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something-tofightfor · 4 years ago

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Seasons to Cycles / 4

Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader

Word Count: 10,760

Rating: M (Some language, mentions of sex and drug use)

Summary: Logan’s got an invitation for you - but is it what it seems? Is it real, or is he looking for something in particular? Later, both halves of his life come together in an unexpected - but not entirely unwanted - way.

Author’s Note: Here’s where things start to get very interesting. I hope this chapter answers some questions for you ... but it’s also going to raise new ones. Song lyrics come into play in this one, too, which is what I’ve been waiting for.

Enjoy. (Thank you for the feedback!)

ALSO.

A couple people have asked about Logan’s apartment and Juliet’s house, so here are the listings I’m using as reference: Logan’s High Rise

Juliet’s House

I had one for reader’s studio apartment, too, but apparently it’s not for rent anymore, so it’s not showing. Sorry!

From the 46th story of Two California Plaza, Logan looked out over the city. It always took him a day or two to get used to being back in the office after trips to the parks, and the abrupt end to the most recent trip had made it worse than usual. But I’m happy to be home. He leaned back in his chair, one arm bent and behind his head, and smiled. At least the weather’s good. He’d been surprised to return to his room at the Mesa and find multiple messages waiting from Ariella, one of them apologizing for the way that she’d acted before she’d left his place - but even more surprised to see a rambling message from you, sent in the middle of the week. She’s curious about the parks and the Hosts.

He’d called his fiancée back, for once ahead of her in time zones, and while the conversation had been fast, the woman on her way to meet with her parents, it hadn’t been unpleasant. But that’s probably because I haven’t looked into what she got up to in Amsterdam yet. Logan hadn’t called you back, though, and he hadn’t returned your text, either. But why?

Standing, he pushed away from his desk and began pacing in front of his window, one hand in his pocket and the fingers of the other running through his hair. I wanted to. He had. In fact, he’d thought of you a lot while in the park, his usual distractions occupying less and less of his mind as the days passed. He’d sought out Clementine, not having to look far once they’d arrived in Sweetwater, and spent the night with her before setting out with his business partners the following day. Logan had timed the arrival so that just as they were leaving, Hector and his bandits were arriving, and though that had given him something else to focus on, by the time the four of them had reached Las Mudas as a stopover on their way to Pariah, you were on Logan’s mind again, remaining there for the entirety of the remainder of the ride out to the hidden city.

The men and women in Pariah were more than willing to accommodate his requests, and the time they spent there was pleasant. Logan let loose and drank heavily, the sweet-smelling air perfumed by the spices sold by the street vendors wafting in through his open windows and keeping him awake long after his chosen partners had drifted off. Hasn’t always been that way. The first time, it was … I wore myself out.

Pariah was Logan’s favorite area in the park, because the overall tone suited him, but each time he returned to Westworld, he also remembered what it felt like to be appointed as one of the leaders of the Confederados, the men listening to him without question, following his orders even though they made little sense. Because it’s like it is out there. Just less...real. Even that train of thought led him back to you, though it didn’t happen until he’d read your message and was already back on his way to Los Angeles. Why am I thinkin’ about this?

He stopped moving, pulling his hand from his pocket and settling both on his hips, elbows bent. “You’re the boss, Logan. Act like it.” But he lowered his head, hair moving out of place and falling over one eye. “Shit.” He straightened up, eyes narrowed. Get it together. You have a meeting in an hour, and the rest of your week is … But instead of sitting back down at his desk to read through notes, a few minutes later, Logan was sitting beneath one of the permanent umbrellas on California Plaza, his phone in hand, and your number on the screen. He only hesitated for a few seconds before he called, wondering if he’d catch you on a break again, or you’d push him through to voicemail. After two rings, he got his answer.

“Logan, hi!” Your tone excited, you greeted him, and he felt a smile spreading over his lips and lifting his cheeks before he could stop it. “Did you have a good trip?” She sounds happy to hear from me.

“I did.” He leaned back in that chair, eyes on the fountains in front of him. “Got your text.”

“Oh, Logan, I shouldn’t have -” Embarrassed? No reason to be.

“Are you at work now, I hope I’m not -” You assured him that it was fine, and that you were taking a long lunch. “The only way to answer that would be to let you meet Hosts, you know?” He licked his lips, thinking. “An’ it’s different for everyone, so I don’t know how you’d… what you’d think of them.” That was the truth, and though it wasn’t difficult for Logan and Juliet to tell the difference, he knew - all too well - that it wasn’t the case for everyone. “If you were in one of the parks -”

“You and your sister, Logan. Both of you keep trying to get me into those damn parks when I …” You were laughing. “I’m not the type of person you need to impress, I’m just curious.”

“Jules wants you to go to the park?” It was his turn to laugh. Doesn’t surprise me. “Well then you know it must be -”

“Maybe in another lifetime, Logan.” You took a deep breath and he pictured the way your shoulders would settle, the subtle tilt of your head. “What did you call for, though? That didn’t answer my …” Maybe she doesn’t need to be in the parks to… He leaned forward, thinking. It would be easy, I can ask…

“I’m gonna work late tomorrow.” He stood, heading back for the entrance. “Get some extra shit done, but if you want to stop by the office after you’re out of work, I can answer your question in person?” It was unnecessary, but the seed was planted. “We’ve got a restaurant on-site, so we can get somethin’ to eat, and have a working dinner.” I want to see you, want to see how you…

“If you’re working late, it must mean you’re busy, and I don’t want to keep you from…” He heard the doubt creeping into your voice again, and Logan cut it off quickly, already in the elevator back up to his office.

“I’m the boss. It’s fine. Promise.” The doors opened to his floor, and Logan stepped in front of his office, leaning down to let the small camera scan his eye, the door unlocking almost immediately. “I’ll text you a visitor’s parking pass, and if you let me know when you get here, I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Sounds good. Is it alright if I get there around…” You thought for a second. “Five? It should only take me about twenty five minutes, so …”

“Perfect.” He was sitting at his desk, fingers flying over the keyboard and he sent you the pass, and again after, as he opened up a blank email. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yep.” He could tell you were smiling, and Logan smiled again, too. “I’ll be there.” There wasn’t much else to say, and so you hung up shortly after, Logan’s lips still curved upward. This is either going to go really well, or it’s going to backfire on me.

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He met you in the lobby the following afternoon, standing back a few feet while you spoke with Cal, one of the receptionists. One. Your interaction with the man was pleasant but nothing special, and Logan watched you grin at him, reaching out to take the visitor’s badge in one hand. He called out your name, striding over to where you were standing, using one hand to clip the piece of plastic to the strap of your bag. “Logan this place is amazing.” It is.

“Didn’t always look like this.” He touched your elbow, guiding you through the lobby. “My father wasn’t a fan of the open plan, wanted everything to feel… intimidating, so when Juliet and I took over, we made some changes. She did, first. Then I… “You’re right though, this is much better.” He eyed you as you took in the tall ceilings and artwork, the sculptures and the fountains; the clear liquid splashing onto the marble tile of the floor and dripping into the recessed drains. “You look tired.” He finally took a good look at you when you stepped into the elevator, Logan typing in his code for access to the lower floors. “Long day at work?” You closed your eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, I work in admissions, like I said, so we’re in kind of a … slow spot right now, but the entire system went down this morning, and so I spent my entire shift doing data entry, and I …” You rubbed your eyes with both hands. “My eyes hurt.” He grinned at that, but didn’t say anything. “Thanks, though, for pointing out that -”

“Oh, come on. I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that you don’t look…” He paused. “Alright, yeah, that does make me sound like a dick.” That got you to laugh, and by the time the two of you stepped out into the entryway, Logan was laughing with you. “We’re not goin’ into my office yet. Follow me.” You looked confused, but Logan was eager to show you the first part of the reason he’d invited you to Delos. “This is somethin’ most people don’t ever get to see.” He pressed his hand against a panel next to a set of glass doors, a green light illuminating and the panes separating. “An’ it’s not …” Should I be doing this? “You’ll see.”

“Logan, what …” You were right next to him, and though the hall was well lit, the rooms you were passing weren’t, most of them completely dark. “I feel like we’re in a …” But you stopped speaking as you reached the end of the hallway, where the room was well lit. Here we go. “Logan…” He heard it in your voice - the moment you realized where you were and what you were doing, and only a second later, felt your fingers closing around his wrist. “Are those …”

“They are.” Only glass separated you from the man and woman in the room, the two of them dancing in a slow circle. “We’re workin’ on a new … project. It’s not a park, and it’s not on the island, so …” He looked over, expecting you to be focused on the window, but instead you were staring up at him, eyes full of shock. She’s lookin’ at me instead of… “So they’re here. Some of ‘em. We’re trying to…”

“Logan, they look so much like people, how …” You finally tore your eyes away from him and took a half step closer to the glass, fingers still circling his wrist. “This is …” He remembered what it had been like to see the Hosts for the first time, to speak to them, to touch them - feeling the way that they filled the room at the penthouse bar, Logan only realizing what was happening as Angela giggled and lifted her finger. It was incredible. And it still is. “She’s beautiful, Logan.” You had one hand on the glass and you finally let go of him with the other, reaching up to press your fingertips to your cheek, slowly moving them up and down.

“She is. When they design the hosts, they model ‘em off a composite of actual people.” He leaned closer to you, not wanting to raise his voice. “So some of them? You’ll look at them, and it’s close enough that you might think ‘oh, he’s got Timberlake’s eyes, or Skarsgard’s lips… or she’s got Keira Knightly’s…”

“Did you just give me a list of the people you find attractive, Logan?” You nudged him with your elbow. “Or are you telling me that I could go into the park and find someone as -” Always listening to what’s between the …

“We make ‘em so that they appeal to people.” He set his shoulders, eyes back on the couple, the man and woman still dancing, but laughing at the same time, one of his hands combing through her long, wavy hair. “So yeah, sometimes they pull features from real people, just to… make things more lifelike.” Logan took a breath. “We gotta get permission from them, of course, and even then, the techs change things like eye color or birthmarks, or …” He shrugged. “A lot of the Hosts are entirely new, but we’ve got hundreds of them in each park, and with this project, we need to …”

“You need to keep things familiar, because this…” You pulled your hand away from the glass, taking a deep breath. “Logan, I’ll be honest with you right now, I’m just looking at them, and it’s hard to believe that they’re real, that this … exists. Any of it. It’s overwhelming. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in one of the parks, surrounded by …”

“It’s a fuckin’ trip.” You turned to face him, though he watched your eyes dart back to the left before they focused on him. “Every time, even though I know none of it is real.” He watched your lips tremble slightly, and Logan contemplated his next words. How much do I … “It only gets as real as you let it, and the parks are designed so that the Hosts can’t really hurt you, but if you forget that - and it’s easy to, sometimes - it can get… pretty goddamn wild.”

“I bet.” You swallowed and turned your head back toward the window, not saying anything else, and Logan watched you, eyes roaming over your profile. You weren’t reacting the way that he’d thought you would. He hadn’t expected you to flip out, or talk his ear off, but he wasn’t expecting the almost stoic silence, either. Is she not impressed? Is she … “Why are you showing this to me, Logan?” You took a deep breath. “There aren’t supposed to be Hosts in the United States, Delos signed a -” She’s lookin’ into us?

“We did. And technically, these Hosts aren’t in the United States, because they’re confined to this building, to specific floors, and if they leave? They cross the barriers?” He reached out cautiously, knowing that you could see the movement, and when you didn’t stop him, he laid one fingertip at the base of your neck, pressing gently. “They’ve got implants, and… boom.” He felt you shiver, watching your eyes close. Is that causea the… “They keep a close eye on ‘em, too, and the only people that know they’re here are the ones we trust.”

“So why am I here?” You turned your entire body to face him, and because the movement shocked him, Logan’s hand moved along the side of your throat and over your shoulder before he could pull it back. Fuck. The contact stunned him, leaving him speechless for the span of two breaths. Oh, fuck, that’s not … He watched the look in your eyes change, realizing that you hadn’t meant for it to happen either, his touch visibly affecting you, and then Logan spoke again, the tiniest wavering of his voice audible.

“Because you asked how real they were, an’ the only way to explain it is to show you.” He drew his hand back, sliding it smoothly into his pocket and gesturing with the other toward the glass. “And this is nothing. It’s different when you’re talkin’ to them, or you’re in bed with them, or you shoot one of them, an’ watch them fall, or when they…” He stopped himself. “But.” Logan sucked air through his teeth before letting out his breath. “At least you’ve seen ‘em now, yeah?” You nodded. “An’ I know you won’t say anything about this, because ...” Because I trust you already, and that’s… “Because I think you wanna be my friend, and you know that …”

“Who would I tell, Logan?” Your eyes were shining. “I never thought I’d…” You looked back, the male Host dipping the female backwards, one of his hands rising to the side of her face, thumb skating over the fullest part of her cheek. “Jesus.” It was impressive - he had to admit it. The Hosts had come a long way in the years since his first private demonstration, and Logan was glad for it. They’re gonna be the only thing that gets me through… He shook his head briefly. Not now. “I won’t say a word, Logan, I promise.” You reached toward him, squeezing his hand and Logan let you, eyes flicking down so that he could watch as you gripped his fingers briefly, not even giving him a chance to squeeze back before you let go. “Thank you for showing me.”

That shocked him - not that you’d thanked him, because he’d figured you would, but that you accepted the short viewing of the Hosts as the extent of what he was offering, and hadn’t pushed further. I guess I kind of expected that, too. And it means that I was … “You’re welcome.” Logan’s mind was racing, the man trying to keep up with his thoughts. “D’you wanna go back upstairs now? I meant what I said about havin’ dinner. You can ask questions, or …”

“I don’t even know what I’d ask, Logan. I wasn’t expecting … this, and now I …” But you haven’t even … “But yes. Let’s go back up.” We should. “You said there’s a cafeteria? I didn’t actually get to eat lunch today, so -”

“Come on, then. Let’s get you some food.” And get to the second part of this.

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The cafeteria - like the rest of Delos - was sleek and modern, wide open, with windows that overlooked the city, and you felt yourself smile as you looked around, more than a few other people still in the space. I’m surprised there’s…

But the more you thought about it, the more you weren’t that shocked. Delos was a 24/7 company, employees working around the clock in different departments. And based on what I just saw, it makes perfect sense. Logan showing you the two Hosts had been a total surprise, and you’d been in awe at how lifelike they were - barely a few feet away from you, focused on each other like a couple in love, their mannerisms - from what you could tell - no different than your own would have been. “You’re not even listenin’.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts and focused back on Logan, the man leaning across the table and toward you. “And I thought I was interesting.” Oh, you are, Logan. I just …

“Did you have a good trip? Juliet told me one of your guests got sick, so you came back early.”

“I did. It was niceta get back into the park, and …” He grinned, winking and taking a long drink. “Have some fun.” Can I ask? Should I ask? You wanted to, wanted to know Logan’s take on things, and with a deep inhale, you decided to do just that. “Logan.” You bit your lip, blinking. “When you say fun, do you mean -”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “That’s exactly what I mean. Along with some shooting and fighting and …” Ok, so he answered that. But will he…

“So when you go into the park, you …” You raised an eyebrow. “Sleep with the -”

“Not doin’ much sleeping, usually.” He winked at you, but you didn’t let it deter you. You’re not gonna get me that easily, Logan.

“Ok, so that’s my next question.” You took a drink from the cup in front of you. “So you don’t consider that cheating then? Since you’ve got a fiancée, and yet you still…”

“No.” There was no shame in the reply, Logan’s eyes locked onto your face. “It’s not cheating if they’re not real. And they’re not real, no matter how real they look or feel or act, so…” He ran a hand through his hair. “The Hosts are one of the only habits I haven’t broken yet, an’ between you and me?” He leaned in, tone serious. “Out of all of ‘em, it’s the safest.” You’re right. You widened your eyes as he spoke, but tried to hide it. He… Sex with the Hosts presented very few risks to Logan - or his reputation. The parks weren’t traceable, and there was no chance of getting any of them pregnant - or catching anything from them in return. They can’t hurt him, they can’t start any rumors, and there’s no … there’s no permanence. “Any other questions?”

He was resting an elbow on the table, chin atop his hand. So many. But before you could speak, you heard someone say his name, turning your head to watch a man heading toward your table. Oh, this will be awkward, he’ll have to introduce me. “Logan! Good to see you, I didn’t realize you were back.” Logan straightened up, grinning. “Who’s this?”

“Hey, Gideon.” Logan nodded once. “This is my friend.” He introduced you, and there wasn’t even time for you to say anything before the man was holding his hand out to you, saying hello. “She had a couple questions about the parks, and I figured it was easier to talk in person.” He gestured to the chair. “Sit with us?” You were focused on the second man, though, eyes on his face and on the warmth you saw in his eyes; green tinged with blue and gold. He’s… The man was attentive, repeating your name even as he removed his hand from yours and dropped into the chair next to you. “What have you been up to?”

You watched the two of them speak, both animated as they continued their conversation, turning toward you every now and then to include you. They must be friends, this is … Taking their conversation as an opportunity to observe, you eyed Gideon, smiling as the man reached up to scratch his chin, never looking away from Logan. He’s handsome. You realized it after only a few moments, letting yourself eye the man without restraint. Really handsome, I wonder if all of the employees are … But your thoughts were interrupted by Logan asking you a question, and you pulled your attention away from Gideon, focusing back on the other man. “What? No. I’ve only been to Juliet’s that one time, aside from when you and I went.” I was paying attention, Logan. I might have been watching Gideon, but… “She invited me back out to use the pool again, but so far, no.”

“You’ve never invited me out to swim at your sister’s Logan.” Gideon was laughing, and though he spoke to Logan, he was eyeing you. “And you’ve already gotten a callback?” He winked at you, grin widening. “You’ve got to tell me your secrets, about how you won Juliet over so fast.” Logan remained quiet, but as you glanced at him, you saw that he was watching the two of you, barely concealing the smile on his face. But if he’s friends with Logan, wouldn’t…

“No secrets, Gideon.” You shrugged, taking a bite out of your burger. “But it is a nice pool.” The man laughed loudly, eyes closing as he nodded.

“Fair enough.” He rested his forearm on the table, leaning slightly closer. “Logan said you have some questions about the parks?” You said yes, once again glancing at Logan. I’m almost positive this guy is hitting on me, but … “Maybe I can answer. Logan’s got the money and the power, but I work in Asset Development, so I’m much more … hands on, if you know what I mean.” His boldness took you by surprise, but as you thought about his words, you realized that if he was hitting on you, he was doing it without worry. Logan’s engaged, of course he wouldn’t care that someone was …

But even as you continued the conversation with the two men, Gideon supplying answers when Logan couldn’t, the man asking you questions and inviting you to visit him in his office sometime to talk more, you were slightly distracted. But Logan said … when we were in the apartment, that he liked me … he tried to … You looked back and forth between both of them, trying to keep a neutral expression, and then focused on Gideon’s face. Logan’s too calm. There’s no way that he would … Gideon scratched his chin again and you sucked in a breath, trying to keep it quiet. Not only me, he was basically hitting on Juliet, too, and Logan wouldn’t… there’s no way that … Not if it was real. “Logan.” You whispered the single word, locking your eyes on the man’s, finding that he was staring at you. “Logan.”

“That’s enough, Gideon.” The second man stopped speaking, and Logan continued. “All that we need is too close to be seen.” Without another word, Gideon stood and turned away from the table, heading back in the direction that he’d come from. What the fuck. “You figured it out.” Logan leaned closer, a note of pride in his voice. “How?”

“He was a…” Logan nodded. “I thought I was …” But Logan didn’t speak, only watching you quietly. “It was mostly you, Logan. He didn’t do anything, not really, but you … your reaction to him hitting on Juliet and... The way you just sat back and watched? You said it’s never real, and I think that if he’d really been doing that, in front of you? And including me? You wouldn’t have been so calm.” Maybe. He looked surprised at your words, but nodded.

“So I gave it away?” You did, but … “Gideon’s one of our newest. We use him as a test subject. He does work in Asset Management, but he’s going to be something else down the line.” So he let me meet a … he introduced me to … “Are you alright?” Logan’s hand moved as if he wanted to touch yours, but he stopped short. “I shouldn’t have …”

“No, I’m....” You shook your head, lowering it. “I just wasn’t expecting to…” Bringing your gaze back up, you met Logan’s eyes once more. “He scratched his chin a few times, Logan, I caught that. And his eyes were … I’ve never seen eyes like that, especially on someone that seemed like -” But you stopped, not wanting to finish your sentence. I don’t need him to think I’m reading more into this.

“Seemed what?” But it wasn’t going to be that easy, Logan still talking quietly. “You gotta tell me.”

“I’ve never been hit on by a guy that looks like that.” You gestured in the direction that the man had gone. “But it felt real, so I… went with it.”

“Yeah you have.” He gave you a quick smile. “Because I’m pretty sure that I’ve -”

“You don’t count, Logan. You’re practically married, so… you flirting might be honest, but it’s not going to …” It’s not going to lead anywhere. I don’t know what’s worse - the robot blatantly doing it that could have led to … or Logan, who can’t … “Wait, you were hitting on me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to lighten the mood. “You must be losing your touch, because I -”

“Oh, shut up. You know I was.” It was Logan’s turn to take a drink, watching you from over the rim of his glass. “So what did you think? Cal an’ the two in the basement, and Gideon?” Cal? You mean the receptionist? “Yeah, he’s a Host, too. Like I said, we’re rotating the new Hosts through different positions, just to make sure that they can integrate into real situations, when it comes time.” He’s telling me their future plans like I… “So you’ve talked to two of ‘em, touched two of them.” I did, they were … they felt like … “And?”

“And … what?” You were confused, overstimulated, still in disbelief that because of a chance encounter, you’d gotten an opportunity to - in person - see and feel the Delos Hosts. “I had no idea at first, Logan. Is that how it is in the parks? Are -”

“No, they’re dialed back here. They have to be. The parks are meant to be … real, but still over the top. I can’t explain it. They’re tryin’ to get your attention from the second you step offa the train. It’s all a come-on, and everyone’s got a part to play. But here? They gotta fit in, blend in. There, you know that you’re interacting with them a lot of times, but here, you can’t know.

“Well they fooled me, Logan. Both of them, I -”

“Not entirely, though.” He looked slightly worried. “You said you noticed Gideon scratching -”

“Only because I was already focused on the way you were acting, Logan. Without you right here, I probably wouldn’t have …” Stop talking. The more you say, the more he’s… Logan wasn’t an idiot, and you knew that you’d likely already said too much. The look in his eyes confirmed your suspicions, and the next words he said solidified them.

“So you could tell I wasn’t… acting like myself?” You thought about lying to him - for a split second - making up an excuse that wouldn’t make it seem as if you were trying to read into his behavior - and then you didn’t.

“I could. Especially with Juliet. I don’t think any man would have the balls to talk about her like that in front of you.” You took a breath. “And I guess, Logan, that I don’t really think you’d just casually try to pawn me off on someone that I don’t -”

“You’re right.” He chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds. “On both counts, actually. The last person that … disrespected Juliet in front of me? He got what he deserved. Eventually.” You watched Logan’s eyes go cold, lip curling slightly. That’s a sore subject. “And you? You’re damn right that I wouldn’t just sit back and... “ He stopped himself and you felt your heart thud, though you knew it was pointless. He’s just being a good friend. “But a Host?” Logan let out a long breath, closing his eyes and smirking for a few seconds. “They’re built to be fuckin’ irresistable, so…” One eyebrow raised, Logan finished his sentence. “It’s not a problem.”

“So wait a second.” You took another bite, needing a few seconds. “Does that mean that if Ariella were to go to the parks, you wouldn’t bat an eye at seeing -”

“Nope.” He lifted a forkful of pasta salad to his lips, and when he’d swallowed, he spoke. “And I know that a lot of people think that’s bullshit, but as long as you know it’s not real? It makes it a hell of a lot easier to let your guard down, to look at it objectively.”

“What do you mean?” I get it, I think, but … “You could just watch her go off with one of them, knowing that -”

“I could. I have.” He took another long swallow of his drink. “And not just Hosts, either.” That’s… wait, what? “Everyone’s got a history, right? With people, you never know what the fuck the other person’s doing; where they’ve been or who they’ve been with. With the parks? Every Host gets taken offline and cleaned up between Guest encounters, so it doesn’t matter. We’ve gotta protect the people in the parks, and we’ve gotta do what’s right. There’s no risk. No diseases, no pregnancies, no attachments.” His words echoed your earlier thoughts, but Logan continued. “I could take you right now, to where Gideon is, and bring him back online completely. He’d start the conversation with you where it left off. You guys could do whatever, and then go your separate ways… but the next time he met you? He might not remember it, depending on what we’ve had him doing between. To him, it’s like nothin’ happened, when we reset him, even though it did.”

“Logan, that -”

“It’s safe. It’s smart. It’s efficient. Think about how many relationships could be saved if people went and fucked Hosts instead of real people? Think about how many fewer problems there’d be, people blowin’ off steam by goin’ to bed with -” He swore, cutting himself off, muttering under his breath. “D’you wanna do that? Go find Gideon, or maybe even Cal? Have some… we’ve got private rooms here, in the building, you could -” Why is he… why does he think I…

“No, Logan.” You narrowed your eyes. “Gideon was good looking, but that doesn’t mean that I … it doesn’t matter that he’s a Host, I’ve spoken to him for fifteen minutes, and I -” You paused. “That would have been like you and I fucking in the Whole Foods parking lot with that damn ice cream melting in your trunk.” He snorted at that, giving you a look that you couldn’t quite read. I don’t know what’s going on right now, but this isn’t the same… he’s thinking about something different, something … “It would be different if I was in a park, Logan, and we’d known each other for a couple minutes, because that’s … that’s what it’s supposed to be like. But out here? This is real life. I can’t just get back on a train and leave, it…” You’re explaining this really poorly.

“Aren’t you curious? You’ve seen ‘em. Felt them, talked with them. Don’t you want to -”

“Of course I’m curious, Logan, but that doesn’t mean … this is a lot to think about. I -”

“What do you think?” His tone changed again, Logan’s eyes once again filled with warmth. “You asked me if I thought it was cheating, fucking the Hosts in the park, but what do you -”

“It’s not.” You wet your lips. “It would probably be hard the first time, to know that someone I cared about was probably in bed with someo… something else, to see it happen, even just watching y… them walk away with the Host, but it… yeah, for the duration, it’s real, but… fuck, Logan, if I’m paying $40,000 a day? If they are paying $40,000 a day? Fuck all the robots you want and get your money’s worth.” That got a laugh from Logan, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grinned.

“I’m offerin’ you, right now, the chance. No forty grand, no park, no … strings. You and onea those two, in a -”

“No. Thank you, Logan, but no.” This is… are we really having this conversation? “If I’m going to sleep with one of the Hosts, I want it to be… the real circumstances, not just one basically hand delivered to me by the fucking CEO of the company that’s designing them.” And I don’t really want a Host, either, I… “What does that say about me, hmm?” You tilted your head to one side. “Need someone to play matchmaker for me, and the match isn’t even a real…”

“You don’t need me.” Logan interrupted. “I’m just in a position to offer you somethin’ you can’t refuse for a hell of a lot less than the going rate.” The playful tone was back in Logan’s voice, but you still heard some hesitation. What is … why? “Except you’re refusing it. Are you sure? Gideon’s a hell of a -”

“I’m sure.” Though you were surprised to hear yourself reply so quickly, you were certain of your answer. “I appreciate it, but I…” You shrugged. “He might be designed to be perfect, but I’ll be honest and tell you he’s not what I usually go for.” You saw that Logan was surprised, but the man kept quiet, raising one hand and lifting his shoulder in a shrug. Not even close.

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The following weeks kept Logan busy with finalizing contracts, the man flying between LA and Boston for work multiple times. Though he kept in touch with you via text, you didn’t see each other again, and Logan thought that it was likely for the best. Because the last time she .. she gave me a lot to think about.

You’d picked up on his behavior both in front of the Host room and in the cafeteria, though you didn’t know him well. You’d paid more attention to him than to the Hosts that you’d been confronted with, even while Logan had seen you eyeing Gideon, almost in disbelief. And that was before she knew. It had been wrong of him to surprise you with so much information in so little time, but Logan had wanted to see your genuine reaction to the Hosts, and if he’d clued you in, it would have ruined everything. And she … she didn’t …

The disbelief he’d understood. Seeing and meeting them for the first time was special, even if their true potential wasn’t on display. But what he hadn’t understood was how quick you were to turn down the opportunity to get closer to either of the two men, though it was apparent that you understood the true stakes of the offer itself. She didn’t care. It wasn’t just about … the experience. You didn’t think that you’d ever make it to one of the parks, and were still willing to turn down the chance to take a Host to bed, no strings attached. Wish my fiancée was the same.

Your questions and comments about cheating, about the safety of being with Hosts had gotten to Logan, and though he knew that you had no idea about his relationship’s parameters, he’d been unable to stop thinking about what you’d said - and how you’d said it. She meant it. Really didn’t think I was honestly flirting with her, was surprised at me saying that I’ve watched Ariella… I’m sure she saw the way I reacted to talking about all those relationships. He swore under his breath, propping his feet up on the railing of the balcony. And then I tried to fucking get her to go off with …

The look in your eyes as he’d suggested you sleeping with one of the Hosts had surprised him the most. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you’d take the opportunity if presented with it under normal circumstances, but he’d put you on the spot, and he knew it. But she… Instead of agreeing out of shock and excitement, you’d turned his offer down repeatedly, providing him with legitimate explanations for your refusal. There was something she didn’t say, though. He lifted the beer bottle to his lips, taking a long drink as the LA skyline twinkled in front of him. Something she was thinking. If Gideon - or Cal - weren’t your type, then what was? There’s gotta be…

He’d told William once that the park managed to seduce everyone at some point, and while he’d been trying to make the man understand what he was in store for, Logan believed the words himself. The park, the Hosts, the stakes … it’s a lot. But she … she’s still...

The more he got to know you, the more he wanted to understand. She’s not like … Logan’s mind drifted to his fiancée, and at the realization that she’d be back in Los Angeles within sixteen hours, Logan winced. Ariella woulda fucked them both, no questions asked. The woman had very few boundaries, and despite the fact that she was wearing a diamond he’d given her on her finger, that deficiency extended to the bedroom - and to her partners. She’s here for my dad’s party, and then we’ll have some meetings on Sunday with vendors, and then she’ll be gone again, and I … He rubbed a hand over his entire face, letting out a sigh. “Same fuckin’ thing.”

Staring up at the slowly darkening sky, Logan watched as the clouds moved across it, his mind racing. He truly didn’t care about the Host interactions, because that was what the parks were for. But each week that passed, each time he checked the woman’s private accounts, or his lawyers had to race to keep stories from leaking about her indiscretions, the amount that he cared about their future decreased, too. Might not be a traditional relationship, but goddamn, she could at least … He knew he was a catch - educated, wealthy, good looking - but Logan’s self esteem dropped each time he saw his fiancée, the woman barely lukewarm toward him, unless she knew the cameras were on. I was in bed with her more when we weren’t anything serious. Who would have …

Logan finished his drink and stood, striding back through the living room and into his kitchen, opening the drawer where Ariella had stashed the small container of drugs. I can’t believe this is … Setting the bottle down on the counter, he picked up the tin, turning it over in his fingers, a frown on his face. He felt the faint pull, deep in his chest, thinking about the days when he wouldn’t have thought twice about opening it and seeing what she’d left for him; carrying it into the master bathroom and dumping out a small mound of the white powder onto the back of his hand, covering one knuckle. It’d be easy. His fingers curled, the container solid in his hand. She might not even remember it’s here, so she wouldn’t know it’s gone. He lowered his head. Or maybe when she gets here, we can say fuck Jim’s party, and…

But before that thought could continue, Juliet’s face - and then Emily’s flashed through his mind. Juliet’s features were schooled into the same mixture of sadness and fear that he’d seen when he woke up in the hospital after Westworld, Emily’s eyes filled with disappointment. I can’t do that. Not to them, not again. Not to myself. His eyes opened and he glanced down, head shaking back and forth before he set the container back down and slid the drawer shut. She’s not worth it. He knew it to be true - knew that every moment following the agreement that they made, every second of their relationship was worse than the last, but Logan was hesitant to let himself focus on it. I can’t. It’ll ruin everything, but no one … no one notices, no one sees…

At that thought, Logan also thought of you, the way you’d noticed his actions, noticed the subtle changes in his demeanor after only spending a few hours with him. He thought of the way you spoke to him - unafraid to question him, and even less afraid to tell him the truth, even when it differed from what he said or thought. She would notice. He knew that it was the truth - knew that the moment you saw him and Ariella together, you’d know something wasn’t right. Maybe that would be … He sighed, moving down the hallway and into his bedroom, laying down atop the blankets and folding one arm back beneath his head. But then I’d need to explain, and she wouldn’t … it’d be like I was lying to her, and I’m not. I just can’t … “Fuck.” He closed his eyes. “God fucking dammit.”

He’d never done so much as touch you anywhere but the arm or the back of your neck; hadn’t even come close to kissing you or holding you, but Logan couldn’t deny that he was interested in you. And it’s not … not even physical, it’s… everything. He wouldn’t act on it - even with the arrangement he had in place with Ariella - because Logan knew that you deserved more. And I think it’s … I don’t think it would be as easy as … He rubbed his eyes with one hand but didn’t reopen them. And if she knew, it would mean that I’d either have to refuse to say anything else, or … or tell her about Billy, and what started this whole thing.

The extent of the William Incident was something that very few people knew. Juliet knew all of it; his therapist knew everything, too. Ariella knew that he’d had a bad experience, but he hadn’t ever found the will to explain to her - preferring to only blame his drug use and excessively destructive lifestyle to nearly dying in the desert, without detailing it. And fucking Jim still doesn’t believe me, otherwise he wouldn’t have … Logan swore again, letting out a long breath. He’d never truly wanted to tell anyone, because the more Logan thought about it, the more he blamed himself - for taking William, for pushing him, for not seeing the signs until it was too late. Do I want to tell someone?

There were days he believed that it would have been easier if he’d died in the desert - all of his shares in the company and his fortune rolling over into a trust meant for any future children of Juliet’s when they turned 18, the only stipulation that they not be touched by William in any way, shape or form. Fucking him out of that would have been something that he didn’t expect, and it would have… ruined him. That got a small smile from Logan, eyes cracking open as he turned his head toward the window. “But I didn’t.” He repeated the words, sitting up. “I’m still here, and still at Delos, and he isn’t.”

Logan pushed himself into a sitting position and swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet flat on the floor. If it came down to it - and you ever met Ariella - Logan knew that you’d have tons of questions for him. But would I answer? He frowned, lower lip jutting out. Do I want her to ask? He sighed, standing. And what would Ariella … would she say anything? Would she see the way… “The way what, Delos? She’s your friend, and …” But if I wasn’t engaged, I think it would be… “Different.”

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“Ari, come on.” He was sitting on the couch, one arm stretched out over the back of it. “We’re gonna be late, we’ve gotta stop over and pick up Jules on the way.” His eyes were on the TV, a movie playing on low volume. “You -”

“I’m ready, Logan.” He turned his head at the sound of her voice, Logan’s eyes landing on the redhead. “I don’t know why we’re not taking a car, it makes -”

“Because I need to be able to leave whenever I want to.” He stood, swallowing. “”You look great, Ari. That’s a -” His hand landed on her hip, and the woman’s hands moved to his chest, palms flat. “That’s a good color on you.” He wasn’t lying - the woman did look great, the navy blue cocktail dress hugging all of her curves, her long hair swept over one shoulder and held in place by a jeweled clip. “You look like you got some sun, too, you -”

“You never know who’s going to be at these things, Logan.” She rose onto her toes, kissing his cheek. “Have to make a good impression, right?” No, you don’t, because you’re going to be my wife. No one will … But he didn’t say anything in response, pulling away from the woman and grabbing his jacket from where it was hanging over the back of a chair, folding it over his arm. “Who made the guest list this time, Logan? Anyone I’d know on it?” Probably.

They rode the elevator down, Logan reciting some of the people’s names that would likely be there, Ariella rifling through her purse as she half listened. You asked, and now you … He rolled his eyes as the two of them exited into the garage, the woman waiting until Logan had opened the door for her to lower herself into the seat. As he slid into his side, buckling his seatbelt, Logan turned the car on and backed out of his spot, hearing the woman let out a breath. “What?”

“Can we turn the air on, Logan? It’s disgusting here, it’s so sticky out -” Oh, you better not have … He swung his head to look at her, eyes landing on the woman’s nose before they moved up. But Ariella’s eyes were clear and there was no powder beneath either nostril. So she’s just complaining. Got it. But he flipped the dial, and within only a few seconds, the interior had cooled off. “So why are we picking up Juliet? I thought she’d drive herself, maybe bring -”

“She didn’t want to drive herself, and as far as I know, she didn’t ask anyone to go with her.” Logan turned onto 10, shaking his head. “So I offered to drive her, because I figured it’d be easier.” And because she’ll have to head home earlier because of Emily. “Besides, it’ll give the two of you more time to talk, since you haven’t seen each other in a while.” Logan knew that Juliet wasn’t the biggest fan of Ariella, and that she felt somewhat responsible for Logan’s situation. But she doesn’t need to. It’s my own … He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, merging onto 110. “Ari, I set up a couple appointments for tomorrow. A wedding planner and a -”

“Yeah, about that.” She reached over, letting her hand rest on his knee. “Logan, I don’t … Do we have to meet with them? Can’t we just pick one, and then put them into contact with…” Logan groaned, feeling more disappointed than he thought he would. She doesn’t even … “I’ve already narrowed down the dresses, and I think that I’ve found a way to sell the first look at …”

“We have nothing planned, and you’re already worrying about who you can sell a story to?” Logan switched lanes, fingers flexing on the steering wheel. “Doesn’t that seem -”

“We’ve set a date, Logan. Everything else will fall into place.” She squeezed his knee and then pulled her hand away. “I can have my publicist get ahold of yours so that we can coordinate, but honestly? I don’t… Logan, it’s not like this is …” Yeah. I know. “We might as well make the most of it, right? Get as much out of the whole thing as possible? We don’t need to plan it, we just need to show up.” That’s not what I… But he again fell silent as they continued to drive, Logan unsure of what to say to the woman. So she’s taking it less seriously than I am. I should have known, but … He let out a breath, glancing over at the woman and was unsurprised to see that she’d pulled her phone out, her full attention on the device. I could ask her what she’s been… but I don’t want to fight. I just want to… “Look, right on time.”

She finally spoke again as they pulled around a dark blue SUV and into Juliet’s driveway, the gate open. We are. Actually, we’re a few minutes early. “Do you want to come in and see Em? It’s been -”

“I guess.” The woman shrugged. “I haven’t really ever spent much time with her, so I don’t know how …” For the first time in as long as he could remember, Ariella looked truly uncomfortable, a small frown on her face. “Does she know who I am?” She does, but …

“Yeah, Ari. Of course she does.” He grinned, running one hand through his hair and sliding his keys into his pocket. “Come on.” They walked across the driveway and up to the front door, Logan knocking once before pushing down on the handle and opening it. “Jules? We’re here.” They stepped into the entryway, Logan glancing around the corner. “Em?” He heard the little girl before he saw her; an excited shriek of his name followed by the sound of her footsteps as she ran toward them. Probably in her playroom. The little girl rounded the corner, her arms held out to Logan, who crouched over and reached for her, the grin never leaving his face. At least someone’s happy to see me. He hugged the girl to his chest, turning his head toward Ariella, who was watching with the same uncomfortable smile on her face, but what Logan wasn’t expecting was a second set of footsteps following the little girl’s, abruptly stopping along with the movement that he saw out of the corner of his eye. What … Squeezing Emily one more time, he set her down, still staring. There’s… why? In disbelief, Logan stood up again, lips parted slightly as he said your name, confused. “What are you -”

“Juliet’s babysitter canceled last minute.” You shrugged, taking a step into the room and toward Logan and Ariella, even as Emily returned to your side, one arm going around your bare leg and your fingers barely brushing the top of her head. “And I was supposed to come over tomorrow anyway, so I …” You shrugged. “I just said I’d watch Em, so Juliet didn’t have to miss the party, and …” He heard it - the slight waver of your voice as you looked between him and Ariella, your eyes never lingering on either of them. “So, while you guys are eating all of that fancy food and drinking that alcohol, and schmoozing... Emily and I are going to swim, and roast marshmallows, and …” He heard his niece giggle, watching as you looked back down. “Have fun, right?”

The little girl nodded and Logan felt himself smiling as he watched the two of you interact, you barely paying attention to Logan and Ariella. Where are you, Jules? Why didn’t you … Logan’s heart was thumping in his chest, and he felt closer to panic than he had in months, but he wasn’t quite sure why. “How do you two know each other?” Ariella finally spoke, stepping forward, her heels clicking against the floor. “Are you a friend of -”

“Logan and I met in a Whole Foods like … six weeks ago?” You tilted your head to one side. “He was buying a card for his housekeeper’s kid, and we talked for a few minutes.” You took a breath, clearing your throat. “Emily, go ahead back into the playroom. I’ll be there in a little while.” But before she did as you asked, the little girl let go of you and sprinted back toward Logan, her arms held out for another hug, which he gave her without pause, telling her to be good for you. As she disappeared through the doorway, you stepped closer to Logan and Ariella, blinking. “And after that, he introduced me to Juliet, because I live kind of close, and …” You shrugged. “It worked out, because…” Logan glanced at Ariella, watching as she assessed you, her eyes slightly narrowed, but still curious. What is… she’s never … “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, Ariella, from both Logan and J-”

“I haven’t heard anything about you.” Her tone bored, Ariella stepped away from Logan, reaching up with her left hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. Why is she… “Are you sleeping with Logan? You should.” He sucked in a breath at the woman’s question, Logan’s eyes going back to you and seeing yours widen, head jerking back in surprise. “You’re not really his type, but it wouldn’t…”

“Ari.” He finally spoke. “Stop, there’s -” But you scoffed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“What kind of a question is that? He’s engaged. He’s been very upfront about that since the second I met him and realized who he was. So no, Ariella, I’m not fucking your fiance.” You didn’t flinch as you spoke, which impressed Logan, the man focused entirely on the way that you were holding your ground, arms loosely by your sides. “Besides, even if I wanted to, Logan’s not the kind of person to cheat on -”

“You didn’t tell her?” Ariella laughed, looking away from you and back at Logan. “Really?” No, because it’s part of the fucking … “Oh, you...” Ariella laughed again, refocusing on you. “He’s engaged, but it isn’t a real…” Stop it, Ari.

“Hello, Ariella.” The three of you looked up, seeing that Juliet was standing on the stairs, arms crossed over her chest. “So good to see you.” Logan caught the ice in his sister’s tone. “Thank you for coming to get me, Logan. I’m almost ready, I just need to say goodbye to Emily, and then we can go.” He nodded, still feeling slightly numb. I need to … But he wasn’t sure what he needed to do, and though he’d thought that he wanted you to meet Ariella, the fact that it was actually happening had unsettled him.

“Juliet, it’s great to see you.” Ariella smiled brightly. “While you go and say goodbye to Emily, I’m going to go and use your bathroom. It’s so hot out, I want to check my makeup.” Juliet waved a hand vaguely at the stairs as she crossed the hallway toward where you stood, and without even acknowledging Logan, his fiancee stepped past him, taking the stairs quickly. I should follow Juliet, spend a few more minutes with Emily.

“You look great, Logan.” He heard you speaking, finally finding it in himself to meet your gaze. “It’s been a couple weeks, your hair got long.” It did. You hadn’t moved, still standing in the doorway, but you’d crossed your arms, a small frown on your face. “I didn’t realize …”

“Thank you.” Logan watched you, unsure of what to say. “I need to get it cut, but I don’t…”

“Nah, it makes you look younger.” You finally cracked a smile, but he saw the confusion in your eyes. “I’m sorry, Logan. I don’t know why she assumed that -” No. Don’t you dare apologize.

“She assumed it because that’s what she thinks of me.” He shrugged, deciding to say as much as he could without saying anything. “I’m used to it, and I should be, because of my past, but …” He wet his lips, frowning. “She had… no right.”

“She should know that. Maybe not about me, because she doesn’t know me, but she’s marrying you, Logan, she should …” You looked up, sighing. “It’s not my business. And neither is …” Swallowing hard, you looked at him again, and instinctively, Logan knew what was coming. “What did she mean, Logan? That you’re engaged, but it’s not … not a real what?” He expected it from you - the direct questioning - but still didn’t know how to answer. He paused, searching your face for a few seconds, but before he could reply, Juliet spoke again from behind you.

“That might be a conversation for another day, hmm?” He watched as the woman squeezed your arm. “We’ve got to leave, and if you guys get into that, it’ll…” She grinned, but Logan could tell that she was unsettled, too. “Em’s playing with her dollhouse, she knows that she has to listen to you, and I think she’ll be good.”

“She will.” Logan spoke, pushing his fingers through his hair again as Juliet stepped past you and next to him. “You won’t have any problems. And if you do?” He widened his smile. “Tell her Uncle Logan’s going to -”

“Uncle Logan’s going to what?” Everyone’s attention went back to the stairs, Ariella descending quickly, one hand on the railing. “Usually that threat comes before he takes his clothes -” Stop it. Logan’s eyes were on the woman’s face, and it only took him a few seconds to see that she was once again out of it, pupils wide and the smile on her face artificial. You couldn’t even wait until we … He heard Juliet hiss from next to him and Logan fought back a wince, his eyes going to you for a brief second. She looks disappointed. “He’s good at making threats… promises… you name it.” He felt Ariella’s hand on his arm, her fingers curling around the space just beneath his elbow. “He’s good at a lot of things. You sure you haven’t -”

“How’d he propose to you, Ariella?” You cut her off, and Logan watched the forced smile on your face, the expression not reaching your eyes. That’s the question she asks? “I saw the pictures in some of the magazines and online, but I’ve been really curious about how he …” What is she doing? Why does she… But Logan realized that you were trying to redirect the woman, reminding her that you knew he was off limits - and Logan didn’t think he’d ever appreciated something more. “I bet it’s a really good story.”

“You know, I don’t…” Ariella laughed. “I don’t even remember where we were when he asked.” Logan couldn’t stop the recoil at her words, his mouth dropping open. I didn’t … really? “Oh, come on, Logan. It’s not that big of a deal. We’d been drinking a lot, and it was mostly for show anyway, because we knew that the press was expecting it, so I guess…” She turned her head toward him, smirking. “He probably remembers, though. Logan remembers everything.”

“It’s time to go.”Juliet spoke again, her voice even frostier than it had been. “Logan, are you ready?” I’ve been ready. “If you need me, call. I can be back here in half an hour.” Logan watched you collect yourself and then nod at the woman, keeping your eyes averted. She must have so many …

“We’ll be fine, Juliet. I promise.” Your voice didn’t waver, but Logan heard something in it, a thinly veiled concern, maybe. I … she… “Hope you guys have a good time.” We won’t. You didn’t say anything else, instead turning away and beginning to step out of the room, but Ariella said your name, telling you to stop. What is …

“I meant it.” You looked back over your shoulder at them, and Logan again froze, waiting. “You really should see what he’s like in bed before we get married and he’s not allowed anymore.” The woman laughed and Logan couldn’t stop himself from pulling his arm away from her, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “He might not have told you what the deal is, but I’m here - right here - telling you that I don’t care what he does.” She raised an eyebrow at Logan, lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Everything stops when we get married, but not a second before, right darling?” He felt rage, the emotion coursing through his blood stronger than it ever had before; moreso than when William had left him in the desert, stronger than when Juliet and his father hadn’t believed him, sharper than when he’d been disappointed in himself for making such destructive and dangerous choices about his health. Because this isn’t just about me. This is … “Then again,” Ariella drawled out the words, her accent all but disappearing. “Someone like you might not be able to stop when it’s time, since I’m positive you’ve never had anyone like Logan before.”

You blinked twice and Logan saw that you were close to tears. Unacceptable. “Enough. It’s time to go.” He reached for her arm, gripping it with his long fingers and pulling her back toward the door. “You’re being a real asshole, Ari.” She only laughed, wrenching herself out of his grip and turning toward the door, her back to you without another word. Juliet moved too, following the other woman, but Logan focused on you, his mouth opening and closing a few times, though he didn’t speak. What do I even… Rather than saying anything, you closed your eyes, shaking your head back and forth before opening them again, gaze locked on Logan’s face. You mouthed the word “go”, reaching up to swipe beneath your eye with a knuckle, biting down on one corner of your lip, and while it was the last thing he wanted to do, Logan felt his shoulders slumping as he did what you asked. I hope she … hope she lets me explain, lets me apologize…

But Logan had the sinking feeling in his stomach that the friendship that the two of you had built up over the previous weeks had been damaged beyond repair due to Ariella’s interference - and the information he’d kept from you, despite the necessity of doing so.

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almostkoo · 4 years ago

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Sampler Special | Jeon Jungkook

pairings: jeon jungkook x oc

summary: oc is a new worker at a “human buffet” for vampires to feed, jungkook is a new vampire and neither one of them really knows what to do

word count: 1.8k

warnings: unedited borderline crack, language and 1 (one) use of the word sex

authors note: this is part of my spooktober stories to celebrate this halloween ! i always get so nervous uploading so i’m nervous now but i hope you guys enjoy :]

Standing across from the old brick building you felt intimidated, you wrapped your arms around yourself tighter in an attempt to keep the chilly autumn breeze from slipping further up into the sleeves of your windbreaker.

Roughly a week ago you vented your frustrations about having no money, one of your classmates and friend Jimin told you about a .. sort of underground eatery of sorts called the Blood Bath. It was a small restaurant that local vampires attended to get their fix. They were looking for more donors to hire and Jimin, who worked there told you they were hiring and gave you the heads up. Naturally, one would be a little worried about letting a vampire feed off them. you’d heard enough scary stories growing up about vampires snapping their prey's necks when they were done feeding, but that’s exactly what it was. You had met a few vampires growing up and they were wonderful people. You couldn’t imagine any of them doing such a thing.

What's the worst that could happen ?

Taking a deep breath you picked your head up, taking confident strides towards the building. You pushed the door open immediately feeling warm air wash over you. Your eyes scanned the room you stood in which seemed to be a waiting room, behind the front desk stood Jimin, dressed very different than his over sized hoodies and beanies you often saw him in during your shared literature lectures.

You walked over to the front desk where Jimin greeted you dressed in a black mesh top, his ash blonde hair slicked back and out of the way.

“You look .. very comfortable.” Jimin stated, giving you the once over, you were dressed in your windbreaker, jeans and crocs.

Let’s not even get into the worn out Sailor Moon hoodie under your windbreaker.

“Was I supposed to wear something specific?” you asked, Jimin shrugged making a face.

“I mean you look like you just came from the library doing a study session.”

“I did, how did you know?” you whispered. Jimin opened and closed his mouth like a fish gasping for water. He took a sigh before shaking his head.

“You know what never mind, you’ll be good if any of the fresh ones come in tonight. Your relaxed attire might be more refreshing instead of all of this” Jimin gestured to his clothing. “let me just show you where you’ll be this evening.” Jimin walked from behind the front desk. He took you down a hallway full of doors. He stopped in front of one of the doors closer to the end of the hallway and opened it.

“Here’s where you will be serving tonight.” he said with a smile. The room was dim lit, various cushions and pillows adorned the floor, a brown loveseat was in the corner of the room with a throw on it, tapestries hung on the wall. it seemed very cozy, a little cliche but cozy and comfortable.

“There’s some incense around here if you wanna burn some. So you can just wait here and I'll escort someone back here when they show up, there’s outlets here too if you wanna charge your phone and relax while you wait.” He stated. You walked in the room taking a seat on the couch.

“Just a few things before I go. Be careful and set boundaries. Put your guard up and don’t let it down. I’ll be careful who I send back here but keep that in mind.” Jimin winked at you and left the room. You sat on the couch, rigid with perfect posture. You couldn’t allow yourself to relax. You were nervous. You could hear soft music playing from the rooms on the side of you. What was going on in those rooms besides vampires feeding….you had no clue and wanted to remain blissfully ignorant. Your fingers drummed against your legs, pulling your phone out of your pocket you attempted scrolling through Twitter. Nothing new was popping up on your feed. You ended up settling on playing Bubble Witch. After a few minutes and a couple of failed attempts at passing the current level of Bubble Witch you were stuck on, you heard a soft tapping at the door. The door cracked open and Jimin stuck his head in.

“I have somebody for you.” Jimin opened the door fully and from behind Jimin stood a taller boy, he looked young most likely around your age or should you say he probably was around your age due to the predicament you all were currently in. He had on sunglasses that hid his eyes and under the bridge of his eyes, a prominent nose that seemed to fit his face perfectly and smaller lips. He was dressed in all black with piercings adorning his ears. “This is Jungkook” Jimin pushed the boy, Jungkook in front of him. Seeing him closer you could see that he was built. “he’s new and you’re new so this should be a pretty good mashup. I explained to Jungkook the rules so everything else is between the both of you. If you need help or any assistance just shout. Hopefully you won’t. I have to go. My favorite customer Taehyung showed up.”Jimin waved as he left. Jungkook stood in the middle of the floor playing with his hands. You looked around the room awkwardly as if you were on camera waiting for a director to yell action.

“So uh are you gonna just stand there all evening or did you maybe want to take a seat?” you offered, shuffling over on the couch so you no longer sat in the middle. Jungkook tread over and sat next to you on the couch, with little to no room between the both of you. You took notice over the lack of heat radiating from him.

“You’re new to this too? Jimin said that right?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah it’s my first night on the job I’m just trying to make some spare money.” you ended with a hum. Jungkook nodded. You saw him push his hands into his front pockets, hunching in an attempt to make himself seem smaller. You sighed in slight annoyance wanting this to be over quick.

“So have you fed from a human before?”

“Uh, n-no no. I’ve only drank from blood bags that my friend Hoseok gave me. Then the first time, after I changed from a deer. But it was too messy. I didn’t like that so that’s why I’m here.” Jungkook shrugged.

“Okay so how do you want to do this? We got my neck or maybe my wrist? I don’t know what’s better for you or what you want to try.” you asked, waving your hands around awkwardly. Jungkook opened his mouth, hesitating before answering. “Can I try your neck? If that’s okay. I mean I know you said it was but I just-” Jungkook shook his head. “I’m sorry.”he laughed, bashfully.

“Okay. Promise you won’t roast my sweatshirt.” you said, reaching for your zipper.

“What’s wrong with it?” “It’s a little childish but it’s my most comfortable hoodie. I didn’t think to get so dressed up for the occasion. I didn’t know what to expect.”

Jungkook paused before placing his hand over yours that rested against your leg. Rubbing his thumb along the side of your hand.

“Not to be weird or anything but it’s both our first time doing.. something like this. So it’s okay we can both take our time, figure this out and be awkward together.” He smiled softly and you immediately started cracking up. Jungkook's expression shifted into something of confusion pulling away from you. “I’m sorry! It’s not that I’m laughing at you. The way you phrased it made it sound like we’re about to have sex or something. I’m sorry.” you said quickly straightening up. You pulled the zipper down of your windbreaker, showcasing your hoodie. You looked up. Jungkook had taken his sunglasses off revealing big, round bright red eyes. You looked deeply into them before Jungkook turned his head away from your gaze.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I am ruining this. Should I just go back to the front desk and ask for someone else?” he asked. “What just happened to all of that working through the awkwardness together? I just didn’t know your eyes were so uh.. bright .”

“Well I haven’t fed in like two weeks. So I’m kind of hungry.” he mumbled. Realization hit you quick.

“Well shit let’s get this show on the road. Don’t wanna make you wait any longer. I’ll just tap you if I’m feeling lightheaded.” you pulled the zipper down of your hoodie just a little bit further to reveal your neck and collarbone. Being careful of how low you pulled the zipper down remembering that you didn’t wear anything underneath. Jungkook’s half lidded eyes ran over your neck. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. Your eyes darted down to him, you could see his fangs slightly ghosting above his bottom lip. It was almost like you could feel the thumping of your heart in your ears. You felt a sharp pain that quickly ebbed away. You could feel Jungkook’s lips against your neck as his tongue swiped back and forth over the bite mark and he drank more and more from your neck.

Quickly you felt yourself getting lightheaded as if someone was trying to pull your brain out of head through your ear canal. You started tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder. Before he pulled away from you rapidly wiping away the blood that was around his mouth.

“Are you okay? I didn’t drink too much, did I?” he grabbed your shoulders, holding you forward. Newly brown eyes scanning your face. Man, is he cute. You thought to yourself. “I’m fine, nothing a turkey sandwich and a juice box can’t fix.” you joked. Jungkook didn’t seem to take to your joking mood. He still looked nervous. You patted his side. “Jungkook, I’m serious I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I feel better. Not as hungry anymore. Maybe that’s nothing a turkey sandwich can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Maybe .. you know we should get turkey sandwiches together sometime if you want?” you asked.

“In all honesty I’m more of a ham sandwich type of guy myself.”

“Subway has ham, they also have turkey and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies too. So we both win.” you shrugged.

“How about I give you my number and we can set something up?” he asked. You nodded in agreement quickly exchanging numbers. Jungkook stood up making his way towards the door.

“Thank you for making jokes and attempting to lessen the awkwardness in the air. I appreciated it.”

“Thank you for not draining me like a capri sun.” you smiled. Jungkook threw his head back letting out a laugh.

“I’ll see you later.” he said, exiting the room. You leaned back, finally relaxing back into the couch. Rubbing your neck you thought back to yourself. This wasn’t so bad. So far one person came through and you were still completely intact. The worst case scenario didn’t occur and you ended up with a cute guys number.

Maybe you could do this again.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfics #bts imagines #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bangtan x reader #jungkook smut #fic:sampler special #writer:almostkoo #spooktober 2020

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brandyllyn · 4 years ago

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War makes thieves, and peace hangs them (pt5)

Told from POV of Triple Frontier characters and while it’s an OFC she is never described. Her “name” is a radio handle (Wildcat).

Summary: Getting ready for the op, Wildcat and Santiago find themselves on a private channel. (Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Other chapters... My Masterlist

Word count: 2100. Read it on AO3.

Rating: R? NC-17? (Explicit) language. dirty talk.

"Here," Wildcat presses a small piece of silicon into Santi’s hand and he held it up. "They work off bone conduction, can just about pick up your thoughts." She hands him a cell phone. "I’ve got everything wired right now through this handheld. It should automatically temper the sound so it won’t matter what volume we’re talking at - it’ll modulate it into a narrow range." She grins, "Don’t want to blow out your ear drum."

Santi turns the earbud over in his fingers before pressing it into his right ear. "Comms check?"

She glances up at him, "Loud and clear."

It’s an odd sensation, he hears her voice like normal, but also simultaneously like she’s right inside his head with him. "What’s the range on these?"

"About a hundred yards." She taps a button on the phone in his hand and he no longer hears her echoing. Then she pulls a black beanie out of her bag, settling it on her head and making sure all her hair is tucked away. "Please remember that I won’t be on main comms. If there’s anything I need to know you’re going to have to repeat it to me."

"Yeah, about that-" he starts but she cuts him off.

"One of your giant radios is going to be too obvious. No way. I need to at least be capable of blending in."

Santi looks her up and down. She’s got on a pair of dirty jeans and a grey t-shirt. The jeans are loose, falling straight down her legs and hiding the curves of her body. The t-shirt… "What did you do to your-" he gestures at her chest.

She squats at her bag, slipping a knife into one boot and another behind her belt. "Left them back at the hotel." At his raised eyebrow she grins. "Didn’t you know all boobs are detachable?"

"We talking about boobs in here?" Will’s voice precedes him into the room.

Wildcat turns to him with a smile. "We should always be talking about boobs. They’re amazing."

"I don’t like it," Santi grunts.

"Boobs?" Benny asks with an incredulous look following behind Will, Frankie a few feet behind him.

"This," Santi gestures at Wildcat. "I don’t like you not being on primary comms. The delay could cost you." He looks at her once more, "I also wish you’d wear some armor."

She sighs, heavy and strained. "If someone sees me from the corner of their eye I need to look like I belong. One of your radios and a flak jacket will ruin the mirage."

"Ain’t no one mistaking you for a narco Wildcat," Frankie points out and Santi gives him an approving look before looking back at her.

"Yes. Exactly," Santi agrees vehemently.

She kicks her bag under the nearby table and then stands up to her full height, hands on her hips. "Look. You hired me to do this because I’m really fucking good at my job. So back off and accept I know more than you about how to do this." She holds up the keyset she lifted just fifteen minutes ago, "Unless one of you wants to gather the intel from an active safe house? No? Then I’ll say it again. Let me do my fucking job."

A quick dip of his chin is all he gives her and she doesn’t say anything in return. Instead she checks her watch, leaning to look out a crack in the papers covering the window. "How long we got?"

"Hour, give or take." Ben replies, sitting and leaning a chair back against the wall.

Santi pulls his 9mm out of its holster. Checks the magazine, checks there isn’t one chambered, and then hands it and the holster to Wildcat. "You’re going in there with more than a knife on you. And you can’t tell me a gun will be out of place. It will look odd if you don’t have one."

She wrinkles her nose but nods, repeating his motions and checking the safety before hooking the holster onto the back of her pants.

"Might as well have kept the bullets Pope," Ben says with a smirk.

"You can fuck off," Wildcat mutters, looking out the window.

Pope raises an eyebrow. "What’s this?"

"Wildcat can’t shoot for shit," Ben laughs.

"Really?" This from Frankie who had finally stopped blushing every time he looked at her.

Wildcat grunts, turning away from the window and back to them. "I have a different skillset."

"How bad?" Will asks.

She shuts her eyes for a moment before shrugging. "Bad."

"Hey didn’t you wash out of SEAL training 'cause of it?" Ben asks.

She spins on him, "Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?"

"How did you even make it out of basic?" Ben continues to needle.

A thunk echoes in the room and Ben turns his head slowly, his cheek grazing the knife that had appeared in the wall next to him. Frankie gives a low whistle and even Will gives her a more appraising look. Santi hadn’t even seen her move.

"I said I have a different skillset," she grits out before walking over and pulling the knife out. Santi is watching but as soon as it comes out of the wall it just… disappears. Somewhere.

"Enough," Santi snaps and everyone stands up a little straighter. "It’s time to get into place." No one needs a reminder, the moment the words are out everyone starts moving. Wildcat takes the phone out of his hand, turning the screen on and showing him the earbud controls before turning everything on and tucking the phone into his vest.

"Be careful," he tells her and sees her brows draw down but she nods and slips out the back door.

Santi grabs their gear and heads up to the empty apartment. The narcos knew his face which meant he was stuck running ops. From the apartment above he had a good view of the street out the window and Will and Frankie would be placing cameras. Ben would be on the corner, doing a much better job of pretending to read the paper than Frankie had. Will would be with Wildcat, ready to boost her up and then move to the extraction point. Frankie was on getaway car.

-Pope Pope, Ironhead.-

Santi reaches down to his radio. -Ironhead go.-

-Wildcat is up, moving to secondary.-

-Copy that Ironhead.-

"I see my babysitter has already contacted you." The voice purrs inside his head and Santi shifts his weight on his feet, looking down at the building across the street. He can’t see her, knows he can’t. Until Will got his camera setup he wouldn’t be able to see her.

"Shouldn’t you be keeping quiet right now?" he asks, scanning the street for signs of her anyway.

A low laugh, "I’m twenty feet off the ground. And I’m whispering. I can barely hear me."

"Well, you shouldn’t be distracting me," he says.

"From what? We’ve got at least fifteen minutes to kill." A pause and he can almost hear her brain working. "I can think of some fun ways to spend fifteen minutes."

He groans, "No. Absolutely not."

"Aw, Pope, why so serious? Don’t you ever have fun on these jobs?"

"No," he says again, even more firmly.

"That’s too bad," he hears a low hum and can feel it travel through his body, curling his toes. "I guess I’ll just have to entertain myself."

"Do not," he warns but she just laughs, low and dark. "I’ll turn your channel off," the note of caution in his voice should be enough to scare anybody.

"No you won’t. You won’t risk something happening to me while you’ve got me muted." Fuck she was right. Had called his bluff. "Which means that you, sexy man, are at my mercy."

Santi leans his head against the windowpane for a second, careful not to disturb the curtain he was peering around. "Didn’t you get enough of me last night?"

"Oh no," she is definitely purring now. Her voice low and sensual. "I don’t think I did. In fact, I think tonight you should let me tie you up."

"Not a chance," he says, shifting to look at the three camera feeds, of which only two are up. As he watches, the feed from Will’s camera comes through and now he can see her. Tiny on his screen and squeezed into a corner where two buildings meet, near a window. He tilts his head, trying to figure out the logistics of what she’s doing. She got one foot wedged into a crack, the other on maybe a half inch of exposed brick, her hands pressed out to each side. Her legs at an angle he’s never seen from a human before. Just looking at her makes his knees hurt.

"I didn’t know you were that flexible," he comments and sees her lift her head, eyes scanning until she spots the camera Will set up across from her. The camera is too far away to see her expression but he can somehow tell that she grins at him.

"Oh honey, this isn’t even half of it."

He groans and then tries to stifle it when he hears her low chuckle. Damn these earbuds are sensitive. He’s not used to them. Not used to having instant communication with the team like this. It’s nice, or at least would be if she weren’t using them for evil.

"You know I still have marks on my wrists from last night."

He did in fact know that. He had forgotten to untie her for far too long, until his belt had chafed her skin and she’d actually had to ask. He also knew better. He’d played these games before and generally wasn’t so careless. There was just something about her that made him want to push. Push things just a little further than was safe.

"I’ve also got a scratch on the inside of my thigh. I think it’s from your zipper."

He bites back the groan this time, clenching his fist so hard his knuckles hurt.

"I’m sad I didn’t get to see you. You have a beautiful cock, don’t get me wrong, but I’d’ve liked to have seen the rest of you."

The cock in question was already half hard. Santi grits his teeth.

"I mean, I barely even got to touch you. That’s really a shame. It is. I like touching. And tasting. Running my fingers and tongue over someone’s skin."

Why was she doing this? He’s watching the cameras, he really is, but he keeps coming back to her. The way her body is twisted against the building. She can’t move. Not really. But she doesn’t seem like she needs to. As uncomfortable as it looks to him, her voice in his head doesn’t seem at all fazed.

"I really enjoyed sucking your cock you know. I would do that again for you, anytime you’d like."

"Fuck," he breathes and he hears a low hum from her.

"Maybe you’ll be nicer next time. Let me take my time. Go slow. Draw it out for you. Suck on you til my lips go numb."

"Cat," his voice has an edge to it.

"Are you touching yourself Pope?"

He grunts, shifting in his chair. "No."

"Do you want to be?"

He doesn’t reply. Lets the silence stretch between them before he hears her sigh. "I wish I could touch myself right now. I’ve gotten myself all wet thinking about you." Another sigh, as heartfelt as the last. "Or even better, I wish you were here touching me."

He can imagine it easily. The way her legs are spread and the angle of the camera mean that he’s looking right into the V of her thighs. Hell, if she weren’t wearing pants he could probably see inside of her in this position. But she is, and he can’t, just sees the tight stretch of denim. His brain is more than happy to fill in the rest.

-Pope Pope, Catfish.-

Santi groans, shifting his attention to his radio. -Catfish go.-

-I’ve got eyes on the delivery truck.-

-Copy that.- The next bit is as much for Wildcat’s benefit as his own. -Eyes on the delivery truck. Allcom sound off.-

-Catfish go.-

-Ironhead go.-

-Benny go.-

"Wildcat go," a whisper in his ear.

"What do you hear Wildcat?" An old litany. One he’d said a thousand times before.

This time he doesn’t imagine her twist towards the camera, the grin she gives him. "Nothing but the rain Pope." Then she’s twisting against the building, a small jump and her hands catch the lip of a window just above her.

"Drop zone is clear," he tells her, watching the cameras. He can see her body sway, she’s holding herself by eight fingers and a single toe-hold. The delivery truck pulls up and he waits just a second longer before speaking one word.

-Go.-

Pt6

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x ofc #triple frontier #writing

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writer-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Clumsy

괞찮아? Are you okay?

Description: After a routine morning, a buried desire appears and makes you wonder. While talking to Mingyu about it, he takes it the wrong way and leads to an argument. But because you’re almost as clumsy as he is, a small tumble turns him into a worry wart. Warnings: Swearing, reader takes a small tumble, nothing serious Genre: Angst, Idol!Mingyu x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.6k

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I sighed for the third time during the short elevator ride up to my apartment. I had just spent my morning near the river, journaling and just watching the world wake up from its slumber. It was there I saw it. It being the physical manifestation of a longing desire that has sat at the bottom of my stomach for months.

The desire to be able to freely walk around with Mingyu and not worrying about being caught by cameras.

I couldn't remember when this desire started but I knew that seeing those couples walking around, smile lazily, made it grow and sit confidently atop the throne in my mind.

I adjusted my purse and lifted my head with then elevator dinged at my floor. The doors then slowly pulled away from each other. Running my hands through my hair, I walked down the hall to my apartment.

Instead of an empty hall, Mingyu leaned against the wall next to my door with his phone in his hands.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, pulling his attention away from his phone.

"I was waiting for you." He stated, shoving his phone into his pocket.

"You could've waited inside." I unlocked the door and let us in.

"I know but you weren't answering my text so I didn't want to come in just in case." Mingyu answered.

"Just in case of what?" I questioned, setting my purse on the counter top.

Mingyu shrugged, "I dunno, maybe you were dancing around naked."

I laughed, "Fair, fair."

"So where did you go?" He wondered, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Down by the river." I told him with a sigh.

Mingyu immediately turned me around to face him. "Why did you sigh?" He asked, eyebrows knotted in confusion.

I gazed into his eyes and wondered if I should tell him this now but I decided to keep quiet.

Shaking my head, I answered, "Just a little tired. I must've not gone to bed early enough last night."

Mingyu's confusion vanished from his face, "Then we need some tea, or coffee. Caffeine, we need caffeine." He corrected himself before searching my cabinets for the necessary items.

Biting my lower lip, I watched him bustle around the kitchen. The water boiler bubbled away in the background as a constant reminder of where we could be getting drinks.

In public, at a cafe, with the hustle and bustle of the morning crowds. Men and women getting their quick fix on their way to work. Friends chatting about life at the tables scattered around. The baristas cheerfully taking orders and working the machines that hiss and brew steaming coffee.

"(y/n)?" Mingyu's voice pulled me back to reality. He stood in front of me, holding out a mug for me to take.

I took the mug and held it tightly between my hands, "Thanks."

"You sure you're okay?" He asked again before taking a small sip of his drink.

I looked down into my mug, the heat starting to hurt my hands.

"Do you, uhm," I slowly said, setting down my mug, "Do you ever wish we could do normal couple things?" I asked, looking up at him.

Mingyu pursed his lips, "What do you mean?"

I took in a breath, "Like this morning, I saw couples going on walks together. And they looked so carefree, not having to worry about cameras following them or that a news article would be written about them in the next two hours." Feeling some shame, I looked away, while he set his mug down as well. "I just saw them and had a desire to feel the same thing. You know?" I continued, "Not having to hide in an apartment making our own coffee or sneaking in and out."

I watched as Mingyu's expression falls and his lips rest together in a line.

"We knew that we would have to do this." He said, "You knew that this was the life you were getting into."

"I know," I nodded, "But don't you ever wish that you didn't have to?"

"You really want it that badly?" Mingyu answered my question with a question, but didn't wait for me to answer, "Well, you're going to have to look somewhere else for it cause it's not here. That's not something my life can offer you." His tone began to turn cold, "If you wanted it that badly, you didn't have to wait this long to tell me."

My eyes widened in realization of what was happening.

"Mingyu, I didn't me-"

"You didn't mean to do this?" Mingyu cut me off, "You didn't mean to drag me along for months while you knew all along that you hated this life?"

I ran a hand through my hair in a small panic, "Mingyu." I tried but he continued on his rant.

"Is that why you go down to the river? To watch all the couples have what you can't have?" He questioned, then walked into my living room.

"No, I don't go down there to watch the random couples." I defend myself, starting to get upset. "I didn't mean it like I wanted to leave." I stopped a foot away from the couple steps that led down into the living room where Mingyu was standing. The reason for this terrible design, I won't ever know.

"Then what did you mean?" Mingyu turned to face me. "That you wanted me to give up my career so we could stroll without cameras constantly pointed at us? You really expect me to do that?"

"No!" I yelled, "God, would you just shut up and listen to me?" I threw my hands up in frustration. "I was just saying it. I was just wondering. It was an innocent thought that somehow turned into this mess. We are good. I like where we are." I told him, walking forward. "I was just wondering if you ever want that feeling too or if I was being too- AH!" I screamed as I tumbled down the couple stairs, landing with a loud bang on the hardwood floor.

Somehow, my purse had fallen and as I walked, my feet became tangled up and I tripped right down the stairs.

"(y/n)!" Mingyu tried to catch me but was a couple seconds late.

Reverberations from the landing echoed through my elbows and hips as Mingyu helped me sit up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry written all over his face. His eyes scanned over my entire body looking for open wounds.

"Holy fuck, that hurt." I groaned, rubbing my elbows hoping the throbbing would stop.

"Are you bleeding anywhere?" Mingyu questioned while gingerly holding your shoulders and checking your back.

"I don't think I'm bleeding," I winced as his hands pressed my knees, "But I'm most probably bruised."

"Bruised is okay." Mingyu sighed in relief and wrapped me up in a hug. "Bruised is okay."

I pushed away and looked up at him, "Weren't you just mad at me like 10 seconds ago?" I asked.

"I mean I was." Mingyu admitted, "But between listening to you and you being the clumsy girlfriend you are, it kind of vanished."

I smooshed his face between my two hands, "As long as you know that I didn't mean it the way you took it. I only wanted to know if it was a sane thought or if I was being selfish for thinking it."

With lips puckered like a fish, Mingyu shook his head, "No way were you being selfish. I'll admit, I sometimes wish I could feel and do things like that with you but because I can't, I find other joys." He removed both of my hands and just held them, "Like making you a warm drink and tending to you when you clutz up. Which seems to be happening a lot lately."

I pulled my hands free, "I don't clutz up that much." I defended myself.

Mingyu sat back on his heels, "Not as much as I do, no. But you still are a clumsy person." But before I could quip back, he rose up and lifted me to my feet. "You should put some ice on those bruises."

I sat on the couch and watched Mingyu as he went to the kitchen to grab a couple ice packs from the freezer. He caught my gaze while wrapping the ice packs in towels and smirked.

"Like what you see?" He joked and I scoffed.

"You wish."

He walked back over with an ice pack in each hand. "Yet you're still with me."

Gently, he placed one ice pack over my knees then settled the second against my still throbbing elbow. Mingyu then settled onto the couch next to me, an arm around my shoulders.

"And I'm sorry for misunderstanding your thoughts." He apologized, "I don't even know what I was thinking."

"Have you been worrying about things like that?" I asked, looking over at him with concerned eyes.

Mingyu slightly shook his head, "I don't think so."

I kissed his cheek, "You don't have to, I'm not about to walk out." I told him and rested my head on his shoulder.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence, allowing my skin to lose the heat of the fall.

"By the way," Mingyu said, shifting slightly, "I do sometimes wish that we could go out in the world without having to worry about being followed. But then I come see you and we find our own carefree activities and the desire vanishes into thin air."

"Just like that?" I wondered.

"Just like that." Mingyu repeated into my hair before kissing my head.

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wouldduskwood · 3 years ago

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Descendants of Despair Part 54

We drove around the block, looking for a place to park that would be hidden enough. We had our whole lives in that car, so it was a risk to leave it unattended. After we had parked, Jake left the security of the vehicle, opening the boot to make sure his gear was completely covered with bunched up blankets. I grabbed my backpack and ensured everything was securely zipped in place before putting it onto my back. “Right, let’s go,” I said quietly. “You lead, I feel better following you, it’s out of my depth to do it alone.” Jake suggested and I nodded, stepping into a deserted alleyway and looking for the easiest place to climb. I didn’t have any concerns about Jake keeping up. He may be a bit more hesitant than I was, but he definitely had the skill to keep up.

Spotting a skip bin, I ran towards it and jumped, landing agilely on the lid. The climb to the roof was a bit more challenging without a good fire escape. The windows provided foot and hand holds. I scaled up without too much problem, favouring the healing cut on my hand a little but otherwise without harm. Jake was hot on my heels as I landed on the first roof. I scanned the buildings, and identified the easiest route to where we needed to be, taking off at a run towards the nearest one in the correct direction. I landed a good distance onto the building and scanned quickly for the next best leap, taking off once more as Jake joined me. Finally, I reached one of the buildings I had marked for escape routes. We began dismantling the traps we had laid, leaving the remains scattered on the roof before jumping to the next building. Finally I stopped.

“This is the one he was on…” I motioned at the fire escape where a trap was set. Jake eyed it warily. “He may have tampered with it to turn it on us,” he sighed. I shrugged and pulled my backpack from my back. Opening it, I scavenged for something I wouldn’t mind parting with. Cringing, I grabbed the pottle of lavender body creme I had rubbed on Jake’s back and closed my bag again. Holding the pottle in my hands, I eyed the trap and threw the pottle into the middle, breaking it apart. “If it was tampered with, it should be fine now.” I sighed and made my way over to the remains. Reaching them, I kicked them warily with my toe. Jake appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “There’s not much here to tell us how he got past it,” he murmured. I nodded weakly. “I’d been hoping for something that could hint at his identity.” I sighed.

“I get that, and it was worth a try anyway. He will slip up eventually and the more we know the better prepared we will be when that happens.” Jake said soothingly. “Let’s head back to the car and organise our next steps. By the time we get there, it will be around the time we need to start preparing King Kong for his starring role.” Jake’s statement coupled with his hopeful expression made me laugh. “Stop it,” I cringed, attempting to frown. In an attempt to meet my request, he took off running instead, still snickering as he did so.

Jake was getting a lot more confident in his jumps, hesitating less and leaping with more accurately and further with each time he tried. I slowed to watch and admire his movements. Even covered with a hoodie and jeans, it was easy to make out the definition of his muscles. He was like my complimenting image. Rivaling me with everything that I valued most about myself. Once we had landed on the building closest to the car, Jake stopped, suddenly unsure of himself. I grinned. “Stuck?” I asked innocently.

Jake frowned at me. “Not if you want me to be in one piece at the end of it,” he chuckled. I grinned and wrapped my arms around him. “I need you in one piece,” I murmured. He grinned. “That so?” he asked. I nodded. “Yep, you gotta pick me up after this meeting today.” I snickered. Jake groaned. “Is that all I am good for?” he whispered in my ear. “No, you’re good for other things too,” I murmured back. “Completely good for me.” This response had Jake smiling as he pulled away slightly and kissed me deeply. I pulled away hesitantly, not really wanting to let go. I looked down to the skip bin below, frowning. I was confident in scaling down and landing relatively safely, but I was concerned for Jake’s safety. “I’ll follow you,” he said, noticing my hesitancy.

I nodded and lay on the edge of the building, throwing my legs down towards the window sill below. Using the ledges, I made it to a safe distance before I dropped onto the lid of the skip bin then onto the ground. I watched Jake’s descent and was impressed at how well he was able to mimic my actions. “You amaze me,” I smiled as his feet hit the ground. He smiled and took my hand, leading me quickly back to the car with his head down. “Okay, we should organise the meet up. Do you want to text Dan or shall I?” He asked innocently but with a slight note of derision when he said Dan’s name. His comment was amusing and made me want to mess with him. “Oh, you can do that,” I replied dismissively, grinning slyly. “Oh ugh,” Jake groaned but pulled out his phone and raised his eyebrow at me. I nodded, grinned and gave him the thumbs up. “Funny, funny girl,” Jake sighed sarcastically. I snickered to myself as he penned his message. “You will come back to me in one piece so that I can pay you back for that,” Jake stated as he turned in his seat and pushed me back against mine, kissing me deeply. “I’ll be watching,” he murmured. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t fuck up again,”

Jake’s comment surprised me. I hadn’t considered how he would see missing the man without a face on camera as being his fault. I certainly didn’t blame him. I had missed him too. “Jake...you know, what happened wasn’t your fault. I missed him as well, until I was confronted with him. But remember we had planned the different escape routes well. I will always have the advantage over him up there.” Jake nodded, gripping the wheel tighter but not saying a word. I knew he was still blaming himself and there wasn’t much I could do to stop him. Hopefully, getting in and out safely today would be enough to fix things for him.

“Dan is ready when we are,” Jake muttered as he pulled close to the prison. I nodded and fixed my hood over my head once more, suddenly anxious. I didn’t know how to rely on anyone else. I hadn’t ever done this before, especially with someone I didn’t trust. Jake had been the one exception. He tended to be the one exception to everything. “Look, MC, I know this is hard for you as well, I’m not blind or stupid. I can see it is as stressful for you as for me...but maybe I can help alleviate that some...I may not like Dan...but I trust him,” he sighed. I looked at him questioningly, wondering if he was just saying that to help me. “Look, I am being honest with you. Somehow, for whatever reason, I trust him when it comes to this...maybe not anything else, but for this task, he really does seem to have your best interest at heart”. I smiled thankfully, understanding just how hard that was for him to admit.

“Here, take this,” I said, handing him my phone and backpack. “I don’t want them taking my stuff.” Jake nodded solemnly, pressed his lips against mine then turned his back on me. I sighed and hopped out, making my way to the prison entrance. Sure enough, Dan had kept his word and he was waiting for me out front. “So, he let you go alone then?” He asked. “Nobody ‘lets’ me do anything,” I growled snarkily and led the way into the reception area, followed by Dan.

Getting through the application process to see Phil was way less painful than I thought it would be. Dan took care of it, for the most part, as my mind was on things like keeping myself safe. The only concession I had to make before entering was removing my hood. Out of habit, I pulled my ponytail out and kept my head down, covering my face as best as I could. Finally, we were led down a corridor and into a large room with tables and chairs. Prisoners were sitting on one side and visitors on the other. The room was stark, white and surrounded by guards. Not an ideal place for a relaxing conversation. I began drumming my fingers on the table anxiously. Dan put his hand on mine, probably to try and get me to stop, but his touch had me immediately snatching my hand back. “Woah, chill,” he groaned. “So the hackerman touches you and you are fine with it, I try to settle you down and what? It’s like you’re being touched by something foul?” Before I could respond, two guards approached our table, leading a handcuffed Phil to us.

Part 55

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years ago

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What You’ve Been Wanting

Summary: Sexting Finn at work gets you . . . exactly what you want.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ please)

A/N: I dare say I’ve outdone myself. Those of you who I consider to be my “Constant Readers” know I never say that about my own writing. So, here goes!

It wasn’t a secret that Finn hated his corporate job.

He would have given anything to have grease under his nails again as he tuned an engine, but Finn was smart enough to know his old life dissipated with Tobey’s arrest.

Part of you was relieved because you always thought Finn was better than the grunt work he did at the garage. When he took the job in Detroit, you told him that if he played the corporate game well enough, in ten years he could have enough money to open his own garage and get back to pursuing his passion. In some ways, Tobey’s arrest had seemed like a blessing.

However, with corporate success came more demanding hours, and you quickly learned that one of Finn’s weaknesses was trying to balance work with life.

Two nights ago, he didn’t get home until 9:15 pm. The previous night, it was 9:25, so you could argue that his time management was improving . . . except that last night, he didn’t walk through the front door until 10:05.

It was clear he wasn’t going to find balance on his own, so you needed to intervene. When you had a moment to yourself throughout your own workday, you thought about what you could do to help. It wasn’t until you got home around 4:30 that your body actually told you what you should do.

As you walked into the bedroom to change, you picked up some clothes on the floor and tossed them into the hamper. Finn’s black dress shirt caught your eye and you pulled it out, suddenly struck with the realization of how much you missed him. You brought the starchy fabric to your nose and pressed the collar against your lips, inhaling Finn.

His scent fanned the dull flame of neediness that you hadn’t even identified was smoldering within you until that moment.

As you looked down at his shirt, you were suddenly filled with inspiration, and you grinned as you tossed it onto the bed. Stripping down, you tossed all your work clothes in the hamper, then dug through your underwear drawer to find something sexy. A “race red” bra and panty set you had bought last Valentine’s Day stuck out, and you rushed into the bathroom to fix your face and hair, donning a lipstick that closely matched the underwear set.

After slipping into Finn’s shirt, you left it unbuttoned as you started taking pictures: cute ones, mostly of your smile with just a glimpse of what you were wearing. You picked one that bordered on sexy and hit send.

As you thought about your next photo set, Finn texted back a few minutes later.

Sexy!!! Miss you : (

“Oh, you’re gonna do more than miss me here in a sec,” you said to yourself as you shucked off Finn’s shirt, took off your bra, then put his shirt back on. You spent some time positioning his dress-shirt so it just covered your nipples on either side. You angled the camera down your body, making sure to reveal as much breast as the position allowed.

This time, Finn’s reply took exactly ten seconds.

Please stop.

Giggling, you prepped for what you expected to be the holy grail of sexy pics. You opened his shirt and laid across the bed, angling the phone so it captured your breasts, now fully on display, then you slid your hand into your red panties. You snapped some pics then got distracted as you fingered your clit, wondering if all you’d have tonight is another round with yourself. Leaning into his collar, your eyes slipped shut as you breathed him in and rubbed your swelling bud. With a groan, you stopped, secretly praying that this next picture would be the one to send him running home to you.

Scrolling through your most recent shots, you picked the sexiest and sent it.

You sucked on your finger, waiting for Finn’s reply. When his face flashed on the screen, you grinned and answered, “Hey, babe. I miss you.”

“Stop sending me . . . those,” he hissed into the phone.

“Sure. If you come home and take care of me.”

“You know I can’t—”

“You can.”

“I can’t! Dammit, Y/N. Don’t you think I wish I could?”

“You’re working yourself too hard, Finn. And that’s not a euphemism.”

“I’ll see you when I get home,” he bit out, then hung up on you.

You didn’t know whether his reaction angered, hurt, or humored you, so you decided to keep playing your game. If that last picture hadn’t worked, maybe this one would. Wiggling out of your panties, you used Finn’s shirt to very precariously cover most of your pussy . . . most being the operative word.

Barely containing your laughter, you hit send and really thought about what you were doing to Finn. You slid your fingers between your folds and worked yourself to a quick orgasm as you imagined him opening his phone, probably with a frustrated huff. You imagined how wide his pretty eyes would get as he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking. You imagined how he’d shift in his chair, his pants suddenly too tight. And as you thought about the bulge in his trousers, you thought about the feeling of his dick inside you. Your fingers were slick which quickened your ministrations as you longed for him, and soon enough you were shaking with your swift, intense orgasm.

Exhaling, you checked your phone and saw that Finn had opened your last picture, but he hadn’t replied.

You figured you had a 60-40 chance, the odds in your favor that he left work, maybe even taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, so you rolled over on the bed and lounged. As you played on your phone, you realized you were much more relaxed than when you had first gotten home and vowed that even if Finn did work late—again—you’d be sure to make sure he got off before bedtime.

You smiled to yourself as you cleared out your cache of sexy photos and imagined undressing him, his sleepy eyes half-shut as he insisted he grabbed dinner on the way home and all he wanted was some sleep. Except instead of sleep, he would get your mouth on his cock.

God how you missed him.

As if on cue, the front door opened, then slammed shut. At first you grinned, but the sound of Finn’s pounding steps on the stairs sounded ominous, especially considering his typically aloof demeanor.

“I am going to kil—” Finn growled as he stomped into the bedroom, but as he took in your nudity, he stopped mid-threat.

You rolled over and bit your lip, your eyes lit with the promise of a very good time.

“Hi.”

Finn pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes grew to be twice their usual size.

“You are in so much fucking trouble,” he growled as he launched himself onto the bed, covering your body with his as he bent to suck harshly on your neck.

“Sorry, honey. Guess I shouldn’t tell you I got started without ya?”

Finn released your skin with a wet pop and pulled back to look down at you, his eyes narrowing. He scanned your face to see if you were teasing or telling the truth and whatever he saw made him sit back on his haunches and grip your knees in order to push them wide apart.

Hunger settled over his features as he took in your wet center, and you swore on the spot that the last image you wanted to see before you died was the way he licked his lips, looked up at you, then lowered his face over your pussy.

Still fully clad in his suit, your calves rubbed against the fabric of his grey jacket as he held your thighs open.

He immediately pulled your clit into his mouth with a sharp suck, bringing you straight to that threshold of pain and pleasure, an area as grey as the suit he was wearing. You pushed at his head with one hand and pulled at his gelled hair with the other, the noises leaving your throat more animal than human.

Stopping to plunge his tongue into your center, your body relaxed, only to be lit on fire again as Finn’s nose nudged at your clit.

“Oh my fuck—Finn!” you cried, your mind barely stringing together anything coherent.

“Come on, baby. Say my name louder than that,” he ground out between the thrusts of his tongue.

When he moved back to your clit with his mouth, he slid his thick middle finger inside of you and sought that bundle of nerves along your inner wall. Fucking you with his finger and his mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut in ecstasy, unable to have even imagined getting it this good from him when you began your little game.

“FINN!” you shouted as you came, your lips still mumbling his name over and over as you trembled under his face.

“Happy now?” he said, swiping at his nose and chin with his hand as he crawled back up your body.

Instead of allowing yourself to bask in the tingles of an incredible orgasm, you were instantly possessed with the need to fuck him stupid.

With a growl, you pushed him off your body and onto his back, a little too vigorously because he nearly tumbled off the bed. You grabbed onto his suit to steady him, then began tearing the clothes off his body.

First the jacket went as you yanked him up by his lapels and gave him a searing kiss as you worked off the sleeves.

Then his striped tie, ripped off with such force that the “ssst” sound of the fabric seemed to echo in your ears even as you tossed it to the side of the room.

Once he was free from his tie, you worked the buttons on his sky-blue dress shirt, popping at least two in your haste as Finn tried to help only to have his hands smacked away. They floated beside you before settling onto the sides of your face as you kissed him until you needed to work off his undershirt.

The thin material caught in his watch and you quickly unclasped it, not caring when it sharply thudded onto the floor.

You kissed down his body, sucking marks onto his color bone and chest and nipping at his nipples with your teeth, pushing him to that line of grey he had you in earlier as he was sucking on your clit.

“Want you,” you whined between kisses and bites. “Want you so bad.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby—ah, fuuuck,” Finn hissed as you palmed his cock before whipping off his belt and opening his trousers.

You finally hit a hitch in your destruction of his clothing when you realized he still had his shoes on. You stood up and pulled them off, each of them hitting the floor with a satisfying thud. His socks were next, then you were able to grab his suit pants by the edges and yank them off, change and whatever the hell else he had in his pockets scattering across your bedroom floor.

Finn was already wriggling out of his boxers so all you had to do was reach up once again and yank.

Only when he was gloriously naked before you did you stop to take a breath, steadying yourself on your feet and letting your eyes rake over him—and Finn ate it up, his ego clearly swelling to three times its usual size under your adoration.

Pressing a chaste kiss to his knee, you worked slowly up his thigh, licking and kissing in a way that had his cock jump as you got closer. Instead of taking him in your mouth, you kissed down his other thigh and worked your mouth to his knee on the other side of his body.

“Oh no,” Finn said scrambling up. “No, no.”

He grabbed your upper arms and pushed you back until you were both standing.

“You don’t get to sext me at work, undress me like that, then tease me.”

He stepped behind you, pushed you forward, then kicked your legs apart as you fell against the bed onto your stomach. He ran his hands down your thighs, groping them before he brought his hands to the cheeks of your ass and gave them a swat.

“You’re gonna get it like you wanted it.”

And with that, Finn pushed into your opening, coating his dick with the first thrust so he didn’t hurt you, but when he pulled back out, it was on.

He slammed into you twice before he reached to gather your wrists and hold them against your lower back. Your cheek was pressing into the mattress and you felt like you were on orgasmic-fire as he held you down and fucked you.

Finn’s ass clenched with the force of his thrusts and soon he was grunting every time he entered you, skin slapping against skin and filling the room with the sounds of really good, dirty sex.

You weren’t contributing to the sexy cacophony since you were being fucked speechless, uttering only little puffs of breath that disturbed your ruined hair, your body unable to do more than take that fucking as a familiar coil inside of your abdomen burned again, aching for release.

When Finn began to pick up his pace, you knew he was getting close to coming.

“PleaseFinnplease,” you slurred. “I’m soclose.”

“Again, baby? All right—but you better make it a good one,” he panted as he slowed down and released one of your wrists so he could fumble over your clit. As it turned out, you didn’t need precision in this position—just a little pressure.

Not even Finn could hold your other wrist as you came, your arms slamming above your head and into the mattress as you gripped the comforter and gritted your teeth. An explosion of stars burst behind your eyelids as you came, and of course, Finn followed you, grunting out his climax, his hot cum coating your walls and mixing with your own, making you shudder at the intimacy of it—and that was just what you had really been wanting.

A reminder of just who you belonged to.

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crying-gay-tears · 4 years ago

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Brighter Than The Sun

Chapter 2: The First Day

“G-Gon?” Killua’s mouth fell open in surprise. “What are you doing here? How did you find my room?” Gon looked so excited and he had no idea why.

“Killua!! I didn’t know this was your room! I just got home and wanted to meet my roommate!”

“Home? Wait, does that mean-” realization hit him suddenly. “Are you in 405A??”

“Yes! We’re roommates!”

Killua stood in stunned silence for a moment, unsure of how to feel. Of all the people on campus to have as his roommate, it turned out to be Gon, the bubbly and strange boy he had ironically just been thinking about.

“Can I see your room? I peeked in earlier when I arrived but it was empty.”

“Uh, sure” he stepped to the side, letting him into the room. “I haven’t really done anything in here yet. I got in right before orientation, so I didn’t have time to start unpacking. When I finally got back after the library I put some stuff away, but I’ve mostly just been hanging out.” Killua blushed, suddenly hyper aware of the chocolate robot wrappers on his desk, and his haphazardly arranged belongings. His suitcase was lying open on the floor beside his dresser, stacks of books were scattered across the desk and floor.

“I think it looks great already! I haven’t had the chance to unpack or decorate at all yet. Is this your favorite band?” He nodded to the crooked poster on the wall above the bed.

“One of my favorites, yeah. It’s the one playing right now.” He motioned to the bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.

Gon walked over, sat on his bed, and began bobbing his head to the music.

“They’re really good! You’ve got nice taste in music.”

Killua chuckled, “This is only one song! I like a lot of different stuff, there’s a lot to listen to.”

“Well, you’ve got the whole school year to show me!”

His smile was warm and real and it shook Killua up quite a bit. No one had ever really shown interest in the things he enjoyed before, but here was someone he had just met, genuinely excited to be listening to underground rock with him.

They hung out while Killua finished unpacking his suitcase and getting settled. After that, Gon wandered back to his own room to start his unpacking and when he did Killua followed and this time Gon played the music. His taste was a little weird, and mostly pop, but Killua didn’t mind. He was enjoying the view as Gon danced around his room, tossing clothes into his dresser and arranging trinkets on his desk.When he went to the bathroom to unpack his toiletries, Killua stood over the desk, checking out all of the small momentos Gon felt were important enough to bring with him to college. Among them was a few seashells, a green ring, and a fishing hook in a small glass jar. A photo in a blue frame near the corner of the desk caught his eye, and he leaned in for a closer look. Gon, wearing a graduation cap and gown, was facing the camera, eyes squinted with a beaming smile on his face. One arm held his diploma in the air, while the other was wrapped around a teary eyed woman. Her head came up to his shoulder, and where her hazel eyes and orange hair bore no resemblance to him, her warm and genuine smile was a spitting image. She must be-

“That’s my Aunt Mito!” Gon chirped, eyes lighting up as he walked over to where Killua was standing. “She burst into tears right after this picture was taken. I know she was proud and happy for me, but I’m pretty sure she was really sad that day. Mostly worried about the future, I think.” His face fell a bit. “She knows I want to follow in my dad’s footsteps, and since he’s so busy and always overseas I think she’s worried I’ll just leave and never come back.”

“What does your dad do?”

“He’s an archaeologist.”

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

“Yeah, that’s why I want to see for myself! If his job is so amazing that it was worth missing out on my life and Mito-san’s life, then I want to know what it’s like!”

Killua felt kind of bad hearing that. He knew what it was like to have a dad ditch you for work, but at the same time, his parents were also very involved with his life. Suffocatingly so. They had appearances to uphold, afterall. His parents were far from perfect and even farther from pleasant, but he still couldn’t imagine one or both of them just leaving and not returning. Plus, what would Gon do if he finally got the job and it wasn’t as amazing as his dad made it seem? Killua knew from experience that hope usually just led to disappointment.

He pulled out the desk chair and swung his leg over it, nestling backwards in the seat, his arms folded across the top rail of the chair, and his chin resting on top of them. “So what’s your dad like?”

Gon sat on his bed across from Killua and was lost in thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve only really seen him a few times in my life. . His name is Ging. Ging Freecs. He’s pretty rough around the edges, but well respected. He’s famous in parts of the world for his finds and research. I don’t know much else, except a few stories Mito-san has told me from when they were kids on Whale Island together. She says I’m a lot like him though. ” He shrugged, “By her tone of voice, I can never tell if she means that as a good or bad thing.”

Killua surprised himself when he spoke, “Whether you're like Ging or not, and whether that’s good or bad doesn't really matter. You’re you. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.”

They locked eyes and a huge smile broke out on Gon’s face.

“Thanks, Killua. I think you’re really cool too! I’m glad we’re roommates!”

Killua just grumbled a bit in response, his mouth set in an awkward smile. Gon could be so embarrassing sometimes.

They slipped into a comfortable silence after that, music still playing softly through the room as Gon continued organizing his stuff and Killua scrolled on his phone. After a while Gon let out a huge yawn and decided it was time to call it a night. They were both mostly unpacked, and even though classes didn’t start for two more days, he wanted to get up early to explore the campus some more. Yawning himself, Killua followed suit and once behind his closed door, stripped to his boxers and flopped onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, his mind began to drift.

It had been a hell of a day. Aside from his text letting them know he arrived safely, he hadn’t spoken to his parents at all. Where this wasn’t too different from the norm--they were usually too tied up with work and social ladder climbing to give him much attention--it was still nice to have space from them and his life back home. He’d been so excited for the freedom college was going to provide him. Freedom from the claustrophobic walls of the Zoldyck estate, from his siblings, and best of all, freedom from his parent’s cold judgement. He was finally able to live his life without them breathing down his neck and criticizing his every move. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life, but he was so happy to finally have the space to explore and figure it all out.

The only thing he was really worried about when he left for college was who his roommate would be, and he was pretty relieved to have Gon. They’d barely known each other a day, but he had the feeling that living with him was going to be a good time. He’d never met someone so… open and warm. His joy was almost contagious, it was a nice contrast and welcome change from his boarding school roommates and family. For the first time in a long time, he fell asleep excited for what the future would hold.

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The next two days were a blur of course catalogues and video games with his roommate, and before he knew it, Gon found himself on the way to his first college class, Biology 101. He was practically skipping down the brick walkway and, thanks to all of his previous exploring, he was able to find the classroom with no issue. He snagged a spot towards the front by a window, and as he sat, noticed a neatly bound packet lying face down on the desk. He was curious, but resisted the urge to flip it over, choosing instead to check out his surroundings. There were a few other students scattered at the tables around the room, and a short woman with green hair stood at the front. He watched as she neatly wrote in neat and swoopy cursive across the white board.

Dr. C. Yorkshire

Adjunct Professor

Biology 101

Fall Term

Class A

So she was the professor, Dr. Cheadle. She looked put together and kind, but he’d be lying if he said her calm demeanor was enough to soothe his nerves. School was never really his thing, he much preferred to be outside learning with his hands and on his feet, and his grades usually reflected the trouble he had with studying. His teachers in the past had always been nice enough, but he hated disappointing them with his test scores, and he wanted college to be different. He wanted to put his best foot forward with his new life and really prove himself. He was determined to give it his all.

A few more people shuffled in and filled the open desks, and when the wall clock marked the top of the hour, the professor faced the class and cleared her throat.

“Good morning everyone, and welcome to Biology 101. I’m Dr. Cheadle Yorkshire and I’ll be your professor. As you should know, this class is accompanied by a mandatory lab that will meet once a week. You’ll all be partnered off and expected to work together for the lab as well as in class activities.” Her eyes scanned the room, mouth set in a stern smile. “To kick things off, I’d like everyone to turn over the packet in front of you. This is a copy of your class syllabus, I took the liberty of binding them for you, as you’ll be referencing it throughout the entire semester. It contains all of the information you’ll need to be successful in this class, including classroom policies, expectations, assignments, required reading, my office hours, and more!”

Gon held the syllabus in his hand and was staring at it like it was made of gold. Everything he needed to do well in this class? It was like he’d been handed a treasure.

“Now, I’ll call out the lab pairings, and you can find your partner and arrange your seating accordingly, then we can begin our first activity!”

When Gon’s name was finally called along with his partner’s, he was giddy with anticipation and just as he stood to scan the crowd for his partner, a blue satchel dropped down on the table and a tall boy sunk down into the seat next to his. His blonde hair framed his face and hung just above his shoulders, his smile was tight but genuine as he held a hand out to Gon.

“I’m Kurapika, nice to meet you, partner.”

Gon shook it and chirped back “I’m Gon! Nice to meet you too!”

They sat in silence while Cheadle finished calling out the rest of the pairs. When everyone was settled, she addressed the class.

“Alright, now that everybody is paired off, we can begin today’s activity! In order to get to know your syllabus and your lab partner, I’ve created a scavenger hunt! Simply peruse your syllabus and use what you read to answer the questions on this handout!” She waved a stack of papers in the air and with a proud smile on her face, began handing them out. “You can begin as soon as you get your worksheet and you are dismissed whenever you finish!”

When their worksheets were placed in front of them, Kurapika turned in his chair to face Gon.

“Well, I suppose we better get started, eh? We can both read through the syllabus and then answer the questions together, does that sound good to you?”

“Sure!” Gon nodded in response and they got started. Gon was a little overwhelmed with the amount of information on the syllabus. It was pretty stressful seeing an entire semester of work listed out like that. He was excited for the lab though, all of those assignments seemed pretty hands on and a few of them were even supposed to be done outside. Maybe this class wouldn’t be so bad afterall. After a few minutes, they began answering the questions together. It wasn’t too tough to find the answers, and with two people it went by pretty quickly. Gon didn’t want the whole class to pass without getting to know his lab partner though, so he tried to strike up a conversation between questions.

“So, Kurapika, what’s your major? Are you a freshman here too?”

Kurapika didn’t look up from the worksheet when he answered. “I’m not a freshman, but I am new. I’m a sophomore and I transferred here this year.I’m double majoring in Psychology and Criminal Justice.” He glanced up and over at Gon. “What about you? Have you decided on a major yet?”

“I have! Well, kinda. I’m considering Anthropology or maybe Environmental Biology. Still trying to figure out which would be best, but I don’t think I could handle double majoring like you. Your majors sound really great! What do you want to do with your degree?”

“I want to become a detective, I’m still deciding between public and private.” He scribbled something on his paper. “The answer to number 12 is ‘Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3-5pm’ by the way. Three more and we’re finished.”

Gon was hastily writing in the answer when Kurapika asked,

“What do you want to do when you get your degree?”

“I want to become an archaeologist, like my dad! Or possibly a similar job within the field.” He perked up when he noticed that Kurapika had put down his worksheet and turned his focus to their conversation instead.

“So you're a transfer student, how do you like it here so far? Where did you transfer from, and what made you leave?”

“Woah Gon, you’ve almost got more questions than the assignment.” Kurapika chuckled but still pressed on. “So far it’s fine, but I’ve only been here for 3 days so we’ll see how it goes. I transferred here from Meteor City Community College, but I never really wanted to go there in the first place. This was my first choice school, but I wasn’t able to move here last year because of some family stuff. This year I was able to, so I did. And how are you liking it here? What made you choose YNU?”

“It’s my dad’s alma mater, so it was an easy choice. So far I’m really liking it! I was a little nervous before I got here, but everything has been pretty awesome. I’ve gotten to know and love the campus already, and I’ve got a great roommate too! Plus, my first class is going well! And that’s what I was the most nervous about.”

“It’s good that you like your roommate. That can cause a lot of trouble for some. It definitely did at my last school, so that’s actually what I was most worried about here.”

“I’m sorry you had trouble last year, but is your new roommate nice I hope?”

“Well, I actually lucked out and got a suite to myself. I requested one when I filled out the transfer paperwork, and told them about my last experience. I wasn't counting on it to work out in my favor too much, but it did.”

“I’m glad it did!”

“And I’m glad you’re feeling better about your classes now that you’ve got one under your belt.” He slid his worksheet over with a pale slender hand, the last three answers were written out neatly.

Gon quickly jotted them down and slid the paper back to Kurapika. “Thank you!”

“No problem, it was a team effort after all.” He smiled as he slung his satchel over his shoulder and stood up to turn in his paper, Gon grabbed his backpack and followed behind him.

After they handed her the worksheets, Dr. Yorkshire complimented their effort and teamwork, and dismissed them for the day. They were in the hallway and Kurapika was waving goodbye when Gon spoke again.

“Kurapika, do you wanna grab lunch sometime? I know we’re just lab partners, but you seem really cool and I’d like to be friends!”

Kurapika looked puzzled for a moment but his voice was soft and sincere when he spoke. “I’d like that, Gon.”

With that, they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways.

The rest of the day breezed by, and Gon was pretty much on cloud 9. He was excited about his classes, and even more excited about the people he met in each one. He had lunch scheduled with Kurapika for later on that week, and he decided to check out some of the clubs a few of his new friends suggested to him throughout the week as well. It was going to be a great year! He texted Killua and they decided to meet up for dinner in the cafeteria, so he headed that way after his last class.

When he arrived, he scanned the room until a crop of silver hair caught his eye at a small table by the dessert station in the far corner. He made his way over and plopped into the seat across from Killua, who was surrounded by plates of different desserts.

“Gon, the dessert bar is amazing. You’ve gotta try the chocolate cake, and there’s cookies too!”

“It looks great! I’m gonna go grab some, and maybe some regular food too!” He stuck his tongue out teasingly, Killua just rolled his eyes in response.

“Have you been here long?”

“Nah, I got here a few minutes before you. I just headed straight for the dessert.”

Gon laughed out loud. Dessert for dinner, Mito would’ve killed him. College really was a different world. “Do you want me to grab something else for you while I’m up?”

“Eh. I’m fine for now, might grab some pizza or something in a bit.”

Gon nodded and left to make his plate. When he returned, Killua was scrolling on his phone, fork in hand hanging lazily at his mouth.

His stomach growled and he quickly twirled a bite of spaghetti around his fork. The day was so eventful he hadn’t even realized he was hungry.

“So, how were your classes? Did you like your professors?” he asked, shoving the huge bite of pasta into his mouth.

Killua put his phone down and draped his arm over the back of his chair. “They all seem pretty boring, but I’m mostly getting gen ed classes out of the way for now, until I decide what I wanna major in, so that’s probably why. I don’t even remember any of the professors’ names, so that answers that question I guess,” He shoveled another bite of cake into his mouth, “What about you?”

“They all seemed nice enough, but I think I liked Professor Satotz in Anthropology the best. He seems interesting, so I’m excited to see how that class goes. Did you make any new friends?”

Killua quirked an eyebrow at him. “Uh, no. Did you?”

“I did! A few people, and I actually have plans to hang out with one of them! I’m gonna check out some clubs here too, I can definitely make some new friends there! And you’ve gotta come with me Killua! We can check them out together!” As he spoke he was practically buzzing with excitement.

“What clubs are you going to?” Killua asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, There’s a bunch of them to choose from, but the Great Outdoors Club, the GSA, and the Ultimate Frisbee Club were all recommended to me, so I’m gonna start with them I think.”

“GSA?”

“It stands for Gay Straight Alliance.”

Killua almost choked on his last bite of cake. “O-oh. Right. Why are you going to that one? Are you... gay?”

Gon’s face scrunched up a bit, his gaze suddenly intense.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that if you are!” Killua backpedaled. “Just asking!”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking about it. I guess I don't know? I was gonna check it out ‘cause I liked the idea of an alliance, and I wanted to go to show support I guess, but hey, maybe the club will help me figure it out!”

Killua’s cheeks were tinged pink. “You don’t know? Haven’t you ever gone on a date or to a school dance or something before?”

“Well, I’ve gone on dates with girls before, never with any boys though.” He rested his chin on his hand. “To be honest, I’m just not sure. I guess now I’m pretty excited to see what I learn from this club!” His eyes squinted up in a bright smile.

“You should come with me when I go! It’s for everyone to come together, so I don’t think it even matters if you’re gay or not anyways.”

“Yeah, maybe, we’ll see.” He awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck. “ I’m gonna go grab some food, be right back.” He stacked his dirty plates and quickly shuffled off.

Gon leaned back in his chair and rubbed his full belly. He looked around the cafeteria, already starting to recognize people from his classes amongst the crowds at tables and in line at food stations. His first day was really amazing and if this was what the year was going to be like, he was so ready for it.

~~~~~~~~

After wandering between the different food stations for a few minutes, Killua finally returned to the table with a plate of spaghetti and some soda. The food on campus was actually pretty good, so that was a plus. It was almost good enough to distract him from the nagging questions that the mention of the GSA brought up. Almost.

He really hadn’t thought too much about his own sexuality, or sexuality in general. He’d never even gone out with anyone before. Well, there was the one time he agreed to go to the winter formal with a girl he knew, but that night was a disaster and he only went because his brother had been giving him shit about his social life.

It’s not like he never found anyone attractive before. But now that he thought about it, most of the time when someone in a crowd caught his eye, they happened to be a boy. Like at orientation just a few days ago... But what did that say about his sexuality? How did anyone actually know if they were gay or straight or whatever? And what would you even do with that information once you managed to figure it out?

“Killua?”

“Eh?” The sound of Gon’s voice snapped him back to reality and when he looked up he was met with a pair of honey eyes burning into him.

“What?” He gulped. Had Gon been sitting this close to him the whole time?

“I asked if you were ready to go.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

They grabbed their bags and began the trek back to their dorm. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the blush that spread across his face and up his neck.

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bamby0304 · 5 years ago

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Her Saviours- Ch.26

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: I know it’s been a while and I’m extremely sorry for that. I haven’t said much as to why I stopped posting because it’s very personal. I also feel the need to point out that it may continue causing writing and posting issues for sometime. I’m sorry... just please be patient with me xx

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst. Heat. Smut. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Knotting. Fluff.

Bamby

“This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help.”

Sam’s hand ran up and down your thigh as the two of you sat in bed, barely dressed, looking over more research. It had been three days since you’d left Dean in the hospital, and during all that time you and the younger Winchester had been fighting for a way to save his brother, and fighting through your heat.

It was still simmering, under you skin, but you felt better. You felt a lot better. Having Sam there to help you through it was amazing. Having him back in your arms, and being back in his… you really never thought the day would come, but you were glad it had.

Even though you’d both been working through your heat, though, it didn’t cloud the urgency of your situation. Of Dean’s situation.

“Hey, Dad, it's Sam,” his voice shook as he spoke into the phone. “Uh… you probably won't even get this, but, uh… it's Dean. He's sick, and uh… the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um… but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause I'm uh… gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright...just wanted you to know.”

As he hung up the phone, you got to your knees and moved behind him, wrapping your arms around him. “We’re gonna find a way to save him.”

Rubbing at your arm, he nodded. “I know.” Turning his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay for now,” you assured him. “Let’s just keep loo-”

You were cut off by the sound of a light knock at the door.

Sam tensed, prying your arms away as he rose to his feet. Reaching for the shirt he’d tossed on the floor earlier, he tugged it on as he headed over to the door. Meanwhile, you quickly did some of the buttons of his flannel up, covering yourself.

Looking back at you, Sam made sure you were decent before he opened the door.

“Dean?” Your jaw dropped as you shot off the bed and hurried over to help him inside.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked, a mixture of shocked, happy and confused.

“I checked myself out,” Dean answered as you helped him to the untouched bed.

A look crossed Sam’s face that was less happy and more disapproving. “What, are you crazy?”

Grinning, Dean shrugged. “Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.” He chuckled lightly to himself… and then sniffed the air. His smile fell in an instant as his eyes turned to you. “You’re in heat.”

Warmth rose to your cheeks as you gave a tentative nod. “Yeah… I was so stressed… I was so worried… you were dying, and I didn’t know how to cope. And my body must’ve freaked because I was freaking-”

“Hey.” He reached out for you, and you melted right into him. Taking his hand, you took a seat beside him and snuggled into his side. “You’re okay,” he promised.

Sam cleared his throat, shifting on the spot awkwardly. “We've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal.”

“For what?” Dean asked as he looked up at his brother. You didn’t miss the slight snap in his tone.

If Sam heard it, he chose to ignore it. “For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist.”

“You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?”

“We’re not gonna let you die, period,” Sam corrected. “We're going.”

…

The Impala rolled through the mud and came to a stop in a parking lot full of cars and camper vans. In the centre of the gathered crowd was a tent… with a sign that said ‘The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.’.

Dean groaned as he opened his door and glared at the sign.

You slid out of the car first, moving to help Dean. “You okay?”

“Tell me you didn’t know,” he grunted under his breath.

“About the faith healer? I didn’t know,” you assured him. “I’ve been… a little out of it.”

Sam hurried over, then, moving to take his brother from you, to help. “I got ya.”

Pulling away from Sam, Dean turned his glare on him. “I got it. Y/N’s got it.” To prove his point, he leaned on you a little more.

The closer he got, the more you could smell his scent. The more you could feel him. The more you could feel your heat begin to rear its ugly head up again. It wouldn’t be long before you’d need more help… you just didn’t know how that was gonna work now that Dean was around. Things were awkward.

“Man, you are a lying bastard,” Dean snapped at his brother. “Thought you said we were going to see a doctor.”

“I believe I said a specialist,” Sam corrected. “Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal.”

“I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.”

An elderly woman walked passed, then, looking to Dean disapprovingly. “Reverend LeGrange is a great man.”

Dean rolled his eyes at her. “Yeah, that's nice.”

Sighing, you slid your arm through his and let him lean on you further as you started towards the tent. He was slow, and clearly in pain, but he wasn’t fighting Sam on actually going inside, which surprised you.

“I have a right to protest.” The three of you walked by a man standing outside the tent, being pushed along by two officers. “This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money.”

The sheriff was having none of it, though. “Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it.”

“I take it he's not part of the flock,” Dean mumbled.

You chuckled lightly. The hand on his other side reached over and squeezed yours, making you look up at him with a smile.

“When people see something they can't explain, there's controversy,” Sam noted, walking on Dean’s other side.

It didn’t matter how hard Sam tried to convince Dean, he just wasn’t buying any of it. “I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?”

“Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean.”

“You know what I've got faith in?” Dean didn’t bother waiting for a response before answering himself, “Reality. Knowing what's really going on.”

“How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?”

“Exactly. We see them, we know there real.”

“But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?”

“Because I've seen what evil does to good people.”

As the brothers had bickered, you didn’t notice the young Omega woman listening as she walked behind the three of you. It was then, however, that she stepped forward and turned to Dean.

“Maybe God works in mysterious ways.”

Dean stopped and checked her out before smiling at her. “Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject.”

She chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I'm sure.”

Letting you go, Dean offered her his hand. “I'm Dean. This is Sam and Y/N.”

You couldn’t deny that him letting you go hurt. You didn’t comment, though. Instead you just tucked your hands into your jacket pockets and took a step back. Right away, as soon as you moved back from the Alphas, you felt your insides begin to churn.

“Layla,” the young woman introduced. “So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?”

“Well, apparently my brother here believes enough for the both of us.”

An older Omega woman approached them then, placing a hand on Layla’s back. “Come on, Layla. It's about to start.”

Smiling at Dean, Layla let the other woman lead her inside.

“Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways,” Dean muttered under his breath.

“Come on, we should head inside.” Sam gestured for you and Dean to head inside before following you both.

Entering the tent, you didn’t fight Dean as he instantly moved towards the back row. His eyes scanned the place, spotting some cameras.

“Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over.”

It really wasn’t a surprise that Dean had his doubts about the whole thing. The fact he was agreeing to take part in this was big enough, Sam really shouldn’t have expected more from her. But apparently, he did.

“Come on.” Putting an arm around Dean, he started leading him further up the aisle.

“Don't!” Dean grunted, trying to swat Sam away. “What are you doing? Let's sit here.”

Sam was adamant, though. “We're sitting up front.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on,” Sam insisted, pulling Dean along again.

“Oh, come on, Sam.”

“You alright?”

“This is ridiculous.” Dean slapped Sam’s hands away, glaring at his brother. “I'm good, dude, get off me.”

Reaching a row with some spare seats, Sam gestured to them. “Perfect.”

You froze, spotting Layla and her mother sitting right in front of where Sam wanted you to sit. Just… perfect.

When a hand slid into yours, you jumped and turned to Dean who looked from you, to Layla, and then back. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Come on.” With his hand still in yours, he guided you to your seat between him and Sam.

Settling in, you watched and waited as everyone else sat down, or gathered around at the back and side of the tent. The anticipation in the air was thick. Looking around, you noticed just how many sick people there were, and how much faith they all had.

Movement caught your eye as a blind man was helped to the lectern by a woman.

“Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news,” the blind man- who you assumed was Roy, the healer- started. “Never seems good, does it?” he asked, prompting the crowd to agree with him. “Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act. But, I say to you, God is watching.”

“Yes he is,” the crowd murmured.

“God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt,” Roy went on. “It is the Lord who does the healing here friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts.”

Dean leaned towards you and mumbled, “Yeah, and into their wallets.”

“You think so, young man?” Roy asked.

The crowd fell silent as Dean flinched. “Sorry.”

“No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears.” Roy grinned as the crowd chuckled. “What's your name, son?”

Clearing his throat, Dean hesitated before answering, “Dean.”

“Dean.” Roy nodded. “I want- I want you to come up here with me.”

The crowd applauded Roy’s decision as the woman who had helped him to the lectern now stepped up to stand beside him. She smiled at Dean, gesturing for him to come forward as the crowd cheered him on encouragingly.

Dean didn’t move.

“No, it's ok.”

Sam leaned over you to whisper at his brother harshly, “What are you doing?!”

“You've come here to be healed, haven't ya?” Roy noted.

Again, Dean hesitated. “Well, yeah, but ahh…” he glanced around the room, taking in the still applauding crowd, “maybe you should just pick someone else.”

Roy chuckled. “Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did.”

“That's right!”

“Yeah!”

“Come on!”

Encouraged by the excited crowd, Sam nudged his brother. “Get up there!”

Still, Dean didn’t move.

Taking his hand, you felt him freeze as he slowly turned his head to look down at you. It was like all the pressure, and the cheering, and the crowd disappeared as your eyes met.

Squeezing his hand gently, you offered him a small smile. “Please. I know I have no right to push, but… I can’t lose you, Dean.”

His eyes searched yours before he nodded slowly. “O-okay.” Hesitating once more, he then asked, “Come with me?”

Not needing to be told twice, you rose from your seat and helped him to his feet. With your hand in his, the two of you started towards the stage slowly and carefully, while the crowd’s cheering only grew louder.

Reaching the stage, the woman who was waiting with Roy helped you get Dean up so he could stand by the healer.

“You ready?” Roy asked.

Dean glanced at you quickly before turning back to the man before him. “Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer.”

“You will be, son. You will be.” Roy smiled. “Pray with me, friends.”

The crowd lifted their arms and held each other’s hands as Roy lifted his. Reaching over, he placed one hand on Dean’s head as he looked to the tent’s ceiling.

“Alright now,” Roy mumbled. “Alright now.”

Beside you, Dean’s eyes glazed over as his knees grew weak. You tried to keep him up, but he was too heavy as he dropped to kneel on the floor. Still, Roy’s hand remained on his head.

“Alright, now.”

Swaying on the spot, Dean’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed to the floor.

“Dean!” you called as you got to your knees beside him.

Sam shot out of his seat and ran for the stage. “Dean!”

Around you, the crowd clapped and cheered excitedly.

Grabbing Dean’s face carefully, you watching him with panic. He wasn’t waking up. “Dean! Dean, baby, please. Open your eyes. Please.”

His eyes burst open as he took a deep breath. Looking passed you, it was like he was watching something that wasn’t even there.

“Say something!” Sam demanded, grabbing his brother’s jacket.

“I’m okay,” Dean grunted, looking from Sam to you. “I’m okay.”

…

Pacing the hospital room, Sam couldn’t wipe the excited smile from his face. “So, you really feel okay?” he asked, turning to where Dean was sitting on the edge of an examination table, with you by his side.

“I feel fine, Sam.” Yet… Dean seemed unhappy.

Taking your hand, he fiddled with your fingers as he refused to look at his brother. He’d barely paid Sam any attention since you’d all left the church, slash tent, slash miracle place. Either he’d focused on the horizon outside, or he’d been focused on you.

The door opened as the doctor returned, looking over Dean’s file. “Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen.”

“What do you mean, strange?” Dean asked.

She shrugged. “Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack.”

Dean’s hold on your hand tightened momentarily before he managed to correct himself. “Thanks, Doc.”

“No problem.” Giving a short nod, the doctor left the room once more.

“That's odd,” Dean noted.

Sam, though, was playing dumb. He didn’t want to think twice about the situation. He just wanted to be happy that his brother was okay. “Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, man.”

“No, they don't,” Dean argued.

Sighing, Sam shook his head. “Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?”

“Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why.” Dean pushed himself off the table and let go of your hand as he moved to gather his things.

Watching Dean with a confused frown, Sam asked, “What feeling?”

“When I was healed, I just… I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second… I saw someone. This, uh, this old man.” Dean tugged his jacket on. “I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit.”

“But if there was something there, Dean, I think Y/N and I would've seen it, too,” Sam countered. “I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately.”

Dean turned to him. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.”

“Yeah, alright,” Sam sighed. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. I'm gonna visit the reverend. And you…” Dean turned to you, “you’re gonna go to the motel.”

“What?” You looked from him, to Sam, and then back. “Why?”

Leaning in until there were a few inches between you, he sniffed the air. “Sweetheart… we can smell you. You might be feeling fine now, but… when was the last flare up?”

Biting your lip, eyes on the ground, you shrugged. “A couple of hours before you showed up at the motel,” you admitted. “But it’s my fourth day. The worst of it is over.”

“The worst might be over, but it’s not done. It’ll be back soon. I can smell it. I can see the sweat on your forehead. Sweetheart, your hands are shaking,” he noted, taking your hands in his. “You need to go to the motel. Please.”

Letting out a huffed sigh, you gave in and nodded. “Okay.”

Leaning in the rest of the way, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

…

Dean had been right… your heat hadn’t been far off.

Left alone in the motel room, you’d lit some scent blocker candles and bolted the door. You had no doubt your stink would be seeping out of the room, threatening to lure any Alpha to you. With you in so much pain, your stomach twisted into terrible cramps as sweat dripped off you, you wondered if you’d even put up a fight if someone barged in.

The brothers had been gone for hours now. Whoever walked in first… you weren’t sure if they’d give you what you needed.

With Dean back, and now healthy, it made things awkward. Even though he hadn’t commented on it directly, you were sure he knew Sam had been helping you through your heat. You just didn’t know if he was okay with that.

You also didn’t know how Sam felt. Was he going to pull back now that you had someone to lean on? Despite all your confusion, you were sure on one thing… you hoped he wouldn’t change. You hoped Sam would continue getting closer to you. Even if there were still boundaries, even if you couldn’t get him back completely, you just didn’t want to lose him all over again.

You didn’t want to lose either of them.

The handle to the motel room door rattled as someone on the other side tried to get in. You sat up in bed, clutching a pillow to your stomach as you waited with bated breath, wondering if it was a friend or foe.

Before you could call out and ask, their scent reached you.

“Sam,” you whispered to yourself as you scurried off the bed.

Unlocking the door with fumbling fingers, you threw it open and looked up at the Alpha before you.

Searching your eyes, taking in the state of you, Sam barely hesitated a second before moving out of instinct. He grabbed and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he walked into the room. Kicking out, he shut the door with his foot and reach behind him to lock it again. Then he turned his full attention back to you.

“You’re burning up,” he noted as you clung it him, whining. Running his fingers through your hair, he looked down, noticing how clammy you were. “You should have called.”

“Didn’t want to bother you…” your eyes fell to his chest, “or Dean.” You couldn’t look Sam in the eye as you suggested being with his brother. You weren’t sure you wanted to see his reaction.

Grunting at you, he reached down and grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around him. “You’re not a bother. You’re in heat.”

“But you were bus-”

Lips curling into a displeased frown, he walked you over to the table and set you down. “Never too busy for you.” Leaning in, he buried his nose against your neck and breathed in deeply. “Smell so good, 'Mega.”

Hearing him use that title on you sent a shiver down your spine. Sam’s voice grew huskier the more turned on he was, and the sound of it was like music to your Omega ear. Knowing he wanted you so much, almost as much as you needed him.

Reaching between your bodies, he slid his hand inside your sweats, quickly easing into your soaked pussy. You moaned and whined at the touch, arching into him.

“Wanna be inside you, baby,” he groaned in your ear, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “Wanna knot you so fucking bad.”

The memory of how much he’d filled you over the last few days, and the stretch of his knot inside you, made your mouth water as you nodded desperately. “Please. Please, Sam, need you.”

Ripping his hand away, he grabbed your sweats and tore them down your legs. You were so grateful you hadn’t dressed for a hunt, having chosen a loose flannel, the sweats, and some socks. Sam did not have the patience to work through layers to get to your skin right now.

You were quick to return the favour, reaching for his jeans as he pulled your panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside you. The intrusion made you fumble as your eyes rolled. You nearly fell back onto the table, losing your balance as he sought out your sweet spot.

The first time he’d explored every inch of your body since your reunion was when you’d woken up after he’d knotted you the first time. Sam had watched your reactions as his hands, fingers, lips and tongue had trailed all over your skin. The way he’d moved, finding every spot that made your toes curl so easily, made it seem like he remembered the way your body worked even after all those years.

Now was no different. Sam found your sweet spot, making your toes curl and body arch as he quickly drew you close to your first climax.

He grinned, watching you with hungry but amused eyes. “Tell me how that feels.”

“So good,” you breathed, almost falling back against the table.

Sam was quick to catch you, however, using his free arm to wrap around your back and keep you up right. The new position allowed him to lean in closer and drag his nose along the column of your neck.

“You can do better than that.”

Whining as his fingers slowed, you tried to mould the feeling into coherent words.

“Tingly. It tingles. Like you’re stroking every nerve.” You shuddered. “And it feels so good. Wanna cum.”

His thumb brushed along your clit, making you jerk against his hand. “Then cum.”

Your hand shot out to clutch at his arm as you toppled over the edge, crying out as the orgasm shook through you. It was quick, but still left you feeling a little light headed. It took the edge off, easing your heat, but you both knew it was nowhere near enough.

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled his hand away from you and finished freeing himself from his jeans. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he pushed your panties to the side again and lined himself up.

“What do you want, ‘Mega? Tell me.”

Sliding your hands up his chest, you tilted your neck to the side submissively without any real thought. “Want your knot, Alpha.”

Your body lurched as his hips slammed into yours. There was no warm up, no easing into things. He’d given you an orgasm, and now it was time for his.

Clutching at your hips in a vice like grip that would no doubt bruise, Sam pulled back to watch his cock disappear into you with each brutal thrust. His lips were curled into a ravenous snarl as he fucked you hard and fast.

No longer did he care if you stayed upright. Actually, as your back landed on the cold surface of the table, Sam’s hungered eyes dragged along the curves of your body, drinking the sight in. It only made him fuck you harder, until you felt his cock thrust into your cervix over and over.

Moaning shamelessly, you brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples. Sam’s grip tightened as he leaned in, stealing one of your nipples with his lips. Your walls clenched around him as he sucked and nipped on the bud.

With his hips still slamming into yours, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust, and his lips sucking on your nipple, you came once more.

Your walls squeezed him as you body twitched on the table, as your lips parted on a silent scream. The wave of pleasure that rushed through you was warm, and intense, and made you claw at the table under you as your back arched painfully.

Sam watched you come undone, fucking you through your orgasm as he practically drooled over the sight of you. With your walls squeezing him so tightly, he had no control as he felt his knot thicken. Thrusting once more, Sam spilled inside you as his knot popped, locking you together.

“Fuck,” he groaned, still gripping you tightly.

Rolling your head to the side, you moaned as your body twitched a few more times.

You still hadn’t come down completely as Sam gathered you in his arms and held you to his chest carefully as he moved you both to one of the beds. His movements made his cock tug inside you, which only made you hold onto him tighter and moan.

The two of you curled into each other, his hand rubbing your back soothingly as you felt yourself begin to drift. You just felt so warm, and safe, and satiated.

Pressing a kiss to your head, Sam pulled you as close as possible. “I’ll be here when you wake up,” he promised, making you smile as sleep overcame you.

Bamby

#alpha!sam fanfiction #alpha!sam x omega!reader #alpha!sam x omega!you #alpha!sam x omega!y/n #alpha!dean fanfiction #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean x omega!you #alpha!dean x omega!y/n #her saviours

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rileyrooin · 5 years ago

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R&L Live: Detroit

This jumps around and I discussed the show a bit more than in other recaps because there are moments from it that I want to remember. I recognize that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to attend shows and afford VIP tickets. If you aren't interested in reading, or if you want to send me nasty messages about this, I encourage you to just scroll on by instead. As always, please do not repost my pictures without permission.

I attended this show with Mr. Rooin, and two of my friends, R (my BFF) and B. R and B (heh) are both GMM fans. It would be the first time either of them has seen the guys live.

The Show

Britton opened the show. The crowd in Detroit loved him and he really fed off its energy. During the merch song, he started giggling mid-song because we were all laughing about the lyrics; his giggles made the crowd laugh more and he had to stop playing for a minute to compose himself. It was very cute. I cannot wait for him to put out an album. There are several of his songs that have been stuck in my head since the show.

After a brief intermission, Rhett and Link came out on stage. I expected to have a good view since our seats were in the front row, but I guess I didn’t really think about just how close they would both be to me (but especially Rhett). But, suddenly, there he was right in front of me.

As they settled in to begin the show, Rhett scanned the crowd, taking it all in. His eyes briefly met mine when he did so, but he continued to scan and then, unexpectedly, his attention came back to my face. My poor heart just about leaped out of my chest when he shot a small smile at me. I thought I must be imagining it, but once he broke eye contact, R elbowed me and whispered, “Did Rhett just recognize you?” I shrugged and tried to concentrate on their opening banter about the meaning of the name Detroit.

I'm going to share some highlights because no one needs a play-by-play of every moment of the concert:

Tokyo came early that night. Of course, even after Rhett told the crowd that he would do it one time only, there were people who thought they would be cute and continue to shout it and other garbled nonsense (including someone pretending to be CCR). This led to sassy, sarcastic Link making fun of people shouting stuff. Rhett got a bit grumpy at one point and gave the crowd a stern dad expression. I didn't capture either of these moments on camera, but they were hilariously in character.

The setlist was basically the same as the Columbus show, but with fewer songs. We didn't get “Water Dispensing Tab” or any of the other songs they've been subbing in for it in other shows. I feel like something else was removed, but I'm not sure what. I love all of their new songs. I wish they'd release them so people who can't attend the shows could hear them, as well.

At the venue, on either side of the stage, stand two huge knights set into niches in the wall. One of the running themes of that night's banter was Rhett wanting the knights to come to life. He had an elaborate ritual he wanted the room to perform to bring the knights to life that included hissing like a cat, other strange noises, and some voguing. When that didn't work, they moved on, but came back to the topic several times throughout the show. My favorite one was before “Middle School Girlfriend.” Rhett suggested that perhaps if Link played all three of his recorders at once, the knights would come to life. Much like the escaping a simulation handholding from Ear Biscuits, Link was game to give it a try. So, Rhett offered to hold his third recorder for him. The moment was funny, but I was focused on the extreme softness in Rhett’s eyes as he helped Link. The photos don’t begin to do it justice.

After the recorders failed to bring the knights to life, Link tried to steer the conversation back to “Middle School Girlfriend” banter by saying, “This is not unlike what my first kiss looked like.” Rhett was seemingly disinterested in returning to his stool/mic, so he leaned forward to speak into Link’s. Link pushed him away and said, “Get… Get your face outta my mic!”

Throughout the entire show, I kept having to tell myself to stop staring at him. My attempts at having some level of chill were continuously destroyed by Mr. I'm Going to Make Eye Contact Unexpectedly throughout the concert. It sounds foolish, but even though I was in a venue with so many other people, there were moments where watching him play the piano and guitar from that close felt incredibly intimate. But, maybe that's just my crush talking.

The rap section of the show was highly entertaining yet again. Their enthusiasm and excitement during it is so much fun to watch.

During “It's My Belly Button,” he was so close: that cute belly on display right in front of me as he dad danced his heart out.

During one chorus, when he got to the “something I want to show to you" line, he pointed at me. R grabbed my arm and hissed, “Dude, he fucking loves you.” (n.b. This all sounds like wishful thinking from a ridiculous fangirl, but I swear it's true. I harbor no delusions that there was some secret message in his actions. I know it meant nothing; he was simply playing up the moment for a reaction. That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the attention, though.)

Meet and Greet

After the show, we were quickly ushered into a long line that wrapped down the side and around the back of the theater. I used the opportunity to run to the bathroom to freshen up the best I could. My group and I hung out in the line while I proceeded to try to calm my anxiety about talking to them again. One of the things that helped me with this was the soothing sound of Rhett's laughter echoing in the large space. Another thing that helped was watching how amazing they are with all of the fans they meet. From kneeling down to meet children to really focusing their attention on each person they chatted with, it's clear that every interaction is important to them. I know I've said it before, but we love some seriously great guys, y'all.

Prior to the show, I’d talked to Mr. Rooin about how I really wanted to have a nice picture of me hugging Rhett. Ever the patient and understanding one, he offered to hang back while R and I talked to the guys so he could attempt to get that picture on his phone (since Gary would have mine). (Spoiler: he got the picture and it might be my current phone lock screen.)

The line moved quickly (the meet and greet time goes by so fast), so it wasn’t long until it was our turn. R went ahead of me and introduced herself to Link, shaking his hand as she did so. As R moved on to shake Rhett's hand, Link's attention shifted to me over her shoulder. I smiled at him, once again blown away by how blue and intense his eyes are in person. I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but before I could, he welcomed me into a hug and said, “Good to see you again.” He patted my back like the last time, but held the hug for a couple seconds. “How've you been?”

“Good. Better now, though,” I answered as we broke apart. He grinned at me and I felt my heart melt a little bit. And then I turned to my left and into the open arms of the bearded one. He patted my back twice and I squeezed him tightly. He held the hug for a moment, holding me against him, and I probably clung onto the hug for a few seconds longer than I should have. I couldn’t help it; his hugs feel so damn good.

As I stepped back, I realized Link was talking to me again. “It's been awhile.”

“Well, only since April.” In my mind, I was thinking: Why am I getting sassy with Link?

Rhett said something in reply that made my whole face flush and caused my brain to shut down. I looked to Link for rescue. He simply laughed at my reaction, so I laughed with him while my mind was chanting wtf wtf wtf.

Then, Rhett said, “Okay, step up here for the picture. Where do you two want to be?” R, who is the extrovert between us, had fallen totally speechless in their presence. She's a Link girl, so even though logistically she should have been on Rhett's side based on where she was standing when he asked the question, I slid between them so she would be next to Link. (And, yes, so I could be next to Rhett.) As I put my arm around Rhett's waist, I glanced up at him and he was smirking away. I'm sure my crush is terribly obvious to him, but… meh, what are you gonna do? Gary took the picture while I tried to take in the moment and how it felt to have his body pressed so close to mine with his hand on my shoulder. After that R did a solo picture with the guys. She finally found her voice to ask for hugs before she left and they obliged.

I did an individual photo with them and then, my meet and greet time was nearly done. I handed Rhett the letter I'd written them and stammered out an explanation about how I hoped they would read it later. He smiled kindly and then passed it back to me to give to Jenna. I hung around watching while B and Mr. Rooin met them. Finally, we got our posters/bags from Jenna, Lily, and Lincoln. I talked to Britton for a minute before we made our way out and took a picture with him this time. I almost made it out of the theater before I teared up. Almost.

I feel very fortunate and grateful that their shows have been in locations close to me. Years ago, when I discovered these two and became a fan, I never expected that I would have the opportunity to meet them once, let alone three times. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would be someone they would recognize on sight. I heard them say similar things to other fans who they'd met before. It's comforting to know that even though there are millions of fans out there, they see us.

#riley's ramblings #meet and greet #smitten kitten #i love two (2) men #i am a walking awkward situation #rhett and link live #randl live detroit

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she-writes-words · 5 years ago

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Summer Lovin’ Chapter 3

Pairing: Harry Holland x Original Female Character

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Fluff, Bad Writing

Summary: Once Toni starts flirting with Harry, it's really hard to stop. His obvious flirtation back makes it even harder. Zendaya can't stop teasing her for almost kissing him, and the group can't stop teasing her because, well, she's Toni.

A/N: This is split into three scenes, which may be confusing. Here is Chapter 3 though!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

There was something almost bewitching about running along a beach right at sunrise. The town silent, most of its occupants sleeping. The peace and quiet made it easier to hear the waves crashing against the shore. I felt at home in places like this. But nothing could have made it better than the curly haired boy beside me.

Harry and I were sat on a large boulder, watching the enticing waves. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail before the sweat could cool and make it stick to my back. Glancing at Harry, I smiled, finding myself in awe at his effortless charm. Curls slightly damp, the breeze blowing them around atop his head. Naturally, he had left his camera back at the house, and was taking photos with his phone instead. A look of concentration took over his features.

With a grin, he turned his phone towards me, successfully capturing my shocked face. Startled, I look away, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. “Ya know, it’s not nice to stare, darling,” Harry laughed.

“Oh, shush you,” I playfully snapped back at him. A smile graced my lips as I nudged his shoulder a bit, only to have him dramatically bounce back into me. His body hit mine with enough force that I lost my balance. A last-minute grab at his arm to try and steady myself ended with the two of us tumbling over the edge and into the sand.

When we hit the ground, I fell into Harry’s side, the two of us laughing like maniacs. My eyes wandered across his form as he laughed. They landed on our entangled legs and that’s when I realized the position we had fallen into. We were chest to chest, Harry's arm behind me, cradling the back of my head. Flushed from our proximity, I scrambled away from his arms. Before I could get far, Harry yanked me forward by my arm.

Amid the commotion, I found myself in an even more compromising position. Harry had turned when he pulled me forward, pulling my body onto his. To ground my balance, I dug my hands into the sand on the sides of his head, blushing as I peered down at him. Beneath me, Harry fell silent, his brown eyes gazing up at me with a new intensity.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, resembling a nervous teenager. “You were going to hit the rock. Didn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“I was just moving away a bit, Harry,” I replied gently. “Sorry to worry you.”

Harry shook his head, one of his hands coming up to brush some stray hair back. He smiled up at me, shyly, intimately. A smile I had never been on the receiving end of before now. One that I had seen him give another girl once before. “You look good like this.”

I snorted, raising myself to a sitting position, hands on his chest for balance. To others, this would look highly inappropriate, but that was the last thing on my mind as I sarcastically shot a reply at him. “What, on top of you?”

“I meant flustered, but yeah. That too.”

There was always this flirtatious spark to the two of us, but neither of us had taken it far. Maybe this is what Zendaya was always talking about. An obvious spark between us. Between the sinful smirk on his face and the wink he shot me, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

I found myself lowering my lips down to his, eyes fluttering closed, a trance-like feeling taking over. There was a sharp intake of breath that rang in my ear as I leaned further down. His hands found their place on my lower back, sticking to my skin from the tacky sweat on his palms. They were hot, something I was painfully aware of.

Before our lips could touch, my ringtone started to play loudly in our ears. I threw my body off his, hyper-aware of our surroundings and what we were previously doing. Harry pulled my phone out from underneath his body and handed it to me. It had stopped ringing before I could answer, a missed call from Harrison flashing across the screen. A quick text back to him and we were headed back to the house, awkward silence enveloping us, and proper space between us.

* * *

“Wait, you mean Harrison interrupted possibly the best moment of your life?” Zendaya hissed.

I swatted at her arm, looking around to make sure nobody could hear our conversation. “I wouldn’t call it that, but yes. He did interrupt something…” I tried to think of the right word for our near kiss but couldn’t find it.

A loud came from my mouth as I replayed this morning’s events. I slid my fingers under my sunglasses, rubbing at my eyes as if I could physically wipe away the memories. “Anyways, it was probably just a heat of the moment kind of thing. Best that he interrupted it before I could do something stupid.”

Zendaya frowned, picking at the sandwich in front of and digging her toes into the sand of the beach. The beach was quite occupied, many large groups laying around sunbathing or floating in the water. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining and heating up more than this morning, but a cool breeze was starting to settle in a bit. The waves crashing into the rocks and flowing up to tickle the toes on the shore, it was serene.

After a lazy morning at the house, the six of us had decided to picnic on the beach for a late lunch. The guys had wolfed their food down and made a beeline for the water. Z and I had hung back to get a bit of a private chat in. We were talking about the impending doom of our vacation ending, both of us would be pretty busy after this. But mostly we gossiped about men, one man in particular.

“You don’t think maybe he’s actually into you? He was probably dying for a moment like that.”

“Doubt it. He probably just sees me as an older sister, Z. I’m not his type, dude.” I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. Scanning the beach for our group of friends, I spot Harry chatting up a tall, pretty redhead. “See, Z. She’s way more his type. Tall, slim, and so pretty.”

She punches me in the shoulder making me cry out in pain. I glare daggers at her as I rub my wounded shoulder, cursing under my breath. “You’re a complete idiot,” she groans, rolling her eyes. “Do you not realize how gorgeous you actually are? You constantly put yourself down, comparing your looks to others. There are tons of guys who are probably into you. I mean, that Braeden guy was super into you. And I know I’ve seen Tom and Harrison check you out a few times.”

I cringe at that visual and try to shake it away. “That’s gross, stop it.” I stretch my legs out in front of me, watching Harry and the redhead laugh about something, her hand upon his arm. Z notices and smacks my leg, jumping to her feet and extending a hand out to me.

“Ignore it, he’s not into her. Now, let’s go have some fun with our boys, huh?” I sigh, but take her hand, letting her pull me to my feet. Throwing her arm around my shoulders, she leads me to the water. I notice our trio of friends missing.

“Think they drowned?” I giggle. Zendaya laughs, shaking her head. A ‘you’re bad’ is mumbled from my friend as we stand at the shore.

Looking back towards where Harry was, I notice the girl handing her phone over to Harry, the man taking it happily. I bite my lip and look back at Zendaya whose chest was already deep in the water. She splashes water at me as I slowly make my way in, momentarily forgetting about the duo on the beach not far from us.

I swear, the minute girls are around, all guys act like a bunch of children. As I waded into the water, now just barely reaching my midriff, a form jumps out and grabs me, dragging me under the water. The scream I let loose was muffled as I was submerged. Slowing my heart rate down once the initial shock wears off, I reach around for the hand that grabbed me but came up empty. Those assholes dragged me under and ditched.

Jumping back up and coughing on the water I had inhaled; I spot the retreating form of the oldest Holland and Harrison not too far behind. Jacob was standing a few feet away from me, cackling next to Zendaya.

“Are you ok?” I look in the vicinity of the yelling, Harry looking back at me as he walks back to our group. Behind him is the redhead walking back to her group on the other end of the beach, wildly waving at her.

“I’m fine, but I’m going to murder your brother!”

Tom, just barely to the shore, looks back at me shocked. “Me? What did I do?”

“So, it was Haz then?” Haz shakes his head, pointing at Tom. “Thought so.” I flipped him off and floated over to Zendaya and Jacob.

“I’m so sorry, Toni. They talked me into it, it was all their idea,” Jacob apologized. I would have believed him had he not been biting back a laugh just a moment earlier.

I sneered playfully at Jacob before turning to watch Harry slowly make his way back into the water. His curls were starting to dry already, clinging to his forehead. I was probably staring more than I should have, so I looked away. Busying myself by stating a conversation with Zendaya, I missed the look from Tom, who had to notice me ogling his younger brother. I also missed the smirk plastered on said brother’s face as he swam over to us.

“So, Harry, you finally get a date or something?” Harrison teased the ginger.

Harry was quick to shake his head in response. “Nah, just a fan who wanted to chat a bit.” I smiled to myself, earning a light punch in the arm from Zendaya when she sees it.

After a bit of chatting and floating around, the guys' interest was caught by a game of volleyball. Whether it was the bikini-clad ladies or an actual interest in the game was beyond me. Whatever it was had Tom and Jacob heading over to join in. Zendaya had disappeared a moment earlier, leaving me with Harry and Jacob.

Floating on my back, eyes closed, I listened to the two of them chatting. The slow rocking motion of the water had me drifting off, not noticing the sudden silence between the men. The screaming and laughing from others on the beach drowned out the snickering from Harry and Jacob. There wasn’t an inkling or sense of doom, there was just silence.

And then I was flying through the air.

I screamed as I fell into the water a few feet from where I was thrown. Landing with a large splash and a sharp sting hitting my skin, I let myself sink down a bit before finally swimming up for air. When I broke free from the water, I whipped around to look for the boys, pushing my wet hair out of my eyes. They had run off to join the jerks who had left earlier.

“Screw you, Harry! You Holland boys are such assholes,” I screamed at him, my middle finger standing proud in the air. The only reaction from him was a smile before he high fived Jacob.

* * *

“Why do the boys always tease me? They never pull that shit with you,” I whined to Zendaya. Leaning up against the snack counter, I bit the tip of my straw watching the crowd around us.

“That’s because they know I’d kick their asses. You, you look tough, but your soft inside and out.” She smiled at me before patting my head. Damn that height difference. I narrowed my eyes at her but smiled when she arched her brow and put a hand on her hip.

“They’re such jerks,” I mumbled a tone of humor to my words.

We sat there in silence for a few moments until Zendaya opened her mouth and surprised me. “So, this guy asked me out earlier.” I snapped my head around, getting a look at her.

“I’m sorry, what? Who? When?” I stared at her in shock, racking my brain for when this could have happened. Was it Tom? Were the Tomdaya fans finally getting their wish? She quickly shut that down though.

“When you were too busy being thrown around by Harry, I was chatting up a very cute guy. His name is Ty, he’s a college student playing basketball, and did I mention he’s hella cute?” Zendaya hides a smile as she takes a sip of her drink. “He’s taking me out to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Damn, Z. God, I’m jealous. I want to go on a date with a cute guy too.” I giggled at her, earning an eye roll from Z.

“Well if you’d just confess your desire for lover boy, you could be getting some too.”

“I meant a date, Zendaya. I don’t need to get laid, smartass.” I knocked my curls behind my back and bumped shoulders with her.

“I’m sure he’ll check both boxes for ya.” She gave me a flirty smile and a thumbs up, making me laugh loudly.

“Does someone have a secret boyfriend that we don’t know about?”

I glared at Jacob, who came strolling up with the other guys, holding popcorns and drinks. Harry handed one to Zendaya and gave me a small wink, shaking his towards me. I gave him a weird look before turning back to Jacob.

“No, Jacob. No boyfriend- “I started but was cut off by Zendaya’s hand smacking my shoulder and gripping it tightly.

“But she’s definitely got the hots for someone.” She nudged me, bumping me into Harry.

I gaped at her, not believing she was literally about to sell me out. The boys were staring at me, waiting for clarification. It was making me nervous. My eyes shifted between Zendaya and Tom, then over to the other three men. “Zendaya’s got a date with a random dude tomorrow.” I flipped Zendaya off and walked away. I heard her stuttering over her words right before they were out of my sight.

As I walked down the hall searching for the number of our auditorium, I heard loud steps behind me. Looking back, Harry’s figure was walking towards me quickly, the rest of the group not too far behind. A few more steps and he had caught up with me. A long arm was thrown over my shoulders holding me close to his body.

I spotted our auditorium and directed the taller boy towards it, pushing him in front of me. We filed into the dark lit room to find it nearly empty. I gripped Harry’s arm, pointing at a row of seats in the middle of the room. The perfect angle to watch a movie. Harry took my free hand and pulled me up the stairs, guiding me to our seats. Thanking God for the poor lighting, I checked around us to make sure nobody saw.

“So, remind me why we decided on a horror flick. We do realize Toni is going to be in someone’s lap by the end of it, right?” Zendaya laughs as we settle into our seats.

“What is this, pick on Toni day?” I grumbled.

Harrison looks over at me from his spot next to Zendaya. “You can hop in my lap anytime, TT,” he teases. I let out a girly giggle and blew him a playful kiss.

Harry nudged me, grabbing my attention. I raised my brow at him, questioning what he wanted. He held the popcorn out to me and sipped at his drink. “I figured we could share. I know neither of us will finish one on our own.” I smiled, thanking him before sipping at my drink. I could hear Zendaya moaning about Harry insinuating she was fat since she could handle a large popcorn on her own. It made me laugh a little.

Harry leaned closer to me; lips pressed against my ear. “My lap is always free for you to occupy. Just say the word.”

I choked on my soda, some of spewing out of my mouth. Ignoring the hard stares from my friends, I tried coughing to clear it out. Harry’s hand pounded on my back as he muffled a laugh with his other fist. Once my lungs were cleared, I waved him off, looking up at the movie screen.

The lights started to dim further as the show started, shutting our chattery group up. Leaning my head on Harry’s shoulder, I grabbed some popcorn and popped it in my mouth. The graphics for the Coke ad grabbing my attention for the next couple of minutes.

Throughout the movie, Harry would lean over and whisper something funny in my ear. I’d stifle a laugh and try to ignore him as best as I could. His hand, hot on my knee, made me hyper-aware of how close we were actually sitting to each other. His thumb started rubbing circles on the skin in the crook of my knee. I stared blankly at the screen, but from the corner of my eye, I could see Harry watching my face. I was in such a trance I had forgotten the number one rule to watching horror flicks: Do not zone out.

All of a sudden, a figure jumped out on screen. Not expecting it, I ended up screaming and nearly jumping out of my seat. I could hear Zendaya’s laughing as the group and those around us were staring. I hid my face in my hands, calling out a quick apology. My sudden movement had shifted Harry’s hand further up my leg to my inner thigh, his grip tightening out of fear at my outburst. Attempting to break it free, I shifted my legs a bit, but with no success.

To my left, I spotted Zendaya staring at the hand on my thigh then shifting to look up at me. A waggle of her eyebrows had me laughing then choking on the soda I had just sipped from. That was the second time tonight, what a loser am I?

Harry looks at me with a look of concern on his face. “You ok, darling?” he whispers in my ear. Throat successfully cleared, I nod and bite my lip, turning to banter back.

“I’m fine, Harry. Don’t you think you should move that hand of yours though?” I whispered back to him. I narrow my eyes at him when he shows me a delicious smirk.

“I’m sorry, does this bother you? Am I making you flustered?” I shake my head, giggling at him. Our faces were so close that I could feel his breath heating my skin.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish, Holland,” I warned.

He looks at me, mock hurt taking over his expression. “Who says I can’t finish it?”

Eyes wide, I look back at the screen. My breathing is heavy, my mind reeling. Game on, Harry. Game on.

#harry holland #summer romance #friends to lovers #harry holland fanfiction #summer lovin chapter 3 #summer love

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writerforprompt · 7 years ago

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Kai x Reader First Person Smut

Kai Anderson Smut

First Person

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Manipulation, Kink Shaming, Foul Language, Heavy Dub – Con, Anal, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, Object Insertion, Choking, Unsafe Practice of BDSM, Drugs and Alcohol (Mentioned Use), Innocence Play, Hinted Pregnancy, Rough Sex, Camera/Recorded Sex, Cult Association, Masturbation

Authors Note: I don’t own Cult or any of it’s characters. Hope you enjoy this short story! Let me know what you think.

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“Who do you love the most?”

His eyes stared into mine and, not for the first time since meeting him, I felt terror shock a line up my spine.

“Love is a myth.” I replied looking up at him from under my dark lashes, moments away from tears, hoping to hear his disagreement. It didn’t come. Instead, he licked his lips and tightened his hold on my pinkie.

“Is that your greatest fear?” He followed up.

I blinked twice, letting a tear glide down my face, smudging my eyeliner down my cheek. I took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“You’re very dear to me. Do you know that? All that you have suffered; it’s beautiful.” He took my chin with his other hand and tilted my head upwards. Lust and madness danced gleefully in his eyes. He brushed my hair over my shoulder.

“I love you.” I choked out.

He chuckled.

“Liar.” He grabbed my throat roughly, shaking me rough, somewhat playfully. He slapped my cheek lightly. “You’re scared.” He observed.

I was breathing roughly, terrified.

“There’s nothing to be scared of.” He ran his hand through my hair. “Do you know why I wanted you to here? I saw something in you that was trapped, locked away deep inside you. I saw potential. You’re not scared of me; You’re scared I’ll show you who you really are. You want me to. That’s why you came to me, special one.”

My legs were trembling. He knew. His smile slowly stretched from ear to ear.

“P-please.” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

“It’s okay, baby – I know what you need.”

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. He knew.

Winter told him.

It was the first time I had ever been invited to a party. It was loud and there were plastic cups everywhere. I scanned the room until I spied someone with a shred of decency. She leaned against the wall with an unopened bottle of Tequila. She caught my eye and turned to gaze at the crowd of drunks, humping and dancing to the music that came from the speaker. She smiled and walked over to me.

“This party is shit. A bunch of pigs just waiting until you get drunk enough to give them a chance. Wanna ditch?” She shook the bottle teasingly.

I didn’t know her. But then again, I didn’t really know anybody there. What was there to lose?

“Sure.”

She introduced herself as Winter Anderson and within moments we were at her house. A couple of hours passed like nothing. By the time we swapped ex horror stories the bottle was empty, and the room was foggy from the smoke. A bong sat between us on her bed.

“Truth or hit?”

I threw back my head and laughed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I was still moving, even though I sat perfectly still. I swayed back and forth to her music before looking her in her eyes, ready to answer.

“Truth.” She smiled and took a hit.

“What gets you off?” I blushed, and scanned my brain for an appropriate answer, so I wouldn’t be judged.

“When a guy whispers in my ear.” I settled with a tame turn-on.

She laughed. “Bullshit.”

“What?” I protested, letting a nervous cough of a laugh to escape my lips.

She leaned forward and stuck out her pinky finger. I hesitated. I didn’t really know her. Fuck it. I let out an excited breath and leaned forward to twist my red pinky ginger around her blue one. I blamed my boldness on the drugs and alcohol.

“Calling someone Daddy; Being told what to do; When Daddy gets rough with me. That’s what gets me off.”

She looked into my dark eyes to see if I was telling the truth. I was. She smiled and laughed it off. “I knew it was something like that.” I froze.

“You can tell?”

She shook her head quickly. “Not unless you look for it. Have you ever done something about it?”

“No. My ex didn’t want to.”

“You should.” She smiled and took a hit. Then she proceeded to tell me about Scottie Mickels and how she let him do anal. That’s how it went for a while, that is, until I could just lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

She shook me out of my day dreaming. It felt like someone was pulling me down from a cloud. I felt weightless. I turned my head and found her eyes.

“Yes ma’am?”

Her eyebrows jerked upwards. She looked around the room and threw a pencil in my direction.

“Hand it to me that pencil.” Wordlessly, I took the pencil from in front of me and stuck out my hand to give it back to her.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Holy shit.”

I stared at her.

“You’re really out of it.” She decided it was time to go to bed. She put the bong on the nightstand and pulled me off the bed. She wiped off the little pieces of weed off her blanket and laid me down underneath it. She then gave me a glass of water to drink. I felt like I was on a swaying boat. Winter set herself down on the other side of the bed and placed her phone in between us. I let her music lull me to sleep.

The next day she told me about her brother.

The day after that, she took me to him.

I told Kai about my childhood. I told him about my mother, my brother, and my sister, but I never told him about what I think about when it’s the middle of the night, and nobody’s awake. I never told him, but he knew.

I suspected he knew from the very start.

“Come over here.” He released my pinky and sat in the middle of his couch, taking off his shirt in the process. He treated the situation as if it was nothing, leaning back against the cushions, waiting. Shame flooded me for my growing excitement and terror. I followed him after a beat of indecision, and soon stood in front of him.

“Now sit on Daddy’s lap.” I let out a harsh breath and stared at his lap. He licked his lips and rubbed the outline of his cock with the palm of his left hand. I almost obeyed.

“It’s a little early to start misbehaving.” He chided. His right hand pulled my wrist towards him, urging me to sit. My knees bent on both sides of his hips and I lowered myself onto his jean-clad budge. He let his hands latch onto my waist, bunching my skirt and pulling it up a few inches to expose my upper thighs. Before I could catch on, he brought his hips to rub and hump at my core. He bounced me roughly up and down on him and grunted in pleasure. My hands found his shoulders and I held on to him as he continued to quench his sudden need for friction.

“Kai! I-,” My sentence was cut off when he stopped thrusting against me and held my throat, squeezing twice. He grabbed me hard enough to let me know I had done something to displease him.

“You want to get my attention; you call me Daddy. I mean, isn’t that what you want? You want a nice, strong Daddy to take care of you and this.” He let go of my throat and groped my pussy. I was humiliated, horrified. But he was right.

He pushed my panties to the side and swirled his fingers inside of me, groaning in approval at how wet I was. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“D-Daddy, please.”

“Get on your knees.” He slipped his fingers out and brought them to his lips, tasting me before he released me. I obeyed without hesitation.

“Baby, I’ve been a little stressed lately.” He rubbed my hair and pulled me closer to kneel in-between the V of his open legs. “We’re so close to winning. Everything’s going perfect. And I’ve got to stay in control to keep focused.”

I nodded and looked into his eyes. He wanted to play first. My eyes widened in innocence. “I understand, Daddy.”

He smirked and let his left hand undo the button on his pants. My eyes followed his movements. Kai slowly slid his zipper down and pulled out his cock and balls. “You’ve never seen a man’s cock before, have you?” He slid his hand up and down him shaft. It stood in front of me, large and hard. I shook my head and looked up at him innocently.

He let his blue hair fall to his shoulders and tied mine away from my face. “I have a way you can help daddy.”

“How?” I bit my lip and took a shy glance at his lap.

“Take your clothes off.” His lips twitched into a sinister smile.

“What?” I blinked up at him, innocently tilting my head to the side.

“Listen to daddy.” He warned. I slowly took off my dress. “And your underwear.”

I complied, eyes never leaving his. I was soon back between his legs. He took ahold of his member and aimed it in my direction. “Now suck it.”

I hesitated. He grunted in frustration, annoyance and pushed my head down towards his pelvis. I close my eyes as he humped his hard cock against my face. I gasped in shock. Kai took this as his chance and placed his ball sack in my mouth.

“Get them nice and wet, or else Daddy’s gonna start playing rough.” He whispered with the intensity of a caged beast. Silently, I ran my tongue around his sensitive skin and coated his balls with my saliva. He hissed at my compliance and humped his cock against my nose and forehead. When he was satisfied with my work, be backed away and lined up his cock against my closed mouth. He pulled my hair and I yelped in pain; He wasted no time and lodged himself between my cheeks. I gagged, and he thrust forward.

“Fuck! That’s it!” He yelled in satisfaction. He chucked and kept on thrusting into my throat, making me gag. “I knew you’d help Daddy; I knew you’d be so good at his.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped the outside of my right cheek a couple of times, leaving a line of his cum to connect from my lips. I looked up at him, wondering why he stopped.

I froze when he pointed his phone at me. I heard his camera click. He stuck his cock back into my mouth, snapping a picture of the bulge it made. I gave an involuntary suck and swallowed around his member.

“Look at me.” He commanded. My eyes snapped to his. “Good girl. Keep your eyes on the camera.” He snapped his hips to meet my mouth without warning. He grunted like an animal as he fucked my mouth, staring at me through his phone screen, making sure he got my eyes in the shot. I wiped my eyes when he finally let me catch my breath.

“Come on – say it. Come on, baby girl. Who’s your daddy?” He said from behind his phone. I looked directly into the camera lens.

“You are. You’re my daddy.” I licked my lips.

“That’s right, baby, and what are you doing right now?” He chuckled fondly.

“I’m helping you relax, Daddy.” He groaned.

“On my lap.”

Kai grabbed a bottle of lube from his jean pocket and tossed his pants onto the floor. He coated his fingers well and sat me on his lap, my back to his chest. I leaned forward and looked backwards at him.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Daddy needs a little more help relaxing.” He spread my legs wider. My eyes widened.

“I’m a –,”

“Virgin? Daddy knows. Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” I inhaled sharply, my mind racing. What?

I gasped in shock when he slid his middle finger into my ass. I couldn’t speak. He moved his finger in and out, exploring my walls.

“Daddy!” I pleaded in shock. His other hand groped my left ass cheek, roughly kneading my flesh and slapping it. He pulled out his finger and rubbed some lube around my hole. His pointer finger joined his middle pumping in and out of my ass. It burned. All I could do was paint as pain and pleasure intertwined within me. He moved to trace circles around my clit while he fingered me from behind.

“So good. You’re doing perfect, bitch.” I jumped at his rough tone. His touch grew rougher. He added a third finger.

“Daddy, I can’t!” I choked out, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

“You think you have a choice now? You already said you would help Daddy. You’ve been teasing me every meeting.” My cheeks burned. I wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. All those times I thought he didn’t notice.

“You wanted this.” He accused. “This is what you think about when you finger your greedy pussy at night.” With that, he took his fingers out of my hole and immediately replaced them with his cock.

“Ah!” I hissed, gritting my teeth and exhaling sharply. He felt so big inside my walls. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out, chasing after his own pleasure. He grunted and fucked upwards into my ass. I felt his balls slap against my thighs. His fingers left bruises on my hips and breasts.

“That’s it, slut. You needed this. I could tell you needed this. That’s it, take Daddy’s big cock.” He moaned sharply before pulling out and pushing my shoulders forward, sending me to fall halfway onto the coffee table. He was on me in an instant, jamming his cock into my pussy. He licked his fingers quickly and rubbed small circles around my clit.

I panted, letting small bursts of air to leave my parted lips as he continued his thrusts.

He smirked at my appearance. Hair wildly bouncing in time with my breast, pupils blown, eyes wild. “Daddy just couldn’t resist, baby. You understand I’ve been under a lot of pressure.” He fucked into me faster, harder. “You’re helping Daddy out so much – being such a good girl. Daddy’s almost done.” He leaned forward to scrape his teeth on my shoulder. “You’re gonna look so good filled with my cum.”

“I -I…” My back straightened. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He caught my eye and let out a laugh.

“How else will you give birth to my heir.”

I was filled with terror. He planned on getting me pregnant. He felt me clench around his cock. He rubbed my clit faster, more deliberately at my clit. I shuttered and climaxed with a yell, before slumping onto the coffee table, giving into his assault.

Feeling my body go lax, he eagerly placed both hands on my hips and moved my body in time with his thrusts, pleased with my decision to obey.

“That’s it, bitch. Such a good girl. Taking my cock – taking my cum.” He grunted and slammed into me three more times before I felt his release. He let out a long groan and slapped my ass, as if silently telling me I did well. I jerked in time with his finishing thrusts and rested my head on the table, exhausted.

He slowly rocked against me, sliding in and out gently, riding out the aftershocks. He griped the base of his cock and slid out of me. I looked back and saw it hanging, sated, against his thigh. Kai stretched and popped his back. He looked around and took the remote from where it fell on the floor.

I could only let out a shaky moan as he shoved it halfway inside of me to keep his cum trapped in my womb.

“Good girl.” He kissed my head and tugged me to stand. “Our child will be destined for greatness.” I nodded.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He smiled that beautiful smile of his. I could see his dimples. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He held out his pinky.

I didn’t hesitate to intertwine mine with his.

#kai anderson x reader #Kai Anderson #kai anderson smut #ahs cult #ahs fic #ahs #evan peters

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Adrien went the next day to visit his father in the hospital.

"Adrien," Gabriel said, reaching out a hand to him. "I was told you were missing right before I came here. And your mother is missing. And that Nathalie had handed in her resignation a few days before I ended up here. Something about an opportunity in Italy. Is this true?"

Adrien had the chance now to steer the narrative. He couldn't control everything, but maybe he could get his father to see this as a wakeup call.

"Mom's been missing for a couple years," Adrien said, taking a seat next to his father's bedside. The lights were off and the door to the private room was closed, muffling the noise. "Nathalie did leave yesterday, she couldn't delay. She said she's sorry."

"And you, Adrien? Where were you?"

"I was... I ran away. From you."

"Why?" Gabriel stopped and removed his glasses, shaking his head slowly. "I'm sure the doctors told you I can't remember. And if you were running from me, you probably do not wish to discuss it with me. But I don't know, and it seems I have no one else to ask."

"We've been disagreeing on a lot of things. I've felt... stifled. Boxed in. Father, you've gotten so cold. Mom being gone is hard on both of us, but I still need you."

Gabriel was quiet for a while. "What happened with your mother? No one will tell me."

"She was just gone one day. There were no leads. I can help you find the private detectives you hired when it happened. Talking to them might help."

"Yes. Yes, in a few days, when I'm stronger."

"How's your head?" Adrien asked.

"I don't want you to worry about that."

"I'll worry anyway. Might as well let me know how much to worry."

Gabriel considered this, then nodded.

"Because my memory is missing along with the head pain, head trauma was naturally suspected, but no such injury shows on any scan or examination. A psychiatric diagnosis has been considered, and the words 'difficult personality' and 'narcissist' have been thrown around excessively. Do you know of any major stress in my life that might have caused this?"

"No," Adrien lied. "Just normal work stuff. Maybe it was Nathalie leaving."

"I wish she would pick up my calls," Gabriel said. "At the very least she should answer if we were-"

Was Gabriel Agreste blushing?

"You two weren't involved," Adrien said. "I can be oblivious, but I would have noticed that."

"That's reassuring." His tone was sarcastic but he couldn't hide all the relief he felt making his rigid posture falter for a moment. "It doesn't explain her sudden departure though."

"All she told me was to tell you she was sorry."

Adrien and Gabriel chatted for a few minutes, Adrien showing him a few of his recent modeling photos on his phone. Adrien left, promising to come back soon.

The moment he was in the stairwell he pulled out his phone.

"Hey," Marinette said. He heard her sewing machine in the background. "I'm working on a present for Nino, and you're about his height, any chance you can stop by today?"

"I think he only talked to me that long because I'm the only person around," Adrien said, the first tears falling down his face.

"Where are you?" she asked, and he heard the sewing machine turn off.

"Leaving the hospital," he said, wiping his face as he walked past people in the entrance.

"Meet me on the roof. I'll be there in a minute."

Adrien found a spot to transform and hopped up to the roof, waving at windows on his way up the side of the building.

"Hey," Ladybug said before she had even slowed to a stop. "What do you need?"

"Can we just go somewhere? Just the two of us?"

She kissed him and grabbed his hand. "I'll follow you anywhere, Kitty."

"I think that's my line, My Lady."

They ran hard and fast. For a while they ran part of their patrol route, but their eyes were on each other instead of the city below. They swept around some favorite landmarks before settling on the beams of the Eiffel Tower, out of breath and leaning on each other.

"When was the last time we patrolled?" Chat asked as Ladybug slid down on her back, her head cushioned by his leg.

"We were supposed to the night I was... you know."

"Let's think of it as the night you showed me how much you love me?"

She smiled up at him. "You're too kind to me, silly Kitty."

They stayed there a while, watching the clouds above and city below. Ladybug had almost fallen asleep when Chat Noir spoke.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," she said, blinking hard and stretching a little.

"Did you really have a crush on me? Other me?"

Had her hands not flown to cover her face, Ladybug would have seen a twin blush on Chat's face.

"Yes. I can't believe you never guessed. I was so awkward around you."

"I suspected," he said. "I think I didn't want to think you liked me, because I loved Ladybug and you- other you, was someone I never wanted to hurt or disappoint."

Ladybug reached up to boop his nose. "I think it all worked out splendidly," she said. "You're my favorite person, you know? It's nice not having to keep that thought to myself any more."

"You're too kind to me, My Lady."

He leaned down and kissed her, gently and softly and she melted a little.

"Do you want to talk about seeing him?" she asked when he pulled back.

"I really don't," he said. "We have to go see Fu and meet these new people taking the butterfly and peacock soon."

"How soon?" she asked.

He flipped open the screen on his baton. "A little over a half hour."

"Do you want to just... nap here?"

"Both of us? No, I think we'll fall and die. If you want to though, I will accept my fate as human pillow. In fact, I welcome it. It's my new vocation in life."

"Talkative pillow," she said, turning on her side and placing a hand just above his knee.

"Just sleep, My Lady," he said, running his fingers through her pigtails, mindful of his claws.

/*****/

"Come in," Master Fu said when Marinette and Adrien arrived. "If you would like to be transformed before our new teammates arrive, I suggest doing so now."

They transformed and helped set up tea and some pastries Marinette had stopped to get from her parents. They were just setting everything on the table when a knock sounded.

"Welcome," Master Fu said when he opened the door. "Please make yourselves-"

He was cut off by a short young woman hugging him with enough force to knock him back a step.

"It's been so long! We've missed you! Even Grumpypants here." She stepped into the room and clapped her hands together. "You two have the cutest outfits! We've been following you on the news since the beginning, you're so talented for first timers!" She tugged her companion into the room and he put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look that she met with an overly-sweet smile that only made him frown. "I'm Bridgette Cheng, the previous Ladybug, and this is my grumpy fiance, Felix Greyling, former Chat Noir."

Adrien recovered from the windstorm that is Bridgette and stepped forward to shake their hands. "It's so nice to meet you! You two were masters of avoiding cameras, there's so little on your work as heroes. Mr. Greyling, I'd love to ask you a few questions if you have the time today."

"It's Felix," he said. "We'll see how much time we have."

"We'll have time," Bridgette said, that too-sweet smile back.

"Please, sit," Master Fu said.

Pastries and tea were shared and Bridgette and Ladybug started talking about how Tikki was doing. When they paused, Felix turned to Chat Noir.

"Is Plagg still a little shit?"

"Yes. Yes he definitely is."

Adrien felt that a bond was forged in that moment.

"Felix, you will hold the Butterfly Miraculous for your mission in Germany," Master Fu said. "And Bridgette, you will hold the Peacock. Your kwamis are excited to meet you."

"If we could put that off," Bridgette asked, "I'm a bit worried about this whole plan involving Felix."

The group went over the details of the plan. Felix would transform and akumatize a willing Master Fu. With Nooroo's cooperation, Felix would look the same as Gabriel's Hawkmoth. The team would "take down" "Hawkmoth" and the akuma and tell the city that they were safe and Hawkmoth was taken away by a secret group that they couldn't disclose.

"But you'll be using your powers against him," Bridgette said. "I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of having Cataclysm used on me. And some of those Lucky Charms can be horrifying. I got a knife once. Just, a knife. There was nothing to cut. I didn't use it. Was I supposed to stab my enemy? Because I didn't."

"I remember," Felix said, smirking. "I had to take him out with my claws, if you remember. A knife would have been quicker."

"We won't use Cataclysm on you," Chat said. "And if the Lucky Charm is anything dangerous, we won't use that either. Just... resist and fight back for a while, then let us defeat you and rip off your miraculous somewhere high up so no one can see who you are."

"You're sure this is safe?" Bridgette asked. "What about Master Fu's akumatization?"

"I will make a terrible akuma," Master Fu said. "I have every time I have been akumatized."

So the plan was set. The next night after dark, Felix would start "terrorizing" the city. Chat Noir managed to get two or three questions out before Felix insisted he and Bridgette had to head back to their hotel and get to know Nooroo and Duusu.

"Marinette," Master Fu said when she detransformed. "If you would like your memories back, I preserved them. You had discovered Chat Noir's identity."

"I knew it!" Plagg said. "There was no other reason that Tikki would ever suggest that!"

"You could have asked me, Plagg," Tikki said. "I would have told you why she did it."

"Guessing is more fun."

"Is the process the same?" Marinette asked. "Awful headache and tiredness for days?"

"Similar, but usually shorter."

"Can it wait?" she asked. "Maybe until after everything settles down for Adrien?"

"Of course," he said. "Any time you want."

The heroes said their goodbyes and Marinette linked her arm with Adrien's on the sidewalk.

"Walk me home, Kitty?"

"Actually..." Adrien scuffed the toe of his shoe against the sidewalk. "Do you want to see if you and Alya and Nino can sleep over? The Gorilla will be there, so we won't be unsupervised. It would just be really nice not to be alone tonight."

"If my parents don't go for it, we could move it to my house?"

"Actually, I like that idea even better."

/*****/

"I love the train!" Paon squealed when she looked in the mirror at her super suit that night. "It's so pretty! I loved being Ladybug, but this is wonderful, too."

"You were made for power, my little Slytherin," Felix said, smiling at her unnerving red eyes. "And we're different people now. It's been years. Of course you pair better with a different miraculous now."

"Shut up and suit up, Butterfly Man," she said.

"As you wish, My Lady."

"But I'm not your Lady any more," she said as Felix stood to join her in front of the mirror. "What will you call me now?"

"Maybe My Little Bird? LB for short?"

"Hmm. We'll work on it," she said, her gloved hand patting his cheek. "Transform! I wanna see what you'll look like normally, when you're Greyling and not Hawkmoth."

"I really don't think it's wise to use my last name as my hero name, dear."

"Transform!" Paon literally bounced on her toes.

"Wings rise, Nooroo."

A swarm of butterflies enveloped Felix at the end of his transformation. As they scattered, they revealed a fitted purple top and black leggings. He had ankle boots with pointed toes and a slight heel in a dull grey and the outline of butterfly wings on his back in the same grey. His mask was black and the same shape as it had been as Chat Noir. Little antennae stuck up four or five inches from his slicked-back hair. He had a low-slung grey belt as well, wrapped around twice like his Chat Noir tail, but no such appendage came with the accessory. His cane was exactly the same as Hawkmoth's.

"Hot," Paon said, stepping closer to him and grabbing him by the belt. "Not exactly the same as that fun tail, but I'll make due, I'm sure."

Greyling set the cane against the hotel room dresser and pulled Bridgette into his arms, ignoring the white butterflies that settled on both of them.

"So, we're really doing this again?"

"Just for a few months. No more than two years," Paon said. "Take down that magical drug ring at the source and then it's back to retirement."

"Retirement, huh?" Greyling brought his hand up to run his thumb over her cheekbone and noticed a butterfly wing pattern on the back of the glove as well. "And do you think that retirement 2.0 will be time to try for a little Bug?"

"I think it might be," she said, grinning up at him.

Neither noticed the small black butterfly free itself from the top of the cane and fly out the open window.

#LoveLadyNoir #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #master fu #bridgette cheng #felix agreste #tho im calling him felix greyling #paon #greyling #patrol is better with you #OH NO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT #oh wait i know dont i

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kai anderson smut submitted by @writerforprompt

a/n: this is written really well and i liked how you included a bit of back story with the whole platonic reader x winter scenes. ngl i was shook when i read the remote part and had to reread it to make sure i read it right lmao. but yeah this smut it really good, you guys should check it out below the cut!

(also don’t forget the read the warnings!)

Kai Anderson X Reader First Person Smut

Kai Anderson Smut

First Person

Authors Note: I don’t own Cult or any of it’s characters. Hope you enjoy this short story! Let me know what you think.

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“Who do you love the most?”

His eyes stared into mine and, not for the first time since meeting him, I felt terror shock a line up my spine.

“Is that your greatest fear?” He followed up.

I blinked twice, letting a tear glide down my face, smudging my eyeliner down my cheek. I took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“I love you.” I choked out.

He chuckled.

“Liar.” He grabbed my throat roughly, shaking me rough, somewhat playfully. He slapped my cheek lightly. “You’re scared.” He observed.

I was breathing roughly, terrified.

My legs were trembling. He knew. His smile slowly stretched from ear to ear.

“P-please.” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

“It’s okay, baby – I know what you need.”

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. He knew.

Winter told him.

“This party is shit. A bunch of pigs just waiting until you get drunk enough to give them a chance. Wanna ditch?” She shook the bottle teasingly.

I didn’t know her. But then again, I didn’t really know anybody there. What was there to lose?

“Sure.”

“Truth or hit?”

“Truth.” She smiled and took a hit.

“What gets you off?” I blushed, and scanned my brain for an appropriate answer, so I wouldn’t be judged.

“When a guy whispers in my ear.” I settled with a tame turn-on.

She laughed. “Bullshit.”

“What?” I protested, letting a nervous cough of a laugh to escape my lips.

“Calling someone Daddy; Being told what to do; When Daddy gets rough with me. That’s what gets me off.”

She looked into my dark eyes to see if I was telling the truth. I was. She smiled and laughed it off. “I knew it was something like that.” I froze.

“You can tell?”

She shook her head quickly. “Not unless you look for it. Have you ever done something about it?”

“No. My ex didn’t want to.”

“Hey.”

She shook me out of my day dreaming. It felt like someone was pulling me down from a cloud. I felt weightless. I turned my head and found her eyes.

“Yes ma’am?”

Her eyebrows jerked upwards. She looked around the room and threw a pencil in my direction.

“Hand it to me that pencil.” Wordlessly, I took the pencil from in front of me and stuck out my hand to give it back to her.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Holy shit.”

I stared at her.

The next day she told me about her brother.

The day after that, she took me to him.

I suspected he knew from the very start.

“Now sit on Daddy’s lap.” I let out a harsh breath and stared at his lap. He licked his lips and rubbed the outline of his cock with the palm of his left hand. I almost obeyed.

“Kai! I-,” My sentence was cut off when he stopped thrusting against me and held my throat, squeezing twice. He grabbed me hard enough to let me know I had done something to displease him.

He pushed my panties to the side and swirled his fingers inside of me, groaning in approval at how wet I was. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“D-Daddy, please.”

“Get on your knees.” He slipped his fingers out and brought them to his lips, tasting me before he released me. I obeyed without hesitation.

I nodded and looked into his eyes. He wanted to play first. My eyes widened in innocence. “I understand, Daddy.”

He let his blue hair fall to his shoulders and tied mine away from my face. “I have a way you can help daddy.”

“How?” I bit my lip and took a shy glance at his lap.

“Take your clothes off.” His lips twitched into a sinister smile.

“What?” I blinked up at him, innocently tilting my head to the side.

“Listen to daddy.” He warned. I slowly took off my dress. “And your underwear.”

I complied, eyes never leaving his. I was soon back between his legs. He took ahold of his member and aimed it in my direction. “Now suck it.”

“Come on – say it. Come on, baby girl. Who’s your daddy?” He said from behind his phone. I looked directly into the camera lens.

“You are. You’re my daddy.” I licked my lips.

“That’s right, baby, and what are you doing right now?” He chuckled fondly.

“I’m helping you relax, Daddy.” He groaned.

“On my lap.”

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Daddy needs a little more help relaxing.” He spread my legs wider. My eyes widened.

“I’m a –,”

“Virgin? Daddy knows. Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” I inhaled sharply, my mind racing. What?

I gasped in shock when he slid his middle finger into my ass. I couldn’t speak. He moved his finger in and out, exploring my walls.

“So good. You’re doing perfect, bitch.” I jumped at his rough tone. His touch grew rougher. He added a third finger.

“Daddy, I can’t!” I choked out, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

I panted, letting small bursts of air to leave my parted lips as he continued his thrusts.

“I -I…” My back straightened. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He caught my eye and let out a laugh.

“How else will you give birth to my heir.”

Feeling my body go lax, he eagerly placed both hands on my hips and moved my body in time with his thrusts, pleased with my decision to obey.

I could only let out a shaky moan as he shoved it halfway inside of me to keep his cum trapped in my womb.

“Good girl.” He kissed my head and tugged me to stand. “Our child will be destined for greatness.” I nodded.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He smiled that beautiful smile of his. I could see his dimples. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He held out his pinky.

I didn’t hesitate to intertwine mine with his.

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