#i have spent the past two days playing this game nonstop

[majunju]

[bloomingpaper]

dancing in the rain / steve rogers

word count: 645.

warnings: none.

— imagine dancing in the rain with Steve...

It has been raining nonstop in Upstate New York for the past two days. That means you and the rest of the Avengers' crew have spent the past two days inside the building. It seems on rainy days, the city rests, including the criminals.

Everyone has been trying to occupy themselves by playing video games, reading, training, and listening to music. Today, Tony is blaring AC/DC music on the bust, "Have you ever thought about turning that down?" Bucky yells at him over the music.

Tony smirked, "Nope, the thought never crossed my mind." He shouts back.

"Hey Tony, is the speaker waterproof?" Steve walks over to the speaker and turns the music down.

"Yes Cap, it's a $3,000 speaker. I sure hope it's at least waterproof. Now, what do you think you're doing?"

"mind if I borrow it for a bit?" Steve picks up the speaker.

"Well, it's already in your hands so I can't really say no."

Steve winks, "good answer Stark." —

You are lying on top of your bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what mission lies ahead. A single knock on your bedroom door cuts off your thought.

"Hey y/n, it's me," you hear Steve say.

"Come on in," you call out.

The door opens, revealing a smiley Steve and a large black speaker in his left hand.

"Are you here to confess your love to me by singing with a speaker over your head?" you laugh,

"Ah I've already done that. I'm here to take you outside," Steve replied, walking towards you,

"I know you have, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again from time to time."

"Love, you know I tell you how much I adore you about 100 times a day."

"That's really true, I sometimes get sick of hearing it."

Steve giggles, "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that and I'm gonna steal you now." He takes his empty hand, gently takes your left hand, and puts it in his. He helps you up from your bed and leads you down the large stairs at the end of the hall.

"So where are you taking me, Steve?" you question

"I thought we could go outside."

"In the rain?"

"Yes, In the rain."

You give him a confused look, and he gives you his brown leather jacket to wear, "aren't you gonna wear a coat? You're gonna freeze or get sick?" you ask.

"Honey, I think you forget who you're dating sometimes. I've already spent enough time frozen."

You both step into the elevator, and Steve presses the 1st-floor button. As you go down the elevator, Steve takes out his phone and searches for something on the screen. He returns his phone in his pocket and holds your hand again when the elevator opens.

—

Once you both are outside the tower, he takes his phone out again, and the song from Howl Moving Castle starts playing from the speaker. It was the Merry Go Round of Life. Howls Moving Castle is one of Steve's favourite movies. Sometimes, he wishes you and him could live in a quiet, magical place where no one knows your name. To have the chance is to run away from all the madness that being an avenger comes with.

You both started slowly dancing to the music in the rain. You look up at Steve with a peaceful expression displayed on your face. He moves your wet hair out of your face, "I would love every version of you y/n. Just like Howl and Sophie love each other no matter what. I just love you endlessly."

"I love you to the moon and back, Steve. You are mine forever and always." You lay your head on his chest.

You continue to dance and hold each other for an hour. You are deeply enjoying the comfort of you both being so close.

[enby-hawke]

Confessions of a Mediocre Mom

Ship: Malcolm/Leandra

Words:1727

Read on A03

 Motherhood fucking sucks.

Leandra thought she would be ready after how much she babysat her nieces and nephews. She knew kids would try your patience. She knew that they were messy. She knew she would be tested harder than she’d ever been. She thought knowing would be enough.

 It was not.

 Looking back she realized that she had spent most of that time playing games and coloring books, rather than feeding and dressing and changing diapers and cleaning mess after mess after mess.

 Leandra didn’t think she could love anyone more than she loved Malcolm. But now her baby consumed her every waking thought and breath. It hurt. She didn’t know love could hurt this much.

 Every moment was spent keeping this child alive and safe, and she was exhausted. More exhausted than she thought was possible. More stressed out than she could even handle. There was so much her mother didn’t prepare her for.

 Like breastfeeding. It was understood Leandra would have a wetnurse, but obviously that wasn’t possible anymore. Leandra had thought, no problem. What was the big deal?

 Well, breastfeeding was painful. And inconvenient. And tiring. Leandra had a special nipple cream to help with the chafing, but still, she cracked and bled. Malcolm healed her wounds as best as he could, but she was so sore all the time.

 Leandra tried pumping after finding a mommy blog that suggested it. It seemed like a good idea. Malcolm could take over some of the night feedings. But Charlie was a fussy baby, as picky of an eater as Leandra was. She refused the bottle and would only take Leandra’s breast.

 When Malcolm was home, it was a blessing. He was an attentive partner, who helped cook and clean and seemed to effortlessly keep Charlie entertained. But Leandra knew Malcolm was pushing past his limit, because she often found him passed out in the middle of whatever he was doing.

 Every day was the same nightmare, played out a little differently, sure, but one thing stayed constant. Malcolm would get up for work and Leandra would get up to dress Charlie so they could say goodbye. And then, as soon as Malcolm left, Charlie would scream her head off until he got home.

 Sometimes Leandra could distract Charlie with playtime or her dragon stuffie or a phone game or some food, but today she just wouldn’t stop.

 Finding work paperless was tough enough, even harder for an elf. The only place that would hire Malcolm was a kitchen, and his shifts easily stretched for twelve hours at a time. By hour one Leandra’s ears were ringing, by hour three her head was pounding. By the tenth hour of nonstop screaming and rocking and teething biscuits and burping and many failed games of peekaboo, Leandra was out of ideas. The neighbors were now yelling and pounding on her walls and she had joined her daughter bawling.

 Charlie cried harder when Leandra put her down, so she rocked her baby helplessly, hoping that Malcolm would somehow get sent home early.

 She prayed for the Maker for strength. The screaming was making her lose her mind. She sang the Chant under her breath, though her voice did not soothe Charlie as Malcolm’s did.

 And just when Leandra thought she might kill herself or smother her baby with a pillow or both Malcolm came through the door.

 It was a miracle. Immediately Charlie’s wails stopped. She started wriggling out of Leandra’s arms.

 “Da! Da!” Her first and only word, but she had it down pat, and was shrieking with all the rage an eight-month-old could manage.

 Malcolm was balancing two white plastic bags in his hands. From the smell, it was leftovers from the Bistro he worked at. He immediately set them down on the kitchen table and scooped his daughter into his arms. “Hey, young lady, did you give your mama a hard time again?” he asked in a stern voice. “We talked about this.”

 Charlie flapped her arms and smacked at him. Her little brown freckled face was furious, her strange roundly pointed ears wiggling. “Da!”

 “I know. I know. You missed me.” Malcolm blew a raspberry into her cheek.

 Charlie squealed in delight, her giggles bouncing off the cramped one bedroom apartment.

 Leandra knew the sight of her husband and child should fill her with joy, and it did, but there was another ugly emotion gnarling in her. Jealousy. She tried to hide her fresh tears in her hands but it was too late. “I’m useless!” she sobbed.

 “Hey, hey don’t say that.” Soon Malcolm wrapped Leandra in a hug, squishing Charlie between them. “That’s not true. I’m nothing without you.”

 Leandra continued to bawl and couldn't stop even as her daughter gurgled happily. “Charlie loves you best. She doesn’t even want me!”

 “That’s not true. You should see when you’re in the bathroom. It’s a scramble to keep her from wailing.”

 Leandra hiccuped at that, momentarily stopping her sobs. “She misses me?”

 Malcolm chuckled before he could stop himself. “Of course she misses you. Look how happy she is that we're all together.”

 Leandra looked down to see Charlie cooing in contentment, her head tucked on Malcolm’s chest as she played with a fistful of Leandra’s black locks, now less silky as they hadn’t been brushed for days.

 Malcolm leaned so his forehead was touching Leandra's, his curls tickling her, and looked directly into her bloodshot doe eyes. “You are the strongest woman I know. You keep Charlie and me alive every single day. Be nicer to yourself.” Then he kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears.

 Kissing Malcolm always made her remember why she was doing this. He made everything worth it.

 Charlie giggled in delight as she was smothered in a hug.

 Malcolm stroked Leandra’s flushed cheek, wiping away some tears. “I need some quality time with Charlie anyway. Why don’t we get dinner ready together and you can soak in the bath for a while? When you come out, we can watch TV and I’ll give you a foot massage.”  

 That sounded wonderful. Leandra did feel grody, with spat up milk still soaking her pink nightgown. She did need a moment to herself just to breathe. “What would I do without you?”

 “Be miserable forever,” Malcolm joked, kissing her cheek. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m sticking around for a long time.”

 She gave Malcolm a thankful peck and then went to give Charlie one, which Charlie hid her face in Malcolm’s chest to avoid.

 Leandra huffed. “Fine! I see I’m not wanted so I’ll leave.”

 Malcolm’s smile dropped. “Oh, babe. Don’t be like that.”

 “You don’t tell me what to do!”

 Leandra stomped away. She knew she was being petty with a baby, but she was so fragile that the rejection broke her. She stormed into her bedroom, certain that, when she was done with her bath, she would find Malcolm and Charlie playing like she always did.

 Her bedroom was still the disaster it had been since Charlie was born. The laundry was piling up on the floor and so were the dishes in the sink. It seemed like the fridge was empty yet again, and her boobs were hurting so she knew it would be time to feed Charlie soon.

 Instead of running the water, Leandra started on the laundry pile on the floor. She grumbled to herself. Malcolm was almost as messy as Charlie was, not that she was any better. Still, the sight of the haphazard disarray of her bedroom had her too distracted to even think of relaxing.

 She wanted to start running the water for her bath, hop in and just soak and forget everything for just a moment. She needed that more than anything. But she was so behind on everything, and she felt like she was just falling further. Bathing seemed like a luxury she couldn’t afford right now.

 She shoved as many clothes into the overflowing hamper as she could and then pulled the laundry basket onto the chair and started folding on the bed. She muttered under her breath as she folded, wishing more than ever she was back at her mansion in Kirkwall where she had servants to do this. A minute into her cleaning frenzy, she stopped when she heard a familiar wail.

 “Mama! Mama!”

 Leandra gasped and dropped Malcolm’s boxers, dashing off the bed and back into the living room to see Malcolm holding a wiggling Charlie, reaching wildly for her. Her odd mismatched blue and brown eyes were filled with tears.

 Leandra’s mouth dropped, “Did she… Did she just say?”

 “Mama!”

 Malcolm grinned triumphantly. “I told you she loved you.”

 Charlie’s face was scrunching up and reaching for her as if Leandra would vanish in thin air. “Mama! Mama!”

 Malcolm chuckled. “I tell you, if I don’t distract her every second you’re gone, she completely falls apart.”

 Leandra knew she shouldn’t feel joy to see her child in pain, but to know Charlie loved her after all this- She needed that.

 She scooped Charlie up from Malcolm’s arms. “I’m here, baby, I’m here.”

 Malcolm raised a thick eyebrow. “What happened to your bath?”

 Leandra shrugged. “It’s family time. I can bathe later.” Then her dark eyes glimmered in mischief. “Maybe you can join me.”

 Malcolm’s smirk was back. “Should I put a sleep spell on Charlie?”

 Leandra smacked him lightly on the arm. “Malcolm! Do not drug our child!”

 Charlie laughed in delight, clapping.

 Malcolm laughed, too. “Magic is the only reason I’m a halfway decent father, babe. Otherwise, I’d be useless.”

 Leandra’s anger softened. “Magic is not why you’re a good father.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. “You are a good father because you try. You try harder than anyone else I know.”

 Malcolm’s lips curled in a smile. “You try, too.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “We’re going to make mistakes. We just won't stop trying, yeah?”

 Charlie curled into Leandra’s neck and yawned, her little eyes starting to flutter shut. Soon her body turned heavier as she drifted off.

 Malcolm chuckled and caressed his daughter's curls. “See. You’re better than me. You don’t even need magic.”

 Leandra smiled, her dimples deepening, and kissed her husband. She knew as long as she had Malcolm she could do anything.

[mountswhore]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 — mason mount

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aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mason knows you enjoy your time to breathe, and relax after god knows how long of fun. He presses a small kiss to your cheek, thanks you, and helps you put your clothes back on. You’d be on the balcony of his bedroom, letting the wind hit your face, feeling a pair of arms wrap around you and a drink of water appear in front of you. Mason always takes the best care of you, by letting you relax and softly assisting you in whatever you needed.

body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Mason feels as if it’s a bit shallow to have a favourite body part, but if he had to choose, it’d he his arms. He knows you love them, so he loves them too. They hold you down during sex, wrap around your body with ease, making you drool as the veins appear. You get a great view of them holding your legs as he goes down on you.

If he could choose everything about you, he would. But his absolute favourite body part would be your lips. He’d watch you talk to him about whatever, and see how they curve, how bite-able they were. Seeing them wrapped around his cock does a number on him, it’s a sight he wish he could see at any point of the day.

cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Mason knows you enjoy it when he cums inside you, but he loves seeing it all over your face. Seeing those pretty lips at work, then minutes later covered in his cum. What a sight. Or in your mouth. It’s pleasure within itself to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he fills your mouth up and forces you to swallow.

dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mason is dominant as fuck. He loves the whole ‘daddy’ thing, it really gets him going. Just seeing you so soft and innocent underneath him was a sight for sore eyes. It wasn’t an every-time-you-have-sex thing, more of a long-awaited session thing. There are times Mason wants to be soft with you, but this is what turns him on the most.

experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

You and Mason met when you were pretty young and inexperienced, which made an awkward first time. But now you look back on it and laugh, because Mason knows exactly how to get you there, and you know how to get him there too.

favourite position (This goes without saying)

During one of your rougher sessions, he’d prefer doggy all the way. It’s the perfect position to hit the spot for you and him. And the view is incredible. But in general, you being on top is his favourite. He gets to see it all, and doesn’t have to move his head. He can see your boobs bouncing as you ride him, your face contort as you moan from the pleasure, and the feeling was immaculate.

goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

When you’d both been on a night out, getting home and all over each other, it’d be a lot of giggly sex. Mason tripping on his trouser leg as he tried to walk and take them off, it was hilarious to drunk you. But you’d be hushed very quickly as his lips met back with yours, pushing you onto the bed before the pair of you were laughing again.

But in moments of missing him for a few weeks at a time, or if Mason is sexually frustrated from being on a sex ban because of football, he’s stone cold. He wants you, he needs you. And you let him. He gets down to business immediately and knows exactly what he’s doing, he wants to hear you moan and feel you around him.

hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Mason likes to keep it clean, not hairless, but trimmed. To you, it didn’t matter. But for him, it’s his personal preference.

intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Making you feel good, getting you to your high, that was all that mattered to Mason. He knows you like to be wooed, not just get straight into it. So he always rubs you down gently, his fingers gently drifting to places he couldn’t wait to get to. All while telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you. Kissing every inch of your body, moving your hair from your face and complimenting you. Every beautiful thing you could say to your lover, is said.

jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn’t do it a lot. When training for a game, he’s put on a two-week sex ban. So there are times when he gets home and needs to see you in one of your nice lingerie, touching himself to the look of you. But whenever he can spend his time fucking you over and over, it’s time we’ll spent.

kink (One or more of their kinks)

Aside from the daddy kink, he has a corruption kink. Knowing he was your first, he’d slowly plagued your innocent mind with dirty thoughts. Taught you what he liked, learnt what you liked. Seeing you become more confident sexually, because of him, it turned him on.

location (Favorite places to do the do)

Mason has a few favourite places:

The kitchen counter; seeing you bent over and begging for more of him, bruises most likely forming from the constant drilling into the counter. In a house as big as his, you could be as loud as you wanted. And he loved hearing the nice echoes of your moans.

Sun beds; when you were both on holiday, mason was taking advantage of the time he was allowed to have sex. He wanted to enjoy the sun, and you. So in the comfort of your private Villa, you were all his in front of the sweltering sun and gorgeous view.

Car; it was a tight squeeze, sure, but it was all the more sexy. Mase had a legal amount of tint to his windows, meaning nobody was seeing into his car. So he could have you going down on him as he waited in traffic, making all kinds of faces and noises for only you to see and hear.

motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

After your massive shopping sprees, you’d arrive home with a myriad of bags and clothes. You’d make Mason sit on the couch, parading your body around in front of him, with all kinds of complimenting clothing. It wasn’t long before you were both tangled together on the couch, Mason hitting you from behind.

Or when he gets home from training, all sweaty and grunting from moving around for hours, and he’d see you bent over the counter casually scrolling your phone. Mason would be bringing you up to the shower with him.

no (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wasn’t big on tying you up, even if you tell him it doesn’t hurt, he wouldn’t dare do it in case he actually did hurt you. Or spitting in your mouth, it just didn’t turn him on like it did other people.

As far as turn offs go, there’s nothing you do that turns him off.

oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Mason was god-like at giving head, he does it for his own pleasure. But he prefers receiving. Call him selfish, sure. But the look on your face as you’re taking all of him, it’s a sight he wouldn’t exchange for the world.

pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mason likes to do it rough, he knows it turns you on more than anything, and it ties in perfectly with his kinks. But for more romantic evenings, like your anniversary, he’s holding you gently and slowly thrusting into you, your lips connected the whole time.

quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You only have quickies when you have events to attend to. One of your families barbecues? Quickie either in the car or their bathroom. A wedding party? Quickie in the toilets or he’d be fingering you under on of the tables. Let’s just say Mason lives on quickies.

risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I wouldn’t call it risky, more experimentation. But when you suggested buying whipped cream, ice, and chocolate sauce. He thought you were making ice creams, not having experimental sex with food. But he bought in nonetheless and tried it, rubbing your nipples with ice cubes. Seeing your back arch and hearing your moans erupt from your mouth, it was enough to know he was going to enjoy you bringing a bag of ice home.

stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Being an athlete, you’d think Mason can last a while. And you’d be right. But sometimes, when he’s had a long few months of training, as well as the god-awful sex ban, just seeing you in a bra would make him cum.

toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Anything that pleasures you, he has it. Vibrators, beads, gag, whip, paddle. You name it. In the bottom of his bedside table, that’s where you’ll find the goodies. After learning how many tools there were to help you reach a good orgasm, Mason was feeling a few hundred quid lighter.

unfair (How much they like to tease)

If football doesn’t work out, Mason could have a career in teasing. He does it in places he knows you can’t do anything about it. At a barbecue, he’ll ‘excuse himself’ past you and grab at your hips tightly, feeling his dick against your ass. Looking back at you with a smirk, you know what he’s in for later.

volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mason had mastered the art of silence, when he’d be sharing a room with another England teammate, and you’d be sending him nudes nonstop. He had a gallery full, and yet here you were, adding a few more and making him hard. But he loved to be loud, knowing it was only you two in the house, he could do as he pleased, grunting as he slammed into you.

wild card (A random headcanon)

He loves being in a cocky mood with you, not to piss you off, but to sexually frustrate you. As you hoover under his feet, he’d whisper a few dirty thoughts into your ear as he got up. Or if you hand him a drink whilst he’s playing on his pc, he rewards you with a slap on the ass.

x-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mason is hung. The men who don’t brag about their size are the biggest. He knows he doesn’t have a completely chiselled body like other men do, but you never fail to remind him that none of them have ever made you cum like he has. It made him more confident about his fingers, his arms, his legs his chest. It was him that you chose, and it’s him that gets to make you cum every night if he wanted to.

yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Too high for the career he has. He’d quite happily be buried between your legs all day if he could choose to be, or have you gagging on him every night. He just wanted you all day every day, and his job wouldn’t allow it. But it made your sex sessions much better, with all the pent up sexual frustration.

zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Not as quickly as you. Whilst you’re dozing off on his chest, he’s stroking your hair with one hand and dragging his other hand from your cheek all the way down to your hips and back. It’s not long after you’re completely out for him to cuddle into you and drift off himself.

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[thatkpophoelife]

Jealousy

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem. Reader (ft. Taehyung and NCT Jaehyung)

RATING: Mature 18+

GENRE: NonIdol Au. Highschool Au. Smut. Fluff 

WC: 8K

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook have been best friends since the beginning of time. You spent every waking moment together until one night your at a party and the feelings you have been trying to keep inside decide they want to erupt and make your life harder than you ever could have expected. 

WARNINGS: Swearing. under aged drinking. Big dick Jungkook. Oral (Fem. Rec.) Nipple Play. Fingering (Fem. Rec.) Multiple Orgasms. Cream Pie. Unprotected Sex. Slight Daddy Kink. Slight degradation (hardly mentioned). Thigh Ridding. 

A/N: I’m so happy I’m finally done with it. I am so happy with the result. I have been working hard for the last few days getting this ready to post so sorry if anything is spelt wrong or doesn’t make sense. ENJOY! 

You and Jungkook have been best friends since the first grade. It all started when you fell off the monkey bars during recess. Your palms and knees were bloody and scraped. The cement was rough against your skin and you could see those small little rocks in the small cuts on your hands. As a little kid they seemed way worse than they really were. You were scared you would need to go to the doctors for stiches and then they would need to give you a shot. You were like 7, things like that terrified you.

When you looked up through your watery eyes, you could see a little boy with cute cheeks, deep brown eyes, and bangs. You looked back down at the ground and wiped off your cheeks and nose. When you looked back up you saw the same boy but with his hand out for you to grab. You reached out to grab it and he pulled you up with a huge grin and a huff.

“I’m Jungkook but my friends call me Kookie.”

“I'm Y/N. Thanks for helping me up Jungkook.” You though it had a nice ring to it.

“No problem. I have a band aid in my pocket, you can have it”

“Really? Thanks.” When he handed you the band aid you couldn’t help but notice it had a small picture of Woody from Toy Story on it.

In the days that went by, you two hung out nonstop. He told you almost everything that you could learn about a 7-year-old. You learned his birthday was September 1st, he has an older brother named SeokJin that everyone calls Jin, he likes pizza, and loves soccer. You knew other things of course, but those were just some of the basics.

You became best friends extremely fast and spent most of your summer together. You went to the beach more than once a week. Your parents became friends with his parents and there was no going back on this friendship now. You did develop a teensy tiny basically non-existent crush on Jin but it quickly went away when Jungkook called you out on it and asked you to never see his brother in that light again. You agreed because even though you were only now 8, you still had your priorities and Jungkook was in the top 3.  

By the time second grade came around he asked you, aka forced you, into joining his soccer team so you could “spend more time together.” You whined for the entire first practice. Since your mom was excited to finally see you doing a sport, she put your hair up in pigtails and bought you neon pink knee socks with a just as neon yellow visor. You were not happy. When you got to the field you felt out of place and like everyone was laughing at you. Those worries effected how you played. Just because you never played the sport before doesn’t mean you weren’t somewhat decent at it.

You knew how to dribble kind of well and you had decent aim when trying to make the ball in the net. But your real strong suit was goalie. You were never afraid of the ball or of getting hurt. If you needed to you would gladly dive for the ball if that’s what your team needed to win a game. You were never a girly girl so getting dirt on your knees never bothered you.

Despite all of this you still didn’t want to try out. Your mom was loud and never stopped cheering your name, no matter where you were. You had no other siblings so it’s not like she had anywhere else to be. She had her own small company that way she could create her own schedule and get to go to anything you wanted her to and as far as she knew that was everything. All of your class field trips, sport games, school plays, everything. You were too nervous to tell her otherwise because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You know that she only went overboard because she loves you so much but sometimes you wished she loved you a little less. And your dad was always busy with his 9-5 job so he never went to any of your things.

You never stopped playing though. You ended up enjoying the sport more than you could have expected. It was even more enjoyable since you were actually good at it, you always got to be goalie in all of your games. You and Jungkook were actually the star players on your co-ed team. And whenever Jungkook would ask you about why you still played even though you “didn’t like it that much” you always said you liked it enough to continue playing and that you had nothing better to do. You knew deep down that he knew you enjoyed the sport just as much as him, but you also knew he would never call you out on it.  

You won almost all of your games, and you and Jungkook always fought over who deserved the trophy’s. Your argument was that the goalie was a key role to stop the other team from scoring. Jungkook’s was that he made most of the goals to keep your teams score up too high for the other team to ever catch up. It always came to a vote among your teammates, Jungkook always won and you knew it was because most of the girls had a crush on him and wanted him to like them back.

Besides that, nothing exciting happend in your friendship for a while. You spent a lot of time playing soccor in parks and when it was soccor season. You spent all of your summers together and both you’re your guys’ parent let you two get a golden retriever to take care of named Olive the summer before 6th grade. She was staying at Jungkook’s though because it was his idea in the first place. It didn’t mean you never go to see her there. You spent half of your summer there so you saw her a lot.

In your summer of 7th grade Olive got hit by a truck. You were both devasted and Jungkook spent a week at your house. All because Jin forgot to let Olive in at night so she decided to run. Jungkook didn’t talk to Jin for almost a month.

Then in 8th grade a boy named Park Jimin decided to throw a “End of the Summer Almost Freshmen in High-School” party. In reality it was more like ten people that were all in some way shape or form a part of his friend circle. You were invited because they needed another girl to come and Jungkook talked you up so much Jimin had no choice.

The night was all fun and games until his parents went to bed. He quickly grabbed an empty 16-liter Coca-Cola bottle and sat it in the middle of the floor and had everyone gather around in a circle. You were beyond nervous considering you hardly knew any of the boys that were playing and you have never had you first kiss.

A few rounds went by and nothing particularly interesting happened. Jimin kissed some girl named Emily that you didn’t like that much anyways. Then it was Jungkook’s turn. He spun it and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt as if the bottle was spinning non-stop. Past Emily, past Nichole, past Maddison, past Jimin, past everyone else. Then it stopped, and pointed at you.

You felt your heart speed up. You couldn’t kiss your best friend. It was wrong in so many ways. But the chanting of your names in the background couldn’t go unnoticed. You had no choice but to kiss him. Well, you kind of did but you were hoping that by doing something like this people will start to like you more and not look at you as Jungkook’s best friend. You both sat up and looked each other in the eyes.

Slowly the rest of the world started to silently drift away. You don’t know if it was because everyone around you stopped talking to watch the kiss or because you were to focused on Jungkook and nothing else. His right hand slowly went to up to your caress your cheek while his left hand was on the floor keeping him balanced. You couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. The way they traveled from your pupils, to the tip of your nose, and finally landing on your lips. The way his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your cheek leaving a burning sensation wherever it touched. The way he locked eyes with you one last time to make sure he had your permission first.

You noticed that the second you nodded your head giving him permission; he didn’t waste a second to kiss you. The kiss was soft but urgent. Like you both have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Once he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and gave you a look you would never forget. He smirked.

You couldn’t help but shake your head in absolute confusion and utter disbelief. Did he want that kiss to happen? Did he do that because the guys were watching? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew, was that you’ve had a huge crush on your best friend since the very beginning.

Ever since that day he helped you up from the dirty ground when your hands and knees you scraped and bloody. Ever since he told you it was a good idea to co-own a puppy. Ever since the last day of middle school when you took a selfie jumping with glee. These feelings had been hiding ever since the beginning, and Jungkook’s lips was the only thing to break down the barriers and release those feelings.

You didn’t bother to sit back down in the circle. You wanted to go home, needed to go home. You didn’t want to wake up your parents and ask them to pick you up. You also didn’t want to walk through the door and have them ask why you came home. You knew exactly what to do.

Call Jin.

He answered on about the fourth ring. “Hello?” said the course and tired voice from the other line. You felt bad the second you heard him speak because you knew you woke him up.

“Hey Jin. Umm I was wondering if you could pick me up from the party?” You were prepared to literally beg him to come pick you up.

“Whatever. It’s the same house Kookie’s at, right?” You couldn’t believe you didn’t even need to ask twice.

“That is very correct. I will be ready and waiting outside for you to pull up.”

“Loser. I will be there in 10, don’t make me wait.” You couldn’t help but smile widely while you were getting you stuff together and putting your shoes on.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You have got to be kidding.

“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here. I was invited” You can see it written all over his cute little bunny face that he was so confused.

“I- I'm just not feeling too well, I'm going home” You couldn’t help the painfully obvious stutter as you lied to your best friend’s face.

“How, it’s a sleep over? Your mom won’t be thrilled if you called her at 1 o’clock in the morning.”

“I already called someone, and they should be here any minute now so you can go back and enjoy kissing those other girls.” What did you just say? You couldn’t stop the words before they came out. Would that be how he found out you liked him? Is that the sentence that would ruin your friendship? Sometimes you felt so very stupid.

“Okay I will.” With that he walked back to continue the game of spin the bottle with a huge smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. You couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss meant nothing to him. As far as you knew that was his first kiss, and it was most defiantly yours.

As you were lost in your dark cloud of thoughts, your phone dinged making you jump a little. It was Jin texting you that he was already there to pick you up. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting him to be here this fast.

You quickly picked your bag off of the ground, slipped on your black and white checkered Vans, and made your way out the door. When you got to Jin’s car, you quickly threw your stuff in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where to Y/N?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice and see it in his eyes. He was wearing a simple grey Champion hoodie with black Nike joggers. His hair was all messy from sleeping and the moon perfectly aligned his features. You couldn’t lie, Jin was one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, but you prefer guys closer to your age. Plus, you like the younger brother anyway. Hey snap out of it you need to not like your best friend.

“Um, Y/N? Where do you want me to take you because if you don’t speak up, I will take you straight home.”

“Oh, sorry. Can I just crash at your guys’ place? I know Kookie’s not there but I don’t want my parents asking questions and to yell at me for waking you up.” Yes, you were playing the, ‘please don’t rat me out’ card. But you weren’t lying to him so what’s the problem?

“Sure, just sleep in Kook’s bed. You tend to snore sometimes.” He reached over to ruffle your hair with a huge grin on his face

“Hey! I do not snore!” You felt like a 5-year-old throwing a fit with the way you pouted out your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your chest, and sank into the seat.

“Whatever dork. Why do you want to leave early anyways? Did something happen?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned, and he was crazy good at keeping secrets so what was the harm in telling him about your mild crush on his little brother.

“At the party after Jimin’s parents went to sleep we all played spin the bottle and when it was Kookie’s turn I suddenly was really really nervous it would land on one of the other girls and I didn’t know why but then it landed on me and we kissed and now I think I have a moderately huge crush on him that I never realized I had before and I'm kind of freaking out. Don’t tell anybody though please,” You finally took a breath after your long and wordy run on sentence.

“You’re just now realizing?” Jin had a huge smile on his face and was laughing but you had no idea why.

“What do you mean ‘you’re just now realizing?’” You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Y/N you and Jungkook obviously have had huge crushes on each other for like ever. He admitted his to me a while ago.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and you knew you would ask Jungkook about it the next time you saw him.

“Can you just take me to your place. It’s late and I'm tired,” After your friendly reminder Jin drove off to his house so you could sleep. He didn’t poke and prod at it any more and you were grateful. Jin was the older brother you never had and you were the little sister he always wanted.

When you woke up Jungkook was already there. You told him about how Jungkook told him that he had a crush on you. Jungkook shot you down almost immediately saying it was just a way to attempt to humiliate him. You felt hurt. Your best friend of years and your huge crush basically said it would be humiliating to have a crush on you. Lucky for you, you left very shortly after and spent your weekend preparing for your first year of high school and getting over your crush on Jungkook. Mostly.

****

Your freshman year was chaotic. You and Jungkook had only a few classes together so you almost drifted apart. It didn’t help that ever since the party Jungkook seemed to be hiding something from you. Something big. The only thing that kept you close was soccor and Jin. But after first semester Jungkook started hanging out with seniors and going to parties. You asked to go once, thinking that he would stay by your side and not let you be taken away by some guy you didn’t know. That wasn’t the case.

Once you entered through the doors Jungkook quickly left your side and got drunk. You caught him in a corner making out with a girl you had never seen before. Then you watched as he pulled her away to a room. Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed close behind. After a minute of them being alone in a room you began hearing moans. You were destroyed.

You quickly made your way to the door so you could go back home, when you ran into a very beautiful man. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He had beautiful chestnut hair and two beautiful dimples. You didn’t even bother asking for his name once you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You let him lead you to a room, know what was going to happen.

That was how you lost your virginity. It wasn’t special liked you hoped it was going to be. You later learned his name was Jaehyun. It didn’t matter because you didn’t plan on talking to him again. Neither of you wanted anything more than sex that night.

You and Jungkook got into a fight one night. You don’t know what happened to start the fight. All you remember is that it ended with both of you in tears and him hugging you like he never wanted to let go. You made up and everything that happened before that was forgotten. Mostly.

You spent the rest of your school years studying hard and getting through all of your actual difficult classes so the only non-elective class you were taking senior year was your English class. Which you had with Jungkook, of course. You spent your summers with him and you both made it into varsity soccor. He knew the truth about your love for soccor when he heard you talking to your mom about it.

You still hadn’t had a boyfriend yet in your sophomore year. You were just too busy with school to actually try to get a dude’s attention, and you said your junior year was going to be different. You would meet a guy, get Jungkook’s approval, fall in love, have the ‘break up talk’ when you sign up for college, and most likely do just that, break up. The only key problem is that whenever you were walking in the halls and saw a cute guy Jungkook would always say he was a dick and that he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You tended not to ask questions.

But now you were standing in front of your full-length body mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit and occasionally touching up your make up or hair. Your first day of senior year outfit was simple but was sure to turn heads. You opted for a tight-fitted white crop top that showed your cleavage, skinny ripped jeans that hugged your ass perfectly that also had a rip under your left ass cheek, and your black heeled Timberland’s. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup looked flawless. You asked Jungkook to bring one of his black leather jackets for you to wear over everything. Damn you looked good.

Just as you were shaking out any last nervous jitters you heard a honk, indicating that your best friend was here to pick you up. You quickly grabbed your bag, ran down stairs, and grabbed two slices of toast for breakfast. Saying by to your parents you turned the nob of the door handle and ran out towards Jungkook’s car. As you opened the door to his red convertible, he looked at you and his jaw dropped. You missed the way his eyes scanned your figure and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. He was eating you up in his mind, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Hey Kookie, do you have the jacket I asked for?” You handed him a piece of toast as your put on your seatbelt, shaking him out of his trance as he gave you said jacket.

“Ready for our first day? You’re going to be turning heads in that outfit,” You missed the way his eyes snuck a glance at your cleavage before driving off.

“I know right. I’ve been single all of high school so far and this year I want that to change.” You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you spoke. “I like your outfit by the way, it’s nice.” He was wearing black skinny jeans, black doc martins, a black tee, and a black faux leather jacket. And because of Jungkook’s new found passion of working out his thighs looked incredible.

“Thanks. Are we still going out to lunch so we don’t need to eat cafeteria food?”

“Duh, what else, and chew with your mouth closed you look like a 7-year-old.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook did not miss the small and simple gesture.  

“Hey! You’re the one who became friends with this 7-year-old.”

“That’s not fair you were an angel sent from heaven, my savior. Now you’re just a jack-ass.

“I know you love me.”

“Jungkook what would you know. At first you thought that 7x7 was 64.”

“Oh my god woman will you just drop that I was in 3rd grade.” You both just laughed at each other’s silly antics from when you were younger until you pulled into the school’s parking lot. The second you stood up and walked over to walk in with your best friend, every one stopped and stared. It felt like one of those dramatic movie scenes where the wind is blowing and everything turns into slow motion while you hear the main characters internal monolog.

“Why is everyone staring at us, is something in my teeth? Did my makeup smudge?” You pulled at the side of his jacket making him lean down so you could whisper in his ear. Just because you were walking in 4-inch heels did not make you as tall as him.

“No dummy. We look like the ultimate power couple right now. The hottest girl and guy in school, of course they’re staring.” You were so busy nodding your head and looking at other people that you didn’t catch the way his eyes fell to the curve of your ass.

You walked into school going to your respectable homerooms, then meeting up in the hall to go to your shared English class. You noticed that the popular girls kept trying to befriend you. You knew it was because you were now a threat and they did not want you to be prom queen. Last year you weren’t but guess who was, Emily. You still didn’t like each other. You don’t know why you didn’t get along but it’s not like you wanted to be her friend or something.

You and Jungkook sat down next to each other talking about how weird the day had been. People were still staring but who could blame them, you both had huge summer glow ups.

When you looked up at the clock hanging above the door, you notice a boy you’ve never seen before. He was incredibly attractive and had a beautiful symmetric face. You felt like you were drooling while you stared at him. Then he looked over at you and smiled. How the hell does a man’s smile look like that. You finally met the man that would actually rival Jungkook’s own good looks.

“Hey can I sit here?” You jumped when he asked the question, not expecting his voice to also sound hot.

“Yeah, Y/N by the way.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead of shaking it he placed an opened mouth kissed on your knuckles. Wow he was hot. It made your thighs clench. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” You were so entranced by this new boy’s handsome good looks you didn’t see the terrifying daggers Jungkook was sending his way. He read him like a book. He would lead a girl on, take her innocence, and then leave her out to dry.

Jungkook didn’t just guess this either, he had Taehyung’s snapchat and snapped him one summer after he saw him at a party. Taehyung had told Jungkook his tactics, and Jungkook even went to his house where he witnessed him use those very tactics.

“There’s a party at my house Saturday night around 10 pm, if you give me your number, I can text you the details and you can come.” You turned to Jungkook giving him hopeful eyes until he sighed and nodded. After all you don’t go to a party without your best friend.

“As long as Jungkook, my best friend since 1st grade might I add, can come with.” You weren’t going without him and that was that. Taehyung agreed without hesitation and you gave him your number. You quickly regretted it though because once he opened his mouth you lost interest extremely quickly.

All he could seem to talk about was all of the girls he’s hooked up with and how he could get any girl he wanted. You knew what he was trying to get at and became bored very fast. You were actually extremely grateful when the class started.

You and Jungkook passed notes the entire time, all about the egotistical boy next to you. And even though you didn’t like him, you would go to his party because you wanted to actually live a little your senior year. But sadly, one potential future boyfriend was out the door and you were back at square one.

The rest of the week passed by fast and because you had mostly easy elective classes you had no homework over the weekend for the first time in years. Which meant you had all sorts of time to party. You texted Jungkook to pick you up at around 9 so you would have time to get ready but still be at the party in time.

****

You woke up around noon on Saturday from your alarm. You didn't wake up because you wanted to but because you didn’t want to ruin the sleep schedule you didn’t even have. Why did you wake up again? Anyways once you woke up from you slumber you texted Jungkook to clear up some last-minute details.

 Y/N

are you up yet? I just woke up. why dont I wake up like disney princesses?? I look like a monster :(

Kookie

Disney princesses are pretty thats why you don’t look like them in the morning or ever for that matter

Y/N

stfu your no prince charming either

Kookie

Really? Then why would almost every girl in our school blow me???

Y/N

If thats the case then why don’t you get some so you can stop complaining to me about how horny you always are??

Kookie

Because I have my right eye some one

Y/N

WHO?!?! and why havent I heard about this until now?? and why just your right eye??

Kookie

Because not EVERYTHING is your business smartypants and dont talk about my left eye

Y/N

whatever I will find out about this mystery girl though… MARK MY WORDS!! YOULL BE JUNGSHOOK

Kookie

Whatever you say smartypants whyd you text me anyways?

Y/N

Right! your still picking me up, RIGHT?!

Kookie

Its you’re, but yes I'm still picking you up

Y/N

Good, I will be ready in 3-4 hours :)

Kookie

You do know the party is at like 10 right

Y/N

THEN JUST PICK ME UP AT 10 GOD DAMNIT

Kookie

Not how you spell dammit but alright

Y/N

Stfu english nerd and good bye until 10

 With that your conversation with Jungkook ended and you started to binge watch Haikyu!! until around 6. Then you rolled out of bed and started getting ready. You got into the shower, shaving everything. You didn’t know what was going to happen tonight so you figured you would be extra prepared. You even used your exfoliator, if you anyone got to touch you, they would be lucky.

Then you did your hair. You curled it perfectly and then put it in a high pony tail. Perfect party hair in your opinion. Then you did your makeup making sure to keep it simple yet amazing. You opted for a winged liner, perfectly done brows, and dark red lipstick. Lastly was your outfit. Your room was a complete mess after you threw half of your closet onto the floor but your pretty sure you found a great outfit.

You put on your matching set of black lacy lingerie that made your ass look good and your boobs even better. You than grabbed a different white crop top with a dangerously low cut making your black lace peak out from the sides and small booty shorts that barely covered your ass. Then you grabbed the same leather jacket you wore on your first day of school and put on a pair of sneakers. You went to that party with Jungkook once so you knew how crazy and disgusting the ground could be.

By the time you were completely done it was already 8:47. You didn’t think it would take quite that long to get ready but at the same time you did. You were touching up your makeup when Jungkook texted you he was waiting. You didn’t tell your parents about the fact that you were going to a party and they knew that if they saw you dressed the way you were, they would flip. So like any other teen, you made plans to sneak out.

The only person you to actually worry about catching you was your dad because you knew if your mom caught you, she would laugh at you and tell you to have fun. Your dad on the other hand not so much.

Jungkook parked a block down from your house and turned off his car headlights so he wouldn’t be as noticeable. You opened your window as quietly was possible and began to scale your wall. Thankful that your bedroom window was the one closest to the gutter and that you chose sneakers as your shoes. Once you hit the ground safely, you bolted for Jungkook’s car and got in as fast as you could.

“Hey cutie,” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows. Luckily for him, his car lights were off so you didn’t catch him gaping at your breasts.

“Sup, you ready to party?” You asked as he turned on the car and started to drive where the GPS told him.

“Yes, now remember no sleeping with some random dude and no drugs”

“Same to you mister”

“Ok so if you want to stay out late text your mom and ask if you can spend the night at my house because my parents are out of town and Jin is going to this food thing with his friends for like three days.” Jungkook said as he merged into traffic.

“Good idea,” You pulled out your phone and texted your mom knowing she would understand much better than your father. “She said that’s fine”.

“Good so if you get hung over you don’t need to try and explain it to your mom,” Damn was Jungkook always this smart, and did he always look this good.

After driving the rest of the way, you pulled into Taehyung’s house and you were awestruck. It was huge and surrounded by hedges. You couldn’t see another house within a mile which was good because that means the cops won’t be called because of noise complaints.

You stepped out of Jungkook’s car and walked into Taehyung’s house immediately being greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. You quickly got separated from Jungkook and made your way to the kitchen to fill a red solo cup half full with some beer you found and apple juice. You slammed it down, wincing as it made its way down your throat. It wasn’t the best tasting but it was better than the beer by itself.

Once you were done making yourself the same drink again, you made your way outside and found a huge pool with a jacuzzi right by it. You scanned the area, seeing a couple making out in the pool and three boys you didn’t quite recognize playing around in the pool. As you continued looking around taking another sip of your drink you noticed something strange. Standing next to the pool was Jungkook and Emily.

She was twirling her hair in her fingers and giggling while Jungkook looked her up and down smirking the entire time.

You know you’ve been telling Jungkook to get a girlfriend for years now, but you thought he knew you were just joking. For some odd reason you were upset. You didn’t know why at first. Maybe because you didn’t like Emily, maybe because you didn’t want Emily to steal him away from you. You were Jealous. You hated when it hit you like a pile of bricks. But you definitely  intended on doing something about it.

You quickly downed the rest of your drink in your red solo cup hoping it would give you more courage, and made your way over to them.

“Hey Jungkook I need to talk to y-,” You were walking towards him and before you knew it you were falling into the pool. Your first thought was that you tripped but when you resurfaced from the water you saw Emily looking at you with a sly grin. All you could do was glare.

“Oops,” Emily snickered as she grabbed out her phone and took several pictures of you. Great now your hot ass makeup and hair was completely ruined. Shit you’re wearing a WHITE shirt and BLACK bra that are now wet. You looked down to confirm it and sure enough your shirt was more than see-through. AND Jungkook’s leather jacket was ruined. At least you wore sneakers.

“What the fuck Emily,” You were startled from your stare down with the girl when you heard Jungkook’s low voice. It was loud and honestly kind of turned you on. Wait you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that. You shook the thought out of your head and looked up at Jungkook. His fists were balled up at his sides and his jaw was clenched. He looked fine as hell.

As you slowly made your way to the side of the pool, he took off his leather jacket and knelt down. Once you got to the side he reached down with both arms, inserted his hands under your armpits, and hoisted you out of the water. He then helped you take off his ruined leather jacket and threw it at Emily. “Happy now?” He then took his perfectly fine leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders instructing you to hold it closed. “Come on let’s go get you cleaned up.” He bent down and whispered it into your ear causing shivers to go down your spin. You could only nod in response.

As he led you towards the doors of the house, he yanked his jacket from Emily’s hand and gave her one of the scariest looks you’ve ever seen. All you did was smirk and stick your tongue out at her like a 5-year-old. You were very satisfied.

He led you through the crowd of people dancing and grinding on each other like they weren’t in a public setting. He then led you to what you assumed was going to be a bathroom but ended up being a bedroom. You couldn’t help but wonder how he knew his way around so well.

When you entered the room, you realized it was huge with a bathroom connected to it. “Why did you take me here instead of a normal bathroom?” You asked.

“Because most likely they are occupied by other people and I don’t really want to walk in on some other couple having sex. Especially when I'm with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “And before you ask how I know my way around, I used to be sort of friends with Tae. I only came here once when he tried hooking me up with some random chick and I guessed I just remembered my way around.” He was so honest so easily.

“Did you do anything with the chick?” You felt stupid the moment you asked.

“What?” You don’t know if he didn’t hear you or what but you still asked again.

“Did you do anything with her, the girl he tried hooking you up with?” You felt pathetic.

“I told you have my right eye on someone else.” He said leading you into the bathroom.

“Who is this lucky girl anyways?” You asked sitting on the sink countertop while you took off Jungkook’s jacket.

He paused, “Let’s just say, I played a game of spin the bottle at Jimin’s house before freshman year started. I kissed her. She was the only person I kissed that night. I realized that I had a massive crush on her but she left and felt hella crushed. I stopped playing and couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her forever. But I still spend all of my spare time with her and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Deep down I’m afraid that she will never like me back because of the girls I slept with freshman year but I want her to know that I only did that to try and convince myself that it I wasn’t in love with her. After I found out she slept with some random guy one night at a party that I took her to I came to my senses and let myself love her. I still regret the night I took her to that party because I wish I was the one to get to take her innocence away.”

You looked at him, you mouth agape, “oh” You knew he was talking about you.

You watched his eyes dart down to your lips as his tongue poked out lick his. His hands drifted down and grabbed your waist softly, just in case you wanted to stop him. He slowly leaned down, brushing your hair behind your ear and whispering in a deep raspy tone that made your panties wet, “You can stop me at any time”.

Within moments his soft, plush lips were on yours. Your hands made their way up his back and intertwined into his black curly locks, tugging harshly. Jungkook let out a low groan that made your body hot. One of his hands crept up and lightly brushed against your nipple making you gasp into the kiss. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately his tongue was exploring your mouth.

Once you broke the kiss, gasping for air, Jungkook placed his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, causing goosebumps to emit across your body. He carried you out of the bathroom, throwing you on the bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and crawled over you. You’ve seen him shirtless many times but this time it was different. You happy felt up his chest and you didn’t have to worry about him questioning you because he was kneeling over you, devouring you with his eyes.

Before you knew it, he was trying to take your shirt off. You gladly assisted him, pulling off your bra along with it. Once it was off and you looked up at him, you felt shy. Jungkook was just staring at your chest and wasn’t saying anything.

“Do you need to make it obvious that you don’t like my boobs?” Your hands went up to cover yourself. You were always insecure about them.

“Your right Y/N I don’t like your boobs; I fucking love them,” He quickly moved your hands away and leaned down. His mouth connected with your nipple, his tongue making your back arch into him. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second. His teeth gently grazed your nipple and you let out a loud whimper. You really hoped your great-grandma wasn’t watching you right now.

He left of your nipple with a pop and kissed his way to your other, leaving small hickeys marking his path. He did the same things to this one. You couldn’t wait anymore and moved your hand down to your core. You needed some sort of friction, but Jungkook’s hand stopped you.

“Ungrateful slut. I’m giving you all of this pleasure and you can’t wait. I want you to ride my thigh and maybe if I like what I see I’ll let you finish more than once tonight,” You looked at him in awe. When the fuck did he learn to talk like that. It was hot as hell but still.

He went and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You werent sure what to do, so he pulled you onto his thigh. You froze up right away. You were straddling his thigh too afraid to do anything. He looked you dead in the eyes as his hands went down to your waist, forcing you to move. Relief flooded you. You were so happy that he finally let you have some sort of friction.

Your hands went to rest on his shoulders so it was easier to hold yourself up. You quickly started doing all of the work. Moving yourself at a fast pace on Jungkook’s thigh. You could feel his hard through his pants and it only made you more needy. He continuously clenched his thigh making you come undone even faster.

“Oh my god Jungkook. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cu-,” You let out shaky breath feeling that familiar knot build up in your stomach. Right as you were about to snap Jungkook stopped your hips from moving.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum already? Go lay down.” You obeyed him quickly, watching as he kneeled down at the end of the bed. He grabbed your pants and with one swift motion slid them off, throwing them somewhere else in the room.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you. This good little pussy” He ripped your panties off of you, eliciting a loud groan. You were becoming impatient, squirming in front of him. He used his hand to hold your hips in place, while his other went to rub delicate circles on your clit. You watched as his face dove into you. Licking a stripe up your folds, collecting all of your juices.

“Fuck Y/N. You taste so good.” He groaned out, quickly diving back in. His eyes were blown out in hunger. He moved his hand away from your clit and replaced it with his tongue. Sliding one finger in you, moving at a slow pace and curling it, reaching your g-spot. A loud moan escaped you as you started trying to rock your hips against his face. Interlacing your fingers in his locks.

He pulled away to take a breath, “Do you think you can handle to fingers? Gotta prepare my baby for later. Yeah? I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna destroy this pussy.” With that he inserted a second finger into you, reattacking your clit with his tongue. His pace kept intensifying. You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach build.

“Fuck Jungkook. I'm gonna-,” your words turned into a drawn-out moan when he hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me baby.” At that, the knot it your stomach snapped and relief washed over your body. You tried closing your legs but Jungkook held them open.

Once he was done lapping up all of your juices, he moved up and kissed you, hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands made their way down to undo Jungkook’s pants. He broke away from the kiss and stood up, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.

You stared at his member for a second in awe. You knew he was big, but no that big. The tip was an angry red and you could see the veins. You were growing wetter just thinking about the delicious stretch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said “I'm gonna have to go in raw.”

You smiled up at him, bucking your hips up towards his hard to get some sort of friction. “I'm on birth control.” That was all you needed to say before he slowly started entering you. The stretch being uncomfortable.

“You okay?” He asked worry on his face. You shook your head, “It’s just, new.”

He smiled, “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

After a moment you shook your head, giving him the okay to start moving again. He slowly pulled out all the way before pushing in again, hitting your g-spot as he did. You could feel the veins on his cock, and your legs wrapped around his small waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.

He slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling out all of the way before pushing back in. It wasn’t long before the pain morphed into pleasure. Moans spilling from your lips. The louder you moaned the faster he went.

“Ha-harder, da-daddy,” you didn’t mean to say it, but when you did his head snapped up.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He starting snapping his hips into yours. You could hear the head board hitting the wall with each thrust but you didn’t mind at all. All you felt was bliss.

“Da-addy I-I'm gonna c-cum.” Your walls started clenching around him.

“Fuck baby, cum. Cum for daddy” With that you did. Your release hit you hard. Your legs shaking as you dug your nails into his back piercing a few layers of his skin. Moaning out his name.

Even after you came, he kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. Beautiful moans escaping his lips as he did. Your moans making him close. His body was coated in a layer of sweat.

“Cum in me daddy. Please. Fill me up.” You choked out as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” You tightened around him one last time, feeling as his seed shot into you. You both laid there for a moment. Neither one wanting to leave. You could feel your mixed juicing seeping out of your whole as he began to soften inside you.

He slowly pulled out of you, “You need to go to the bathroom.” He picked you up bridal style from the bed and walked you over to the bathroom. Setting you down on the toilet so you could pee. When you were done, he picked you up and set you on the counter, taking a warm rag and cleaning you off making you sigh at the pleasant feeling. He carried you back to the bed and laid you down, getting into his boxers.

He laid down next to you and covered you both with the blanket, before wrapping his arm around tightly around your waist. His chin on your head as he cuddled you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep

****

When you woke up and saw your best friend next to you, sleeping peacefully, you were relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t a dream and relieved that he didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night to leave because he regretted it. You leaned over and draped your arm over his torso and snuggled up to him, resting you head on his arm. He groaned, making you halt your actions.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said with a smile, kissing you on the top of your head.

You smiled happy it was him you woke up next to, “Morning.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. :) Send any ideas you have for anything. P.S The gif wouldn’t load :( so sorry about that. 

[dingdonghyvck]

The Only Exception || Lee Haechan x Reader

Summary: You finally realize that Haechan’s the only exception to the one rule you gave yourself.

Genre: Angst and a little bit of Fluff  

Pairing/s: Drummer!Haechan x Lead Vocalist!Reader, Minor College Student!Mark x Reader

Warnings: Explicit content, mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, implications of sex, sex jokes, use of drugs, cigarettes and alcohol, verbal and physical abuse, divorce, and a few others I probably forgot to mention

Word Count: 5.4k words

So this is part two of the Drummer!Haechan AU I wrote: Still Into You

 Please do give feedback, it’s greatly appreciated! Thank you and enjoy :)

"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind.

He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget”

It all started with hushed arguments, hidden whispers of disappointment behind closed doors, afraid of breaking the perfect image your family had, afraid of the neighbors to talk. From hushed arguments to daily endeavors of avoiding each other everyday, it was like a ticking bomb inside your home. A ticking bomb you had tip-toed over each morning past your parents' bedroom, hearing the muffled crying. You knew it was only a matter of time before the bomb would finally explode, imploding your house from inside-out.

You hoped and you prayed to any god willing to listen that the rumors were not true. The neighbors started talking and the news had somehow got out. And that was when everything started breaking down. The hushed arguments turned to wars of screaming and crying, sharp words that cut through you like a knife. That was when the walls of your home began to talk, they spoke to you too, they echoed the hatred your parents had for each other. They made you feel unwanted, unloved and useless, since of course the sole foundation of your life was crumbling. You were the scars, bruises, and pain they brought into the world, you were once proof of their love that turned into a ghost wandering the halls, desperately clawing against the wallpaper to make it all stop.

It didn't end with words, it seemed as if words weren't hurtful enough. You were caught in the crossfire, desperately trying to raise the white flag between the two, but you ended up becoming their stress ball. They would sometimes drown you, lock you up in the basement or straight up hit you. They kept squeezing you and throwing you around like a stress ball bound to burst, the people at school began noticing the bruises and cuts. In the end they left you alone, vacant and ignored since you began bringing your friends over your house.

And for the first time in a while you felt safe, you felt safe in Jeno's comforting smile when he tried to teach you guitar. You felt safe with Hendery's little pranks and teasing during practices. You felt safe in Donghyuck's presence whenever you two would head out after band practice, in his car with no particular destination in mind. The nights were long, but somehow it always ended too quickly for you. You wished you could stay for an eternity inside Donghyuck's car, it was a place where you didn't bother to be someone else except yourself.

It was a space where you weren't either the whore's daughter or the useless excuse of a student. You were just authentically you and Donghyuck openly accepted you, he didn't say it but you knew he did. He didn't talk whenever you didn't feel like it, he opened the car window when you wanted to watch the stoplights and streetlight wiz by. That's what made those nights perfect, it was Donghyuck's soft humming along the mediocre pop song on the radio. His weirdly specific defensive monologue whenever you brought up his tacky lavender car scent. Donghyuck's presence in general as he would sometimes just hold your hand while you thought to yourself.

One of those nights where you thought to yourself that life should always be like this, you didn't know how, but you knew that Donghyuck has to be apart of it. You decided that the world may go to shit, your parents may end up getting a divorce, you may end up living the rest of your life as a deadbeat. But you no longer cared as long as you had this place, in a worn out car seat next to him; well that was what you thought at least.

"And that was the day that I promised,

I'd never sing of love if it does not exist"

Donghyuck's sudden departure from the band shocked both Jeno and Hendery, they took it considerably well in all honesty. They still wanted to continue on with the band, partly because they needed the money from the gigs and mostly because they worried for you as a friend. You tried your best in trying to continue with your life and look for another drummer, for another Donghyuck in your life. As silly as it sounded since you were the one that pushed him away, you would think of him most days. You were only realizing how important Donghyuck was in your life.

He was always the one who took care of you, reminded you to eat and rest whenever you forgot. He would show up at your dorm to bring you breakfast or make you coffee, remind you that some of the books you borrowed from the library was due tomorrow, or even just chat you to check on how your day was going. Now that you had changed your number and avoided him like a plague you were starting to realize how much you lost.

And you had thought of calling him, or maybe reaching out to ask how his day was going, the same way he used to check on you. You were so tempted that you showed up at his place, a second away from buzzing his doorbell, but you remembered. You remembered how awful you were to him, you were reminded of the pain and misery you've caused him all through out your lives so far. You were being selfish yet again, so you stopped yourself. You immediately turned around that day and called up Hendery and Jeno to tell them that the band was over, you didn't have the guts to face them anymore.

The guilt was eating you alive, they had tried to convince you otherwise but you pushed them away too. The only person who you kept in your life was Mark. You still felt happy to be around him, although you didn't feel comfortable since you felt like you had to keep a facade around him. He seemed glad to see you more often, you'd cling onto him like a flee for days. But there came a time when he finally asked why you were so vacant these days, and where were your other friends; it was an argument caused by Mark's growing irritation for being required to see you everyday and almost having to babysit you like child, all the while trying to keep up with other activities going on his life. You had left him without a single word and returned the next day like nothing happened.

He genuinely did like you, he wished things were different but he couldn't handle the nonstop texts and calls that came from you every minute of the hour, he was beginning to get sick of it. And you immediately notice his distaste, the way he would dryly reply to your messages or not talk to you whenever he did have time to see you. You knew you were becoming a bit too much for him, desperate for company that you became too overbearing, a bit too possessive and selfish when it came to his time.

And for the first time, you felt it. You felt how your heart sunk everytime Mark chose to answer a call from a friend when you were talking to him, the way he would look anywhere else but you whenever you tried to start conversations. You were usually on the other end of the stick, careless of other people’s emotions and too busy living in your own world. You finally knew what it felt when Donghyuck dated you, and what horrible thoughts that came with it. In the end, you knew that Mark was too kind to end it with you, he obviously knew you were having issues in your personal life, but he couldn't be bothered anymore; he's tried talking to you about it, but you'd always change the topic.

So you told yourself that it was better if you would be alone for now, this is the tenfold of misery and hurt you've caused everyone around you, especially Donghyuck, your world was falling apart as more and more people left.  You eventually ended things with Mark, and he gave you a simple okay and left.  He didn't seem to notice you anymore, he continued to live his university life unscathed, it was as if you two never spoke in the first place.

He would sometimes smile at you or give you a small nod of his head whenever you saw each other around campus, but that was the most you've gotten from him. You didn't blame him, he didn't have time to waste with people like you. Being alone with your thoughts truly was eating you alive, you were beginning to go insane. Everytime you were about to reach out to anyone, either Jeno, Hendery, or Donghyuck, you'd always stop yourself to remind you that you deserved this.

You deserved to be alone, you cannot be loved. You were a heartless monster just as Donghyuck said and you lived most of your days alone while trying to survive with the little funds your new part time provided. You didn't know how, but you somehow lived as days went by. You watched the leaves and flowers bloom from the branches outside of your dorm till they wilted. It was now winter, and you freely wandered the streets. No other human could be seen outside, everyone was probably spending time with loved ones, since of course it was the holidays.

Days you should be spending with the people you cherish and loved the most, you could see the warm lights from within some of the homes, laughter resonates through the walls, probably the lovers and families enjoying their own company. Playing dumb board games and cuddled up by the fire, watching the grinch movies with eggnog and warm cups of hot choco. You never really understood the joys of the holidays, probably because the only other person you had spent it was with Donghyuck, and there you go thinking of him again.

As if thinking of him in everything you do wasn't enough, he began appearing in your dreams. You didn't know if it was pleasant to revisit old memories or did it hurt to reminisce what was lost between you two. And as much as it hurt you chose to remember him as someone you loved, perhaps not romantically, but he was someone you truly cherished. You thought that he'd comment on how cheesy you've become, so melodramatic that you'd give William Shakespear a run for his money when he's already in his grave.

You bitterly laugh at the thought, the cold makes your throat dry and eyes watery but you look up to the moon while standing next to a lamp post near the frozen river.  You could almost feel his presence, you truly were going insane that you started imagining things he'd say to you at times like this. The snarky comments and cute pet names he'd give you whenever you dragged him along for whatever adventure you had in mind. You remembered how he'd first complain about it to no end, but he always ends up coming with you. He always does, of course, he's Donghyuck, the person who stuck with you through thick and thin; the person you've hurt the most.

You begin humming a small tune, you didn't recognize it at first, but you ended up humming a paramore song. The song you both listened to during class the first day you two met, the same song that you sang here, with tears streaming down you cheeks. You didn't know you were crying until you felt the cold gust of wind brushing against your cheeks, a chill running down your spine as you sniffled.

"I hope you're happy now Hyuck, wherever you are," it felt weird to speak, you couldn't remember the last time you opened your mouth to say anything. it's been months since you've last said a word to anyone, you throat was dry and you could barely recognize your own voice, it was raspier than you last remembered.

"I'm happy enough to know we're looking at the same moon tonight at least." you laughed, your throat hurts like hell, the laugh came as a croak and you tried to gasp in air to try and stop yourself from breaking down.

It felt weird to listen to your own voice, everything felt unreal. These past few months were like a fever dream to you, you even wondered if you were dead and this was some cruel purgatory you served for the shit you pulled back then. You've thought about jumping into the frozen river, maybe the cold would at least wake you up if this was truly some cruel nightmare. If not it could also finally end all the suffering and pain you know you caused yourself, what hurt most was you cannot blame anyone else for what is happening now. You shakily let out a breath, hands gripping the metal railing. You were about to jump over it when the street's fairy lights were suddenly turned on and it reflected off the thin layer of ice of the lake.

You wake up from your daze, what the hell were you thinking? The pretty lights distracted you for a moment, you pace your breathing with the consistent flicker of the warm glow of the tiny lights, trying to calm down.

"And I've always lived like this,

keeping a comfortable distance"

senior year, prom.

You bit your lip while watching the fairy lights flicker, whose idea was it to have tiny light bulbs as decoration for the photo booth, and god you wanted to give them a kiss now. It was such a hazard that you couldn't stop thinking of the endless possible drama it could cause, the prom queen could end up stepping on it and light her dress on fire, that would at least make the night interesting. You blew the tiny patch of fake snow off the table while you grumpily waited for someone, anyone, to step on one of the fairy lights, but you were dragged out of your reverie when you hear Donghyuck's voice behind you.

"Hey ugly,"

"Hey stupid," you replied, eyes shifting away from the photo booth for a second to look at him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, he wasn't wearing a tuxedo like the rest, or even a tie to at least try and be formal. He was sporting his favorite leather jacket with a green untucked button up underneath, he looked underdressed, the only effort he made to his appearance was the way he styled his hair to showcase his forehead.

"That's not a nice way to speak to your boyfriend" Donghyuck faked a gasp, dragging a chair to sit down beside you, you raised an eyebrow at him. The stupid crease on his jacket annoyed you to no end, so you fixed it for him, it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Boyfriend? I thought boyfriends put in extra efforts for prom? You know like in the movies, they give the girl a cute corsage and tell them how pretty they look and end up fucking in the bathroom or something?"

"You're beautiful." He says it blatantly, you stop to look him in the eyes, and it seemed genuine. You pursed your lips while trying to hide your smile, boyfriend Donghyuck was different from best friend Donghyuck, he was a lot... sweeter.

"Let's fuck in the bathroom later?" he added, to which you groaned and slapped his thigh. He only laughed at you while gently fitting his hand into yours, gently kissing your knuckles when you swore you were gonna bite his dick someday, just he wait.

Well you'll  give him credit, he at least made an effort to look nice for you. You didn't even bother to blow dry your hair today and you were wearing what you'd usually wear whenever you went out with him, just with a bit more grunge added, like black fishnet stockings. He wasn't complaining at all, he knew that whatever you were wearing tonight would end up ripped anyway, probably somewhere on his bedroom floor. And plus, you two didn't really attend prom, the only reason you bothered to this year was for the battle of the bands.

You were already done with the performance so you were all simply waiting for the announcement of the winner. You knew Jeno was probably out on the dance floor dancing with his date in a proper suit and tie like a gentleman, but you had no idea where Hendery went. One second he said he was going to get you a drink, the next he's disappeared before you into thin air. So you were left with Donghyuck, who was currently playing with your rings. As weird as it felt to have a label between you two, nothing's changed. You thought that you'd feel more awkward towards him, but the only thing that changed was the label, and you were happy in a way.

"Wanna dance?"

You perk up at his question, you finally realize that a slow song was playing. Everyone was paired off in front of you, even some of the teachers were dancing. You almost let out a laugh at the sight of some of couples who were trying their best to keep it in their pants. You thought he was joking until you looked over at him, he was shyly fiddling with his own hands now, not able to look you in the eyes. You would laugh if it weren't for the way he seemed so shy to ask, he looked like he was about to combust.

"I don't dance," you laughed, he looks up at you. You didn't know it was possible but he looked much more embarrassed now, it was cute it in a way.

"Let's get out of here?"

"Now that's more like it" you smirk, taking his hand to lead him outside of the gymnasium and to his car.  He didn't bother to fight it, he just simply let you drag him out to the parking lot.

He opens the car door for you and you played along, deciding to not tease him just this once since, of course, he was already red enough. He turns on the engine and you switch through different channels on the radio, finally settling on one when he pulls out of the driveway.

“And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.”

The song on the radio hummed in the background as he drove as carefully as he could, the roads were iced and it wasn't very safe to drive right now. He was about to take the turn to his house but you stop him and told him to bring you to the center of town, he was unsure why the sudden request, but he follows your directions anyway. For the moment, you stared at his face. The way the streetlights lit up his skin, you rarely saw his forehead and it did make him look attractive. Well he was already attractive in the first place but you couldn’t help but observe the way he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel to the song’s beat, it looked instinctive and natural to him.

"So are you finally going to murder me and take my intestines to sell on the black market?" he spoke, and you laughed, throwing your head back; he was finally starting to look handsome to you, and he opens that damned mouth of his.

"Kidneys my darling! Your kidneys will be worth a fortune!" you giggled while leaning over the center console to kiss his cheek, he smiled at the sound of your laughter.

He takes you exactly where you asked him, the center of the town. The exact intersection that’s considered as the heart of your buzzing neighborhood. The exact intersection that usually had so many cars, always the cause of traffic and delay, was now completely empty. All the stores near the intersect were closed, no other person in sight but the stoplights continued to operate. The colors red, yellow, and green appearing in an ordered sequence, proportionally timed. Although there wasn't a single car in sight, Donghyuck stopped when the light turned red.

"What are you waiting for?" you asked in confusion, he shrugs.

"Can you tell me why we're here?"

You didn't bother to speak, you simply got out of the car and stood at the center of the intersection. You opened your arms up to him and he watched you curiously, you let out a boisterous laugh, spinning around your heel. You forgot that the road was slippery so you fell flat on your back, still laughing. Donghyuck runs out of his car to kneel beside you, he had a worried look to him but it immediately faded away when you looked at him with joy in your eyes.

He scoffed, not forgetting to comment on how stupid you looked before offering his hand to help you stand up. You take his hand but instead of sitting up, you pull him towards you and he slips, ending up toppled over you. His breathing was uneven as it brushed cooly against your cheek, you close your eyes at the feeling. He gently kissed your cheek after a minute, finally standing up to brush himself off. You were still lying down on the ground, flailing your arms around to try and form a snow angel.

"Are you dumb? Get up before we get run over" Donghyuck tried to sound angry, but he couldn't stop the lilt in his voice, a tiny chuckles escapes his mouth.

"Shut up already and just lie down! Why do you always ruin the moment?” you whined looking up at him, still spread eagle at the center of the intersect, he raised an eyebrow at you, it was becoming a habit to him.

“Don’t you feel it too? The world’s stopped, they’ve finally shut up! So enjoy it and come lie down with me.”

“And if we get run over?”

“Then so be it” You shrugged, Donghyuck lets out a heavy sigh before taking his seat beside you. He doesn’t lie down, so you sit up to lean against his shoulder.

And the world stops, like what you said. For a moment the only thing you two could hear was the sound of your breathing and the beating of your hearts, he held your hand in his while you both watched the stoplight change colors. It felt like you two were the only people on earth, and it was the best. There was nothing but the moon, your thoughts, the stoplight, and him. And as peaceful as it was you couldn’t stop the thought from spilling from your mouth.

“Someday I’ll burn this town to the ground” you comment, and he snorts.

“Gee, it sure sounds like a solid plan” he says it sarcastically, and you turn to look at him.

“I’m serious! You better not get in my way or anything or else I’ll have to set you on fire” you say it with the most serious tone that he’s taken aback, well that was one weird thought he thought.

His face makes you laugh and he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to laugh with you. He shook his head when he realized you were joking, probably. You felt content and happy that you decided to grant him one wish. He once again has the confused face he had earlier, just when he was finally settled you suddenly move. He tries to stand up to follow you, but you told him that you’ll be back.

He watched you open the driver’s side of the car, he thought you were about to drive away and leave him here but he was abruptly stopped mid-thought when the speakers of the radio of his car boomed throughout the empty streets. His eyes widened, he was worried that it might wake the whole street up. Then he remembered that the residential homes were located near the outskirts of town, so it was unlikely that anyone would hear. Most of this area had shops and stores, so the people are probably back at home, you both aren’t technically disturbing anyone hopefully. He relaxes back into his seat to watch you waltz back towards him.

“So?” you asked, the smile on your face was infectious.

“So?” he mimicked dumbly and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, was he always this dumb?

“May I have this dance?” you groaned, turning red yourself. You blamed it on the cold, but he couldn’t help but laugh at you. At first it sounded like he was mocking you, but when you met his eyes to smack him on the head you were only met with eyes filled with so much endearment and affection that you could only pull back your hand.

He takes your hand to stand up, you complain of course, he was heavy. But he hushed you when he placed his fingers to your chapped lips, he smiled so widely that it looked like it hurt. You pursed your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and he securely holds your waist. Although the atmosphere was supposed to be romantic, your terrible sense of rhythm in dancing ruined it. You would think that you’d be good at following the rhythm when dancing being a couple of musicians, but you both always missed a beat by a second. And he could only laugh while you cursed, finally remembering why you never danced.

You were muttering something under you breath, but your voice hitched when he brushes his fingers against your hair. He placed a sweet kiss to your temple and you freeze, you felt your heart clench at the action. He begins whispering the lyrics to your ear, you swallow thickly. This was one of the rare times he’d sing to you, you tried to tell him countless times that his voice was beautiful, but he had always denied saying yours was better. But hearing him now, whispering softly against your ear while he nuzzled his nose to your neck affectionately made your heart throb. You take in a deep breath, this feeling in your chest, it was your heart clenching. You didn’t know if he was hurting you but you were so overwhelmed that you suddenly pushed him away.

“Did I do something wrong?” his eyes spoke, trying to reach out to you again but you take another step backward.

“This was a stupid idea” You were shocked to hear your voice crack, Donghyuck frowns at your comment.

“What do you mean?”

“Take me home.... now.”

He tried to take a step towards you but you run back towards his car, closing the door to wait for him. You lower the volume of the radio and try to gather your thoughts, what the fuck was that? You watched him walk back towards the car and swore to yourself, whatever the hell you felt earlier, whatever he did to you, he will never be able to do again. It was too much of a risk, and you swore to yourself to never let yourself be that vulnerable again.

He tries to talk to you on the way home, but your replies were dry. You were busy fiddling with your fingers while looking outside the window. He tried his best to make you tell him what he did wrong but he couldn’t get another word out from you the moment he pulled up in front of your house. You were about to leave but you decided to try and turn things around, you tried to get back to what you two were used to.

You kissed him, hauling yourself over the center console to sit on his lap. He tries to pull away but you continued to kiss, hastily lifting his shirt to try and remove it. In the end he was weak to your touch, he could never deny you of anything. He hoped that you two could talk it out in the morning but you were unavailable the next few weeks after that, busy fooling around with Johnny.

“I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.

I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream”

Present day.

The next day you decided to visit your home town. Although you didn’t have any family left to visit, you had volunteered to play at an orphanage, it was the least you could do for the holidays. If you couldn’t be happy, you could at least make others feel it. Who knew that Jeno’s stupid guitar lessons would end up becoming an asset to you, you could at least spread a little joy to the children who didn’t have parents, you somehow understood how they felt, in a weird way.

It was a joy to finally sing with a purpose again, hearing them laugh and sing along with you made your heart sore. Well at least you didn’t feel as useless after playing with a few of the kids and chatting with the caretakers and other volunteers. It felt freeing, to finally do something right. You fucked up this year for the most of it but you felt a bit less burdened when the children asked you to braid their hair or took your hand to dance with them. After serving your purpose at the orphanage you find yourself at the intersection. You don’t know what you wanted to accomplish, but your feet ended up taking you here.

And as expected it was filled with bustling life, people going in and out of shops to buy late christmas presents, children building snowmen and riding the tiny slopes made by the snow. The traffic as usual was heavy, the cars were honking and the streets were so noisy that no one could bearly hear themselves think. You sat by a bench near the park, the intersect still in your sight. You were eating a bagel mindlessly when a little kid sat beside you, he was eyeing your guitar.

“You play?” the little kid asked and you nodded, giving him a small smile to not scare him away, you probably looked like a walking corpse; you can’t remember the last time you slept properly.

“A little bit, like five songs?” you smiled and he instantly asks you to play, there was this urgency in his voice that you couldn’t help but immediately do what he was asking.

You bite into the bagel while tuning your guitar, thinking of a song to play, well out of the five you knew how to play. You began strumming the guitar to Paramore’s The Only Exception, humming the tune as best as you could with the bagel in your mouth. You end your humming after the first chorus to be met with a grimace, the little kid laughed at you.

“You’re no good”

“Hey!” you take out the bagel from your mouth to yell jokingly at him, he scrunches his nose up when you ruffle his hair and you laugh at his annoyed face, he somehow looked familiar, was he one of the kids from the orphanage? Wait were they even allowed to leave the orphanage?

“So what’s your name?” You ask, putting the guitar back into its case. The voice that meets your ears wasn’t the little boy’s, it was a voice you haven’t heard in a long time, a voice you thought you’d never hear again.

“Dongsuk,”

This has to be a dream, it couldn’t be real. You blink a few times before pinching yourself, you were probably hallucinating. Because there is no way, not a chance the Lee Donghyuck was now standing in front of you. That shit only happens in movies, this can’t be real. But you could only rub your eyes so much, he looked real, like real enough that he was getting closer to you. And he finally speaks, and you finally realize it really is him in the flesh.

“Where have you been?” he speaks, you first thought that he was talking to you but he grabs the little boy’s arm. He glances at you and you try to speak and he simply turns his nose away from you, you feel your world crack in half.

To his defense you were the one who moved dorms, changed your number, and avoided him like a plague. So his reaction was expected, you don’t know why you were so surprised. He was about to walk away when you finally speak, he stops cold in his steps when he hears your voice.

“Donghyuck...” He turns to look at you, and his eyes were still the same. It still had the same hurt and sadness you’d usually see when he looked at you, but he looked much more angrier than you remembered.

“Let’s... talk”

“You are the only exception, oh and I'm on my way to believing.”

[yan-genshin]

Hi! May I request yan! Aether with s/o that is/was really in love with him? 💙

a/n: aha you now get to witness MY aether characterization. i play the game with lumine but i do love braid boy quite a bit!

warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of violence and blood

❥ aether

he doesn’t really know life outside of what he’d been doing for eons- traveling from world to world alongside his sister. that was all he’d done, all he’d wanted to do; and as he stands now, stranded in teyvat, stripped off his wings and powers, of his twin, aether needs some sort of pillar to lean onto

his darling knows this- knows that aether is an outlander, that he’s deeply hurt by his sister’s disappearance- so it’s easy to excuse his clinginess at first. even if he always seems to be eager to help and rather unshaken, he’s been through a lot: it’s ok to let him be a little possessive, isn’t it?

aether is greedy with how he takes his darling’s love. before, he’d never even thought about romantic affection; he’d been content to just travel the world next to lumine, fighting and exploring by her side. but now, aether seems to take and take and take all his darling has to offer- their attention, their time, their everything if they’ll let him. he doesn’t particularly know he’s being greedy, after all, it’s the first time he’s felt like this.

but just because he’s found love doesn’t mean he’s giving up on his sister. aether doesn’t see what the problem is on taking his beloved along with him; doesn’t see what’s so wrong with uprooting their entire life in the city, taking them along to the dangers of the wild, taking the warm bed they used to sleep on and exchanging it into cramped camping cots haphazardly set up in makeshift tents or humid caves.

it wouldn’t be too far from the truth to say he drags them along, but he doesn’t quite force them. they love him, they really do:  enough so that when he asks them to please accompany him, saying he’s just headed to liyue, it won’t be that bad, they believe him even though they know aether has a tendency to run and fight any hilichurl camp he sees, know that he camps out in the wild just to hunt and explore old ruins on side roads nobody crosses anymore

on the second week of following aether, they begin to miss home. love can only take them so far- and it’s hard to justify the cold nights spent in aether’s shoddy camping cot as he holds them close, the weather far too frigid and yet the body heat being all too suffocating to be comfortable. it’s hard to justify the long walks when aether keeps deviating from the main road to explore and take on odd jobs and quests, hard to justify the horror of watching aether bring down almost unspeakable violence and gore upon monsters that nearly make them feel pity for the hilichurls he runs into. that last part is the scariest part, really; how ready and eager he is to unsheathe his sword and stab and dig into anything that crosses his path, how he turns and casually smiles or chats with them even covered in his enemies’ blood and carnage as paimon just laughs at him for getting his clothes dirty. they’re too far from any city to consider returning by themselves, knowing how dangerous the roads are. when they ask aether when they’ll be able to spend the night at an inn or at least somewhere in a town, he never seems to have a straight answer.

aether wants to show how well he can take care of them and protect them. he already lost someone he cared about; now, he seems almost too eager to cause carnage and bloodshed, as if to prove himself he can do anything to protect his darling. more twistedly, he wants his darling to watch- as he slashes at hilichurls and mitachurls, as he stabs into treasure hunters and fatui skirmishers. this is how much he cares for them, this is how he’ll protect them!

it always leaves just a sliver of fear in his darling’s mind, even when he’s making sure they’re never hurt. the question of ‘when can i go home’ grows less and less frequent as they notice aether becoming more and more disgruntled by it- the quiet whisper in the back of their mind bringing forth the image of aether bathed in his enemies’ blood with his sword in hand, asking if they really want to risk angering him?

perhaps in another time, they’d have laughed at the idea of aether hurting them. but after a couple of months of being forced to trudge along him as he continues his search, nothing seems impossible. he’s already been to liyue by now- been there and left, and of course they had to go with him. sometimes he visits mondstadt and spends a few nights at their place; and then it’s back on the road, no questions asked. the townspeople coo at how adorable it is the hero of mondstadt found a lover so dedicated to follow him on his adventures. sometimes they wonder if it’s truly still dedication making them follow, or something else

aether is like a cat at times. it’s been a while since he rented a room in an inn to rest, being used to roughing it out in the nature- but today he’s rented a room in wangshu inn after doing a favour for the owner and scoring a discount. paimon is off eating the meal that came for free with renting a room, leaving the outlander with his lover. he leans into them, and they stroke his hair- if he could purr, he’d surely be doing so, judging by how his eyes close and he snuggles closer. but their hand moves almost automatically, muscle memory of a time past when they’d look forward to snuggling with their lover. now when they look at aether, they can’t help but see him as they usually do: violent, covered in blood, holding little to no regard for others. the events of what happened earlier in the day keep them shell shocked: they’d run into a treasure hunter just relaxing, doing nothing wrong. and then the man had complimented their hair and aether had run him with his sword before he could finish speaking, blood sputtering from his mouth as he slouched forward. the outlander had then shaken the blood off his blade and turned to his darling, smiling as if nothing had happened.

aether is possessive. he doesn’t want anyone to look at his darling the way he does: it’s not so much fear of them being whisked away as much as it is an... almost childish jealousy. it ranges from downright violence to those he deems are crossing the line to just immaturely glaring and ignoring others he thinks are paying too much attention to his darling. he doesn’t justify his attitude. there’s no “i do it to protect you” or “i do it because it must be done” kind of talk. aether just does as he wants, always turning to his darling with his gentle smile even after committing horrible attrocities

out of the two twins, aether was the impulsive one. the one to jump the gun, the more talkative of the two (which isn’t much to say, seeing as both lumine and aether barely used words). he follows his gut instinct, letting himself be carried by his emotions. way back, lumine would be there to hold him back, be there to keep him on check, and he’d do the same for her, maintaining a balance. but now in teyvat there’s nobody to keep aether in check, everyone either hails him as a hero or doesn’t mind him much, and all he has is his darling to fill the void in his heart

he’s just... not going to let them go. in aether’s mind, he’s already formed a picture of the future where he reunites with lumine and takes his darling with him as he and his twin travel around worlds. he talks about it, sometimes- and it’s terrifying. he loves them, loves them too much, and it seems like he forgets that they have a life outside of his love for them

the fire crackles in the campsite as aether pokes at it with a stick, making sparks from the not-quite dry wood crackle. the smell of smoke and burning wood has long since stopped bothering them. it’s by no means a comfort- it makes them miss their cozy home, where the only smell of burning would come from the small fireplace and good hunter’s nonstop cooking- but they don’t cough anymore, they don’t squint their eyes in fear of smoke getting into them. as always, paimon fills in the silence and aether sometimes answers back with a quip or a remark- to him, this is as good as it gets, at least until he finds lumine. there’s a bruise on their wrist from when aether tugged on it harshly to get them to duck and avoid a ruin guard’s misiles, and it makes them miss home even more. but there’s no point in asking him when they can go home: by now they know it’s either never or until a monster, a fatui or even an archon strikes him down. he’ll never let them go- if he wants to keep them by force he can, and they look at his sword resting by the fire, cleaned up after being stained by blood time and time again. sometimes they wish he had a vision they could shatter to render him a bit less powerful, to make it so he couldn’t keep going, and it’s a horribly selfish wish to have, but they’re allowed to be a little bit selfish in their fantasies, right? after all, aether has already taken their life from them, and he’s not handing it back.

[a-n-conrad]

Dinner With May (PS4!Peter Parker x Reader)

[Summary: After the events of the PS4 Spider-man game, you find yourself and your boyfriend, Peter, having dinner at his aunt’s house. For some reason, Peter seemed even more anxious than usual. It wasn’t until you overheard a conversation between him and his aunt that you figured out why. (She/Her pronouns)

Warnings: PS4 Spider-man spoilers, not canon compliant, marriage/proposals, anxiety

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/LbodcqZ7nxfGbNW96)]

It had been a chaotic month for you and Peter. Peter had been working almost nonstop as Spider-man, having to fight all of his biggest villains along with his mentor and the man that his aunt worked for, two men that he looked up to and trusted. He had been hurt fairly badly at certain points, and you had to patch him up when he did.

Not to mention, at one point Dr. Octavius had released a plague onto New York in an attempt to get revenge against Norman Osborn, and for the few days after that, you were helping Miles Morales and Peter’s Aunt May work to help all the people at the F.E.A.S.T. center that were going there for shelter as the city descended into chaos. By the end of it, May had gotten sick, Peter had broken multiple bones, and you and Miles had been almost killed a few different times. Peter was barely able to save May in time, and the clean-up still wasn’t done, but you guys were finally able to take a day to relax.

May had noticed that the two of you had been working nearly constantly, so she had invited the two of you over for dinner. May was a sweetheart. And she was an amazing cook, too so you were relatively excited to get to sit down for a nice meal with Peter and his aunt.

She was making your favorite, which you had told her a thousand times she didn’t need to do. But she was insistent. At this point, she switched between cooking your favorite meal and Peter’s every time the two of you went over for dinner.

You didn’t get the chance to go over to her house as much as you would like. You were busy enough with your job, and most nights Peter was gone before dinner to go stop crimes throughout the city. So more often than not, you were on your own for dinner, grabbing something quick from a shop that does takeout on your way home from work late in the evening.

But you had taken the day off of work to finally get a chance to relax, and you had insisted that Peter do the same, despite his protests that he was “totally fine” and “couldn’t take a day off”. Eventually, you had to get Miles to promise that he could handle one night on his own and that he would call Peter if anything came up that he needed help with. He was still pretty new to everything, but he could manage the petty crimes on his own.

- - - - -

The sun was already setting by the time the two of you got to May’s house. It had taken you almost an hour to get Peter out of the apartment that you shared, between him needed to call Miles to check-in and him nervously trying to make sure that he remembered everything. He apologized profusely for the entire trip over for making you late, and you spent the entire time trying to convince him that he didn’t need to apologize.

He had finally calmed down a bit by the time you got to his aunt’s house. He was always pretty anxious, especially when he wasn’t in his Spider-man suit, but somehow he seemed extra nervous tonight. You wondered if maybe his mental health had been suffering lately, after everything that had happened. You had to admit that you were starting to get a bit worried about him. You knew he could take care of himself, but sometimes he just didn’t. He had this bad habit of sacrificing his health and safety for the people around him and you were worried that he was doing that again.

So you hoped that dragging him to a nice dinner with his aunt would get him to take a bit of time for himself. She had been trying to get him to take better care of himself for as long as you could remember, so maybe she could do something to help convince him to take a few days to himself every once in a while. You didn’t want to make it seem like you were ganging up on him, but you had almost lost him a few times in the recent past and you weren’t ready for that.

“So which one of us do you think is going to insist on doing dishes after dinner first tonight,” You asked, your tone a bit teasing as you tried to lighten the mood a bit and distract Peter from his anxiety.

“Hmmm,” He pretended to think about it, the way he usually did when you teased him and he decided to play along, “Probably you, since you always seem to beat me to it.”

“Now that’s not true,” You place your hand over your heart in mock offense, like one of the ladies in a Victorian Era period drama, “I let you do the dishes on my birthday.”

He shook his head and chuckled a bit at that, before finally knocking on the door to his aunt’s house.

She opened the door with a smile on her face and the smell of amazing food wafting out of the kitchen. She greeted you each with a hug, letting you into the house like it was your house too. She had tried to convince you that you didn’t need to knock, but you insisted. You got a bit anxious when manners were in question. Maybe your anxiety was part of the reason that you and Peter worked so well together.

“It’s so nice to see you two,” May said as the two of you walked into the house. Her eyes almost started welling up with tears as she looked at you and Peter. Peter had officially revealed his identity as Spider-Man to her in the heat of everything happening and, while she had known the entire time, she had been incredibly worried for his safety with everything that was happening.

“It’s nice to see you too, Aunt May,” Peter almost melted as he walked into the living room. The tension seemed to drain from his shoulders as he looked at his aunt and took in the fact that she was safe, “How are feeling?”

“Just fine, Peter,” She said, her voice kind and reassuring in the way that you knew would calm Peter’s nerves a little, “I’ve been recovering pretty well, and it helps to get a day off to rest.”

You could tell that the last sentence was a little pointed, not in a scolding way, but instead in the way your mom did when she knew you hadn’t had any water all day. With a bit of teasing but mostly with care and concern for your wellbeing. And you could tell that he could hear it too by the slightly sheepish look that crossed his face.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well,” You responded, unable to stop the smile from crossing your face. It was always kind of cute to see him come back home. You got to see him in a lot of different lights, as Peter Parker the scientist, the photographer, the awkward date, and of course, the city’s hero. But despite all of these different personas, you had to say that Peter Parker, the doting nephew was one of your favorites, “Thank you so much for inviting us over.”

“Of course, dear,” She turned to you with the same soft smile on her face, “You know you’re always welcome over, I’m just thankful that you managed to convince my nephew to take enough time off to come to visit me.”

You chuckle a little at that, “Of course, May. You know he’d come visit more if he wasn’t so busy with trying to stop every crime in New York.”

“Oh, I know. And I appreciate you looking out for him, dear.”

- - - - -

Dinner was nice. One of those moments that you wished you could freeze in time. You were warm and your stomach was full and you were smiling the entire time. It was the first time in a long time that you were pretty sure that nothing bad would happen for at least the next hour. You got to be domestic for just a little while, safe and happy and surrounded by the love of your life and his family.

“Alright, I’ll get started on the dishes,” You said when the meal ended, shooting a wink at Peter as you stand. May shot you the same exasperated look that she always did, but let you take her plate. She had given up on trying to stop you a long time ago, realizing that you would insist no matter what she said. Peter just chuckled a bit, remembering your conversation from earlier.

Doing dishes alone in the kitchen was nice sometimes. It was a moment for you to collect yourself. You loved May and Peter, and you didn’t mind spending the whole night with them, but sometimes a few moments of quiet was nice. The smell of the food still wafted around you, and the sound of the water rushing from the sink made you think of a waterfall sometimes, even though doing the dishes wasn’t exactly the most enjoyable chore.

Sometimes, if you focused, you could still hear the conversation that was going on in the dining room. You didn’t intend to eavesdrop or anything, you were just curious. Usually, they’d just alk about F.E.A.S.T. or maybe reminisce about when Peter was a child. It was just nice to listen in a bit on their small talk, getting to know what Peter was like with just his aunt and no one else around.

Today’s conversation was a bit different, though.

“So have you asked her yet, Peter?” You heard Aunt May ask, piquing your interest.

“No, of course not,” Peter sighed, “With everything that’s going on, all of the clean-up throughout the city, there really hasn’t been a good time.”

“I suppose that’s fair, Pete, but you’re going to have to ask eventually. Unless you don’t want to,” You were sure they were talking about you, but you weren’t quite sure exactly what he was planning on asking you. Well, maybe. But you didn’t want to assume. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“I do! I really do,” Peter responded, almost outraged at the idea that he didn’t actually want to ask, “I just want it to be perfect. And you know we’re so busy. This is my first day off since everything went down with Mr. Li, so I hardly have time to plan a romantic dinner.”

“Peter, you don’t have to plan out the perfect romantic dinner, I promise.”

“But what if she says no,” He sighed, sounding defeated, “It’s dangerous to be with me. I could put her in danger. And even if I don’t, what’s going to happen when she gets sick of having to take care of me? It’s not easy to deal with me running off all the time and coming back with cuts and broken bones.”

“No, it’s not easy,” May sighed, “But she’s been here for this long. She knows what she’s getting herself into, and she’s stayed this long. Has she ever asked you to stop what you were doing or to choose between her and Spider-man?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Then she’s not going to,” May explained, and you couldn’t help but nod, even though neither of them could see you, “She’s chosen to stay this long. If she was going to leave, she would’ve done it by now.”

There was a silence creeping out of the dining room as the conversation paused. You wondered if he believed it. Because May was right. It was hard, and you worried almost constantly about Peter, but you loved him. You loved him no matter how many dates he skipped out on to go fight crime or how many nights he woke you up at two in the morning to help patch him up after a fight. And you weren’t going anywhere.

The air felt heavy, and you felt your heart tighten a little. You knew Peter was a bit insecure and anxious. You knew that sometimes he didn’t feel good enough, he was overwhelmed and he felt as though the world was on his shoulder. But you had hoped that he knew that you would never think that he wasn’t good enough.

You weren’t quite sure what to do, but you couldn’t let him think like that. Before you could even think of a plan, you were walking into the dining room.

“Oh, uh, hey,” You could tell by the look on Peter’s face that he knew that you had heard their conversation, “How much of that could you hear?”

“All of it.”

All three of you froze for just a moment, before May stood up, “Well, why don’t I go finish the dishes while you two talk.”

“Peter, you know I’m not leaving, right?” You asked, sitting next to him as May walked out of the room.

“I know,” He sighed, “I just… You deserve so much better. I’m kind of a terrible boyfriend, (Y/N). I’m not super reliable, and I know I stress you out.”

“I’m stressed because I care about you, Pete. I love you and you’re constantly putting yourself in danger, but I understand it,” You explained, grabbing his hand on the table, “I love how much you want to help everyone, and I’ll always be here when you need me. I don’t mind if you have to run out on dates, because I know you still care. And you’re not a terrible boyfriend. You’re an incredibly caring person with the world on your shoulders, and you don’t have to do that alone, Pete. I’m right here, and I’m going to stay right here.”

You could see tears welling up in his eyes like he had been waiting for years to hear that. And maybe he had. You squeezed his hand lightly, hoping to reassure him a little. He looked up at you, looking at you like you were the only person in the world. Like if he had to trade the moon and all the stars in the sky to keep you safe, he would. Like you were the only thing that has ever and would ever matter.

“I love you, Pete,” You whispered, hoping it would finally get through to him.

“I love you too,” He replied, you saw his hand slip into his pocket, his fingers nervously fidgeting with something. You could tell he still had something on his mind, and you were pretty sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t want to push him. He’d ask when he was comfortable and you didn’t want to push him before that, “You heard the whole conversation, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, I’m sure you already know what I have to ask,” He sighed, sliding out of the chair and down to one knee, verifying your suspicions, “I wanted this to be more romantic, but, uh, well…”

You nod. You had a feeling he had already rehearsed the speech he was about to give at least twenty times, so you weren’t going to interrupt him, but you wanted to signal that he should keep going.

“(Y/N), I know it’s not easy to be with me. I’m flaky, I stay stupid stuff half the time, and I’d never wish the pressure of dating a superhero on anyone. But through all of this, you’re here, and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know if I could do what I do without you. You make me feel like the weight of everything I do isn’t as much as it is. And you give me something to go home to, somewhere safe and warm. (Y/N), you’re my lifeline through all of this mess, and it would be the greatest honor of my life if you would marry me.”

You’re crying so hard by the end that you don’t even notice the ring he pulls out of his pocket. You’re too busy trying to look him in the eyes through your tears, “Of course I will.”

You dropped down to hug him, and he pulled you as close to him as he could. It was a firm hug, and you could tell he was focusing really hard on not squeezing too tight. So you hugged him tighter. You staying like that for a few moments, soaking his shirt with happy tears, before he pulled back from the hug to grab your hand and slide the ring onto your finger.

“Congratulations,” May interrupted from the doorway, a wide grin on her face and proud tears in her eyes, “Now what do you say we have some cake to celebrate?”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

[mackjlee9]

Kageyama Tobio x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Masterlist

Haikyuu!!

Requested by _arisssh on Wattpad

  National Training Center...

I stared at the building before me, two of my teammates walking ahead of me, but I stayed a bit behind, wondering how I made it here. And that seemed to get my senpai's attention.

"Don't lag behind, brat." I frowned at Sakusa-san's words, having a glaring competition with him.

"Hey~ Hey~, no need to fight guys, let's go inside." Komori-san placed his hand on Sakusa-san's shoulder, showing a smile to both of us. I looked away and kept walking past them, hearing the black-haired male tsking as I did so.

As soon as I entered the building, I avoided eye contact completely, standing by the door as I waited for my senpais.

I heard the muffled sound of voices coming from outside, and soon Sakusa-san and Komori-san entered the building. My eyes stayed on them for a few seconds, before I noticed another male behind them...

"Tobio...?" I called him out loud, getting his attention. His blue eyes looked towards me, and they soon widened, an excited shine in them as soon as we made eye contact.

"(M/n)." I smiled at him and hurried to stand next to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder and hugging him tight against me. He yelped in my ear, his body tensing up at the sudden body contact, which made me realize who I was hugging. But when I was about to step away, his arms wrapped around my waist and he buried his face in my neck. "I... missed you."

My heart fluttered at his words, and I felt the huge urge to kiss him nonstop... just like the old days back in Kitagawa Daiichi

We would've stayed like this longer, but the organizers made us line up.

I could feel Sakusa's stare on me, but I just ignored him as I felt my heart race.

While the coaches explained something -that I wasn't listening to- I recalled the past.

Tobio and I met in our first year of middle school and we instantly became friends, the bests of friends, we played together a lot of matches and he was never too severe with me, probably because I could his "king tosses" or whatever our teammates called them. Despite everything that happened during our last year, we kept in contact when I told him my family was moving and I had to change schools.

Our schools never played practice or official matches, and Karasuno and Itachiyama weren't exactly close to each other.

But there was a part of our middle school moments that I couldn't think about right, because I would get a boner otherwise.

"Let's play a match!" The coach called out and everyone got changed before stretching on the court.

I played against Tobio and I couldn't stop looking at him, but thankfully that didn't affect my performance during the match, otherwise, Sakusa-san would've gotten mad at me.

Well, the first day was peaceful and kinda fun, during breaks and after we were done Tobio and I talked like the good old days, he showed me that cute, beautiful smile of his and his adorable laugh. Everyone's eyes were on us, but mostly on Tobio, probably because he showed himself to be really cold and unapproachable.

By the middle of the week, Tobio and I spent every day together, sharing our experience with our teams, even if he didn't really say much about his teammates, he did tell me about Karasuno's match against Oikawa-san and Ushikawa.

At the time I didn't have time to watch or listen to the matches, because our coach made us train a lot and we had our own matches to play. After talking happily together for a while longer, we finished our dinner and went to take a shower, going to our own bedrooms.

Unfortunately for me, I couldn't sleep at all, because I just had to catch a glance at Tobio's thighs, and that made me remember those days.

On the days when either one or both we would be stressed after a game, usually, he would go to my house and we... jerked each other off, and I fucked Tobio's thighs like two or three times because we weren't ready to go further than that. But, now that I've been with him these past few days, I just...

I don't think I can handle myself for too long. And fucking his thighs won't be nearly enough for me.

That's the reason why I couldn't sleep at all that night.

Between me and Tobio, everything was going fine, but I noticed how he would stare at me longer than usual, with a red face, before looking away as he pulled his t-shirt down. Now, I wasn't stupid, and I noticed his behavior, that's why, the night before what would be our last day here, I called him to my room.

I was sitting on my bed, contemplating if what I was going to do was the right thing, but two knocks on my door made me snap back into reality, realizing what I planned to do with Tobio tonight. Another unfortunate thing was the fact that I -obviously- didn't have any condoms or lubricant, so... this might not work out at all.

I stood up and dragged my feet to the door, internally debating with myself if I saw the correct signals and if Tobio actually wanted to do this with me, but I wasn't entirely sure anymore. Well, there's no going back now either way.

Standing outside of my room was Tobio, playing with his fingers and looking to the side, biting his lip. He wasn't wearing anything "lewd" or whatever, but the shorts he uses as pajamas were enough to get me horny.

His thighs are too thick compared to last year... how did he get so hot in such a short amount of time

I pushed that thought to the very back of my mind, and I moved aside, letting Tobio walk in. He walked until he was next to my bed, and he sat down. I did the same and sat next to him in complete silence.

It was a slightly awkward silence, and I didn't have the guts to break it. But apparently, Tobio did have them.

"S-so..." his voice trembled, making me look at him, a dark blush had covered his cheeks and up to his ears, but he wasn't looking at me, his eyes were cast down, staring at the floor. "Ar-are we go-gonna do it, or... not?"

Before I could control myself, I was already holding his chin, turning his face towards me, and kissing him. Tobio gasped against my lips, his trembling hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. My free arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to my body.

Without breaking our kiss, I knelt on the bed, Tobio shifted his legs to each side of my hips and I laid him down on my bed. My hands sneaked under his t-shirt, pulling it up and playing with his nipples. Tobio moaned softly, his teeth biting my bottom lip making me wince from the stinging pain, but I didn't mind it.

Instead, I broke the kiss and just stared at him.

Tobio's face was red, his hair sticking everywhere and he was panting heavily. It made me feel really proud how I was able to make a mess out of him just with a kiss. And as I looked further down that confirmed it.

There was a tent inside his shorts, a wet spot forming on it.

"Someone's quite eager, eh? Tell me, Tobio..." I slid my hands down his chest, stroking his stomach with my fingertips, reaching the waistband of his shorts and holding his thighs, spreading his legs apart as I pressed myself against him, "...What do you want me to do?"

Tobio gulped loudly, his body trembling at the pressure on his erection as I slowly grinded my hips against his. He bit his lip, his shaky hand rising up to cup my cheek, making me lean down, pressing our foreheads together.

"I w-want yo-you to... fu-fuck me, (M/n), I n-need it..." he mumbled as our lips graced each other.

The glossy look in his eyes stirred something inside of me... and all I wanted right now, was to make him feel good.

Without saying anything, I kissed him again, only this time I stuck my tongue in his mouth when he gasped as I pinched his nipples. I kept grinding my hips on his, and Tobio's moans were all muffled in my mouth, but I wanted more than this.

I pulled back, and the string of saliva connecting us broke as soon as I pushed myself back, my hands holding his t-shirt and taking it off, followed by my own. Tobio's eyes stared at me up and down, even if we'd seen each other every day when we showered, but he seemed to be observing me, and that was making me feel a bit embarrassed.

Trying to ignore the sudden embarrassment I was feeling, my fingers hooked on the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down and off his body. Tobio yelped when his body was in full display in front of me, and he tried to cover the obvious erection that was still covered by his underwear.

I held his wrists with one hand and moved them away, leaning down as I spread his legs open.

"(M/n-n)... wa-wait-," I stuck my tongue out, tracing the outline of his erection over his underwear. Tobio's body trembled again, his hips squirming on the bed as soft whimpers and gasps left his mouth, "D-don't li-lick it over i-it... mngh~."

I used my free hand to push down his underwear slightly, enough to pull his erect cock out of it.

When I looked up at him, his blue eyes were staring at me with desire and anticipation, biting his lips while his breath was shallow, his chest rising quickly with every breath he took. Tears were filling the corner of his eyes the longer I stared at him until he whimpered closing his eyes.

"Do it, pl-please... it hurts," I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, putting some pressure in my hold, and he opened his eyes with a gasp. Tobio stared down at me as I licked my lips, leaning down closer to his wet tip.

Pre-cum was oozing from his slit, sliding down his cock and wetting my hand. I used my tongue to lick a drop that was still falling, dragging my tongue all the way up, swirling around his head slowly. I saw how pre-cum was still coming out so I pressed the tip of my tongue on his slit, wrapping my lips around his shaft.

Tobio's body squirmed desperately around the bed as he tried to free his hands from my grip, his thighs trembled as his legs struggled against the urge of wanting to wrap around my head, and I let him do just what he wanted. I let go of his hands, moving my arms to hold him around the outside of his thighs, bobbing my head up and down as I sucked him off.

His long, slim fingers tangled in my hair, his legs keeping my head close. I was starting to have trouble breathing, but as I looked up at Tobio, my own erection started to hurt and I suddenly felt like I had all the oxygen in the world.

Tobio's body was shaking, his back arching slightly as his head was thrown back, and lewd noises were coming out of his mouth nonstop. He moaned, whimpered, and gasped shamelessly, crying out my name in pleasure.

I could feel Tobio's dick twitching inside of my mouth, so I pulled back without any kind of struggle, even if he tried to make me keep sucking him. Without warning him, I lifted his hips, the middle of his back resting on my knees as I ripped his underwear apart.

I didn't have enough patience to just pull it off.

With my thumbs I spread his cheeks apart, displaying his pink, twitching hole. Tobio whined and his hands reached up to cover his face, groaning something that I didn't bother to listen to.

I placed my lips over it, softly sucking on his entrance and soaking it with my saliva, Tobio's whimpers were muffled by his hands, but he was getting louder by the second.

"(M-m/nnn)~ fuck, I-it feels... good~," I swirled my tongue around his entrance while one of his hands situated itself back on my hair, softly tugging on it. I pressed the tip of my tongue on his hole, gently pushing it inside making Tobio gasp in surprise. "Yo-your ton-tongue is i-inside... (M/n)~."

His cries of pleasure kept coming out as I lapped around his walls, coating his insides with drool to lose him up enough. I moved one of my hands from his hips and I pulled my tongue out, licking three of my fingers instead. Tobio stared at me for a few seconds, before his eyes widened.

"Wait... wo-would that h-hurt?" I felt my drool starting to drip down my palm, so I stuck my fingers out, gracing his wet hole with them.

"With the proper stretching... no, but..." I shifted closer to his body, my erection pressing on his lower back, he obviously felt it as his eyes looked away while he covered the lower half of his face, "This would hurt a bit, Tobio, since it's your first time."

I lowered his body back onto the mattress, leaning down to place kisses on his neck, going up and whispering in his ear.

"But I'll make this as pleasurable as I can for you..." I nibbled gently on his earlobe making his body tremble.

While I started to push a finger inside of him, I littered kisses all around his face, down to his neck and chest, licking his nipples and stroking his dick with my free hand, attempting to distract him from any kind of pain. I curled my finger slowly, stretching him just a bit more so I could push another one in. A second finger went in slowly, and I did scissor motions as gently as I could, curling them every now and then.

Tobio held my face with both of his hands, pulling me closer to join our lips, I barely got to stabilize myself with both of my hands before my entire body weight fell on him, but he didn't seem to care. We kissed deeply and passionately, and I felt my heart flutter as heat rose to my face.

I tried to pull away, but Tobio wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips, his uneven breathing mixed with my own, touching my face. He stared into my eyes, a needy feeling shining in them as he stared at me.

"Just put it in already... I need it." One of his hands reached in between our bodies, sliding down until he held the waistband of my shorts along my underwear, pulling them down enough to make my erection spring out. "Fuck, how did it get that big...?" He mumbled to himself but, because of how close we were, I still got to hear him, and yeah, along with the slight embarrassment, I felt kinda proud... only slightly tho.

"But, I haven't stretched you enough, Tobio, I'm going to hurt you-," he didn't let me finish my sentence, holding the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss me again.

"I don't fucking care, just fuck me, (M/n)..." he moved his hips up against mine, the tip of my cock gracing his hole. Tobio kept begging me to put it in, to fuck him, over and over again in my ear, his legs trying to hold me closer and his hands playing with my hair, pulling it harder and harder by the second.

It was driving me crazy.

"You better don't regret this later, Tobio..." I muttered with gritted teeth. His left hand let go of my hair, his short nails scratching the skin of my neck, he winced in pain as I started to push myself inside of him, going as slow and gentle as I could. I looked up at him, tears were running down his face while he bit his bottom lip hard, muffling his grunts of pain.

It made me feel guilty, I should've just prepared him better instead of rushing things like this.

A sigh left my mouth and I started to pull out, but his legs wrapped around me tighter. I supported my weight on the mattress, struggling against Tobio's strength.

"D-don't pull it out now... I was fe-feeling good..." he mumbled between ragged breaths, I smiled at him and leaned down to press my forehead on his shoulder, stroking his hair.

"You don't have to push yourself for my sake, Tobio. I know it hurts, so let me pull out," I whispered next to his ear, making goosebumps appear on the skin of his neck. I slid down my hand, placing it on his waist and stroking his pale skin, "We can do it like the old times..."

"No." Tobio held my face up, unwrapping his legs from my hips, and I finally pulled out of him, "I want to do more, and if you're not going to give it to me..." his hands were positioned on my chest, and he pushed off of him, my back laying on the bed, his slim body climbing on top of me. "I'm going to take it myself."

I felt my dick touching his entrance again, and I saw him reaching behind him to align it correctly, "Wait, Tobio-."

A choked moan came out of my mouth when he lowered his body fully into my cock, the tightness... the warmth... fuck, it felt so good.

But Tobio wasn't feeling good right now, he was trembling from the pain, hands gripping the bedsheets and whimpers were leaving his lips. He was feeling a huge amount of pain, that was as clear as water, but there wasn't much that I could do to help him, with every subtle move I made he would wince and I was starting to feel mad at myself for asking him here, at him for not listening and impotent for not being able to help him.

Even though I knew that, I tried. Very slowly, I sat up on the bed, wrapping my arms around Tobio's waist and burying my face in his chest, I stroked his hips lovingly, and I left kisses all over the exposed skin that I could reach. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and he softly cried on my neck, grunts of pain reaching my ears and making me feel even worse.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, until Tobio pulled back and kissed me, shifting his knees on the bed for a better position, and he began to bounce up and down slowly. Gasps were leaving his mouth now, and his erection was leaking pre-cum once again.

I adjusted my grip on his waist and I helped him move, getting faster and faster.

Tobio threw his head back, his nails scratching my chest as he cried out my name. "(M/n)... g-go faster... fa-fast-Ah!" My jaw clenched as I felt him squeezing me eagerly, I laid back down on the bed, holding him close to my chest and pressing my heels on the bed to speed up my thrusts.

Tobio was a moaning mess on top of me, hiding his face in my chest as he dug his nails into my skin. I  kept my arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him close with every push inside of him. His voice echoed off the walls and I was pretty sure a few other players were able to hear us, but I couldn't care about that right now.

Especially when Tobio started to bounce in time with my thrusts, "Fuck, (M/n)... there, i-it feels good there..." his palms on my chest helped him lift the top half of his body, glossy blue eyes filled with tears stared into my (e/c) ones, drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth as moans escaped him.

I reached a hand up to hold the back of his neck, and I pulled him close to kiss him. He gasped against my lips, kissing me back but the kiss soon turned messy as I speed up my thrusts, reaching deeper inside Tobio. His whimpers were swallowed by my mouth, and I held him still, preventing him from pulling back.

Grunts of my own were coming out too, approaching my orgasm rather quickly, but I'll just hold it in for a bit longer, pushing on Tobio's prostate over and over again to make him cum. I broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, staring at his expression. Tears ran down his face, his mouth was wide open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, I could feel his walls tightening around me and his pre-cum coming out, landing on my stomach. He was about to cum, and I was going to make sure he had the best orgasm of his life.

I gripped his hips tightly, slapping our skins together with every thrust, Tobio held himself with shaky arms, his tongue barely sticking out of his mouth and the sight was too lewd to handle. My movements kept going fast and deep, but I was starting to feel tired and how close I was.

My thrusts got sloppy, and I couldn't keep moving for long.

"T-Tobio... I-I'm gonna cum..." he stared at me, and a sadist smile showed up on his face. "Tobio...? AaH!"

He started to bounce on me fast, moaning my name and clenching around me.

"Cum inside of me, (M/n)." His smile grew more, his hands moving behind him to support himself with my thighs, shamelessly showing himself to me.

All I could do was thrust upwards, growling and moaning Tobio's name, he was letting out moans between whimpers. He struggled to keep moving too, so I helped him, holding him up and down.

The wet noises of our skin slapping together and his sweet moans were enough to draw me to the edge, and with one final thrust, I came inside of Tobio while he came on his chest, some of it landing on me. His breathing was loud and uneven, his body shaking and soon, his arms gave out, but I held his waist in time, holding him close to me.

I lifted him slightly, gently pulling out him, he winced softly from the pain but relaxed his body on top of me. We were sweaty and covered in cum, it was a bit uncomfortable but... I didn't want to let Tobio go, knowing that tomorrow would be our last day together, and we'll have to wait for the nationals to meet again, so this was a precious time for me.

And I especially didn't want to move after Tobio snuggled close to my chest, letting out soft and cute groans. My heart fluttered, beating faster than before and I felt my face heating up too, he obviously heard my heart suddenly racing and he looked up at me, his sleepy and tired blue eyes staring at me.

I didn't know what to do or say, so I just looked away, completely embarrassed, and that made Tobio chuckle. He got off of me and lay on the bed, dropping his arm around me.

"...I love you, (M/n)."

His soft whisper broke the silence in the room, and when I turned to look at him, he was already asleep, so I slowly sat up on the bed and got up, looking for some extra clothes and a hand towel to clean him up.

After I cleaned myself and dressed him in one of my shirts, I got in bed and hugged him by the waist, he buried his face in my chest, hugging me back. I placed a kiss on his hair and closed my eyes. "I love you too, Tobio." That was the last thing I said, before falling asleep. 

[enigma-im]

Third Day of Christmas...

Trope: Enemies to Lovers (NSFW) Relationship: Minotaur x Human Word Count: 4,025

It all started with a note on the door.

Imani didn't expect to find a letter taped to her door that morning, or any morning for that matter. For a good couple of seconds she feared it was from her landlord, an eviction notice of some kind. That went right out the window as she read the chicken scratched handwriting.

Dear apartment 23 resident,

I'd appreciate it if you would keep the noises to a minimum after 10 pm. The singing has kept me up well past midnight. The stomping at all hours has been less than appreciated. Also, I hate to point out that your dog hasn't been a saint either, barking every morning at 7 am. So if you would please, muzzle the dog and stop the late-night parties.

                                 Signed, apartment 15 resident.

Imani is confused for a moment, walking back into her apartment while rereading the letter. All of it is not true, starting with the singing. She does not sing, especially that late in the day. The neighbor on the other hand has a daughter who doesn't understand her own volume, blaring out BTS songs at odd hours. The stomping is a ridiculous accusation, almost typical in these situations. The only time she can admit that her walking would be loud is when she first gets home and hasn't gotten to removing her shoes. Besides then, she is as quiet as a church mouse. An hour after she gets home she spends most of her time lounging in the living room. so how can she be making noises if she isn't moving?

The woman drops the note onto her kitchen table, put off by the audacity. She looks over to her little dog, shaking her head as she thinks back on the next line. Her dog doesn't bark! He is as silent as can be, never even growling. The most this 'resident' can accuse her pooch over is his nails scratching at the floor. Even then that shouldn't even register through the floors.

With the morning turned sour, Imani quickly organizes her things and heads out for work. The whole day is spent thinking hard on her letter, thinking about what needs to be done. Should she ignore it? Pretend she never got it and go on with her life? That would be the easy approach, even kinder one, but she ain't that kind of bitch.

When she got home late that day she storms into the kitchen, making sure to stop with her shoes still on, and grabs a notebook. She jots down a little message for 'resident 15' with as much passive aggression as she can put into words.

Dear resident 15,

The bold claims you have taped to my door have been read. I'd like to take the time to inform you of your misguided claims. I, for one, am not the local American Idol star. That award goes to Tiny Tina in apartment 22. I don't know why you have such an issue with her music, BTS songs are a bop.

Next on the list is my 'stomping'. Excuse me for correcting you again, but I do not 'stomp' around my apartment. The minute I get home from work I am sitting on my ass watching television till it's time for bed. So I ask you, how can I be stomping around if my feet do not move off the couch?

Finally, my dog. My dog is a saint, for your information, he is the quietest animal I have ever owned. I haven't heard so much as a peep from him since he was a puppy. Maybe check around for other noisy pooches because mine isn't the problem.

With this all said, I hope you find a solution to your problem because bugging me was not it.

                                       Sincerely, resident 23

Signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered. The next morning on the way to work she tapes the little note to the numbers on unit 15. smug, she walks out of there with her head held high.

Feeling proud of herself even further into the day she isn't ready for the speedy reply taped to her door, along with a missing doormat. With a huff, she snatches the note and heads inside. She unfolds the sheet, reading:

Dear 23,

I am not mistaken, and I'm taking your welcome mat until you know how to be a proper upstairs neighbor.

                                         -15

She gawks at the letter, put off by the blatant admission of theft. Are they a child, taking away things as a punishment? This is completely idiotic! She should march downstairs and confront the fool who thinks this is a proper course of action. Well, she would if she didn't also want to get back at them.

Throwing the paper onto the coffee table she flops down on the couch to think. What is the best way to get back at them?

A floor below rests Church the Minotaur. He is getting ready to go on a run, sliding on his sneakers as he opens the door. Glance to the side he catches sight of a gaudy plethora of stickers and glitter, his door dressed to the 9s with rainbows. He is taken aback, looking at the decorations with ire. Above it all sits a folded up piece of paper taped to the door. He quickly snatches it, reading it.

15,

Return the doormat and I'll clean your door.

                                    -23

Church chuffs, grinding his teeth as he looks to the door again. He didn't think he was being unfair when he first gave them a letter. It was a polite way to ask them to shut up. He just wanted some sleep, was that too much to ask? He looks to the door again, apparently, it was.

Imani opens the door fully expecting the letter. With a bit of a pep in her step, she grabs it, reading it as she walks to her car. She snorts, crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trash.

23,

This means war

                           -15

The next few weeks are filled with pranks of varying variety. The two start small, Imani stomping around upstairs with her heaviest pairs of boots, Church banging his hand against the ceiling during the quiet hours of the night. Next with more glitter courtesy of Church, a well-timed package that exploded in Imani's kitchen. He swears he could hear her surprised scream from below. Imani gets him back with a similar package, one with a jump scare card.

It's a back forth of one-upping the other. Church orders Imani eight pizzas, forcing her to reluctantly pay for it when seeing the nervous kid trying to deal with the mix-up. Imani manages to hook her phone to his Bluetooth speakers, playing random screams at all hours of the night. Church gets her back by attaching an alarm to her door so when walked out that morning she was startled by a firetruck worthy honk.

It seems it’s the last straw for Church when he receives his own glitter bomb of confetti cocks. It gets caught on the carpet, sneaking into the couch cushions, and sticking to his clothes. Quickly dusting himself off he charges upstairs, reaching her door and banging on it. He taps his foot frustrated and angry.

The door clicks open, Church already ready with his rant. Imani is equally prepared, excited with the chance to chew him a new one. When the two see each other they stumble on the words, looking one another over with confusion. Neither of them expected the other to be anything but some angry middle-aged person looking for a fight. They hardly assumed that the other would be so…attractive.

"I, uh," church shakes his head," You! A damn dick bomb? Do you understand how ingrained they are into my carpet? I sent you a cheap one, something you can easily clean up but you couldn't even consider that!"

"What," Imani comes back to her own," those craft herpes were not easy to clean, I'm sure it's still in the kitchen now and staining my clothes. So don't you dare come at me with 'woe is me' look like you had any consideration at all for my floors."

"Well excuse me, I didn't hack into your speakers to play Halloween screams all through the night. I damn near had a heart attack at 2 in the morning because of you," he points to her, debating on jabbing her in the chest. She slaps his hand away before he gets the chance, scoffing.

"At least I didn't make you spend money on eight pizzas! Do you know how much eight pizzas cost? It was like seventy bucks. I'm just glad you didn't splurge on something more than a single topping pizza. But fuck you for making them all pineapple you monster," she bites back.

The two ramble on long enough for the neighbors to peek their heads out. Embarrassed, they close out their argument with a huff and a door slam. Church heads off to his apartment, falling onto the couch while grumbling to himself. Imani growls and mumbles in her bed. They both can't help the thought that ruins all their anger:

God, they were hot.

The pranks don't stop in their frequency. The two continue, using their frustrations at their traitorous thoughts to fuel their revenge.

Imani still plays with his speakers, using screamo songs to annoy him in the afternoons. Church booby traps her door again with more glitter, his preferred weapon as of lately. She takes up tap dancing, he pays the kid next door to blare BTS near the shared wall of her apartment. She puts a fake ticket on his car, he puts vulgar stickers on her's. the childish game goes on and on.

Imani sits in her room one night, frustrated beyond belief with the sexy minotaur. She can't get his face out of her head. Why did he have to be cute? It's not like it makes the little game they have going harder to do. No, it just makes it seem more than it is. She has to constantly catch herself praising his wit in some of the stunts he pulls. Scolding herself nonstop for wanting to stop by his place and yell at him some, just to see him. It's stupid, wanting to actually get to know him.

Church relaxes in bed, feeling more bothered than Imani. He has hit a bit of a dry spell in his sexual life, or his solo sexual life. He can't jerk off without picturing the little hellspawn upstairs. It would be easy to give in and just think of her but it would be too much. She is an enemy, not a potential interest. So what if she is one of the sexiest humans he has ever seen? Who cares if her ability to keep up with him in this little war is kind of turning him on? It doesn't matter, right?

He sighs in defeat, "I don't think I can believe that even if I tried," he grunts as he clenches his shaft.

Imani is at home setting up her next plan when someone knocks on the door. She looks to the clock surprised at someone visiting this hour. Confused, and cautious, she gets out of bed and walks to the door. Looking through the peephole she rolls her eyes at who she sees.

Imani opens the door," if this is about the folk music I'll tell you now I'm not changing it back."

"No," he growls," this is about the tap shoes. Metal on wood makes for some very undesirable sounds."

"Well, excuse me for trying to take up a new hobby. What about you paying off the kid next door to play her music next to my wall? I swear that little demon doesn't sleep," Imani scolds.

"Speaking of little demons, can you for the love of god shut your dog up. Every morning I hear his damn barking and I'm seriously debating calling someone," he takes a step into her space, scowling at the dog behind her.

"He doesn't bark," she pokes at his chest," I have never heard him even make a yelp since he was a puppy so I suggest you come up with a better lie than that."

"A lie," he shouts," your fucking dog barks, stop thinking he is some sort of mute."

"He does not," she shouts back.

"Does too," he steps closer.

"Does not," she raises her chin.

"Does too," he grabs her hips.

"Does not," she tugs at his shirt.

"Does too," he says, lowering closer to her. Before she can get her turn he quiets her with a rather harsh kiss, mashing his lips to hers. They grapple one another, pulling the other closer as they stumble into her apartment.

Church kicks the door shut as he fumbles with her shirt. She helps, parting from him long enough to cast the clothing aside. He tugs her back in for a sloppy kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth as she unbuttons his top. Thrusting his shirt down his arms while they bump into the sofa. Church beings unclasping her bra, uncoordinated as she sucks on his tongue.

The two fall to the couch, church not wasting any time with her freshly revealed tits. Imani gasps, petting down his chest to his pants. As he suckles on a nipple as she pulls him from his pants, holding his cock in her hand. He stutters in his attentions, panting heavily against her chest as she jerks him off.

"Oh, fuck," he groans.

"Like that big boy," she steals his attention, him looking at her cocky smile.

"Shut up," he reaches down to her pants, palming her through her jeans. She bucks into his hand, rolling her eyes at his smirk. He quickly discards her bottoms, tossing them away without a care. He watches her as he pets at her pussy, delving between her lips to feel how soaked she is for him.

"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," he pushes a finger in. she clenches her jaw, groaning from the intrusion. He chuckles, feeling rather confident as she rides his hand. Not caring for his large ego she reaches for his cock once more, feeling him throb in her grip.

"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," she mimics back smugly. He throws her an annoyed look, removing his fingers and slapping her hand away. Dropping a hand beside her head he leans down, looking between them as he prods his cock to her pussy. They both flinch, eager above all else. They both watch as his head parts her lips, poking at her clit with short nudges.

"You think I can make you scream like those damn Halloween recordings," he jokes as he grinds into her.

"No, I don't think you have the stamina," she jabs back, trying to stop the urge to buck against him. Church leans down and nuzzles against her neck, pressing a sweet kiss under her jaw.

"I guess we will just have to see," he grins, feeling less confident than his words suggest. His cock is damn near ready to burst with just his tip being coated in her sweet juices.

Church reaches between them, pressing his cock to her entrance. He guides his tip in, stretching his arm up to rest it beside her head. The only warning he gives her is a sultry smile before he shoves forward, both crying out at the suddenness.

"Oh, shit," Church whimpers beside her ear. Imani grabs at his arms, feeling utterly stuffed. He pulls back, thrusting forward quickly. Imani appreciates him not wasting time just pistoning into her. The need has been building up all week, the denial adding a new level of appeal to this want.

He rams into her, listening to her try to hide her cries of pleasure. He feels her body tell him what he needs to know, feels her walls pulling him in with every buck of his hips. She wants him as badly as he wanted her. It's satisfying to church to know this. To know that she needs this as much as he does. Not wanting to miss a thing he sits up, grabbing her hips as he does.

"Look at you," he groans," trying to hold back those little moans and whimpers. Don't fight it, babe, I wanna hear you." Imani startles herself with a cry, arching her back as his words add kindle to the fire. She wants to pretend this isn't happening, that she isn't getting fucked by her apartment enemy. But damn, does it feel fantastic.

Church watches her writhe on the couch, his stomach clenching as he tries to fight off cumming at the sight. Her tits bounce with each clap of their hips and it's driving him wild. Reluctantly he shuts his eyes, thinking about anything else to prolong this blissful torture.

Imani wails and whimpers as her insides are set aflame. As her orgasm comes rushing to the forefront she locks her legs around his waist, grinding like a madwoman into his thrust. She cries out her pleasure, utterly wrecked as she falls apart.

Church chokes on his breath as she clenches around him. He can barely think as she holds him in a vice grip. His hips go wild as he finds himself coming to an end. It's only half a thought that he undoes her legs and pulls out, grinding against her as he cums on her stomach. Imani watches in rapture as he tosses his head back and moans, the sound going straight to her already throbbing clit. She watches him spray out over her and she can't look away for even a second.

Church falls onto his hands, panting as he holds himself over her. He can't believe it. He got to fuck the cute hellspawn that has been tormenting him all month. At this moment he couldn't even think about the countless hours of sleep missed because of her little pranks. Right now all he can think of is holding her close and taking a much-needed nap. As he attempts the action he looks to her stomach.

Imani is bone-deep satisfied. Her body is relaxed against the couch and she feels like she's on cloud nine. She hardly notices when Church climbs off her, his footsteps fading away. When she does notice, it stabs at her heart a little. She watches him button up his pants, reaching to the floor to grab his shirt. I guess he's leaving, she thinks.

Church grabs his shirt from the floor, bunching it up as he turns back to her. She looks surprised when he crouches beside her and mops up the mess on her stomach with his top. He wants to laugh at the shocked expression but bites his cheek against it. With her all clean he tosses the shirt away and crawls in beside her. The couch is rather small so he lifts her onto his chest, lounging on his back. He cradles her against his front, ready to take a well-deserved nap.

Imani is rather confused as she watches him fall asleep. She fully figured he would dip after everything, she surely didn't expect anything from this. They were still in a war. A truce was never called but she can't help but think this changes something.

Shrugging, she snuggles up to him, enjoying his soft fur against her cheek. This is a problem she will deal with in the morning.

Imani wakes up alone in her bed. She is nearly tempted to figure the night with Church was all a dream till she feels the subtle ache in her legs. Ride a bull, you should expect some soreness. She chuckles to herself as she dresses. Walking into the kitchen she prepares for a lazy day indoors while she figures out how to deal with Church and her's relationship. As she gets ready to feed her pup does she realize the lack of said pooch.

"uh, Giovani," she calls out. No answer. She calls out again, searching around her apartment frantically. Did he get out while the door was open last night? Surely she would have noticed if he managed to sneak past. She rounds the apartment again just in case before she runs to the door, throwing it open in a rush. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots something hanging on her peephole. She tenses at the sight, snatching it.

Imani I have your dog Church

Imani scoffs, crumpling the letter as she marches downstairs. She can't believe she let herself think that things would change between them. That this little prank war can be swapped out for an actual relationship, friendship or otherwise. Above all, she can't believe he stole her dog.

Rounding the corner and stopping at door 15 she pounds her fist against the wood. She continues pounding till the door opens, revealing a smirking Church.

"Hello, babe, what brings you here so early," he asks, leaning against the frame.

"You stole my fucking dog, I want him back," she snaps, no ounce of playfulness available. Church nearly stutters on his act, a little worried about her protectiveness over her dog.

"Now, I stole him for his own good," he explains," with his separation anxiety I figured it is best if he got used to my apartment since I'm going to take up training him."

Imani scoffs," Excuse me? My dog doesn't have separation anxiety nor does he need to be trained by some dog snatching idiot with horns."

Church deadpans," idiot with horns?"

"It's early, they can't all be gold," she rolls her eyes," doesn't matter, give me my dog back."

Church shakes his head, frustrated at her denial. Instead of answering her, he calls for the pup, leaning down to pet him when he comes trotting over. With the dog properly excited he takes a step into the hallway with Imani and shuts the door. Imani looks from him then back to the door.

"What are you doing," she asks.

"Just wait," he holds up a finger. They both stand silently, nothing happening. Imani opens her mouth to acknowledge the ridiculous of waiting in front of a door when her dog begins whining, yelping loudly from inside the apartment. Church looks over to her with a smug grin, "Told you he barks."

Imani flusters, gawking at the door and listening to her dog cry out. Church opens the door, the pup running out and jumping at Imani. Still embarrassed, she pets at her dog before picking him up and walking away. Church watches her turn the corner, not saying a word as she departs. He sighs.

It's a good day of nothing that picks at Church. Surely he didn’t push too far, he didn't really intend to keep her dog so it wasn't that mean. He just wanted to prove that her dog did bark, finishing the month-long war on a hopeful note. It wasn't meant as another attack against her. He really did intend to help by offering to train her dog.

Throughout the day he debates going up there and apologizing, to offer an olive branch of some kind so he can actually get to know her. Last night for Church was…amazing. It was something he wants to do again, to explore further. That may be a pipe dream now.

Late into the afternoon church gets a knock on his door. He jumps up, feeling rather stupid as he quickly answers the door. Expecting Imani he is left disappointed as no one is there. No one could have left that fast. He looks down the hall, left to right. Nothing. With a defeated sigh he begins to close the door. He stops when a fluttering piece of paper catches his eye. Excited, he snaps it off the door unfolding it swiftly.

Church,

Dinner at my place, 8 pm

                               -Imani

Church smiles to himself, refolding the paper and heading back inside to get ready.

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The Deep End

Boba x fem!reader, drabble-y angst + smut, Fennec makes appearances as your bff

TW: unprotected sex, drug use (they smoke a joint)

Translations (Mando’a)

cyar’ika - sweetheart

***

You smiled as Boba passed by you, looking into your face briefly. You pushed down the butterflies he gave you, trying to act reasonably. You were an adult after all. Fennec played her turn at Dejarik. You absentmindedly made a terrible play, still thinking of Boba.

“Girl, get your head in the game. I’m inclined to let you redo that move.” She tapped your hand. You looked down at your stupid move, still thinking of Boba. A small smile played on your lips. “Ah, well. I’m pretty sure I’m losing anyway.” She shrugged and continued play. You didn’t notice the look she gave you while you were studying the pieces left on the board.

***

You woke up thirsty. The ship was dim; it was still the middle of the night. You got out of your hammock and headed towards the mess. You made your way slowly and quietly, still sleepy. You were about to turn the corner into the mess when you heard a soft laugh. You froze, your tired brain confused that someone else was up at this hour. For whatever reason, you made the decision to peer around the door jam.

You saw Boba and Rennie standing very close to each other. Boba grabbed her hair and played with it. She smiled shyly and bit her lip, placing her hand on his chest. Her hand slowly slide down his torso. You blinked in shock and whipped your head back around the doorway to remain hidden. You stood with your back against the wall, mind racing, heart fractured. You turned and left, your throat dry but the glass of water forgotten. You headed to the bathroom and locked yourself inside. It was the only place to ever really have privacy aboard Slave 1.

You turned the light above the mirror on and studied yourself. You were not young anymore. Thin lines were on your forehead; your face showed other signs of the wear and tear of your lifestyle as well as simple aging. You were out of your prime so far as female attractiveness was concerned. It stung. You had never been the older woman before. And competing with youth was not something you thought you had in you. You were meek, quiet. Not bold like Rennie. You would never have had the courage to touch him like that.

A tear popped out of your eye, sliding down your cheek. You watched it, dejected. The bottom fell out of your stomach and you felt embarrassed. You hoped no one noticed your lingering stares and stupid smiles when he was around. How could you live it down? The part that hurt the most was that you thought you had a chance. You snorted at yourself, starting to cry silently, big tears flowing down your face freely.

You thought about his face, his voice. The times you had spent getting to know each other over cleaning rifles or a meal. Your mouth twitched into a small smile. He had seemed.... No. It didn’t matter, because you were wrong. You made yourself frown to wipe the stupid smile off you face. You sighed, wiping your tears and composing yourself. You came up with a mantra, “Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it.” You repeated it to yourself as you splashed cool water on your face and thought about taking a shower to rid yourself of the feelings you had. You decided against it and headed back to your hammock, not glancing in the direction of the mess as you did. You laid cocooned in your hammock, repeating your new mantra as you fell asleep.

***

You woke with a hole in your heart. You blinked yourself awake, momentarily forgetting the events of the night before. You wondered why your heart was so heavy. Then you remembered. You frowned and looked over at Rennie’s hammock. She wasn’t there. Was she awake already, or had she spent the night elsewhere? You tried to blank out your mind, but it didn’t work. You sniffled and swung your legs out, connecting with the floor.

You stood and stretched, doing some yoga moves to limber up. Fennec walked past and winked at you. You smiled in response and continued to do warrior II. When you felt alive you headed to the mess. It was a hard journey to make. You were apprehensive. You pushed the feeling away; it had no real meaning. You turned the corner this time without pausing. You regretted your action immediately.

You were face to face with Boba. He had been leaving. You exclaimed in surprise at the near collision, putting your hands up. He gracefully moved to the side to let you enter. Stunned at his presence, you walked past him, hands still up. You turned around, trying to think of something to say, some greeting perhaps. But he was gone.

You clamped down on your emotions and repeated your mantra. Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. A flash of Boba and Rennie came up in your mind. Your lower lip quivered, but you kept it together. You grabbed breakfast and sat down quietly to eat alone.

***

Your day continued to unfold. You went with Fennec to town to get some supplies. The two of you chatted while you picked up items in the bazaar.

“How’re you doing, babe? You seem off today.” Fennec kept her face neutral, but you heard a twinge of concern in her voice anyway. “Just got out of the wrong side of the hammock I guess,” you mumbled, unhappy someone had seen through your facade. “Boba said you gave him a crazy look this morning. He noticed too.” She looked at you carefully. Your hand faltered as you went to grab an item off your list. You corrected and grabbed it, putting it into your bag. “Oh, well that’s weird... he just scared me as I was coming around the corner. That’s all.” Fennec shrugged and the conversation went silent. You revisited your actions in the morning and questioned everything in your life. You spiraled.

The two of you moved to the next vendor stall. “You know you can talk to me, girl.” Fennec stated casually, looking up at you carefully again. You shrugged, “I know.” She shrugged in response.

***

Fennec left you to unpack your purchases. You quietly stored the items in their appropriate places, at peace while performing the menial task. Rennie appeared. “Want some help?” Your throat tightened at her voice. You turned around, trying to appear neutral. “I’m okay, thanks. Almost done,” you gestured to the small pile. She shrugged as she walked off, “Okay.”

You repeated your mantra, your peaceful attitude shattered. Don’t think about it. Smile. Your composure broke for a second and a sad shadow passed over your face. You felt defeated by your own emotions. You looked up, planning to take the food to the mess. You looked straight into Boba’s eyes. You gulped, blinking and trying to school your face into a cheerful expression. You grimaced instead.

He narrowed his eyes nearly imperceptibly. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you shot back, lowering your gaze. You grabbed the food and pushed past him to the mess. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. You thought about it.

***

The fire sent sparks up into the night sky. Rennie had convinced everyone that a bonfire would be nice. You watched Boba poke at the fire while your companions chatted idly, passing spotchka. It came to you. You took a huge swig and passed it to Fennec, who eyed you. Normally you didn’t drink too much. You shrugged and averted your gaze.

The spotchka continued to make its way around your small circle, the blue liquid disappearing as it did. Boba and Rennie were talking in low tones. You repeated your mantra as you downed the last of the spotchka. You felt drunk. It almost felt comforting. A numbing effect had taken over. “You really outdid yourself tonight,” Fennec commented. She turned to you, creating your own tete a tete and ignoring the other two, still speaking softly to each other. You wanted to cry. “Something is up with you, babe. I wish you would talk to me about it.”

You glared at her, tired of being questioned. You said nothing, repeating your mantra in your inner monologue nonstop. You decided to try something. You forced a small smile that you thought might be convincing. “I’m bored. Dejarik?” She seemed surprised, “Really? Okay I guess. I’ll try not to beat you too badly.” She winked at the last statement. You smiled timidly. The two of you stood and walked inside, leaving Boba and his love interest to their own devices. It hurt to leave them but you knew it didn’t matter whether you were there or not. So why watch?

Dejarik passed slowly. You managed to focus so the game was close. You were repeating a piece of your mantra in your head. Smile. Just smile. You did not smile. Instead your brow furrowed as you concentrated on determining your next move.

Boba appeared out of nowhere, breaking your focus. You made a stupid move, grimacing as you did. Fennec’s eyes flicked up to you. You looked down at the board, embarrassed and sure to lose now. Boba grunted, watching the two of you play, “Bad move.”

”Thanks,” you nearly whispered.

Fennec said nothing and moved a piece on the board. You were in trouble. You tried to find a way out, but all you could think of was Boba’s proximity. Don’t Think About It you commanded yourself. You glared at the board until you saw a move. It wasn’t enough to save you, but it was good enough to not be a clear bad move like your last one. You moved the piece. Boba tsked and Fennec made her move, effectively ending the game. You sat back. “Good game, you’ve got me beat hun.” She shrugged, “You made it easy at the end.” You looked at your hands and then stood. “Well, I think I’ll go to bed. Gnight.” You kept your gaze down and passed by Boba, on the way to your hammock. Electricity crackled through your body as you walked past him.

***

You laid awake thinking of Boba for awhile. You tried not to focus on Rennie too much. You just wanted to think of him fondly for a moment. You ruminated on some times you two had laughed together. You smiled softly, thinking of his gravelly laugh. Your smiled faded as you realized that these things were in the past. Ever since Rennie was around, there was no time for such things between Boba and you. You thought about yourself ten years younger. More like Rennie. Maybe then you would’ve had a chance. You sighed and closed your eyes, intent on sleeping.

A noise woke you. You attempted to sit up bolt upright, which was difficult in a hammock. Instead you started to swing wildly. You got tangled up in it and fell out. You picked yourself up, glad everyone else was asleep. You rubbed your head where you’d smacked it on the ground. You no longer felt sleepy after such an awakening. You decided to walk the ship to try to get your mind off things. It was small so it was more like pacing, but you needed to move.

You walked down the corridor to the cargo bay, wringing your hands. Suddenly you felt a draft. You picked up your pace and arrived in the cargo bay. The door was open to the night. You were confused; who was outside? You walked to the top of the ramp and looked down. Boba was sitting on the ramp halfway down, smoking something. Before you could slink away, he turned around.

”Can’t sleep either?”

“I fell out of my hammock,” you admitted. A guttural laugh followed your statement. You felt hot. “You’re okay?” You nodded, feeling sheepish. “Come join me,” he motioned for you to sit next to him. Your heart leapt and then faltered. Where was Rennie? You realized you had asked out loud and held your breath.

“I don’t know. Probably asleep.”

You walked over and sank down next to him. He offered you what he was smoking, “Weed.” You smiled despite yourself and took a hit. You held the joint and played with it in your fingers. Then you passed it back, careful not to come into contact with his hand as you did. It would’ve been too much. You exhaled and looked up into the stars.

“She doesn’t really want me, you know. She just likes the attention,” Boba intoned, unbidden.

You silently thought about how much you really did want him. You toed the ramp, looking at your foot as you did. “Okay,” you said, trying to appear neutral. Don’t think about it. Smile.

He turned to you, “Okay? Is that all you are gonna say?”

You swallowed thickly, thinking of what it might be like to be the object of his desire. “Yup.”

“You don’t make things easy.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion, then forced your face into what you hoped was pleasantly indifferent. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged, for the first time appearing unsure of himself. “Nothing I guess.” He passed you the joint, brushing against your fingers. You closed your eyes and tried to blink down the tears that had sprung up. You turned your head away from him as you took your next hit. You passed the joint back without looking, still fighting your tears. You felt him take it.

He sighed softly, but said nothing. You kept your head facing away from him, tears slowly making trails down your face. Smoke drifted past you. You realized Boba’s clothing was brushing against your own. You gulped. Suddenly you sprang up. “Well I should probably try to sleep again.” You took off without waiting for a reply.

***

The next day Fennec pulled you aside, “Wanna go to town? Boba and I are going to a cantina for a change of pace.”

“Okay,” you were feeling oddly peaceful this morning. You felt like you could handle it. Leaving Rennie at the ship, the three of you piled onto speeders and took off. You held onto Fennec tightly, thinking of nothing.

Your bizarrely calm mood continued in the cantina. Fennec ordered you a strong drink, trying to tease you. You normally politely sipped a spotchka. This time, you downed half the drink immediately, shocking your companions. “She’s feeling wild today,” Fennec commented, still surprised at your tenacity. You shrugged, feeling oddly disconnected from them. “Mm,” you said.

Boba and Fennec broke into a conversation about cycler rifles. They debated some aspect of scopes. You sat quietly and steadily drank your beverage. When it was gone, you ordered another. Your companions glanced at each other. “You gonna be able to hold on on the way back?” Fennec asked laughingly. You shrugged. You hadn’t thought about it. You continued to drink wordlessly, smiling politely at them but refusing to engage either of them. Your eyes drifted to the other patrons as Fennec and Boba picked up their scope debate.

You tried to find another man you thought was attractive. It was slim pickings. Finally you settled on a halfway decent looking guy at the bar. He was alone. Perfect. You drunkenly got up, spilling your drink. You ignored your companions’ confused calls to you.

You made it to the bar and plopped down. “So, you gonna buy me a drink or what,” you slurred to your target. He smiled at you and raised a hand for the bartender, “A fire whiskey for my new lady friend.” You smiled and leaned towards him slightly.

You engaged him in various stupid conversations such as the weather, Bestine’s current state of political affairs, and pod racing. The conversation flowed easily, as did the fire whisky. You drank down another cup easily, getting lost in your distraction. Suddenly you realized you needed to empty your bladder. You stood on wobbly legs. “I needta pee, be back,” you said absentmindedly to your new companion. You ambled off to the rest rooms.

You made it into the rest room and grabbed ahold of a stall door. You stopped to steady yourself. The restroom door opened. You moved further into the stall to avoid the other patron. Suddenly you felt hands on your hips and lips on the back of your neck. You thought of Boba and got wet. Turning around, you realized it was your bar boyfriend. You stared in confusion as his hands ran over you. He drew you into a slow kiss.

The bathroom door opened again. You barely noticed. You closed your eyes, thinking of Boba. You put your hands on his chest. There was a crash and you were standing alone again. You fell into the side of the stall. Your partner was against the wall, with Boba choking him.


“Stop, stop what’re you doing,” you drawled. Boba turned, teeth bared. You made eye contact with him. Your confusion caused him to loosen his grip on the man. He slipped away from Boba while yelling, “What the fuck are you doing, man? Mind your own business!”

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

Boba turned fully towards you. “You want to do this... with.. him?” He eyed you. You were too drunk to figure out his expression. “Yeah, I mean, I dunno.” You drunkenly leaned your head against the stall, finally feeling the booze hit you. Everything swam.

The man moved towards you and Boba growled, turning with his fists balled. “Fuck this, man. You’re both crazy.” The man left. You started to cry. There went your opportunity to pretend Boba was railing you. Fennec appeared, “I saw him leave, is she okay? What’s going on?”

”I don’t know,” Boba said lowly, then left. Fennec grabbed you and led you to the sink. She turned the water on and stuck your head under the faucet. “Sober up, girl, you almost fucked a total stranger in here,” she tsked.

“So fucking what. Who cares,” you were still upset.

“Well, I do. ....Boba does.”

You laughed harshly, tears mingling with the tap water. Fennec sighed. “You know he—“ you stood abruptly and put your hands on either of her shoulders. Your face was sopping wet and your hair was damp. “Let’s go back to the table,” you said abruptly. You dropped your hands and were through the door before she could do anything. You wobbled back to the table, plopping down in front of your spilt drink. Boba was waiting at the table, a cup in his hand. He didn’t drink from it. He watched you as you righted your cup and looked into it. Fennec sat down beside you, sighing softly. “You’re cut off, my love. You need to sober up so you can hold on on the way back. Seriously.” She took the cup from you. You groaned and laid your wet head in the puddle of fire whiskey. They let you be.

You were shaken awake. “Time to go home, babe,” Fennec’s voice said. You groaned and opened your eyes slowly. Sitting up, you eyed your companions indifferently. You were hung over and annoyed with their meddling. Fennec seemed not to notice, but Boba looked chastened.

“I’m not going directly to Slave 1, so you’ll go back with Boba now.” Fennec’s words brought you out of your grumpy reverie. “Fine. Whatever,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. Fennec picked you up and led you out of the cantina.

Fennec put you on the back of Boba’s speeder. “Now, remember. Hold on,” she knocked your head lightly. You grunted, “Mm.” She turned to speak to Boba. You sat on the speeder, hands pressed into the seat to steady yourself. You felt unwell and wanted to lie down. Fennec departed. Boba turned to you, “Are you well enough to go back now?”

You didn’t look up, “Yeah.” He got on in front of you, and turned his head after a missed beat. “You have to hold on,” he said, sounding somewhat amused and somewhat apprehensive. “Mm,” you commented, as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You scooted up so you were flush against him; secure for the ride home. He felt amazing. You pushed the feelings of giddiness down, aggravated with yourself. He took off without further discussion. You laid your cheek against his back and sighed as you watched the scenery whip by. Dune after dune. The light started to fade. You snuggled into him, feeling drowsy and warm. You closed your eyes and gripped him.

Upon arriving at Slave 1, you threw yourself off the speeder, disentangling yourself from Boba with lightning speed. “Thanks, gotta go pee,” you lied. He seemed to be trying to ask you something, but you walked off, ignoring him. You weren’t in the mood to have your heart toyed with. You collapsed awkwardly into your hammock and blacked out.

***

Throbbing pain in your temple started your day for you. You cracked one eye open. The ship was still dim; it must be early. You grumbled to yourself, still in a sour mood. You got up and showered. Feeling slightly more alive, you went to the mess to grab something to revive yourself. You turned the corner absentmindedly, running smack into Boba.

”Oof!” You exclaimed. He grabbed your upper arms to steady you. You backed up and looked up into his face. His expression was one of surprise mixed with something else darker. He continued to hold your arms. “You’re awake early.” He peered into your face.

”Sure I guess. I just wanted a snack.” You pushed past him, using your hands to gently press against his chest. He dropped his hands, stiffening at your touch. You grabbed an apple and took a crisp bite. You turned around, surprised to find Boba still there, standing in the doorway. You eyed him nervously. He shifted his weight, “Are you ever gonna talk to me again?”

”We’re talking right now,” You said flatly.

“I mean... really talk.”

You stared at him as you took an indifferent bite of your apple.

He faltered, “I mean... I... miss our talks.”

“Oh.” You chewed, not really paying attention to him.

He made to leave, then turned again. “Are you ever going to not be mad at me?”

“What?” This brought you out of your flippant mood.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking at you hopefully.

You stared blankly at him, confusion on your face. “For what? Beating that guy up?” You half laughed.

“No.. not that.”

“Then... what?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m not good at this.”

”Good at what?”

“Apologizing. And... expressing myself.”

You shrugged and took another bite of your apple, “You seem to do okay.”

He sighed, standing with his hands at his sides. You leaned back into the counter, lounging against it. He moved towards you until he was right in front of you. Your breathing picked up nervously. This close he made you feel hot and tingly. He reached out a hand to push your hair behind your ear. It reminded you of when you had caught him and Rennie in nearly the very same position. Your face became pained. “What is it, cyar’ika?” He asked softly. You ignored the strange word, feeling like you were trapped in someone else’s memory.

“You and Rennie... you already had this moment with her,” you said, pushing his hand away. It hurt to do so. Tears filled your eyes. He stood in front of you, his hand back at his side. You sniffled, managing to swallow your tears. You finished your apple and tossed it into the trash. You brushed past him, intending to go back to your hammock to get away from him. He grabbed your wrist. “Wait, we’re not done talking.” You turned to him, waiting anxiously. He seemed lost for words, but his grip on your wrist didn’t falter.

He started by saying your name softly. The way he said it so tenderly made you tear up. This time the tears flowed down your cheeks. He took his other hand and wiped them away. “Please don’t cry. I don’t want to make you cry.” You shrugged, dejected.

He brought his pointer finger to your chin. He brushed against your lips with his thumb. You pursed your lips, surprised and confused. He forged ahead, seeming to have something in mind. He leaned in quickly and kissed you. You gasped and your hands went to his shoulders. He released your wrist and pulled you to him, crushing you to himself. You made an overwhelmed noise and he pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“What’re you doin,” you asked breathlessly, wanting more but unwilling to make more of a fool of yourself.

“Trying to tell you I want you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

He seemed flustered, ”I mean. I’m sorry for Rennie.” You didn’t move. You just stared at him. “What?” You asked stupidly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I was just... having fun. But it was at your expense.”

You shook your head, “What’re you talking about, Boba.” Your tone was soft, sad. You felt yourself becoming translucent. You were tired of keeping yourself wound up inside.

“When I saw him touching you, I understood how I hurt you with her. I’m sorry.” You stared. He continued, “I wanted to kill him for touching you. I wanted it to be me.” You finally allowed yourself to hear what he was saying. “Why wasn’t it you, then?” You asked sadly. “It could have been.”

“I know. I know. I... was a fool.” He kissed you softly again. Your eyes fluttered closed. He deepened the kiss, becoming frantic. You responded in kind. You wanted him to devour you. He pulled you to the counter and sat you on it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him to you. He moaned, crushing you to him again. When you came up for air, he said, “Please forgive me, cyar’ika.”

You scooted off the counter so he was fully supporting your weight. “What do you really want?” You asked softly.

“You. Only you.”

You buried your head into his shoulder and cried. He rubbed your back lightly. You composed yourself. Still sniffling, you pulled your head up to look at him. He waited. Your eyes slid to his lips as you licked yours. He took the hint and slowly cupped your cheek to kiss you. The kiss was sweet, tender almost. He deepened it, sliding his tongue past your teeth. You responded in kind and the two of you held each other as you kissed. His hands went to the waistband of your pants tentatively. You moaned and ground your pussy into his groin. He was already hard. This drove you crazy. You bit his lip and your hands riffled through his clothing, desperate to undo his pants. He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the mess into the corridor. “Where are we going?” You panted. “To my room.” You smiled, anticipation filling you.

The door to Boba’s room whooshed shut. He deposited you into the bed and fell into it on top of you. He spread your legs with a knee and ground his cock into your entrance. You gasped and moaned, needy for him. You again reached for his clothing. He started to pull your pants down. You lifted your hips for him. He stripped your pants and shoes off. You pulled your sweater and bra off. He inhaled, looking at you and running a rough hand down your side. You blushed. “I’m no Rennie,” you said.

”Forget her,” he whispered. “I have.”

He grabbed you appreciatively. You rolled over onto your back and splayed your legs, waiting. He was a blur of clothing and skin as he disrobed, eager to join you. Finally he was over you, looking down. He leaned down to kiss you as he positioned himself between your legs. Your arousal was coating the sheets and your inner thighs. He moaned against your mouth, “You’re so wet.”

You moaned back, absolutely dumb with lust. He bit your throat lightly as he nuzzled the head of his cock into your folds, finding your entrance. You spread your legs wider, moaning loudly and dropping “Please,” from your mouth. He covered your mouth with his as he penetrated you. You felt his head enter you and made a strangled noise. He stopped and looked at you questioningly. “No no don’t stop, don’t stop” you pleaded, clinging to him. He continued to impale you on himself, slowly so you could adjust to his girth. The stretching of your pussy was overwhelming. You were already arching your back with your eyes closed. He bottomed out in you and stilled. “Please, please. Move. I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled out and slowly reentered you, then pulled out again. He set a moderate pace, watching you carefully. “More, more, please, fuck Boba,” you moaned hoarsely. You mewled as he picked up the pace, stroking you with fast, deep thrusts. Your pussy was on fire, wanting more friction, more of Boba. You clawed at his back, begging for more, always more. He pounded into you, grunting from effort and pleasure. “Oh Maker, oh Boba, oh—!” You came hard around his cock, pussy clamping down on him. He made a strangled noise but continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You made unladylike noises and wrapped your legs around his hips, squeezing. He stilled in you, groaning. You rocked your hips, “Baby you still need to cum. I want you to cum in me.” He looked at you, but said nothing, kissing you instead. You released his hips and he started to move again, slower but with force. You felt your tits bouncing as he fucked you. He licked your throat and then bit you savagely. You mmmmd and ran your nails down his back.

He sucked on your throat, bruising you. “Ah, fuck,” he grunted as he fucked into you. “Fuck my pussy baby, fuck it,” you were all teeth and nails, biting him back and scratching him again. He picked you up and flipped you over onto all fours, pulling you up. He penetrated you from behind and held your hips in place. You moaned, your face in the pillow. You felt yourself close to another orgasm. He was so deep inside of you you felt full to bursting. You moaned, “Baby I’m gonna cum on your cock again.” His thrusts became erratic and he gripped your neck with one hand and your ass cheek with another. He railed into you, grunting and moaning. You reached your peak again, pussy fluttering around him while you cried out. His thrusts faltered and he stiffened, cock deep inside of you. “Your pussy is so good,” he mumbled. He pulled out and pulled you to his side as he laid down. You were little spoon. He breathed in your hair and snuggled more firmly into you.

After you stopped panting, you asked him the question on the tip of your tongue, before you could lose your courage. “What happens now?”

“Mm, whatever you want. I just want to be with you.” He sighed into your hair. Tears formed in your eyes but you blinked them away. “Then let’s never be apart again.” He gave a short laugh, “As you wish, cyar’ika.”

“What’s that mean anyway?”

He kissed the back of your head, “Sweetheart.”

You smiled, happy.

[toplinetommy]

Redefining Home - Matthew Tkachuk

Synopsis: After spending months with Matthew in his childhood home in St. Louis, it’s time for him to go back to Calgary, and the reality of your normally long-distance relationship settles back in.

Words: 2k

A/N: very brief mention of the pandemic, gif credit @matthewtkafuck​

Three months - almost four; that’s how long you had spent close to every second of every day with Matthew and the entirety of the Tkachuk family. It was a huge change in the way you and Matthew experienced your relationship. Over the past year and a half of your relationship, the entire of it was spent as long-distance.

You had met Matthew when you had just started your career in Chicago, working for your dream company, living in an apartment your younger self could only dream of. Matthew had been in town for a game against the Chicago Blackhawks. They had won, the younger guys on the team opting to go out to celebrate, while you and some of your roommates were celebrating a birthday. One thing led to another and you had quite literally bumped into Matthew’s tall and broad frame while chasing your extremely drunk friend.

That night your friend ended up finding the rest of your group and you seemed to be glued to Matthew’s side the second you guys made eye contact. Sure you got yelled at by your friends the following morning about how you ditched them, but in the long run, no one could complain. You had gotten the handsome, curly-headed NHL player’s phone number with absolutely no intention to ever use it. That was until a few days later a text from an unsaved number popped up, saying it was Matthew from the bar a few nights ago. 

With him being a professional athlete in not only another country, but a different timezone, your guys’ relationship had started off with what most people would classify as a friendship based around your clear attraction for one another. Texting each other a few times a day turned into texting all day, every day, which then turned into facetiming any chance the two of you could get. Whether that be during your lunch break at work, him on the team bus to the airport, when you were walking down the city blocks of downtown Chicago, or him skipping his pre-game naps to just to hear your voice.

Your relationship started to shift from two friends to two people that were clearly interested in one another trying to figure out how to discuss those feelings when you were never in the same city and rarely in the same timezone. After weeks of pestering and some convincing from your roommate, you had agreed to get on a plane when Matthew had a string of home back-to-backs one weekend. He convinced you to come to see him play in person and then he could officially give you the wine and dine experience he told you you deserved.

That one weekend trip turned into you visiting him any weekend you could when he was in Calgary and even some when he was in various other cities. It was weekends away with him in his Calgary apartment and him flying into Chicago to spent time with you and your roommates with the very little free time he got. 

Weeks and weeks of flying around the North American continent and late-night facetimes when you weren’t together passed by before he had asked you to be his girlfriend to which you excitedly said yes to that one night in his Calgary apartment.

Those weekends spent flying in an out of Chicago were worth it though. Now, here you both were, in Matthew’s childhood home in St. Louis planning for what your guys’ next move was once he got on his flight back to Calgary to start training camp before the playoffs.

You’re sitting on the large sectional in the family living room, your feet laying across Matthews’s lap as he mindlessly rubs his thumb along your shins. You shiver at one particular stroke of his thumb causing Matthew to giggle and playfully squeeze your leg. You kick him playfully while sticking your tongue out, hoping to pull his attention from the tv show playing in front of you two. 

“Matthew,” you try, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout. He turns his head towards you raising his eyebrows as he hums out his response. Even though he’s facing you now, his gaze is still focused on the tv in front of him so you try again. 

“Matty,” you try again, this time dragging out his name in a whine. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me attention.”

“Y/n, we‘re watching tv there’s only so much attention I can give you,” he reasons. He moves one of his hands further up your leg, reaching out to grab one of yours. He pulls your hand, making you sit up from where you’re leaning back against the couch. He continues to pull you until you’re curled into his side, head on his shoulders and legs still in his lap. 

He places his hand atop your head, flattening the stray strands of hair before placing a kiss there. Once his lips leave the crown of your head, he keeps his hand there as he continues to push his fingers through your hair and watch the show playing on the tv screen. 

You mindlessly move your body around, faking uncomfortableness in order for Matthew to abandon the show and give you his full attention. Once you’ve moved your hand across his chest for what felt like the 50th time in five minutes, Matthew grabs the remote next to him pausing the show. 

“What’s on your mind?”

“You’re leaving again in a few days, just wanna spend as much time with you as possible.”

At the admission, Matthew pulls your body further into his lap, maneuvering you so you’re straddling him. He looks into your eyes, noting the soft expression on your face as you look back into his blue eyes. 

“Baby,” He starts, his hand wrapped around the side of your neck, thumb resting on your jaw. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But you’ll be back here and I’ll be back in Chicago.”

“And I’ll come see you when the season’s over, just like I did last year.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore.” You let out barely above a whisper. Matthew jolts at your response, slightly pushing yourself body away from his as he leans back into the couch cushions trying to put as much space between the two of you he can. 

“What?”

“No, not like that,” you smile. “I love you, you idiot, you aren’t getting rid of me that easy. I just meant being apart.”

Matthew sighs heavily at your clarification, his thighs relaxing underneath you. You place your hands around his neck, leaning your body into him. 

“I thought you were okay with us doing distance? It’s been working so far, hasn’t it?”

“It was, yeah, I don’t know. I just had this plan and then this whole pandemic hit and you let me come stay here these past few months and it’s just been so nice being around you all the time. It was working before, it just doesn’t seem like the ideal choice anymore.”

“But you had your plan. You’re gonna work your ass off until you get your promotion, then we were gonna talk about moving in together.”

“I know but my perspective has changed,” you start. “How am I supposed to just go back to Chicago without you, not knowing when we’ll see each other again when I got to have some of the best three months of my life with you here in St. Louis. It’s like I didn’t know how amazing it would be to be around you nonstop and now that I know what it’s like I’m not sure I can just go back to Chicago and how we were.”

Matthew tilts his head to look more directly at your face that’s now laying on his chest. He moves his hand to your head, tilting it upwards to meet his gaze. Instead of responding right away, he opts to lean in and place his lips on yours in a gentle kiss that expresses his love for you.

“I love you, so much, baby.” He assures you.

“I love you.”

“So you’re saying that you don’t want to do distance anymore?”

“I don’t think I can, especially not after knowing what it’s like to live with you.” You reiterate.

“I don’t want you to put me before your career, especially when I’ll be gone half the season on the road,” Matthew speaks lowly. He knows the weight of the decision you’re pondering and wants to make sure it’s the right one.

“I want to be with you Matty, all the time, no matter what.” You move away from him, trying to get a better look at his facial features as you speak. “I’ll start looking for jobs in Calgary tomorrow even.”

“You’re serious?” Matthew laughs, eyebrows raised.

“100 percent.” You smile widely, leaning in towards Matthew’s face to touch your lips to his. His eyes stare into yours until your lips meet in a very giggly and teeth-filled kiss. A kiss that’s full of pure elation at the decision the two of you just made. 

“It’s more than just getting a job, it’s in a whole new country.” He breathes against your lips.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Instead of you just moving into my place, let’s find a new apartment. My lease ends in November, you can come up then and we can look for a new place. Our place.”

“Can it at least have the same floor-to-ceiling windows you have in your place now?” You request with glee.

“Anything my girl wants, she gets.” Matthew laughs, giving you one more quick kiss and a squeeze at your waist. “Is it selfish of me to say I’m thankful for this quarantine, then? I get you with me 24/7 now.”

You laugh at his suggestion, “How did I get so lucky?”

Brady and Keith both walk in the room as you finish talking, Brady instantly chirping his brother. “You’re the lucky one? I’m pretty sure Matthew’s the lucky one in your relationship.”

Matthew pushes your body away from his, grabbing the decorative pillow next to him and throwing it at his brother’s moving figure. You laugh as the pillow missing Brady and hits Keith instead, who instantly scolds his oldest son. 

“You guys look awfully happy.” He comments.

Matthew looks back at you, silently asking for your approval on sharing the news before you nod your head yes. “We’re moving in together.”

“Three months with us and you’re still choosing to move in with him?” Brady chirps once again. “I’m surprised he hasn’t run you out of St. Louis yet.” Keith looks at his younger son at this, giving him a stern look telling him to shut up.

“Congratulations guys,” Keith smiles. “Y/n, whatever happens, don’t get roped into doing his laundry all the time. Despite his complaining, he does know how to do it.” 

Matthew rolls his eyes at his family members’ chirps, still basking in the excitement that was your guys’ relationship’s next step. You couldn’t agree more with his earlier statement - you had to be thankful for being stuck at the Tkachuk family home for three months. It took your relationship to the next level, even with the very close encounters where you were sure Matthew was getting under your skin just to piss you off. Matthew was your best friend and you couldn’t wait to be a part-time Canadian, something he liked to call himself with his career. Being with him all day for the past few months only reaffirmed your deep love for the curly-headed boy who sat underneath you.

[dramatical-gatsbytalia]

A Messy Love Through the Ages - A SidLink AOC fic (Chapter One)

Well. Turns out you have to be invited to AO3. So I guess this is going up on Tumblr until I get my invitation. What a way to come out of fanfiction writer retirement. 

Bit of warning; I have yet to play Age of Calamity yet. I traded in two of my unwanted games and had just enough to get a copy of the game, but it sits on my shelf waiting. Calling to me.

However, this RP was done with someone who has played Age of Calamity in all of its entirety; @wilclhero and I have our second RP that I’ve decided to flesh out because there are few AOC SidLink fics out there. So thank you @wilclhero for your permission and so many great ideas when developing this with me. :)

And I also sat through the 2-ish hours of cutscenes strung together on YouTube to make a film. So like…it’s fanfiction. No one is expecting 100% accuracy. And since this game throws out any time things that make sense in regards to the timeline in Breath of the Wild, I can do it too. Because Jeremy Bearimy said I could.

Chapter 1

It had been a long and treacherous battle. Mipha had been holding off Ganon’s Water Blight for as long as she could, but she had exhausted most of her powers. And as the monstrous beast loomed overhead she had thought for a moment this was the end.

But she would live to see another day. For out of nowhere a trident shot catapulted through the air, destroying what she had been expecting as the final blow that would end her life. And as she looked up at the Zora in front of her she gasped. His deep red scales that matched her own, that charisma in his grin, only a twinkle in his youth, fully realized from the shy boy she had known in this timeline. That voice calling out towards the scourge. “I will not let you take her again!”

“Sidon?”

And just in time too. Joining her side was the courageous hero, Champion Link of the Hylians. And just like that, the tides turned, and Ganon’s Blight was defeated. From the jaws of defeat, they emerged victorious.

But Link’s footsteps were heavy as he, Mipha, and Prince Sidon emerged from Vah Ruta. His mind was still spinning, utterly exhausted from the hours of nonstop battle leading up to this moment. Things had moved so quickly he barely had time to reflect; the Calamity was here, King Rhoam of Hyrule was dead, and he had only barely managed to drag his screaming daughter, Princess Zelda, from Calamity Ganon’s clutches.

It had been King Rhoam’s command. But he didn’t feel any less a coward as he pulled her away to safety instead of aiding him. Sure, he was Zelda’s personal knight, but this was the ruler of his Kingdom. What hero was he to leave the king for dead? And after all of their preparations, things seemed so hopeless. All of the other Champions were still trapped inside their assigned Divine Beasts.

All of their hard work, those sleepless nights, hours training and hardening themselves for battle…all for nothing. In that moment, even the Hero felt doubtful.

Hyrule was going to fall. And it would be all his fault.

His gaze ended up locked on the tall figure in front of him. This wasn’t the little prince he knew. The Sidon he, only knee-high to a grasshopper, was always so shy and so quiet. Where had this prince come from?

And why had he saved them—saved Link? No one had ever saved the Hero before. He was always the one doing the rescuing. He was supposed to risk his life for royalty, not the other way around.

What was this feeling?

As he trailed behind the siblings he slouched. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life he had felt so tired and hopeless. But there was still so much to do. Three more Divine Beasts. The Yiga Clan. Ganon.

“I…I can’t keep going…” he whispered, though apparently loud enough, as the siblings stopped in their tracks to face him. He was going to die, he knew it. He couldn’t protect everyone, and Ganon was going to win because of it.

Mipha approached Link, searching for the calming words that could pull Link from the depths of his hopelessness. Something to give him home. But she was still searching, mind still reeling from the recent events, pulling herself from despair and her resignation that she was going to die.

It was Sidon who spoke first and broke the silence. Sidon approached them both, crouched down to their level—when had the two of them gotten so small? He towered over the two of them. He took Link’s hands in his, a sun-kissed tan swallowed in a sea of red scales. Had things always been this small?

Sidon didn’t know the reason for what he said next. He remembered looking up to Link, literally and figuratively, but it hadn’t ever gone past gazing up to his elders and seeing greatness. And perhaps the tiniest boyhood crush. But he wouldn’t let the other know that. In that moment there was something else…he couldn’t put his fin on it.

He squeezed Link’s hands ever so slightly, the other looking him straight on before he spoke. “You can do it. I believe in you.”

Mipha nodded in encouragement. “That’s right. You can do it. I know it seems like all hope is lost, but we must believe. We survived this. Who isn’t to say we’ll survive even more?”

Link looked wide-eyed to Sidon and Mipha. He was already so spent; what if the other Champions were already dead? But…but he knew that he had to try. He had people believing in him.

With a nod, they set off. One down. Three more to go.

---

It was hours before they were able to meet up again. But by the Goddess, that small amount of hope had been enough to get them all through. Everyone had now regrouped, and now with three additional party members from the future by their sides, they were triumphant in each and every battle against Ganon’s Blights.

But their most recent battle against the Thunder Blight had done a number on Link. It had been so fast, and seemed to land several blows on him despite the blond constantly adjusting his strategy to keep up with the blasted thing. And now, run ragged from exerting his energy in multiple battles, he needed Mipha’s help badly to recover.

Even with her healing powers being pushed to the limit that day, the Princess of the Zora still had room for her favourite Hylian. His skin practically sewed itself up again with her help, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious despite Mipha having done this countless times before. He had always hated being the centre of attention, that feeling of constantly being watched.

What didn’t help was that it was the eyes of not one, not two, but three members of royalty keeping a close watch on his healing process. With his role keeping watch over Zelda and Mipha doing the healing, he hadn’t thought that her brother would be getting a front row seat to his broken and bruised body stitching itself back together again. For some reason, his gaze felt the most intimidating.

When their eyes met he looked away. The prince had saved him, and it was impossible to wipe that from his mind. If it hadn’t been for that first battle, for the prince quite literally dropping in from nowhere, and his words of encouragement, he would not have made it through the day.

Link was just a lowly knight. Why did they all care so much? Especially Sidon.

As the last of his wounds were treated he ended up looking over again, their eyes meeting once more. Once again, he quickly looked away, willing away the redness that threatened to spread across his cheeks. Goddess, what was wrong with him?

Sidon couldn’t see it, but he could feel something there as well. He had always been enamoured by the other as a child. He was tall (or at least back then he was), brave and…handsome? Yes, that was it. He couldn’t place that feeling in his youth, and had been unable to pursue any feelings he had as a hatchling. After this was all over perhaps he could--

“There,” Mipha said as she was all finished. Link went to get his tunic, letting it fall back over his torso before going to pick up his sword. Even in the safety of their small, fortified camp, he could never let his guard down.

And it was then it hit Sidon. Yes, of course. Mipha was alive. His sister was alive! Those feelings he had had needed to be pushed aside; she had never been able to pursue her own happy ending in his timeline.  It seemed a shame, but it felt like the right thing to do. He wouldn’t get in the way of his sister’s affections for Link. He would see to it that she had her chance.

“Are you alright? Feeling better?”

Link nodded despite feeling like shit. While fantastic at fixing wounds, her healing powers could do nothing when it came to the exhaustion washing over him like a tidal wave. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious in the way he wobbled. Sidon, not wanting to interrupt but noticing the uneven sway in his step, put his hand to his back to even out his footing.

When Link looked to him in thanks he knew in that moment suppressing any burgeoning feelings was going to be a difficult task indeed. His balance restored, Sidon removed his hand, offering a charismatic smile to those in the tent with him. “You’ve all done well today, I knew we could do it!”

Ah, but it seemed perhaps he was just a bit too energetic for the mood in the room. It was late. Any leftover troops were gathered outside making quick meals to regain their strength. Perhaps it was time to eat and sleep. No doubt it would be a busy day tomorrow.

“It’s imperative we all rest. I’ll take my leave, I hope you all get an opportunity to get a good night’s rest.”

Mipha nodded and stood up. “Yes, I think that’s the best option.” Zelda only nodded in agreement, the weight of the day now resting heavily on her shoulders and rendering her silent.

But Link shook his head in protest. Not so much because he didn’t want to sleep; his body begged him for rest. But he had a job to do. How could he sleep with all that had happened today, with all that could still happen that evening? What happened if he wasn’t there, alert and ready to defend what was left of their small army.

Sidon seemed a bit shocked by Link’s answer, so he shook his head resolutely once again.

“…right…then I wish you all a lovely evening and a safe watch over us all tonight.”

With that, Mipha and Sidon exited the Zelda’s tent, Link following shortly after to keep guard outside. It wasn’t until they walked closer towards their own tents that Sidon really let his opinions be known.

“Does Champion Link really need permission to sleep at a time like this? Dear sister, this is ludicrous! We can’t just let that poor man stay up, it’s clear as day how exhausted he is!”

Mipha let out a small laugh, though it was mainly at her brother’s reaction rather than Link remaining awake. “I’m serious!” he continued. Didn’t you see the way he shook when he stood up and walked? Surely we won’t be able to put a dent in the Calamity if he’s in a similar state!”

She shook her head. “I was laughing at the way you’re so adamantly coming to his defense. It’s good to see that you’re still the hatchling I remember. Always kicking a fuss when he couldn’t get his way.” She meant no offense to her brother, and was quick to put his shock at her words to rest. “But you’ve grown…and it’s nice that your stubbornness for someone else’s sake rather than your own.”

She gave a heavy sigh though as she changed the topic. “I wish it were so easy to tell him to get some rest, believe me, I’ve tried. But it’s complicated. He takes his job as Zelda’s personal knight almost too seriously…”

Sidon huffed in response, crossing his arms, and then quickly uncrossing them as he saw his sister already laughing once more. Though as he passed a small faction of Hylian guards left over from King Rhoam’s army the wheels in his head began to turn. As he turned from his sister she looked on as he approached them, all smiles as he propositioned them for the chance that, as he would phrase it, could make or break their career as a knight and a hero.

“Gentlemen! I hope you are in high spirits after today’s grueling yet victorious fight! Say, are any of you lot on night watch? I was hoping we might have a moment to talk.”

---

As Link stood outside the tent, soon taking a sitting position as his legs were too tired to continue standing, he was quickly met with a problem. While there was nothing going on around him that put them all in any heightened state of alertness, that meant his mind had nothing to occupy itself. And with nothing to stimulate his mind, he quickly found himself succumbing to sleep.

He tightened his grip on his sword to try and force himself to stay awake, but as he rolled his head to stretch his shoulders he felt his eyes becoming heavy. And then shaking his head awake only worked in the beginning. Frustrated, he finally rested his chin against his chest. Perhaps if he let himself relax, just a small bit, it would be enough to keep him going.

It wasn’t long until he dozed off, lucky that his sword didn’t go clattering onto the ground.

Nearby, Sidon was leading the guard brave enough to volunteer his services towards Princess Zelda’s tent. “I don’t know if this will work, your highness. Master Link is very particular and doesn’t appreciate others meddling in how he keeps watch over the princess.”

Sidon waved that concern away. “Oh no, no, no, don’t think of it as meddling! Think of it as…” he paused for a moment, he needed to really sell this, “training! Yes, her personal knight is the Hero of Hyrule after all, perhaps you could learn some useful tips from him! Consider this akin to an apprenticeship!”

As they got closer he raised his hand to wave to Link, fully committed to convincing the other that he ought to really show this eager guard the ropes of what it took to be a true hero. Though upon closer inspection, and thankfully before his boisterous voice said anything to disturb him, he noticed Link had fallen asleep. Aha. He knew the other had been tired.

“Hmm…” he said, pausing for one moment to think. It occurred to him moments later what he could do. "Wait right here," Sidon said, and quickly retreated to his tent, where he took one of the blankets that had been given to him to use off the mattress. It wasn’t in the best shape and was far too small for himself, but was the perfect size to cover Link’s small frame and provide him some form of warmth while he got some much-needed rest.

He made haste in going back towards Zelda's tent where the Hero sat sleeping and the other guard stood waiting nervously. When he returned he carefully draped it over Link’s body, careful as he got closer so he didn’t wake him.

Much better. He stood up and pat the other guard on the back. “You can put your best foot forward to stay on guard. Wake him in case anything happens, but I have the utmost faith you will rise to the occasion.”

Giving the guard a thumbs up and whispering his thanks, Sidon moved to return to his own tent.

TBC

Do I know the order of events in the game? No. Do I care? Maybe a little. But this game doesn’t care about continuity, so why should I?

This is my first time writing fanfiction in…uh…ten years? Okay well not my first time in ten years. My first time in ten years was a few weeks ago for the SidLink gift exchange. That said, it’s my first multi-chapter fic in ten years.

I’ll do my best to keep updates…somewhat regular. If I can crank out 2-3 chapters a month that would be awesome. But I’m busy as hell 80% of the time. And the 15% I’m not busy I tend to spend on a nap. Constitution Day is coming up though so I’ll have some free time at the end of April and beginning of May.

Fingers crossed. I desperately want to get into writing again. That gift exchange fic was a good kick in the pants and I hope it lasts.

Thanks. And see you.

[radishaur]

hey! can I request a zuko imagine with prompts 15 and 33 from the make a reader swoon list please??

I love these prompts! I hope you enjoy! For those who haven’t read the prompt list, #15 is “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me” and #33 is “I think you need to tell me the truth and how you feel towards me”.

- Zoe

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Confessions (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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Zuko and I’s relationship had always been...complicated. We met on his ship, one year into his search for the Avatar. He was this lanky 14 year old boy who was barking orders like he owned the place. I was just an old family friend that Uncle Iroh took in after my parents abandoned me.

Zuko insisted my presence on his ship was a burden. That hadn’t started us off on the right foot.

Eventually, we grew to have a very hot and cold dynamic. One moment it would be friendly and pleasant and then the next it was tense and aggressive. We had legendary screaming matches that sent the crew into hiding. Two angry firebenders on the same ship was never a good idea.

But, deep down, I knew he cared. I learned very quickly that Zuko was not a man of words, but of actions. So, it was the little things he did that reminded me not to give up on him. Like when he would bring me dinner to my room after an argument or when he would patch me up after sparring.

Sometimes though, I wished he would just tell me how he felt in words.

Actions can easily be misinterpreted. Is it friendly? Is it romantic? Is it spiteful? What does it mean when I catch him staring? What does it mean when he spends hours talking with me into the night? What does it mean when he threatens anyone who insults my honor?

Two years of asking these questions and I was done. I wanted to know. I wanted him to say it so that I could determine what to do with my own feelings. I had an assumption that he did share my feelings, but it was Zuko. He was incredibly hard to read and I didn’t want to confess until I had proof.

I watched as the man in question continued training on the deck. He had been training practically nonstop since he actually encountered the Avatar. I could barely get a moment alone with him. I huffed before storming off the boat and into town. He barely gave me the time of day anymore, which was just another reason I doubted if I was reading the signs right. I wanted a distraction.

We had docked to gather supplies and I decided to browse the stalls before returning back to the ship. I was browsing through a rack of Fire Nation shirts when I bumped hips with someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I apologized, turning to face the person.

He was a sweet looking teenage boy who seemed to be from the Earth Kingdom. He had brown hair and fair skin with bright green eyes. He smiled kindly at me.

“It’s no problem. It was my bad,” he said, holding his hand out for a handshake before saying, “My name is Ren.”

I smiled and took his hand in a polite but firm handshake.

“Y/N,” I replied.

We continued talking for a few minutes. I found out that he was the shop owners son. I told him I was sailing with family in the area. Technically, it was a lie but I didn’t want to tell the truth. Usually, people found out you were sailing with the banished Prince of the Fire Nation and his Uncle, the Dragon of the West, and they treated you differently.

I was enjoying our pleasant conversation when I suddenly felt an aggressive hold on my arm. I didn’t have time to move or say anything before Zuko was speaking.

“Sorry, she has to go,” Zuko growled before yanking me back towards the ship.

I looked over my shoulder at Ren and mouthed an apology before turning angrily to Zuko. He was almost back to the ship before I forced him to stop.

“What the hell was that?” I asked, yanking my arm from his grip and crossing my arms over my chest.

“That boy was from the Earth Kingdom! You’re risking your safety by talking to him,” he snapped, waving his hands around indignantly.

“He had no idea who I was. Besides, if anything you coming in and yanking me away was definitely more suspicious than anything I was doing!” I argued, standing my ground against his stupid excuse.

“You shouldn’t even be talking to random strangers anyways! It’s dangerous,” he continued.

“Ugh! Stop being a jealous asshole and let me have a conversation,” I huffed, pointing my finger at him accusingly.

Zuko scoffed but avoided making eye contact with me.

“I am not jealous,” he insisted.

“Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him with an evil smirk, “So you wouldn’t care if I told you I thought he was attractive?”

He stayed silent and simply glared at me. I could tell I was getting him all riled up, but I didn’t care. I was tired of him playing this back and forth game. Now it was my turn to push his limits.

“You wouldn’t mind listening to me talk about how his eyes shone in the light. Or how his hair ruffled in the breeze. Or that I spent a good amount of time during our conversation imagining what it would be like to kiss him?” I egged him on, stepping closer until I was right by his chest.

He was fuming at this point and I could tell his patience was running thin. He had small plumes of smoke billowing from his nose and his hands were clenched by his sides.

“Enough! That has nothing to do with it,” he said through gritted teeth.

I finally stopped instigating him, knowing I had won this one. I got the reaction I wanted. The small tint of red that dusted his cheeks and the back of his neck told me everything I needed to know.

“I’m sure it doesn’t,” I scoffed before adding, “But, if it makes you feel any better, none of what I said was true.”

“What?” he asked, clearly confused and hesitant to assume.

“I just wanted to see if my assumption was right. You are jealous. Which means you like me. Am I right?” I asked, a confident smirk plastered across my face.

His knuckles were now white from how hard he was clenching them. I could see the sparks of fire dancing around them as he glared at me.

“No I don’t! Why would you ask me that?” he spat out angrily.

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’ve seen the way you act when someone like Ren even looks at me. I’ve seen the way you act like a nervous blushing teenager around me. I’m asking because you send me so many mixed signals and I’m tired of guessing!” I exclaimed, my voice strained.

“I...,” he began, but trailed off.

His anger was gone and was now replaced with a mix between embarrassment and shock. He shut his mouth and I could tell by the look in his eyes he was debating what to say.

“I like you, Zuko. Despite you being a jealous, hot headed idiot at time, I really like you. Sometimes you’re so sweet and caring, but then out of nowhere you push me away and pick fights with me for no reason. So, forgive me for being tired of trying to read between the lines,” I said, my eyes watering as I came clean about my own feelings towards him before I added quietly, “I think you need to tell me the truth and how you feel towards me. At least so I can start getting over you.”

I didn’t give him time to respond before I was walking past him towards the ship. I could feel his eyes on me as I disappeared inside the ship, but I didn’t have the heart to look back at him. I simply locked myself in my room to go over the events that had just happened.

I had been so sure that he had liked me back, but perhaps I really had misread the signs. Maybe he was just an awkward teenager who didn’t realize what signals he was giving off. Maybe he really did just see me as a burden. Maybe I had been wrong to think he would ever like me.

It was an hour later before I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and got up to open it, expecting it to be Iroh. I had a small smile on my face as I swung open the door that immediately dropped when I saw Zuko instead. My mouth was agape and my eyes widened.

“Zuko! I-“ I began to say, but I was cut off by his lips crashing down on mine.

His lips were warm against my own and I instantly kissed him back. It was soft and passionate, but not aggressive. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I allowed mine to hang over his shoulders. I only pulled away when I was out of breath.

“I like you a lot. More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Took you long enough,” I giggled, relief rushing over me at the confession.

He kissed me again and again and again and I smiled against his lips. I didn’t leave his arms for a long time afterwards. We spent the better part of a few hours together just enjoying each other presence once again.

Life had never felt more perfect.

[solalunar-eclipse]

Scars You Can’t See - Chapter 7

Chapter title: Exhaustion

Word count: about 3300 words

Author’s Note: Thank you all for being so patient with me during the months this fic was on hiatus...but thankfully, the wait is over! I hope you all enjoy!

No warnings for this chapter, though it is pretty dark.

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The team had been working nonstop through the past several days, spending hours upon hours at different libraries throughout Westopolis and the surrounding areas. They never used the same one twice, so they couldn’t be traced. Hopefully.

Loading the full video and an explanation onto the three different USB drives they had bought took up most of that time, since it required a lot of formatting and download time and they couldn’t stay in any one place for too long. Rouge was the most talented with technology from her hacking experience, but slow Internet connections were something even she couldn’t work around.

Shadow really wanted to be a major part of the process, but his struggles with the video itself had posed serious issues for his involvement. While he had eventually been able to view the other part of the film, he’d still had a strong reaction and then needed an hour to decompress afterwards, all while feeling frustrated at (in his words) his “lack of self-control”.

Rouge and Omega were strongly opposed to that wording, since it suggested that his trauma- because it was trauma, despite his arguments- was something that he could control.

In the end, Shadow was often forced to take a backseat during much of the work, or else his mental state would be a mess throughout the rest of the day. He still helped out in any way possible, though, even if it was something as simple as going out to buy food to keep Rouge’s strength up.

Today was the final day. Team Dark was fully prepared to make a post on three of their main social media pages, and all three envelopes with the USB drives inside had been mailed out (under the false cover of being simple job application letters). They were headed to three different media organizations, which- while not necessarily mainstream- were at least somewhat reputable and sympathetic to their current cause.

While it was still unlikely that the general public opinion would change after this information release, there would hopefully be enough supporters for this to mean something.

At exactly 12:00 p.m. on Oceanic Standard Time, ten days after Team Dark had stolen their original files and fled capture by G.U.N., the videos were released out into the world for everyone to see.

At 12:01 p.m., OST, as the team watched from a public computer, the Internet basically exploded.

All three of the team’s accounts were flooded within seconds, ablaze with accusations, conspiracy theories, and more. The best were the expressions of sympathy and support, though. Those boosted the general mood in the room while providing the three with enough bravery to actually write back to a few people.

There were a few particularly vocal supporters who the team members recognized right away… it seemed that the members of Team Sonic had grown tired of sitting around while their friends put their lives on the line and were now channeling all of their frustration into their keyboards. The team’s morale only rose higher. (However, considering the depths they had been in before, this mainly meant that they seemed almost normal again.)

Through it all, G.U.N. remained silent.

The team decided not to stay at the computer for long- the organization was always watching and probably had some of their best hackers on the case already. Shadow grabbed a couple of books before they left, but none of them really even had the energy to read at this point. They’d spent so many late nights going over and over the wording of everything they would say and every move that they would make, and the replies they’d given just now were carefully considered by all three of them as well.

As soon as they made it back to the hotel, Omega whipped out his charging cord and shoved it into an outlet, and Shadow fell face-down onto the bed. “Oh chaos. Oh chaos we’re really in it now, aren’t we.”

Rouge sighed, sinking into a chair and massaging her brow. “Yes, we are. It's worth it, though.”

“I know.” Shadow muttered into the bedspread. “It’s just…” he trailed off, uncertain as to how to express his thoughts.

“...exhausting.” Rouge finished his sentence for him. “It’s tiring to work so hard on something, all the time.”

The hedgehog pointed a gloved finger at her briefly, before letting his hand fall back onto the mattress. “That sums it up perfectly.”

They lay there for awhile, just allowing themselves to rest after the frenzy of the past few days.

Eventually, though, Shadow forced himself to sit up. “So what are we doing next?” he asked, a frown set low over his eyes.

Rouge got to her feet, exhaustion weighing down her movements. “I think we should probably take a couple of days before we do anything else, hon. That was a lot of work.”

“I know,” Shadow said quickly, looking down at the mint-green sheets of the bed. “I didn’t mean to suggest that you weren’t working hard, I just-”

“I didn’t think you were.” she said gently. “I know you want to stop them as soon as possible, and so do I. But...we’re not in any shape to do much like this- being tired always makes people sloppy.”

Rouge smirked faintly. “I learned that one the hard way.” she mused, recalling a particular heist that she’d tried to pull off after going 48 hours without sleep. It had not ended well, to say the least. 

“I’m gonna head down to that restaurant we looked at earlier. I need food.” the bat muttered quietly. Omega gave her a thumbs-up as she walked out the door.

Rouge wandered through the town, looking around. She saw so many different people, all of them going about their ordinary lives, and reminded herself that soon enough, the world would be just a little bit safer for them to enjoy. This raised her spirits, if only slightly. Just enough that she felt like being a little more friendly to the (likely overworked and underpaid) workers in the restaurant than usual.

In fact, she suspected that recently when she had gone out to eat, she’d come off as almost as sulky as Shadow- constant work and paranoia really took it out of a person. Today, though, her work was temporarily finished, and she could take a deep breath with, if not relaxation, then at least a certain amount of freedom.

Rouge got her food quickly, but with a (perhaps a little too) bright smile and a cheerful wave. 

She left a sizable tip in the glass jar out front, all the while trying to ignore a little voice inside her head that whispered you should give that money to others, you won’t be needing it for much longer…

The bat hated trying to imagine just what G.U.N. was capable of, as well as the potential consequences of their actions. That was exactly why she spent the rest of the day relaxing in her room with Shadow and Omega, mostly reading or playing board games with them. As nice as it was to be able to relax and not obsess over sentences and file formats, they all missed being able to go about their ordinary lives, instead of having to control their every move in order to stay alive. She could feel it in the atmosphere of the room. 

Out of nowhere, Rouge felt the sudden fervent hope that Shadow’s motorbike and Omega’s weapons collection would be okay. She had seen the occasional picture of Club Rouge during her time spent working, and it was all cordoned off and dark and sad...she had made a lot of fond memories there. 

Whether or not some of those memories were of kicking particularly irritating patrons to the curb when their behavior went too far was entirely nobody else’s business.

Rouge hoped for another day or two like this before they had to do any more work- they needed it if they were going to succeed. Shadow had dark rings under his eyes and this was Omega’s first day in over a week where he hadn’t gotten a “power low” warning. If they tried to pull off the kind of heist she had in mind like this, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

The next morning, however, it became clear that Team Dark wouldn’t get that kind of luxury until their work was completely finished.

Allowing herself one quick yawn as she strolled downstairs (given that her fangs could appear quite menacing to those without them), Rouge traced a familiar path to the hotel’s breakfast buffet, planning to fill the gaping void that was currently her stomach.

Her shoes clicked across the tiled floor, irritating her tired ears, and the too-bright lights didn’t do anything to help her overworked senses. She seriously considered just going back upstairs and hiding under the covers for another hour or two, but the smell of pancakes and ripe fruit dragged her over to the long table that held the complementary food from the hotel. 

Filling her paper plate, Rouge began to think again about G.U.N. and the various...unsavory tactics she’d seen them use over the years. Often enough, the soldiers in particular were not above frightening or intimidating those groups of people they saw as ‘threats’ while simultaneously politely cooperating with those that didn’t. While she did her best to distance herself from those kinds of people, filing a complaint would only get you a reprimand or even a hint that you might be fired. No real action was ever taken against those who had joined the force to hurt instead of protect.

She had seen, though, that the commander was definitely trying to make the organization a better place- the raid on Space Colony ARK had clearly left an impression- but that didn’t mean he was succeeding. Over fifty years of brutality, violence, machismo and deceit were not so easily rooted out, not even if the person trying to create change was at the very top. The bat had seen a few too many people being beaten mercilessly by a soldier long after they’d shouted their surrender to think that G.U.N. was all good. Indeed, fighting first and asking questions later was ingrained in the very foundation of the organization.

But whenever Rouge’s mind went down these pathways, there was one thought that always rose above the rest…

While she may have seen what they did, Shadow had lived it.

Rouge sighed, trying to control her violent emotions that always appeared regarding that particular event, and took another pancake. The poor hedgehog had dealt with so much already, and now this...she truly felt for him. They were constantly on the run, always trying to stay ahead of the entire military organization, and despite his status as the ‘Ultimate Lifeform’, she knew that he was struggling. Shadow would insist otherwise, of course, trying to carry the world on his shoulders as he so often did.

She knew better, though.

Rouge glanced upwards to get another look out the window, the general paranoia that came with being a spy too deeply ingrained in her body to ever fade. There were plenty of times when it was just a nuisance, if not embarrassing, but right now those reflexes came in handy.

That was when she saw the five G.U.N. agents talking to the receptionist out front.

She took a deep breath, standing very still at the table. Panic would not help her now. Rouge took two very deliberate, very slow steps to the side, obscuring herself behind a helpfully placed tiered food display. 

The bat caught a snippet of conversation. One of the agents was talking to the man at the front desk, asking, “Have you seen someone matching any of these three descriptions?”

The receptionist frowned, leaning in closer to study the photos, and Rouge decided it was about time to get out of there.

She put her plate down slowly, and then walked purposefully but calmly back to the stairs. Once she was sure that they couldn’t see her any longer, she beat her wings and began to fly up the stairwell as quickly as possible.

Once she got into their room, she slammed the door shut, catching Omega’s attention from where he had been constructing a paper-clip chain. Rouge allowed herself two deep breaths before rushing over to the bed and shaking Shadow’s shoulder with surprising gentleness.

“What do you want?” he mumbled, his eyes only half open.

The bat beat down another wave of nostalgia for relaxing weekend mornings (focus, Rouge, your lives depend on it!) and instead gave him a sad smile.

“They’ve found us.” she said, shattering her teammates’ relative peace in an instant.

Shadow practically catapulted himself out of bed. “G.U.N.? What? When?”

“Yes, five agents, and just now.” Rouge said, beginning to pack up their few belongings.

“What shall we do?” Omega asked, an almost staticky tone creeping into his voice. It had the effect of making him sound rather more dangerous than usual, which was probably intentional. “I would be happy to burn this building to the ground. Just say the word,” he said, revving up his flamethrower.

“No burning.” Rouge said, and it was evident just how used to Omega’s antics she was that this statement was delivered in a completely calm tone of voice. “Here’s what I’m thinking. We split up- there’s only so many of them there. We’ll get out of here any way we know how. Meet up at 9:30 outside that waterskiing shop. Got it?”

“Yes.” Omega and Shadow said simultaneously.

“Alright, good. Omega, take the suitcases. Let’s go.”

She threw herself out the window as Shadow teleported the robot down into a nearby alleyway before vanishing again. Her wings folded tightly against her back as she shot down the side of the building, her fingers nearly skimming across the steel and glass. Rouge forced herself to trust in her wings, snapping them out at the absolute last moment before she could hit the ground and hoping that nobody in any of the rooms had seen much more than a red-and-black blur.

She almost laughed to herself- that used to be Shadow.

Laughing wasn’t something any of them did much anymore.

She stalked through a dark alleyway before rushing down a couple of blocks, trying to get as far away from the hotel as she could on foot without being too suspicious. By now, G.U.N. would have realized that the team did not look like they used to, which would make it a lot more difficult to escape their notice.

Rouge spotted Shadow moving quickly several blocks down, and made an immediate left to stay away from him. There was still over an hour until their rendezvous time, and until then it was best to stay away from one another. A hedgehog and a bat together would only draw the organization’s attention. 

Rouge forced her legs to take one step in front of the other- she had to stay moving. The bat was...a little too used to pushing through exhaustion when simple survival was her only goal. Memories of having to hide after heists, constantly walking to nowhere just to stay away from the police surfaced vaguely in the back of her mind. Rouge was still tired from nights of obsessing and writing and rewriting with Shadow and Omega, and this new stressor wasn’t helping at all, forcing her back into the same introspective cloud that always surrounded her whenever important things started happening.

Yet at the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to feel afraid of what could happen should she get captured. It was almost as though she wasn’t truly awake. She was worried for the rest of the team, it was true, but they were all already in such deep trouble that it almost felt as though she’d maxed out on stress.

As she walked, Rouge wanted to feel something more, some sense of a higher purpose to keep her inspired…

...but when it got down to the basics, change wasn’t always glamorous court battles or powerful arguments delivered to roaring crowds. Sometimes you just had to keep pushing and pushing and pushing until finally someone took notice and listened to what you had to say. It was tiny steps, day by day, almost like trying to grind down a mountain with a single stone. Despite being part of the catalyst, she couldn’t see any of the effects from here.

Was anything even changing? Rouge didn’t know.

She shook her head, trying once again to bury these thoughts in the back of her mind. This was just like a mission. Do the task, then think about the bigger picture afterwards.

The bat briefly wondered if this mentality was why the organization had gone downhill before forcing herself to focus. Right now, she needed to use her instincts. That was all.

…

After an hour, during which she had to hide behind a dumpster (in other circumstances, she would have laughed and called it cliche) to evade G.U.N. pursuit, she met up with the other two at the waterskiing store. Thankfully, Omega had managed to acquire a new car- their old one would have to be left back at the hotel and become more collateral damage, as much as they all wished otherwise.

They’d really liked that car.

Rouge and Shadow piled in, and the bat could only feel relief that Omega didn’t really get tired like they did, so at least there was low danger of someone falling asleep at the wheel. 

“We’re in the final stages now,” Rouge said encouragingly, trying to keep up morale. “Just this last heist to get more dirt on G.U.N., and then we’re free to do as we please…”

Shadow sighed. “I hope.”

“Perhaps…” Omega said cautiously, “...G.U.N. will get so busy with lawsuits that they will cease pursuing us after that. Their public image is...somewhat important.”

He didn’t sound like he believed his own words, though.

Rouge, feeling tired, had to practically beat her nagging thoughts off with a stick by this point. What if they never stop, the voice whispered. What if they just keep coming and coming until you give up because you’re just so tired of running-

“Rouge.” Shadow said quietly. “Are you doing the overthinking thing again?”

“What, hon?” she asked, feeling underequipped to have any conversation, let alone one about herself.

“The thing.” Omega called from the front seat. “Where you insist upon shouldering all of the burden simply because you’re the self-appointed team leader. That is not allowed in this car. At all.”

The bat smiled faintly. Even after all this work and exhaustion, they were still worrying about her. That kind of thoughtfulness was enough to relax her a little, and she leaned on Shadow’s shoulder.

“Let’s talk about stupid stuff for a little while.” she said firmly. “We should talk about something like, like- when we went to that one restaurant and Shadow ate like three bowls of their five-alarm chili in twenty minutes and won that T-shirt.”

Shadow smirked briefly. “It didn’t hurt at all and Sonic and Knuckles yelled at me for being a cheater. Having specially bioengineered taste buds has its perks.”

They reminisced about the good times, all three trying to keep the mood light and not discuss the elephant in the room (or car, as it were)- which was of course when they might be able to do that sort of fun thing again.

And then they were on the highway, and headed to what was hopefully the last place G.U.N. would ever expect them to be.

Central City.

[withcolebrock]

Still

Summary: Colby confesses his love towards Y/N after having been broken up for a while

Part 2!

Warnings: talks about mental health, swearing?, and implied smut 

Word count: 2,818

Author’s note: hi so I have worked on this piece for like two weeks and to me it doesn’t really make sense yet I love the idea, also it’s sorta rushed but yeah so like, ehhe. I may delete it ope I hope you guys like it (I don’t know why I chose this gif, he’s just hot okay)

It had been a rough eight months to say the least. Her life hadn’t been the same since the day she broke up with Colby; her boyfriend of two years. They still hung out in the same friend group and would go to the same parties; but it wasn’t the same. Only small words would be shared between them, nothing too serious. Colby and Y/N tried their best to not make it awkward for the group, but it was hard to hide the tension.

It wasn’t hatred between them, it was the complete opposite. She was longing for him. All she wanted was to jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist.  She wanted to kiss him and run her fingers through his hair. She craved for the electricity she felt between them. She craved for the way his fingers glided along her skin. The feeling wasn’t just desire, she missed the way he made her feel. He made her feel beautiful and worthy. She still loved him, she was still madly in love with him.

Except, she was slowly slipping away from him. Y/N never learned how to love who she was. For months she debated with herself if the confidence she had was because of Colby, or because she truly loved herself. Her mom had always said to her that you can’t fall in love with someone else, if you haven’t fallen in love with yourself first.

Y/N thought that idea was silly, until time went on with Colby. She was herself when she was with him yet she was holding something back. It was something she didn’t understand, until social media found out about their relationship. The media’s words were horrible towards her, even though Y/N was seen in videos with him in the past. It escalated when they announced their relationship.

She started losing herself when she was with Colby; her confidence was only in her when she was with him. Y/N wanted to be herself and confident when she was not with him. She needed to be able to love who she was away from Colby. As time went on it hit her that she can only do that if they took time apart.

~eight months earlier~

“I just don’t understand,” Colby pleated while leaning back against his sofa. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. He rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes flickered towards her. She stood in front of him, with her arms wrapped around her chest and tears streaming down her cheek. He thought everything was going great, he wasn’t just happy with her, he was in love with her.

“I love you, Colby, I’ll always love you. But I have to do this for me,” her tears made it hard for her words to leave her lips. Everything in her told her it was the right decision, but her heart was breaking.

“Is it because of the fans? I’ll say something, I’ll tell them-”

“It’s not, Colby,” her eyes met his teary ones as the words fell from her red lips. She took a long breath, “You did nothing wrong. You are perfect, you are sweet and loving, you are everything I have ever wanted.”

“Then why are you ending this? I love you, I want you,” he stands up from the couch and takes a couple steps towards her,  “I don’t want anyone else,” her body stiffens, as butterflies fill her stomach. Her eyes do not leave his blue ones as silence falls between them. Their bodies maintain the distance, as she searches for the words to say. She watches a tear fall onto his cheek and begin to stream down. He quickly wipes it away, turning his head away from her.

“I love you Colby, but I feel like I just need time to figure out who I am. I need to step back from us for me to- I’m sorry that I’m hurting you, I’m so sorry,” she covers her face with her hands as she begins to cry harder. Colby’s body softens as he watches her fall completely apart in front of him. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

He doesn’t say anything for a while. He felt that it was selfish of him to want to savor his last moment with her. She was doing the same, she was remembering the feeling of being secure in his arms. “I’ll be here, always,” he whispers as he kisses the top of her head for a short moment.

She finally pulls herself from his grasps, avoiding eye contact with him. Her body went cold as the heat radiating from his body was no longer there. She walks towards the couch and grabs her bag before turning her body to face him. He licks his lips as he meets her eye. Taking in a long breath, she heads towards the door and leaves his room. She keeps her head low to avoid seeing the roommates and talking to them while she looks the way she does.

~~~

For the first couple of months, she felt worse than she did before. She mostly felt guilty about how she handled the situation. Different ideas of what she could’ve done ran through her mind nonstop. In the end there is no good way to break up with your boyfriend.

Colby and herself kept the information about their break up vague; which led to the fans attacking Y/N even more than before. Saying Colby changed and it was her fault but some of them still supported her.

As time went on she found ways to work on her self love and mental state. Therapy and different journaling styles helped her the most, she focused on more positive thinking as well. It took a few months but she truly began to love who she was. The process was not something that happened overnight, it took months for her to start realizing that she was perfect the way she was. She still had her days filled with doubts, but most of the days were great.

Yet the thought of Colby was always at the back of her head. She always wondered what he was doing, how he was feeling, if he was thinking about her. It did not help her wandering mind when she had pizza night with him weekly. Her eyes always wandered over to him at the parties. It was as if a magnet was pulling her to him, but she owed herself to not listen to it until she was ready. Until she was finally who she wanted to be.

It was as if something clicked between them. Her guilt was lifted and his heartbreak was gone. Conversations were easier yet the tension was building between them the more they saw each other. Each time their eyes met, her heart would start racing and her cheeks would flush pink.

Tonight is another pizza night at Sam’s and something was different between herself and Colby. She felt his eyes watching her throughout the night, even meeting his eyes a few times. Every time a smirk would toy to his features, before she would turn her head away. Since she spent most of the night hanging around Tara, she began to see something was going on.

Tara sat down beside Y/N on the couch while lightly hitting her on the arm, “What’s up with you and Colby?” she whispered as she tapped her fingers against her cup. Y/N shook her head slowly while widening her eyes. Tara rolled her eyes while huffing, “Come on, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night,” she subtly pointed towards Colby standing in the kitchen. Her eyes follow towards Tara’s finger, to see Colby’s eyes already looking in her direction.

Quickly shifting her eyes away from him towards Tara, she drops her mouth open as she rolls her eyes. “There’s nothing going on,” Y/N whispers confidently as she leans back against the couch.

Normally he would keep his distance, since she needed him too. But as his eyes met hers for the fiftith time that night, he decided to walk over to where she was sitting. Her cheeks began to flush beneath the layer of makeup she had on, as his body slumps down beside her. Tara furrowed her eyebrows, meeting Y/N’s eye but turned her attention towards Jake. He rested his hand behind her on the top of the couch as he leaned over and quietly said, “You okay, if I sit here?”

He leaned his body back slowly, while licking his lips. She looked into his eyes and smiled nervously. “Of course,” she breathed, he smirked as he leaned back against the couch, keeping his hand rested behind her. Her body stiffened as her gaze lingered on him for a couple of seconds longer than she would have admitted to. Every week the group decides on a game that they’ll play before the pizza arrives; and if they film it or not. This week the group decided on Never Have I Ever.

“Okay, I’ll start,” Kevin said as he clapped his hands together, “Never have I ever kissed somebody in this group,” he raised his eyebrows to the couples sitting around the couch. Colby smirks as he turns his attention towards Y/N, slowly pulling the drink to his lips. She fights off a smile forming to her lips as she shifts her eyes towards Colby. Their eyes meet for a moment as they both take a sip of their drinks.

“That is such a cheap shot, Kevin,” Tara groaned as she pulled the red solo cup to her lips. The group falls into laughter as most of them pull their drinks to their lips.

“My turn,” Aryia begins as the laughter dies down, “Never have I ever-”

~~~

As the game went on, Y/N felt herself relaxing into Colby’s arm. He subtly began running his finger along her shoulder, drawing random shapes. It felt normal, her body felt relaxed with his body sitting beside her. It was barely anything, yet his touch lit a fire in her that she didn’t know she needed to be lit. The game was getting pretty heated as stories that haven’t been shared before are being told every other minute. Y/N eyes drift towards Tara, her eyes were already looking in her direction.

Tara smirked as her eyes slowly widened. Y/N lips curved into a soft smile as she found herself leaning into Colby’s body. Colby’s eyes were steadily watching her every move. He watched as her lips curved into a smile and how her nose scrunched lightly when she laughed. He always admired every inch of her, and now after months apart, he’s seeing her in another light. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, Tara pulled her cup towards her lips fighting off a laugh. Y/N finds herself doing the same, even though she should slow down with the drinks.

The game was soon finished and everyone slowly dispersed into their smaller groups. Sam and Kat were with Kevin and Aryia. While Reggie, Cassie, Jake, Tara, and Corey were hanging in the kitchen. Tara offered to grab her another drink as she stood up to follow Jake towards the kitchen. Handing her cup towards Tara, she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

She began to scroll through Instagram as Colby began to shift his body closer to hers. Glancing towards him, she feels her cheeks start to heat up. “Colby,”

He smirks as his eyes meet hers, she lacks words as her eyes flicker down towards his lips. “I should probably get going,” she breathes as she suddenly stands up from the couch. Colby leans back into the couch as he watches her walk away from him while fiddling with his rings. Y/N begins to say her goodbyes to her friends, while finishing the drink that Tara made for her.

After a long fifteen minute departure she opens Sam’s apartment door and leaves the party. Taking in a long breath she began to walk towards the elevator at the end of the hallway. “Y/N,” her body straightens as she slowly turns her body around. Her eyes land on the boy standing in the middle of the hallway. His body stands confidently yet his tone fell nervously.

Her eyes look down towards the floor, “Hey,” she breathes as her body slowly starts walking towards him. His gaze slowly looks her body up and down as his cheeks slowly begin to pink. Her eyes finally met his baby blues as she stopped only a few feet away from him.

“Can we talk?” he asked while rubbing the back of his neck, she nodded as they continued walking towards his apartment. He pushed open the door and held it open for her, she mumbled a quick thank you. Her body tightened as her eyes looked around the apartment, avoiding Colby’s eye. Colby leaned his body against his countertop as he kept shifty eye contact with her.

“I realized I never really asked you this,” he started, “How have you been with everything?”

“I’ve been really great, I’m genuinely happy. I really got to work on myself and I’m really proud of where I am,” she responded while brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear. Colby slowly formed a tight lipped smile as he simply admired her.

“I am really happy for you, an-and I can tell. You’re like radiating this new energy,”

“Yeah? What kind of energy?” she asked while pursing her lips. He chuckled softly while closing his eyes briefly.

“You know,” he whispered as he slowly took a cautious step closer to her, “Confidence, it’s like you’re hot and you know you’re hot,” he paused while he watched her eyebrows furrow, “You own it,” a soft blush began to form to her features as she slowly took a step back away from him.

She hummed, “Tell me more.”

He slowly stepped forward towards her, again. “You smile more now, like almost all of the time. It’s cute,”

“You know what’s cute?” she questioned while brushing a few pieces of hair away from her face, he shook his head slowly. “Your new hair,”

“Oh, you like it?” he whispered as he took another step forward. She nodded as Colby took a cautious step towards her. “I’m still in love with you,” he lets out, catching her off guard. Yet hearing the words, her cheeks slowly began to flush red as she fought a smile forming to her lips. Taking another step back, she gasps as her body hits the door.

“I never stopped loving you,” she breathes out while brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. He shakes his head slowly as his body moves closer to her again. His eyes flicker down towards her lips as he rests his hand beside her head. Chills run along her back as his body slowly inches closer to her.

“Kiss me,” his voice was barely above a whisper, as he pressed his lips together.

“I’m drunk,” she breathed as her eyes glanced down towards his lips leaning closer towards her own.

“Kiss me anyway,” his eyes looked deeply into hers as he rested his hand delicately onto her chin.

“You’re drunk,” she felt as though she was in a trance as his fingers slowly moved along her chin towards her cheek. His thumb slowly ran along her skin as his eyes flickered down towards her lips.

“Kiss me,” this time she listened. She leaned up towards him and pressed her lips against his hard. His hand slid down from the wall and rested it against her lower back. His hand sneaks beneath her shirt, pulling her body closer to his, his rings send a cold shock through her. She places her hand at the base of his neck, she slowly begins to run her fingers through his hair. “Jump,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss, breathless. she smiles against his lips, before pressing her lips to his. Jumping, she wraps her legs around his waist as he begins walking towards his room.

With one hand holding her thigh he pushes open the door with the other, he quickly walks towards the bed and he lightly drops her down onto the bed. Eyeing her up and down he quickly throws his shirt over his head, climbing over her. He leans down and kisses her, “Now, you better be quiet, the party is still going on over there,” he whispers as he points his finger towards the wall. Y/N giggles lightly as he leans down kissing her neck while placing his hand tightly along her hip.

“Shut up and take off your pants,”