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A Love Game

DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You hear a glimpse of Leon's relationship with his daughter. And later he makes you a proposal you just can't refuse

Warnings: mild sexual content, still minors dni, brief phone sex, allusions to sex, Leon has a mouth on his as always, bit of soft!dom leon, mostly Leon being a soft dad on this one, foul language (as always), no use of y/n

WC: 3k

A/N: so I'm totally in love with this dynamic! And yalls support was insane. I literally wrote two separate drafts of a continuation of these two and whichever I finished first was gonna be posted, so the light smut one won bc I'm tired atm and didn't feel like sitting in front of my computer for 6 hours🙃 so this short part will have a second part to it with full spicy time. And another standalone part with these two (coffee and other things) having some more spicy time is also in the works, so stay tuned. Besitos <3

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Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else.

Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway.

Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something.

Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?"

"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though.

"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?"

"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then.

"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?"

Her head perked up. "How?"

Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me."

"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh.

"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?"

Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned.

"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart.

"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded.

"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes.

God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid?

He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded.

"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?"

He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad.

Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name.

My pretty teacher.

He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.

My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru?

He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed.

Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy.

My pretty teacher: awww🥰

Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment.

You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids.

His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop.

"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit.

"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing.

"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy.

"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"

Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now.

"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder.

"Daddy, that's a no-no word."

Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?"

"I said that's a bad word."

"What is?"

"Ass."

Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore."

All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own.

"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it.

"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example."

He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed.

"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss."

You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding.

"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy?

Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch."

"I'm not forcing you!"

"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation."

"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet.

"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see.

You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?"

"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar.

"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.

"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be."

"Oh I bet."

"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.

Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?"

"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him.

He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer.

"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.

"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out.

"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking.

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest.

"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?"

You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.

"I'll be up."

The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you.

You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine.

"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted.

"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?"

"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?"

"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed.

"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?"

You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly.

"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants.

"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…"

"Tell me."

"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon."

Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too.

"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy."

You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby."

Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning.

"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it."

You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time.

"Be there in thirty."

Fuck it.

Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both.

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"

Stay tuned for upcoming parts lovelies. Besitos<3

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a-killer-obsession · 3 months

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PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

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PART 6/6 - GROUP ACTIVITIES (Everyone)

CW: sex with strangers, afab reader, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, in a moving vehicle, is it unsafe sex if its happening without seatbelts in a moving car?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, fivesome- F/M/M/M/M, M/M action, bdsm, shibari, choking, hair pulling, squirting, degradation, pain kink, deep throating (m receiving), spitting, bukkake, handjobs, blowjobs, p in v sex, pet play/use of pup/dog/master

WC: 5.5k

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Wire probably could have finished the walk back to camp in half an hour given his long legs, but he took it slowly, careful to not jostle you too much as you snored softly in his ear, nuzzled up against his soft hoodie. You didn't wake until he returned to camp, the reverb of his voice in his chest pulling you from your deep sleep with a yawn.

“She okay Wire?” Killer asked with concern as Wire approached their tent, gravel crunching underfoot. “She fall on the trail or something? Her knees look sore.” Wire just replied with a shit eating grin, to which Killer gave an amused huff as he caught the meaning. Killer had to admit, he was a little proud of you, he wasn't sure you'd be able to successfully crack Wire but you'd proven him wrong.

“Help me out with her, will ya?” Wire said as he carefully bent at the knee to unzip his tent and lay you on this air bed, “can you grab me a wet cloth to clean her up?”

“On it,” Killer gave a mock salute and went to his own tent to grab something he could dampen. He wet it in the kitchen and quickly returned, sliding into the tent and sitting behind you to prop you up. You winced as Wire put the damp cloth against your knees.

“Jeez, what'd you do to the poor girl?” Killer joked.

“Spanked me, fucked my throat, pounded my ass,” you replied with a half lidded smile, making both men snort. “Fuckin… monster cock,” you said sleepily.

You were half asleep and quickly drifting off while Killer massaged your shoulders and Wire cleaned and applied antiseptic cream to your wounds. They weren't too bad so he didn't bother to dress them, they'd no doubt look and feel a lot better in a few hours. When he was done with your hands and knees he indicated for Killer to put you on your belly, and you gave a little squeak as he laid you over his knees and Wire yanked down your pants.

Killer made a low whistle as he saw how red your ass was, clear prints from a large hand painted red on your soft flesh. You whined as he ran a hand over the marks softly. Wire was rummaging through a black duffle not far from your face, and you almost choked when you saw the other contents. Ropes, anal plugs, lubes, what looked like a swatch of leather no doubt for impact play, a ball gag and a dildo that was closer to Killer's cock size.

“Fuckin’ hell, and here I thought I came to camp prepared,” you snorted as Wire found what he was looking for. Killer didn't even blink an eye at the bag, he clearly already knew about it. “I haven't seen you bring any other girls to your tent so who are those for?”

“Heat, mostly,” Wire replied with a smirk as he applied a soothing balm to your ass. Your eyes went wide thinking about it. Sweet Heat, bound and gagged, now there's something you could get behind.

“Fuck, I'd love to see that,” you hummed.

“Maybe you will if you're a good girl,” Wire gave your ass a gentle, playful slap before Killer helped him pull your shorts back up. You stayed where you were, still very sleepy but a little more awake now. Besides, Killer's lap was comfy.

“Well, I hope it'll happen tonight cos I'm heading home tomorrow,” you told them with a pang of sadness. It was very tempting to just call in sick on Tuesday so you could take an extra day at camp but you really had shit to do at work.

“Aw, you're leavin’ us doll?” Killer said, feigning hurt.

“Unfortunately, sorry boys, this ride was a limited time offer,” you hummed.

“Well, at least let us take you out to dinner tonight,” Killer offered, “we were gonna ask anyway but we found a restaurant Kid wants to try while we were in town so we were planning on heading back around dinner time”

“I won't say no to a free meal,” you rolled onto your back and stretched out with a yawn, “need a nap though”

“You just woke up!” Wire huffed, “snored in my ear the whole way from the summit!”

Killer snorted a laugh and you pouted. “It's not my fault your massive cock wore me out!”

Wire sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you can sleep here if you want, but I have shit to do. Don't drool on my pillow”

“Yes sir,” you winked, climbing out of Killer's lap and snuggling into Wire's blankets. They smelt of masculine musk and some sort of spice. “Wanna take a nap with me Kil?”

“I'd love to, but I promised Kid I'd go for a swim with him,” Killer patted where your leg was under the blanket, then he stooped and gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, “I'll come wake you before dinner with enough time to change, get some sleep”

“Thanks Kil,” you yawned again, curling up in a little ball and nuzzling your head against Wire's pillow.

As promised, Killer woke you for dinner, and you changed into a cute, slightly nicer dress and some cute strappy heels. You even applied some fresh makeup before heading into town with the boys. Dinner was lovely, it was a pretty nice steakhouse restaurant you'd never tried before, and now that Wire was more comfortable with you the conversation was energetic and pleasant. These boys were fun to be around for sure, and you laughed more than you thought possible with strangers. You learned they actually all worked together as mechanics at a store they co-owned together, and while Heat and Wire were older, they'd all known each other since high-school. Kid was the main mechanic, Killer was the people person (though he was also a trained mechanic), Heat was a welder and Wire handled the money.

Tummies full (after watching them all eat a frankly concerning amount) you all huddled back into the ute, Heat being kind enough to lift you into the cab since it was so high up, before climbing in himself and sandwiching you between him and Killer. The two of them were the least wide of the four, so they'd arranged themselves this way to give you more space, with Wire driving.

“So,” Kid started, “Kil mentioned you're heading back tomorrow. Where to?”

“Ah, I don't really like to share that information,” you replied shyly.

“Really? You've had us all inside you but you won't say where you're from?” Kid huffed.

“That's sort of the point baby,” you smirked, “wouldn't be strangers if you knew. Besides, what if you're all actually stalker serial killers?”

“Probably shouldn't have gotten in a car with us then,” Killer mused.

“Alright Killer,” you snorted, “like that isn't a serial killer name. Actually, you might be right. Ah well, I never claimed to be smart. Just horny”

“Yeah?” Killer leaned over so his breath was brushing against your ear, making you shiver, a hand trailing up your thigh, “you horny now?”

“Sweetheart, I'm always horny,” you replied back. Killer gave Wire a look through the rear view mirror, both of them sharing a grin which spread to the other two as they noticed it. You suddenly felt very much like small trapped prey locked in a closed space with the four giant men.

Before you could think, Killer was firming his grasp on the thigh closest to him, and Heat was grabbing the other, both of them working in tandem to spread you wide. Kid poignantly turned sideways in his seat to watch, and Wire adjusted the rear view mirror so it was pointed directly at you. You could see his cold, amused eyes as Killer's hand ran up your thigh to your center.

“Naughty girl,” he laughed, “she's got no fucking panties on”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Kid laughed, “let's see that pussy then”

Killer pulled up your skirt and held your leg in his lap, as did Heat, your pussy on full display for all four men. You bit your hand as Killer ran a finger through your cunt, gathering up the slick that was quickly pooling there. He dipped his middle finger inside you, making you whine, and you heard Wire laugh.

“She's so wet already,” Killer mused, “you like this baby? Want me to make you squirt right here in front of everyone?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as he added another finger and pumped you slowly. Heat's hand ran up and down your leg, stopping occasionally to rub your foot. Killer removed his fingers for a moment and reached under the seat in front of him, pulling a beach towel that must have been unused from earlier.

“Lift your ass sweetheart,” he cooed as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You lifted obediently and he put the towel underneath you before returning to his previous position and pushing his fingers back inside you. You let out a shakey moan as he started finger fucking you, your head resting against the back of the seat while you panted. All of the men were watching you hungrily, and Wire cursed having to pay any attention to the road. He considered pulling over, but they'd be back at camp in another ten minutes and then he could have all the fun he wanted with you.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, so greedy,” Killer purred, running his tongue up your barred neck and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Was your mission successful sweetheart? Did you fuck all four of us? It's been, what, forty eight hours? How many times has this greedy little pussy taken our cocks?”

“F-five,” you moaned, “and Wire fucked my ass”

“Fuckkk she really is a slut,” Kid laughed, “give us the rundown doll, I wanna hear how you let us use that tight body”

“F-first Kil fucked me in the kitchen,” you moaned, struggling to form words while Killer finger fucked you, his thumb rolling circles on your clit while Heat touched your legs and breasts. “He- fuck- he ate me out, then he fucked me with a popsicle, then he bent me over the counter and fucked me and sprayed his cum on my back”

“With a popsicle huh?” Wire hummed, “and you barely even knew us, nasty little slut. Go on then, who fucked you next?”

Kid was palming himself through his pants as you continued speaking, the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy echoing in the car cabin. “Next morning Kil took me in the shower, fucked me from behind then I blew him and he came on my face”

“So pretty covered in my cum,” Killer hummed, nipping your neck.

“Then- then Kid fucked me in the spa,” you continued, letting out a long moan as Killer bit down on your neck and marked you, having to catch your breath before you could continue, “he fucked my- my little slut throat- and came down it, then he ate me out till I squirted, then he bent me over and fingered my ass while he fucked me till he blew his load inside me”

“Fuck yeah I did,” he grinned, “filled that pussy good”

“Then- hnng- then Heat fucked me by the bonfire,” you had to take a moment to pant, you were getting close and Killer took note, removing his fingers to edge you. You whined and Kid enjoyed getting a straight view into your gaping pussy. Killer let you calm before returning his fingers. “Killll~” you whined.

“You can cum when you finish telling us how we all fucked you,” he explained, “keep going baby”

“H-Heat let me ride his face,” you moaned, “I squirted on it- hnng- he laid me down and worshipped my body and called me Goddess, hnnng Kil please let me cum”

“Not till you're done,” he scorned, removing his fingers again and giving your pussy a wet sounding slap that made you buck, “Keep. Going”

“Fuck- hnng- he- he ate me out more, then he fucked me till I squirted on his cock, then he came on my stomach,” you continued, “I took him to my bed and the next day I woke up to him eating me out, fuck, it was so fucking hot. He fucked me again and creamed inside me”

“Good girl,” Killer hummed, “that was this morning, now tell us what you let Wire do while we were off at the beach”

“He fucked me on the summit,” you whined, Killer's fingers moving at a painfully slow speed, your orgasm teetering right on the edge, you were desperate to cum, “he spanked me c-cos I'm a greedy little brat w-who needed to learn a lesson, then he fucked my throat and came down it, then he made me get on all fours and made me squirt while he fingered my ass - hnnnnnng Killlllll~ - then he fucked my ass till I couldn't walk, fuck, please let me cum, please”

“Good girl,” Killer returned three fingers to your pussy and his thumb to your clit, working you furiously, “go on sweetheart, you've been so good”

The wet sloppy sounds your pussy was making as he finger fucked you and your loud whines and moans were music to their ears, and you shook hard as you came, squirting on Killer's hand, your pussy making impossibly sloppy, pornographic sounds while your whole body tensed and your eyes rolled back. You went limp immediately, panting hard while your hips gave the occasional roll from an aftershock.

“Heat, clean her up,” Wire ordered. Heat undid his seatbelt, grabbed both of your legs and spun you so your legs were either side of his shoulders, ass hovering in the air, and your head in Killer's lap. You moaned and shook as he lapped hungrily at your overstimulated cunt, licking up all of your honey, plunging his tongue deep inside you and running it up your wet thighs. It was just as well the car windows were tinted as the ute pulled into the camp carpark, your thighs either side of Heat's face and your knees against the window behind him.

“Wire, stop here a second, I've got an idea,” Kid said quickly. You barely took notice of him leaving and running to the camp shop while Heat was eating you out, and Wire turned to pull your dress further up and your bra down, so your tits were exposed and being pushed up by the bra. He tugged on your nipples and gave them slight twists before smacking them, making you buck into Heat's face. Heat in turn whined against your cunt, the vibrations making you reply with your own whine. Kid returned to the car and Wire turned back to the steering wheel, continuing the drive back to the tents. Kid held a familiar key with a white tag, spinning it around his index finger.

“Got us somewhere to have some fun,” he smirked, “the shop's shutting soon so I paid extra to return the key tomorrow”

“Good thinking,” Wire mused, “we'll need some space. She was curious about my bag of toys”

“Heat!!!!” you suddenly cried out, your whole body convulsing, head digging into Killer's thighs as you gushed against Heat's face, panting hard as he released your legs and let you slide down so your ass was in his lap. His face was dripping with your cum and he licked his lips and smirked, his hands running all over your body.

“Good boy Heat,” Wire hummed, “I'm gonna have to give you a reward later”

You could feel Heat's dick twitch under your ass as he let out a low whine at the promise. The car came into park outside the tents and Killer helped you sit up and right your clothes, and Heat opened the door behind him so he could back out and pull you with him. He cradled you easily against him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist while he carried you around and the others gathered what they needed. Bags and towels in hand, Kid led the convoy to the spa buildings, Heat carrying you the whole way while you languidly licked and sucked on his neck, still dazed from your two impossibly hard orgasms.

Kid unlocked one of the spa rooms and held the door open for everyone else, Heat carrying you in and placing you on the wooden decking that surrounded the tub, which was just the right height for Heat's erection to press against your core. The two of you made out aggressively while the others settled in, Kid and Killer stripping and sliding into the tub, standing behind you on either side to undress you and grope you, forcing Heat away for a moment to pull your dress over your head. They each licked and kissed and touched whatever they could, making you moan into Heat's mouth and roll your hips against him, your legs still wrapped around him to pin him to you. Wire was busy pulling things out of his toy bag, and once satisfied with his choices he removed his shirt and shoes. Heat whined as Wire grabbed his hair hard and pulled him off you with significant force. You pouted, but his mouth was quickly replaced by the men behind you who took turns turning your head to force their tongue in your mouth.

“Settle in, sweetheart,” Wire smirked at you, holding Heat by his hair, head forced back while Wire's hand wrapped around his tattooed neck, “if I go too far for your comfort, use the colours, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured though that I know Heat's limits well. I'll go easy on him for your sake though”

Kid and Killer pulled you backwards into the spa, settling you in Kid's lap, Killer's hand on the thigh that Kid's hand wasn't already on. “Warm my cock will you babe?” Kid whispered in your ear. You lifted yourself and sunk down on his cock, whining at the stretch. He made no move to thrust into you, and held you still with a strong arm around your waist to keep you from using him to get off.

Heat was forced to lean against the decking, his palms flat against it, looking you in the eye as Wire stripped his clothes from him indignantly. He took the piece of leather you'd seen earlier, running it over the curve of Heat's ass, before pulling his arm back and smacking it with a crack that echoed through the small, round room. Heat's eyes remained focused on you, but he let out a pleasured whimper. Kid grinned as you pussy clenched around him at the sound.

“Little slut liked that,” Kid smirked, “felt her pussy squeeze”

Wire grinned and smacked Heat's ass again, the tattooed man's focus faltering as he whined. Once again your pussy squeezed, and this time Kid made a groan of his own. After a series of ten hits, Heat's ass was bright red and bleeding slightly from broken blood vessels, but his cock was impressively swollen and hard.

“You gonna be good for me, pup?” Wire growled in Heat's ear, pulling his hair again.

“Yes master,” he replied in a well-practiced routine. Wire pulled him to stand upright, Heat now standing exposed and naked in the middle of the room while Wire grabbed ropes. He lazily tied a harness around Heat's torso that squeezed his already massive pecs, before pulling his arms behind his back and binding his forearms together. Wire made sure you had the best view the whole time, and you were transfixed by the skilled way he pulled and knotted ropes to make a beautiful, symmetrical harness. It was clear to you that Wire was an experienced hard dom, and by the other things laid out which included the muscle soothing balm and scissors for emergencies, you knew he knew what he was doing and that everyone was safe in this situation.

It was strangely calming yet erotic to watch him bind Heat. You'd been a rope bunny before but you'd never seen another man tied up, it was fascinating to watch the way Heat's dick would occasionally twitch, the way his eyes would close and his brows would furrow when Wire ran a soothing hand over his skin as he worked. He finished the harness, then he took a strip of leather and bundled Heat's hair up in a messy ponytail, securing it with the leather to keep it out of the way. You bit your lip, fuck Heat looked good like that. Naked, muscular, tattooed, his blue dreads in a ponytail, his torso bound in tight black ropes, his pierced cock hard and red with need.

As soon as he was done, Wire kicked the back of Heat's knees and used the back of the harness to guide him down so he wouldn't fall too hard. He walked to Heat's front, wrapping a hand around his neck, the thumb coming up to trace his lips. Heat chased it with his mouth, moaning as Wire slipped it in. He swapped to his middle and index, letting Heat suck on his fingers before he pulled his hair with his free hand and started to essentially finger fuck Heat's mouth. The tattooed man gagged on the long fingers, spit pouring from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck. Wire pried his mouth open and spat a fat glob into it, and Heat made a low whine, his dick visibly twitching as his jaw was forced shut again and he swallowed.

“Such a good dog,” Wire mused, “our dear [y/n] almost managed to swallow all of me, why don't you show her how it's done pup?”

“Wire?” You asked shyly.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turned his attention to you as he unfastened his pants and stroked his cock a few times.

“Don't waste any cum,” you smirked, “I want it all”

“In you or on you?” He asked, idly smacking Heat's face with his fat cock. Heat gave it kitten licks whenever it was close enough.

“On me, I wanna be drenched,” you replied with a lustful smile.

“Your wish is my command princess,” Wire grinned back, “be ready to hop out of the tub and come kneel when I tell you”

“Yes sir,” you smiled, leaning back against Kid, giving your hips a quick swivel to keep him semi-hard inside you.

“Open up pup,” Wire ordered. The second Heat's mouth opened, Wire's hands were in his hair, shoving his cock deep down Heat's throat. Heat gagged and his eyes watered, but he looked up at Wire with earnest as he was skull fucked. You were thoroughly impressed by how well he could take Wire's cock, a little jealous even. You found yourself idly rolling your hips on Kid's now fully erect cock, watching intently as Wire's dick disappeared in Heat's mouth, the bulge that moved in his throat, the drool and tears that ran down his cheeks and neck. Killer had one hand on your thigh, groping and rubbing it, his other hand languidly jerking himself off. You replaced his hand with your own, and he groaned and rested his head against the back of the tub as you resumed the languid pace he'd been using.

Every now and then Heat would be allowed air, though it usually came with a slap to the side of his face and a thumb prying his jaw back open. Wire's head was thrown back as he fucked Heat's mouth, groaning as he got close to cumming. “Princess, knees, now,” he ordered.

Kid and Killer helped lift you over the side of the tub and you quickly knelt, water dripping from your body and forming a puddle under you, your hand running between your legs and rubbing your clit. Wire pulled out of Heat, throwing him back a little, before grabbing your hair and jerking himself off over you. You ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting Heat's saliva, and a few moments later hot threads of cum were spilling out over your tongue and face, making you shudder with pleasure as the viscous fluid dripped. You gave it a small lick, but you didn't want to clean too much, just a taste.

“Thank you sir,” you smiled up at him. He gave you a playful slap to the side of your face before pulling Heat up to his knees.

“I think Heat deserves a reward, don't you?” Wire asked. You nodded and held out your tongue invitingly. You expected Wire to bring Heat close enough for you to blow him, but instead he pulled him in front of you, stood behind him, and started jerking him off. The pace Wire set was brutal, at the same time biting and sucking on Heat's neck, pulling and twisting his nipples and giving them hard slaps till the bound pecs were red and swollen. Heat was bucking into Wire's hand, letting out low whines and resting his head back against Wire's shoulder.

Kid and Killer had gotten out of the tub, sitting at the edge of the decking and continuing to languidly jerk themselves off, biding their time till they could have their turn playing with you. You were such a pretty picture, on your knees, fingering yourself, Wire's cum coating your face and spa water dripping down your body, your tongue lolled out, inviting Heat to frost you. They couldn't wait to see you dripping with their loads too.

Unable to restrain yourself, you crawled forward and took the end of Heat's cock in your mouth, sucking on it and running your tongue over the end, tasting his salty precum. He let out a long moan and Wire pulled him away just in time for Heat's cum to spurt violently over your face and chest, and you shuddered as the lewd notion of being covered in more than one man's cum put you over the edge and you clenched around your own fingers. You rubbed your face against Heat's cock, wiping the last drops of his cum onto your cheek so none would be wasted, giving him one last kitten lick as a thank you.

Wire ran his hand soothingly over Heat's stomach, holding him softer now. “Good pup, you did so good,” he looked to Kid and Killer as he started untying Heat's ropes, “your turn, I'm gonna take care of Heat, I better hear her screaming by the time I'm done”

Killer wasted no time in hooking his hands under your armpits and pulling you to your feet. “You want her mouth or cunt?” He asked Kid, wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you forward, his erection hard against your back.

“Mouth,” Kid replied, “I wanna see her cry while I fuck her throat”

Kid slid off the decking but leaned against it as Killer pushed your head down, forcing it towards the redheads cock as his other hand lined his cock up with your needy hole. Kid's hand wound tight in your hair and pulled you to his proud erection, and you gave it a few licks before taking it in your mouth, tasting the spa water and your own pussy on it. You put your hands either side of him against the decking for support as Killer sheathed himself in one fluid motion, forcing you deeper onto Kid's cock. You gagged and looked up at Kid, your eyes already watering as your lips stretched to their limit around the impressive girth.

Killer was ruthless as he fucked you, Kid holding your hair tight and matching his pace. Killer grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, holding them with his large hands to keep you upright, additionally supported by Kid's hand in your hair as they fucked you hard from each side. After edging themselves while they watched Heat and Wire's show, they didn't need long to hit their peaks, and they both came with a groan. First Kid who pulled your mouth of him with a pop and dripped heavy globs of thick cum over your face, followed by Killer who coated your back with a violent spray of cum, with what seemed like an impossible amount of spurts.

Killer pulled you back to your feet and gave you a hard kiss, entirely unbothered by the cum all over your face, before urging you back to your knees. This time Wire had folded a towel, and placed it under your knees to protect them from the cement floor. Ready to go again, Heat and Wire practically presented you with their cocks, and you took one in each hand, alternating between which one you eagerly sucked on. Killer knelt behind you and bullied three fingers in your cunt, his other hand coming around your front and playing with your clit. At some point Kid regained his energy and stood over you as well, so now you had three cocks to alternate between, using your hands for two and your mouth for the other.

Killer was working hard on making you cum, but when he slipped a thumb in your ass you couldn't hold back any longer, and the splashes of your heavy squirting were audible to the whole room, the towel barely catching any of it and a good amount dripping down your thighs and making you shudder from the ticklish sensation. Killer cooed praises in your ear before pushing you further onto Wire's dick and standing to join the circle. Now you had issues, but the boys were patient as you alternated between them, rotating around you so you wouldn't have to twist too far to get a cock in your mouth.

Heat was the first to cum, quickly pulling your hand from his cock and kneeling behind you, cumming over your ass with a deep whine. Kid was next, pulling you off Killer's cock so he could force his in your mouth, making a few last thrusts before pulling out and painting your tits white. Kid's cum was so fucking thick, and there was so much of it, not a surprise considering the impressive size of his balls. He slapped your face with his softening cock before leaving you to Wire and Killer.

Wire was next, you'd been taking as much of his cock as you could, and he was impressed with how well you were doing, you'd clearly had a new determination set in you after watching Heat take him. He added to the mass of cum coating your face, running the tip against your throat to wipe off the last drops. He gave your cum covered tits a smack before forcing your face towards Killer.

Killer was long but far less girthy than the others, which made him easier to deep throat, and he cooed praises the whole time while he thrust into you before pulling out, taking a step back, and letting out another wide spray of cum. It splashed over your entire face and torso, you counted fourteen impressive spurts in total, and he left you absolutely drenched in cum. His thumb threaded in your mouth as he panted, and you sucked and licked it, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze and cum dripping from your chin.

Deciding he wasn't quite done yet, Heat knelt behind you, pushed your front down, and penetrated you with a hard thrust. He fucked you with a merciless pace you didn't think he was capable of that had you screaming and clawing at the cement floor. It didn't take long before your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back, letting out a long, deep groan that reverberated through your chest as you saw stars. Heat made his finally erratic thrusts and came on your ass again, cum transfering to his front as he leaned forward against you to pant.

Wire knelt in front of you and gently took your chin in his hand, and you have him a fucked out smile. “All done, sweetheart?” He asked. All you could do was blearily nod back at him.

The four men took turns cleaning and massaging every inch of your body, wiping away all the cum, making sure your muscles weren't wound tight and that you were unhurt, and lifting you into the tub to sit in Killer's lap. You almost fell asleep while Killer rubbed your shoulders and Heat rubbed your feet, Kid and Wire sitting in the tub with their heads lolled back and their eyes closed.

“Fuck I'm gonna miss this,” you sighed.

“You could always just tell us where you're from, we could come visit,” Killer suggested.

“Not happening babe,” you replied with a yawn, “but if you ever see me on the street we'll call it fate and I'm all yours”

“Well, here's to fate then,” he replied hopefully.

Three months had passed since your camping trip. You'd ended up giving Heat your number, you were definitely the sweetest on him, and every now and then you'd exchange nudes. You kept it casual though and never exchanged locations.

Winter was well and truly settling in as you made your way to your local coffee shop, shivering as you entered, the little bell above the door ringing as it opened and shut. You were waiting in line to order, it was semi busy since it was a weekend, when you heard a familiar voice that sent a shiver through you, their face close enough to feel their breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey princess,” the sultry baritone purred. Your knees almost gave out as you turned and saw Killer, the other three boys right behind him. They gave you hungry grins, and you had the distinct feeling you wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this little mini series, I had a lot of fun writing it ❤ Hope yall like the ending hehe

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slytherinshua · 4 months

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS SO SO BASIC but i crave soul fluff :( imagine playing minecraft with him and i honestly feel like it could go two ways: either extremely cute n cozy OR chaos. mans destroying all of ur stuff.

BUT ALSO IM THINKING imagine just matching his vibe so well and speaking his silly alien language, not really caring about weird looks from others … n he’s just so :( i love him btw

actually yk how soul always makes those minecraft villager noises?? MY BROTHER DID THAT TOO WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER :( so actually this is kinda nostalgic... also i forget if my brothers ever did this to me when we were playing minecraft but i always played on creative anyway cause.... i hated dying 👹 warnings: soul explodes ur house ^_^ a lil cursing. wc: ~600.

“Once we get that flint and steel, we can finally go to the nether!” You said excitedly, making your way back to your house in the Minecraft world you had with your boyfriend, Soul. He loved to play in his free time, and luckily for him, you also enjoyed the game. It was a no-brainer that you two would play together.

You had gotten decently far in your world. You had built a cute little house, with two cats: Kamden and Mackiah. Definitely not named after your boyfriend’s junior group members (yes, yes they were).

You had just finished a very successful mining trip, which was the last thing you needed before you could finally reach the nether. You weren’t sure what your boyfriend was doing in the world; your best guess was either exploring a desert temple or an abandoned shipwreck. He always liked going on dangerous missions.

There was nothing that could ruin your mood, though; everything was going exactly how you wanted.

Until you reached the door of your little house. And immediately you heard a soft little click, and then ensuing explosions.

Oh, you were so going to kill your boyfriend.

“What the fuck did you just do, Haku Shota?” You asked, your eye twitching at the ‘You Died!’ screen on your computer, the score displaying only a couple hundred digits. Your mind thought over what you had in your inventory; 3 diamonds from your mining trip, along with valuable loot from skeletons and zombies you had killed along the way. A nice supply of arrows and an extra bow, your iron tools all needing to be replaced after this.

But what pissed you off the most is your cats. How could he have killed Kamden and Mackiah just like that? Did your boyfriend have no heart?

Soul knew he was partially fucked. It had been Theo’s stupid idea to pull a prank in your minecraft world, anyway. Maybe he could avoid the blame? Then again, he was the one who executed it. Using the skills that he had honed for hours playing the game, making an elaborate explosion completely hidden in your house with ease… just waiting for you to step on the pressure plate.

And while your immediate reaction did make a satisfied and mischievous smile grow on your boyfriend’s face, it soon dropped. You never used his full name. Ever. Not even once. Suddenly Soul was a bit scared. You were going to extract revenge, no doubt. For the diamonds, and the loot, but mostly for the cats.

You put your laptop down, turning towards your boyfriend, staring incredulously at his blank expression. What was going through his little brain behind those thoughtless eyes? Was he enjoying your pain and agony, or was he regretting his actions?

“Theo.” He said suddenly, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh hell no. You are not gonna blame Theo for this, baby.” You were back to calling him baby— that was a positive sign. You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to face you as you cupped his cheeks.

“You’re going to rebuild my house, right? And get my cats back. And the diamonds. I want double the original amount. Double the size of the house, 4 cats, 6 diamonds. Got it?” You were determined, but Soul could still tell that you weren’t that upset with him. It barely took more than 5 seconds for you to calm down, especially when it was a harmless prank.

He made a slightly reluctant villager noise in response, agreeing to your terms. You grinned and pecked his lips before giving him one last warning.

“If I don’t get 4 cats then I’m quitting the world.”

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vintagexherry · 1 year

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Child's Play [6]

Part 5 here

YandereBully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

/Bullying, degradation, Fighting, Punching, Threating, Bit of drama, Miguel got too delulu and revealed his breeding kink side, Ooc Miguel, sad ending for Steven :((

Previously

With that he carried you bridal style to what seemed like his bedroom, took your shoes off and layed you down.Your body couldn't resist the soft mattress and finally your eyes drifted to sleep.

"Goodnight, mi vida." He said as he kissed your forehead.

Oh, how much you wished you brought Steven with you...

"Don't.Touch.Me." you punctuated everyword to Miguel who sat across you the dining table, a bored look on his face.

You woke up a few hours ago, you head hurts, your throat feels dry and your eyes sting.

Miguel sighed. "Don't make me force you, mi vida," as he held the spoon to your face.

"And don't call me that.." You demanded, and Miguel sighed, It's early in the morning and, that you still have to go to school to get the things you left, then finally prom.

You would have been excited if not for what happened with Miguel last night.

Since you woke up, he was nothing but sweet as if you two are loving couples, and it creeped you out.

"Fine then don't eat, your loss" and with that he directed the spoon instead to his mouth and started chewing, here he was back to being a bully, your getting really tired with his mixed up moodswings.

"I want to go back to my dorm" you asked, you don't really expect anything from him since he mostly would demand something in return.

"I mean, I would buttttt, you gotta eat first." He huffed out and you relented, lately you've been doing that alot...Maybe it's because Steven's life if probably on the line here.

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After you finished eating, Miguel drove you back to your dorm, but before you could leave the car, Miguel stopped you.

"Tell anyone what happened last night or els-"

"I know...Or Steven's gonna get it."

With that Miguel let you go with hum.

While you prepare yourself, you think back at what happened.

First thing is Steven asking you out to prom.

Second, the party happened...Alot happened there, Miguel's confession and all that.

Miguel's confession struck you, Does he really mean the things he said? Or was he still playing?

You still want to believe that it's prank, but the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, and the gentle way he held your face after all that.

But does he really expect you to say yes and go. "Yea, sure, that's cool. Let's date!"

You scoff at the thought of it.

After the confession, there's that.

Honestly, it felt violating, harassment even, You wanted to vomit at the thought of it. Even when you got home, it felt like instict to go to the bathroom and wash your lips.

Your thoughts then went over to what you're gonna do once you arrive school.

Act like nothing happened?

You swallowed when it hit you. How are you gonna act in front of Steven?

He already knows the basic things about you and Miguel. He knows he bullies you, and you don't like to be around him.

But that's it, how are you gonna act now knowing that your supposed "bully" just confesses to you and forcefully kissed you.

How are you gonna act knowing that you went to that party just for Steven's sake? He probably would berate you on that part, but for the bully part? You're not sure what he can do.

Oh Steven...Is it even still safe to hang around with him? For all the things that happened, you're not sure anymore.

Miguel would always throw his name into the mix and would threaten his well-being if you don't listen to his whims. You're not sure if you could even ignore his threats. The last time you did in high school was with your crush, but he ruined it by spreading a rumour about him, and next thing you know, your crush blamed you for it.

But will he do the same with Steven? Or more?

You sighed, all this thinking makes you not wanna go to school and you prefer to lay down and sleep forever.

You closed the lights and went outside your dorm, you double checked your things, and with that, you're on your way.

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Throughout the whole day, you collected your things and finalized your grades with the teachers.

But also, throughout the whole day, you avoided Steven.

You decided that maybe it's safer for the both of you if you two don't talk anymore, but it's really hard when the guy you're ignoring is your only friend and the person who asked you out to prom.

Talking about avoiding, maybe Miguel has some sense in him since he decided to leave you alone for a while.

You sighed what seemed to be the million time this day. While you ate your food bit by bit in the cafeteria.

"Y/N?"

You flinch, great. The person you were trying to avoid is now here, and you don't know what to do.

You watch as Steven sat down next to you and looked at you with questions in his eyes.

"I,uh- got a high grade in history, hooray for mee." Steven spoke gently with glee in his voice, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Really? That's great, Steven! I got uh- high scores, too. " You try to match his energy, but you sound worn out.

And Steven seemed to notice it.

Throughout your time in the cafeteria, Steven and you did light conversations, hoping to brighten the mood, but Steven always notices the slight hesitation in your voice, as if you're hiding something.

Steven didn't want to bother you by pestering you about it, so he decided to comfort you by giving you his extra chocolate pudding.

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It was now a few hours before prom

You got your dress and everything else.

As days you slowly but surely able to clear your head, especially from events last last time.

You look again in the mirror, double checking your make-up for smudges or your dress for wrinkles, and once everything is fixed you grabbed your purse head out.

Music blasting from speakers is all you hear. You tried looking for Steven in a crowd of people. But you don't see him.

Thinking he might arrive later, you just focused on the band on the stage.

One hour has passed, and you finally see Steven, who seemed to be wearing a white suit with silver accents.

You waved at him, and he noticed you and beamed.

"Y/N mate, you look stunning," He complimented, and you can't help but blush, once you completely approach him you returned the compliment and you can't like he looks good in a suit.

Prom seems to be the only time you truly felt happy during your college year, You and Steven danced, ate, and talked about what you would both do after graduating, which he replied he might work in a Museum and join his other siblings in a expedition in Egypt.

As time flies by, you ignore the feeling of burning stares of someone you know well, wanting to enjoy prom just the way you like it.

You and Steven sat down for a while and decided to chat while drinking fruit punch while slow dance started.

You could hear Steven talk better now due to the music lowering in volume, You swear nothing could ruin this night with him. He was talking animatedly with his hands, something about how his eldest brothers might be the roughest and rudest people out there, but their the best brothers he could ask for. You laugh at the shenanigans he has to face with them.

"....And crazy part of it is that they pretended to murder my pet fish and said the Egyptian gods need sacrifice." You and Steven laughed at that, and it seemed he forgot he was holding a drink since some it spilt on his suit.

You both slightly gasped, and before you could reach for the napkins, he said it was alright and not to worry. He stood up and went to the bathroom, notifying you that he would come back.

You nodded and waited for him, deciding to play on your phone for a while, but it didn't last long since somebody grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the crowd of slow dancing couples.

None other than Miguel O'Hara.

"Wha- Miguel! I don't want to dance!" You said as you tried pushing him off but the grip of his hand on your wrist and waist kept you in place.

Miguel didn't seem bothered by your panic and decided to sway you to the slow beat.

"You know Y/N, during the party I really meant what I said" He started of gently.

You bit back a scoff, and here you are happy with forgetting that party incident and, he come back to remind you.

"I thought about it, yea....I don't know why you expect me to go happy go lucky on it and then what? go on a date?" You retorted.

"Mi vida, I already explained and apologi-"

You look at him straight in the eyes, anger filling yours. "And so did I, I told you, that whatever happened to you, you can't make me your stress ball for it, I declined your invitation to prom cus It doesn't feel right going out with your bully, and I declined since everytime you apologized, you don't really mean what you said since you start treating me like shit again." You seethed, feeling done with his delusions that you're ever gonna forgive him.

Miguel took a moment to breathe and swayed you more. "Maybe, I really would have meant it if you gave me a chance, Y/N. Maybe I would have stopped if you could listen to me properly." He said.

"You know, after graduation, I'm gonna take place in my dad's company. You should work with me soon, after all we're taking the same course"

"N-"

"It's almost the end of the school year Y/N, I could make someone fail you....Or your little Steven Grant guy."

There he goes again with his threats.

"Can you please stop dragging Steven with this? He did nothing, and if you want to hurt someone, just hurt me and not him." You pleaded having enough of hearing Steven's well-being being pushed more and more into trouble.

"Don't want me to hurt Mr. Limp dick? I suggest you leave him then. And that's final, " He demanded

"Wha-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Y/N. It's the end of the school year, and I could care less about behaviour. repurcussions" He was right, even when prom is near, you know the teachers couldn't really care.

"So leave him yourself, or I'll make him leave you. I'll be waiting for you outside. If you don't come out later, I'm punching the gut out of him."

With that, he let go of your wrist and walked away to the exit.

You were left to deal with what's left to be done, and you tried fighting back tears as you watched Steven go out the bathroom seemingly to remove his coat and just stayed with his blouse.

He saw you and started approaching you.

"Stubborn stain, really, I can't get it ou-....Y/N, you alright luv?" Your heart clenched at the nickname, he's voice full of concern, but here you are, force to ruin it.

"Steven, I...." You hesitated, wanting to just stop and run away with him, somewhere where Miguel won't look for you ever again.

It seems that you were taking too long since you felt your phone vibrate, notifying you of a message and as you check it came from Miguel.

Miguel:

U done yet? Don't take too long, or I'll get you there myself.

You shivered

"Steven, I....I know that this is sudden, but... I think it's best that... We stop talking. " You stammered out, each word hurt than the last. You watch as Steven's face contort in pain, then confusion, and then worry.

"Did...Did I do something? I-I thought we were good, mate." Steven asked, and you started to feel your phone vibrate. Taking a glance, you see, it's Miguel calling, and you start to panic.

"Im...Im sorry Steven" with that you walk as fast as your heels can let you, Ignoring the calls of your name, and outside, you see Miguel leaning against his car.

"Took you long enough, come on" Miguel said with a yawn and opened the door to the passenger side of the seat.

You paused for a while, hesitating since you might either be driven to his house or somewhere else, but you suck it up, not having the power to face Steven.

As you were about to enter, the door leading to your prom venue slammed opened.

"Y/N, wait!" Steven called out.

"I thought I told you to leave him" You ignore him and Steven's calls.

"YOU! I BET YOU MADE Y/N DO THIS!" Before you could process his words a suddenly hear a punch next to you.

You swiftly turned around and saw Miguel clutching a bleeding nose and Steven panting in front of him.

You know what's gonna happen next.

"MIGUEL DON'T-" You tried to stop him by wrapping around his, but he was too fast, and next thing you know, he punched Steven right at his cheek.

"STEVEN!"

You don't know what to do. How can you stop two men who's physically buffer than you to stop fighting, who don't waste their time throwing insults and punches at each other.

You were panicking seeing bruises form in Steven's face. You didn't expect that Steven could pack a punch, Miguel's face was also forming bruises, but you don't really care bout him.

As they were about to throw another punch at each other, you're scared and panic muddled head, you quickly step up between them, and both immediately stop.

"Miguel, stop this already! I did what you asked me to!" You pleaded with Miguel, who watched as tears stream down your face.

Steven watched the scene and pleaded with you to come back so that he could deal with Miguel. But you ignore him. He's already in too much trouble because of you, and seeing the only person cared about you getting beaten up, you couldn't handle it anymore.

So, without facing Steven, you pushed Miguel's chest, leading to the car.

"Let's....Let's just go...Please."

And it seemed like it worked since Miguel smirked.

"Whatever you say bonita." With that, he grabbed your wrist. And led you to the passenger side of it. You sat down and let the tears go waterfall on you.

"Y/N wa-"

"You heard the lady, We're going."

With that, Miguel went to the driver seat and started to drive away, leaving a worried and bruised and your heart broke at the image of him displayed in the rear view mirror.

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With how much you cried, you eventually slept. And Miguel couldn't feel any happier. The pain of the bruises didn't even matter to him anymore since you're here, sleeping peacefully. He didn't care if your makeup got smudged. He finally has you without anyone interfering.

As he drives his thoughts, his mind lingers to the things you two could finally do together, from picnic dates to exploring what feels good in bed. He shook his head from those thoughts not wanting to spoil the fun yet.

As much as he remembers, you're still a virgin. He would always scare away your crushes away or anyone who looked at you funny, always wanting to be your first, he tried doing so during high school during a party in his house while his parents were gone, but since you weren't there he settled with some random broad who almost looked like you.

But then he realized, he has the chance to make your first time, the best.

He shivered from the thought, you have no idea how crazy you make him feel, how many times he was left unsatisfied with random girls and could only be satisfied once they left and he finally have space alone to use the underwear you gave him, but the smell of you didn't last too long on the piece of fabric sadly.

But he can't complain anymore. Why use a piece of fabric when you could have the real thing instead?

Maybe... Just maybe after you two graduated and work at Alchemax together....Just maybe you two could have a little family together, maybe have pet cat or even better

Children

The thought of it made his hands tighten around the steering wheel.

Maybe a baby girl who would have his hair but would have your eyes and smile.

Maybe two baby girls or a son too or maybe six children.

He stopped in front of a stoplight.

Maybe you don't have to work in Alchemax.

Maybe you could be his little housewife who would wait for him to get home, treat him with dinner, and love him like a husband with a shiny ring on both your fingers.

Oh, imagine the wedding you both would have. Maybe invite that Steven guy so he could rub it in his face.

Oh, the sweet image of you walking down the aisle. Oh, how much he would pay just to see you in white.

Then your honeymoon, maybe you two could go in another country then once you both stopped at a hotel he would strip you out then take in the image of your lacey lingerine underneath and then-

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the car behind him started rapidly beeping.

He can't even get angry at the guy, cus who can blame him?

You really make him crazy for you.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Congrats again my love!! How about Tommy and 22? Maybe some smut? Maybe some angst? I can’t wait to read what you will come up with 🤍

Thanks so much for sending this in, Chi! I didn’t go full on smut here because I can’t write it for the life me, and the angst wasn’t the main element, but this idea came to me after re-watching this episode and I ran with it. I hope I did your request justice! Enjoy! :)

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A Long Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injury, suggestive situations (nothing too graphic)

Word Count: 1223

Summary: After a long day, Tommy just wants to be with (Y/N). (Y/N), who’s not seen him for the entire day, has some words to say to him first.

Tommy had had a long day. After handing money to the family of the boy who shouldn’t have died, meeting with Campbell and dealing with all that entailed, making sure his derby horse was transferred to its trainer, and Michael coming to make a pitch to be considered for the spot of company accountant, he wanted nothing more now than to get his mind off of all of it.

After telling Michael that he’d need to speak with his mother about the position first, Tommy was finally heading home. The door to 6 Watery Lane couldn’t come fast enough, but when it did, he stopped to take a deep breath before opening it. He hoped there wouldn’t be another item of business waiting behind it.

(Y/N) had been sitting in the front room of the house on Watery Lane for a few hours now. She’d been waiting for Tommy, who promised her he’d meet her and that they’d go somewhere for dinner.

Her eyes snapped to the door the second she heard it open, and she was up from the couch and walking over to Tommy as soon as she saw that it was him. “Where’ve you been, Tommy?” she questioned, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“Love…” Tommy sighed, his gaze finding the far wall as she came to stop in front of him. This already seemed like it was shaping up to be another item of business.

“You said you’d meet me for dinner three hours ago. Three, Tommy! And I’ve been sitting here, worried sick about where you could be and what you could be doing. I talked to Pol, you know. She said that you…”

(Y/N) was unable to finish her worry-driven rant because Tommy had reached out and took hold of her cheeks, effortlessly bringing her lips to his in a fervent kiss, one that was effective in derailing her train of thought. The kiss lasted until her lungs were screaming for air, making her be the one to pull back; her forehead resting against his.

“Where were you, Tommy?” she asked in a breathless manner a few moments after they’d parted.

“I’ve had a long fucking day,” he responded, his statement not answering hers in the slightest. (Y/N) exhaled a sigh, her nonverbal way of telling him that his answer wasn’t good enough. He distracted her before she could speak, dropping his hands from her cheeks so that they could snake around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I need you, love,” he mumbled, his lips finding hers again.

“Polly told me that you’re looking to have Michael join,” (Y/N) took her chance and mumbled against his lips the second he broke away from her, “said that the day hell freezes over is the day he’ll be part of the business.”

“Not now, love’,” he deflected yet again, his face dropping to the spot where her collar met her jaw, his lips finding the skin present there.

“Tommy…” she meant to sigh, but his name escaped her lips through a moan instead.

“Hmm?” he hummed into the skin of her neck, his half-minded question doing more to distract her than it did to get her to continue the conversation.

“What are you doing with the business?”

Her question got him to lift his head, and he let his eyes dance over her face for a moment, licking his lips before he responded: “I have no interest in speaking about business at this moment,” he told her in a straightforward tone. His eyes then flitted to her lips for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her again.

This kiss was even more persistent than the last, and it made clear to (Y/N) what was on his mind. She let him win this time, staying focused on the feeling of his lips against hers as her hands traveled up to rest against his cheeks.

He pulled her deeper still, the feeling of his body flush against hers making her moan into the kiss as it intensified. Her hands didn’t stay on his cheeks for long before they were traveling upward to remove the peaked cap he was still wearing. She was going to do so with the intention of being able to tangle her hands into the longer strands of his hair, but something she felt on her left hand stopped her in her tracks. It had a sticky consistency, one that made her freeze mid-kiss and drop her hands from his face.

Tommy, still not wanting to stop, began placing kisses to her jawline, his hands working to bunch the fabric of her dress up so that he could take things further with her. He had a one track mind in this moment, working fervently to get what he needed.

But those thoughts were the furthest from (Y/N)’s mind now. Now, she wanted to get to the bottom of what she’d felt on the side of his face. It took a deal of strength for her to open her eyes, but when she did, they widened immediately.

“Do you know you’re bleeding?” she asked him, shock present in her voice when she was met with the sight of her red fingertips.

The grunt that Tommy elicited in response wasn’t enough for her, so she took matters into her own hands - quite literally - by grabbing his cheeks and lifting his face up so that she could inspect it. There was no injury that was screaming at her as she looked at him head on, but the reason behind the blood became clear when she turned his head to make him look to the right.

“You’ve got a cut on your temple,” she told him, squinting to inspect the injury further. It looked to be superficial, but still she had to wonder just for how long he’d been walking around with it bleeding. “What happened?” she tried then, manually turning his head so that he’d be looking at her again.

She knew just from the look in his eyes, how the once calm oceans were now darker from an impending storm, that she wouldn’t be getting much of an answer out of him. But hey…it was worth a try.

He let his eyes travel over her face, drinking in every inch of it as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Was a long day, (Y/N),” he mumbled, his hands continuing what they were doing, bunching up the fabric until he found the smooth skin of her thigh.

(Y/N) was the one to lean in for a kiss this time, and she pulled back with a similar grin present on her face. “Well maybe there’s something that can be done about that,” she told him, her voice not even needing to take on a suggestive tone for him to make the next move.

She couldn’t help but shriek as he lifted her into his arms, his hands brushing higher up her thighs as she hooked her legs around his waist. A stream of giggles left her lips as Tommy walked them to the stairs and up to his bedroom.

He may have had a long day, but at least he was - hell, they both were - ending it on a high note.

—damn y’all…I know I promised they won’t all be this long, but oh boy did I get carried away here. Sorry, not sorry!

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riality-check · 1 year

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more daisy jones-adjacent things. this time, they're finally starting to hate each other a little less.

parts 1, 2, and 3, for your reading pleasure. less drugs this time around, but way more talk about steve's ptsd. part 5. part 6. part 7.

ao3

Steve has never co-written anything before. All of his songs are his, from start to finish. Every note, every chord, every syllable is his invention, and he takes them all very seriously.

That's not to say that he doesn't accept help. He wouldn't be himself if he wasn't constantly bouncing ideas off of Robin and Dustin and Lucas, and he always has other people look it over and offer suggestions.

But the initial creation? That's all him. Steve likes that kind of control.

Writing with a band is very different. Eddie declares it, the song Steve pissed him off enough into writing, done after they've got lyrics and a lead guitar part.

"They'll write the rest," he says, like it's that simple.

Steve can't imagine letting go that much. In all honesty, he's scared shitless. He's never been good at being nice. Charming, yes. Nice, no. And he doesn't know how he'll be nice if the drum, bass, and rhythm guitar parts suck.

It's his song. Well, his and Eddie's, which is weird to think about, but still.

Steve has never co-written anything before.

And, to make matters worse, he fell asleep last night.

He knew it was coming. He's never made it past seventy-two hours, no matter how hard he tries or how high he gets. He knew it was coming, and he prepped as best as he could.

That didn't stop him from sleeping in three hour bursts, at max. Torn between the nightmares and the exhaustion and the crash, he freaked out, passed out, and repeated the cycle until he had to get up and go to the studio.

At least this time, last night, he was back in the Byers house. Scary as shit, with the initial confusion never fading, but it's the best of the nightmares he gets. Between the dogs and the torture, Steve's brain has plenty of worse things to torment him with.

Maybe he should be grateful, but he's never been good at dealing with what he's given.

This morning, he doesn't need to take anything. He's tired, but not that tired, and he's trying to give himself breaks when he can.

He doesn't want to die. He just wants to stay awake.

He has a coffee, though. That's mostly for the taste. His tolerance is shot to hell, so it's not like caffeine makes a real difference.

Steve walks into the studio, coffee in hand, and sees the band setting up and tuning their instruments. Jeff gives him a little wave, Gareth nods absently as he tightens his snare, and Archie positively beams.

"Steve, you're a saint," he says, a little mischief in his eyes. "Different chords, finally. I could kiss you."

Steve laughs and promptly cuts himself off when he sees Eddie staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks once the silence has stretched on for too long.

"Why are you here?" Eddie asks bluntly.

Steve, notably, doesn't flinch back. He doesn't snap. He doesn't do anything that he would regret later.

He just says, steadily, "I can go if you don't want me."

He stands there, and he swallows back his hurt. He thought Eddie was finally warming up to him. He took Eddie's fighting words as an improvement from being ignored. And, as usual, Steve thought wrong.

"Hang on a sec," Jeff says. He sets his guitar down and stands between Steve and Eddie. "I said I wanted Steve on backing vocals for this."

"Is Steve not on backing vocals?" Gareth asks from the other side of the room.

"Far as I know, he is," Archie says with a pointed look at Eddie.

Eddie turns to look at Jeff instead. Steve watches their intense staring match and thinks about just walking out.

Before he can take the first step, Eddie says, "Fine."

"Fine what?" Steve can't help but ask.

"Stay."

Steve nods, but he turns to Jeff. "Are you sure? It's fine if-"

"I'm sure," Jeff says. "I think you wrote this song more for your register than mine."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Jeff says. "I changed everything I can't hit, but I just want a little more support, you know?"

Steve looks around the little studio space, around at all the cables and amps and mics and instruments, and he counts. Then counts again.

"There's only four mics," he says.

Jeff picks his guitar back up and gives it a little strum. "Share with Eddie."

"What?" Eddie says, looking like he would rather walk out than do that.

"Nothing against you, Steve," Jeff explains, ignoring Eddie. "I'm just a big personal space guy. Can't focus otherwise."

Steve looks over at Eddie, still sitting, still scowling.

"Fine," he says, because he'll be professional, even if Eddie won't.

"You guys are fucking killing me," Chrissy says, and Argyle, the audio engineer next to her, nods in agreement. "Can we get this show on the road?"

Gareth gives them a little salute, one that Chrissy rolls her eyes at. "We all ready?"

"As we'll ever be," the rest of the band choruses.

Steve shrugs. "Yeah."

"You warm up?" Eddie asks, walking toward his mic.

Steve follows. "Never do."

Eddie rolls his eyes, but then Chrissy gives them the all-clear, Gareth counts them off, and they start.

And something switches.

Steve knew this would be higher energy. Different genre, different sound, whatever. But there's something fucking electric about playing with a band instead of being by himself in an iso booth, drilling vocals until he has a take he's happy with.

Recording with a band brings a different sort of energy. It creates a feedback loop, getting them higher, playing faster, sounding better.

Steve tells himself to back off. He's not the star of this show. He's been invited, and a quarter of the people in this room don't want him here.

But filling in the gaps has always come easy to him, and he gives the backing vocals his all.

And somewhere between the guitar solo and the end of the song, Eddie smiles at him for the first time.

It's quick, but it's blinding. Steve didn't think Eddie could smile until he does. It's quick as a flash and wide and feral and a little mean, but it's there, and it's directed at him.

But just like that, the first take is over. It was messy and imperfect, and as soon as it ends, Eddie is back to scowling at him.

But it's not as harsh. And that's how Steve knows that he wasn't imagining that little bit of something.

"Holy shit," Archie says, as soon as they're done. "This is gonna be a good song."

"It's gonna be a great song," Jeff says.

"I want more from Steve," Gareth adds, and the rest of the guys agree.

Even Eddie, however begrudgingly.

"Alright, boys," Chrissy says. "You've got the fun out of your systems. Let's focus and make some music."

Steve looks over at Eddie, who nods, however slightly. And he thinks, because he has never been able to kill hope a day in his life, that they could make a good team if Eddie could stop hating his guts.

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simply-wlw-kpopstan · 6 months

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6. letters

⚠️ Spoilers ahead, drug overdose is mentioned

The next morning you woke up before your alarm. As you say up from the bed your eyes fell on harin's sleeping body. Maybe she could let go of the past, make things right step by step. Jaeun would forgive her bu the rest ? You understand why she wants to transfer but the thought of letting her go after yesterday hurts you.

It was 5 a.m so you still had an hour before you had to leave for school. You got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee and breakfast. Sharing that room together had some perks because now you know what she likes to eat. As you're preparing the food harin walls in the kitchen yawning. She walks up to you without a word and hugs you from behind, placing her head on your shoulder and watches what you're doing.

"good morning, I made some coffee if you want some and breakfast will be ready soon" you turn your head when you're done talking and planted a kiss on her cheek. She hummed as a response and tightened her hold on you, "What's wrong"

"I woke up and you weren't there."

Oh. You fought back a ridiculous big smile and turned around in her arms, "i'm sorry. I thought you would be asleep for a bit longer, My plan was making breakfast and then waking you up."

harin's eyes focus on the fruit and pancakes you had made. "it's okay." she leaned down stealing a kiss before sitting down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island. She poured coffee for the both of you and grabbed some food. As you're sipping your coffee you notice her demeanor change slightly, "I can't come to school with you. I need to go home and take care of some stuff."

"will I see you again if you transfer?" you hoped she would just go to another school nearby but the news of the school was everywhere.

"no. I'd have to go international. My dad had mentioned an ivy league school but I didn't want to leave back then." back then. When everything was under her control and nobody knew. " I have something for you." she took a piece of paper out of her pants and slipped it to you," don't read it yet."she quickly said as you were unfolding the piece.

" when do I open it? " you raised an eyebrow.

" later. I'm going home and if I don't show up tomorrow you can read it."

" why wouldn't you show up? What are you going to do? " you got worried at the thought of her getting hurt.

"Things go fast with my family. For all I know they could put me on a plane the moment I say the word transfer." she finished her plate and got up from her chair, walked around the island and kissed you, " i really have to go before my parents leave for work. The sooner this gets sorted the better. "

You pull her in again before she can pull away. If this is the last time you can kiss her then you will make sure it's better than a quick peck. You cup her face as your lips moved against one anothers, your thumbs softly caressing her cheeks and her hands on top of yours. "I love you" you rest your forehead against hers as you said it for the second time to her, " no matter what happens you remember that okay? You'll always have me." she pulls away from you and makes a move to the door but you couldn't just let her go, "wait! Give me just a second, I have something for you too" you stood up and ran to your room to find a bracelet you had made weeks ago. you run back and motion for her to give her wrist, "I know it's not your usual designer bracelets but I made this a while ago and I want you to have it."

She looks down at it as you clasped it shut, "i love it" she twirls it around and you see her smile at the little symbol. "really? A pyramid?"

"what? It could be a regular triangle?" She glares at you and you laugh, "fine it is. I may not have liked the game but it's kind of the start of our story. I want you to have it, so you can think about me whenever you see it. To remind you, you're never truly alone. I'll always be there."

She smiled at you and pulls you in for a last kiss before leaving your place. Just like she said harin didn't show up at the end of the day, you wanted to believe that maybe she was running late so you waited one more day. At school rumors started to fly around about jaeun and suji being involved in a fire somewhere but you didn't really believe it unless they say something themselves. It wasn't until they added harin Into the rumor that you started to pay attention. Having enough of the doubt you made your way to the roof and we're lucky enough to see jaeun standing alone.

"Hey, I know this might be weird but there have been rumors about you and suji. Do you know about that?" you leaned against the ledge as you looked over the school grounds.

"yeah, it's true." she nodded, "harin had texted me to come there, she told me why she did what she did and I had to watch what happened to her." jaeun sighs as she looked at your confused expression, " she took opiods, a lot of them. I-I think she was planning to overdose."

"no. No she wouldn't!" you shook your head, "she came to me and- she was going to transfer to another school. She asked me to come with her. but she- she went home to talk to her parents. She wouldn't"

"That's what happened. The Fire department got us out and took us to the hospital, that's the last time I saw her."

"you didn't ask about her? How she was doing? If she was-" your voice cracked, "I have to go." you mutter and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and splashed some water in your face. Going over everything that happened the past few days, you try to find any clue and that's when you remembered the letter. You took it out of your bag and fiddled with shaking hands to get it open.

Y/n

I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do. I never wanted to hurt you and I failed to protect you from dayeon back in Busan. I'm on my way home to ask my parents for a transfer and I'll ask for the paperwork for you too just in case you change your mind. I understand that you can't drop everything for me and It was unfair of me to ask you. There are a lot of people I've hurt and i need to settle things once and for all.

Last night was perfect and I'm sorry for leaving like this. You're the most amazing person and I need you to know that I love you. I know I didn't say it back last night but I do. I was scared that if I told you I wouldn't be able to do what needs to be done. No matter what happens you'll always be my first love, the only person who saw the real me.

Remember that I love you and I'm deeply sorry for taking the coward way out instead of telling you all this in person.

Harin

The coward way out? So she actually was planning to overdose? Or was she just talking about writing it instead of telling you? Where is she now? You put the letter back in your bag and left school to go to her house. They could tell you more about how she was and if you could see her. It didn't take you too long to get a cab and drive towards harin's house. You buzzed at the front gate and a female voice answered.

"hello miss, I'm... I know harin and I heard about what happened with her. I was just wondering if she was doing okay?" You bit your lip as the other side stayed silent.

"she isn't here and she won't return."

"why? Can I get an address then? I really want to see her and make sure she's okay."

"I can't help you sorry. Now leave before I call the police." with that the line cuts and you're left standing at the gate of the mansion. The hospital, that's the only place she could be right? You open your phone to get another cab and once at the hospital you ask for harin but they say there's nobody there with that name.

"she has to be here. She was brought here with two other girls a few days ago, they were at the orphanage that catched on fire?"

The women starts typing in her computer and humms, "two of the girls were discharged and the other girl got transfered to a psych ward."

"can you give me the name and address?"

"no, I can not. It's a closed facility, no visitors and everything is classified."

You thanked the woman and sat down in the waiting room and looked up psych wards in the area. As you were scrolling the TV was playing softly, you turned your attention at the mentioning of Baekyeon Group and that's when you saw it was harin's parents. You watched them talk about her actions and how they were revoking the adoption. How could they do something like that? She's a person, a human being and not some item you can return to the store! You needed to find harin and quick but how? Yewon! You could ask yewon to hack the hospital for harin's file. You grab your bag and once again get a cab to return to school. You find yewon at the back of the library and sat down next to her.

"I'm going to ask you something and you can't tell anyone I asked okay?" She nodded her head and got closer, "can you hack into a hospital? I need to find someone and they said it's classified."

"I can who are you looking for?"

"that's the thing, they didn't know who she was so she's registered as a Jane doe. They told me she was transferred to a psych ward."

"I'll see what I can do." she smiled, "Just write down the hospital so I know where to go. I'll try to go this weekend." you wrote all the information down and were thankful she didn't ask any questions about who it was. Something in you told you she wouldn't help if she knew it was harin and you wouldn't blame her. In the end harin did hurt a lot of people but she didn't deserve to be all alone. She didn't deserve to be thrown to the side by the family that made her the way she was and you would make sure everyone knew what they did. They can't get away with this.

You go back to your class and took out your books when you noticed another paper with harin's handwriting.

If you're reading this things didn't go as planned today. I know you must have a million questions and are disappointed in me for what I did but I had to do it. To be honest I don't know what will happen after today but i need you to know the truth.

I didn't lie when I said I was going to talk to my parents, I left your place and went home. I asked for a transfer but my parents said it was too late now,My grandmother told my dad to get me out. She didn't look at me like before and I knew I couldn't leave it like this, she expects me to take care of this so I am. This thing between me and jaeun has been going on for too long, After tonight It stops.

I didn't write this before because I wasn't sure yet, I made the decision the day after I left. That's why I'm writing a new letter to you. You're in the art studio right now, I passed by and you were working on something but I couldn't get myself to walk inside. It's beter that you think I already left since I didn't show up yesterday. I can't make you happy to just crush you the next day. You deserve better than that, better than me. I'm sorry if I hurt you again, that I broke your trust again.

Harin

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Ruins - Part XXII

Chapter 22

Wordcount 4,1k

Title Part XXII

Fandom Shummatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20 . 21

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, undressing; non explicit sex

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess @alecfromsaturn (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I don't even know what to say after so long, except that I'm happy to finally come back and put this chapter out 😭🙏 I've been thinking of it for ages and questioning myself whether I'd be able to give these two a proper honeymoon or not, but this is an issue that haunts me every time I sit to write a honeymoon/intimate scene. The potion stuff was something I wanted to include back in the wedding chapter, but it's end up too long so I abandoned the idea. Now I had the chance to use it, and to try to bring some comedy vibes to soothe things a bit 😅

Anyways, hope you have fun! Missed you all 💜🥰

For you were too tired to stay awake after your brother-in-law left, you never saw the moment your husband came back to the private sections of your chambers, as much as when the rays of sunshine first entered the room. When you opened your eyes, the ceiling and the walls were already touched by the warm light, and the people in the tapestry over your head were as joyful as ever.

You tried to move the sheets from upon you and found out you could do it with no problems. You looked around and sensed the room was too quiet. You were also alone in the bed.

You frowned.

Where did he go?

You took a deep breath and, after some effort, you sat on the bed. You felt a strange, but complete relief with that gesture: your strength came back to you, there were no shivers spreading through your skin and no fear making your heart heavy. Was the transformation finished? You couldn’t believe it’d happen so fast, but maybe the hardest part of the process was over and you’d be able to carry on with your activities while it came to its end. Whatever the case, you were content to see you were yourself again.

You left the bed and headed to the bathroom. You closed the door, turned on the lights around the mirror to wash your face… and were static with what you saw there.

It was still you in the reflection, the same eyes, nose, lips and all, but at the same time it wasn’t. You saw a refreshed, cleaner version of you, with an inhuman glow in the lilac of your eyes and a flawless skin to cover each spot. Yes, you were sure it was still you, but more beautiful, more gracious, even without a layer of makeup and a disheveled hair to frame your expression.

So… this is how being a goddess feels like.

You smiled to yourself.

It’s not that bad.

You brushed your hair (which, understandably, took you more time than you were used) and finished your personal care session without taking your eyes off the mirror. You were a bit ashamed for being so vain, but after all the agonizing hours you had to endure to reach those looks, you couldn’t deny yourself such contentment.

You left the bathroom and searched for your robe. You found it on the same chair Hades left his own the night before. You dressed it and looked around, still finding his absence strange. It was when a soft, rhythmic sound reached your ears – his voice, brought by the breeze entering through the balcony, came to you in the form of a song, but you couldn’t recognize the words at first; you frowned and listened for a while, until you realized he was singing in Ancient Greek.

You smiled. You’ve already heard him sing before, but it was never that sweet. From what you’ve learned during his lessons, you were able to understand some verses, which, in the modern language, was something like this:

Under the red skies

Of the first day of Winter

I saw you

Your tiny feet running upon the ruins

Of the Temple of Love

Where after your touch

White flowers would grow

Would you mind

If I took you away with me?

Would you mind

If I hid you away?

As we built our secret place

Out of your flowers

And out of my song...

You followed his voice to the outside and found him sitting on the small table at the balcony, having a filled cup in front of him. He seemed relaxed, in peace with himself like you’ve never seen him before, especially when you remembered the events of the previous night, with his legs crossed and his eyes lost in the landscape.

You sighed at the scene.

Like a King who has his domains assured.

Change came when you took the first step toward him: the ecstatic glow in his eyes appeared and expanded as he turned to you, swallowing your whole form; he raised an unconscious hand and you accepted it, letting him take you to his lap.

You touched his cheek.

– Hi.

– Hi – Hades took your hand on his and led it to his lips – Young goddess.

A heat came up to your face when you heard that treatment. As much as it was flattering, you couldn’t shake the sensation that you were meeting him as if you were a different person now, and it still too soon to know if you enjoyed it. But you wouldn’t ruin the moment with sad deliberations, so you quickly redirected the conversation through sweeter paths.

– Were you singing about a young goddess as well?

– Yes – he curled a strand of your hair between his fingers – One that would touch the ruins of a dark world with her pretty feet, with the sweetness of a damsel and the courage of a warrior.

– And does she reach her fate with such sweetness and courage?

– Her fate, and much more – he approached and kissed your forehead.

You giggled and turned to the table, taking an empty cup and filling it with the same liquid as his cup, which consistence reminded you of milk, but with the color of caramel.

– What song was that? – you put the recipient of the caramel back on the table and grabbed your little cup – You never sang it before.

– It’s a love song in Ancient Greek. The author is unknown, but it was popular among travelers – Hades explained – It’s much longer than this, but this is my favorite part.

– We should learn the complete lyrics, then – you turned to him with tenderness – Then we will sing the whole song together.

– And we can do that during our travels.

– An excellent idea.

The rest of the breakfast went in silence, but after it you two went to the garden at the upper floor. You were were able to walk through it and that made you happy, still Hades didn’t let go of your arm until you decided to sit on a bench. There were some small trees around it, and you saw butterflies and birds sharing their branches peacefully; a couple of birds arrived, persecuting each other, then leaving as fast as they came, their wings making a rustling noise between the leaves, their little voices at their peak. You laughed at this, which reminded Hades of something.

– So how are your ears going? – he brushed your hair behind the left one – You’ve been complaining about the nature noises.

– They’re getting better. I mean, I don’t think I’d stand a lion’s roar right now, but the birds are completely bearable – you smiled.

– That’s good to hear.

You took some time to silently appreciate your surroundings as they displayed what would be a pleasing Spring morning in Midgard. You thought of this for a moment: the plants, the creatures and that whole environment were those of from Midgard, just everything you saw along your stay in the areas reserved to humans in those blessed lands – and all of them were designed by your husband. You felt your respect and admiration for him grow the same way it did when you took your first walk in the Gardens, when you ate pomegranates.

– You thought of all of this before we got married – you said suddenly; and, turning to him, – You thought of everything.

Hades replied with the same modest smile he gave you when you asked if he was there during the planting of the pomegranate tree.

– I wouldn’t say that. I’d say I’ve work with every necessary resource and with the best people I could find, so everything you’ve seen around would have the power of bringing smiles to the young humans’ faces – he raised his fingers to brush your hair – And, as a payment for all this work, yours will be forever on my sight.

Your smile widened at those words before you could notice. You were really content that, more than wishing to see your smile often, he was also creating reasons for you to show it: not so long after that conversation, he took you to take a walk through the depths of the garden, where exotic plants were hidden, and you spent the next hour talking about them and planning how to include your creations at the Greenhouse in the collection.

When you finally went back to the chambers’ interior, you decided you wanted to spend some time in bed, for your legs were a bit heavy. Meanwhile, Hades went to the kitchen to prepare tea. When he came back, you brought out a subject that has been on your mind for days: the travel to Hellheim.

– I’ve been worried about this for a while, but haven’t had the chance to speak until now – you said while accepting a cup of tea from his hands – Is it too long? Is it a difficult path, or an easy one? How does it look like?

He sat by your side with his own tea.

– It’s certainly a long way, especially for the ones who aren’t used to it – and, smiling at your widened eyes, – But I’m not saying this to discourage you, given that the travels between this realm and that one are far from tedious.

You turned on your side to hear more. Now you were completely interested.

– Really? And what kind of things we find through it?

Your husband started describing those strange lands as if narrating an epic story, going from dark skies, menacing rocks, abysses and terrifying natural phenomenons to powerful creatures, brave, minor deities occupied with their work and suspicious wanderers. You learned to love his ability of explaining concepts and depicting scenarios in a way that the images formed in your mind as vivid as if you were inside them; in that particular case, you also appreciated his power of calming your fears, assuring you that the travel was safe despite the things you were going to find.

After the tea, you told him you were sleepy, even though you’ve slept the entire night.

– I’m sorry for this, because I wanted to spend this day out with you – you told him, giving him back the cup – But I’m too tired, though I did nothing that justifies this tiredness.

– This isn’t but expected, little one – he replied before taking the cups to the kitchen – The transformation isn’t complete yet, and it takes an enormous amount of vital energy. You’ll still need some time to regain it, and an even longer period to manage it when your powers start manifesting.

– I see – you slowly laid down on your pillow, feeling both the sleep and the weight of your future responsibilities pulling you to it.

As if sensing your anxiety, Hades offered you some solace.

– But for now you don’t have to think too much about these things – he walked to the kitchen’s door – Th time to take care of them is yet to come.

You accepted those words and closed your eyes, letting the sleep take over your body, which didn’t take long that time.

***

You thought you were going to feel better the next day, and you weren’t entirely wrong in your expectations, but you in fact needed at least three or four days to feel able to walk, stand and do any other activity without a subsequent fatigue, neither the need of sleeping in the middle of the day. During that period, you were visited by Aesclepius twice, and he was content with your progress, something that made both you and Hades relieved: now, as he explained, your body’s tendency would be gathering energy instead of spending it, so that soon you would be as physically and mentally capable as any other god, and the travel to Hellheim wouldn’t be a problem.

On the other hand, Hades, having diligence as his second name, didn’t stay idle: while you recovered, he divided his time in taking care of you, solving small matters with his brother Zeus, checking on your family through Hermes, talking to Aesclepius about your condition and organizing your travel to the Underworld; he exchanged messages with Adamas at least once in a day, to make sure everything was alright in his domains. You, on your part, spent your time alternating between resting and being worried, despite his advice: at the same time you wanted to tell him to take some rest – after all, it was his honeymoon – you couldn’t do much to help him in this sense, neither in any other.

I’ve been increasing his burden since the beginning. He will deny it if I speak to him about it, but I know I’m not helping in anything; even my preoccupation might become an issue. I can’t wait for this to end.

That was why you received the first sign of a complete recovery with great contentment. You noticed it right after you left the bed that day and, taking a chance when your husband wasn’t in the chambers, you went to the arc where you kept your gifts from the ceremony. You’ve searched inside it with nervous hands and took a small bottle from it.

Your cheeks heated up at the sight of the object, its delicate shape involving a rosy potion which perfume was described as having “its own soul, so once it is used, it will always be recognizable by the ones who first sensed it”.

The gift of Aphrodite-sama. I’ve been so curious about its effects, but her explanations were so mysterious, and I was too ashamed to ask enough questions.

You still remembered how she took the chance to approach you while Hades wasn’t around. She passed by your side and stopped before you with such grace, yet so suddenly that you couldn’t help startling.

She giggled, enjoying your reaction.

– You were already a beauty, dear Y/n, but now – the goddess brushed your hair and cupped your face with tenderness – Now you’re the perfect being…

Aphrodite spent a moment in silence, just appreciating what she had in front of her. Then, as suddenly as her arrival, she moved her hands away and took a small object from inside her dress: a bottle that reminded you of the ones in which people sold expensive fragrances in Midgard, filled with some glistening fluid.

She put it in your hands and warned you to not let your husband see it before you had the opportunity to use it.

– Just one drop or two in the sheets, right before you lie down, must be enough – and, surrounding her mouth with her hands, as to whisper a secret – But it wouldn’t be bad if you used a few more.

You stared at the bottle, barely reaching the size of your palm, thinking of those words.

– Aphrodite-sama, I’m very thankful for your gift – you raised your eyes to her – But I’m a bit confused about it. Is it some sort of remedy, or blessing?

She observed you with a mixture of condescension and diversion.

– Most of the times, if used wisely, it will be a blessing, but in other times it will be a powerful remedy – she blinked her right eye.

It was when finally started to understand.

– Oh, this is a love potion, my Lady – you smiled, then frowned – But Hades and I… We’re already in love with each other…

The Goddess of Love laughed.

– I know, my dear. But the purpose of this potion is not making you fall in love… – and lowering her tone – But falling harder.

She approached you one last time and, with a kiss on your forehead, she left you with the potion and a lot of things to think about.

And now you were there, alone with her gift for the second time, and wondering if that was the moment to use it.

I’m torn between the fear of the effects and the curiosity about them.

After minutes of painful deliberation, you decided to open it and smell its perfume… which filled both your nostrils and your soul, drowning you in a wave of powerful sensations: your feelings, thoughts and memories about Hades were all stirred and turned into one, expanding until you had the urge to pour it out; your eyes were filled with tears, and your breath became difficult as your chest would go up and down in ache as you craved his presence. Even as a young goddess, you could tell that the substance held a terrific power.

Now I understand why she told me to use just a few drops.

You adjusted the sheets upon the bed and knelt over them, stretching for the potion to be poured in the center. You slowly turned the bottle to the side, in your best efforts to control your trembling hand, and observed as the first drop fell on the fabric, disappearing so fast that it was hard to tell it has ever been there. More drops followed it in other spots and over the pillows…

When the sudden crack of the room’s door opening made you scream and drop the bottle on the bed, turning the next drops into a whole puddle.

You sat on the sheets, hiding the bottle behind you as you had a confused Hades standing at the door, staring at you without understanding why his arrival got you so scared.

– Is there something wrong, little one? You look a bit nervous.

You were quick to deny it.

– No… No, of course not! I’m perfectly fine! – you shook your hands around yourself as to reaffirm what you were saying – It’s just the noise of these hinges! I can’t get used to it…

With your face on fire, you fell silent after that, praying that your husband would just accept the explanation and change the subject… but, unfortunately, your pairs weren’t willing to grant you this small wish: Hades closed the door behind him and approached the bed, suspicion filling each of his gestures. At the same time, the perfume made its presence stronger than never as the bottle’s whole content leaked to the sheets on your back, turning any attempt of keeping it a secret unnecessary.

– Y/n, what is it? – he looked around the bed – Are you spreading perfume on the sheets?

You shrugged.

– Ah… Sort of.

– What kind of perfume? – he raised an eyebrow – This one seems to possess some sort of spell. Is it one of your wedding gifts?

You shook your head in a positive gesture and slowly brought the bottle to your front, giving it to him with a shy hand.

Once his eyes laid on the object, Hades turned to you with a strange expression, one that you haven’t seen before, and about which you weren’t sure how to feel; your fingers gripped on the sheets: that was the first time you didn’t know what to expect from him.

But you didn’t need to wait too long to figure that out.

You observed as he held the bottle with an attentive gaze, a smile started forming on his lips: he already recognized the nature of the potion. However, it wasn’t shyness or shame that took over your feelings with the understanding: around him and around yourself, you sensed a quiet, yet steady change that grew as the smell spread through the room; you had the sensation that your sight turned a bit blurry, except for your husband’s figure, and that everything was somewhat covered with a rosy light that reminded you of the liquid’s shade. Maybe Hades was under the same impression, for he stood still, staring at you with a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that scared and interested you at the same time. The temperature seemed to elevate in the surroundings even though the balcony’s door was wide open, so you started taking off your robe and moving your hair away from you neck.

The first words said between you after this were his.

– So… Our friend Aphrodite has her own gift for us – he made this observation with a vague, low voice – So clever of her to handle it to you while I was away…

Without taking his eyes off you, he dropped the bottle on the carpet. You didn’t know if it was anger or diversion you sensed in his tone, so you rushed to justify yourself.

– I really wanted to tell you about it, but I couldn’t disobey her instructions – your voice sounded lower than you remembered it, but you kept going – It’s just that, now that I’m recovered… I wanted to do something special… – the air swirled and heated up around you; the left strap of your gown slipped to the side, but you didn’t mind adjusting it – I wanted to have a proper honeymoon…

And that was the instant that changed everything.

Once those words escaped your lips, the blurry wave of sensations poured out of you at last, reaching for your lover and tangling with his own feelings, pulling him ahead, straight to you: without wasting time, Hades got rid of his coat and shoes, throwing himself over the bed as if afraid that you would disappear if he lingered in his place. You were a bit scared by this new impulsivity, but you wouldn’t push him away: the heat that has been increasing since you first smelled the potion, pulsating all over your body, only calmed own when your husband wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his lap, your legs spreading and burying in the sheets on each side, his mouth reaching for yours as you helped him take off his blouse with your little hands.

You moved away for a moment to see the results of your work, and the vision left you marveled: yes, you’ve already seen him undressed once, when he stood with you during the worst point of your fever, but you barely gave his figure the attention it deserved; now, with your strength restored and your sight in perfect conditions, you wouldn’t make the same mistake: from his face, your hands slipped over his skin, across his neck and over his chest, your thumbs drawing circles around his nipples; you smiled when a sigh left his lips. You noticed the vine he had tattooed on his left arm, the same pattern of the one on his forehead.

He is perfect.

– You’re so beautiful… – you murmured to him, your fingers brushing over the tattoo – I’m so sorry for making you wait... I promise I’ll make up for it…

You felt his hands going to your hips and tightening around them, bringing you closer. Your gown slipped, exposing your thighs as your knees were buried on the soft mattress.

– I’ll make sure you will – his lips brushed and smiled over yours – But for you, the wait is always worthy…

You felt his hands caressing your thighs, slipping under your gown and pulling it up. Your heart skipped a bit: that was going to be the first time you’d expose yourself for your husband, so that everything had to be in place: you were now a goddess with a well-built, flawless body, but were you feeling that beautiful now? Were you good enough to appear before him with only your skin to cover you?

Heavens, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, but who would say it’d be so scary?

Still, you didn’t stop him, and when the gown was finally taken off, every inch of yourself under his sight, you remembered the conversation you had weeks ago, in that balcony beside the room, and the confidence in it soothed your nervousness, as much as his hands exploring your figure: his right thumb caressed your lower lip, going down to your chin and your neck, where you noticed his hand was able to surround most of it; both his hands went through your shoulders, your collarbones and, finally, your breasts, where he his thumbs caressed you the same way you did to him. A loud moan escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself, and you put your hand over it, your cheeks burning with shame: apparently, erasing one’s shyness wasn’t among the properties of Aphrodite’s potion; Hades laughed, enjoying your spontaneity, and moved your hand away from your lips, putting it around is neck.

– So shy, aren’t we? – and, letting it clear that he had the same conversation in mind as well, – Let’s take care of this together…

He then suffocated any word or moan that might’ve come out from your mouth with a deep kiss, pulling you tighter against himself as your hands tangled in his hair.

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Part XXIII

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Opening doors

"Is this what you like baby, I know it is" Linda said as she fucked me with her strapon. I was naked bent over the bed my legs spread wide. As she pounded my ass with deep thrust my ass swallowed 6 inches of her toy.

"Yes, baby yes" I moaned. She slowed and leaned in I felt her breast press against my back.

"Next week is your anniversary, baby. What do you want?" Linda asked me. At first I didn't know what she meant out anniversary was months away.

"You been my bitch for a year" Linda told me when I hesitated. Before I could speak she rammed her cock hard back into my ass.

"You want more slut?" She teased as she rammed my ass over and over. She finally pulled out and smacked my ass.

"Wow, baby your ass is all stretched out, maybe I should get a bigger cock" she unbuckled the strapon and I heard it hit the floor. As she headed into the bathroom. I got up and grabbed the toy. I knew it was my responsibility to clean it and put it away till Linda was ready to use it again. Linda walked put of the bathroom in her robe.

"Change those sheets too, slut you ot them all sticky" Linda laughed when she saw the wet spot I had made as she had milked my prostate with her cock. She then stepped close to me.

"Baby, I think you should go smooth again." Her hand cupping my balls. "Remember when you where all sexy and smooth?" She teased. I kept all my body hair trimmed close I had shaved it all off back when we had started this game but had let it grow back after a few weeks.

Linda had dictated alot since we began. First she took more control of our marriage, it was no longer 50/50. Instead more like 70/30. She made all major decisions. Only asking my opinion. She also dicteated my looks. Letting my hair grow longer but kept neat. She had changed my wardrobe. No more sweats and tee shirts. Dressing me so I looked hot. As she put it. Also no more slacking at the gym. I was kept lean. She made sure I worked on my glutes. She liked me having a hot ass to fuck. Me being inside her was also changed. I pleased her with my tounge, toys, even my fingers but she was never letting my dick inside her ever again. She told me. I just nodded. She kissed me and smacked my ass again as she went out to the kitchen.

I decided to shave right then, Linda had given me tips months ago. And since my hair was always trimmed it wasn't to bad. But took about an hour. When I came out I found Linda had laid out clothes for me. This was rare bit not unheard of. There was a underwear she had found awhile ago. They had a small pouch to hold my dick and balls. But the back was just straps around my waist and legs keeping my whole ass exposed. The shorts where shorter then I liked and tight. What surprised me was a sports bra. A black sports bra this was new. I thought but pulled it on.

"OH don't you look hot" Linda whistled from the doorway. I blushed.

"I think you're missing something though" she smiled as she held up a pink butt plug. "Let's go bitch" she said as I pulled down the shorts and bent over. After the reaming she had given me an hour ago it slid right in. I fixed my shorts and Linda gave me a shirt to wear over my bra.

"Mom is coming over" she told me. As she went to get dressed. My mother in law and I had never gotten along but our relationship had definitely improved over the last few months. I wasn't comfortable wearing this bra and my ass plugged with her here. I finished making the bed and tiding up. Linda walked up behind me and pushed on the plug in my ass. I moaned.

"Have to control that with mom here" Linda warned me. Just then my mother in law. Carol walked in. She never rang the bell she always just let herself in. She walked right over and hugged Linda. Then to my surprise hugged me as well. As she did Linda pushed on my ass again. I mumbled.

"What was that?" Carol asked.

"Nothing just said good to see you" I told her. She just smiled. I waited on Carol much like I had been serving Linda. Linda and her mom had several quiet laughs together I feel at my expense. After dinner I was doing dishes when Carol was saying her goodbye. I stopped only to say good night. Carol's hand ran across my back as if she was feeling the bra thru my shirt. She stepped back with a smile.

I was worried she had felt the bra. And rushed away. Linda came in moments later her hand pushed on the plug hard.

"Ohhhh" I moaned.

"Remember when we talked about other men" Linda asked. "Would you still let me have another man if I wanted?" she asked. "A real man"

"Yes" I moaned.

'I think you like a man too" she giggled pushing on the plug even harder. She led me to the bedroom. Leaving the dishes.

"I want you to put this on" Linda told me holding up a punk satin nightie. I was shocked

"You will for me won't you" she told me. She undressed me and slid on on me. She then added matching panties sliding them up my legs.

"How do they feel?" Linda asked her hand cupping my already stiff dick. She then undid her pants she was wearing her strapon.

"You look so pretty" her finger ran across my lips. "Suck my cock" she told me. She pushed on my shoulders till I was knelt between her legs. "Take it kiss it, suck the tip" she told me. I looked up at her scared. She just ran the toy over my lips. My lips parted and she fed me her cock.

"OH that's so hot baby" she told me. Cheering me on. I tried to take more as she coached me. "I bet you love a real cock in your mouth"

As I continued. Linda kept teasing me. "I told mom I caught you wearing my bra" she told me.i tried to jump up but she kept the toy in my mouth. She then pulled me to my feet.

"I need you to fuck me now". But she knelt and pulled out a belt. She strapped a strapon to me and laid on the bed. "Fuck me like a lesbian lover" she guided the toy into her pussy. It was strange not feeling her as I fucked her. Getting excited I slipped out several times despite the large size. Linda took over rolling me over she mounted the toy and rode me. Calling me a slut as she teased my nipples. I came from the intensity of all of this and her rubbing the harness against me as she rode the toy.

"Baby you finished already" Linda giggled. As she had her own orgasm. She kept going stretching out her pleasure. Before she just collapsed on my chest. I felt so strange. Still dressed in her satin panties and nightie. Linda got up.

"You can wear this all night if you like" she teased me. As she pinched my nipple. I was almost in tears as I got up and stripped. This was to far. I thought.

"Don't act all pouty" Linda told me. She pushed on the plug still buried in my ass.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck" I moaned.

"Yeah you are a bitch, aren't you?" She asked.

"Yeeeees" I hissed.

"Go pick out something pretty to wear to bed then" she told me. Pointing to her closet.

"Linda" I whined. She just pointed. I walked to her closet. There was a yellow satin baby doll hanging on a hook in front of everything else. I knew Linda had picked it out. I stripped and removed the plug then put it on and walked back out. Linda already in bed. I slipped under the covers. She spooned me her hand on my ass.

I woke in the morning to Linda kissing me. She cuddled up to me. Half asleep I got up and went to pee. Shit I thought. As soon as I got up. Linda had but the chastity cage on me. It had been months since we had played with one. But this one was not the one we had bought. It was small pink plastic cage.

"Linda?" I asked pulling up the nightie.

"I know but don't try and tell me you don't want it" Linda gave a evil littlle smile. "You like my cock so much now I think you don't need one of your own" I sighed and went to shower. She would tire quickly of this game I thought. She always did.

Linda was still in bed when I got out of the shower. She had laid out piles of lingerie on the bed.

"You will wear girlie undies from now on. I never want to see you not wearing something sexy under your clothes is that understood?" Linda told me. Looked thru the piles of panties and bras. There where also stockings and garters. Linda choose a flower printed bra and panty set for me to wear today. She helped me clasp the bra. Then had me put everything away in my dresser. My underwear drawer was empty.

"Before you get dressed come suck my cock" Linda told me. I turned to see her holding a dildo. Bigger then her pink one she used on my ass. This one also looked like a dick. I made a face as I looked at her.

"Don't be like that, I know you want to" she motioned me with her finger. Defeated I lowered my head and came over to her.

"Just like I showed you" she told me. She held the dildo and guided into my mouth. "Show me how appreciative you are for all your pretty panties" she told me. She had me suck it a little then started to make me take more of it gagging me.

"I am going to train you to be my perfect little slut" she told me."that's it slut take all my cock" Linda told me. My jaw and throat hurt after what seemed like an hour of sucking her toy. Then Linda got up she was naked. She opened a box of pantyliners. She pulled down my panties showed me how to put one on.

"These will keep you from leaking your juices and ruining your pretty panties. Only then was I allowed to get dressed. The padded bra made it look like I had little titties.

"Tina is coming over, do you need something to help you remember to behave" Linda placed a huge buttplug on my dresser. I just shook my head no. I went to put on a baggy sweatshirt.

"It's way to warm for that" Linda smiled. I went to change my shirt.

"You look fine or I could find you something in my closet for you to wear" Linda told me. I looked at her worried. She ran her hand over my "breasts."

Linda headed to the shower. I was watching sport center when the door bell rang. I answered the door. Tina immediately noticed my "breasts" but just smiled. Linda came in turned off the tv and had me sit with them as the chatted. It was just what twas going on type thing over a glass of wine. Linda had me sit close to her. Her hand running over my thigh, or ass randomly. Once even cupping my breasts. As I blushed.

"That new guy I met at the gym. Mark" Tina said changing the subject

"OH yeah" Linda said. "You like him hunny he is hot" Linda told me.

"He is big too" Tina smiled.

"Really, good for you" Linda laughed. "Isn't she lucky Paul" I just looked at the floor. I tried to leave but Linda just held me there.

"Don't go aweety, just girl talk" she told me. "You like bigcock. I am the onlynone here stuck with a small one." She cupped my cage.

"Is that true Paul, do you like big cock too?" Tina giggled

"Well he isn't brave enough to find a real one but he does like to be stretched. Don't you baby?" Linda laughed. "Would you like to show Tina what you been practicing?" Linda continued. I was scared staring at Linda horrified. "He is shy maybe another time, he is learning how to deep throat. " Linda continued.

"That's wonderful men love that" Tina laughed. "Now we need to find Linda some big cock don't we?" Tina laughed as she hugged me goodbye. Then Linda turned and hugged me as well.

"Don't wait up" she told me and left with Tina.

Tina sent me pics several hours later. Of Linda dancing with several different men. Then later one of Linda kissing a large black man. It was late I got ready for bed. I had fallen asleep when Linda woke me up. She was naked and slid into bed next to me. She kissed me and cuddled. I still wore the bra and panties. In the morning Linda woke me again.

"Should I invite your brother over or?" She pulled out the dildo again. I sucked it as she gave me tips again. I was afraid to ask her about last night. Linda let me pick my underwear after I was done. An unpadded bra and simple cotton briefs. She didn't say aword. Every day started with me sucking her toy. After a week she pegged me with a even bigger strapon while I sucked my toy. My panties became more and more risqué. As I wore a thong and lace braleete to work that day. That night Linda had another girls night out. Again I recieved pics from Tina. But the last one was of Linda on her knees in a parking lot sucking a big cock. /looks like Linda found a big one/ the caption said.

when Linda came home I slid between her legs and licked her swollen cunt.

"He used a condom" Linda laughed as she rubbed my head. I knew it would not of mattered if he hadn't. That is when I excepted my place would always be on my knees.

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Royal Pain Part 22

Hey, guys! You know how I said there was still plot to go through? Hehehe...

Corroded Coffin gets the opportunity of a life time.

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Eddie had been staring at the phone in his hand for the last twenty minutes in absolute shock.

He typed into the Corroded Coffin group chat: Emergency meeting, meet at the usual in twenty minutes.

The chat instantly blew up, but Eddie refused to answer any of their questions. He went to his room and blew his guitar a kiss. “Sorry, beautiful. I’m not taking you out tonight, but if everything goes to plan, we won’t be in this dump much longer.”

He ran his fingers gently over the strings, smiling at the sound. He dashed out of the apartment, patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys, wallet, and phone.

Eddie was the last to pull up to the garage they rented to practice in as he lived the farthest.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before he hopped out of his van. He paused outside of the door and took a deep breath. He opened the slowly and peaked his head in.

In addition to his band, Eddie wasn’t surprised to see that Mandy and Cecil were there too. He did say it was an emergency and the only reason Gethin wasn’t there was that because he was in Hawkins with their mom for the weekend.

Cecil was a quiet young man with red hair and glasses. He had a cane that he used to help him move around, having had knees that went bad early in his life.

“Right,” Eddie said, again rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. “So I got a message from Rick at Nightmare Holes about a half hour ago.”

“He’s not firing us, is he?” Brian asked. Cecil squeezed his shoulder.

Eddie held up his hands. “Right right, sorry. Wrong order. Let’s try this again.” He took a deep breath. “I know I used the emergency send up, but it’s not a bad emergency, and it’s not an emergency on Rick’s end either.”

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

“So who’s good emergency is it?” Jeff asked.

“Well, it’s a bad emergency on Metallica’s part,” Eddie said with a grin. “But it’s good for us.”

“No,” Gareth said. “No fucking way.”

Brian stood up and walked straight up to Eddie and got in his face. “You tell me right now, Edward Lawrence Munson, are we opening for Metallica?”

Eddie pursed his lips to keep at straight face. “I think that rather depends on the consensus of everyone in the band.”

Brian hugged him tightly. “Explain.”

He sat back down to next to Cecil.

“So the band that was supposed to open for Metallica,” Eddie explained, “their bus broke down and it’s going to take three days to fix it. And while they can get the members here in time, they don’t have the time to get all their gear here.”

Suddenly everyone was trying to talk over each other.

Jeff let out a loud piercing whistle. “Shut up and let him finish.”

Eddie cleared his throat and said, “So their manager was calling around all the local metal bars to see if they could recommend a band to sub in for the opener. Rick told him about us and asked if we were free tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “We have twenty minutes to decide before they move on to the next band.”

The room was now deathly quiet and Eddie gulped.

“Right,” Jeff said, “we’ll go around and ask each member of the band for their vote and then if majority says yes, Eddie will call Rick and that we’ll be there. Agreed?”

Everyone nodded.

“I’ll go first,” Eddie said. “I say yes. Of course I do. This has been my dream for years!”

“Brian?” Jeff said after nodding at Eddie’s answer.

Brian twisted his fingers nervously. “I want this as bad as Eddie does. Maybe even more. So, yeah, my answer is yes.” Cecil smiled at him and Brian smiled back.

“Gareth?” Jeff asked.

The youngest of the band was hunched behind his drum kit, making his small frame appear even smaller. “I know that it’s not going to matter, that we’re going to do it anyway. But I don’t want to. I like what we do. I like small crowds, dedicated fans. I know it’s everyone else’s dream. But it’s not mine. I say no.”

Eddie walked over to Gareth and pulled him in a big hug. “That was so brave of you. Thank you for being honest.”

The younger man nodded and squeezed back with all his might.

Jeff cleared his throat. “I want to do it. It was be the chance of a lifetime. A golden opportunity. But I don’t think we’re ready as a band for that type of crowd. Especially since none of our fans are going to be there. The people that are coming tonight expecting this other band and are going to be pretty disappointed when they don’t show.”

Mandy gave his thigh a quick squeeze. “I know I’m not part of the band and really don’t have a say, but I’d like to say something before Jeff casts his vote one way or the other.”

The band nodded. Mandy hadn’t been there since the beginning, but she had been with them the longest. She had seen their up and downs and knew them better than they did.

“I don’t think it’s about not being ready or just liking a dedicated fanbase,” she said gently. “Though I don’t doubt that’s part of it. This could signal the biggest change in your lives full stop. I noticed that Eddie didn’t bring up the money, so I’m assuming it’s a lot.” Eddie nodded. “That’s scary. And I get that. But when I tell you if you don’t do this you’ll regret it, I mean for the rest of your lives.”

Everyone was silent.

“Everyone here likes Metallica,” Mandy continued. “Hell, even I like their music and I am not a not a metal fan. These are your heroes. And you get to be theirs for one night, how epic is that?”

Gareth blinked. “We get to be their heroes?”

Mandy nodded. “Yeah. They’re in a bind. They need an opening act and if you step up, then you’re their hero. You came to their rescue when they needed it. Plus, you’ll get to meet them and not just with a table between you at some signing. Actually meet them.”

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances. They both nod.

“I change my answer to yes,” Gareth said.

Jeff chewed on his lip for a moment. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this.”

Eddie nodded back. “Okay, I’ll give Rick a call.”

He called up the owner of the Nightmare Holes and told them that they would be there and to send over the contract for them to all sign.

Cecil licked his lips. “How much money are we talking about, Ed?”

“Ten thousand,” Eddie said.

Jeff frowned appreciatively. “Not bad for one night’s work.”

“Each.”

They all stare at him not quite comprehending what he just said.

“Each? Each what?” Gareth asked with a furrowed brow.

“Of us,” Eddie clarified. “Ten thousand for each of us.”

“Oh my god,” Brian said, his eyes wide. “Forty thousand dollars for a single night, forty-five minutes of music? That’s insane.”

Eddie shrugged. “The other band was going to get seventy.”

Jeff leaned forward and cocked his head. “Come again?”

“You’re preforming at the biggest venue in Indianapolis, that’s huge crowd,” Eddie explained. “Metallica makes two million. Forty k, is like a drop in the bucket. It is more than a band like us would normally make. About two thousand a concert. But they’re in a bind and are willing to pay a lot.”

Everyone nodded.

“Sound check is in two hours,” he continued. “So we won’t have time to practice. But we’re professionals. We do this shit every weekend. They’ve given us ten VIP tickets to give to loved ones. That’s three tickets for all but one of us. I only have two people I want to invite, so you guys can take the rest.”

Gareth was already on the phone with Gethin. He looked up at Eddie, “He says that he should be able to pick up Wayne on his way out of town.”

God, Eddie loved his friends with every fiber of his being. He just nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket knowing that this was going to be a hard sell. The shop closed at eight and the concert started at seven. He let out a shuddered breath and hit Steve’s contact.

“Hey, honey,” he whispered when Steve picked up. “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at, sunshine,” Steve said brightly. “I just finished up with a client. What’s up?”

“You know that Metallica concert tonight?” Eddie asked, struggling to get the words out.

“Sure!” Steve said. “Dustin and his friends were going.”

Eddie closed his eyes, and pressed his finger and thumb into the lids. “Yeah? You thinking of going?”

“Not really,” Steve said. “It’s sold out, and I figured since I had to work it wasn’t really a big deal.”

“What if I told you I had two tickets to go see them tonight, VIP?” he asked, his lip beginning to quiver. He started to pace back and forth.

“You want me to go with you?” Steve asked slowly, unsure where this was going. “I figured you would take Jeff first before asking me, love. He loves that band.”

Eddie huffed out a watery laugh, chewing on the edge of his thumb. “That’s sweet, baby. No, he’s already going to be there.”

“Oh cool,” Steve said. “I’ll see if I can move things around, but sure if you want me to go with you, I’d be happy to come.”

Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief. “Great, it starts at seven and goes until ten.”

“So I’d have to get off at six to be ready in time?” Steve asked, sounding a little more up beat.

“Sounds about right,” Eddie said. “I think you’ll really like the opening act.”

“Yeah,” Steve said with a smile, “anyone I’ve heard of?”

Eddie laughed freely for the first time. “Yeah, babe, you’ve heard of them.”

“You sure about that?” Steve teased.

“Corroded Coffin.”

Eddie pulled the phone away from his ear as Steve started screaming on the other end.

Once Steve’s volume returned to normal, Eddie put the phone back to his ear.

“That’s so amazing,” Steve was saying. “You’ll have to tell me all about it later, I’ve got to get back to work. But yeah, babe, of course I’ll be there. I rearrange heaven and earth to see you preform on that stage.”

“See you tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Will do.”

Eddie hung up and did a little dance. Everything he ever wanted just fell into place.

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In More Ways Than One, Part 10.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Brothers

Summary: Commander Core has a duty to perform.

Tags: No smut this chapter, just some feels.

Warnings: Sad feelings.

Notes: Is this bridge chapter longer than it normally is? Yes. Does a bitch give a kriff? No. Eat it up, beebees.

Also - a "dear clone" message is equivalent to a 'dear john' letter. If you aren't sure what that is, ask the Google.

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THEN

Commander Core swirls his amaretto sour in his glass, watching the residue left in cylindrical waves slowly fall back down the sides. He mentally plays the conversation from earlier for the umpteenth time in the last 2 hours.

“Oh, Core! Its good to see you! I…I didn’t think I’d see you after my message.”

“Oh, I haven’t checked, wanted to surprise you! Didn’t want to waste any of my shore leave.”

“Oh…while I love the sentiment, that makes this part harder.”

“Baaaabe?”

“Just a second!”

“Oh, ah, I…I see.”

“I’m sorry, Core, you mean a lot to me, but… you did preface this with how you can’t be in a relationship…”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m… happy for you.”

“Core.”

“No, its… its alright. I understand. I’ll… just be going then.”

“I’ll see you around 97’s?”

“Yeah, of course. When I’m planetside. Have a good night.”

He grunts to himself. What a weird thing to say to someone. "See you around 97s", what the hell for? He sighs, setting down his glass. Yeah, he was salty... he had really liked the guy. But... he HAD been the one to keep the distance - it just didn't make sense with a war going on. And its not like they couldn't still know each other, have a friendship without the benefits. Right?

He runs a hand down his face, trying to smooth away this painful confusion. This was all so new to him- sex and feelings, romance, love. And he didn’t have many brothers around him who understood from his perspective. Most of them were attracted to women.

Maybe it wasn’t that different? Maybe-

“Man trouble?”

Core looks up as a hand claps down on his shoulder, a brief glance at the five tattooed on the clone's right temple bringing a smile to his face.

“Like only a soldier can have.”

“A “dear clone” message, huh? I’m sorry, Commander. That’s not an easy thing to move through.”

Core saluted him with a drink and a small shrug. It was common enough to have earned a name. Didn’t make it any easier.

Fives waves at the bartender, indicating a drink for himself and another for Core, settling into his seat as he glances around the room. Core knew what he saw. Plenty of attractive men of all species littered the bar - flirting, dancing, drinking - only one or two of them were clones. Core smirks condescendingly to himself. Even with the risk of this pain, the need for sex and companionship drove them out here. Core was more here for the companionship, for the closeness, Fives was here more for the sex. Not that he could blame the vode. The sex was good too.

Core took a heavy swig of his drink. “S0, no brother of yours again tonight?”

Fives smirked as he leaned his elbows back against the bar. “We’re all brothers, commander.”

Core gave him a look through his smile. “You know what I mean, trooper.”

Fives nodded and looked back out to the bar. “Naw, not tonight. I’m still not sure I want him to come to this place. Not that he wouldn’t like it. It's just… not the clientele he’s interested in. Not his ‘community’.” He grinned at the Commander, using Core’s own words. His look turned thoughtful as he looked around. “Besides. It’s not so bad having something that’s just mine. We share everything, but it would be… a different story to share this. Since it’s not his.”

Core understood. He loved his brothers in command, but… this wasn’t their place. They’d be tourists here. And he didn’t want to worry about being on display.

He finishes his drink. “At least you can still share the women talk.”

“Oh yes, we can still do plenty of that,” Fives chuckles, still thoughtful. “And it helps to know that he understands me coming out on my own, having an experience he can’t be part of. No matter what happens, he’ll always have my back. That’s what brothers do.” He looks back at Core, hand clapping back onto his shoulder. “So just remember- you’ll always have us, Commander. Your brothers. No matter what happens.”

Something in Core relaxes, like muscles from their burden. Fives was right. He had something not a lot of people had. Brothers. Brothers by his side no matter what. He looks up with a small smile at his friend before the bartender places their drinks in front of them. They both take a glass.

“To brothers,” Core toasts

“To brothers,” Fives echoes.

Their glasses clink before they both take a sip. Core turns out to look at the bar, seeing some familiar faces of friends, a past lover or two.

Fives glances out at the throng. “How 'bout it, Commander? Ready to get up again?”

Core takes a deep breath and grins, grabbing his helmet off the bar. “Heck, I was never one to ignore a challenge.”

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NOW

Core pours the amber bourbon into two glasses sitting on his desk, corking the bottle before passing one of them over to his guest. The Corporal sits straight backed in his chair, serious, the well trained trooper.

Is this really the Echo Fives talked about?

Echo takes the drink from him, looking at it with surprise. "How did you even get this onboard, Commander?”

Core smirks out a chuckle. “I’ve got my ways.” He takes a swig of his own. “Helps that my Jedi doesn’t mind a sip every now and then.”

Echo lets a smirk slide. “Hm. That does tend to make things easier.” He takes a sip, nodding appreciatively. He settles in and looks up at the Commander. “What can I do for you, sir?”

Sheesh, all business. You could crack an egg on that rigid expression. Fives must be rolling around in his grave.

Core leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. “You never did make it out to 97s, did you?”

Echo’s brow crinkles in confusion. “97s?”

Core nods through another sip. “With Fives.”

Echo's brows shoot up. “No, never got the invite…” He leans forward. “You knew him?”

Core nodded. “Good man. Good trooper. Good friend.” He gulps down what's left of his drink and sets his glass on the desk. “All of us at 97s were devastated to hear the news.”

None of them had believed it. None of them could handle it.

Echo’s posture deflates a bit. He takes a large gulp to finish his drink and sets it on the table. Core fills the glass again as Echo leans back in his seat.

There. There he was - the brother who’d lost a brother. Not a Corporal, not a trooper, just… vod.

Echo’s voice is softer but still steady. “How… was he? After…”

“Broken, for awhile.” Core fills his own glass again, remembering. “He never did recover from not having you around. He moved on, still smiled, but he was never as carefree as before.”

Echo sighs, picking up his drink, staring at the liquid in the glass. “I… know the feeling. Its hard when you grow up with someone by your side only to find them… gone.” He takes another hearty gulp, the medicine for his pain.

Core watches his own glass for a moment. “I can’t imagine what it was like having him gone when you returned from Skako. I’m glad…” he looks back up to his guest. “I’m glad there was a squad waiting for you when you came back.”

Echo nodded solemnly. “I am too. They’re… unconventional, but that makes them more like Fives in some ways.”

“They’re still brothers.”

“They're still brothers.”

Core takes a gulp and sets the drink down, leaning forward, elbows on the desk. He didn't want to do this. Didn't have to do this. But, well... he did.

“Fives once reminded me that brothers always have your back. We’re lucky that way. No matter what happens with the wars, our jedi, our partners - we always have each other.”

A small smile. “That sounds like him.”

“Fives was important to me, and you were important to him. I owe it to him to watch a brother's back if he isn't here to do it himself.”

“Hm.” Echo nods absentmindedly.

“So, I’m asking this in my duty to Fives,” Core looks at Echo over his laced fingers. “Is sharing this woman really a good idea?”

Echo freezes, drink halfway to his lips. “Sir?”

“Your medic,” Core repeats. “Is sleeping with her going to cause problems for you and your squad?”

Echo quickly downs his drink. Core smirks - Fives used to do that when he was trying to cover something up. “Ah, sir, that’s just a…just a rumor.”

Core laughs good-naturedly. “Which is what I’ll tell anyone who asks, trooper. But I’ve seen you all together. When you live your life reading body language to find your ‘people’, you get very good at it. And you boys were practically screaming.”

Echo sighs in defeat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“She’s not… no. No, she won’t,” he says solemnly.

“You’re sure about that?” Core presses. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the girl. Seems like more than enough to handle you all. But if you’re not careful...”

Echo rubs the back of his neck, more thoughtful than embarrassed. But... still a little embarrassed.

“It’s not… we’re not just sleeping with her, sir. She isn’t some bunker bunny we all let off steam with between missions. We all… care about her."

Core blinks for a moment. "Oh really?"

Echo nods. "She wasn’t even going to sign up for it if… that was all we wanted. But we all care about her, and we all… can make up for each others... deficiencies.”

Core doesn’t let up. “And you all agreed to this? Sober?”

“Yes.” Echo finally looks up. “I know it sounds a bit out there, Commander. But it... works. And… while it's nice to have someone who looks at me like that, wants to be around me, there’s... there's still a war. I have a duty, we all do. And knowing there are others, that if I can’t be there for her, can't..." he swallows "make it back… it makes it easier. It makes it work.”

Core huffs, nodding. “Well, its not nearly the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.” He seems sure. He’s a grown ass clone, can make his own choices, and he’s being sincere…

What would Fives have said to his brother now?

Core smirks. “I’m glad for you, Echo. That’s what he’d say.”

Echo huffs a smirk in return. “I think he would. Thank you, Commander.”

“Just know, if anything happens, you’ve still got us. You’ve still got your brothers. We’ll always have your back.”

Echo’s nods, saying almost to himself. “Thank you, Fives.”

Core smiles.

“Well,” Core claps his hand down on the table before leaning back again, “let me know if there’s anything fun I can do, besides keeping this a secret- especially since I’m stealing your squad’s cyarika for some ‘girl talk’. I’ll owe you big for that one.”

Echo snorts a bit, chuckling for a moment before he pauses.

“Actually, Commander....” he says thoughtfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “there is something you could do for me. And its just audacious enough to earn the Fives seal of approval.``

Core’s smirk is almost devilish as he leans forward on his desk. THIS is the Echo he'd waited to meet. About kriffing time.

“I’m listening Corporal. And I can already tell you - I'm all in.”

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silver storm

chapter II

I'm really enjoying writing this so far so i might just speed run it atp 💀 also there might be some typos, I've been righting bits and peices at like 3am but I'm trying

WARNINGS

angst, swearing, mention and uses of drugs and alcohol, mentions of mental health issues, death, smut (eventually)

JOSH POV

i wake up to the sound of my alarm blasting in my ear. i quickly shut the annoying sound off and check the time. 6:30. perfect. i get up and stretch before heading to the bathroom. unsurprisingly sam is already in there, no doubt styling his hair. and they call me a diva. i bang on the door "Cmon sam other people live here too"

Sam yells through the door "i got here first, you can't wait 10 minutes?"

"We both know your gonna spend an hour in there. Hurry your ass up."

I hear Sam yell something else but its too late for me to hear as i walk back to my room to check my phone. I smile as I see a text from y/n.

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥?

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐤?

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 :)

i smile at my phone before hearing Sam finally getting out of the bathroom. I run to it before he has a chance to change his mind and take another 40 minutes. I finish up my morning routine which consists of showering, personal hygiene things, getting dressed and grabbing all of my stuff before walking downstairs. Im just about ready to leave when I hear Sam behind me.

"Hey Josh? Can I catch a ride to school? Jake took my car to see valerie again and he's not back yet, surprise surprise.

I consider telling him no, as I'm sure he doesn't want to see y/n this early, but that thought is quickly replaced with the possibility of them getting along.

"Yeah sure Sam let's go"

Y/n would never come if she knew Sam was invited, and Sam would try to find another ride if he knew where I was going. So I decided not to tell either of them. Maybe they could put their differences aside for one morning, and maybe that could turn into a couple mornings, and before I know it I'll be an uncle. Okay maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but it would be nice for them to be friends at least.

Sam and I get into the car and drive. I see his confusion through my peripheral vision as were not driving on the road we normally go to school on.

"Uh Josh? Where are we going?"

"Oh did I not tell you? Were getting coffee this morning... With y/n." I try to fight off the grin creeping onto my face, but just let it take over. Sam looks at me like I just shit in his Cheerios. He scoffs writhes in his seat like a toddler. Typical sammy

"Are you kidding Josh? Yeah I think you forgot to mention that. Asshole."

I chuckle "youll thank me one day"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean"

I simply shrug my shoulders and smile. as we pull into the parking lot I see y/n through the window of the tiny shop on her phone. i smile at the sight, while I'm sure Sam had a completely opposite expression. I park and have to bribe sam with a free coffee to get him to go inside with me. We make it inside and make our way to y/n, whos jaw clenches as she sees sam dragging his feet behind me. I say a silent prayer that this won't go nuclear, But knowing them, this will be world war three.

Y/N POV

As I see Josh come around the corner, i smile widely. but as he closes the gap between us, i see the raven haired boy strolling behind him. There goes my hope for a good morning. i get up to greet Josh, pulling him in a hug, also preparing to reprimand him for bringing Satan himself.

"Hey kid" Josh says, searching my face for a reaction.

"Hey" i lean up into his ear to whisper, "why is he here?"

"He needed a ride since jake still has his car, seeing you know who"

I nod and feel my eye twitch "can he stay in the car"

Josh chuckles "itll be fine y/n, who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it"

I roll my eyes and chuckle. We sit down and a waitress comes to take our order with a smile

"good morning guys, what can I get y'all?"

Josh answers first, reading the lady's name tag, "good morning to you too, 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢, Could I get a chai tea latte please?"

"Of course," she says smiling at him, clearly charmed by him already. Josh always had that affect on people. "And how about you guys?"

"Matcha latte" "Matcha latte, please" Sam and I say at nearly the same time. We look at each other, both of our muscles tensing, making a cloud of tension overcome the quiet little corner of the shop. we stay like this until he clears his throat, "actually just a coffee. Black" he says as he fixes his gaze onto his interlaced hands resting on the table. Sabrina nods, clearly confused. She smiles and says "yeah I'll be right back with those" Josh sends her an apologetic look which she smiles at and walks away to the counter.

Josh chooses to ignore what just happened, turning to me and starting up a conversation. Every so often I would catch myself looking at Sam from the corner of my eye, finding him in the same position as before. I think about why he decided to change his order. he was probably just being childish, not wanting to have anything in common with me. I laughed internally at it, but a part of me was slightly hurt, and I didn't understand why.

Sabrina eventually came by with our drinks, and from the corner of my eye, I swore I saw Josh pass her a napkin, but when I gave him a confused look, he only offered a shrug and a smile.

When it was time to go, we cleaned up the table the best we could and made our way to our cars.

"See you in a bit kid" Josh says as he smiles at me with a wave

"See you" you return his smile and we all drive to school.

The morning classes went pretty normally as most do, apart from the lingering thoughts of this morning swirling in your head. Why did it upset me? Sam is just an asshole, i should expect these types of things from him. Whatever.

Lunch finally rolls around as i sit at my table with my friends, well, acquaintances, making sure to keep an open seat for Josh like I promised. I finally see Josh roll in, about 10 minutes late (shocker) and he makes his way over to me. he reaches the table and smiles and sighs as he sits down.

"Who knew being an assistant could be so stressful?" He chuckles

"Well you know who our director is, shes crazy. shes going to drive you crazy too."

"Yeah.. I guess I shouldve known, Mrs. Vanderbilt is.... yeah"

"I bet you're doing great though. What are you doing for the play so far?"

"Well right now shes focused on making sure we have plans for the set, doesnt want to make the same mistake as last year"

Josh laughs as he refers to last year's play, where in the middle of the most heart wrenching scene, a wall fell down, making everyone break character and it was a mess.

I laugh and nod and I continue listening to him tall about his new duties. As he finishes up, he adds a comment that makes me jaw clench.

"So have you thought at all about your audition?"

"Not really.. Ive never really done plays before, well aside from little kid ones. But never ones like this. I don't even know what I should prepare, what I should wear.. " i feel my mind start to spiral, but Josh quickly puts a stop to it.

"Well consider yourself lucky, you have a man on the inside who knows exactly what she's looking for" Josh says as he smiles widely at me, "besides I can always bribe her too, she's weirdly obsessed with subway" Josh says with a wink.

I smile and try to listen to his advice. Maybe I really could get the lead. And maybe this would just be the beginning. The push I need to finally put myself out there. Maybe.

JOSH POV

After helping y/n with her audition, I finish up the rest of my assistant duties and head home for the day. I see jake sitting on the couch as I walk in the front door.

"Hey Jake, finally home I see"

He rolls his eyes at me and smiles "Valerie wanted to hang out longer, I couldn't say no"

I sigh and laugh "yeah I get that, but next time, get your car fixed and don't take Sam's. I had to take him to get coffee with me and y/n this morning."

"Oh man, how was that?"

"Wasnt as bad as I thought it was going to be actually. Who knows, maybe they'll finally get along soon"

"We can only hope" Jake says with a laugh. I nod and laugh as well before heading upstairs to my room

The rest of my afternoon is filled with editing some lyrics to show to the boys later. This song has been in the making for many, many years, y/n being the muse. I wrote this so when we eventually have to leave each other to go to college, or in my case travel the world, hopefully, she can always come back to it and it would remind her she's never alone, no matter how it may seem. This song also helps remind me that home is where ever the people you love are, and I hope she interperates it the same.

as I'm finishing up, I hear the front door open. 3:13.

I hear shuffling up the stairs and I open my door to investigate. I see sam basically dragging himself up the stairs. He notices my presence and looks up at me. On his face I see a purple tinted bruise protruding around his eye. He looks pissed.

"Hey what's up, you look like hell"

"Dont fucking talk to me right now."

I stop him with my arm before he has a chance to walk by me

"Hey, im here for you, you know that right? Talk to me. What's going on?"

He sighs, accepting defeat, "I got in a fight."

"Yeah I gathered that" I laugh "why? What happened?"

"Just some kid I had to put in his place"

"Okay, did they call mom"

"Yeah, she said they made an arrangement so I wouldnt get suspended or something like that. I dont know. She said she was gonna call me tonight and let me know what they thought"

"Okay, that's good. It doesn't sound like it'll be too bad" I sigh with relief and put my hand on his shoulder, "if I can help you out with it, I will okay?"

He looks at me and offers me a small smile, "Yeah, thanks josh"

"No worries, little brother" I say as I ruffle his hair. He laughs a little before pushing me away softly and going to his room and shutting the door.

I continue on with writing before I see the time and decide I should make some food.

I go down stairs and start on my signature dish, chicken alfredo. As im draining my noodles, I see my phone light up, its y/n

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

I exit messages and google Romeo and Juliet. I scroll for a bit before finding the perfect one. Mrs. Vanderbilt's favourite scene.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝟒 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟑. 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐕 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 😉

𝐲/𝐧 ☀

𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐝

I smile as I shut my phone off and finish up my dinner. I yell at everyone in the house that its ready, and my twin and sister come barreling down the stairs.

Jake is the first to say anything "hey thanks, 𝘮𝘰𝘮"

"Yeah whatever asshole, you wouldn't be eating this good if I wasn't here so shut up and grab a plate" I laugh at Jake and see Ronnie comming up to me

"Thanks J, im starving"

"Yeah of course, wheres Sam?"

"He should be comming? Im sure he heard you, how could he not, you probably scared the whole neighborhood" she says as I lightly shove her head away on my way upstairs.

I reach Sam's door and lightly knock, "hey dude I made dinner, you hungry?"

"Hey no, but could you come in here for a minute"

I walk in to see Sam sitting at his desk with his head in his hands

"Hey what's up? Are you okay?"

He sighs before looking at me "mom called."

"Yeah? What, is it bad? Theyre not sending you to boarding school are they?" I laugh, trying to cheer him up

"No, worse."

"Tell me already Sam, what?"

"Theyre making me do the fucking play."

My jaw drops as I fight a smile from creeping onto my face

"Oh. Well, i mean that's definitely not the worse thing that could happen. Why are they having you do that though? That doesn't seem like a punishment"

"Well yeah to you it wouldn't."

"That's fair. What are they having you do? Stage crew or something?"

"No. I have to be fucking Romeo. This is all your fault. She said that no other guys fit the role and they thought since im your brother I 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 be as 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 as you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? My friends will have a fucking field day with this."

"Sam it'll be okay, Ill help you out, im helping y/n too. Maybe you guys could work together?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. That'll just make this worse right now. My thoughts are proven to be correct as he speaks again "just get out. I need to sleep or something"

"Okay, are you sure you dont want any good? Its alfredo."

"I said no, just get the fuck out dude okay?"

I sigh and nod as I walk out and shut the door behind me. I walk downstairs and give a look at Jake, who immediately understands to not say anything to me right now. He strikes up a conversation with Ronnie to get the attention off me as I take my plate and head up to my room. I eat and think about my interaction with Sam. This can't be that bad, hes just being dramatic. Who knows? He might end up enjoying it or getting something out of it. Same with y/n. I know they both can really benefit from this. I just have to show them.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone lighting up, I smile as soon as I see the notification.

☕️

𝐇𝐢, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡?

A WEEK LATER

AUDITION DAY

Y/N POV

Ive been dreading this all day. What if im not good enough? What if all this staying up late, memorizing a huge monologue was all for nothing? No. Josh said it would be fine. It'll all work out. I step into the auditorium, immediately searching for josh, who I see on stage giving pointers to some helpless freshman who looks absolutely petrified. That's gonna be what I look like up there. I make my way down to the seats, taking an aisle one about 5 rows away from the stage. There's a good amount of people in the room, some doing vocal warmups, some doing last minute read throughs just to make sure they have everything memorized. Every one except one person. a boy, slumped into his chair, hood up, sitting on his phone. I studied him for a minute, wondering who it was before my curiosity was satisfied. The boy sits up in his seat, looking around the room to see everyone who showed up, before his eyes stopped on me. I see Sam in an auditorium. No, that can't be right, I do a double take before realizing that it is, in fact, Sam.

He notices my double take before smugly smiling at me and returning to his phone. I roll my eyes and revert my focus back to Josh, he sees me and basically jumps off the stage and runs to me

"Hey kid, are you excited?" He says with the biggest smile

"Trying to be" I say, forcing a smile which he notices

"Hey, it'll be great. I know how much you practiced and Mrs. V would be an idiot to not cast you. Maybe don't tell her I said that.. I don't want to end up dead by tomorrow." He laughs and hugs me "I have to go but I'll see you up there! Remember, you can do anything you set your mind to" he says with a wink

I smile back and repeat his advice over and over in my head. I can do this. Josh will be here and even if I don't get cast, I can say I tried. More than I could've said 5 years ago.

As the time grows closer for my audition, I feel my hands get sweaty and my breathing increasing. Why is this so hard? It's just reciting a paragraph and moving my arms as I speak. It shouldn't be this nerve wracking. My mind continues to spin and I barely notice the presence stepping up behind me

"Y'know I can hear you breathing from across the room right?"

I turn around to see Sam, once again

"Well sorry if my breathing annoys you sam. Not my fault I need to to live."

He rolls his eyes "your just being dramatic about this. It'll be fine."

"Shut up I didn't ask you for advice. What are you even doing here"

He starts to speak before he is interrupted by my name being shouted across the room. I turn around to see Josh and Mrs V waving me over. It's time. I take a deep breath and wipe my hands on the front of my jeans before making my way onto the stage. I am immediately blinded by the big lights, making this experience feel more real and terrifying.

"Whenever youre ready y/n" Mrs V says with a smile. I look over to josh, sitting next to her, for one final boost of confidence. He smiles at me and blows me a kiss. I smile and take one more breath before starting

"God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.... "

I go through the motions of what I imagine Juliet to look like, giving looks of desperation, throwing my hands up in defeat, stumbling to my knees. I start to get a little emotional as I finish up my last line

"Romeo! I come! This do I drink to thee"

I bow my head, signifying her death, as I wait to be excused from the stage. Instead I am met with silence. I dare to look up and see Josh, his jaw slightly dropped, and Mrs. V with tears in her eyes.

"My stars, Y/n. Who is this new person? That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much dear." She says, smiling wide.

I blink in disbelief. I did it. And they seemed to like it. I sigh with content and make my way to the seats. I trip over my own feet coming down the stairs and try to protect my head from the impact of the floor. But to my surprise, it never comes. Instead, I am met with the feeling of something holding me up, maybe my guardian angel, probably Josh. I open my eyes to see Sam looking down at me, his face softened. I look back at him and blush a little bit before straightening myself back up and looking to the floor before my attention is drawn back to the front row, where Mrs V and Josh are sat. I hear her say "So you've met our Romeo I see". My head whips to Sam, who has a sour expression on his face, obviously not happy about it either. I chuckle involuntarily, and it only grows as he gives me a dirty look, rolling his eyes.

"Wow... Acting? I could never imagine you doing that"

"Yeah well I couldn't imagine me doing it either, but here we are. Actually, I could never imagine you doing this either. Thought for sure you'd choke up there and go running back into the arms of your precious little Josh. Oh well, it's not too late. Maybe it'll happen on opening night" he says with a fake smile, obviously trying to upset me. I glare at him, trying to speak, but nothing is comming out. "What's wrong? Nothing to say?"

I sigh with frustration and start, "listen, asshole. Unlike you, I actually tried to get a role instead of just sitting back and it falling into my lap."

"Yeah well this wasn't my first choice, believe me."

"Oh of course. Sam Kiszka always has more important things going on. Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence. Y'know I feel bad for whoever Juliet will be, they'll have to put up with you all the time"

He glares at me before leaning towards me, making me walk back and hit my back on the ledge of the stage, "Oh yeah? Luckily for both of us, you'll never be Juliet."

That stung a little. But it's Sam, he has no idea what he's talking about

"Fuck off"

I say as I storm past him, shedding off the burden of our conversation in my trail. I decide to just head home. I'll see Josh in the morning and we can talk about everything then

Right now I need a break.

SAM POV

I don't know why I'm forced to sit in this godforsaken auditorium watching all these girls audition for a part they're most likely never going to get, except for the 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 girl who does. She'll get so excited over something so miniscule as a couple lines in a mediocre high school production of a Shakespeare play.

They're all so desperate.

I think back to my conversation, well, argument, with Y/n. I don't know how Josh ever got her to do this. Her audition wasn't even that good, yet Josh and Mrs V seemed to be eating it up. I mean, sure, she spoke clearly... and slowly... beautifully- I shake my head before my thoughts go too far. Its only beautiful because Shakespeare is beautiful, Not a compliment to y/n. She probably won't even get the part anyway, so this was just a waste of time for her. She's lucky not to be given a part. This is going to be torture.

Hours and hours of rehearsals, my friends inevitably calling me names in the hallway, trying to create chemistry with whoever my love interest is..

This is my own personal hell

And it could've all been so easily avoided.

That fight was ridiculous. Why did I care so much what he said? It's not like it's anything I haven't said before. My mind starts re-enacting the scene in my head,

"𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘺/𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥. 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤."

𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺/𝘯'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳.

I bring my mind back to reality and shake my head. It's all 𝘩𝘦𝘳 fault. Why does she constantly plague me and my thoughts even though I resent her?

Still,

Why do I care about her?

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