, looking back at him. "I wish I had biked him home that night."

He shakes his head, looking down at his hands. "if you had, it might have been Dustin. Besides I should have been home-"

"Hey."

We turn, Nancy by my side now. She looks at me before looking back at Jonathan.

"I just. wanted to say, I'm sorry. About everything, you know." She says uncertainly, hesitant. And he glances past her, at Steve and his group. And Barb.

"Everyone's thinking about you." Nancy gives him a small smile, looking at the picture for a moment.

He again doesn't reply, looking down before back at her.

"It sucks." Me and Nancy say, looking at each other quickly.

"Yeah."

I scoff, and he looks at me.

"Sorry, you just kept silent for a while," I mutter, and his mouth twitches up slightly.

Nancy looks at me before turning back to him. "I'm sure he's fine. He's a smart kid."

After that, the bell rang, and I groan, tapping my head against the wall.

"I have to go. Chemistry test." She smiles, pulling at my arm.

"Yeah." He repeats.

"Why are you pulling me? I don't have chemistry-"

"Good luck!" She says to him before turning around and pulling me with her.

"Ow, Nance! Put away the claws!" I hiss as I feel her nails digging in.

"Sorry." She whispers letting go of me, and I rub my arm.

I glare at Carol and Tommy, flipping them off mentally as we pass them.

"Wait, Nance!"

Fucking Steve.

"No can do Steve. This little Lady has a test. No distractions. Talk later!" I say as I pull her along, away from Steve and his two stupid friends.

---

I tap my pencil against my desk. My eyes dart at the clock before I sigh.

"YN?"

I look at the teacher, who raises her brow at me.

"Yeah?" I ask, clearing my throat and sitting up slightly

"Are you with us?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Inhaling deeply, I look down at my desk, before looking at her.

"No. I'm not. I'm not feeling good." I state, looking back at her, before sighing and grabbing my bag.

"YN-"

"I'm going to the nurse's office." I quickly stand, spreading out of the room.

The door bangs open as I walk out, my head down as I speed down the hall. I jog down the hall, turning the corner before stopping and breathing deeply. I lean against the wall, closing my eyes. I slide down the wall, putting my hands on my eyes. Trying to calm down my racing heart.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see you out here by yourself Henderson."

I groan internally as Steve walks down the hall, stopping next to me.

"What do you want?" I don't even look up at him, keeping my eyes closed. Focusing on breathing.

"No need for the hostility." He laughs and I look at him.

His laughter trails off as he nods his head. "Look, I just wanted to-"

"If you're wanting to apologize, don't. You did nothing wrong." I interrupt and he looks at me stunned.

"What, how-"

"I'm just awesome Harrington." I smile thinly, standing up. "Anything else?"

He pauses for a moment and nods. "Why are you so, hostile towards me? Like we've never spoken-"

I roll my eyes. "Because of your shitty friends Harrington. Besides, I don't enjoy new people often. But, if you treat Nancy right," I say glaring at him. "I guess I can drop the hostility. But we won't be besties, capeesh?"

He huffs and nods with a smile. "Seems fair enough."

Humming I nod, turning around to walk to the Nurse's office. "Yeah Yeah, later Harrington."

---

I stare at the boys in confusion, as they explain the earlier events to me.

"She shut the door. With her mind." They nod in confirmation, and I squint at them. "Are you guys high?"

"What!" "No!"

"We aren't lying, we promise," Mike says as he turns to me.

I gaze at him before turning to Eleven, who looked up at me. I sighed and walked over to her, kneeling in front of her.

"Is that true El? You closed the door with your mind?" I ask softly.

She slowly nods her head. "Yes." She softly whispers.

Rubbing my hand on my forehead, I groan as I wrap my head around everything. My head starts feeling lighter, and I cough as I back away from her. I reach into my pocket, pulling out my inhaler.

"And she said she's in danger. Danger danger." Mike repeated and I inhaled, looking at him.

"One thing at a time Mike-"

"Guys! Time for dinner." I hear Mrs. Wheeler yell up the stairs.

I use my inhaler again and clear my throat. I look back at them, with them looking at me with wide eyes. Wondering if I believed them.

"Alright. I believe you. But that doesn't help with the fact that Will's missing." I look between them.

"But she knows about Will-"

I look over at Mike in confusion, before Nancy calls my name.

"We'll talk later." I point at them, glancing at El briefly before heading out of the room.

Walking downstairs, Mrs. Wheeler smiles when she sees me, as does Nancy. I smile thinly as I sit down next to Nancy. The food, the meatloaf, looked good. But I didn't feel good or feel like eating. Nancy cast me a worried glance, leaning towards me.

"Steve told me about what happened. You were sick in the hall?" She whispered to me, and I looked at her from the corner of my eye.

"No, I had an asthma attack. Forgot to bring my inhaler, and I didn't make it to the Nurse in time." Nancy's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth before I cut her off. "No, I'm fine! I just couldn't breathe for a few moments. I got through it. I'm fine Nance."

Mrs. Wheeler looked at me in concern. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Dustin asked as he walked downstairs with Lucas and Mike.

Sighing I shake my head. "Nothing happened-"

"Nothing happened?" Nancy loudly blurted out, looking at me with anger written on her face. "YN, you had an asthma attack and you didn't have your inhaler with you! You could have died!"

Mrs. Wheeler, Dustin, Mike- everyone except Mr. Wheeler and Holly were talking over each other at me. I waved my hands in reassurance. "I'm fine! I wouldn't have died. It was just a tiny one. Nothing major! Besides I was using the advice from the doctor and it helped Nance."

I turn to Dustin. "I'm fine, I promise."

He looks at me in worry, before sighing and nodding his head. Mrs. Wheeler gives me a look, the mother look, and I smile. "I promise, I'm alright."

Nancy glares at me before stabbing her meatloaf. "And you have your inhaler now, right?"

I roll my eyes taking a bite of my mashed potatoes. "Yes, Mom."

She turns to me and gives me the mom glare. "I keep telling you to bring it, and when you don't this happens."

Looking at her, I nod. "Alright fine. You're right. And I do have one on me, a full one."

She stares at me for a moment longer before exhaling and turning back to her food. "Well, I'm glad you're alright."

I huff and smirk at her. "Little asthma won't take me down."

Shaking her head she smiles, looking over at her mom.

"They're having a rally, at the school. For Will." She says, and I look over at her in confusion. "Everyone will be there. And Barb will drive me."

Mrs. Wheeler looked at her in confusion. "Why am I just now hearing about this?"

Nancy glanced over at me, then at Mike before looking back at her mom. "I thought you already knew about it."

Mrs. Wheeler shakes her head. "I already said I don't want you to be out at night until Will is found-"

"Come on Mrs. Wheeler." I grin at her. "It would be weird if we didn't go there. Besides, you've got your hands full with these dorks-"

"Hey!"

"I think it would be good for her to go out away from them," I state.

Nancy smiles at me, but her brows were furrowed in confusion. "You're coming with me. I'm not letting them take over your mind any more than they have."

My eyes widen, "What-"

"Fine, but be back by 10." Mrs. Wheeler sighed.

I nudge her foot with mine, giving her a confused look. She leans over. "Just go with it please."

Staring at her for a moment I sigh and nod. "Alright."

Mike coughs up his milk next to me, and I groan as I feel some of it hitting my shirt.

"Dude!" I exclaim as Dustin hits the table. "Milk doesn't wash out easily man!"

"Sorry, spasm." Dustin smiled, and I looked at him.

I had missed something.

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Barb honks the horn, and Nancy drags me out of the house. She immediately jumps into the passenger, and I sigh as I hop in the back.

"Why are you always shotgun?" I ask aloud, as I cross my arms in the back seat.

She turns to look over her shoulder with a grin. "Because you're too slow."

I sigh leaning my head back and looking out the back window.

"It's not like I wanted to come with you," I mutter.

"Ditto," Barbra replied, and I look at her in confusion.

Nancy gives her a look, and I gasp as I realize what was really happening.

"Really Nancy? You're dragging us to Steve's stupid ass party?"

Nancy shook her head.

"That's exactly what's going on." Barbra interrupts her.

Nancy sighs and looks at her. "It would be weird if I went by myself."

I snort. "Not really, if anything it would increase his chance of getting into your pants."

She gapes at me, before shaking her head rapidly. Barbra nods her head in agreement.

"No, no he isn't-"

"Oh look at the denial on this one," I say as I lean forward, putting my arms on the two seats.

Barbra laughs as Nancy groans and shakes her head a blush setting on her cheeks. I grin as she buries her face in her hands.

"And now she's embarrassed." Barbra points out, nudging Nancy with her finger.

I laugh as I pat her shoulder. "Don't worry Nancy, I'm sure Steve will like your new bra."

Barbra gasps as she turns to look at Nancy in shock.

"I am not- It is not a new bra!" She cries out, a smile on her face, as she turns to me.

I hum and nod, narrowing my eyes. "Mhmm sure, tell that to the receipt in your trash can."

"You went through my trash?" Her eyes went wide.

Barbra bursts out laughing and I lean forward more. "No, but maybe I should. Confirmed bra for special night-"

"I didn't buy it for him-"

Barbra and I gasp and I look at Barb. "You hear that Barbra, she didn't buy it for him." I mimic a posh accent.

She grins as she glances at me for a moment before focusing on the road. "Oh dear, but she bought a new bra." She played along.

"Guys-"

"A new bra, for a different suitor. Not for Steve! Oh, who is this mysterious man? Who has doth stolen our best friend's heart." I grin deviously. "And our friend's innocent mind."

Nancy groaned and shook her head as we slowly came to a stop.

"Are you both done?" She asks, turning to me mostly.

We share a glance and I sigh. "Fine."

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"You're fucking lucky that you didn't hit a fucking blood vessel or something," I say as I try my best to wrap her wounds.

She chuckles, before hissing as I tighten it around her thumb. I look down at it as I let go.

"I did a terrible job," I mutter.

She nods her head, squinting at me. "Yeah, you did."

I roll my eyes and nudge her arm. "Shut up, I'll get better. But we should probably leave, otherwise, Mrs. Wheeler might throw a fit."

Barbra scoffs. "Good luck trying to get her to leave."

I stare at her before sighing. "Alright, let's go."

We walk out of the bathroom, hearing the distant sounds of laughter. I glance at my hands, before realizing that I had left blood on my hands.

"Shit, I'm gonna wash this off, you go and try to see if you can steal her back," I tell Barb, who nods her head.

I disappear back into the bathroom, turning on the water. I cringe as the water starts turning pink as I scrub my hands of blood. I use the coconut hand soap, nodding my head at the alright smell. And I look around for a towel.

"Shit. They're rich but they only have one fucking hand towel?" I mutter before wiping my hands on the back of my jeans.

I walk back out of the bathroom, hands clean of blood. I glance around as I head to the front door.

"Hey, Nance?" I call out but don't get an answer.

I frown before heading to check the pool first. Not wanting to get scarred.

"Nancy? Barb?" I call out, as I walk out, but find nothing.

I look down at the board, noticing the small blood thumbprint. I frown heavily, wiping it away with my shoe before hearing a distant stick snapping. I look towards the woods, squinting in the darkness.

I glance back at the house, before sighing and heading towards the forest.

"Swear to god, if they ditched me I'm going to commit murder."

I open the fence gate and run into the forest, well, jog really.

"Hello?" I call out, trying to find out if it had been a human or animal around.

"Barbra?" I shout as I step around a bush of poison oak.

I hear another snap, and I look to my right.

"Jonathan? What are you doing out here?" I ask.

He held up his camera. "I was taking pictures. Trying to find clues. Thought maybe they were looking in the wrong direction."

I sigh and nod. "Possible, yeah. You haven't seen Barb have you?"

He shakes his head after a moment.

"No, I haven't. Do you need a ride home?"

I nod my head and follow him back to his car. I would just yell at Nance and Barb for ditching me tomorrow.

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divineerdrick · 10 months ago

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One Piece Live Blog: Episode 46

Alright! Time to get this going with the first real live blog! As I said, I'm already kind of aware of what's about to happen in this episode, as it cover the events of Oda's famous chapter pages. Still, this should be a fun little adventure to watch!

Hah! I like how they're actually showing that the Going Merry still only has a really light crew. Luffy's captain, but he's the one raising the anchor. Although, to be fair, Luffy might genuinely enjoy raising the anchor to set off.

"Hungry? I just fed you yesterday!" I don't think Sanji understands how much work he's signed up for XD

Happy Nami! Oh that's so heartwarming already!

And here's our transition to Buggy. I like how Luffy is so nonchalant about being sure he's killed him. This is what I mean about how Luffy is way more of a pirate in the original. And it's just so much more fun!

Oh! This is a fun way to pan the world! I wonder if the stops we're seeing are the actual islands the Straw Hats have visited since defeating Buggy.

Love the contrast between how villainous Buggy is and how cute he looks. I find it a little interesting they're playin We Are here though.\

Oh no! I remember that little bird! Here we go XD

Dammit! I can't help it! I can't help but think of DBZ Abridged Piccolo shouting at the moon, "Stop mocking me!"

And there's the bird's sibling witnessing things. This shall not stand! And here comes mama!

Whoah! Mama got skills!

This is great!

Team Rocket blasting off again!

And we all recognize that island! And there's the "Guardian" up to his old tricks. Hah! None of the animals know how to handle this. But I like how Buggy loves them all. Makes kinda sense considering his circus theming. I also love the backhanded compliments Buggy is throwing out in parody of the traditional Shonen prefight banter.

It's almost like the popcorn meme XD

Wait? Why'd that hurt? Was it just the weight of the chest on his feet?

And here's the bonding moment. "You're a pirate? I'm a pirate too!" XD

"I love you man~"

Buggy's just like, "Seriously? You'd give up on being a pirate again for these guys?"

And, of course we're doing the thing where they're both talking about Luffy and not realizing it's the same person.

Hah! All the animals are hung over! So much for protecting them. And we're getting a tearful farewell, except from the poor hung over creatures. "I forgot to warn you about the Monsters . . ." He's right there! Warn him now XD

And here we go! Here's the team up! She's looking really menacing too. Not sure she's planning on doing anything more than using Buggy.

Nami's apparently the ship's night owl.

Hermit crab no!

Why'd you end it like that? That's so mean! Poor hermit crab.

But yeah, I'm pretty sure that's Alvida. I'm curious what her adventure has been. We didn't get any preview there in the manga. She's feeling far more menacing and villainous than before. Her interactions with Buggy are feeling really cold, despite her words.

And good! It looks like we are doing the adventure's of Buggy's crew too! Though that will be for tomorrow! See you all then!

#one piece spoilers #one piece #one piece liveblog #live blogging #live blog #liveblogging #liveblog

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voyageofthenautilus · 2 years ago

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The Lightning Bolts of Captain Nemo, Part 1

So first of all… Something a bit odd happens with the dates here. Yesterday’s entry, on January 6th, began with “The next day, January 6…” and has the trio leaving the Nautilus at sunrise, then spending a day on the island, and then leaving around six o’clock in the evening when the island natives interrupt their meal. Today’s entry, on January 7th, begins with the trio returning to the Nautilus, then Aronnax goes to bed after talking with Nemo.

And then… (mild spoiler for tomorrow’s entry, mais je ne regrette rien) Tomorrow’s entry on January 8th begins “At six o’clock in the morning, January 8th…” HUH?! I’ve read and re-read these two chapters and tried my hardest to figure out how Jules Verne somehow missed a day, or maybe I was the one missing a day? But I can’t make any sense of it, so… I just threw up my hands and decided to schedule today’s entry for the 7th, not only so that the opening line of tomorrow’s entry makes sense, but also so that I didn’t have to send both entries on the 6th, because it felt more appropriate to send them a day apart so the suspense of the previous chapter’s ending would be maintained.

…anyway, with all that explanation aside…

“Stones don’t fall from the sky,” Conseil said, “or else they deserve to be called meteorites.”

Man, I love Conseil and his total inability to be fazed, and his wittiness. Shame his next remark compares the natives of the island to animals… Dammit, Conseil, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you…

Ned Land was unwilling to leave his provisions behind, and despite the impending danger, he clutched his pig on one side, his kangaroos on the other, and scampered off with respectable speed.

This is another moment that I really want someone to draw. Love that Ned is such a glutton- er, excuse me, he’d probably prefer the term epicure- that he won’t leave his food behind when running from danger. (I bet Conseil mocks him for this when they get back to the Nautilus.)

I LOVE Nemo’s little speech here, even if it is motivated by misanthropy. “And besides, are they any worse than men elsewhere, these people you call savages?” Considering his seeming sympathy for these people, it’s a shame about what he does later to get rid of them… But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

“…I noticed that he touched only its black keys, which gave his melodies a basically Scottish color.” Huh, I wouldn’t have thought of calling that tonality Scottish, specifically. What I wouldn’t give to hear Nemo play that organ…

I can’t blame the Papuans for driving away the golden trio. They have every right to do so, considering these people came ashore and immediately started slaughtering their own game and laying claim to it… And it’s unfortunate that their defending of their home/land ends the way it does. Again, I’m getting ahead of myself, but this really is a low point in the narrative.

#voyage of the nautilus #thoughts from mod blue

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rebelangelwings · 2 years ago

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Diaz Sister Part 3

Christopher had arrived home hours ago, and so Allie was keeping her promise of playing Legos with her nephew on the living room floor. She was taking her project of building a rocket seriously, whilst Chris chose to create a pattern in his bricks. It reminded Allie of the days spent doing this with the boy after his mother died , nearly half a year ago now. Eddie’s whom family had come to support him and Chris for the funeral, but Allie had been the one to take two weeks our of school in order to make sure that Eddie was eating and Christopher always had someone to cry on and build Legos with.

As Allie and Chris playfully fought over the last remaining red Lego brick, Eddie answered the door to the pizza delivery and served up dinner. “So, do you remember my friend Buck from the funeral? Works at the firehouse with me?” Eddie mentioned. Christopher perked up at the mention of this name.

Allie thought for a brief moment but really, Buck is hardly a name you easily forget, “tall, handsome, birthmark?”

Eddie smirked and scoffed but nodded regardless.

“Buck’s my best friend!” Chirped Christopher with half a mouth of pizza.

“Excuse me? I thought I was your best friend, little dude? It’s a good job I moved out here so you remember that fact!” Allie mock berated Chris whilst he giggled. But seriously who was this Buck that seemed so important to these two?

Eddie continued, “Well, he was injured, on a call, about five months back and he’s been a bit down ever since especially as he hasn’t been able to join the 118”. Allie could tell from Eddie’s tone and eyes that he was playing down the circumstances for the sake of his son. “I was thinking about dropping Chris off with him tomorrow whilst I’m on shift, and now that you’re here, maybe you would want to go with? I just know he couldn’t stay sad with two of the best Diaz’ on the case,” Eddie winked at Chris across the table.

“Sure, I’d love to hang out with my favourite nephew and his apparent best friend. I want to see what’s so special about this Buck myself”. Christopher did and excited dance in his chair at spending the day with two of his favourite people in the world.

Although Allie was anxious at the prospect of spending the day with a near total stranger, she was comforted by the fact that any friend of Eddie’s couldn’t be so bad and Christopher would surely defuse any awkwardness.

In actuality, she needn’t have worried about any tension or awkwardness because after the initial shock of the Diaz’ arrival to Buck’s flat (she didn’t realise they were going to be unexpected guests, thanks a lot, Eddie) Buck immediately warmed once seeing Christopher and was quick to joke around with Chris.

“Hey, Allie! It’s good to see you again. What brings you to LA?” Buck got to work making them both a coffee whilst Chris played a video game.

“Actually, I just moved here for good. Well, I will have moved here for good in two weeks when my student loan comes in and I can start my flat share in two weeks. At the moment I’m crashing with Eddie”, Allie casually explained as if it wasn’t the biggest decision she had made in her life.

Buck paused his coffee preparations to look up to the dark haired woman in surprise, “No way! What about college? Eddie said you were going to be a teacher right?”

“Not so much anymore. I’m pursuing something different – managed to transfer my credits to a course at UCLA. Figured I’d get some work experience in a different area, try and find my passion you know?”

Buck nodded solemnly, “yeah, I do know. I was about your age too when I moved to LA . I’d been bouncing around the continent looking for a purpose or something that made me tick. I finally found it too with the 118,” Buck had his eyes cast downward, focused intently on stirring a coffee.

Dammit, Allie. This is the exact opposite of what Eddie sent you here to do. You just broke his friend.

“Buck...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge things up for you. But you know you still have them as your family, right? That Eddie still thinks of you as his partner?” Allie tentatively reached a gentle hand to Buck’s shoulder. “Also... Eddie hasn’t had any cool friends in years, so I kind of need you to stick around.”

At that, a smirk crept onto Buck’s face.

“So”, Allie started, her volume loud enough for Chris to hear in the next room, “what shall we do today for fun, boys? It’s a beautiful day for the beach?”

“Can we get ice cream?” Chris called over.

“You bet we can get ice cream! And we’ll play at the fairground stalls at the pier. How about that, Superman?” Buck added.

Allie quickly snapped a picture on her phone of Buck and Chris, and when Buck raised an eyebrow in question, simply answered, “sending proof of life”.

Two hours later, the three found themselves sat along the pier. They had played almost every game, Buck had spent far too much money trying and succeeding to win Chris a giant teddy, and Allie had spent even more money on a rigged claw machine finally winning her desired Lilo and Stitch teddy. Allie thought that Buck might actually be forgetting his troubles and enjoying himself and she was proud to have been part of that even if the majority of the credit should go to Chris for being his generally adorable and sunshine self.

The two adults sat on a bench with Chris stood in between them, him and Allie looking out onto the water and Buck facing inland.

Buck seemed to be having another existential crisis, asking Christopher about his hopes and dreams for the future. She looked to Buck trying to find something consoling to say , noticing him looking longingly at a fire engine, when Christopher interrupted quietly, “where did all the water go?”

Allie and Buck over the pier to see that Christopher’s description was correct. Allie’s face crumpled in confusion; she hadn’t lived anywhere near the coast in Texas, and certainly hadn’t seen anything like this on family vacations to the beach.

Before she could even comprehend what might be happening, Chris had disappeared from beside her, Buck having thrown him gently but quickly over his shoulder. Next, he grabbed her wrist, telling her sharply to “RUN. ALLIE, RUN!” He tugged her arm once and took off running towards the games stalls they had played at preciously.

Allie was faintly aware of a siren sounding and people moving around her. She kept her eyes on Buck and her nephew bouncing across his shoulder. Still unable to register what was happening, Allie just knew it was very, very bad. There was danger. She needed to protect Christopher.

She watched as Buck, about ten meters ahead, planted Chris inside a game stall, then spun around to find her. Too fast for her to even acknowledge, Buck threw Allie into the same game stall and jumped in on top of her and Christopher. “Take a deep breath!” Buck instructed before everything crashed around them.

#911 #911 fic #911 fox #buddie fic #buddie fandom #ofc #911 fanfic #firefam #buckley diaz family #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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trueshellz · 2 years ago

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Night Owl

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: insomnia, reader grumpy, video games, mentions of little sleep, sleepy Kenma, Mortal Kombat gaming, gameplay described, cuddling, pet names

Summary: Waking up to play video games and bake seemed like the best idea...

Kenma blinked a few times, frowning when he saw a huddled up lump under the covers and his large gaming screen flickering as your opponent was thrown onto a tree and a branch skewered his heart before you reached over and rammed your knee into his face. Reaching over, he tugged the blanket off your head and smiled when he saw you sat there with his headphones on (yours were somewhere under the bed from where he had tackled you earlier today), smudges under your eyes from lack of sleep and wearing one of his old hoodies.

"Again?"

You hummed in agreement, eyes on the screen as you felt him shuffle closer and lay down near you, his head leaning against your leg. You chuckled when you heard his low noise of protest, the realisation of what you were playing as his eyes accustomed to the screen in front of you both.

"You downloaded it without me."

"Not my fault you were sleeping, babe."

"Let your character die so I can play against you."

"No."

You gasped when the controller was stolen from you and hidden under the blanket, watching in annoyance as your character was spun around and flung across the screen before she was stomped on and met her demise. A look of triumph as Kenma flicked on the second controller and set up a new game for you both.

"Don't you dare choose Noob Saibot... I lose everytime against him."

You watched as Kenma tied his hair back, sitting up next to you and wrapping the blankets around you both as he flicked through the new characters, commenting on the graphics and additions. His eyes widening as he saw the new story chapters, you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he chose his character... Noob Saibot.

Dammit.

"Not my fault you suck."

Despite its ineffectiveness, you still pouted and chose Kronika, the only character who had any chance against the monster your boyfriend had chosen. Battling for dominance to choose the play area, huffing when he won and then growling when within two minutes you ended up dead and a shit eating grin was across his pretty face.

"How did you do that weird spin-jump thingy?"

A grin as he loaded the new game.

"Kenma! I don't know any special moves!"

"Your problem."

"Kenmaaaaaa!"

A low chuckle as, once again, you ended up shish kabobed to a tree and dead. Huffing, you turned and mock glared at your boyfriend as he thumbed the controls to see the other extras you had downloaded when he was sleeping. It was day 3 of no sleep, something that he was used to by now and you both knew at some point, hopefully tomorrow, that you would crash out for 12 hours.

"Why do I smell cookies?"

"I baked some earlier."

An eyebrow raised as he tugged you close, wrapping the blanket on you and switched the TV off so the room fell into darkness. His hands resting on your back, under your sleep shirt as he rubbed small circles there and tangled his legs between yours.

"Just cookies?"

"Brownies too."

"Hmm."

"Sorry for waking you."

You felt rather than heard his chuckle, his body vibrating as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm more pissed you downloaded the new chapter without me."

It was your turn to laugh, you had heard his alarm go off at 12.05am and watched as he rolled over ignoring it. You were already awake anyway, having the cookies in the oven as it downloaded.

Plus, it wasn’t your fault you were bored and needed something to do.

"Close your eyes anyway, rest them even if you can't sleep. And don't download the new Mario Kart without me tomorrow!"

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! just wanted to say love your writing & i have an idea for a request.

the reader is attending a stark party and is already a little late due to meetings with phil & they decide to wear a red cocktail dress with a little gold pendant from her childhood not knowing just how upset loki will be seeing you in his brothers colors. starting off 100 % innocent cause the reader isn’t aware that the women of asgard tend to do this for there beloveds. so loki decides to show her just exactly who she belongs to. lmao smut ofc but i was thinking it it ending in a fluffy way where the reader originally thought he was just be possessive to do just that, to stake his claim. but really seeing you in those colors hurt him a little. but loki being loki, y’all won’t actually talk about it until he screws the life out of you.

if this is a bad idea you can be completely honest, I haven’t suggested it before though i’ve had this for awhile but I do believe with your writing style, because I’ve read a phenomenal amount of your fic’s & loved them! you’ll be able to do it in a way that I’d love

Can I tell you how much I love this? Cause I loooooove this!! One angry, possessive loki with a dash of dom energy coming up!! And thank you for sending this!! I really hope you like it!!! 💚❤💚❤

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Colors

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: possessive behavior, dom loki, swearing, all the smut, oral (f recieving), knife kink, consensual restraints, unprotected sex (wrap in up guys), breeding kink, mentions of saferword (always discuss things with your partners, be safe.)

Summary: you were running late, your day quickly becoming a crap show of meetings and paperwork. All you wanted was your boyfriend.

You looked at your watch, seeing it was later then you thought "Phil, I really need to go, I was supposed to meet Loki an hour ago." You said packing up your things. "Fine, but back here first thing tomorrow so we can finish." He said closing a file. "Yes sir." You mock saluted as you grabbed your things, running towards your room.

"Shit, shit shit." You muttered, grabbing your black dress out of the closet, beginning to zip it as it broke. "Dammit." You sighed, pulling it off. "Well, not wearing that one" You said throwing it aside. You went back to your closet, the only dress you had clean was your red wrap around. "Well, red it is." You sighed. Slipping it on you went to your dresser, pulling out you pin, a gold butterfly your mom had given you as a kid. Pinning it to your dress, you released your hair, fluffing it before you headed to the party.

You smoothed your dress, walking in looking for Loki. You definitely needed a hug after today and his were the best. "Hey, have you seen Loki?" You asked wanda "i think he was by the bar." She said as you nodded, heading in that direction. You made it, not seeing your raven haired prince anywhere. You sighed, leaning on the counter "I love your dress y/n." You heard Thor next to you. "Oh, thank you." You said as he eyed you "do you think it wise to wear it with my brother though?" He asked as you furrowed your eyebrows "what do you mean? Is it too tight?" You asked looking down. "No lady y/n, I only mean, the color, on Asgard.." he started as you felt someone press behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle.

"Glad you could join us darling." You heard Loki as he kissed your neck. "Loki, i.." Thor started as you heard Loki...growl? "Did you think you could wear....this....and get away with it pet?" He whispered In your ear making you close your eyes. "I thought you knew who you belonged to, but it seems you need a reminder." He said spinning you around to face him, pulling you to him. He set his drink down "someone needs taught a lesson." He growled as he grabbed your arm, escorting you towards the elevators

"I'm sorry I was late, the meeting with Phil took an eternity and.." you started as Loki pressed you against the wall, shoving his thigh between your legs as you held his arms, his hand gripping your hair "be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth closed until we get upstairs hmm?" He said as you nodded. You heard the elevator ding as he backed up, escorting you inside. You stood in silence, looking up seeing Loki's jaw tense, his eyes locked forward as it dinged again "come darling." He said gently grabbing your arm.

You made it to the room as he slowly closed the door "go stand over there." He said pointing to the middle of the room. You nodded and did as he said, watching him pull his jacket off, tossing it aside as he rolled his sleeves up. "Who do you belong to love?" He asked as he stalked around you "y..you Loki." You whispered "who gives you pleasure you had only dreamed about?" He asked standing in front of you "you...Loki." you whispered again. "Who owns this...tight body of yours?" He asked licking his lips "y...you do, Loki." You whispered as he lifted his hand, a knife appearing. He reached up with the other, pulling on the front of your dress

"but you saw fit to wear.....this." he snarled as he took the knife, sliding it between your breasts carefully "Don't move love." He said as he sliced down the front of the dress. Popping the straps off he pulled it off of you, your eyes wide as it disappeared in his hand "b..but my..." you stared "did I say you could speak?" He asked looking at you as you shook your head. He slowly ran the end of the knife along the skin of your breast, gently as to not penitrate your skin.

He slid the knife under your bra "and who do these perfect breasts belong to?" He asked looking into your eyes "You Loki." You sighed, feeling the cool metal on your skin, gasping as he sliced through your bra, leaving your top bare. "Go lie on the bed." He said, unbuttoning his shirt. You nodded, laying your head on the pillow watching him. "Arms up love." He said, as you reached up for the headboard, feeling silk wrap around them. He came to stand next to you, pulling on the silk "ok?" He asked as you nodded "safeword.." he asked as he undid his belt "emerald." You whispered as he nodded. "Good girl." He said as you blushed.

He walked to the foot of the bed, removing his pants as he kneeled on the mattress, pulling your knees apart, running his hands up your thighs. "Hold still." He said sternly as you felt the cold metal on your skin again, slipping under the hem of your panties, closing your eyes as he cut them off. He spread your legs farther, you felt exposed as his eyes roamed over you "and who does this perfect pussy belong to?" He asked as he lowered himself down, nestling his shoulder under your knees. "Y..you Loki, it belongs to you." You panted as you felt his breath againt you. "That's right, mine." He growled as you felt his lips latch onto you.

You cried out as he nipped and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed as he gripped your thighs, growling as he pressed himself further to you. "Oh god....like that...please..." you moaned as he swirled his tongue around your bud before sucking hard again. You looked down, seeing his head bobbing up and down, his eyes closed. The sight alone almost made you come. "L..loki i....oh God I'm gonna...." you panted as he pulled back, looking at you. "Hmm, delicious darling, but you come when I allow it." He said leaning up on his knees.

You huffed as you felt your orgasm slip away "does someone need a spanking?" He asked leaning over you. "N..no sir, sorry sir." You panted as he looked into your eyes "good girl, take what I give you." He growled as his lips slotted over yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he licked into your mouth. He pulled back, latching his lips to your neck as you bucked your hips up to him. "So needy, do you want me to fuck you, hmm?" He asked biting your neck "Yes, please yes!" You cried out as he held your hips down.

He leaned up, sliding his boxers off as he lined himself up "how much do you want it y/n? How bad do you want me to ruin you?" He asked as he leaned over you, rubbing his cock along your folds "Please Loki! Ruin me for everyone else, claim me, please." You cried out as he pressed himself into you "Oh, I intend to?" He smiled as he slammed into you in one hard thrust, making you cry out. You pulled hard on your restraints, wanting to touch him, any part of him.

He leaned up, one hand on your hip, the other on the tip of the headboard, as he looked down at you "please Loki, move. I need you." You whined looking up at him. "Mm I do love when you beg." He said pulling out, thrusting back into you hard, laying your head back seeing his bicep flex as he slammed into you again. "Fuck, Loki...you feel so good." You cried out as he thrust hard again. "Do you want me to come inside you, paint your perfect cunt with my seed." He growled slamming his hips into you. "God yes! I want to feel you!" You yelled out as his pace quickened, hitting your gspot.

"Mm, and what if you got pregnant? You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked gripping the headboard harder. "Your belly swollen with my child, your supple breasts swelling, that's what you want isn't it?" He growled as he his pace was relentless, feeling your face flush at his words "Yes! God loki yes! Fill me up, please!" You yelled as your orgasm built "Come with me y/n, I want to feel it." He groaned as he hit your soft spot hard triggering your orgasm as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling deep in you, making you cry out his name.

He leaned up, slowly untying your hands "You pulled hard this time, why didn't you say anyrhing?" He asked looking at your wrists "I was fine, it felt good." You smiled as you saw a green light engulph your wrists "I don't want you to get hurt love." He said sternly. You cupped his cheek "I'm fine." You smiled at him. He slowly pulled out of you, kissing your forehead. "I'll go run a bath, stay right here." He said as you smiled "yes my prince." You said as he went to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later "come on love." He said helping you up. He helped you in the bath before slipping in behind you, pressing your head to his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I was late, I didn't mean to upset you dear." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his. "I wasn't upset darling, I know you get busy sometimes, I trust you." He said kissing your neck. You tilted your head looking up at him "did you hate the dress? Was it too revealing?" You asked playing with his fingers "no love, you looked amazing, it's just.." he started looking down at you with those green eyes "what, what is it?" You asked more intently this time as he sighed. "In Asgard, when two people were courting, you would wear your beloved's colors, as a symbol of your relationship." He said as you nodded.

"So, when you came in tonight, and I saw you wearing that dress.." he started as realization hit you, how Thor was acting, how possessive Loki got. "I...it was Thor's color wasn't it?" You asked as he nodded looking at you "im so sorry, I didn't mean to, my black dress broke, and I was already late, and I had no idea..." you started as Loki softly kissed you. "You didn't know love, I just, I saw you and lost control." He said cupping your cheek. "Umm is the dress gone? I had a pendant on it my mother gave me." You said looking at him as he twitched his hand, the dress appearing in his hand.

He handed it to you, blushing as you remembered him cutting it off you, as you unclipped the pendant, throwing the dress. "I can fix it if you like." He said "no, red never was my color anyway." You smiled up at him as he kissed you. "And don't worry, I used a contraceptive spell, I don't think either of us are ready." He smiled. "Me either, but..I wouldn't be against doing that again." You whispered feeling your cheeks heat up. "Darling, did we discover a new kink?" He asked poking your side "maybe.." you smiled. "I adore you love." He said pressing your head to his chest "and I you my prince." You sighed closing your eyes listening to his heartbeat.

You made a note to buy more green dresses.....and maybe a new red one......

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norabrice1701 · 3 years ago

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High Octane - Ch. 7

A Powerboat Racer!Zemo x Fem!Reader AU Series

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Warnings: Explicit language, reader angst & stubbornness

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Chapter 7: Saturday

Laying in bed, you watched Zemo’s post-race interview and wanted to scream.

“Baron, that was a stunning race today.” The interviewer said with bright energy. “You were edged out of first place just barely, and since Team Hulk completed the entire race today, you’re currently at a points disadvantage heading into Sunday.”

“Indeed, we had a good start, and no mechanical issues,” Zemo answered as the corner of his mouth tightened with a frustrated attempt at a smile. “While we didn’t defend our position as well as we should have, we still have a good position.”

“At this point, anybody could take the top prize on Sunday. Why, I could run formulas that give all five teams a shot at the top of that podium, but you’re still clearly a force to be reckoned with. Who’s your money on to beat?”

The time, Zemo’s smile took a definitively sly edge. “If you say that they all have a chance to win, then, I suppose that I just have to beat all of them.”

The interviewer laughed. “Those sound like fighting words, baron. After the last two years, are you worried about a target on your back?”

He shrugged with a disinterested air, the fabric of his black and purple Zemo Racing shirt stretching with the movement. “I think there’s been a target on my back since day one – but anyone who’s not running at full power is going to be left behind, and to those who say differently – then I say, meet me on the course, and we’ll see.”

You wanted to strangle the man. Even falling behind you in points, his fierce arrogance didn’t waiver. Neither did his fiercely handsome appeal with sweat-dampened hair loose over his brow and the shadow of your love bite bruises visible along his shirt collar, despite the dark circles under his eyes.

“It’s a tight course out there – just a 4.3 mile loop – and things happen, unfortunately.” The interviewer continued. “It gets bumpy, it gets rough… is that how you sustained those bruises on your neck?”

Zemo’s mouth curled with a hint of self-consciousness, but his countenance didn’t otherwise falter. “No,” he smoothly replied. “They were made by… well, she knows who she is.”

A sly smile crossed the interviewer’s face. “You know, we caught up with the winner of today’s race in the Team Iron Man Racing boat, and she spoke about her accidental run-in with a merchandise trailer canopy support arm. Did you hear about that?”

Zemo arched an elegant brow in a flash of surprise but quickly played it off. “I believe I did hear something about that – and sometimes, those support arms can be dangerous. Almost invisible in certain light. I know others would mock her for her clumsiness, but I sympathize – truly.”

You groaned in frustration, smashing the power button to stop the video before dropping your phone to your bed covers. The last thing you needed was Zemo calling you clumsy on a national network. Nor did you need his guileful teasing reference to ‘she knows who she is.’ If anyone had their suspicions about you and your obnoxiously obvious bruises, he had done nothing but fuel speculation.

Eventually, you rose from bed and still steadfastly ignored your phone. The light of dawn treated you poorly as you went about readying for the day. Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the puffy redness around your eyes, nor the sallow skin texture that followed a sleepless night. Fortunately, you had until tomorrow morning to get your head on straight before strapping back into the cockpit.

It gave you time to think. Because you weren’t brooding. You weren’t, dammit. Even as you went through the motions of breakfast and found yourself sitting on the pier hours later, letting your legs dangle over the edge above the emerald water. Because that’s exactly what you were doing – thinking. Because honestly… there was just too much in the last forty-eight hours.

You closed your eyes, bowing your head under the weight of your jumbled thoughts. Worst of all, why did he have to do this to you now? In the middle of the fucking world championships?! Couldn’t he have waited until the winner was announced before upending everything in your life?

Footsteps scraped against the concrete beside you, and your eyes flew open. Squinting against the harsh sun, your face fell in open surprise to see Stephen lowering himself to sit beside you. He swung his long legs over the edge of the pier, mirroring your posture as you both sat in silence for several minutes listening to the ocean waves beat against the unyielding concrete.

“Well,” he said softly, taking a breath of briny air. “This is… charming.”

You shook your head slowly. “No one asked you to join me.”

“Wrong. Tony volunteered first, but I told him to fuck off.”

The corner of your mouth lifted involuntarily. “Thanks.”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet.” He turned to face you, and the weight of his assessing stare hit you like a palpable force. “So… a bad breakup?”

You huffed in surprise and utter embarrassment. Biting your lip, you wondered if you could get away with lying, but thought better of it. Stephen Strange was the king of recognizing bullshit. Slowly, you shook your head. “Just the opposite, actually.”

“Then, what’s your problem? You’ve been trying to beat this guy for two years now.”

“That’s just it,” you spit the words before you could stop yourself. “We fuck in a fit of frustration, and the next day, I lead him in points, and he tells me that he’s never hated me, that he wants… that he feels….”

“So, again, what’s your problem?” He gave an incredulous shake of his head. “You obviously want and feel in return… who cares if you care about him? It’s not a weakness.”

Your chest grew tight as your breathing shallowed. “Shut up, Stephen.” You hissed, knuckles whitening against the concrete edge. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, you shut up.” His tone commanded full authority. “You’ve been convinced since day one that any sign of weakness makes you a failure. Fuck, even when you got the flu during the off-season you refused to let anyone check on you.” Again he shook his head, exhaling an irritated sigh. “I can’t believe that I’m about to say this - but if you care for him, then don’t push him away. He won’t wait forever, and two years is already a long time.”

“It… it hasn’t been two years. He… I haven’t… that long.”

Stephen blinked at you. “Are you sure?”

You bit your lip as the torrent of uncertainty raged within you.

“Not that I’m an expert, but let me make it clearer: admitting love is not a weakness.” He shook his head, drawing a sharp breath. “So, give it a think or don’t. Admit that you love him or don’t - either way, it won’t change the truth of the matter. But choosing one of those options will make you significantly less miserable, and I won’t allow a miserable driver in my cockpit tomorrow.”

As if realizing how that sounded, he edged closer to you on the concrete, nudging your shoulder supportively with his as he spoke again. “So, please don’t force me to sit in a confined space with Barton. I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t misalign the trim tabs just to avoid a fourteen lap race with the man.”

That startled a snort from you as another smile edged your mouth without your permission.

“There you go, that’s it.” He encouraged gently, nudging your shoulder again. “Take the day. Sit here for as long as you need, or whatever it takes - I’ll handle Tony and the pit crew, but please get some rest. We both need you to pass your physical in the morning.”

“God, Stephen…,” you tore your gaze from the water, looking up to him, unable to hide your affection and appreciation for your throttle man. “I think I could kiss you right now.”

His face pinched with irritated disgust. “Oh for the love of god, please don’t.”

The stove timer went off. You stood from the couch and moved to the tiny kitchen of your motorcoach. You weren’t much of a cook, but you did your best with what you had. Race season kept you perpetually on the road, and you needed to try maintaining something of a healthy lifestyle. Besides, you needed the best chance at a good night’s sleep before tomorrow’s race.

You drained the lentil pasta water and spooned the pumpkin pasta sauce with vegetable chunks into the pan. It may not feel much like winter in Florida, but you were determined to enjoy the flavors of the season anyway. With a glance over at the TV, you dished a bowl as Die Hard continued to play.

The emergency services supervisor held her headset. “Attention, whoever you are, this channel is reserved for emergency calls only.”

John gripped his radio harder, eyes wild. “No fucking shit, lady! Does it sound like I’m ordering a pizza?!”

A knock sounded on your motorcoach door. Your mouth upturned in a frown as you abandoned your dinner to the counter and walked to the door. Pulling it open to the breezy night, you froze.

Helmut Zemo stood with a small, crooked smile and his hands held open in surrender. “I come in peace.”

After the day that you’d had stewing in your own sea of tumultuous thoughts, the last thing you needed was Zemo on your doorstep. You sighed heavily, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorway. “What do you want?”

“I just want to talk. Nothing more.”

“And if I don’t want to talk?”

His eyes glinted in the light spilling out from your motorcoach. “Please… I need to talk with you.”

Anxious anticipation knotted your gut as you quickly weighed your options. Of course, it would be easiest to just turn him away. To ignore him until after tomorrow’s race when the season ended, and you wouldn’t have to see him until the start of next season. But the longer you looked at him, silhouetted against the dark evening - you couldn’t do it. Instead, you raised your eyes for a quick scan around the camp.

“Don’t worry.” His voice drew your gaze back to his little half-smile. “I can always give myself a black eye on the way out to save your reputation.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you pushed out of the doorway and held it open for him. He stepped up, closing it behind him. With your back turned, you took a deep breath as silence stretched between you, broken only by the movie playing in the background.

You reached for your dinner, fortifying yourself and turning around. “So, what did you want to talk about? As you can see,” you hefted the bowl for emphasis, “my dinner’s getting cold.”

A look of surprise flashed across his face. “That looks tasty. Did you make it?”

“Yes. I do try to be somewhat healthy in the midst of all this traveling.”

He nodded in agreement. “I understand. This life asks a lot of us.”

“Then, why do you do it?” You shrugged. “You say shit like that, but you don’t have to live this life. So, why?”

The question took you both by surprise. Surely, that wasn’t what he had come to talk about. Embarrassed heat danced along the tops of your ears as you debated telling him to forget it.

But he drew a breath to speak before you could summon words. “Before I answer that question,” he started softly, his tone so heart-wrenchingly earnest. “I wanted to apologize for anything - everything - I said last night that upset you.” His mouth pulled to a thin, embarrassed line. “I’ve thought about you - about that conversation, and I… needed to tell you before tomorrow’s race, or…,” he paused, a flash of irritation sparking on his face. “Or, I won't be able to stop thinking about it.”

You tried to swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. “Is… is that all?”

He continued to level you with devastating honesty, and your heart raced as he spoke. “Do you still want the answer to your question?”

You continued to drown under his gaze, struggling against the crushing urge to fall into his arms as the movie filled the weighted silence.

With a deep sigh, you looked down at your dinner. “Fuck, I’m too hungry for this conversation… and far too sober.” You paused, debating the wisdom of your next words. “Neither of us can drink tonight, but… I can offer you food?”

Surprise colored his face. “Admittedly, I haven’t eaten yet, and your offer is… very kind.”

A stab of irritation lanced through you, and you tried to tramp it down as your gaze darted back to him. “So, is that a yes or no?”

He paused for another minute, as if he too debated the wisdom of the moment. But eventually, he nodded. “Yes, please.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, stepping to the cabinet to retrieve another bowl. “It’s not gourmet, but it’s decently healthy.”

“It smells good.”

“Well, it’s pretty hard to fuck up pasta and sauce with vegetables.”

“Did you make the sauce?”

“Yeah, just a simple internet recipe.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “I always suspected that you were a woman of many talents.”

You searched his words for any hint of a teasing joke and found none. Warmth sparked in your chest, warmth that you wanted to take hold and never leave. You finished filling his bowl and caught your reflection in the window above the sink. God, you just had to hold it together.

You forced another swallow as you reached for a spoon and handed him the bowl. He took it with a smile of thanks, and you reached for your own to stir around the steaming pasta. Taking a bite, you walked around him back towards the couch, happy to let the TV continue to fill the silence.

The deputy chief of police glowered at the building. “I’ve got a hundred people down here, and they’re covered in glass.”

John stared at his radio aghast. “Glass? Who gives a shit about glass? Who the fuck is this?”

You took a seat, watching as Helmut approached and took the chair opposite with uncharacteristic discomfort. Taking another bite, you nodded towards the TV. “Have you seen Die Hard before?”

“Of course.” He swallowed a bite, nodding gently. “A Christmas classic.”

“Damn straight.” You scooped more pasta with your spoon. “I’d have to further question your taste if you said it was anything else.”

“‘Further question my taste’?” He arched an elegant brow. “And, pray tell, what else has you questioning my taste?”

Heat flamed along your cheeks as you purposefully took a big bite, stalling for time. The movie played in the background as you chewed and watched him eat for several long minutes.

“For starters, your stupid wool and fur coat.” You said, tapping your spoon against the bowl in thought. “I mean, I get that this sport is all about intimidation, but good lord, you’re dramatic about it. And that obnoxious purple ‘Z’ on your hull - as if it isn’t obvious enough that you're the owner of your own self-named company, as well as the lead driver. There’s narcissism, and then there’s you. Of course, that’s to say nothing of how smarmy you are in interviews - always so suave and vague, a-and charming. You could almost pass as a snake-oil salesman. And, then there’s this… your thing… with me….” Your torrent slowly died off, and it felt like a weight had lifted from your chest. It wasn’t enough to completely release all of the confusing, frustrating feelings from the week, but it was a good start.

Silence reigned and your cheeks burned. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as the movie suddenly sounded too loud.

“Draga….” Helmut’s voice carried gently across your motorcoach. “Will you look at me? Please?"

Tears stung your eyes without permission, and you bit your lip to hold them back. Slowly, you forced your gaze to meet his. The look in his eyes threatened to undo you, and your heart seized. Every raw nerve that frayed during your heated fuck in the restroom and every feling that flayed open during last night’s stolen moment consumed you.

He exhaled gently, his gaze holding you so tenderly. “Do you truly think yourself so unworthy? Or have you just fought so hard for so long that you’ve forgotten how to do anything else?” His eyes pleaded with you across the small space that felt way too intimate. “Your stubbornness makes you who you are, and I… I wouldn’t change that about you. It’s drawn me to you since we first met, but I wish… I want to help you realize that not everything needs to be a fight. That it’s… it’s alright for your strength to take a break. It’s alright to lean on someone else for support.” His face softened, and your heart melted. “You’ve never been as alone as you may have imagined.”

“I know that.” Your voice came in a strained whisper. “I know that I’m not alone. The outpouring of offers from my team are endless, but I don’t need-.”

“Yes, as I’ve heard you say - you don’t need help. But what do you want?”

Your mind flooded with traitorous thoughts. You wanted to know what it felt like to curl up against his chest as the rest of the movie played out. You wanted to know how his kiss would taste as you led him through the doorway to your bedroom. You wanted to hear him moan in your ear as he buried his cock in you. You wanted to hear the three most beautiful words you could imagine fall from his lips. You wanted to whisper those same three words back to him, and know the moment was real.

You drew a trembling breath, shaking your head to physically shake the thoughts away. “I-I… want…,” you drew another breath, at last finding your words as you lowered your forgotten dinner to your lap. “I want an answer to my earlier question.” You wet your dry lips. “Why do you live this life?”

“In truth, it was my wife’s idea.” He didn’t pause to think. “We summered in Monaco every year, and she had friends on the Offshore Australia team. Through her and them, I discovered a hidden talent of my own.” His face warmed with fond, distant memory despite the loss that darkened his eyes. “As much as the idea exhilarated her, she feared for my safety - especially after the birth of our son - and it became a distant dream. But once Heike’s trust fund had no dependent, and Carl’s college fund had no purpose, those accounts were closed and funds reallocated.” His expression sharpened but his words were judgment-free. “If you look closely, the company isn’t named after me. Rather, it’s H&C Zemo Racing… though, most everyone has forgotten that by now.”

He leaned back against the chair, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully before shaking his head. “I’m not surprised that you have forgotten or may never have known.” Again, he shook his head with a small, sad smile. “It’s rather ironic that I named the company to honor their memory so they wouldn’t be forgotten… and yet, that’s exactly what's happened.”

Your mind blanked, overwhelmed with guilt and shame. Had you ever known the full name of Zemo Racing? How had that not been the front and center story when he started racing two years ago? You shook your head as you sputtered for words. “I-I’m sorry-.”

“I’m not looking for an apology, draga. I just thought - perhaps foolishly…,” he paused as a surprisingly bashful blush overtook his cheeks. “I thought maybe I could find a way to not be the villain that you think I am. To find a way where maybe… you don’t hate me.”

You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and hide. You wanted to tell him that you didn't hate him. You wanted to tell him that you feared the opposite was true. But words stuck in your throat as you stared back at him. With a crooked smile, he broke from your gaze to glance down at his bowl. The spoon clanked against the ceramic as he scooped out the last bite. You couldn’t be sure but perhaps a blush colored his cheeks.

He dropped the spoon to the bowl as he sighed. “And if that’s not possible, then at least, I have said my piece. Laid my cards on the table, as it were.” He looked back at you as he stood up. “However you choose, I will respect your decision. And please don’t get up.” His smile softened as he nodded. “I’ll see myself out - and all my best for tomorrow’s race.”

Dumbfounded and stunned, you watched him set his bowl in the sink and exit your motorcoach.

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nishisun · 4 years ago

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best part ☁️/ 001. Mama?

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Kuroo cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows at the little boy.

“The hell..?” Kuroo muttered, “Maybe it’s the wrong address.” before Kuroo could even turn around, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar voice calling out for the kid.

“Takeru! What did I tell you about opening the door for strangers? How did you even reach the knob?”

“I’m sorry!” the little boy squealed, you sighed and kneeled down to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It’s okay, honey. It’s just very dangerous and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” your scolding is quickly cut off when you see the man you’ve been expecting for two hours. “You’re late.” you mutter before attempting to shut the door.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s up with the kid?” Kuroo’s hand is quick to rest on the door to prevent you from closing it on him. “Is this why you wanted me to come in the middle of the night?”

You swiftly carried Takeru, attempting to shut the door again, just to fail as Kuroo put his hand in between the opening of the door.

“Why? Do you think of me differently now?” you asked bitterly. When he doesn’t say anything, you try to slam the door for what seems like the 100th time. Takeru whines, and you immediately apologize quietly.

“Y/N, c’mon.” Kuroo says, grabbing ahold of your the arm that isn’t carrying the boy. “Can’t we just talk? You’re acting so cold towards me..” he chuckles a bit, sliding his hand that was gripping your arm down to your hand, now intertwining them together. “Get it? Cause it’s literally freezing cold?”

You only roll your eyes at him, before harshly yanking your hand off of his.

“Come in. I don’t want Takeru to get a cold.”

Once you get back from his room, you sit on the chair across from him. There’s an awkward silence at first, it starts off with the both of you making eye contact every now and you then you both look away. Already irritated, you finally speak up.

“What did you come here for, Kuroo?” you sigh in defeat, exhausted from the day you’ve had.

“Kuroo? What’s up with that?” he sounds pretty offended, and you can only bring yourself to sigh once again.

“We’re not dating anymore. It’s been 4 years since I’ve seen you, so I just feel like it’s appropriate for this situation.”

“Situation? Don’t you think you’re being a tad bit over dramatic?”

You shrug.

“and are we just gonna ignore the fact that there’s a literal kid sleeping in this house? Who’s kid is this?”

You look away from him and shrug shyly.

“Holy shit.” he whispers, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Kuroo-! Language!”

“So It’s true?” you turn to face Kuroo with a confused look on your face. Before you can even open your mouth to explain, Kuroo’s already speaking again. “Kenma told me, Y/N—Fucking Kenma! Do you know how that even makes me feel?” He whisper-yelled. He laughs bitterly, before pressing his lips together.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask you this once, and I’m going to need you to be 100% honest with me, okay?”

You nod, taking an nervous gulp.

“Is that kid in the room my child?”

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, staring down at the ground. You only nod, unable to speak due to the lump forming on your throat.

Kuroo doesn’t say anything, he sighs and puts his head down on his knees to cover his face. “Do you know how long I had to drive in this freezing weather? Just for me to find out that I’m a dad?”

He’s talking gently, you can hear the obvious restrain in his voice telling you he’s trying his best not to lose his temper.

You don’t respond, you don’t really know what to say. You feel like a kid who’s getting lectured at by their parent.

“Shit,” he drags. You can tell his anger is slowly rising. “Who the fuck do you think are keeping me from my son?”

Ah, there it is. He’s fully upset now.

“It’s been four years for fucks sake! I’ve been missing out on four years! And the only reason I found out was because Kenma had to tell me!” He angrily runs his hand through his hair before sighing once again. “Which I had to practically beg him to tell me, by the way.”

You on the other hand, were surprised that Kenma actually told Kuroo. Of course, you gave him the consent to, (given the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell kuroo yourself) but you definitely not expecting this.

“I” he lifts his head and straightens his posture. “I wanna see him-”

“No!” It’s not as if you don’t want Kuroo to form a bond with your—you and his child, but at his current state? No way in hell. Who knows what he might actually tell Takeru? “I’m not going to let you see him while you’re still upset. Look Kuroo, I understand why you’re angry and I don’t blame you at all! But it’s already late, and you’re not being yourself.”

“The hell does that mean? You don’t know me. I’m not the same Kuroo I was 4 years ago Y/N.”

You lean back on the chair you’re currently sitting in before letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh really?”

“It’s just like you said. You haven’t spoken to me in 4 years so how could you possibly know?” He crosses his arms before facing your opposite direction. Honestly. He looks like a kid right now. But something he said really hit home for you.

“Because you never let me, Kuroo!” You raised your voice slightly. “We were what—19? 20? I never even planned on ever having children. How do you think I felt when I found out I was pregnant with my ex’s child?”

Kuroo’s eyes widen slightly at your sudden change of emotions. He really wants to understand where you’re coming from, but you just look so hot when you’re frustrated, he thinks.

“And I wanted to tell you—God, I really did, but you never gave me the chance to. I really do want you to meet him, Kuroo. Just not today.”

He sighs and you’re internally praying he doesn’t argue back because you’re already exhausted.

“Fine,” He shrugs “So when can I meet him, then?”

“Well, I was planning on taking him to the park and getting frozen yogurt tomorrow. You can come if you want.”

“Sounds great—“

“On one condition.” You lift your pointer finger to stop him, making him nod is head confusingly. “You’re only coming as a ‘friend’. You cannot mention, or ask Takeru questions about father related stuff. Not until he’s comfortable with you.”

Kuroo looks like he’s about to disagree, until you glare at him and he sighs in defeat. “Fine.” He mutters. “Actually, It’s a smart idea, y/n.” He smiles. “you’re so smart.”

“shut up.”

“right.”

He stands up from where he’s seated awkwardly, walking towards the front door waiting for you to kick him out.

“Wait!”

he turns around, humming while his hands are still placed on the door.

“Since you drove an hour to get here, y-you should probably stay here. It’s dangerous out there.” you say shyly, staring at the ground.

“Aw, is my sweet Y/N concerned about me? So you do care for me even after all these years, huh?”

“No. I don’t. You’re just the father of my child.”

“your ears are turning red, babe.” he chuckles when you immediately cover your ears with your hands. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t want to bother you or Takeru. I’ll see you tomorrow-“

“You’re not!” you quickly cover your mouth with your hands. Dammit y/n, don’t give him what he’s basically asking for.

His eyes widen, a smirk already developing on his face and all you want to do is slap it off.

“Okay, hun. If you insist.” grinning, Kuroo looks down at the couch before scratching the back of his head. “I’m gonna need some pillows and a blanket though. Unless you want me to sleep in the bed with you, then—“

Dear God. This man needs to go touch grass.

Clapping your hands to interrupt him form continuing his inappropriate sentence, you give him a fake smile. “You know what? Just for that comment, you’re going to actually be sleeping on the couch. I was going to let you have my bed and I sleep on the couch but it seems like you don’t really deserve it. I’m going to get you some pillows. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You’re saying that like you’re leaving me in the house alone with our kid—“

“His name is Takeru, Kuroo.”

“Right, I knew that.”

Not even an hour later...

“Tetsuro.”

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve tried to wake Kuroo up, and he still hasn’t even moved an inch.

“Tetsu.”

Not even the nickname you know he loves wakes him up.

“Kuroo!” you hit him with the pillow you brought from your room, causing him to groan in pain.

“Jesus,” he stretches, “Is it morning already?”

“No.”

“So why did you do that?”

You’re looking away from him now, gripping onto your pillow tighter.

“I..”

“You..?” He shakes his head in annoyance, he doesn’t understand why you had to hit him so hard with your pillow.

“Ihadabaddream.”

He bursts into laughter.

“You idiot. What’s so damn funny?” You scoff, crossing your arms. If you knew he’d annoy you this much you would’ve told him to leave by now. He hasn’t even been here for 2 hours and he��s already annoying the shit out of you.

“You’re 23-“

“Oh shut up! Since when does age have anything to do with my nightmares! It’s probably because you’re around.”

“Oh really?” he challenges, using his hands to wipe away the tears that have formed due to how hard he was laughing. “You really haven’t changed at all. Oh, this is too good. What? Want me to tuck you into bed?” He juts his lip out, obviously mocking you.

Don’t punch him, Y/N. It won’t be worth it.

“You look uncomfortable. Come to my bed.”

“And do what?” He asks cheekily.

“I cannot stand you. I was trying to be a nice person but obviously you’re not being appreciative. Have fun sleeping on the couch, loser—“

“I’ll come. Only cause you’re such a cutie.”

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Don't Push It, Pt. 2

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

First Part (2/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), angst, sexual tension, then smut: oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, biting, choking, dom/sub vibes bc the reader is A Brat, rough & unprotected vaginal sex.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 7.275 hehehe

Author's Note: This turned out to be a pure self indulgent smut but oh well. I have no shame and no excuses for this.

Like before, this fic changes POV's a lot:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with the reader's POV.

Enjoy!

"Jesse..." You called for him, voice breaking and tears around the corners of your eyes. He was chatting with two other people, but immediately diverted his attention to you once he saw your expression.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He turned to you. You were pouting and chewing on your lower lip, refusing to speak, so he held your shoulders as he looked into your eyes: "What happened?"

You blinked away the urge to cry, trying to find comfort in the fact that he hadn't witnessed your interaction with Joel. When you shut you eyes, though, Jesse's right hand went to cup your cheek: "Come on- Hey, it's okay-"

"I'm gonna go home," You finally whined.

"Okay, let's go then," Jesse instinctively looked over to the door, but you softly grabbed his wrist.

"No, you stay..." You looked away, nausea forming at the pit of your stomach: "I wanna be alone."

"You sure?" You unintentionally leaned forward, lightly tripping on your own feet.

"Yeah, thanks," You finally let the tears go and a pair rolled down your cheeks. You don't remember being this embarrassed, ever; normally you wouldn't cry, but the alcohol fucked with you too.

"Aw, (Y/N)..." He quickly pulled you into a hug, pressing your head into his chest. "You're so not getting away with this. We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?" You just nodded and forced yourself to stop crying or, rather, stop yourself from making a noise. After he pulled away, you let Jesse wipe away the tears glistening your cheeks: "Would a kiss make you feel better-? On the cheek, of course."

You chuckled at his panic and nodded with watery eyes, then he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your wet cheek - a kiss you wished you'd gotten from Joel, it was a comforting gesture which made you want to cry more. Instead, before you let anyone notice what was going on, you walked out with rushed steps. The sudden contact with the warm summer air made you realise how suffocating it had gotten in there, the calm and quiet of the town easing your stress on minimal levels.

You furiously wiped away your tears as you stormed to your house, trying not to trip on your feet as you did.

How could I be so stupid? You thought and sniffed. Of course he was gonna reject me.

The feeling of nausea and embarrassment started to take over your thoughts, so you found yourself leaning against a streetlight, groaning: "Fuck..."

"Shouldn't walk back alone," A deep voice spoke from behind you. "Especially when you're drunk, as you are."

You turned around, fixing your posture as best as you could before realising it was Joel. Your worried expression turned into a tired and angry one when you saw him: "What're you doing here?"

"Lookin' out for you," He replied, stopping before you, keeping a healthy distance so he wouldn't invade your personal space. "Your boyfriend clearly ain't."

"The hell are you talking about?" You groaned in a hostile manner. "I don't need you to look after me..." You gulped and turned around, walking towards your house, which was around the corner: "I don't need you."

"Like hell you don't, y'can barely stand up," Joel growled.

His words angered you because how dare he mock me? Humiliation and ridicule riled you up, therefore you turned around and shoved him away once he was close enough: "Fuck off!"

"Keep your voice down." Joel spoke calmly.

You found yourself obeying almost immediately, the exhaustion mixed with embarrassment made your voice crack when you spoke: "Go away, Joel."

Your anger was superior at that moment, but you still -god fucking dammit- wanted him.

Frustrated, you were absolutely irritated by this man whom you wanted; you wanted to kiss him, wanted him to touch you, grab the undersides of your thighs and press you against the wall as he bit your collarbone... You managed to throw that away- if there was anything to throw away in the first place. Hours ago, when he 'helped' you with your stretches- he also showed up to the dance, even though he had said he wouldn't. He clearly liked you, but didn't he want you?

Why didn't he want you?

"Stop bein' stubborn and let me walk you home-"

"I'm not being stubborn, I just don't want you to... to..."

"To what?" He took a few steps in your direction, slowly. In truth, you didn't want him to see you in your current state. You were a mess, not your usual self and it made you want to get swallowed by the ground. "What, (Y/N)?" His voice softened and quietened as he used the side of his pointing finger to gently push your chin up so he could look into your eyes. "Say it."

Your eyes- glowing, beautiful eyes stared into his own. For a moment, you almost leaned into the small touch, but instead you pushed his hand away reluctantly: "Fine. Once I'm inside, you leave."

Joel agreed and watched you lead the way to your house. You ran a hand through your hair and huffed, slowly starting to lose your nerve in the meantime.

He was right with almost everything he said and had to say: You were struggling to stand up, had a killer headache with the urge to empty the contents of your stomach. The bathroom floor seemed like the ideal place to pass out on, the cold tiles would help you with the hot night air of Jackson-

You found yourself on your doorstep, reaching for the key to your house in the pocket of your skirt. Deep in thought and not all too displeased by his existence behind you, you almost forgot Joel was there. Trying to mask the sounds of your failed attempts at fitting the key into the hole, you spoke: "I'm here, safe n' sound. You can leave now."

Instead of replying, he walked up and lightly pressed himself against you when he took your key holding hand in his, gently squeezed it and helped you push it into the hole. Your breath hitched at the touch, heat gathering at your cheeks as he slowly twisted the key for you (you had lost function when you realised just how close he was). His chest easily covered your back, his scent somewhat invaded your senses and made you lean back before he opened the door. Your gaze lowered to the floor once he pushed it open and realised you had to reach the bathroom as soon as possible.

----B

Snapping back to reality, you marched to the bathroom in a few quick steps, Joel following suit. He closed the door behind him and once he reached to the bathroom door, just in time, he saw you drop to your knees in front of the toilet. Instinct taking over, he immediately walked behind you and collected your hair from in front of your face, then gently pulled them into a ponytail in one hand.

Fuck.

The nausea suddenly disappeared and got replaced, once more, with need when you realised what he had done. Your heavy breathing started to slow down as you two stood like that for a torturous minute.

"You okay?" Joel hesitantly asked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. You silently nodded, trembling hands gripping the toilet seat harder, then finally pushed yourself up and Joel stepped back, keeping a hand hovering by your waist in case you fell.

Without saying anything, you washed your hands and splashed some water on your face, rubbing it as a means to sober yourself. Once you were done, you spread your arms to the sides and placed them on the edges of the sink, leaning down. You felt too awkward to look him in the eye, so, while burning a hole into the sink with your stare, you asked: "What are you doing here, Joel?" He was caught off guard. Before he had a chance to reply, you added: "What- I mean, you're getting off to seeing me all... miserable and- and humiliated? Is that it?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He crossed his arms.

"You've mocked me quite enough, sir," You hissed, faking a different accent and pushed yourself off the sink. Joel took a step back outside to the hall when you walked towards him. "First you reject me, then call me drunk and then-"

"Please, look me in the eye and tell me you aren't drunk right now."

"Well, I'm not," You dropped your hands in defeat and let them slap against the sides of your thighs. "Not enough to not see what I want."

Joel's heart started racing at your words. He gave you an indecisive look, along with shock, lust and a side of shame: "I..."

"Why don't you want me?" You whispered, leaning against the wall behind you. Your expression simply laid between fatigued and trying-not-to-cry. Joel, on the other hand, was shocked. He had no idea about what he should say or do, so he gave himself a moment to recollect.

"Aren't you- I dunno, datin' someone?" He tried.

"What do you think?" You asked, as if you couldn't have been more obvious.

"Wouldn't you..." He tried again. "Shouldn't you be with someone your age?"

"Should?" You repeated, frowning, but you weren't angry.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with kissin' Jesse in there," He took a step towards you. "You should-"

"What the fuck do you know about what I should or shouldn't do?" You groaned. "Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Oh, for god's sake," He turned his head away in frustration before looking back at you. His expression and voice softened: "You're so young, (Y/N)..."

"So? I know what I want." You stated and crossed your arms. You're so young and beautiful with your 30s ahead of you and you shouldn't waste your time on someone old like me. He was standing an arm away from you when you spoke again: "I know what you want, too. If only you'd stop making excuses."

"Why don't we let this go, hm? What do you want from me?" He lowered his voice, now deep and husky.

You stared into his eyes for awhile, then fixed your posture and straightened up, still leaning against the wall. Determined, you spoke: "You either leave me alone- walk out of that door and I'll be out of your hair forever."

Joel hated the idea as soon as he heard it, so he impatiently grunted: "Or?"

Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a solid second, then went back up to his eyes. "Stay. And kiss me."

There it was. The moment of truth.

Joel knew you wouldn't be so insistent if you didn't know he wanted you as much as you did him. He also knew that you had him where you wanted and that you'd also keep your promise about staying out of his hair- he didn't want you to, though. He'd hate himself if he broke your heart and even more so if he walked out of that door. So, with one last hesitation, his self control slowly disappearing, he asked: "Where does Jesse stand in all this?"

Yes, your mind screamed. He's going to stay.

"He's just a friend. He kissed me on my cheek, I don't understand why you're-"

"Cheek?" He asked abruptly, brows raising and eyes widening in unison. In his defense, from the angle he was sitting, plus the whiskey he'd been drinking, he was pretty sure Jesse had kissed you on the lips. The way he'd grabbed your cheek and the look of worry after you left hadn't helped either.

You chuckled: "Just admit you were jealous."

He didn't say a word, instead he just stared into your puffy eyes for a moment too long, then closed the space between your bodies. Before he knew it, he grabbed you by the hips and, finally, pressed his lips onto yours.

It was a little embarrassing, just how quick you were to gasp and moan into his mouth. He then pulled back, placed a hand on the side of your neck gently and pushed your head up with his thumb on your chin, wrecking you with one move. He looked into your eyes, then growled: "You've been drivin' me up the wall, y'know that? This morning, then at the dance..." He sighed, looked down and when he looked back up, he said: "I won't be gentle."

Was it that obvious that you wanted to be totally ruined by him?

You never looked anywhere else other than his eyes, too afraid that if you did, he'd disappear. So when he spoke, the words sending a thrill down your spine, you whispered back: "No one's asking you to."

If your legs were keeping you up to some level, they sure as shit weren't going to do that anymore because of the roughness of the kiss. It had a side of gentleness and professionalism to it too- had he kissed or made out with someone recently? Or even for once ever since he arrived in Jackson? He must've had, he was just so attractive and must've pulled someone into his web like he did with you. It wasn't his fault, really, but he contributed.

His tongue parted your lips and you let him explore your mouth, whining and moaning as quietly as possible. God, you thought, this must be heaven. The way he easily dominated you and made you weak in the knees probably made someone as confident as you look really pathetic, but you couldn't care less. He made you a dripping mess and him only, the rest wasn't important.

While his left hand was on your waist, the hand resting on the side of your throat wasn't squeezing but you wouldn't mind if he added a little pressure. The heavy breathing, your occasional whimpers and the promise of a rough treatment made your pussy ache with excitement - you could tell, by the hardness against your core and inner thigh, he was about the same.

For someone who practically sealed a deal to fuck you until you couldn't walk for the entirety of next week, he was still holding back. As much as it warmed your heart, it was your cunt that demanded attention at that moment: You decided to bite on his bottom lip; he pulled back with a groan, surprised and his hand flexed around your neck. Bingo.

The space between your faces wasn't even a span away, but he took his time to stare at you as you grabbed his right hand and moved it onto your throat slowly. Joel's breathing faltered at the sight: You, lips swollen, eyes a little puffy and your hand on his larger one around your throat with the most devilish smile across your pretty face. If it was even possible, Joel dived back into your lips with more roughness.

You started tugging at his belt as he devoured you, pressing his whole body against yours, making you overheat and feel dizzy. The sounds you were making seemed to turn him on more, his aggressiveness and movement speed increased whenever he felt your throat twitch under his palm.

To your disappointment, he let his hands go to aid you with his belt, but his lips stayed on yours. As soon as his belt hit the floor, however, he took his shirt off. He didn't even bother with opening the buttons and threw it over his head, tossing it to the floor. You gulped at how well built his body was, a few scars here and there and a decent amount of chest hair that followed a trail down his jeans.

Before you could faint at the sight, he immediately went back to kissing you; this time he moved to your cheek briefly and settled on your neck. A gasp left your lips involuntarily when he hit jackpot, sucking a hickey on your soft spot.

"Joel!" You hissed, or moaned, didn't matter- you pulled on his hair and stopped him. "No marks."

"Why not?"

Fuckingshitfuckfuckingdammit-

His tone was so seductive, so inviting that you couldn't fight him. The only reason you didn't want marks was simply because it was summer and you couldn't wear the layers of clothes and neckwear you wore in winter - it sure as shit was going to get questioned a lot and rumours spread around Jackson quicker than wildfire.

He didn't wait for your response of course and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, making you let out a rather pornographic moan. His naked body was on fire under your fingers, nails embedded themselves into his upper back when he sucked and licked on the spot he bit.

You wanted to scream out, tell him to bite you again, mark you everywhere and claim you as his, but as expected, you were too overwhelmed to utter a single word.

Joel then grabbed your thighs and pushed you up when you jumped. He trapped you between his hot body and cool wall, both sensations sent your body into a frenetic struggle, his soft lips nipping at your collarbones and large hands groping the backs of your thighs. You let go of him in order to remove your t-shirt with urgency, revealing your bra to him. He was quick to attack the tops of your breasts, sucking and biting there too. The bites weren't rough like he was trying to tear into your flesh, but there was just enough pressure to paint the skin purple.

You loved every fucking second.

"Fuck," You sighed, running your hands through his gray locks as he pulled your nipple out of the cup of the bra. "Oh..." The wetness of his tongue against your nipple made your brain short-circuit. "Oh, Joel-"

He grunted when you said his name, his cock pressing against your heat: "Yeah? You like this?"

"Fuck, so good-" You choked out when he spoke, nails digging at his shoulder and the back of his neck, making you squirm in his grip. After a moment, your other nipple was seen to the same treatment. You couldn't wait to see the rounds of teeth marks and bruises on yourself when you woke up in the morning.

Before he could do anything further, you tapped his shoulder and removed yourself from his hold, stepping on the ground with unstable legs- you immediately dropped onto your knees. The sight made Joel produce a sound between a grunt and a moan, his hand going to rest along the side of your face. He wanted to tell you that you didn't have to, but the way you eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants kept him quiet.

You pulled his pants down, only to reveal his rather big erection straining against his boxers. The scene made you sigh, then look up when you grabbed him through his underwear; he leaned forward, pushing your back against the wall once more. He then pulled your hair oh so slowly into a ponytail and gathered it in one hand, then tugged your head back: "Don't tease me, girl."

If it weren't for your urgency to put him in your mouth, you would continue to tease him; his voice was dangerously low, threatening even, you wanted to see the outcome, but not today. You never broke eye contact when you smirked and pulled his boxers down, but you had to when his cock stood tall and proud inches away from your face.

You stared, eyes widening and mouth falling open (and quite possibly drooling at how big he was), Joel tsked at your expression: "Look at you, so eager for me."

You simply nodded, before licking the tip of his cock experimentally. He was, unsurprisingly, warm. His right hand clenched around your hair as he leaned the other against the wall. After running your tongue over his slit you finally took him in your mouth. A rough grunt vibrated in his chest and he threw his head back when you looked up, making you moan around him.

It was a struggle to fit all of him in your mouth, you saw it coming, but you forced your throat to relax so he could finally fuck it without further ado. After pulling back for a moment and taking a deep breath while working your hand on his length to cover for the loss of your mouth, you took him back in.

He hit the back of your throat, making you gag and instinctively pull back, but the hand on the back of your head stopped you and you moaned.

"Fuck-" Joel groaned and placed his other hand through your hair. He was slowly giving himself to the pleasure. You grabbed the sides of his thighs and braced yourself, letting him know that he can do whatever he wanted to. Thus, he started thrusting his hips with a slow but harsh pace. You did your best to relax your throat more and went as far as to brush your fingertips against his balls.

"Shit, (Y/N)," He hissed and picked up pace, the roughness easing up a bit. "That mouth- Gonna fuckin' ruin me-"

It was satisfying to know how much power you held over Joel Miller, but it was only a matter of time that he found out just how much power he held over you.

He pushed your head against the wall, anchoring you in place and gave you a moment to breathe, before searching your eyes for permission to absolutely ruin, or rather, destroy you - you just wanted him to fuck your mouth until you couldn't take it anymore (you were also sure that, even if it got to the point, you'd still beg for his cock down your throat).

He firmly pressed his hands to the back of your head to keep your head from hitting the wall and began thrusting his hips again. You had nowhere to run, he literally had you trapped and it turned you on so much.

His pace became rougher overtime and he began making you gag with each hit to the back of your throat. The noises were bringing him closer to climax and you were more than ready to have him spill his seed down your throat, but he seemed to have another idea.

A growl, gruttal, erupted from his throat and he pulled back at the same time. You panted, a thin line of saliva connected his cock to your lips and tears were gathered at the corners of your eyes, not to mention your throbbing pussy.

He groaned and held your chin in his palm, looking down at you while he breathed heavily. "So pretty down on your knees for me..."

You moaned when he leaned down to kiss you, not even thinking about the usual ew you just had my dick in your mouth I'm not gonna kiss you.

You sighed - What a man.

He was no boy, oh no. Joel was a man: Older, more experienced and was about to prove how he wasn't after just his own pleasure, that he also knew how to please his partner. He was also going to show how much your pleasure mattered to him and how much it turned him on to see you lose yourself in the euphoria.

He pulled his boxers up but stepped out of his pants which were pooled around his ankles, leaving his shoes with the bunch, then helped you up as he tasted himself on your tongue. He lifted you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you over to the table in your room. He carefully placed you on the hard, wooden surface and proceeded to take off your bra; you kissed his neck lightly as he did, which made him sigh into your hair. You then sucked a hickey right above his collarbone, which made him, quite literally, rip your bra off. You snickered at his reaction, taken aback by how harshly he threw your bra across the room. The gesture seemed to have awoken something primal within him: "What? You want another bite, sugar?"

You nodded, pushing your legs apart instinctively, your skirt doing a sinful job at covering you. He looked down to where you were inviting him, then looked back at you. Smirking, he lowered himself onto his knees: "I'm afraid I'll have to tend to the rest of your body another time, sweetheart."

You blinked and stared at him as he gently put your legs over his shoulders: "Another time?"

"Wouldn't you wanna... do this again?" He asked a little hesitantly.

"I..." Your dumbfounded expression stretched to an excited one, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd love nothing more."

Joel smiled back, then turned his head to place a kiss on the inside of your right thigh after grunting: "Good."

You gasped at how good the scratch of his beard felt against the sensitive skin of your thigh. His kisses were wet and accompanied by occasional sucks here and there, until he bit down at the soft flesh.

"Joel- Ah, fuck," You tugged at his hair, but this time without the intentions of stopping him from marking you. You absolutely adored the way he knew exactly what he was doing and it was perfect.

He then followed the same path on your left thigh: Kisses, sucks and a bite on the exact same spot. You bucked your hips forward with a desperate, pathetic moan.

"What's that? You want somethin'?" Joel looked up into your eyes, slowly sneaking his hands up to entwine them with yours. "Speak up, darlin'."

The pet names were an ache both in your heart and pussy, so you spoke up, barely: "I need you Joel..."

The words made him stand up, your legs still over his broad shoulders. He leaned down, made your legs drop onto the crooks of his arms. He held them as he leaned further down until your noses almost touched, your legs and arms wrapping around his body: "Yeah? Tell me what you need baby."

"I need you to-" You stumbled on your words for a moment because, as much as you wanted to experience how it was like to have your pussy eaten by Joel Miller, you also needed his cock inside you - ASAP. "Fuck, Joel, I need your- your mouth-"

He interrupted you with a deep kiss, then pulled back and sat down on his knees once more, pulling your legs over his shoulders. You didn't stop a long and loud whine from leaving your throat when he pushed your panties aside and licked all the way from the source of your juices up to your clit. His hands had a hard grip around your hips, hopefully hard enough to leave marks.

"Joel..." You threw your head back lazily as he lapped at your juices. You put one hand on the back of his head while the other supported you to stand straight on the desk, your legs squeezing around his head lightly. It was the breaking point for you when he pushed your legs apart and pulled back, his beard glistening.

"Be a good girl and keep them pretty legs open for me."

Your jaw hit the ground, hard, and you felt your soul leaving your body right before he dived back into your folds. A silent scream hung on the edge of your mouth when he sucked your clit, the sticky noises making your legs tremble uncontrollably. You had a particularly hard time keeping your legs open, so when they closed around his head again, Joel swatted your inner thigh, making you jump up with a gasp.

He looked into your eyes, pulled back and spoke once more: "What did I just say?" You immediately opened up for him, spreading your thighs as far as you could, almost at a 150° angle. That didn't seem to be enough for him, however, so he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him until you were sitting at the edge of the desk: "Don't push it, girl. Repeat it."

"Okay!" You cried out when he bit down on your sensitive skin, harder than before, adding another mark right next to the first one. "I'll keep them open, I'll-"

He experimentally licked at your clit and with all the power and strength you could gather, you kept them open. After a moment, he pulled back, gently kissed the place he bit and said: "Good girl."

You couldn't do this anymore, you were so fucking devestated. It was so incredulous, too overwhelming, that you dropped yourself on your back and cried out. Half of Jackson must've heard that, if not your neighbour next door.

He started to kiss your thighs again, and between the kisses he spoke: "Look at you... So wet for me, so good for me." He sucked another hickey -you'd lost count at this point- closer to your pussy and growled. "You gettin' off to this, hm? Some old man eating your pretty little pussy up?"

He wasn't just some man, though. He was Joel Miller. It was Joel fucking Miller between your thighs, talking dirty to you, setting your cheeks, neck and the rest of your body on fire: "Yes, oh god yes-!"

Joel smirked when he realised he was finally getting to you, but hissed when he shifted and his painfully hard cock protested against his thighs. It was time to speed things up a little, even though he was really enjoying having you squirming under his tongue.

He calculated his next move for a moment, then slowly, pressed a finger inside you. However, he ended up retreating the digit when your legs snapped shut around his shoulders at the feel, and you realised the mistake you made a moment too late. You immediately stood up where you sat and he got up with you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly: "Alright, if you're not gonna be good and listen to me..."

He suddenly pulled you off the desk, carried you bridal style and climbed onto the bed with you in his arms. It all happened so fast you couldn't even process how you were suddenly sitting on the bed between Joel's legs. He settled down and leaned his back against the headboard, then pulled you flush into his chest: "Open up."

You did as he asked and as soon as you parted your legs, he planted his feet next to the insides of your calves, so that you couldn't close them. Your head dropped against his right shoulder and he was quick to pepper your neck with kisses again. His right hand sneaked down to your panties while his other hand kneaded your breast. You whined, eyes closed: "Joel..."

"That feel good, baby?" He whispered against the shell of your ear, then lightly nibbled on it.

"Yes, yes-" You spoke, feverish, then interrupted yourself with a moan once he inserted a finger inside you. You tried to move, but he immediately wrapped his hand around your throat and inserted a second finger.

"Oh no," He snickered, placing a mocking kiss on your cheek. "You don't get to have whatever you want, not after that show you pulled off." You wanted to respond, but his erection digging at your lower back and the fast come hither motions inside you making your legs tremble gave you a hard time multitasking. "You don't get to be all cute to me- then go kiss other boys. Oh, no you don't..."

You were overheating, malfunctioning and feeling dizzy, the familiar white hot pleasure tingling around the corner. You couldn't move- you could only sink your nails into the sides of his thighs as he fucked you with his thick fingers - two buried, pumping deep inside you and five of them around your throat did indescribable things to you.

"Where'd all that confidence go, huh?" He chuckled after he suddenly pulled out and you cried out, not speaking but physically begging to have him inside you. "You pissed me off a lot, you know- Fuck, n' I'm still givin' you what you ask for. You see what you do to me, sweetie?"

You nodded, a phantom of the word yes left your lips, then suddenly you pushed yourself impossibly closer to him when he re-entered with three fingers, stretching you so fucking good: "Oh Joel, please~"

He listened to you say his name over and over like a silent prayer as his fingers produced incredible pleasure and noises from between your legs. Each thrust of his fingers equaled a high-pitched gasp- he kept at it for another moment, bringing you closer and closer to your climax, then pulled out and unexpectedly squeezed the hand around your throat: "You think you deserve this, huh? After everything you did- Think you earned it?"

"N-No," You replied hesitantly, thrusting your hips forward as you did, which earned you a smack across your oversensitive thigh. "Fuck-!"

"Tsk," He shifted his hand upwards, turning your jaw more to the left so he could pepper your jaw with ghostly kisses. "I'm spoilin' you... Don't even know your place-"

"No, I do-" You switched tactics and tried begging verbally, but it earned you another smack, this time right on your pussy, which made you jump.

He cooed, rubbing your clit: "Who does this belong to, then?"

"You- To you," You gulped, breath hitching at the sensation, your bare shoulders tensing against his chest.

He smacked your pussy again, then asked: "Couldn't hear you, darlin'." As soon as you moaned another series of yous, he kissed your neck affectionately, then whispered: "Atta girl."

He took his time while he coaxed your orgasm out of you. A soft yet effective press of the pads of his fingers against your nerves and, with a series of profanities spilling from your mouth with moans, you came undone- saw the stars when he helped you through your orgasm and overstimulated you afterwards.

Boneless was one word to describe your state, melted was another. You were practically both, you couldn't even lift a finger when he removed himself from behind you and laid you down on the bed. The both of you were covered in sweat and panting, you almost missed the adoration in Joel's eyes when he brushed some hair away from your face. Your legs were still trembling, hickeys were showing their colours on your skin and he couldn't help but place the most gentle kiss on your lips, then replaced his mouth with his sticky fingers. He stood on his knees between your legs and extended his arm to your face: "Suck." You obeyed immediately, taking at first two, then three fingers into your mouth. You sucked and licked them, making Joel hiss: "We're not done yet."

"Good," You sighed, leaving his fingers with a wet sound and smirking at him wickedly. You wanted him to unload on you, punish you for misbehaving.

"You're a naughty girl, ain't ya?" He growled, snickering down at you as he removed your panties and threw them... somewhere. You nodded, regaining your energy, that bratty smile driving him crazy. "Get up. On all fours."

"And... What if I don't?" You smiled innocently at him, dragging your foot up the insides of his thighs. Clearly, your confidence started sprouting again and that needed to be taken care of. He stared into your eyes all the while, then hissed when your foot pressed against his clothed crotch.

Without saying another word, he suddenly grabbed your ankles, yanked you towards him and turned you around in a single second, making you yelp. He pressed his body on yours, putting his forearms next to your head and leaned in to your ear: "Oh, that's not how it works, princess." He placed a kiss behind your ear and pulled you up by your hips, pressing on the back of your neck so you stayed down while he raised your ass up, arching your back. Your skirt, once more, sinfully and barely covered your ass and Joel moaned at the sight, then yanked his underwear down, a hand ghosting over your ass: "I'm gonna make sure," He grunted as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, then traced it up and down, coating it with your juices. "That you forget your name after we're done." He started to push in, slowly as he didn't want to cause you any discomfort. "But you'll still remember who you belong to."

"Ah~" You moaned, grabbing his hips as he pushed in. The promise of having your insides rearranged sounded too good to be true, but there you were, Joel's cock inside you and making you lose your mind. He stopped when he finally had his cock completely buried in you. "You're so- So, oh- So big-"

"Hm? Does it feel good?" His voice strained as he did his best to wait for you to adjust.

"So good, Joel- Feels so fucking good," You were practically crying at that point, without tears that was. You noticed how his behaviour changed when you responded to him, when you behaved like his good girl.

"Yeah?" He began moving very slowly, eyes closed, struggling to keep his posture. "Good-" He groaned, then removed your hands from his thighs and brought them together behind your back. He took your wrists in one hand, pressed them against your waist and started fucking you. His hips snapped against your ass and the backs of your thighs, the noises that came out as a result were absolutely amazing.

His thrusts were precise: For someone who had a hard time controlling himself, he had incredible control over his body while he fucked you into the mattress, setting fire to your insides once more.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the edge again, bringing down a few smacks down your ass here and there, making you gasp and push your hips down on his cock. However, the start of your unravelling was triggered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. He didn't yank on it, but he held your head off the pillows and made you cry out: "Fuck!"

"You like this, sweetheart?" He growled when you clenched around him. "So tight- Goddamn-"

You wish you could say you were embarrassed when you let out another high-pitched moan- a sound you didn't know you were capable of making. Suddenly he turned you around and pushed you on your back, grabbed your thighs, hooked them over his own, then sunk into you again. He didn't move, though, which made you look up with a devastated expression, only to find him snickering at you: "Look at you..."

You sighed, pushing yourself up and down, telling him to start moving, but a hand around your throat had you paralysed on spot: "So pretty with my cock in your tight little cunt." You moaned and gripped his biceps which looked delicious under the moonlight: "You want me to fuck you, huh baby?"

"Yes, yes Joel-" You nodded furiously, thighs trembling around his waist. He started rocking into you again, making you look into his eyes as he did.

"You wanna know what it feels like when a man makes you cum?" He gritted his teeth and picked up pace, going deeper.

"Yes!" Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, your juices leaking out of your pussy. "Please fuck me Joel-!"

You couldn't tell if it was a moan or a shout that came out of Joel's mouth (as well as yours), but it clearly had magical effects as you felt a second wave of orgasm wash over you. His hand around your throat joined the other on your hips, with a bruising grip that you already came to love.

He suddenly pulled out and a second later, had his seed spilling on your abdomen. He clearly waited for you to finish first, which made your heart do a few flips. He slowly lowered himself on top of you as he panted, a hand resting on the side of your head, caressing it gently. Your hand instinctively went through his hair and held him there, too shocked to actually say anything, legs trembling occasionally.

"Shit..." He finally sighed and dragged his head off your chest and looked into your eyes. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It took you second to process what he asked. You blinked and nodded, eyes glowing and beaming at him: "I'm okay- No, you didn't hurt me, I'm fine. I really..."

"What?" He offered a small smile and moved his hand onto your cheek, noticing how you were suddenly shying away. "You liked it?"

You nodded once more, smile turning mischievous: "I did." You then slowly pushed on his chest: "Very much..." His heart started beating faster the second his back met the mattress and you straddled his hips. The short amount of time it took your insides to start coiling with desire again excited you. Joel was about the same- A simple motion such as getting on top of him, rubbing your wetness on his skin almost immediately had his softening member fully hard again. "We're not done yet, are we?"

There wasn't any indication that you were taking over as far as Joel could tell, but after what you both did, you were full of surprises in his eyes: "No, we're not sweetheart." You flashed your teeth at him before taking him in hand and pumping him a few times, feeling him grow larger in your palm. He growled and grabbed your hips, then slammed you down on his cock, making you moan loudly: "Oh, we're not done, alright."

You put your hands on his chest to get some sort of support, but didn't move, expecting him to start thrusting up into you. He didn't, though, so you gave him a quizzical look. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slowly began moving down your thighs.

"Go on," He groaned. "Show me what you got."

Your brain, once again, short-circuited but Joel made sure to snap you back to reality- literally. He snapped his hips up and the force made you let out a short squeal, immediately putting you to work.

The moment you started rocking your hips back and forth, the grip he had on your thighs tightened. You purposefully put your arms closer together so that your breasts pressed against one another, and the noises you made with your skirt still around your waist - the sight made him throw his head back on the pillows and had a moan escaping his throat. You started moving faster, which made him hold your waist with one hand and smack your ass with the other, making you jump forwards.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "Fucking yourself on my cock like this-"

The dirty talk shot right through to your clit and your movements faltered, your thighs squeezing around his hips. Something feral and raw poked its head out from its hiding spot, hidden amongst your fantasies, so you picked up pace but not without grabbing his wrists and slamming them above his head, keeping them there as you rode him.

Joel was, once again, surprised at the sudden move, but he allowed you to chase your pleasure for a while. He closed his eyes and focused entirely on the motion of your hips and the tightness of your cunt.

It felt so good.

To finally have you for himself- it still came with a side of guilt, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care. You wanted this, you needed him and you told him, this wasn't some stupid dream or his late night thoughts: This was quite real.

Not for too long, though. He was almost lost in the pleasure when he noticed your hand going down to your clit.

Your cries came to an abrupt halt when he suddenly wriggled his hands out of your grasp and had one wrapped around your throat, the other holding the hand on your clit behind your back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly: "So eager to cum, are you? To fuck me over, huh?"

"Yes," You moaned, even though you weren't sure what he truly meant by fucking him over. "Only you- Only for you-"

The words made Joel's hips thrust up, touching a new spot deep within you, then set a brutal pace. You could only hold onto his forearm below your throat as he fucked you and stimulated that spot.

"Who does this belong to?" He asked, pressing a thumb right onto your clit, bringing you to the very edge.

"You, Joel," Your now free hand pressed on his thumb to move it, but he was quick to swat your hand away.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled and lowered you closer to him.

"You- I belong to you," You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please, l-let me cum..."

"Such a good girl, ain't you?" He kissed your cheek and picked up the brutal pace as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. You couldn't take it anymore, so you let go.

No one had made you come like Joel Miller did, thrice in the same night.

With a final gruttal groan, he thrusted his cock deep inside you and spilled his seed, the exhaustion and the feeling knocking you on your face on his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, thrusted a few more times and went incredibly still, save for the panting.

"That was... so fucking good..." You breathed and made Joel's chest tremble with a brief laugh.

"Oh sugar," He placed an affectionate kiss on your forehead. "You're gonna be the death of me."

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javierpinme · 3 years ago

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The Catalyst

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: sexual tension, mention of Cara Dune is its own warning

Rating: T

Summary: You don't know why you thought you could make it one day without fighting with Mando. The tension has been building for a while and it looks like you're about to reach the conclusion of it.

A/N: I originally sent this in as a thot as an anon hoping I would finally stop thinking about it, but alas I couldn’t so here we are. I originally uploaded this on AO3 a week ago and realized that I never put it on here.

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The cheers of the villagers are a complete contrast to the earlier events filled with screams, flesh tearing, and blasters firing. The threat of the raiders is over. Mando and you have made it out alive with zero casualties. The only acknowledgement between the two of you after Cara and him solved the problem of the AT-ST is a stiff nod. Anything more than that would reveal your hidden feelings; you're not ready to unpack that one just yet. The adrenaline of the ordeal is shifting into a state of exhaustion. The familiar ache seeping into your joints and muscles that usually follows post-battle.

Mando is tired too. You can see it in the way he slumps his shoulders and his slower than normal strides with Cara. You walk to your temporary living situation and don't even bother to remove your clothes that more than likely have blood on it. You'll deal with your dirty sheets in the morning. You sit down on the edge of your cot and your boots are mocking you. Why did you have to pick shoe wear that involves you bending to untie them? Your muscles are screaming at you to relieve the tension building. There aren't that many comforts in the galaxy, but even the cot felt like a 5 star hotel bed when you feel like this. Mando comes into the hut shortly after though he never removes his armor. You respect his creed, but there wasn't a threat anymore. It can't be comfortable sleeping like that, but telling him would make it seem like you care. You don't, of course.

You don't usually feel the need to fill the silence, but you find yourself filling it. Goodnight. There's a pause from the other side of the hut and your mind starts running that you crossed an unspoken invisible line that the two of you created. Then you hear it. Goodnight.

There's warmth from the sun rays spilling onto your features when the sun starts to rise. You can see children running around off in the distance and you can't help the smile forming on your face hearing their laughter. They more than likely haven't known peace since the raiders started their wrath. It felt good to have played a role in that.

The stretch you do lying in the cot feels wonderful on your back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mando in a similar state of relaxation. His hands are folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. He must have noticed you were awake, because he immediately breaks the moment by leaving. Does he ever stay still? You can't help the drawn out sigh that falls from your lips and close your eyes to take in the sounds surrounding you.

The sound of heavy footsteps cause you to open your eyes along with the feeling of something being placed on your on the edge of your cot. Breakfast. He brought you breakfast. Good morning, thanks. Morning. He says with a grunt at your appreciation of bringing you food. You lift yourself up with a groan to a seated position and enjoy the moment. It was too quiet.

You’re not even sure how you got here. The reason for your argument in the first place was drowned out by your inner need for dominance. You were at a slight disadvantage due to the towering presence of beskar, but what you did have going for you was your stubbornness and smart retort to his intimidation tactics. You’re both vibrating with unresolved tension with no chance of release; nothing to redirect what you’re feeling so resorting to your usual vices which is screaming at each other.

It wasn’t always like this. You used to make him laugh underneath that tin can sometimes. Sometime between being just a crew member to whatever it was that was beginning to develop between the two of you that was when the fights started. It was easier than dealing with the latter. The galaxy was too harsh for allowing anyone to feel love without anguish following closely behind. The only communication you seemed to agree on was silence, yelling, and sarcasm. It was easier that way.

You’re in Sorgan and it’s pouring outside. He’s trying to get you to go inside, but you’re so damn stubborn you refuse just out of spite. It doesn’t even matter that your clothes are soaked causing your body’s response to the freezing temperature. He can probably hear your teeth chattering from where he’s standing. The thunder and lightning isn’t helping. It adds another layer of the already volatile situation you’ve both found yourselves in. Why is it so fucking cold?

Dammit you’ll get sick. You’re not useful to me if you’re bedridden.

That’s it. That’s the catalyst. You're not sure if he can even see the glare you're giving him in the darkness, but you hope he does. You can’t stand to be in the same room with him anymore. Even just the thought of hearing him breathe at this point is a nuisance. It’s almost too much. It will kill you, you’re sure of it. I’m bunking with Cara. He’s lost his patience. You can tell from the heaving of his chest, but you can’t find it in you to care. You don’t need to see his face to know there is a scowl under there. You’re surprised you can’t see smoke coming out of that helmet. Why isn’t he saying anything? His body is so rigid and tense. You might have gone too far this t-

What are you doing?!

He’s thrown you over his shoulders to carry you back to the hut you share. It’s like you don’t even weigh anything even with the extra weight your soaked clothes add. You would be impressed with his strength if you weren’t supposed to pretend how much you hated it so you thrash your legs in protest. You liked the screaming better. Now you feel like he’s treating you like a petulant child by giving you the silent treatment. He’s trying to make you look like the one with the temper tantrum because there might be witnesses. You’d be surprised if you didn’t wake up the whole village. He can probably feel how freezing you are and puts you down. Without saying another word he kneels down in front of the fireplace to create warmth in the room. The only sounds filling the room are the crackle of the fire and your own shallow breaths.

Your clothes. Take it off or I will.

You know you can’t keep your clothes on. You know you need to change into something dry, but you refuse again just to establish you’re the one in control. You’re in control. Not him. Realistically you’re aware you could get sick and you would probably need to stay in bed. Then you briefly wonder if he has a filter in that helmet because you’d definitely sneeze in his face if he didn’t. How can you change when he’s made no move to even turn around?

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.

What?

You had argued about god knows what and you left to blow off steam the day before. By the time you made it back the hue in the hut changed from that orange soft glow that golden hour usually brings to a soft blue. It would have been pretty if you weren’t so damn annoyed still. Mando was asleep thankfully so no awkward dance of trying to ignore the other in close quarters. You watched the soft rise and fall of his chest signaling he was indeed asleep. He was almost tolerable when he was sleeping even with the snoring. Almost cute. Almost. It didn’t matter that you never saw what was under the helmet, but you would never give him any indication of that. You were so tired. You were physically drained from the day so you took off your clothes haphazardly and changed into a nightshirt to sleep your frustrations away. Tomorrow will be better.

You were awake the whole time and didn’t say anything? You seethed.

You seemed to be having trouble and I didn’t want to hear your complaining when you inevitably tripped.

He’s challenging you. You’re both very well aware the dam could break based on your next move and he’s not going to lay out all his cards. Would the fighting even stop? Even with the resolve of all your combined tension? You’re taking too long and he’s staring. It’s hard to tell when all you see is a black abyss in place for eyes, but you can feel them boring into yours with loathing or is it desire?

You’re going to get sick if you don’t change.

He cares, but he would never give you any indication of that. He takes a step towards you to let you know he wasn’t lying about his earlier statement. If you’re going to do this you’re going to make a fuss about it. It’s childish, yes, but you don’t have it in you to care. It’s better than laying out all your cards. He can’t enjoy this if you’re glaring at him. I hate you. No, you don’t.

Never losing eye contact you start untying your boots. Glare. The cool air is doing nothing to calm your heated skin after your shirt is removed, but you can’t decide if the temperature is rising from anger or something else. Don’t enjoy this. Too late. The rain is still roaring outside and there’s almost an electric charge in the room waiting to spark. It’s too quiet. Then he says,

Glare all you want but this is doing something for me.

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britishassistant · 4 years ago

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Supervillain AU! I formally request the special addition of Yuu’s first kidnapping please.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

“Yoo-hoo, Reporter-chan? Wakey-wakey, it’ll be bad for you if you don’t get up soon~”

Yuu shakes their head groggily, the sing-songy voice not helping the pounding in their temple.

“Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?” They mumble, blinking to try and get their eyes to focus.

“Dammit Deuce, you gave them brain damage.” A familiar, much more annoyed sounding voice said. “Their head’s gonna be all screwy and useless now, dumbass.”

“It was just a lovetap though!” A third voice, also familiar, protested.

The floor finally stopped moving in front of their eyes and Yuu realized some very important things.

One, the floor they were staring at was not the floor of the library where they last remembered being.

Two: Their arms and legs seemed to be tied tight to the arms and legs of an iron garden chair.

Three: There are many odd-looking people standing near them, all in clothes that are too coordinated not to be a uniform but too outlandish to represent a government group of some kind.

Oh Great Seven, Yuu thinks with a rising sort of hysteria. It’s finally happened.

Clowns have come to take me away for not brushing my teeth enough like Mom said when I was little.

“...Are ya sure you didn’t break ‘em?”

“...”

“Deuce.”

Yuu wonders if they should feel offended at being talked around like this.

“Enough of this nonsense!” A hand seizes Yuu’s chin and pulls their head up to face the latest speaker. An imperious-looking young man stands and walks towards the reporter, clicking his fingers. “Three of Clovers.”

A tall man in glasses hands the imperious young man what Yuu recognizes as their wallet. The shorter man glances at the contents disdainfully. “You. First and last name and age, now.”

“Y-Yuu Radcliffe, 23 years.” The reporter stutters, their initial hysteria morphing into a sinking feeling in their gut. If not the clowns, then... “Can I ask who I have the pleasure of talking to?”

“No.” The redhead holding their wallet snaps. “Current occupation and birthday?”

“Field reporter at TWST local news.” They force themselves to relax the fists their hands have balled into. “March 18th.”

Remember what Uncle Divvy always says. Stay calm, act cooperative, do or say whatever you need to to avoid injury. Any supervillains on this level trying to curry favor with or blackmail the dumb bird will have to go through Uncle Divvy first to contact him, and he’ll take care of the rest.

All Yuu needs to do is keep themselves alive until then.

They still can’t help but dread what they know is coming next.

The supervillain seems to notice their distress, and smirks cruelly. He takes his time walking forward and leaning down until he’s on the reporter’s eye level, hands resting on the back of the chair and eyes flicking over their face, almost as if he’s savoring the moment before he makes their life that much more painful.

Yuu braces themselves as he opens his mouth–!

“What is the best type of tea?”

Huh?

“Wait, what? I don’t—” Yuu asks, backpedalling as the supervillain’s face grows stormy at their lack of response. “Uuh...green tea? I guess? I mean, it’s the one I like the most, but I’m more of a coffee or hot cocoa person, so I’m not the best one to ask...”

The person holding their chin sucks in through their teeth and the annoyed familiar voice outside their periphary snickers “Oooh, busted~”

The supervillain is beginning to go as red as his hair, and the reporter can hear his teeth grinding. His hands are now gripping the back of the chair so tight Yuu would almost swear they hear the metal by their ears creak.

“Ri–Royal.” The man with glasses says.

The supervillain inhales and exhales almost violently, until what’s visible of his face under that mask is looking less flushed.

“The correct answer,” He says, voice trembling with emotion. “Was all teas at their due times. To drink green tea instead of rosehip at breakfast, or lemon tea at 8pm...the nerve of your arrogance is astounding!”

Yuu...genuinely isn’t sure how they’re supposed to respond to that. Instead they just go with, “I’m sorry, I’ve never had rosehip or lemon tea. Do you like them?”

“Do I—?!” The supervillain’s mouth works soundlessly, gradually going red again. He pushes off the chair sharply. “I—the ro—i-it’s not a matter of liking!! These are the Rules!! And the Rules must be obeyed!! Three of Clovers!”

“Yes, Royal Flush?” The glasses man asks.

“The reporter is forbidden from having any montblanc after dinner, and will take two cups of lemon tea at 8pm tonight and two cups of rosehip tomorrow at breakfast.” Royal Flush flashes them a cruel smirk. “Consider it a light punishment for your impertinence.”

Yuu blinks. Tries to make sense of what they’ve just heard.

Blinks again.

“You know if you just wanted to ask me out to dinner, I’d have taken a nice invitation or a bouquet. You didn’t need to knock me out and tie me up like this, I’m not that picky. I do have Tinder.”

Glasses guy makes a choking noise and erupts into a coughing fit.

The hand that’s been holding Yuu’s chin migrates to their shoulder for support as its owner lets out an undignified snort and gasps out something that sounds vaguely like “why wasn’t I recording, that was Magicam gold!” as he giggles. He’s a redhead too, but much more orange than his boss.

There’s a sputter of hysterical laughter that has Yuu twisting their head to see the two guys and the cat from the hydroelectric plant, both with these odd-looking metal collars around their necks, but otherwise unharmed. The talking cat is trussed up in so many ropes that it looks more like a bobblehead, also wearing a weird collar.

The third redheaded one is bracing his hands on his knees, wheezing out a litany of “holy shit, holy shit” between chortles. The dark haired one is holding the cat a confused expression, cutting off his friend’s laughter when he turns to ask, “Ace, what’s tinder?”

The momentary silence lets an odd squeaking noise be heard.

One that gradually grows in volume until it’s an outright screech coming from the supervillain in front of them. He’s so red Yuu is honestly worried about his blood pressure, pointing a shaking finger at them.

“I—YOU—YOU—OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!”

Yuu chokes a little at the feeling of cold metal materializing around their neck, dragging their head down with its weight. The supervillain continues screeching, refusing to even look at the reporter. “YOU—! DUNGEON! RIGHT NOW!! NO DESSERTS!! GO!!”

There’s an awkward moment as Royal Flush turns away from them, as if expecting them to get up and walk out of their own accord while his back is to them.

“...So, does that mean you want them to untie me or something, or...?” Yuu wiggles their firmly bound hands and feet for emphasis.

The supervillian makes a sound like a kettle whistling, before he barks out. “Two of Spades! Ace of Hearts! GET them OUT OF MY SIGHT until they’re WILLING to COOPERATE!!”

The dark haired young man quickly shuffles forward, grabs the back of the chair, and drags it and the poor reporter attached to it out of the room and into the corridor. The metal screeches as it moves from carpet to concrete.

“Wh—Two, no, untie them first.” The man with glasses says, despairing, appearing in the doorway. “You’ll mark up the floor otherwise.”

“Ah! Sorry, senpai!” Two looks between the cat in his arms and the knots on the chair, before shoving the cat into the arms of the redhead who answers to “Ace”. Neither of them look happy with this development.

“Fgnah! Quit squeezing, ya jerk!” The cat protests, wriggling as best it can.

“Oh? What’s that? I’m sorry, I just need to make sure that greatest, lamest supervillain in the city doesn’t escape to go setting random crap in the lair on fire again.” Ace says sweetly, grip tightening.

“Tha’s your fault, an’ you know it!” The cat wheezes out, thrashing harder.

Yuu winces. “Hey, quit hurting him. Whatever he did, he doesn’t deserve this.”

The dark haired minion barks out a laugh as he tugs the ropes away from their right wrist while his redheaded counterpart sneers at them.

“Oh really? Bet you’ll change your tune real quick once you learn it’s thanks to him you’re here in the first place.” Ace of Hearts mocks. “Dumb monster sang like a damn canary when Royal pressured him a tiiiny bit, saying it was all your fault his precious ingredient is now in the sewers.”

“Tha’s a lie!” The monster? cat blurts out too quickly for comfort. “It’s all these two morons, I swear!”

“Why you little—“

“I don’t care.” Yuu cuts in before Two of Spades can hit the animal. “I didn’t destroy that thing, but even if none of you said anything, your boss would’ve found out I was involved anyway from watching my report on it on the news. So I don’t care, just-just quit hurting him.”

There’s a tense moment as the two minions stare down at the reporter. They do their best to meet the gazes without flinching.

Then the Ace of Hearts tosses the cat into their lap as the Two of Spades sinks back down to keep working on their ankle. “Fine. Since you like it so much, you can take care of it. Just don’t expect me to cover for your ass—you still owe me for the power plant.”

“I’m sorry?” Yuu curls their free arm around the bundle of rope, fur, and yowling insults and pulls it closer to them. “Shouldn’t that be the other way round?”

“You locked me in a closet with him!” Ace hisses. “Do you know how hard it was to get out before the cops came with him freaking out and messing stuff up?!”

“Oi.” Two shoots him a dark look from where he’s finished untying the reporter’s left hand. “Like you weren’t whining about us being digested until you knocked a broom over!”

“Sh-shut up!”

“Well excuse me for trying to save your lives.” Yuu bites back, rubbing the rope marks on their wrists. “Next time I’ll just run and let the sludge monster eat your unconscious bodies.”

“It’d save us all the trouble of this shit if you did!” Ace spits, jabbing a finger at his collar. “At least then we wouldn’t be on Royal’s shit list!”

Yuu lets the piece of information they were just given marinate in their brain as they glare at him. Well, now what exactly was that supposed to mean?

“Ngh...this knot won’t come loose.” Two says from by the reporter’s left foot.

“How about now?” Replies an unfamiliar voice, as a disembodied hand pulls deftly at a loop in the rope.

“Ah!” Two of Spades brightens up as the rest of the rope falls away. “Thanks a lot—”

The disembodied hand punches him in the face.

Yuu cries out in alarm at the sight of the minion falling backwards into the Ace of Hearts, knocking him down like a bowling pin.

A pair of clawed hands are then scooping them up, extra cat and all, and the reporter finds themself looking at the unsettlingly wide smile and purple cat ears of one of the city’s top heroes, running at full speed while sharpened playing cards whizz past his face and Ace calls out behind them “Senpai! It’s him again!!”

There’s a percussive boom somewhere in the distance, and screams of how the flamingos are loose as the hero winks down at Yuu. “Seems you’re a popular one today, kitten! But let’s get you back to where you where before you were so rudely catnapped, yes?”

“Not so fast, hero!” The orange haired guy choruses from the entrance to the staircase, and—from behind them as well?

The reporter’s heart sinks as more and more versions of the minion keep popping up around them, to the point where the hero is forced to stand on the bannister of the balcony they’re on.

And based on the fact that the hero hasn’t used his invisibility? Intangibility? powers, it’s likely that he can’t use them while holding Yuu and the cat.

They’re surrounded.

“You really can’t keep your paws out of anything that’s mine, can you?” Royal Flush’s tone is clipped as he glares up at the hero.

“Hey R-kun, Three-kun!” The hero pouts, hugging Yuu closer to his chest. “I come a~ll this way to play, only to find you’ve got a nyew toy you’re already playing with without me! How mean! You guys really are cruel!!”

“We’re sorry about that.” Three of Clovers says, edging closer. “If you just hand the reporter over to Four, they’ll be put away and we can all “play” together, no distractions. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

The hero makes a deliberating noise, holding Yuu out and away from him over the drop, tilting his head this way and that.

His grin grows unsettlingly wider.

“Look, R-kun, Three-kun!” The hero calls out. “Nyo hands!”

Wait, what—

The hero’s body vanishes.

Yuu and the monster cat plummet screaming past the illogically winding staircases of the evil lair.

Yuu tries to angle their body so that the frantically crying cat will be shielded from the brunt of the fall—!

“NO!!”

There’s a sound like glass shattering, and a feeling of being enveloped in something soft, cold and buoyant. The two of them bounce a few times and land back on it more gently each time.

Yuu cracks open their eyes to see that they’re seated on a strange, red, jelly-like mass. The cat in their arms tentatively sniffs, and then lunges to take a bite out of their cushion before the reporter can stop him.

“Shtrawberry?” He says through a full mouth. “Tashtes good!”

The reporter grabs him before he can go for another bite, a little thrown by his speed now that collar isn’t weighing him down. But where did this thing come from–?

Yuu looks up.

Royal Flush is leaning dangerously far over the balcony countless flights of stairs above them, one arm outstretched down towards them.

They stare at each other for a moment.

Then clawed hands fasten around Yuu’s waist again with a cheery “Nyow wasn’t that fun?” and Royal Flush visibly tenses and begins screaming things after the escaping hero that are barely legible through his rage.

The hero deposits them both outside the TWST news station with their wallet and phone back in their pockets. He at least helps them untie the monster cat, who promptly declares he just let them protect him, and scarpers.

Of course the hero is gone too when Yuu turns back around, before they can ask him what the hell he was playing at, dropping them like that, was he insane?! If Royal Flush hadn’t interfered...

The reporter has to fight the urge to lose their lunch.

Their boss rushes out and envelopes them in a surprisingly powerful hug, the woman almost lifting the reporter off their feet as she babbles about whether or not Yuu needs a hospital after getting kidnapped by one of the seven major supervillains.

Yuuken is quick to join the embrace with a bear hug of his own. He pulls back, fingers prodding gently at Yuu’s bruised temple and declaring he’ll drive them to hospital to make sure they don’t have a concussion.

He graciously waits until they’re in the car to ask why Yuu smells so much of strawberries.

The reporter can only give a half answer, partly because they don’t want to worry him, and partly because they have another question of their own buzzing incessantly around their brain.

Why was Yuu kidnapped in the first place?

Royal Flush never even mentioned Crowley, despite all the chances he had to do so. Not even an oblique or confusing metaphor or code. Does that mean he’s ignorant of the connection between Yuu and the League?

But if that’s the case, it circles back around to the first question: why kidnap Yuu to begin with?

Somehow the reporter doubts it was to just ask their tea preferences or invite them to dinner.

Those minions referred to that monster as Royal Flush’s “precious ingredient”. Ingredient for what? Is there something that Royal Flush thinks they witnessed that’s integral to a scheme? Did they witness something and just not realize it’s significance?

Yuu’s reporter senses are screaming that there’s a deeper story to uncover here. Yuu’s common sense is screaming that investigating the dangerous plans of the supervillain they’ve just escaped from is a terrible idea.

Though he could have just...let them fall. But he didn’t. And won’t he just kidnap them again regardless?

...

This is a terrible idea.

But if Yuu’s common sense was stronger than their reporter senses, then they wouldn’t be in this city in the first place, would they?

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