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Wounds We Never Show // Ch.8 — jjk.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・ ❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (she/her, afab) ❥genre/rating: 18+ explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits ❥chapter warnings/tags: flashback stuff, cute college JK, he's very charming, college y/n (she's chilled out), y/n gets a little hurt in this chapter (nothing major I swear, bothering Yoongi (my favorite thing to do in this fic), Vic has some legitimate advice, some more classic y/n and Jk back and forth, tae being a menace and meddling, swearing, fighting, angst, misunderstandings, y/n jumping to conclusions (again) heavy sigh, we are back in the god damn house (face palm), you will understand this once you finish the chapter but - JUST TRUST THE PROCESS I PROMISE I WILL FIX THIS ❥word-count: 7.3k ❥Series Masterlist Previous Chapter ||❥|| Next chapter ❥Playlist fic is cross posted to ao3 send an ask or comment on post to be added to the taglist! a/n: this chapter is mostly edited, if there are any mistakes pretend you didn't see them .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

Five Years Ago

"Okay, how did that sound?"

You let out a breath, setting your notecards down on the table. Your brain was fried from running through your section of the presentation for what felt like the hundredth time. Across from you, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, absently spinning a pen between his fingers. His eyes, slightly glazed over, snapped back to you when he realized you were waiting for an answer.

"It was good," He said with a nod.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I don’t believe you."

Jungkook cracked a sheepish grin and ran a hand through his already-messy hair, "Okay, fine. I barely listened," He admitted, letting out an exaggerated groan as he slumped forward, resting his forehead against the table for dramatic effect. "But! It wasn’t because it was bad. My brain just isn’t functioning anymore."

You sighed in relief, sinking back into your chair. "Thank god. I felt like I was just spewing out random words."

“Maybe we need a break. I need food or something.” Jungkook ran his hand through his hair. Standing up front he looked around the room like the answer was written on the wall or something.

"I have a power bar." You reached into your bag, rummaging through the mess of notes and pens until you pulled out. Tossing it on the table in Jungkook's direction.

Jungkook barely hesitated before tearing it open. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully, "Or we could just call it a night. No offense, but I think we’re both way too dead to get anything productive done."

"None taken," You said immediately, already shoving your things into your bag. You didn’t need to be told twice. This project had drained the last bit of life out of you, and if Jungkook was giving you an excuse to stop, you were taking it.

Jungkook also begins to pack his things up, “You have any plans?”

You paused mid-zip, looking up briefly before going back to shoving things into your bag. “Other than crawling into my bed and dying? No.”

“Wanna hang out?”

You froze. “Uh… really?”

Jungkook shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Yeah. Why not?” He grinned. “We’re sort of friends now, right?”

“Well, me telling you about my shitty ex who happens to be your shitty friend doesn’t really count as friendship.” You fiddle with the end of your sleeves on your jacket.

“Ex-friend and we should hang out and we can become actual friends. We can go to the student union and just get some food or whatever,” He offered so casually it actually threw you off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever hung out in the student union other than to get some books or a new ID card.”

Before you can get in another word, Jungkook threw his backpack over his shoulder. Then without a second thought scooped up yours as well. Leaving the meeting room, you following close in toe trying to grab your backpack back.

“Hey!” You rushed after him, reaching to claw your bag back. “Give that back!”

“Just follow my lead. It’ll be fun.”

“I was told to never go places with strangers.”

“Well, good thing I won’t be a stranger by the end of the night.” He looked back at you, grinning cheekily.

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t trust that.”

“Just trust me,” He corrected, his tone teasing.

You exhaled, eyeing your poor backpack that he held hostage. You had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t going to give it back without a fight. “…Fine.”

The student union wasn’t far, and the walk there was surprisingly nice. The tension of schoolwork melted away as you made casual conversation, Jungkook making dumb jokes that you tried very hard not to laugh at. You were slowly starting to get a real sense of his personality; the one you’d spent the last month and a half trying not to care about.

Unfortunately, what you learned was that he was kind of an idiot.

A nice idiot. But still an idiot.

When you arrived, you assumed he’d take you to one of the food places. Instead, he walked you straight past them, leading you toward a small bowling alley tucked into the corner of the building.

You immediately stopped in your tracks. “Oh no.” Shaking your head taking a few instinctual steps back.

Jungkook turned back, amused. “Oh yes.”

“No, Jungkook you don’t understand,” You embarrassingly laugh at the thought, “I’m really really bad.”

“Oh come on. It’ll be fun.” He set down both of your backpacks on the closest available seats. “Plus I can promise you, no one is as bad as my friend Tae.”

Taehyung, who you had no choice in meeting and had a feeling he would be around more often if you explored any friendship with Jungkook.

“You seriously don’t know what you’re signing up for,” You sigh.

“Come on.” Jungkook meanders away to find a bowling ball. “Let’s get a ball first and we’ll go from there.”

“Is there some trick to it?”

“Sort of, you want one that is decently heavy but not too heavy that you can’t hold it comfortably.” Jungkook picks up a ball and gives it to you, it’s marked with a six. “Try this. Hold it with one hand and see how it feels.”

You slot your fingers into the holes. Holding the ball in your hand and letting your arm go slack to feel the weight. “Seems a little light.”

“Alright so now we go up a weight.” Jungkook hands you a ball with a seven marked on it. You trade him for the new one. Testing this one out the same way. “Okay that feels good. Eight might be too heavy.”

“Look, you're already learning!”

“Just get yours.”

Jungook picks himself a ball and you both go back and he sets up the lane for the two of you. Once it is all good to go, Jungkook goes first. Effortlessly sending his bowling ball down the center of the lane, getting a strike on the first try.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” You say with an exaggerated groan. Jungkook seems fully amused by your reaction. “I can’t follow that up.”

“Oh come on. I just know how to bowl! I’m not expecting anything from your first throw.” Jungkook comes over pulling you out of your seat by your wrist. You try to resist but it doesn’t work.

“You promised me a fun time.” You drag your feet under you.

“It will be once you give it a shot!” Jungkook held his arms like he was presenting the bowling lane to you.

You grab your bowling ball, having absolutely zero clue as to what you were supposed to be doing. “Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t laugh.”

“Swear.” You look back at him, daggers flying from your eyes.

“I won’t! Just go!” Jungkook Just stands back waiting for you to go.

You suddenly felt like the pressure was really on now. With a swift swing you throw your ball, it goes straight for about one second before veering hard to the right. Wobbling and then falling into the gutter.

Jungook doesn’t say anything, just steps up behind you as you both watch the ball roll down the gutter.

“You missed.”

“I told you I was bad.”

“You’re not without promise, you just lack technique.” He clapped a hand on your back in what was probably supposed to be encouragement, but it felt more like a pity pat. “And guess what? You get to go again! Get your ball, and I’ll show you.”

Dragging your feet, you retrieved your ball again, sighing dramatically as you returned to the lane. Jungkook, apparently unfazed by your theatrics, stepped behind you and placed his hands firmly on your shoulders, nudging you slightly to the right.

“I don’t think I’m teachable,” You muttered.

“Stop whining. You can do this.”

Jungkook extended his arm straight out in front of both of you. “Okay, listen. You want your throwing hand lined up with where you want the ball to go. Keep your wrist straight all the way through the throw.”

As he stepped away to grab his own ball, you huffed, still unconvinced. “You have a weird way of making friends.”

He shrugged, casually inspecting the weight of his ball. “Feel free to leave whenever you want.”

You scowled, but he ignored it, holding his wrist up for you to see. “Now, like this.” He demonstrated the proper grip, keeping his wrist completely flat and facing toward the lane.

You attempted to mimic him, gripping your ball and focusing on keeping your wrist straight. But the movement felt unnatural, your instincts screaming at you to rotate your wrist at the last second.

“This feels wrong,” You complained, shifting uncomfortably.

Jungkook smirked. “That’s because you’ve been doing it wrong your whole life.”

You shot him a glare, but he only nodded toward the lane, “Try it again. And don’t overthink it.”

You line yourself up like he said. Just keep your wrist straight, it seemed simple enough. So you went again, throwing the ball trying to keep your arm lined up with the center. You knew instantly your wrist twisted a little. This time you were pleasantly surprised to see the ball stay mostly on course, knocking down a single pin.

Jungkook begins clapping next to you.

Your mouth falls open and you point down the lane, “Hey! I got one!”

“You got one!” Jungkook just had an enthusiastic smile at sudden triumph. “Now we can really start competing. Maybe you’ll actually get better than me.”

“Maybe in like ten years, but I think that’s like the first time I’ve every successfully hit a pin!”

“By the end of the night you’ll be my star prodigy I swear.”

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Present Day

You were missing your wallet.

You had actually been driving yourself crazy not having it. You thought maybe you had to have it at the bowling place the night before. You called them when they opened this morning. Praying that you had left it there. To no avail they said they couldn’t find anything.

You were pretty disappointed. Not that there was anything special in there but you were going to have to replace your cards and your ID. Which was a whole hassle of its own.

“I bet you just left it at home.” Vic assured you as you wallowed in self pity, moping around your whole shift. You really were just throwing the biggest pity party even though it wasn’t that serious.

“I tore the place apart this morning. It’s gone forever,” You moan. Pity radiating from you.

“Y/N all of that shit is replaceable you know?”

“I know! It’s just annoying because I have to get my ID redone and cancel my cards. It’s a hassle.”

“Well where did you go last night?”

“I hung out with some of the girls in the ER. We went bowling, but I already called and they don’t have it.”

“You hung out… with other nurses. That weren’t me!” Vic starts to sniffle and cover her mouth like she is about to cry.

“Oh please, you hang out with other coworkers all the time without me.” You shove her chair but she just just ends up spinning in a circle with a laugh.

“It’s fine. I’m not your favorite anymore… I get it. I can pick a new favorite too.” She scoots her chair, bumping it against yours. “Like Yoongi.”

On cue Yoongi, rounded the corner hearing his name, his head perked up. “What about me?”

“I can’t believe you would pick this limp noodle over me,” You say pointing at him like he did something wrong. Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks.

“Limp noodle?” He mutters under his breath. Looking down at his body, suddenly wondering if he did in fact look like a noodle.

“You’re not a limp noodle, I’m making a point. Run away while you still can.” You say waving for him to escape in some direction, he nods.

“Gladly.” Yoongi heads down another direction away from the nurse station.

“No! Yoongi you’re my new work best friend.” Vic calls after him as he leaves a little too quickly.

“No thanks.” The both of you hear him call back, making you laugh.

“If anyone's your work best friend it’s Jin.” You spin around in your chair looking to see the reaction you’ll get from Vic.

“He’s my work nightmare. I’ve never met another man who drives me more insane.” She says as she scrolls through documents. She takes a quick a quick glance at some notes left from the nightmare himself and you can visibly see her rage bubbling under the surface.

“I should also run away before you explode.” You try to make your escape but she forces your back into your chair.

“Not so fast. You know we have more work to do.”

You knew she was right too. It was medication paperwork, usually this kind of thing was pawned off to others but it’s backed up and so now it’s made its way back to the nurses to fill out. Mostly had to do with filling the correct paperwork for medications to be ordered and paid for. It was just tedious but not at all difficult.

“Fine.” You groan, continuing to work through some of the files on the tablet in front of you. Pouting still thinking about the hassle of having to replace all of your crap.

“Are you stilling pouting? Come on, it’s going to be fine.” Vic rolling her eyes, her patience wearing thin for you now. “Could maybe one of the girls have picked it up by mistake?”

You hadn’t really considered it, but it was possible. Except it was more likely that Taehyung or maybe Jimin had accidentally grabbed it. “I haven’t asked, I guess I could see.”

You go to reach for your phone, but Vic stops you again, “Nuh uh! Not till we get more of this done.”

You let out a defeated sigh, dragging yourself through the remainder of the paperwork alongside her. Only after making a considerable dent in the workload did she relent, waving you off so you could make your call.

Stepping away, you pressed Taehyung’s contact and put the phone to your ear. It rang twice before his familiar, overly dramatic voice burst through the receiver.

“Well, if it isn’t the most beautiful person I know—besides me, of course.”

You couldn’t help the amused smile tugging at your lips. “I’m prettier, and we both know it.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Yeah, right. With my jawline? People literally fall to their knees.” His unwavering confidence was truly something to behold.

“Hmm, last I checked, it never worked on me.”

“That’s because you’re way too good for me,” He conceded, without missing a beat. “So, what can I do for you?”

You chewed your lip, hesitant. “You didn’t happen to take my wallet last night by accident, did you?”

He hummed in thought, dragging out the suspense just to mess with you. “Sorry, no. You lost it?”

“I guess so. I was so sure I had it when we left last night.” You frowned, thinking back. “Maybe Jimin grabbed it?”

“No, he wouldn’t have taken it. I’m also pretty sure I saw you grab it. Have you asked Jungkook?”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of his name. “Uh… no.”

“Didn’t he drive you home?”

You hesitated, suddenly regretting this entire conversation. “I mean… yeah.”

“You should check if maybe you left it in his car.”

You sighed, “I don’t really have a way to do that. Can you ask him?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have Jungkook’s number.”

A pause. “Really?”

You huffed. “Yeah? We haven’t exactly been on great terms for several years if you haven’t noticed.”

“Ah, right.” He dragged the word. “Well, I can give it to you if you want.”

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you. “I think it’s better if you ask. No need to add another avenue for us to kill each other.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Alright, if you say so. But what do I get in return?”

“My love and devotion,” You offered dryly.

“Ugh, you say that, but I know you’re messing with me.” You could hear the pout through the phone.

You grinned. “Goodbye, Taehyung. Let me know.”

The moment you hung up, Taehyung wasted zero time before ringing Jungkook. He knew Jungkook would pick up. And Jungkook, confused by the unexpected call, answered cautiously.

“What?” Jungkook said, his tone lace with suspicion.

“Good morning!” Taehyung sang through the phone.

Jungkook frowned, glancing at the time. “It’s 1 PM.”

“Fine, if we’re being technical, good afternoon.”

Jungkook sighed. “What’s up, dude?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have Y/N’s wallet, would you?”

Jungkook blinked. “Uh… no? Why? Did Y/N say I took it or something?”

“Not at all,” Taehyung assured him. “Just lost it and asked me to check with you since, you know, you drove her home.”

Jungkook frowned, leaning back in his chair. “I guess it could have fallen out in the seat.”

“Oh, imagine this,” Taehyung started, voice brimming with amusement. “You find Y/N’s wallet. You take it back to her. She looks at you with big, adoring eyes and says, ‘Oh my goodness, Jungkook, you saved the day!’ And then you say, ‘I know, baby.’ Then she says, ‘Let’s make out!’ And then—”

Jungkook cut him off with a deadpan, “You’re gross.”

“It’s romantic.”

“It’s never gonna happen.”

“Yeah…” Taehyung dragged the word out knowingly. “Never gonna happen… again.”

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“No.” Taehyung’s grin was audible through the phone.

Jungkook exhaled sharply. “I’ll check in a bit. I have to go to my office later anyway.”

“Oh, perfect.” Taehyung sounded entirely too pleased. “I’ll text you Y/N’s number so you can let her know you have it. Or don’t. Your call.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “Wait, how did you know I didn’t have Y/N’s number?”

“Call it a hunch.” Taehyung’s voice was smug. “You two don’t exactly get along these days, so I figured you wouldn’t have it.”

“…True.”

“Just let her know soon, she seemed pretty stressed about it.”

With that Taehyung hung up. Jungkook was left dumbfounded by the exchange. He wondered for a moment, maybe it had fallen out? So he slipped out of his apartment and headed on down to the garage. Once making it to his car, it was right there. You must have dropped it and didn’t realize.

Jungkook picked it up, there was nothing particular about it. He made his way back up to his place. Pulling out his phone, Taehyung had already sent your number.

Meanwhile, you were slumped on a bench during your lunch break, barely noticing the sound of your coworkers chatting in the background. Your mind kept drifting back to your wallet; the one that had slipped from your pocket, the one you hadn’t even realized was gone until you reached into your bag to grab your phone. It wasn’t like it was the end of the world, but still, you felt this nagging irritation.

Right at that moment, you phone buzzed next to you. Checking to see you had a message from an unknown number.

unknown: I have your wallet

The text was followed by a photo of your wallet on a countertop. You could only assume this was Jungkook, and Taehyung had given him your number.

unknown: I’m holding it hostage

: Keep it, it has your boy cooties on it now.

unknown: You’re tell me

unknown: It has your demonic energy attached to it. I need it out of my life immediately before it give me bad luck

:Uh huh, can you just bring it back to me Jungkook?

In the moment you were waiting for him to respond, you decided on a fitting contact name.

TheWorstEver: I have to go to my office today to grab something. I can bring it by later.

:I’ll be home at 6 so anytime after that

You also sent your apartment details so he knew where he was going. Jungkook didn’t respond from there, thank god. It must have slipped from your pocket when you got in the car or something and you hadn’t even noticed.

Unfortunately this means you have to thank Jungkook. Ew.

You were still chewing over the situation when Vic walked over, her presence a sudden shift in your mood. She sat down next to you, her eyes narrowing as she took in the look on your face, “What’s with that face? Any luck?”

You blinked, realizing you had been making a face. You quickly wiped it off and gave her a half-hearted smile. “Uh, yes… actually.”

“That’s great! Where was it?” she asked, her voice a little too cheerful for your liking.

You hesitated for a moment, your mind working overtime, trying to figure out how to explain this. After a beat, you mumbled, “Jungkook had it…”

“What?” She raises an eyebrow, she did not understand you.

You had intentionally omitted the information about Jungkook being there last night because you really didn’t want to hear Vic’s teasing today. “...Jungkook had it.”

She blinks at you like she was trying to register what you said, “What? How?”

You sighed and rubbed your temples, annoyed at how complicated this felt for no reason. “I may have forgotten to mention that we ran into him and some other guys I know… we hung out.”

Her eyebrow arched. “Hung out? What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, looking at the table, hoping she wouldn’t press for more details. “It wasn’t planned. We just happened to be at the same bowling alley, in lanes right next to each other. Then I didn’t have a ride home, so... because I crushingly defeated him, he drove me home. It fell out in his car.”

Vic stared at you, unblinking, and you could practically hear the gears turning in her head. Finally, she broke the silence with a loud laugh. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me nothing happened? After all the tension between the two of you recently? Are you seriously telling me you didn’t go home with him again?”

“No, Vic,” you said firmly, but there was a certain tightness in your chest that betrayed your words. “We just hung out.”

“Armageddon didn’t fall upon the world?” She teased. You bump her shoulder rolling your eyes.

You shot her a dry look, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling a little. “No. Everything’s fine.”

She hummed, clearly not buying it. “Damn, that’s boring. What happened to the fiery clash of titans you two used to have?”

You shrugged, feeling something strange twist in your stomach. “I don’t know, he’s… easy to be around lately. We just talk, I guess.”

Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Really?”

“Yeah?”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, just seems strange.”

“I mean… it is, but what do you mean?”

She tilted her head, like she was carefully choosing her words. “Look, I don’t want to sound like I’m overstepping here. I know I tease you about the hooking up but… you’ve told me stories. This guy has seriously hurt you before, and now, suddenly, he’s easy to be around?”

“But what?”

She lowers her voice to a whisper now, “He’s being nice… after you slept together? I don’t know, that sets some red flags off for me.”

You froze, the weight of her words sinking in. You hadn’t let yourself think about it like that, hadn’t considered how easily things could go sideways again. But Vic wasn’t wrong.

“I hadn’t thought about it like that I guess.”

“I’m just saying be cautious. Make sure he’s not doing this just because the door is open for that to happen again.”

“Okay…. I know…” You pause trying to form your thoughts, “As much as I don’t like Jungkook… he’s not really like that…”

“I just would hate to see you make nice with him and then he turns into a dick all over again,” Her expression was serious but sympathetic. “He’s still a guy after all.”

“Right. Well considering it’s never going to happen again, and I have dealt with Jungkook’s bullshit for years. I think it’ll all be okay.” You settle back into your chair and sigh.

“I guess. Just be careful, he’s caused you enough emotional pain… And I know your other friends love him too so they might not see it the same way as me.”

Not that they knew about what was going on between the two of you, “Yeah that’s true.”

And you thought that would be the end of it. Vic’s words ate at you a little as the day passed you by. As much as you liked to say you didn’t know Jungkook, you did know him enough. He wouldn’t just be being nice to you to sleep with you again.

At least, you thought, but maybe he wasn’t the same.

He was the one to suggest sleeping together at the wedding… even if it spawned from something stupid Taehyung said. Jungkook was still the one to offer…

Maybe he was like that. Maybe you had him all wrong.

You were still mulling it over when you got home later, tossing your bag onto the couch with a sigh. The thoughts lingered, tugging at the edges of your mind as you toed off your shoes, wiggling your sore feet against the hardwood. Before you could get too lost in your head, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A quick glance at the screen told you it was your mom.

With a small smile, you swiped to answer. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi! I haven’t heard from you in a while. Wanted to check in.”

You wandered into the kitchen as you spoke, pulling open the fridge with one hand and balancing your phone between your shoulder and ear. “Just been working, Mom. Nothing crazy these days.” You grabbed a bottle of water and cracked it open, taking a quick sip.

“I know. I just miss you. When are you coming to visit?”

“Hopefully soon. I just need to sit down and plan it out. I have all this time since the wedding now.” You leaned against the counter, absentmindedly peeling at the label on your water bottle.

“Well, pick the days, and I’ll make them work.”

“I’ll have to see. I’ve been learning all this new stuff at work, and I hate to step away while I’m still getting my feet under me.”

“Oh, that’s right, you moved onto a new floor.”

“Yeah, oncology.” You rubbed at the back of your neck, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. It had been a lot to adjust to, but you were getting there.

“How are the doctors? Everyone being nice?”

“So far, I actually really like the doctors I’m working with right now. Dr. Kim is incredibly talented. I’ve been learning a lot.”

“Is he cute?”

You nearly choked on your water, coughing as you straightened up. “Mom.”

“What? You never tell me what’s going on in your love life, so I have to get something out of you.”

“He’s fine. I don’t think I could ever date him,” you said, rolling your eyes and picking at a speck on the counter. “Nor do I want to. I don’t like dating coworkers.”

“Yeah, but you spend all your time in that hospital or with your friends.”

“Hey, I just went out last night with some of the girls I work with. We even ran into some other guys I know.” You wandered back toward the living room, plopping onto the couch and tucking your legs under you.

“Like who?”

“Like Taehyung. You met him last time you were here.”

“Ah yes, the one who flirted with me the whole time.”

You groaned, flopping back against the cushions. “Yeah, that one. And some others.”

“Like who?”

“Do I have to spell out every detail?”

“Yes! I haven’t seen you in months. I want to hear everything.”

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “Well, he has this friend Jimin. And Jungkook.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Jungkook? Like the boy who terrorizes you? That Jungkook?”

“Yes, the very same.” You stretched your legs out, letting your head rest against the armrest.

“He didn’t give you a hard time?” You could hear the defensiveness in her voice. Jungkook has been a topic between you two many times before. He is not in your moms favor by any means.

“Actually, it was okay. Tense, but we didn’t fight or anything.”

“That’s good. I never liked him.”

“You’ve never met him.”

“Yeah, but he’s been awful to you, and I’m your mom, so I have to hate him.”

You snorted. “We’ve actually been getting along lately. Trying to turn over a new leaf or whatever.”

“Interesting.”

You frowned, sitting up. “What? Jungkook and I can get along perfectly fine! I told you about the wedding.”

“Yeah, but you still fought and almost killed each other then.”

“Well, since then, we’ve just been hanging out more. It’s… weird, but we’ve been getting along better.”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Your mom sounded unconvinced.

“I promise, if he steps one toe out of line, I’ll go back to hating his guts.”

“I just worry. You know that.” You could hear the worry in her tone. It wasn’t unwarranted.

“I know, but I really think this is okay.” You tried to reassure her.

Before she could say anything else, there was a sharp knock at the door. Speak of the devil. You pushed yourself up, stretching lazily as you made your way toward the entrance. But as you turned the corner, your foot caught on the edge of the coffee table—hard.

Pain exploded up your leg like a bolt of lightning.

“Shit—” You gasped, immediately crumpling onto the floor. The phone was still clutched in your hand as you groaned, one hand gripping your ankle.

“What happened?” your mom’s voice rose with concern.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hissing through your teeth. “I just kicked my leg into my coffee table. Like, really hard. Shit this hurts.”

“No! Did you break it again?”

You forced yourself to take a shaky breath, blinking down at your rapidly reddening ankle. It was already swelling, a dull, pulsing ache spreading through the limb. You flexed your foot experimentally—painful, but still mobile. Not broken. Hopefully.

“No, but god, it hurts. Let me call you back, Mom.”

You didn’t wait for her response before ending the call, tossing your phone onto the floor beside you. Slowly, you tried shifting into a seated position, wincing as pain shot through your leg.

Another knock at the door. Louder this time.

Fuck. Jungkook was still waiting out there. And knowing him, he was about to make fun of you for this.

Biting down on a groan, you braced yourself against the couch and pushed up onto your good leg. You wobbled, testing your weight, but the moment you tried putting pressure on your injured foot, another sharp sting made you suck in a breath.

“Fuck.”

With no other choice, you resorted to hopping. Awkwardly, you maneuvered your way to the door, gripping the handle for support before pulling it open.

Jungkook stood there, hands in his pockets, brow raised. “Took you long enough,” He said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You leaned casually against the doorframe, as if you weren’t seconds away from toppling over. “Wallet, please.”

Jungkook squinted at you. “No thank you? Taehyung said there’d be a reward upon it’s return.” He pulled your wallet from his pocket, but his eyes flickered down, watching the way you shifted your stance.

“The reward is I don’t tell anyone about your crushing defeat last night.” You snatched the wallet from his hands, flipping it open for dramatic effect.

Jungkook huffed a laugh. “What?”

“Gotta make sure everything is accounted for.”

“Okay.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. At that moment you lost your balance. Bumping awkwardly against your door and having to hop on your leg to catch your balance. Jungkook gives you a weird look.

“You know your face will get stuck like that if you hold it for too long.” You point at him and he doesn't drop his expression.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jungkook tilts his head, arching a brow.

“Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“You’re hoping on one leg.”

“And?”

“...Why?”

You sighed. “I, uh… might’ve destroyed my ankle on my coffee table.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” He seemed actually concerned, you were literally hoping on one foot. Anyone would be concerned.

You shake your head, “Why do you care? I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah? Try to walk,” Jungkook challenged, arms crossing over his chest. Jungkook was trying to call you on your bluff.

Your pride flared up. You open the door slightly so you can show you can in fact stand. “See?” As soon as you put weight onto your other leg the same pain shoots through your leg again.

In reaction you hop away from the door sucking in a sharp breath. The door didn’t close behind you, Jungkook stepped inside hesitantly. You were leaning against the wall behind the door. Leg up like a limping dog.

“Yeah you look fine.” Jungkook quips, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He actually got to see your ankle and you had bruised it good.

“Go ahead, get your laughs in.” You wave at him, expecting him to laugh.

“I would if your ankle wasn’t huge.” His voice was surprisingly serious, and when you finally looked down, you winced. It did look bad. The swelling had already started, spreading in an angry, blotchy pattern across the side of your foot.

You actually looked at it and yeah this really sucked. Definitely bruised but you were pretty sure it wasn’t broken. You begin to hop your way to your living room, Jungkook following slowly in toe.

“Y/N are you sure you’re okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something?”

Still, you shook your head. “I’m a nurse, Jungkook. I know what I’m doing. It’s just a bad bruise, maybe a sprain.”

He scoffed. “Right, because medical professionals are always great at taking care of themselves.”

You ignored that. Pushing off the wall, you started hopping toward the living room, making your way to the couch. Jungkook followed at an easy pace, watching as you collapsed onto the cushions with a heavy sigh.

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“No,” you said firmly. “It’s fine. I don’t need X-rays to tell me it’s not broken.”

Jungkook crouched in front of you, eyeing your ankle like it had personally offended him. Before you could protest, he reached out, fingers brushing against your skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but you still flinched when he pressed against the tender area.

He glanced up at you. “Hurts?”

“Obviously,” You muttered. Reaching and smacking his hand away.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Where’s your ice pack?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Ice.” He repeated, already standing. “Where is it?”

“You don’t have to—”

Jungkook shot you a look. “You really think I’m just gonna sit here while you let your ankle swell to the size of a grapefruit?”

You sighed, relenting. “Top shelf of the freezer.”

Jungkook stands and disappears into your kitchen. Returning a moment later with the ice pack. You sit long ways on your couch, the swelling wasn’t so bad now that you were looking at it and you could definitely still move it full. Jungkook handed you the ice pack.

“Thanks,” You say, not looking at him.

Jungkook, however, didn’t move. He stood there, arms crossed, watching you like you had just grown a second head.

“What?” You asked, meeting his gaze.

“It’s too weird when you thank me,” He said, shivering exaggeratedly. “Gives me chills.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t push it. Instead, his gaze flickered to your ankle. “You sure it’s not broken?”

“I broke my ankle a year ago,” you said, adjusting the ice pack. “Plus, I’ve seen a handful of them before. This definitely doesn’t feel or look like that, but it hurts.”

You rub the side of your head. The ice was helping even though you could still feel the throbbing pulse where you hit it.

“I see.”

“Actually, one more thing,” you say, thinking about it for a moment but deciding you weren’t getting up to get it yourself any time now. “In the bathroom, cupboard under the sink I have an ankle brace if you can get it.”

Jungkook nods. Then looking around for an obvious place for a bathroom.

You nodded toward your bedroom door, now closed. “You have to go through my room.”

Jungkook stared at the door, then back at you. “Okay, see, I’ve seen horror movies. This is definitely a trap.”

You groaned. “Just go in there.”

“A swinging ax won’t come down and slice my head off?”

“Jungkook—”

“Your ultimate wish of seeing me dead would finally come true.”

“God, you’re insufferable. Just—please?”

Jungkook’s head snapped toward you so fast you thought he might get whiplash. He pointed at you. “Okay, now you saying please is the scariest part of all of this.”

You shot him a glare before he turned his back on you and went for your bedroom door. Jungkook took your room in for a moment before continuing to your bathroom. He didn’t really know what to expect to see. It was clean and the walls were decorated with pictures and mementos from friends. Small little things that you probably enjoyed here and there.

You watched as he disappeared inside, feeling something strange settle in your chest. It was weird, having him in your space. He had been around you a lot lately, but this was different. This was your home, your room—where things were personal.

He grabbed the brace from where you said it would be and came back out to you, “Here.”

“I had a feeling I would need to keep this.” You set the brace next to you; it does you no good until you can actually walk on it.

“You know, it’s kinda hilarious.”

You frowned. “What is?”

“That the mighty Y/N, got taken out by a coffee table.” He smirked, but you weren’t too amused.

“I may have fallen but I still beat you yesterday.”

“Barely!” he protested. “Anyways, do you need anything else?”

That made you laugh under your breath, the tension in the air cut a little. Then a voice popped into your head. What Vic was saying earlier.

You shake your head, Looking up at him where he was still standing, “No. I’ve got it from here.”

“Okay… cause seriously if I need to take you to get it checked out I can.”

“No… I’m good.” You stumble over your words. Jungkook nodded, and he seemed like he was going to leave but then your mouth was moving before your brain could catch up. “Jungkook.”

He looked back at you, “Yeah?”

“...Why are you… I mean why have you been so nice to me?” You say quietly.

Jungkook blinked at you, his expression shifting from confusion to something unreadable. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated for a second, but you had already cracked open Pandora’s box, so there was no taking it back now. You swallowed hard, adjusting the ice pack on your ankle before looking up at him.

“I just mean… you and I… You don’t like me… and I don’t like you.” Your words were slow, deliberate. “And then suddenly, we hook up—twice—and now you’re all… nice. Talking to me and making jokes… it's I don't know…” You gestured vaguely at him. “Why?”

The air went still between you. Jungkook thought, “I–”

“Because if it’s… because we slept together… and if you’re expecting something–”

Jungkook cuts you off, “Excuse me?”

“What?”

“You think I’m only being nice to you now because I’m trying to sleep with you again?” He laughed, but there was no amusement in it.

You raised an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, and he scoffed, running a hand over his face. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry?”

He let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “It’s actually insane how fast you jump to conclusions about me.”

You opened your mouth, but he kept going.

“You really think I’m only nice to people when I want something from them?” His voice was rising now, frustration cutting into each syllable. “You really think I’d sit here, get you an ice pack, get you an ankle brace, and offer to take you to the hospital just because I think it’ll get me laid?”

You swallowed hard but forced yourself to keep your tone even. “I don’t know what to think.”

Jungkook let out a sharp breath, hands braced on his hips. Voice quiet almost sad, “You’re always gonna find a reason not to like me, aren’t you?”

His words hit like a slap, knocking the wind out of you. Your jaw tightened. “That’s not true.”

Jungkook let out a humorless laugh. “No? Then what do you call this?” He gestured between the two of you. “Because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t matter what I do. I could be an asshole, and you’d hate me for it. I could be nice, and you’d still find some reason to be suspicious.”

“Jungkook that’s not–”

“Not what you meant?” He scoffed. “Not what you were gonna say? What?”

Your hands curled into fists. “Can you blame me? We fight constantly. And then suddenly, it’s ‘how’s it going?’ Like none of that ever happened. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that.”

“Did it ever cross your mind that I was just being nice because I’m generally a nice person?”

“How was I supposed to believe that when all you have done is be intolerant and rude to me for years!”

Jungkook exhaled sharply. “Because you were an asshole to me! You’d already made up your mind about me a long time ago.” He shook his head.

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” His voice was quieter now, but no less sharp. He took a step back, the tension between you almost suffocating. “I don’t know why I bothered.”

The words stung, more than they should have. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to say, only that you weren’t done fighting.

“You don’t get to act like this is all on me,” you shot back, frustration bleeding into your tone. “Like you haven’t spent the last however many years acting like I was the most annoying person on the planet.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “You were.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You were annoying,” he repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But so was I. And somehow, we ended up here anyway.”

Silence stretched. You hated how easily he could say things like that—like it was simple, like it wasn’t a tangled mess of emotions you weren’t ready to unravel.

Jungkook inhaled deeply, his voice quieter when he spoke again. “I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N. But I’m not gonna stand here and try to prove something to you when you’re dead set on believing the worst of me.”

You swallowed hard, but you had no response.

He steadied his voice, choosing his words deliberately. His tone, sad again, “I could be as nice as possible but you’re always going to see me one way. So I won’t do it anymore. Just in case you get the wrong idea. So have a nice life or whatever.”

Jungkook studied you for a second longer, something unreadable passing through his expression. Then, with a small shake of his head, he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

You couldn’t say anything… You had nothing you could come back with.

All you could think about was the insane pit of guilt in your stomach.

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cherryrikis · 10 months ago

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ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 010 ! you + me = serotonin boost

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

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authors note can u tell we’re approaching the end :,( 5 more eps left (+ a bonus chapter i have planned for my bday in 2 weeks🤷‍♀️). i havent been updating lately bc i had a big project for school but its okay bc i finished it!

you almost felt bad for ignoring riki throughout these last few weeks. especially since it wasn’t necessary, considering you had already talked about your feelings and he knew to give you space.

but riki decided it was enough. now that you expressed yourself, he wanted some room to talk about his experience too. or at least, just to hear a little more about yours.

as always, you were rushing off stage after thanking the artist for coming onto the show, just to beat riki to go backstage. but he had caught onto your pattern, catching up sooner than you’d expected.

gently, riki grabbed your arm and dragged you into his dressing room.

when he wasn’t looking, you nearly escaped, but you were barely caught in time. riki pulled you back onto the couch as he stood in front of you, with his hands on his waist.

“y/n.” he sighed. “as much as id love to give you your space, and i don’t mean to push, but don’t you think it’s been too long? i mean, are you okay? are you even taking care of yourself? i just want to know if you’re ready to talk.”

you pouted at his worried expression, watching as he examined your face for any sign of drowsiness or discomfort.

“i’m fine riki. and i’m sorry for ignoring you, i really am,” you reached for his hand, guiding him to sit next to you. “ive just been so overwhelmed with everything going on. and i just needed time away from that, i almost even considered going on hiatus. but i should’ve known better than to hide it from you.”

“my poor y/n. you’ve been through so much. maybe even more than ive had to endure.” he mumbled as he began to carefully play with your hair.

slowly, you reached for his fingers to pull them away from your scalp, before looking into his eyes. riki smiled as he began to lean closer. you were able to feel his breath right against your mouth, before he pressed his lips against yours.

he brought his hand up to hold the back of your neck as you moved to grip his bicep. you could feel riki sigh into the deepened kiss, before pulling away to catch his breath.

riki moved lower to press light kisses from your cheek, down to your neck and right above your collarbone, before leaving one last peck on your lips.

“missed you. good to know you aren’t running away from me again.” he joked.

“oh shut up!” you gently slapped his chest. “glad you aren’t tripping over yourself for my attention. even though you’ve always had it.”

“smooth,” riki laughed. “did you learn from sunghoon?”

“..sure.” you smiled, tilting your head to the side.

you had your riki back, and that was all that mattered. it was over for the mean time. you were just glad you could actually look forward to music bank from now on.

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gothlcsan · 2 years ago

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ESEX ; JEONG YUNHO

PAIRING non!idol yunho + afab!reader

GENRE 18+ SMUT

SYNOPSIS when you convince your boyfriend, yunho to take time away from his game to please you, both of you forgetting to turn off his headset..

WORD COUNT 2790

WARNINGS implied shower sex, dubcon (reader crawls under yunho’s desk without him knowing), chokehold (reader receiving), biting, kissing, mentions of breeding, non detailed aftercare, no protection (use protection yall), let me know if there’s more to tag!

a/n my first fic of the new year! thank you to everyone who has stuck with me throughout the year and engaged with my writing and this account overall. 🥺 id love to start 2024 with the goal of making friendships on here and writing for others so if you could share this and send any requests my way, id absolutely love it so much. happy new year everyone! much love. 🩶

Ever since you had gotten your boyfriend, Yunho, the new Spider-man two game for his playstation, he’s been a bit too occupied. You never minded when Yunho would set away time to play his games, always having an unofficial schedule of doing your own work or hobbies while he games. However, it’s been two days and the game was slowly (but quickly) getting in the way of both your relationship and life itself. He’s barely eaten, slept, and you were more than positive that the only thing he did in the bathroom was to use the toilet meaning; he was in desperate need of a shower.

Knocking on his door, you popped just your head in, having to step inside fully with a sigh seeing his gaming headset on. He was most likely playing with his friends (mentally apologizing to their partners knowing exactly what they’re going through) tapping onto his shoulder to grab his attention. Yunho blatantly ignores you, rolling your eyes as you shook his shoulder saying his name again to rob his attention from the game. This ends up with him pausing the game finally, muttering to his friends that he had to deal with something, the group groaning saying to make it quick. Turning his head he gives an annoyed, “yes?”

“Don’t be mean, Yunho. I was trying to not interrupt and ask if you wanted anything to eat but you couldn’t hear me.”

“I’m not hungry.” He goes to put the headset back on, stopping him by placing it back down onto the desk.

“Yeah see I don’t believe that because you haven’t eaten in a few days and I’m starting to get annoyed.”

Lifting up a handful of empty candy wrappers, you glare at Yunho stating candy wasn’t a nutritional meal, a pout forming on his face as he turns his hand to let the wrappers fall back onto his desk. Luckily, he was smart enough not to argue with logic.

“I’m just asking, come eat, shower, and then if you’d like to go back to gaming, cool. I hate sounding like your mum.”

Yunho blushes, apologizing as he tells everyone he’ll be back later on, saving the game before closing out of it. Standing up he feels the ache of sitting for too long, his empty stomach growling loudly as he sheepishly grabs for your hand to walk to the kitchen with you.

“You smell,” you said with a laugh, all but being dragged into the kitchen where Yunho finished multiple bowls of rice and plates of meat. You were happy to see him finally eat properly, enjoying your warm stew as he grilled more meat for the two of you to share on the portable grill.

Finishing your meal, the two of you slouch into your seats, Yunho thanking you for the meal. You laugh at him, telling him it wasn’t a problem and you were happy that he ate. Yunho excuses himself to go shower, giving you a kiss against your forehead before lightly jogging towards the direction of the bathroom. Usually you’d be bothered by having to make dinner and then clean up solo but hearing the shower finally running after a few days, you’ll happily do the majority of the work.

Placing the last of the dried dishes into the cupboards, you turn around hearing the bathroom door opening, anticipating for Yunho to come back into the kitchen (most likely to show you he showered like a puppy.) As if on cue, Yunho comes out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen in a pair of black shorts and a lavender gray sweater, towel wrapped around his neck to protect his hair from dripping onto it. Giving him a tight hug around his waist, you bury your face into his chest, inhaling his clean scent before looking up at him with a huge grin.

“You smell so good. Thank you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Yunho says as he leans down and plants a kiss against your lips, walking back towards his gaming room.

“I love you!”

“I love you too, dork.” You yell back, going to your shared room to grab clothes to take your own shower.

Several hours later, you hit the realization that Yunho was still gaming.

Swiping your phone screen down, you purse your lips, seeing it was already one in the morning and Yunho was yet in bed with you. Placing your phone down next to you, you grab the collar of the baggy shirt you stole from Yunho, taking an annoyed look down at your lingerie hiding underneath the baggy fabric. It felt like a bit of a waste, becoming slightly upset by it. Deciding you weren’t going to get upset or put beneath a game, you climb out of bed making your way down the small hallway into his gaming room. Of course when you twist the doorknob and push the door open, he was sitting at his desk, headset on as he yelled at his friends who were surely doing the same to him. Letting yourself in, you stand behind him for a while knowing that he was engrossed into the game, oblivious of the fact you were positioned right behind him.

“Yunho.”

Nothing.

You nudge him a bit, “Yunho?”

Nothing. If you were a snake, he’d be bitten eons ago.

Huffing you roll your eyes, gently bending onto the floor until your hands and knees touch the carpet. Quietly, you slowly and carefully crawl against the soft carpet to make your way under the desk from the side, thanking Yunho in your head for having pristine cable management. Not wanting to ponder on the level of embarrassment you would’ve had to face if you got stuck or unplugged a cord. He still hadn’t acknowledged your existence, shrugging as you situated yourself to be directly in front of his lap, taking a deep breath before reaching for his shorts. His knee jerks, knocking his knee against the underside of the desk as he feels a tug on the band of the shorts, surprised. Yunho leans back and looks down, flinching clearly spooked when he sees you tucked under him.

“When did you get there?” He asked, confused.

“No, not you, my girlfriend. Shut up.” Yunho hollers into the headset, covering his microphone with his hand.

“You once again didn’t answer me and haven’t even got to see me in my pretty new lingerie.” You feigned a pout, yanking his shorts down.

“Babe-,” He’s cut off by you wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, glaring at him.

“It’s the least you can do, Yunho. If you want to play your game so badly, do so, but I'm using you.” You spat, watching his eyes widen and roll back as you moved your fingers up the shaft, to compare size, the tips of your fingers nowhere near close to passing the tip. He lets out a breathy sigh flinching as he mumbles a suspiciously quick “nothing” into his headset, his head falling back as you leave multiple wet opened mouth kisses up the shaft stopping around the tip.

“Is that my shirt?”

You grin widely giggling as you give him a nod.

“Mhm, I know how hard you get from seeing me in your clothes.”

Yunho must’ve forgotten his headset audio was on, groaning out a low, “fuck,” as he moved to kick off his shorts. His dick laid heavy against his abdomen and stomach, smirking pleased at his expression. Someone was desperate. Placing your hand back around him, you shift your weight so you can easily lean forward, wrapping your lips around one of his balls. Taking it into your mouth and giving it a few suctions at different pressures, Yunho groans loudly, this time a hand reaching down to lock your head into place. The twinge of pain on your scalp makes you wet in between your legs, clenching around nothing as you hum contentedly. Dropping him from your mouth with a wet pop, you fight his grip on you long enough to look at him and smile, hoping to get exactly what you want.

“Take it off.”

Removing his grip from you, he pushes back just far enough from the desk to give you space to maneuver the shirt off yourself, exposing the revealing lingerie hidden underneath. Yunho breathes deeply through his nose, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his deep fixation on you, Yunho clearly content with your choice. The black sheer lace complimented your skin, his long slender fingers reaching down to hook underneath the shoulder strap, moving alongside it until he reached the back of it - - unhooking the bra to fall onto your lap in one smooth movement. Your boobs fall from the bra, blushing as he helps you to move onto his lap, not allowing you a second to process before his large mouth is wrapped around one of your nipples.

“Yunho.” You enthusiastically moan into his ear, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck allowing your fingers to intertwine with his hair. His tongue swipes across the erected bud as he uses his hand to squeeze your boob, pushing more than just the nipple into his ravenous mouth. Your mind becomes clouded as the hand around your boob slips down your stomach until it passes the band of your thong. Long, slender fingers moving suggestively up and then back down your slit before suddenly delving two into your pussy. Clenching around the digits, you whine into Yunho’s neck who hushes you down by praising you, moving just the tips of his fingers not yet thrusting.

“Want, more,” You slur looking down at his hand, giving him an inviting kiss against his jaw that immediately turned into a soft gasp from the sudden thrust of his fingers. They felt incredibly deep already, your head leaning back to rest on his armchair, moans flooding the room. Erotically wet squelching from his fingers pushing into you makes you blush profusely, begging him to quench the fiery desire for him. Fortunately due to the fact you two haven’t had sex in the days he’s spent gaming, Yunho was more than eager to do as you wished.

“Let’s take these off, ok?”

Yanking the thong off your body and throwing thoughtlessly somewhere on to the floor, Yunho helps you up so you're comfortably positioned bent over his desk. He fixes your legs open for easier access, kissing up from the shoulder blades to the crook of your neck, giving a playful bite before refocusing his attention. Wrapping a hand around the backside of your knee, Yunho lifts your leg up, his dick sinking into you with little to no resistance. Your eyes roll up in satisfaction, wrapping your fingers around the edge of his desk to hold yourself somewhat into place, sweet moans already starting to flow past your lips. With each thrust another round of erotic noises are ripped out of you, your thoughts cloudy as you begged Yunho to never stop. He wraps his free arm around your throat, bringing you up to his chest in a chokehold. The grip was tight but gentle enough not to bring you any harm, the additional pain making you clench around him hard.

“Please, please, please,” you begged.

“Please what, hm?”

Your face burns up suddenly embarrassed giving him nothing but breathy whines that held no context.

“I asked you a question, please what?” Yunho reiterated, his grip tightening around both the backside of your knee and around your throat.

“Please breed me, I miss you.”

The entirety of your body inflamed in an instant blush, Yunho smirking as he drops his chokehold on you. You gasped for air, groaning between pursed lips as you felt Yunho’s large hands wrapped around your hips. His thrusts became sloppy but enough to hit all the right places, picking up in pace making the skin around your ass and thighs brighten to a pink. Feeling him twitched whilst inside you made your head spin in circles, it was more than evident both of you were close to your orgasms, taking in large breaths continuously begging Yunho to cum in you. Yunho’s breath warmly fanning your ear as he spoke and the weight of him being pressed against you to do so as he didn’t once slow down his thrusts into you, he bites and tugs at your earlobe before letting go.

“Should I fill you up?”

“Please, Yunho, please-“

“You’d look so cute filled by me.” Yunho cut you off, not having to see him to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Want you, please, please?”

Your eyes hooded over as he laughed over your desperation, fucking into you at a vigorous pace until his legs began to convulse and tremble.

“Fuck,” is the last word you pick up before your head fuzzes completely over, spilling around Yunho’s dick. Quiet moans are pushed out of you as Yunho reaches his climax, warmth filling you up. He slowly begins to lessen his pace, pulling back until he is almost completely out of you before pushing himself back into you balls deep. He mumbles about feeling warm but you’re unable to coherently grasp what he was saying, whining as he pulls out, clenching around nothing already missing him. You can feel your shared arousal drip down your thighs, whining for a kiss, smiling as Yunho felt your head into place to give you a loving kiss. Not caring about the sweat or anything else for that matter, you climb on top of his desk, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

The two of you spend a few minutes kissing as a way to “catch your breath,” giggling as Yunho pulls away asking how you felt. Pondering on the question with a hum, you watch his face slowly begin to switch to worry.

“I’m teasing! It felt so good, I missed you badly.” You reassured him, giving him another reassuring kiss on the lips.

Yunho begins to say something but freezes, his eyes wide in panic as he rips off his headset, leaning over you as he exited out of his game and clicked on something else you didn’t recognize. Asking him what was wrong his body simoustanly flushes a deep red, his gaze bouncing between you and the monitor.

“The game wasn’t off,” he pauses, “or the chat.”

You raise an eyebrow. “The chat?”

Yunho groans, begging you to not get mad at him, so red you were scared he’d combust into flames. Asking him again what he was talking about, his sudden concern starting to freak you out.

“The chat, as in my friends in discord, who was on call with me when you came in, heard us.. you know.”

It was your turn to turn red. You hadn’t thought about checking on that before continuing on since the two of you both were equally in the moment, hiding behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Yu, hopefully they didn’t listen.”

“What if they did?”

You weren’t sure why that question made your cheeks flare up the way it had, in between your legs warming and growing wet with curiosity. What if they had? Would they have stayed on and listened? Did they take their headphones off and acted as if they heard nothing? Lastly, why did the idea of someone catching you two suddenly turning you on?

Those “what ifs” ran through your mind at such a speed that made you nauseous, Yunho reassuring you it was nothing, pressing gentle kisses across your jaw and up to your lips. You decided to let it fade from your mind not wanting to overthink something so silly, allowing Yunho to pick you up off his desk bridal style heading out of the bedroom and making his way down the hallway towards the bathroom to shower together.

Now, you and Yunho had forgotten all about the mishap by the time the two of you had round two and cleaned up in the shower. However, for poor Mingi who was slumped back in his gaming chair with his arm covering his face, he was living through the shame of listening to his best friend and his girlfriend have sex. Which isn’t even the worst part of the entire situation, the brute of his embarrassment lied in the fact he had shamelessly masturbated to them. This quickly became a secret he’d have to carry to his grave with him. Groaning as he cleaned himself up, turning off his pc, and never bringing the situation up to anyone, thankful as you two never brought it up either, deciding it was best for everyone if no one acted like it happened.

#gothlcsan #smut #kpop smut #fiction #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho smut #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #dom yunho #dom ateez

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biggirlscantcry · 5 days ago

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a little tiny drabble thing i did last night when i was craving some cuddles

this is short enough so i thought id post it here and ao3!!!! so u can click the link below or just hang around here for a tiny little sickfic

also thank u to my fav @thenoellebird for being so sweet when i showed you this your encouragement means the world !!!!

**title is from a crane wives song fun fact (thank u @pinefamilycatsau for introducing me to that band)

before you read, pls note the following:

DO NOT TAG AS STANCEST/PROSHIP. IN FACT, PLS DON'T INTERACT AT ALL. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

with that out of the way, i give you... this:

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"Steady, Steady"

Stan woke groggily, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. His ears still rang with the sounds of whatever he’d been dreaming of— he didn’t quite remember. But it wasn’t a nightmare. There was no familiar pounding heart, no blank spot in his mind where something awful was waiting to remind him of his past. He rubbed at his face and glanced at the clock beside him. Four in the damn morning.

Wait. Four in the morning— he was supposed to be up! He was supposed to be taking care of—

Ford.

He was immediately out of bed, craning his neck to search for his brother, who— Christ. Of course he wasn’t there.

Hearing a distant, tell-take clanging sound from the kitchen, he followed the source.

He stumbled through the dark hallway until he felt the floor change beneath his feet, from wood to tile. He felt around on the wall until he found the light switch, and flipped it.

Ford stood at the counter. More accurately, he hunched over the counter, his face red. Droplets of sweat trickled down his face. He had one lazy hand curled around a coffee mug, but the only actual coffee Stan could see was in a puddle on the counter. He elected to clean it up later— he had a more pressing task at hand.

The minute Ford saw his twin, he made a tiny trill and let the mug roll out of his hands, then broke into a fit of harsh coughs. He pressed tightly against the counter, gripping it with white knuckles. The coughs were nearly gags at this point. Damn it, don’t throw up again.

Stan was by his side in an instant, rubbing his back. “Ford, what are you doin’ up?” He groaned, running his other hand through his own hair. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”

When the coughs finally subsided, Ford shook his head lazily, blinking in a confused sort of way. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He snapped it closed and huffed, finally letting out an odd little chirping noise.

Stan had been trying to stay awake. Since Ford had gone for that unexpected swim in the artic and gotten a nasty case of walking pneumonia, he’d been a little— out of it. And on top of that, he had quite the stomach bug from their last time making port. It was flu season, after all, and they’d been around all those people.

Stan had stayed awake for almost three uninterrupted days taking care of him, only taking tiny, at most hour long, naps. His days had consisted of making soup, taking temperatures, cleaning out soiled buckets, and running cold packs to his feverish brother.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” He took his brother’s hand and Ford immediately slumped into him, a tiny little trill escaping him.

“Mmgh—” Whatever he was trying to say, he couldn’t finish. He was wracked by another bout of coughing, and he doubled over. Stan hurried to keep his brother on his feet, holding a hand to his back to steady him.

Ford gasped, the harsh, wet coughs finally out of his system, and took in a shaky breath. It came out almost more like a whine.

Together, they took slow, sluggish steps toward the bedroom, with Ford leaning heavily on his brother, pulling at the fabric of Stan’s shirt.

Stan stared up at the ladder to Ford’s bunk and immediately knew that it was a bad idea. Ford could barely walk without getting dizzy. Instead, Stan laid him down gently in his own bed, opting to keep him on top of the covers— he was already red and sweating and panting, and he was only in a t-shirt and thin pajama pants.

Stan was about to climb up the ladder when Ford made a miserable whine and reached his arms out, like a child that wanted to be held.

Stan’s heart melted. “Aw, buddy…” He crawled into bed beside his twin, holding his arms out in invitation.

Almost immediately, Ford burrowed his head into Stan’s chest, wrapping his arms around him lazily, trilling softly. His breaths were shaky and wet.

“Don’— f-feel well…” He sniffled miserably and swiped at his nose.

“Oh, Ford, s’ okay, you’re gonna be just fine.” He wrapped his arms around his brother— tight enough to be secure, but loose enough not to make him even more uncomfortably hot.

Ford groaned, wiping sluggishly at the sweat on his face. Stan pulled away, thinking he was making the heat worse. But Ford whined louder, pulling Stan back almost aggressively.

“N-No—” Even in the half word he spoke, Stan could tell how thick and heavy Ford’s voice was— a clear indicator how congested he must feel. He coughed again, his body curling against Stan’s as the fit wracked him with trembling. Stan just stroked his back, making slow, soothing circles with his finger.

“Mm—” Another nasty cough. “L-Lee—“ A pitiful chirp. Ford eventually gave up and just squirmed again, clinging desperately. His body radiated heat.

“Don’t try and talk, Si—” Nope. Do not call him that when he’s already loopy. “Ford. You’ll just make that cough worse.”

Ford whined pitifully, but let his body slump and his eyes flutter closed.

“You’re alright, just go to sleep. Way too early to be up anyways.” His own exhaustion was taking over. But his brother was safe, and his brother was secure in his arms. It was okay to fall asleep— Ford was right here, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Ever again. “We’re okay. We’re alright.”

Ford’s breathing evened out slowly, though it was still raspy and shaking. He made little trills in his sleep, occasionally twitching. After a while, Stan couldn’t be sure how long, Ford began to let out quiet, rumbling purrs. Stan couldn’t see it, but he was quite sure his brother was smiling in his cocoon. He really was just like a cat sometimes. But Stan didn’t mind a bit. He chuckled under his breath and finally let himself relax completely, slumped over the covers. He was so damn tired.

He felt his consciousness slipping, and looped his hand into his brother’s for safety.

“G’night, Ford,” he whispered softly. “Sleep tight.”

#sickfic #drabble #ford pines #stan pines #sea grunks #my fic #ao3 #stan bros #someone give this guy a hug #just kidding his brother already did #stanley pines #stanford pines #gravity falls #stan o war #cuddles #platonic cuddles #platonic fluff #do not tag as ship

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mediocrecowboyhat · 2 months ago

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Heya! It's been awhile since I last sent an ask here

I've been lurking and enjoying your fics :>

Id love to request something with our boy Sean Macguire since there's not much love for him. Maybe some headcanons in general and maybe how'd act with an S/o that never had sex before?

Ty and I hope you have a great day!

Hey, it's so nice to see you again! I hope you're doing good <3

I will definitely write some general headcanons with him, but I love the second suggestion so much that I had to write something longer <3

Tags: explicit sexual content, no use of pronouns, virgin!reader

Sean McGuire is a man of great confidence, especially when it comes to charming others. He's known for shooting his shot with anyone attractive who happens to be looking his way and you definitely are no exception. The first time he had laid his eyes on you, he knew that he absolutely had to have you. So he's been desperately working on removing your walls, brick by brick to get to your core.

One way of doing that is boasting about his conquests and skills, telling you (and the rest of the camp) how he has never disappointed a single lover or partner. Most of the gang just roll with their eyes when he does that and leave his dramatic declaration uncommented. Though you can't help but find his humor and attempts of wooing you endearing.

Still, you're worried that he might only see you as another "victory", another name to add to his apparently long list of successes. If only you'd know how deep his feelings run. Each glance, each smile directed at him, each moment of your attention, no matter how brief, makes his heart ache. Your eyes just have to lock with his and his oh so quick and sharp tongue numbs within seconds.

And now that he has you beneath him, gazing up at his face, your expression filled with need and want. It knocks the air straight out of his lungs and his mind, for the first time since he can remember, blanks. No words leave his lips, not a single muscle is able to move even an inch. Sean's hands are sweaty and clammy and he has to clench them into fists every now and then to keep the feeling inside them.

Before he had lead you to a more private and remote spot (meaning John's tent lmao. Sean promised that it's fine), away from prying eyes and ears, he had thought about jerking off. Just to make sure that he would last a bit longer than usual, but he was foolish and believed that he wouldn't need to do that. Oh, how wrong he had been. Gazing into your teary and desperate eyes, desperate for him and his touch, he could cum right into his pants.

Steeling his nerves, he tells himself that he needs to stay calm and lock the fuck in. After all, you've confided in him and shared that you haven't been intimate with anyone before. Obviously you're nervous and he doesn't want you to worry more than you already do. The day where you expressed the wish for him to be your first, he could have burst out into applause, a standing ovation in fact.

Sean tends to oversell his capabilities, painting himself as this wild Casanova when he himself knows that that simply ain't true. But Lord have mercy. When you moan and whimper like that, arching your back under his touch, it makes him feel like he's on top of the world. All of his typical cockyness comes back in one sweep and a cheeky grin starts to spread on his face.

"I'll take good care for ya.", he murmurs close to your ear as his hands try to push every possible button that gets more of those angelic sounds out of you.

As much as his dick twitches and throbs with need, Sean still takes his sweet time with you. He works you up until you're sweating, panting and begging for him to take you. That last part alone has him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants in such a careful way as if he's attempting to crack open a safe filled with precious diamonds. The tiniest bit of friction could make him finish thanks to how excited you've made him.

With you being all prepped and ready to take him, he slowly slides it in, biting down on the inside of his cheek to stifle the whimper that is threatening to leave his throat. He freezes in the beginning, both to let you get used to the stretch and for him to focus on not cumming right then and there. Hell, he doesn't remember the last time he has felt this good with anyone and the way your thighs tremble around his hips doesn't help at all.

For the most part, his thrusts are shallow and slow, scared that he might hurt you. Though you squirm under him and arch your back, the look in your eyes a silent plea for him to give you more. Shit and he wants to give you more, but your walls are clenching down on his cock so deliciously that he sees stars. Sean conjures up a mental images to keep him from meeting an early release, as his hips snap forward a bit rougher.

The moan leaving your lips is as sweet as honey to his ears and no matter how much he fights it, he has to pull out now. His face is flushed when he spills his load over your thighs and his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. Before he can say anything about it, you pull him down for a deep kiss which melts him on the spot.

Aftercare at first is rushed and being interrupted, because you have to sneak out of the tent before it's owner notices what's going and maybe shoots you where you stand. Sean ushers you behind one of the wagons where he peppers your face with kisses and holds you by your cheeks.

The intimate moment you had shared will not leave his mouth whatsoever, much to your surprise. He doesn't brag about it, but people do notice that something happened, because he can't keep his hands or lips off you.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 x reader smut #rdr2 smut #rdr2 sean macguire #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader

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salemrph · 8 months ago

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Beneath the Moonlit Altar (Ep. 1) Sylus x MC

Summary: Captain Jenna call out a meeting. There is new intel to the Onychinus's Leader. A picture and maybe a weak spot that the Hunter Association could use to bring him down. You find yourself at the crossroads between following your duty or following your heart to protect him.

Character: MC x Sylus

Genre: mysterious, danger, romance | Pet names : Kitten, Sweetie, Sweetheart

Warnings/Additional Tags: f!reader

| Word count: 3,379 | Reading Time: 13 min |

A/N: New in fanfic. I hope you enjoy it!

He follows you into the shower, the hot water running down your bodies as he presses you against the wall. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing, his mouth seeking yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. He's in full devil mode now, all restraint and control abandoned in favor of pure, unbridled desire.

He bites down onto your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin in a possessive, rough way. His body is pressed against yours, pinning you against the wall as his lips find your earlobe, his breath ragged and hot against your ear. "You're mine," he growls, his voice a low, rough rumble. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Go easy... I'm still overstimulated from the first round"

He continues his assault on your neck and collarbone, his lips and teeth exploring every inch of skin within reach. His hands are caressing your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh firmly but not painfully. He's being a bit more gentle than before, but there's still a possessive, dominant edge to his touches.

We melt into another round in the bathroom. When we're finished, I collapse onto the bed, a towel wrapped around me. Sylus is getting dressed in his usual black clothes.

"Are you going somewhere?" I ask, watching him as he adjusts his outfit.

He glances over at me, his expression a mix of regret and resignation. "Yeah," he says, his voice a little strained. "I have a few things to take care of. Business stuff. I won’t be gone long, though."

"Stay safe."

He softens at your concern, a small smile curving the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry about me," he says, his voice gentler now. "I can take care of myself. Just relax and get some rest, alright? I'll be back before you know it."

You slip into your nightshirt and panties, then get up to help Sylus finish buttoning his shirt. A small, affectionate smile plays on his lips. As you finish the last button, he reaches out, gently pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, his eyes closing for a moment as he holds you close. "I hate leaving you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Especially right after... that shower."

"Well, Onychinus's leader needs to show up for a few things..." you reply, trying to lighten the mood.

He sighs heavily, his arms tightening around you for a brief moment before he reluctantly pulls away. "Duty calls," he mutters, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the caller ID.

His expression darkens slightly as he frowns at the name on the screen. "I have to take this," he says, his voice tight with irritation. "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" He kissed you.

Without waiting for a response, he answers the call, stepping out of the room. His voice is low and tense as he begins talking, and the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet of the bedroom.

You lie back in the bed, the sheets still slightly rumpled from earlier. Despite the lingering exhaustion from his... enthusiasm, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment at the thought of being with him.

You eventually drift off to sleep, but the shrill sound of your Hunter watch jolts you awake. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:31 a.m. Sylus still isn't back.

The screen flashes with an incoming call—it’s from Hunter HQ.

"Sorry to wake you," your captain's voice crackles through the line, clear but urgent.

"What’s going on?" you murmur, rubbing sleep from your eyes, your voice still heavy with exhaustion.

Jenna’s tone is all business. "We’ve got a situation. We need you in ASAP."

You sit up in bed, instantly alert. "Got it, I’m there in 15 minutes."

"Good. Don’t waste time," the captain replies. "See you in the briefing room."

The adrenaline surges as you spring into action, quickly slipping out of your sleepwear and into your Hunter uniform. The fabric is familiar and comforting, the weight of your weapons and equipment an extension of yourself.

You grab your keys and helmet, stepping into the cold night air. The city is eerily quiet at this hour, the streets mostly deserted except for a few people drifting home from late shifts or nights out.

You reach your bike quickly. The familiar buzz of anticipation fills you as you start the engine, ready for whatever the situation calls for. The city lights blur past as you speed towards HQ, your focus sharp and clear, every muscle awake with the rush of adrenaline.

The entrance to the building looms ahead. You step off your bike, your boots making steady echoes as you cross the lobby, where the quiet hum of machinery is the only noise in the stillness.

You present your ID badge at the security desk, and the guard nods in acknowledgement before allowing you through the security gate. You move quickly through the corridor toward the briefing room, your heart pounding a little faster in anticipation of what awaits.

As you step into the briefing room, you find it already filled with your fellow hunters and the mission leader. They all look up, their expressions serious and expectant.

The mission leader, a tall, stern hunter named Ramirez, meets your gaze as you enter. "Glad you could make it. We need to get started. Take a seat."

The room settles as you join the others, and Captain Jenna stands up, preparing to address the team.

"Now that we’re all here, we can begin."

You glance around. The usual faces are present, but Xavier is noticeably absent. Nero and Tera are both here, their expressions focused as they listen intently.

Captain Jenna continues, her tone businesslike. "We've picked up some disturbing rumours circulating on the dark web about our most wanted target—the leader of Onychinus. There's been chatter about a woman who's been seen around him recently. Some threads suggest she might be his lover."

The room goes quiet as the weight of the information settles over everyone.

Your heart stops. Fuck. Have they caught us?

"We also have a picture."

A blurry image flashes on the wall. You see Sylus's profile, wearing sunglasses. And next to him—you. They only caught your back, thank God. Your face isn't visible. You're relieved you wore the outfit Sylus selected for you that day, not your usual clothes. But still... fuck.

Your body goes rigid. You're so tense, you feel like you’re suffocating. You can barely breathe. Captain Jenna’s gaze shifts toward you.

"Y/N, you spent time in the N109 Zone, and you've seen him. Can you confirm that this person is Sylus?"

The room feels like it’s closing in around you. You need to think fast. You can't show hesitation, but if you say yes, it will make everything worse. It will make you a target. Sooner or later, the truth will come out, and the consequences will follow. But if you say no... you’ll be betraying everything you’ve worked for at the Hunter Association. Your lies will unravel.

You take a deep breath, forcing your expression to stay serious, neutral.

The weight of the decision sits heavily on your chest.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Yes… That could be Sylus. The picture is a bit too blurry, but I'm about 90% sure," you say, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.

Captain Jenna nods, then turns her focus to the next question. "Have you seen the girl?"

You shake your head. "No. He sure as hell wouldn't share something like that with me as his hostage," you add, attempting to inject some humor into the situation.

Jenna doesn’t crack a smile. "Right… At least we have a picture of him now. That'll make things a bit easier. Nero, see if you can enhance this picture. I need a clear view."

Nero nods, already on his computer, working on the image.

"Perfect. Now, Y/N, we need you to get closer to him," Jenna says, her voice firm. "I know it’s been hard, but this could be our chance to take him down."

You nod, but your stomach twists painfully. This is bad—really bad. You never expected things would escalate this quickly. If you’re being honest with yourself, you didn’t think it would ever come to this. You wanted to keep living in the bubble of that dream with Sylus. But now… it feels like you’re being pulled into something much darker than you ever anticipated. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The meeting continues, more tasks being handed out, but your mind is spinning. Your ears are ringing. You're barely hearing anything as the weight of the decision presses down on you. What the hell are you doing?

Tera places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. You can feel her presence next to you, a small anchor in the storm of thoughts swirling in your head.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice soft, yet filled with concern.

"Yes... Yes... I..." You exhale slowly, but your breath feels heavier than ever. The tightness in your chest won't release, and your mind is still racing.

"Capitan..." Tera speaks up again, her voice cutting through your thoughts. "I think Y/N needs a moment to recover."

Jenna nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Okay, everyone. You have your tasks. Meeting is over."

One by one, your teammates file out of the room. The door clicks shut behind them, and you're left alone with your thoughts. But then Jenna approaches you, her tone more sympathetic than usual.

"I knew this could distress you. And I'm asking a lot from you, going back to the N109 Zone. If you need anything, let me know," she says, her voice softer than you'd expect from a commanding officer.

She turns and leaves, and Tera stays by your side, her comforting presence a small reprieve in the chaos.

"It's late. Let's go home and get some rest, okay?" Tera says, worry lacing her words.

"Yeah," you respond quietly, feeling your exhaustion catch up with you.

You make your way to your bike, helmet in hand, the cold night air biting at your skin. You pull out your phone and, almost instinctively, type a message to Sylus.

They now about us.

A short message. You wait for a moment.

Meet me here. Now.

He sent you a location on the map. You didn’t waste any time. Putting your helmet on, you started your bike.

You drove for a while out of the city, heading north. On the map, there’s nothing—just a spot in the forest. The night is clear, and the moon is out. It’s 5:11 a.m.

Your mind is racing, full of anger, desperation, and anxiety. How will you fix this? Can you even fix it? Is there a solution? You shake your head, trying to forget those thoughts. Your chest aches, and the weight of responsibility crushes your body.

You leave your bike on the side road, a bit hidden, just to be sure no one followed you.

You walk the path in the dark, lit only by the moonlight.

After walking for a while in the cold night, you come across a small, old shrine. Fox statues stand guard, their hard shadows making them look more terrifying. You approach an inscription, pulling out a tiny flashlight from your side bag to read the text.

A shrine for lovers seeking protection for their love. Sylus doesn’t believe in such things. But still, this is the location he sent you.

You close your eyes and pray to the spirits of the shrine. A prayer to protect your love with Sylus, no matter the cost.

A slight crunching sound makes you draw your gun, aiming toward where the noise came from. A shadow of something black moves, and fear shoots through you as your finger hovers over the trigger. Sylus raises his hand and steps closer to you.

“Haven’t we passed this point in our relationship, sweetie?” Sylus says, his voice calm but amused.

“Fuck...! Don’t do that again,” you snap, lowering the weapon slowly and putting it back into its holster.

“I must say, your reflexes have improved,” he smiles, stepping forward to hug you.

You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest. The stillness of the forest surrounds you, but it only seems to make your body more tense.

“They know...” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t respond, only holding you tighter. “Sylus…”

You look up to meet his gaze, his beautiful eyes searching yours. He gently caresses your cheek, and you try to read what’s going through his mind.

“They have a picture of us... I...” You pause, struggling to find the right words. “I had to tell them it was you in the picture.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you softly, his thumb tracing your skin. “Actually, I expected you’d do that. I’ve seen the picture. Luke and Kieran are taking care of it.”

You don’t want to know what they’ll do.

“Did you know this was going to happen?” The memory of the phone call before he left the penthouse lingers. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t,” he admits, his voice quiet. “It was a possibility. I got the information too late. The person who messed up... well, they paid the price.”

“What~?” Sylus gently lifts your chin, his thumb brushing across your lips before pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them. The night air around you seems to still for a moment.

“I interrupted your wishes to the goddess of this place...” His voice is a low murmur as he takes your hand, his fingers warm against your skin, grounding you. “Were you praying for us?”

You nod slowly, the weight of everything pressing down on you.

“Do you have a plan? Because praying was my only option now. I don’t know how... I don’t even want to think about leaving you.” The words leave your lips heavy, like a stone dropped in your chest. Your heart shrinks with the weight of them.

He meets your gaze, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in time. “I have a plan…” His voice is steady, but there’s something almost uncertain in the way he squeezes your hand. “But first…”

The wind rises in the forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. It tugs at your hair, making it flutter around your face. You close your eyes for a brief moment, letting the chill of the night air brush across your skin. In that second, you feel Sylus shift. When you open your eyes again, your breath catches. He’s kneeling in front of you with a firm gaze.

“Eh..?”

The soft moonlight illuminating his face, casting shadows that dance with the flicker of distant stars.

“Be my wife. Be my queen. Be my everything.”

Your heart skips, caught between disbelief and longing.

“Sylus...?”

“Answer me...” His voice is raw now, a quiet desperation threading through it, though his eyes remain locked on yours. “Look at me. Promise me you’ll be my everything. I’ll never let you down. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

A shiver runs through you. The cool night air seems to grow heavier, the weight of his words pressing on your chest like the weight of the world.

“I..." You stay quiet for a moment with you head spinning. You try to stay calm. This is too much, why is he doing this now?

His words echo in your mind, asking you to make a choice — a choice you weren’t prepared for. Everything about this moment feels too fragile, too final. You want to say something, anything, but your throat feels tigh. Your emotions twist like a storm.

Finally, you find your voice, though it trembles with uncertainty. “I… I don’t know how to promise that..

"Just say yes..."

Even if your mind is too clouded to make sense of it.

"Yes." The word slips from your lips, a quiet surrender, and you don’t know whether to feel relief or terror at the choice you’ve just made.

His expression softens, but only for a fleeting moment, before he kisses your hand—an almost unbearably tender touch. He rises, his presence looming over you, and for a moment, everything feels heavy with unspoken emotion. A shiver of something deep and uncertain lingers in the air between you as he presses another kiss to your forehead, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I will leave. That’s he plan.”

You freeze. The words hit you like ice water, snapping you back to reality. "W-What...? Where? How long?!"

"I can't tell you. I need to keep you safe. Let me do this my way. I'll come back."

The weight of his words crashes into you like a wave, overwhelming and cold. Panic rises in your chest like a tidal surge, and you feel your breath catch. “NO! You ask me to be your wife, and you want to fucking disappear?! No! No! I refuse.”

His eyes flash, a storm raging beneath the surface, his jaw tightening. “This is not a negotiation, kitten.”

The words hang between you, the forest around you eerily quiet now, as if the world itself is holding its breath. The tension crackles in the air, thick and heavy, just like the silence that follows.

“I will come back to you,” he says, his hand reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, the touch so gentle it almost makes your knees buckle. “But right now, I need to do this. You’re the last thing I want to leave behind, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means… leaving you.”

“No, wait! Y-you...” You want to scream, to shout at him, to demand answers. But something in his eyes, the rawness and sincerity behind them, makes you hesitate.

"You need to trust me on this." Sylus doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. You know him too well. He’s a master at making plans, always finding a way out—even if it’s a bit messy sometimes. Right now, this is the best option. You know it’s the only choice, even if it doesn’t feel right.

What else can you do? Following Jenna’s orders to “sneak” into the N109 Zone and “watch” your boyfriend? And then what? Coming back with a false report? The weight of lying to your team will crush you. No matter how strong you think you are, you’re not sure you can carry that.

If Sylus isn’t there—if he’s mysteriously disappeared—well, the problem is solved. But at what cost?

You pull back, forcing yourself to smile, even though your heart is breaking inside.

“Just... be careful” He pulls you into another hug, holding you close, his voice barely a whisper as he brushes his lips against your ear.

“I always am.”

He kisses you again, slow and deep, as if trying to imprint the moment in both your minds. It's a kiss you want to hold onto forever, to keep with you no matter what happens. He doesn't how much time it will take be before he comes back to you, or if everything will work out. But just as he found you once, he will do it again—no matter what.

If there is any goddess, please, please...

"I will miss you, my beloved"

"I will miss you too..."

With that, he turns and melts into the shadows of the forest, his figure blending with the darkness. You watch him disappear, the sound of his footsteps fading into the quiet of the night.

And just like that, the world feels emptier.

...protect our love.

Under the moon, standing before the altar, you begin to cry inconsolably, in a way you've never done before. Your mind prays fervently for the protection of both him and yourself. A light breeze stirs once again, and you feel as though the forest is offering its comfort. It’s as if the ancient deity of this place has heard your prayers and, for a moment, granted you its blessing.

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scoonsalicious · 1 year ago

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6.1 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, nudity, Bucky's lies come back to bite his ass.

Please note: I'll be taking a break from posting starting on Thursday, May 16th to focus on writing, and will resume posting on Thursday, May 23rd.

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: Porn. The last chapter was porn.

A/N: Sorry, besties; not sure what happened. I set this up to post at 445 per usual, and when I came back on, I saw it still hadn't gone up, so I'm doing it manually. I apologize for this screw up!

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Bucky woke the next morning in a tangle of sheets and Major. He had to pee, but he didn’t want to get up. God, he never wanted to get up. If he could stay wrapped up with her like this, for the rest of his life, he thought, he would die happy. The very idea struck him like a brick– he’d given a lot of thought to his own death over the years, but never, not once, did he ever consider the possibility that he might actually die happy until this very moment.

If she was in his life when he went, he realized, he very well could.

Major shifted in her sleep and snuggled further into Bucky’s chest with a contented sigh, and he felt his heart swell. If he wasn’t careful, at the rate his feelings were going, he was at risk of proposing to her before lunch.

After about fifteen more minutes of blissfully watching Major sleep in his arms, Bucky couldn’t hold off his bladder any longer. Gently extricating himself from Major’s embrace so as not to disturb her, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

After he’d finished and washed his hands, he made his way back toward Major’s bed. As he passed by the string of clothes he’d discarded the night before, he heard a buzzing coming from his pants. He reached down and pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the caller ID.

Lily. Again.

Bucky sighed and took himself back to the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him as he accepted the call.

“Hey, Lil, what’s up?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of Major’s whirlpool tub.

“Hey, Jamie,” she said, and Bucky could immediately tell something was wrong. She sounded… off, distressed. “Listen,” she continued, “I know you and Sam probably had a late night last night, and I hate bothering you…”

“What’s wrong, Lil?” Bucky asked, growing concerned now.

“Well, I drove out to Langston Park to run the trails,” Lily began, “and I don’t know if I ran over a nail or had a slow leak, or what, but when I got back to the car, my tire was flat. I was kind of hoping you could meet me up here and help me change it?”

Bucky ran a hand over his stubble. “Shit,” he said. “You know I would in a heartbeat, Lil, but–”

“No, yeah,” Lily interrupted him. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m sure someone will drive by and I can flag them down for help–”

“Lily Anne McIntyre, you are not going to wave down a stranger and just hope that they’re not a murderer or a rapist,” Bucky said into the phone, a little louder than he intended. “Listen, I’m on my way, but I’m in the city, so it’s going to take me a little while, okay? Just… just stay in your car with the doors locked until I get there.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Jamie!” Lily’s voice was full of relief. “You’re my hero! I owe you, big time!”

Bucky cracked a smile. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Give me about forty-five minutes to get to you, okay? And remember, lock. your. doors.”

“I promise,” Lily agreed before ending the call.

Bucky stood up from the edge of the tub and went back into the bedroom and quietly put his clothes back on. Sitting down at the edge of Major’s side of the bed, he leaned down and began pressing kisses to her shoulder and collarbone until she stirred and started to stretch.

With a lazy moan that sent the blood straight to Bucky’s dick, Major sleepily blinked her eyes open. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” she asked him, her voice seductively husky with sleep. “Come back to bed.”

Bucky wanted to. Oh god, he really, really wanted to. “I’m so sorry, sugar,” he told her, leaning down to give her a proper kiss.

“Bucky,” she laughed, pulling back from him, “I just woke up; I’m sure I have horrible morning breath.”

“Like I would ever care.” He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers, gently running his tongue along her lips so she opened her mouth to him.

After a long moment, they broke apart, and Bucky rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said softly. “But I’ve got to go.”

Major nuzzled her cheek against his. “So, don’t,” she murmured. “Stay.”

Bucky sighed. “I can’t. Lily’s got a flat tire; she’s waiting on me to come help her change it.”

Major let out a puff of air through her lips. “Well, give me five minutes to get dressed and I can come with you,” she offered hopefully.

“I’d love that, doll,” Bucky said, frowning, “but Lily’s still pissed off about the bar and…” he ran a hand behind his neck, suddenly realizing how stupid this was going to sound, “I haven’t told her I’ve been seeing you.”

The change that came over Major was nearly imperceptible, but Bucky clocked it, all the same. Her eyes narrowed, her shoulders tensed and she pulled back from him by a hair.

“So,” Major began slowly, “where did she think you were last night when she called you, then? You said you’d already told her what you were up to. If she didn’t know you were with me, what did she think you were doing?”

“I told her I was having a guys’ night out in the city with Sam,” Bucky admitted, hating himself now for even deeming the lie necessary in the first place.

“I see.” The words were clipped, Major’s voice void of any emotion, and Bucky knew he’d fucked up. Immensely. “Well, you better get going, then, if Lily’s waiting on you.”

“Major.” Bucky put a hand on her arm, but she got up out of the bed, dragging the topsheet with her to wrap around herself and keep her body covered from him, as if now, suddenly, after everything they’d already done together, she no longer wanted him to see her naked. “Can we just–”

“You should go, Bucky,” she said again, not meeting his eye, and Bucky felt like absolute shit.

“Can I call you later?” he asked, and he heard the note of desperation in his own voice, but Major just shrugged a shoulder. He tried to lean in to her to give her a kiss goodbye, but she stood there, still as a statue, so he simply pressed his lips to her forehead and sighed before showing himself to the door.

He’d fucked up. He’d fucked up, and he’d blown it. She’d probably never want to see him again, and honestly, could he blame her? He’d lied about being with her, like she was some kind of dirty secret. Sam had been right, though Bucky would never admit it to him. Why was he letting Lily’s opinion dictate how he lived his life?

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leighsartworks216 · 8 months ago

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The Mission

Sylus x gn!Reader

The ending feels a little meh BUT I'm gonna use it to lead into the next fic in the series. You'll see. Also there are kids screaming outside????? I'm so confused rn

This is a sequel primarily to Fallen Angel, but it also references things in Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You

Warnings: strip clubs, violence, blood, injury, stalking, forehead kisses, shapeshifting, MC and Sylus acting like siblings

Word Count: 2,625

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The mission is deceptively simple: Little Miss Hunter will pose as a waitress in one of Sylus’s clubs, working undercover to uncover the ex-boyfriend of one of the dancers. As soon as the club’s manager heard about the dancer’s ex stalking her, trying to get her alone, Sylus did, too. As scary and unapproachable as he comes across, he does care about the people who work for him.

You could have taken the role from her easily, or even gotten a job as a dancer to have a more advantageous position, but Sylus refused. It was only a couple months ago that you’d relived that hell. There was no way he would put you into a similar situation so soon.

It’s not that you aren’t capable, you know that. You’d only fully recovered a few weeks ago, the scars on your back mementos to the end of a nightmare. Still, the time it took to heal meant no working - not even to sit in Sylus’s lap as he goes over contracts. You were antsy, you were restless. And you were helping Little Miss Hunter get in her uniform.

You adjust the collar, a little rougher than necessary. Sylus catches it from where he stands leaning against the wall, but says nothing. Miss Hunter tries to swat you away. “You don’t need to be so intense!” You ignore her in favor of fixing her name tag and checking her earpiece. She was stiff under your fingers, uncomfortable with being so close to someone who clearly didn’t like her - even more in this moment, it seems, than usual.

“He’s in his mid-20s, short curly hair, blonde, with square glasses,” Sylus reminds her. “You’ll be serving drinks in the area around Tanya’s stage, where he’s most likely to be lurking.”

“Don’t you have bouncers for this sort of thing?” she huffs.

You step behind her. She tries to turn her head to see what you’re doing, but you push her chin to face forward again. Her hair is too long, presenting a clear hazard in the bustle of the crowds and the difficult job of waitressing. You gather it up and tie it into a secure bun at the back of her head.

He tilts his head, unimpressed. “Of course, sweetie. I run a legitimate operation here, despite what you may think of me.” He crosses his arms, finger tapping against his bicep. “His Evol allows him to change his appearance, meaning with a few easy steps, he can forge his ID to be anyone he wants and slip inside unnoticed. You’re good at reading people. I’m sure you’ll find him in no time.”

You carefully insert a hairpin into the bun. She reaches back to feel it, the design on the decorative tip indecipherable to her fingers alone.

“If he figures you out or you get cornered, use that,” Sylus says seriously, nodding to the pin. “In the right hands, it can do some damage. Even if you can only manage to scratch your attacker, it’s coated in a fast-acting toxin.” Before she can protest, he adds, “Just enough to make them sleepy, sweetie. You won’t be killing anyone tonight.”

With the finishing touches of her outfit complete, you step back toward Sylus. Little Miss Hunter can’t help feeling intimidated by the Onychinus boss and his guard dog, allies or no.

“Ready?”

She nods with steadfast determination. “Ready.”

Sylus studies the shifting crowds through the surveillance cameras hidden around the club. Luke and Kieran watch the monitors, as well. From here, he can keep an eye on Miss Hunter’s movements. Deciphering faces in the crowd is another issue; he can make out some features here and there as the lights pass over them, but anything specific is impossible to make out.

You lounge on a sofa overlooking the entire club. It’s a private area, closed off from the general public, and shrouded in plenty of shadow to obscure your presence from anyone who isn’t looking for you. You idly swirl a martini glass of water, decorated with an olive, to give the impression of someone drinking. You act as an eye in the sky, watching for anything suspicious from a distance that isn’t caught on camera.

Miss Hunter picks up a tray of drinks from the bartender and begins making rounds to long couches and small tables to drop them off with a smile. They’re further from the stage, but she has to pass by the crowd every time she returns to the bar. It’s the perfect place to be to spot someone acting oddly.

The lights focus as Tanya comes on stage. She’s objectively beautiful, it can’t be argued otherwise. The skimpy costume draws attention to her curves and the plush of her stomach. She smiles seductively as she dances for the guests, tan skin glowing under the lights like she’s meant to be there.

You know she’s being treated like a queen here - Sylus would never settle for less - yet you’re reminded of the other girls you knew once, who were starved and worked to the bone for money they wouldn’t see a dime of. You still remember the feeling of cold metal from the pole against your palms.

The Second Circle doesn’t exist anymore. After that night, after everything the police uncovered, it was stripped out and sits empty, waiting to be bought by some upstart business. All that remains is the imprint of the logo on the wall. You still see those neon lights in your nightmares.

“Raven, I’ve lost sight of the Dove. Do you see her?”

Fuck. You got so caught up in your head-

You scan the crowd by the stage, the couches, the tables. There’s no sign of a waitress anywhere in that section, and especially not Little Miss Hunter. You get up from the private couch and slip into the shadows of the exit, already calculating everywhere she could have gone off to.

The woman she kept seeing wasn’t ordering drinks the entire time she was there, which wasn’t unusual in of itself, except that all she did was stare at the stage, waiting for something to happen. Once Tanya finally went on, she seemed to become antsy and entranced. Miss Hunter was just going to slip into the employee backroom to let Sylus know what she saw. She didn’t realize the woman had followed her.

The thumping music in the main room covers up her shout as hands grab her and shove her into the wall. There’s no one else in the room.

She punches at the woman, falling back on her Hunter training and the sparring she did with Sylus. Her hand connects with a square jaw. The woman that followed her in was now a man, fitting the description of the suspect to a T. A fist in return crashes against her cheek. Before she can call for help, a hand covers her mouth, shoving her head back into the hard wall. He grabs her hair, dislodging the hairpin and loosening the tight bun. She claws at his arms. She tries to reach for his face. The hand in her hair pulls her off the wall and to the ground. She stares up at her assaulter, trying to figure a way out of this mess when the door is behind him and she’s being backed into a corner.

She doesn’t have to think for long.

You grab the man by his hair and kick in the back of his knee. He falls like dead weight, and you direct that momentum into slamming him against the wall she’d just been pressed up against. His face impacts with a harsh crack. His glasses are skewed on his face, and blood drips freely from his nose.

You turn sharply toward Miss Hunter. You approach so fast, she’s scared you’re going to attack her next. She holds up her arms in defense on pure instinct. You just huff and grab her arms, hauling her back up to her feet. Her back is against the wall again, but as a support this time. You push her arms down from her face.

She gasps when you grab her chin, tilting her head this way and that, studying her. You frown at the early bruises beginning to form around her mouth and the cut along her cheekbone. The distinct shape of fingertips slowly start to darken where the man had silenced her. You let her go in favor of checking the rest of her over, searching for any more injuries. Thankfully, you find none. You finally meet her eyes.

She has no idea what to make of you anymore. You’ve hated her guts ever since she was dragged into the N109 Zone. You tease and taunt her through your actions, glare at her when she talks with Sylus. You even climbed into his lap once when she was connected to him by that red energy, curling up to him like a damn cat. And now here you are, checking her for injuries when you could be worried about securing the target.

You reach past her head and pull out the hairpin. You hold it pointedly in front of her face and raise a brow at her, silently questioning why she didn’t use it. She sheepishly takes it from your fingers, flushing with embarrassment.

“I forgot,” she mutters.

You step away. Sylus’s voice comes in over the earpiece. “I’m glad you two are finally getting along,” he teases. You catch the truth in his words, honing in on the nearby security camera to glare at him. He chuckles richly. “I’m on my way.”

A quiet click alerts you before anything else. You slam your shoulder against the wall beside Miss Hunter, covering her with your body just as a loud bang and a sharp burn skids across your neck. The door slams open. She peers around you to watch Sylus’s Evol disintegrate the gun in the target’s hand. It’s small, easily concealable. Sylus lifts the man up by his scruff and shoves him at the twins.

“Deal with him,” he orders gruffly. It’s a far cry from how he sounded just seconds ago, but the blood at your neck hadn’t escaped his notice. Just a little to the side and you would be dead. The thought alone terrified him.

Miss Hunter watches him quickly cross the distance, turning you to fully face him so he can assess the damage. It’s not too bad, thankfully. Deep enough to bleed for a bit, but shallow enough it didn’t hit anything major. He grabs a few napkins from the table at the center of the room and presses them down on the wound. You replace his hands to keep the pressure yourself, nodding your head toward her. She feels just as under scrutiny under his stare as she did under yours. He sighs.

“I’ll have the medic look you over when we get back. You might want to hide those bruises from your boss for a few days, sweetie. People will start to wonder just what you get up to in your spare time.”

She flushes with the implications and hits his arm. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “I’m not the one who lost me on the cameras.”

He scoffs. “Blame the twins, sweetie. It’s their oversight that led to this.” He gestures to the hairpin still clutched in her hands. “You had the means to defend yourself. Use them next time.”

Before their bickering can go on, you step between them to grab more napkins from the table. The old ones stick to your bloody skin when you pull them away. You quickly replace them. Seeing your injury was enough to shut them both up, no matter how minor it really was. You turn to leave.

“Thank you,” Little Miss says quickly, trying to get it out before you step out the door. You look at her, expression neutral if not a bit exasperated. She offers a smile. It looks jarring against the purpling bruises, but you nod anyway. You glance at Sylus, then exit the backroom to go wait in the car.

“They must like you,” Sylus comments with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and smacks him again on her way out. “Shut up or I’ll stab you with the hairpin.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

You sit still, eyes closed and head tilted to the side, as Sylus tends to the bullet-made cut on your neck. He has you up on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs as he gently disinfects and bandages the area. Once it is securely protected from outside elements, he brushes a kiss over it.

“Thank you for protecting her,” he whispers. You open your eyes and tilt your head back up to look at him. His expression is so open, genuine. He really means it; not that you needed to see it to know that. “I know you two didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”

You give him a wry smile. You look away from his face to seek out his hand, resting on the counter beside you. He offers no resistance as you pick it up, your palm to the back of his hand as you intertwine your fingers together and draw him up to your lips. You close your eyes as you press a kiss to his palm, before nuzzling into it. “I know you’re mine,” you whisper back. You look back up at him, resting your cheek in his hand. “And… Mephisto is starting to like her.”

He chuckles softly. “Oh? Is that all?” He smiles at your little nod. Mischief flickers in your eyes before you shut them to press your face into his hand some more. It’s endearing. You’ve let yourself relax around him, allowed yourself to indulge in his touch like this. Which reminds him…

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, trailing his hand to your jaw to guide your attention back to him. There’s a slight furrow in his brow and something heavy in his eyes. “What happened on your end?”

Ah. Caught red handed. You avoid his eyes in favor of following the line of his nose, the dip of his cupid’s bow.

He leans forward to nudge his nose against yours, drawing you back into his gaze once more. “Tell me.��

“The dancer…” You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “I got distracted.”

He knows exactly what you mean. He cradles your face with purpose, fingers pressing lightly to the back of your neck, keeping you close as he rests his forehead against yours. “No more clubs for a while,” he promises. “Someone else can deal with them.”

You can’t disagree, not when you got someone else on the mission hurt because of the environment getting to you. For all your pouting about being relegated to watch, you know he always had good intentions for keeping you off the ground.

He pulls away, but not without leaving a kiss on your forehead. He flips the hold you have on his hand to be holding yours so he can help you off the counter. “The chef is making your favorite. It should be finished by now.”

He swears he falls a little more in love with the way your eyes light up in excitement. The little bounce in your step as you drag him down to the kitchen mirrors the skip of his heart. And when you see Miss Hunter there, thanking you again for saving her, you even offer her a slight smile.

Sitting at the dining table, the Twins bickering with Little Miss and you sneaking his robotic crow bits of food that he doesn’t need, he’s never felt more at home.

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redsector-a · 27 days ago

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Please note: This is a little snippet from a fusion of The Pitt with Stephen King's The Stand. If I ever finish the fic it will take a while. This snip will include reference to several characters having died offscreen (The Stand starts out with a flu virus that kills basically 99% of the population for those unfamiliar). There is also a suicide attempt and an allusion to a different attempt. This has not been beta read.

It is Mel/Langdon pre-relationship which is why I am sharing it for Kingdon week.

Day Four - Alternate Universe

Frank suddenly felt with a certainty that shook him that everyone here was dead except for him.

Things got worse somehow when he made it inside, the only saving grace being the fact that there was some auxiliary power still on. A generator maybe? The solar panels they’d installed to take advantage of a grant that would cover their instillation and bank additional funds into the hospital budget? There were bodies everywhere. Everywhere, everywhere. God, so many fucking bodies. He wasn’t sure what he expected It was silent too. Nothing beeping or squawking. No ONE screaming or groaning.

Everyone.

The lighting was somewhat limited, but more than adequate for him to make out the faces, the bodies, or at least the ID tags of the people he’d once worked with. Some of which he’d called friends. It took a minute for him to realize his hands were shaking as he slowly moved through the remains of the chaos. Even with the mask the smell was intense and he had to pause every so often as he made his rounds, performing a self imposed duty to at least cover the faces of the people he had known, say a little prayer to a god he didn’t believe in (but just in case) that they had found peace in the end. He should have tried to bury them, that would have been the most proper thing to do, but there were just so many of them. He wouldn’t be able to move them all, not with any dignity left for them.

Not without fucking up his back. A whisper sounded in his head – selfish, selfish, horrible man.

There were two security guards with their guns out of the holsters, one still clutched in a dead hand, the other having been dropped when the guard had fallen. And it was at that point that a bulb went on in Frank’s mind about what had been strange with a few bodies both out and inside. They had GSWs. Some staff beyond the guards did too he realized, Matteo laying with a shot to the back, like he’d been trying to protect the med student – what had her name been again? Javadi?

He had dry heaves several times but carried on until he thought he’d gotten each member of staff he could find. He was dripping with sweat, his back was starting to grumble, and he glanced with longing towards the drug locker.

No.

He had to focus.

He had to know.

And so he searched, the computer, still running, still able to access the hospital databases somehow, but he found nothing to indicate Tanner had been to the ER at all. Piles of paper strewn about but nothing with any iota of information he needed.

With a heavy sigh he made his way to the roof. Just to cool off and get some fresh air, he told himself. Get at least a somewhat higher vantage point on the rest of the city. Just to think and clear his head. Frank almost believed himself too.

The breeze was refreshing on his sweaty hair and skin as he gingerly sat down on the inside of the railing, though he wasn’t noticing his back at the moment, his mind too caught up in circles that wanted to turn into spirals and carry him downwards.

Frank hadn’t seen anyone else alive since he’d left the center, and even those last few had been sick and were most likely dead by now. His parents had had it, he could tell talking to them on the phone before the worst days had hit. Therefore there wasn’t a guarantee that whatever immunity he had would have translated to Tanner. It hadn’t to Maisie…his breath caught as he thought of his daughter but he managed to hold off on crying somehow. Even if his own immunity had translated to Tanner he hadn’t been in the house. Tanner was four, he wouldn’t be able to survive outside on his own.

Statistically there were probably what? Less than a thousand people left in Pittsburgh proper? A few more thousand in the surrounding metro? People that would probably need a shit ton of help to stay alive. Doctors being especially important. Frank could be useful, he could be important again.

Suddenly he was standing on the outside of the railing, the revolver he’d taken from in front of the security guard’s outstretched hand in his. Everyone he had known and loved was gone. He wasn’t strong enough for this. If he hadn’t been a fucking addict he at least would have been with his kids when they died. He could have helped at the hospital. But he was nothing but a weak and useless man. Between the shot and the fall off the roof surely that would finish the job this time.

He raised the pistol and closed his eyes as he opened his mouth. The door to the roof flew open with a crash but he paid it no attention.

“Doctor Langdon!!”

It took a second for everything to register. His name and title, shouted by a familiar voice. The sounds of someone running across the roof. And then:

“Doctor Langdon?” Softer. Concerned. The steps slowed and then faltered.

“Mel?” He turned, just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. She couldn’t possibly be there, could she?

Her eyes flicked to the gun in his hand and she made a strange little noise he’d never heard before, something devastated and lost and the expression on her face when she looked back at him…

“Mel!” The pistol was flung over the side and then he was on the other side of the railing flinging his arms around her and pulling her in tight against him. “Mel. Mel, god…” Frank couldn’t stop saying her name for some reason. Just ‘Mel, oh god Mel,’ and the like, over and over. He realized after a moment, after a little of his shock had worn off, that he was holding her ridiculously tightly. They were no strangers to hugs, but this was beyond that, the desperate clutch of survivors of a horrific event, and he hadn’t even asked her if he could. He made to loosen his grip, an apology on his lips, when Mel fisted her hand in the back of his shirt, keeping him close.

“No don’t, please-” she took a shaky breath against him – she was crying, he realized feeling particularly dumb and slow – “I need-” It’s his turn to make an inarticulate noise; something soft, wounded – and she tightened her arms around him, makes a few soothing noises against him, offering him support just after she’d asked him for her own.

Notes part two: I mean yeah it's dark, trust me, I know. lol But if you-liked might be a strong word lbr, but if you liked anything please let me know. It's been a minute since I did this.

They stood together like that for a long time, crying for everything they’d both lost, crying over the fact that they somehow still had each other.

#kingdon #kingdon week #melangdon #kingdonweek2025 #langdonmel

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Make Your Move - Chapter 6

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

A/N: She’s back! A little thing; a minimal scene in this chapter may seem similar to a sound deck scene in Unveiled Hearts by @thefallennightmare. I noticed it after I read her story (which I love), but I chose not to rewrite my scene. No copying here, just great minds thinking alike <3

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Content and Warnings for Ch. 6: Lots of fluff and more dating! AHH, some suggestive content, some smut 18+, hands stuff (hand job/fingering etc), almost caught, semi-public

Word Count: 8k

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After Noah and you had your late-night tryst in the showers of the venue, the walk back to the bus felt desolate. You walked alone through the hallways and into the dark, humid night as you exited the venue into its back alleyway.

The grin on your face wanted to stay there; you wanted to be elated that both of the men that you were attracted to wanted you. However, your face falls when you realize that Matt was right: you’re not being fully truthful to him, or Noah.

You feel it’s hard to swallow when you think back to just ten minutes ago. Noah asked what you wanted to speak to him about and you dodged the question. Wanting to believe that your brain was foggy from the sight of Noah’s body, and that kiss, was half of your reasoning for lying, but the other half is that you really couldn’t bear telling Noah the truth.

Outside of the bus, you pace the side of it while listing the options available to you: don’t tell the two men that you kissed both of them the same night and risk their friendship and your relationship with them once they find out, or do tell them and risk it all anyway.

Everything about the situation made you feel gross and at a loss. If only you told Noah about Matt’s confession, then maybe you wouldn’t feel like you’re on track to manipulating them both in the process.

“Why?” You yell out into the night, holding your head in your hands.

You calm your senses and walk to hop onto the bus to head to Nashville, Tennessee. While in bed, you finally decide you should come clean to both of them as soon as possible to save you the heartache. In contrast to your decision, you thought, why not indulge yourself in the fantasy you had never thought possible?

—

A constant buzzing tone from your phone wakes you in the morning; you turn over in your bunk to grab it while noticing the bus isn’t moving. You must be outside of the Nashville venue already.

Without checking the caller ID, you hold the phone close to your ear and mumble, “Hello?”

“Good morning, loser, get out of bed,” Matt's voice is loud in your ear. You pull your phone away from your head and wipe the sleep from your eyes before responding.

“You’re such a bully, let me sleep,” you whine and check the time. Ten AM. It’s a bit later than when you would usually wake up. “Where are you?”

“I’m finishing a run with Noah. I’m on my way back to the venue, but he decided to go the extra mile,” he answers.

“Oh,” you’re lucky the fact that you just woke up can hide the lack of enthusiasm in your voice. You hope with everything in you that they didn't share the things they did with you the night before. They could have been laughing at you. They could’ve been plotting to “dump” you. They could be planning to fire you from the tour. Clenching your eyes closed to push back these intrusive thoughts you finally respond, “Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, it was,” he says, unfazed by your tone. “Anyway, I called because I was wondering if you had plans at, let’s say, noon?”

“Yes, I plan to rot in bed with my phone six inches from my face until they need us to work later,” you explain, matter-of-factly.

“So you’re saying you wouldn't want to go out on a date with me?”

This shocks you awake and you sit up on your bunk. The crown of your head bumps the top of the enclosed space, “Ouch, fuck!”

Matt laughs over the phone, but questions, “You good?”

“Yeah, I just banged my head on the top of my bunk.” You rub the throbbing spot on your head as you return to reality, “You’re asking me out?”

“Yup,” he pops the “P” in the word. Even though he isn’t there with you, you can just see the smug look on his face. “There’s a hot chicken place I’ve been wanting to try since we’re in Nashville and I thought I should finally take you out. You know, just you and me, like we said.”

You never thought that this day would come, but you remember your decision to be open and honest with the two boys. This would be the first time you addressed the elephant in the room, “Does it still bother you that I went out with Noah a few days ago?”

He hums softly. “I’m getting over it. I did give you two permission,” he says. “But, I figured, since I told you how I felt last night… and our kiss,” he pauses again, “you would want to start hanging out with me, too. Just not as friends.”

You bite your lip and sway in your bunk. “You want to date me,” you sing in his ear, teasingly.

“Don’t make me take it back, Y/N,” he grumbles.

“Okay, okay! Yes, I’ll go out with you,” you say quickly. “I’ll be ready at 11:45! Is it close by?”

“Sure is, we can walk there together. Wear something cute,” you can hear the smirk in his voice again.

“I will,” you sing. “Matt?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to let me hold your hand?” You ask, hopefully.

“Maybe, if you’re good,” he laughs before hanging up the phone.

—

You’re dressed up in your favorite casual date outfit. It’s only a few minutes until you need to meet Matt outside the bus.

Adjusting your hair and accessories, you look into the bus bathroom mirror. The jitters that have shaken your body since the moment he asked out over the phone have not stopped, and really, it’s getting worse. You have to keep your jaw clenched to keep your teeth from chattering. The only thing that can help you is seeing him.

You huff and head down the hallway to the front room. Jolly and Folio sit on the couch on their phones, relaxing.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jolly says. “Where are you going?”

Folio looks up from his phone too, “Yeah? Damn, you look good, I like that outfit.”

Your cheeks flush at their compliments, but you realize you don’t feel comfortable with them knowing that you have been on a date with Noah and are now going on one with his best friend. “I’m going for lunch with Matt,” you tell them a half-truth. Lying seems to be in your repertoire these days.

“Oh, cool. Where are y’all going?” They say in unison.

“It’s a hot chicken restaurant he knows about,” you tell the truth.

“Shit, that sounds good. Could we come with y’all?” Folio asks, excitedly.

Folio, please. “I would love that, but we're going to do some catching up as friends,” you give him a sorry smile and offer to take him there another day while you’re still in town.

“It’s all good,” he shrugs. ‘Y’all have fun.”

You wave them goodbye, “See you later for the show boys.”

“Bye, Y/N!” They sing as you exit the bus onto the concrete of the venue alley.

Matt leans on the brick wall of the venue looking at his sneakers.

“Hey, handsome,” you compliment him. His outfit is different than usual. It’s not that different, however, you could tell he had his idea of a casual date outfit, too. Your chest flutters at the thought of him getting ready for you.

Matt looks up at you at the sound of your voice. A smile slowly creeps on his lips and builds to a toothy, shit-eating grin.

“I see you wore a clean, oversized tee today,” you tease him while looking him up and down. “And, camo cargo pants? That’s so hot.”

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes. “I think that I look best without clothes, but I dont think Hattie B’s would allow that,” he jokes.

You tend to agree with that statement. He looks like a God when he is down to a pair of fitted boxer briefs. Besides the other features of his physique, below the belt, you’ve only ever taken a good look at his ass. You know that your life would be over if Matt were ever to catch you ogling his bulge, so even after countless sleepovers and pool days, you have no clue what he might be packing.

“Is that the restaurant we’re going to?” You ask as he comes to your side to start your walk.

“Mhm,” he hums. “By the way, you look,” you catch him sneaking a glance over to you, “amazing.”

“Thanks, babe,” you nudge his shoulder.

A ghost of a smile makes his lip curl upwards. He doesn't want you to notice, but you do. “I’m already regretting sharing my feelings with you,” he grunts before taking his hand in yours. His thumb rubs over the top of it softly and you smile to yourself as you walk down the city sidewalk, side by side.

—

“Can you order for me, Matt? I need to use the restroom,” you ask him.

“Yeah, I know what you like,” Matt agrees while staring up at the menu overhead at the ordering counter.

That was something that you loved about him and something you wouldn't get from Noah, not at this point. Matt remembers everything. The second you tell him you love something, your goals, even something you're just remotely interested in it’s like he has a notes app page open about it. Matt tends to order your food for you when you go out back at home, but if you order he’ll speak up for you if you’re too shy to ask for something specific.

“Could I have three chorizo breakfast tacos, please?” You would ask at your two’s favorite taco shop on Sunday mornings. Matt would give you a stare and a subtle head tilt to mention your customization, but when you don't.

“With salsa on the side. Not on top, please. She doesn't like it,” he would say for you before handing over his card.

You haven't realized it until now, looking into the bathroom mirror, but you have been comparing the two men you've been involved with and you don't like it. It’s not like you should have the privilege of comparing either of them anyway. Your choice to have one, for peace, is completely null. You could only hope to enjoy your time with the two of them until everything goes to hell.

Enough, you say to yourself roughly. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy your date. You wash your hands with warm water; the temperature change and the sweet scent from the soap soothes your senses.

You walk back out into the restaurant lobby and spot Matt sitting alone at a booth. His leg bounces up and down as he looks out the building window.

Walking up to sit across from him, he jokes, “You didn’t fall in did you?”

You giggle and get settled in your seat, “No, I was just nervous, I guess. I was taking a second to myself.”

“How do you feel now?” Matt reaches across the table from you and holds his hand in yours.

“Better,” you smile. He continues tracing circles with the pad of his thumb on your hand just like he did on your way here. Just on the soft skin of your palm, this time. “So, what did you order me?”

“I got you the mild spicy sandwich with fries. I think I got us a side of mac and cheese to share,” Matt purses his lips. “I got myself the hot sandwich with fries. You can try mine, but I know you’re not too into spicy stuff,” he shrugs.

You both speak at the same time.

“Thank you–” “Unless, it’s books–

“Matt,” you squeeze his hand in yours while making “What the fuck?” eyes to him. Ducking your head, you look around the restaurant to make sure no one overheard him. “Don't talk about my book.”

“You read it in public,” he says matter of factly. “I can talk about something that you do in public.”

“Reading on the bus isn't in public,” you defend. Heat travels up your neck to your cheeks like it usually did when Matt and you got on to the topic of sex. It happens often, and you hate that you don't mind it.

He shrugs and starts to laugh at himself. “I’ve Googled the title, by the way, I know what you've been reading about, Y/N.”

You decide to play his game. After over a year of dealing with him, you have found that the best way to combat his taunting is to do it right back. “Oh, really,” you tilt your head at him. “What is it about then? Describe it to me.”

Matt lets go of your hand and adjusts his hat. This is his common tell that he would rather change the subject, but in proper Matt fashion, he wants to play with you. “If I remember correctly,” he pauses while looking up at the ceiling, “It’s about a woman who moves into the house next door to this hot guy. Hot guy is a boudoir photographer? She does his marketing in exchange for him to teach her how to fuck. I stole your copy to check for myself and I remember the guy laying her out on top of a counter—”

“Uhm, I have the mild and hot sandwiches with a side of mac and cheese?” The woman delivering your food squeaks out.

“That’s us, thank you,” Matt coughs out.

“Thank you,” you say as they start to dart away from your table.

You and him stare into each other’s eyes with blank faces waiting for the employee to walk far enough away before you can react.

Once they have walked through the swinging door to the kitchen Matt is in hysterics laughing across from you. His keeling over the side of the table just so you can see the pleasure on his face a bit closer.

“Why did you just explain my sex book in front of the employee?” You cover your face with your hands.

“You asked me to! You did this to yourself,” he continues to chuckle while shoving a fry into his mouth.

“Also, I haven't got to the part you’re talking about, so thanks for the spoiler,” you huff before also taking a fry and shoving it in your mouth. “Shit, this is good,” you moan and relax your shoulders.

“Is that how you moan when—”

“Matt, I’m on my knees—,” you glare at him before he can interrupt you. “I’m begging you, could we please talk about something else?”

“Sure,” he calms and starts eating. “I wanted to thank you for saying “yes” to coming out with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was nervous that you might just want to see how things go with Noah,” he admits.

“Matt, I have had the biggest crush on you since, like, a month into knowing you? There’s no way I would pass up the opportunity for a date. I just—”

“What’s wrong?”

Here we go. “I just don't want everyone to know that I’ve been on a date with Noah and you. I feel sleazy.”

“It’s going out. It’s innocent,” he shrugs and bites into his sandwich. Talking with his mouth full, “You let me know if anyone tries giving you shit for it. I’ll beat their ass.” He swallows his bite. “If it will make you feel better, I don’t mind you saying that we’re doing stuff as friends. I’ll do the same. It’s pretty normal for us to be alone since people know we've known each other for a long time.”

Thank God. “I’m glad you feel that way,” you start. “Something happened with Noah. I need to—,”

“Tell me later?” He interrupts and then shakes his head, “Sorry, I don’t want to talk about him on our date. I just want to hear about you.”

“Okay,” you nod. Fuck, don’t take the out. You need to tell him, you think. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he smiles. “Here, try this sauce. Shit’s good.”

You and Matt spend the next hour at the restaurant eating and chatting away. He feeds you fries and lets you try his sandwich. Which ultimately, as he predicted, would make you chug your drink down to get another refill.

He asks you to tell him about your aspirations again as your legs are intertwined with his underneath the table. He always listens to you so intently with a furrowed brow. It’s intimidating as all you want to do is impress him. However, Matt has never made you apologize for being yourself: for liking what you like, or for dreaming big dreams.

He reminds you of his goals in life and your chest has that familiar tingle by the way his face glows when he talks about them. He shows you his favorite pictures of his dogs that you have seen time and again. He gives you countless, soft-spoken affirmations and praise about how you look, the jokes you tell him, and your work ethic. He tells you how great you’ve been doing at your job. He’s proud of you and date Matt, romantic Matt… isn’t afraid to show it.

You feel loved. He’s in love with you.

—

Matt invited you to watch the show from the sound deck again tonight.

You agreed, excitedly, the butterflies in your stomach have yet to die down after your first date with him this afternoon. The smile on his face wouldn’t dissipate either.

The crew teased about how sweet he treated them when you two came in to check up on them after returning from getting lunch.

“What’s got you so excited, Dierkes?” Kooter, Bad Omen’s drum tech, teased from behind Matt while massaging his shoulders.

“Fuck off, go help Folio,” Matt said, brushing Kooter off. His tone showed itself to be negative, however, you love the way his lips turned up at the ends as he turned back to face you. His eyes smile too as they meet yours as if to say, “You’re what I’m excited about, Y/N.”

The crew set everything up as organized and as detailed as it would be if you two were there to manage the process, and the gig began as usual.

Later in the night, you stand at Matt’s side in the sound deck to prepare for Bad Omens to begin their set of the night. It would be two whole days since you would return to work after spending some time in Nashville before moving on to the next tour stop. Looking around the room, you take it all in, to save the excitement and fulfillment that your job brings to you every night. Fans line and lean over the railings of the balcony seats at both sides of the room; chatting and patiently waiting for the band’s introduction to the stage.

A group of women, around your age, stand in front of the sound deck barrier. They're laughing and taking pictures and you hear one of them dare another to ask Matt for a photo, too. He doesn't seem to notice, but the women catch your curious stare, they nod and motion for you to tap on his shoulder. You take a step closer to him, “Matt, do you want to take a picture?” You ask while lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention.

He turns to you, immediately. “Yeah,” He smiles and begins to pull his phone from his jogger’s pocket.

“Oh, sorry, not with me,” you giggle, patting his arm. “Them,” you nod your head the ladies waiting hopefully and excitedly across from you two.

“Oh, sure,” he smile falls a tad, but returns to assure you. “I’ll be right back, okay? Then there’s something I want to show you.” He steps off to the side closer to the metal barrier that separates the crowd and yourselves and you watch as the group’s faces light up at him. They cover their mouths in excitement and mouth to each to “be chill or be calm”. It’s hard to read their lips.

The way they feel right now is how you would be reacting to meeting him or Noah in an alternative universe where Matt and you had never met on that walk that one day. Every time you're invited back to the sound deck, you feel like a fan again.

Matt says, “Have fun!” to the group and returns to your side. “So, I was thinking about something cool you could do if you’re interested?”

“Sure,” you raise an eyebrow at him as he walks a couple of feet over to the lighting board on the table.

“Do you want to control the lights during the Concrete Jungle call and response thing?” He pats the console.

“What? Me?” You say, shocked, yet excited. “Hell yes, but what if I mess it up?”

“It’s super easy, not even you could mess it up,” he teases and you give him an eye roll. “I swear. All you have to do is control these two faders; up for brightening down for dimming, and you just lead the crowd to chant “Jun-gle” using the lights. You’ve seen it almost every night for the past week, you’ll be fine.”

“I’ll do it,” you nod slowly.

“Here, practice,” he grabs your hands to rest them on the correct sliders on the board. He’s soft when he guides your fingers to push the sliders upward, slowly, which gradually brightens the lights overhead the stage. Various groups of fans cheer in the crowd for the lighting, hopeful it’s a sign for their show to begin. Matt guides your fingers back down the board and the lights dim to black again. “Now, do it yourself, just faster,” he leans back on his foot and crosses his arms over his chest watching you experiment with the sliders.

“Ok,” you let out a quick breath. Your heart beats fast in your chest, but you would have time to settle your nerves as you wouldn’t have to do this until Dethrone, their final song of the night. “I think I have the hang of it.”

“Good, because that’s all you,” he says. “Sometimes I forget that you're a fan of all of this. I want you to have more of these experiences,” Matt leans in close to your ear, in hopes only you would hear him. “I know I can be an ass, but you deserve to have the time of your life on this tour. I want this to work out.”

“Yeah, I know,” you squish his cheeks with your fingers. He reels back and swats your hand away, but laughs with you before returning to his soundboard and set up. Once he’s out of earshot, you mumble, “I want all of this to work out too, believe me.”

—

You sang to yourself and danced at a volume that wouldn’t take Matt's or fans' attention from the stage as you stand with him tonight.

While you were still reeling from your day with Matt, you still missed Noah. Your heart yearned for them equally, although it is hard to forget the six words that came out of Matt’s mouth last night. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” It has been on repeat all day.

The nights you weren’t invited into the sound deck you would stand sidestage and would get hyped up with Folio as he passed you funny looks from his drum throne. Noah would partake in the antics, too, when it wouldn’t take away from his performance. Like: Having dance-offs with you when the audience thinks he’s dancing alone, or giving you eyebrows and a smirk at certain parts of his lyrics, and when he undresses down to a tank top mid-set.

Tonight, you don’t have to hide your gaze on his hands as he lifts his overshirt above his head. The way the muscles in his back and biceps flex involuntarily by the motion makes you shutter.

It was the same feeling you felt the first time watching him live. The bass of his growls coming through the stage monitors vibrate in your chest and makes your thighs clench. Sometimes, you wonder how long he can hold his breath as he holds on to notes and screams. You imagine his tattooed hands spreading and gripping your thighs apart uneager to come up for air as he feasts on your aching cunt.

Matt can’t hear your thoughts even standing a few feet from you, but you feel like he can so you sneak cautious glances over at him when these delicious thoughts pass through your mind to he if he reacts in any way.

The show was coming up to ‘Dethrone’. Noah has nearly finished his first encore of the night and you take your place in front of the lighting board with your fingers touching lightly on the sliders Matt showed you earlier.

While waiting patiently for Noah’s cue to you, he finds your eyes in the sound deck. His dark eyes match yours directly. Surely, he can’t be looking at you? You wonder. You feel like a fan in the crowd who’s just made eye contact with their favorite band member for the first time. He nods at you, and then he begins.

“Concrete,” he growls into the mic before ticking his fore and middle fingers at you twice.

“Jungle!” You slide the light faders in tandem and they glow above the stage with each syllable the crowd screams.

Noah and you go back and forth. His eyes never leave yours, even as he paces back and forth on the stage, and he successfully directs you through his chant. The room is packed as it’s a sold-out show, but you feel as though it’s only you two present.

He tosses you a proud smile as he begins ‘Dethrone’ and it makes your legs melt.

Fuck, he’s so hot. Distracted by him, you hadn’t realized the number of times he had unintentionally made you blush and make the hairs on your neck rise. Let alone let you realize the growing need for him building up fast in your abdomen. You want any part of him, and preferably more than a kiss tonight.

You watch him perform their final song in awe; you can imagine your tongue rolling out of your mouth and drooling onto the pit floor.

—

After fans have fully exited the venue, you’re left with Matt in the sound deck with a couple of other guys from the crew.

You catch Matt yawning and he asks, “Are you sleepy yet?”

“I’ve found I have a lot of energy after each show. I’m gonna stay up for a bit,” you explain. Your lying streak made this fib too easy to tell. While you had a lot of energy, it wasn’t because of the music or the atmosphere, it was because of Noah. Impulsive thoughts appear like demonic ghouls floating around in your head whenever your sexual needs aren’t met. You wanted so badly to throw yourself at Noah the second you saw him next; to re-do your first kiss? To go even further? However, you can’t, if Matt is to be too close tonight. He was learning to be okay with you having gone on a date with Noah, but you’re unsure of his reaction if he were to find out about you doing anything more.

“I want to try to get to the showers first, but I should get all of this down so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning,” he stretches.

“Go and shower, get to bed,” you rub Matt’s shoulder with care. “I’m gonna stay here and help out.”

“M’Kay,” he yawns again. “Goodnight, Y/N. Make sure my stuff gets packed up real nicely. You’re the only one I trust.”

“Yes sir,” you give him a faux salute as he walks off toward the back of the venue. You smile at him, but your stomach lurches. He trusts you. He’s in love with you! I am being manipulative, you think guiltily.

You spend around forty-five minutes tearing down the sound deck making sure to pack Matt’s equipment, cords, wires, and laptops carefully away. You handled his things with care, even though you were half-distracted by the throbbing between your legs.

“Y/N,” a male voice calls from behind you.

It’s a crew member’s voice. Their usual lighting and production tech who helps Matt in the sound deck. “Hm?” You turn around to meet his face.

“Go ahead and wind down for the night. We’ll take care of the rest,” he nods toward the back of house. “Thanks for helping.”

“Of course, anytime. Goodnight everyone,” you set what you’re working on down and start walking toward Bad Omen’s green room with a sense of urgency.

Once inside, you grab your bag, your nighttime relaxation clothes, and the clean towel you pack in case you want to take a late-night shower. Tonight you do, but you doubt you’re going to be doing your wash routine.

Please be in here and alone. Please.

“Noah, are you in here?” You call out his name as you push open the door to the showers. The layout of the room is more like a locker room than the past showers you have used at other venues. One side of the room is lined with sizable shower stalls with floor-length curtains for privacy, while the other side of the room has a wall of lockers and benches. On them, you notice Noah’s backpack and nicely folded clothing. His boots sit together underneath the glossy, wooden bench.

“I’m in the second stall,” he talks over the sound of the steaming water raining down over him. A light mist rises over the top of his curtain and dissipates as it hits the ceiling. You can’t see him the way you could the night before.

You bite your lip anxiously. What are you doing? You ask yourself. Your body feels hot by how turned on you are and it keeps you warm as you strip yourself naked. Pulling your panties down your legs, you notice a prominent wet spot accumulated by the pool of your arousal. You stuff all of your belongings into an empty locker and softly click it closed.

His name falls from your lips before you can catch it, “Noah?”

It wasn’t in your plan for him to poke his head through the curtain, but he does. “Yeah?” His voice is innocent, but his eyes widen once he sees the sight of you. Your arms bravely stick to your sides to allow him to gain you in full. “Shit,” he hisses under his breath while making haste with the outline of your body. You watch his eyes roam you as you stand there in heavy silence before he opens the curtain a little more to invite you inside. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says as you stand in front of him. Once you’re in the stall, you feel like his eyes will never leave yours. So, if you tried to sneak a peek anywhere but his face, he would most definitely know.

“Thank you,” your cheeks feel hot. “Is it okay if I shower with you?”

“Mhm,” he nods and hums. His low tone reverberates against the walls of the shower stall. “I was hoping you would. You have no idea the thoughts that have been running through my head since last night.”

His admission makes you feel tingly. “I hope I’m not moving too fast. This feels so out of character for me,” you shake your hands out.

“I want to move as slow or as fast as you do,” he confides to you in a low tone. His fingers reach to the crook of your neck and trace down your shoulder, to your bicep, to your forearm, and rest to intertwine with your fingers.

“You looked so good on stage tonight,” you admit as you look up at him with shining eyes. “Every night, I watch you perform, and it—,”

“And what?” Noah steps into your bubble. The tips of your breasts just barely graze his skin.

“I get so turned on,” you’re nearly talking into his clavicle. He slightly shutters as your breath hits his skin. “Noah, I’m so pent up, it hurts.”

“I can help,” he nods and his wet bangs sway. You watch the water from his hair drip onto your chest. The varying temperature makes you shiver. He notices this. “Get yourself wet first,” he instructs while switching places with you for you to stand under the running shower head.

You run your hands through your hair and close your eyes to enjoy the heat. You feel the same tickly feeling on your breasts that you always feel around him, so you open your eyes to catch his gaze from your tits when you admit, “Noah, I swear I’m already wet.”

His laugh and toothy smile make you warm inside, as much as the hot water warms your skin on the outside. He leans in close to press a kiss into your cheek, “I want to feel how wet you are, Y/N. But first, I want you to look at me. I give you permission,” his shoulders shake as he laughs at you trying your best to look at every shiny tile that lines the stall rather than his nude form.

When he backs away, your eyes trail his body. The freckles on his shoulders are the first of what you see. You reach out to touch them, but his hands come to your bare hips to push you slowly until you’re both underneath the warm, running water. The water moves in slow motion and you follow it with your eyes as it hits his chest and drips lower to his stomach. His waistline is spotted with water droplets. You take one last big breath before letting your gaze fall to his groin. He’s half hard and the tattoos around his lower stomper and thighs surround his member like he’s a work of art. Your shoulders shake a tiny bit when you chuckle at the sight of his wet leg hair and impatient toes that are dancing, waiting for you to look back up at his face.

You look up to meet Noah’s eyes, but you can’t help but sneak glances at his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” you whisper to him as you wrap your hands behind his neck and pull him down into your kiss.

He hums against your lips as if to thank you. Noah’s arms wrap around your body as you detach and reattach to his mouth in fervor. He scratches your back with his nails and grips the skin of your back. He tastes so good, so fresh. Your tongues fight each other for dominance and you win.

Noah groans when he feels your hand caress down his stomach and slowly makes its way to wrap around his half-hard cock. He feels so warm in your hand like he’s blushing down there. You open your eyes while making out with him and his cheeks are glowing pink. The sight of his dick on your small hand gives you raging confidence and makes your heart burst.

You begin to stroke him while kissing him. He grows harder in your hands and grows longer, and thicker. You move your lips and teeth and attach them to the side of his neck as he allows heavy breaths to fall from his lips. “I like the way your cock hardens in my hand,” you moan in his ear.

Noah grips your ass and it makes you pull away from his neck to whine. “I like that,” he moans. “So fucking much, you don’t even know. But, I want to help you. You can make me cum another time.”

You bite your lip and nod.

“Spread your legs, just a little bit,” he commands in a low tone. You spread your legs apart and he praises, “Yeah, just like that.”

He dips his head to your left breast and latches on, tongue first, to the nipple while kneading your other breast with his hand fingers. Water splashes off to the sides of the shower as he presses himself into you.

“Ah,” you whine when his dominant hand leaves your chest to snake between your bodies to your core. The pads of his fingers find your clit and give you a firm press before sliding through your folds, curiously.

Your dazed eyes meet Noah’s as he pulls his hand from your cunt to show you the clear, slimy juices that drool down his fingers. “I really do turn you on, huh?” He boasts before sticking his fore and middle fingers between his lips and lapping your arousal away.

“Mhm,” you moan at the sight of him licking his fingers clean.

Noah plays with your nipples with his empty hand while the right one is brought back to your pussy. “Do you remember when I heard you say my name?”

“Hm?” You’re dizzy and can’t fully think of what he’s referring to.

“The second night of the tour. The morning after, I asked you if you needed to ask me a question because I heard you say my name,” he explains while rubbing your clit in expert figure-eights. “Noah.”

Your eyes shoot open and meet his eyes, but they’re attached to your lips. “I was touching myself. Thinking about you,” you admit while whining on his fingers.

Suddenly, his fingers pinch your clit gently, but with enough force to make you cry out, “Noah.” The pain makes you shutter and collapse against his form.

“I’ve been waiting to hear my name come from your perfect lips again,” he chuckles while pinching your nipples at the same time. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I was thinking about, fuck,” you grind against his hand as he releases your clit to palm your cunt. “I brought my favorite sex toys with me. I was imagining you using them on me.”

“We can do whatever you want,” he speaks low into your ear before kissing your neck. His longest fingers prod your entrance and tease your pussy with quick, shallow pumps. The palm of his hand presses firmly into your clit and you grab his forearm for balance. You feel it flex under your fingers. “Do you want to cum on my fingers?”

“Yes, please, I need you—,” you squeak out.

The sound of the locker room door swinging open causes Noah to turn you around and press your back against his chest. His hard cock rests against your ass and you want to grind on him so badly, to make him feel good too.

“Noah, could I borrow your phone charger? I’ve lost mine already,” you hear Nick call out to Noah from the entrance of the room.

Noah covers your mouth with his hand and you breathe softly through your nose. His other hand cautiously rubs circles on your throbbing, aching clit as he responds, “Yeah, Nick, that’s fine. You can find it in the second pocket of my backpack.”

You start to grind up against Noah feeling his dick harden against your skin, again, and his hand pressing hard into your private region. You need relief.

Nick’s footsteps echo through the room, and you can feel your heartbeat matching the pace of his steps; so quick and to the point.

Noah continues his movements but goes a bit further to test the waters. He uses his weight to hike you up a bit further and you get the sign to stand on your tiptoes and bend your knees just a bit. Noah reaches his fingers between your thighs again and dips them in your slick cunt, slowly.

Your eyes roll back into your head, and you do your best to stay silent. You hope the running shower can hide how your breath hitches as Noah curls his fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

“Nick, when you find it,” Noah’s voice vibrates against you, “you can keep it. I have two others in my bunk.”

“Thanks, man. I got it now. Good night!” Nick says before you hear his steps towards the door and the door closing behind him.

With Nick gone, you moan against Noah’s palm on your mouth freely. His fingers are slim, but they’re so long and reach the best spots inside of you. His thumb rubs your clit as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Such a good girl for staying quiet,” he praises and removes his hand from fully covering your mouth only to prod your lips with his fingers to stuff them between your teeth. “Now, be loud for me.”

His name is broken as you try to say it, “No-ahhhhh, ple—please!” Your eagerness for full relief drives you to grind harder on his fingers, so much, you're bouncing on them and doing the work for him.

Noah supports your hips so you don’t slip on the wet tile. “I know, I know,” he says daringly while kissing the crown of your head. “Go ahead and cum, you deserve it.”

“Fuck, thank you—,” you hiss as you reach up and tangle your fingers up into the back of his hair. You release on his fingers and he hooks them to repeatedly hit your G-spot as you ride through your high.

“That was so hot,” he praises into your ear. “But, let’s try not to get caught again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you laugh as you stand while holding the wall for support.

“Let me clean you up. We still need to actually take our showers,” he holds your waist and pulls you back into the water.

—

“Are the showers going to start being our new meeting place?” He chuckles as wraps your fresh towel around your shoulders. The one you stuffed into the locker when you came in. You patted yourself on the back for remembering to do it or else Nick would have definitely known you two were hearing together.

“Maybe,” you shrug at him with a smile. While you enjoyed your private meetings, you also wished you could say and do everything you wanted to you with him in front of everyone else. You could feel that keeping things secret was starting to get harder on your mental health. Sex is the main thing you don't mind keeping behind closed doors.

Noah’s head pops up as if he has had an epiphany. “Do you want to go on another date before we go to sleep?”

“Of course!” you match his excitement with your arms loosely wrapped around his waist.

“Good, because I already have an idea of where can go,” Noah reaches into the front pocket of his backpack to retrieve his phone. You peak at his screen as he opens his Yelp account and searches for the best milkshakes nearby.

—

Noah sits across from you in a black hoodie covering his hair. His lips are wrapped around one of the white and red striped bendy straws in your shared cookies and cream milkshake. He giggles as you pull out your phone to take a picture of him and his hand comes to cover your phone camera.

You playfully fight his hand away while snapping a couple of shaky pictures. “I need more pictures of you!” You whine. “You took so many of me when we were in Boston.”

“We can take one together,” he pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket and angles it towards your faces. You both take a sip from the shake and he takes a picture. He looks at it before showing you, “You’re so cute.”

“Mhm,” you hum, sipping through your straw. This milkshake was definitely in the top three of all you have ever had. Noah knows how to pick good places.

“So, tell me,” he sits up a little higher in his seat before leaning forward. “Everything. Everything about you that you didn't day on our first date.”

“Noah, it’s past midnight,” you chuckle, but he still looks at you with eager eyes. He wants to know you. Everything about you. You mentally note that one day you could reach the level of comfort that Matt and you have, and you want to try to get there with Noah. “We have the next two days to talk, too,” you kick your legs in excitement and he smiles when they brush him. It’s pretty easy to touch him; his long legs take up the majority of the space under the tiny table you’re sitting at. “What should we do with all of our free time?”

“I have one idea of how we can spend a lot of our time together,” he shrugs and gives you a knowing smile.

“What?” You giggle with your tongue on the straw.

“You could share a bed with me at the hotel we get to stay in for the next two nights,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows raise in intrigue, “Mmm.”

“We would have to have one other person to share our room with us for the room costs to be worth it, but I would get to sleep next to you for real, instead of across from you,” he plays with his hands over the table.

“We’ve slept next to each other every night on the bus,” you think out loud. “I would feel comfortable with that, I think.”

Noah moves his fidgeting to the strings of his hoodie. You love to watch how nervous he gets talking to you. It’s charming. “I really like the way we talk to each other across the short space between us when everyone else is asleep,” he admits and you pout your lip at him in awe. “I’ve never told you this, but sometimes I’ll stay up and watch you sleep when you forget to close your curtain.”

You lean forward and rest your hand on your cheek.

“Also, because I stay up,” he sips on his straw. “That’s how I knew about— you know?”

You gulp down the shake in your mouth so as not to choke on it. He’s referencing what he reminded you of earlier in the shower. Noah. “Oh, yeah, that.” Your face heats up.

One of his hands shoots towards your open hand resting on the table. “That didn’t bother me by the way,” he reassures. “I’m flattered, honestly. Feel free to think about me all the time.”

You giggle before watching his fingers interlace with yours.

“You make me really excited, Y/N. I haven’t thought about being in a relationship with anyone for a long time. I feel so preoccupied with so many other things, but when I think about that with you… it feels possible.”

“Noah, that feels so good to know,” you say softly, it’s almost a whisper. You feel vulnerable now. “You have no idea how much of a dream it is to get to know you that way I had when I was just a fan three months ago.”

“I love that you’re a fan, but you’re also my equal. I was pulled into you the second I saw you. I still think back to us sitting on the patio bench at the L.A. studio together,” he squeezes your hand.

“Me too,” you agree. You two sit in comfortable silence for a beat.

“You don’t have to tell me everything I need to know about you, yet,” he chuckles. But, before we go back, can I ask you two questions?”

You push the empty shake glass to the side and hold both of his hands in the center of the table. “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I want,” he says. “First, do you say yes to at least rooming with me at the hotel the next two nights?”

“Yes,” you nod with an excited smile. Whether you’ll have to live with the consequences of your answer or not, you’ll see.

“Lucky me,” he smiles. “Second—,” he takes his time to continue, “what are you looking for with your time with me? Is it just fun, a relationship… I want to know.”

#my favorite chapter yet!!#next time is WHEW #love you ty!#matt dierkes #noah sebastian #matt dierkes x reader #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfiction

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Kisses on fingertips

A call.

One simple call from them.

That's all it took.

For you to shatter completely.

The day had started just like every other day before, with the routine you had honed down over the years to get the kids to school on time. After dropping them off, he went to work, you went back home and later ran some errands.

You were just finishing up putting the groceries away, when the call came.

Without checking the caller ID, you hit the green button, answering the call.

“Hello?”

“Am I speaking with Mrs. Seresin?”

“Yes, you are”

“I am deeply sorry to bother you, but…”

Whatever the voice on the other end of the call said, was a complete haze to you apart from the part that you should come to the base as soon as possible.

So you did.

And how you wish you hadn't.

Because nothing could have prepared you for the news you were about to get the minute you stepped in those doors.

You saw both admiral Tom Kazansky and captain Pete Mitchell standing there waiting for you in the middle of the lobby, dressed in the white uniforms, forlorn looks on their faces.

Little bit to the left were his friends, his squadron, the people who he flew with almost daily. Also dressed in their whites, having similar expressions as the two men before your eyes.

As you walked forward, you looked down to admiral Kazansky’s hands, realizing he's holding something. As soon as you see what he's holding, your eyes get blurry with unshed tears.

Both captain Mitchell and admiral Kazansky take a step towards you, as you come to a stop just meters away from them.

Captain Mitchell stops a mere meter away as admiral Kazansky comes to stand right in front of you, placing the items in your right hand.

Few tears slip down your cheeks, when you receive the confirmation for what the items are. The white cowboy hat you are holding in your hand drops down to the floor.

They are dog tags and a picture that is slightly burned from the bottom right corner.

His dog tags with his wedding ring dangling in the chain.

His sunglasses.

Your picture.

Flag on the pole outside at half-mast.

People around you dressed in uniforms.

Your legs give out under you, and you collapse down to your knees right next to the hat. Still holding the items. Tears running down your cheeks. Admiral Kazansky kneeling in front of you, letting you sob against his shoulder.

You are watching as the wings get punched into his casket, silent tears streaming down your face.

Your kids are standing next to you, your oldest Benjamin holding your middle ones, Cade's hand and your youngest Eden holding the pant leg of Benjamin.

You walk forward as soon as the last person around the casket has left.

Crouching down, you place your forehead against the smooth wood surface of the casket. The folded flag rests on your lap.

After a while you straighten up, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on the surface right next to the golden wings.

The sky is greying by the minute, a few droplets of water starting to come down from the skies above. It's as if the sky is mourning with you.

Arriving home after the funeral, you just stand in the hallway that opens up to a living room, staring down at the flag in your hands. Everything seems so dull, like all the colors got sucked out of the world.

You walk to the kitchen, behind you on the shelf is a white cowboy hat, and on the floor there is a pair of worn boots.

In the kitchen you gently place the flag down on the table.

“Mom?”

You look at your seventeen year old son, who has a sorrowful look in his eyes.

Eyes that are just like his dad's.

You look at his features, every one of them bears a resemblance to him.

Him.

You can't even get yourself to think, let alone mention his name.

Jake.

At that thought your eyes start filling with tears again, Benjamin wraps his arms around you, soon you feel two sets of smaller arms wrap around you as well.

Cade.

Eden.

The four of you just stand in the kitchen while outside your home it's a downpour of rain, the flag still folded and lying on the table behind you. One piece of you is missing.

At first it seemed so hard to get back to the routines, even with help from others.

But you knew it was what Jake would have wanted, for you to keep going. If not for your sake, then for the kid's sake.

But day after day, week after week, year after year, the heartache gets tolerable even though it never fully goes away.

Years go by in a blur, the kids are growing fast, going through all the heartbreaks when trying to find the one and only for them, the first time your kids bring girlfriends and boyfriends home, when they eventually get married and countless other memories and traditions.

You remember waiting at the hospital waiting room, with Cade and Eden and their spouses.

Footsteps echo on the floor.

“Mom”

You look up at Benjamin.

He smiles at you, offering his hand. You take it, standing up and walking with him down the corridor. Benjamin stops in front of a door, and opens it. He guides you inside, where you see Mia, Benjamin's wife lying on the bed.

Benjamin goes over to her, kisses her temple and lifts someone up from her arms.

“Mom, I'd like you to meet your grandson”

You take a careful step forward, looking down at the sleeping bundle in your son's arms. You gently trail a finger down the newborn's cheek.

“His name is Jake”

You freeze, look up at Benjamin and see his soft smile. Your eyes get watery.

Benjamin places the newborn in your arms, and as soon as he's done that, baby Jake opens his eyes.

There you see the eyes you have always loved staring back at you.

You sob a little at that.

“He's got the eyes”

“I know, mom” Benjamin places an arm around you, both of you watching down at the baby you are holding.

Over the years, you are blessed with more grandchildren, even with one great grandchild.

One day you are watching your family at the BBQ party that is being held at Benjamin's home. The strays of sun hit you in the face, making you inhale the late summer air. The wind blows some leaves that have already dropped from the trees around the yard.

You get up from the stairs you have been sitting on, and walk to Benjamin. He hears you walking towards him, and turns around.

“Everything okay, mom?”

You nod.

“Go gather your sister and brother, there's some place I'd like to visit”

Soon you are walking with them among rows of headstones, until you stop in front of the one you were looking for. The one with a small jet engraved on the right corner of the headstone, as per your request.

As the wind blows and the sun slowly is disappearing behind the horizon, you wrap the cardigan a little bit tighter around you.

You place the wild flowers down in front of the headstone, reading the engravings.

“In loving memory of our beloved:

Lt. Jake Seresin,

a father, husband and a son.”

You kiss your fingertips, placing them against the cold stone, feeling a slight warm sensation under your fingers as if the headstone recognizes you. That was the last time you visited the cemetery.

You are lying in a warm bed, surrounded by your kids.

Benjamin is by your right side, whilst Cade and Eden are by the left side.

You fondly look around the room at the people you love. You cough, and Benjamin offers you to take a sip of water from the glass, but you shake your head. You take a breath.

“I need you to… promise me one last thing”

They nod.

“After I'm gone bury me… next to your father”

“Of course, mom”

“And everything else can be found on your testament, mom, we know”

You smile at them.

“Eden, would you hand over that box from the side table?”

Eden turns and grabs a small dark wooden box with Seresin engraved in the lid.

She passes it to you, and you trace your finger across the engraved name. Pressing a small kiss on your fingertips, placing them against the lid. Your eyes shut momentarily but soon open again.

You open the box, taking whatever items are inside out and placing them on the bed.

Stack of pictures and a letter from along the way.

Dog tags with his wedding ring in the chain.

His worn sunglasses.

The necklace he gave to you on your first anniversary.

His necklace that has your and the kids' names engraved.

You lift up your necklace with shaky hands, placing it on Eden's palm, closing her hand around it. She always has adored the necklace and now it's hers.

Next you take out Jake's necklace, giving it to Cade. He has been fascinated by it since he was a small boy, so you decided it should be his.

Then you pull out the dog tags, lowering them down on Benjamin's palm.

“Mom, I can't take the tags”

“I might've worn them every day since his passing but they are yours now”

You take off your wedding ring, handing it to Benjamin.

“Put it on.. the chain with your dad's ring”

He does as told.

“Now I need you to promise me to cherish and pass down those items with the story behind them.. for future generations”

You take a small wheezy breath, grabbing a hold of the sunglasses, clutching them tight.

Your eyes start to blur.

“I love you all”

“We love you too, mom”

“Rest now”

“Tell dad we said hi”

Your eyes flutter shut as your chest stills. You have a faint smile on your lips.

Your children kept all their promises to you just like they said they would.

They buried you next to Jake.

They cherished and passed down the items you gave them.

They made sure every single generation after them knew how the story of Seresin's went.

Your eyes open, seeing everything so brightly. You look around, realizing you are at the beach behind the Hard Deck. There at the beach, as you walk closer you see Pete and Tom sitting in foldable chairs, and multiple people playing volleyball in the sand.

As you near the squadron, Tom turns his head, smiles and nudges Pete. He also turns and smiles at you, nodding towards the water line where the group of pilots are playing.

You nod at them and smile, going past them.

You stop right by the edge of the makeshift volleyball field.

One by one they stop playing, until the one person you have waited so long to see again, turns around and sees you. He drops the ball. Then you and he both move towards each other as if gravity is pulling you together. In a way it always has been and always will be doing so.

Soon you are standing face to face, looking each other straight in the eyes.

He cups your cheek, and you place your hand on top of his.

Then his lips crash against your in a fierce kiss. You pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours, both breathing heavily.

His sunglasses resting on top of your head.

“Hey”

“Hi, sweetheart”

You might have some catching up to do with all of them, but luckily you've got all the eternity for it.

Part 2

The letter

Pictures

Benjamin is 17 years old, Cade 14 years old and Eden is 6 years old when they lost their dad.

A/N: I finished writing this between 4 and 5 in the morning, so pardon me if there's any mistakes. I have to admit writing this got me crying.

If anything is unclear, just ask and I'll try my best to explain.

Had to repost cuz Tumblr was being irritating and didn't let me edit the post, only because my original post had disappeared somewhere.

Sorry for the hassle!

#top gun #top gun maverick #glen powell #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun 1986 #jake seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin x reader #kisses on fingertips

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