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kamospeach · 6 months ago

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plot: exbf!choso is a simp and is begging for his ex girlfriend's forgiveness.

content warning: heavy cursing, drug use, high sex, public sex, car sex, piv sex, mating press, cowgirl, oral m!recieving, fingering, cum eating, choking, praising, softdom choso, dacryphilia, the whole nine really

peachy's yap: this is my first time writing on tumblr ! if there's any tips you have pls comment them :3

Saturday at 4:42 pm

"mama, I'm sorry," choso pleaded, pushing your door open. this was the fourth time he showed up at your house this week, and you were honestly getting tired of this. coming to beg for forgiveness but never hearing you out.

"choso, please leave before my mom comes back," you say, not even looking at him. he came over to your house dressed in his fucking sunday's best, and that was the worst. he knows you so well and how much you like all the things he's wearing right now.

hair down, a black tee that never fits right, sweats, the black and white ugg tasmans you got him for his birthday. gold chains around his neck, his usual nose stud changed to a hoop and rings on his fingers. he didn't even try this hard to dress up when you went to kenjaku and geto's birthday party. and was that? is that your pink scrunchie on his wrist? 'he's pushing it,' you thought to yourself.

"come on, don't do this," he says, pushing the door harder. you were now using all your strength to try to close the door.

"you have some nerve coming to my house dressed like a slut." you huff, giving up on pushing the door as he throws his head back in laughter. he knew what he was doing and he thought it was funny you were acting like his attempt was futile. but he noticed the way you looked at him when you opened the door.

"i thought you liked me like this," he asked softly and you sighed knowing it was true, you did like him like that.

"i do." you accept defeat, letting him in the house. "you're only here so we can talk about it. that's it." you pushed open the door and he followed behind you after taking off his shoes.

"why'd you want me gone before your mom got here?" he asked with furrowed brows since your mom knew of your and choso's relationship. you just didn't want her to think you both were still together, and you couldn't bring yourself to break the news to her.

"i didn't want her to see you here and think we were still together." you say walking into your room and sitting down on your bed. he hummed about to sit on your bed and you stopped him by his chest. "nah strangers don't get to sit on my bed."

"y/n," he said your name in a tone that sounded pathetic, honestly.

"choso," you say, and he rolls his eyes, sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. you crossed your legs as the both of you looked at each other in silence. he looked down at your legs that glistened under the sun, then moved his sight to your freshly done toes. light pink french tip, just how he liked, and you said he had nerve. "since it seems a cat caught your tongue, i'll start the conversation. i don't want to get back together if she's all in our business. done."

"she's my friend y/n you don't like her and don't know why. you know if you had a real reason i'd drop her." he reasoned, getting upset all over again, having pretty much the same reaction when you broke up with him two weeks ago.

"i don't like her because she's always running back to me telling me our business. she might've told someone else. even before then she always seemed messy." you stressed to him and he still couldn't wrap his head around your explanation.

"what does that have to do with me, i didn't tell her to be messy. why does her being messy mean we can't be together?" he questioned raising his voice and you put your hand out telling him to stop.

"i already told you if you're going to yell, we aren't going to speak to each other," you warn him.

"i'm not trying to yell but fuck you gotta be reasonable." desperation was clear in his voice, and you sigh, knowing the way choso was. he didn't get mad often, but he does get frustrated and he's stubborn about what he wants.

"all that i'm saying is going to another woman about our relationship and not me is crazy." you felt the tears sting your eyes. "then she has the nerve to tell me 'choso says he really likes you but... oh i shouldn't say that' and run off with her friends." you ranted as you began to full on cry, he looked at you his heart aching at your pain.

"when you told me she said that i got on her right then and there. you can't punish me for her actions," he argues looking you in your eyes.

"i'm not punishing you; I'm doing what's best for me," you explained trying to help him understand where you were coming from.

"is it what's best? you've been crying before right now, i could tell. i saw you at school, and it looks like you aren't getting any sleep. shoko told me you haven't been out since we broke up. You left without giving me a chance to right my wrongs." he says, and you hum, thinking about it.

"i left because you weren't trying to see my point. you said i was jealous and then dodged me for two weeks." you say making it clear you didn't just leave him because of that. "i tried to meet up and you always claimed you were 'busy' with your band."

"take a ride with me later today? let's talk about it more then." he asked out of nowhere, and you laughed at his abruptness. "i'll take the top off the jeep we can drive around like we used to do. like before we got together, you don't have to immediately take me back. just vibe like when you actually used to fucked with me." you laughed at his lame attempt at a joke.

"okay." you nod as he stands up, holding his hand out for you. you place your hand in his as he helps you stand.

"i still love you, mama i hope you know what." he says as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and your arms wrap around his torso. "no other girl could change that," he assured you, you nodded sniffling from crying earlier.

"i still love you too, cho," you say, looking up at the man who's been by your side for 4 years. choso was a sweetheart, quiet, and would never intentionally hurt you. it just hurts to know he went to someone else for problems instead of you since you've been together for so long.

"you don't have to say it if you don't mean it." he joked and you rolled your eyes at him.

"m'serious, cho." you stomp your foot, and he nods, still laughing at you a little.

"i know," he kissed your forehead, the only thing you'd allow. "i'll come to get you at six, okay?

"i'll be ready." you nod, and he smiles.

"it's warmer than usual today, you can wear them shorts i like," he smirked referring to some shorts you bought a couple of years ago that fit fine until choso started stuffing you like a pig. now you fill them out better and part of your ass peeks out the bottom. you never wore them outside the house only when you took drives with choso or you both stayed in the house for the day.

"and risk you thinking you're back in? no," you say shooing him out of your room until the two of you run into your mom. just your luck. she squealed running to hug choso. this was normal when she hadn't seen him for a while. she always claimed choso was her son and even if you didn't bring him around she was asking for him.

you looked between your mom and choso in disbelief. your mom squeezed him so tight rocking him side to side and he smirked at you. this is exactly what you didn't want to happen she would be talking about this meeting for the next month and a half.

"hey mom." he greeted her with a shit-eating grin that had you five and a half seconds away from hitting him square in the back of his head. he knew calling her mom was going to make her love him more than she already did.

"aww hello my baby!" she cooed and you blinked slowly looking between the two of them as they engaged in a conversation that lasted way too long. she asked about his band, his classes, his brothers, and then your relationship. to which he responded with 'we're good y'know we would never leave each other' as he side eyes you with the meanest glare he's probably ever put out.

"okay, cho don't you have to go take the roof off the jeep? that'll take some time won't it?" you frown as you bat your lashes practically begging him to leave. he glances down at you as he holds a cup of tea your mom gave him.

"i can't finish my tea?" he frowned and your jaw dropped at the audacity of this man.

"no? get out!" you take the cup from his hands and push him towards the door. "i can't believe you." you grunted as he slowly put on his shoes. "you know i didn't want you to see her and you spent 15 minutes talking to her." you huff as he opened the driver's side hopping into the truck.

"then you'll just have to hold out for a while until you tell her." he smiled down at you. "i can't get a kiss?"

"leave," you said as he laughed at your angry expression. he started the car and drove off as you walked back into the house. you skillfully avoided your mom not trying to hear her gush over how sweet choso was. as you entered your room you decided to take a shower before he returned.

after your shower, it was going on 5:45 meaning choso would be there soon. the sun was setting and you looked out your open window at the pink and purple sunset. you keep your eyes peeled for choso's truck while listening out for your mom. you did not want her to know he was doubling back, if she found out she'd probably end up serving him dinner.

another 10 minutes passed and choso drove up to your house top off like he promised. he had music playing and it sounded like it was a song from his band's more recent album. although you always listened to RnB you knew every song that his band made. you never thought you'd been into hard rock or metal until choso sent you his playlist.

when he turned in the driveway you quickly grabbed your phone and small purse. you sped down the stairs almost tripping on the last one and letting out a small 'fuck'. your mom watched you run out of the house not even bothering to ask where you were going knowing it was either with shoko or choso.

as you suspected it was his band's music and he turned it down when you walked out the door. being the gentleman he is got out of the truck to open up the passenger door for you. you looked him up and down seeing he changed specifically his hair that was now back in two buns. not interested in analyzing his fit you hopped into the jeep and didn't even bother to thank him. he just laughed at your sass getting back in the driver seat.

"not talkin' now?" he asked and you huffed loudly crossing your legs and arms. your resolve was wearing thin and you knew going on a drive wasn't going to help. his scattered tattoos on his arm as one hand steered, your nameplate around his neck, and his clenched jaw. that was enough for you to forgive him right there and then.

"cho." you whispered lowly after you both sat in silence for 15 minutes and he gave you a quick glance. "i hated the break but i think it was good for you," you admitted as choso hummed putting the car in park. he ended your drive at the beach the breeze was a little colder but it still felt good.

"what're you tryin' to say?" he asked leaning the seat back grabbing the half-smoked blunt out of his ashtray. your face dropped not even noticing the blunt when you got in. it made you think to yourself 'Let me check if my chair in the right position'. and you did just that looking around your seat and making sure everything was right. humming in satisfaction when you saw that it was.

"i'm just saying that the break was needed. you realized you needed to talk to me about our problems. because she can't help you fix us if there is no us." you explain and he nods, you could admit that the reason for your short break was selfish. still, you didn't like what he did and you weren't willing to let it slide. if he had first apologized or even listened to you instead of trying to guilt trip you it wouldn't have got this far.

"i can admit that, yeah, and it won't happen again. i'll do whatever it takes to make you happy and you know that," he says turning his head a little and handing the blunt to you. you grabbed it from him bringing the blunt to your lips, taking a hit letting the smoke fill your lungs. choso put his hand on the top knee of your crossed legs.

"if you promise to talk to me, i can promise i'll never leave." you bargain passing the blunt back to him. he looked at the blunt seeing your cherry lip gloss all around it. he sent you a pointed glare and you shrugged already knowing what he was thinking.

"that'll work, so can i get a kiss now?" he asked and you scoffed, that was all this man thought about. Little did you know choso had been thinking about kissing you since you got in. your perfume intoxicating his brain along with the effects of the weed make him extremely horny. he needed his kiss now!

"that's all I'm good for?" you asked playfully and he laughed shaking his head.

"no but it's a plus." he mumbles as you lean over the middle console pecking his lips quickly. as you were moving back he gripped your waist locking you in the position. "what the fuck was that?" he asked and you laughed at his reaction.

giving in you press your lips against his this time not a peck. your tongues danced with each other and you melted into the kiss. his lips were soft and you both kissed almost as if you were starved. although you were broken up for two weeks you hadn't seen each other in a month. this was what you both needed to be back in each other's embrace.

your hand reached for his face just needing to feel him. your hands grazed his jaw down his neck and to his chest. while his freehand stayed content on your left ass cheek.

your hands traveled down moving lower and lower feeling on his abs. you were hesitant but you let your urges go against your better judgment. your reached down to palm his hard-on and his hips bucked up as he moaned in your mouth.

"either you do something about it or sit back in your seat." he leaned out of the kiss ashing the blunt. without being told another word you pulled the waistband of his shorts and boxers up grabbing his dick. you took it out of his shorts and looked at it as if you hadn't seen it many times before. this time the tip was a deep angry red like it was begging for a release.

you gave his tip a little kitty lick tasting his precum and he hissed placing his hand on your ass. you slapped him on your tongue before taking him into your mouth. not taking him all the way down your throat and just focusing on his tip. choso began to get impatient, the anticipation making him exasperated. he was trying to be nice and take things your speed but he was seconds from combusting.

getting fed up he grabs your hair pushing you all the way down until his cock head hit the back of your throat. you gagged on him as spit bubbled around him and he kept you down with your nose pressed against him.

he gave your throat small thrusts until you tapped his thigh letting him know you needed to come up for air. he pulled you up looking you in your face liking the view of drool dripping down your chin.

"y'know better," he said and you looked him in his eyes seeing the way his pupils dilated. this wasn't soft choso who didn't mind letting you be in control he was feral. what he didn't want you to know was that he held himself back for that month. he hadn't touched himself so he was little, 'backed up' if you will.

not wanting to anger him further you quickly took him in your mouth. tongue out and throat relaxed you began to please him how you know he wanted you to. not once stopping your constant movements as he moaned. head thrown back as his hand stayed in your hair only guiding your movements lightly.

"i missed that mouth of yours." he groans as you take him out your mouth to spit back on it. you used your hands to stroke him while you looked up at him. "you're doing great." he praised you knowing exactly what you wanted to hear. just like he expected with that statement you went back to work. bobbing your head up and down gagging on him here and there. his moans and groans were exciting you and it started to become more enjoyable for you.

you felt choso's leg spasm you knew him well enough to know that meant he was close. usually, you'd pull off and whine to him saying 'i want you to cum inside me'. but today you wanted to have the satisfaction of making him cum off head.

you pulled off him licking up the dribble of spit along the vein of his dick. going to back and deepthroating him as he twitches in the back of his throat.

"fuck 'm cumming." he grunted loudly as he came down your throat. by this time you were absolutely soaked your legs were squeezed together. his sounds, the taste of him on your tongue, and the friction of your thighs rubbing together enough to make you finish. you swallowed but it wasn't enough for you, you continued to suck him off. "fuck... mama wait s...shit" he whimpered trying to get you off of him. once you were finally content you got off looking up at him.

his eyes were closed and there were bite marks in his lips. his chest heaved up and down rapidly and his hand was on his head. you giggled to yourself reaching to take the tight buns out of his hair. you rake your fingers through his hair and he smashes his lips onto yours. the kiss was rushed and he pushed his tongue into your mouth tasting himself on your tongue. you massaged his scalp and he shuddered as he pulled away from the kiss.

"you'll be the death of me, swear to God." he huffed nodding towards the back seat. "get in the back," he instructed and you nodded climbing over the middle console to get in the back. he smacked your ass before you made it to the back.

he put himself back into his shorts and got out of the driver's side. he looked around seeing no other cars or people around. which wasn't surprising since you both lived in a small town with a low population. he joined you in the back and you wasted no time climbing onto his lap.

"i didn't take you for a public sex guy," you said as he scoffed looking down at you.

"says the girl who begged me to take her in the dressing room two months ago and your best friend's birth-" he rambled and you covered his mouth with both hands not wanting him to continue.

"enough." you roll your eyes as he grabs your wrists pulling your hands from his mouth. he licked his lips as he leaned forward making you fall on your back against the seat. the leather was cold and your back arched off the seat. he grabbed the waistband of your shorts sliding them off along with your panties.

"this wet just from suckin' me off?" he mumbled to himself as he looked at your dripping folds like a starved man. he licked his lips again as he hovered above you reaching down to rub your clit. you let out a soft moan and he kissed down your neck which now doubled your pleasure. he pressed his nose against the curve of your nick taking a deep breath.

"did you just sniff me?" you ask in shock and he doesn't respond instead he pushed his fingers in your wet cunt. "cho..." you gasped at the surprise of his fingers. his fingers were thicker and longer than yours hitting spots you haven't been able to reach this last month.

"yeah?" he asked knowing you would barely be able to form a sentence while his fingers pump in and out of you. you began to talk but he added a third finger as your breath got caught in your throat. the squelching was loud and the feeling was overwhelming as you grabbed at his wrist.

"just fuck me," you said eyes looking around his face practically begging him to get to it.

"please?" he was still vigorously fucking his fingers into you not too much caring about your request.

"p...please," you repeated and he smiled pulling his fingers out of you. he pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees and pushed your legs to your chest. he put his three fingers at your lips and you quickly wrapped your lips around his finger tasting yourself.

he smiled at you in adoration loving the way you were splayed out in front of him. he grabbed his dick sliding up and down folds and lightly hitting his tip against your clit.

"ready?" he asked and you nodded and he gave you that same pointed glare. "use your words y/n."

"yes im ready," you reply and he nods nudging your entrance before slipping in halfway. you moaned out as he stretched you out the pain fading away just as quickly as it came.

to get you adjusted he began to stroke with just half of himself before abruptly pushing himself all the way in. you threw your head back grabbing the headrest with your left hand. your right hand grabbing choso's wrist that was holding your legs to your chest.

choso's eyes were locked on yours as he wasted no time sending steady thrusts. your moans were getting louder by the minute and his grunts became more animalistic. he lowered down so that your foreheads were touching.

his eyes glanced between you and your lips not sure where to focus. noticing his indecisiveness you leaned up to press your lips on his. the kiss was nasty and sloppy while his thrusts were pointed and relentless. you moaned into each other's mouth as he hit the spot that made your legs shake.

"you feel so good wrapped around me. s...so warm." he whimpered against your lips and your jaw was slack in pure bliss over his sensual strokes. "hold your legs." he tells you and you nod grabbing behind your knees keeping your legs to your chest.

he places one foot on the floor of the car. he wrapped both of his hands around your neck and your eyes widened in shock. with newfound stability, he began to send longer and faster strokes. the pleasure became overwhelming as tears began to spill from your eyes.

choso loved it. the way your eyes rolled back and the tears stained your cheeks. you crying from the immense pleasure he gave you boosted his ego. he knew it was pleasure or else you'd be tapping out or yelling out the safe word.

the roughness of his thrusts and the noises that left his mouth pushed you toward the edge. your walls tightening around him restricting his movement and milking him for everything he had. you couldn't think straight as your climax approached.

"cho...ch..." you mumbled not looking away from his eyes and he nodded moving one of his hands from your neck to your clit.

"i feel you... 'm right behind you." he moaned out speeding up the rubbing on your clit. all it took was two more strokes before your body shook from the overstimulation. you saw stars as your juice drenched his shorts and leather seats. "yeah, that's it... fuck." he said as he pulled out and fucked his fist a couple times before he came on your pussy. his cum landed on your swollen clit and drenched lips.

"are you...?" you gasped watching his dick get hard again and you looked back up at him. that was his second nut and you were starting to question who this man had become in a month. he'd usually be sensitive after one orgasm but good enough to go for a second round. which never bothered you since you usually could go for just two orgasms before you were ready to tap out.

"it's been a month." he huffed chest moving fast as he scratched his head. "just help me get another one i should be done after this for real." you nod looking him up and down, he looks bigger too and his jaw is more defined.

"how many times were you going to the gym?" you asked and he rolled his eyes.

"you can ask me that later just ride me," he said clearly not in the mood for your questioning. you rolled your eyes but obliged getting as he sat in the middle seat. you straddled his lap and choso pulled up your crop top letting freeing your boobs from your bra. you grabbed his dick lining him up with your entrance before you lower yourself down onto him.

"wait cho you're too deep." you whimpered, it felt like he was almost in your chest and you couldn't move.

"take your time. you're doing so good for me." he praised you rubbing circles on your hip as you took deep breaths. once you felt more comfortable you planted your feet next to him. you began to ride him bouncing with a steady rhythm.

"mmm..." you hum as choso's mouth latched onto your nipple sucking a biting as you continued bouncing on him. he pulled off your nipple looking at your fucked out face.

"hah... you look so sexy like this love," he said fucking up into you meeting you with half-assed thrust. he was getting sloppy and you knew he was close. his hand slapped your ass and it only encouraged you to ride him faster. his head lolled back enjoying the feeling of you gripping his cock.

"close so so close." you babbled and he gave you a lazy smile. he gripped both of your ass cheeks lifting you and fucking into you.

"tell me you love me while you cum on this dick," he grunted into your ear.

"shit... i love you baby, love you so fuckin much." you moaned as you came this time not only did you drench his shirt and face you even got it in his hair.

"i love you too mama" he hummed pulling out. "turn around wanna cum on yer ass," he grunts as you turned around and he grunts stroke himself to his finish as his cum spilled all over your ass. you both sat in silence as you both struggled to catch your breath. choso reached into the pocket of the backseat and wiped you off.

"don't ever... tell that bitch nothing else," you said still out of breath watching your now not ex-boyfriend clean you off.

"why are you even thinkin' about her right now." he laughed helping you put back on your shorts. which he now realized were the shorts he advised you to wear earlier

"just thinking we can't ever break up again, i'm not letting you fuck nobody else like that," you said dead serious as he laughed at your comment. he helped you to the front seat and started up the car driving you to his house instead of taking you back home.

2 weeks later

"did you hear the band's new song?" shoko asked and you shook your head not even knowing they had put out a new song.

"no? choso didn't tell me there was a new song," you admitted and she shrugged playing the song for you. from the speaker you heard your boyfriend's sexy silky voice singing falling in love with the song as always. until. you heard something that just didn't sit right with you. "what did he just say?"

"huh? i don't know." shoko frowned as she re-winded the song. you couldn't believe your ears. you both looked at each other in shock.

choso was singing about fucking you in the back seat.

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ghostbsuter · 1 year ago

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It's not that Danny didn't try to stop them.

It's more like they really don't want to leave him alone.

Clingy they are.

It's been a day since he's been adopted by the famous Brucie Wayne. He'd tried everything to creep the man out, but?? Who knew that those aspects would make him try to speed up the process?

It's only a day, and Ember already urges him to follow Shadow, who's been leading him on a wild goose chase around the Manor.

He can hear the barely there snicker from Johnny, Kitty's muffled giggle and Embers persisting tugs.

Danny curses once he's sure the butler wouldn't hear him, giving up and following the cat.

It leads him to an office room? Shadow disappears behind the bookshelf and Danny follows behind.

He did not expect an elevator, nor how far down it goes.

Nor the giant BATCAVE UNDERNEATH WAYNE MANOR.

"That's makes explaining so much easier now."

This also explains the eerily quiet during nighttime, so he takes the chair in front of the batcomputer and sits.

Laughing when johnny falls from the T-Rex statue, overall having a good time with the trio. Hell, he nearly missed the family coming back from how hard he's laughing.

When Batman's looming form overshadows any view on his friends, Danny sobers up quickly, giving a nervous smile.

"Heyyyy, so what if i kinda found this super sketchy place, hypothetical."

"Then, hypothetically of course, you would be given an explanation and choice." Batman's stoic stance and firm voice change, from sagged shoulders and tired sigh.

Hey, that's definitely a step up from vlad.

Ember is wiggling her two fingers behind Batman's head, he stifles his giggles and nearly topples over at Kitty making swooning noises at Barbara Gordon, who is watching from the screen.

He's so screwed.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #Danny Johnny Kitty Ember best quartet #theyre besties your honor #chaotic besties #this is lioe scooby doo man #found the batcave and immediately got danny into it #hows he gonna tell bruce he basically adopted a 1 for 4 deal #he and they are a package deal

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bernardsbendystraws · 4 months ago

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You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, crying.

A/N: This is like 12 pages long. Enjoy the girthy chapter!

With love and big tits, Rose

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P9: Get it? Got it? Good.

Stay away. Chris isn’t even my friend, it shouldn’t be so hard to keep myself distant from him. But it’s already proving to be beyond difficult. The second my tired eyes opened and my hand reached to my nightstand, I realized I already fucked up.

My fucking phone is in his room. Of course.

The lotion on my face is less than soothing. My reflection in the mirror makes me feel more tired, the bags beneath my eyes darker than usual. Even though I fell asleep pretty quickly once getting home, I kept waking up throughout the night, stressful dreams I can’t even remember causing my body to toss and turn for hours on end relentlessly.

Being without my phone feels weird, but the anxiety building up in my chest makes my mind search for tasks to procrastinate going over to their house. What if Matt opened the door? Or worse—what if he only saw me in the midst of getting my phone from his brother's room with no explanation?

He’s my friend, I know he’s trying to look out for me. I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him. And I definitely don’t wanna lose a friendship for something I didn’t even know how to describe. It’s not like losing Chris would be losing a friend.

My body jolts, my finger scratching along my cheekbone from a sudden pounding on my bathroom door.

“Move your damn laundry!” Bayeln seethes, a movement on the lower half of the door letting me know he fucking kicked the wooden material. Again.

I don’t get it. He’s always just so angry—but only at me. He never acts like this with my mom. Something changed when we were kids. I remember it started a little before my dad passed away, but no fight between us was memorable enough to be a possibility of his hatred. At least not to this extent.

My nose scrunches as I see a small red line imprinted on my skin. I look like I got scratched by a fucking cat. Great.

The sound of his door clicking makes me sigh in relief as I walk out of my bathroom and towards the laundry room. I pile my clothes into my hamper quickly, scurrying off and catching a couple stray socks as they threaten to fall out of the basket. My back shut my room door behind me. I dump the bin on my bed, the array of clean clothes creating a mountain on my sheets.

I’m so tired. And I want my phone. Usually, I could play music or watch some sort of video.

“What’s the point?” I huff, sliding on my shoes before cracking open my window fully and climbing outside. There’s no reason to put off getting my phone any longer. If anything, it was just making me more anxious. Explaining to my mom why I was leaving sounds stressful. And even though I could lie, I didn’t have the energy for that right now. I just want my phone, folded laundry, and a damn nap.

The sun is too bright. Everything is so vibrant and lively, almost feeling fake as I walk slowly down the sidewalk. My eyes squint towards the ground. I can barely see.

And then I hear it—the familiar trot.

It can’t be him. It can’t. Please for the love of—-

“Need your phone?”

Fuck.

My hand shields the beaming sun rays as I look up, finding Chris with Trevor’s leash in one hand, my phone in the other. I’m not even all the way down my street. The walk was supposed to mentally prepare me to face him. So much for that idea.

“Thanks–”

The creases on my face deepen, my eyes squinting from more than just the intensity of the sun. What the fuck is he doing?

“Uh-uh.” he tuts, pulling my phone to his chest before sliding it into the pocket of his hoodie. Chris walks even closer to me, placing Trevor’s leash in my hand before starting to take more steps in the direction I just came from.

The fuck?

“Chris—what the hell? Are you gonna give me my phone?” I ask, jogging slightly to catch up to him. He shrugs next to me, humming contently as we pass by my house. This was supposed to be a quick trip—get the phone and leave. I can already tell this is gonna take a while.

His strides seem to get slower. I look up, seeing the neighborhood playground buried in trees. Why are we here?

I follow cautiously as he walks on the dirt path that’s slightly overgrown with weeds. The rusted swings creek in the wind, the morning air becoming quieter as we stride away from the streets and neighboring houses.

I hate it here. It showed me things I didn’t wanna see—things I didn’t wanna remember. Coming here as a kid was so pure. And now it was just a reminder—nothing is the same, nothing will ever be the same.

Rusted swings, overgrown vines, chipped paint, and eerily barren. A lot of the neighborhood liked to joke that this place was haunted. And it was. Maybe not by spirits or ghosts, but by me. My hatred was enough to make the place feel different.

“C’mon, Trevor likes to go on the play set.” Chris explains, snatching the leash from my hand. My hands grasp each other in front of my chest. I dig my feet into the patchy grass as I watch him take off Trevor’s leash, the dog immediately trotting over and climbing on the playground stairs. I wince watching him pee through the patterned holes. Ew.

My eyes narrow as Chris gently tugs my sleeve. Turning around, I follow him as he sits on a swing, his head nudging to the one adjacent to him, urging me to sit. Grabbing the metal chain, I clasp my fingers around the cold material, cautiously sitting down. The shriek of rust makes my stomach curl. I let my feet dwindle on the ground, gently starting to push myself around.

Looking over, I see Trevor happily sniffing the entirety of the play area. His nose twitches furiously, his snout digging into corners as he inhales.

“Does he always do this?” I ask, peeking over my shoulder to see Chris slumping, his arms lazily wrapped around the swing chains.

“Pretty much.” he answers. I gaze back towards the dog, my lips curling upward as his paws curiously slap onto the built in X-O wall of rotating blocks.

It’s odd, but it’s adorable.

I hear Chris clear his throat from behind me. My eyes stay trained on the sight of Trevor playing around. “Why did you, uh—why’d you leave last night?”

Oh.

My body turns until I’m facing him. The edge of my nail gets caught in the chain for a brief moment, my finger running over the now rigid edge as my lips smack open and shut.

Chris kicks the soft dirt beneath his swing. “You…I just—-I woke up at like three in the morning, so you must’ve walked home in the middle of the night. And I…I…”

His voice softens into a whisper, his words disappearing as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Matt walked me home.” I say. The words are rushed, but calm. I see his shoulder raise with a deep sigh, falling as he relaxes and looks over at me. “I, um—he told me about his night with Mia.”

“He couldn’t have told you later?” Chris puffs, rolling his eyes as he itches the side of his head.

I shrug. “I guess.”

Silence waves over us. The faint sound of Trevor’s collar jingling making me hyper aware of Chris staring over my shoulder to monitor the dog. Matt’s voice looms over my shoulder, my lips pursing together as I chew into the side of my cheek.

I need to leave. I shouldn’t be here—not with him at least.

My knees flex as I go to stand up. “Can I have my phone? I need to go fold my laundry and—”

“What’d he tell you?” Chris interrogates, his jaw clicking tighter. His eyes avoid mind as I look over at him. I relax back into the swing, my hands clasping around the cold metal as I try to take a deep breath.

“He just—um, he got a really cute picture with Mia—”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” Chris points, his tone falling lower. “What did he tell you? What’d he….what do you know?” he asks.

I stare at the side of his face while swallowing thickly. “Chris, I don’t know if I should—” My lips stutter shut as his eyes dart into mine. His gaze isn’t as cold as it usually is, but something about it makes my lips feel loose, the words spilling out before I can spare a second thought. “He told me about your mom and—and your other brother.” I answer.

Chris narrows his eyes at me, his face relaxing as he inhales sharply. “Okay, but what did he say? I…can you just…tell me?” he asks, his eyes softening as his hand grips tighter onto the swingset.

My pursed lips seem to make him sigh louder. He blinks slowly, his head turning to me but his eyes glued to the ground. “Can—-just—”

I interrupt his struggling words, my hand landing on his. His eyes flicker up to mine, his tongue licking over his lips as he swallows. “I….he told me that I—-like, he doesn’t want me to…um….”

How do I say it nicely?

“He told you to stay away from me, didn’t he?”

Nodding slowly, I watch as Chris runs his hand over his mouth, shaking his head with disapproval. “-course he did.” he huffs.

My feet dig in the ground as I shift uncomfortably. Trevors sniffs are the only sound besides the drifting leaves and branches, the creeks of the rusted metal only a faint suggestion within the chaos of the quiet.

“So?” Chris asks, staring at me with blunt eyes as he raises a brow. So what? As if reading my mind, Chris licks over his lips to speak again, “So are you gonna listen to him?”

The clarification does little to ease the swarming thoughts pulsing through my brain. “Chris—I don’t know. I mean, I trust Matt and he’s your brother. I don’t wanna be in the middle.” I explain, my chest feeling heavier as he licks over the ridges of his teeth.

“He doesn’t get to make decisions for me—or you.”

I shrug, letting out a sound of disbelief. “I’m confused. Chris—we’re not even exactly friends. The only good interactions we’ve had…they’ve always ended poorly—you’re always pushing me away like you don’t even want me around most of the time. Why do you even care?” I push.

“I let you sleep in my bed.” he mentions, grumbling.

My eyes widen, my body tensing as I sit up straighter. “And then you practically tried to kick me out the next day! I—-I don’t know what you want from me, Chris. I really don’t understand you.” I exclaim, my voice getting quieter as I settle back into the swing. My head shifts from side to side as I stare out onto the surrounding trees.

“I was coming to give you back your phone—” The tips of my nails pinch my palm at his words. “Which you still haven’t given me back.” I point out.

Silence waves over us again. Trevor plops on the ground, tired and panting in front of us.

“I just…you’re…” Chris trails off, his words halted by a deep sigh.

“I’m what? Chris, I’m trying to understand, but…you’re not exactly making this easy.” I say, reach my hand out and brush his shoulder. Chris shifts at the touch. I retract my hand into my lap, watching as he stares at the movement before letting his eyes stare into mine.

“You’re the only one who isn’t treating me like I’m…I don’t know—”

“Fragile?” I fill in, watching as he gnaws on his bottom lip, nodding slowly.

“Yeah…fragile.” he repeats, his gaze sinking to Trevor in front of us as if he’s searching for comfort.

Maybe he isn’t so hard to understand. Part of me feels like I’m looking into a mirror, the tired reflection so familiar that it’s confusing. But it’s not confusing. It’s just…sad.

“I get it.” His head turns to me at my statement, his eyebrows shifting together as his lips part slightly. “My dad—-I…when he passed, everything changed. Hell, I fucking changed schools just so my friends would stop asking if I was okay. They all loved him, he—nevermind.”

My gaze shifts up to his face again. “I get it, though. I really do. My mom and brother refused to really mourn him like I did, they sent me to therapists—therapists who kept telling me the same thing. Time heals, let yourself feel sad, but—”

“But it doesn’t bring him back.” Chris says, interrupting me as I feel my lips pull into a tight line. “Yeah.” I agree, kicking the dirt beneath as my feet hover on the ground.

The tension of confusion fades into a calm silence. I haven’t talked about my dad or really thought of him for a while. Reliving happy memories didn’t feel nice. Every good moment felt like a loss. And that feeling is just unbearable to bathe in. The drought of forgetting the happiest moments of my childhood were a lot easier to deal with than drowning in mourning.

“Here’s your phone, you, uh—you can go fold your laundry or whatever you want to do.” he says, holding out the device.

Reaching forward, I clasp the small rectangle and stuff it into the pocket of my zip up. My knees straighten as I stand up. With a small peek over my shoulder, I see him staring at the ground, holding out Trevor’s leash and putting it on the dog as he trots towards him.

Chris stands up, dusting his hands off on his baggy sweats. As his eyes flicker up, his face furrows with confusion. “Aren’t you, uh—gonna—”

“Do you wanna come fold laundry with me?” I blurt, biting my tongue as I see his lips pull into a slight smile.

“Laundry, huh?” he teases.

Oh god. Why did I say that? Is laundry that fucking important to me?

“You know what, you can continue your walk with Trevor and I’lll—” As I start turning around while rambling, I feel his hand grab my own. My entire body stiffens at the touch. His bare skin on mine is warm, enticing. It seems to travel up my arm, leaving a tingle over my shoulders and behind my ears.

His eyes are gleaming directly into mine, whatever words resting on the tip of his tongue resting silent.

And then a sharp bark makes me jump.

My eyes go wide as a muffled yelp leaves my lips. I hear Chris laugh, looking over to see his gaze trained on our tangled hands.

“Oh—sorry.” I heave, snatching my hand away as I realize the sudden scare had left me helpless to realize I fully grabbed his hand, clutching onto it like a scared child. Chris laughs harder at my reaction. He hunches over, grabbing at his hoodie as my cheeks burn with warmth.

“AHAHHAHAHA—-YOU—-” Chris heaves, clutching onto the outside pocket of his hoodie as he struggles to stop laughing.

It’s kind of…cute. Well, not cute. I didn’t find him cute, no. Not at all. It’s just…different.

“Can you shut up?” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I try to keep a straight face. It’s probably because his laugh resembles Matt’s stupid giggles, but it’s so contagious.

“Sorry, sorry—-yeah, let’s—fuck, sorry—-let’s go fold your laundry,” he sighs, placing a hand over his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

___

The mountain of clothes on my bed was intimidating. But, with Chris’s entertaining commentary while sitting on my bay window, it passed by quickly. We had taken Trevor and dropped him off at their house. I didn’t wanna know how my mom would react to a boy in my room—much less a dog too.

“You dropped your…” his eyes flicker down as I shove in a pile of sweatshirts to a shelf in my closet. I huff, pushing the neat pile in further before setting it in place and dusting off my hands. “What?” I ask, looking at him as his finger points towards the floor.

“Oh my—fuckin’ Matt touched it and now it’s cursed—”

“What the fuck—why was Matt touching your bra?” he questions, his eyes burning with emotion as he waves his hand in the air.

Oh.

That sounded bad. Very bad.

“No, no—it’s not like that. He was helping me pick an outfit for our date and…I’m gonna shoot myself, oh my god. This doesn’t sound right.” I exclaim, sitting on the edge of my bed and burying my face in my hands.

It wasn’t our date—-it was a double date, but my rambling lips were only making my body cringe more. Silence seems better than the chaos of anxiously and poorly explaining.

I feel the bed sink next to me. A reassuring hand rubs on my upper back, making me freeze as I unshield my face hesitantly.

“You mean your double date.” he says. I nod, letting out a sigh as I sit up straighter, the feeling of his hand resting on my shoulder making my body lean a little bit closer to his. But I don’t mind it. He smells really good. “-and I’m gonna assume it was an accident. Because—well, it’s Matt.” he says, laughing lightly.

The shift in his demeanor allows my body to relax enough to take a deep breath. “True.” I huff, laughing at the memory of Matt freaking out. He’s so stupid—in a good way, but he’s stupid.

Fuck.

The mention of his name makes my mind replay his words. Stay away. I was supposed to be staying away from Chris, but now I’m closer than I’ve ever been before.

My shoulders stiffen as I slowly scoot away from Chris. This is wrong. His hand drops from my shoulder. I hear him let out a huff of confusion, his hands twisting on my sheets as he pinches the fabric.

“This…this isn’t right, Chris. Matt said—-”

“Why is Matt so much more important to you than me? It’s not like you’ve known each other very long, and you sure as hell aren’t dating or anything. So tell me—why do you care so much?” he asks, his eyes burning into the side of my head as I keep my gaze stuck to the floor.

“Chris, I think you should leave.” I whisper, my face scrunching as I feel a sting of pain in my chest. It hurts to push him away. It hurts to feel so lost—like there is no right answer.

“No. Tell me why you wanna listen to him like a fuckin’ dog—”

My head whips over, my eyes narrowing as I watch his lips tighten into a straight line. “He’s my only real friend, Chris. The only real friend I’ve had in years. Would you rather I lose him as a friend and go back to walking home in the middle of the night? You don’t….” I shake my head, my nose scrunching as I watch his jaw tighter. “You don’t get it.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest as he stands up.

“What about us?” Chris questions, staring down at me with disapproval. My eyes float around the room, my lips parted but silent. “Are we not friends now?” he asks.

As I look up towards him, I feel something change. Heat rises through my cheeks, but not with embarrassment. My mind is a mess. I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t even know how to feel.

My lip quivers as I try to keep my eyes on him. Chris drops his hands to his sides, his eyes widening as I feel a tear strike down my cheek, falling down my neck and into the neck of my shirt. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, but my hands refuse to move. My fingers are intertwined tightly, twisting and binding as I try to open my mouth and take a deep breath.

“I—” The words are cut off as I let out a sharp cry. “I don’t know, Chris—-I’m tired and this is—it’s so confusing and I—-”

Taking a step towards me, I feel his arms loop around me. One hugs my shoulders to him, the other cradling the back of my head while my tears sink into his hoodie. I don’t remember the last time I’d been held. And I don’t know if it’s the realization or the nostalgic comfort of his touch, but something seems to shatter as my face floods with more tears.

“Hey, I—I got you, I—come here.” Chris sits on the bed, and hugging me even closer. I feel his cheek rest against the top of my head, his hand gently stroking the back of my head;

“I got you, it’s okay. I just—I…I’m sorry.”

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Noona pt. 4

noona 5

characters: kwon jiyong x y/n

summary: ignoring jiyong isn’t as easy as it should be not when his absence feels louder than his presence ever did.

tags: fluff, angst, emotional tension, miscommunication, heartbreak, toxic softness, almost-lovers, one-sided love (or is it?)

—

You thought ignoring him would work. That if you kept things strictly casual, if you didn’t answer every text right away, if you stopped letting him stay the night—really stay the night—then it would just fizzle out. Quietly. Painlessly. Like the end of a summer fling you both agreed never happened in the first place.

But Jiyong was not built for casual. And worse?

He was a menace in the body of a too-pretty rockstar with zero shame and a thousand strategies to make you soft.

Like showing up at your apartment with Iye in his arms and no explanation. You opened the door at 9:12 p.m. in your pajamas, hair wet from the shower, and blinked down at him.

He didn’t look the least bit sorry. “She missed you.”

You stared at him. Then at the cat. Then back at him. “You used your cat as an excuse to see me?”

“I didn’t hear a no,” he said, shouldering past you and slipping his shoes off. “She gets weird when we’re apart too long. Crying by the door, looking at my phone like she knows how to unlock it. You traumatized her.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m in love,” he said, deadpan.

You flinched.

He grinned.

Asshole.

You didn’t ask him to leave.

He plopped down on your couch like he lived there and patted the spot beside him while Iye hopped up and curled into a small, smug loaf in his lap.

“She really did miss you,” he said, scratching behind her ears. “Wouldn’t even eat this morning.”

You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. “You ever stop being dramatic?”

“You ever stop pretending you’re not happy to see me?”

Your mouth opened. Closed. “I’m not—”

“Iye, your mom’s lying again,” he said to the cat, stroking her like he was in a k-drama. “Should we forgive her?”

“I swear to god—”

He turned to you, all teeth and mischief. “Come sit. Let’s watch that stupid cooking show you like. I brought snacks.”

You squinted. “You didn’t even bring a bag.”

“Check the counter.”

You did. And there they were—your favorite chips, soda, and the frozen gyoza you always make after a long week. Along with your preferred brand of hair mask.

You blinked. “You remembered the conditioner?”

He shrugged, eyes twinkling. “You said you ran out.”

You hated how warm your chest felt. Hated it even more when you sat down next to him anyway.

The show barely made it ten minutes in before he started leaning closer. It was subtle at first—an arm over the back of the couch, a knee brushing yours, a breath against your shoulder. Like he didn’t know he was doing it.

He definitely knew.

You didn’t look at him.

Not even when he shifted closer, his voice soft. “You smell good.”

“You’re such a problem,” you muttered, staring straight ahead.

“I’m your problem.”

You glanced at him. He was smiling like he already won. So you did the only logical thing.

You kissed him.

Because if you kissed him first, maybe it wouldn’t feel like surrender.

He groaned softly against your mouth and cupped your face like he’d been waiting for you to cave all week. His thumb traced your jaw, the kiss growing slower, deeper, messier.

The cat meowed once and jumped off the couch in a huff.

“Iye hates PDA,” he murmured against your lips.

“She can leave.”

“She already did.”

And you laughed into his mouth.

That night, you fell asleep on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest while he played with strands of your hair like it was his favorite song. He never said please let me stay. He didn’t have to.

Your apartment smelled like him for two days.

—

You told yourself it would be the last time. It wasn’t. Next was brunch at a tiny spot in Itaewon—technically by accident, technically not a date.

You’d gone out with your coworkers and he’d “just happened” to show up after checking your close friends story. “Wasn’t stalking,” he insisted. “Just missed your face.”

Then came late-night ramen runs, grocery trips that turned into him pushing your cart like a husband, and an afternoon at a pet store where he made you test out cat trees “in case Iye ever moves in with you.”

You told him to shut up.

But you still bought the treats he said she liked.

Then one weekend, he asked you to house-sit his penthouse while he flew to Tokyo.

“Just to feed Iye,” he said. “And make sure she doesn’t knock over my records.”

You almost said no.

Then he added, “You can sleep in my bed.”

You said nothing.

And three hours after he left the country, you were in it.

His bed was stupidly big. The pillows smelled like him. The apartment smelled like him. Even his cat stared at you like she knew a secret.

You tried to be normal. Just feed Iye. Water the plants. Maybe steal some of his skincare. (He had the good serums.)

But then you saw the photo on his nightstand.

It was the two of you. From years ago. Backstage at some show. You weren’t even posing—just laughing, head thrown back, him looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You didn’t even remember the picture being taken. You stared at it for too long.

And that’s when he FaceTimed.

From Tokyo. Hair freshly styled, sunglasses still on, lying in a hotel bed with nothing but tattoos and silk sheets.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You in my bed?”

“No.”

“You’re in my bed.”

“Shut up.”

He laughed. “Miss me yet?”

You rolled onto your stomach, hiding your face in the pillow.

“You miss me,” he teased.

“Jiyong.”

“Don’t ‘Jiyong’ me,” he said. “You’re the one nesting in my sheets like a housewife.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“I’m full of you.”

You groaned and threw the pillow at the phone.

He caught a glimpse of your bare legs and hissed. “You’re not wearing my shirt, are you?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You hung up on him.

He texted “marry me” thirty seconds later.

You let it go on like that for weeks.

Secret dates weren’t really planned. Public avoidance. Private touches that turned into staying the night. Inside jokes that sounded too much like love.

They were accidents. Coincidences. Late-night drives and gas station snacks, or walking Iye in a harness at the edge of some secluded park like you were a deranged couple from a soft indie drama no one greenlit.

It was dangerous.

One Friday, he dragged you to an old bookstore in Hongdae. He wore a hoodie pulled low and sunglasses too big for his face. You wore a ballcap and anxiety.

“You’re being obvious,” you hissed.

“I’m being cute,” he corrected, pulling you toward the poetry section.

You flipped through a used copy of Pillow Thoughts while he picked up On Love and started reading lines in a fake dramatic voice.

“If I knew I’d never see you again,” he intoned, “I’d have hugged you tighter—”

“You’re an idiot.”

“—kissed you longer—”

“Stop it.”

“—and probably dry-humped you in the—“

You smacked him with your book.

He grinned and kissed your cheek before darting off down the next aisle like a criminal.

You didn’t even yell at him for that one.

Not really. It was addicting.

And every time you tried to pull back, he showed up with a new excuse.

A new reason to stay.

Like the time he asked you to help him redecorate his studio. “Just for aesthetic input,” he claimed.

He showed up at your door with coffee and an actual Pinterest board.

By the end of the day, you were on the floor with your legs across his lap, picking fabric samples and eating takeout like it was your damn anniversary.

“You know what this is starting to feel like?” he said.

“Don’t.”

“A relationship.”

You kicked him in the shin.

He grinned like he liked it.

—

There are also two things you should never do at YG: flirt with an idol in your office, and flirt with an idol in your office when he’s your younger brother’s bandmate.

Naturally, I was doing both. And I was doing them very well—if I do say so myself.

Jiyong [9:47 PM]

Still at work, noona? Or just missing me?

Me [9:48 PM]

Yes.

And definitely not the second one.

Jiyong [9:48 PM]

That’s funny.

Because you sounded like you missed me last night when you moaned into my neck.

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a migraine.

Me [9:49 PM]

You’re disgusting.

Jiyong [9:49 PM]

You liked it.

Okay, so maybe I did. But I still had three reports due to the label by midnight and a cold cup of coffee sweating beside my laptop. I wasn’t going to let him distract me again.

Until the office door opened.

Fuck.

“You’re not funny,” I muttered, not even looking up.

“Didn’t say anything,” Jiyong’s voice purred from the doorway.

I heard the lock on my office door click behind me. I sighed as loudly as I can.

“Jesus Christ, Jiyong—”

“You texted back,” he said, strutting in like he owned the damn place. “So I figured that was an invitation.”

“Obviously, you figured wrong,” I snapped, pretending to type something meaningful. “Don’t you have a studio to be in?”

He walked behind my desk and leaned down, mouth grazing my ear. “Nah, I’m with my favorite noona right now.”

My thighs tensed as he whispered those words at my ear. His hands landed on the arms of my chair, caging me in, the other slipping along the edge of my skirt. I didn’t dare look at him. I knew that face too well—the one he made when he knew I was losing. And I was. God, I was.

“Really?” I muttered, eyes still on my monitor, pretending like my entire body wasn’t already humming at the sound of his boots hitting tile.

Jiyong leaned down, mouth grazing the shell of my ear. “Noona, you know… I’m starting to get pissed of your push and pull,” he lazily drawls, his voice smug and sugar-slick.

In one smooth motion, he bent down, slid an arm behind my back, and scooped me up with maddening ease from the chair, like I didn’t weigh a thing, and set me down on the desk without so much as a grunt. Papers scattered, a pen rolled off the edge, and I was too stunned to speak.

I yelped. “Jiyong!”

“Shh,” he said, laughing under his breath as he carried me around the desk. “Someone might hear.”

“Then put me down, idiot.”

He didn’t. He kicked my chair aside and set me gently on top of the desk like I was something fragile. Breakable. Holy.

“You can’t just show up like this,” I hissed, even as I instinctively spread my knees when he moved to stand between them. “Someone’s going to see—”

His hands slid up my thighs, warm and possessive, like he didn’t care. “Let them.”

“Your career has a death wish.”

“So does your mouth.” He tugged my chair back and bent low, one hand gripping the backrest, the other pressing my thigh open. “You gonna keep mouthing off or finally beg?”

I opened my mouth to insult him, but the only sound I made was a gasp. He chuckled. “Thought so.”

“You’re out of your mind,” I muttered, breathless.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher with infuriating slowness. “You say that like it’s new.”

“We’re at YG.”

“I locked the door.”

“There are cameras.”

“Not in here.”

I glared at him. “How do you know that?”

He only smiled. That fucker knew.

I rolled my eyes, biting back the urge to tilt my head and let him say more. “Get out of my office, Kwon.”

“No,” he said, grinning. “You’re wearing that skirt I like. The one that rides up when I—”

“Jiyong,” I hissed. “I’m serious—”

He leaned in again, nose brushing the curve of my cheek. “You’ve been tense all day. Can’t a dongsaeng take care of his noona?” He kissed my cheek faintly and softly. My cheeks warmed up from his sudden gesture.

“I wonder why,” I deadpanned.

“Noona…” He breathily whispers, sending shivers to my body. His lips brushed my ear. “Let me help then.”

“You’re such a menace,” I said quietly. Slowly weakening and craning my neck to the side.

He smiled against my skin. “You like it.”

“Do I?”

He kissed me slow and unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. This was different from what I expected… But God help me, I melted. His hands lifted to my cheeks, thumbs brushing just under my eyes, as if I were fragile. As if I mattered.

He kissed me again. This time with a little more weight, but still slow. Still careful. Like there was nowhere else he needed to be.

“What are you doing,” I whispered. My hands grabbed his hoodie, yanking him closer, fingers curling into the soft cotton like I was trying to stop myself from falling.

Too late for that.

“I’m gentle,” he said, brushing his nose against mine. “You’re the dangerous one.”

I wanted to laugh, or scoff, or say something snarky.

But all I could do was close my eyes and lean into him as his lips travelled down to my neck, nipping that soft spot that made me moan quietly.

We stayed like that for a moment. My hands resting on his hoodie. His forehead against mine. Our breaths tangled and quiet in the late-afternoon hum of the office.

And I thought, Goddamn it, I might actually be falling.

My legs were still around his waist, skirt hiked indecently high, and Jiyong’s lips were soft and warm on mine. But something twisted in my chest. It wasn’t the thrill this time. It wasn’t heat, or the usual rush of reckless adrenaline that came with letting him touch me where he shouldn’t.

It was quieter. A sting.

My hand slid up to the side of his face, and when he leaned into it—without thinking, without hesitating—something in me broke.

I exhaled sharply. “Jiyong.”

“Mm?” he murmured, nuzzling the inside of my wrist.

“What are we doing?”

Silence.

He stilled. I felt the shift. His body tensed—not in the sexy way. Not in the teasing way. He slowly stepped back, his hands slipping off my thighs.

“You’re asking me that now?” His voice was low. Still calm. But I knew him too well. I’d struck something.

“I just—” I jumped off the desk, pulling my skirt down like it made a difference now. Like modesty would patch over the fact that I’d had his mouth on mine not thirty seconds ago. “This… We can’t keep—”

“You always do this,” he cut in, voice quiet. “You let me get close, and the second it feels real, you push me away.”

“I’m not pushing—”

“Yes, you are.” He shook his head, laughing bitterly under his breath. “What about those weeks? Huh? When it was just us?”

My stomach twisted. I knew exactly what he meant.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“You cooked for me. I left clothes at your place. You let Iye sleep on your pillow,” he said, like he couldn’t believe he had to remind me. “You kissed me in the morning before coffee. What the hell was that?”

He wasn’t wrong.

Those weeks had been… something. Too much, too fast, too good. We were reckless in a quiet way—grocery runs at midnight, his hand on the small of my back, the way I caught myself smiling for no reason when he talked to Iye like she was a person. I let it happen. I didn’t stop any of it. I didn’t want to.

But that made it real. And real meant consequences. Real meant feelings I couldn’t afford. Real meant this—standing in front of him, wanting to reach for him and instead pretending like I didn’t care.

“I don’t know—”

“Bullshit.” His voice cracked, just barely. “You do know. You just don’t want to say it.”

I swallowed hard. My pulse was thudding so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. I felt like I was balancing on the edge of something I couldn’t name. Like if I took one step forward, there’d be no going back.

Because the truth was… I was scared.

Not of him.

Of me.

Of how easy it was to fall into him. How badly I wanted to.

And what scared me the most?

I already had.

I looked at him, and he looked so tired. So done. Not angry. Not even hurt. Just… disappointed.

“I’m trying to be rational, Jiyong. This isn’t just some little secret we can keep forever. You’re my brother’s bandmate. You’re you. I can’t—” I swallowed hard. “I can’t afford to get used to this.”

“And you think I can?”

I blinked. “What?”

“You think this is just easy for me?” His voice rose—not loud, but sharp. Controlled fury. “You think I haven’t spent years trying to get over you?”

My stomach dropped.

“What—”

“Don’t act like you don’t remember,” he snapped.

[Flashback – Six Years Ago]

I still remember the first time I met them.

YG’s halls looked different then—less glossy, more grit. The kind of place that smelled like old coffee and ambition. I was visiting Seunghyun on one of his late practice nights. Back then, he was still nervous before I came around his bandmates, still twitchy about anyone getting the wrong idea.

“You’re older. Don’t embarrass me.”

So naturally, I showed up in my best heels and even better sarcasm. I walked in with two bags of fried chicken, a six-pack of beer, and no expectations.

“Hyung, who’s that?” Daesung had asked, eyes wide as I set the food down.

“My sister,” Seunghyun muttered, already cringing.

“Your noona?” Youngbae blinked at me. “For real?”

“Why does she look cooler than you?” Jiyong added, completely straight-faced.

I burst out laughing. Seunghyun didn’t.

That was the beginning.

I didn’t plan to hang around much. I thought it would be a one-time thing. But they were… impossible to resist. Loud, chaotic, sweet in the way boys get when they’re exhausted and half-feral from chasing dreams. They’d pull me into their jokes, share their ramen, collapse on the practice room floor and talk about the kind of lives they wanted.

I saw every side of them. Daesung’s goofy charm. Youngbae’s quiet faith. And Jiyong—well, Jiyong was harder to pin down.

At first, I thought he didn’t like me. He rarely spoke to me directly. He’d sit in the corner, sketching lyrics in his notebook, glancing up once in a while like he couldn’t decide what to make of me.

But then one night, he handed me a bottle of Pocari Sweat without looking.

“You haven’t eaten,” he muttered.

I blinked. “Is that your way of saying thank you for the chicken?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

After that, it shifted.

He’d wait a beat longer when I said goodbye. Sit closer when we all piled onto the couch. Text me late with random memes or music demos.

Sometimes he’d just look at me for too long. Not in a creepy way—just curious. Like he was trying to figure something out.

One night, I brought them late-night dinner again. They were all half-asleep from dance practice, limbs tangled, eyelids heavy. I told them to eat before they passed out.

Jiyong didn’t eat. He just watched me the whole time.

And then he followed me out.

I was halfway down the stairwell when I heard the door creak open behind me.

“Wait.”

I paused, one hand on the rail, heart already kicking harder than it should’ve. I turned.

“Noona.” Jiyong stood in the doorway, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, that messy dark hair falling into his eyes. His face was unreadable—calm on the surface, but I could tell. I could always tell. Something was brewing under that calm. Something shaking loose.

“I forgot my water bottle,” I said, too quickly. Too stupidly.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped down one stair. Then another. Until we were eye-level.

“I like you.” It came out soft. Shaky.

I blinked. “What?” It knocked the breath out of me.

His eyes didn’t move from mine. “I said… I like you.”

The silence that followed was so sharp it felt like glass under my skin. I swallowed hard. “Jiyong…”

He didn’t blink. “I’m not confused. I’m not playing around. I’ve felt this for a while.”

“Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t say that.”

“I know,” he cut in. “I know it’s messed up. I know I’m younger, I know you’re Seunghyun-hyung’s sister. Believe me, I know how bad this looks.” His voice trembled, just slightly, but it was enough to shred me.

“I’ve tried to stop. I tried ignoring it. But I can’t.” He looked down, breathing hard. “I think about you all the time.”

My stomach dropped.

“Jiyong…” I said again, weaker this time.

His eyes snapped back up to mine. “Just tell me I’m crazy. Tell me I’m wrong. I’ll back off. I swear. But don’t lie to me. Don’t pretend this thing between us isn’t real.”

I froze.

He looked so raw. So young and desperate and painfully sure of something I had spent months trying to bury.

“I’m not pretending,” I said, quietly.

A flicker of hope crossed his face. “Then—”

“That’s why I can’t do this.”

He flinched. “What?”

I shook my head. “You think this is something beautiful and poetic and brave, but it’s not. It’s a mistake waiting to happen.”

His whole face fell. The light in his eyes dimmed instantly. I kept going. I had to. “You’re tired. You’re emotional. You’re riding high off a debut and sleepless nights and too much adrenaline. You don’t know what this is. You don’t even know what you want—”

“I know what I want.”

“No, you don’t,” I snapped.

The words came out harsher than I meant them to, and his mouth clamped shut. I could see it—like a door closing behind his eyes.

I tried to soften. “Jiyong, this will pass. You’ll meet someone. You’ll forget this ever happened.”

He looked at me then, like I was the worst kind of coward. And maybe I was.

“You really think this is just… what? Hormones?” His voice cracked. “You think I’m just a dumb kid with a crush?”

I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t think that. Not really. Not deep down. But if I let him believe that, if I forced that story hard enough—we could both walk away unscathed.

His jaw tensed. His hands clenched.

“You know what hurts the most?” he said. “It’s not that you said no. It’s that you made me feel stupid for saying it.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I had no defense.

“You’re just young,” I added quickly. “This is infatuation. It’s nothing serious. It’ll pass.”

“It hasn’t,” he snapped. “It hasn’t passed, noona. I’ve felt this since the day I met you.”

My breath caught. He was staring straight through me. No hesitation, no filter.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything,” he said. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll drop it. I’ll never bring it up again. Just don’t lie.”

And I broke because I couldn’t lie but I couldn’t tell the truth either. So I did the only thing I knew how to do—I built a wall.

“You’re not in love with me, Jiyong,” I said, and this time, I didn’t try to soften it. “You’re in love with the idea of me.”

His face changed—subtle, like something caving in behind his eyes.

“You don’t know what you want. You’re chasing a fantasy because it makes you feel special, but this? Us?” I shook my head. “It would never work. You’d ruin your career. You’d ruin your friendship with my brother. And for what?”

I could see it—his hands curling into fists, his shoulders pulling in. “Don’t do that,” he said, voice cracking. “Don’t make me feel like an idiot for caring.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” I said, too fast, too defensive.

“By tearing me apart?” he snapped.

I shut my mouth.

“You don’t even believe the shit you’re saying,” he added, laughing bitterly. “You’re just scared.”

“Maybe I am,” I whispered. “But that doesn’t change anything.”

His face hardened. “Right. Got it.”

And then he stepped back. One stair. Two. Like I was something to step away from. Like I’d burned him.

“Next time you see me, don’t worry. I’ll keep it professional.”

“Jiyong—”

“No,” he said, without even looking at me. “You were right. I am young. I’ll get over it.”

But he didn’t. Not really. And I didn’t either. Because the truth was—he wasn’t wrong. I had felt something. Still did. But I thought if I said the cruel things first, it would protect us both.

—

The stairwell was long gone.But that night stayed with me like a bruise that never faded.

Even now, sitting in my office—empty coffee cups, papers scattered, lipstick smudged from his mouth—my chest felt heavy with it.

“You crushed me,” he said now, voice calmer, but hollow. “You made me feel like I was some dumb kid who didn’t know what he wanted.”

“You were eighteen,” I said, guilt slicing through me like glass. “I thought I was doing the right thing.” I knew I did.

“And now?”

I hesitated.

He stepped closer, tone suddenly gentler. “Now that I’m not that kid anymore. Now that I’ve proven I know exactly what I want. Do you still think this isn’t real?”

My heart twisted.

I looked down. “I don’t know.”

He nodded slowly, like he’d expected that. “You’re scared.”

I scoffed, defensive. “Of what?”

“Of the fact that I make you feel something.”

That hit harder than I wanted to admit.

I crossed my arms. “I’m not scared.”

“Then why are you still running from me?” he said, suddenly raw. “Why do you keep pretending this is just sex when we both know it’s not?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Because I was scared.

Of what Seunghyun would think. Of what the label would say. Of how much of myself I’d already handed over to this boy—this man—who kept showing up even when I told him not to.

I sighed and turned away, resting my hands on the back of my chair. My voice cracked. “This would destroy everything.”

“Or it could be the best thing that ever happened to you,” he whispered behind me.

When I turned back around, he looked tired. Not just physically—emotionally. Like he was worn out from chasing me. From always being the one who gave more.

“Y/N, I can’t keep doing this,” he said quietly.

“Jiyong—”

“I love you.”

I froze.

He said it like he meant it. Like it had been living inside him for years. Like it wasn’t something he could take back now.

And it wrecked me.

“I—” My voice caught. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know if I can say it back.”

He nodded once. “Okay.”

And then he turned and walked toward the door.

My chest squeezed painfully. I opened my mouth. Closed it.

“Jiyong.”

He paused, hand on the doorknob.

“…Don’t leave.”

There was silence after I told him not to leave. A long, heavy silence. The kind that fills your lungs and makes it impossible to breathe.

He turned. Walked back to me slowly. His face unreadable now. His shoulders dropped.

But this time, he didn’t touch me. He stood in front of me, watching. Waiting. And when I looked up at him—really looked, I saw it again. That same boy from the stairwell. Still wanting. Still hoping.

But he didn’t move closer.

I tried to speak, to close the space between us with words. Something. Anything.

“Jiyong…” My voice cracked.

He raised a hand. Stopped me.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “Not unless you mean it.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly cold.

“I told you I loved you,” he said, looking at me like it hurt.

“I’m not asking you to say it back,” he said, quieter now. “But I’m done pretending I’m okay with being a secret. Or a mistake you keep trying to undo.”

His words hit harder than they should have. Because they were true. I’d been pretending since the start—pretending I had control, that I didn’t need him the way he needed me. That this was just sex. Just fun.

But it wasn’t.

Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

His fingers curled around the door handle.

“Jiyong…”

“Don’t,” he said again. Firmer this time. “If I stay, I’ll just keep loving you. And you’ll keep breaking me.”

It felt like something inside me collapsed.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered. “I don’t know how to be with you.”

He finally looked at me—really looked at me. His eyes were glassy and then he opened the door. Cool hallway light spilled into the room. I wanted to call his name again. To stop him. But what would I even say? Come back so I can hurt you more?

So instead, I stood there.

And I watched the only person who ever made me feel alive walk out of my office without looking back.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And just like that, I was alone again. The silence hit louder than anything else. I stared at the door Jiyong had just slipped out of like it still held the echo of his presence.

He hadn’t said goodbye. No wink. No snarky last word. No “see you later, noona” in that singsong voice that used to make me want to throw something at his head.

Just… silence.

Because I’d done it again.

Pushed. Dismissed. Lied to both of us like that was easier than feeling too much.

I stood, pacing. Every step echoed louder than the last in the tight space.

What the hell were we doing? Playing? Pretending?

Or worse—was I just dragging him along for the ride, like I hadn’t already broken his heart once?

The memory of his face from years ago punched through me again—those sharp features twisted up in betrayal, disbelief. Hurt.

He’d looked at me like I was everything. And I’d told him he was nothing.

God, I was such a coward.

I sat back in my chair, the leather cold under my thighs, and stared at the empty space he’d stood in earlier—right between my knees, whispering against my skin, calling me dangerous with that infuriating, reverent grin. He didn’t look like a boy anymore and he didn’t kiss like one, either.

The office felt too quiet now. Too cold.

This time, he hadn’t followed me and I had no idea if he ever would again.

My phone buzzed.

Jiyong [10:36 pm]

I’m done waiting for you to decide if you want me or not.

I stared at the screen like it was burning a hole in my chest.

My heart broke quietly, the kind of crack that doesn’t show but feels like it’s splitting me in two.

I wanted to text back. Wanted to fix it.

But all I could do was freeze, trapped in the silence of the room.

#kwon jiyong scenario #kwon jiyong x reader #g dragon #kwon jiyong #bigbang #bigbang scenarios #angst #jiyong scenario #bigbang scenario #g dragon x reader

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sisaloofafump · 8 months ago

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Thinking about Bruce getting hit by a spell that gives him catlike features for a year. It lasts long enough that he knows he can't hide it, so he integrates it into his public persona.

It doesn't really affect his Batman work. He perches on high places and turns away from physical affection like usual. His cowl already has places for ears and his tail is hidden by his cape. His balance is already so good. The eyes make his night vision better, the flexibility in his feet makes him swifter, he modifies the gloves to match Selina's claws.

But there are little things that change.

He's more sleepy, constantly, and it's rarely a deep nap but he nods off whenever he can. Every few days he needs to cuddle with someone safe and is restless and needy if he can't. His meals (already dense and few and far between) stick to a strict schedule. He sniffs things.

And with those that he's close to, it gets a little more apparent.

He deposits care packages at his kids' doors in the middle of the night with no explanation

He hisses at criminals

He licks his thumb and rubs sauce splatter off Alfred's face in the kitchen

Diana picks him up by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten and he just goes limp

Selina is having the absolute best time of her life. It doesn't matter that they're fighting, once she hears the news she runs back to Gotham and doesn't let him out of the bed for a week

She is, however, mockingly offended that he's both stolen her aesthetic and that he refuses to lean into it. She keeps making him catsuits. She "buys" him cat themed jewelry and he can't even complain about it because she's looking at him with such wonder and awe and then kissing him stupid

He melts into Clark's pets and practically climbs into his lap when they're alone. (Totally Platonically of course). He travels to Metropolis semi-regularly to take care of his cuddling needs away from the indignity of his household

He always checks and makes sure Superman's hair curl is perfect

Socialites love it. They pet his ears and his tail and he drapes himself over them pretending he loves it too, focusing all his attention on controlling his tail muscles and not letting it flick angrily

"Oh no, it didn't give me the muscles to purr" Brucie explains, and then he spots Friend! Ally! Lois Lane across the hall and starts purring up a storm

Lois is unbelievably smug as her and Bruce are nearly chased out by an incredibly jealous heiress

Both Cass and Stephanie are so excited and Steph stops avoiding patrols with Bruce because her need to sneak up behind him and pat his (cowled) head is too strong. He lets it happen. They work well together when she knows she's only allowed to keep it up if she follows all his other mission commands

Damian brings him pamphlets on feline health and behaviours and enforces strict adherence to its guidelines

Jason is insufferable about it, not lessening in his taunts even after the novelty has worn off for everyone else. Bruce once picks him up by the scruff and he goes limp

Wayne Foundation sells multiple photoshoot calendars, ranging from wholesome to downright scandalous. Selina (who is semi-publicly known to be Catwoman after her most recent arrests) directs them the shoot, to the horror of most of the crew

They sell out immediately

Lois buys all three and places the most scandalous in the kitchen with sticky notes covering the most sensitive areas (but leaving enough to let the imagination go wild). The wholesome one goes beside their bed and the mid tier one is on Clark's desk at the Planet. He moves it to Lois's desk. Lois changes his computer wallpaper a full frontal cat!Bruce nude

Bruce gets away with catnapping throughout any meeting he wants

He sets up a "nap room" attached to his office which provides ample excuse to sneak away or work on his batcomputer

Dick doesn't know how to feel. Humour, yes, but it reminds him of the cat themed entertainers at the circus and their acrobatic stunts. He teaches Bruce some of them. He doesn't say why (but Bruce knows)

Bruce chirps when he's sleepy. He curls up with Clark on the couch and Clark memorizes the sound

He accidentally chirps over comms once and without hesitation Clark and Diana reply back. The rest of the league is deeply confused but it becomes a nearly effective check in system for the Trinity

Clark subconsciously learns how to purr. Lois gives him absolute hell for it. The apartment vibrates minutely whenever Bruce is over

Bruce's ears and tail are horribly transparent about his emotions, especially negative ones. It's not purring or chirping that indicates contentment, but the lack of his tail's near constant flicking and ticked off ears

Tim is one of the only ones who tries to optimize the cat features as part of Batman. He isn't distracted by or infantilizing of them, but he also doesn't ignore them and pretend everything is the same

Duke thinks it's Bad Ass but doesn't push the gimmick when he realizes Bruce won't lean into it. He once snips off a piece of Bruce's fur on a dare by his civilian friends. He sells it for $690

Bruce goes cowl & capeless at core-group Justice League meetings because the suit still too constructing and sensory-overwhelming no matter how much he modifies it. His glare dares them to be distracted by it. They still are.

Most of them move on after a few months. Barry never does. Actually if we're being honest none of them do, but most of them stop hovering around and hoping to pet him. (And he trusts them. He allows some initial pets to get the curiosity out of their system. Until he gets overwhelmed and shuts it all down)

Hal is gravely injured on a mission and Bruce wraps him in his arms and purrs until evac arrives. They never talk about it again

Oliver wonders if he should get an animal themed transformation. Zatanna gives him a rat tail

Diana is delighted by the increased spring in his pounces and elects herself his principle sparring partner

(Dinah propositions him for a threesome. Bruce takes one look at Ollie's tail and walks away)

Bruce claws up Clark's cape and perches on his shoulders while he flies

He rips up little papers at his desk while working

When the batsignal goes up, he abandons everything and pounces towards it. Gordon finds him tapping at the bright light with his claw

Helena’s dog hates him

For a few weeks in the second month, he has two sets of canines as his adult cat teeth come in. What starts as a duo Alfred & Damian project to find appropriate teething material for Bruce that is a) effective and b) dignified enough Bruce would use it, spirals into a full batfamily effort. Too many people buy the exact same cheap adult batsignal chew necklace. Luke designs a high tech chewable batarang. Dick suggest an old cowl's ears. Finally someone brings him a chew necklace shaped like the Superman crest and Bruce gets way too much satisfaction walking out of a WE board meeting with an punctured and ruined El crest

Clark puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder during monitor duty, expecting either aloof rejection or a cuddle. Bruce bites him. That knocks the remaining baby teeth out

Diana performs his dental check ups because her fingers are strong but forgiving, and Clark Is Not Jealous

Bruce will give Jon and the shy children of socialites and WE employees piggybacks and let them play with his hair and ears, and or get away with tugging on his tail. It's uncomfortable, but he enjoys their glee and what little he can do to entertain them

Clark tries picking Bruce up by the scruff and Bruce hisses at him

Bruce only talks to J'onn telepathically

Unthinking, in an emergency, Bruce uses his serrated tongue and licks the kryptonite particles off of Clark's face

Inspired by the whiskers he unfortunately did not get, Bruce inputs sensors on the side of his cowl to help him judge what he's able to squeeze through

The one person who hates it is Kate. She attends some of the same events as Bruce as resents the attention he gets, both for his sake and because of her own annoyance. She thinks it's stupid how much mission time is wasted talking about it. She wishes it happened to her. She is Bruce's main ally in getting conversations back on track

Bruce gets so many love letters and proposals in the mail from all over the world. Selina puts them all in a binder and, even when wearing a disguise, pulls him closer whenever she sees one of the authors in person

Babs is (aside from changing some of his interface to have some cat themes) very professional about it. She low effort dresses up as a cat for a last minute Halloween event and Dick retches when she tries to flirt with him

Everyone buys him cat collars. Most are cheap gag gifts. Most are bat merch. Hal gives him a green lantern one. Steph gives him a Superman one.

Selina gives him dozens but the only one he'll wear isn't a collar at all but a lacy black choker with a dainty chain decal and a little heart charm. Bruce wears it to a gala and doesn't understand Clark's expression until he looks at it under a microscope. "Property of S". He looks into claw coverings Selina helped add to his gloves. "Property of C". Huh. Maybe that explains why Clark looked at them weird

His butt wiggles before he jumps

When the year is nearly up, Bruce pretends he won't mourn any of it and continues like normal. Selina debates trying to extend it. Zatanna could, but ultimately they decide to let it go

Unlike in the first week, Bruce and Selina fight a lot in the days before the end because emotions are high and Selina is clingy. It doesn't stop them from making the most of each night tho

Clark is disappointed that his time as Designated Bruce Cuddler and their semi-regular hangouts are coming to an end. Lois was dragging them through an X-Files marathon and they had only a couple seasons left

Diana gives in and takes him to the Andromeda Mall for a spa day so she can finally coo over him in relative privacy

When it ends, Bruce goes back to his old suit with no comment. He barely addresses the change and, aside from a few wayward jokes, people move on. But if they look closely, they'd see how the claws remain, and the springing support near his ankles

Selina leaves for a time after she realizes he wants to pretend it never happened and their increasing arguments were no longer tempered by sex. Bruce pretends it's not ironic that he'd lose two cat aspects of his life at once

Clark comes home late a few weeks later and finds Lois in her armchair and Bruce there with popcorn and X-Files queued up. Bruce sits on the opposite end of the couch, but he doesn't seem to mind when Clark tucks his legs up on the cushions and rests his feet against Bruce's thigh

Everyone still gives him cat toys too often

Selina spots Bruce in the lobby of her favourite ballet and the frills of a black lace choker are peaking out of his collar. She smiles

(Also for the next 4 years Hal will only show Batman as a cat during strategy simulations)

Anyway. Cat Bruce <33

#this was supposed to be like 2 sentences #anyway shout out to the best and worst thing that ever happened to Selina Kyle #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #lois lane #wonder woman #selina kyle #batcat #superbat #catwoman #batfamily #stephanie brown #dick grayson #I’m not gonna tag all the others because I don’t wanna clog up their tags w Batman stuff #justice league #JLA #my rambles

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namelessgakusei · 3 months ago

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A Whisker Away

Mark Grayson reader

Warnings: family problems(? Did I tagged that right), pining, miscommunication, slow burn that it made me nearly fall asleep

Notes: A purely self indulgent fic. I can't decide whether I'll write about something like One Kiss or Rewrite The Stars. Brought to you by a very very tired Gaku. I really should start writing on my laptop. Woah this turned really long, might cut this in parts.

Synopsis: After a chance meeting with a strange talking cat who sells masks, you gain the ability to turn into a cat! Using it to your advantage, you discover your effect on people, and your importance to a certain childhood friend.

It started with a fight against your parents. They were chastising you over your choice of major for college, saying that it's better to choose something practical for your career instead of prioritizing your interest.

It was nothing new, you fight with your parents almost every day. But their words just struck something hard, making you storm out of the house in anger...? No, hurt. Sometimes, you're fairly sure they're trying to live their dreams through you.

Usually, you'd go to the Grayson's whenever you want to sulk, but you have a feeling that your parents will search there first when you take too long to come back, and you really didn't want to come back, at least for the night. The image of Mark pouting after finding out that you didn't came to him made you chuckle through the stream of tears rolling down your eyes. Stupid Mark, he'll definitely get worried once he knows you ran away.

You didn't strayed that far anyway, only a couple blocks away, in the rundown playground that you and Mark used to play in when you were kids. The thought of Mark makes you want to go back, to knock on his window after scaling his house, crawling through his sheets and sleeping beside him when he lets you in, you bit your lip. You miss Mark.

But does he? He's been getting distant lately. Your normal hangout time is replaced with him awkwardly trying to make an excuse to leave, promising to make it up to you next time. Whenever you two were out, he's suddenly ditching you without an explanation, only with a text of an apology and another promise to make up. He doesn't even let you in his room anymore. You're not stupid, you've seen his injuries, despite him trying to hide it. You've noticed him changed, even if he swears he didn't.

He has the right to keep secrets, but you feel left out. Left behind by the only person making it worth it to live.

A puff of smoke snaps you out of your pity party. When you turned to see the source, your face fell. It's... a big cat... dressed in traditional Japanese clothes. ...Huh? You know that there are weird things happening in the world, there are super powered heroes and villains, and you're fairly certain that your school janitor is a vampire with how much he loathes light. But, a human sized cat, smoking from a pipe and smiling at you?

Did you died on your way here?

"Fancy a mask?" The feline seller grins at you.

Mark's panicking. You ran away from home? At this hour?! What were you thinking?! It has been a few hours since before your parents asked for his family and the neighbors' help. Should he ask for Cecil's help? No, Mark doesn't want to involve his personal life in his hero work. He doesn't want his family, nor you to get involved and possibly be put to danger because of it.

Why didn't you came to him? He'll always listen! He'll let you sleep over! Mark thought that you weren't fighting with your parents anymore since it's been a few months after you last went over in the middle of the night. ...Or was he just took busy to notice? Mark frowns at the thought and searched up in the skies for any signs of you.

You were last sighted going over here so... Oh? A cat? Mark lowers down to the ground, nearly startling the kitten laying in the swings, its head looks up at him and it reminded Mark of your own expression when he sneaks up on you, it doesn't help that its eyes look the same as yours.

Did you stopped by here? "Have you seen them?" Mark reaches out to pet the feline and it nuzzles to his touch, purring beneath his hands. He smiles at its actions, debating on whether he brings it with him or not. Maybe it'll serve as a good bait for you to come out?

It was a ridiculous idea but with how the kitten follows him after he stood up, it made him consider it. Scooping the feline to his arms, he flew above the skies again.

Mark can fly?!

You can only gape as Mark scoops you to his arms and fucking flew above the houses, looking for you. What. Since when can he fly?!

Then again, since where were you a cat? The mask seller gave you a mask for free, saying something like keeping his customers' good faith on him or something. You tried it on, not knowing that you'll turn into the cat you are now. How can you change back? Just pull the "mask" off! But you can't really do that now, can you? Not when you're 50ft above ground!

You need to find a way to distract Mark, or find an opening where you can change back into being a human without getting caught.

Thankfully he brought you home after the unsuccessful search for you. You quickly took off your mask when he turned around to talk to his parents, acting as if you snuck inside his room the whole time. Mark hugged you tight when he saw you and made you almost feel bad for lying. But hey, he didn't told you he could fly, so you're even!

You felt giddy for the following days, it's like sharing a secret with him! But he doesn't really know he's in it. Is this why he's been avoiding you? Was he practicing his flight? Why didn't he tell you? You won't judge! You'll find it really cool! He's like Seance Dog now!

Maybe if you tell him that you can become a cat, he'll fess up? And then maybe things will go back the way they were?

You tried approaching Mark to talk, but kept getting apologies and the same promises to make up for lost time again. You start to wonder if the way he looked for you that night was because of not of worry but obligation. If the way he clung to you when you were found holds any meaning.

It's wrong, you think, when you come to him as a cat. Mark recognizes you to be the same one as before and lets you in, petting you while he does his homework. At least in this form, he isn't pushing you away. Basking in the warmth of the makeshift bed he made out of his used hoodie, you wonder when you last hung out around each other.

It has been so long.

You wonder why Mark didn't told you about his powers, were you not that trustworthy enough in his eyes? Now that you had the time to actually look at him, he looks exhausted. Why? You don't know. What, is he secretly a hero who fights the villains you see at the tv everyday? You laughed— purred at the thought, catching his attention. Mark sighed and smiled, plopping his head on his desk and absentmindedly petting you.

"I miss them."

Who? You'd ask if you could speak, but he already answered it a moment later.

"I miss (Y/N)."

Mark groans and closed his eyes.

#invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #gaku's works!

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the-guppy-fish · 6 months ago

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HC - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Types of relationships - Friends

...I have some thoughts...about our boy Simon...there are not many...but more will come...

(definitely have to make a part two🤭)

No warnings, yet. (Slightly proofread)

Simons eyes are always on you. No matter where in the room you are, his eyes always find their way to you. Both consciously and unconsciously. He just likes knowing where you are.

He has made it a habit to rest his hand on your shoulder whenever he stands behind you. (He just likes touching you..and not in a weird way)

Purposefully steals you hairties and hides them in his pockets. Whenever you leave something (jackets, shoes, ...your phone) within his reach, he loves to just hide it from you. Nothing vile. He just loves to see the confusion on your face when you mutter:"Where the f..Simon! Give back my xx"

Somehow, he knows when you get hungry. If you're ever out together, whether that be on an OP or just out with friends, it doesn't matter. Right before your mood turns snappy and you can't concentrate, he hands you some sort of snack.

He has the lamest, most dry fucking jokes ever. But you find them hilarious. Each and every single one of them. Because he has become a master at delivering those jokes.

- while walking in a desert somewhere on an op.

- Simon picks something up off the ground.

"Here, take this."

- he hands you something small. Dropping it into your gloved hand.

"What is it, Lieutenant?"

- while walking away he answers lowly.

"It's for rock music."

- you look down at a thumbnail-sized, triangular and flat rock.

🙄

"Eat." Was all he would tell you.

Tries to shepherd you if you're in crowded places. But you got a will of your own and a gene for getting distracted, so it's quite the struggle for him sometimes. He'd place a gentle hand between your shoulderblades, guiding you to wherever you need to go.

"Stay close, love."

He texts you out of the blue. And it's usually something weird. Something he's spent a good amount of time pondering over....or no time at all. Sometimes, it's something silly, and others he's thought about something deep and very emotional.

'Do you think I should get a pet for when i retire?'

'How about a dog?'

'No'

'Maybe a turtle'

'I want a turtle'

'Would you help me pick one?'

'Do you ever think about what would happen if I didn't come home from an op?'

'Shit. Sorry'

'I did it again :'( '

'Sorry love'

'You busy?'

'Oi'

'Answer me'

'Please'

'I just need your opinion on something'

Si👻 sent a picture

'Don't laugh. Just tell me if you like the sweater or not'

Simon is definitely someone who texts sporadically.

And speaking of texting. He loves to send you random pictures of animals he finds. No explanation. He just wants you to see the cute cat/dog/squirrel he encountered on a walk around town.

Simon is the kind of friend who you just click with. You don't have to talk much. You just get one another. But still. You yap his ears off every time you spend time together. And he just listens. Oh, Simon loves to hear you yap. He knows it brings some quietness to your, sometimes, racing brain. And he knows. The day he needs to talk, you'll be all ears.

Whenever he leaves for an op (without you), you use your chat, more or less, like a diary. You know he has no access to any kind of network what so ever, while he's away. So, all the messages you send... will only be read once he comes back to base. And even though it's not much, and usually only silly and funny things you send him, he loves every bit of it.

(Even when you use your chat to keep grocery lists in)

When things get rough. Because they will. Life sucks sometimes. You're there for one another. You have an ongoing list of times where you helped each other out because no one else could. (And you wanted no one else to help you)

The time you had the nastiest cold. Like snot everywhere. Coughing your lungs up. Fever. Headaches. Everything. He took some days off from work to help you feel better. He stocked your fridge with vegetable soup and made you like a hundred cuppas until you finally felt like yourself again. All while laughing at you whenever you sneezed without a tissue because you just couldn't keep the snot in.

The time Simons apartment flooded because his upstairs neighbour had busted a pipe, and water began running down Simons walls. In no time, you had helped him collect the few possessions he had at home and brought them to your place. For a few weeks, he occupied your couch while his apartment got fixed.

One time, your bank card had been stolen, and all your accounts were frozen until the card had been deactivated. With no real money to your name at that moment, Simon had lent you at least a month's worth of rent, utilities, and groceries until your bank had settled everything.

Simon once went out to drink with the task force. He had somehow convinced them that he was sober enough to walk home by himself. (He was not.) On the way home, he had managed to trip over his large feet and stumble down the pavement and almost face plant on the empty road. In his drunken state, he had managed to call you and ask for help. Even though it was late, you had gone out for him. Helped him home and into his bathroom. You had helped him clean the scrapes and cuts on his hands, knees, and chin. Brushed his teeth and made him drink some water before you sent him to bed. The next morning, you woke on his couch, the sound of Simons hangover reaching you from the bathroom. He sounded like he was dying. But at least he was up.

When you were working together, your friendship looked a little different. Your work relationship made it hard for him to express his care for you in the way we'd like. So he found other ways. Both of you had to dial down the banter and long yap sessions. So Ghost found discrete ways to be there for you. He made sure your canteen was always filled with water. When he was assigning guard shifts, he would usually put you two on the same shift to ensure you had at least some hours in each others company. Sometimes, he even saved the tiny piece of chocolate from the field rations you ate so he could give it to you whenever you had a shitty day.

When you're on leave, he loves to ask you to go hiking with him. Simon loves to spend time in nature, and he loves to spend time with you. So why not combine it? You spent hours together, both talking about almost everything between heaven and earth, but also in silence, just enjoying the comfort of being around one another.

Also, Simon loves to tease you. Not to be cruel or try to embarrass you. No. He just loves to see you squirm a little. (But he also loves it when you set your foot down. That fire behind your eyes when you tell him to "fucking quit it." He feels proud to see you stand up for yourself. Even if he was the cause of your irritation.)

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod #simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #headcanon

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fuctacles · 5 months ago

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i was gonna cut it in half, but you get 2k for Valentine's Day <3

<< thirteen | 😺 | fifteen >>

Eddie asks Wayne where is a good place to make key copies, and drafts a plan. He'll go to Steph's salon, pick up her keys, make a copy for her, and drop them back before she leaves work. Just a tiny good deed from a friendly neighbour, so she doesn't have to juggle her one set between cat feeders and whatnot.

Except Wayne sees through him immediately and throws a bucket of cold water on his enthusiasm.

"While I fully support whatever you two are doing..." He promptly raises his hand so Eddie would spare him any of the explanations brewing behind his lips. "I think this would be a little too much."

"How?" Eddie frowns, confused.

"Well, a bachelor she has just met is asking for her keys to make copies. It's a little too much too fast, don't you think?"

Eddie opens his mouth, closes it. Frowns.

"Maybe?"

"How would you feel if a new friend thought they know better how many keys you should own?" Wayne raises his eyebrows. "And took it upon themself to do it for you?"

"Okay, fine, I hear you!" Eddie groans, throwing his hands up.

Wayne sips on his coffee, now calm enough that his nephew won't do something too stupid.

"With that said, I too think it's silly to not have a spare."

"Thank you," Eddie murmurs, drumming his fingers against his cup. "So what do I do?"

"Buy her flowers, ever heard of it?" Wayne raises his eyebrow.

Eddie twists his mouth, unconvinced with the idea.

"I don't know, it sounds pretty forward..."

Wayne almost snorts his coffee out of his nose.

Eddie follows the blanket permission he got the last day and walks up to Steph's apartment around the same time. Since he felt that bringing her flowers would be too much, he settled on cookies from his favorite bakery. They could share them with coffee or tea, and it wouldn't be too weird.

It's just...

He really hopes they could actually talk.

When he opens the doors labeled 54, he's hit with the smell of spices. Steph leans through the kitchen door to greet him.

"Hi! I'm making fried rice, do you want some?"

Eddie nods, curbing the desire to come over and kiss her.

"Yeah, it smells good." He steps into the kitchen, setting the cookies on the counter. "Can I help with something?"

Steph keeps stirring for a second, before she points to one of the cupboards.

"Take out two bowls, please?" she asks.

Eddie's been in the apartment all alone, and he's looked through Steph's stuff to some extent. Opening cupboards while she's cooking shouldn't feel as thrilling as it does.

When she finishes the food, he grabs beers for the two of them, and they move to the the living room again, a movie already waiting to be played.

"Is Willow okay?" she asks, hovering over the play button, and Eddie's eyes couldn't go any wider. Only one lamp is left on in the room, and the TV is illuminating Steph like an angel offering him the finest pleasures in life.

"Is the sky blue?" he shoots back. "It's one of my favorites."

She smiles, all self satisfied and wide, like she already knew he'll love the movie.

Eddie tilts his head, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Did Wayne tell you?"

Steph shakes her head 'no'.

"It was a lucky guess," she admits coyly.

Oh, to be known like that by another human. Have someone with enough intimate knowledge of him to guess his thoughts, pick out things they know he'll like. She knows he'll like.

Eddie does like the movie, but he wishes it was something boring so they could talk. Of course, he's also enjoying having Steph pressed against his shoulder, and the movie is a great excuse to just be in her presence, without the responsible adult communication thing.

It's when she gets up asking if he wants another beer, when he realizes he's been too engrossed in the movie.

"Uh, I'm not even halfway," he says, moving the bottle in his hand.

"But are you gonna drink more?"

"Probably," he shrugs.

She brings back another four beers, and as this time he's paying attention, he notices she's already drunk a fair amount of the one she's holding.

"Everything okay?" he asks gently. He doesn't remember Steph drinking this fast, or this much, during their previous hang-outs. And it's a weekday, too.

"Mhm, yep." She plops down next to him heavily, but even the weight of her body against him doesn't soothe his nerves. On the contrary. It's easy to tell she's already tipsy, and she's planning to have at least two more beers, including the one in her hand.

"Not to be a buzzkill, you know..." Eddie licks his lips nervously. "But you're drinking more than usual."

She makes an amused sound, deep in her throat.

"Tell that to my high school self."

"Well, I'm telling it to my adult friend Stephanie, I don't know that other one."

Steph huffs, staring at the screen.

"Good."

At loss of what else to say, he leans back against the couch, hoping the press of their shoulders will bring her some comfort his words apparently can't. He's turning to the TV, when she speaks up.

"I have something to tell you."

Eddie's eyes immediately go back to her, but she's staring ahead.

"Yeah?" he prompts.

"After the movie."

He's confused and worried, but since she wants him to stay, it can't be anything bad, right?

"Okay," he says, feeling anything but. All the possible confessions are going through his mind, movie forgotten. The only things he's aware of are Steph's movements when she brings up the bottle to her lips, and her muscles flex against his arm, and his own racing thoughts.

She's going to tell him she's a lesbian just like Robin. Maybe they're secretly a long distance couple, or she has a thing with Joyce. Or she has a man in another state. A secret family, a husband? What if she has a kid? Eddie would make a good step-dad, but he wasn't planning for that any time soon. Or maybe it's way simpler than that, and she'll finally tell him to stop, that she's not interested, never was. That Eddie, a metal musician still in college, isn't worth it.

"I wasn't born a woman."

The credits are rolling on the screen, letters forming Eddie's miserable scenarios, and he's so focused on them he barely hears Steph's words. But finally, he turns his head towards her. She's slumped next to him, picking on the label of her empty beer bottle. He's so relieved he doesn't understand what's going on.

"I know." Not his best reaction but he can't believe she's been worried about it all this time, drinking just to tell him something he's already figured out.

Steph frowns, before turning to him with glassy eyes.

"You know?"

He points to the collage on her wall.

"You have your old photos right there?"

She stares at the display like she's seeing it for the first time in her life. Her eyes widen with the realization and she makes a sound between a snort and a groan, head falling back.

"Of course I fucking do."

Eddie drums his fingers against his beer bottle. He still has a couple of swings left.

"Is that what you were so worried about?"

"Of course!" She throws out her hands angrily, startling him. "It's always 'do you not want me, Steph?' and then 'ew, you have a what?' or 'i always wanted to fuck someone like that' and honestly? At this point I don't know which one is worse. So yes, I was fucking worried!"

Steph stands up angrily, swaying a little, but she quickly catches her balance. She starts gathering the empty bottles and Eddie rushes to help before she drops any and makes a mess, but she gathers them petulantly in her arms.

"You can go, I got this," she says dismissively.

"I want to help," he protests, hands held out uselessly. Steph marches to the kitchen, all the bottles pressed close to her chest. Eddie quickly follows, but she safely deposits them all in the sink and stares at them, expression hidden by her hair.

"Stop sucking up to me. I'm not something to be scratched off a bucket list."

"What?" Eddie frowns.

Steph finally turns towards him, and now he wishes she didn't. Her eyes are sad and angry and he doesn't like them directed at him like that.

"Is that why you kissed me? Because you knew?"

'I always wanted to fuck someone like that.'

"No. No," he protests firmly. "I liked you before that, it doesn't matter to me."

"Are you sure?" she scoffs. "You might change your mind when I get undressed."

"I highly doubt that." He crosses his arms over his chest. "I've told you I'm not deterred by d—" His eyes widen momentarily, the word lodging in his throat, but Steph only rolls her eyes with annoyance.

"You can say 'dick'. I have a dick. I am a woman with a dick."

That's a lot of dicks for just a few words. And Eddie is trying to prove that he's into them but not in a weird way. Which is difficult when you're rarely normal about anything.

"Yeah, that, and I've had close encounters with those, though never on a woman before," he admits. "I would operate whatever genitals you have because they're yours, not because I'm hoping they're a certain way. I don't care. Well, I care because they're yours, but if you told me I can never touch or look, that's okay." Though what a travesty that would be. What about all the orgasms he promised her in his head? But she still has a prostate, right? He probably could—

"Say it," Steph interrupts his futuristic plans.

"Huh?"

"Say I have a dick." She crosses her arms tightly over her chest.

Eddie inhales deeply.

"You have a dick. It doesn't matter to me either way. You could have a pussy, a dick, or a cacti, and I would accommodate. Though we probably would have to get rid of the thorns on the last one. Or get me some protective gear."

She lets out a startled snort.

"Yeah, sure. We'll see about that."

It sounds like a challenge, and while Eddie might hate sports, he loves games. If it's up his alley, he can get competitive easily, and this one promises great treasures, if he wins.

If only he knew the rules.

"Tomorrow, same time. Wear something comfortable."

Eddie's eyes widen.

"For what?" His voice comes out higher than he'd like, but his mind quickly resurfaces from the gutter it found itself in, and he frowns, suddenly suspicious. "Will you make me exercise?"

Her features soften, and a playful smirk pulls on her lips.

"You'll see."

Her smile is a good sign, even if it's at his expense, so he decides not to push his luck anymore and end the night here.

"Well, I'm gonna..." He awkwardly motions to the door, hesitating.

Steph is leaning against the bar counter, watching him knowingly.

"You can get a goodnight kiss tonight," she says, resting her cheek against her palm. "Or get more tomorrow."

Eddie wonders, if the game has already started. He puts his quick Dungeon Master wits to work, and figures with how far he's come, he gets advantage on the Charisma check.

"I could live off of goodnight kisses for forever," he says. "There's no need for anything more."

He almost feels bad at how fast her resolve crumbles, giving place to fiery red flush.

"Fucking charmer," she scoffs almost angrily, before rounding the counter towards him. The energy coming off of her makes him take a step back, and he hits the front door. Steph's nails scratch the wooden surface right next to his ear. She tilts her head.

"You're gonna put your money where your mouth is?"

Eddie's been trying to get better at that, sometimes to his own demise—staying true to his words, keeping promises. So he reaches for her neck and pulls her in.

It's more like their first kiss than the last one. It's hungrier, the knowledge that they both want more seeping into their muscles, grasping at clothes, pulling and pushing. Eddie groans into Steph's hot mouth, happy to be pressed between her soft, strong body, and the cold door. She pushes even closer, gathering the sound with her tongue and claiming it for herself.

They pull apart with a wet smack, and Steph laughs breathily at the dopey smile she finds directed at her. She pats Eddie's cheek affectionately and untangles herself from his grasp. The door clicks when she twists the lock, and it seems to bring Eddie back from his daze.

"Goodnight, Eddie," she says pointedly.

He blinks at her, before his soft smile comes back, and he reaches up again to place one last kiss on her lips.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow," he smiles, before slipping outside the door.

Steph is terrible person, and also more smitten with this boy than she'd want to admit, so she looks through the peephole at the dimly lit corridor. She hopes Eddie can't hear her chuckle at the silly dance he does while walking away from her door.

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magics-neptunes-things · 1 year ago

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Kiss Me More

Hi guys :)

I had a request for the last chapter for the serie "Kiss Me", so here it is :)

I hope it will suits you, dear anon.

Enjoy ♥

TW : Mention of cheating

PART 1 | PART 2

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Being Katie McCabe’s girlfriend is something you were hoping to be for several weeks before it happens. You both needed a little of adjustment at first, Katie was sometimes a little bit reluctant to pass to much time with you. You were hurt at first, thinking that she finally wasn’t interested to the idea of making things with you. When she realized that she hurt you, you had an explanation, where she basically told you that she didn’t want things to go to fast. Because a part of her was always scared of something going wrong or something.

You were great now, she isn’t the most demonstrative person in the world, at least when you are not alone. You can live with that actually, both of you decided to hide your relationship to the public for now. Not all of your teammates know about your relationship, but the ones who are your friends know.

Katie makes a point to let you understand that she is in charge in this relationship, but as bossy as she wants to be, you can only see how much she looks for you. When you are not coming to work together, she always waits for you in the locker room to have her kiss before going to training. When you are eating with other of your teammates at the training facilities, she always sneaks her chocolate to you. And you can say that she remembers everything you tell her.

Your favorite chocolate, your favorite flower, your favorite color, the name of the cat you had when you were a kid, where you like to go for a walk, your favorite TV show… She knows everything and she is always proud about it.

That’s the kind of things that makes you realize that she really cares about you.

********

“Do you really need to go?” you ask in a pouting tone, wrapped around your girlfriend.

Katie needs to go, you know that. She has to go to Ireland for the national break. You stay in London yourself, your ankle being a little sore and Australia only playing friendly, both of your teams decide to let you rest. You’re a little sad not to go have fun with Caitlin, Steph and Kyra, but you will next time.

“Yes, I have to. But I still could take you in my pocket” she smirks.

“I think I’d like that” you smile back.

Katie laughs and you cuddle even more against her, trying to get as much from your girlfriend as possible. It’s only two weeks, but you don’t like when she’s not around. She seems a little less needy than you are, but she never said anything about your behavior with her. Katie being very honest, you know that she would have said something if she didn’t like something you do.

You feel her shiver when you take a big breath in her neck and you smile, letting your finger run on the skin of her abs. But she knows what you’re doing, because several seconds after, she takes your hand in hers.

“We don’t have time for that, my pretty lady.”

“Can’t make it quick?” you tease.

“Not with you.”

She kisses you and you let her, distractedly asking yourself if it’s a compliment or not. But you soon come back to reality, Katie will leave in some minutes now. You’re at her house, you’ve got her cat’s supervision while she’s away. Ella, her sister, has too but she will rejoin her for the game in Ireland in some days.

You will not, because it would be too risky to do it. People would easily understand what’s happening if you go to the game. And with the social media, it would be impossible to hide. You know it. You’re still a little sad, but you don’t say anything to Katie about it.

She seems a little sad when she says goodbye to you at her door. The way she puts your hair behind your ear before kissing you softly say it all. You don’t need Katie to words what she’s feeling because you can feel it too.

“Write me?” you ask when she takes you against her one more time.

“Course. You too, ok?”

You nod, not trusting your voice at this moment. You hide your face on her neck one last time, breathing her sent. But you know you have to let her go; her Uber won’t wait for her forever.

After a last-minute recommendation about Coopurr, she kisses you a last time before running to the car with her suitcase. You can’t help but smile, waving back at her when she does from the back seat.

********

Katie lost her first game against France and in your opinion, it wasn’t really deserved. Maybe you are biased, but Katie would have deserved to score the goal at the 86th minute. She’s still fuming about her teammates fail and you try to distract her while showing her cat.

It’s seems to work, Coopurr’s purring making her smile. Ella left this morning, and you feel a little lonely here. Thanks god, Lia is in London too and you have someone you like to pass time with you. She is dog-sitting one of the dogs of your teammates and you wonder how it would look like when some of them would have children too.

You were actually walking Calvin with Lia, when you receive a message from one of your friends. You don’t really like when someone send you a “Have you seen that?!” with an article. You were not walking fast because of Lia’s leg, so you don’t have to slow to read it. Maybe sitting on a bench would have been a clever idea though.

You are currently reading an article of a girl, explaining how she slept with Katie McCabe. Your girlfriend. You know that Katie had some hookup before things are getting different between you, but the timing isn’t good. Katie and you are together for four months now. And this girl is literally talking about last week, exactly the day when Katie and her teammates went to a bar to decompress from the training. When you said to Katie that you find it strange, she laughs and answered “Meh we are Irish. Beer is in our DNA.” Which made you laugh at the time, but you are far from laughing right now.

“What’s going on?”

You realize that Lia called your name almost two times before you raise your face to look at her. Not being able to talk, you just give her your phone. You watch closely at her face when she reads it, and you see her passing from questioning to shock. She looks at you straight in the eyes when she gives you your phone back.

“Do you think that’s true?”

There is a lump in your throat that keeps you from talking right. You try to swallow it before talking.

“There are a lot of details.”

Lia nods. There are a lot of details. About Katie and her flat in Dublin, the same one where Ella was living before coming to London too.

“Come on, let’s go home. You need to call Katie.”

********

You did not call Katie, but you didn’t answer her messages or her call either. You know it’s stupid and maybe a little immature. But you cannot face it now. The betrayal is too hard to support, and you cried so much that you are not sure that your eyes will be white again one day.

You still take care of Coopurr though, the cat not leaving your side when you are at Katie’s house. You know she can see you coming if she wants, she installed security cameras outside and inside the house. Other than that, you just go to your flat to sleep the most that you can. You do not want to face this, maybe if you keep hiding the pain will fade away.

It doesn’t. You are startled awake two days after, with loud banging against your door. You hesitate to go answering, but you are clearly in fear that the person will break your door if you don’t get up.

So, you do, trying to arrange your hair in a messy bun. You are wearing Katie’s Irish away jumper and a pair of black Nike shorts. You’re pathetic. But Lia seems to be more relieved than judgy about your appearance when she sees you. She has her phone in her hand, but the relieved soon let place to a frown.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Sleeping?”

She grunts and close the door behind her when she comes in your flat. Thanks god you cleaned last night, tired to be in a messy place.

“Why aren’t you answering to Katie?”

“I can’t” you whisper, following her in the living room.

Lia turns around to look at you and her face softens when she sees you. She hesitates several seconds, before handing you her phone.

“Well, do it now.”

You look at the screen to realize that she was already calling someone for almost 45 minutes already. It’s Katie. Lia encourages you to take it with another nod of her head. You sigh and take it, letting yourself fall in the couch behind you.

“Hello?” you mumble.

“Bloody hell, where were you?!”

You wince at Katie’s tone, Lia taping your shoulder in an attempt of recomfort before leaving for the kitchen. You appreciate the intimacy she offers you, but you would have preferred to have her with you to be honest.

“Why aren’t you answering to any of my text or call? What happened?”

Katie seems on verge of breaking down and that’s maybe what made you snap. You don’t shout with Katie; you know that it doesn’t make any sense to do it with her. She’s loud, but you were always able to talk about things without shouting.

“I don’t know, you tell me?” you say icily.

“I don’t understand.”

You can easily imagine her with her eyebrows frown. You sigh before rolling your eyes. If she wants proof, you’re going to give some to her.

“I’ll send you something. After that, if you have something more to tell me, call me back.”

You don’t wait for her answer before hanging up. You take your phone, looking for the article your friend sent you. You didn’t answer to him, but right now, it doesn’t matter. You sent the link to Katie, before going to the kitchen to give Lia her phone back.

“Do you want me to stay, or can I leave?” the Swiss captain asks.

“You can go, Wally. Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime. Call me, ok?”

You smile slightly and nod, letting her kiss your cheek before she leaves. You just have closed the door behind her when your phone start ringing. It’s Katie, requiring a FaceTime. You answer and Katie’s face is almost white when you see her.

“This is bullshit. I never did that, I swear.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You are honestly so tired, the amount of sleep you had those past hours are not very good. And sad, of course.

“I don’t know, Katie” you whisper.

“No, it’s the truth! You have to believe me, baby please.”

“How can she know all of these things, Kat?” you say wearily. “She even knows that you have a birthmark on your tummy, or how your kitchen is decorated.”

“Ella always made TikTok in that flat before she comes to London! And for my birthmark, it probably visible on some pictures. You know that I give my jersey to kids sometimes after the game. People take me on picture every time.”

You let several seconds passed, trying to listen to her. The last part is true, you saw thousand pictures of your girlfriend in sport bra on the football fields. For the second part you don’t see her making things like this, particularly with the fact that you just have to go on TikTok to see if it’s the truth or not.

“Come on Babe, why in the world would I ask you out if it’s just for sleeping around soon after?”

“I don’t know.”

You are desperate. You want to believe her, of course you do. You know she has sometimes trouble with talking about her feelings, but you never thought about her cheating on you. She’s one of the most loyal persons you know.

“You know what? I’m taking a plane right now.”

“What?”

Katie is suddenly moving, and the noise of a suitcase that is open is audible from the phone.

“No Katie, you can’t do that. You have training tomorrow and a game in two days against England.”

“I don’t give a damn fuck.”

You almost roll your eyes.

“Katie, stop.”

She listens and look at you, her face dark and her eyebrow frown. She looks determined but she still stopped when you asked her.

“You can’t do that” you repeat.

“Well come to Ireland. I’ll sent you the ticket for the plane.”

“Katie…”

“Stop calling me that!” she shouts.

“Calling you what?” you ask, frowning.

“Katie.”

She says it like it’s a bad world or something and this time you can’t help but roll your eyes at her.

“It’s your name?” you point.

“You stopped calling me that after we start dating. Stop calling me Katie and come to Dublin. Please.”

********

That’s how you find yourself in a plane for Dublin, reserved by Katie who put you in first class. You roll your eyes when you realize it and sent her a picture of you in your seat when you are in the plane. Since your call, Katie almost never stops calling or texting you. You don’t understand how she managed to get the time to go to training, but she does. And the pictures of her on Instagram can say you that it’s the truth.

She warned you that she won’t be able to come to pick you at the airport, but you are surprised to see a man with your name on a paper waiting for you. He smiles at you, informing you that Katie sent him to drive you to her hotel.

He talks to you about Dublin and some places during the journey to the hotel, while you are looking by the window. You never went to Ireland before, only for football. Maybe Katie will show you around if you manage to forget your fight. And you definitively need to change the idea you made in your head that Katie really cheated on you.

You know that some of your friends saw the article too, but no one talked about it to you. Maybe because you were ignoring everyone, true.

When you arrive, you hide behind your hood because you don’t want anyone to recognize you for now. You’re really fearing to find yourself facing Ruesha, for example. Katie told you her room number and your hands are shaking when you knock on the door of her hotel room.

It took her several seconds to respond, but she finally opens the door. She looks tired honestly, but she’s at camp so it’s maybe not surprising. She froze a little when she sees you, like if she doesn’t believe that you will actually come. You’re the one breaking the silence, rather awkwardly to be honest.

“Hi” you whisper, waving your hand.

Thanks god, Katie doesn’t seem to mind. She doesn’t laugh, taking you against her. Hard.

“You’re here” she whispers while holding you.

You nod, finding solace in her embrace. You missed her, obviously. It would have felt better to find her without all this drama though. She lets you go only several minutes after, not only releasing you totally. She looks at you and you look back, both of you not knowing where to start.

“I’m sorry for the article” Katie finally says after some time.

You shrug, not knowing what you could answer to that. She doesn’t ask for it, cheating or not cheating.

“Do you believe me now?”

You know that the answer to the question is important for her. Like you said, Katie’s loyal. And it’s one of the things who are the most important for her. You know it, you know Katie.

“I think I do” you finally say very slowly.

You see that Katie is looking at your face and your eyes with attention, maybe looking for any trace of doubt from your part. You believe her, that doesn’t mean that the article was forgotten. The way you felt when you first read it is still very perennial in you.

“Yeah?” she asks softly.

You nod, smiling very lightly when she strokes your cheek. She gives you the impression that you are made of glass, and you don’t know if she ever been so delicate with you.

“Come sit down.”

She takes you by the hand and you let her drag you in her bed. You sit here, next to her, with your back against the headboard. Katie sits in front of you, playing with her thumb and her nails.

“I’m going to talk, but if you have something to say please feel free to stop me, ok?” Katie asks.

You nod, looking at her. You are curious to know what she might want to tell you. Does she even know that girl? Or did that girl create all this story?

“I know that I’m maybe not the perfect girlfriend and I know that our relationship didn’t really start like it was supposed to. I’ll always had a thing for you, but I was scared, I was an asshole, and it was honestly easier for me to just sleep with you and try to pass to something else. That’s what I tried to do, but it didn’t work. I was still thinking about you, even more than before.”

Katie stops to take a breath and you are still looking at her, not saying a word for now. You don’t know if Katie thought about what to say to you, but for now you understand what she’s saying.

“I never slept with someone else since our first time, I couldn’t even if I tried and that scared the shit out of me. It was so hard to deal with the breakup with Ruesha, not because I was still in love with her, but because it was so shit, you know? I really don’t want to have to deal with that once again.”

You nod slowly, still not talking. This point makes you a little uneasy to be honest. You knew that Katie’s ex will be here to the camp. And you don’t know how the hell are all the people doing, because it was hard for you to be ok with the fact that Ruesha was seeing Katie every day and not you.

“But then there was this damn girl hitting on you right in front of me and I couldn’t support it. I was only thinking that you were mine, but you weren’t. And at that point I didn’t know if you wanted to be mine or if my behavior ruined everything we could have. But you give me a chance, and I’ll be forever grateful for it. That’s why I will never do anything and take the risk to lose you, Y/N. I really care for you and you mean more to me than you think.”

Katie never talked to you about her feelings the way she is doing now. You are touched, of course. You were in love with her before you slept together for the first time, not thinking a second that she might be interested in you too. She seems so vulnerable now, her voice shaking a little at the end. Maybe it’s the emotions, maybe it’s because how much she talked. Maybe both.

You softly take her hand in yours, interlocking your fingers together.

“I really care about you too. That’s why this… things was so hard to read. I don’t understand why someone would invented something like that.”

“I dunno. For celebrity maybe”

Katie shrugs, not really having interest in that for now. All that mattered to her right now is being sure that you trust her. That you believe her and she didn’t lose you.

“Are we good?” she asks, searching for your eyes.

“You promise that nothing happened?”

“I swear on Coopurr’s head, babygirl.”

“Ok” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

You can’t hide the fact that this is the first time that you laugh since you red this article on the park with Lia.

“Hug?”

Katie opens her arms with a slight smile and you don’t hesitate once second before going for her. Your movement make you both fall in the bed and you smile when you hear Katie’s laugh. You missed it. You missed her.

“God I missed you” Katie mumbles from under you, reading in your mind.

“I missed you too” you say honestly, letting your head rest against her shoulder.

She just hums, stroking your back softly while steering at the ceiling. You feel yourself dozen, you haven’t really had a good sleep those last days. But soon there is knock against Katie’s door and you jump.

“McCabe, diner!”

Katie sighs softly and release you to sit on the bed.

“Is it now that I leave?” you asks, not able to hide your disappointment.

“If you want to. Otherwise, you can wait for me here, I’ll sneak something for you to eat and we can sleep together. Tomorrow morning I’ll make my sister come to get you and you can come to the game?”

“Won’t people ask what the hell I am doing here?” you arch an eyebrow.

“That’s not their business. Unless it disturbs you.”

“It doesn’t”

“So it’s settled then” Katie shrugs, getting up from the bed.

She kisses you one more time before leaving and you decide to take the time to shower. You fall asleep while waiting for her, only taking the time to eat the sandwich and snacks she takes with her in the room before falling asleep again. You slept better in her arms than you did since like forever.

And the next day, when Ella came to take you to Katie’s flat at Dublin, you are feeling good again. Katie didn’t cheat on you.

Ireland didn’t win against England, but you are prouder than ever of your girlfriend. You decide to wear Katie’s jersey and to watch the game with her family in the stadium. Your presence didn’t went unnoticed, but like Katie said, you both didn’t care. To be honest, you even have fun to post what fans like to call soft launch.

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au catalogue ♡

it has come to my attention that i write a lot on this blog, so sometimes the explanation of the lore behind one of my au’s gets a little lost. in this catalogue, i will detail the basic backstory behind each of my universes.

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

♡ outlaw!john b:

the two of you met on your land when he’d snuck into your barn to rest after being on the run from the sheriff — being falsely accused of a crime. you allow him to stay, and in return he becomes a part time farmhand and full time boyfriend. overtime, you fall in love. the events of this au are told through my full length fic; hold me kiss me.

♡ dad!john b:

you accidentally fall pregnant with john b due to your shared breeding kink. you end up with one boy one girl!

♡ dbf!john b:

self explanatory. your dads best friend who’s a little younger than your dad — having met down at the local grill. your father trusts him a lot as he is known for his sweet and patient nature, but can’t help but notice you — the desperate and lustful daughter who can’t keep your paws off. he’s constantly scolding you for teasing him and shaking his head at you, but will still pay you a visit when he knows your dads not home.

♡ stepbro!john b

when your mother met big john routledge, she fell in love and decided to leave her world behind to pursue treasure hunting with her new partner in crime— thus dumping you on the chateau doorstep with nothing more than a few suitcases. feeling bad for you, john b tries to take on the big brother role — but a year and a half later the two of you are finding it hard to resist eachother. you are constantly throwing yourself at him, the two of you physically closer than one can imagine which people find odd. he resists you for a long time, but when jj tells john b that he’d be happy to step up and ‘look after you’, your step brother makes a move.

♡ apocalypse!john b

once a leader, always a leader — john b is in charge of patrols, heading outside the gates of your safe zone kitty hawk to find supplies and clear the area of the undead. after the tragic death of sarah cameron, john b is 10x more protective and serious, not allowing you to ever come with them on supply runs. he can always rely on the doting camp-nurse to fuss over him and make him feel better after a long gruelling day beyond the gates. the details to the apocalypse!au can be found here.

♡ toxicex!john b

after the two of you broke up due to you feeling neglected by the boy because of his love for treasure hunting with his friends, you can’t help but want to be around him. as detailed in this post, john b will always be there for you — even if he’s snarky and rude in the process.

♡ firefighter!john b

john b and his best friend jj maybank have joined the firefighting department. excited to save pretty women from buildings and claim their hero titles, they’re disgruntled to find they have been lumped with the ‘newbie’ jobs for a while — meaning they must drive around on patrol for potential fire hazards all day and save cats from trees. as they work their way slowly up the firefighter ladder, they find themselves short for money and looking for a roommate — who ends up being the sunshiney receptionist in their building who sees them as the heroes they are. after spending a lot of time together, john b and jj realise that they’re happy to share more than just their love for firefighting.

♡ jedi!john b

the jedi was seemingly of the purest heart. known for his defensive fighting style (much like obi wan kenobi) john b has always wanted to do the right thing and abide by jedi council rules. when the jedi was a young boy, his father the jedi master disappeared without a trace or even a goodbye. believing he had died in battle all these years, john b went about his life with only the tales of how great his father was. entering his early twenties, he feels in the force that his father is still alive out there — and sets off to find him. during his travels he meets you, damsel in distress in the shape of a naboo princess. more details to the star wars au can be found here.

JJ MAYBANK

♡ outlaw!jj

jj the outlaw is a regular at the saloon you work at, always having been a bit of a brute. he’s constantly on the run from the sheriffs and getting thrown into a cell after minor misconducts and bar fights. he’s always checking out your ass as you bring him his whiskey and will always make some kind of comment regarding whether or not you’d like to wear his hat and ride a cowboy. where this would make you turn your nose up at anyone else, you can’t help but feel special gaining his attention being such a well known outlaw from out of town. sometimes after your shifts you get cozy in a booth with him and he tells you wild, exaggerated tales of his crazy life.

♡ farmhand!jj

the slutty farmhand hired by your father to work on the barn, but spends a lot of his time working on you instead. the two of you are a total secret, loving the thrill of sneaking around — but the boy hopes to marry you one day.

♡ linecook!jj

the story told in this full length fic details how you met jj, the linecook at the restaurant you waitress for. this au is acclaimed to be one of the most husband-material jj’s — many discussions having followed regarding him knocking you up and making you food whenever you please. this au is also considered a classic on this blog as it were one of the first au’s i developed.

♡ campcounselor!jj

you’re the daughter of the campsite owners, the spoiled princess who gets everything she wants and everybody loves her. jj is the class-clown camp counselor hired for the summer because he struggled to find a job. overtime he realises how great he is with the kids, and you realise how badly you wanna fuck him. each night isn’t complete without you inviting the blonde back to your luxury cabin in the woods to sate your needs. he can’t believe his luck but doesn’t dare question it. overtime, the two of you realise you’re starting to fall for eachother.

♡ mascot!jj

in this au, jj heads to university. there he meets you, the pretty and shy cheerleader. taking the job as the school’s mascot, running around in a giant animal costume to hype up the crowd — he realises it’s his chance to get close to you. though all the girls on the team seemingly adore jj due to his smooth, funny and slick mouth — he fears he will always be seen as the sweaty, class clown mascot guy after every game. noticing the star football player rafe has taken an interest in you, he decides to step it up.

♡ bbf!jj

you can’t resist your older brothers best friend, jj maybank. he’s always at your house, playing on the playstation with your sibling downstairs, wandering the halls, or ‘accidentally’ walking into the bathroom whilst you’re showering. though you know it’s wrong, you can’t keep your hands off eachother.

♡ bsf!jj

jj maybank has been your best friend since you were young. the two of you knew everything about eachother, so it should feel like a sibling relationship right? wrong. the two of you have always been very hands on, flirty almost. whether you’re sitting on his lap at a party or curling up next to him in your bed — people can never quite tell if the two of you are a thing. the two of you struggle to distinguish this too, as your urges grow stronger you test the waters, beginning to perform ‘favours’ for eachother. what begins as jj massaging your sore tits late at night when you can’t sleep, becomes you ‘returning the favour’ and giving him head when he asks for it, which then becomes him fingering you in his lap when you’re needy. the lines are blurred, and you try to tell yourself you’re still best friends — scared of ruining things, but will rip away anyone of the opposite gender in a jealous rage.

♡ dealer!jj

jj is your favourite dealer in town. you’re always visiting him to buy your weed, and he always offers to smoke you out for a cheap price or even free. truthfully, he just enjoys the company in his little shack of a house, loving the way you get more touchy and needy the higher you get. the blonde ensures to feed you water to prevent cotton mouth, and even lets you lazily ride his thigh when you get inevitably horny!

♡ apocalypse!jj

never losing his sense of humour, jj is the master at making bombs from scratch and going out on patrols to ensure the safety of kitty hawk. his pretty nurse is always there to patch him up when he gets home. details to the apocalypse au can be found here.

♡ spiderman!jj

your best friend jj is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman… but you don’t know that. being his shy best friend studying to be a nurse, you’re open to your bestie about how much you lust towards the cities superhero, and jj tries his best to keep his mouth shut. inevitably, you figure things out — and then you become the nurse he visits in the middle of the night to get patched up after a particularly rough night. he constantly teases you about your crush on him and the tension only grows.

♡ piercer!jj

working along side tattooartist!pope, jj is the king of giving piercings. knowing him through mutual friends, your crush only grows when you visit him to get your nipples pierced and he totally talks you through it. after you start dating, you’re constantly hounding him about other girls getting their tits pierced by him so he’s gotta eat you out until you think reasonably.

♡ stepbro!jj

luke found the woman of his dreams and decided to finally get his shit together and try to be a better father. with luke’s new woman, comes you her daughter — the bunch of you living under one roof. luke spends a lot of his time in AA and working, and your mother works long shifts too — leaving the two of you alone. you’re as innocent as they come, but with that comes sexual curiosity — and who better to confide in about that than your big step bro? jj is happy to help, so long as you keep it hush.

♡ babydaddy!jj

after knocking you up, jj freaks out about becoming just like his father and leaves — before returning deep into your pregnancy to step it up and be there for you. it’s hard at first to put your pride aside, but you give him a chance after he begs you to let him back into your life. he keeps a respectful distance of course, but picks up extra shifts at work and is at your beck and call whenever you need him. once the baby is born, he’s spending even more time around you — showing up at your doorstep unannounced and finding excuses to come inside to spend time with his family. eventually, he weasels his way into your bed to look after you and help you unwind.

♡ toxic!jj

jj is your toxic boyfriend who lets his fears and insecurities get the best of him, resulting in him being a little mean and manipulative. talking to another guy at a party? he’s making a scene, beating the guy bloody before pulling you away to yell at you. not in the mood to be all over him? he’s accusing you of not wanting to be with him anymore, telling you that he ‘knows’ you’re going to dump him. despite the arguments, the night always ends in two ways — either him drunk, crying into your shoulder and begging you not to leave him — or having you pinned beneath him, fucking you dumb on his cock.

♡ toxicex!jj

the ex boyfriend that you’re still fucking and is obsessed with you. he’s constantly blowing up your phone everytime a guy likes your instagram, asking if you’re fucking him too, and scaring off any guy who dares make a move on you at a party by pulling out his pistol and threatening him.

♡ criminal!jj

jj maybank who got in with the wrong crowd and wound himself up in jail. you’re the sweet thing in little dresses that pouts in his visiting booth, asking when he’s getting out — and he promises you hundreds of dates when he’s released. upon finally getting out, the two of you can’t keep your hands off one another. he’s still shady, hanging out with the wrong kinds of people, and jail hardened him — but you love him all the same.

♡ shittysoundcloudrapper!jj

feeling inspired after one drunken freestyle night at the chateau, jj convinces himself he’s destined to become a rapper. writing, producing, and recording his own stuff — jj truly feels he has a knack for it. his stuff isn’t awful, just cheaply produced and vulgar. he likes to think his inspiration is partynextdoor — taking extra care in recruiting his pretty best friend to pose scantily clad for his single cover, or to moan on the backing track of his songs. he’s willing to do anything to get you on board.

♡ firefighter!jj

♡ streamer!jj

jj takes up streaming after combining his love for playing games and yapping. discovering he has a knack for it, he doesn’t expect to blow up the way he does. as much as he’s all about the games, he’s pretty oblivious to the fact his audience is mostly female, trying to gain his attention in the chat box or on his fan discord, or by making thirst trap edits of him to r&b tracks on tiktok, sexualising his body language or facial expressions on stream. he doesn’t pay it much mind though, happily in love with you — his supportive girlfriend who occasionally makes an appearance in his streams.

♡ onlyfans!jj

needing a bit of extra cash, jj starts to anonymously sell faceless videos of himself jerking off for money. not realising how successful he’d be, he continues to make videos pleasing himself on his account. after a couple of dates with jj, the two of you really clicking — he casually mentions that it’s something he does for a living, and you shyly suggest helping him out. at first it starts with helping him shoot, getting hot and flushed behind the camera as you pan down on him fisting at his cock — and eventually you decide to star in a few of his premium videos. depending on preference, streamer!jj can be the earlier version of onlyfans!jj if so desired.

♡ jedi!jj

more like anakin skywalker with his offensive fighting style — jj is the more reckless jedi of him and john b. when it’s discovered that bounty hunters are planning to take you, the princess of naboo — jj is hired as your knight to protect you. so nervous about the whole ordeal, you order him to sleep in your bed with you to make sure you’re safe through the night. with this, you can’t help but get physically closer to the jedi, pleading with him to break the council rules and be with you secretly. more details on the star wars au can be found here.

♡ bodyguard!jj

you’re the spoiled kook influencer who has recently gained some stalkers, and jj is the pogue bodyguard hired by your parents to protect you during this time as you continue to attend events to further your career. the lore behind the two of you can be found here.

RAFE CAMERON

♡ boxer!rafe

considered a classic on this blog, boxer!rafe is one of the most beloved au’s i created. a little bit into the future, rafe takes up boxing to work out his rage problems and finds it a great outlet, emotionally settling down and finally finding his own. he goes pro, and meets you — the daughter of the stadium owner at the venue he fights at. you’re sweet, always lingering round the gym or stadium watching him prepare for fights, hanging around the ropes to ask him questions and feed him water when he needs it. he’s obsessed with your soft nature, whisking you out of that place to provide for you, marry you, and fuck babies into you.

♡ bountyhunter!rafe

following the western au, your father winds himself up in some trouble with ward cameron — feared outlaw. for revenge, ward tasks his son, new to the job bounty hunter with kidnapping you to pay your father back for what he did. so rafe sets off, and with some struggle manages to take you away from everything you’ve ever known. he’s rough, mean and perverted — but somehow you find yourself developing stockholm syndrome and falling for him, not able to run away if you tried. think buffalo 66 vibes but western.

♡ prisoner!rafe

your boyfriend finally got locked up, so until he’s released — you do everything in your power to hold him down. dealing with his business outside the walls, you come to visit your man weekly, delivering sexy pictures of yourself to his post room to keep him satisfied and flashing him at the visiting booth. it’s getting harder and harder to be apart from him, especially when prison has physically done him so nicely.

♡ babydaddy!rafe

after breaking up with rafe because he’s too reckless and explosive, you discover that you’re pregnant with his baby. choosing to keep it, rafe decides he’s going to use this to get you to stay with him. he provides you with every penny needed to fund you and your babies life whilst on the side working to get his shit together and become the man he’s always wanted to be. once you’ve had your baby, he’s round for routine visits, occasionally fucking you and spending time with you when you’re tearful and lonely, needing him. convinced he can win you back with this, he’s constantly buying your love, and whisking you away to the bahamas to spend ‘quality family time’ and fuck you during the babies nap times.

♡ dealer!rafe

the grumpy kook is seemingly the life of the party due to his side hustle in dealing coke. working along side barry, rafe starts to pop up at every party you go to, holding lingering eye contact but keeping his distance because he probably shouldn’t bother the sweet innocent girl that stuck to two drinks a night. your friends are boisterous, walking all over you a little and send you to do their dirty work, being buying their coke for them. thinking you’re being a good friend, you seek out rafe and he fixes you up, all whilst telling you stop taking shit from your friends. he gives you discounts because you’re pretty, so your friends continue to send you back to him, where he sweeps you into his criminal lifestyle.

♡ stepbro!rafe

when ward cameron divorces rose and ends up with your mother, you move into tannyhill with your new stepsiblings. whilst you develop and great sister-like relationship with sarah and wheezie — rafe takes a different approach, his brain rotted by porn and makes it his mission to sleep with you. due to your innocent nature, you don’t realise what he’s doing half the time, and can’t deny how good it feels when he touches you. your secret sessions give you a rush, sat at the dinner table each night with no one knowing you just came on his dick upstairs.

♡ dbf!rafe

rafe becomes great friends with your father when they begin to work together, your father being rafe’s boss. he’s older, but still a little younger than your dad — and is careful with how much he pervs on you as he can’t afford to lose his job, being cut off by his own dad. you’re the spoiled kook ex cheerleader daughter who’s used to getting her way, and when you set your eyes on rafe you know you have to have him. constant teasing leads to rafe inevitably losing his temper and fucking you how you want under the condition you promise to keep it a secret.

♡ apocalypse!rafe

after ward cameron got killed in a shootout between them and the pogues to reclaim sarah, rafe is left to be the kingpin of his safe zone. he treats everyone there as his soldiers, ruthlessly commanding them to kill anyone who got in his way. on a hunt for revenge, rafe kidnaps you from kitty hawk camp where your safe zone is and forces you to be his apocalypse wife, telling you that the two of you will have to repopulate the world. more information on the apocalypse au can be found here.

♡ pervyneighbour!rafe

when you move in next door to tanny hill, ward cameron appoints rafe to be a good neighbour and show you around, being similar in age. he quickly discovers you’re rather innocent and decides he can take advantage of that, inviting you round to ‘get you acclimatised’ to the kook life — which means teaching you how to suck him off in his bedroom.

♡ fratboy!rafe

another fan favourite, fratboy rafe is the epitome of the american frat lord. parties, drugs, drinking, and skimming through his classes are what it’s all about. you’re in one of his lectures, quiet and shy at first — and he takes interest in you, getting his notes from the classes he missed from you as means to talk to you. he’s an odd one, rather rude and bully-like in nature, even towards you — but singles you out from everyone else to slide in compliments and check you out. you have a complicated relationship. you start to show up to parties, and he decides he’s gotta get his hands on you. fratboy!rafe is also gooner!rafe depending on preference.

♡ gooner!rafe

still a fratboy, however he spends more of his time in his dorm either watching porn or fucking yoi until you’re sore. stuffed in his closet are fleshlights and even sex torso dolls that he used before you came along to get himself off. when you come along, he treats you the same way he does his sex dolls — groping you constantly and demanding you to be at his beck and call, which you secretly don’t mind. he’s gross, willing to try out any position, fantasy or kink if he’s seen enough porn of it to convince him.

♡ pogue!rafe

a universe where rafe is a pogue, having left his family at a young age to be raised by the older fisherman pogues on the island. he’s 6ft5, mean, and hates everyone — slaving away day in day out at a building site or doing repairs for kooks much to his dismay. he still doesn’t get on with the core pogues, jj maybank in particular grinding his gears. you’re a kook, and rafe is hired by your parents to come and do the renovations on your house for a couple of weeks at a time — soon being trusted as their favourite handyman. he can’t stand kooks, but your parents pay well so he tolerates it. you’re not like the other kooks, sweet and humble — however you don’t know when to take a hint, constantly following him around begging him to hang out with you despite his constant dismissal. don’t get it twisted, he wants to fuck you until you cry — but is it worth getting involved with a kook? maybe you needed teaching a lesson or two in politeness.

♡ harryosbourne!rafe

a less popular au— rafe in the spiderman!jj universe, still rich and snobby, living in a high rise pent house with his father who happens to secretly be the green goblin.

♡ toxicex!rafe

incredibly self-explanatory, rafe your ex boyfriend who is toxic as all hell and won’t leave you alone. he stalks, shows up and beats up new guys you’re interested in, threatens people with guns just to prove to you he can protect you. you can’t help but go back to him and get your fix of dick from time to time.

♡ lord!rafe

this au is designed to be viewed in a creepy, a24 unsettling movie type of way. tannyhill becomes a haven for parties where all sorts of sexual, illegal, drug heavy activities go down. youre sweet and innocent, but get wrapped up into it — soon to be adopted by ‘rafes girls’, a group of women that parade around the home through the day wearing very little, pleasing rafe and his friends. he selects you to be his favourite like a little sacrifice and his women guide you through learning how to please him. more lore on this universe can be found here.

♡ sleepover!rafe

a less known au, but real ones remember this one! this au actually inspired lord!rafe, but it’s more casual and a lot more different. you and your friends often attend rafes parties, and after getting cozy with you — he ‘innocently’ invites you all to attend ‘sleepovers’ at his house. he spends the evening getting climbed all over by giggly girls, and wakes up in the morning to your friends touching all over him, easing you onto his lap and whispering for you to ask him to fuck you. your friends are weird voyeurs, but rafes even weirder.

♡ star wars au bountyhunter!rafe

in a galaxy far far away in the star wars universe, rafe cameron poses as a poster boy for ward cameron’s political party by day, and a bounty hunter by night. after stalking you around senate events, he woo’s the princess of naboo for a few evenings at a time — before later gearing up in his stolen mandalorian gear and kidnapping you for his father. will he keep you for himself? or cash in the bounty? more information on the star wars au can be found here.

♡ basketball!rafe

rich and famous basketball player rafe cameron spoiling his kook it-girl pinterest muse girlfriend and soon to be wife and mother of his children. the lore can be found here.

POPE HEYWARD

♡ kook!pope

probably the most beloved pope au on this blog! pope is a rich university student who is the smartest guy around. he’s invited to every party but still keeps his good morals and stays far away from rafe cameron if he can help it. when he meets you at a party, you stand out to him — and he decides he wants to take you in, tutor you and make you his.

♡ tattooartist!pope

working alongside piercer!jj, pope heyward is the best tattoo artist around. he has steady hands and a calm voice that could talk you through the pain (and other things). outside of work, he’s still kind of a nerd that rambles — just a nerd with sexy tats.

♡ drummer!pope

picture pope with a bandana tied round his head with the sleeves cut off his shirt, playing in a small town band with his friends. you have a little crush on him, and drag your friends to every single show to watch him until they force you to find him after a set and give him your number.

♡ dbf!pope

your dads slightly younger best friend who owns the grill now, still carrying that same soft spoken patience that makes him ever so trust worthy. so trustworthy that your father even convinces him to tutor his sweet college student daughter — unbeknownst to the fact she refuses to be tutored unless she’s sat on his lap, grinding on his dick.

♡ apocalypse!pope

pope works in the control room at kitty hawk, making sure everything is running smoothly, watching for intruders through the cameras he set up, and spending day in day out trying to contact other survivors through the radio channels. he’s been pretty quiet and stoic since the outbreak, struggling with the loss of people he loves and cares about — but you can always get through to him, convincing him to take breaks with you and fall in love with being alive again. the two of you like to smoke weed together in abandoned buildings and you let him pound out his frustrations by bending you over. in return he protects you with his life. more information on the apocalypse au can be found here.

♡ pizzadeliveryboy!pope

think your local pizza delivery boy, paired with a bratty, snooty kook— who is fucking pope after each of his shifts because your stupid cheating boyfriend can’t make you cum. for some reason, his uniform does it for you, and he wastes no time dropping his bike on your yard and running in straight after he clocks out with a pizza box in one hand and a condom in his pocket. he hates feeling used by you, he wants to respect himself more — but the sex is just too good to give up.

♡ drivinginstructor!pope

picking up a driving instructor gig to make some money after college whilst he decides what he wants to do. he doesn’t expect his first client to be you, the pretty kook girl with an insatiable need to fuck in the backseat.

♡ star wars au captain!pope

pope heyward is jj maybanks first in command, the soldier he relies on the most to help him navigate through the war against the separatists. after saving you, the damsel in distress princess of naboo, and spending time talking to him — he realises maybe there’s more to life than his identity as a soldier. more information on the star wars au can be found here.

THE READERS

♡ bunny!reader

the ditsy, girly girl kook who moved to the obx and instantly attached herself to rafes side. think haley dunphy but kinder, and the house bunny but a little younger. she is typically paired with rafe, but have been in other pairings before. she’s often seen in strictly pink and white, wearing bows, ribbons and skirts that ride up her ass. a lot of the time, she’ll be plugged with a fluffy bunny tail butt plug, put inside of her by her boyfriend to keep her docile. here’s the introductory post for bunny.

♡ kitty!reader

the opposite to bunny in the sense that she’s got tonnes of attitude and spunk, but just as much as a sex addict. she’s most commonly paired with jj, after meeting him in a grocery store and approaching him silently, wide eyed and curious. she’s super prissy, decked out most commonly in black and pink together, and if she’s not biting jj’s arm begging for dick she’s mouthing off, pushing to get put in her place.

♡ puppy!reader

pup is most commonly paired with john b, the sweetest, most hyperactive and slightly ditsy girl in town. she’s incredibly clumsy, mostly because she runs everywhere and you can never predict what she might do next. puppy!reader met john b after falling off her bike near the chateau, arriving on the brunettes doorstep in tears asking for a bandaid and if he knew how to fix bikes (the wheel was comically detached.)

♡ deer!reader

skittish, shy, curious and always following where her nose takes her like a deer. most commonly paired with pope but has been seen to join other popular pairings. she’s an all round good do-er, working at the library and volunteering in her free time — meaning the heywards absolutely adore her. it takes a while for her to warm up to people and be herself, but once she does she truly lets the weirdo out.

♡ mouse!reader

mousey is usually strictly paired in her trio relationship with kook!pope and regular jj. she’s originally a pogue, dating our two boys— pope paying her way through ballet school, and jj keeping her grounded in the pogue world. she’s known for her love of ballet, cheese, and shoplifting (which she always gets told off for by her boys! but never gets caught because she looks so innocent) here’s a drabble that details her more.

♡ lamb!reader

daughter of carla limbrey, lamb!reader is new in town. she’s been raised as strictly catholic her whole life and is learning what it’s like to be a modern girl living in the obx. with the help of the pogues, specifically jj — she navigates what it’s like to feel curious about wanting to fuck. although she’s ‘innocent’, she’s not afraid to lecture you and put you in your place, often sticking her nose in the air. aside from warming to jj, she’s got rafe on her case — always twirling her cross necklace round his finger, desperate to corrupt her ways, which only makes her angrier when her body reacts. if she’s not with the pogues in her little white outfits, she’s driving around in her ‘59 cadillac that was gifted to her on her 16th birthday. here’s a post detailing her more.

♡ spoiledkook!reader

the baddest baddie of them all. paired with any character you’d like — she’s like bunny if bunny was a bitch! popular pairings for her to be apart of — dbf!rafe, bsf!jj, pizzadeliveryboy!pope… the list goes on! this vid is totally her vibes.

♡ sheriffsdaughter!reader

often paired with jj, shoupes daughter pretty much lives at the station. she got a shitty little job there doing paperwork and signing people in and out, but the highlight of her shifts are when jj gets taken in (selfishly) because she gets to flirt with him. her father is oppressive and strict, and got her labelled with being a ‘narc’ for all of her teen years and never invited to parties — so she resents him, throwing herself at jj. think the song 18 by anabor meets please please please by sabrina carpenter. here’s a post inspired by that and an edit to help you see my vision.

THREEWAY SHIPS

♡ jj x reader x john b

the first ever threeway relationship i brought to this blog! a classic au to the real ones who have been here for aaaages! the two are usually paired with puppy!reader, all being friends until they realised their feelings for reader were stronger than it should be and they didn’t mind sharing! john b is the ‘daddy’, the stern but sweet calming presence that keeps everyone grounded, and jj is the fun playful one that teases you and riles you up.

♡ rafe x kook!reader x jj

another classic au! when jj takes the job mowing lawns for kook families, he spots the prettiest girl he’s even seen sunbathing outside in the tiniest bikini ever. deciding he has to have her, he swoops in and befriends her, using her innocence to take advantage of and take her under his wing. however, rafe cameron had been your neighbour for years. due to the two of you practically growing up together, your parents have always forced you two together — ward instructing rafe to always invite you to every event and gala as his date growing up. as you come into adulthood, the boy realises that he does infact want you, in every way, especially now he’s seen that jj has his eyes on you. the two boys battle it out over you.

♡ jj x mouse!reader x pope

see mouse!reader above!

♡ john b x reader x sarah

sarah and john b have always been chronically horny, and when they spot you working at the local library — they decide to befriend you with the purpose of corrupting you and joining you into their weird little horny relationship. at first you think it’s normal, they’re just a little affectionate — especially sarah, but soon the boundaries get pushed and you can’t help your body reacting to your two closest friends. occasionally jj joins in on the fun too! heres a post detailing their odd relationship.

♡ jj x reader x maggie

maggie is an oc created by me to play a masc-leaning lesbian mechanic in the obx, jj’s best friend at the garage they work at. she has a few face claims, but her most popular one is charlie watson from bumblebee, or kate bishop. the two are usually paired with puppy!reader, both caring for her in their own way — jj being a golden retriever hyper horn dog and maggie being a grumpy black cat.

♡ firefighter!johnb x receptionist!reader x firefighter!jj

see firefighter!johnb/jj above!

#not proofreading allat so if there’s a mistake no there isn’t #au catalogue ♡#this has taken ages omg #hopefully it’s helpful for those who always have questions on the lore!

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the manuscript | chapter three

Summary: And, what about older men?

Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s)

Word Count: 1426

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The words of your assignment were still vivid in your mind as you hit ‘send’ on your email to Dr. Barnes. Laying your emotions out bare felt exhilarating, though terrifying. Something real, something raw had finally been tapped: The story of a young woman longing for the depth and experience of an older man, a mirror of your recent desires, and newfound feelings about unfulfilled connections with men your age.

Your thoughts had regularly returned to your meeting with Dr. Barnes, and the magnetic pull toward him– His intoxicating presence, full of authority and warmth that left you yearning. The way he leaned in, husky whispering, shivers shooting down your spine. You knew it was more than an academic connection, an unspoken attraction.

While packing your bag after Psychology class, your phone buzzed with a new email notification. Your heart pounded as you unlocked the preview, Dr. Barnes had responded to your work.

“Miss Spector,

Your submission is captivating and shows significant growth. The raw honesty and ability to show vulnerability in your writing are truly commendable. I want to discuss your work further and help you delve further into these themes. Meet me in my office tomorrow at 3 PM.

I’m looking forward to our conversation,

Dr. Barnes.”

The prospect of another intimate encounter with Dr. Barnes caused a thrill of excitement and anxiety to course through you. His words penetrated your defenses, in both person and writing, reaching down to your core. Rereading the email, you could almost hear his deep, resonant voice, laced with praise.

Zipping up your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Slowly, you turned to become face-to-face with Wanda and MJ, two of your closest friends. They were both wearing mischievous smiles, curiosity twinkling in their eyes.

“Hey, what’s got you grinning like The Cheshire Cat,” MJ teased, playfully nudging you.

Wanda’s eyebrows raised suggestively as she joined in on the interrogation. “Yeah, spill, Spector! Pete up to his old tricks again?”

Trying to find the right words, you chuckled nervously. “Oh, you two,” you jokingly rolled your eyes at them. “Nothing scandalous, just a text, I promise.”

Your friends weren’t so easily convinced. Exchanging knowing glances as MJ leaned in closer, her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, we’ve known each other for years. You can’t fool us that easy…”

Struggling to come up with an explanation, a blush crept up your cheeks. You tried to laugh off their teasing just as a familiar voice interrupted from behind.

“Everything alright here, ladies?” Professor Wilson’s voice boomed across the empty lecture hall. Your heart skipped a beat, feeling the embarrassment heat your cheeks. You wondered how much of the conversation he had overheard.

Exchanging surprised glances, Wanda and Mj quickly composed themselves. Their once playful expressions shifted to innocent ones.

“Oh… just chatting about our plans for the evening, Professor,” Wanda replied with a smile and casual tone.

He nodded, leaving his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer. As he returned to his desk, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew more than he let on.

Regaining your composure, you exchanged a relieved glance at Wanda and MJ, silently agreeing to table the conversation. Walking out of the hall, the weight of Dr. Barnes’ email hung heavy in your mind. Something had shifted, not only were you feeling the anticipation of the upcoming meeting with him, but you realized that your feelings for him ran deeper than you had allowed yourself to admit.

Lost in your trace, you rounded a corner colliding with a solid figure. You stumbled back, slightly startled, however you felt a strong hand steadying you. Your heart began to race as you looked up, meeting the gaze of none other than Dr. Barnes himself.

“Ah, Miss Spector,” he greeted, a smile beginning to play on his lips. His touch lingered against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a subtle yet undeniable spark.

“Dr. Barnes…” you trailed, trying to steady your racing heart. You heard the sniggering of Wanda and MJ as they watched in surprise and amusement.

“My apologies,” Dr. Barnes said, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before returning to meet yours. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much.”

Shaking your head, you felt a flush creep up to your cheeks. “No, not at all. It’s… I, un, I’m looking forward to our discussion tomorrow.”

Your friends shared another glance at each other, a smirk tugging at their lips. They sensed your embarrassment, giggling and teasing you for being clumsy and oblivious. You shot them a quick warning look.

Dr. Barnes observed the interaction between you and your friends, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer. “I’m glad to hear that,” he replied, his voice smooth. “I have no donut it will be a… fruitful conversation.” His voice was laced with a subtle undertone of invitation, a promise of something more lingering.

You nodded, feeling a rush of heat spreading through you at his proximity. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With one last glance into his piercing blue eyes, you excused yourself and followed your friends out of the building.

As you walked away, Wanda and MJ’s laughter filled the air, you couldn’t resist another glance back inside the building. Standing in the same spot, was Dr. Barnes, his gaze fixed on you intensely.

Time stood still as you locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between you. You had never experienced a connection like this before.

You tore your gaze away at the sound of your name being called, joining your friends. But, Dr. Barnes’ stayed with you.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying you causing your pulse to quicken. “I’ve read your submission. It’s compelling and honest. You’ve done well, tapping into your fears… and desires.”

Your palms warmed under his praise, and the thudding of your heartbeat drummed in your ears. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes. I tried to be as truthful as possible.”

Nodding in agreement, he rested his chin against his fist. “That’s evident. Your exploration of the longing for an older man, their depth and experience was particularly poignant.” He paused, noticing you fidget with your fingers under his intense gaze. “Tell me, do you believe younger men are truly incapable of providing the satisfaction you seek?”

The question cut close to your personal life causing you to hesitate while searching for the right words. “I think… it’s not their age, but… their lack of understanding. They don’t seem to see beyond the physical.”

“And, what about older men?” he pressed, shifting in his seat, leaning forward against his desk. “Do you think they inherently possess the ability to satisfy a woman on a deeper level?”

“I think they have more life experience,” you replied carefully. “They tend to have more patience, more attuned to a woman’s needs.”

The room seemed to close in around you as his eyes bore into yours. “Experience does bring a certain depth,” he murmured, his voice becoming lower, more intimate. “But, regardless of age, emotional connection and mutual understanding are paramount.”

You nodded. “I agree. It’s about finding someone who truly sees and understands you.”

He smiled, a slow, almost predatory smile played on his lips, sending a heat to your core. His gaze pierced through layers of your defenses, you felt both exposed and exhilarated. “And how about you, Miss Spector? Do you feel seen?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the pressure building up inside you making it hard to form words. “I… I think I’m beginning to.”

His smile deepened, eyes gleaming with something darker. “Good,” he said, in a whisper. “It’s a rare and precious thing, true understanding… true connection. Keep exploring them, Miss Spector.”

“Thank you, Dr. Barnes, I will,” you replied, your voice betraying you.

His eyes never left yours as he leaned back in his chair. The added sense of space allowed you to breathe, yet the electrifying connection between you was maintained.

“I look forward to seeing where your explorations take you,” he continued, encouraging with a hint of command. “This is just the beginning, our journey together is only starting, and I’m here to guide you through it.”

His eyes followed your every move as you stood to leave. “Until next time,” he said, glancing back at him, a hint of a smile played on his lips.

“Until next time,” you echoed as you stepped out of his office and into the library.

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galaxiasgreen · 7 months ago

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🍭☀️A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet

Slow burn angsty Ominis x F!Reader [T-Rated, 8.5k words]

Anne, Sebastian, you. Three of his friends that had been torn down and asunder, he the unwitting knife. He wondered how high he would have to build the walls around his heart to protect himself and the ones he cared about. If he could only offer pain and ruin, after all, perhaps it was better not to offer anything at all.

In which, with you comatose through an unknown curse, Ominis navigates the difficult aftermath of Sebastian's choices.

Tags: angst/ romance/ drama, slow burn, black cat x golden retriever, opposites attract, forbidden love, pure-blood culture, canon rewrite, book!canon compliant, comas, sneaking into the Slytherin common room, Ominis tending to you at your bedside, love triangle, Touch Her and I'll Kill You.

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5. Pick Your Battles

He was quiet at your bedside, and so were you.

After Anne had Disapparated, Sebastian had fled, and Missy had chased after him, Ominis had sobbed over your broken, cursed body. He'd sobbed and screamed and raged until his throat was raw, until not even the coldness of the night gave him solace. When the stench of Dark Magic finally evaporated in the air, and the wind threatened to blacken his fingers, he knew he couldn't lay there with you anymore, mourning the demise you were so close to embracing.

He'd carried you all the way to Feldcroft, wand awkward in his hand as your body, so light in your unconsciousness, lay motionless in his arms. By the time he got there, exhausted, distressed, destitute, Solomon had been buried in a shoddy mound in the garden and Anne had disappeared, and the villagers had expunged the last of the Inferi, leaving behind a burning stench of the dead and multiple grievous injuries.

No fatalities. Good. Ominis didn't think he could handle anymore death.

The villagers tried to help you, but no Wiggenweld nor smelling salts roused you, and no bottled formula for minor curses worked. As you lay in Anne's abandoned bed, someone contacted the school, and eventually Professor Hecat Apparated to the door.

"Goodness gracious me—" She placed her hand to your forehead, fussing. "Are you all right, Master Gaunt?"

He couldn't say a word. He had been cleaved too much for explanations.

Hecat didn't press. "I've organised a Floo point directly to Madam Blainey's office. We'll go straight away."

He squeezed your hand as Madam Blainey did all the necessary checks – vitals, blood pressure, and heart, a slow and thudding beat. Never did it fluctuate. Never did you show any other signs of life. Blainey shooed him out as she worked, and he slept fitfully on the stairs outside until Hecat found him again, an hour later.

"Go to your dorm and sleep, Master Gaunt," she said firmly. "I promise, as soon as Madam Blainey has something to tell you, you will know."

He slept no better in his own bed. It was right next to Sebastian's, after all. Empty.

Afternoon rolled around by the time he found slumber, but it seemed like only a few hours later when someone roused him with news of Missy's return. He could barely find it in himself pry open his crusty eyes, let alone wash and dress, but he found her waiting outside, restlessly pacing.

"He fled," she said, once he was close enough to hear her whisper. "I tried to talk him down, but he's gone."

He swallowed this information about as well as a whole melon. His voice was raw. "And Anne? She wasn't at the house this morning."

"Also gone. I saw the grave in the back garden."

He expected no less. "Have you told anyone about— what happened?"

"No."

And though it pained him to say it, "We should. We must."

With Sebastian gone, Solomon dead, and you hospitalised, there was no way they couldn't.

"Let's go see Gibby," Missy said. "Perhaps she's woken."

He knew that, even before he got there, it was pointless to hope. You were the same as he'd left you hours ago – deep in a restless slumber and mumbling incoherently. Terror simmered low in his chest. What if this was it? What if he'd condemned you to whatever this was for the rest of your life?

"She's stable," said Blainey, once they'd seen to you, "but whatever curse she's suffering keeps her in fits. I can only assume its remnants of Dark Magic, something I cannot even attempt to heal without proper knowledge of what, exactly, caused it in the first place."

Ominis swallowed, but his throat was still dry.

"Now is the time for explanations," said Professor Hecat sternly. "I understand you've both been through much, but we need to know everything to help her."

Missy took the rein of conversation, admitting every horrible detail of the truth – finding the relic, Sebastian's desperation, and then his committing the ultimate crime against his uncle, and finally cursing you. Ominis noted she left out the Feldcroft massacre – perhaps, then, that was a conversation for another day.

"If this relic has been destroyed," said Blainey, thinking aloud, "then it will make finding a cure difficult indeed."

"The headmaster and deputy must be informed, as will her parents." Hecat was grave with sorrow. "Why didn't you tell one of us? Master Sallow could've been helped."

"You would've expelled him the moment you find out he was meddling with Dark magic," Ominis barked back. "What were we supposed to do?"

"Hiding a problem has never been a solution, Master Gaunt," Hecat said evenly. "And I think you've learnt that lesson, because now someone has paid the price of it."

She and Madam Blainey left soon after, which gave him and Missy time alone with you. Neither of you spoke, occupying a side each of your bed – nothing more could be said, not with the situation so fresh. Headmaster Black would want to see them soon, and then there was no escaping the steamtrain of consequences heading for them then.

He took your hand and rubbed down the fingers. You were warm, which filled him with a vain sort of hope. A cure. Ominis almost laughed at the cruel irony of it, of the desperation that trounced all other emotions welling inside him. He understood Sebastian's singular goal now, intimately, when all he loved was dying before him. Now, of all times, he gained perspective on what it was like to scour the earth to save someone, no matter who suffered for it.

This wasn't what Sebastian had wanted. No, he'd warned you to stay away.

Perhaps that was what was most wicked about it all. He never meant you harm, not now, not even during the Scriptorium. You and Sebastian weren't just best friends – you were gremlins together, thick as thieves, chaos incarnate. Sebastian's infinitesimal knowledge bound with your naïve vanity and, for lack of better phrase, blind optimism, made an elite pairing that often resulted in nonsense that both Ominis and Anne had to endure and, occasionally, rein in.

But you and he were like a pair of Diricawls. Uncatchable.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please, with hundreds and thousands?"

"I don't know what hundreds and thousands are," said Ominis, "and the answer is still no."

You went, no doubt, to explain what said things were, drawing in a great breath, but Sebastian chimed in with, "Come on, it'll be fun, and no one will notice because everyone will be in bed."

"And you know I'm desperate to see the Slytherin common room!" you said, spectacles bouncing on your nose.

Second year by the bank of the Great Lake, spring had come to Hogwarts. Crickets, squirrels and birds sang the song of life, a distracting albeit pleasant harmony for Ominis' ears. You had brought out a picnic blanket and some food – sandwiches, not just sweets – to nibble on during the lunch hour.

Your mouth was full of crumbs. "You two and Anne keep going on and on about how cool the common room is and how atmospheric the decorations are and how the ambience is perfect for manly brooding."

"I definitely did not say that."

"... Okay, that last part was Anne, but—"

"We're not sneaking you into the common room." He pointed his wand at Sebastian. "And you, stop encouraging her. Even if we went at night, there would be prefects in the hallways—"

"Elizabeth Nott always uses her patrolling duty to snog her girlfriend behind the kelpie statue," Sebastian said, smug, "and Wymond Lee is dumb as a rock and can have his silence bought by Chocolate Frog cards, of which, Gibby has loads."

"I am willing to sacrifice my rare Merlin card if it means I can see the Giant Squid," you said primly.

"Both of whom are on duty tonight. So, the plan is: Gibby will sneak out halfway to meet you, then you bring her through the entrance. I'll keep watch and distract if necessary."

Ominis massaged his head. What the hell had he got himself into?

"You've both thought of this."

Sebastian snorted. "I thought about this."

"I offered moral support."

"You held the quill."

"Heck yeah for holding the quill!"

You high-fived each other.

Ominis grumbled. "It's a stupid plan."

"Stupid is a misunderstood word for genius," said Sebastian.

"Is that what your excuse will be when we're caught?"

"We won't get caught, you Negative Nancy," you huffed.

"And I have a backup plan for my backup plan if all hell breaks loose." Sebastian bumped Ominis' arm. "Pretty please?"

You clapped your hands together. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top? It'll be fun! A stealth mission."

It was more than that, he knew. You'd been wanting to go to the Slytherin common room since you'd known them. He could sense your disappointment every time you parted ways at the end of the day, splitting off to head back to Hufflepuff.

And when you felt left out, he felt guilty.

"Fine," he said, "but only if Anne agrees. Which she won't, because even she knows when we're in over our heads."

But you cheered, and Sebastian laughed. "Oh, you poor sod."

Anne did not, in fact, know you were in over your heads.

"Oh, I'm definitely coming," she said, flapping her sleeves as she joined them by the bank. "You'll need someone who can see. And I can let you borrow my robe! Then you won't stick out if someone does catch us."

"You can't put a hat on a Mooncalf and call it a man," Ominis muttered.

"Rude," you said, affronted. "I am much cuter than a Mooncalf."

"Not the point."

"Don't be mean, Ominis," said Anne. "You can pretend to be a Slytherin fine, can't you, Gibby?"

"Of course I can!" You mocked his highbrow accent then. "Greetings, what ho, I am Ominis Aloysius Queen Victoria Snakeman Gaunt, most noble wizard of Slytherin House."

"I sound nothing like that!"

Sebastian burst out laughing. "You sound exactly like that, Mr I Enjoy a Glass of Wine in the Evening."

Ominis scowled. "Wine tastes nice, all right?" It only made you and Sebastian and Anne laugh harder. In the end, Ominis couldn't help but smile. "You three are horrible."

"That's why we're your best friends," Sebastian declared heartily. "All right, I've taught all of you the Disillusionment charm, so you'll rendezvous at half past one. Be careful and tread lightly, especially you, Gibby. I know you're prone to... well, everything."

"Rude," you said again, "but fair."

Before you scattered for afternoon classes, Anne leant you one of her robes. She was taller than you, but not by much – and some illicit use of the Shrinking charm made the fit perfect by nightfall. She was terribly giggly when curfew was enacted, and the students sent to their dorms. Ominis and Sebastian waited until one o'clock before they slid out of bed and redressed in casual shirts and trousers.

Anne was waiting by the pond when both boys arrived. "Ready for Operation Slytherpuff?"

"Please tell me you didn't think of that name in advance," said Ominis.

"Of course I didn't... it was Gibby's idea."

Disillusionment cast, the three of them climbed the stairs, tiptoed out of the common room, making sure that the snake décor was dormant before they treaded onwards through the castle. Sebastian dropped off closer to the patrol route to keep an eye out, whilst Ominis led Anne from the point of his wand, up the dungeons to the Grand Staircase, the meeting point. Sebastian didn't trust you not to trip as the stairs appeared, so Ominis and Anne were to meet you there.

By some miracle, you were already waiting. He could hear you, crouched behind a pillar, a ripple in a still pond.

"Peeves almost spotted me, so I had to use a basic cast to distract him," you whispered, "but otherwise I got here a-okay!"

That was slightly concerning there'd been little resistance so far. He pivoted on heel, wand out, letting it guide him back. Now that you had been collected like contraband, each snick of noise sent his nerves tumbling, turned his feet to lead. Your excitement could barely be contained – you were like dynamite, constantly on the edge of detonation. This was not the first time he'd broken the rules so magnanimously, but it might've been the first time you had.

A patrol passed by on the way back, but Ominis had sensed them long coming, and stuffed the three of you into a corner until they passed.

"That was Elizabeth Nott and her girlfriend," Anne whispered, once they were gone. "We must be in the clear."

Only, when you returned to the dungeons, Sebastian wasn't there, and Wymond Lee was nowhere to be seen either.

Ominis grounded his teeth. "If Sebastian has been discovered—"

"I'm sure it's fine," reassured Anne, but her inflection betrayed worry. "Let's keep going. He'll know to meet us inside anyway."

When the dungeons were in the sight, Anne used Homenum Revelio to detect any whispers of people that he might've missed, but when the spell came back cold, the three of you trekked to the common room entrance. The wall reacted at once, the snake curling upwards to reveal the door.

"You first, Anne," Ominis said. "Open the door—"

"Wait," you whispered. "Can I open the door?"

"You don't know the password."

"You can just tell me the password."

"I can't give you the password!"

"Oh, for goodness sake," Anne chided, "it's Serpensortia."

"The password for the snake house is literally the spell for snakes?" you questioned, even though he could only shrug in return. Not like he chose them. "All right, fine. Serpensortia."

The door groaned open. The antechamber was empty. Still no sign of Sebastian.

"Should we be worried?" you asked.

"I'm going to assume," said Ominis, "that Sebastian is inside waiting for us, and hasn't done anything stupid—"

"Whoever you are, stop right there!"

Wymond Lee's voice punctuated the silence from down the hallway.

"Quick!" Anne muttered, shoving you. "Go, go!"

You and Anne were through by the time Ominis heard Sebastian's thudding sprint.

"Hide!" he squeaked. "Hide inside!"

You had lagged for him, but Ominis scrambled inside and shunted you forwards. When you paused on the spiral stairwell, probably in awe of the waterfall feature that drowned his hearing, he grabbed your robe hood and ran down the stairs, you scrabbling to keep up.

Sebastian was hot on his heels, and Wymond wouldn't be far behind. Without time to think of anything better, Ominis pulled you up onto the walkway for the boys' dorms. You clung to his jacket, terrified and struck with wonder, and he pressed a finger to your lips. He didn't know why he noticed then, but they were pleasantly soft, curling around his skin, and it sent a new flutter through him that had nothing to do with the prefects.

Sebastian's shoes clunked onto the walkway a second later, and he almost crashed into Ominis. "Whoa—"

"Ssshhh!" Ominis hissed.

He crouched, vibrating with adrenaline. Anne had fled elsewhere – he couldn't hear her. A minute later, more boot steps clopped down the stairs, noisy as a train. Wymond hesitated by the noticeboard.

"I swear, if you're a Slytherin, you better reveal yourself right now!" The boy's voice was slightly funny, warbling in a strange way, yet fear riddled Ominis, and you grasped him tightly. "I'll— you'll get in trouble! I swear it!"

Ominis didn't move. Sebastian didn't move. You didn't move.

And Wymond let out a gruff, frustrated noise before climbing back up the stairs.

They waited a few moments in case their antics had alerted someone else, but when the common room was still, quiet, he suddenly became aware of how close he was holding you, of his finger sealing your mouth closed, and his heart gave another conscious lurch before he let you go, cheeks burning.

They'd done it. Snuck you in and made it unscathed.

"I— I can't believe that worked."

"Neither can I," you whispered – and perhaps he was reading too much into it, but your voice seemed dry, like breath had been stolen from you. You shrugged off the Disillusionment charm. "Great Scott, Sebastian, what did you do?"

Sebastian threw off the illusion too. "Got him with a Bee-Sting jinx, didn't I, when he started walking your way."

There was a moment of pause.

Then you were both laughing, hysterical high-pitched giggles that echoed along the tunnels.

"He didn't even try to find us! He just gave up!"

"Because he was embarrassed! Merlin, you should've seen his face, Gibby! It was as red as a tomato!"

Your infectious laughter brought a smile to Ominis' face.

"Anne?"

Her footsteps revealed her behind a set of chairs, muffled by carpet. She was laughing too.

"Merlin's beard, he was so... puffy!"

Soon you were all laughing, desperately trying to keep quiet. "You are mad, Sebastian," said Ominis, relenting.

"Genius," Sebastian corrected. Then he turned to you, grandiose. "Welcome to the Slytherin dungeon."

You could only stay for an hour, but they let you take in the sights. It was like first year again, when everything enthralled you, from the high ceiling that amplified every sound, to the wide vastness of the space ("It's big enough to do five cartwheels in a row!"). The drapes like silk, high-backed chairs that made you feel posh, your words, and the macabre deer skulls you thought had character. You didn't even mind the disdain of the paintings, muttering about you, the Muggle-born intruder. Ominis always thought Slytherin's common room damp and unwelcoming, gloomy like incoming rain, but somehow you found joy in every small thing.

"Oh," you said, and he knew you had finally spotted the most striking feature. "Is that...?"

"The Great Lake, yes," said Anne.

You pressed fingers to glass. He'd never seen the view, of course, but he'd found the windows icy every time he touched them, and the sound beyond haunting, like the waters were pleading for something it could never find.

"Eerie, isn't it?"

"Not at all. I think it's beautiful."

He smiled at that.

"If you're lucky," he came to your side, "sometimes you can see mermaids at the window."

"Mermaids? No way!" you bellowed. "How often do they come? Are they are pretty as they say? Will they come now if—"

He couldn't help it. He started to laugh.

You swung around as Sebastian and Anne did, too.

"You're all mean."

Sebastian teased. "Least we're not gullible— ow! Gibby!"

You all sat in one of the window alcoves then. Of course you'd brought sweets – midnight snacks, you called them – and chatted as you tried to stop the Chocolate Frogs running away. Fatigue cloaked him, but he enjoyed the time together, and entertained your desperation to play hide-and-seek (he won every round, as you were terrible at keeping quiet). When you were all tired, you resorted to teaching Sebastian how to play thumb war, squirming with laughter when he distracted you into losing, which made them all giggle like there was nothing wrong with the world.

Ominis was revelling on the high of the night's success so much he completely missed the new set of footsteps until they were before him.

"Having a party, are we?"

He choked on a salted peanut. Wymond Lee – back early from patrol.

"I knew it was you, Sallow! Your arse is about to face punishment for weeks. And who else do we have? Your sister and Gaunt... not surprising. And... I don't recognise you." His wariness tripled. "Are you a Slytherin?"

Hat on a Mooncalf.

"Of course I am— I-I mean, how dare you question me, a Slytherin!" You were about as fearsome as a sleepy Puffskein. "Behold my green robes! And my, er, deep distrust of Muggles! Go pure-bloods!"

Ominis facepalmed.

"Wait a second. Aren't you... a Hufflepuff?"

"Hufflepuff? Me? Nooooo..." You laughed nervously. "Erm... trade you my Merlin card?"

That had landed all four of them in the bowels of detention the next day. Neither you nor Sebastian nor Anne were bothered though, despite the lines upon lines of I must respect house boundaries you had to write. You were just happy you got to experience the place for yourself, and Sebastian was happy for you, happy his plan worked for a time.

Where was he now? Did he remember that together you made chaos – the good kind, never the bad? Was he thinking about the state of slumber you were cursed to suffer, because of the relic he wielded?

Ominis was thinking about it a lot when the headmaster called him to his office.

Usually the place was so quiet. It was, as much as he hated to admit, a nice place to visit, even when the circumstances of said visits were never good – a sensual reprieve from the turbulence of Hogwarts life, with only the whistling wind outside any indicator that time was passing. Black never liked to keep 'noisy' things in his office, preferring the total silence, and the paintings were never particularly chatty in his presence.

Now the solitude bagged him down. He couldn't distract himself with a random ticking or clacking or cawing. It allowed his thoughts to boom, loud and clear, with no pardon from the truths they forced him to confront.

When Ominis finished recounting the whole sordid tale, he was on the verge of tears again, and there was another lump in his throat, bloated and painful. He'd be damned before he leaked a single drop in front of the headmaster, though, and Black, to his credit, was silent even afterwards, chair squeaking as he shifted his body weight.

"Well, that's quite the story." He tutted suddenly. "You promised me, Gaunt."

"Promised—" Ominis gathered himself. "Promised you what, sir?"

"That you'd behave." His chair groaned. "So, at the end of all this, Sallow used the Killing curse on his uncle."

He couldn't twist it anymore – he didn't think his fractured heart could take it. Even if he did try to downplay Sebastian's actions, there was no denying that the Inferi had overrun Feldcroft in his wake, before Anne returned with the body that settled it all.

"Yes, sir."

"Solomon Sallow, dead. What a surprising turn of events." Black didn't sound particularly sad. "Really, this is dire stuff, Gaunt. Dire. Do you know how much paperwork this is going to cost me?"

"I imagine quite a lot, sir."

"That hardly scratches the surface. Now the Ministry will be asking me hard questions – like how a sixteen-year-old got his hands on materials that could teach him Unforgivable Curses." He leant forwards. "You don't know them too, do you?"

"No," Ominis grounded out, not bothering with the polite epithets.

"I'm going to choose to believe you for my own peace of mind." A shuffle of parchment, a slosh of an inkwell. "Well, there's really nothing else to it. If the Feldcroft residents haven't already reported this fiasco to the Ministry, I will. And as of right now, Sebastian Sallow is immediately expelled. I imagine he'll go to Azkaban."

For some reason this punched Ominis in the gut. "Azkaban?"

But of course, Azkaban was the ultimate punishment for this sort of crime. He'd killed someone, and not in self-defence. All murderers went to one place and one place only.

"You think he can be kept on Ministry premises?" sneered Black. "Absolutely not. Might take a liking to using the Killing Curse on everyone."

But to place him amongst the rapists and serial killers? To thrust him under the same umbrella with the likes of Ranrok, and Rookwood, and Harlow? Poachers and bandits and thieves and terrorists, with no goodness within? A boy, sixteen years of age, with wizards twice as old and evil?

"But— he can't just get sent there. He was only trying to help his sister—"

"And I'd like a million Galleons and an all-expenses trip around the Caribbean, but that doesn't mean I'll murder anyone to get it. Miss Sallow is not here laying thick his praises, is she? And the boy ran! That's practically an admission of guilt." Black scratched his beard. "I'll have the best Aurors find him. I'm sure he'll turn up eventually. Let's not speculate what the Wizengamot will decree, hmm?"

"He—" Another blow. "The trial will go to the Wizengamot?"

"Most likely, of this scale and remarkableness." He made an oddly appreciative noise. "You certainly know how to pick your battles, don't you, Gaunt? First the cursed girl, now a wanted fugitive and a comatose Muggle-born."

Ominis was rendered speechless at that.

Because he's right. That traitorous voice in his head sullied him. Because everyone you care about will turn on you eventually. Because having your trust and friendship and love is a curse in itself. It is a cruelty.

"I hope you're not the uniting factor here," Black was saying, "though I'm sure that wouldn't disappoint your parents as much as it should. They did always think rules were meant to be broken." He tapped his desk twice and rose. "Now, off with you, and send the girl in. I want to put this whole ruckus behind me as fast as possible."

None of this should have surprised Ominis, yet his gut churned, and nausea wrestled up his gullet as he found Missy waiting outside, pacing.

"Did he say anything? About Sebastian?" she asked at once. "Will he be expelled, or—"

"Just go in," he forced out, dizzy. "You'll find out for yourself."

Professor Black was right – he was the determining factor between this mess. Anne, Sebastian, you. Three of his friends that had been torn down and asunder, he the unwitting knife. He wondered how high he would have to build the walls around his heart to protect himself and the ones he cared about.

If he could only offer pain and ruin, after all, perhaps it was better not to offer anything at all.

He owed it to you, however, to stay by your side until you woke. You would need readjusting to the world after Sebastian's mess. So, with Missy, he did – every day, after classes, silent as a shadow, massaging the tips of your hands, encouraging you to wake. Every day, he waited for news on Sebastian's capture or Anne's return, and felt at once gratitude and anger when he got neither.

You were plenty popular, judging by the visits from your other friends. Once word spread you had contracted a curse over the holidays – means classified – your bedside was a popular place to be. The third day he came to see you, you were surrounded by your Gryffindor crew – Natsai, Cressida, Garreth and Leander, plus awkward Mahendra Pehlwaan, who had taken a book of curse remedies from the library and was trying some of the more basic ones on you. Adelaide, Evangeline and Arthur visited almost as often as he did too, singing bad songs and giving you the hugs, hoping to stir you into consciousness.

Sometimes you did stir. Ominis was alone the day you recoiled suddenly, out of his grip.

"Please..." you mumbled. "Ominis..."

He sat up, heart thumping. This is it. This is when you wake.

But you didn't.

His wasn't the only name to pass through your lips. You often mentioned Sebastian, Anne and Missy too. Your parents, plus your brothers, Connor, Ellian and Tam. The people you cared for. He hoped, with how frequently you spoke them, reverent and yielding, that the memories were protecting you from the brink of death. The memories were keeping you safe.

But those days weren't meant to last.

"I think it best we transfer her to St Mungo's."

Winter had succumbed to spring, yet Madam Blainey's words were like ice to his heart. The wizarding hospital in London would have more resources for your care, it was true – and he knew he should never say no to a chance – but if you were moved there, he couldn't visit you. Ever. His family had far too many connections at the place for him to discreetly keep you company. If he was caught in public, waiting on a Muggle-born, his parents would see to it that you never woke up.

"There's absolutely nothing you can do?" he asked Blainey.

"She needs a curse-breaker. I can heal maladies, but this... I've exhausted every option I know."

He told this to Missy later that day in the common room. By the lake windows, in fact, the very place you had once loved.

"We could visit her. You could cast Disillusionment."

"It's not a perfect spell. Someone would see me, and unfortunately I'm very distinctive."

"Let me ask some people I know, some people in the village who owe me favours. They're curse-breakers. One of them might be able to help her, and that way she can stay here."

Missy felt partway responsible as he did, and she poured herself into researching a cure. With Slytherin's spellbook torched, she had resorted to illicit trips to the Restricted Section to quench her search – and he worried she was taking it too far, as Sebastian once had. But Missy reassured him that there was nothing in the world that would let her fall from grace as hard as Sebastian had.

As Professor Hecat had said, they had learnt their lesson.

When the Easter holidays rolled closer to the present, Ominis was once again at your bedside. You no longer smelt of your trademark strawberry laces – Blainey attended to your hygiene with a scentless clinical wash – but your hair had grown longer now. He tangled it in his fingers, hoping and hopeless.

The approaching footsteps forced him to pique, familiar but not enough – an odd, lumbering gait, like a baby learning to walk for the first time. He pulled himself back, wishing to hold you again as the person came through the ward curtain.

"Oh, Ominis," said the wary voice of Leander Prewett. "Didn't think you'd be here by yourself."

His tone rankled Ominis. "Why wouldn't I be?"

The boy took the free seat on your other side. There was some floral musk following him – Ominis realised all too late it was a bouquet of flowers. Daisies, your favourite.

"Just that you weren't really friends anymore."

According to the world, you weren't. It was your shared façade working against him now, no fault of anyone but his own, and still a deep sense of loathing rolled through him. Your other friends had accepted that he was here, day in, day out, without question. What was it to Leander, then, if he wanted to keep you company during the slow hours of your convalescence? Ominis hadn't realised how close with him you'd become during fourth year, a terrible lapse of judgement – something about Leander coming to sit at your side, alone, lodged uncomfortably beneath his collarbone like a building scream.

Leander cleared his throat and stuffed the bouquet into an empty vase behind you. "There. Looks better, doesn't it?" A pause. "Oh, sorry, I mean— how is she?"

"No change."

"Figures." He shifted. "Wow, her hands are so... warm."

He's touching your hands. That feeling under his collarbone boiled. "Of course they're warm. She's not dead."

"All right, all right," he blustered. "Not touched many girls in comas before."

That word. Coma. It felt so final, so unending and forlorn. Muggles in comas weren't known to wake up very often; wizard-induced comas were much the same. With the wide breadth to the boundaries of magic came a similar scope of the unknown – maladies incurred without any sense of how they could be reversed. If they could be reversed.

Despair threaded through his annoyance. You'd said it yourself once, meant for a different time but still applicable – he had to believe you'd wake up from your nightmares. Otherwise you never would, and he would never forgive himself.

"What's the latest from Madam Blainey?" Leander asked instead. "Are they going to move her to St Mungo's?"

The stalling tactic had worked. Missy cashed in her favours with some curse-breakers, and they had agreed to attend to you themselves.

"Until all options are exhausted," he said, "she stays here."

"Right." Leander sat forwards again. "Gibs, if you can hear me... you have to wake up. It's strange you're not sitting next to me in Transfiguration anymore, where I can't laugh at how your voice goes funny when you're casting spells or collude on essays before Weasley gets in. I missed getting a box of truffles this year from you too. Everyone's talking about you. Might make a boy jealous, with all the attention you're getting." He let out a mirthless chuckle. "Look, you can't stay in bed forever. You're missing out on too much. Garreth exploded a potion that turned Cress' hair green. Missy also beat me in Summoner's Court – I let her, mind, but it would've been nice to have you cheering me on. And, er, Ominis looks like he'd kill a man if it would get you to wake up."

Well, if killing a man did work, Ominis had someone in mind.

"And I... well." Leander turned pensive. "I miss your fun, and your jokes. At your expense, but sometimes mine. Mostly you. Just... come back to us, all right? I miss you— er, we all miss you."

He tapered off, which only turned that boiling in Ominis' chest into a crashing roar. It was totally irrational that he should feel angry at Leander professing his sorrow at your condition – but he did.

And he refused to acknowledge why.

"Right. Piece said," mumbled Leander. "In the stories this is the part where you wake up, roused by my inspiring words of encouragement, but..."

"This isn't a book," Ominis said, cutting the daydream off like a gangrene limb.

"No," Leander agreed sadly. "No it's not."

You shuddered then. You must've heard them, must've thought to play a fun trick. Both boys sat up at once, Ominis like a rod had been inserted up his spine.

"Leander..." you mumbled.

Leander clutched your hand. "Yes, yes! I'm here! I—"

"Hnn..."

You fell silent again. Ominis couldn't decide whether to despair or rejoice.

"She said my name," Leander mumbled, unfurling with hope. "You heard it. That... that's good, right?"

"She says my name all the time," Ominis said, knowing it would dig.

It clearly did. "Oh. Yeah. Of course."

Yet despite his best efforts, Leander stayed at your bedside for the rest of the hour, using your legs as a surface to scribble his Transfiguration homework, rambling about inane things, encouraging you to speak again, to wake up, until the bell rang for dinner and he gathered his things to go.

"You'll let me know if anything changes, right?" he asked Ominis. "Just want her to know she has a friend when she wakes up."

"I am her friend," Ominis pointed out.

"Are you?" It was an innocent enough question, but there was edge to it. "Because you weren't there for her during fourth year. I don't know what you two argued about – she never told me – but it made her depressed for weeks." He hauled his satchel and began to walk away. "Doesn't seem like friend behaviour to me."

He left with the last word, because, by the shame that washed over him, Ominis knew he was right.

He was still paying the toll for his mistake now – emotionally, physically. Staying with you day after day, week after week, was like witnessing the leaves fall off a tree in autumn, a slow but ever incoming caress of death. He lost hope, each piece that chipped off warping into frustration at himself, rage at his errors that he didn't protect you sooner, that he couldn't protect you at all.

I'm not losing you again, Ominis Gaunt. Hadn't he vowed on that day he didn't want to lose you too? Hadn't he vowed you were his family, fire for his hearth, wind for his sails, comfort for his home and shelter for his heart?

Yet here you were again. Sweetness, stolen. Vivacity, dimmed.

And it was all his fault.

Finally, when O.W.L.s were fast approaching, and when Missy's curse-breaker friends admitted they needed more advanced resources, Blainey gave the news that in about a week's time you were to be moved. St Mungo's had better long-term care plans, and your parents were despondent, desperate to see you. A week was all he had left, and then he wouldn't see you until you came back. If you came back. Perhaps you would never wake up – and he would never be with you again. That tore a whole new emotion through him.

It was late, but he paid you a visit anyway. Missy was already there – simply present at your side. You slept, soundly for once. A respite from your fidgeting.

"Hello, Ominis," she greeted. "No change."

He thought not. "I haven't heard anything from Anne. Sebastian?"

"Reportedly the Aurors had a lead on Sebastian's whereabouts – south somewhere, near Motherwell." It was mad to think he'd evaded them for so long. "I suppose we'll find out soon."

She tried to sound like she didn't care, and failed miserably.

"Thank you for letting me know." That emotion crossed him again. "I ought to go."

"You only just got here—"

"I'd better get used to it," he said, determined not to let her guilt him. "I won't be able to visit once—"

"Forget your damn family, for once," Missy hissed. "Gibby needs you."

"She's comatose. She doesn't need me."

"And when she wakes up?"

"If she wakes up."

"Listen to yourself! It's like you've already given up!"

"I haven't," he insisted. "I'm just tired watching everyone I care about—"

He didn't finish, the thought broken. Foolish, foolish Ominis—

"Easier to push everyone away, right?" Missy said, calmer now, yet sticking the metaphorical knife in his chest. "Easier not to feel pain if you don't care about anything?"

He clenched his wand. "I shouldn't have told her to come—"

"She chose to fight for Sebastian. Not you." Suddenly she was on her feet, grabbing his sleeve. "Now sit."

He sat, only because she was terrifying when in command, and her grip was like iron.

"I'm going to tell you something that I should've told you a long time ago."

"And what, exactly, is that?"

"Why I'm searching for redemption."

The retort died on his tongue.

"I doubt you've heard of my family name before?"

He wracked his brain, but no, her surname did not seem familiar to him. "It's not a pure-blood name I've heard of."

"No," she said, "but I was rich."

"Is that supposed to impress me?"

"The Gaunts are old family rich," she said. "My family was you can't fathom it rich. I used to own half the shops of Diagon Alley."

He quietened.

Her voice was meditative. "My parents were business tycoons. Extraordinarily wealthy. They were responsible for much of the economy, here and across the world. Had their fingers in every pie, pulling strings in every market. Whilst I was raised here, they were leaping from country to country, managing their estates and businesses and stocks. They had their pockets in almost every Ministry worldwide, and every newspaper too. I was raised in the country, in a huge mansion. Alone."

Loneliness. He understood that too well.

"My parents left me in the care of my governess, carer and tutor, Acantha Bitterwood. For years she raised me. I grew to love her like a mother, and she love me like a daughter. When I was old enough to have conversations, the comments started. About how she wished my parents could see my progress, shame they're away, they'd be so proud if they were here. They're so busy, always. Too busy for you.

"My resentment grew. Every day, for years, it grew and grew, festering like rot. Soon I didn't like them anymore. Soon I hated them. Soon it was pure loathing. With every breath I took, I despised them. Acantha had befriended them and gained their trust for over a decade, yet encouraged this, poisoning my mind – I was consumed with anger." She took a breath. "That anger eventually culminated into a plan. A rare time when both my parents were in this country, together. She gave me the idea. When they slept, in separate rooms, I took a knife from the kitchen. And I slit their throats."

His wand hand stilled in a way a predator does before leaping at prey.

"Yes," she said, as if reading the horror splattered on his face, "I murdered them."

It jarred every bone in his body.

"When the deed was done, I felt elated, like I'd finally ridded the world of an incomparable evil. Only then did Acantha turn on me. As my long-time carer, my wealth was hers until I was seventeen. She'd prepared me for years and years, every day readying her schemes, waiting for the moment she could turn me in and steal all my assets and wealth."

"But then— why are you not in Azkaban?"

"I was a Squib until that point, remember? The Ministry didn't want to deal with me, not when I'd used a Muggle weapon, but they certainly couldn't go to the Muggle authorities for fear of exposing our world. I was sentenced to a wizard juvenile detention centre under special circumstances. I was there for a year, stuck in limbo as the Ministry decided what to do with me... and then my magic awoke. Explosively and without warning. It destroyed the entire place. The Ministry covered it up, and... then Professor Fig came to me. He argued to bring me to Hogwarts."

How strange of him, to agree to take a murderer under his wing. "Do you regret what you did?"

"I cannot regret my own feelings, but the act itself..." She hesitated. "Sometimes you think you are doing the right thing, and then you sit on your decision and ponder a while, and realise your own hatred was blinding you all along. Sorry— for lack of a better term." Another languishing breath. "I hated my parents so passionately for neglecting me, for leaving me alone, and that loneliness led me to find peace with the darkness, and it has taken me... a while, to unpick the threads that Acantha wove within me."

So young. Missy must've been no more than fourteen years old when it happened.

"You know you are not entirely to blame though, right?" he whispered. "You seeking redemption, when she groomed you from the start."

"I know," she said simply, "but it's not about ridding myself of the guilt. It's about helping other people about to fall down the same path I did. At the end of the day, I killed them. I was seduced by the darkness, even if it wasn't the Dark Arts."

"That's why you took a shine to Sebastian."

She softened. "Perhaps it was arrogant of me, to hope I could help find a cure for Anne. Still, I believed. My parents were dead, but Anne could still be saved. Sometimes you cannot escape what has already hooked you; you can only maintain it. When I knew it was too late with him, I sought damage control." A huff. "He just happened to be... charming and handsome as he did."

"And... what about your governess?" he asked, almost afraid. "She's still out there."

"With all my wealth, Acantha is impenetrable now. Nonetheless, exacting revenge on her will not bring those years back. It will not bring my parents back. I decided, when I came here, to start anew, to devote myself to helping those like me, even if they didn't know they needed it."

There didn't seem to be any words appropriate to offer her.

"For what it's worth, then... I'm sorry."

"We both had to go through extremes to find ourselves, I think," she mused. "Unfortunately, it's not the end of my tale."

She revealed her biggest secret of all: she was a wielder of unique type of magic she simply called ancient. It let her do things others couldn't do, see things others couldn't see. It was the reason Fig came after the detention centre exploded – his wife, as it turned out, had been studying ancient magic before she died. Suddenly it made sense to Ominis, why Missy projected an aura of power, why she could do things he never understood, why she was cryptic and guarded and intense and strange. She spoke of her and Sebastian's attempts to uncover the memories of four medieval wizards, find a truth hidden hundreds of years ago.

No wonder Sebastian was so drawn to her. She was power and mystery incarnate, two of his favourite things. Even today, the revelations stun Ominis.

"I believe Ranrok wants to use the emotions Isidora Morganach collected from her students," Missy was saying then, "to make himself undefeatable and overcome wizardkind. Only we don't know where the final repository is."

He sagged in his chair. All this time dealing with the weight of her past, she'd also spent fighting goblins and poachers, plus extra schoolwork and Sebastian's poor choices. Ominis reached for you then, idly drawing his fingers up your arms, disturbing the fine hairs along your skin as if they could permit him with strength.

"Thank you for confiding with me. I mean it."

"I tell you this to give you perspective, Ominis," she said, doleful again. "It is a constant battle to fight for what you love, who you love. There is no end to it. But that doesn't mean you lay down your weapon. It means you keep swinging, no matter how hard fatigue tries to hold you down."

He nodded, absorbing her words, but saying nothing. Missy rose.

"I must meet with Fig now. Hopefully he's uncovered more about the repository."

"If I can help you in any way," he said quickly, "don't be a stranger. Ask. Please."

For the first time, he heard real warmth in her.

"Thank you. I would appreciate that immensely. I will call on you, should a time come."

He perceived Missy anew then. She had made mistakes in her past, not entirely of her own fault – and sought to atone for them. He'd made plenty too, but, well, he wasn't sure the journey to his redemption was so easily charted.

There was you, after all. Both a joy and a sore spot. When Missy left for the evening, Ominis scooted closer to your bed. For a little while, he simply held your hand.

"They say people in comas can hear sometimes," he ruminated. "I wonder if you can hear me now."

His thoughts crumpled. He'd been blaming himself for everything until now – taking your decisions and making them a product of his own. But you were your own person, and you decided what to do for yourself. He guided your wand, yes, but never did he cast the spell. That was all you.

Foolish, protective you.

He knew he had to stop this tendency to self-destruct, to siphon his own pain and turn it against himself. It wouldn't help you in any way. But it was difficult to unlearn, especially when you were lying before him, bewitched. Still he caressed your thumb, stroked down the nail.

"You never gave up trying to save him," he mumbled, throat raw. "So I won't give up on you."

"I knew you were still hung up on her."

Ominis shot up from his chair, grabbing his wand. The timing couldn't have been worse.

"What do you want, Peregrine?"

"Came to get a potion for headaches," Peregrine snivelled between the ward's curtain, "and here I've stumbled onto an even bigger migraine. I knew it. I knew it. You still care about the Mud—"

Ominis' wand was pointed at him in seconds. "Finish that word and I'll—"

"You won't do anything, Gaunt. Had to get Stone-Broke to fight your battles for you last time, didn't you?" His breath was sickly sweet, like poison. "But he's been expelled, so now no one's going to threaten me for you."

Sebastian threatened him. That was why he backed off Ominis, why he never said a word after fourth year. Warm gratefulness welled inside him; even with all the mistakes Sebastian had made, the crimes he'd committed, he looked out for Ominis like the true brothers they'd always been.

Sebastian wasn't there anymore though. Ominis had sworn off the darker path after everything that had happened, but Peregrine had threatened his safety, your safety, and he decided he no longer cared.

Self-preservation was an art – and he would wield the brush.

He sauntered forwards, and when Peregrine didn't move, out of stubbornness or fear, Ominis didn't care which, he pressed the tip of his wand to his throat. The boy let out a surprised, garbled yelp.

"Don't mistake my holding back as needing protection. I'm blind, yet I see you better than you see yourself." He leant as close as he dared, murmuring with shadowed intent. "I have fought droves of Inferi, loyalists, poachers, Dark wizards, even a Dark curse, and I have survived every. Single. One. You, on the other hand, are nothing. A boy playing school bully to make yourself feel better about your meaningless existence. Those people? They are the real threats, and neither you nor your father can even think to compare."

His Adam's apple bobbed under the tip... and Ominis tucked his wand into his pocket, speaking softly.

"I don't need to threaten you, Perry. You already know that if you try to cross me, or her, I will obliterate you where you stand." He turned back to the bed, where you were still. "Now leave."

Peregrine seemed to make a noise of dissent, like he was going to argue, but instead he muttered, "You're a filthy blood traitor, Gaunt."

And he scurried away, taking the last word. But not really. Ominis smiled. It felt indulgently satisfying to feel him squirm, and even better to stand up for himself, and you.

Perhaps there would be consequences. Blood traitor. If Perry was really pathetic enough to snitch to his father again, there was no way Ominis' father wouldn't get involved. Let him. If he was labelled a blood traitor, so be it. He was done playing a good son for everyone else's benefit, and Missy was right – you needed him, more than anyone else. He sat down again, adjusting the bedsheets that had been disturbed.

"I have been a fool, haven't I?" he whispered. "It's not like denying my feelings has done me any good."

The words were lodged in his throat.

"You know I'm not very good with this sort of thing, so I'll keep it short... come back to me. Please. I miss you. And I... I'm falling in love with you."

You were silent.

He didn't expect anything else.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: Hate Sex w/ Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader

a/n: i cannot begin to tell you how fucking aware i am that this is late and i'm almost falling behind but ohmygoodness i've been literally exhausted for the past two days. i'm lowkey pissed about it because i was super excited to write for this day and actually writing for it felt like i was dragging my feet behind me.

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Fuck James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s a piece of shit, an asshole, a womanizer, a player, a liar and a dirty fucking cheat, but goddamn it, why do you always find yourself here?

You hated him – no – you do hate him!

Even people that hate their exes like the fact that they catch their eye, that they can’t find it within themselves to look away from them, that in some way, some capacity, they will always want them, that they will always be theirs regardless of whoever they get with in the future.

Bucky knew you’d come to the party at his frat, and you knew that you would go with every intention of fucking with him. To everyone else, you were just bitter exes - that needed to fuck out whatever was going on between the two of you - so when you showed up in a dress that fell just below your ass, your friends figured you were just trying to get laid; but no one knew that this was his favorite color on you, let alone his favorite dress.

You just so happened to pick it out, that’s all! Couldn’t a girl want to pamper herself nowadays?

You fake laughed at whatever the dude that had fallen right into your trap said, a manicured hand lifting up to slap him on his arm gently, making extra sure to graze the naked skin of his arm that was exposed by his muscle tee with your acrylics. You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently, a faux sweet smile on your face.

Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted Bucky to take you home, or to his room, or to wherever the fuck he wanted too – but you’d never admit that to yourself. You couldn’t. He couldn’t win this game of cat and mouse, not without a fight, and you just so happened to love playing dirty.

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your back. Your bodycon dress was completely strapless, leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts threatened to spill out over the top. You weren’t a sorority slut by any means, one of your sister’s had that covered, but still, you were going to go home with somebody tonight.

Even if he was an idiot.

“That’s so funny, Aaron.” Aaron laughed nervously, cheeks blooming a deep red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s uh- actually Eric.” Right. “Sorry.” You giggled, raising the neck of your beer as if it was some sort of explanation for the fact that you don’t really give a shit about what his name is and more about what’s in his pants.

Before you could speak, your eyes raised up to meet Bucky’s, who was standing across the pull, two ladies vying for his attention as he puffed on what looked like a blunt. It looked like he was in the same boat that you were; that he didn’t care about what they were saying, only you.

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze back to Aaron – Eric.

You knew you’d have to up the ante in order to get him to move, because right now you know he thinks that you’re all bark no bite. You’ll show him.

“You know…” You made a finger walking motion up his arm, the tips of your nails now slightly digging into his skin. “How about we get out of here?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “It’s too crowded… and loud.” Your hand finally rested on his upper bicep, giving it a soft squeeze. The poor man’s jaw was slightly dropped, as if he was a fish out of water.

“Yeah, yeah, I-” He attempted to say, but when you raised your gaze again, Bucky was gone, and you had forced yourself to bite back a wolfish smile because you knew he was on the move somewhere.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Bucky’s voice sounded as he approached the both of you from behind. Eric looked as if he had seen a ghost, but the poor boy had no idea that he was just a pawn in your game.

“Oh- uh- nothin’ man, just talking.” You raised a brow at Eric’s shaky excuse. Internally, you rolled your eyes. What a pussy.

“Really?” Bucky asked in amusement, not even bothering to hide the face splitting smirk that contorted his face. “Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’ as you took the blunt from him. You wrapped your mouth around it, your gaze almost challenging him as you sucked, pulling the smoke into your lungs. It burned but it was worth it to see the tick in his jaw and the slight twitch in his eye at the sight of your pursed lips.

“I think that I um- I’m just gonna go.” Eric squeaked awkwardly. All lustful intention slipped away from him as he grasped his hand and shook it. From the poor man’s wince you can tell that Bucky put a little bit too much force in his shake.

When the random guy slipped away you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Real smooth.” You commented. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m talking about you trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of him.” The way you said it was as if it was the most casual thing on earth. “I almost forgot how possessive you get when you know someone else wants me.” You tilted your chin up to finally face him, and you caught yourself from almost stumbling over your words at the primal look on his face.

You did it. You won this game fair - enough - and square.

“Too bad my pussy doesn’t belong to you anymore, isn’t it, James?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. But you weren’t scared, if anything you were turned on.

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m right, even though anger does look good on you.”

You went to step away, but he was quick to snatch your wrist, “Were not done talkin’.” You made a noncommittal attempt to tug yourself free. “I am.”

The tension between the two of you sizzled like oil on a pan, beckoning, calling for someone to do something, anything, to appease the burning desire that was coiling in Bucky and yours’ guts.

“If you’re not done then I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk then.”

He didn’t give you the chance to offer a rebuttal because he was already dragging you away from the prying eyes of party goers, his frat brothers and your sorority sisters. You already had an idea of where he was taking you, pushing the both of you through the sea of people that flooded the house, most of them drunk or high or a hammered off of a little bit of everything that was rotating throughout the home.

When he’d found his room, he was grateful that no one had decided to fuck in it, because that was what he was supposed to be doing.

He let your body be the thing that slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

He kissed you harshly, his left hand grasped your chin while the other hiked a full leg over his hip, grinding his erection onto your needy core.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your back arching off the wood as you broke the kiss. The friction of his jeans against your pulsing clit sent you staggering for balance, your inhibitions clouding your mind when you allowed your self-control to completely flee from within you.

“Bucky baby.” You whined. The man practically preened at the sound of his old nickname, his humping turning harder and calculated. He clearly had an end goal in mind.

“What were you sayin’ about this pussy not bein’ mine no more?” He quipped. “I still mean it.” You gasped. He growled, but nonetheless, that didn’t deter him from shoving his face in the corner of your neck and biting down on the skin. Hard.

You yelped at the pain, but it shot down straight to your stimulated core. The bite only drew you closer to your embarrassingly fast approaching orgasm. It had been so long since you’d been touched by him, and God, you missed his hands, his voice, his touch, his smell, his cock.

“‘M close, Buck, ‘m so close.” You murmured, waving your fingers through his brunette hair and tugging on the strands. You felt a burning bitterness well-up in your gut when the tips of your fingers brushed against the hard plastic of the silver crown on top of his head. You sneakily took it off before throwing it somewhere in his room.

“No need to be jealous, honey.” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Shut— shut up!” Your rebuttal only came out as a whine. You could feel the cloth of your laced thong stick to your wet labia with every grind on his jeans – which also now sported a dark spot on his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore as you came. “There you go. That’s it, good girl.” Small whimpers slipped out of you as he worked you into overstimulation.

“God,” He groaned. “I’ve gotta fuck you.”

Guiding his face up to yours, you brushed your lips together, holding your intense eye contact with one another. “Then fuck me, Buck. I think you have a point to prove.” He leaned forward just a bit to nip at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Fuckin’ naughty.” Bucky grunted, forcing your leg down from his hip for a moment to snatch your panties down your legs. Your hands shot out to his belt buckle, slipping the leather out of it and unbuttoning his jeans. It was your turn to shove his pants down and grab his hard on, his hot cock pulsing in your hand.

The air in the back of his throat caught at the feeling of your stroking, “God– turn around.” You did as he said and felt his large, calloused hands pushing up your dress.

“Gonna make sure everyone at this fuckin’ party knows you’re mine.” He says lowly, pulling down his underwear to his mid-thigh and prodding his tip at your entrance. “Even if you fuckin’ hate me.” With that, he entered you, splitting you in half on his cock.

You cried out at the feeling, false nails scratching at the surface of his door in an attempt to keep yourself steady. “Feels so good, Buck. So, so, good.” You mewled, your hips pushing out on their own accord to try and take your own pleasure. “Always so fuckin’ greedy.” He chided. His hands grabbed at the fat of your ass, pulling out of you only to slam back in, sending you up the wall.

Your bodies moved in a familiar symphony that had been sung numerous times before, as they hadn’t forgotten one another, they were just simply waiting for the both of you to press play.

His dick repeatedly prodded at your g-spot, the friction sending you into overdrive as you moaned, and cried and begged. “God, I think ‘m gonna cum, Buck!” You exclaimed, walls repeatedly clenching down on him. “That’s right, doll. ‘Fuckin squeeze me.” He bellowed, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his end.

Your noises raised in pitch before your arms gave out and you collapsed forward, instead opting to cross your arms and rest your head on your forearms.

“Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth, his thrusting growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Do it, fuck, I-” Your words died out, your body wracking with shivers as your second orgasm of the night overtook you.

It wasn’t long before you felt his seed warm your insides, painting your womb white as your eyesight went white, and your pussy sucked him up for all he’s worth.

Your chests heaved.

“I still hate you.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He said through a smile.

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