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blkgojo · 4 years ago

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Two Superheroes, One Bed | Carol Danvers x Reader

In which, you and Carol hate each other, but have to share a bed.

Request: Anonymous

Despite popular misconception being a former terrorist does not make people like you. If anything, it makes them hate you. Despise you. Question you incessently with things such as, "Why did you do this? What is wrong with you? How could you have justified those acts?" And to be honest, your answer was less than satisfying. There was no tragic backstory. No great villain speech. Just you and your hatred for the government.

Living in the Avenger facility did little to change that.

See, the thing about Carol Danvers was that she wasn't an "Earth" hero. Logically speaking, there should've been no reason you disliked eachother as much as you did. You didn't work for the Kree. You had no squabble with saving refugees from colonial rule. On paper, you two were two peas in a pod. Both looking after people who didn't have others to help them, but you hated her the moment you laid eyes on her. Carol Danvers with the huge ass ego. Carol Danvers who somehow was fighting an intergalactic empire, but saw no problem with the way the US military conducted business. She hated you because honestly, who likes a murderer. Redemption arc be damned. You know how it goes.

"I just feel like I've done nothing to deserve this."

"You've killed hundreds of people."

"In total, the Avengers have killed like 2000 so, I don't really see how that's relevant."

Natasha sighs. Steve steps forward and when you cut your eyes at him, he raises his hands in plea.

"Half the universe's population is gone. The US government just needs a win."

You nod slowly. "And sending me across the fucking galaxy with-" You gesture vaguely to the blonde who until that point had decided to be quiet. "- is somehow a win."

"I hate to say this, but I agree," Carol interjects. "I work better alone. Y/N will just hold me back."

"We just need someone to go back to the planet where the infinity stores were destroyed. Make sure there are no remnants."

"It'd be quicker if I did it by myself."

"Y/N is the only one with the ability to replicate organic life," Steve retorts. "If there's a possibility she can locate some particle of infinity stone and replicate that, we need to take that chance."

"It'd be good publicity for her image and it'd bring us one step closer to bringing them back," Natasha continues.

"The world needs you to put aside your differences for the mission."

That was another thing you regretted about joining the Avengers. Steve had no shortage of motivating speeches under his belt. The good thing about villains was that they weren't much for conversation - there was no need to give motivating speeches when the odds were in your favor.

But, people were gone. Wanda, the only one you remotely liked, was gone. Snapped. Looking at Carol now, it looks like she must've lost someone, too. Her unpleasant face looks somehow more restrained than it usually did.

You sigh and fold your arms. "Fine."

All Carol does is nod.

It would take two earth days to reach his planet. Two. There'd been complications with the engine and so, it would take not the twenty four hours you expected, you know the time span that was customary for light travel, but it would take two days. Between that and the ship having to lower the heat to maintain proper oxygen levels, it wasn't fun.

"I could fly us there," Carol offers.

"Are you forgetting I can't breathe in space?"

Carol shrugs. "You replicate organic life right? Just replicate yourself a new pair of lungs."

"Fuck you."

She smirks, takes the only other available chair next to you. At first, she seems content to annoy you by tapping her fingers against the dashboard. Then, she grows bored. Worse, she tries to talk to you.

"Isn't all of this stuff automated?"

"Yes."

"So," she begins, stretching out the word. "You don't actually need to be here monitoring it. You can get on the cot." She shrugs. "Take a nap."

"I'd rather keep watch."

You think that'll be it and she'll be done, but she continues. You never would've pegged her as the type to not like silence. But, maybe that's not even it. Maybe, she just wanted to squeeze information out of you. God knows you weren't exactly open with the other Avengers when Fury made you join.

"You ever been to outer space?"

You shake your head. "When you're flagged as a global liability they tend to prefer you on the ground."

"A global liability? Is that what terrorists call themselves?"

"At least, we don't give ourselves cutesy nicknames like Black Widow or Captain Marvel."

She scoffs. "No. You guys just blow up innocent civilians."

"Yeah, I guess accidentally killing them is way better." You smile thinly. "For the greater good and all, you know?"

She stares at you long enough that you don't think she'll actually speak. Finally, she looks away and out to the empty abyss in front of you. "I don't pretend to know what the Avengers did while I was off-world. I see them now and they're good people."

You don't respond and she continues. "You must agree. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"Fury said it was either this or experimentation."

"Fury didn't say that."

You laugh bitterly. "He didn't, but he didn't need to. The governments experiment on all mutants - that's how we got Steve and Wanda - they just don't talk about it anymore." You spare her a glance. There's nothing in her expression that would tell you what she's thinking. "So, I chose the Avengers. And here we are."

"You could've escaped."

"Where?" You lean forward in your seat and prop your elbow on the dash. "Please tell me. Where can someone who's wanted internationally hide?"

She squints her eyes. "I'd help, but unfortunately, my knowledge of ideal vacation spots is pretty limited."

Carol's lips seem to be trapped in a permanent smirk - the corner always tilted up in vaguely hidden amusement. Even now. Her snark never stops. You feel your own anger dissipate as quick as it came. There was no point being angry with her. She loved it. Fed off it like a parasite or leech.

"It's almost like you're trying to piss me off."

She places her elbow on the console, leaning forward to shrink the gap between you two.

"Would it make you more angry if I was?"

One time, you and the raccoon had a bet. Whose eyes were more blue: Captain America or Captain Marvel? Like this, you'd have to say Carol. Her eyes had their own halo wrapped around the rim, highlighting the blue and making it fluorescent.

You rub your lips together and lean back in your seat, turning away from her to once again, look at the controls.

The ship breaks down when you reach his planet. You and Carol spend the first ten minutes after landing, arguing back and forth, blaming eachother. The next fifteen, Carol leaves you. Fucks off like a glow stick and searches the planet. When she returns, you haven't moved. Haven't left. You opted instead to lie down in the flowers. It was a beautiful planet. Perfect for retirement. The air was pure, almost light enough to get high in.

"I found his cabin."

"Great." You jump up. The blood rushing to your head and spotting your vision briefly, almost enough to cause you to wobble. "Let's go."

She steps in front of you, quick. You stop just short of bumping into her. Your faces are inches apart. That same infuriating smirk on her lips. Your eyes dart down, down to her chest - she was quite muscular, you could see that even through her clothes- down enough that she has to clear her throat.

"It's too far by foot." When your eyes meet, she's trying to not look smug.

You arch a brow. "Well, we can't fly."

"I'll have to carry you."

You groan.

"Believe me. I'd be more than willing to do anything else."

"Fine. Do it."

You step back and gesture at her to turn around. She rolls her eyes and in a breathe you didn't know you were holding, throws your arm around her shoulders, wraps her arms around your waist, and jumps. You scream. Through the rush of wind, you think you hear her laughing or perhaps, that's a lie and it's you. Laughing hysterically. No. You are screaming. Hitting her chest. And she's laughing. Fuck Natasha. Fuck Steve. When this is over, you're quitting.

When your feet touch the ground, you bend down and kiss it. Pray to it.

"Anyone ever tell you you're dramatic?" She asks.

"Anyone ever teach you about consent?"

"You told me to do it."

"I don't care!"

The two of you spend hours looking for remnants of the stones before you finally give it up and return to the ship. You were careful not to drift too close to his cabin. The Avengers never recovered the body. The rot of Thanos was thick, enough to gag over if you got too close. This planet wasn't used to death, not the harsh meat of Thanos. It had been months and he was still there, newly rotting as if it had been a week or two.

"I'll look again tomorrow before we leave." Carol pops a chip in her mouth, her feet kicked on the co-pilot chair while you lounged on the cot. "For now, you should get your rest."

"Don't you need to sleep, too?"

"I have been." She gestures to the chair.

You stare. Frown. The chairs were nowhere near comfortable.

"We can switch. I'll just take the blanket," you offer reluctantly. The nights here were cold anyways. Much colder than space. You involuntarily shiver.

"I prefer to sleep sitting up."

"Is that a military thing?"

To your surprise, she laughs. "Why?"

You shrug the blanket higher - the thin layer providing little comfort. "Cap likes to do that too."

As the sky gets darker, the cold filters in the cracks of the ship and between the layers of your comforter. You snuggle tighter within yourself, curl your knees up to your chest, burrow your hands underneath your pits. When that doesn't work, you shift again. It was always something. The blanket doesn't cover your feet here. You're uncomfortable there.

"You still up?"

You peek up to glance at Carol. She's leaned back in the chair, her head propped back against the headrest. When you shift, she pops one eye open.

"It's cold," you respond. "Are you cold?"

She shakes her head. "Temperature stops being a concern when you get superpowers like mine."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot you're a glow stick."

She snorts. "You talk a lot of shit for someone whose close to being an icicle."

"Bravado under pressure. It's my best quality."

You think she's gonna retort with another snort, but she stays silent. You make a move to stand, but she stops you.

"It's colder over here. See." She breathes out and you can see the cloud of her breathe. You frown.

"I can't sleep like this."

You think she's gonna do something like procure a blanket or throw you her jacket. You even think she might use her powers to heat the ship. It would make sense. Now, that you thought about it - she could've flew your ship to Thanos's exact location. You open your mouth to say as much, maybe, even yell at her as well, but she surprises you by standing.

Her head tilts to the side. Her mouth opening and closing again as if she's mulling over her next words carefully. If it were brighter, you might say this is the closest to nervous you've ever seen her get.

"I could lay down next to you." You blink. "My body generates a certain amount of heat due to -"

"Your powers. Yeah, I get it."

Slowly, you scoot over in the small cot. There wouldn't be enough room. You'd be touching regardless, but if you didn't turn over, it'd be okay. You could pretend instead of Carol, it was some space heater next to you.

"Come," you order.

You feel her weight in the cot, the warmth of her sinking in and spreading across the fabric. It hasn't even been a minute and already the cold has been dissipated. You could sleep if you wanted to. But, you don't. No matter how much you had wanted to pretend she was just some space heater, she was Carol. She felt stiff like a board and she was unbearably loud in her stiffness, her unwillingness to move.

"You can relax you know," you mumble.

"I sleep on my side."

You wonder now if she's smirking.

"No one's stopping you from doing that."

She moves and you know without looking that she's facing you. Her breathe tickles the hair on the back of your neck. You wouldn't be able to sleep like this. She's thinking so loud that whatever thoughts she's having are sure to interrupt your dreams. You turn over towards her - your faces are a hair apart. She's not smirking. Her lips are parted and her eyebrows raised, her expression torn between surprise and delight.

"You're making it difficult to sleep," you say simply.

"Am I?" She retorts. There it is. She's grinning. "That sounds like a personal problem."

You don't take the bait. "You know why you're making it difficult?"

She shifts her head slightly to imply 'no'.

"You're too far away. I'm still cold," you say.

She arches one brow. "This is too far away for you?"

You nod.

She shifts closer. Close enough that there's no room for you to glance at her lips. There's only her eyes staring into yours.

"This good enough?" She whispers.

"No."

"You're proving difficult to please, Y/N." And you can tell she's trying to be smooth, but right now, you just want her to shut up.

You barely have time to open your mouth to say as much before she's kissing you. Pressing her soft lips to yours, her hand finding its way to your hip and resting there. She tugs you closer to her until your bodies are flush against one another. The soft pecks growing longer. Light sparks from her fingertips, burning the trim of your jacket. She fists it as she presses you into her. Her touch still gentle if demanding.

You pull away slowly to breathe. To catch air. You forget why when your lips stop touching.

"Been wanting to do that for awhile," she says with a smile.

"I didn't know I wanted to do it honestly," you respond because it's true. All you knew was that Carol was infuriating. Still is. Only now you want to kiss her, too.

"Really?" Carol asks. "You didn't know you wanted me?"

"You find that hard to believe?"

"I do," she grins. "You know the raccoon and Groot have a running bet on which one of us would crack first. Groot bet on me."

"Groot lost, then." You mean to kiss her, but she pulls back.

"You're the one who invited me into bed with you."

"Because you offered your services."

"Because you complained about being cold."

You groan, snuggle into her chest so you don't feel the need to respond to her. Thankfully, she stops. Her spare hand strokes your back and slowly, you drift into sleep.

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ckcker · 4 years ago

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I Walk in Madness

Nobody has or can have all the information, but they have the requisite amount of information and agony in combination to believe they accurately see the entire thing. I don’t and can never have all the information, but still I must have an opinion that seems binding or confident. The information I selected and pressed into an opinion is now my special soul, and defines me. It must be released and time-stamped to show that at one point, I made this all-encompassing definition, which is a summary of my self and the window of all my beliefs hereafter. Elevate yourself to say, “I no longer wonder.”

I have made myself publicly available; all that the community asks of you is that you participate. To not participate is to disrespect those who put all of their time, effort and mental filaments into the ideal of community. Such a reclusive impulse should be modified swiftly but in the most holistic way if possible, it is not helpful for others. It is not helpful for you. It is, at heart, cowardly, as it turns away in fear from the difficulties involved in building a resilient, healthy and just community. It courts isolation as a comfort, when in fact voluntary isolation is the fortification of unhealthy habits and delusional or paranoid thought processes which precariously redirect the lost person away from the tough but rewarding civic duties necessary to building a fact-driven social network. If I am lonely at night, the solution is to participate. Though I walk in madness, I end up at the voting booth. A discussion takes place in which everyone pretends to know how recycling works; one inches towards integration. Recipes are shared, and an evening passes with an attempt to perfect avocado gazpacho.

I love traditional open-toed sandals. Making the body more vulnerable to the elements of the outside world shows a general dissipating apprehension. Though current events inevitably fade in relevance and thus sustained public attention, their emotional immediacy and rousing thrust are exceptionally good at forcing the under-opinionated to participate and commune with others. Opinions always coalesce under the pressure of current events, and since current events are established and projected much more widely and much more often in this era, it follows that one should have more opinions, and participate more. Of all the methods I’ve tried, the most effective and least artificial toner I’ve used is two tablespoons of rose water mixed with 1 cup of filtered water. The rose water I use is a brand from Lebanon and you can probably find it in a local middle eastern grocery store. Having a very public life no longer makes me uneasy!

I published the post and I was feeling satisfied, though very likely no other person would see it. My only patron appeared to be a woman in her early 40s with hard bangs and a diamond choker smiling in her icon’s bubble, with arm around a presumed husband and the suggestive text “Be Kind” pegged in lower left corner in hot pink with white outline. Miscellaneous background details in the icon, particularly a hanging silver streamer, communicated that at the time of the photo this woman had been at a New Years party. Her silent interpretation of my persistently scarce content was eager musing territory for me when her icon focused my attention in the midst of a wild scroll, or when her face and militarized endorsement of kindness intruded with the elegance of a twirling maple samara upon my mind during a bout of fear-walking. She made no effort to contact me, had no posts of her own or even personalized layout style, and yet she hypothetically watched me. Of course it was pointless on her end — my posts were designed solely for the tactical misdirection of algorithmic spectres, conceived and published only in order to convince those supra-wiggly archivists of instinct that I was overwhelmingly a different person. I did not want even the smallest gleak of truth to land online. This “lost mind” plan even extended to my video watching and digital window shopping maneuvers, though in the case of the former it was impossible to totally restrain myself from a true curiosity and craving to pursue certain videos. This lack of impulse control expanded even more robustly when porn entered an afternoon; it was insurmountable to search and watch against the specific desires and images I knew would satisfy me the most. Yet I tried in rapid toe dips, once spending eleven minutes on a video of a nude bodybuilder shot-putting a collection of corns and lettuces into a wall, and with no o-face to conjure.

“I walk in madness” was both my unorthodox phrase of meditation and most important sentence of self-parody. When walking around at night in a certain state, I would now and then repeat to myself, “I walk in madness.” After this I would laugh and say, “that’s dramatic.” Self-parody swooped in to dehydrate the potential mirages, delusions. But no other summary was as accurate — literally I walked in madness. From the habits of my mind, a complex system had emerged and, quite simply, enveloped my unhinged ass. I had strobe-nurtured my preferences for “the best way to think” over the last several years, so that now I was only sufficiently energized when mentally combining (1), an act of making fun of myself for feeling out of sorts, with (2), an earnest attempt at my own healing. This perverse combo made me feel very aware but rarely good. And when these thought commands then marinated in the head to a fully abusive gush, there was one more thing to consider. What was the source of that powerful sensation that took me over when I went walking alone and without a plan at night? What was it in the body that prodded me along that highly nummy snack trail of mini-catharses? What was the source of those tiny pecks of transcendence that scattered down the back of the neck when nearing the production of an abyss? That is, I did not only walk in madness because I had to, but also because it had become fun. It raveled me on a line leading to some other connection, a connection which was not to The World. It promised recognition of and commune with everything that did not matter or had not ever been confirmed to exist.

These areas were very important to pay attention to — I had ignored them for the majority of my, to be acutely real, goofiest years, it was important to know everything that was possible. This was my routine. I walked with glamour in circular patterns around less populated city neighborhoods at night, always listening to music that accentuated a spike in insane flavoring. I only chose music that had the strength to combine halo and blurred hole, it was always music that floored my sensation to its final speed. I knew I was so lucky to have built-in machinery that let me expand all of my reserves through music. It was my only advantage. It made me proud to turn inward. If my skill was extreme sensitivity, it could only flourish in its most insular and native format.

But I desperately needed new songs to fill me up, and over-listened as a resting state. I over-listened, and a night out, i.e. the sustained advancement of nightlife over several hours, was an exhausting condition for me. In a bar, I was penetrated by the old song I had heard over two thousand times before, but which now had been remixed in a contemporary style wherein synth stabs commanded by creatine hands had replaced what was once very clean, antiquated AOR guitar strumming. The popular song I had highly ignored for the length of my life, and which hearing did not provoke outrage (or even flashback to wedding dance floor) but instead perpetual indifference in me, had been updated using the most cutting edge technology to produce aural depths not possible with the recording equipment available when the song was originally produced, and which now plunged the emotions much further down and much harder. The original voice was now placed in a melancholy minefield of hysterically deep bass and plummeting, omnidirectional dynamics and, when the remix passed through the tequila that I was allowing to patrol my body, it replicated itself with viral menace to produce in me the extraterrestrial threat of a single tear.

In this instance of a night out, Rob had invited me to this bar and party that I had never been to before. Where I had expected to see more of his friends or even the endless hallway of acquaintances he seemed to be able to mobilize at random, instead I only saw Gail, revealing the conditions were such that Gail and I were the only people Rob had invited to the event. There I stood under the song, almost leaking with melody-induced sentimentality or globular nostalgia mucus. I looked across at Gail who was leaning on a wall, who did not seem to be able to observe me after our initial greeting when I arrived at the bar. She appeared to not take in much information when moved from location to location, and when looking in her eyes I did not ever get the sensation that enormous perspectival changes were part of her social rhythm. A common conclusion from a young person would be that she was fried, but whether as a condition of drugs/alcohol/trauma or some combo, there had not been any stories shared on which to focus a rock hard drama-horny eye. Though I yearned to know what details flanked the long road leading to her hellscape, I realized it was unjust since I wasn’t prepared to present the full set of demonic coordinates that had led to mine. How can one appeal with another story of lost sleep? “Awake all night” is not the story anyway, yes we know, please make your complaining entertaining. I was in the heart of the club, I understood it was not the moment to emerge brumal vapors in the form of uninteresting plot points excerpted from my very personal checklist of booboos. “Oops,” the convicted serial killer said when the public did not like the realistic paintings he made of his victims while in jail. Gurn: it was possible for the public to see horrifying paintings made by a serial killer.

Several screens around the bar played the same music video, which the dance floor area magnified via projection on the wall, so that, in the most emotional part of the bar, emotion was keyed up considerably by the illusion of entering the world suggested by the song. Rob and the bartender were near cheek-to-cheek, taking turns cocking their heads to the side so the voice of the other could enter the ear successfully over the newest Chicago house-derived, 80s-synthpop-infused rap song scorching the lair. Gail stayed against the wall, looking around but appearing totally comfortable, a woman in her 60s drinking a High Life surrounded by a different generation, I was moved. Being young is incredibly dangerous. The bartender poured Rob and himself shots and they downed them together.

Snippets of Gail’s circumstances had reached me, I knew she had been living with her son in Texas but now was essentially homeless, that Rob and Q.C. had met her at a goth club where she was hanging out with a much younger woman named Lillian. Lillian would often be run into at the goth club or other clubs and bars, flirting with Rob and Q.C., and though she was definitely younger than Gail, she wore enough makeup to sufficiently alter minds and, with the support of moody bar lighting that left certain preferred corners in medium darkness, had an age that was unrecognizable. “My instinct tells me she’s at least 35,” Rob had suggested after explaining to me the situation and after a long silence in which I didn’t respond or engage at all with what he had just said. The pause had felt uncomfortable and also unnatural after such bulbous gossip so he apparently felt it important to break the silence with this one more detail of her estimated age. I knew it would make both of us more comfortable if I said something in response to the story of Gail and Lillian but I didn’t, in the end, have anything to say, and so Rob told me he thought Lillian was at least 35, and I responded, “oh.” Lillian and Gail were good friends and Lillian would often bring Gail along to the goth club; Gail did not dress on theme. Eventually Rob learned she lived in her car and he invited her to stay with him for an unspecified amount of time. Inevitably this increased my estimation of Rob’s worldview. When he would decide once again it was time to throw trash from the neighborhood off the 2nd floor apartment balcony — for instance a decommissioned flatscreen or legless American Girl doll — Gail, watching through the open door from the beige velvet couch, would laugh once.

Rob concluded his interaction with the bartender, turned to me and explained the bartender was hot and straight, and when the bartender worked the weekly gay night they held at the bar, he would appropriately enhance his image in honor of the conventional gay male eye — pouring himself into a tight black tank top that demonstrated his tactful chest hair and relevant bicep gains was the respectful thing to do. “I’m going to dance now,” Rob said as a commanding female voice shook the establishment with its first notes.

I wandered over with him but stuck to the doorway that connected the bar area to the dance floor, watching as he threw himself, alone, into the writhing environs, quite clogged with personal freedoms. The mass of dancers sang the chorus of the song all together, the subject matter concerned a protagonist that felt jealous and sad to see their long pined after crush dancing with another girl. In fact the protagonist likely never had a chance with the person who was their crush but had built up a dream narrative in which their idealistic love with this person was nearing possibility. In the midst of such crushing circumstances, the protagonist, now left alone and heartbroken at some event they likely attended simply to engage further with their crush, has decided to dance through their loneliness despite it all, even if it will only enliven them for a moment, and for the length of the song. Rob danced “with” almost anyone he turned his body towards. Some people engaged, dancing back, and others stealthily maneuvered away. At some point it was discernible that he no longer had on shoes or socks. A girl very much liked that, drawing her friend’s attention to the fact, then touching Rob on the arm, saying something inaudible. All three laughed. I stood and watched, occasionally pinged by passing bodies gunning for the most emotional part of the bar. I watched the video on the projection screen. The female vocalist danced specifically, had short pink bowl cut hair, conveyed well-lit and accessible agony. Several bar dancers unmistakably entered a sub-orgasmic flehmen response. My left shoulder reflexively darted front and back — a significant space-grabber had brushed me by on their way to the dance floor. It was eventually revealed to be Gail. I watched her scream “YAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” as she launched herself into the crowd.

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virryth · 5 years ago

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Doctor!AU Jihoon

a hbd to Jihoon;; love him so much can’t wait to see him in Jan

tw// mentions of wound, blood, mild violence

Read Doctor!AU Junhui | More Jihoon au | More SVT au

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Vice-head chief doctor for the ER (trauma unit)

Famous for his quick, spot-on judgement for emergency care and his blunt personality

Can be reckless at times and gets scolded so many times for jumping the fence on hospital protocols

Did he maybe hit the patient with his fist in an ambulance to get their heart moving because they wouldn’t make it to the ER? Sure.

Performed emergency surgeries at the scene of the incident? A few times.

but hey his methods worked and he saved countless of patients in the end so really who’s losing

Rumored to have a criminal record

Not many people know but Jihoon has a pretty strong sense of justice, he once punched the daylight out of a guy when he found out the dude sexually assaulted his patient

Actually spent a day in jail and had to get bailed out by Wonwoo, but the other guy ended up in jail too so it’s worth it in his book

Honestly looks so good in the scrub, fills it all up, hair slicked back, clear translucent skin with the face of an angel

Possesses such a cute smile and the most pleasant laughter, one of the reasons the nurses and his fellow colleagues adore him (also very popular with the elderly)

Except when there’s an unusually busy night, catch Dr. Lee looking like hell, hair is either disheveled and messy from running his hands through them when he’s frustrated or just plainly under a rubber headband and kept out of his face

Scrubs either has specks of blood or some sort of dirt from wrestling restraining rowdy troublemaker visitors in the ER

Usually spotted resuscitating a patient while kneeling on top of a moving crash cart, or running around giving consultations for other trauma on-call attendants

Do not even breath the wrong way around him when he’s busy trying to figure out the cause of a patient’s symptoms

Dr. Lee will sit there and think until he’s found a solution

Will sometimes venture to other wards to consult with the other doctors if he has time. Jihoon can be stubborn, but he knows how valuable the experiences of his colleagues can be, especially when it’s as important as accurately diagnosing and treating patients

Both new and long-time interns are terrified of Dr. Lee from trauma unit, they all avoid him like the plague because those who worked with him have only claimed it to be one of the most stressful nights of their medical career

Some came out so shocked they ended up transferring

But;;; it’s not all bad, he’s hard on the interns because residency is the only time period where mistakes are allowed, he has to make sure they know that lives are at stake if they’re going to become good doctors in the future

The very small few who survived his supervisions all ended up learning a LOT from him because scary or not, everybody and their grannies have the utmost respect for Jihoon

The ER is the most hectic and traumatizing place in the hospital, on top of the physical strains there’s also a lot of emotional stressors that get him down once in a while

And those moments are when his true personality shine through, boy is sweet and so soft, but only to you and his close friends though, anyone else see that and he’s all hardass hauling the interns again

“He was worse in med school,” pediatric surgeon Junhui spilled at a team dinner, “one semester during exam season, he wouldn’t come back for three days and we find him passed out in the library with textbooks under his head.”

“We thought he had fainted or something, turned out he was just hungry,” medic Soonyoung chimed in, nudging Wonwoo to continue spilling the tea.

“He woke up so angry because he missed hours of study, we had to deal with that attitude for a week. He was such a d*ck.”

“Yeah, that’s my reason. What’s yours?” Jihoon countered, taking a shot.

(am i saying ‘96 line went to med school and spent their residency together yes I am)

You know the boys from way back when you were interns during your residency

In fact, on his first day of work, Jihoon was admitted to the hospital due to an explosion injury

He wasn’t even directly involved, he was just a bystander rushing in to help when he spotted multiple MVCs (motor vehicle collisions) on the highway on the way to work, and while working on the injured patients, one of the cars had exploded nearby

Still has a decent-size burnt scar on his back to this day, but doesn’t regret it one bit

Jihoon does anything and everything in his power to save people, even if he has to put his life on the line

Patient bleeding out during transit and there’s not enough blood in the ambulance? Here, take his if it matches.

Need a hand shouldering debriefs from a collapsing structure to rescue a patient? On it.

Vernon from ortho came by once, “hey dude your wrist is bleeding.”

Jihoon: cut myself pulling an earring out of someone’s throat, what’s up?”

Vernon: yikes,,, anyway still up for lunch? :D

That’s kind of his main philosophy, and yours, because you didn’t hesitate one bit when you head straight into the fire to save him

It’s because of this mild case of recklessness that you both often get sent to dispatch on evac copters to save people at extremely remote locations

And you’re amazing at it, but more often than not you both usually end up in Junhui’s pediatric ward getting bandaged up while looking at babies

Really popular with the kids by the way, everyone loves getting a piggy-back ride from Dr. Lee when he comes by

Knows all of the the long-term patients by names and is so loved by the kids it’s honestly not fair

Medic Soonyoung knows Jihoon the longest and apparently he was even more reckless way back then as an EMT, but he’s mellowed down a lot since he became a doctor

As head chief, you cut him waaaay too many slacks and all the residents know it

But they also know he’s the best in the field so they just let him do whatever

But that doesn’t mean he gets away all the time, you still scold him when needed, and Jihoon has actually toned it down a lot since you became head chief because he knows ultimately you’re the one shouldering the responsibilities for his actions

He knows you would stick up for him no matter what because of how much you value his skills, and he doesn’t want to disappoint you in any way

“You know they’re not doing this just for your skills, right?”

“Don’t do that shrink thing on me, Wonwoo, it gives me the creeps.”

“He’s right and you know it,” Junhui teased.

“Shut up.”

Jihoon is so shy about his feelings for you, hence he speaks more with his actions

Often takes you out for dinner, or brunch, or home, after your shift when you’re too tired to drive

Brings you breakfast in the morning after a night shift and tries to shoulder most of the traumatizing cases when he can

Honestly he’s still doing his job, but during breaks, he makes sure to hang around and is always ready to come in three seconds max if you ever call his name

And sure, although he puts himself in danger way too many times, you know he only wants to help

But that doesn’t stop you from worrying, his mindset of giving his all to save others is what’s gonna get him killed one day

On your day off, you often meet up and hand out, running errands and going to the movies to catch up on whatever pop-culture content you missed during the busy on-call shifts

And it’s so platonic, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself because you honestly never know sometimes

One moment he’s resting his arm over your shoulder, softly speaking to you about what to order from the fast food menu. It’s so intimate you could hear your own heartbeats in your ears

Then suddenly he’s getting shy and conscious of how close you are

But then he holds you much a little too close to shield you from the rain as you share an umbrella

And you thought maybe that’s just who he is, he’s protective and skinship may come unexpectedly and unconsciously when he feels comfortable around people

Jihoon would say you were starting to sound like Wonwoo if he knew what you were thinking

It wasn’t until half the movie that you caught him staring

You had thought he had something to say, so you leaned in and waited

Truly, you didn’t expect to be kissed

And brief as it came, Jihoon had diverted his attention back to the big screen, picking up popcorn and chuckling when he saw the expression on your face

True to his profession, Wonwoo was the first to notice, he had been making jokes about how you two would end up together one day–a common topic among your circle of friends–and Jihoon choked on his coffee

They had kept it on the down low since the both of you had decided to keep it out of work

But things have definitely changed with the glances you noticed whenever he’s in the same room

There was so much affection in his gaze that you start to think maybe he’s been doing this for some time, it just took you this long to notice

You also find out that Jihoon is a lot more daring than you’d pegged him to be, and oh so subtle with his touches

Hand hovering on the lower part of your back to catch you in case you stumble, stolen kisses in the elevator, head touches and comforting hugs in the break room when you had time to take a breath

And yet you never got caught, it’s amazing how quick he turns back to strict Dr. Lee around the intern the moment he parts way with you

Occasionally Jihoon would join you in the empty corner near the supply’s closet, cooling your heads and leaning on each other to regain a sense of comfort and familiarity when things didn’t go well in the ER

He would hold your hand, leaning in to you and softly whispering into your hair about the gains and losses in life, sometimes about the future, where you would travel on your next vacation and what you would do together

The ER is a tricky placement, sometimes you witness the miracle of life, sometimes the end of it. It’s a battlefield almost every single day, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world

Not with Jihoon by your side.

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Summer Solstice Pt2

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When Solstice woke up, Dess was gone. Seth was snoring away in the same spot but there was no sign of her surly savior. The fire was still going so she decided she may as well make herself useful and started making breakfast. She was going through Dess’s saddlebags looking for food, since all she had was cheese and some bread.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Solstice jumped and turned to see Dess. The fury on her face matched her tone and Solstice was actually afraid.

“I was just looking to see what kind of food we had. I thought I could make something.”

“Anything like that will be with Seth’s things. Stay out of mine.” Solstice’s backbone returned with the command and she was about to answer back but was saved by Seth.

“Alright rabbit, I’ll clean them.” Solstice blinked and realized that Dess was holding four rabbits she had apparently been out catching. She handed them over to Seth then buckled her saddlebags without ever looking at Solstice. She was highly offended but Dess had saved her life so she really could not complain too much. At least not out loud.

“She’s really touchy about her stuff. I should have warned you.” Seth’s whispered words made her even more curious, but it was not a priority at the moment to understand Dess, or teach her manners no matter how much she wished she could. The temptation was getting stronger though, and Solstice decided it was time the girl knew who she was so that she would show proper respect.

“I’m sure my father will want to reward you for saving me once I tell him all that you’ve both done.” Dess ignored her completely but Seth took the bait.

“Who’s your father? Some rich merchant?”

“King Mathis of Paldar.”

That proclamation brought wide eyes and an open mouth from Seth, but absolutely no reaction from Dess.

“You’re a princess?” Seth sounded shocked. Not that he did not believe her, he just could not wrap his head around that fact that he was actually talking to a princess. “Do you hear that Dess, you saved a princess!”

“I heard.” That was it. No surprise, no apology for her behavior. She just said it as if this was an everyday occurrence and she did not want to be bothered being reminded. Seth frowned at her tone and opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. Looking at her posture, Solstice thought he was wise. She looked extremely tense, like a bow string about to snap.

Once he had cleaned and prepped the rabbits Seth refused to let Solstice help cook them. She regretted telling who she was as he constantly called her ‘your highness’ and refused to let her do anything herself. Dess glared at him at first but after awhile she seemed amused by it. Probably because Solstice was getting extremely annoyed by the whole thing. Granted she had wanted to take Dess down a peg with the pronouncement, but she certainly had not wanted to cause this type of servitude from Seth.

“Seth.” He looked at Dess as she interrupted him in his attempt to cut Solstices food up for her. “She’s royalty not an invalid leave the poor girl alone.” He puffed up offended, but all Dess had to do was raise an eyebrow at him and he blushed and stammered an apology. Dess just rolled her eyes and went back to studying the medallion.

“How did you know what those creatures are? I’ve never heard of them before.” Dess frowned at her and she realized that her tone sounded accusing. She really had to get her nerves in order. “I just mean that I’m familiar with most native creatures and I haven’t ever come across mention of them.”

“They live in the Serarian Forest.” Well that explained why Solstice had never heard of them. That forest was far to the east and no one went there because people had a tendency to disappear. It did not answer her first question though. “How did you encounter them?”

Dess flinched and shook her head. She refused to say anything though. If not for the obvious pain in her eyes Solstice would have wondered if she were a part of it. Seth seemed to take it in stride and Solstice wondered how many times something like this had happened before. She decided to try a different approach.

“Any idea why they’re so far from home?” Dess turned the medallion over in her hand a few more times and Solstice did not think she was going to answer that question either.

“A debt is the most likely explanation normally.” She sounded as if the words were being dragged from her but Solstice did not have a clue why. “If a Chuaru incurs a debt the entire pack is responsible. But…” She scowled then sighed, “If that were the case they would have sent the one with the debt first and considered it paid once they had fallen. They would not have kept coming.”

“So the entire pack had a debt?” Dess shook her head, more at herself than anything else; at least that was how it seemed to Solstice.

“No that is unlikely bordering on impossible.”

“Then why?” There was something she was not saying Solstice was sure of it. The hesitation just added to her certainty.

“I can’t be sure.”

“But you have an idea.”

“Not one I’m willing to share.”

Solstice let out a frustrated sigh. This was going to get old fast, was already wearing on her nerves. She was not used to anyone refusing to do something for her. What she found really strange was that part of her actually enjoyed it. The only person she ever argued with was her twin and it was actually helpful sometimes. It was even fun occasionally. But she almost always understood the way Gaea felt so the arguments did not last long. They also came from the same background so their opinions did not differ drastically on most points. Dess was something else entirely and Solstice found it strangely comforting. She was obviously losing her mind.

“Should we be worried about more of them?”

“No… no I don’t think so. Chances that more than one pack could be persuaded to leave, or controlled so they didn’t create mass chaos is unlikely. We don’t have to worry about Geht either.”

“I wouldn’t think he’d give up that easily. He was far too excited by gold.” Solstices scorn was obvious, and Dess frowned at her. “What?”

“If you ever don’t have it you’ll probably be excited by the prospect as well. Trust me your perspective tends to change drastically when you have to do without something. Regardless it doesn’t matter. The Chuaru went after him first, I only found pieces.”

Solstice gasped. Pieces? Her mind flashed to what would have happened to her if Dess had not come for her when she did. It made her realize that she had not really thanked her for it either. She wondered at her own ungratefulness. Solstice walked over to Dess who looked at her warily, probably expecting another lecture.

“Thank you for saving me. From him and from them.” Dess blinked at her in surprise before nodding. “Why did you save me?”

Dess just shrugged but Seth answered. “She was a slave once; she has no love of slavers.” The glare she shot at him should have mortally wounded the boy. “What? You’re branded I would have been blind not to notice.”

“You shouldn’t make assumptions it’s not healthy.”

With that Dess got up and started going through her bags, completely ignoring them both. She would not even respond to Seth when he offered her food. Solstice could not tell if she was mad, hurt or both. For some reason she reminded Solstice of a animal licking its wounds. She was branded; she could talk of seeing someone torn to pieces by creatures without even flinching. Solstice could not even imagine what she had gone through in her life. She wanted to say something, but did not know what. That thought was interrupted by a feeling she knew well but did not expect.

“Gaea.” Dess frowned at her and opened her mouth but whatever she was going to say was interrupted by a shout from outside the cave.

“She’s in here! Help me move this rock.”

Dess pulled a pair of long knives out of her bags and stepped between Solstice and the entrance.

“It’s alright.” Dess raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s my sister and likely a few of my other siblings. And possibly a contingent of the royal guard.” Seth’s mouth dropped open again, but Dess just motioned him to the lever.

“You’d better let them know you’re alright before they barge in and try to behead us. For myself I don’t really care, but I would take it amiss if anything happened to Seth.”

“Gaea!”

“Solstice are you alright?”

“I’m fine we’re going to open the door for you.”

“Who’s we?” Solstice swore Dess actually smiled at the suspicion in Gaealin’s tone.

“Friends, they rescued me from the slaver who was holding me.”

“Fine, that will stand for now.”

Yeah this was going to be interesting. Gaealin was not going to be satisfied with the answers she had gotten from Dess so far. For that matter Solstice was not satisfied either, she was just willing to let it slide. Gaea would not be.

Dess motioned for Seth to pull the stone back and the cave suddenly became a lot more crowded. Along with Gaea were their two older brothers, Mandorin and Saidar, two of her younger brothers, Javin and Jenlar, and the captain of her father’s guard, Sabor, with twenty soldiers. Quite the rescue party.

As they entered the cave Javin and Jenlar immediately cornered Seth and Sabor pulled his sword on Dess. She just raised an eyebrow at Sabor before glaring at Solstices brothers. “Leave him alone or you won’t be walking home.”

“How dare you threaten us do you know who we are?”

“I really don’t care.”

“Javin,” Solstice figured she needed to get a handle on this before there was bloodshed. There were days she wanted to beat her brothers; Dess would not feel the need to restrain that feeling. “Dess and Seth saved my life. Now put that sword down before you hurt yourself honestly. Gaea, I wasn’t aware that this was how we greeted friends.”

Gaea looked slightly abashed but stood her ground. “They could have made you say that to lure us in, we had to be careful.”

“Well as you can see there are only three of us now will you put those down.” Solstice motioned to all the swords currently pointed at Dess. They seemed to have decided that Seth was not a threat. “Not to mention it is too crowded in here I don’t think we need the entire guard unless you feel you can’t protect me.” It was a low blow and she knew it but Solstice wanted to get everyone out. Gaealin’s pride was the easiest trigger at this point.

“That was uncalled for.” Mandorin took over and ordered everyone out except family and Sabor, who still had his sword on Dess. She seemed amused by it, but Solstice was not happy.

“Is there any reason you feel the need to keep your sword on someone I’ve clearly said is a friend.”

“He’s a warrior; everyone’s the enemy until proven otherwise. I haven’t proven it.” Faster than Solstice thought possible Dess lashed out and disarmed Sabor, turning his own sword on him. The entire room held their breath. “I respect that.” She flipped the sword back over and handed it back to Sabor who grinned.

“Nice reflexes. I’ll be ready for it next time.”

Dess smiled back at him. “Only if I’m really careless.” Sabor laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. All the Paldars and Seth exchanged looks. None of them had a clue what had just happened. Gaealin looked just as confused as the rest which surprised Solstice since she trained with Sabor pretty much nonstop.

“Okay…” Saidar decided to break the moment. “So who wants to explain the really ugly winged dead things outside?”

“They came after us just before we made it to the cave. Dess took care of them.” Solstice somehow found that easier to say than killed though she did not know why.

“And do we know what they are?”

“Chuaru.” Dess and Sabor spoke at the same time and both gave the other appraising looks.

“How do you know what they are? I hadn’t ever heard of them before.” Solstice directed the question at Sabor. She would not have thought he would have heard of them since none of them had.

“Honestly I just thought they were a legend. A few people from near the Serarian Forest have mentioned them when they come to trade. But I’d never met someone who had actually seen one. The natives are under the impression that just looking at one will drive you mad.”

Solstice looked to Dess but she refused to make eye contact. Having someone else confirm what they were and where they originated made Solstice trust her more though.

“And she killed all of them?” The tone in Javin’s voice was downright insulting and Jenlar elbowed him in the ribs.

Dess just looked at him. She did not move, she was not even glaring, but the look was enough. He suddenly started shuffling his feet and seemed to find the floor extremely interesting. Solstice cleared her throat.

“So how did you find me?”

“We were going to the place we were told to bring the ransom and found the slaver’s camp.” ‘Rin glanced at Dess when he said that and it took Solstice a moment to realize he thought Dess had been the one to kill Geht. “From there Gaea tracked you.”

“The Chuaru are the ones that killed the slaver.” Sabor had apparently caught ‘Rin’s look as well. “Their hair was all over the place.” He had stepped so that he was almost shoulder to shoulder with Dess. While her siblings still seemed to think Dess was the enemy, Sabor had apparently adopted her. Solstice could not quite wrap her brain around it. Sabor did not usually warm up to people quickly, or at all to be honest.

“Seth give it back.” They all blinked at Dess then turned to Seth who looked partly ashamed but mostly indignant.

“He insulted you.” She just raised an eyebrow at him. Someday Solstice wanted to know how she could communicate so much with such an insignificant body part. “Fine.”

Seth pulled an ornate dagger out of his shirt and handed it back to Javin who looked stunned. He kept looking at his belt trying to figure out how Seth had managed to take it without him knowing. Seth moved to stand behind Dess still looking sullen. Saidar was looking at Seth with what looked like respect. Trust ‘Dar to be impressed with stealing.

‘Rin broke the silence by pulling out a parchment from his pocket. “Since you seem familiar with the slaver perhaps you could tell me what this is.” Dess frowned as she read then blinked up at ‘Rin.

“Where did you get this?”

“It was in a part of his jacket.” Solstice did not need the reminder that he had been literally ripped apart. “Does it mean anything to you?”

“You’ve never seen this seal before?” Dess showed the bottom of the page to ‘Rin who shook his head. Solstice realized that once again Dess had not answered the question. She would be willing to bet that she recognized the seal and judging from the way she was frowning she was not happy about it. She handed the paper back to ‘Rin.

“It means nothing to me.” Solstice blinked at the dead sounding tone in her voice. She caught Sabor giving Dess the same look. She was not lying, but Solstice had a feeling she meant the words in a different light than they took them. “Now if you have nothing further Seth and I should probably be on our way.” That sentence prompted different reactions from everyone. Gaea narrowed her eyes suspiciously until she caught Solstice’s glare. Seth looked on the verge of objecting until he got a good look at Dess’s face. Javin started checking his pockets to make sure nothing else was missing. ‘Dar and Jenlar did not seem to know how to react. Sabor seemed like he was trying to read Dess’s mind. ‘Rin just seemed incredibly taken aback.

“What about a reward?”

Dess shrugged and would not meet his gaze. “Give it to people who need it, I don’t.” Saidar looked like his brain was melting. He had never turned down money in his life and apparently could not fathom anyone else doing it either. “You don’t want anything?”

Dess flinched. “Nothing you can give me other than to be left alone.” Solstice watched Sabor and those words seemed to make everything make sense to him. She would have to make him explain that to her because she was still completely lost.

‘Rin was on the verge of saying something else when a messenger ran into the cave. They all frowned at him and he looked to be on the verge of trying to back out until he remembered the parchment in his hand. He handed it to ‘Rin before practically running out of the cave.

“Anything important?” Solstice asked because ‘Rin looked extremely confused.

“Father received word from King Amond that we had rescued you and he intends to visit Paldar.”

“How could he have known? We didn’t even tell anyone Solstice was missing not to mention that had to have been sent last night.” Gaea’s puzzlement matched Solstice’s.

“Right around the time the Chuaru would have found Geht.” Dess’s eyes were closed and she seemed to be trying to gain control of herself. Seth edged away from her and that could not be a good sign. When she opened her eyes she glared murder at ‘Rin. “I thought you said you hadn’t seen that seal before.”

“I haven’t.”

“You seem familiar with King Amond.”

“I’m the heir to the throne of Paldar I have to be familiar with other royalty.”

“Then how is it that you don’t recognize his seal?”

“That’s not his seal.” ‘Rin pulled out his sword and began drawing in the dirt at his feet. “That is his seal.”

Dess glared at the drawing. “No that was his grandfather’s seal.”

“And how are you so familiar with the seals of Meran?”

Dess did not answer ‘Rin, instead she turned to Solstice. “You need a body guard.”

“I live in a palace full of guards.”

“And you still managed to get kidnapped by a slaver. You need a body guard.”

“Are you volunteering?” Sabor’s questions drew a surprised blink from Dess; apparently that was not what she was thinking, and immediate denials from Gaea and ‘Rin.

“Why not? She seems to have done a good job so far.”

“We know nothing about her. Who’s to say she wasn’t in league with the slaver? She knows more than she is telling.”

“What I know or do not know is none of your concern, and I would never work with slavers. You can believe me or not but what you should be worried about is you sister. Someone,” the word dripped with sarcasm, “managed to send an entire pack of Chuaru after your sister. Any person who can manage that, or who would even think to do it in the first place is extremely dangerous. I highly doubt they’ll give up easily. Solstice needs a competent body guard, and if your palace guard let her get kidnapped in the first place I certainly wouldn’t want to pick from their ranks.” She glanced over at Sabor who nodded in thought.

Solstice sensed genuine concern in Dess’s tone. Thinking about it rationally, she was right too. Even if she was wrong about Amond, she was right in thinking that whoever went to so much trouble in the first place probably would not give up easily. Solstice knew that Dess had secrets, but she was also confident that she wanted to keep Solstice safe. She had no clue why and that did worry her a little.

“She’s right.” Everyone turned to gape a Sabor. “As much as I hate casting suspicion on my own men we still have no idea how that slaver got into or back out of the palace. Until we do know I don’t believe it’s safe to trust them. It could be something as simple as someone took a bribe or it could be something else. It simply isn’t wise to leave Solstice’s protection up to them.” Everyone but Dess gapped at him.

“You refuse to trust your own men but you’ll trust her?” Gaea was more than indignant and Solstice understood why. She had helped select and train most of the guard.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He looked at Dess. “Because she is a true warrior. Once she gives her word she won’t go back on it and she’ll fight to the death to protect Solstice though I don’t know exactly why.” Dess held his gaze. Something passed between them that, once again, none of the rest of us understood but Dess finally nodded.

“I sacrifice myself to keep others from feeling my pain. I shed my blood to protect the innocent that they may always know joy. I suffer so that others may feel the light I am denied.” Even Sabor seemed shocked by Dess’s words. It held the ring of an unbreakable oath which stunned them all.

“You are a Guardian?” Sabor said the word almost reverently. Solstice was getting extremely tired of only understanding bits and pieces of what was going on. Dess just nodded. “But… how? The youngest I’ve ever heard of was at least twice your age.”

“There is only one path to becoming a Guardian. Age doesn’t matter, but most people live much longer before they are forced down it. I’m just lucky I guess.”

“Umm, does anyone else feel like they’re missing half the necessary vocabulary in this conversation?” Seth posed the question and all the Paldars raised their hands.

Dess just rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“All that matters is that she would be the best body guard for Solstice imaginable.”

‘Rin and Gaea looked on the verge of protest so Solstice stepped in. “If she’s willing I would be honored.” She got shocked looks from everyone except Sabor who nodded in approval. “She saved my life, twice, I believe she can be trusted.”

“Well that’s settled then lets pack up and get back.” Sabor herded all the Paldars except Solstice out of the cave.

“You never said if you were willing.” Solstice practically had to force Dess to look at her. “If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.”

“I want to protect you.”

“But?”

“I don’t want my past to cloud my judgment on this, and I’m not sure I can stop that from happening.” Solstice was shocked by the acknowledgment. Judging by the sound of things hitting the floor in the back of the cave, Seth was too.

“I trust you. I don’t know why but I do. I believe you’ll put my safety first. Whatever issues you have with King Amond, I don’t believe you’ll do anything that puts me at risk.”

Dess just stared at her and Solstice had no idea what was going through her mind. Finally she reached for Solstices hand and placed it over Dess’s heart.

“Until you no longer need me I will stay by your side. My blood before yours. My life before yours. As a Guardian I give this sacred pledge.” Solstice felt a shock jump from her palm to Dess and watched as she closed her eyes, pain tightening her features. Dess let out a slow breath as she let go of Solstices hand.

“Are you alright?” Dess just nodded before turning to get Solstices and her own mount ready.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Solstice jumped as Gaea snuck up behind her for that comment.

“You’re just upset because she all but called your guards incompetent.” “We know nothing of her other than that she just happened to be there to ‘save’ you from a slaver.”

“Sabor trusts her.”

“I know. I just wish I understood why.”

“Did you ask him?”

“All he would say is that she’s a Guardian but he won’t explain what exactly that is. I want you to be safe, I’m just not sure she does.”

“I trust her.” She held up a hand to keep Gaea from objecting. “She hasn’t done anything to make me question her. Yes she has secrets but so do we all. She doesn’t want to talk about her past but so far she hasn’t actually lied. Besides did you see how she disarmed Sabor? If anyone can keep me safe she can. You’d be impressed with her archery skills too.” Gaea just made a non committal noise before sulking her way out of the cave. Something was off with Gaea, but she could not figure out what.

“She’s pregnant.” Solstice blinked at Dess’s comment

“What?”

“That’s why she’s acting oddly.”

“How did you know she was acting oddly?”

“It’s part of the bond the pledge created. I can sense your emotions. It’s meant to help me know if you’re in danger.” Well that could be interesting.

“How do you know Gaea’s pregnant?”

Dess hesitated, and Solstice could almost see the struggle take place in her mind as she debated whether to answer. “I can sense it… for now let’s just leave it at that.” For now… well that was a start it meant that someday she might get more of an explanation. Dess handed Solstice her reins. “Seth get a move on, we aren’t waiting around all day for you to remember how to saddle your horse.” He closed his mouth and hurriedly finished packing and getting ready.

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Rei pulled her hair up and then finished strapping her arm guards on when there was a knock at the door. It was early, and she couldn’t fathom who would possibly be visiting her at this hour other than Kakashi, who was likely already off fulfilling his morning routine. When she opened the door, she found Sekkachi Fumeiyo standing before her with arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

“Well, you finally did it” she greeted. “You finally got into Kakashi’s pants.”

“H-How did you find my address?” she asked. She hadn’t spoken to Sekkachi in years. The blue-haired kunoichi didn’t answer. Rather, she waltzed into Rei’s apartment, ran her finger across the layer of dust on her desk, then seated herself on the windowsill. “Wait a second, how did you hear about this anyway?” A sense of panic suddenly overwhelmed her. Was Kakashi telling everyone about their relationship? He didn’t seem like the type to flaunt something like that.

Sekkachi shrugged. “I know a guy” she said bluntly. Rei narrowed her eyes.

“Who? Which guy?”

“The Guy” Sekkachi explained. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pouch, tugging one out with her mouth. As she went to light the end of it, Rei lurched forward and slapped it out of her mouth and out the window.

“Hey, don’t do that here” she insisted. “You’ll start a damn fire.”

“You know, I’ve gotta say, I’m proud of you, Red” she sighed. “It’s nice to see all your childhood whining wasn’t for nothing.”

“I’m sorry?” Rei asked. Now she was beginning to get pissed. “Who else knows about this?”

Sekkachi paused for a moment, counting on her fingers, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Lots of people. Probably everyone. Why? Are you guys in some secret relationship?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Then what’s the problem?” Sekkachi asked.

“The problem is that I just expected us to tell people about this ourselves, rather than have my childhood comrade barge into my apartment talking about it!” Rei shouted.

“Talking about what?” a voice then called from the doorway. Kill me, kill me now, Rei thought to herself. Standing tall and proud was Tenshi, arms crossed with a stance that read she meant business.

“I stand corrected. I guess not everyone knows” Sekkachi replied. Rei could tell she was restraining a disgustingly amused smile.

“Knows what?!” Tenshi whined, clenching her fists at her side. She truly hated being kept out of the loop.

“Rei and Kakashi are banging” Sekkachi said casually. Rei buried her face in her hands and groaned. Tenshi’s face went bright red, nostrils flaring.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, voice growing shriller by the second. She barged into the apartment and ripped Rei’s hands away from her face. “Is this true? Are you and Kakashi fucking?”

“Oh my god, I’ve gotta get out of here” Rei said, pushing past the brunette. The room was growing rapidly smaller and the air growing exponentially denser until suddenly she couldn’t breathe. She needed fresh air, a reprieve, to go somewhere where no one knew her relationship status. Everything was outside of her control.

From inside Rei’s apartment, Sekkachi sighed and stood up tiredly. “Well, I guess there’s no point in my staying here any longer” she said, approaching the hallway. Tenshi leapt in front of the door, spreading her arms across the entryway, and glared at the blue-haired kunoichi.

“Wait a second, you’re not going anywhere” Tenshi insisted.

Sekkachi cocked a brow. “Wow. It’s been a while since this has happened.”

“Who are you? I haven’t seen you around here before” Tenshi asked. She looked the kunoichi up and down, not trusting her for a single second. There was something about her multitude of piercings that really made people think twice about her.

“The name’s Sekkachi” she introduced. “Rei and I unfortunately grew up together, though she stopped way sooner than I did” she laughed, motioning with her hand to infer Rei’s height. Tenshi didn’t laugh. After an awkward beat of silence, Sekkachi huffed and then asked, “So, who are you? And why are you so hung up on what Rei does, anyway? What are you? In love with her or something?”

“Ew, barf, no!” Tenshi shrieked. “I wouldn’t touch that bitch with a ten-foot pole!” Now Tenshi was the one making Sekkachi laugh. This woman was so childish, it was hilarious. After recovering from the idea, Tenshi straightened her back and flicked her long ponytail over her shoulder. “If you must know, the only reason I give a rat’s ass about Rei is because I want Kakashi for myself.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” Sekkachi asked. The mocking tone of her voice really pissed Tenshi off. Who did this chick think she was, anyway? “What makes you think you’re the ideal girl for Kakashi, anyway?”

Tenshi laughed haughtily and placed her hands on her hips. “I’m sorry, have you seen me?” she asked. “What doesn’t make me the ideal girl? I’m smart, gorgeous, talented. I’m everything a man would ever want!”

“Well, regardless of all of that, there’s one thing Rei has on her side that you don’t, and that’s history” Sekkachi replied. She pushed past Tenshi and stepped out into the hallway, preparing her pack of cigarettes for when she reached outside. Before disappearing, however, she glanced back at Tenshi, looked her up and down, and added, “I’m sure if you stopped focusing so hard on Kakashi, you could land anyone you wanted. Plenty of fish in the Leaf Village and all that good shit.”

Tenshi watched her slide down the banister and slip out the front door, lighting up a cigarette, and fumed. Of course she knew she could get any man she wanted, but the only one she wanted was Kakashi. And she always got what she wanted.

That afternoon, the brunette slid up to Rei while she was checking her mail. “I hope you know you’re on thin ice” she said morbidly. Rei blinked a few times, looking up at her, then laughed. “This isn’t funny!” Tenshi shouted. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not going to get away with this. You better back off or else.”

“Or else what? You don’t scare me!” Rei laughed. She slammed her mailbox shut and began ascending the stairs.

“You’ll be sorry! I don’t care what you think, Kakashi should be with me!” Tenshi called after her.

Rei paused halfway up the steps, a sly smile spreading across her lips as she met the brunette’s eyes and then simply said, “Well then tell that to Kakashi.” And with that, she disappeared.

Did Rei think this was some sort of sick game? Was she really so stupid as to underestimate her? Tenshi gritted her teeth and ripped up all of her mail. If Rei wasn’t going to take this seriously, then maybe she would confront Kakashi. Besides, the only way to get rid of a pest is to kill it at it’s source, right? A sickening grin spread across her face as she stomped on the remnants of her mail, then started upstairs.

“I hope you’re going to clean that shit up!” a voice called from behind. Tenshi turned to find Sekkachi leaning against the doorway, waving mockingly up at the girl. She didn’t know what Sekkachi wanted or why she was there but that didn’t matter much. The brunette scowled.

“Would you get out of here?!”

Her plan would be brilliant. If she wanted this to work, she would have to peg Kakashi when he was alone. Just the two of them, no outside influences, and absolutely no Rei. She kept an eye on him for a few days before picking up on patterns of his daily routine, then went in for the kill.

She caught him while on his morning routine, walking through the village. With an unsuspecting grin on her face, she leapt out to walk beside him. “Hey, Kakashi!” she beamed.

“Oh, hey Tenshi” he replied. He had his nose in a book she didn’t recognize.

“Whatcha reading?” she asked.

“Hmm? Oh, Makeout Paradise by Master Jiraiya” he answered.

“That sounds interesting. What is it about?” she asked.

“Uh…” Kakashi said, then flipped to the synopsis on the back. “A daring adult novel about two people and the lure of romance, it says.”

“You know, that sounds right up my alley! Maybe I could borrow it sometime?” she asked. She pressed her breasts together flirtatiously, grinning up at him.

“You can just get yourself your own copy. They have them at the Pink Bookstore” Kakashi said.

“Oh. Well I was hoping you could lend me yours! I always prefer used books over new” Tenshi replied.

“I didn’t know you read at all” Kakashi said.

Tenshi laughed and swatted at the air. “Pfftt, me? Reading? I read all the damn time, what are you talking about?” she replied, smacking him playfully on the arm.

“Do you?” Kakashi asked. “What’s your favorite book?”

“Uh…” Tenshi stammered. She should’ve known he was going to ask that. Really, she dug herself into this hole herself. She hated reading. “You know, it’s really hard to just pick one!” she finally answered.

“Uh-huh…” Kakashi replied, a tinge of suspicion in his voice. Then his eyes slowly began to focus on the book again. Tenshi was losing him. This was bad. She needed to act fast if she wanted any chance of succeeding in this.

Unsure of what else to do, she gripped his arm and pulled him closer to her, tugging his book out of his line of vision. “So speaking of this weekend!” she suddenly shouted.

“What? I don’t remember saying anything about—” Kakashi began, but Tenshi interrupted him and continued.

“What do you say you and I go out this weekend? Huh? Dinner and a movie? What do you say?” she offered. It was a bold move but it was the only thing she could think to use at a time like this.

Kakashi slipped out of her grasp and repositioned his book in his hand. “Sorry, but I’ve got other plans.”

“Ugh, like what?” Tenshi asked. “What could you possibly be doing?” She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him.

“I’m spending the evening with Rei” he answered casually.

Tenshi rolled her eyes and huffed. Just as she thought. “So what? Are you two like an item now or something?”

“Hmm? What? Oh, Rei and I? Yeah, I suppose so” Kakashi answered. He was so cavalier about it, aggravatingly so. He had a hard time fighting back his amusement as he saw her face grow redder and redder. “Why? Is that a problem?”

Gritting her teeth, she looked up at him and muttered, “You’re unbelievable.” Then, without another word, she stomped off back to their apartment complex.

As Rei traversed the village, here and there she would hear her name mingled into other’s conversations. It was truly jarring to hear people she barely knew talking about her, but apparently her mother’s wailing had caught on. Many of Kaminoki’s usuals knew of Rei’s romantic endeavors now, to the point where some of them had even formulated rather nasty opinions of her. She couldn’t possibly understand why they all seemed so set on trying to decide her future for her or judging the actions of a person they barely knew. They had no idea of her and Kakashi’s history, of just how long and hard she had fought to win this. All they saw was a defiant daughter dead-set on dating someone powerful and likewise untrustworthy. As a ninja, Kakashi was widely known and even celebrated, but as a person, he often came off cold and determined. The kind who would kill anyone that got in his way. Or at least that’s what they thought. Only those who knew him personally, those he attended the academy with like Asuma or worked with like Tenzo, knew the real him, and even then he was a being shrouded in a sense of ominous mystery.

Perhaps none of this was a good idea at the end of the day. It broke her heart to think that this wouldn’t work out, after all this time, but the last thing she needed was both of their reputations ruined because of stupid rumors and badmouthing from among their peers. Kakashi had already been through so much, she couldn’t stand for him to suffer further. If breaking up with him was the only way to save his social standing, then she would whether she wanted to or not. Truthfully, this had nothing to do with her anyway. She would put Kakashi’s wellbeing over her happiness no matter what.

That afternoon, she knocked on his door feeling defeated and depressed. He greeted her with a smile and ushered her inside. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “You know, I had the strangest afternoon” he then said after setting his book back in the proper place upon his bookshelf.

“Oh yeah? Uh, what happened?” Rei asked.

“Tenshi approached me while I was out today and started asking some really weird questions” he explained. “I didn’t realize she knew about our relationship, nor did I realize that apparently everyone does.”

Rei sighed and fell back onto his bed. “I know. It’s been weighing heavy on my mind, too” she sighed.

“I should’ve known Guy couldn’t keep a secret” Kakashi muttered with a soft laugh. “I have no doubt he’s the one whose been telling everyone about us.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure” Rei replied, propping herself up on her elbows. “I think my mother is to blame, as well. While I was out today, I overheard a lot of her friends discussing our relationship, too.”

“It seems the cat really is out of the bag then” Kakashi sighed, sitting down next to her.

“Unfortunately” she said. Kakashi could tell something was bothering her, perhaps more than he had expected. She couldn’t bring herself to really look at him, and there was a sense of unease in her eyes.

“I know none of this was expected, but is it really for the worst?” Kakashi asked.

“What do you mean?” Rei responded.

“Well, everyone was going to have to find out eventually anyway” he explained.

“Very true, but still” Rei sighed. “It’s caused nothing but drama, you and I. I’m scared. What if this isn’t a good idea anymore? What if this is a sign that we’ve made a mistake?”

“Do you feel like this is a mistake?” he asked.

Her heart sank. She shook her head. “No. I’m happy being with you. I’m just not happy about the baggage that’s come with it since everyone found out.”

Kakashi laid back on the bed beside her and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Well, if you’re happy, and I’m happy, then whatever anyone else has to say shouldn’t matter” he smiled. Deep down, she knewhe was right. She hated to think about the chaos erupting outside but right now, in his apartment, with just the two of them, things were good. It was just him and her, together and happy. Rei sighed and nodded slowly, rolling over to curl up against his side. Just him and her, right here and now, were all that mattered. Nothing else.

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hayjeon · 7 years ago

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Drabble game prompt #75: “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” gif cr.

→ vampireceo!Namjoon aka slow grind subtle fluff and obvi mentions of sex →2.3k words drabble, requested by @yaeyunhee (hope you like it!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

A/N: I TOLD myself not to start any new things but I ended up liking the way this turned out a lot more than I thought I would. So…tentatively…to be continued! I think I’ll keep it a non-chaptered fic though, instead maybe non-chronological drabbles here and there. Who knows. enjoy!

You blink as you come to, eyes squinting as you adjust to the light filtering into the room and shining on your face. You shield it with your hands and groan as you prop yourself up on the bed you were in. Only when your eyes adjust do you notice that you’re in a completely unfamiliar room, white pristine sheets sliding across your body and the modern decoration of the room definitely not belonging to your room.

“What the,” you mutter, casting aside the sheets and trying to get out. The last thing you remember was going to the store to pick up some pads, and then suddenly running, away from those men, and then suddenly everything was black.

But once you finally are up on your feet, you sway, the blood rushing too fast and your vision goes white and your head feels too light and you’re falling forward without warning.

Right when you feel like you’re about to hit the floor, strong arms wrap around your waist, another large hand gripping your forearm to hold you upright. You gasp as you meet the eyes of Kim Namjoon, your boss.

You wrench away from him, scrambling back onto the bed to put as much distance in between the both of you. He just watches you with an unknowing expression, just calmly waiting as you yelp and tumble down from the bed, foot getting caught in the sheets that you haphazardly threw down in your haste to get up.

“S-sir! W-why am I h-here?” You stutter, arms coming up to cover your chest.

He raises his eyebrow at the action. “Do you really not remember?”

“I-I remember running from them, but not–” you pause and he watches your expression change into one of fear, and he can practically read your thoughts.

He snorts and walks over to his desk where he calmly sits at the chair, hands clasped in front of him. He stares you down through his lenses. “I found you, and you were getting mugged. I saved your life. I think I deserve more of a ‘thank you,’ than be labeled as a pervert.”

You gawk, trying to rack your brain of the thought. You couldn’t rememeber the part where he appeared. Did he really save you?

You glance around the room and see that your jacket is neatly laid out on the couch, your stuff still intact and your wallet and phone placed on the nightstand alongside a bottle of water. Namjoon had really saved your life.

You trail your eyes back to him, watching him warily. When you don’t respond, he says lowly. “You probably can’t remember because you fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

You frown at him. “Are you implying that I got myself targeted to be mugged by two men all because I wanted your attention sir? I hope that I never acted unprofessional enough in front of you to make you believe that it’s a possibility in my doing.” You stare at him as the tips of his mouth curl the slightest bit upwards, breaking the usual cold and detached facade that he always wore. The action practically makes your heart rate go into overdrive. He was quite cocky, your boss, after years of being labeled as one of the most coveted and popular young bachelors and entrepreneurs of South Korea. But he was also the man who held your heart.

“No. It’s because I can practically hear your heart racing from here.”

You pout as you cover your chest, the blush that colors your cheeks distracting you enough to bubble up protests in your throat and prevent you from realizing the hidden meaning behind his words.

Because he can hear your heartbeat. He can hear the blood that rushes to your face and to the apex of your thighs, and the steady heartbeat begin to pick up pace, thundering loudly in the room to him. He can see each eyelash that flutters as your hands come up to hide your cheeks from him and he can smell how soft and sweet your hair smells from his distance from you, everytime you move your head.

But he chooses not to dwell on it further. It was a good thing you were oblivious, a sweet, stupid, ignorant little thing. You never noticed the way Namjoon ever hardly ate, or the way he held his breath when you walked by with your irresistible natural perfume that made his loins tighten and his fangs elongate. You never noticed the way his office was always on the dimmer side, assumed that it was for his concentration. You never minded that he requested that you don’t disrupt his “meetings” with other women unless strictly necessary, never noticing that they were his meals. You considered his aloof and quiet, dark personality to be a way to keep up his professional side of things, and assumed it meant that he could care less of your own well being.

But he desires you so much.

He’d never pegged himself to fall for one of his secretaries. Instead, he was the one who’d fired woman after woman who’d gotten too invested and curious and had poked too much into his business for personal desire. But for you, it was different. Your eyes hold curiosity, not because of lust of either the sexual or power-driven kind, but solely because of your interest in him.

You don’t do anything particular to attract him, and neither do you make obvious your affections. You don’t dress provocatively, don’t use a sickly tone when speaking to him, and never pry into his business. You don’t casually show up at the restaurant he frequents and flaunt your wealth in an attempt to appeal to him, and you stay to yourself, calmly doing your work and carrying out your responsibilities without ever breaking a sweat or batting an eyelash.

But he knows. He knows of your interest in the littlest things he could never reveal without revealing himself first. The way your heart flutters everytime he walks in precisely at 8am into the office. The way he can hear you always clear your throat and smooth down your blouse outside his thick door before knocking quietly. Or in the way your eyes linger on him a little too longer than deemed necessary during meetings, when the room is dark and you think he can’t see you. Perhaps also when you are too engrossed in your work you unbutton the next button in your blouse, and he can catch a glimpse of the elegant slope of your neck into your collarbones from across the room.

It’s also moments like these, when he finally gets to see who you are outside of the workplace and catches actual human glimpses of how obvious your affections are for him. Your hair mussed up and your face bare of makeup, clothed in a simple t-shirt and sweats, what you most likely wore to bed before you’d decided to come out to the nearest convenience store to pick up something.

What an idiot, he muses, as he silently watches you slowly stand up and excuse yourself to the restroom, and he can hear your cursing yourself as you pad over and berate yourself for being so stupid. When you emerge, he’d prepared some breakfast for you, and he watches your eyes light up in surprise and conviction, and he smiles to himself because although you were subtle for a human, you were still quite human in the way you reacted to him.

You thanked him quietly when he offered you a ride to your house so you could get ready and he said he’d give you some time off if needed, since you were late to your shift anyway. You deny it as you get into his car, and he silently starts the engine, glancing sideways to make sure your seatbelt is on. He’d protect you if it’s the last thing he does though, so it doesn’t really matter whether the flimsy fiber belt is pulled across your lap and chest, but he reminds himself to think of human things.

He can’t bring himself to make small talk, because talking would require him to breathe, and if he breathes, it would require him to deal with the scent of you filling the tiny space of the car that no one had sat in besides himself, and would require him to restrain himself and hold himself to human decency for the next ten minutes.

So he just drives silently and you just stare out the window, watching the buildings whizz past as he takes you from the lavish building he resides in, into the less sparkly, suburb apartments of your own. You clench your jaw, watching as his car speeds by graffiti and buildings that look like they were built a century ago, embarrassed that your boss and your crush had to witness this, today of all days.

But he doesn’t say anything and neither do you.

When he finally pulls up to your driveway, he stops you when you make the move to get out as quickly as possible. Instead, he gets out first, long legs striding over to your side and propping open the door and getting your belongings from the back seat and handing them to you. Stunned, you don’t respond and take the bags dumbly and thank him without even meeting his eyes. But before you can scurry away, his low voice cuts in through the crisp morning air.

“I’m,” he pauses, turning the words over in his mouth, “relieved to know that you are alright, Y/N.”

You turn stupidly, staring at him in your bare face and bed head, at your boss who is impeccably dressed in an Armani suit and his signature black frames, tall and manly next to his even more impressing car. But in contrast to his intimidating exterior, you can see the hesitation in his eyes, as he looks everywhere but you, seeming to regret the fact that he’d spoken and broken the silence in the first place.

You find your voice, nodding. “T-thank you, Mr. Kim. I-I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t saved me.”

He shuts the passenger door quietly, the hand coming to rest in his pants pocket. “Namjoon, please. Call me Namjoon.”

You don’t know what to say so you dumbly whisper, “O-oh.”

He watches you as you clamber into your apartment, giving him one last glance before you disappear into the rickety building. He gets in his car and drives off in the direction of the office headquarters, finally being able to breath in his car. But even then, the scent of your shampoo and the hidden tones of your skin linger in the leather seats and pierce through his nose straight to his groin. He can feel his mouth water and his fangs come out as he things of how soft you looked when he’d stupidly, dumbly suggested you call him by his first name. What lunatic burst of idiocy those words came from he does not know. And he chooses to ignore it.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t fed properly in weeks. Or had sex either. Yes, he determines, it’s because he was sex-and-blood-starved. He was a vampire, one who could control himself in front of a measly human girl.

It wasn’t anything else.

He realizes how wrong he is when you appear into the office exactly thirty minutes later, hair still the slightest bit damp from your shower and smelling like sin in fresh clothing and the pristine image of a perfect secretary.

You click over in your heels, do the same routine of clearing your throat and smoothing down your blouse before knocking quietly on his door and opening when he responds in a low, “enter.”

Immediately the room is filled with your scent, and he notices today you skipped your perfume, most likely in your haste to get to work as soon as you could. As you walk over, he doesn’t have to look up as his nose curls the slightest bit at a more bitter, darker tone in the smells that fill his room.

You place the coffee cup perfectly in the corner of his desk. Black.

He pauses and looks up to see you standing there with a demure smile on your face, hands clasped in front of you. When he meets your gaze, you blush and gesture to the cup.

“Thank you, Namjoon.”

When he doesn’t respond, you excuse yourself, slowly and quietly exiting the room in your tiny little heels and your grey skirt, closing the door so gingerly the lock barely registers a click. His eyes trail to the perfect little cup.

He can see from his seat that you had tasted the cup yourself, most likely with a soft sip at the edge of the cup. It’s practically invisible, the soft glow of your lip balm on the porcelain of the cup. But he can see it.

He curses when his dick fills out and his pupils dilate.

Fuck you Kim Namjoon, he thinks, groaning to himself, a vampire who gets horny at the sight of a chapstick stain on a cup of damn coffee. How fucking perfect.

He makes sure to drink every single last drop of that coffee though.

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godzillagirl-14 · 8 years ago

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Bear: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read.

@writing-obrien

Warning: NSFW 18+

Word count: 4,814

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Stuart’s POV

How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course. Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor.

She was pretty much guaranteed the job when they advertised at her college and she was the first one to sign her name in her messy handwriting. We took a look at her background and she has the cleanest track record I’ve ever seen. Never smokes, doesn’t drink, and I wouldn’t be even remotely surprised if she were still a virgin.

Anyways, when she first stepped through the doors of google, I was completely awestruck, much like every other guy within a 20 foot radius of her. I’ll never forget the way those jeans hugged her curves and how her Marvel t-shirt clung to her hips and dipped into a teasingly low v-line. We all just stood there staring at her while she awkwardly looked around.

“Um.. Hi?” She said, offering a small wave. Neha came up to her, chuckling. “Stare harder guys and you actually might get her clothes off.” She said before grabbing her hand and dragging her off. Later on that day, my boss came up to my desk with her hot on his tail. “Hello, Stuart. To cut this short, you’re her supervisor and I need you to show her the basics.” He said quickly before leaving me with her.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out and smiled at me. She was very timid. I stared at her hand, completely forgetting how to interact with a human and looked back up at her, my face blank. She awkwardly retracted her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. I huffed out a sigh before standing up and walking past her motioning for her to follow me.

I lead her down the halls, showing her the various conference rooms, watching as she takes all of it in from the corner of my eye. “Oh, hey, Stuart!” a guy who I’ve honestly forgotten the name of said, coming up to us with an overly sweet smile. “What’s up?” I asked, giving him an awkward bro hug. “Nothin’ much. Ya know, just hanging around getting my stuff done,” he looked over my shoulder, pretending to just now notice Y/N and shoved me aside.

“And who might this be?” he asked, sending her a flirty smile. She introduced herself and he continued to flirt with her. Or at least tried. The poor thing honestly just looked confused and when he actually asked for her number, a little too aggressively, she looked frightened.

“Actually, we should be going. I have to keep showing her around.” I interrupted, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway. “That was…. very strange.” She chuckled and my lips quirked up a little. Only a little. I lead her back to our office and showed her to her desk. “Alright, and that concludes the tour, that seemed to drag on for nine years,” I meant to say that last part quietly but I think she heard it because she frowned a little. “Anyways, if you’re confused or need help then come up and ask me or more preferably anyone else.” With those last (rude) words, I turned and headed back to my desk.

“Wow, now your chances with her have surpassed negative eight.” Billy said, clapping a hand onto my shoulder. “Who said I wanted to get with her. For all we know, she could be the biggest bitch in the universe. I’m not setting myself up that low.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“BULLSHIT!!” He exclaimed, causing a few heads to turn in our direction. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “She has got to be the purest soul that has ever stepped foot into this building and she can’t keep her eyes off of you.” He gestured his head towards her direction and I looked to see her talking to Neha, but her eyes were focused on me and they were flooded with curiosity. She smiled at me and then turned back to Neha. “Maybe she’s an observer.” I shrugged my shoulders. I heard him scoff while muttering a ‘whatever’.

“Alright fine. But you have to admit, she’s pretty hot and and the only reason why any man wouldn’t want to get with that is because they are gay. Are you gay Stuart?” He asked, trying to strike a nerve. I glared at him, causing him to chuckle. “No. I am not gay. Dude, you’re old enough to be her great uncle,” I suppressed a smug grin as he scowled at me. “You shouldn’t be thinking like that or I may peg you as a pedophile.”

“She’s over 18, you shit face.” he spat before walking back to his desk, his scowl turning deeper at the sound of my laughter. “I feel the love, buddy.” I said sarcastically before turning back to my work. And by work, I mean my phone.

And that was our first impressions of each other. Ever since that day, I’ve had a serious case of Apodyopsis every time I looked her way. Every time she would come up to me, her cleavage would tease me, and her legs were begging to be wrapped around my head or my waist, so I could pound her into a parallel universe or make her scream so loud that a siren would be jealous, but I couldn’t.

So, I would just sit there with a semi-hard on and give her the assistance she needed while throwing in an unneeded snarky comment. Every time I would make a comment about her, she would deflate and trudge back to her desk, where she worked quietly for the rest of the day. I honestly felt terrible for how I was acting, but it was either that or completely lose my shit and do things to her that would make the devil blush and I opted for the first option.

It was one of those rare occasions where she actually smiled. Everyone knew that she was extremely kind, but every time I looked her way, she was either sporting the best resting bitch face in history or this adorable little upwards curl on the corner of her lips, that made her look innocent.

That’s another reason why I avoided her. Her innocence just makes me want her more, and if she’s as innocent as I think she is, then even the slightest look into my thoughts about her could have her holding out a restraining order on me. I don’t stand a chance with her.

Anyways, it was one of those occasions when she actually had a genuine smile on her face. That smile that could light up the whole room. That smile that could outshine the stars. That smile that could make the sun jealous. The only problem was that I wasn’t the one who was making her smile. She had just gotten a little stuffed bear, to add to her collection on her desk. Yep, She had a collection.

She had a collection of stuffed bears that aligned her desk, near her laptop, on top of her phone, some under her desk if they were too big. Some of them were welcoming gifts from the staff, others were from her family. I debated on getting her one, but decided not to. She got yet another stuffed bear from Neha. This one in particular was a bear dressed as Princess Leia in her slave bikini. “Wow, the Princess Leia slave bikini. Chain and everything. Not enough to strangle anyone, but just enough to make things interesting.” Y/N said to Neha with a wink. They both grinned at each other before walking off.

“You gotta stop eye raping her, man. That shit’s creepy.” Nick said, coming up from behind me. “I have an idea, why don’t you just ask her out. You might actually get somewhere with her.” I rolled my eyes and stood up to use the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom, Graham just so happened to walk in, cocky as ever. “I heard you’re having a little bit of trouble in romance, my dear Stuart.” He implied, in his bullshit accent. “Dude, I am standing in front of a urinal with my pants halfway down and my junk out. Add that to the fact that you’re a douche bag and I hate you with every single fiber in my being, you are the last person I want relationship advice from.”

He just shrugged and proceeded to walk to the door. “Those are some very nice shorts Y/N has on today. Makes you just wanna walk up to her and just….. grab at her ass. You know, you don’t have a chance with her, like at all.” I tried to show that it didn’t affect me. “But you know, she was lucky enough to catch my attention, so I just might get up in that.”

By this time, I had finished and was washing my hands. “You know, walking to the bathroom only to watch me pee and not use the bathroom yourself really says a lot about your character, Graham.” I said, shoving past him and walking back to my coworkers.

It seems like no one will give me a break about this girl.

~~~

“Why are you always such an asshole to me?” Y/N yelled, trying to mask her hurt expression with anger. I glared at her seemingly getting more irritated as the night moved along. “Maybe because you’re acting like a fucking slut, shoving your tongue down some random girl’s throat!”

Yes, you heard that right.

Billy and Nick thought that it would be a good idea to go out and have some “fun” to make Y/N seem more welcome to the group considering that she’s still somewhat new. So here we are at the same exact strip club where we all got drunk off of our asses.

Yo-yo was already getting his third lap dance, Lyle was sitting with Billy and Nick who were kind of playing chaperone, I lost Neha and Y/N, and I was sitting at the bar alone drowning in vodka shots and my thoughts. I was thinking about going to find Y/N and apologizing to her for being a first class douche bag. Obviously, I’m a more rational thinker when I’m tipsy. Setting my drink down, I set off to actually find her. And when I did find her, I was quite amused.

Y/N stood on the dance floor in between two strippers grinding her ass off. I crossed my arms, leaning against the wooden post and stared at the way her body moved between them. She looked over and caught me staring, a smirk grazing her lips as she winked at me. She gestured me over with her finger and I stood there, challenging her with my own smirk. She pouted a little before tuning to the stripper in front of her, running her hands her body and onto her exposed breasts. The stripper behind her grabbed her waist, pulling her close to her to whisper something in her ear.

They both turned to look at me again but I was too preoccupied with the way her hips moved and how she bit her lip when I met her eyes again. She pulled away from them and walked up to me, a childish grin making it’s way across her lips.

“Stewie, come dance! Cocoa and Rainbow are so much fuuunn.” she giggled as she threw her arms around me and made me support her weight. I looked over at the two strippers - Cocoa and Rainbow apparently - and saw that they were beckoning us over while still dancing. Looking down at Y/N, she had a childish pout on her lips and her dilated pupils looked up at me. “You’re drunk.” I stated, chuckling as she rested her head on my chest. “And you’re sexy.” She slurred, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline.

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” she whispered and I laughed a little as her arms snaked around my waist. This felt nice. Even though she was drunk off of her ass and won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but I was gonna make the most of it. She suddenly pulled away from me and grabbed my hand dragging me back to the dance floor. “Get some, Stuart!” Nick yelled and I turned to see him and Billy giving me smug looks. I rolled my eyes and let myself get dragged by Y/N.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the little hairs and I slowly wrapped my arms around her hips bringing her closer to me. She turned around so her back was against my chest and she ground her hips into mine. I bit my lip as I leaned down and pressed light kisses to her neck, feeling her shiver. She turned around in my arms, her eyes slightly darker.

She slowly turned around, going back to the stripper, who I assume was Cocoa. She smiled at her, pulling her in by her hips before crashing her lips onto hers. Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that. I turned my attention from the current make-out session and saw the group just as shocked as me. “When I told her to just let go and go crazy, I didn’t think she was going to go that far!” Neha yelled over the music.

My reality started crashing down as I watched Cocoa slip her tongue into Y/N’s mouth and as Y/N’s hand moved up to squeeze her breasts. I watched as a group of men started cheering them on and I felt my blood boil as when Y/N pulled away some grandpa grabbed her hips and started to grind with her as she smiled wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. She looked like she was having fun, like she felt free. But, I was too pissed with the way that guy, Cocoa and Rainbow were dancing with her to care.

So, when she turned to me and gave me a bright happy smile, I scoffed, rolled my eyes and stormed out.

Which takes us to reality and why we’re arguing. “How am I the slut? I was having fun! Maybe if you weren’t too busy acting like someone shoved a stick up your ass, you would know what that is!” She huffed as she crossed her arms. I wasn’t being fair and I knew it, but the alcohol coursing through my system made me not give a shit.

“Oh yeah, you know letting some pervert dance with you while you make out with a stripper is totally fun, right?”

“Stuart, what are you talking about? You let a stripper deep throat your finger the last time we were there. Let the girl have some fun.” Nick interjected. Y/N grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the group.

“What are you getting so mad about? I thought you and I were having fun and that maybe you-”

“Maybe I what? That maybe I actually liked you?” I let out a humorless laugh. I saw her cheeks and ears beginning to turn pink. “Listen, Y/N, on that dance floor meant nothing. And if you’re as dense as to think that I would like you over a drunken dance, then you need to wake up and join the real world, or else you’re gonna get hurt.” I was lying straight through my teeth. That dance and that moment when I held her in my arms meant a whole lot more than it probably should have.

She looked at me, shocked, before her eyes filled with tears and her ears turned a darker shade of red. She glared at me, lifting her hand and slapping me across the face before turning and running off, running past the group and towards the highway. Everyone gave me disapproving looks before running and trying to catch up with her.

I fucked up.

~~~

Ever since that night, Y/N has tried her damned near hardest to avoid me. Whether it be during a lecture, at the cafe, in our office, she would move from one side of the room to the other, like I had the plague.

Whenever she would need help with something, she would literally ask everyone but me. I needed to find a way to talk to her. Which is why I devised a plan to get her to converse with me even if she didn’t want to.

As we were all walking down the hall for another lecture, I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty conference room. She yelped at the sudden action and glared at me when I closed the door and leaned against it. “What do you want?” She snapped, her stance cautious and alert as she stared me down. “I wanna ask you…. if you want to come over to my place and……. watch a movie?” What the hell was I doing?

Her glare became stonier. “You really think that asking me to a movie night is going to make the way you acted and what you said to me is going to make things better between us?” She asked, crossing her arms, moving towards the door, trying to push me out of the way. I held my ground and I could tell she was getting frustrated as she huffed and pouted. I tried not to show that I was amused and remained “serious”.

“Look, Y/N, I had a lot of alcohol in my system and I wasn’t in my right mind. I had no right to treat you like that and say that stuff to you, so I’m sorry..” Apologizing felt a little foreign, but I went with it. She stared at me a little before her features softened. “Let me make it up to you. I’m throwing a movie night,” I declared, gently grabbing her arms. “Everyone is invited and if you accept, I will be able to show you, that I’m not as much of an asshole as I put myself out to be.” she chuckled a little, rolling her eyes. “So, can I count on you being there? And if you’re not into it, you can walk out of this room, pretend this never happened and I’ll leave you alone.” I crossed my fingers and every possible appendage that she would say yes.

She stayed silent for a while and I thought that I would have to break out the puppy dog eyes before she sighed and rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “There better be snacks.” She stated, smiling at me before walking past me and out the door. I let out a huge breath of relief, leaning against the door for support as a huge smile made it’s journey across my face.

~~~

When I announced a sudden movie night at my house, the group were surprised to say the least. My excuse for the questions was me being honest. “I want to make up for me being an asshole.” So, here I was on this rainy Saturday afternoon, planning for my last minute gathering.

I had all the snacks set up. Chips, popcorn, candy and a stack of movies aligned itself on my table. I smiled at my work before my phone vibrated in my pocket and I looked to see that I got a text from the group. My smile dropped immediately. Everyone in the group had canceled, whether it be from other last minute plans or emergencies. The only one who didn’t text me was Y/N, but I doubt that she was still coming. I guess I blew my shot to redeem myself.

As I was about to start cleaning up my snacks and putting away the movies, a knock sounded on my door. I set the movies down and walked towards my door, opening it to see a drenched Y/N. “Hey,” she stated, seemingly out of breath. “I over slept and almost missed the bus. Am I too late?” she asked, noticing my empty living room.

“No, you’re right on time. Everyone else just couldn’t make it.” I shrugged my shoulders and she nodded, stepping inside the house. I noticed her shivering and dashed off to my room, trying to find a clean shirt for her. I managed to find one and a pair of boxers before I went back into the living room. She tried to protest, but I insisted and directed her to the bathroom. While I was trying to pour us some drinks, I didn’t hear her step in the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” she asked timidly, startling me and causing me to jump. I turned to her and swallowed a little.

Why is seeing a woman in your clothing such a turn on? “U-uh, no, no I-I’m fine. Just go ahead and get settled in the - um - the living room. A-And I’ll meet you there.” I wanted to punch myself for fumbling with my words. She smiled at me before disappearing into the living room. We ended up watching a comedy and as the movie progressed, we ended up shifting closer together. Every time she would laugh, I would stare at her. I loved the way she laughed, it wasn’t like those annoying little school girl giggles. It was real. She looked over at me after she felt me staring. I felt myself leaning closer, watching as she began to lean in too. Just as our lips brushed, she pulled away with a small smile. “I’m gonna go get some more soda.” she said with a wink and a giggle.

A smirk etched across my face as she stood up and walked away, a little sway to her hips. “Who knew you were such a little tease?” I said sitting up. She turned around and challenged me with a smirk of her own. “Am I?” She asked, slowly running her hands up her body and into her hair. I found myself nodding my head as I stared at her and watched her hands roam her body.

I watched in awe as she groped her breasts through the shirt and her hips moved in a slow rhythm.

Fuck it.

I stood up and stalked towards her, grabbing her and shoving her against the wall. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked, my breath fanning over her ear. A smirk graced my lips as I saw the goose bumps spread across her (y/s/c) skin. “Do you know the amount of restraint it took me to not bend you over my desk and fuck you until you’re crying tears of full pleasure every single time you so much as glance my way?” My hand slowly trailed down her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, and to finally coil around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My thigh slotted between her legs as she held onto my biceps to keep herself up.

“I-” her voice caught in her throat as I pushed her (h/c) hair behind her ear. I dipped down and softly pressed kisses across her throat, all the way down to her collarbone. “Use your words, Bear.” I saw as a blush crept onto her ears, at the nickname I gave her. I actually quite like that nickname, since it fits her so well. “I-I always thought you hated me because - you know- I tend to be annoying and clueless, so I can see why you wouldn’t like me, but I like you…” her voice got quieter as she trailed off. I chuckled as I trailed my kisses back up, stopping right below her ear. “I never hated you, Bear. And you’re not clueless.” I whispered, rewarded with a shiver. “But I-” the fact that she actually thought of herself that way and tried to protest it made me a certain type of angry. I cut her off by nipping harshly at that spot below her ear, causing her to yelp.

I lifted my head and crashed my lips onto hers, squeezing her hips, making her gasp out giving me enough room to push my tongue in between her lips. I would like to say that the kiss was nice and innocent, but it really wasn’t. My tongue dominated her mouth as she desperately tried to keep up with my pace, me occasionally biting her bottom lip. I explored every crevice of her mouth, bringing my hands down to her ass, making her grind against my thigh. She pulled away from me, chest heaving as she tilted her head back. I nipped at her throat, a whimper leaving her lips. I came to my senses, snapping out of my lustful state momentarily. “You have to tell me to stop,” I murmured into her neck. “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop, right now.”

“Please don’t. I want- I need- I-” she sounded absolutely wrecked and I smirked as I forced her to grind harder. “What do you need?”

“I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only coherent thing I can say. I need you to fuck me until I’m cumming all over your cock and I’m covered in so much of your cum that I’ll belong to you and only you. Please, Stuart.” She whined, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Look at my naughty little Bear, so needy for my cock to fill her up. You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” I teased, watching as she nodded frantically, her (e/c) eyes staring back at me, darkening with lust by the second. I stopped her grinding on me, adoring the small cry she made at the loss of friction and began to undo the ties of my sweatpants. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees, eye level with my crotch. She bit her lip as she shyly began to palm at my erection, causing me to groan at the contact, before she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down, along with my boxers.

Her eyes widened a little at the sight of my cock and she lifted a hand to wrap around me, causing me to buck into her hand. She leaned forward and sensually kitten licked the tip, all the while keeping eye contact with me. Oh, I was going to ruin her.

She finally placed her whole mouth on me, gently sucking the tip while she pumped me in her hand. She looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes of hers and something in me snapped. I grabbed a fist full of hair and started thrusting as fast as I could, relishing in the feel of hitting the back of her throat each time. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations going straight through me as I continued to fuck her mouth. I pulled back to let her breathe as she started pumping my cock with two hands, looking up at me, before spitting on the head and spreading it along my length. I groaned out as I pulled her up and slammed my lips back onto hers, trailing my hands down to her thighs, signaling her to jump.

Stepping out of my sweatpants, I turned and headed towards my room. I laid her on the bed, pulling my shirt off, like it burned my skin, making quick work to remove her clothes as well. I admired her naked body laying down, only for me. I felt a strong surge of possessiveness course through my body, as I pounced on her, my hands roaming all over her warm skin. “Mine.” I grunted as I grind my hips into hers, my dick sliding teasingly through her folds. “Please, Stuart. I’m yours, only yours, please.” She breathed out, lifting her hips to meet mine. I decided to put us both out of our misery and lined myself up with her entrance.

Slowly pushing in, I watched with a dazed expression as her eyes fluttered shut, and she arched up into me, her breast catching my attention. I quickly leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth flicking my tongue over the hardened nub as she cried out and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, hitting a new angle. I groaned, pulling out almost all the way before snapping my hips back in. She reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards.

I brought my lips down to hers, our tongues battling for dominance as I starting snapping my hips into hers at a rapid pace. She moaned against my lips as I went faster, my pace almost punishing. “Fuck, Stuart. Feels s-so good!” She moaned as she began to buck her hips, matching my pace. I groaned at the feeling, hiking one of her legs onto my shoulder, pounding deeper into her pussy.

I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, ducking my head down to take her left nipple into my mouth again. I flicked my tongue over her hardened bud and felt her walls clench around me furiously as she threw her head back, bucking her hips up to ride out her orgasm, small whimpers leaving her lips. She relaxed after a couple seconds, breathing heavily as I pulled out.

I was far from finished with her.

I gently flipped her over onto her stomach and she quickly got the message and adjusted herself, rubbing her dripping pussy against my cock. I tease her folds with my tip, my other hand smoothing over the soft flesh of her ass before I lifted it and sent a swift smack to the skin. Y/N lurched forward and yelped gripping harshly onto the sheet. I saw the arousal drip from her pussy down her thigh. I grope the flesh of her ass, smoothing down the skin as I lifted my hand and slapped it again.

She lurched forward again, letting out a little whine, pushing her ass further into my hand. “You like that, baby?” I asked, teasingly as I watched her grind herself against my cock. She nodded her head rapidly and I landed another smack to her skin. “Yes! I love it! I love so much!” She whined, as I teased her folds with my tip again. I pushed in slowly, setting my punishing pace as she bit into the pillow, trying to keep herself quiet.

I quickly pulled her up against my chest, groaning as she pushed herself against me to match my thrusts. “Come on, baby girl, don’t hide those pretty little noises you make. It’s just me and you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” I grunted in her ear, rewarded with a small moan. I wanted to hear more. I snaked one of my hands up and wrapped my fingers around her neck, squeezing hard, but not enough to cut off her air supply. Y/N let out a long filthy moan, my other hand snaking down to her clit. She let out a string of moans as she desperately gripped onto my forearms. “You gonna cum, baby? Huh? You gonna coat my cock in your juices?”

"Yes!“

"Yes, what?” I asked, thrusting faster.

"Yes sir!“ She screamed as clenched around me again, riding out her second orgasm.

She slumped down as I pulled out of her. I sat down on the bed and pulled her into my lap, bringing her lips to mine. I caressed her face as she slipped her tongue in my mouth, groaning as my hands traveled down her body to her clit. Her legs twitched as I began to rub slow circles on her sensitive nub and she whimpered into my mouth, grabbing onto my shoulders for support. “You’re so sensitive, Bear. And your pussy is dripping.” I teased in as I began to kiss her neck, sucking on the skin and claiming her as mine.

“You didn’t cum.” She stated, reaching down to stroke my throbbing dick. I groaned at the contact and pulled her hand away, placing a quick kiss to her lips before turning her in my lap, her back against my chest. I began to tease her clit with my tip, my smirk getting bigger every time I saw her thigh twitch.

I slowly eased into her and the warmth of her walls surrounding me was almost enough to make me cum on the spot, but I restrained myself. I started slow, loving the feeling of her grinding back against me as she laid her head on my shoulder. Both of my hands found their way to her breast, pinching at her nipples as my pace got faster. She whimpered as she tried to close her legs around me but I held her thighs open as I sped up, listening to my skin slapping against hers and her strangled cries of pleasure.

I groaned as I angled my hips a little and felt her clench hard around me. I pulled one of my hands away from her breast and trailed it down her stomach, her skin hot and sweaty. I rubbed hard circles on her clit, feeling her walls clench around me in a somewhat frenzy, her release so close.

“Shit! Stuart, I’m- Fuck!” She screamed, as I rubbed faster and my hips snapped into hers rapidly. I leaned up and bit her earlobe. “C’mon baby. Let it all out. Squirt all over my cock.” I grunted as her walls convulsed and she came, chanting my name like a prayer as her juices sprayed onto the bed sheets. I groaned loudly, helping her ride out her orgasm, before pulling out of her. I made her kneel in front of me, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and pumping my cock vigorously with the other.

I watched as she stared up at me with glazed over (e/c) eyes and her tongue darted out to give a quick lick to my tip. My moans bounced off the walls, as I finally released, my cum shooting onto her flushed cheeks and into her open mouth, some of it getting on her chin and dripping down onto her chest.

I slumped onto the bed, watching as she swallowed what landed in her mouth before looking over at me and teasingly swiping her thumb over her nipple, gathering more before bringing it up to her mouth. She then smiled that cute little innocent smile at me and I huffed, pushing myself up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. “You are literally going to be the death of me.” I mumbled as I carefully wiped her clean.

She pouted as I wiped her cheek, leaning up to kiss my nose. “How is it that you could be covered in cum and still look so innocent? I feel like I may have violated you or something.” I said, kissing her cheek after she was clean. She giggled as I pulled her to lay on top of me, wrapping the blankets around us. “I look innocent on the outside but I have the mind of a professional porn star.” She stated, causing me to laugh.

It was silent for a moment as we lay there, me stroking her hair and back gently. “You know, I never hated you, Bear. I just thought that you would never give me the time of day, and that kind of made me bitter.” She wrapped her arms tighter around me and placed a quick kiss to my lips. “It’s okay even though your thinking was completely irrational ” She smiled. I smiled back before thinking it over. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” I declared, earning a look of curiosity from her. “How?” She asked, sitting up so she was straddling me. I smirked as I grabbed her waist and pulled her body up until she was hovering over my face. “Stuart? W-what are you- Oh fuck!” She began to ask me, but cried out soon after when I licked a long stripe from her folds to her clit.

“For starters I think I’m gonna take my time appreciating this pretty little pussy of yours. Make you cum all over my face and then shove my tongue down your throat so you can taste yourself.” I stated attacking her cunt and attaching my lips to her clit sucking hard. She stuttered out curses as she rocked herself against my face shamelessly. I moved from her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole, groaning when she reached down and tugged on a fistful of my hair.

I began thrusting my tongue in her, looking up to see her gripping the headboard, her eyes closed and her mouth open in the perfect ‘O’ shape. I squeezed her ass and smacked it, right as I began to nibble on her clit and that was her undoing. The hand in my hair tightened as she held me still, rock against my face as her juices dripped into my mouth and onto my chin. I lapped up every thing she offered before gently pushing her off to lay her on her back.

I hovered over her as I saw the sweat glistening on her (s/c) skin. I dove in for a kiss, slipping my tongue in her mouth and she groaned as she tasted herself. I pulled away, looking at her with a smug grin. “So, I take it that you liked it?” Y/N gave me a look before shoving me onto my back, attacking my neck with kisses before she began moving down my chest and abs. She left hot open mouth kisses on my hips, before moving down to my already hard dick.

She grabbed me and licked a bold stripe from the base to the tip. I bit my lip as she smirked at me, giving a small kiss to the tip before sinking down on me, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. I groaned loudly as I let my head fall back on the pillow, my hips twitching when I heard her gag a little. I lifted myself up on my elbows and watched as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. I cursed under my breath and swiped a few hairs out of her face. She looked up at me before flicking her tongue over my slit and I moaned out as I realized that I wasn’t going to last much longer. She pulled out of me, pumping my cock while pressing a kiss to the tip.

I definitely wasn’t going to last.

She pulled me back into her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t fit into her hand. My undoing was when her other hand reached down and started massaging my balls. She swallowed everything after I finished and slowly crawled back up to me. I stared at her, trying to catch my breath feeling completely spent. A smug grin spread across her lips as she rested her chin in her hand.

“So, I take it that you liked it?”

~~~

I stood, leaning against Y/N’s desk as I waited for her to arrive. We spent the weekend together, until I dropped her off at her place this morning so she could get changed. She told me that she would meet me here which gave me enough time to stop by the store and get her a gift “Hey, sorry we couldn’t make it.” Billy and Nick came up to me and pat my shoulder. I shrugged, not really bothered by it anymore since my weekend ended up being fantastic. “What ya got there?” Billy asked, trying to see what was behind my back. “A surprise.” I responded and walked off, noticing Y/N walking in.

She smiled when she saw me and pulled me into a hug. “Nice job covering up the hickey’s” I chuckled as she punched me in the shoulder. She gave me a playful glare as she shoved me a little. She noticed what was in my hand and I lifted it up to hand it to her. She smiled the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and I smiled back as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

She pulled away and pressed her lips to mine, softly. We must have been a little too preoccupied because when we pulled away, the entire group was staring at us.

“So - uh - What’s going on here?” Neha asked as I interlaced my fingers with Y/N. I looked down at her and smiled.

“A gift to apologize for my irrational behavior.”

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lenucciagreco · 7 years ago

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the loved ones

an anon sent me a prompt a hot minute ago to the effect of “Richard is a total know-it-all, but especially about Jared.” this is... sort of about that but mostly tries to answer some other questions i had about their relationship, Jared’s life offscreen and outside of the Pied Piper bubble, and also how “normal people” would feasibly treat the both of them.

that said, this is VERY MUCH lighthearted wish fulfillment, so, pretty average stuff from me LOL.

words: 3,096

content: Richard is bi and bad at communicating, a lot of Jared headcanons that probably contradict the writing, some OCs i was forced to make up to properly tell this story that also definitely contradict the writing.

He has elderly friends. He actually has elderly friends. This is fine.

Richard tries not to visibly claw at the armrest of the tiny wing chair in the corner, a thousand afghans and granny-square blankets draped over its back. He wouldn’t usually picture a house like this as belonging to people named Muriel and Eloise, but as he always has to remind himself, this is Northern California, and the tiny, dour church ladies he’s used to are few and far between.

“So, what was it you said you did again, dear?” this unsettlingly kind woman with the oxygen tank asks him, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of herbal tea. “I know Donald said something about—”

“Richard and I met through work, Muriel,” Jared cuts in, his expression growing more tense. Maybe that’s just in his imagination. “Actually—well, I’ll embarrass him if I say this, but he inadvertently rescued me from the bad situation I was in before. At Hooli.”

Muriel pauses, and then her face suddenly lights up: “Of course, of course. He’s told us all about you.”

The other woman (her wife, who he’d first introduced to Muriel years ago, as Jared explained in the car) steps away from the cutting board she’s been zeroed in on for the last fifteen minutes, and leans against the kitchen island. She’s younger than Muriel—maybe in her late sixties—and hair is cropped and dyed black, almost auburn in parts, the sleeves of her denim shirt rolled to her elbows.

“This is that Richard?” she asks, regarding him with a stiff smile—as if to show him she isn’t hostile, but not much more. His stomach turns. “Donald, you two haven't—”

Muriel reaches for her walker and stands up, unwavering in her cheeriness. “Eloise, won’t you help me pick out something from the cellar? And we should really start getting the table ready. Can you two finish with the salad?"

“Of course,” Jared says. His face is calm again, but he can tell he’s close to yanking him from the seat by the arm, already preemptively apologizing for bringing him here. Richard stands up and smiles at him in a way he hopes is reassuring, and goes to the kitchen.

His last date before all of this, what feels like ages before he willingly got in a car headed to a ranch in Sonoma, was also his all-time worst. It was an actual get-your-number-and-go-to-dinner type date. It was with some girl named Hannah; a freelance web designer who used to work at Hooli, too, although they’d never met before. It had been going well on the whole, until his mind jumped to the worst possible thing mid-conversation, something stupid like right, gastronomy just means the study of food and culture—my friend Jared actually knows a lot about—

“You mean Jared Dunn? That guy always kind of gave me the creeps.”

“What?” Richard picked at his dessert, trying to look casual. “I mean—why’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, “something about his demeanor always just bothered me.”

“That’s funny,” he said, then caught himself. "Or—well, it’s not that funny, but I understand. He really is a great guy if you get to know him. It’s just that people don’t always, um…respond well to him?”

“He seemed nice”—she repeated this word as an afterthought, free of any actual meaning—“just not very good at picking up on social cues.”

“God, you just described everyone I know.” It was meant to be a joke, but he was the only one who laughed. He sloshed the wine in his glass, a tiny purple stain dotting his thumb.

“And the oversharing,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Some people are okay with it, but for me it was just—it’s too much.”

“It’s not for the attention, though,” he says, his tongue starting to feel heavy from the wine. “Not like everybody else. It’s like—he thinks he needs to give a disclaimer to everyone he meets, 'hey, I’m kinda fucked up and have a lot of trauma but I’m fine!’ Don’t get me wrong, some of the stuff he tells me, just offhand, is insane. But he’s a literal genius. Like Jesus Christ, he’s a walking encyclopedia on naval history, 19th century American poets, the DSM—”

“You know a lot about Jared,” Hannah said, quietly.

“Um.” Richard put his glass down. "Yeah, I guess I do.”

He saw the waiter come down with two more drinks and, mercifully, the check.

“I’m so sorry,” Jared starts, the second they’re alone. “I didn’t tell you everything when we were in the car.”

“It’s okay,” he says, “just—what did you tell her about me that made her hate me?”

“Eloise doesn’t hate you. She’s just a little protective of me. Really, she’s like this with everyone I bring over.”

“Jared.” He leans both elbows onto the counter and looks him in the eye. “What does that mean.”

“It means,” Jared says, absurdly calm, “that she's like this with everyone I bring over, Richard. We do this dinner every year, and she always has something to say about my guests. It has nothing to do with us.”

Richard notices the tips of his ears are red. He decides not to prod anymore, even if the answer just makes him feel worse.

Instead he steals a sliver of cucumber off the cutting board and chews it. He feels the urge to make himself useful in the kitchen, but Jared’s stonewalling him by standing at the counter, shoulders squared, slicing the tomatoes at a worrying pace. He can’t help but think he looks just like Eloise minutes ago, right down to the posture.

When he sees a person he cares about in pain, he mirrors them. Richard knows that. He also knows she can’t be his birth mother, because she died when he was twelve. When he told him this, at four a.m. lying face to face in a bunk bed, Richard reached out his hand and pulled it to his chest.

This is not good. It’s fine. They’re going to be fine.

A huge, bony cat butts his head against Richard’s ankle and slides past him. He’s counted three. It yowls up at the counter, probably well aware of the biggest pushover in the room. But Jared doesn’t fold.

“It’s not for you, Bartleby.” He scoops it up in his arms, a heap of gray fur and flailing paws, and attempts to hand it off to Richard. “Can you take him outside? Please?”

He can’t really say no, so he gets a good grip on the cat and heads out the screen door. When he gets outside, Eloise is standing on the patio, uncorking a bottle of wine.

“He doesn’t let everybody hold him like that,” she says, nonplussed. As she says it, Bartleby slips out of Richard’s arms. (What an awful name.) “He’s a little anxious.”

“Me too,” Richard says. It’s a joke, but not really.

“So how did you meet Donald?” she asks, cutting through whatever fifteen layers of bullshit he was operating on. “Why do you call him that other name?”

“Um.” He stops, realizing he’s never had to even really confront the issue. “When I met him, that’s what he told me his name was, and it just stuck—I mean, he’s never asked me to switch. Are you saying that I should?”

“I don’t have any opinion on what you should do,” she says, and he physically feels himself get knocked down a peg or two realizing this is far from the first time she’s had this conversation. "I just expect you to treat Donald well. He has a knack for getting manipulated by other people who don’t actually value him.”

“I’m not one of those people,” he says. “He’s really helped me. Through a lot of awful shit. And—he’s told me, you know, things about himself—”

“He tells everyone his things,” Eloise says. “Anyone who’s willing to listen.”

“Like—the real things.”

“Like what?”

Jared steps out onto the patio, salad bowl in his hands. “Everything’s ready. Where should I put it?”

The first thing he did after the worst date of his life, after climbing apologetically out of a Lyft, was make a beeline to the garage. Jared was there, and awake—he almost always was at that hour, back then. He was under the cheap duvet, on his laptop, leaning against some milk crates.

“How did it go?”

“Jared,” he said, staggering to the air mattress and kneeling at the edge. “I fucked up.”

“Oh.” He shut his laptop and sat up straight, watching him crawl closer. Richard was sure he was trying not to touch him, not to physically engage at all, expertly restrained. Always so respectful of his boundaries, always Richard’s needs before his own. “What happened? Did something go wrong with Hannah?”

(In hindsight, he seemed a little too eager to ask.)

“I—just realized I need to stop fucking kidding myself,” he blurted, feeling blindly for Jared’s knee. Was he crying already? It felt like it, on his face. He was pretty loaded. “I need to stop. Stop pretending.”

“Pretending what?”

“That—you’re not the person. The person I want to be with.” He could barely understand himself, he was sobbing so loudly, probably sounding ridiculous. “But it’s so stupid and impossible that I have to lie to myself about it.”

“Richard,” he said, hands suddenly on his shoulders, dead calm. “You’re very drunk.”

He saw right through him. Something about his placid denial, the insistence that nothing was wrong, enraged him in that moment. “I see you looking at me all the time. I notice everything, dude, so don’t just fucking pretend you don’t want this—”

“Richard.”

He tried to lean in, writing checks he can’t cash. “Please. Just tell me it’s possible.”

In some far-off fantasy world Jared could have just dropped his scruples and they could have fucked right there, on that awful air mattress, with his head two inches from the concrete. But instead he just grabbed both his wrists and held onto them, forcing Richard to go still.

“I do. I do want it.” He looked him square in the eye. “But I don’t really think it should happen like this. Do you?”

It wasn't a rhetorical question. Richard pulled his hands away—he wasn’t holding on that hard—and considered his options. Then he shook his head.

“Okay. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“No.”

He cleared his throat and put his head down, on the corner of the pillow. Because there’s some fucking good left in the world, Jared slipped his arm around his shoulder and pressed his lips to a spot beneath his eyebrow, and neither of them had to say a word.

More people start to trickle in, some of them names Richard actually recognizes—Muriel’s daughter and tiny blonde grandchild, aunts and distant friends that seem oddly excited once they find out who he is. Jared does a lot of the talking for him, anyway, and lays it on thick (probably to apologize without ever having to say anything.) Richard’s a Stanford-educated engineer; Richard’s got a brilliant mind; you two would find a lot to talk about. But before he even scratches the surface with anybody he gets whisked off to someone else.

Which is just as well, really. He’s never good with strangers, and as usual, Jared took steps to circumvent it, steps Richard wouldn’t even think to take. Maybe he is like every other schlubby boyfriend he’s brought over.

Muriel rings some kind of New Age dinner bell, loud and clangy, and everyone gathers around the outdoor table. It’s beautiful, actually—the backyard stretches out for what looks like forever, a wooded path not far down the hill. Once Richard finds his seat, he glances up and suddenly sees Jared pouring him a glass of wine.

Something about the whole image is just weird. The only thing that comes out of his mouth is: “Oh. It’s white?”

“Red wouldn’t go with this meal,” Jared says, “technically. You’re at a table of oenophiles that would say so.”

“Right.” He already feels a little disoriented.

“Not a big wine drinker?” Muriel asks.

“I like it, just—”

“That’s quite alright. It’s meant to be enjoyed with food,” she says. “This is from our vinery. We only serve what we make to friends.”

“And Trader Joe’s,” Eloise says.

“And Trader Joe’s. But that’s just to keep the lights on. Should we have a toast?”

The wine goes down light and easy, perfect for an amateur like himself. Eloise, spearing a few pieces of vegan gnocchi, addresses him from the other side of the table: “What were we talking about before, Richard?”

“Whatever it was,” Jared pipes in, “I’m sure the rest of the table wouldn’t find it very interesting.”

Of course, everyone but the three of them are caught up in other conversations. Richard looks around for some other kind of lifeline that he knows does not exist.

“It was about you, Donald,” she says, perfectly genteel. “Just—that you two had gotten to know each other quite well in the last few months.”

Jared knits his brow, his voice pitching up the way it does when he’s upset: “We’ve known each other about four years.”

“I know,” Eloise says, “but this development is recent?”

He turns to Richard, but it seems like he’s already made up his mind by the time he looks at him. “About six weeks. I don’t know why it’s so important.”

Even she backs off after that, but Richard can tell it’s with great restraint. “Forgive me. I was just curious. Especially after the conversations we’ve had before.”

“Eloise, it feels—really unnecessary to bring that up,” Jared says (easily the harshest thing Richard's heard him say to someone he cares for.) “Of course I forgive you. But I—”

“No, you’re right, this is total bullshit.” Richard pushes his wine glass away from him, a little stunned at the words coming out of him—but he feels stone-cold sober and fed up with watching this same scene play out. “Jared’s a grown adult. He can make his own decisions about who he wants to date without screening them for you.”

“Richard,” he says, his hand suddenly clasping the top of his arm, “it’s not that. She’s talking about something I said before—”

“It doesn’t matter what you said, like, upwards of a year ago. I was probably a massive dick to you back then.” He feels eyes on him, but keeps going anyway: “She’s just using your words against you. It’s manipulative as shit and I’m not playing along with it.”

Suddenly the table is quiet. Muriel asks, slowly: “Is everything alright, dear?”

Richard shakes his head, pushing his chair out and standing up. “No. Sorry, I should—I should go. Sorry, everyone.”

He hears Jared say his name, but it’s too late. He makes a break for it into the woods.

Somehow he managed to steal the rest of the wine from the ice bucket, too. He’s already made enough of a prick of himself that he figures it can’t hurt. So there he is, wandering on someone else’s property with a bottle of Sauvignon blanc. At the bottom of the hill is a tiny river, snaking a few miles down—he finds a swing chair hanging from a tree and falls back into it, just now noticing he’s half in the bag.

Jared’s not far behind, of course. He secretly hopes he’ll turn around and prolong this conversation for as much time as possible, but the sound of his voice, his footsteps get closer until it’s unavoidable.

Then he’s standing behind him, hand on the back of the chair, steadying the rope. “Are you okay?”

“Why are you asking if I’m okay? I just fucked up twenty people’s evening when I was supposed to impress them.”

“I don’t care about impressing anyone,” Jared says. “Eloise—helped me a lot. I owed it to her, for you two to meet. That’s all.”

“Well, she met me,” Richard says, mustering a completely inappropriate laugh. “What did you say about me before that was so bad?”

He sits down beside him. “Just that I—talk a lot and I wasn’t sure if you listened, always. But I know that’s not true now—”

“Of course it’s not true.” Richard turns to him. “Jared, I remember everything you tell me. Like how you’re a Pisces and prefer regular Cheerios to fucking honey nut. Like—how in the tenth grade you had to memorize 'O Captain, My Captain' and it stuck with you forever. You used to daydream about sailing away from wherever you were but you were in landlocked Pennsylvania so you didn’t even see a boat in a harbor until you were nineteen and took a bus to the Jersey shore, but you kept saying you were going to the shore because that was the only thing you heard people call it, you didn’t even know it was in New Jersey until you got there. You love children. And animals. And anyone who listens to you which means a ton of shitty people take advantage of you, or they treat you like shit because they don’t get it.

"Your favorite book is Moby Dick because you like stories about the ocean and—I don’t know, you probably relate to the whole thing of chasing something aimlessly and having it haunt you every day of your life until it kills you, but I don’t want it to kill you, Jared, I just want you to be well-adjusted and fucking happy—”

He stops him. “I am happy. I’m happier than ever with you. Always.”

“I’m sorry,” Richard says. “I shouldn’t have said all that. I made a prick of myself in front of people you really wanted me to meet. And you worked so hard to try to make them like me—I fucked up whatever chance we had.”

“I don’t care what they think.” Jared reaches for his hand, looking strangely giddy about all of this. “I mean—I do, but I care more about you. About us.”

“There’s an ‘us’ now.” He doesn’t say it out of skepticism—it’s something closer to relief.

“Yeah.” There’s a pause as he slips his arm around his waist, a troubled expression when Richard doesn’t answer, even as he leans heavily into his side. “You do know that. Right?”

“I know.” He stares out in front of him, at the dappled sunlight and soft grass, in this place he knows he’s no longer welcome in, and squeezes Jared’s hand. “Is it okay if we go home?”

“Of course,” Jared says. They do not move.

#fic #jarrich #sorry this got out of hand

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Worm Liveblog #28

UPDATE 28: Brockton Bay’s Finest Mastermind

Last time the Undersiders had successfully ruined the heroic capes’ party, subduing almost every threat after arriving. Only three important ones remained, and Armsmaster was the main threat among them. Skitter barely managed to defeat him, and now they’re making their getaway. The plan was a success! So let’s continue.

Who’d have thought riding oversized dogs that are jumping from rooftop to rooftop wasn’t a comfy ride. It’s even more uncomfortable when you’re carrying someone who’s unconscious, as Heckpuppy is doing, since Tattetale still isn’t awake. As soon as they can, they descend onto the ground to assess the situation. Tattetale’s the one who keeps an eye on matters such as knowing if capes are following, but since she’s currently unavailable to provide such service...yeah. Good thing Skitter made sure to carry smelling salts with her for such situations.

I nodded. “You asked if anyone had any after we put down Über and Leet. I made a mental note to have ’em for next time.”

“I bet half of us did,” Regent replied, “The weird thing is that you actually followed through, dork.”

There’s nothing weird with being careful, besides, that’s how Skitter is, she can be good at foresight sometimes. And it does work, Tattetale starts to wake up. It doesn’t sound to me like she’s in a good state to focus on being the team’s radar, she was quite hurt. Then she proves me wrong by noticing immediately they hadn’t gotten away, just in time for Armsmaster to appear out of nowhere.

He looked worse for wear.

Boy is he going to be unhappy with you, Skitter. The situation is much worse now, before the Undersiders had a big party room to work in, there was possibility to move around. Right now this is an alleyway. Narrow, cramped...and while I imagine there’s going to be bugs around, I’m not sure she’ll be able to gather them fast or in enough quantities to stop Armsmaster from doing quite some damage. It doesn’t help that he’s not alone. A new cape for us readers, ‘Dauntless’ is here too.

Brockton Bay’s rising star. It would have been easy to peg him as a tinker, but he apparently wasn’t. His power let him, according to details he’d leaked when he’d appeared on TV and in magazines, imbue his gear with a little bit of power every day. Thing was, every bit of power he parceled out had permanent effects. Every day, he was just a little bit stronger than he’d been the day before. A little bit more versatile.

Now that’s quite the power, but I wonder for how long this guy has been working with the heroes. After all, at the start he had to be quite weak, right? He must have spent quite some time training physically, preparing himself for the future, all that. It can’t have been a fast process, he must have been part of this since months, maybe years ago. I don’t expect to receive such details, nor I wish to demand for them, in the grand scheme of things, they’re rather unimportant.

Hey, I had forgotten to comment about Armsmaster having his halberd back. He didn’t jump from the patio to retrieve it, or anything like that, he can just summon it into his hand anytime he wants. Well that’s...that sure ruins a lot of potential plans. So! As expected, Armsmaster is restraining his anger, but it’s obvious he’s furious. Can’t blame him, everyone was humiliated, including him. Skitter managed to defeat him for long enough to make an escape, that must have hurt his pride.

No bugs. Damn it, I had no bugs, again. I’d emptied my armor of bugs when I attacked Armsmaster, and I’d left them and the rest of the swarm back at the Gallery when I made my retreat.

Once again things look bad, as they always look at least once per arc. If taking the halberd away isn’t an option...

...

...welp. I’m blank. It’s for things like these that I’m glad I have a normal life that doesn’t require thinking on my toes like that. I’d be useless, hahaha.

Surrendering isn’t an option, of course. Turns out the Undersiders stopped right near the parking garage where they had their getaway prepared. Really now? Hah, well, maybe that doesn’t change much. I’d be willing to bet Armsmaster and Dauntless would have some way to stop any vehicle – but it’d have made things a little bit easier. Many things would be better than being stuck in a freaking alleyway. Tattletale is...very firm on going to the parking garage. There has to be some way to distract them for long enough to get there...

The darkness didn’t last more than three seconds.

Okay, darkness is not an option, thanks to Dauntless having a counter for that. Heckpuppy’s dogs may be of more help, one standing on the other’s shoulders to form a wall. Maybe they could force their way through? Not through Armsmaster, but through Dauntless. Say, does Dauntless have protection against Regent’s power? Huh, maybe something could be done...

No, that won’t work. He has a force field; one I suspect would keep the dogs at bay. I’m blank once again. As another option, Tattetale tries some psychological warfare by revealing Armsmaster’s hate towards him.

“He hates that you’re the next big thing, the guy that’s going to be better than him. That you get the easy road to being a big name in the Protectorate, and he’s the one that has to stay up nights, reworking his stuff, compiling simulations, coming up with new ideas, training in the gym for hours and hours on end. Every second of work he puts in, he gets more and more resentful of you. Why do you think you were the one member of the team he sent off to patrol the city and watch over the Wards, instead of having you come to the party?”

No surprise there. Armsmaster really wants to climb to the top of the hierarchy. Even if he gets there, Dauntless is likely to dethrone him by sheer power and skill. Tough luck. That said, some of the Wards were at the dinner, but not all of them, now that I think about it. Should I take that as it could be possible Aegis and others may be coming as back-up at some point? Hoh, I hope not, things are difficult enough already. Dauntless doesn’t pay attention at all – and the reason why is...well, check by yourself.

“Ear buds,” Tattletale sighed, “Armsmaster told him to wear ear buds, so Dauntless can’t hear anyone but him. That’s both brilliant and incredibly depressing.”

Incredibly depressing, definitely. To counter the rest of your partners they need technology and preparation, and to counter you they just need to cover their ears. I’d be disheartened. Looks like you may be reduced to support during battles and nothing more if this technique spreads around, Tattetale.

Dauntless advances a bit more, shocking Regent a bit with his force field. And there we go! Just like I hoped, Dauntless has no way to counter Regent’s power. He falls! There’s the chance I was hoping for! The Undersiders manage to run towards the parking garage despite Dauntless’ efforts, his lance doesn’t deter the dogs, and when he tries to aim at the humans, Regent throws off his aim. Armsmaster isn’t faring much better, reduced to following and using the grappling hook in his halberd to have a bit more of speed. To his credit, he does manage to reach them and has them cornered once again. The fight is over and not in his favor, though, because Mr. Wildbow decides this is a grand time to throw even more new characters at the reader.

Ballistic and Circus, alright. Question: what are they doing here? I mean, judging by the fact they’re pummeling Dauntless and Armsmaster, I have no doubts they’re villainous capes, but still, why are they here? Were you expecting this, Tattetale? Is this why you insisted on coming here?

Dauntless moved to retreat, but Sundancer intercepted him, stepping around the front of the building and placing her miniature sun in the center of the entryway to bar exit.

...okaaaaay, now that’s a familiar face. Things to note: I don’t remember capes named ‘Circus’ or ‘Ballistic’ being included in the Travelers. I know Trickster is here, because Armsmaster’s halberd was replaced with a car bumper, so it isn’t like Sundancer went rogue or something. If Trickster is here, then the rest of his group must be here too. Hmmmm...I’m not sure if...Trickster would have the money to be the anonymous boss? His group is nomad, they keep moving all the time. But I could be wrong. Maybe he does have the money. Maybe he hired these Ballistic and Circus characters. Answers will have to be for later, there’s a fight right now.

A very one-sided fight, may I say. Armsmaster and Dauntless are having their rears handed to them. This isn’t a good night for Armsmaster, he’s going to receive a lot of the blame for the Undersiders’ success and escape. There goes some of his reputation.

There has to be better ways to describe Genesis’ current form than ‘creature from the Black Lagoon’, Skitter, hah. Then again, it’d be fun if Armsmaster was being defeated by the creature from the Black Lagoon.

Fearsome foe, this one.

Golly, the owners of all the cars being destroyed here better have some good insurance.

I’m not sure yet what Ballistic’s power is? There’s a lot of strength involved, that much is obvious now. Circus is what you may call a jack-of-all-trades, a master of none, but her versatility makes her a successful solo villain in Brockton Bay. You know...I find myself very fond of her right now. I love her power and the way she integrated her motif into her weapons. I like her.

Which raised the question of what she was doing here, with the Travelers.

Ask Tattletale, she’s the one that wanted to get here no matter what, and not just because the getaway vehicle is here. Once the fight is over, someone’s car honks outside. Everyone gathers...and here’s the moment I was waiting for. The boss is here. Tattetale asked to meet him after the task was done, and given that there’s a trained soldier here...I can only imagine it’s--

Coil. I felt my pulse quicken.

--yeah, him. Hah! So I did get it right one update ago! Go me! I wasn’t really convinced about it, though, and I have no idea what motivation Coil would have to form a team like the Undersiders. He must have some sort of grand plan, that’s for sure, but I don’t know yet what it could be. So he’s the anonymous person that pays the Undersiders and provides them with equipment...what implications could this have for Skitter’s plans?

I’m not sure, but I think this doesn’t help. What advantage would the capes have if they knew the Undersiders were hired by Coil? It isn’t like Coil would be arrested or something. I guess there’s some worth in knowing about it, but yeah...all this would achieve is that her friends are arrested and Coil goes free. All she’d achieve is betraying them without even catching the big fish.

May as well just send a signed note through mail or something, informing the capes about Coil, and call it a day, because it’s not like there’s much to gain by selling the Undersiders with such a meaningless nugget of information like ‘Coil is their boss, good luck arresting him’.

Coil spoke, more as though he were musing to himself than any of us, “I was feeling theatric. The plan was for the Travelers, Circus and Trainwreck to step out from the shadows as I made an impressive entrance.

It was an impressive entrance alright. I wonder how things would have gone if Armsmaster and Dauntless hadn’t been here. Imagine Coil’s creepy costume, him hiding in the shadows and saying in a raspy voice ‘you wanted to meet the person who’s pulling the strings?’ and he comes out slowly, composed, ‘well...here I am’, that’d be an impressive entrance. And then the heroes turn around, and the Travelers, Circus and Trainwreck are behind them without having even made a noise – it’s a fun scenario, right?

After making sure there wouldn’t be any pursuers – the only other heroic capes are two minutes from here and that’s quite the long distance – Coil invites them to enter the car. They have a lot to discuss...that’d sound a lot more ominous if they had failed the mission. There’s no fear they’ll have cinder blocks tied to their feet before being thrown into the sea from the Brockton Bay docks.

That’s the end of this chapter. So what will Skitter do now that she has the name she was looking for? It’s a bit early to think about that, first one will have to read what Coil has to say now. I’m curious about it, so I’ll continue right now. Next chapter, eighth Tangle chapter.

We didn’t dally, stopping only to let Bitch direct her dogs into three separate vans Coil had waiting at the back of the garage.

You know, for a moment I misread and thought it had said all the dogs had gone into one van. I was about to type ‘that’s one heck of a large van’, because three dogs big enough to be ridden like horses all fitting in one single vehicle? But yeah, it’s three different vans.

The Undersiders and Trickster are all in the same limousine, the inside is colored black in every way possible so Coil blends with the background, the snake on his costume being barely visible. The reason why they’re all here is so they discuss business. He did promise $250000 to each one and the chance to meet him, of course they’d need to talk. But first! A demonstration of his powers. Oh this is going to be good.

He flips a coin to each Undersider, all the coins falling on heads. Even when Skitter takes her own silver dollar to test, it falls on heads. That’s because of Coil’s power.

“Probability manipulation?” I asked him, “Enhanced luck?”

He shook his head, “No. Just the opposite, Skitter. I control destinies. I decide outcomes.”

Huh. That’s rather vague, and looks like neither Coil nor Tattletale is in any hurry to explain. It sounds to me like Coil can direct fate to go in the direction he wants...if there are options to follow. Each coin had the possibility to fall on heads or tails, so he forced each one fall on heads. Or...something like that? Well I suppose this is something that’ll be better understood once I see more ways it can happen, or a better explanation, but so far it seems like a relatively interesting power. Kinda fits the mastermind type.

Tattletale was the original person in this group, it seems, directly hired by Coil and forbidden from revealing anything he didn’t want them to know. If the Undersiders failed in any way or got killer or arrested, well, ‘too bad’, he’d move on with his activities. He did help them all he could, though, that much is clear.

“Then you naturally find yourselves sitting here, proven to be capable,” Coil leaned back. “Worthy to hear my proposal, as the Travelers already have.”

...okay, so Coil also intends to hire the Travelers. He made a proposal to them, too. Something about providing them a temporary fix while he looks for a permanent solution. Then Mr. Wildbow wiggles his fingers mysteriously in front of the reader’s face, because that’s all the story tells about this – for now. Once another thing to keep in mind, okay.

Coil’s motivations and plans are simple: he wants to seize control over Brockton Bay, and he doesn’t mean just the underworld, he means absolutely everything, and for that goal he has been hiring the right people for the right jobs, as well as fighting against the current major forces – because it’s the endgame. The fruit of his labor is coming closer and closer.

Think, Skitter. Who are the major players in this city? What has changed? The ABB is wiped out, with the very plan I proposed at the meeting. Empire Eighty-Eight is reeling from the plays I made today, and I fully expect to finish them off in the coming weeks, hopefully with the assistance of you, the Travelers, and my other recruits.

Is that so? Well that’s great! Looks like the target for the next arc – maybe even more than one – has been established. E88 will be quite the force, this won’t be easy. Things are going to get exciting.

Okay, leaving aside the upcoming events in Worm, the reason why Coil ordered them to crash the capes’ party was to diminish the public’s trust on them. If they can’t stop a ragtag team of villains from ruining a party despite so many heroes being there, how can one trust them to keep the city safe? The New Wave hero group isn’t much better in the public’s eyes. Other assorted villainous groups aren’t a threat or can be bought easily.

And not only that, Coil has made some serious moves to place a few agents into positions of powers, people who will answer to him. He doesn’t throw his chips behind a single person, he actually is backing a few. In summary: this man is truly the definition of a mastermind. How long has he been working on this? At least a year, that’s confirmed, but I bet it has been in the works for longer than that.

Well, I thought, there goes any doubt I had about the Protectorate not caring what was up with the Undersider’s sponsor. Shit. Was he really that close?

Yeah, I admit everything that Coil said is valuable information. The problem here is that the Undersiders being arrested would stop nothing. Coil has planned all this stuff carefully, I’m pretty sure he has made arrangements for a situation like the Undersiders not being at his beck and call anymore. That is, if his power doesn’t interfere in Skitter’s plans, somehow. The most Skitter would be able to do right now is inform the Protectorate about what’s going on, but without leading to the Undersiders’ arrest.

I’m concerned for her, though. Would she change her objective from gathering information to doing something to stop Coil? Because that’s far more dangerous than what she was doing already, and someone who wants to be a hero and isn’t afraid of being reckless would take the chance. This has so many ways it can go wrong...

The Undersiders’ role is to keep their area of the city safe from other parahumans and gangs, now that they made a name for themselves. If they do well, they may spearhead Coil’s plans to expand to other cities – wow that’s really long term. But what will they gain? Besides power and money, that much is a given. Coil, as expected, has researched and gathered enough information to be able to make compelling offers, no matter how outlandish they are.

To Heckpuppy he offers to make sure there wouldn’t be more dogs cooped up in shelters, they’d be happily adopted. The dogs she rescued would be cared for, and she’d watch over that. All in all, dogs would have quite the happy future. Regent would have the power and chances to rise above his father. Sounds to me like a story that needs to be told sometime soon, Regent’s backstory is still a big question mark. No word about what he could use to appeal to Grue and Tattletale.

Skitter wants to derail the plans, or at least find a hole in them, so she points that in the future if anything happens to them, well, he’d be prepared to just toss them away. He refutes that in a way I didn’t think before.

“No,” Coil spoke. Then he paused for a moment. “I understand your concern, but I have already informed you of a great deal, here. If you were arrested, or if half your team perished in action, it would be dangerous to abandon you, because you could divulge key information. This will continue to be the case.”

He’s not wrong about that, now that I think about it. Abandoning the Undersiders if anything happens to them would be quite dangerous. This, in turn, may ruin Skitter’s plans, because if the Undersiders are arrested then Coil would find a way to break them free, and she’d have a huge target on her back. Things got much more difficult for her now.

Skitter is the one person Coil isn’t sure what she would want, so he asks her – and Tattletale leans forward to hear it too. Oh boy, better not slip up now of all times. Skitter goes with the safe option: after he takes over the city, he must make it work, make it thrive. That is...well, yeah? I mean, if the city goes to hell in a handbasket then the effort to take over it would have been wasted. This much goes unsaid, and it seems Coil knows it, because he does specify he wants Brockton Bay to thrive, it’s a matter of pride.

If the Undersiders don’t want to agree to Coil’s offer, then it’s fine, the former arrangement can continue, to which I suppose he means he can give them the odd job here and there, and help them in the ways they ask, but without having any hand in the future of Brockton Bay. Honestly? I admit I’d take the offer. Sounds too good to reject. How foolish I am shall be revealed someday, but I know I am rather foolish.

Coil shall be informed of their decision in less than a week. I’m still not sure how Coil’s powers work, but...yeah, chances are this will go like he wants it to go, so yeah, they’ll accept, won’t they?

The last few paragraphs are them being told how they’ll be paid, being left in the Docks, and the dogs getting off the van – van they left in an absolutely nasty state, golly.

I have it. I’ve got what I need.

I just didn’t know how I felt about it.

It’s a tough situation, yes. Skit—no, Taylor, you better think this carefully, because...this really isn’t as simple as telling the Protectorate about it. There’s something big going on, and she’s part of it now. Better not to rush and do something reckless.

I think I’ll stop now, because this looks like the end of this arc. Those are great sentences to end it with, aren’t they? So I suppose next time comes an interlude. I’ll leave that for next time.

Next update: three updates

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pedroscurls · 8 years ago

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Title: Protect Me (Part 8.)

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Samantha (fictional/original character). Summary: Jason and Samantha go out for drinks and a bit of dancing, but little do they know... Someone is watching. Word Count: 2,931 Author’s Note: This part definitely has tons of sexual tension between the two! But stay tuned! Things are going to get heavy in the upcoming chapters! Also, this GIF fucks me up every time because JDM sure can pull off a damn turtleneck. Like my gahhhd Taglist: @clinicalkayla | @negan--is--god | @thendonteatwaffles | @heartfulloffandoms | @lostxwanderess | @warriorqueen1991 |

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Sam had finished getting ready, looking herself over through the mirror in her bathroom. She bit her lower lip at the sound of a doorbell, making sure that her red lipstick was still intact. Deep down, she wanted to show Jason that there was more to her than the usual knit sweaters and jeans.

“Be there in a sec!” She said loud enough for him to hear.

Sam was wearing a sleeveless, thin spaghetti strapped dress with a low v-cut that tightened around her curves. It stopped at her calves, revealing the slit along her upper thigh and downwards. She finished her outfit with black heels and the only color that she was wearing was the red lipstick.

Oh, she was determined to make Jason squirm.

Walking to the door, she slowly opened it. Sam thought she was able to maintain her composure, but Jason was just as breathtaking. He was wearing a black turtleneck with specks of white scattered on the fabric, a black leather jacket over it and his usual black jeans and boots. His hair was slightly slicked back and he was sporting his black framed glasses.

Sam wanted nothing more than to just throw all her morals out the window and pull him into her apartment for a night filled with good sex.

“Hi…” She said, staring up at him.

Jason stepped into her apartment, pocketing a hand before he turned around to face her. His smile disappeared when he realized just exactly what she was wearing. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this. Her makeup was very simple and natural, the red lipstick contrasted well with her black dress…

God, her black dress.

Jason couldn’t help but let his eyes rake over her. Usually, he didn’t like to stare at women, but he couldn’t help it. She looked stunning.

“You look great,” he finally replied.

His eyes followed her bare arms to her exposed cleavage down to the curves that her tight dress flaunted. Then, he noticed the slit of her dress. His hand itched to graze the soft skin at her thigh down to her calf.

It was going to take a lot in him to keep his hands to himself.

“You do too. Only you can pull off a turtleneck with a leather jacket,” she giggled, grabbing her purse. “Ready to go?”

Jason nodded, motioning for her to exit her apartment first. It gave him another glance of her backside. It felt wrong to look at another woman when he was in a relationship with Alicia, but ever since Sam came into his life, he was thinking more and more about what he truly had with Alicia.

Sam bit her lower lip, locking her door. She could smell his lingering cologne and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him so that it could fill her entire senses rather than just a lingering scent in the air.

“I figured we’d take a cab to the bar just in case. I don’t want to put you or myself at risk if you and I have too much to drink,” Jason said.

It was oddly quiet between the two. Usually, they would always have something to talk about, but right now, both seem to be too distracted.

“Thank you. Always thinking ahead,” Sam replied.

“I’ve got to,” he grinned.

Once arriving to the bar, Jason paid the cab driver before extending a hand out for Sam. She instantly took it, watching as he allowed their fingers to lace with one another again. It reminded her of their day out in Chicago.

She kept up with his strides, leaning against him. Jason smiled to himself, leading her inside to the bar. The dance floor was packed with various people and the booths were all taken, so Jason led her to the counter of the bar instead.

“Do you know what you want to get?” Jason whispered in her ear, overpowering the loud music.

Sam shivered, nodding as she looked up at him. They were dangerously close to each other again.

“Rum and coke would be perfect,” she replied, leaning up to whisper.

Jason pulled back, nodding down at her before he turned to the bartender. He ordered a bottle of beer for himself. When the bartender set her drink onto the counter, Sam smiled her thanks and lifted the glass to her lips.

Jason watched her carefully. Her body was absently swaying to the music. Her lips attached itself to the rim of the glass, sipping a good portion of her drink. He watched as she darted her tongue out to lick her plump, red lips and he had to look away before a specific body part of his got too excited.

“Wow, that’s delicious!” She exclaimed.

“I would have never pegged you as a rum and coke kinda girl,” he replied.

Sam winked, “There are more to me than you know, Mr. Crouse.”

He growled down at her. When he took a long swig of his beer, he felt her tug on his arm in the direction of the dance floor. She had taken her glass and downed the rest of her drink like a goddamn pro. Jason was amused.

“Wait, I can’t dance, Sam!” He said, gently tugging on her hand to stop her from walking.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can dance. Live a little. What is there to lose?” When Jason didn’t reply, Sam’s grin broadened, “Exactly. Now, let’s go.”

Jason and Sam were too distracted by each other that they failed to notice that there was someone following them, watching their every move. He sat in the corner of the room, watching as Sam dragged Jason to the dance floor.

Sam faced Jason and smiled, taking both of his hands and gently swaying with him. Jason allowed himself to loosen up a bit, allowing her to take ahold of his hands; it made him feel much better for some odd reason.

Though, when Sam turned her back to him, Jason cleared his throat. He glanced around to the other couples dancing near them and it seemed like the women were grinding their backside against the men. Jason didn’t know how much more he could take if she were to take a small step back to press herself against him.

Sam shut her eyes, raising her arms in the air as she let her hips move side to side. She could feel Jason’s body heat lingering behind her, but she decided to keep a decent amount of space between their bodies.

As the beat of the music began to pick up, Sam looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, taking one of his hands to let it rest on her hip. She bit her lower lip, taking a step back to let her backside graze against his front.

Jason’s quiet gasp of surprise was drowned out by the loud music. His hand gripped at her hip, watching her move against him expertly. He wanted to run his other hand along her side. He wanted to pull her up against him. He wanted to kiss her.

Sam shut her eyes, allowing her hips to move with the beat. She could feel the outline of his manhood through his pants and she allowed a quiet whimper to escape her lips. She couldn’t get attached, especially not to someone who was dating an important figure in Chicago, secret or not.

Jason was still taken.

When the song began to slow down, Sam stood upright before she felt herself being turned around. Her eyes instantly met Jason’s and she bit her lower lip, taking a step forward when his arm wrapped around her waist. He let his free hand hold onto hers, swaying slowly to the music.

“You’re a good dancer,” he whispered.

Sam smiled, resting her free hand onto his chest.

“You are too. And you said you couldn’t dance. Psh,” she teased.

Jason chuckled, looking down at her. When their eyes met once more, he couldn’t help but wonder again what her lips felt like.

Sam licked her lips absently. She was enjoying the close proximity.

“Do you want another drink?” He asked.

Sam nodded, “Definitely.”

Jason led her back to the bar, resting a hand on her lower back to guide her.

The mysterious man watched as the two were becoming very comfortable with one another. He couldn’t help but feel jealousy bubble within him. Sam was his and no other man was supposed to touch her. As much as he wanted to retaliate and hurt Jason, he couldn’t make his presence known. He was going against his restraining order and if either Jason or Sam saw him, he would definitely go back to jail.

And Todd couldn’t risk that because he wouldn’t be able to see Sam anymore.

“Rum and coke?” Jason asked.

“Maybe a tequila this time. The buzz is gone,” she giggled.

Jason smiled, ordering two shots of tequila. They brought their glasses to clink against one another before downing the drink. Sam scrunched up her nose, causing Jason to laugh at the expression on her face.

“Hey, don’t laugh,” she said, playfully hitting his chest.

Jason grinned down at her, “But you looked cute doing it, so am I forgiven?”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know. You’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And how do you suppose I do that? I’m already buying your drinks.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, causing her cleavage to become more pronounced. Jason glanced down for a brief second, watching as her arms caused her breasts to push together.

“What’cha staring at?” Sam grinned teasingly.

Jason looked into her eyes, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not every day that I dress like this. Besides, I like it when you look at me.”

Sam smiled, ordering another shot and downing it quickly. She welcomed the burn of alcohol, watching him carefully before motioning to the dancefloor. “When you’re ready, meet me back on the dance floor. I love dancing with you, Jason.”

Once Sam was on the dance floor, Jason sighed and ordered another beer. He didn’t know what he was thinking asking her out for drinks because he was sure he was going to go home with a case of blue balls. He certainly didn’t want to go to Alicia’s house. He was afraid he may end up saying the wrong name during sex and he didn’t want that.

He leaned against the counter, watching her from afar. Jason didn’t know why it was so easy to spot her from a crowd of people. His eyes zeroed in on her as her hair swayed with each movement of her body. There was a carefree smile on her lips and he couldn’t help but smile himself.

Now that Todd was gone from her life, she seemed more relaxed.

Downing the rest of his beer, Jason walked to the dance floor and took a chance by wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. He felt her stiffen against him but when she turned her head to look at him, Jason flashed her a reassuring smile.

“It’s just me,” he whispered into her ear. Jason could feel her shiver.

Sam nodded, moving her hips against his own. With each movement of her hips, he felt her backside graze against him repeatedly. She shut her eyes, reveling in the feel of him and how his hips were moving in sync with her own.

God, she was in trouble.

Slowly, she turned around to face him. Her hand cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes as their hips continue to move against one another. Dancing had become a second thought now that they were stuck in the same trance.

“Sam…” He whispered.

She rested her forehead against his, biting her lower lip. Just as she was going to move in for a kiss, Jason pulled away.

“I – I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, walking away from him and the dance floor.

Jason sighed, walking after her. He took her wrist and turned her around to face him. They were outside now and away from the crowd of people and loud music.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Jason.”

He shook his head, “Hey. Don’t apologize. It’s fine.”

“It’s not. You’re with someone, okay? What I did back there… It’s unacceptable.”

“You didn’t do anything, Sam.”

“But I was going to!”

Jason sighed, looking down at the pavement. He noticed he was still holding onto her wrist and instead of letting go, he gently pulled her to him. Jason enveloped her in a hug, resting his cheek against the crown of her head as his hand gently ran along her back.

He needed to be honest. He leaned down just for his lips to rest against her ear, whispering quietly.

“I pulled away because you’ve been drinking. I’ve been drinking. If we’re going to kiss, I want it to be when we are both sober.”

Sam pulled back to look up at him.

“Y – You want to kiss me too?”

Jason chuckled, “I may be with Alicia, but there’s something about you, Sam.”

“Phew. I thought this was one-sided.”

“I can assure you it isn’t.”

Jason smiled, kissing her forehead instead. Sam sighed contentedly, shutting her eyes and wrapping her arms around him as well. They hold each other for a few moments, unaware of Todd leaving the bar, but not after witnessing everything that happened.

When he saw Jason kiss her forehead, Todd curled his hands into fists. No one else was supposed to kiss Sam. She was his and no one else’s.

“You wanna head home?” Jason asked.

Sam nodded, “I think so. I’m not really into dancing and drinks like that.”

“Oh? I’d say you have me fooled,” he teased.

Jason extended a hand out for a cab, waiting for it to pull up to the curb. He removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. Sam smiled to herself, glancing up at him before she climbed into the cab.

“Well, I do like drinking and I do like dancing, but I don’t know. I kind of like to do that privately…”

Jason arched a brow. “You’re just a bundle of surprises tonight, aren’t you, Sam?”

She giggled and leaned against him once Jason wrapped an arm around her shoulders for more heat. “Believe me… There are more you have yet to find out.”

Jason smiled, “And I can’t wait to find out.”

“If I let you,” she teased.

“Ooh, that’s harsh.”

They laugh quietly, remaining quiet afterwards and allowing the comfortable silence to fill the cab.

“All right. Get some rest,” Jason said, dropping her off at her apartment.

She opened the door and looked over at him, removing his leather jacket and handing it back to him.

“I would ask for you to come in, but we both know I can’t do that.”

“You’re a tease.”

“I know, but I kinda like seeing you squirm,” she laughed quietly.

Jason bit his lower lip and sighed, “I don’t want to lead you on, Sam.”

“Then don’t.”

“It isn’t that simple, you know? I like Alicia, but I like you too.”

Sam sighed. “I’m not going to be the woman you cheat with and I’m certainly not the type of woman who likes to share. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to make you choose. When you know, you’ll know. I’m not rushing you.”

Jason nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. “Do you know what happens when things get too complicated?”

Sam tightened her jaw and stepped forward to cup his cheek. “Don’t run. Don’t leave. I’m here as a friend first.”

Jason looked up at her, staring into her eyes. He needed to think about what he wanted thoroughly. He needed to weigh the pros and cons with each woman before he could make his decision. He just hoped that it wouldn’t cause him to leave because of how difficult it may be.

“Sam…”

“Nope. You’re promising me. If you leave, I will never forgive you.”

“Okay. I promise,” he replied. “Good night, Sam.”

Jason began walking away before she sighed. She walked to the hallway and took his hand, turning him around. Sam hugged him tightly before kissing his cheek. When she pulled away, there was a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you for tonight, Jason.”

He grinned, “I had fun.”

“I did too. I’ll see you soon?”

Jason nodded, “Of course. Now, go on and get inside. I’ll talk to you later.”

Sam smiled, walking back to her apartment. She peeked her head out to watch him step into the elevator, waving in his direction. She shut her door and sighed contentedly, setting her heels aside in her closet.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. Sam assumed that Jason must have made up his mind.

Opening the door, still clad in her dress, she smiled and began talking without realizing who it was.

“That was really quick, Ja –”

Sam looked up to see Todd, clearing her throat.

“Todd…”

“Hello, beautiful,” he smirked, letting his eyes rake over her attire.

“Please, leave or I will call the cops,” she threatened.

Todd maintained his smirk, stepping forcefully into her apartment and slamming the door shut. He was walking towards her in a threatening manner, his eyes deviating to her breasts before he stared at her.

“Oh, no no no. We’ve got a lot to talk about, darling. Why don’t you go on and take a seat?”

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perfectlyrose · 8 years ago

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it was love

eighth in the “a young mountain and a strange girl” ficlet series

Summary: John has a plan to finally tell Rose the three little words that are on the tip of his tongue every time he sees her. (Nine/Rose AU)

All ages // 1534 words

Note #1: based on/inspired by the song “Strange Girl” by The Zolas and written for the lovely @asthewheelwills ♥

Note #2: So… two installments in one day? Yes/Yes? This one is set a month or so after the last installment - “and it kept moving” - and this one now is the longest ficlet in the series! (also the sappiest :) )

AO3 // TSP // tumblr

John ignored the dirty looks from the people near him in the library as he grabbed his vibrating mobile off the table and scooped up his books to head out. He was almost at the door when he swiped his finger across the screen to answer the call.

“Hey Rose, out of class?”

“No, I’m calling you in the middle of my history lecture,” she snarked at him. “Yes, Doctor, I’m out of class.”

He just grinned. “Wouldn’t put it past you to call me during class.”

“Yeah, well, I restrained myself. Want to get chips? I’m famished and I haven’t done the shopping and I’m guessing there’s nothing at yours either.”

“Just come to mine, I’ll pick something up on my way. We can do chips tomorrow,” John said, already on his way to the Italian place they both liked to pick up the order he’d placed earlier in the day. He had plans for tonight and he wanted everything to be perfect. He certainly wasn’t going to muck anything up by attempting to cook.

“Deal,” Rose said. “See you in a bit.”

She rung off before he had a chance to say anything else. John started walking faster, hoping he could get through his couple of errands and back to his flat before Rose.

Getting the food was quick and he had just enough time to nip into Tescos for a bottle of red wine that they both liked and should go with their meal. He took the stairs up to his flat two at a time and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was still dark.

He quickly moved through to the kitchen to get things ready. John replated the food from the to-go containers onto actual plates and poured two glasses of wine. He carefully placed everything on the table and then grabbed the candles he’d bought the other day. He had just finished lighting them when he heard a key sliding into the lock.

Rose was here.

John swallowed hard, adjusted his jacket and waited.

“Oh my god, it smells delicious in here,” Rose said as soon as the door opened. He heard the thunk of her bookbag hitting the ground, followed by two smaller thuds as she kicked off her shoes.

He stepped out of the kitchen with a smile. “I did promise you food.”

“Mmm, you know the way to a girl’s heart, Doctor.” Rose looped her arms around his neck and leaned up for a quick kiss.

When she dropped back down she tried to peer around him into the kitchen. “I was expecting you to pick up curry or something but that’s not what it smells like.”

John gestured for her to go into the kitchen. “Stopped at the Italian place and got our usual.”

He tried to shrug like it was nothing but from the way Rose’s eyes were darting from him to the candlelit table he knew he was busted.

“They don’t do spur of the moment take-out orders, Doctor.”

“I asked nicely.”

“No, you planned this for some reason.” She narrowed her eyes at him for a second. “I didn’t forget a birthday or something special, did I?”

“No!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you know by now that you don’t need a fancy meal to seduce me,” she said with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not trying to seduce you with Italian food, Rose.”

“Then…” she trailed off and waved her hand at the table.

“Can’t I just surprise you with a date night on occasion?” he asked. This was not really going according to plan.

Rose’s face softened. “Of course you can. I just wasn’t expecting anything.”

“Hence the surprise part of the equation,” he shot back drily.

Rose rolled her eyes and moved towards her spot at the table where her favorite dish was awaiting her. John sat opposite of her, admiring the way the candlelight danced across her skin.

“Thanks for this, Doctor,” she said softly as she surveyed the table before meeting his gaze. “I don’t think I’ve ever had dinner by candlelight before. This is nice.”

“You deserve the best, Rose.”

Her smile twisted a little, turned a little sad but she didn’t say anything, just focused on the fork she was fiddling with.

John reached out and covered her free hand with his. “Hey, I mean it.”

“That’s because you’re too good for me,” Rose replied, still not meeting his eyes. “Always have been.”

“Now, that’s not true. Thought we decided that you were the one who was out of my league.”

Rose bit back a smile, a genuine one and flicked her gaze up to meet his. “Well, there is that.”

John squeezed her hand. “I want to give you all the best things, Rose, everything that the universe has to offer. I’d give you the stars if I could.”

“Don’t want the stars, Doctor. Just want you.”

“You have me. Have done since we were fifteen, really.”

Rose shook her head slightly. “I have no clue why you even want me around. Keep waiting for you to come to your senses and realize that me and my baggage are no good for you.”

John gave her an incredulous look. “How can you not know, Rose? I mean, I haven’t told you in as many words but that’s what tonight was for–wanted it to be perfect, me–but I thought you knew.”

“Doctor, you’re rambling. What did you think I knew?”

“That I love you. That I’m in love with you and have been for ages.”

Rose stared at him wide-eyed, jaw slack. He wasn’t sure if she was still processing or if she was going to bolt but he held onto her hand just the same, caressing her with his thumb.

“Rose?”

“You love me?”

“Well, yeah. Been trying to tell you for a while but it never seemed like the right time so I thought a nice dinner would be good. Wanted it to be perfect, like I said.”

Rose huffed out a laugh even as her eyes started shimmering with moisture. “You daft man, as long as it’s you it’s always perfect. I don’t need all the trappings.”

“But you deserve them.”

“Never pegged you as a secret romantic,” she mused.

“Good to retain a bit of mystery,” he shot back. His heart was pounding doubletime in his chest. She hadn’t said anything back about his revelation, not directly.

He thought, or hoped rather, that his feelings were returned but Rose Tyler had always been, and would always be, the puzzle he could never solve.

“Why?” Rose said after a moment of silence.

“Why do I want to retain a bit of mystery?” John asked, confused about the conversational turn.

“No, why do you love me? I know I’m not the easiest person to be around.” She had stopped playing with her fork in favor of picking at the black polish on her fingers.

“Because you’re you,” John answered, hoping his sincerity, his love rang through his words. “Because you’re smart and beautiful and complicated. Because my heart races every time you smile at me. Because our hands fit together and you are unapologetically yourself and you let me be myself.”

He paused, pressing his lips together before continuing. “I’m not the easiest person to be around either, Rose. But loving you is easy.”

“John,” she whispered, voice breaking on the single syllable.

“You haven’t called me that in years.”

Rose bit down on her lip and then stood, letting the napkin that had been on her lap flutter to floor unnoticed. She rounded the small table and sat down in John’s lap, wrapping her arms around him.

“I don’t think anyone’s told me they loved me and meant it since Mum died,” she whispered into his chest.

John tightened his grip on her. He wanted to find everyone who had denied his precious girl the love she deserved and shake some sense into them but he had an armful of Rose and that was much more important.

“I mean it,” he promised again.

“I know. It scares me but I’m also so happy I don’t know what to do,” she said with a sniffle.

“You don’t sound happy,” he ventured.

“I am, though. Deliriously happy!” she pulled back so she could look him in the face. The smile on her face was small and wavering but it was genuine and bright. John wasn’t sure he’d ever seen this particular smile before, wasn’t sure he’d seen her quite this unguarded ever before.

“I think I’m in love with you too, Doctor,” she admitted. “I’m absolutely bloody terrified about it and I’ll probably be rubbish at it but I think I love you.”

“You’re not rubbish at anything, Rose,” he argued.

Before she could come up with a counter-argument, John pressed his lips to hers and did his best to prove exactly how much he loved her. He always was of the mind that actions spoke louder than words.

Their dinner went cold on the table but neither of them cared. His planned evening might have been slightly derailed but as far as he was concerned, it had gone perfectly.

#ficandchips #asthewheelwills #a young mountain and a strange girl #hooray for declarations of love!!#john is a massive dork and i love him #and rose honestly just needs all the hugs from john #i wrote this

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