#like I knew I wasn’t going to love it and was ready to be proven wrong but like ah

[suitsusboth]

okay i had to stop after ep 4 bc work got bat shit crazy but like genuine question where is the romance in this show?

[poisonofthepaint]

Day After Tomorrow - Part Three

a/n: this is the final part!! i really loved writing this story and i love jack so pls send in some ideas for him. hope u love it baiii

pt 1 pt 2

18+!!!!!! MDNI

content warning: age gap, awkward reader a little. oral (r!receiving), nipple sucking, p in v sex, i really don't know what else but this is pretty filthy LOL. i didn't have a lot of time to proofread so forgive me pls <3

Saying you were nervous for your date was an understatement. You’ve had your share of first dates, but you were certainly rusty at the moment. You’ve always been too busy to really deal with your love life. Between school, and your absurd hours at work, it only really left you about two hours a day of free time to yourself. And God, you were not gonna let some random person get in the way of those two hours.

But Jack wasn’t a boy. He was a man. He was a grown man. With a stable job, and a 401k, and real insurance, definitely not his parents. And at this point, you were quite scared the age gap was going to be a problem. You were mostly scared you were going to say something stupid in front of him. You knew you were far from unintelligent. You excelled in your degree, you had a lot of common sense, and humor! Which is proven to show intelligence. But in all honesty, you haven’t taken a science class since your freshman year of undergrad. The information from anatomy class had fallen so far out of your brain you’re pretty sure it still haunted your first dorm room. You didn’t know how to talk about his line of work with him, you didn’t know anything about emergency medicine. And that scared you, deeply. You have been so wrapped up in your philosophy groups, where everyone always knew what the other was talking about, that you weren’t sure how to learn something brand new anymore.

Maybe that was the most exciting part, though. The idea of opposites attract, like the movies. Yeah, it was exciting, not nerveraking. You had read recently that anxiousness and excitement caused the same physical symptoms, so you tried to trick your brain into being excited. You were excited. You had been looking forward to seeing him since he sent the first text. 

You texted back right away, of course, telling him that you’d be delighted to accompany him to dinner. He asked for your address, and said he’d pick you up, which was the most gentleman-like act you’ve experienced in years. Or so you thought, because before you know it, there’s three small raps at your door. You check your phone, seeing the time is 5:47. There’s also a text from Jack saying that he was on his way, you had missed it in your whirlwind of getting ready. You move towards the door quickly, turning the creaky knob. 

He looks good— unreasonably good. He has on a tight fitted black henley, a pair of nice, fitted jeans, and some black tennis shoes. You don’t know how casual attire makes him look so sexy, but it does.  A silver chain glints in the light, and you think you may faint. You’re so taken aback by his attractiveness, you don’t even see the bouquet of tulips that he’s holding out to you.

Jack stands there, letting you take him in. He's got a smug little smile on his face. “Hi there. These are for you. I was hoping you would just have a vase?” 

You nod, words not forming quite yet. “Can I come in?” he asks softly.

“Yes! Sorry, yes, yes, come in. Excuse the mess.” your apartment was spotless, but it just felt like the right thing to say. It’s what people said when they had guests, and your dialogue was being reduced to factory settings. 

“Nice apartment,”

“Yeah, it’s not too bad.” you grab a vase from under the sink, filling it up halfway with water. You make quick work of cutting the stems off the tulips before plopping them in the water.

“Are you ready to go after that?”

Your heart thumps in your chest, so hard you can feel it in your throat. “Yeah, I am.”

“You’re less talkative today,” he says. Not prying, just observing. He looks at you like he’s assessing you for symptoms.

“Honestly, I can’t really believe you’re standing in my apartment.”

He smiles, “Still think you’re dreaming me up?”

“Maybe a little,”

“That’s okay. I’ll show you how real I am tonight.”

You gulp at the innuendo, unsure if it was even supposed to be an innuendo, but that's definitely the way you were taking it.

Jack catches your eyes and nods his head towards the door before walking over, leading the way. You follow his suit instinctively. 

His car is a nice, black truck, and the inside is spotless. Not that you thought it would be dirty, but it’s unrealistically clean. Almost like he just bought it. You hear a soft talking over the radio, no, it’s something else.

He sees you trying to locate the noise, “It’s a police scanner, if there’s an emergency coming into the hospital I like to know so I can go help.” he blinks at you, recognizes the words coming out of his mouth, “Does that make me a crazy workaholic?”

You belly laugh, “God, no, I mean if people need help, it’s good you want to help.”

“I do like to help.”

“You really love it, don’t you?”

“I do, I think what I do is some of the most important work in the world, and I’m good at it. And I like being good at things.”

You hum in response, “Definitely very important work,”

“What do you like about philosophy?”

“I just think it’s an interesting study on human nature. I like applying philosophies I agree with to my personal life, or putting them on other people. I like sharing how to think one way instead of another. I just like to think, maybe.” you say, frazzled. No one really asks you why philosophy. They just hear that it’s your degree, and move on.

“I like that. The world needs more people who fucking think.” he says. His eyes are glued to the road, he has one hand on the wheel, and one resting on the gear shift. His fingers softly tap to their own rhythm.

“How many stupid people do you deal with in a day?” 

“More than I would like to admit. I’m sure you get your fair share.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have to treat them for six hours while they tell me I’m wrong about life saving practices.”

He nods sharply, “This period of time is certainly an interesting one. I don’t know why half of them even come in, they just sit there and refuse treatment.”

You shake your head, “I change my answer. I’m getting a philosophy degree so I don’t have to deal with the general public.” 

It’s his turn to belly laugh, “I don’t blame you, kid.”

You get dizzy from the nickname. The car settles into a comfortable silence. You continue your drive until you pull into a small, nice Italian restaurant.

Jack puts the car in park. You go to reach for the handle and he scoffs, “Stay in.”

He gets out of the car and comes around to your side, opening the door for you. You want to cry, you still think he’s fake. You get out, try to pretend like your hands aren’t shaking. He closes the door behind you, then grabs your hand. The contact sends sparks right up your arm, just like the first time he grabbed the coffee up from you. You thought shit like that was fake, but it was real, this was real.

The dinner goes perfectly. The conversation flows. Jack is a lot less abrupt when he’s not in the middle of a shift. He tells you stuff about his personal life, about his parents, and even a little bit about the war. He talks to you about medical supplies he thinks are changing the future. And he lets you talk. He genuinely cares what you have to say. He never looks at you like your degree is anything less than his. He even looks blown away at some things. The owner of the restaurant comes over at one point. You learn that he and Jack served together. You feel honored to meet someone Jack knows already. The date is all you could have wished for– it was better than a dream. Jack was real, and he enjoyed your company. You could tell on his face. The creases between his eyebrows went away, and his smile lines got deeper. He was mysterious when you met him, but now, you felt like you already knew him, and how to read him.

The drive home is equally perfect. Jack cracks the windows a little, letting in fresh air. You feel the wind hit your hair lightly. He won’t stop looking over at you. His hand twitches towards you on the gear shift, and you reach out for it without thinking. He glances down, and then back up at you. He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together. You rest your sewn together hands on your lap, studying his rough hand. 

Of course, he walks you to your door. You lead the way, and you can hear him trailing behind you, slowly, cautiously. 

You unlock the door and turn to look at him, “Well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” he smiles.

You linger in the doorway, not wanting the night to end. “Did you have a good time?”

His eyes soften at you, “Yeah, I had a real good time. Best time in a while.” Your breathing falters. “I’d really like to kiss you.” Jack says.

You still, then nod, you can tell your eyes are wide and glazed over. 

“I’m gonna need some words, sweetheart.” 

“I would like that.” you say, barely above a whisper. 

He approaches you. Grabs your cheek, gives it a gentle rub with his thumb before leaning down. He lets his nose rest on yours for a second, taking you in. He’s so close, his chest bumps yours when he breathes in. He closes his eyes and closes the space between you. It’s soft at first, it’s kind. It’s– alert. You can’t help yourself. You need more. You make the move to deepen it and that’s all he needs. He presses into you, so hard that you enter your apartment. He’s so fucking smooth, you can’t stand it. You try not to think about all the practice he’s had, probably before you were even a concept in your parents head. He closes the door with his back before spinning you around and pushing you against the wooden entrance. You grab his face, pulling away from him. Jack chases your lips, but when you turn away, he starts placing soft kisses on your neck instead. 

“I want you to know,” you say panting, “I never do this on the first date.”

He chuckles into you, “This is our third date.”

“What?” you say, breathless, because he’s kissing a tender spot right under your jaw that’s driving you crazy. 

“Those times I saw you at the coffee shop. Those were our first dates.” You know he’s just talking to make you feel better, but it’s definitely working. “Don’t worry about it, no judgement here.” 

“You got it, Doc.” Jack stills. You think you fucked it. You curse yourself for making the corny joke.

He removes himself from your neck. Standing back to his full height. You try to not make eye contact, but his eyes chase yours, forcing you to. “Do you know how fucking crazy it makes me when you call me that.”

“No,” you choke out. 

“I’ve never even been into that. Never cared. But the first time you called me that, I almost broke. I thought about it the rest of the day.”

“And the second time?” you quip, playing into his games.

He shakes his head, places his forehead on your chest, “Killing me, baby.”

You look down, and see how hard he is. His bulge is straining against his jeans. 

He stands up again, “What do you wanna do, huh? Wanna keep playing games, or you wanna let me get you off?” 

The bluntness of his statement– and eagerness– makes you feel like your heart has dropped to the bottom of your stomach. “The latter,”

“Say it,” he says.  You shift on your feet, look straight down into the carpet. “I’m not gonna do it until you say it.”

“I want you to get me off.”

“Yeah, you do.” He kisses you again, deep, and hard. Your tongues clash. “Bedroom?” he asks.

You push off the door and start leading him to the back corner of the apartment. You thank yourself for picking up all the outfit options that you previously had sprawled on the ground. 

You let yourself fall onto the bed, moving back until your head hits the headboard. Jack doesn’t miss a beat, he follows you all the way back, never removing his lips from yours. He settles his hips between yours, and you feel the bulge instead of seeing it. He softly grinds into you, just once, just to make sure you know how you’re making him feel. He has a hand gently resting on your throat, just to stabilize himself. You remove it and lead it down, you put it under the dress you had on. You knew you were soaked through, and this is how you were gonna show him what he was doing to you. 

He groans into your mouth, “I have to taste you.”

You nod eagerly, and he doesn’t ask for words this time, just settles himself onto his stomach. You move down on the bed so your head can rest on the pillows. He doesn’t bother taking off your dress, just bunches it above your hips. He stares for a second, taking in the wet spot on your panties. Your hand moves an inch, going to take them off, but Jack grabs your wrist, presses it into the bed. He leans in and puts his tongue flat on you, through your underwear. 

“Shit!” you squeak. Your ears ring. Fucking doctors, of course he’d be able to find the clit while you had underwear on, while everyone else you’ve been with, you’ve had to show them. 

He grunts into you. Like he’s going crazy himself. Finally, he taps your hips, signalling for you to lift them. Of course, you do. “Already so good at following orders.”

The dominance leaking from his voice sends a wave of arousal through you. You imagined he would want to be in charge in bed, but he was so confident about it. It wasn’t shit he learned from watching too much porn— fake dominance that’s played up for the video. It was natural, it was who he was. 

You can’t find words to answer him, you just keep following his orders, trying to make him proud.

“Y’sure you want this?” Jack triple checks. 

“Please,” you’re breathless, already fucked out just from kissing him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just places his tongue flat on your pussy, licking a long strip all the way to the top.

You moan, louder than your neighbors would prefer. Jack is so good at it, you go back to thinking you’re dreaming. It’s absurd how good it feels. He knows all the right spots to hit, all the places only you could ever find. But he found them, and he’s claiming them. You feel like you’re becoming his. He teases a digit at your entrance and you preen, giving him permission. He sinks it in and curls it. He sets a steady pace that falls in alignment with how vigorously he’s eating you out. 

You already feel yourself getting close. You’ve never come this fast before— ever. Not even when you were doing it yourself. You can’t believe Jack is gonna beat your personal best. 

“You’re close,” he says into you. The vibrations go all the way up from your pussy to your brain. 

“Yes, I don’t know how, but yes. Please, I wanna come.” you ramble.  

“Give it to me, I wanna see you fall apart, honey.” He adds a second finger and your back arches up off the mattress.

You squeeze your eyes closed so hard you see white instead of black. He works you all the way through your orgasm, “That’s it, good girl. Look at me.”

Your eyes shoot open. This man and his need for eye contact. He wants to see everything. He wants to read you. And he does. His brows furrow at your face. He looks down at your body. Still in that dress that drove him crazy when you opened the door. 

He’s still letting his fingers pump inside of you when you come back to Earth. He stills them and pulls them out. You whine a little, he shushes you.

He makes sure you’re watching when he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking off the juices he just got out of you. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

Your face goes hot, you try to look away but Jack’s too quick, again. It’s like he knows what you’re gonna do before you do it. He grabs your jaw. “Haven’t you figured out I wanna see you?”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“Then stop running.”

You huff out a breath. You lean up to kiss him again and he lets you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s hotter than you thought it could be. You’re under his spell. Hopefully he really likes you, because you think you might follow him around forever now. 

You give up being coy, “I need you. Please, I need you, Jack.”

“Okay, you’ve got me. Don’t worry, honey,” he says.

You sit up and pull your dress over your head, unclasping your bra after. Jack takes his shirt off too. You lay back down and let your legs fall open. He hesitates before taking off his pants. You can sense he’s nervous. He takes the jeans off, and you see it. He looks at you, like he expects you to run. Like he expects the worst.

“Please,” is all you say. And that’s all it takes. Jack takes off his boxers, and his cock slaps up onto his stomach. It’s so long, the tip hits right below his belly button. 

He climbs up onto the bed, your legs open wider for him. You throw Jack a condom from your bedside table and he puts it on quickly. He lines himself up, the tip kisses your entrance. Jack comes up to where your head is, pressing his forehead against yours. He breathes into the space between you for a second, then, he sinks in.

It’s deep, really deep. So fucking deep you can feel him in your stomach. He strokes so that he hits your g-spot, and he can tell he got it by the way you moan. It was more a sob, really He places his mouth on your nipple, slightly tugging with his teeth. He plays with it for a while before giving the other one the same attention. All while not breaking his pace. It felt so, fucking, good. 

“So good, it feels so good.” you decide to tell him, to talk. You wanted to hear his voice.

“You feel so good. You’re sucking me in, baby. God, this pussy is even better than I imagined.” His chain dangles in your face, and you think you might be getting hypnotized.

“You thought about this?” you ask, trying to conceal your need for praise.

“For the past week, I’ve fucking thought about sinking my cock into you. You’re so beautiful. You’re so funny, and smart. You’ve got it all, baby. You’ve fucking got it all.”

The words send you reeling, “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.”

“Me neither.” He grunts. 

His head falls into your neck. He places a deep kiss there, leans up to your ear. “Come around my cock, sweetheart.”

You weren’t one to disobey his orders. You come for the second time that night and Jack follows. He groans into you and lets his chin hit your shoulder. “Fuck,”

You both stay there like that for a while. Sweating, panting, coming down from the high of your life. 

“I’m gonna pull out, okay?” 

You nod, let him do whatever he wants. You’re so fucked out you don’t know if you can even open your eyes. 

He tosses the condom into the small trash bin beside your closet and grabs his boxers off the floor, putting them on before laying down beside you. 

You look over and smile at him. You can’t stop smiling actually, or giggling. 

Jack brushes your hair out of your face, “What’s so funny, hm?”

“That was so fucking good.” 

Jack laughs, loudly. The loudest you’ve heard his laugh yet. “Yeah, it was so fucking good.” 

You start to get shy, the highness of your orgasm wearing off, “I’d like to see you again, if you want.”

“Oh, honey. After that? You’re never getting rid of me.”

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 17 - just like the rest

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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"you aren't going to be able to ignore him forever y/n" sarah said to you softly.

"i can't face it. him"

sarah sighed, sitting down beside you on the bed. “i get it. i do. but you can’t hide from this forever.”

you swallowed hard, “i can’t face him, sarah.” your voice was barely above a whisper, "my last boyfriend cheated on me. that's why i came here. he hurt me so badly. he made me feel like it was my fault. that i wasn't good enough so he had to cheat on me. that's why this is so hard. i can't let this happen to me again."

sarah’s face fell, her heart breaking a little at your confession. she had known you were hurt before rafe, that you had things you didn’t like to talk about. but she hadn’t known this.

she reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “y/n… i’m so sorry.”

you blinked back tears, your chest tightening. “i thought rafe was different.” your voice cracked, “i let myself believe he wouldn’t hurt me. i didn't allow myself to be with anyone again after my ex. rafe is the first person since."

kie, who had been standing quietly by the door, finally spoke, her voice laced with anger. “this isn’t your fault, y/n. it wasn’t your fault then, and it’s not your fault now.”

“then why does it keep happening to me?” you looked between them, desperate for an answer, for something that would make this all hurt less. “what is so wrong with me that the people i love always leave?”

sarah and kie shared a look of sadness as kie sat down on the other side of you. "nothing is wrong with you y/n." kie started, wiping your tears. "it's them."

“i just don’t know how to move on from this.”

sarah pulled you into a hug, holding you like she could physically keep you together. “one step at a time, okay? and no matter what, we’re not letting you go through this alone."

"thank you guys."

"we love you." kie spoke, "and when you are ready to talk to rafe, we'll be here."

you didn't know what to believe. what to do. your mind was in shambles trying too figure out if you could trust rafe or not. part of you really believed he would never do this to you. he loved you. but the photo? and cara's messages?

rafe kept trying to call you, message you, anything to just reach out and get you to talk to him. you knew the only way to find an answer was to see him, but you couldn't even try facing him right now.

the photo was burned in your brain, seeing it every time you closed your eyes.

you weren’t sure what was more painful, rafe betraying you, or the fact that you still wanted to hear his voice, touch him, feel him near you.

but no matter how much you wanted him to be the exception, be the person that wouldn't hurt you,

he had already proven he was just like the rest.

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a/n: of course i had to make jj sassy🙄🙄

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[gay-dorito-dust]

hey author! how do you think the batboys would act if they had a best friends to lovers kinda of thing going on? like reader is their bro, their other half and then out of nowhere the batboys are like omg i love my best friend <3

Dick often made jokes in the past that it was only time before you two become the plot of a really bad romcom, two friends who pretty much did everything together, it was almost as if fate itself was trying to tell you something. A cliche friends to lovers trope just waiting to happen.

Now he couldn’t help but recognise the irony now as he holds his head in his hands, curse him and his loud fucking mouth for it always found its way to bite him in the ass sooner or later.

Dick didn’t mind falling in love, but to fall in love with your best friend after teasing about it happening for such a long time felt like karma for his teasing behaviour. He’s stuck trying to think of anything that didn’t remind him of you but unfortunately for Dick everything reminded him of you no matter where he looked, even his apartment was covered in things that you’ve left behind with no intention of taking back.

This has proven to be the perfect example of how much you’ve been overtaking his mind, slowly but surely before becoming all he could think of in his waking hours and his sleeping hours. It was driving him mad with how obvious his feelings must’ve been to the people closest to him.

You were all he knew in these moments and he was forced to be remained of his ever growing emotions with how he always seemed to be touching you in any capacity he could, his arm was often thrown over your shoulders in public or he’s holding you from behind as you stayed over at his place. He thrived off of your warmth and presence that it made going home to his place even more dull without you by his side to parent Hayley together, you’d make a great dog parent for all he was aware.

The signs were there and Dick was made to realise that he was the one who had fallen first out of the two of you, even though he wished it was you, and now all he could think was how he’d much rather have you live with him since you loved to leave your stuff at his place for convenience when you did spend the night. Hell you even cuddled together like a couple with you burying your head under his chin while he caged you against his chest with his arms as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Dick knew he’d have to make a move sooner or later before someone else swoops you up right in front of him.

Damian was having his own integral crisis once he realised that he wasn’t in fact ill and was infect feeling romantic feelings towards you.

He’s against it and heavily so that he would find himself putting distance between the two of you because of it as it wasn’t something he was ready to face.

It’s very much an ‘oh shit, oh god why?!’ Type of reaction and suddenly his walls are back up. Damian knows how dangerous it would be if you were either him, as if being friends with him already didn’t put a target on your back. Not only that but he was secretly scared of what these emotions could spell out for his future.

Would he be distracted in patrols and missions to come because his mind was fixated on you and your wellbeing?

Would he become sloppy in his fighting or would he become even more ruthless at the idea of something terrible happening to you under his watch?

Damian didn’t know and he wasn’t one to ask for help either so he would often retreat to his room and put his head in his hands and sigh. Emotions were more trouble than what they were worth and it often caused him frequent headaches in the process. Damian didn’t know what to do and so he could only hope that if he spend less time with you then the feelings would go away.

However owever this plan ultimately backfires on him as he finds himself missing your presence more then he’d ever admit at gunpoint, he’d even find himself drawing you how he saw you and he’s back to holding his head in his hands and groaning at how much of a bother these emotions were going to be.

He loves you but wasn’t willing to risk your safety by taking your friendship to the next level, but even if he ever did he’ll most likely have to teach you basic hand to hand combat to satiate his concern while he’s away from you. But until then he’d rather let the emotions die in his chest, no matter how much they burn him from the inside for he’s dealt with worse.

Jason would come to this realisation that he was in love with you when he found himself becoming more protective over you than normal. And I mean more than normal.

He’d be on patrol and the first person he looks out for is you, especially if your on an late shift at work, as he doesn’t trust Gotham in the slightest at night for that was when the city was at its upmost worst. He’s watching over you like a guardian angel, a rather violent guardian angel but only towards those who deserve such lethal and or permanent punishment from his gun.

He wants you to be safe on your journey home that sometimes after beating up some goons, he’s walking you home as red hood for extra protection before bidding you a goodnight. He doesn’t care how often he has to do it because he’ll gladly walk you home no matter what, your safety was Jason’s top priority and he knew he’d hate himself more then he already did should anything happen to you when he wasn’t nearby.

He knew he had fallen for you when he became softer and more affectionate towards you, whether that be holding you by the waist as he moved to grab a cup in the morning, kissing your temple as good morning greeting, holding your hand when he feels the need to distract himself by fiddling and intertwining your fingers together.

He even remember falling more for you when you reciprocated the touches with some of your own that lead to him falling into your arms, finding his much needed solace there as he realises just how much he wanted this to be a reality you both share together, a reality where you’d lie in bed tougher and wake the other up with kisses and sweet whispers of love and adoration you had for one another.

His apartment that felt cold and dead was more alight and filled with life when you came in through the door, decorating it with trinkets and other gifts that you bestowed upon him, but what made his apparent more alive and warm to Jason and that was you with your presence and Jason didn’t know how he’d manage to live his entire life without you being his rock and his reason for everything.

So needless to say that Jason felt as though that if he’d loose you he would be a man without a cause, a man without an anchor who could aways bring him back form the brink, he knew damn well that how he treated himself now would be nothing in comparison to how he would treat himself if you left his life.

Jason needed you like he needed air to breathe, how he was going to confess he wasn’t certain but he had a thing or two in mind.

[houseofblve]

hi gorj can we have an angel one shot about what went on at the double date and maybe bits where reader realizes rafe is having fun🙏🏽

𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚝.2

𝗒/𝗇, 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗃𝗃, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

rafe loved y/n—he loved her more than words could say. but right now? he was questioning every single decision he'd ever made.

he'd hung out with y/n and her friends before, though never exactly by choice, but this time felt different. it wasn’t just another big group hangout—it was a double date. with jj and pope.

"we're going to have so much fun," y/n grinned as she slipped into the outfit she’d picked out.

rafe dramatically flopped back on the bed, grabbing y/n's cat, miso, and sitting her on his chest. "fun? i can think of a thousand things i'd rather do than this."

"don’t act like you’re not excited."

"i’m not acting," he groaned. "i think i’d rather kill myself."

y/n rolled her eyes as she finished getting ready. "you're so dramatic. come on, let’s go."

rafe let out an exaggerated sigh, reluctantly setting miso down before sitting up. "where are we even going?"

"bowling, of course."

rafe groaned once more. "fucking bowling? really? are we freshmen in high school?"

"quit being a little bitch and get up," she said, pulling him off the bed and playfully slapping his ass to hurry him out the door. he was already wishing the night was over.

"strike, baby, woo!" jj cheered, watching all the pins crash down.

"how?! literally, how?!" y/n grumbled.

rafe grabbed a ball, walked up to the lane, and rolled it, knocking down all the pins.

"fuck yeah!" he shouted, barely containing his excitement as jj groaned.

"good job, baby! we're doing so good," y/n cheered, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"we? i think you mean me," rafe teased, smiling at the kiss.

"yeah, rafe and i are carrying you two," jj chimed in.

"in my defense, i’ve made it very clear that athletics are not my thing," pope said, rolling his ball... straight into the gutter. "how the fuck does this always happen?"

y/n winked. "let me show you how it’s done, pope," she said confidently, rolling her ball—only for it to fall into the gutter, too. "goddamn it."

"jesus fucking christ, you two are awful," rafe said, jj nodding in agreement.

y/n plopped down next to rafe, a huge grin on her face. "you're having fun," she whispered teasingly.

rafe scoffed, looking away. "no, i’m not."

"yes, you are. you’re totally enjoying yourself."

rafe knew she was right, but he'd never admit it. there was nothing worse than being proven wrong. "i'm just into the game."

"oh, please," she rolled her eyes, nudging him with her shoulder. she knew him too well to miss the truth.

by the end of the night, rafe and y/n had won, and y/n spent the whole way home bragging about it to jj and pope, who insisted that rafe had done all the heavy lifting. rafe chuckled, chiming in with them and agreeing.

y/n gasped. "why are you all ganging up on me? i’m literally just a girl."

rafe pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "it’s okay, baby. we wouldn’t have won without your ten points. it was still more than pope’s score."

"oh, fuck you," pope rolled his eyes.

when they got back to the apartment, y/n and rafe went to her room. rafe collapsed on the bed, dramatically flopping onto his back. "so fucking tired," he murmured, closing his eyes.

y/n grinned, climbing on top of him. "so tired because you had so much fun."

"if i admit that i had fun, will you stop harassing me?"

she nodded eagerly. "promise."

he sighed and hesitated before finally saying, "okay, fine. i did have a little fun. but you better not tell anyone i said that."

"i would never," she grinned, already pulling out her phone to text the girls.

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a/n: i love requests like this! i’ll take as many as everyone throws at me

[emswritingsstuff]

Home at Last (Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader)

another request from @caseylicious !! i love your daryl ideas so much!! hope you enjoy!! 🫶🫶

Summary: After being left on the roof with Merle, you're separated from Daryl.

WC: 2.7k

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“Merle was a danger to himself and everyone else, your husband did the right thing.” Andrea looked over at Lori, she just looked up at Rick and nodded, still looking unsure about the whole situation. “What about (Y/N)? I mean she definitely doesn’t deserve to be left with him.” Dale inquired. Glenn shook his head and held it in his hands, just dreading the conversation they were going to have with Daryl. “It's not our fault she wanted to stay; she wasn’t listening to us. What more could we have done,” Rick said matter of factly. Head nods and sighs were a sign of mutual agreement with Rick. They all knew you, but they also knew Daryl. 

It was clear to everyone that you and the Dixons were a package deal. Daryl and you were together for a while before everything had started. Making Merle practically your brother at that point, meaning you weren’t just going to sit around and let a random cop handcuff him. You did agree Merle was out of line but keeping him tied down the roof was not the move. Determined to make them let him go, you stayed with him. Without a second thought too. But that plan failed, as they did actually leave you. Ironically, without a second thought. But they all knew once the news got to Daryl, Hell would certainly break loose within the camp. 

The morning sun casted over the camp, everyone doing the daily routine with their chores. Shane had just brought in the water when screams were heard, the children screamed. Everyone ran to action seeing a walker had made its way onto the camp, eating a deer with a bunch of arrows in it. After disabling the walker, rustling was heard in the bushes, all of them breathing in sighs of relief when it was revealed to be Daryl. But the sighs of relief turned into stressful breathing when they realized what they were about to have to explain to him. 

Daryl was ranting on about the loss of venison, shooting the brain, and whatever else as he marched his way back into the camp. Everyone was keeping their distance from him, not wanting to get too close in case he exploded. Daryl had started yelling for you and Merle, completely unaware of what he was about to find out. 

“Daryl, I need to talk to you about them,” Shane spoke. Daryl looked at Shane with a questionable look, not so sure about what Shane was about to tell him. “Something happened on the run-” 

“They dead?” Daryl looked more tense now, ready to take his anger out on whoever got you both killed. The more Shane and Rick spoke, the more angry Daryl grew. FInding out they had stupidly left you both there threw him off the tiny edge he was standing on. 

“Lemme process this, ya handcuffed my brother to a roof? And left him and my girl there?” The anger was obvious, he was pacing around Rick. Nothing could be said in that moment to make him feel better. 

“If it makes anything better, I chained the door shut so geeks couldn’t get them,” point proven right there. Right as Daryl went to throw a punch, Shane put him in a headlock, pinning him to the ground. “Chokeholds illegal,” he mumbled as he caught his breath still in the group. Rick crouched down to Daryl’s level and told him how it is. That it just had to happen in order for the group to be saved, but he wasn’t buying it. 

Just like how they knew how much he meant to you, they knew how much you meant to him. You were the rational part of him, the part of him that kept him level headed, the part of him they all missed right now. But it was their fault you were gone, at least to him. He had started to break down, just enough to where it was noticeable. 

Rick had made the plan to go out with Daryl and Glenn to retrieve you and Merle, but also the guns. T-Dog soon made the choice to tag along as well. Though, Daryl knew everyone just wanted the guns and could give less of shit about the people he cared about. A nervous gut feeling hit Daryl, he didn’t want to show it, but he was scared shitless. If neither of you were there, he didn’t know what he would do. 

Daryl was getting antsy with Rick and T-Dog taking their sweet ass time getting into the truck. He was pacing again, nervous habit, just needed to see you were okay. Merle could defend himself, he knew that. You could as well, he taught you to, but he couldn’t let go of you no matter what. His leg was bouncing like crazy, the eventual drive feeling like it was taking forever. T-Dog looked at Daryl, just watching him. The tension was high, and he wanted to try and ease the air. 

“So, you and (Y/N), how’d that happen,” Daryl shot him a glare. T-Dog looked away, regretting what he had said instantly. Bringing his rag to his face, Daryl wiped it off and proceeded to speak. “None of yer business, just needa know you messed up leavin’ her there,” Daryl's eyes darted down at his hands not even wanting to engage in anymore conversations. 

Once finally getting to the department store, Daryl hauled his ass through it. Getting to the roof faster than everybody else. Getting the door open, the bright light threw him off. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he was devastated. It was empty.

Blood was all over the floor, Merle’s hand was on the ground and both of you were nowhere to be seen. The only thing of yours left behind being a necklace, intentionally placed where it would be seen. It was a sign that you were alive, but also a sign you were gone. Like you wanted to leave something of you for him. He lost you, he fucking lost you. 

Ever since that day on the rooftop, he swore to himself that he would look for you. No matter what, he looked. Tracking anything he could, any sign of you, just anything. The group had tried to convince him you were gone, to make him stop risking himself out there. Which never worked, he didn’t believe for a second you were dead. When on the road after the farm, he still looked. Going into the woods constantly, claiming to hunt, but in reality just putting up a front so he wouldn’t get chewed out for still looking for you. 

Daryl didn’t want to admit it. He really didn’t want to admit it, but he was starting to lose faith in ever finding you again. As the days went on, the tracks were growing cold. The faith he had rapidly dying with it. “She’ll turn up, she’s like you,” looking beside him, Glenn had snuck up on him. He didn’t blame Glenn for the rooftop, Hell, he couldn’t blame anyone for it. Daryl just shook his head and put it down. Glenn spoke up again, just trying to make him feel better. 

“She’s stubborn, should’ve seen her that day. Thought she was going to kill Rick herself for Merle.” Glenn giggled to himself, Daryl just huffing. Not an angry huff though, it was something more lighthearted. The idea of you defending Merle was amusing. “Her ass was probably more pissed at Merle than anythin’” Daryl had gotten used to thinking back on memories with you. Merle and you had never gotten along, ironically it's what he liked about you. Never scared to put him in his place. In return, Merle gave Daryl his approval about you, which was really unneeded in Daryl’s opinion. 

Unfortunately for him, once the group got to the prison so much was happening that he didn’t have time to look. He felt horrible about it, surely feeling like the biggest piece of shit to walk the earth. Everything that had happened became a blur, trying to keep the prison up, the multiple losses, the birth of Judith, just so much going on he could barely keep track. The thing that brought him back to reality was the ambush on Woodbury, and the reunion with his brother. 

But still no you, still nothing. He had to hold back the tears the minute he found out Merle hadn’t seen you in ages. Apparently you had run off when you Merle got with the Governor. When the brothers branched off from the main group, Daryl was silent. Part of him was mad at Merle for letting you go, but the other part was dealing with the fact you were gone. Probably for good. 

Walking through the woods, Merle was talking his ass off. Just saying shit and Daryl couldn’t care to listen to any of it. “Lighten’ up brother! The Dixons are back!” He roughly pat Daryl on the back. Daryl was quick to grumble and shrug off Merle's sorry attempt at making a joke. “Now, what's wrong Darlina? Gotten soft?” Daryl stopped and let Merle keep on walking. It took a minute for Merle to realize he stopped, which made him stop too and look back at his brother. 

“Why’d ya let her go.” Daryl's words were harsh but quiet. Just enough to wipe the smirk off Merle’s face. Stepping up to Daryl, Merle was trying to intimidate him. But Daryl wasn’t going to budge, he was never going to let himself do that. Not with Merle. “I didn’t let her go, the bitch got scared. Didn’t trust the Governor, chose to fend for herself. Like the dumbass she is,” Merle was quickly cut off with a swift punch in his face. Getting knocked on his ass by Daryl. 

He crouched down to Merle’s level and got in his face. “Speak about ‘er like tha’ again, I’ll kill ya next time.” Daryl jerked forward to imitate a punch which caused Merle to flinch. Scoffing, Daryl moved forward through the woods. Just those few interactions made him realize staying with Merle was a mistake, he needed to get back to the family that cared about him and that he cared about. 

It had felt like ages since they had seen anything other than the woods, when it was actually a few hours. When Daryl had spotted a small shed, he was grateful. Maybe there was something in there that could be useful. Daryl whistled to get Merle’s attention and make him see what he saw. Inching closer and closer to the shed door, crossbow at the ready but no finger on the trigger. If something was in there he could act quickly, but he didn’t want to be irrational. 

Throwing open the door, there was nothing there. Putting down the bow, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked some more. There were signs of life but nothing that alarmed him. Water bottles were scattered around, some still filled. Jackpot. Snatching them up Daryl put them with their other belongings. If the person living there showed up, he’d give them back no problem. But finders keepers for now. 

The brothers decided mutually that they were going to camp for the night in that spot, just creating a small campfire outside the shed before turning in. The night dragged on, heavy tension filled air filled the brothers atmosphere. Merle had walked off to look for “food”, leaving Daryl by himself. Just him and his thoughts. He had found himself sitting around the fire just staring at it. The memories came flooding back to him, he just missed you so much. He hates himself for not continuing to look for you. He’ll never forgive himself for giving up, but more could he really do. 

As if the universe was giving him a sign, he heard twigs snap in the distance. His head snapped in the direction of the sound, instantly on edge about the whole ordeal. Standing up slowly he equipped his crossbow but before he could raise it up, an arm wrapped around his neck bringing him down. This wasn’t a walker, this was a person. And a pretty strong one at that. 

Making quick work of getting out of the chokehold he separated himself and the attacker in question. A bandanna was wrapped around their face to cover it, they were wearing a heavy jacket with a hood up. Daryl could barely make out who this person even was, which made it all the more weird when the attacker said his name. Quietly of course, but he heard it. Trying to figure out what was happening he was lost in his thoughts. He never even saw the attacker charge at him again. 

Standing his ground he fought them off as best as he could, just trying to figure out how this person knew who he was. Pushing down harshly, the attacker fell on their back almost knocked out. Daryl took this as his moment to get rid of the disguise the attacker had on, and almost broke when he took the bandanna off. 

It was you, it was really you. He could barely believe it himself. 

Daryl stepped backwards and fell to his knees. Hurting you was something he never once wanted to do, and he just did that. He was defending himself, sure, and you attacked him. Guilt started to weigh on him, causing him to go crazy a bit. The whole situation didn’t feel real, which was a shared feeling. You weren’t in your right state of mind, he knew that. But Daryl was focused on the tears and the emotions he was feeling that he didn’t notice you get up and pounce on him again, successfully pinning him to the ground.

He was trying to explain himself, trying so hard to make you see reality. It surprised him how strong you had gotten after all this time, fighting so hard against your strength. “You’re not real. If you were, you would’ve found me sooner,” you said holding a knife up to his throat. Having him in such a bad position. Daryl acted quick and knocked the knife out of your hands and flipped you over so that he was now holding you down. His strong arm was across your chest and his legs held down yours. 

Tears streamed down his face as you thrashed against him, begging to be let go. Daryl could barely speak, hating to see you like this and him being the reason for it. “I tried, I looked everyday, I never wanted to give up. Please, it’s me.” Daryl’s head fell with his hair covering his face. A few more hits flew from you, definitely going to leave marks, but did not care. He needed you back. 

Surprisingly for him, the thrashing stopped. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fake out, he didn’t look up. But once he did look, he saw your face was softened. Moving his arm off your chest, he freed you a bit. Still weary on if you were in a better space or not. Your arm snaked up from your side where it was held down, taking the necklace Daryl had on in your hands.

“It's my necklace. It is you. You looked for me..” Your voice was breaking and soft, like the regret had set in. He had always kept the necklace tucked under his shirt so it wouldn’t get caught on anything and risk losing it, must've slipped out during the fight. Wiping his face, Daryl looked in your eyes, “Course I looked, never wanted to lose ya.” He eased up and stood up off of you, helping you up in the process. The minute you were up and stable, his strong arms were around you, this time in a loving embrace. 

Tears were falling like they never had before, the both of you just living in the moment in each other's arms. “They left me,” you silently whispered, voice breaking even more., Daryl just shushed you softly and put his hand in your hair. “I know, but now I got ya. Never leavin’ ya again.”

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btw if anyone has s1-s2 daryl request pls, send them i love him

[astralis-ortus]

you are my sunshine

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.

w.count → 0.6k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → just watching chan (chris) being a parent :> a.n → something light because brain.exe couldn't handle words atm :> also, would you believe me if i said the actual idea behind this was this specific tiktok... lolㅠ ⋆ see masterlist

growing up, you were always sure you didn’t want to have any kids. you have your reasons, but ultimately, you’re scared you couldn’t be the kind of parents you wanted to be and you don’t want another soul to have to bear those sort of consequences after your inability to be one. you should be the one carrying them, even if it meant people will judge you for it.

being together with chris, however, had changed your mind.

no, not because he coaxed you into wanting one or anything like that—you knew he wanted to have kids, but he wasn’t even bothered when you told him about the matter when the topic of marriage came up. but then, whenever you see him doing even the most mundane of things... you just knew you’d be just fine raising a child together with him.

chris would be very hands on as soon as your baby arrives. he knows the best temperature for the baby formula, he knows how to wash and sterilize the baby bottle, he knows how to change your baby’s diaper—heavens, sometimes you even wondered if chris was a walking encyclopedia for any baby related matters.

chris would also be the one taking care of your baby throughout the night. ‘i’m already up anyway, you deserve the night’s sleep’ he reasoned, and being a man of his words, you would actually sleep through the night as chris would go as far as setting a bassinet in his home studio to make sure he’d be able to keep an eye on your baby while he works.

as your child grew up, chris would make sure to attend as many of the parents-teacher meeting as he possibly could. he knew the nature of his work would cause him to be away for quite a period of time when he had to, but when he could, he would even collude with your kid to ask you to let their dad be the one to take part for the next meeting. he just loved to be present when he could, and you could see it through the way he laugh with your kid.

your child’s puberty hits chris the hardest—your kid did not grow distant in any kind, they still look for their parents a lot, but for chris who used to be attached to your kid like a stamp on an envelope, letting your kid learn how to slowly become their own person felt like he’s slowly losing the little sunshine who used to only look for him. chris knew it’s going to happen eventually, but for the time being, he’ll keep himself busy with the tons of pictures and videos he took when his baby was younger.

another big wave of blue hits when chris had to send off your now young adult child to college. chris wouldn’t let you nor your child see, but you know the tears his studio had seen after you two had gone home from the airport, mere hours after your child flew thousands of miles away to chase after their dreams. despite the amount of calls and texts your family groupchat exchanged, it wasn’t the same without your child being home.

lastly, chris would finally let his tears be known when he had to let his little sunshine start off their own little family. the realization that the little baby who once fits in his arms is now ready to become a parent themselves were proven a little too overwhelming for chris—but everyone understood. everyone saw the mountain that is chris’ love for his child, and they understood.

not to worry, though—because now whenever your child visits with their own little bean,

chris had found himself another sunshine to take care of.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hi I see your requests are open (btw love ur blog) could I possibly request Rook, Idia, Azul, and Floyd falling for the “my boyfriend left you can come over” text prank? Pls pls pls 🥺

Azul Ashengrotto:

Not that it’s a great prank to play on anyone, but Azul who is already riddled with trust issues would especially not appreciate it. He doesn’t address it immediately but it’s due to his internal panic over the situation, thinking you wouldn’t be so stupid as to text him something meant for another person and that if you had, you would’ve tried to cover for yourself at least. But there’s always a part of his brain that’s ready for disaster, that activates the second something potentially devastating lined itself up to happen and it completely throws Azul off his normal logical conclusions. You do notice he’s a little more emotional than normal, getting snippy with you and refusing to look at you; it doesn’t get better when you tell him it was just a prank, wondering why you had entirely ruined his day just to get a laugh.

Idia Shroud:

Can one person be double cursed? Because Idia felt double cursed. He stared at the text, trying to pick it apart, analyze different meanings, figure out what you were trying to actually say but was instead autocorrected to this extremely unsettling text. His logic skill wasn’t high enough to figure out this minigame and he almost texted you to ask what you meant but paused, realizing his social skill wasn’t high enough for him to send one out about the topic of you potentially cheating on him. He would normally torture newbies online to get out his feelings but he doesn’t feel like doing much of anything, sitting with his knees brought up to his chest and lamenting his inability to recognize that your relationship points had fallen so low. There’s relief that comes with knowing it was just a prank, proven by Ortho doing a quick internet search, but you see the tiniest tinge of red flutter through his hair even as he tells you he’s fine.

Floyd Leech:

Floyd had never whipped around so quick in his entire life, kicking the door to your room in and glaring at you with a knowing look. You’re unable to stop your giggling though some of it might be from nerves, as dealing with a grumpy eel was never the most fun. He whined at you for trying to play a mean trick on him, asking if you wanted to be squeezed that bad; you knew exactly what he was like when he was jealous and you couldn’t help but want to see a little more. There weren’t many people stupid enough to flirt with you when they knew who you were dating so you had to make your own fun, but having Floyd wrapped around you and refusing to leave your side until this potential ‘other person’ showed up was making you think twice about any future pranks.

Rook Hunt:

Rook doesn’t fall for it. He knows you’re just teasing in your normal playful way, trying to pull a reaction out of him which made him chuckle. You kept his daily life interesting so he couldn’t take your little prank personally, but he knew you inside and out. He would hold your face with his hand, delicately caressing your skin as he talked about your scent, one that he had memorized as he held you close each night. The only man he had ever smelled on you was himself, and since he didn’t pick up on anything unfamiliar, he concluded right in front of you that you couldn’t possibly be cheating on him. He pressed his nose into your neck, whispering against your skin that if you didn’t want him to go you just had to say as such.  

[maxsimagination]

can you write something for leah williamson

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 - 𝙡.𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙣

summary: yn gets jealous of how close katie and leah are

-> apologies katie you’re the sacrificial lamb for this fic ✋🏻

-> !! strap use, fingering, nipple play !!

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𝗜'𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 jealous person.

apparently that all changed last week.

the conti cup final was just around the corner and everyone was working hard at training. we just so happened to go up against chelsea, and if i’m being honest i was shit scared.

the last time we played the blues during the season, it was a brutal loss.

i knew that leah was vice captain, and that she loved all our teammates, and that she was close with most of them. but i just couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy as i watched her play around with katie. i also knew that katie had a girlfriend, caitlin, whom she loved dearly. but something wasn’t sitting right with me that day.

i didn’t say anything, choosing to let it go and give leah the benefit of the doubt even though there was nothing for me to doubt.

everything was fine for a solid week, then we played against chelsea for the final. the nerves of the previous games between the two sides and the buzz of excitement that came with every match final was simmering in the change room as everyone got ready.

we were ready to take them down.

and thank god we did.

1-0 was a tight score but we did it nonetheless, stina our hero.

as leah and kim picked up the trophy and ran it over to celebrated with us all, i could feel that unsettling urge in my gut again.

watching the whole team each congratulate leah, but most of all watching katie jump on her, something snapped. again, i didn’t do anything, i was on the pitch and in public which didn’t give me any leeway. but when we finally, almost an hour and a half later, got home, i was grumpy and leah knew it.

“yn, i know something’s wrong, what’s up?”

“i’m fine.” i was not fine.

“no, tell me.”

she spun me around too face her just as i tried to walk away.

“you. and katie. i don’t like it.”

it took leah a second to figure out what i meant, but when she did, a devilish grin spread on her face.

“aw, baby, are you jealous?”

i could feel my cheeks go read at her words.

“no.”

“i think you are. there’s nothing going on between me and katie. promise.”

i was quiet for a moment, i knew that leah wouldn’t ever do anything like cheating on me. she must’ve sensed my hesitation, speaking up before i could.

“i’ll prove it to you.”

she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her to our bedroom. i had a small inkling that i knew where this was going, and i was proven right when leah pinned me against the wall as soon as we walked in.

she pressed her lips onto mine, practically devouring my mouth before breaking apart for some air.

“you can do whatever you want to me tonight, love.”

that caught my attention, leah was normally the one that took control.

“anything?”

“anything.”

i led her over to the bed, leaving her to strip while i went and rummaged in the toy drawer i knew leah had in her closet.

i found what i needed and set it aside on the bedside table.

leah was already on our bed, butt naked and kneeling for me. that sight alone made me clench, i could feel the wetness start to pool in my core. i took off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in just my underwear, no bra.

i could feel leah’s eyes on me, and the desire was swirling in her brown orbs.

i climbed up into the bed, face to face with her, pressing my lips back onto hers. she kissed hard, and soon it was a full blown make out session. my hands found their way to her chest, teasing her peaked nipples.

her hands found my hips, pulling me closer. i lightly pinched on of her breasts, i was in charge tonight and i intended to take advantage of that.

my hands travelled further downwards, below her hips and dipping into her folds, which were soaked. my thumb lightly rubbed circles on her clit as one of my fingers pushed into her hole.

she groaned into our ongoing kiss, to which i slowly added another finger.

soon i was pushing in and out of her, slowly working her up to an orgasm. she was close, i could tell, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts and moaning into my mouth.

“yn-”

her voice was high when we broke apart.

“cum for me, lee.”

she let out a high-pitched sigh just as she came, clenching hard around my fingers.

“so good for me.”

i pulled my fingers out slowly, licking her arousal off of them with a grin. leah was blushing at my actions, something that gave me immense joy.

i slipped off the bed, walking around to the bedside table. i pulled down my underwear, now naked, and secured the harness on my hips. i turned back to face leah, and watched as her face grew shocked. i was wearing a brand new strap, a bit longer and girthier than the others we had.

“where did that come from?”

“i bought it. wanted to use it on you.”

my voice was quiet at the last sentence, a guilty pleasure of mine, you could say.

i walked back over to leah, getting back onto the bed but pushing her onto her back.

“your okay with doing this?”

i checked before we went further, i knew she’d be okay but felt the need to check.

“please, yn.”

her words made me grin. i did as she wanted, pushing the tip of the strap against her entrance, and watching as her face contorted into a million different emotions.

i slowly pushed in further, watching for any signs of discomfort. i bottomed out, the hilt of the strap pressed up against leah’s pussy.

“i’m okay, you can move, love.”

“let me know if you need to stop please, lee.”

she nodded and squeezed her eyes shut in what looked like pleasure as i started thrusting into her. my pace was slow at first but i picked it up as i felt her hole loosen.

i had one hand resting on her hip as my other hand went down to her clit, rubbing little circles on the nub. watching leah take me like this was the best thing i’d seen ever, it had me all worked up without her even touching me.

soon i was pounding into her, wet slapping noises emanating from my pace.

“yn, i’m close, please let me cum.”

“cum for me, lee. be a good girl and cum for me.”

my words must’ve been the thing that pushed her over, she let out a loud moan and gripped the sheets tightly as her pussy spasmed around my strap.

i slowed my thrusts down and slowly pulled out, unclipping the harness and discarding it on the bedside table.

“well done, lee. so good for me.”

she let out a content sigh, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

“i really need to make you jealous more often because that was amazing.”

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Insecurity

Summary: you finally address the elephant in your and Lucifer's relationship, his ring.

!!!Proofread but I was half awake when doing so!!!

Both you and Lucifer were a match made in heaven, or more literally hell. Lucifer had proven his love for you time and time again. You made sure to do the same. For the past few years, both of you proved to be perfect for the other. But there was one thing that kept making you doubt.

The gold ring he’s had on his finger for centuries.

You get it- you really do! Being married to someone for so long, having a kid with them, then them ditching you not even leaving behind a note, that is not easy to get over. And you are not going to force him to take it off.

 But it did hurt. It hurt to feel it every time you held hands. A painful reminder of his past lover that he wasn’t ready to let go of despite being with you. You didn’t want to hide your feelings from him but you also didn’t feel it was your place. You didn’t want to ruin your relationship, but keeping your feelings a secret was getting harder and harder. 

“Hey, darling, can we talk… like in private? In my room.” Lucifer suddenly asked you one day.

“Oh, sorry Luci, but I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Huh? What- Oh! Oh no no no no! That’s not what I meant. I want to talk-talk” He clarified. 

“Oh okay then.” You hopped off the couch that you were sitting on. You followed him to his room. 

The king cleared his throat before talking, “What's been bugging you these past few days?” 

You faltered, “Nothing.” As Lucifer cocked his eyebrow you knew that the lie wasn’t going to fool him, not that it ever had a slight chance of working. You bite the top layer of skin on your lip. 

“Listen, I'm not going to try to make you do anything… But your ring. From Lilith, just I don’t know- worries me? Like if she came back would you break up with me without a second thought? Do you love her more than me?” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could think. Tears fell down your face as you talked.

Lucifer just looked at you. Fuck fuck fuck. You turned around and left. You shut yourself in your room and just stared at the wall, going over everything, everything you could have done differently. 

The next day Lucifer nervously talks to you. You sort of wished he’d just magically forget your guy's talk.

“I’m sorry.” That wasn’t what you were expecting, “I’m not past Lilith… I don’t know if I ever fully will be. But please don’t doubt my love. I would never pick her over you. She’s hurt me, hurt Charlie. I love you now.” He inhaled “want to do better for both of us.” He presented his hand, the ring still on his finger, “I don’t think I can do it, will you?”

You froze for a second before pulling the ring off, it gave a bit of resistance, a testament to how long it was there. You hugged Lucifer. This wasn’t going to fix everything, like he said he might never fully move past Lilith, but it's a start.

[empress-ghoul]

Rising Waters, part six

141 x witch!reader | old gods of appalachia au cw: supernatural elements, mentions of religion, monsters (kind of), implied/referenced stalking, obsessive behavior

You could feel it in your bones, that awful itch that screamed at you to banish whatever had come onto the property. From where you laid, bound in chains, you were helpless. A sitting duck, a rabbit in a snare, waiting for the hunter to come and bleed you dry.

Price had been the only one to show you some semblance of kindness after the...unpleasantness of the day prior. He seemed to be the voice of reason. But the idea of calling his name like a damsel in distress grated against your nerves and your precious pride.

Still, you had little choice in what else to do, because whatever had passed over the wards was getting closer and did not have good intentions.

You took a breath, bottling your ego. “Price!”

There wasn’t much urgency in your voice, as you made yourself sound meeker than necessary. Demure was the word your mama would have used. You just hoped he came to your call.

The sound of boots against the creaking floors had hope blooming in your chest. It vanished when Soap opened the door, now wearing a white tank top that looked ready to burst at the seams.

“He’s busy,” Soap stated.

You could smell the cigar smoke that said otherwise, but you kept nice — demure.

"I need let up,” you said softly, your lashes fluttering in a rather pathetic attempt to persuade him. "Something’s wrong with the wards.”

Soap smirked, bearing slightly-too-sharp canines, and you knew he'd be no help. The crucifix around his neck that glinted in the low light explained why. This was why you wanted Price. Gaz had proven he would never believe you, Ghost would probably stuff a gag down your throat to shut you up, and Soap was Catholic. He would probably burn you at the stake if given the chance.

Your daddy had dragged you and mama to church on occasion — Christmas and Easter, specifically, as if that would atone for his sins — but it was not the kind of church Soap most likely attended. You understood that the pastor of your mountain church that had baptized you in a river and let rattlesnakes crawl all over him was not the same as Soap’s priest in his fancy church.

But you knew the Bible. You even used it for spells and such. Maybe that could help your case? Probably not.

“Please.” You hated begging. You were better than that. “Something is outside.”

Soap tilted his head at that. “What is it?”

He wasn't concerned or rushed, merely curious.

"I don't know,” you sighed. "Let me up and I can go—“ Soap scoffed. “—look out a window.”

The last bit was said through gritted teeth, frustration and fraying nerves simmering beneath the falling mask of sweetness.

Soap, for his part, seemed at least intrigued, almost convinced yet still taking his time. The sound of heavy footfalls drew his attention away and his head turned away to look at whoever stood just next to the doorway.

“Bonnie says there’s something’ outside,” Soap explained.

You could hear Price hum and your heart began beating a bit faster.

“That right, love?” Price peaked his head in.

Desperation was dripping down your face and beading your brow.

“Please,” you begged. “It’s getting closer.”

You hated begging, but you hated it even more when Price came next to the bed and put a hand on your cheek. Was it to comfort you? Calm you down? You weren't sure, but the coolness felt incredible on your flushed skin. For both the chill and persuasion, you keened into his hand and looked up at him through your fluttering eyelashes.

“It’s getting closer,” you whispered.

He watched for a minute. A few precious moments in which the thing got closer and that itch got worse.

Your body was shaking with anticipation when he finally pulled the key from his pocket. Soap watched, clearly surprised and probably thinking that you had bewitched his captain somehow. You tried to rush to the door when the chains came off, but Price caught your elbow, This would be done military style.

Nothing was spotted from the back or sides, but from the front window, you could all see a man walking up the gravel path.

“You know him?” you asked.

You already knew the answer was yes, since Soap was practically growling, ready to pounce like a dog on prey.

“‘Course we do,” Price huffed. “Meet the second half of the name: Phillip Graves.”

You’d heard of the man, of course, the right hand and enforcer of the company, but seeing him up close was…unsettling. He wore a dark suit and long coat, similar to what Price and them had been wearing the other night. Except Graves’ clothes didn’t seem to fit him quite right. It was too big in some places and too small in others. That was probably why he wore a bigass coat in the early fall heat.

That, and to hide the darkness writhing beneath his skin.

You reach for the knob but Ghost caught your wrist.

“Not happening,” he warned.

“I need to banish him,” you whispered, as if Graves could hear you. “He’s already gotten too close.”

"Let her go, Price said, sounding almost confident in you.

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz gawked at Price.

"What if she runs?” Gaz asked.

Price looked at you, clearly holding back a smirk. “She won't."

You hated that he was right.

Ghost stood by the window with a rifle, hidden the curtain and with Soap at his side. Gaz stood by the door, and Price simply watched.

The air was heavy, charged, feeling similar to how it was just before the storm. You took a breath before going outside, just as Graves approached the porch.

He looked up and gave what looked like a painful and rather forced smile.

“Hello ma’am.” His voice was southern, Texan, but had an odd pull behind it, almost like a record player on its last legs or a fiddle with strings pulled taut. “My name is Phillip Graves and I’m a representative of Shepherd & Graves Mining Combine. “I am looking for four men. They haven’t come by here have they?”

Relief, then confusion flooded your senses. Did he not know who you were? Obviously, it was good that he didn’t, but how did he not know that you were the woman he and his business partner wanted dead?

"Can't say I have,” you sighed. "Don't get many visitors out here, and with that storm a few days ago…” You winced sympathetically. “I would guess they’re with the angels now.”

Graves looked around as he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief, surveying the land. You knew, all at once, that he did not recognize you but did know that the four men he was looking for were in the house.

Graves finally turned back around, now with somehow even more sweat on his brow. It trickled down past his temples and soaked into his collar. Even from where you stood, you could see his damp eyebrows and sweat-slicked hair.

"You mind if I come inside?” he asked, getting closer. “It is mighty hot out here.”

Phillip Graves put one foot on the bottom step.

"No,” you stated, and the wards began to shimmer and thrum as he dropped the act, his eyes narrowing and smile turning into something akin to a snarl. “You are not welcome here. I close my—“

A gunshot rang out and Graves exploded into a mess of black ichor. It sprayed across the yard and onto the porch steps, looking similar to the black bile Soap had thrown up the day prior. Only this began to writhe and scream now that it was under the sunlight. The pieces moved like worms to desperately get back into one once more. It squelched and screeched, twisting itself into a horde before darting into the woods, now a black undulating mass that would terrorize the wildlife before finding its way beneath the mountain again.

Soap tried to go after it, but was held back by Ghost, who seemed to know that the thing couldn’t be killed.

As you stood on the porch, staring at where the swarm had gone, you thought of running.

Despite what just happened you still weighed your options. You could stay or take your chances and attempt to run back your—

Shit. You still had nothing to run back to. All running would do now is make them angry and put you without protection. You needed to to get rid of them.

They were all staring at you when you turned around. None of them looked particularly impressed or even surprised by what happened, least of all Price, who you had looked to first.

“A thank you’d be nice,” you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

Price looked around then offered a small nod. “Sure.”

The lump that had formed in your throat was uncomfortably shoved down. It took another for you to find your words, because sure wasn’t good enough.

“If I hadn’t banished him, then—“

“We’d’ve handled it,” Ghost finished.

You stared at him, unease settling heavy in your gut. One doesn’t simply “handle” the swarm. It wasn’t some common haint that could be dealt with using iron or silver or a ring of salt.

Your eyes darted between the men as they all watched you with seemingly matching dead eyes, waiting.

“Then why—“

“Wanted to see how you’d handle it.” Price approached you slowly, like you were an animal he’d cornered. “You did a good job, love.”

A shiver went through your whole body when he put his hands on your arms to anchor you to the spot. You would’ve stayed put anyways. No more running. You’d kill these not-men.

Price watched the girl in front of him with a guarded, if not pensive, expression. She had proven to be more useful than any of them truly anticipated. He had to admit, he was initially skeptical about supposed “wards” since it was just nails in a jar. When they had proven to work more than causing a headache – when she blew the thing that occupied the body of what once was Phillip Graves to hell – Price decided she was useful.

The others were still wary, Soap especially, but that was only because of his good Catholic boy upbringing. Gaz and Ghost were coming around. Fortunately, Soap usually went along with whatever Ghost decided, so if his former lieutenant saw use in the witch, then he did too.

“Why don’t we go back inside, love?” Price suggested.

She planted her feet and gave a withering, terrified glare. They could all sense the gears turning in her head.

“He didn’t recognize me.” Her voice trembled with the terror that had taken root.

A nonchalant shrug from Price seemed to only agitate her more, but he was determined to take back control of the situation. He had been getting better at it these days.

“No one knew what you looked like. Just that you were out here, all alone.”

Her eyes flickered to the three men behind him. Of course, she was met with hungry stares. He didn’t have to turn around to know that Gaz’s fingers were twitching and Soap was working his jaw to dust. Ghost had a handle on things, so Price trusted him to keep the other two at bay.

“Sure.” She nodded, trying to put the truth from her head. “It still doesn’t make a whole lotta sense that–”

They all made a noise that could be compared to laughing, and it only made her more uneasy. She shifted her foot back in such a slight way that she assumed none of them noticed.

“Not much sense in any of this,” Ghost reminded her.

Price nodded in agreement, needing to get her off the scent for a while longer. “Let’s go back inside.”

His hand found the small of her back and he savored the shiver he felt go down her spine. There was no fuss when was herded back into the cabin, probably since she knew running would just land her back in chains. Although, it was just instinct for cowardly, skittish little things like her to try to run when no one was looking. Price was confident, though, that it could be nipped in the bud sooner rather than later. They’d come too far for her to ruin this.

For weeks after that botched ritual, they had been watching her, slowly developing their own little world from the moment they saw her tending to the little garden next to her cabin. A light at the end of the horrid existence they now knew. They created a story about what she was like, how she behaved, and they knew they had to have her.

It wasn’t normal, and they knew that. But they also knew what had crawled in and made homes inside of them wasn’t entirely normal either. It had been there for a while, that rot found in the bottom of the abyss. They had been dragged down a long time ago, long before the dark had really taken root, and now somehow, some way, they were going to drag her down too.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

papa, me want more yandere jjk zombie apocalypse!!!

no pressure tho lol love your writing

Me when someone calls me Papa:

But seriously thank you Hope you enjoy! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Zombie Apocalypse: Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen (3)

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When you awaken it’s Nobara and Megumi who retrieve you for another tour

This time taking the time to let you partake in the activities with some of the residents

But it’s all to pass the time before Suguru comes to retrieve you

“Hey (Y/n) we have a few more tests to run and after that, I’ll let you go have fun with Satoru.”

Despite your reluctance to deal with the boisterous man you follow Suguru back to the lab where you first met him in

Chatting about anything you could 

“So I finally wanted to inform you about why you can’t go to the other neighborhood and why you have that wristband.”

“Finally! Even if I can’t be with them I want to see them still–”

“...(Y/n)...I’m so sorry.”

Setting you on the patient table Suguru informs you that your blood is the key to immunity against the zombie disease

Using some advanced technology to find you and put the wristband on you to label you among your group of friends

But that wasn’t all 

Holding you close he confides in you that in separate interviews your friend group had proven to be willing to go to extremes to get their hands on the cure

Said extremes were violent and alarming

all suggesting they’d abduct you and make you a living blood bag for them

It was actually not that far-fetched to you

You knew your friends were loosening their morals

You had to 

Especially after the betrayal from one of your members

It was likely that they may have come off that way

But you wonder if that would’ve applied to you as well

You really had no way of knowing

“(Y/n) I understand that this is difficult to take in…just know that me and Satoru are here for you. We’re going to protect you, no matter what.”

He was holding your chin as he looked into your eyes with promise

Letting him hold you in a hug

Suguru has a hard time holding in a smile that twitches widely on his face

After this Suguru takes the day off joining you to experience the different activities 

Satoru joined you both shortly thereafter

“Yay! My two favorite people are baking so adorably! It’d be a shame if someone came and tickled one of them relentlessly.”

“Sorry (Y/n).”

“Wait what—Ahhhh! Hahahaha!”

They’re pretty persistent when it comes to chasing away the thoughts of your friends possibly being as dangerous to you as they were to the zombies you’d been running from 

Enough for you to miss them when you once again say goodbye to Nobara and Megumi after they lead you to your room 

But before you can completely settle on your bed to sullenly stare at the ceiling the door to your room clicks open

“Heyyo you ready for me to show you what movies we’ve got? Of course, you are! C’mon, sweetcheeks!”

“Hope we didn’t wake you but we figured we’d hate to leave you alone.”

“Uh, thanks, you guys.”

“It’s no problem, the mind on its own is a scary place.”

“Yeah…”

“That’s why we’ll never let you go there! Now are you ready for the ultimate movie night? You’re not going to get a wink of sleep!”

That being said by the time the sun rose you were already resting on the couple your head in Satoru’s lap while Suguru held the rest of your body up

Completely oblivious to the second time the lock to your door opened up 

“You two look cozy!”

“Do not yell someone is clearly asleep.”

“So? I have the key to this door so it’s practically mine too.”

“The urge to decimate you always returns with a vengeance.”

“Ouch so cruel~!”

Suguru groaned and rolled his eyes at the both of them checking if you stirred at all

 while Satoru smiled at the blonde one of the duo only to receive an annoyed push of his glasses

“Nanamin you came back earlier than I expected.”

“Yes, my…partner took a very impulsive approach this time around.”

Suguru figured he’d chime in too, “Mahito did you bring any of them back alive?”

Mahito made a face putting a peace sign up as he posed mocking the anime signage now left as relics of the world before

“What do you think?”

“I don’t necessarily care, it’d just make things easier for them.”

“It is unbecoming of you to lie Doctor Geto.”

“Yeah, I could tell you were just itching to get your hands on those pigs!”

Suguru chuckled reaching to brush his hand against your cheek

“Maybe I was hoping to…enjoy a roast. It’s unfair if you’re the only one to enjoy the results of our labor.”

[silverflqmes]

heey, i really loved your writing!! could you write a fluff where kageyama has a crush on seijouh's manager and doesn't know how to approach because of certain people (oikawa and kindaichi lol) ?

sorry if something is spelled wrong, I'm using the translator 😞❤️

lovee from Brazil!

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄.

notes. first song that came to mind^ by taylor swift ( ofc ) but anyway.. hello anon! much love to you in brazil<3 i hope this drabble is too your liking, not very confident in my take on kageyama but we cope.

genre. fluff ( kinda cliché.. )

tobio kageyama x gn!reader.

tobio wasn’t exactly what many would call, in tune with their feelings. in fact, he sucked at expressing what he felt. so much, that any emotions could easily be compared to crashing waves.

feelings surface and take the skies to great heights, only come crashing down and return to the expanse of water.

though it wasn’t completely his fault. many factors prevented him from expressing himself in a normal and understandable way. this time around, it was two students from his old junior high that stood in the way — yuutaro kindaichi, and no surprise here — tooru oikawa.. whom he didn’t have the best relationship with.

and what exactly were they blocking him from? well, his feelings towards you.

once upon a time ago, you had also attended kitagawa daiichi and have been kageyama’s crush for as long as could remember. no one could compare to you no matter how many times he tried to disregard his feelings.

now that you attended aoba johsai, he feared he might never get to tell you of his sentiments towards you.

the one opportunity he had to speak with you was during the practice match early into the school year, and at the singular opportunity he received to approach you, when he didn’t just feel like a face in a crowd.. kageyama became completely tongue tied.

like a fool he choked on his words before spouting a pathetic excuse of a greeting once kindaichi had arrived with kunimi to pull you away from him.

now, he was met with a new opportunity.. one that featured no aoba johsai, no court and zero volleyball — just the two of you, and the beach.

the raven haired setter had come with his sister for the day, saying to him that he had needed sun and a break from his cherished sport. the odds of you showing up were zero, and yet, here he was.. proven wrong once more.

miwa, upon seeing you playing blissfully in the water with a friend you had brought down to the beach with you, had of course nagged her younger brother, urging that it was fate. how often was it that you showed up to the beach at the same time as your crush without that knowledge, anyway?

still, the first year had refused to approach you. how could he when you were having so much fun? you’d freeze up completely if you had to hear another failed attempt at a confession.

despite being so close to him, you felt so far away for him. out of his league, out of reach.. and it terrified him to take those few steps in approaching you. who was to say you wanted him anyway if he spoke up? for all he knew someone else was in the picture.

there was just too much at risk, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear your rejection.

“tobio.. you’re gonna lose her completely with the rate you’re going at.” his older sister sighed out, draining her bottle of coke. “nobody’s here to stop or make you feel judged in any way. and i can tell you right now,” she paused, pushing her sunglasses up a bit. “you’re not getting a better opportunity than this one.”

his lips pursed together as he stole another glance at you before looking at the emptied glass bottle in his hand. “it’s pointless trying, onee-san. she came here to enjoy herself and relax — not witness an embarrassment of a confession, if i even get one out.” the words would be completely jumbled, so much that it was sure to sound illiterate. like a baby trying to get their first word out.

he wondered if he could just get his feelings across without standing there to tell you. if he could do it that way, surely the confession would get across, and it won’t have cost him his dignity.

the elder eyed the younger for a moment before letting out a hum. “if this was volleyball, surely you’d have found a way around this by now.” she spoke up before laying back in her beach chair. “facing defeat has made you too comfortable, tobio.”

his lips parted to throw back a retort before, wanting to defend what little pride he had left, but his thoughts failed him when they couldn’t form into a sentence. miwa was right, painful as it was to admit. he gave up way too easily, all because of vulnerability.

his gaze lingered on the glass in his hand for a little while longer, the sea beyond twinkling in the distant horizon.

and just like that, an idea struck him. “nee-san, do you have a paper and pen i can borrow?”

“i’m telling you hana-chan, every conversation we’ve had just ends up in word vomit when he addresses me — considering yuutaro-kun and oikawa-senpai always intervene..” you sighed out to your friend from johzenji, pursing your lips together. “i feel bad each time we talk because of it.”

the brunette lowered her sunglasses to her face, letting out a hum. “volleyball boys do tend to hold onto their grudges, otherwise they’d be more like my team.. and they’re certainly a draining bunch.” it was like hosting a kid’s birthday party everyday when it came down to managing. “maybe you should try contacting him outside of volleyball?” she suggested, sipping on her smoothie.

your lips pursed together. “i probably should, he was a really good guy back in junior high.. despite what everyone says about his behavior with volleyball.” an awkward laugh seemed to have left your lips at the memories. “but i miss having him in my life, i just don’t know if he feels the same way..”

“what’s that?” the manager spoke up, sitting upright.

raising a brow, you turned to look at your friend. “i said i don’t know if he feels the same way..”

“no no.” misaki shook her head, pointing to the shore. “that, over there.” she corrected, lifting her shades.

you blinked at her finger, following its direction before narrowing your eyes to see what she had been referring to. the sun wasn’t quite helping your vision, in fact- whatever it was, the sun reflected it in a way that made you get up to go look for yourself.

if someone threw trash into the sea with garbage bins scattered all around the beach to maintain the cleanliness, you were seriously going to throw hands.

as you approached the shallow water, you kneeled to pick up the discarded bottle, wondering who on earth couldn’t just get off their ass and throw away a coke bottle.

but as you got a better look, you found a paper inside. at first glance it might have been a wrapper for a straw, however it wasn’t crumbled up like trash. rather — it was rolled up.

part of you thought you might have found the krabby patty secret formula somehow by its appearance. glass bottle and a note? a child would have surely thought similarly and opened it to see.

and like a kid.. curiosity got the better of you.

twisting off the cap, you flipped the bottle over to shake the letter out, eager to see what you might find. maybe even treasure — although that was farfetched.. even for you.

unraveling the message, however, you found none of the things you anticipated. in fact, you were met with very the last scenario that could have possibly crossed your mind.

dear y/n,

um.. i’m no good with words, but uh, you probably noticed that the last few times we saw each other. and i have no hope that whatever i say will be any better here.. especially with limited space, but i’m hoping that i can put my feelings into words a little easier without my pride getting in the way, awkward meetings, or our old schoolmates.

i like you, a lot.. and i have for a really long time now — since kitagawa daiichi. but i’ve just, had a hard time bringing those feelings across to you, so i never got the chance, especially when we go to different schools.

just feels like the universe doesn’t want me with you every time i try to speak up, so i decided to write them instead, hoping they get to you in this message.

if you don’t feel the same, i understand- i just hope we can remain friends, and that i haven’t made things even more awkward than they already were between us.

yours sincerely,

tobio kageyama.

shock painted your features as you read the name nine more times, scanned the contents of the letter before looking behind you.

tobio was somewhere on the beach and you hadn’t even seen him. he could have made an approach as well, but his fears, you guessed, of rejection.. told him not to.

finally, as your eyes were ready to give up the search, a sliver of blueberry caught your gaze. bingo.

“y/n?? where are you-”

“one minute, i think i saw someone i know!” you quickly intercepted hana, rising from your crouched position to run a few umbrellas down.

there was one with a duo underneath that resembled one another, and if your memory served you correctly — that was tobio and his older sister. miwa, if your memory hadn’t failed you.

the setter seemed to be his own world for a moment, filing his nails as part of his routine. even outside of the court, he still had to maintain his habits.

“tobio, i’m off to get us more drinks.” the female spoke up after looking up, smiling to herself. “be right back~”

kageyama let out a noise of agreement, only lifting his head a smidge to nod before pausing when he noticed a figure across from him — your figure.

either you just noticed him, or you had actually received the haphazard message in the bottle he had sent. and by the looks of it, it had been the latter.

“y/n..” he breathed out, lowering the filer in his hand as he watched you approach him.

the butterflies from every occasion he had encountered you this past year seemed to have returned to his stomach. was this what hinata felt before every match..?

“tobio-kun, it’s been awhile.” you smiled a little, letting out a sheepish laugh. “surprised to find you here, it almost feels like fate.. except no distractions this time for us to finally put everything out on the table.”

his heart seemed to accelerate with pace, the nerves increasing almost tenfold. rejection, he could just sense it coming. “um, well.. i already said how i feel, considering you got the letter.” he spoke up, eyeing the emptied beverage in your hands.

at his reasoning, you lifted the bottle before humming. “true, but i didn’t actually hear it from you. for all i know it could have been something of your sister’s doing.”

tobio, blushing profusely, nearly found himself barking back a response — a frequent habit of his. but as he eyed your expecting gaze, he faltered, lowering his head in defeat.

“how will i know if by saying it, i won’t just end up being made into a fool..?” he mumbled, pursing his lips together.

as you took a step closer, you gave him a knowing stare. “let me do you a better one, how are you so sure i’ll make you into a fool? you’re aware of your feelings.” you paused before pointing to yourself. “but you’re not aware of mine, it seems.”

his lips parted to retort before he froze up. “wait- your feelings? you..”

a smile returned to your lips as you sat beside him. “i like you, tobio-kun. are the feelings i read true?” you asked him, tilting your head curiously.

the color on his cheeks seemed to darken as he avoided your intent gaze for a moment before nodding. “they’re as i wrote them.. i really do like you, y/n — and i meant every word i said.. i was just scared you might’ve felt.. differently.”

“well,” you grabbed his hand, grinning brightly. “rest assured the feelings are mutual at long last!”

notes. sorry this is rushed and written in like 7382393939 different sittings.. hoping i was able to fulfill your request somewhat?? idk how in character he is.. but anyway, ty for the request anon and sorry for the very long wait ahaha.. please enjoy!

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[bon-mimi]

what if i can’t forget you?

slowburn viktor x fem!reader - eight chapters ( all are included in this post )

word count : approx. 14.4k

summary : you work at a bar in piltover , doing your best to make it as a zaunite in an unfriendly environment. through your best friend , you meet viktor , a gorgeous academy student , and you are dying to get his attention. ( in this fic , f/n means “friend’s name” - f/n is referred to with she/her ! )

warnings : eventual nsfw ( masturbation , grinding ) , mild angst , mention of blood / injury , reader deals with a creepy old dude , not proofread

writer’s note : hello , i’m mimi ! this is my first time posting fanfiction online , but i was heavily encouraged by my bestie to share this with the world. i hope at least one of you will enjoy it ! apologies for any errors - this was written in my free time with little to no revision . this is also my first time using tumblr !! if the fic is well received , perhaps i will remain active ?

we’ll see ~

I - Introduction

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You stared nervously at the large doors in front of you. Piltover’s Academy was not a place where you wanted to be, but your best friend was a student there and practically begged that you stop by today. It was her birthday, but she was stuck in the lab completing an assignment for one of her many, many classes.

“Are you sure I can even come in? Wouldn’t they have tight security on the place?”

“It’s fine!! You’re allowed to walk in the halls, and as long as I open the lab door and give you permission you should be fine. Pleaaaasseee come by?”

Reluctantly, you agreed. The fancy halls and pretentious students roaming around intimidated you, but you were willing to put up with it for her. You even baked a cake. It wasn’t your best work, but the design was still pretty cute, and you knew your friend would love it anyway, no matter what you thought of it.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the doors open and began to look for the correct laboratory. Your feet moved quickly across the floor, trying to avoid running into any students. If they even caught a glimpse of you, they would know you don’t belong there. You donned the nicest thing you could- a plain t-shirt and some slacks, but the citizens of Piltover knew what you were with just one look. Luckily, none of them got the chance to eye you, as you had just made it to the correct door. You barely even knocked before the door flung open.

“Y/N!!!! Come in!”, your friend said, nearly shoving you into the lab. You giggled, her infectious joy seeping into you.

“Okay, okay, I-“ You froze. Two men who you had never met before were sitting at the workbench, giving you an odd look.

“Who are they?”

“Oh! Sorry, I forgot to tell you. These are my group members for my lab assignment. I know they look scary, but I don’t think either of them could hurt a fly.”

“Scary? Us? I’ll have you know I’m offended,” one of them said playfully. He got up and extended a hand towards you.

“I’m Jayce, and the man over there is Viktor. Sorry if we startled you. We actually didn’t know you were coming either.”

You eased up a little, feeling better that they were just as surprised as you were. As you got ready to shake his hand, you realized the cake was still in your grasp.

“Sorry- let me set this down,” you said. After setting it next to your friend, you turned back to shake Jayce’s hand. He had quite a grip; you weren’t expecting that.

“Nice to meet you, Jayce. I’m Y/N. F/N’s friend, if you hadn’t figured that out yet.” He laughed a little, and once your handshake finished, your eyes fell on the other man- Viktor.

Viktor… you quite liked that name, and you were drawn to his appearance as well. As inconspicuously as you could, you slowly looked over his features. Dark, soft brown hair, pale skin, a tall and thin frame, a couple of moles on his face, and… his eyes. The amber color was gorgeous, and you bet if he gazed at you, your knees would probably go weak.

Your theory was proven correct when he made eye contact with you. He slowly got up, grabbing onto a cane and moving over towards you.

“Jayce already introduced me, so I supposed I didn’t need to come over, but it would have been rude to ignore you. Viktor,” he said, and it took you a second to snap out of it.

“Oh- yeah! Um, nice to meet you.” You shook his hand, praying he couldn’t tell that your skin was on fire because of him. Before you could think of anything else to say, your friend squealed.

“Oh. My. GOD!!! This is SO CUTE!!!!”

She had opened the box the cake was in, staring at it excitedly. You walked over, smiling.

“Like what you see?”

“I LOVE it. How do you always make such masterpieces?” She wrapped her arms around you, hardly giving you room to breathe.

The cake was a light lilac color with detailed white bordering on the edge. You had messed up in quite a few areas, but just covered it up with some more icing and hoped it wasn’t obvious.

“I get it, I’m incredible. You wanna let me go so you can eat a piece? Or- wait. Are you even allowed to eat in here?”

“As long as we don’t make a mess, it should be fine. You made this? It looks great,” Jayce said, somehow sneaking up behind the two of you. Viktor was right beside him, seemingly analyzing the cake, eyes sweeping over each and every part.

“I- I did,” you stuttered, becoming flustered all of a sudden.

“Do you work at a bakery? Seriously, this looks awesome,” he continued, eyes meeting yours.

“Oh, no, I-“ you paused. Your real job was less.. gentle. Would these Piltovans judge you? They seemed nice, but you knew how quickly people could switch up. Before you could give any more thought to your response, your friend interjected.

“No, her job is way cooler than that. She works at Eclipse!” Your friend beamed with pride, but you looked down and shuffled your feet awkwardly.

Eclipse was a bar on the outskirts of Piltover. It paid well, and was fairly popular, but not with this kind of crowd. Despite being part of Piltover, it was often frequented by Zaunites who wanted a taste of the better life. Zauntines like you, who wanted to know what it was like to not inhale polluted air with each breath. To know what it was like to live in luxury. To be free of the hell they lived in every single day.

“What do you… do there?” Viktor inquired, his accent thick.

Not wanting this conversation to last long, you quickly rambled out a list of your duties.

“Oh, y’know, normal bar stuff. Taking orders, making drinks, breaking up the occasional fight… there’s not much to it. Anyway- should we get into the cake now? I’m sure F/N would be happy to share with you two.”

Viktor nodded, not planning to push the conversation further. However, while your friend was setting out some utensils and napkins that were tucked into the box, Jayce couldn’t help but continue talking.

“Wow… I’ve heard of that bar before, but haven’t ever been. You said you have to break up fights- does it ever get nasty? Especially with-“ he stopped himself, and Viktor shot him a glare.

“Especially with what, Jayce?”

“I- I was just going to say that I’ve heard that Zaunites frequent that place, and people from the Undercity can be…”

Ah. There it was. The judgement you feared from this place. Before you could shoot back a reply, your friend stopped her cake-cutting and stepped into the conversation.

“Jayce. I will have you know that you are in the presence of three Zaunites, and none of us are violent unless in a self-defense situation. You shouldn’t be saying stuff like that.”

Wait… three? Did that mean…

Viktor. Was he really from the same place as you? A warm feeling of kinship bubbled up, only increasing your interest in him.

Jayce’s eyes widened, realizing what he had implied.

“Oh- Oh my God, I’m so sorry I- I wasn’t thinking.” He looked at everyone, but his eyes chose to settle on yours.

“Y/N, I am so, so sorry. That was a really stupid thing of me to say, whether you were from the Undercity or not.”

With his puppy-dog eyes, you couldn’t help but want to forgive him, but the comment still stung.

“I get it. I’m sure the education you receive up here isn’t… favorable when it comes to the Undercity. Just… don’t say anything like that again. Ever.”

He nodded frantically, desperate to get back in your good graces despite having only met you moments ago.

“I have to start heading back now. I’ve got a shift in a couple hours I need to get ready for,” you said, not too disappointed to be leaving. Admittedly, you wanted to talk to Viktor more, but the tension left by Jayce was too thick for any of that at the moment.

“Aww… okay. I’ll swing by this weekend and tell you how the cake was? I’m sure it’ll be divine,” your friend smiled at you, knowing that wasn’t your only reason for leaving. She gave you one more hug, letting you go after a short moment.

“Happy birthday, F/N. I hope you all enjoy the cake.” Smiling, you left the room, rushing out of the academy. The air was choking you as if you were back in Zaun. When you made it outside, you slid onto a nearby bench, trembling, carefully trying to unpack the series of events you just experienced.

You just hoped you could get any excess thoughts out of your head before your shift began.

-

“Jayce, you are an idiot.” F/N handed him a piece of cake while glaring at him. She knew he really was just being ignorant and not intentionally wanting to cause harm; otherwise, she would have chewed him out.

“I know. Those words shouldn’t have left my mouth. Do you… do you think she’s mad at me?”

“I think we’re all mad at you. Right, Viktor?”

“Mm.” He agreed, only half-heartedly paying attention to what was being said. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he didn’t know why. Sure, you were gorgeous, but he had seen many gorgeous women before. So why would you be any different? There was… something else about you, something that intrigued him and made him wonder what you were really like. How you really felt about your job, what you acted like when you were comfortable with someone, what you did in your free time… all of it; he wanted to learn all of it about you.

“Viktor? Earth to Viktor?”

His head snapped up, realizing the daze he was in.

“Ah. Sorry, I was.. pondering our assignment. We should get back to work on it, yes? The professor does want it done by tomorrow.”

“No worries, we’re almost done anyway. Just have to complete some final testing and documentation. But first, we’re eating this cake and shaming Jayce for his poor choice of words.”

Viktor chuckled, taking a piece of cake that your friend held out for him. She looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She had a hard time believing he was distracted over the assignment, and he clearly didn’t seem to be too concerned with Jayce.

“Guys, I know I already said it, but seriously. I’m really, really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? And… do you think Y/N will let me make it up to her somehow?”

“It was a stupid comment, but I’m willing to let it slide on my part. Viktor?”

“I do not mind. I am used to Jayce being careless.”

“Hey-“ Jayce was about to defend himself, but F/N cut him off.

“But, I think Y/N deserves a proper apology. How about you come with me this weekend when I see her, and you bring some sort of gift? I can help you come up with ideas.”

He agreed, hoping to prove to you that he really was a good person. Admittedly, mostly for his own ego, but he did think you were nice and hoped to become your friend in the future.

Viktor was tempted to ask if he could join too, wanting to see you again, but he feared that too many people would overwhelm you. Especially when one of them had made such a careless remark. He let out a soft sigh that went unnoticed by the other two.

The three each ate their pieces of cake, the air still heavy with the weight of Jayce’s words. Slowly, they returned to their assignment, working until it was done. F/N only hoped that the weekend visit would smooth out the tension instead of making it worse.

II - Apologies

-

The weekend came all too soon. You received a letter from your friend a couple of days ago that explained her plan to see you today. She also mentioned the fact that Jayce would be visiting as well, as he wanted to give a proper apology.

You were excited to see her, but still had mixed feelings about Jayce. Perhaps his apology would change your mind, but you knew it would be uncomfortable to face him.

It was 11, and you were seated on your plush black couch in your apartment, awaiting your friend’s arrival. You held a cushion to your chest while you looked around, taking the time to appreciate your decoration skills. Eclipse paid fairly well, so you were able to afford some nice things here and there.

The walls were a cream color, but you couldn’t see much of them; there were various items in the way. A few plants hung from the ceiling in lilac-colored pots, beaming from the sun coming in through the window. Several paintings rested in black frames of various shapes and sizes, each depicting a different scene. Most were your own, but a couple were purchased at markets you had visited. All of them were landscapes of places throughout Runeterra. The ones you made had been sights you had seen, and the others were sights foreign to you. Sights that you hoped to see one day.

In the small kitchenette, you had some pots and pans hung up near a rack of spices. Most of the time, you just snitched some leftovers from Eclipse, but you made your own meals every once in a while. All of your additional equipment and ingredients were neatly stored away in your oak cabinets and drawers.

Generally, you tried to keep the place tidy, but sometimes the mess would accumulate. Luckily, it would never take long to fix.

You were trying to remember how messy you had left the bedroom, and were about to get up and check when you heard a knock at the door. The bedroom would just have to stay closed, you thought.

Of course, there shouldn’t have been any reason to go in anyway, since Jayce would be here as well.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of your friend smiling brightly, Jayce behind her with a sheepish smile of his own, and a gift bag in his hand.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you said, moving out of the entrance so they could get out of the hallway.

“Wow… your apartment is a lot more… inviting than the one Vik and I share,” Jayce noted, eyes wandering over the paintings covering your walls.

“Well, that’s not a surprise to anyone. You two are the most practical people I know. Don’t know if I’ve ever seen either of you do something for sheer enjoyment,” your friend commented, coming over to you.

You giggled, and Jayce visibly let his shoulders relax.

“Oh, right! Here- this is for you. I wasn’t sure what to get that would say ‘I’m sorry’, but F/N was a big help. Again, I hope you don’t take my comment to heart. I shouldn’t have said it, and I promise I’ll think more before I speak in the future. I’ve been told I can be careless, but I should have never been careless like- like that.” Jayce grimaced, remembering his words. You took the bag he extended towards you, and peered inside. Slowly, you took out a bottle of wine.

“I was told this is your favorite. Is it okay?”

“Okay? Jayce, this is expensive! I’ve never owned a bottle- I’ve only had it on a few outings to some upscale restaurants.”

“Don’t worry about the cost. I just- I really wanted to make it up to you. Are we… good?”

You looked at him, still trying to recover from your initial shock.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good now. …Thanks. For apologizing and for getting me such a nice gift. You really didn’t have to, even if you were being stupid,” you said, a playful tone hitting the end of your remark.

“Yeah, I really was.” Jayce let a small smile dance across his lips.

“So now that we’re all good, let’s go out and do something!!” F/N wrapped her arms around you, giving you a big hug.

“Okay, okay, we can go out. I think there’s some sort of market going on today that we can go visit? It’s mostly artwork and trinkets, if you’re interested in that, Jayce.” Your friend let go, and you both looked at Jayce expectantly.

“Oh- you want me to come along? I- absolutely, if you want me to. Maybe I can find something to finally brighten up my apartment.”

Smiling, you set down the wine on your kitchen counter before grabbing your favorite black purse and exiting, F/N and Jayce right behind you.

-

It didn’t take much traversing of the city streets before you found the market space. Stalls were packed together on each side of the narrow street, each selling their own unique items. Luckily, you must have come at a less popular hour- instead of it being completely packed, there were only a few people here and there stopped at stalls. Still, it was loud. Vendors trying to get any passerby to stop and stare at their goods, shouting things like “You’ve never seen a piece so beautiful before!” and “The perfect gifts for your loved ones, right here!”

Despite your usual quiet demeanor, you loved it here. The smell of street food filled the air, and the bright colors of awnings above each stall felt inviting.

“Jayce, have you ever been to an outdoor market like this before?” You asked, realizing how overwhelming it could be to someone who hasn’t experienced one before.

“I haven’t, but looking at all of this… I’m wondering why I’ve never been. I bet there’s all sorts of fascinating things here!”

You laughed, nodding.

“I’ve found my fair share of treasures in markets like this. It’s truly amazing. But… since you’ve never been, it would probably be best for us to stick together instead of splitting up. Does anyone have a preference on which stall to go to?”

“Nope! Lead the way, Y/N! You seem to have a sense for where the best stuff is.” F/N hooked her arm together with yours as a measure to prevent the two of you from getting separated. Jayce was much larger, so he could probably follow without any hand-holding. He looked to you, ready to follow along.

You glanced at the nearest stalls, but slowly began drifting towards one a little further away that seemed to primarily sell jewelry. A tray in the front held various bracelets, and off to the side were racks of earrings and necklaces. Your eyes skimmed over the bracelets, none of the shapes or colors standing out to you. You repeated the process for the necklaces, stopping when you saw a teardrop-shaped amber pendant latched onto a golden chain.

“See something you like?” The stall owner appeared in front of you, leaning over her table to get a better look at the pendant you were enamored with.

“Ah, you have a good eye! This pendant is one of a kind. When I was looking through my scrap bin in my workshop, I came across a small chunk of amber. I don’t know where it came from- oddly enough, I don’t ever recall buying any for my works. It turned out gorgeous, though.”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful…” you said quietly, Jayce and F/N still busy looking at the bracelets.

“I’ll tell you what. Since you seem to like it so much, how about I also give you the pair of earrings that go with it? I’ll throw them in for free. Good deal, yes?”

You nodded, quickly taking out your wallet to pay. Something about the pendant was incredibly alluring, and you knew you had to have it.

After you made the purchase, the stall owner pulled out a hand mirror and offered it to you.

“Would you like to try them on?”

“Hmm… I think I will.”

You took out your silver hoops, replacing them with the dangling amber earrings.

“F/N, could you help me put on this necklace?”

She looked over and raised her eyebrows on surprise.

“I’ve never known you to prefer gold jewelry! It looks good, though! Here, I got it.”

She carefully took the thin golden chain, clasping it at the back of your neck. Picking up the mirror, you admired the jewelry. You felt pretty.

“I think I’ll keep these on.” You placed your original earrings in your bag, and then turned to look at Jayce studying the bracelets like his life depended on it.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to wear jewelry,” you said, sliding up next to him.

“Oh- no, no, it’s not for me. It’s for… my girlfriend.”

“You sure? You seem awfully hesitant,” you joked, looking down to the bracelets.

“Jayce, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend! Who is she?” F/N asked, picking up one of the bracelets and peering at the gemstones laid within it.

“Well, we’ve been trying to keep it secret for… reasons. So I can’t really tell you who she is, but she most definitely exists. And I’ve been meaning to get her something since our one month anniversary passed recently. Which bracelet looks better to you two?” Jayce picked up two golden bracelets; one was a thin gold band, and the other was slightly thicker, with engraved swirls.

“Well, since I have no idea who she is, I can’t say what would look good on her or what her style is, but personally, I prefer the second one.” You pointed to the thicker band, and your friend nodded.

“I was going to pick that one, but I just wanted another opinion. Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.”

You smiled warmly at him, thinking it was sweet of him to get something so pretty for his girlfriend.

After he made his purchase, and your friend made a purchase of her own, the three of you spent the next couple of hours wandering through the market, stopping every so often at a stall that interested you. You didn’t end up buying anything else except for a snack, feeling completely satisfied with your new jewelry.

Checking your watch, you saw that it was nearly 4. You didn’t have a shift today, but you did want to give yourself enough time to attempt making dinner.

“Hey, you guys, I’m gonna have to get back to my apartment soon to make dinner for this evening.” Before you could say goodbye, Jayce spoke up.

“Um- if it’s alright, would you be able to come over to my apartment for dinner? Vik’s making pasta tonight, and I know we’re going to have way too much for the two of us. So.. if you two were okay with it, we’d love to have you.”

“Is that alright? Viktor’s usually more of a lone wolf. I don’t want to intrude,” F/N said, still obviously excited at the prospect of getting to see their apartment.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine with it. He’s already used to you, and I can’t imagine him possibly being upset with seeing Y/N again.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, genuinely confused. Had Viktor said something about you?

“Well, nothing, really. I guess- I don’t know, I just think he might actually like you. I mean, he did actually take the time to introduce himself to you. That may be common decency for most, but Viktor hardly ever pays attention to anything but his work. When he’s working, it feels like I can’t get him to stop for anything, not even to eat or sleep sometimes.”

“Well, let’s hope you’re right. I’d hate to give him an unwelcome surprise. Shall we get going?”

You tried to hide how giddy you were at the fact that you might be special in some way to Viktor, hoping that the smile on your face wasn’t as big as you thought it was. Despite barely knowing anything about him, you could feel yourself developing a crush.

Jayce led the three of you out of the market, carefully squeezing between the crowd of people that had gathered over time. As you walked to his apartment, you fiddled with your new jewelry a few times, checking to make sure it hadn’t somehow fallen off.

-

It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of the door to Jayce’s apartment. Jayce pulled a key out of his pocket, but before inserting it, he paused.

“Wait.” He ushered you and F/N to the end of the hall, much further away from the door.

“I thought we were going to have dinner together? Did you change your mind?” F/N asked, you and her both visibly confused.

“No, but I have an idea. Y/N, I’ll stay over here with F/N, and you can walk up and knock on the door. If Viktor is starting on dinner like he said he would around this time, he should be close enough to hear the door and open it.”

“Huh? Why?” You looked at Jayce, wondering where he could have possibly been going with this.

“I wanna see how Viktor reacts! C’mon, don’t you think it’d be interesting?“

You had to admit, you were curious to see what Viktor would do. However, you were still reluctant.

“Jayce, I just met him- and you, actually- a few days ago, and I hardly even talked to him when we met. Don’t you think he’d be creeped out? Like, what if he thinks I stalked him?”

“If he seems uncomfortable, I’ll come over right away and explain that it was just a bad joke that I came up with. All the blame will go on me, and if anything, he’ll think you felt pressured to go along with it and feel bad for you. If you really don’t want to, then you don’t have to, but I don’t think it could hurt.”

After hesitating for a moment, you turned and walked back to the door. You glanced at Jayce, who gave you a thumbs-up. F/N silently pointed to Jayce and gave you an expression that seemed to say “You’re really going along with what this idiot wants?”. You shrugged, lifting your hand to rap on the door.

Quiet. It was silent for a moment except for the sound of your thundering heartbeat.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps accompanied by a soft tap.

Slowly, the door opened to reveal Viktor, and as your eyes met his, you realized something.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, now much more nervous than you were to begin with.

Your new jewelry that you bought was the color of Viktor’s eyes. That was the reason you were so drawn to it.

“…Y/N? That is your name, yes?” His eyes were wide, an emotion that you couldn’t quite recognize filling his gaze.

“Y-yeah,” Suddenly, you were trying to look at anything but his face.

“Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

“I…” you stopped. What were you supposed to say now?

“Jayce wanted me to come over..?” You tried, uncertainty laced in your voice.

“Okay… but where is he? How did you know to come here?”

You felt yourself shrinking. Viktor was interrogating you, and rightfully so, but the lack of warmth in his tone made you feel like you had made a mistake. The last thing you had wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

“He, um-“

“Because I brought her here! And F/N as well. I invited them over for dinner.” Jayce’s hand was now on your shoulder, which snapped you out of the cold headspace you were slipping into.

“I take it your apology went well, then. But why make Y/N knock by herself?”

“Jayce thought it would be funny to see how you reacted. One of his odd whims, as per usual.” F/N said, gently elbowing Jayce in the ribs.

“Ah, I see. Can’t say I’m surprised. Come in,” Viktor said, his voice now less tense.

“Why, thank you for letting me in to my own apartment,” Jayce bowed to Viktor as if he were a king, which elicited an eye roll from Viktor.

“I was just trying to be inviting to the guests you brought with you. The notion that I would ever tell you to ‘come in’ to your own apartment is ridiculous.”

You giggled, which caused a small smile to appear on Viktor’s face that did not go unnoticed by F/N. She kept her mouth shut, wanting to see for herself how this would play out.

“Dinner won’t take long. Jayce, could you set the table?”

III - Dinner

-

Looking around, you realized just how right Jayce was. He and Viktor made no effort to make their apartment inviting. The beige walls lay barren, not a single decoration in sight. No paintings, no plants, not even a simple rug on the floor. Just the bare apartment and the furniture it came with. No signs of life, either- no jackets on chairs, no dirty dishes in the sink, no unfolded blankets on the couch. Just the dishes that Jayce was currently placing on the round dining room table, and the pots on the stove that were currently being used to make dinner. F/N, just like you, was also staring at the near-empty room.

“All of this space, and truly not a single decoration. You two are…”

“Practical.” Viktor finished, carefully straining the pasta before mixing it with sauce.

“Well, I was going to say boring, but I suppose that works too.” F/N looked at you, noticing your slightly flushed cheeks.

“You alright, Y/N? You look a little unwell.”

“Oh, I’m fine! I was just lost in thought. This place really is quite empty.”

F/N smiled, continuing to poke fun and Jayce and Viktor for their bare-bones apartment. You, however, were back in your thoughts, unable to chime in. You weren’t lying when you said you were lost in thought- you just hadn’t specified exactly what you were lost in thought about.

Currently, you were thinking about your interaction at the door with Viktor. You wished you hadn’t went along with Jayce’s idea of “surprising” Viktor. He was clearly confused and uncomfortable. You noticed how his voice relaxed once Jayce approached, how his body visibly became less stiff.

And you knew it made sense. He hardly even knew you, had only spoken to you once, had awkwardly seen you flee the lab after Jayce’s words. You would also be confused if someone who was basically a stranger showed up at your door without explanation of what they were doing or how they got there.

Despite all of this, you felt disappointed that you hadn’t received a warmer reaction from Viktor. Some small part of your brain told you that he was being stiff because he liked you and was nervous; the rest of your brain knew better.

You also couldn’t stop thinking about your new jewelry and how well it matched Viktor’s eyes. You began fiddling with the chain of the pendant as you wondered if anyone would make the connection.

“Jayce, could you help me with this?”

Jayce, who was playfully bickering with F/N, got up and picked up the pot of pasta for Viktor, carefully bringing it over and setting it on a trivet in the middle of the table.

“I’m just saying, if you ever want to have your girlfriend over, I think she’d feel more comfortable if it didn’t look like as dead as this.”

“And I’m saying that I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.” Jayce grabbed a large spoon and began to scoop some pasta out onto his plate while Viktor made his way over to the table. He rested his cane on a nearby wall, carefully placing himself in a chair.

“Y/N, wouldn’t you want a man with a space that looked lived in?” F/N asked, hoping you would help her prove her point. All eyes turned to you, and you felt very conscious of the fact that Viktor was seated right next to you.

“I… I think I’d definitely prefer someone with a decorated space. If I got led into a nearly empty apartment, I’d think they were gonna kill me and leave my body there.” Viktor let out a small laugh at your words, which made your heart soar.

“See?? Y/N understands. Anyways…” the voices around you began to mix together as everyone got their share of pasta and began to eat between chatter. For a while, they discussed the lab assignment from earlier in the week, so you stayed silent and listened, paying special attention whenever Viktor spoke.

After a while, F/N, ever so perceptive, noticed you weren’t talking due to the conversation topic being foreign to you.

“Hey, how about after we finish eating, we play a game? Something like never have I ever, maybe?”

“I would not be opposed.” Surprised, you looked at Viktor.

“Wow, you must be in a good mood, Vik! I’m in too,” Jayce said.

“Sure, why not? It could be fun,” you added on, taking another bite of your pasta. It was much more delicious than whatever concoction you would have made, you’re sure.

“Alright, it’s settled!”

-

After everyone finished eating, Jayce cleared the table and set a glass of wine in front of each person.

“Ooh, how fancy,” you said, swirling the glass and looking at the deep red liquid.

“Yeah, well I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you can make at the bar,” Jayce replied, taking his seat once more.

“True. You’ll have to swing by sometime. I bet I can make the most delicious cocktail you’ve ever had.”

“I don’t know, I’ve had some pretty good drinks at galas…”

“Yeah, right. You rich Pilties don’t know what’s good.” A grin spread across your face. Jayce feigned hurt, putting a hand on his chest like you had wounded him. He was about to reply, but Viktor interjected by clearing his throat.

“Shall we begin the game now?”

“Oh! Yes. Sorry about that. I’ll start.” Jayce was quiet for a brief moment, pondering what his “Never have I ever” should be.

“Got it! Never have I ever… cheated on an exam.”

No one took a sip, and Jayce shrugged.

“Guess I should’ve known. Still, I was curious.”

You knew your reason for not drinking was far different from the other two. You had never even had the opportunity to take an exam, let alone cheat. There was a lack of formal education in Zaun, and when you finally clawed your way up to Piltover, you had no desire to try and make it into any school. You were smart, but not smart enough for your birthplace to be ignored. The same could not be said for F/N, and assumingly Viktor as well. While your talents laid in the artistic field, those two were far more academically inclined.

“Jayce, you know how important academic integrity is to the Academy. If there’s even a suspicion of someone cheating, they’re thoroughly examined and often booted.” Your friend held her glass in one hand, using the other to push a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, yeah. Didn’t hurt to ask, though. Anyways- Viktor, it’s your turn. What do you have for us?”

Each person took their turn around the circle several times, glasses slowly emptying. If someone took a sip on a particularly interesting statement, they would be forced to stop and explain. You learned that Jayce once owned a pet fish, Viktor once called his professor “mother”, and various other tidbits of information that you began cataloguing in your mind.

Before long, it was your turn again, and you asked a question that had been gnawing at your mind.

“Never have I ever… kissed a girl.”

“Oh come on, this has to be targeted!” Your friend whined, taking the last sip of her wine. Jayce took his last sip as well, knocking them both out of the game. You stared at Viktor, who also only had one sip left in his glass.

He lifted the glass to his lips before smiling and putting it back down, a small pool of red still remaining at the bottom of the glass.

“Never?” You asked, admittedly feeling pleased at the result.

“Never. I do not have the time to pursue such… frivolous things.”

Oh.

“I’ve been trying to get him to meet someone for ages, but he just won’t budge on the topic.” Jayce sighed dramatically, and Viktor scoffed.

“I do not see why it is so important to you that I indulge in romance. Anyways, my turn.” Viktor looked you directly in the eyes, making you shift uncomfortably and fidget with your jewelry.

“Never have I ever kissed a man.”

Defeated, you took the last sip of your drink.

“Ooh, do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?” Jayce prodded.

“No, just a couple of bad exes.” You set your glass down, nearly shuddering at the thought of your most recent ex.

“Got any good stories to share?”

“Hm…” you searched your memories for any experiences that were funny in retrospect.

“A couple of years ago, I dated this guy who took me out to some fancy restaurant for dinner. Apparently, I cut my steak the wrong way, and he spent the rest of the evening lecturing me about it. I knew right there that it wasn’t meant to be.”

“I remember you telling me that when it happened,” F/N laughed.

“He looked like he was in agony, like I was committing a heinous offense against him. I couldn’t do it,” you laughed along, Jayce joining in soon after. Much quieter, Viktor chuckled.

“Well, it looks like you won, Viktor. Congrats,” you looked at him, grinning.

“Thank you.” His heart squeezed in his chest, which confused him.

“It’s getting late- I should probably leave before it’s pitch black outside.” You got up, and F/N joined you.

“I’ll head out too. Thanks for inviting us over, Jayce, and thanks for sharing the dinner you made, Viktor. It was delicious,” F/N smiled, but Viktor’s heart did not repeat the same action that occurred a moment ago.

“Hey, so…” you spoke up, causing everyone to look to you.

“I have a shift tomorrow evening at Eclipse, if you guys would like to stop by…? I can get you a pretty decent discount on drinks.”

“Sure! Viktor and I don’t have any plans.”

“And I was already going to stop by anyway, so you know I’ll be there. You still owe me a cocktail for my birthday.”

“Alright, then I’ll see you all there. Looking forward to it!”

You exited the apartment with F/N, the two of you chatting about the evening before parting ways to get to your respective apartments.

-

“They were nice. We should hang out with them more often.” Jayce stood at the sink washing dishes while Viktor sat at the counter, trying to figure out what his heart was doing earlier.

“Hey, Vik,” Jayce continued, which got his attention.

“What do you think of Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was she fun to be around?”

Viktor thought about the way you looked at him when he opened the door. He thought about how, for a split second, he wanted to take you into the apartment, no questions asked, and spend the evening talking to you alone. How your face lit up when you took the first bite of pasta, and you quickly took another. How your lips pouted slightly each time you had to take a sip of wine. How you had smiled at him when you congratulated him on his win, and the way it made him feel.

“…yes, I suppose.”

Jayce turned around to get a good look at his friend’s face, instantly being met with the sight of a man absolutely smitten.

“…are you sure that romance is as frivolous as you say?”

“Jayce, what are you implying?”

“Well, Y/N doesn’t have a boyfriend, so…”

“Jayce. That is a ridiculous idea, even for you. I think… I think I will retire to my room for the night.”

“Alright, but you should seriously reconsider romance. Goodnight, Vik.”

Jayce didn’t miss the red flush on Viktor’s neck as he turned around and made his way to his bedroom. The gears in his head began turning, trying to figure out how to make Viktor admit he was interested in you.

IV - Eclipse

-

The next morning, Viktor had worse dark circles than normal. Thanks to Jayce’s comments about you, Viktor could not stop thinking about you, which led to a nearly complete and total lack of sleep.

He thought about your voice, your face, your smile, your body. What it would be like to actually date you- would he spend his time sitting at the bar, staring at you lovingly as you worked your shift? Would you stop by the Academy when you were free and watch him tinker away in the lab? Would you listen to one of his long-winded ramblings about his current studies, and what new discoveries he was making? Would your expression be full of love, your hand holding his?

What would it be like to kiss you? He had never kissed anyone before, but he bet he wouldn’t even dream about kissing anyone else after kissing you. Your lips would be so soft, feel so gentle against his, taste so good if he ran his tongue over them.

He thought of questions to ask you, topics that the two of you could discuss for hours. What was your life in Zaun like, and how had you made it here? Did you have a dream job you were working towards, or were you perfectly content being a bartender? What was your favorite hobby? What were your favorite things in general?

He wanted to study you inside and out like a beautiful machine. To know each and every part of your body and mind intimately. He felt disgusted for thinking this way about someone he hardly knew. What would you say if you knew the kind of thoughts he was having?

Viktor sipped on a mug of coffee, trying to make headway on a research paper he wished to present to his professor soon. You made his efforts futile.

Looking at the clock, he groaned. Only 10:00.

It was going to be a long, long day.

-

When it came time for your shift, you happily made your way to the bar. It was only a couple of minutes away from your apartment, making it quite convenient.

You slipped into the employee room, exchanging your sweatshirt and jeans for a sleek collared shirt and dress pants. You pinned back any stray hairs, gave yourself a quick look in the mirror, and then went out to stand behind the counter.

The shift was agonizingly slow as you waited for your friends to show up, but luckily for you, customers were behaving fairly well today. A few glares your way from Pilties, but you could handle that. If they wanted a Zaunite-free zone, they should have gone to one of their fancy lounges further away from the bridge instead of here.

As you took orders and served drinks, you thought about what to make for everyone. You had figured out something for F/N already, but you had no idea what preferences Jayce and Viktor had. You wished to dwell on it longer, but a patron had walked up to you.

“Excuse me,” he said, tapping on the table to further get your attention.

“Oh! My apologies, sir. What can I pour for you?”

“Whiskey. On the rocks. I don’t care what brand, just make it quick.”

You were a little irked, but unfortunately used to the impatience of others. A lot of people visited as a way to relieve stress, so if they weren’t buzzed yet, their remaining stress would be taken out on you. Most of the time, it was just a snide comment or a pushy tone, which was certainly manageable.

You set the glass in front of him, but before you could pull your hand away, he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re quite a pretty little thing. How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

The color began to drain from your face. You dealt with patrons like this every so often, and it was always such a treat.

“Must have missed my shifts. How would you like to pay for your drink, sir?”

“I’ll hand you the money, but first I’d like to talk.”

“Sir, as much as I appreciate your… attention, I have other patrons to serve.”

“Where?” He asked, and you realized he was right. The only people in the bar already had food or a drink in front of them, and none looked like they were ready to request anything else.

“…well, I’m sure they’ll need my assistance soon.”

He let go of your hand, which you jerked back to your side. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out a notepad, pen, and his wallet.

“Tell you what, darling.”

You nearly retched at the name.

“You give me some way to contact you- preferably your address, and I pay you triple for the drink. I can take you out for a nice dinner sometime. What do you say?”

You looked this man up and down. He was at least twice your age, perhaps older, with thinning hair and beady eyes. His hand, which was holding his glass of whiskey, displayed a thin wedding band.

“Sir, I’m sure your wife wouldn’t appreciate that.” You heard the employee door open, and you looked over to see your boss who was doing a routine check-in on you. You stared at her while she walked over, eyes pleading for help.

Despite your boss being from Piltover, she had the appearance of a Zaunite. Tattoos filling her arms, a few small scars on her face, and a very intimidating aura encircled her. She was great at scaring away unwanted guests, which is exactly what you needed right now.

“Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help with?”

He faltered slightly, but was clearly determined to be as much of a creep as possible.

“No ma’am. I was just asking this lovely lady here if she would kindly escort me on a date sometime.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your hand once more and planted a kiss on it before letting it go. You felt bile rise in the back of your throat, fear freezing you in place.

“Sorry, but our employees aren’t permitted to indulge the whims of decrepit old men. You may leave. Oh, but please do pay first.”

His face flushed a violent red, and he slammed down a fistful of coins.

“I should have known that filth like you wasn’t worth it,” he spat.

Filth like you.

“I can’t believe you’re even allowed to work up here. Sewer trash. You know, I was doing you a favor by inviting you out. You could have experienced luxury. At least you know your place, I suppose.”

“That’s enough,” your boss growled, which was finally enough to make him scamper out of the bar. A few people had watched the scene go down, but one glare from your boss was enough to make them suddenly very interested in their plates and glasses.

You felt rage coil up inside of you. He had no right to say those things about you, to touch you, to press his slimy lips to your skin. If only you had this interaction on the street, you could have taken a swing at him, and-

“If you ask me, he’s the rat. Certainly looks the part.” You looked up to your boss, who gave you a worried expression.

“You okay, sweetheart? I know it never gets any easier dealing with that kind of nonsense.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I think- I just need a minute.”

“Sure thing. I’ll take over for a bit. You can hang out in the back- no one else has a shift for the next couple of hours, so it’ll be empty.”

“Thank you. I promise I won’t be long.”

“Take all the time you need, dear.”

You gave her a weak smile before escaping to the employee room. Stepping into the bathroom, you gripped the sink tightly, knuckles turning white. You felt dirty. You needed to purify yourself, get the man out of your mind, off of your body.

Turning on the sink, you pumped out an excessive amount of soap and began scrubbing your hands together. It wasn’t enough. You scrubbed harder, nails beginning to scrape the skin. A wave of nausea overcame you as you replayed the moment he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You continued to scrub, hoping your memories would wash away, but it wasn’t working.

A soft knock on the door startled you.

“Y/N? You’ve got some guests,” you boss called, waiting for you to respond.

Oh, right. They must be here.

You turned off the water, roughly drying your raw, scratched-up hands. You grabbed a pair of gloves from your pile of things, hoping they would disguise your actions. Normally, you only used the gloves when you were on dish duty, but this was a special case. Hopefully, your boss wouldn’t notice, and if she did, she wouldn’t say a word.

Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of Jayce, F/N, and Viktor all seated at the counter.

“You ready to go back?” Your boss asked, still deeply concerned.

“I think so. If anything comes up, I’ll call for you. Thank you,” you replied, voice breaking ever so slightly. She retreated to the back, hoping your friends would be the perfect distraction.

“Hey guys! You all ready for the best drinks you’ve ever had?” you asked, trying to return to the bright mood you were in earlier. Clearly, you weren’t as convincing as you wanted to be, because F/N gave you an odd look.

“Yeah, definitely. What would you recommend? I’m open to anything.” Jayce glanced at the various bottles of liquor behind you, admiring the decorative way they were set.

“I… would also be open to anything.” You turned to look at Viktor, who, for some reason, wasn’t looking you in the eye like he was yesterday. You didn’t really notice, thoughts still primarily elsewhere.

“Well, for me, I’d like something colorful and fun. Something that screams happy birthday, you know?”

Your friend’s comment brought you out of your discomfort, if only a little.

“I’ve already got something in mind for you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. I just have to think of drinks for the guys.”

Your shifted your thoughts to different kinds of cocktails, and it didn’t take long to pick one out for each person.

“Just give me a few moments, and I’ll have some drinks whipped up for you.”

Viktor and Jayce began to chat about the bar while F/N watched you work. Something about you was off, but she had no idea why. Perhaps you had a bad night’s sleep, or some customer had been a jerk. Whatever it was, she wished to get your mind off of it as soon as possible.

You flitted around the bar- grabbing one thing here, another there, pouring something in one glass, shaking up something for another. Before you started on Viktor’s cocktail, you hesitated for a moment, thinking of the man from before. You shook your head. One vile man could not ruin an entire type of alcohol for you; you wouldn’t let it happen.

“Alright, here you are!”

In front of F/N, you placed a tequila sunrise, which she seemed delighted with. Jayce was given a piña colada, and Viktor received an old fashioned.

“I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this,” Jayce commented, twirling the little umbrella you had placed in his drink.

“Well, I figured you’d probably never had such a frilly drink at one of your fancy galas. It’s a classic,” you said, watching Jayce as he took a sip. His eyebrows raised, and he took a second.

“Wow. I don’t know how I haven’t had one of these before. It’s delicious.”

“Glad you like it.”

“You’re awesome, Y/N! If I ever become rich, I’m hiring you as a private bartender,” F/N said, already making good progress on her drink.

Once again, you could feel your previous discomfort slipping from your mind, the only reminder being your gloved, irritated hands.

Viktor picked up his glass, swirling it gently before taking a sip.

“Is it.. good?”

Out of everyone’s opinions, Viktor’s mattered the most to you.

“Yes, quite. I think I’d like to come by in the future.”

“I’d like that too,” you said, almost too quiet for Viktor to hear it.

“Y/N, how much longer is your shift?” F/N questioned, still happily sipping her drink.

“Ah, should be about an hour, I think?”

“Can we come over to your place after? Pleaaase please please? If you don’t want the boys over, at least have me over! I don’t have class until tomorrow afternoon, so I can stay up late and talk with you! Please?”

You were conflicted. You didn’t want to be alone after your horrendous experience earlier, but you still needed time to process it. F/N had seen you at some of your lowest lows, but you’d rather not expose her to that on purpose.

“How about I think about it, and I get back to you?”

“Okay! I’ll convince you, don’t worry!”

The next hour was spent switching between attending to customers and chatting with your friends. As time passed, your mood improved, and you were warming up to the idea of the three of them coming to your apartment.

“It’s time for you to get off your shift now, right? So, did I convince you? Can we come over?”

“Yeah, alright. Sure. You’ve convinced me. By the way, don’t worry about the drink cost. I’ve got it covered.” F/N cheered, urging you to hurry up and clock out. Viktor excused himself to the restroom while you were busy changing, which was the perfect opportunity for Jayce to suggest an idea to F/N.

“Okay, hear me out. Last night, Viktor seemed flustered when I talked about Y/N. I think there’s a real chance he likes her, and I need to prove it.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m listening…”

“You and I come up with excuses for why we can’t come, and Viktor spends the rest of the evening alone with Y/N. Something’s gotta happen, right?”

The idea sounded a little silly to her. Chances are, Viktor wouldn’t stay long, awkwardly leaving almost immediately after arriving. However, she was curious about what would happen if he did end up staying.

“…okay, I’ll go along with it. If something bad happens and they end up hating each other, this is your fault, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s just be optimistic, okay?”

“If you say so…”

It wasn’t long before you returned, still wearing your gloves, and Viktor shortly after. Jayce cursed under his breath, and then gave you a very convincing apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry. I just remembered that my girlfriend wanted to see me tonight, and I said I’d stop by after checking out the bar. I hope the rest of you have fun, but I’ve gotta go.”

“Oh, okay. Have fun! I’m sure F/N will tell you about all the fun you missed out on,” you joked as he nearly ran out of the bar.

You, Viktor, and F/N left a moment later, and when you made it to the doors of the building, F/N let out an impossibly loud gasp.

“Oh my God, Y/N! My professor wanted to meet with me early in the morning to discuss one of my assignments- I can’t stay, I’m so, so sorry!”

Before you could even question her, she ran off. You looked at Viktor, silent for a moment before speaking.

“…so, do you have anywhere you need to dash off to? You can stay. I don’t mind.”

“I… I would like to stay, if you are comfortable with that.”

You nodded, shyly leading him to your room, unsure of how the night would unfold.

V - Drunken Decisions

-

“Ah… I can see why our apartment was such a shock. This is far more elegant,” Viktor said, looking around as you set your keys by the door. You stopped, looking at your gloves.

“Are your hands cold?”

“…no. I- I’m fine.” Nausea rushed to your core as you peeled off the gloves, revealing your skin which was still a hint red, various scratches covered with dried blood.

Viktor’s eyes widened.

“Are you okay? Were your hands like that all night?”

You wordlessly nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it? I am eh.. not the best at consoling, but I can listen.”

You felt the memories come flooding back, and you knew you couldn’t keep it to yourself.

“Will you drink with me first?” Your voice was weak, wavering as tears threatened to spill.

“Of course.”

“You can sit on the couch. I’ll be over in a moment.”

You trudged over to the kitchen, carefully washing any remaining blood off of your hands. You grabbed the bottle of wine that you still hadn’t put away, taking out two glasses and filling them, admittedly filling yours far too full.

In one hand, you carefully balanced the glasses, while the other carried the bottle. Viktor had already sat himself down on the end of the couch, cane resting on the arm. Silently, you handed him a glass before sitting down and taking a long sip of your own.

It was quiet for a while before you spoke.

“There was this man.”

Viktor looked at you, cradling his wine glass.

“He… he was like any other bad customer at first. Impatient, rude, whatever. But then, he grabbed me. Called me a ‘pretty little thing’. Tried to get me to agree to go out with him. I tried refusing, and my… my boss showed up to help. But before I could react, he…”

You finished the rest of your glass, hot tears now running down your face.

“He kissed my hand. I felt so, so disgusting. My boss, she managed to scare him off, but before he left, he threw some insults at me. Called me filth for being from Zaun.” Your words were less than comprehensible, sobs and shaky breaths breaking them up.

“Right before you guys came, I was in the back washing my hands raw. I just- I couldn’t get him off of me. His lips wouldn’t go away,” you cried, now pouring yourself another too-full glass.

Viktor remained silent, unsure of how to react. He wanted to hold you close, but figured the last thing you wanted was the unexpected touch of a man.

“Vik, am I filthy?”

The shortened name came out naturally, perhaps with the influence of alcohol, but you weren’t in a state to stop and get embarrassed about it.

“No. No, no no. Of course not.” His heart broke a little when he looked into your eyes and saw how disgusted you were with yourself.

“His touch is still on my skin. I can still feel it, and it’s disgusting. I’m vile.” You tried wiping the tears from your eyes, but more took their place.

“Y/N, you are anything but vile. He’s the vile one for daring to touch you in such a way. I- cannot say I’ve ever experienced such a horrible thing, but you… you will recover. I know you will.”

“I can’t,” you said, continuously wiping tears with your sleeves.

“You can. I may not know you as well as- well, as well as I’d like to, but you’re strong. Much stronger than men like him.”

You sniffled, finishing your second overfilled glass of wine. You were quite a lightweight, so this was far too much for you, but you couldn’t care less right now. You just wanted something to make it all go away.

“Could you hold me?”

Viktor was shocked at the request, but certainly wouldn’t deny you.

“If that is what you want, then yes, I-“

You instantly fell into his arms, buried your face into his warm chest, and cried. Awkwardly, Viktor placed his hands on your back, beginning to rub soft circles.

The two of you stayed like that until your tears stopped, until alcohol’s influence began to take you over. Slowly, you peeled yourself off of him, eyes red and puffy. As you looked at the large damp spot on his chest, you began to laugh. A warm euphoria began to take place in your chest.

“This wasn’t how I imagined your first visit to my apartment.”

Curious, he looked at you.

“How did you imagine it?”

A sly smile came across your face.

“It would start out with drinks, like it did tonight. We’d talk for a while, getting into deep conversations and sharing secrets. But then…” You slid onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leaned in slightly, locking eyes with him.

“I’d tell you my biggest secret.”

“…and what would that be?”

“That I have a crush on you,” you giggled before continuing.

“That I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since we met. That when I went to the market with F/N and Jayce, I bought jewelry that matched the color of your eyes because subconsciously, I wanted some piece of you to be on my body. That I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”

Viktor couldn’t believe what you were drunkenly confessing to him. He wanted to respond, to tell you he was going through something similar. To tell you he would love it if you wore that jewelry every day just for him.

Unfortunately, now was not the time.

“Vik, do you have any secrets?”

“I do.”

“Oh? Would you care to enlighten me?” You hiccuped, trying your best to keep your eyes on him. Sleepiness was taking you over, but you didn’t want to miss out on this moment with Viktor.

“How about I tell you another time? I promise that it will be worth it.”

You pouted.

“But Vik…” you whined, cupping his face in your hands.

“Why can’t you tell me now..? I wanna know..” your sentences began trailing off, heavy eyelids trying to shut.

“You need rest right now. I am sure there will be a better time for this conversation.”

Gently, he nudged you off his lap, your protests becoming weaker and weaker. He slid off the couch, kneeling on the floor for a moment. It hurt to do so, but being eye level with you and seeing you drift off to sleep was something he couldn’t give up. When he was sure you had fallen asleep, he leaned in to meet your ear and whispered, his accent much thicker than normal.

“Goodnight, miláčku.”

Carefully, he managed to get up, take his cane, and slip out of your apartment, bathed in moonlight as he walked home.

-

When Viktor made it back, the lights were on, and Jayce was sitting at the counter. He perked up, excitedly going over to greet Viktor.

“How was it?”

“Weren’t you… supposed to be with your girlfriend? Did she get tired of you?”

“Well… I never actually went to see her. I just wanted you and Y/N to have some alone time. So, how did it go? Did you guys have fun?”

“…It’s none of your business.”

Jayce was unable to interrogate further, as Viktor made it to his room and closed the door. He was unsure of how to interpret Viktor’s response, but hoped he was simply too embarrassed to give up any details. Sighing, he retired to his room as well, ready to let sleep take over.

VI - Aftermath

(This chapter includes nsfw content)

-

The next day, Viktor went to classes as usual, completing work and listening to lectures. On the outside, he seemed to be functioning perfectly well.

On the inside, he was a wreck.

The reality of last night hadn’t truly set in until the morning after, and when it did, a thousand questions clawed at the back of his mind.

Did you mean it when you said you had a crush on him? Should he have given you a better clue as to what he felt? What would have happened if you told him in better circumstances, when you weren’t under the influence? Would it be a good idea to stop by your apartment to have a longer talk with you? When would be a good time to see you? What would he say? When he began to think about what would happen if he stopped by your apartment, darker, lustful thoughts took over. They plagued him, making it possibly the most difficult day of classes Viktor had ever been through.

He went back to his apartment in the afternoon, tried to continue work on his research paper, but once again, you absolutely decimated his focus.

Jayce was out at an event with his girlfriend which would last until late into the night, making Viktor completely alone.

Naturally, this did not help stop his darker thoughts from taunting him. He recalled the way it felt when you were sitting on his lap, the gentle pressure against him being just right. Your voice as you confessed your crush was so beautiful, and he wondered how you would sound speaking dirty words to him.

Viktor shifted in his desk chair, his cock beginning to twitch in his trousers.

Your lips were so close to his last night when you told him he was gorgeous. He wanted nothing more than to crash his lips against yours hungrily and shove his tongue down your throat. He began palming himself through the fabric of his pants, letting out small groans. It had been a while since the last time he touched himself, so he was rather sensitive.

He moaned your name, jerking his hips up against his hand. The friction felt good, but he was sure you would feel far better. He thought about you straddling him, sliding him inside of you and bouncing on his cock. Frantically, he undid his belt and wrapped his hand around himself, beginning to pump quickly.

“Ah… Y/N…”

He wondered what kind of expressions you would make as he thrusted up into you, squeezing your hips tightly. God, he needed you. He had never felt such insatiable desire for someone before, and it was overwhelming his senses.

Viktor continued to jerk his hand up and down erratically, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he came undone. Oh, how he wished you were here. He longed to run his hands over every piece of your body, to learn every curve and exploit each and every sensitive spot. His moans grew louder, soft whines escaping when he made it to the tip of his cock only to drag his hand back down to the base.

“Y/N, please…”

As he thought about you coming, your insides clenching around him, his own release came, causing his strokes to slow before stopping entirely.

Coming down from his high, he looked at the sticky mess on his hand.

How was he supposed to face you after this?

-

Your day started much later than Viktor’s, your body refusing to even consider getting up until well past noon. When you finally could get up, you groaned, body cold and uncomfortable from the foreign sleeping location. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, hissing when you unintentionally touched one of your scratches.

Head pounding, you made your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. Slowly, you drank it, memories of last night incredibly faint. When you set down the glass, it was as if it were a trigger to flood the memories back into your brain.

You cursed loudly, covering your face with your hands. Not only were you so incredibly vulnerable with Viktor, so weak and fragile- but you had also told him how you felt.

You knew he thought romance was frivolous. Why would you ever confess to him? His response was probably a polite way to escape the conversation. Not only did you confess, but you completely invaded his personal space, getting unbelievably touchy with him.

“God… what did I do?”

The apartment was completely silent in response, quietly taunting you and laughing at your distraught state.

Thankfully, you didn’t work on Mondays, so you weren’t in any rush to recover from your hangover. You desperately needed to freshen up, so you grabbed some clothes and entered your bathroom, twisting the shower handle to an exorbitantly hot temperature. The pain in your head was still present, but the water running over your body soothed you. Your mind wandered towards Viktor once more, his soothing presence and comforting words. It was embarrassing to have cried in front of him, but he was so gentle with you, and he said the exact things you had wanted to hear.

Stepping out of the shower, you dried off and changed into a t-shirt and a new pair of sweatpants. You took an ointment out of your cabinet, slathering it on your scratches. When you returned to the main living space, you were hyper-aware of how empty it was.

“…I miss you,” you muttered, glancing over to the empty couch.

You longed for Viktor’s presence, but feared seeking it out. Surely, next time he met you, he would tell you that he didn’t feel the same way. The blossoming friendship the two of you had felt as if it were withering away.

Desperate to shift your thoughts to something else, you made yourself a cup of tea and sat on the couch to drink it. The tea was relaxing, but not enough to stop your worrying about Viktor.

You hoped F/N would come over tonight. Sometimes, if she wasn’t too busy, she’d stop by on your day off to chat. At a time like this, you could use her advice.

While you waited to see if she would show up, you decided to bake some cookies. Your cooking skills left something to be desired, but your baking abilities were solid. It didn’t take long to mix up the dough, which you then proceeded to scoop into balls and place on a tray in the fridge. The late afternoon crept into evening, and before long, there was a knock at your door. You opened it, greeted with the exact face you wanted to see.

“Y/N!!! How are you? How was last night?” She made her way into the apartment, eyeing the oven, which was now turned on.

“Are you making something?”

“Yeah, I’m making cookies. Can we sit down and talk? There’s- so much has happened.”

F/N saw the serious look in your eyes, and she instantly moved over to sit on the couch, you following behind.

You recounted the events of last night, beginning with the creepy man you encountered, and ending with how you fell asleep on the couch.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I wish we had gotten to the bar earlier- I could have scared him away. No wonder you seemed off last night.” She pulled you into a hug, which you greatly appreciated. You pulled away after a moment, hoping to hear her thoughts on the latter half of your story.

“So- Viktor. Did I royally screw things up?”

F/N shook her head.

“No, there’s no way. I saw the way he looked at you when we were at his apartment. That man has it bad for you, he just hasn’t acknowledged it yet.”

“Even if that were true- which I don’t think it is- what do I do now? Do I just show up at his apartment and say ‘Hey, sorry for drunkenly confessing my feelings to you, but I wasn’t lying and you should make out with me now’?”

“I’m fairly confident that would work, but I have a better idea. You need to seduce him, make it impossible for him to not make a move. And I know the perfect way for you to do so.”

F/N laid out her plan for you, and you listened intently, only stopping her so you could take the cookies out of the oven before allowing her to continue explaining her plan.

You had a lot of work to do.

VII - The Art of Seduction

-

The plan you set forth was slow and deliberate. First, you stopped by the lab the next afternoon. F/N had assured you Viktor would be here, and she was right. When you knocked on the door, he was the one to open it.

“Hey, what’s up?”

A blush slowly crept up Viktor’s face, but he attempted to seem nonchalant. You could not be tipped off about what he did last night.

“Eh… nothing. Are you looking for F/N? She’s in a lecture right now.”

“No, I was looking for you.”

Your cool, collected demeanor confused Viktor. Had you not just drunkenly confessed to him the other night? He was pleased you were seemingly in a better mood, but couldn’t figure out what caused the immediate change.

“Did you want to talk? About…” He trailed off, and you flinched.

“N-No. There’s no need. I just wanted to give you these.”

You held out a small box of cookies and smiled at him, leaning forward slightly. He saw a glint on your ears and neck and immediately recognized it as the amber jewelry you mentioned. If he wasn’t already nervous before, he certainly was now.

“Made them yesterday. Helped me clear my mind and relax.”

“You didn’t have to- eh, thank you, Y/N.”

As he quickly reached to grab the box, you deliberately let your fingers brush against his. He stopped, nearly dropping the box. Slowly, you dragged your fingers back, then returning your arms to your sides.

“That’s all. I have a long shift at the bar starting soon, so I’ll go. But Viktor?”

“Yes?”

“I meant what I said that night. Every word.”

Viktor wanted to stop you, ask you to clarify, but you were already fleeing the building, unable to keep yourself composed a moment later.

Once you finally made it out of the Academy, you stopped and looked back.

“Please let this plan work,” you muttered.

-

The next time Viktor saw you was Saturday evening. Jayce invited you and F/N over for dinner again, promising that he would be the chef this time. Overall, the evening was fairly similar to the last, the primary change being the meal, which Jayce had decided would be enchiladas.

While he was in the kitchen, you all talked about how things were going- their studies at the academy, your work at the bar. A few times, you gently grabbed Viktor’s arm to stabilize yourself as you laughed. Even worse, you decided to whisper into his ear to make side comments once or twice.

For a split second, he considered yanking you into his room, pinning you against the door and asking if you knew what you were doing to him, how you were driving him insane. His rationality and anxieties won over- first, he was sure that Jayce and F/N would not appreciate the interruption, and second, what if you weren’t doing this on purpose? If he misjudged, and you were just trying to be friendly?

Of course, you had literally told him the other day that you meant it when you said you liked him, but as a man who had never experienced romance before, his doubts were through the roof. Yeah, you had confirmed your feelings, but what if you wished to get into a relationship slowly? If you wished to start out as friends first, and then date later on? Viktor continued to ruminate throughout dinner, but was forced to snap out of it when Jayce suggested that they play a good old fashioned game of truth or dare.

The very first dare that happened was from F/N to you. Viktor had assumed you would play it safe and pick truth, but clearly he had underestimated your bravery.

“I dare you… to sit on Viktor’s lap for the rest of the game.”

What? Viktor couldn’t even process what was said before you climbed onto his lap, sitting with your legs splayed out to the side.

“Sorry, Vik. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Well, I suppose you had to honor the dare.”

The rest of the game was incredibly blurry for Viktor. He was busy fighting the urge to put his hands on your waist, to lift his head and press kisses to your neck. The few times you shifted your weight on him, it took all of his willpower to not let out a groan at the feeling. As soon as you and F/N left, Viktor was shut in his room, left alone with the feelings you were stirring within him.

-

You spent the next couple of weeks making occasional visits to the lab when you knew Viktor would be there. You dropped off several small gifts: baked goods, sketches and paintings, leftovers from the bar, anything you thought he might like.

One day, you arrived wearing a particularly tight crop top with a plain black skirt that went down to your mid-thighs. On the way in, a few Academy students scoffed or made comments like “I could never wear something like that”. It was hardly a risqué outfit, but you still swear you heard one of the students call you a “filthy Zaunite whore” under their breath. It was annoying, but you didn’t let it cut you too deep. Today, you were on a mission.

Today was the day that you were determined to force Viktor to finally make a move. You even wore your amber jewelry, hoping it would stir something in him.

As usual, you knocked on the door, but this time, you were met with a different face. Some Academy student you had never seen before stared down at you, his eyes flickering towards your chest before moving back up to your face.

“…can I help you?”

Suddenly, you felt much more exposed, much more nervous.

“Um, sorry. Is Viktor here?”

“He went to go fetch something. Some paper or equipment. I don’t really know.”

He kept staring at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was attracted to you or trying to figure out how to kick you out. You heard a gentle tapping sound across the floor and looked to your right, where you saw Viktor walking towards the two of you. He looked disgruntled, which you could only guess was because of whatever research he was in the middle of.

He clutched the papers in his hand aggressively, making his way towards the lab.

“Y/N. You did not mention you would be visiting today.”

Odd. Since when had he wanted you to announce your visits in advance?

“I wanted to surprise you, Vik. Are you super busy today? I can leave if that’s what you-“

“No, it is fine. Just unexpected.” His voice was awfully rigid, which concerned you.

“I’m done in the lab, so I’ll leave. See you, Viktor.” The student slung his bag over his shoulder and waved goodbye as he left, but Viktor didn’t even look at him.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“You must truly be clueless.”

His remark felt like a slap to the face. As you spoke again, your voice began to rise in anger.

“Vik, did I do something to you? All I did was show up and you’re calling me clueless, and for what? I was going to-“

Viktor grabbed your hand, pulling you into the lab and locking the door behind him.

“What are you-“

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. It was at least a minute before he pulled away, and when he did, he looked furious.

“You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

VIII - Conclusion

(This chapter includes nsfw content)

-

You looked at Viktor, waiting for him to continue. This wasn’t what you had expected when you showed up today. The kiss was absolutely welcome, but Viktor’s aggressive attitude was confusing.

His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke quietly, anger laced in his voice.

“Have you had fun driving me insane, miláčku? The way you touch me, look at me, the things that you wear- I cannot stand it. Especially not when others are clearly noticing you as well.”

You recalled the student who was eyeing you a mere moment ago.

“Is this about that guy just now?”

He went quiet for a moment.

“…I saw the way he was looking at you. He wanted you, and I cannot have that. No one should look at you like that, no one should be-“

“Vik, shut up.”

You crashed your lips against his, softly biting and sucking on his lips before slipping your tongue into his mouth. It took him a second, but he eagerly joined the kiss, groans escaping him each time you bit his lip.

When the two of you pulled apart, you gasped for air, realizing you had forgotten to breathe.

“I don’t care how anyone else looks at me. I want you,” you said breathily, running a hand through his hair.

“I wanted to drive you insane. I wanted to be the only thing you could think about until you couldn’t take it anymore and made a move on me.”

“I fear all of that effort was not necessary,” Viktor replied, hands now gently resting on your waist.

“I was already obsessed with you before you started all of this. Would you like me to tell you my secret?”

You nodded, whining when he squeezed your waist.

“I’m infatuated with you. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since we met. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. And,” he lowered his voice, thumbs tracing circles on your sides.

“The day after you confessed to me, I could not stop thinking about what would happen if we were to date. I imagined your body, how it would feel, how it would taste. I touched myself to the thought of you.”

“Oh,” you said, which came out as more of a moan than you had intended. You clenched your thighs together, heat growing in between them.

Viktor winced, looking down at his leg. It had been a while since he last sat down, and he desperately needed some relief.

“Let’s go over there.” He pointed to a couch in the far corner of the lab, and you followed as he made his way over.

Very soon after he sat down, you straddled him, pressing yourself as close as possible. His hands trailed over your body, eliciting soft whines from you when he found a particularly sensitive spot.

You felt Viktor’s cock twitch beneath you, and you began to rock your hips against him, which caused a moan to slip from his mouth.

“You like that?” You asked, pressing against him particularly hard.

“I.. mmh, yes… you feel so good, Y/N…”

“Bet it would feel even better like this,” you said before clumsily unbuckling his belt, moving off his lap for a second so you could remove his pants. He lifted his hips to allow them to slide off more easily. They didn’t fall very far, as his brace was in the way, but it was enough for his boxers to be completely visible. Climbing back on his lap, you continued to grind against him, your dripping core leaving a damp patch on his boxers.

He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting up into you desperately. Moans fell from your mouth, and you did your best to continue talking in spite of it.

“Nh.. Vik, I’ve thought about this so much… Hah… I’ve wanted you so badly…”

“I’ve wanted you too… you’re so perfect, Y/N… so, so perfect…”

His pace quickened, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m- God, I’m so close…”

“I know, miláčku, me too,” he said, movements becoming more erratic by the second. A particularly hard thrust caused your orgasm to come down upon you, his name coming out of your mouth like a chant while you rode out your high.

Viktor came not long after, slowing down as your body twitched and the final whines of his name escaped your lips.

Silence came over the room, the only noises being breaths heaved from your lungs.

“I hope you know you owe me a date now.”

“Why, I would be happy to oblige, Miss,” Viktor said, pressing a kiss to your hand. You smiled at each other, deciding both of you would lay there for a while before even thinking about cleaning up or leaving.

The mess could wait.

-

Eventually, the two of you got up, Viktor fixing his pants while you wiped up any particularly… messy areas. By some miracle, nothing had gotten on the couch, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Knock, knock.

Startled, you fixed your hair, patted down your clothes, and went to open the lab door.

“Y/N, hey! I didn’t know you would still be here, I thought I had mentioned to stop by earlier.”

F/N looked at your flushed face and frizzy hair, raising an eyebrow.

“I was going to test something in the lab, but I think that can wait. Seems you have something to tell me.”

“Yeah, I think we need to go to my place and talk over some wine. But first, give me a second.”

You turned to face Viktor, who had made it to the door to see who the guest was. Leaning into his ear, you whispered.

“Come to my place on Sunday.”

He nodded, and you left with F/N, ready to spill the details of your eventful afternoon with Viktor.

Viktor gave a brief recounting to Jayce that evening, purposefully leaving out the more intimate details. All Jayce needed to know was that you and Viktor were going to start dating. Jayce wrapped Viktor into a bear hug, which he pulled himself away from as soon as Jayce loosened his grip.

-

That Sunday, you welcomed Viktor into your apartment, ready to experience your first date with him. Closing the door behind him, your voices and laughter filled the space, creating a warm atmosphere that you now didn’t think you’d be able to live without.

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Nausea was usually something that you were able to overcome quite quickly, you’d just drink a little bit of water and lay down until the feeling subsided. It wasn’t something that would keep you from doing the chores that you promised Chan that you’d do, it definitely would never stop you from making sure dinner was ready for when he came back from the office. Chan worked hard, and although he always told you that you didn’t have to do all that you did while he was gone, you thought that it was the least you could do. 

Today in particular was by far the worst day, and your attempt at swallowing back the bile in your throat as you normally would when you’d start getting that queasy feeling in your stomach was proven pointless. It was a miracle that you were even able to make it to the bathroom in time to lean over the toilet, your throat burning from the acids that came up from your empty stomach as you heaved over the seat. 

Throwing up was awful, but throwing up literal bile was the worst. Your head was spinning and your stomach felt way too tight from the constant retching, the feeling almost making you throw up again. The taste in your mouth was just as bad, and you pushed yourself up off the floor to drink the water from the faucet out of the palm of your hands. Beads of sweat clung to your forehead and you felt absolutely exhausted just from the physical exertion it took to throw up. A quick nap wouldn’t be bad, you’d wake up before Chan got home and you’d have everything done by the time he got through the door. At least, that’s how you planned on things going this evening. 

Of course he didn’t expect everything to be done for him when he came home from work, he didn’t start dating you so that you could be a maid and a chef for him, he genuinely just loved being with you. That didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate it though, and some nights he’d even look forward to it, especially on nights like tonight. The new song he was working on just didn’t seem to line up right, he couldn’t find any source of motivation, he had been at work for hours but he hadn’t gotten anything done. He was annoyed, he was upset with himself, he was hungry, and he was tired. 

“Babe, I’m home.” He called out, kicking his shoes off after walking through the front door, his eyes finally glancing up and looking around when he realized just how quiet it was. Not just that, but the smell of dinner wasn’t wafting through the house… There was no smell at all, which was strange. Your shoes were still in the doorway, perfectly straight right next to his. Maybe it’s just because he was running a little late and you didn’t want to make dinner too early… You must be in the bathroom or something. 

He continued in through the house, making his way to the bedroom and slowly opening it. Now, deep down he knew that he shouldn’t be mad, you were his girlfriend, not his servant, but something about the sight of you curled up underneath the blanket, surrounded by toppled over laundry piles… It was infuriating. You really just decided halfway through that you didn’t want to do it and you just… took a nap. 

“Must be nice…” He said, just loud enough to stir you from your sleep, your eyes slowly opening before repeatedly blinking to get the sleep out of them. “Look who finally woke up? Did you have a nice nap?” You quickly jolted up, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands before looking around, your mouth falling open into a small ‘o’ when you saw him standing there. “Was one basket of laundry too much for you? Huh?” 

You scanned over the piles of laundry, whispering out a curse before scooting across the bed towards them, trying to refold and situate them as quickly as possible. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t feeling well. My stomach’s been acting up lately… I don’t know what’s wrong.” You murmured, grabbing out balls of clothes that were still tangled up in the basket. “I’m thinking… Maybe-” 

“Maybe it’s because you’re lazy?” He cut you off, and your head whipped up fast to look at him wide eyed. “I mean, good god, who falls asleep while folding one basket of laundry?” His head shook as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know what, just go back to sleep. Clearly you can’t even do the simplest of things.” 

“N-No, it’s…” Tears were already stinging at your eyes as you rushed to fold the clothes in front of you. “I just don’t feel good… I don’t know what’s going on… I…” The heavy breathing was causing you to get nauseous again, the feeling of being attacked by him for something that both he and you didn’t even understand. He didn’t even know what was going on, he was never home, and now he was coming down on you. 

He yanked the shirt out of your hand, throwing it back into the basket before picking it up off the floor and carrying it to the door. “You think I don’t get sick? I still have to work. You’re just being ridiculous.” He mumbled, dropping the basket on the floor right outside the door. “It’s whatever though, just go do what you do best. I guess I’ll make dinner tonight after working all day too. Fucking fantastic.” He kicked the basket across the hallway before stepping out and slamming the door behind him. 

The sound of kitchen utensils being slammed against the counter and the fridge being opened and shut forcefully could be heard throughout the house, the constant loud noises causing you to jump, and you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to though, you wanted to talk to him because whatever was going on was starting to scare you. You had never been this sick for this long, and you didn’t have any other symptoms, it was just the random bouts of nausea. 

Suddenly the smell of ramen was filling the air, and you would usually love the smell of it, but right now it had your stomach turning as every single scent of the different spices filled your nose. “Chan…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off of yourself and heading out of the room. The smell hit you harder now and you covered your mouth and your nose, gagging silently as you moved into the kitchen and turned off the burner much to Chans surprise. 

“The hell are you doing?” He muttered, lightly swatting your hand away to turn it back on, and now just the sight of the red broth boiling in the pot had you retching. “What’s your problem?” He grumbled, moving you to the side as he stirred the contents in the pot, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, leaning over the sink and throwing up, the force behind it sending the bile shooting out of your nose. “Hey! Hey what’s… hey!” He shouted, turning off the burner once more and standing behind you, holding your hair away from your face with one hand as he rubbed your back. 

“Fuck…” You sighed, turning on the spicket and washing out your mouth before grabbing a napkin to blow your nose. “I think I’m dying…” You whispered, a shudder running through you as you dropped down to the floor, leaning your forehead against the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your entire face was covered in sweat and you could barely catch your breath, that alone scaring you even more and causing you to breathe even heavier. 

“C-Calm down, it’s going to be okay.” Chan said, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hands firmly cupping your cheeks to look at you. “How long have you been sick like this?” He asked frantically, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. Your shoulders shrugged as you mumbled out a soft “a while” in response. “Jesus Christ… okay. We’re going to the hospital.” 

You laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, hating the fact that you were there but thankful for the lack of IVs. The doctor had taken a couple blood samples and those were the only needles that you had needed for the time being. Now you just wanted to relax, and as tired as you felt, the words that Chan had said earlier had you keeping your eyes open. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling this way? Hmm? You told the doctor it’s been going on for a month and a half almost… How could you not tell me?” 

“You’re always at the office… you’re always working…” You muttered, balling up the blanket in your hands. “I don’t like bothering you while you’re working. You’ve got more important things to do than dealing with me.” You sniffled softly, quickly rolling over onto your side to face away from him, tears trickling down from the corner of your eyes. 

“What are you talking about? You’re extremely important to me, babe.” He cooed, not even bothering to try to roll you back over to face him, instead scooting the rolling chair around to the other side of the bed so he could see you. “All you have to do is call and I’ll come to you, I love you…” 

Your lips pulled together into a thin line as you looked past him. “I should have just laid in bed… went back to sleep and died. It’s what I do best…” He sighed heavily, knowing that those words were only in your head because of what hr had said earlier. He already felt awful about saying them, but now seeing you here like this, he felt even worse. 

“I don’t want you to do that… I want you to be here with me forever…” He whispered, reaching out to caress your cheek, his touch feather light against your clammy skin. “I’m sorry I spoke to you that way earlier… But once we find out what’s wrong and when you get better, I’ll make it up to you. Okay? I promise.” 

The knock at the door came and the doctor peaked in, a wide smile on her face as she waved to both you and Chan. It was a strange expression considering you literally thought you were on the brink of death, maybe she was just trying to lighten the mood before delivering the news. “So the results came back.” Chan nodded his head, his breaths becoming quicker as he waited for her to continue, clearly impatient. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.” 

You blinked a few times, your mind struggling to process the information that was just given to you. Chan was also shocked into a state of silence as he stared at the doctor who was still smiling just as bright. “A baby… Is making her feel like this?” He questioned, and she simply nodded, walking closer to the bed and pulling a sheet of paper off the clipboard she was carrying, the words morning sickness printed in bold letters across the top and underneath a lengthy article about it. “Well… how… how far along is she? Why is she throwing up so much?” 

The doctor giggled lightly as she slipped the clipboard under her arm. “She’s about 4 months right now. Morning sickness can come at any time and it can be just nausea, or it can be actually getting ill. It depends on the person. I’d recommend setting up an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible though, just to get you in the system.” She nodded her head, backing up towards the door. “Congratulations again. Whenever you’re ready, you can head on out and sign the release forms at the front desk.” 

Once she was gone, Chan swiveled the chair back in your direction, still slack jawed at the unexpected diagnosis. “Well… You’re not dying, so that’s good…” He said softly, and then, as if the news had fully processed in his mind, his lips slowly pulled up at the corners, his hand holding onto yours as his thumb brushed along your knuckles. “I know this is unexpected… But I know we can do this… I love you, I know already that I want to have a family with you… and there’s nothing wrong with starting a little bit early…” He chuckled softly, standing up and helping you to your feet. “We’re going to be fine. Let’s get home and relax though, take a nap, I think you’ve earned one.”  going to be right here with you the whole time.”

Jisung

“Pookie butt!!” Jisung called from the living room while you were in the bathroom, waiting for you to come out before he continued. He was standing in the doorway, pulling on his shoes, waiting for you to come out to say goodbye to him. Once you emerged from the hallway and ran over to him, his arms were immediately around your hips, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I’m gonna be sleeping at the dorms tonight, I’ll be working late and I know you hate when I come in at weird hours, you get all panicky and scared.” 

“I do not!” You retorted, pushing back against his chest lightly as you looked up at him, but the smile he was wearing never failed to soften you up immediately. His laughter had you giggling along with him, burying your face in his chest as his hands lightly squeezed your sides. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t come at me swinging a baseball bat one night because I came in at 3 in the morning. You almost killed me, pookie poo.” He teased, and you couldn’t even deny it because it was the truth, and while you had apologized profusely for it for an entire month, now you were able to laugh about it with him. “You gonna be okay though? You gonna be able to sleep without the best boyfriend in the world laying beside you? Hmm? Can you do that? Do you need me to come home tonight?” 

“I think I’ll manage.” You said between little fits of laughter, grabbing his jacket from off the hook and handing it to him before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, the one thing that would certainly keep him from teasing you for at least the next 30 seconds. “What time do you think you’ll be back home though? I’m gonna run to the grocery store and get some of your favorite snacks, nothing but the best for my hard working man.” 

His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at your words, and he quickly kissed you again to try to distract you from noticing it. “This is why you’re the best girlfriend, best pookie poo, my one and only schmookem boops.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, clearly procrastinating, he hated having to leave you, especially if it was over night. “I’ll try to be back by the evening. We can eat some ramen and watch movies, hmm?” You nodded your head in agreement as you opened the door for him, giving him one last kiss before saying goodbye. 

That night you had started your period, and you had fallen asleep with your fingers crossed that the cramps wouldn’t be as bad as they usually were when you woke up. Of course, you weren’t that lucky, and when you did wake up in the morning, it was like your cramps were your personal alarm clock. You could barely even roll over to get out of the bed, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone walk through the grocery store. 

You hated getting your period, it was a pain in the ass in every single way, shape, and form. It had completely slipped your mind that you were due for it, and you didn’t have any pain medication to even slightly reduce the pain from your cramps. You were practically bed ridden, curled up in the fetal position under the blankets, your breaths labored as you tried to get through each one that came so frequently that you weren’t even able to get a break. 

Just the simple task of getting up to get a drink of water left you doubled over in the middle of the kitchen, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to breathe your way through it just to get to the couch. Tears pricked your eyes as every minute your stomach would tighten up and your back would ache and you’d try your best to maneuver into a more comfortable position, but it seemed that there was no way that you could lay to rid yourself of the pain. 

You had tried to call Jisung, but his phone went to voicemail each time, clearly busy with work and you didn’t want to keep bothering him. You hoped that at some point he’d just call you back before he got home and you could tell him what was going on and ask him to bring you some ibuprofen. The only thing you could do at this point was try to sleep through the pain. 

When the door unlocked, you slowly opened your eyes, smiling up to Jisung as he walked through the front door, kicking off his shoes and going over to you. “Looks like you’re already ready for movie night. I’ll just get the snacks, you stay comfy.” He made little finger guns as he made his way to the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he searched, and if he had answered the phone he would know what was going on, but you didn’t expect him to be so upset about the lack of snacks either. “Where are they?” He called from the kitchen, and you slowly sat up on the couch, looking over the back of it to see him. 

“I didn’t get to go to the store today.” You said, the bright fluorescent bulbs that hung in the kitchen burning your eyes as they glowed behind him, so you quickly laid back down, keeping your eyes shut to try to fight off the headache that threatened to come. “I’m sorry… I just… I’ve been cramping and my head hurts so bad… I couldn’t make it to the store.” 

“Really?” He posed the question, and you thought that for a second he would show some sort of concern like he usually would, but instead he came back into the living room, standing over you as you laid curled up in the fetal position on the sofa. “You really didn’t go to the store because of a couple cramps? There’s girl idols that literally do entire dance routines when they have their periods and you couldn’t walk? Boohoo. Come on, get up. Let’s get the snacks.” 

He reached out to grab your hand, but you quickly pulled it away, your eyes opening just enough to glare at him. You weren’t used to him being so insensitive, and maybe he had a bad day at work, maybe he couldn’t sleep well last night, but whatever the reason, he had no right to practically insult you for not feeling well. “No. I’m in pain, and if you want to go get your fucking snacks so bad, then go get them… But you can go right back to the fucking dorms when you’re done shopping.” You snapped, pulling the blanket up around your face and closing your eyes. 

“Fine!” He retorted loudly, his hands flying up in the air with annoyance as he walked away from you. “But I’m getting really fucking tired of you using your period cramps as a reason to get out of doing literally anything. It isn’t even that bad.” It was like he was trying to piss you off, and it was working really well. He didn’t know shit about the way you were feeling, and for him to assume that you were acting just to get out of going grocery shopping was infuriating. 

“Would you just get the fuck out already?!” You shouted, only for your words to be followed by the door slamming shut, your headache only worsened by the sound of it. You hadn’t even gotten your medicine, and now you were alone once again, and the cramps were only getting worse, and now you were in pain and upset. 

“Weren’t you literally just back home?” Bangchan questioned when Jisung walked through the front door, and he could only assume that the oldest was talking about the fact that he hadn’t even been gone for more than an hour, and when he had left he had excitedly announced that he was having movie night with you. “Did you get Y/N the medicine she needed? She sounded really bad over the phone…” 

Jisung stopped in his tracks on his way to his own room, turning to look back at Chan. “What are you talking about? She called you?” He inquired, slowly walking over to the couch where Chan was sitting. “What did she say?” Obviously he was worried about you, and the only reason he didn’t run back into the house and apologize was because he was embarrassed. He felt like shit for going off on you, and he knew that you’d both need a bit to cool down. 

“She called Minho, asked him to bring her some Tylenol or something. She was crying… He felt really bad so he already left.” Chan explained, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jisung. “What did you do?” He could read Hans face clearly, and while he wasn’t one to be nosy, he did want to make sure that nothing too serious had happened. You made Jisung happier than anyone else ever could, and he didn’t want that to be ruined for his friend over something small. 

“M-Minho?” Jisung stammered out the name, his hands running through his hair as he grew even more anxious. “Why would he go? That’s… That’s not his place… H-He can’t do that.” He was becoming frantic as his fingers continued to run across his scalp, becoming tangled in the strands that got knotted. “And she was crying?!” 

Bangchan nodded slowly, knowing that nothing he said or did would be able to calm him down now that Jisung was like this. He was practically spiraling and the only thing he could even attempt to do was tell him that it would be okay, although he was sure he wouldn’t believe him. “Look, if you’re so worried, then just go-“ But he didn’t even get the chance to finish the sentence before Jisung was rushing out the door, his shoes barely even on as he hopped on one foot down the hallway to get to the elevator. 

Although he knew that Minho meant well by going there to help you, it felt like he had crossed a line that no friend should ever cross. Going over to his house with his girlfriend when he wasn’t there. It was uncalled for, and even if you had called Minho to get you some medicine, Minho should have contacted him first. It shouldn’t matter that he walked out the door on bad terms, at the end of the day you were still his girlfriend. 

He rushed through the front door and he didn’t know how to feel, seeing Minho sitting on the couch with you had anger rushing through his veins, but it’s not like the two of you were cuddled up or anything, you were on completely opposite sides of the sofa. “Was waiting for you to come.” Minho teased, turning his head as far as he could to look at Jisung who stood like a statue in the doorway. 

He completely ignored the older member, moving to squat down in front of you, his hands grabbing yours tightly as he looked up at you with glassy eyes and dampened cheeks. “Why wouldn’t you call me? Why did you call him? Are you going to leave me? I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean what I said… Don’t leave me…” 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him, lifting your intertwined hands to brush the tears from his cheeks. “You were mad… we were mad at each other when you walked out… I didn’t think you’d come rushing back to bring me the medicine. That’s why I called him…” You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched his eyes grow wider, almost like a puppy who was just told they were misbehaving. 

“I was a big dummy… I know how bad your cramps get, I was being an ass. I shouldn’t have compared you to anyone because you’re just… you’re amazing and beautiful and there’s no one else in the world like you.” He kissed along your knuckles before brushing his thumb against them, giving you a sad smile. “Will you ever forgive me pookie schmooks?” 

A sound of disgust came from Minho as he quickly got up from the couch, his face perfectly expressing how he felt. “You two are the cringiest people I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m leaving. Get well, Y/N. Goodbye weirdo.” He said to both you and Jisung, practically running to the door as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. His reaction was just the icebreaker the two of you needed to get over the awkwardness that was felt. 

“Did you… Get your snacks?” You asked nervously, keeping your eyes down, wondering if he’d act out again just from the snacks being brought up, but his head shook in response before it was laid against your lap. “Do you want me to go get them? I think the pill is starting to kick in…” 

“Mm… no.” He hummed, his smile growing wider as he looked up at you. “I just want to cuddle with you and make sure you feel good and stay feeling good.. We can order in tonight… I just want to stay with you.”

[sarah-the-bird-nerd]

Little Bird: Conversations

Note: Okay, so I had no idea the prologue would be so well received, seriously, I am shookith. I hope this chapter is okay, I'm not in love with it but John and the reader needed to have a chat, its more filler I think. I'm also playing with changing the POV just because it feels awkward but that could just be me (I've also played with the idea of switching it from reader to OC but I likely won't)...You'll notice the banner has changed. I've decided that depending on the the time frame we'll have young or older John...anyway I hope people like this.

Warnings: Just my writing skills...

Summary: John and Y/N finally get to have a chat about the soulmate thing...

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since Y/N learned that none other than Lieutenant Jonathan Price was her soulmate and they hadn’t had one moment to discuss it. They had stood in the middle of the base, the copies of the reports that Aunt Kate wanted clutched to her chest, John slowly moving closer to her with his head tilted as if he was analyzing the situation. Y/N’s heart was thumping against her chest as he reached her. She was nervous and didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she didn’t know John, maybe she didn’t know him well outside of what she’d seen on different bases, or when he’d rescued her, but she had a good idea of the kind of person that he was, and her aunt trusted him.

John stared down at her, waiting to see if she would bolt or not. His blue eyes focused on hers, he glanced down at the mark that he could just see through her blouse and nodded towards it.

“Got that this morn’ did you?”. When she nodded, John smirked at her. “Happy birthday then dove,”.

Y/N had started to respond but a siren rang out across the base, and over the PA system came the voice of the comms specialist. “All unit’s report to Briefing Room 10. All unit’s report to Briefing Room 10. This is not a drill.”

John had sighed and was already turning to run, looking back at Y/N before yelling as he went. “We’ll talk later!” Y/N had watched him run, whispering for him to be careful. That had been the last time she’d seen him as his team was off doing God only knows what to deal with the situation. As it turns out, bombing hospitals really gets the attention of the world.

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Three days after his team had left Aunt Kate sat across from her as she picked at her food. “Do you want to talk about it Y/N?”.

Y/N looked up at her aunt, a little startled. “Talk about what?”

Kate rolled her eyes at her niece. “You know what, don’t give me that nonsense.” Kate took a sip of her coffee. “He’s a good one that one, always ready to fight for the cause.” She watched as the young woman pushed her food around but not actually eat it. Y/N let out a deep sigh.

“I’m happy, I really am. I have my soul mark, and I found him right away…a lot of people wait years, I know that I’m lucky. We just…didn’t get to talk and he hasn’t been back, and I just worry that he…won’t be.” She paused for a moment. “I also…well I worry.  I mean, I’m 18 Aunt Kate. He’s what? 22? He’s not going to want me. I have zero life experience, I have shitty parents, who are not happy with the soulmate thing by the way.” She was ranting a bit, and she knew it.

Kate nodded at her niece before reaching out to pat her hand. “I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you that he’s okay. John is a good soldier and a good man if I know him like I think I do, you don’t have to worry.” She said, trying to reassure her niece. After a pause she smiled. “24. He’s 24.”

Y/N nodded before tracing a line that someone had carved into the table, her eyes flickering up to look at her aunt. “I just hope that I’m enough, you know? I’m not a soldier, I’m only here because I ran from my problems at home.”

Kate hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “You are here because I asked you to be, you’re good with computers, and you’ve proven to be useful. You didn’t run from your problems Y/N, my brother and your mother are…difficult and I don’t blame you for wanting to escape them. As for you being enough, that soul mark says that you are, you wouldn’t have it if you weren’t.”

Kate paused. “Getting your soul mark is life changing, it is a lot all at once and then when you find them it’s an even more drastic change, suddenly there’s this whole other person in your life. You managed to get yours and find him in one day, that would be a lot for anyone, you had no adjustment period. Hell, when I finally found Lacey, even I was thrown for a loop. You and John will be fine. Just, make sure when you do talk, you tell him all this.”

Y/N smiled at her aunt before picking her fork up and finally taking a bite. “Thank you, Aunt Kate, for everything.” Kate nodded, satisfied that her niece was eating and not spiraling.

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John was exhausted. The Russians had targeted several ally hospitals and he and his team had worked tirelessly to find the bastards and bring them down. Finally, they had caught them, managing to bring their ringleader in alive and he and his team were free to move on to Laswell’s current location to check in. When the helicopter they were waiting for finally landed he was relieved, he watched vigilantly as his team boarded the chopper before filing in behind them.

For the first time in two weeks, John finally had more than half a second to think of something other than the mission, his thoughts immediately turning to the soulmate that he’d left on base without even having a chance to talk to her about the whole thing. 6 years of not having a soul mark and suddenly she’d been right in front of him, externally he’d been calm but his mind had been all over the place. She was so much younger, she was Laswell’s niece, she was someone he had to protect…and he would. The need to protect her was already there, hell it had been there before he knew. From the day Kate had said her niece had taken it upon herself to deliver some intel and then been held hostage, he was drawn to her, as close as she was to turning 18 and getting her mark, he supposed it made sense.

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Y/N found herself waiting (im)patiently on the tarmac for the helicopter to arrive. She had been sitting in the rec room reading when a Private had come to fetch her for her aunt. When she’d finally found Kate, she’d been happy to learn that John and his team were on their way back, prisoner in hand, and would be landing shortly.  She would have been there anyway as Aunt Kate’s assistant, but with John as a soulmate it was a given that she’d be there, even if the only ones who knew were herself, John and her aunt.

They had been waiting only for 10 minutes when the sound of the helicopter broke through the calm sky. Y/N felt her heart rate pick up as she watched the helicopter touch down, anxious to see the man that was meant to be hers. She watched as two of his men excited the chopper, pushing their prisoner along to where the holding cells were.  She was happy to see that so far, no one looked like they had been injured…except for the terrorist who had a good number of bruises on his sneering face.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she watched John step out of the helicopter, his large frame imposing as he seemed to stretch himself out, rolling his shoulders before walking in the direction of herself and her aunt. Y/N watched him closely for any signs of an injury, but he only looked tired, each step bringing him closer.  With his long legs it took him no time at all to reach them.

Standing in front of the women he looked at Laswell, a serious look on his face as he nodded at Kate.  “Kate, mission successful, we have a shit ton of intel to go through.”

Kate returned the nod. “We’ll discuss it during debrief, Briefing Room 12 in 20.” She said before walking off in the direction of the briefing rooms.

John turned to look at Y/N, she was staring up at him nervously like she didn’t have the first clue of what to do or say. He almost smirked, she was easy to read. He reached out slowly, not wanting to scare her and cupped her cheek.

“Alright Little Bird?” he asked softly.  

Y/N seemed to snap out of whatever spell she was under, her eyes wide at his touch. Slowly she reached up to place her hand on his, leaning into the warmth of his hand. Swallowing she nodded.

“I’m good, you and the team, okay? No issues?”

John nodded, his thumb gently caressing her cheek where he held her. “No one’s broken, we’re all in one piece.” He paused, he didn’t have a whole lot of time before the debrief. “Listen luv, I want to get cleaned up before debrief, but after that you and I need to have a chat yeah?”

 Y/N smiled at him. “Yeah, of course. I’ll probably be in the rec room if you want to come find me.”

John leaned down, kissing her on the cheek before backing away slowly. “I’ll find you luv, go on.” With that he turned and was on his way to the showers. Y/N felt her face turn red before she turned and made her way to her room, changing into more formal clothes before grabbing the book she had been reading and making her way back to the rec room.

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Y/N had been so lost in her book that she hadn’t even noticed when she was being stared at an hour and a half later. John watched from across the room as she was engrossed in her book. She was seated in one of the armchairs, legs flung over the sides as she read, her face changing with the words that she read. Her face showed him everything, nothing was hidden, and he didn’t think she could hide her expressions if she tried. She was tiny compared to him, barely over 5 feet and that just made him want to protect her more.

He moved closer carefully, not wanting to startle her. He was only about 3 feet away from where she was sitting before, he spoke. “Good book?” Y/N jumped a bit at the sound of his gruff voice. Turning to look at him, she stuck her bookmark between the pages as she looked him up and down. He was now in jeans and a military T-shirt, a knitted cap over his head.

Y/N looked down at the book for a moment. “It’s not bad, a lot of angst though, I’ve probably cried six or seven times already.”

John smiled at her. He could see her crying into a book when it got sad.  “I was thinkin’, we should grab something from the mess hall and find somewhere to have that chat.”

“Yeah, that…sounds like a great idea.” She was nervous and he could tell, her body language gave her away. They would have to work on that, if she ever got into a bad situation again, he would need her to be able to bury the emotions deep so she could fight back if the situation called for it.

John offered her his arm as she stood, she stared at him for a second before slipping her arm through his and letting him lead her in the direction of the mess hall. It wasn’t far from the rec room, and they made quick work of grabbing a tray and getting their dinner, John refusing to let her carry her own as she protested behind him. He smirked at her and simply held her tray just a little bit higher.  Instead of grabbing a seat at a table John led her outside, taking her to a secluded area that he often went to get away. It wasn’t anything special, just a little alcove hidden between the mess hall and an aircraft hangar.

Y/N looked at the spot in awe, she’d struggled for a week to find a spot where she could just be alone, a challenging feat on any military base. “You’ve been here all of what? Two hours and you’ve found the one spot where there aren’t people?”

John let out a chuckle, sitting himself down on the grass with a groan. “It’s not my first time on this base luv.” He picked up his tray and stuck a fork full of what was supposed to be mac and cheese into his mouth. His face crinkled at the unpleasant taste. “Fuckin’ hell.”

Y/N had been about to try it herself and decided against it, instead picking at the salad. She watched him closes as he, despite the awful taste, continued with the mac and cheese, even now, mostly out of uniform and relaxed the man had a commanding presence. His blue eyes met hers and she quickly looked down at her food. John said nothing but the corner of his mouth quirked in a smirk.

John quickly ate his food, used to having to eat quickly and run at a moment’s notice. Y/N could feel his eyes on her and glanced up at him. “I’d say its not polite to stare but I’d be a hypocrite.”

John said nothing, he just reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. “You mind?”  he asked. Y/N shook her head, her dad smoked cigars like they were the only thing keeping him alive and so she was used to it. She watched as he turned himself away from the wind to light the cigar, the movement letting her get a look at the soul mark on his arm.

She hesitated for a moment. “Can…can I see it? Your mark? I know it matches but yours is bigger.”

Holding the cigar in his teeth, John pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. Y/N scooted closer, without thinking about it she had reached out, tracing along the edges, the mark fit both of them perfectly. She stopped tracing the mark when she felt him shudder at her touch, her fingers left his mark immediately.

“Fuck sorry, meant to look, not touch.” She mumbled. He shook his head, grabbing her hand and bringing it back to the mark.

“It’s yours to touch Little Bird.”  She could see the sincerity in his eye and allowed herself to trace the edges of his mark again.

John watched her carefully; her touch was barely there but he let himself enjoy it anyway. She was off in her own world, lost in her thoughts, thoughts of how somehow this very large, bear of a man, was now attached to her very soul.

“Are you alright with this luv? Me being your soulmate?” Despite his confidence as a soldier, the lieutenant was uncertain about how this was going to work, not only was she younger, not by much, but enough, but he was a soldier, one who was quite literally all over the place and in danger daily. It was not going to be easy for either of them. Without a soulmate, he didn’t have to worry about himself as much, now he was going to need to be more careful.

She smiled shyly at him. “I’m happy, I thought it would take forever to find my soulmate and well… there you were, and I know you a bit. Aunt Kate was very happy about it. “She paused. “I’ve been more worried about how you felt about it, I’m not exactly anything special and you have more important things to worry about.”

John frowned, hearing her say she wasn’t special didn’t sit well with him. John moved his cigar to his left hand before reaching out to take her much smaller hand in his. “Luv, I would be lyin’ if I said it was part of my plan, the last couple of years I stopped thinking about getting a mark and finding my soulmate.”

John took a long drag off his cigar. “As for you not being somethin’ special, I don’t want to hear that again yeah? For some reason life has decided that yer perfect for me. That makes you pretty damn special to me.”

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