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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years ago

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Title: Caution to the Wind: PART 3

For Part 1 Click Here and For Part 2 Click Here

Pairing: yoongi x reader ft. Namjoon (brief)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, a lot of first times, Solo (m), Oral (m) (f) receiving, hand job, triggering themes (anxiety attack),

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia @loveyoongles

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS PART IS SOLELY FROM YOONGI’S PERSPECTIVE. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Yoongi:

Yoongi sat there, outside of the music room, his leg shaking frantically, waiting to be called so he could submit his entry exam. He had been working on this beat for months and it was finally perfect. It was a requirement for this music program to pass an entry exam in order to use their studios during the semester. To say Yoongi was nervous was an understatement. He cleared his throat for what felt like the hundredth time. He scratched at his neck, yanked on his ear, and picked at his calloused hand. “Come on.” He groaned under his breath. He had already been waiting an hour, an hour he could've spent with Y/N. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and thinking back to last night. How sexy she sounded when she moaned his name, her glistening core, and her gorgeous body under the flowing shower. “Calm down Yoongi.” He whispers to himself when he feels his cock twitch.

He looks at the music room door, wondering what was taking so long with the student before him. He picked at his hand again, grumbling to himself, flashes of Y/N's pert nipples dancing in his head. He groaned, angry with himself that he was unable to shake her from his mind. He closed his eyes again, thinking back to the shower, her body on full display. She didn’t bother to hide herself the way he did, ashamed that he was once again hard after having just cum. Would she blame me though? Watching her wash her body was probably the second hottest thing he’s ever seen. He was sure to stand sideways, hiding himself as much as possible. “Aren’t you gonna wash up?” She giggled. “Yeah, you just take up so much space.” He teased, hoping she didn’t notice how much she affected him.

“Alright then, I’ll give you your space.” She smirks, rinsing off and ducking out of the shower. Yoongi was sure to peek from behind the curtain to be sure she was fully gone from the restroom before he began to stroke his aching cock. “Fuck.” He whispered, moving his hand quickly over his thick shaft. He couldn’t believe what just happened in that bedroom, couldn’t believe he had just showered with Y/N. Watching her play with herself was probably the highlight of his life. He was sure she would tell him no to his proposition. She was gorgeous, such a catch and he was... well.... him. They had been best friends for years, since they were kids, but that friendship had blossomed into so much more for him. She was his rock, his everything. The literal highlight of his day. How would she react if she found out that he had a growing crush on her? Maybe she felt the same way or maybe he was just fooling himself, either way he was honored she let him see her so intimately.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so gorgeous. I want you so bad. Sss- So fucking hot.” Yoongi whispers under his breath, tugging at his balls. He bites his lip, feeling his body tense, that delicious tug in his scrotum. He moans as silently as he can, his hand working his tip furiously. His mouth falls open when that familiar feeling raptures his body, his balls jumping up right before he turns his cock up to unload his seed onto his stomach. He’s a panting mess, still slowly working his length, moving forward into the water to rinse off.

“Min? Is your name Min?” Another student calls from across Yoongi, snapping him out of his fantasy. Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he looks over to the student confused. “Are you Min Yoongi?” The kid asks again. Yoongi nods. “Okay then, you're up. The professor stuck his head out to call you.” Yoongi nods again, his cheeks reddening, the feel of his erection against his thigh keeping him from moving from his seat. Suddenly the professor sticks his head out from the music room, “I don't have all day! Is Min here or do I need to move on?” Yoongi throws his hand in the air, grabbing his backpack from the floor and using it to cover his lap as he walks into the music room.

“Major?” The professor asks blandly. “Music Production.” Yoongi grumbles, feeling his face heat. The professor nods, taking a seat and nodding towards the open laptop. Yoongi looks over blankly. “Should I play my track?” He asks. “Well, I surely don’t want you to rap Mr. Min.” Yoongi clears his throat, moving towards the laptop and sticking his thumb drive in. He scrolls through the files, locating his track and playing it for the professor. He begins to nod his head to the beat, calming a bit when he sees the professor do the same. “Should I explain my method?” Yoongi asks. “Assuming I don’t understand music theory?” The professor counters. “No, I didn’t mean....” “You can turn it off.” He snaps, sitting up and scribbling on his notepad. Yoongi swallows hard, turning the track off. He feels his heart racing, waiting for the professor to give him his grade. “I like your work Min. Your mouth not so much. B+. You can expect an email with details on where to pick up a studio scan card on the day of move in. Have a good one.”

“With all due respect sir. I feel like the track is worth more than a B+.” Yoongi scoffs, nervously. The professor nods, leaning back in his seat, “Play it again.” Yoongi moves to play the track again. The professor nods to the beat, leaning forward to scribble down more notes. “Turn it off.” He demands. Yoongi stops the track, staring at the professor. “B-.” The Professor declares. “What! Are you insane? Do you know how long I worked on this? I could sell this right now and make millions.” Yoongi word vomits. The professor smirks. “Like I said Mr. Min. I like your work but your mouth not so much. I like the beat, but it isn't perfect. If it were, you wouldn’t be here trying to get your degree would you. You’d be out there making said millions. Now can I assume that you still want that B+ or are we settling for a B-.”

“What an asshole!!” Y/N shouts when you meet up with her and describe what transpired. “It’s fine. I took the B+. At least I passed the entry exam.” “That’s fucked up Yoon. You should report him.” Yoongi sighs deeply, holding open the door to the burger joint you both decided to eat at. “It’s fine really. I met a cool kid after. We exchanged numbers.” “Oh?” She stops suddenly. “Yeah.” “A girl or....” Her voice trails off and Yoongi’s eyes pop open at the realization of her assumption. “No! A guy,” Yoongi laughs nervously, “Namjoon. He’s taking Music as well. Passed the entry exam also, so we talked about possibly working together in the studio. I got good vibes from him.” “Well look at you making college friends already.” She teased, walking to the line to order. Yoongi shook his head, digging his hands into his pocket for his card to pay for the meal.

“You think I should go home tonight? Talk to my parents.” He asks, the pangs of guilt gripping him. “Finally ready to say sorry. Do you want me to come with?” “I didn’t say all that. I was just thinking maybe I’d try again to get them to see things differently.” “I feel like that’s a great idea Yoongi. If it feels right, then you should go for it.” Yoongi smiles watching Y/N order for the both of them. She was so supportive and knowing he could count on her made him feel confident. So confident, he moved towards her, waiting for just the right moment to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She giggles when he pulls away. “What’s that for?” She asks. “Being amazing.” He shrugs, moving forward to give his card to the cashier. “Sorry sir your card has been declined.” “Excuse me? That’s a mistake, can you please try again.” Yoongi swallows hard, shoving the card back at her. She swipes again and the machine beeps. She looks up at him and shakes her head. “It’s ok. I got it. Maybe the machine is messed up.” Y/N offers, pulling out cash.

You both take a seat and wait for your number to be called. “Hey, you ok?” Y/N asks but you are too busy reading and re-reading the text from your mother. ‘Yoongi, until further notice, you have been CUT OFF.’ “Yoongi! Hey!” Yoongi finally looks up at Y/N, swallowing hard and turning his phone to her. “They cut me off. Its why my card didn’t work.” He mumbles, staring down at his feet. “Holy shit! What the hell?!? How could they!!” “I knew they were pissed but.... it's fine. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change anything. I’ll just get a job and work nights to pay for myself this semester and then apply for a scholarship next year. I can do this! I’m fine. It’s fine.” Yoongi assures her, even though it's really himself he’s trying to assure. His heart begins beating rapidly, the throws of anxiety slamming his entire body. “Can we walk?” He blurts out suddenly, a cold sweat hitting him. “Yeah of course.” Y/N jumps up just as they call your number. Yoongi runs out the restaurant, Y/N running to catch up with the bag of food in her hand.

“Talk to me Yoons, you look sick.” “I can't breathe.” Yoongi confesses, his lungs feeling heavy with every breath he takes. “I just need to sit.” He says suddenly, plopping down on the side of the street, gasping for air. Y/N begins to wipe away the sweaty hair his forehead, but it only annoys him. “Please don’t touch me ok.” Yoongi shouts. “I’m sorry. Of course. Yoongi, please, take a deep breath. I think you're having a panic attack.” Yoongi feels sick, his stomach turning and heart racing. He drops his head between his knees, gasping for air. “I’m ok. This is ok. I can do this.” He whispers to himself. “Yoongi, you need to go talk to them.” Y/N whispers and with that Yoongi yells out to the universe. Everything inside him boiling over, tears flowing in succession with his struggled breathing. “I knew they were mad but fuck!” He throws himself into Y/N’s lap, who immediately rubs his back, rocking him back and forth. “It’s ok Yoongi. I’ll help you through this semester and we can come up with a game plan for next year. I promise you're not alone. This is a minor hiccup in what is going to be the best four years of your life.” Yoongi hears everything she’s saying but all he wanted to do right now was feel sorry for himself, he had no use for logic, logic he can use tomorrow. Today, right now, he wanted to hate them and himself.

“You ready for this?” Y/N asked, the both of you standing outside of your parents' home. Yoongi only nods. “Let’s get this over with.” Yoongi puts his key in the door and attempts to turn it, but it doesn't move. “They changed the fucking locks!” He shouts. “Calm down. Remember what we talked about. You get more bees with honey than vinegar.” “Sure. Honey.” Yoongi responds, slamming his fist on the door. “Jesus Yoongi!” “Fuck them!” He snaps, slamming his fist on the door again. They don’t get nice, not after the stunt they pulled. “Hey! Open up. It's your son! The one you disowned but an hour ago!” The door swings open and Yoongi’s father is standing before you both. “Son.” “Father.” “We have much to discuss, perhaps better without Y/N here.” “She stays or I go.” Yoongi was not up for negotiating. “Fine. Come in.” Yoongi nods to Y/N to follow him in. “You can have these back.” Yoongi declares, giving his father the old keys. “Yoongi, please understand that we wish it didn’t come to this. You still have time to change things. A simple major switch.” “I don’t want to switch majors.” “Maybe study Medicine and minor in music. Compromise.” “I don’t want to be a doctor.”

“Son. We want what's best for you.” “By cutting me off and leaving me to sleep in the streets?” Yoongi shouts. “You’re always at Y/N’s house!” Yoongi’s mother shouts from the kitchen. “You never make it, so I want to be here! Always pressuring me to be someone I am not! Why can't you just love me as I am?” Yoongi shouts at her. “We do love you as you are son, but music is not a future.” Yoongi’s father inserts. “I’m good at it. You just need to believe in me.” Yoongi all but pleads. Yoongi’s father sighs and Yoongi can see the ice chipping away. He drops to his knees before his father. “Appa, Jebal.” Yoongi feels his father's hand on the back of his head. “NO,” his mother screams, “You have one week to get out! You can go stay with Y/N until you move to the dorms. No compromise.” “Mrs. Min, please. He’s your son.” “Yes Y/N he is, and he has brought me no greater dishonor than this. Now, no more talk. Please leave.” Yoongi feels his heart break into a million pieces, and he makes his last plea to his father. “I’m so sorry Yoongi. Here, take this.” He digs in his pocket, handing Yoongi cash, and kissing him on the forehead. “You must go. Your mother will have it no other way.” Yoongi nods, standing up, tears burning to unleash. “May I gather some things?” He asks his father. “Of course.” His father replies. Yoongi bows and quickly moves towards his room.

“Help me grab some of this stuff.” He tells Y/N. “Yoongi, wait a minute ok. Maybe we can talk to them some more.” Yoongi gives a pained chuckle, knowing she means well. “It’s over Y/N, I can give your mom this cash for letting me stay with you guys for a bit or maybe I can ask for an early move in date with the school, but this isn't an option anymore. So, please, grab the keyboard and the laptop. Let me get a bag.” Yoongi packs as much of his equipment as he can along with clothing and he and Y/N make their leave. “Son!” Yoongi hears from behind him. “Wait!” His father runs up to him. “Please, here, I like to put away extra cash just in case. You know we love you, but we have bigger dreams for you than you may have for yourself. If things get to be too much trouble, call me. I love you.” Yoongi’s father hugs him and hands him a rolled-up wad of cash, running off back into the house. “Let’s get a cab. This is too much to lug around on a bus.” Y/N offers. Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead looks back at his home, hoping to see someone in the window. I’ll prove them wrong; He thinks. I’ll make them proud of my decision. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” Y/N cuts into his train of thought. “Don't be. Just, thanks for being here with me.” He isn't sure if he could've been as strong if she weren't with him. “I’m always here with you Yoons. Let’s get to my place. We can eat and talk to my mom.”

“Okay, so turns out my mom is pulling an all nighter at the law firm working on this huge case so she won't be home tonight, but we can talk to her tomorrow.” Y/N explains, tossing her phone on her side table. “No problem. Thanks for calling her, maybe it's better to just talk tomorrow. We can sleep on everything that happened today. I’ve been looking up information on emergency housing and early move in dates for the school ever since we got here.” “Why?” Y/N snaps. “Well maybe because I'm currently homeless.” “Yeah, but not really. My mom isn't going to say no to taking you in Yoongi.” Yoongi can't help but laugh. “It’s one thing to spend a couple of nights but not to live. Besides what happens when you get a boyfriend, or I get a girlfriend. I don’t think either will be happy with us sharing a bed.” Yoongi scoffs. The idea sounding stupid as it leaves his lips but still something he should bring up. Their arraignment was just temporary, and knowing this, he felt the need to remind himself often to keep his feelings at bay. “Yeah, well we don’t have either of those things right now so who cares about that,” She rolls her eyes, unabashedly changing into her pajamas in front of Yoongi, while continuing her rant, “For right now let's talk about you staying here at least until we move into the dorms. Now, I’m going to crash because it has been an eventful day. Try to get some sleep at some point.” Yoongi nods, watching her crawl into bed, ass on display in her red thong, his mouth open. “I'm just going to work on some music and then I'll come crash.” He assures her, wondering if this was the new normal. Seeing each other nude, changing in front of each other, soft kisses just because. He cleared his throat, trying to shake the idea from his head to focus on music.

Two hours later, Yoongi rubs his eyes, shifting uncomfortably in just his boxer briefs. He really should get some sleep, he thought, seeing it was already 2am. He stretches his body, looking over to the bed at Y/N fast asleep, cuddling a pillow, her lips slightly parted. Why is she so pretty? He groaned, sliding his hand over his face. He released a sigh, opening a private window on his laptop. He looks over at Y/N again, still fast asleep. He clears his throat gently, typing in his favorite porn site. His cheeks heat with slight embarrassment. He shouldn’t feel as dirty as he does. After all the things they’ve done together, he should feel confident enough to wake her up and tell her he’s feeling needy, that after the day he’s had, he just wanted to cum. Unfortunately, he isn't, he’s still so shy, not to mention the fact that her taking control and talking dirty to him was such a turn on he thinks he may have a kink for her dominating him. He groans again at the thought, his cock slowing coming to life. He clicks on the sites search bar, typing in blow jobs. He looks over at his sleeping friend again. Coast is still clear. He begins scrolling through the recommendations, trying to find the perfect video. He needed someone who looked just like his sleeping Y/N.

He scrolled and scrolled, the anticipation building inside him, until finally he found a video that was close to perfect. He clicks it immediately, no longer able to contain himself. He bites his lip watching the girl on the screen bob up and down with ease, never losing eye contact with the camera. Yoongi felt his body heat, his cock fully hard now and peeking out the thigh of his underwear. He leans forward, covering his mouth to keep from moaning at the sight of this woman work. She soon removes herself from her boyfriend's cock, stroking it gently. “You like that baby?” She asks and Yoongi can’t help but nod in response. “God.” Yoongi whispers when the girl quickly bobs on her boyfriend's cock again, faster than before. He has never had a blow job in his life but just imagining what it felt like had Yoongi’s blood on fire. “Ready to swallow my cum baby?” Her boyfriend asks. “Shit.” Yoongi whispers, palming at his warm erection against his thigh. The feeling so amazing he could swear he feels it riding up the back of his head. He moans a bit, rocking his hips, his headphones sliding forward. “Shit.” He whispers, going to grab them when he realizes, they aren't falling off but being removed from his head by Y/N.

His mouth drops open and he scrambles to close his laptop. “I.... uh.... I'm sorry.” He panics. “Why?” She asks, lowering herself down to her knees. Yoongi’s eyes slowly widen. “I.... uh.... because.... wha- what are you doing Y/N?” He asks a little whinier than he’d have liked. “Trying something new.” She whispers, leaning forward to lick at the precum that has collected onto his thigh. Yoongi can't help but jump a bit, taken back by her actions. She’s so confident and forward. He wonders if she knows how much it turns him on. “Y/N, you're so sexy.” He whispers, moaning when she wraps her lips around his drooling tip. She suckles a bit before letting go the feeling jolting through Yoongi’s entire body. “Take off your underwear.” She instructs. He jumps up quickly, tugging down his underwear, his cock spring out. “Such a gorgeous cock.” She teases, licking her lips. “Ohhh, fuck.” Yoongi mewls, desperate for her. She smirks, moving forward, wrapping a hand around his length, stroking gently. “Oh God! Just like that.” He pants, his head rolling back. “Ask me.” She whispers with a flick of her wrist. “Wh-what?” “Ask me to suck your cock.” Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat and he whines a bit at her command. “Please.” “Please what Yoongi?” “Please Y/N, suck my cock.” He begs, his cock twitching in her hand, lust flooding his vision. She smirks up at him, positioning herself between his thighs. She once again wraps her mouth around his sensitive tip, suckling on it softly. “Ah, fuck. That’s so fucking good.” He pants.

Yoongi grips the arms of the chair, trying to keep from losing his shit further. This was real and fuck it felt so good. He couldn’t help but stare at her work. How focused her movements were, how her hand held the base of his cock steady while her wet mouth worked his length, drool dribbling down to his pelvis. He was so happy her mother wasn’t home to hear the desperate, needy moans that fell from his lips. The same moans that seemingly fueled her to bob up and down on his length, taking more of him into her warm mouth. She was so fucking wet, hollowing out her cheeks and then relaxing her jaw as she worked his manhood. Yoongi moaned as softly as he could, gripping the chair, sure he would rip them off at this rate. He desperately wanted to hitch his hips upwards, the feel of her uncontrollable drool pooling under his balls had him wanting to grab her hair and guide her further down but he didn’t want to push things. She soon removes her mouth from around him, a soft whine escaping his throat when the cool air touches his hot cock. “Do you like this? Am I doing it well?” She asks. “Yes. It’s so good. So fucking good.” She smiles at his response, licking a long stripe from the base of his cock up to his tip. The blatant teasing driving him wild, he just can't help but hitch his hips forward when she licks another stripe up his reddened member. She chuckles softly, looking up at him with lust in her eyes. “Can I touch you here?” Her free hand tucking under his scrotum, massaging at his balls. Yoongi’s head falls back, this was something he loved to do to himself but to have her do it to him was something that he never imagined happening.

She wasted no time waiting for his response, instead, gobbling his cock up again, bobbing quickly up and down all the while massaging his balls. “Fuck! Y/N, this feels so fucking good. You’re amazing! Tug on them. It feels good when you tug on them.” He instructs, so overcome and no longer worried of what she will think of his neediness. His body felt so warm, and his cock was harder than it had ever been. She gently tugs at his sack, and he cries out, not caring how loud he is. Something flips in her and she relaxes her throat a bit, allowing for more of Yoongi’s dick to slide into her throat. His legs falling apart a bit to aid her. Was she really trying to deep throat him? The thought sending him into overdrive, feeling a tug deep in his balls. “Fuck, Y/N, if you keep this up, I won't last.” He groans, sucking a breath in through his teeth. She comes up for air, unable to take all of him. She shakes it off, not taking much of a break, bobbing again on as much of him as she can, using her hand to stroke the parts of him she can't reach. Yoongi gasps, the feeling so overpowering, he can't help but thrust up into her working mouth. “Just like that, ohhhh fuck! I’m really not going to last. Ohhh God. Fuck. Y/N, please. I need to cum.” He grips at the arms till his knuckles are white. She shakes her head at him, and his eyes widen at the realization that she's EDGING HIM!!?!

He drops his head back with a long-drawn-out groan, trying to think of anything but the burning need to cum. His mind goes to water and how much he hates getting wet. That one time in middle school when he came home early and his parents where fucking on the couch. He grimaces at the image. His need to blow his load slowly dissipating. He looks down at Y/N diligently working and the need to cum comes back with full force when she locks eyes with him, sucking and stroking like her life depended on it. “Ohhhh, no no! Water, ice cold water.” He groans, closing his eyes tightly. She stops what she's doing, drawing Yoongi’s attention back to her. She removes her sleep shirt, her perfect tits on display. Yoongi can't help but reach down and touch them, rolling her perky nipples between his fingers. “You’re so sexy Yoongi. So good for me. You wanna cum baby? You can cum now, just let me know when you're going to cum ok.” She instructs. He nods, panting like a dog in heat. She takes his length in her mouth again, bobbing and stroking so fast, it doesn’t take long for Yoongi’s orgasm to build up. He moans her name over and over, his abdomen tensing, his balls tightening. “Now, now baby. I’m gonna fucking cum right now.”

She takes a moment to just suckle on his tip, sending surges of electricity throughout his body. “Shit baby, I can't hold on.” He pleads. She moves away, stroking his cock with one hand, and lifting her tits up with the other. “Cum on my tits. I want you to so bad baby.” She pants. “Fuuuuuck!” He exclaims, placing his hand over hers to stroke his cock, aiming at her gorgeous breasts. He growls at the amazing feeling that surges through him when his prostate begins to pump, that first spurt shooting out of his tip and onto her waiting bosom. She gasps when his warm seed hits her chest. Yoongi pants desperately, moving his cock around to fully cover her in his climax. They both stop moving their hands and she leans in to suckle at the final beads of cum that accumulate at the tip of his cock. Yoongi sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, overstimulation stinging. “Ah it's too much.” He moans. She unlatches and begins to rub his cum into her mounds. Yoongi is so turned on by her display that he reaches down, lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the bed.

Yoongi lies her back on the bed, panting hard as he pulls her red thong off her body. “Yoongi.” She moans out when he drops between her thighs. He’s never done this before, but he’s never wanted to do something more in his life. In this moment, as he buried his nose in Y/N’s sex, if he had to choose between music and tasting her, he would pick tasting her hands down. “Yoongi, please, make me cum.” She begged causing Yoongi to take a deep inhale of her delicious intoxicating scent before his tongue darts out of his mouth, collecting her nectar on his tongue. He moans into her cunt, her taste a swirl of tangy and sweet. “So fucking good.” He breaths against her, resting his body flush against the bed, gripping the flesh of her thighs. She hungrily spreads her legs for him, gripping his locks, and pulling him close to her dripping folds. “Eat my pussy!” She growls, yanking at his hair. “Yes baby, anything for you.” He coos, diving into her wetness. He licks at her gorgeous folds first, swallowing back her juices with deep hungry moans. His mind begins to race. Am I doing this right? Is she enjoying this? Should I use my hands like in porn? “Lick here,” She pants, yanking him away by his hair to point at her swollen bud, “my clit.” He nods, licking her juices from his lips.

He lowers his head between her thighs, gliding his tongue over her clit. A sharp gasp escaping her lips, her back arching. Yoongi’s skin gooses at her response and a surge of excitement courses through him. He begins to roll his tongue in quick flicks over her sensitive bud, the sweet sounds she’s making his reward. “Oh Yoongi. This is so good. Faster. G-go faster.” She gasps, thrusting her hips into his face. He groans into her sex, the feeling of her gyrating against him causing his cock to come back to life. He starts swinging his tongue side to side as fast as he possibly can, his appendage soon growing tired. “Can I use my fingers?” He pops his head up to ask. She’s completely out of breath but nods. “Just don’t put them inside me. I’m not ready for that yet.” INSIDE!! Yoongi’s brain screams. “I... No.... I won't.” He stutters, lowering back down. He brings a hand up, wrapping his mouth around her clit and slurping. “SHIT! Yoongi, oh fuck!” She cries out, bucking forward. Yoongi places his first two fingers on either side of her hardened nub and begins to slide them up and down quickly. The combination of his saliva and her juices aiding his moving fingers. She pants frantically, tugging at his now sensitive scalp, bucking into his face. Yoongi switches between suckling and rolling his tongue against her clit, moving his fingers in succession with his greedy appendage. “Yoongi! Fuck! Oh, Fuck! I’m going to cum.” She cries out, her walls beginning to quake causing her entrance to pulse against Yoongi’s chin.

He hums in approval at the feeling of her fresh juices leaking out on his face, her body tensing with one final tug on his scalp before relaxing. Yoongi finally pulls away when he feels her body relax, lifting off the bed, his massive erection on display. “Come here. Kiss me.” She gasps, arms outstretched. He gently falls into her arms, latching onto her soft lips and swirling his tongue around hers. He moans into her mouth when she grabs onto his cock, quickly stroking it against her abdomen. He tries to pull away, tell her she doesn’t have to, but she wraps her free hand around his neck to keep him latched to her lips. Her hand moves with ease, he’s so turned on, his cock is freely spilling pre-cum. He mewls and moans desperately into her commanding mouth. Her wrist twisting, hand twirling over his tip just how he likes it. He whines now, the only wat he knows how to warn her of his impending climax. His body tenses and his core tightens like it never has before. Before long, he’s grunting against her lips, his cock shooting the best climax he’s ever experienced between their bodies.

She finally releases his swollen pout, kissing him once more softly. “You didn’t have to.” He whispers against her lips. “I know. I really really wanted to though.” She smiles wide, leaning in to kiss him again. “Y/N?” “Yeah?” Yoongi doesn’t want to play games anymore. He just wants to be with her. He smiles softly, fighting against his shyness, the words on the tip of his tongue when he swears, he hears her door close. They both look up frantically at the door. “Shit! Was that your mom?” He whispers. “I don’t know. Shh. Let me listen.” She whispers, arm still wrapped around Yoongi’s neck. “I should get dressed. We both should.” “It’s ok. Don’t freak out. I’m sure she’s not home. She said she wouldn’t be home till the morning.” “Technically its morning.” Yoongi snaps, his heart thumping against his chest. “Just relax.” “Fuck. If she finds out about us. She’s going to freak.” Yoongi groans. “There is no us Yoongi. Just two friends hugging. Even if she walked in, she can't be sure what she saw.” Yoongi scoffs, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “No, yeah, you’re right.” “Exactly. So, what did you want to say before?” “Uh, nothing. I’m gonna shower.” “Ok.” She says, leaning forward to kiss Yoongi again. He closes his eyes even though he shouldn’t. His heart betraying him with a flutter when he knows this is just temporary. He gets up and moves towards the bathroom. “Hey!” She calls his attention. He looks over to her and she winks at him, throwing herself back into the plush bedding.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #suga x you #bts smut #suga x reader

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ancientechos · 4 years ago

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Damn I guess at this point I’m just writing terrible smut for every AU sorry

Nsfvv, not safe for life also, I cannot write cryptids so I’m just very vague about literally everything bye

Takes place some time in the eldritch horror AU which I am apparently going to continue....eventually...this is obviously set in the future though lmfao

Emet-Selch/Arianna ♡ 1155 words ♡ eldritch horror AU

She’d said she wanted all of him, and truly there were few things he doubted more than that. Yet even he is beginning to feel his reason fading into some sort of odd lust as he pins her naked form to the bedsheets, looming over her as she gazes up at him, breathy from kisses.

“Spread your legs for me, my dear, and we’ll see if...” His voice trails off in some sort of helpless groan as she complies immediately, hooking both thighs around him. There’s no thought behind the action nor hesitation, she simply does as if she could not ever think of a reason not to.

They are like puzzle pieces, even like this, she is —

“Perfect,” he manages, clutching her closer to him as he surges and then sinks into her, a harsh exhale as he gathers himself.

“Y-yes — ” She’s breathless as she arches into him, fingers gripping at his back while she presses eagerly to fit against him. Just like before, just like with that human shell he’d worn, she’s absolutely keen and fervent for him just as if he were any other mortal.

All for him, only for him. She’s needy and wanting, languidly moving with him as she moans her rapture.

“Hades — I want...you, I — ”

Can she even see him? Surely, she must. It’s a ridiculous question. And yet still she holds him close, welcomes him, shivers and whines his name as if he were her lifeline in this world.

It might be no surprise she desires his human form. Someone could be bound to find it appealing, after all. It was simply a fluke that she was one such human. But this...? Never before has she expressed any sort of abhorrence or disgust with him, not even fear. No, her eyes even darken with desire in just the same way, everything is the same simply his form is different.

“You are...” For one who enjoys speaking so much, for once he’s lost his words. No matter how he tries to think past the desperate haze that encroaches upon him, the only word that comes to mind is simply her name.

Arianna. There’s nothing else. Just her.

And all she seems to care about...is that this is him, none other. The way she whispers his name is as lovely as any music; only she could sing so prettily for him, cling to him so amorously even as his motions slow and still completely.

“H-Hades...? Why did you s-stop...?” Her voice is dazed as her eyes slowly open, dark eyelashes fluttering as she tries to focus on him even when she squirms slightly in impatience.

Ah...she...

She truly is...

His limbs tremble as he holds her ever closer, as if she might be made of glass. There’s too much welling up inside of him, too many things he doesn’t understand because he’s never felt them and never put the energy into analysing them besides. There’s — there’s no word for this all-encompassing sensation that leaves him bursting at the seams.

It’s nothing bad. It’s simply alien. An emotion from a human. He feels simultaneously full and yet empty, heavy and weighted, as if something is missing from all this.

Tears leave him, something he could have never thought he was capable of. They drip down, trickling onto her cheeks and chest; she doesn’t notice the first time, but when she does, the swirls of want fade from her gaze to make way for consternation.

“Wh-wha...? D-did I hurt you...?”

It’s an absurd question from an utterly absurd woman; even more absurd still is the way she slides a hand to brush fingers along what should be his face. As if she could ever hurt him.

It makes him want to laugh. He does, a harsh, humourless one as he gently shakes his head.

“No, no, not at all, you...you are just...”

He has never met anyone quite like her. There’s not a single word that could possibly describe her.

Instead of answering her properly, he nuzzles against her cheek, pushing and pulling himself into her again. She flushes, makes a tiny sound, and embraces him again, her hands softly petting at him.

“B-but are you okay...? Did I...d-do something wrong...?”

Again with the silly questions. His pace turns deep; he can’t contain a shiver of his own as her limbs lock around him with a breathless moan of delight. Not at all. She’s done nothing wrong. Perhaps too good...

“Y-yes — please — ”

It’s easy to make her forget her queries of him, have her squirming wantonly against him once more — but that only makes the sensation worse, that feeling that he must tell her...

What? That ridiculous mortal notion? Things such as him don’t have “love”. Yet it feels wrong, even obscene to simply call this...all of this...”nothing”. What is he doing, then? Why hasn’t he simply consumed her soul and been done with it? There is not a thing stopping him except for himself. He could have left long ago.

There’s no reason for him to stay in this apartment, bedding her, taking part in her meals, aggravating her friends. And yet he cannot — does not want to — imagine himself leaving her. Or killing her.

There would be even more emptiness if he would. There is not a single other person like her, anywhere. He —

“I love you,” he rasps into her ear, surging against the spot within her that makes her quake and gasp, her fingers clenching against his skin. “You, above all others, are...” He trails off wordlessly, once again finding himself frustratingly speechless.

But she is quick to respond in kind. “Oh, Hades — I-I love you, too — ”

They come to completion together, panting heavily as he pins her to the bed and nuzzles her neck. Strangely he finds his mortal form to be less taxing lately, so he absentmindedly shifts to it as he holds her, pressing kisses to her with human lips.

“Hmm...” The heaviness is gone, instead replaced by pure and utter peace as he breathes in her scent. “Why did you never tell me before...?”

She’s silent for a moment as she lifts a hand to play with his now shorter hair. “H-how could I when I d-didn’t know if you felt the same...?”

“Ah, so you wanted me to simply take again...”

There’s no answer this time, though her quiet huff tells him he’s not wrong. He supposes she got what she’d wanted in the first place.

Sighing heavily, he falls to his side, pulling the comforter about them both.

Even after all this, he truly has not a clue what she sees in him...

#what are tags? i dunno man #this is just too bad to let anyone see so #have awful smut i guess #dont blame me for reading it #i warned you to turn back while you could #sinday #emet selch x arianna #arianna #arianna rowen #w: the dreamer and the architect #fanfic #my writing #other verses #eldritch horror au #nsfvv #sorryyyyyy #mine

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putas-in-suffering · 5 years ago

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#12. “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?” For EZ

This is a combination of two requests, both for EZ #12.

You watched the guys from your spot near the bar, trying to seem inconspicuous but you knew you were failing. The elbow to your ribs said so.

“A picture will last longer, chica.” Your friend teased, eyeing you with girlish glee.

You rolled your eyes in response, unwilling to accept the fact that you’d been so obvious.

“Just go talk to him.” She urged, gesturing to the guy you’d been staring at all night.

You shook your head, your nerves racing just at the mere thought of having to talk to him. EZ Reyes had your full attention all night. You’d been convinced to join your girlfriend at the clubhouse party, unsure if the scene was yours. But upon arrival and one look at the man with the most glorious arms you’d ever seen, you’d happily sat your ass on the bar stool and watched from afar. And despite what your friend was saying, you knew you were being discreet. This game of cat and mouse wasn’t your first, and you’d be damned if you let EZ off the hook.

“I’ve got a plan.” You assured your friend, accepting the beer she handed you. You sat up straight, making sure your dress didn’t ride up your legs as you shifted in the seat.

You turned your back to the leather wearing men, instead focusing on watching the strange man behind the bar with the plastic hands. You were just about to ask him about them when your friend nudged you again, whispering lowly so only you could hear.

“I think he’s checking you out.”

“Really?” You asked in controlled excitement.

“Yep. Most definitely.” She confirmed, a smile bursting onto her face. You inwardly matched her enthusiasm, but remained unaffected on the outside.

“I’m gonna turn back around. You face the bar again.” You instructed, knowing she’d play along. She did as you said and you turned in your seat once again, acting as if you were scanning the room. Your eyes fell on several people, but at the last moment you found his. And he was already staring at you.

You tried hard not to seem bashful and bit your bottom lip, arching a manicured brow in his direction. His eyes followed the movement of your lips, like you knew he would. He smiled at you, the action saying just enough.

You pulled your eyes away from his, taking a long sip from the bottle in your hand. You made a show of licking your lips, feeling his stare still following you. The notion made you shift in your seat, easing the tension settling between your thighs.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You said to your friend, gesturing in the direction of the place you were headed. She nodded, now engaged in a lively conversation with the guy behind the bar.

You stood and adjusted your dress, walking through the crowd with ease. Your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way through the tangles of bodies, making it to the darkened hallway that held the bathroom. You reached for the handle, but the door was locked. You sighed and decided to wait, leaning back against the wall and closing your eyes briefly.

A series of muted thuds made you open your eyes, seeking out the noise. You looked down the hallway and noticed a large man making his way towards you, pace determined. You straightened and gulped, unsure of being alone with a stranger. But the feeling died when you realized who it was.

EZ stood in front of you, his charming smile pulling you under his spell. Up close he was even more gorgeous, the veins and chords of his neck and arms making you literally melt in your panties.

“You waiting?” He asked, gesturing to the closed door.

You nodded, forcing your eyes to stay on his face. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence passed between you both, neither one of you jumping to fill it. You could tell he was admiring you in the narrow space of the hallway too, his practiced gaze taking in the curves of your body in the dress you’d chosen. The way he looked you over made goose bumps pimple your flesh and fire swell within your belly.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” He observed, breaking the quiet. He was leaning against the other wall facing you, legs kicked out in front of him as he crossed his arms.

“My friend brought me. My first time.” You explained, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hope its not the last.”

You smiled up at him, the line unbelievably smooth and effective. “Its not.” You assured him, pulling your hands behind your back. The action caused your breasts to push forward and towards him. His eyes flicked down at the shift in position, his stare just quick enough to not be inappropriate.

It was attraction. Instant attraction and alcohol that made you brave enough to hold his gaze, daring him to look away. He held your stare for a long moment, the tense exchange filled with sexual electricity. It was obvious. And it fueled the next words that left your lips.

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?” You purred, letting a wicked smile frame your painted lips.

He smirked and laughed in response, shaking his head. “Is it that obvious?” He asked, scratching at his goatee.

You joined in his laughter, nodding. “Yes.”

He straightened, his form reaching its full height as he inched closer to you, the humor gone from his voice.“Is that what you want? For me to do something about it?”

You pressed yourself flat against the wall as he hovered over you, invading your space. You licked your lips again, shuddering at the way he gazed down at you.

“Yes.” You whispered breathlessly, your chest heaving in excitement.

His hand angled your chin up and soon he was covering your mouth with his. The both of you became possessed by lust, hands moving rapidly over each other’s bodies. He cradled your neck while you pulled at his leather, urging him closer. When his mouth moved over your pulse in you neck, you moaned. He liked the sound of it, so he ran his lips over the same spot, eliciting the same reaction.

“Please,” You begged, momentarily embarrassed by your neediness. You were pleading with him to fuck you in a hallway. The idea should’ve made you hesitate, instead you nearly came from the anticipation.

“Here?” He asked with ragged breaths, hands running across your chest and to the hem of your dress.

You looked down the hallway, not seeing a single person. You’d been alone for awhile and although the risk was high, you wanted to chance it.

“Yeah, right now.” You affirmed, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand up your dress. You led him to your lace covered slit and then let him do the rest as he traced your opening.

He rubbed his pelvis against your stomach, letting you feel the outline of him. He was big and hard and desperate to be inside you. You were just as desperate to be filled by him, so you moved your hands to his belt and began undoing the buckle.

“Fuck, are you sure?” EZ asked, the gentleman in him showing while his finger was still shoved in your pussy.

“God yes,” You moaned when he curled his finger against your walls, forcing them to contract around him. You continued on with shoving his pants down just far enough, puling his swollen cock free. You quickly licked your palm, coating it in saliva. EZ watched in rapt fascination as you jerked him off, the sound of skin sliding against slick making him groan, head thrown back.

“Shit...” He cursed, hands now flat against the wall behind you. He was using the wall as leverage to support himself, your hand causing an overwhelming amount of pleasure to shoot through his system.

You basked in the moment, taking in the way his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pursed in utter concentration. It was a mesmerizing sight. Your hand continued to move over him until he reached out to stop you, the head already leaking precum. He pulled you into a vicious kiss while he grabbed the back of of your thighs and hefted you into his arms. The move caught you by surprise, but you wrapped your legs around him to stabilize yourself.

He pushed you against the wall as he rutted his cock against your opening. You moved your panties to the side, allowing him to slide effortlessly across your flesh. The sensation was amazing. You threw your head back as he balanced you in one arm and took hold of his cock with the other, pressing it slowly into your opening.

“You okay?”

“Mmmm...” You hummed, words lost on you in the moment. You dug your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around him tighter as he sheathed himself fully, the entirety of his massive cock pulsing like it had its very own heartbeat.

His hips moved fast and deep, making you cling to him for dear life. The repeated ecstasy that shot through you on each stroke was almost too much for you to take. Your entire body wrapped around him as you moved against the wall, feeling the rush of that addictive rapture start to overwhelm you.

“Oh...right there.” You whimpered when he hit your g-spot, causing your toes to curl in your heels. The ripple of every muscle began to grow stronger as you succumbed to the pleasure. You moaned as you shook violently around him, his arms the only thing keeping you upright. You felt the flood release on his cock, edging him closer to his own end.

“Fuck,” He groaned, emptying himself inside you with deep, penetrating thrusts.

His body instantly uncoiled and set you delicately onto your feet, making sure you were steady. You pulled your dress down while he adjusted himself and his pants, the frenzy of the moment dissipating. He turned to eye you carefully, pulling you away from the rough wood of the wall.

“You okay? Didn't hurt you did I?” He asked cautiously, rubbing your lower back in soothing circles.

“I’m fine. More than fine actually.” You quipped, hands once again tugging at his leather kutte. He smiled down at you, making your stable legs feel wobbly again.

“Wanna grab a drink?” He asked, head cocked towards the bar.

“Sure.” You beamed up at him, letting him grab your hand and pull you down the hall. You stopped him before you could get too far, gesturing to the closed bathroom door. “What about the bathroom?”

EZ looked down sheepishly, seemingly caught in a situation you weren’t yet privy to.

“What?” You asked, searching his face for the answer.

“The knob is broken. You just have to jiggle the handle. See.” He demonstrated it for you, opening the door to reveal an empty bathroom.

You laughed at the revelation, a new warmth settling in your chest. “Clever, EZ. Real clever.”

#ask #answered #sucia saturday #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes #mayans mc

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sarahegerton96 · 5 years ago

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My Saviour-Taron Egerton

This is something Ive been working of for close to 3 weeks, final work count is 11′500 words approx, hope yous enjoy it :)

Y/N:

“Goddammit all to hell! Y/N!”

My boss’s voice rang out through the office, and out of the corner of my eye I saw several people wince at the tone. I kept my face blank even though I wanted to do the same thing, dreading going into his office. I took a silent, deep breath as I pushed away from my desk and walked into Mr. Walker’s office.

“Yes, Mr. Walker?” I kept my voice neutral, knowing it was the safest route. My eyes widened as I took in the scene on his desk, knowing this was bad. Oh, so very bad.

Spilled coffee covered the posters spread out on his desk, posters that he needed for a presentation he’d been working on for months for a huge client.

Of course, when I say he’d been working on them, I meant the team he bullied around. He’d been bragging about this client since the moment they were assigned to him, telling anyone who cared to listen- and many who didn’t- that this one was sure to land him a promotion and an office upstairs. So naturally, he had other people do the work for him.

Chester Walker was what I liked to call a brilliant idiot. He couldn’t do any actual work with any intelligence, but he somehow figured out a way to keep climbing up the ladder. Either he knew exactly how to blame the right people when things went wrong, or his daddy placed money in the grubby hands of the higher ups. Probably a little bit of both.

“I need you to get down to the third level and have them print another copy of this presentation. Run, yell, do what you fucking have to in order to get this to me on time.” He was already trying to clean the mess up off his desk, not looking at me once.

“B-but, sir, it’s going to take at least 20 minutes for those to print again. The meeting is in less than five!”

He looked up from his desk, his thin hair falling over his sweaty face as he glared at me. “Well then you should’ve been down there fifteen minutes ago! Just get your ass down there and bring them up to the meeting when they’re done.”

I snapped my mouth shut, fuming silently as I rushed away to do his bidding. There was no point in arguing that there was no fucking way I could’ve had them reprinted for him on time when he literally just ruined them. He’d only yell some more, wasting both our time. And there was no way I could just tell him to go to hell- I needed this job, as much as I hated it.

I burst into the printing room, and my eyes locked onto one of my best friends. Samantha saw me, and the look on her face must have clued her in to how desperate I was.

“What do you need, girl?”

“Chester just spilled coffee all over his presentation for the meeting that starts in,” I glanced at the clock on the wall, “thirty seconds.”

“Shit,” she muttered. Placing her hands around her mouth, she yelled out to the three other workers down there. “Everyone, drop what you’re doing. Start reprinting Chester’s stupid posters. My girl needs ‘em!”

I relaxed just a bit as she turned back to me with a grim smile, the other workers clacking away on their keyboards to find the project she was talking about. Everyone in the building knew who Chester was. He made sure of that.

“With everyone printing different pages, we can cut the time in half. Sorry I can’t do more than that, sugar.”

“It’s alright Sammy. That’s better than nothing."She sighed and turned to her own computer, pulling up the project in the database history and calling out which pages she wanted everyone printing. I paced back and forth along the carpet, watching the clock tick by second by grueling second.

Eleven minutes later, I was pounding up the stairs towards the ninth floor where the meeting was. I knew it was a risk going into the meeting sweaty and out of breath, but I was desperate to get there as fast as possible. Thank god I wasn’t completely out of shape, or they would’ve found me dead in the stairwell after three of the seven flights I had to climb.

I shoved open the last door, gasping and panting but glad no one in the meeting could see me from here. I leaned against the door, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down before walking at a clipped pace to the meeting room. I knocked on the door sharply and waited for Chester to invite me in- as I knew he preferred.

I kept my breathing as steady as possible while I walked to the front of the room where Chester held court. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, burning into my skirt and blouse that I hoped to god didn’t show how sweaty I was.

"Took you long enough, Y/N. I apologize again gentleman. I’m sure you all know how hard it is to find good help.”

Tittering laughter filled the room at Chester’s words as I stiffly shoved the posters at him.“Careful girl, you already ruined the first set.” Chester’s snide words made my back stiffen and I opened my mouth to contradict him. He raised an eyebrow at me, shooting a glance towards the rest of the table and my mouth snapped right back shut. If I mouthed off to him in front of these people, I was for sure going to lose my job.

“Sorry,” I grit out. I knew had to get out of there before I exploded. I spun on my heels as Chester began his presentation, his nasally voice grating on my every nerve as I mentally eviscerated him.

TARON :

I watched in fascinated rapture as the woman stomped out of the room, steam nearly blowing out her ears. She kept her head high, her hazel eyes flashing fire. Her strawberry blonde ponytail swung quickly, the tips of her hair brushing the small of her back. She was a tiny thing, probably 5'2" without the wicked heels she was wearing if I had to take a guess, and slender with just enough curves to fill my hands.

And fuck, did I want those curves in my hands.

“Mr. Egerton ?”

I jerked my head back to the other side of the table where the piece of shit my company had been dealing with over the last few months was standing.

I merely stared at him, not saying a word. It didn’t take long for him to drop his eyes, and satisfaction filled me. He coughed awkwardly, then continued with his presentation. I tuned him out as my mind drifted back to the woman.

Y/N. I scrunched my nose, thinking that the name didn’t really fit her. It sounded too… delicate. And even though she was a small thing, she had steel in those bones of hers. No, she wasn’t anything like a flimsy piece of lace.

A man a couple seats down to my right was speaking now, and I finally tuned into the conversation.

“As you can see by the charts up on the board, we project that sales would go up by at least 15% with in the next year after implementing said changes.”

“Only 15%?” My voice rang out in the room, and everyone turned to me. “By my math, if all the changes that I expect to be put in to place go well, there should be a 27% increase and that’s just within the first eight months.”

Chester’s face went bright red and he glared at the other man. “Did you input all of the data I gave you David?”

“Y-yes sir, I know I did.” He started flipping though the pages of a folder in front of him, his face pale as he frantically searched for the info.

“Obviously you didn’t.” Chester’s sneer was nasty, and my blood boiled even hotter at the way he was acting. I ran a goddamn tight ship, but I always treated my employees with respect. This was only fire on the flames of the annoyance I’d had with him since the beginning, plus the way I’d nearly jumped out of my chair and strangled him with the way he’d talked to Y/N.

“Enough,” I said harshly as I stood. “I’ve heard plenty. David, come with me.” I turned and walked out of the room without a backward glance, knowing that everyone on my team would automatically follow; as would David. My reputation as a ruthless business man was slightly exaggerated but it wasn’t inaccurate, and I used that infamy to my advantage when I had to.“David.” In the next second the man was hurrying to walk beside me, his mouth opening, probably to make another apology. I interrupted him before he could even begin. “Where is Y/N?”

“Who?” I glanced to him to see him confused, and I realized I referred to her by my own nickname for her.“Y/N.”

“Oh. Um, this way.” He motioned to the left toward the elevators. “She’s three floors below, where Mr. Walker’s office is.”

“What’s her role here?”

“She’s his… assistant.” He pushed the elevator call button.

I turned to my associates. “Gary, Emily, Reid. Go ahead on to the office, I’ll be there shortly.” They all looked at me with a little bit of curiosity, knowing this wasn’t my usual m.o.

“You got it boss,” Gary finally responded. I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring his chuckle as I turned back to David, all of us stepping into the elevator.

“Now why did you hesitate when you said she was his assistant?"David swallowed hard, but kept eye contact. A kernel of respect for him grew, knowing that not everyone was able to do that when I was in a mood.

"Well, that’s what she is. He calls her his 'glorified secretary’ though.” The distaste was obvious in his voice and stamped all over his face. My respect for him grew a few more notches.

“Hmm. Can I see the file?” He handed it over to me without hesitation, and I shuffled through the papers. I found and email to David from Chester, notes about the data for today’s projections. I immediately noticed several important factors were missing, and I quickly figured out that those numbers would have affected the data and given us exactly what was presented to me today.

It was obvious that Chester had failed to pass on all the information I’d needed for David to correctly prepare the presentation. It wouldn’t surprise me to find that Chester had barely done any of the work for this, only wanting to take the credit when all was said and done. I made a noise of disgust in my throat, closing the file and handing it back to David.“Sir?” David was looking at me warily, and I was sure all my rage and frustration was showing on my face. The elevator stopped, pinging to let us know we were on the floor we needed.“Take me to Y/N.”

Y/N:

I slammed another desk drawer shut, taking my anger out on the poor thing. Everyone had been avoiding me for the last half hour. Wisely. I was in no mood to deal with anyone else’s bullshit today. In fact, I was just getting ready to leave early. I didn’t care if Chester got mad at me for it, there was no way I was staying here to help him after he lied and threw me under the bus in front of everyone earlier.

I took my note to Chester to his office, grumbling out loud to myself the whole way. It was a bad habit of mine, but one I hadn’t been able to get rid of.“He’s so freakin’ stupid. I don’t know why he even wants this job, when he doesn’t know anything. I mean, that’s just got to be so stressful. Well I guess if you’re smart it would be, but he’s dumb enough to think that everything is perfectly fine when everyone just wants to wring his fat neck.”

I was just saying the last part as I stomped out of his office, freezing when I noticed David standing awkwardly at my desk with a stranger. David gave me a tight smile, but I barely saw it as I took in the other man.

Standing almost a foot above my own height, he was lean but I could see even through the tailored cut of his expensive suit that he was fit, and probably still packed with muscle. He had a confident and intense aura about him, and my mouth went dry at the look in his eyes as he perused my body from my heeled feet to the tie in my hair holding my ponytail.

His eyes were so dark they looked black, and he already had a five o'clock shadow covering his jaw and cheeks, the black stubble that matched his hair calling to me. My fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and feel the prickles against my skin.

“Y/N, I presume?”

Holy shit. A full body shiver went through me at that voice, deep and gruff with the hint of a British accent. I swallowed hard and nodded, taking a few more hesitant steps towards the mystery man.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Taron Egerton .”

A lightbulb went off in my head at David’s introduction of the stranger, and I stiffened. This was the head of the company for the presentation Chester had been in charge of, and if he was here at my desk, and only after half an hour, that meant the meeting hadn’t gone well. And since Chester had blamed the lack of visual aids on me, I assumed Mr. Egerton was here to berate me for it. I had no choice but to save my ass.

“Mr. Egerton ,” I started as I stepped toward him and held out my hand in greeting. “I would like to apologize for the Y/N in today’s presentation. I hope that my mistake didn’t deter you from working with us.”

He let me finish my apology before taking my hand, and when our palms touched sparks shot through me. I was grateful I hadn’t been speaking at the time, because the effect he had on me would’ve been obvious when I tripped over my words.“No apologies necessary, love”

My eyebrows shot up in confusion at his words, “My name is Y/N."“I know I don’t like it that much”

I felt my face flush, embarrassment and a little disappointment filling me at the blunt words. Turning to my desk and sitting, I replied, “Then feel free to leave.”

I shook my mouse to wake up my screens, focusing on them even though I could feel him staring at me. It was probably irrational of me to be sad he didn’t like my name, since I didn’t either, but I couldn’t help it.

“David, wait for me down the hall.” Mr. Egerton ’s voice brooked no argument, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as David immediately did as he was told. I snorted a tiny bit under my breath at his obedience; I wouldn’t be so easy to order around.

Mr. Egerton walked around to my side of the desk, spinning the chair so that I was facing him. He bent down to get closer, his words low but commanding.

“You’re going to have lunch with me. I can already tell you want to fight me, but I wouldn’t suggest it. I have no problem putting you over my shoulder and spanking that ass if you do."His words made me bristle and warm all at once, the mental image of his threat enticing me and pissing me off at once. I could feel the tip of my nose turning red like it did when I was holding back my anger.

Pushing against the floor, I rolled the chair back and out of his hands so I could stand, grabbing my purse angrily.

"I’m going to go with you so that you don’t cause a scene, but don’t think for one second that I want this,” I grit out so only he could hear. This office was open and full of gossips, although fairly harmless ones.

He let out a low laugh, and the hairs on my neck raised in appreciation of the sound. Traitor body, I thought to myself as I stormed past Mr. Egerton towards the elevator doors. I punched the button and waited, listening to him and David talk behind me.

“Although your charts were wrong, they were not incorrect David. You weren’t given the information you needed, so your data was off by no fault of your own. Give me your email address and I will send you the correct information. I expect to see the updated charts in two days.”

“Yes, sir.” David sounded a tad confused, reflecting my own thoughts. Why would the owner of a giant corporation want to deal with someone lower on the totem pole? Usually men of Mr. Egerton ’s status thought they were better than all that, preferring to deal with the higher ups.The elevator doors opened and he followed me in, leaving me trapped with him in a big metal box. His scent enveloped me, and I took a slow deep breath to really appreciate it. It was something smoky with a hint of freshly cut wood, and I only wanted to get closer, imprint it in my mind forever.

Shaking my head to get myself together, I turned to the man who’d somehow managed to discombobulate me without even trying. “What am I doing here, Mr. Egerton ?”

“Please, call me Taron .” I made a non-committal noise, and his mouth twitched, a ghost of a smile appearing for a moment. He moved closer to me, backing me into a corner and placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

My mid was telling me to push him away, but my body had different ideas. My pulse quickened, beating hard in my veins as his dark eyes captured my own light ones.

“I can see you want to fight me Y/N, and I like that. But I have an offer you can’t refuse."I paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You’re really going to use that on me right now?”

He chuckled and stepped away from me, breaking the tension. “I know, it’s cliché, but I couldn’t help myself.”

With that one sentence, I learned something about Taron . He was intense, but a bit of a goof underneath that. I wasn’t sure why that made me instantly more comfortable with him, but it did. I finally relaxed, but crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at him, still expecting an answer to my previous question. His eyes flicked down to my cleavage, now more pronounced by my crossed arms. A sliver of satisfaction filled me at the heat that flared up in his eyes before he snuffed it out and got to business.

“I want you to come work for me.” His tone brooked no argument, but that wasn’t the kind of person I was. I didn’t follow commands like a dog, and I wasn’t going to start with him no matter how delicious he looked and smelled.“No.”

TARON :

I stared down at Y/N, hiding my shock at her answer. I was trying to avoid looking at her tits again, because I wanted her to know I was serious about this. I didn’t want her here with that shit head Chester. I wanted her in my space, around me. All the fucking time. It was a little disconcerting how suddenly this need for her had consumed me, but fuck if I was going to try to fight it.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“Oh really? You mean like Chester?” I knew it was a dick move, but I wanted to get my point across. “You would rather stay here and take the blame for all his mistakes? Let him walk all over you?”

“And what’s the alternative here? You want me to come work for you, where I’ll probably end up spread out on your desk or under it, sucking your cock while you try to have a conference call? I’m not an idiot, and I don’t want my life to end up like some trashy romance book!”

My dick throbbed painfully at the images she painted for me, and though I was guilty of wanting just that, I wasn’t the kind of man to expect that.I crowded her against the wall again, ignoring the ping of the elevator saying we’d reached our floor. I spoke in a low voice, so she was the only one that could hear me if other people were around.

“Although I’d love to have those pretty lips surrounding my cock, that’s not what I meant. I see your drive, your passion, and it would thrive in my office instead of being stifled here in this one.” I stepped back and turned to leave the elevator, ignoring the looks of the couple of people standing outside watching. “Let me know if you change your mind, Y/N.”

That woman was so goddamn stubborn. It’d been nearly a month since my visit to the office, and she had avoided speaking or seeing me at all costs. My takeover of the company was almost complete, although only two other people knew that it was happening. I hadn’t said anything to Y/N, but after I bought that company out I was going to promote her.

I didn’t want her to think I was doing it because I wanted her under me. And I didn’t want her to think I was using that to get her to like me. Not after all the gifts I’d tried sending her that she’d sent back in the same day. Every time I’d gotten the gift back, I’d grinned and chuckled, storing it away for later. She was going to accept the gifts someday, whether she knew it or not.

I had noticed though that in the last basket I’d sent, she’d taken out a caramel chocolate bar. I’d smirked, loving that she’d given a tiny piece of herself away even if she didn’t know it. I was desperate to know her, to get inside her head and figure out what made her tick.

Of course she was beautiful; that was obvious. But with every spurned gift I only yearned more to know her. And today, I was going to make sure I got exactly what I wanted.

Today was the meeting for all the staff, to tell them about the takeover and introduce to them their new owner and overall boss- me. I knew exactly what changes I was going to be making, and I knew some people weren’t going to be happy about it but I didn’t give a fuck.

“We’re here, Sir.” My driver’s words brought me out of my head, and I nodded crisply. I didn’t wait for him to open my door, reaching for the handle and letting myself out. I headed into the building, glancing at my watch to make sure I would walk in at the precise time. I got in the elevator, doing my best not to think about the fact that last time I was here I had Y/N in here with me.

I stepped off onto the 5th floor, making my way to the meeting room. I heard the voice of the previous owner of the company, Pete, just finishing letting them know he’d sold his company. Stepping through the door, I caught his eye and he motioned towards me.

“I’d like to introduce you to the new owner, Taron Egerton .” Polite clapping followed his words, but I barely heard it. I’d caught Y/N’s eye, and the heat in the air between us was high, her gaze shooting daggers at me. Something I would deal with later, especially seeing as how I was about to flip her world upside down.

“Thank you Pete. I hope your retirement is as enjoyable as you’ve been planning.” He chuckled at my words and shook my hand, waving to the people gathered in the office.

“Good luck with this one!” He chortled and waddled his 72-year old body out of the building. The room went quiet, and I stood looking at everyone until I heard the chime of the elevator in the distance signal his final departure.

“Okay everyone. As you’re aware, I just bought this company. I am a demanding boss, but I am fair. I may ask a lot, but nothing I’m not willing to give in return. If you’re a hardworking employee, then you have nothing to worry about.”

I saw a few surprised glances, and I let the ensuing whispers die down before I began to talk again. I caught Y/N’s eye while everyone was semi-distracted, giving her a small smile and a quick wink that only made her glare harder. I swallowed the chuckle with a cough, catching the room’s attention once again.

“Chester?” The heavyset man stood, a smug smile on his face that I was about to wipe off.“Yes, Taron ?”

I held back the snort at his presumption of using my first name. “You’re fired."Gasps rang out through the room, and Chester’s face went white. I glanced at the crowd, noticing a fair amount of them looked pleased with the new development, even though they tried to hide it. Chester began to splutter, and I cut him off.

"You don’t do any of your own work. You blame other people for your faults. You’ve been stealing from the office and those under you, and I don’t tolerate dishonesty or thieves. Get your shit and go.”

His face turned red, but he wisely held back whatever words he wanted to say. He turned and stomped out of the room, all of us watching as he went. He stepped out of the room, and I turned back to the others with a pleasant smile.“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on.”

Y/N:

Holy shit.

I wanted to clap, laugh, and cheer for this new development. My anger with Taron had temporarily abated, my happiness at his firing of Chester overshadowing everything else.“Y/N.” Taron ’s voice was sure, his gaze pinned on me as I froze in my seat. Oh shit, was I next?I stood on shaky feet, clasping my hands together to hide my nerves as I stared him down defiantly despite the pounding of my heart.

“You will be replacing Chester. If there’s anyone not on the team that you need or would like to move around, come to me and I will take care of it. I would also like to speak to you about your new responsibilities after this meeting is over.” He nodded, signalling that I could sit back down.I fell back into my chair, still processing what the hell had just happened. I tuned out the rest of the meeting while my brain tried to decide what Taron ’s motivation for this was. There were people here who had been there longer, in the actual field of work, that would have been better able to take over than a secretary.

Was this all his way of finally getting me to work for him? Anger rose anew at the thought, his manipulation and secrecy pissing me off. He couldn’t have bothered to tell me he was taking over? I ignored the voice in my head that said I’d been ignoring him so even if he had tried tot ell me I probably wouldn’t have listened.

I sat there fuming for the next 20 minutes, every possible reason for all of this getting worse and worse in my brain. Taron finally dismissed everyone and then motioned for me to follow him. I did so silently, waiting until we were alone to have the conversation that was bubbling inside. He didn’t initiate conversation, the ride in the elevator up to his office a couple floors above silent and vibrating with tension.

He let me in his office first, shutting the door behind me. As soon as I heard the click that signalled we were now private, I let loose.

“What’s the point of this? Are you doing all of this just to get back at me for ignoring you? Are you going to blackmail me with my new job, take it away if I don’t fuck you?”

His face had been impassive at first, but at my last words his eyes darkened and his expression turned thunderous. My words died at that look, my nipples perking against my will as he grabbed me and pressed me against the door, his face coming close to mine.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely Y/N. I promoted you because I know you have the ability to get the job done, and fairly. I know it’s where you want to be. I know that everyone you talk to loves you, and that you will make a fuck of a lot better boss than Chester ever was."His words floored me. "How… how do you know that? About me, I mean?”

His eyes roamed over my face, the intensity bringing a blush to my cheeks. “David is a well of information once he gets started.”

I mentally cursed David, and then myself for giving him tidbits about me when I knew he was a worse gossip than old ladies in a small town.

“One last thing Y/N, and then we’ll get to business.” He leaned even closer, his face tilting so that he could talk directly into my ear. “When I fuck you, it will be because you’re begging for my cock in that tight, sweet little pussy of yours and not because of any goddamn job.”

He pushed away from me and turned, leaving me breathless and wet at his words, my ear still burning from the touch of his hot breath. I watched his saunter over to the chair of his new office before he sat, regarding me with a raised eyebrow.

“Well? Are you ready to get to work?”

I sprayed my new office with the can of air freshener I’d bought last night for the 50th time, trying to get rid of Chester’s scent that had seemed to permeate every corner. I finished the round of freshener, then fell into the brand new chair that had showed up this morning before I got in.

I hadn’t questioned it, only relieved that I wouldn’t have to sit in the same chair as Chester. The idea of that gave me the creeps. I was still getting used to the idea of being in charge of a whole team, but I couldn’t deny the excitement this new challenge brought me. It was where I’d wanted to be all along, and I was so incredibly grateful for all the support the people on my team were already showing me with this being my first official day on the job.

I’d stayed late to make sure that I had everything in order, and pretty much everyone else in the building had already left. I packed up my bag and headed out the door, taking the elevator down to the parking garage. I was mentally running through everything I had to finish tonight before delving even deeper tomorrow, which was probably why I didn’t hear the man shuffling up behind me while I tried to unlock my car door.

A hand grabbed my hair and slammed my forehead into the driver’s side window, pain blasting through my head and making me cry out. The hand tightened in my hair and I dropped everything in my hands to reach up and try to stop it from causing me more pain. I yelped loudly as tears gathered in my eyes while my head was yanked back, the rest of my body pressed against my car by the body of the man behind me,

“You little bitch. You fucked him so he would fire me, didn’t you? And then I bet you took his cock down your throat so you could have my job. Did you spill the beans about my skimming from the company too?”

The nasty voice took a minute to register through the pain, but when it did, I was even more horrified than before.

“Chester?”

His hand yanked on my hair again, and I couldn’t stop the tears from escaping my eyes at that point.

“Fucking whore. Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!”

“Shut up! You’ve ruined everything!” Chester’s voice was high and reedy, panic obvious. I had no idea what kind of trouble he’d gotten himself into, but it sounded like he was scared shitless. It was hard to feel bad for him at the moment though. I just had to figure out how to get out of this situation.

“Chester, just tell me what you need, I can help.”

“I can help,” He sneered in my ear, his breath wafting over my face and making me gag. “How much do you think your boyfriend will pay to get his slut back?”

I was so confused. “What boyfriend?”

He jerked my head around to face him, and I was horrified to see his face covered in bruises, his left eye completely swollen shut and the right bloodshot and full of anger. I glanced down and saw that the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair was covered in a makeshift splint, his fingers purple and twisted unnaturally.

“Taron Egerton , the man you fucked to get my job.”

“I haven’t fucked him!” It was true, but by the maniacal laugh he let out, he wasn’t going to believe it.

“Yeah right. I’ve always known you’d do whatever it took to get that job. And it looks like you succeeded.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he let go of my hair to slap me across the face before I could say anything more. I fell to the ground and curled up in a ball instantly to protect myself from what I was sure to be the beginning of a terrible beating.

I heard a loud thud and crunch and flinched before I realized the sound wasn’t coming from me. I heard some more grunts and odd sounds, and I lifted my head warily to see what was going on. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Chester on his back on the ground with a giant man towering over him, punching his face furiously. At this point, I couldn’t recognize Chester’s face through all the purple and red, blood flowing like crazy.

In the second after I took all that in, my saviour’s voice rang out through the empty parking garage.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her again!” With one more brutal punch, the man turned and faced me, chest heaving and fire in his eyes.

“Taron ,” I whispered out, stunned. He stared at me, his eyes raking over the wound on my forehead and cheek, my skin throbbing when his eyes landed on them. His jaw clenched and he took out his phone, pressing a button and putting it to his ear as he turned to kick Chester in the side a few times.

“E” He paused. “Yeah, the parking garage. Thanks.”

He hung up and turned back to me, holding out a hand.

I stared at it, taking in the blood and swollen knuckles before looking up to his face again. He looked at his own hand, realizing why I hesitated. He swore and then pulled out a cloth from his pants pocket, not even wincing as he cleaned off as much blood as possible. He shoved the cloth in his pocket and then held his hand out again.

“Come on Y/N, let me help you.”

His voice was soft, almost like he was asking me to trust him. And I did, despite the level of violence I’d just seen from him. It was highly possible that Chester was dead, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. If Taron hadn’t shown up, I could be the one laying there on the ground, covered in my own blood.I took his hand, careful of his wounds, and let him help me up. I bent down to grab my dropped purse and keys. I looked back up to Taron , a calm I wasn’t really feeling in my voice as I spoke.“Thank you. See you tomorrow then?” I turned back to my car, my hand shaking so violently I couldn’t get the key into the hole.

“Fuck Y/N,” he growled and swept me up in his arms. I started to protest, but he hushed me with one word. “Stop.”

I automatically settled in his arms, meeting his gaze with questions in my own.“I’m taking you home with me. I need to make sure you’re okay, and you’re in no condition to drive. Please, just let me do this for you. You can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

I shut my mouth, just nodding as I realized I really didn’t want to be alone. I found a weird comfort in his arms that I hadn’t felt in years, if ever. I let him put me in his car just a couple rows over that I hadn’t noticed before and buckle me in, wondering what was going to happen now.

TARON :

We drove in silence to my place, my anger still a burning hot thing inside me while she probably didn’t even realize she was shivering next to me. Thank fuck I’d worked late tonight and drove myself, or else who knows what would have happened to Y/N. The thought of that bastard Chester hurting her made me clench my hands on the wheel. the temptation to turn around and kill that fucker almost too much.

One look over at Y/N though, and I knew I was where I needed to be. I’d already called E, the mystery man on my staff who handled the ugly things like this, and Chester would be given to the very men who’d gotten to him before I did.

Yeah, I knew all about Chester’s gambling problem. He’d been stealing from the company for years to pay his debts, and he’d made a big bet the night before I’d fired him that he had no way to cover now. I would never have imagined that he’d take it out on Y/N though, or I would have made sure he never got near her.

I was feeling the guilt for not protecting her, but it was something I would have to deal with.I pulled into my driveway minutes later, punching in the code to my front gate before driving through and letting it shut behind me. I pulled up to the front door, knowing that someone would move my car where it needed to be eventually. I had Y/N to take care of right now, so the car could wait.

Going around to the passenger side door, I opened it and saw she hadn’t even unbuckled herself. I did it for her and pulled her into my arms again, loving how perfect it felt to have her there. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and snuggled into my chest, and I nearly stumbled at the warmth that shot through me.

I clutched her tighter to me and made it into my house and up the stairs to the master suite in record time. I walked straight into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet seat. I turned the shower on, testing the temperature before I pulled back.

“Y/N?” She didn’t move, still shivering. “Y/N, I need you to look at me.”

Her head slowly moved up, her eyes glassy but meeting mine.

“Hold it together for another few minutes so you can get warmed up. If I leave, will you be okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered and lowered her head again. I stared at her for a few seconds, warring with myself. I didn’t want to push her too hard, but I didn’t want her going into shock either.

“Alright. I’ll just be right outside the door so if you need me, just shout.”

“Okay.” Another small whisper, but she was responding.

I hesitated, but walked out the door and shut it softly behind me. I listened with my ear to the door, and I let out a sigh of relief when I heard movement and the sound of clothes hitting the tile. The sound of the water changed a minute later, and I knew she’d made it in.

I began to pace the carpet, fuming about the events of the night. My right hand throbbed with the memory of punching that asshole in the face, and I didn’t regret the bruises already forming.A sudden weird sound had me pausing, and I strained to listen. When I heard a second choked-back sob echo in the bathroom, I was opening the door and striding in there without even thinking about it. I pushed the shower door open and saw Y/N huddled up on the floor, arms around her knees as she sobbed as quietly as possible.

I knelt down, not caring about the water ruining my expensive suit, and took her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, her body shaking with her tears as she let it all out.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” I repeated those words over and over, holding her tight to me and petting her hair. I was practically vibrating with the need to go and kill Chester, but knowing that Y/N needed me here more kept my ass plastered to the bottom of the tub.

The water had started to cool by the time Y/N lifted her head from my shoulder, her hazel eyes now a muddy colour but no less beautiful for the torment in them. She sniffled and reached up to rub her eyes, clearing them a bit as she finally focused on me. She looked down at herself and I saw a blush rise on her cheeks when she realized she was naked, in my arms, while I was fully dressed and now soaking wet.

Despite the unholy temptation to glance down and take in her body for myself, I kept my eyes focused on hers. I needed her to trust me right now more than I needed to see her bare skin, and I wanted her to know that.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you out of her and into something warm.” I kept my voice soft and reassuring, and I waited for her nod of assent before clasping her against my chest as I stood.She let out an adorable little squeak when I lifted her, and automatically wrapped her legs and arms tight around me. I held back a groan at the feeling of having her pressing against me. I needed to focus on getting her what she needed, not what my body wanted. Desperately.

I leaned over to shut the water off and stepped out, not caring about the water dripping from us as I headed back into my room. I reached behind my door and pulled my robe off the hook, awkwardly placing it around Y/N’s shoulders while I held her.

“You’re going to have to let go of me,” I said in a gently teasing voice.

She hesitated, then loosened her grip on my body. She slid down, and I bit my tongue as she rubbed against my dick that was unmistakably hard. Just because I knew I wasn’t going to be doing anything with her tonight, it didn’t mean my dick knew that. We both ignored him however, and I wrapped her up in my robe while I pretended not to notice her body.I brought her over to a chair and had her sit down. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”

I hurried into my closet and stripped off the ruined clothing, leaving it on the floor to deal with later. I quickly changed into some sweats and t-shirt and made my way back out to Y/N.

Stepping out of my closet, my eyes locked with Y/N’s in the mirror I’d sat her in front of. Her face was still slightly red from her crying, but her eyes seemed to hold more cognizance than before which I was immensely grateful for.

I held her gaze as I moved toward her, letting the silence between us hang there, the tension in the air there but set to the side. I stepped up behind her and lifted my hands, cautiously placing them on her shoulders. When she didn’t flinch or back away from me, I knew she was going to be okay.

“I want to take care of you tonight. Will you let me do that?”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded haltingly.

“I want you to be sure. I swear I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I also want to make you feel good.”

A small, strangled sound escaped her and I suddenly realized how my words sounded. My cock jumped beneath my sweats, and I mentally berated it. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her neck, pausing when I felt her quick heartbeat. Pushing away the sudden desire to clasp a hand around her neck and make her tilt back for my kiss, I moved my hands higher into her hair, beginning to massage her scalp.

Her eyes closed and a blissful moan fell out from between her parted lips. I bit my tongue again, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time tonight. Ignoring the blood rushing from my brain, I continued to massage her head, waiting until she’d practically melted into the chair to take my hands away.

Her eyes popped open when my hands left her, and I smiled at her. “I’m going to get you something to sleep in.”

She nodded and settled back into the chair. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked back to my closet, finding a pair of shorts with a tie and one of my t-shirts for her. After handing them to her and telling her she could go change in the bathroom, I set about making sure that my bed had clean sheets for her. I was just placing the comforter on top when she came out of the bathroom, prompting me to look up at her.

My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of her wearing my old high school mascot shirt- and nothing else. She was holding the shorts in her hand, and gave me a little shrug.

“They weren’t really staying on.” She set them on a nearby chair, and then wrung her hands together as she waited for me to respond.

My dumb ass was still stuck on taking her in. Her long, strawberry hair spilling around her slim shoulders in waves. Her eyes large and cautious. Her braless tits peaking underneath the thin cotton, calling to me. She finally cleared her throat, and I stood up straight from the bed."Right. Uh, well, you can have the bed. I’m going to go out to the couch.”

I started hurrying out of the room, but her grasp on my arm halted me as I walked past her.“Please,” she said in a broken voice that had me turning to face her. “Don’t leave me alone."I shut my eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. "If that’s what you need, then-”

My words were halted by her hand tightening on my arm and pulling me towards the bed. I’ll take that as a yes.

She climbed into my bed like she’d done it a hundred times before and buried herself underneath the blankets. She looked so cosy, so content, that my heart beat hard in my chest imagining what it’d be like to have her in my bed past tonight. In my life.

Shaking those thoughts from my head, I slid in next to her and kept as much distance between us as possible. Not because I didn’t want to curl up behind her and encase her in my arms, but because I knew she’d gone through something traumatic tonight and I wasn’t willing to make her feel like I was pressuring her into anything. even though she’d been the one to ask me to stay, it didn’t mean anything more than that she didn’t want to be alone.

I heard her shift in bed , and I could feel her staring at me. Risking a glance, I saw her on her side facing me, a soft look in her eyes.

“Thank you, T. For saving me tonight, and for everything after. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

I swallowed hard as red began to take over my vision. “I’m glad I was there too, Y/N. But no need to thank me.”

With that, I looked away from her, waiting until she turned onto her other side. I listened to her breathing, noticing when it deepened and slowed indicating she’d fallen asleep. Only then did I turn on my side to face her, studying the hidden lines of her body, the unique scent of her that enveloped me as I lay there, thanking whatever gods existed that I was there at the right time tonight. It was those prayers I fell asleep to hours later, my eyes never once leaving the woman in my bed.

Y/N:

I jerked awake, my heart pounding while I stared at the ceiling as the dregs of the dream I was having faded away in the early morning light coming through the window.Wait, that wasn’t right. I had blackout curtains, so what-

I whipped my head to the side as memories flooded my brain, and my heart softened and sped up all at once to see Taron sleeping next to me, noticing our legs tangled together and his hand laying on the bed between us, lightly gripping the ends of my hair.

The dream I’d been having came back to memory and I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that I’d been having a sex dream about Taron . It was no wonder, when I’d been suffering for weeks to battle my desire for him, and then being surrounded by his scent and presence all night after he’d literally saved my life? Yeah, there was no fighting that now.

My clit pulsed when a vision of T slowly fucking into me from above while my legs were held up by his broad shoulders, and a light moan left me. I was wearing nothing but T’s shirt, and even that was tantalizing. My nipples had been hard since I woke up, and I could feel how wet my pussy was from the dream.

I shifted unconsciously, and I bit my lip as a wicked idea ran though my mind. He seemed to be sleeping deeply enough, maybe if I touched myself just a little to ease the ache, he wouldn’t know?

I kept my head turned towards him so I could watch for any signs he was waking up, and my right hand slid down beneath the blankets to touch my wet pussy. I couldn’t help the small gasp as my fingertips brushed my clit, sending lightning through me.

I paused, waiting for T to wake up, but he didn’t move a muscle. Happy to see that, I continued to slowly rub my clit with two fingers. I studied the lines of his face, the chiselled jaw of his that called for me to kiss it, to feel the stubble growing there rough against my soft lips. Just looking at him and remembering the way his hands had felt on me last night, massaging my head already had me dripping wet. I shuddered as my fingers began to speed up and my eyes closed in pleasure.

“Y/N,” I imagined him saying into my ear. My free hand moved under the shirt I was wearing, pushing it up my stomach so I could squeeze my breast like I imagined he would.I could practically hear him moan in my head, and my fingers moved faster on my clit as my hips lightly thrust into the air.

“Y/N,” Taron said again in my head. I shivered at the sound, how real it was. Something tugged my hair, and the sharp tingles it sent across my scalp hand me moaning. Man, if I’d known accidentally laying on my own hair would have that affect, I’d have tried that a lot sooner!“Y/N, stop.”

My eyes popped open and I froze, little pieces putting themselves together. Exactly how real his voice had sounded. The pulling on my hair. It had actually been him the whole time, awake.I stared up at the ceiling, to embarrassed to look over at him. Fuck, could this get any worse? I still had one hand buried in my pussy and the other gripping my tit, but I couldn’t seem to move.“Look at me Y/N.” He waited patiently for me to gather up the courage. When I did, it was to see him with eyes dilated and full of desire. His body was tight with tension, and one quick glance down had me noticing the giant tent in his sweats.

“I… I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry.” The words fell from me, breaths shaky and stuttered.

“I don’t really think you are. I think you’re sorry I caught you rubbing your pussy in my bed, but I doubt you’re sorry you did it. Are you?”

His eyes blazed at me with need and a challenge. Would I pretend like I didn’t know what he meant, and let this be the end of it? Or…

“No. I’m not sorry.” My heart sped up even more, and I knew he could see the pulse beating in my neck. “I’m only sorry I’m the one doing it, and not you.”

It took a split second for my words to register, but when they did, his reaction was more than I could have hoped for.

A low growl reverberated in the air around me, and in just a couple seconds he was kneeling between my spread legs, everything bared to his sight as he pushed my arms above my head and into the soft bed.

“It’s been fucking torture,” he groaned while he leaned down and nibbled on my neck. “To see you walking around in those fucking pencils skirts and those damn high heels. To need and want you so badly, and not being able to touch you. But now that you’re in my bed willingly, offering up this pretty as fuck pussy to me? Now, I’m going to get my fill.”

He paused to pull back and study my face, looking for any sign I wasn’t on board.“I need you,” I whispered. It was all he needed to hear. Dropping his forehead onto mine, he stayed there for a second, giving me one last chance to back away. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled my body up to meet his, rubbing myself against him through his pants.That seemed to be the last straw. His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, and I moaned loudly when his tongue came out to tangle with mine. He groaned in response, and sooner than I would have wanted he pulled away.

“Now tell me my sweet little Y/N,” he murmured as he sat back on his heels, inspecting me. “What was it that had you stroking that pussy this morning?”

I bit my lip, embarrassment flooding me again. I really didn’t want to tell him I’d dreamt about him, but I wasn’t sure he would believe a lie if I tried to tell one. His hands moved to grip my thighs, squeezing them before bringing his hands closer together, his thumbs stopping when they met the crease between my leg and pussy lips. He stroked the sensitive skin there, telling me wordlessly that he would continue if I answered him.

I swallowed. “I was dreaming about you, and, ohh…” I broke off when his fingers moved closer, stroking my wet lips. Such a light touch, and so powerful.

“Don’t stop baby, tell me about the dream.”

I fisted the sheets next to my hips and pressed up towards him as I continued in a strained and panting voice. “I dreamed that after you climbed into bed with me last night you didn’t stop yourself from pulling me closer. That you, um, rubbed your cock on my ass while you played with me.”

“Mmm, sounds like a good dream,” he said in raspy tones.

“Yeah… this is better.”

“I haven’t even really touched your pussy yet,” he teased.“Please,” I begged, looking down my body at him. “Please touch my pussy.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

I watched hungrily, heart beating wildly in my chest, as he leaned forward and took one long lick through my folds. I moaned, my head falling back onto the pillow while I trembled beneath his hands and tongue.

I was no inexperienced woman, but I had never felt anything like this. I had never been so close to coming from just a few swipes of a man’s tongue. His tongue rasped through my folds over and over, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm until my hands were buried in his hair and my hips were grinding up into his face.

“Please, oh please please let me come.” Words fell out of my mouth and echoed around us in his room. His hands grasped my thighs tightly a second before he took my throbbing clit in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue across the surface and making me burst into a million pieces.

“Taron! Fuck!” My whole body was shaking, jerking under him as he held me down, humming against me in obvious pleasure at my reaction.

I was just barely starting to come down when T pushed himself up and over me, his eyes fully dilated and my juices still glistening on his face.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that. And Y/N, it was even better than I dreamed.”

I flushed under his praise, a shy smile tilting my lips up. “I think I know what you mean.”

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him and tasting myself on his lips. He groaned into my mouth, tilting our heads so that he could kiss me deeper, harder, ratcheting my desire for him right back up.

I pulled away first to look at him. Even though he’d gone down on me and kissed me like he was just seconds away from fucking me within an inch of my life, he still held his hips away from mine. Hell, he was still wearing clothes! The orgasm he’d given me with my mouth had only temporarily satisfied me; I wanted to feel him pumping in and out of me, our skin slick with perspiration as we barrelled towards the edge together.

I moved my hands down his body and grabbed his firm ass, pulling him down tight against me so I could rub against him. The moment our hips met and I shifted underneath him, and strangled sound wrestled itself from T’s throat and his hips thrust hard into mine. A loud cry left me, part surprise and part pleasure at the absolute wildness of the movement.

“Wait, Y/N, I can’t.” He started to pull away, and I wrapped myself like a koala to stop him. I waited until he opened his eyes and looked at me before speaking.“Why not?”

TARON:

Goddammit. Every second she spent wrapped around me was weakening my resolve. She stared up at me with her molten eyes, pleading for me not to go.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you. After last night…” I trailed off, the familiar anger with Chester burning in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose to calm down.A soft hand pressed against my cheek, and the calm I’d been looking for settled over me like a blanket. I opened my eyes to look at Y/N, and saw her eyes full of some emotion I was afraid to name.

“While I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” she began, “I’m not looking for you to be gentle right now. I’m not going to break. Nothing happened to me; you were there to save me. And I need you, T. Remind me what it feels like to be alive.”

I hesitated for just a second, and she saw that. A wicked gleam replaced the soft emotions that were there before, and when she spoke again her words came out on a throaty purr that was impossible for me to resist.

“Come on Taron. Don’t you want to know what it feels like inside my tight, wet pussy? I bet you can slide in all the way on your first try, even though you’re so fucking big.” She moved one hand down and slipped underneath my pyjama pants, finding me bare and hard, throbbing and leaking with need for her.

I couldn’t help the thrust my hips gave into her soft hand, her grip just the right strength to have me leaking more precum than before.

She purred, and continued to talk while she used her heels to push my pants down, baring my cock in her hand to the both of us. The sight was so fucking erotic that I nearly lost it, but it was her next words that made me snap.

“Mmm, imagine all this cum leaking from my pussy baby. Don’t you want to see that? I’m on birth control, so you can come in me if you want.”

“Jesus Christ,” I grit out as she rubbed her thumb across the head of my cock and gathered my cum to taste it. My mind blanked, only one thought going through my mind. “You want me to fuck you Y/N? Fine.”

I yanked her shirt the rest of the way off and flipped her over onto her stomach, tying her arms behind her back before she could say a word of protest. I ran my fingers down from her shoulders the fabric of the shirt, then over the skin of her ass to her thighs, taking the touch away from her right before I smacked the right side of her ass. She let out a yelp and jumped a little, but calmed when I rubbed my hand over the pink mark.

“That’s what you get for pushing me, you naughty girl. You couldn’t leave well enough alone, and now you’re about to get more than what you bargained for.”

I paused for a second, then leaned down and murmured carefully in her ear, “If this isn’t okay, just let me know.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “Please, don’t stop. I love it.”

I grinned and sat back up. I spanked her other cheek a little harder than the first time, and the sound she let out had my cum leaking onto her skin where I straddled her thighs. I leaned back just a little and used my hands to spread her lips apart as much as I could with my legs keeping her tight together, and my mouth watered at the sight of how wet she was, the insides of her thighs shimmering with her arousal. I slid a finger down and ran it across her, then pressed forward into her tight hole just enough to tease her.

“You weren’t kidding, you’re fucking soaked baby. This cunt is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Please!” She wriggled under my hands, trying to entice me to push more than just a finger inside her.

“All in good time, Y/N. Let me play a little with this naughty pussy of yours first.”

A whimper left her and her hands clenched in restraint. God, just seeing her back tense and her skin ripple with goose bumps as I lightly thrust my one finger in and out of her had me growling. I was going to tease her a little longer, but I had overestimated my self restraint.

I wrapped one hand around her bound forearms and pressed down, telling her silently to be still. Slipping my now soaked finger from her pussy, I brought it up through the crease of her ass, swirling the tip across her puckered asshole. My eyes widened when all she did was melt under me, a loud moan filling the moment of quiet. My finger paused there, pressing just a tiny bit as I tested her reaction.

“Um, oh my god, just… shit.” Y/N’s words were jumbled, and if her brain was as scrambled as mine was at this little revelation then I could understand.

“Y/N… do you like having your asshole played with? And don’t lie to me,” I said in a mocking voice as I pressed my finger against her again and relished the way her hips automatically pressed back towards me.

“Yes,” she mumbled into the blankets. I could barely understand her, but since I already knew what the answer was, it wasn’t difficult to decipher.

A low, excited laugh left me. “Oh baby, we’re going to have so much fun together.” I pulled my finger away and loved the way she let out a disappointed sound. Pressing slightly harder against he back, I cam up to my knees and took my cock in hand, pressing the already wet and dripping tip against the spot my finger had just left.

She jerked against me in surprise, and I let another laugh escape me as I pulled away.“Don’t worry, I’m not going there yet. Although I have to say, the way you pressed back against me like you wanted my cock in your ass first, is very tempting.” I moved my tip down to her cunt and notched it against her, pausing for a second while I steadied myself.

“Taron, stop teasing me and just fuck me please!”

How could I deny her when she begged so pretty? With one thrust, I went balls deep just like she’d mention earlier, her pussy immediately pulsing around me as she screamed my name out. It took everything I had in me not to come with her, the fact that with just one thrust of my cock in her had her breaking apart nearly too fucking good to resist going with her.

I managed though, and after a few deep breaths I had enough control to start pulling out of her. Little moaned and whimpers left her as my cock rubbed against her sensitive walls, her body still shaking from the orgasm she was having.

“Shit Y/N, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“Doesn’t matter. S-s-sooo good,” she moaned out as I started to really fuck her, her ass bouncing into my hips and adding one more layer to the moment.

I was panting, my skin burning hot as a film of sweat gathered on my skin, sheer willpower and need for her to come again before I did driving my hips hard and fast against her.

I used my free hand to spank her ass rapid-fire, feeling how she clenched tighter around me with every smack. I continued to fuck her as I took my thumb and ran it back and forth across where we were joined, making both of us moan. Once my thumb was completely coated in both our juices, I brought it back up to her ass and played with her forbidden spot.

“Oh Jesus fuck,” she gasped loudly and threw her head back, her spine arching in pure pleasure as I pressed my thumb inside her. I felt her begin to ripple around my cock again, and my eyes widened while I slammed my hips harder into her, going so fucking deep I swear my cock touched her cervix.

“Shit, are you going to come again from my thumb in your ass?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me so deep with your cock in my pussy and your thumb in my ass. I’m gonna come!”

I pulled up on her bound arms so her chest was lifted off the bed as I drove my thumb all the way in, my cock pistoning in and out of her gushing cunt.

Less than a second later, she was coming all over me, and I couldn’t resist the call that time. I yelled out along with her, coming so hard inside her that I couldn’t even breathe. My cum glazed her walls and spilled out around us as I continued to thrust in and out of her, dragging our orgasms out as much as possible.

I wanted the feeling to go on forever, but eventually we started to come down. We both collapsed onto the bed, and I began to untie her arms, rubbing them to make sure the circulation was going through and she wasn’t injured in any way.

Once I determined she was good, I turned her over and cuddled her into my side. She happily curled into me, humming with happiness with a big smile and eyes closed. We were still panting from exertion, but I’d never felt so replete and satisfied. I hadn’t expected Y/N, but I was sure as hell glad for her.

I knew I was going to keep her around; it was just a matter of convincing her to stick with me. Looking down at Y/N in the soft sunlight of the early morning, watching her as she began to fall asleep in my arms, I knew this was only the beginning for us.

@primaba11erina

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archdukecaleb · 5 years ago

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Freezerburn Week 2020 — Day 3: MMA AU

WordCount: 2000

Weiss restlessly tapped her nails against the sleek, wooden table. Her eyes were never settled in one place as she scanned the establishment over and over again. She could not help but glance at her phone and groan at the time.

I’m still early…

Today she was meeting with someone for a special day out. A date of sorts, though Weiss refrained from referring to it as such.

To be honest with herself, Weiss had not planned on dating anyone for a while. She knew she was out of practice and was only doing this because her friend, Blake, begged her to.

Weiss could not remember the last time she was this on-edge about meeting someone. She generally thought of herself as a confident, competent, and forward-thinking woman. Though, she knew exactly why this particular meeting was so precarious.

She did not like to admit it, but Weiss was not the best at interpersonal communication when it came to finding a potential spouse. Sure, she had met some wonderful people in the past, but it never got to the point where she seriously felt anything for them. After a few months of focusing on her job, she received a much-needed push from her best friend to start actively looking for someone.

It was then that Blake suggested using a dating app on her phone.

Of course, Weiss was skeptical. She was aware of the reputation of certain dating apps, and she had no intention to hook up with anyone for a night. She was looking for something real.

After some help from Blake with setting up her profile and a week or so of using the app, Weiss finally found a match with someone. She was a woman with long, curly hair of the brightest shade of gold Weiss had ever seen, and a pair of absolutely mesmerizing, lilac irises.

From the pictures on her match’s profile, Weiss noticed how warm and friendly she was with everyone. Photos of her with friends and family, along with a few selfies. There were plenty of photos of her in a sports bra and training shorts as well.

Weiss bit her cheek as she caught herself thinking about those photos. Chiseled abs Weiss never knew were attainable on the human form, flawless skin that glistened with sweat, and toned arms with the perfect amount of muscle…

And her name was Yang Xiao Long.

Weiss could not recall any person she had ever known that was more beautiful; more stunning, than this bombshell. She thought she had every right to believe Yang was out of her league, so she nearly leaped with joy when she matched with her.

Since then, she and Yang have had a few conversations. She learned that Yang goes to the gym frequently—as she could have surmised, has a younger sister named Ruby, really loves her family, and has broken her arm not one, but three times.

Weiss genuinely enjoyed texting with Yang, which excited her greatly. She wasted no time in inviting Yang to meet up in person, to which she agreed happily. Now, she waited, still a few minutes early, in a restaurant she and Yang agreed on to have lunch together.

The waiting around only served to make Weiss more anxious. She could not help it when the thought of being stood up crossed her mind.

Oh, God… I am such a wreck.

Weiss sighed as she rested her face in her palm and pulled out her phone. Without even meaning to, she opened up Yang’s profile and marveled at the many photos she had there.

Yang was just gorgeous in every way.

Weiss was so busy gawking at Yang’s photos that she nearly failed to see her sit down across from her. She hastily placed her phone, face down, on the table and met Yang’s lilac eyes with her own.

They’re even more captivating in person…

“Weiss! Hi!” Yang’s jovial voice greeted, “It’s nice to finally meet you in person! I’ve got to say, the pictures on your profile don’t do you justice. You look absolutely beautiful.”

Weiss nearly forgot to pick her jaw up from the floor and allowed a wide, genuine smile to grace her lips.

“Thank you! That’s so sweet of you, Yang. I was just thinking the same about you,” Weiss giggled as her cheeks heated up, slightly.

They had both decided semi-formal attire would be appropriate for this meeting, and Yang did not disappoint at all. She wore a bright sundress that was perfect for the beautiful day it was today and carried a small, yellow handbag to match.

“You’re early,” Weiss commented in an attempt to break the ice.

“So are you,” Yang smiled, brightly, “I wanted to make sure I didn’t keep you waiting, but I guess that didn’t happen.”

“Funny,” Weiss chuckled as she tucked a strand of her white hair behind her ear, “That’s why I got here early as well.”

“Oh! Well, that is very considerate of you, Weiss,” Yang chuckled, “Now, what do you say we order soon. I’m so hungry.”

“Same here,” Weiss agreed as she passed Yang a menu.

The two women looked through the menus for a few seconds before Yang smiled at Weiss again.

“I really love your dress,” Yang complimented, “I think it perfectly matches with your hair and really goes well with your eyes.”

Weiss felt herself blush and tried to hide her smile behind the menu, “Thank you! You are too kind.”

“Don’t hide your smile,” Yang chuckled as she set her menu down, “It’s one of the many things that add to your beauty.”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been complimented this much on a first date before,” Weiss smiled as she lowered her menu.

“I tell it how it is,” Yang shrugged.

The two talked for a while longer before the waiter came around to their table and gathered their orders. Not too long after, their food was on the table and they began to eat together. They talked the whole time, and Weiss found herself become more relaxed by Yang’s presence as time went by.

“So, there I was just sitting there with banana cream pie all over my face and in my hair. And these kids! I swear, they were ruthless. It was the last time I ever volunteer to fill in as a clown at a birthday party.”

Weiss struggled to keep herself from falling out of her seat from how hard she was laughing. She could feel tears building up at the corners of her eyes, and your abdomen was starting to ache.

“I’ve never met a kid who was capable of such evil,” Weiss wheezed as she clutched her stomach.

“They're about one in a million, to be honest. I think most kids are awesome,” said Yang, “But enough about me, I want to hear about the life of Weiss Schnee.”

“Oh! Um…” Weiss thought hard about something interesting she could tell Yang, “My best friend and I recently went to Spain for a vacation.”

“That sounds fun! What did you guys do there?”

“We mostly relaxed at the beaches,” said Weiss.

“Yeah, I’ve been to Spain too, but I didn’t get to stay there very long,” Yang explained, “I never got to see the beaches, either.”

“They were beautiful, but it was always crowded. My best friend thinks it was because there was some big MMA fight there at the time.”

“Oh, that’s a bummer,” Yang chuckled as she briefly looked off to the side, “Do you have a favorite color?”

“That’s an odd segue,” Weiss laughed, “But I guess I would say… either white or light-blue. What about you?”

“Yellow for sure,” Yang chuckled as she gestured to her attire.

Weiss giggled as she leaned forward on the table, “I don’t know what it is about you… You just make me feel so relaxed. I really needed this.”

Yang smiled warmly and folded her hands on the table, “I’m so glad to hear you say that. I’m having a great time getting to know you, Weiss.”

The whole restaurant shook as the door was bashed open.

“Everybody, stay in your seats!” a loud voice boomed.

Yang turned in her seat and watched as two men with knives walked into the restaurant.

“Everyone, just stay calm and put any money and valuables you have in the bag!”

Weiss froze as Yang looked between her and the man that was coming around to each table with a worn-out, burlap sack.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Weiss whispered as she tried her best to hide her purse under the table.

She was surprised to see Yang was unnaturally calm and simply waiting for the man to get to the table.

At last, the man was shaking his bag at Weiss.

“This is all I have,” said Weiss as she dropped a twenty-dollar bill into the sack.

The man curiously looked at Weiss through his black ski-mask, “Wait a second… You’re Weiss Schnee! You’re rich! You’ve got to be hiding something else!”

Without any further hesitation, Yang jumped out of her chair and sent her knee straight into the man’s stomach while grasping the hand with the knife in it. With another swift move, Yang disarmed him and struck his nose with a speedy hammer-fist.

“What the—” started the other man as he prepared his knife.

Yang was on top of him in seconds as she grasped his arm and landed two swift punches to his gut and one directly under his chin.

She dusted off her hands and stood over the two unconscious robbers as rapturous applause filled the establishment.

Weiss stood up with her jaw wide open, “What was that!”

Yang flinched and hastily turned to face Weiss as she scratched the back of her head, “Heh… Did I mention I’m a professional MMA fighter?”

Weiss closed her mouth and timidly held her arm, “You may have let that slip.”

Yang chuckled, uncomfortably as Weiss approached her.

“Yang, you’re bleeding!”

“What?” Yang asked as the cut on her forearm was suddenly made known to her as well as the few spots of red that dotted her dress, “Oh, man! My dress!”

Weiss scoffed and help up Yang’s arm, “You are literally bleeding and you’re worried about a dress.”

Yang waved the injury off, “Nothing a band-aid can’t fix.”

“No, what you need is a bandage and some gauze! This cut is deep! I’m calling an ambulance.”

Soon, the restaurant was surrounded by police cruisers and an ambulance. Weiss watched as Yang’s wound was tended to by a paramedic. As the paramedic finished up, Yang waved to him in thanks and found Weiss looking at her.

Weiss blushed and approached Yang, who was currently sitting on the curb near the front of the restaurant.

“Uh… Thanks for calling the ambulance. I actually could’ve lost a lot of blood,” said Yang, bashfully as Weiss sat down beside her.

“I wasn’t about to let you leave the place without proper treatment,” Weiss chuckled, “Does it hurt much?”

Yang held up her bandaged arm, “Nah, it’s not bad.”

A few moments of quiet settled on the two women as they watched the police haul away the robbers and the paramedics pack up their equipment.

“I’m sorry our date kind of fell apart,” Yang sighed.

“Are you kidding?” Weiss asked, incredulously, “This is the most fun I’ve had on a date ever. And, for what it’s worth, I thought you were very brave.”

Weiss swiftly pressed a soft kiss to Yang’s cheek, causing the latter to blush, lightly.

“It was no big,” Yang chuckled.

“So… A professional MMA fighter, hm?”

“Yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Weiss asked.

“In my experience with dating, I’ve found that being an MMA fighter is a major turnoff for most people… And I really wanted this date to go well, so I didn’t want to risk ruining things. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you.”

“No, I understand completely,” said Weiss, “I wanted this date to go well, too, and I think, for the most part, it did. I hope we can do this again?”

Yang smiled, brightly, “I’d love that!”

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Weiss laughed, “And, if it’s all the same to you, maybe you could save a seat for me at your next fight?”

Yang could not help herself and pulled Weiss into a big, strong hug.

“Bet on it.”

#freezerburnweek #@freezerburn-week #rwby #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #weiss x yang

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mrswalkerwritesagain · 5 years ago

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Score - Drake x MC (Rated 18+)

Book: The Royal Romance Genres: Fluff, Romance, Smut Rating: 18+ Pairings: Drake x Louisa Word Count: ~1900 Prompt: We shouldn’t be having sex here and, oh my god, did I make that stain?!

Happy Thirsty Thursday, ya’ll!

“Oh, come on! What the hell was that?!?”

Drake drags his hands over his face and lets out a muffled groan of frustration. He can’t believe how badly this is going. How could his team be undefeated all season and then choke this badly in the semifinals? He loves football, soccer as Louisa insists on calling it even after all her years of living in Cordonia, but this is just painful.

“Ah, I can almost taste the steak dinner you’re going to owe me,” Liam says, grinning widely. In public, King Liam might be gracious and magnanimous, but his friends, especially his oldest friend, knows better. Liam loves to win.

“Just so you know, the smart-ass thing isn’t a good color on you,” Drake frowns and slouches back on the sofa in Liam’s den.

“Come now,” Liam laughs. “You’re just bitter because you’re about to lose our bet for the 4th year running.”

“Hey, there’s still time. Don’t count Valtoria out just yet,” Drake tells him defensively. “I have a chance.”

“Half a chance perhaps. There’s less than 10 minutes left and the score is 6 to 1…oh, wait…” Liam pauses to watch the game on the projector screen where the Stormholt Dragons drive down the field and score on the Valtoria Stallions yet again, “…7-1. It’s all right to admit defeat, my friend, and you’ve forgotten I like my steaks medium rare.”

Drake is about to respond when there’s a brisk knock on den’s door.

“Enter,” Liam calls out, still grinning smugly.

A small, bird-like woman in a black pantsuit scurries into the room carrying swatches of fabric in varying shades of reds. She apologizes profusely before holding out the fabric to Liam.

“I know it’s late, Your Majesty, but I need your opinion on the velvet. The ruby is an obvious choice with it’s correlation to the Cordonian Ruby. The garnet is a good choice if you want something a little more sedate. If you’d prefer to go with tradition, this shade, rather unfortunately called blood red, is what was used previously.”

“New suit?” Drake asks. Liam and the woman gape at Drake in disbelief.

“What?”

“A new suit…made of red velvet?”

“Well, how the hell should I know why you’re picking out fabrics!”

“We’re reupholstering the chairs in the council chamber,” Liam shakes his head and returns his attention to the fabrics in front of him.

Drake chokes on his drink and coughs harshly, “What? Why?”

“It was past time anyway,” Liam explains, “but recently Olivia found a rather unsightly stain on hers and she’s put up a rather...unyielding in her demands to have it remedied.”

“Oh…shit,” Drake hisses.

Two weeks ago at the Cordonian Masquerade Ball…

“We shouldn’t be doing this…oof!” Drake grunts as Louisa pushes him onto the chair in the council chambers. He’s pretty sure it’s Olivia’s, but it’s too dark and he’s too distracted by the wicked glint in his wife’s eyes to pay too much attention. He loves and hates when she gets that look in her eyes; it always spells trouble - usually sexy, drunken, helluva-lot-of-fun trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

“Come on, Drake,” Louisa purrs, sliding her hands down the curves of her body, over the intricate beading of her costume gown. “We spend so much time in this room and you’ve really never thought about doing this?”

“Usually when were in here I’m just trying to stay awake.”

Louisa giggles at that. The Royal Council of Cordonia has done a lot of good for their country, but there’s no denying that the meetings are pretty dry and boring a lot of the time. He’s definitely seen Lou herself zone out a time or two.

“Doing this here has literally never crossed my mind,” Drake tells her.

He’s not saying he doesn’t want to do this. They make time to escape almost every event they attend as the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria, but these days it’s usually just for a quiet moment away from the crowd - chance to breath in fresh air and take a walk together. It’s been a while since they’ve snuck out to fool around. Tonight, Louisa clearly wants more than stroll through the gardens though judging by the hungry look in her dark eyes.

“I love you, Lou, and I want you,” he tells her earnestly, “but this probably isn’t the best place. We’re not that far from the ballroom and someone could catch us. I think this might be a...very...bad...idea...”

Drake’s words grow strangled and he swallows hard as Louisa holds his gaze and pulls her floor-length dress up to reveal her shapely calves and thighs.

“Yes, but lucky for me..." she reaches under her skirt, shimmies a little bit, and a moment later, her black satin panties hang off her finger. She drops them to the floor and gives Drake a knowing look, “...you love my very bad ideas, don't you?"

“Goddammit, Tennant,” he growls and takes her by the hips, pulling her to him as she laughs. She bends at the waist and holds his face in her hands as she kisses him deeply. God help him, bad idea or not, he can’t resist her. He’s never been able to resist her.

“I want you so much, Drake. God, I need you...” Louisa moans as Drake lays kisses along her neck. His pride surges at the way her breath catches from his touch. He runs his hands down her body, across her back, over her buttocks, and down the back of her thighs to pull her skirt up once again.

As he strokes the soft skin of her inner thighs, teasingly close to her folds, Louisa undoes his pants and takes him her hand, pumping up and down until he's stiff and throbbing. The feeling of her small fingers wrapped around him makes his eyes roll back and Drake lets himself get lost in the pressure of her touch. His breathing turns shallow as pleasure burns through his veins.

“Fuck...Lou...come on...” Drake moves his hands to her waist and urges Louisa closer. She quickly straddles him and Drake's hips jerk when the wet heat of her brushes his tip. He lets out a low moan as she sinks onto him. He forces his eyes open to watch a look of rapture play out on her soft features. Louisa’s mouth falls open and a deep sigh falls from her lips as they curl into a blissful smile.

"God, you're beautiful," Drake mutters, awestruck by the way the moonlight illuminates her in the dark council chambers. Louisa looks down at him with a tender smile and cups his cheek.

"So are you," she tells him and rolls her hips against his in slow, deliberate movements that send jolts of electric heat through both of them, drawing gasps from both of them.

Drake leans in to bite the strap of her dress with his teeth and he drags it down her shoulder. Louisa wriggles and pulls at the other strap until she’s laid bare in front of him save for a sheer bra of satin and lace. God, he loves when she wears things like this. It’s rather run-of-the-mill as far as turn-ons go, but he’s a simple man.

Drake buries his face in the valley of Louisa’s bosom, dragging his tongue over the swells of her breasts and the hem of her bra. Louisa arches backwards in his embrace and he takes one of her nipples into his mouth through the lacy fabric, lavishing attention on the taut bud. Louisa writhes on top of him and grips Drake’s shoulders so tightly he feels her nails through the fabric of his jacket and shirt and it only spurs him on. He pistons his hips upward harder as she grinds down to meet him.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Drake grunts and drives upward, drawing a cry from Louisa.

“Ooooh...god...more...Drake...more..."

Drake cups the back of her neck in his hand, pulling her into a passionate kiss. They break apart gasping for breath as Louisa's movements grow more ardent and desperate. Louisa grasps the ornately carved chair back behind his head and rides him with wanton abandon. She throws her head back and Drake wraps his arms around her back, pulling her close. He can see all the signs that she's getting close - the way her pupils are blown wide and dark, the way she's biting her lip, the whimpering, pleading way she's whispering his name.

"Lou...look at me, καρδιά μου," Drake commands hoarsely and Louisa turns her heated gaze to him, staring into his eyes as comes with a breathless cry of his name. She shudders and then she collapses boneless and gasping against him. With a couple more thrusts, he follows her, groaning deeply as the light behind his eyes goes white with euphoric bliss.

“Wow, that was…wow,” Louisa laughs as they come back to themselves and Drake gives her a broad, dazed smile.

“Yeah, wow about covers it,” he tilts his head up to meet her soft kiss and reluctantly releases her to extracts herself from his embrace. She pulls her dress back up over her shoulders as he stands on slightly shaking legs to zip up his pants and straighten his suit. Louisa has just finished pulling on her discarded panties when she lets out a high-pitched little shriek.

"What? What? Are you okay? Did someone see?" Drake looks over at the doorway they'd snuck in early, his blood pumping hard at the thought of getting caught, but Louisa isn't looking at the door. Her eyes are glued to the chair they just vacated with a horrified look on her face.

"Oh, no, no, no!" she points at the chair frantically. "Drake! Look! There’s a stain. Oh god. We stained the Olivia’s chair!"

"Jesus Christ," Drake looses a string of curses in Greek. "I told you this was a bad idea, Lou!"

"You weren't complaining a minute ago!"

"I tried to tell you! But then you took off your underwear and just jumped right on my dick!"

"Hey! It takes two to tango, Walker!" Louisa snaps at him, panic still written over her face.

"You know what?" Drake says, trying to stay calm for both their sakes. "Maybe it wasn't even us. Maybe it was there before."

Louisa presses her fingers to the dark spot on the red velvet and grimaces.

"It was definitely us. It's still wet," she tells him and Drake can't help but grin a little. Damn right it is. Louisa catches the look on his face and slaps his shoulder. "Stop smiling! What are we going to do? What do we do? This is a royal chamber! Is this some kind of treason?"

"No! Well, I don't think so anyway," Drake says. He looks around and spots someone’s left behind jacket on the back of one of the other chairs. He nabs it and lays it, hopefully rather haphazardly over the stain, and steps back.

"There. No one will come in here with the party going on tonight and it’ll be dry by the time they notice anything is amiss."

"Are you sure?" Louisa asks, looking skeptically from the pillow to Drake and back again.

"Yeah. Positive."

Present day...

"Drake? Are you in there, friend?"

"What!" Drake jumps at Liam’s hand waving in front of his face.

The decorator woman is gone and it’s just the two of them again. Drake hadn’t even seen her leave. Liam studies Drake’s face carefully and Drake prays his newly grown in beard will hide the embarrassed flush that’s burning on his cheeks.

"Where did you go?" Liam eyes him with concern. "You completely zoned out and the game is almost over.”

"Oh, uh, just, um,” Drake laughs nervously, “thinking about...scoring,"

#drake x mc #drake walker x louisa tennant #the royal romance #playchoices fanfiction #mrswalkerwrites fanfiction #rated m #ns*fw

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aglayalilich · 5 years ago

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on some horror movies

a few months ago i got to see midsommar and though it didn’t quite do to me what hereditary did i thought it was a very compelling movie...shortly after, though, i was able to see the 2018 version of suspiria and wowwww did i feel some ways about that movie. i felt at the time that the two went very well together. so my friend invited me to see the director’s cut version of midsommar this weekend (still very interesting, though i felt the final cut was the right choice) and i decided i would also watch suspiria again and take notes on both. because i

wanted to articulate more why these movies work so well as a double feature for me, beyond ‘ah yeah there’s some girls dancing in it’ though certainly the role of dance and the climactic dance scenes are a part of it. there’s this structural similarity too in the final ritual acts. but like i was saying, it’s more than just a similar aesthetic. in fact the aesthetics are really in contrast, with suspiria’s bright red on desaturated colors versus midsommar’s blue and white on very lush, saturated backdrops. though they also do something similar with how color begins creeping into the character’s clothing in midsommar and of course many people have already talked about how the iconic red begins to creep into suspiria culminating at the end. really drastically different cinematography style also, midsommar is full of these long empty lingering shorts, all this wideness and slowness while suspiria is fast cuts, sudden zooms, races fromt he point of view of one character to the next. (sidenote: both have this GREAT visual language of mirrors, suspiria has the mirror room and dance studios and characters refracted a hundredfold, great for questions and multiplicity of identity. midsommar has a couple of really great scenes where one character is talking to another character but the second character is standing out of the shot and only visible in a mirror. ahhh so good. in general i wouldn’t say the effect of either movie is fear so much as disorientation--reflections, refractions, inversions. physical spaces impossible for the audience to navigate. images that the audience cannot arrange chronologically. i love it) anyway. this isn’t an essay so it is unstructured. i took about 10 pages of notes during my second viewing of midsommar and i can only understand about half of that because it was dark as fuck in the theater but i would like to at least ATTEMPT to give form to what i was feeling. comes down to 3 core similarities.

1. i read both of these movies as about abuse in communities that are supposed to be ‘safe.’ the community is a relief from trauma/abuse/horror of the outside world. there’s also a strong emphasis on the familial nature of this community. important to note that the community is genuine, it is not wholly a falsehood. it has a motivation beyond doing evil for evil’s sake, it may even believe the evil is necessary for the care of the community. this is a close and poignant topic for me, and i assume for other people as well, so it’s compelling to see it addressed in horror. it can be a great relief to see something as the subject of horror--that is an acknowledgement that it is horrific. a confirmation, an understanding, and sometimes through the resolution of the movie we can find stories that help us work through this.

2. both mostly focus on the horror of endurance rather than the horror of ending (death) which is a big thing for me in terms of my horror preferences. while i love some iconic monsters and killers ultimately the idea of ‘what if a fucked up thing killed you’ is just not actually that scary for me. what is scary for me is, yknow living in a state of unspeakable agony.

the olga scene in suspiria (you know the one) is a perfect example of this. every time you think that scene is about to be over it keeps going. and keeps going. the character is hurt but never killed, contorted impossibly, injured beyond the realm of what the human body should be able to endure but she is still alive. even when the scene finally comes to an end she is still alive! hard for me to articulate this scene if you haven’t seen it--i am very pleased and excitable about body horror and it was still rough for me purely because of how long it feels. in a sense this scene doesn’t even really end because much later during the climactic scene of the movie she is still fucking alive and has been in this state for the entire duration of the movie.

with midsommar it’s less of a body horror angle and more...dani living with all her pain and grief. but it’s done physically as well--being killed suddenly is not so horrible as being kept alive, the climactic horror is about a very prolonged, painful death. the dance scene doesn’t take it to suspiria levels but there is still a sense of the participants having no choice of when to stop, but simply must keep going in exhaustion until they cannot.

3. i really love how both of these films show pain (and other emotion) evoked through motions and breath. this one is harder to articulate. you know a lot of the time in a movie you will see an act of violence but it’s pretty...shallow, it’s just the image of violence, it has no weight to it. you don’t feel it. not so in these movies. it’s hard for me to articulate exactly how a piece of media goes about accomplishing this or not but often it makes the key distinction between things i think are just fine and things i really love.

these two have a really particular way of showing pain. in a very literal sense, there are incredible portrayals of bodies in physical pain. but there’s also dani’s raw screams of grief at the end of midsommar’s intro (and at other points throughout the film.) she is in too much pain to speak, all she can say is no, the leaked script describes it as ‘it’s so intense that it looks painful, dangerous even.’ on a slight digression i often feel like i dont love ari aster the way a lot of people do but the thing i really truly do love and am awed by is the portrayal of this raw horrible grief pain in his films. it is so horrible it is very difficult for me to see and that is a little part of why i can never watch hereditary again. but anyway

sometimes pain robs us of thought and of language. (the movie knows this, the aforementioned prolonged painful death at the end of midsommar is one in which the character involved cannot move or speak). at a certain point it cannot be articulated through words. so these characters, the films themselves, articulate their pain (both physical and cosmic) through dreams, sighs, movement, screams.

sometimes pain seems too much for any one person to bear. this is when the movies come back around to the topic of community. both films emphasize the community as a body, made up of the individuals who serve as its cells or organs. when one part is hurt, the whole body feels the effects. more than that, the things too big for one human to possible feel are instead taken up by the community, felt by the larger body. volk is danced by one body, expressing the feeling not just of its creator but of the body. in midsommar we see the community take on in unison the feeling of one member, dancing or screaming as one (though i’ve seen different takes on whether this is to positive or negative result.) the body is formed and expresses itself through motion and breath, the dances, the sighs, the rhythmic exhalations which are all both precise and instinctive.

there is also something more i can’t say here about...not pain but the desire for someone to understand your pain, the desire for true connection.

i tried a few times to write about why this is a topic i fixate on but it didn’t feel right. to summarize ill just say that i struggle deeply with the ability to express pain.

now, on horror and the working-through of trauma...i said earlier that it is compelling to see these topics addressed in horror. horror is the main genre of any media that i enjoy and though i like other things, i don’t generally seek out anything that doesn’t have some inclination towards horror. this has always been the case but grew more true the more, uh, fucked up my life became, and i find it generally the best mechanism for thinking about (and not necessarily but sometimes coping with) grief and trauma and pain in all its forms. other people have written extensively about this, articulated it better than i could, there’s not really a need to get into it further than that.

but i’m thinking about one thing i’ve seen recently...(actually two things, firstly, some posts that seems to imply horror movies never tackled trauma before ari aster started directing which is just...quite a take, quite a take.) it was shots of ending scenes from a few horror movies, including hereditary and midsommar and also suspiria...i think the vvitch also and maybe also possession or something you know all the movies bitches with ptsd love (i’m bitches.) shots of the protagonist’s faces in the ending, a certain expression both rapturous and dissociated. there was something in the way i saw some people respond to this that made me think a lot...i think the idea that through great overwhelming trauma we can reach a point of ecstasy, or total transformation, is a very compelling story. it is something i have wished for often or even believed will happen--that there will be a certain point at which it really is too much and beyond that will be something different. some rapture that you will reach. not necessarily something positive but something that isn’t pain, that is beyond pain and horror. the idea of reaching divinity through great suffering is nothing new of course. but.

the true horror of endurance is that this is not going to happen. there is no point at which there will be absolution or ascension. the mirror does not shatter. it just keeps going. when you think this is the limit, it just keeps going.

the nice thing about movies is that they have a structure, and though they might leave you altered, they do end, the screen goes black. comfort of darkness, relief of endings. a sigh...

at least, that’s how i feel right now.

#this is based in my own experiences and mood and is not meant to be telling people how to feel or any kind of formal analysis #just trying to shape a feeling out on paper!

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saywhatjessie · 5 years ago

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Hey Baby (Uhh, Ahh)

Written for Lissa for Fandom Trumps Hate, Timestamp for “Nobody Puts Baby In a Corner”, 3.7k (Ao3)

Dean bounced on his toes, shaking out his arms in a useless attempt to increase blood flow to his fingertips. The blood flow was fine: it was the rampant anxiety that was making his hands tingle.

He watched the monitor backstage, trying to distract himself with some of the biggest names in wrestling having their moment – talking about the previous night’s match and setting up the challenges in the coming year.

Dean had actually gotten to see Wrestlemania the night before. He wasn’t featured – wasn’t even a name on the wind – but he’d been invited to watch the match the night before his debut on the main roster. And boy had he watched.

He’d brought Sammy to watch with him, childishly wanting to show off for his little brother. He was a part of it now. He was a part of this thing that they’d both loved. They didn’t love it the same – Sam would never audition to be a wrestler – but you couldn’t just turn off the wrestling groupie inside of you.

Now Sam was sitting off to the side, elbows on his knees, watching Dean pace.

“You’re ready for this, Dean,” he reminded him, not for the first time. “You’ve got momentum. You’ve trained for it. You’re ready.”

“Yeah, I know, Sammy,” Dean answered with a snort. “You can take the kid gloves off, it’s fine.”

Sam rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the monitor as Dean jogged in place.

Someone shorter than Dean came up to hip check him. “Hey there, butternut.”

Dean was already smiling when he turned to her. “Charlie.”

She grinned. “You’re on deck, babycakes. This match is ending and then we’re going on commercial, letting the youngins duke it out a bit, and once we’re back, you’re on.”

Dean nodded, his heart rate picking up the slightest tick. “Yeah, thanks, Charlie.”

Her grin softened in sympathy and she patted his arm. “You’re gonna be great.”

“Why do people keep telling me that,” Dean muttered. Charlie, laughed, punching him in the shoulder and sauntering off.

“Who was that?” Sam asked, his eyes still following the little redhead down the hall.

“One of the techies,” Dean told him. “Sort of assigned to me in my move, makes sure I go where I need to.” He grinned. “And a huge lesbian so don’t even try.”

Sam shook his head, scoffing. “I wasn’t, shut up.”

Dean grinned wider.

“Befriending her is still worth it, though, if you’d like. She’s lovely.” Came a voice, coming from a different hallway than the one Charlie had just left down. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean immediately flushed. “Castiel.”

Cas smiled, gently with his lips closed, inclining his head toward Dean. He was wearing his trench coat wrapped around him, actually tied at the waste to fend off the chill of the A/C they pump through the backstage. When he goes out to the ring it’ll be gaping open, showing off his amazing abs and the tiny little trunks he wears to wrestle. Dean was very familiar.

They’d met a couple times before, though not in any official capacity. An interview once. Party of a mutual friend. They’d only been officially introduced that week to go over script and choreography.

Because Dean was moving up from NXT. He was coming to the main roster: to Smackdown, officially. And a match with Castiel was gonna get him there.

Sam cleared his throat. Dean jerked, gesturing to him.

“Castiel, this is my brother, Sam. Sammy this is Castiel.”

“The Angel,” Sam said, coming out of his chair to shake Castiel’s hand. “It’s good to meet you. I’ve been following you.”

Castiel raised an eyebrow.

Sam flushed. “I mean your career! I’m a fan. Not a stalker fan but–”

Dean cracked up. “He knew what you meant, man.” Dean turned to Castiel, his eyes dancing. “It kills me that no one else knows you’re funny.”

“I’m not funny,” Castiel told him, but his eyes were also bright with humor before looking back at Sam. “But I was messing with you, Sam. I’m sorry,”

Sam shook his head, waving off the apology. “No, don’t be, it’s fine. You’re fine.”

“Yeah, he is,” Dean said, under his breath. Cas looked over at him, his mouth tilted in a smirk. He clearly heard him.

Well, Dean wasn’t wrong. And he wasn’t going to apologize. He winked.

Castiel smirked more, actually showing some teeth.

Sam rolled his eyes. “The longer we talk, the less angelic you seem.”

Cas turned to Sam, flicking his eyebrows once in a ‘Well…’ sort of way. Then he transformed in front of their eyes.

He lost the smile, his face smoothing out into an expressionless mask, his eyes going from bright amusement to simmering righteousness. He was a couple inches shorter than Sam, the big tree, but the way he held his body, his shoulders, he was looming.

“Read the Bible,” Castiel said, his usually gravelly voice coming out even deeper and more threatening. “Angels are warriors of God. I’m a soldier.”

Sam visibly shuddered.

Castiel smiled, his shoulders slumping again. he lifted his hands and tilted his head, as if acknowledging invisible applause.

Dean almost gave him some. Almost. That was extremely hot.

“That’s where my storyline is angling now that I’m heel, anyway.” Castiel said, as if he hadn’t just brought them to church, almost literally, with that performance. “I was thinking about doing some rebranding when I turn face again. Being the Seraph instead of the Angel.”

“Sounds like a font,” Dean told him, a little dumbstruck, still.

Castiel frowned. “Yes, I feared that too.”

Sam let out a little hysterical giggle, immediately covering his mouth.

“Okay, it’s almost curtain,” Charlie said, popping her head back in. “Dean and Castiel, with me. Sam, you’ve got a seat right up front.”

Sam cleared his throat, his mouth twitching. “Thanks.” He turned to Dean, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Break a leg.”

Dean snorted. “I’m supposed to lose.”

“So lose really cool.” Sam shrugged. “Make a splash or whatever.”

“Fuck outta here,” Dean said, shoving his hand off his shoulder, but he did move in for a hug. “Thanks.”

Sam squeezed him back, clapping him on the shoulder again as he pulled away.

They turned to Charlie and Castiel, both of whom were looking seconds away from ‘awwing’ out loud.

Sam reached forward to shake Castiel’s hand. “Good to meet you. Really,” he said, before letting go and heading toward the entrance to the floor.

The three of them watched him leave for a moment, Dean getting more and more nervous with every step Sam took away from him.

But the moment passed quickly and Charlie was corralling them both into following her to the entrance stage.

“So your brother,” Castiel starts, the two of them walking side by side. “Older or younger?”

“Younger,” Dean sighed.”But he’s so stupid tall nobody believes me when I tell them that.”

Castiel grinned. “No, I believe you. He suffers from puppy face.”

Dean barked a laugh. “Puppy face?”

“Yes. It’s not a baby face because he doesn’t look young . But when he talks to you he looks kind of excited, adoring, and wholesome. Like a puppy.”

Dean laughed again, his ears going pink thinking about it. “He is actually pretty wholesome. He’s in school to be an environmental lawyer, you know.” Dean lets out another laugh, softer this time. “Kid wants to save the world.”

Castiel hummed, his mouth serious but his eyes looking at Dean with a certain fondness.

Dean cleared his throat. “You got family?”

“No one close by,” Castiel said in a complete non-answer. “I have considered getting a pet, though. With this job, however…”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “You don’t spend too much time at home.”

Castiel hummed again, a noise of displeasure this time.

“Cats can’t take up too much work,” Dean continued. “You could get a cat. You just have to make sure someone comes in to clean the shit box if you’re away for too long.”

Castiel chuckled, eyes on the ground, smile quirking his lips. “I can certainly look into it.”

They arrived at the entrance stage, the light from the thirty foot high projection screens illuminating the back with a dull glow.

“Cue music,” Charlie said into her headset. The sound of wings flapping projected to the audience. Screams went up.

Castiel turned to Dean, his trench coat now untied and Championship belt on full view. He was sporting a wider smile than Dean had yet seen. “See you out there,” he told him.

Dean nodded but Cas had already turned away, pushing through the curtain to a gothic choir singing him to the rapture.

Dean let out a shaky breath, turning to the monitor set up just inside the door. Cas’s gait was confident and severe, stepping toward the stage with the deliberateness of a preacher walking to the pulpit.

He stepped into the ring, only deeming to duck his head to get through the ropes, but otherwise standing tall and firm. He discreetly grabbed a mic from a ref and brought it to his face, not saying anything. Just letting the audience feel his stare.

The audience booed. Well, half of them did. He was a heel; it was his job to be hated. But he was too damn lovable, he only got half the people in the stands to play along.

When the crowd had finally died down enough – not all the way, this was still a wrestling match, but enough – Castiel spoke, mouth very close to the microphone, in his deepest, most carrying gravel.

“Did you miss me?”

Cheers and jeers and boos and woos. Castiel’s face didn’t even twitch.

“How could you have missed me?” Castiel tilted his head, taunting the audience. “I didn’t go anywhere.” He spread his one arm wide. “I was champion before, and I’m champion now. No weak wrestler could take this from me.”

More noise from the audience. Castiel wasn’t as showy as some of the other wrestlers but he knew how to rile up a crown.

“I’m here, on Monday Night RAW, because I can be. Because,” he pointed out to the crowd, focusing on some lucky individual up in the stands. “You want me to be. I am the best wrestler here. We had an entire night to figure it out and last night, at Wrestlemania, I came out – I came back – with my belt.”

He pulled the belt off, raising it slowly above his head, the volume of the crowd rising with his hand.

Castiel’s presence was unlike anyone else on the roster. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t sneer. He just stood in the middle of the ring and told his truth. Like fact. Like he knew what was best and you’d just better listen.

It was captivating as hell.

“Your precious Gordon couldn’t keep it from me,” he said. “None of your supposed champions. No one who has ever been on this stage has ever had what it takes.” He pumped his fist in the air, firmly, the belt grabbing the light and throwing it back. “No one could challenge me. I dare any of you to come up here and try.”

That was Dean’s cue.

Well, the music was Dean’s cue. Four notes on a harmonica before the guitars came in, playing a vaguely rockabilly but mostly rock riff. Dean took one more deep breath before stepping out from behind the curtain onto a stage lit up with rushing colors of pink, blue, and purple.

He walked out with swagger, sweat dripping from beneath his cowboy hat but his face all cocky smiles and finger guns.

He didn’t get the same response as Cas – he was still new – but there were more people than he expected pumping their fists to Dean’s music. Screaming his name.

He had a pretty significant following already from NXT but… this was the big leagues. This was Monday Night RAW. To make his prime time debut during the Monday Night RAW after Wrestlemania was how you knew things were happening. This is where shit got real.

People were excited to see him. He was excited to see them. His nervousness melted away and he became more and more the cocky cowboy.

The last few feet, he took a running start at the ring, rollind between the ropes and popping up.

He knew the commentators now were giving the audience back home all his details. His name. His background. How they thought he would do in the big leagues. But the audience at home wasn’t Dean’s concern. He had to connect with the audience around him.

He walked around the ring, pointing at the assembly and subtly pulling a mic from a ref on the sidelines, before stepping to the middle of the ring, thumb hooked through one of the belt loops on his jeans.

He recited his opening to the largest crowd he’d ever performed in front of.

“I’m Baby Del Mar and I think y’all are mighty fine.” Dean almost stumbled. Hundreds of voices were speaking with him. He channeled the enormous grin threatening to take over his face into an arrogant smirk. “It’s time for ass-whooping” He turned and stabbed a finger in Castiel’s direction. “ He’s next in line?”

Screams went up. Wolf whistles and cowbells. Someone had smuggled in an airhorn.

They had to have known he was coming – the WWE didn’t keep many secrets – but they were reacting as if nothing so shocking had ever happened in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said, his gruff words cutting short the people carrying on around him. “Did you say your name was ‘Baby?’ ”

Jeers from the audience. Dean wasn’t sure if it was at Cas or at him.

“I’m sure I’ll have you crying like one by the end of the match,” Cas continued his face stoic. It was more effective than any sneer or leer could have been.

“They call me baby because everyone loves me,” Dean said, spreading his arms to receive praise from the audience. And, remarkably, there was praise to be received. “And they’re gonna love me even more when I beat you, Angel.”

Dean was supposed to say his name. Was supposed to spit the word ‘Castiel ’ like it was gristle stuck in his teeth.

Dean took a… flirtier approach.

Castiel raised an eyebrow. The most emotion he’d shown in his face since he walked out. “Is that so?”

Dean winked and went off script. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. I’m–” Dean had to cut himself off, the crowd had gotten too loud. He took the time to lick his lips. “I’m sure by the end of this, you’ll love me too.”

Cas’s face didn’t break again but for the slight creasing at the corner of his eyes,his eyes themselves bright and humorous. He was smiling. As much as he could while in character.

“We’ll see about that.”

They wrestled.

Dean lost.

It was incredible.

At one point, when Dean had broken out of Castiel’s Cupid Chokehold and stood looming over him where Cas was sitting on the ground, getting his bearings, the audience had taken up a chant.

“ Baby’s gonna kiss you. Baby’s gonna kiss you. ”

Dean had grinned, turning to pump his fist at the crowd.

He was the bisexual cowboy. Everyone knew that.

But to have people chanting…

Dean thought that may have been the happiest moment of his entire life.

And it just kept getting better.

Once Dean had been pinned, Castiel’s arm raised and belt secure, Dean pouted in the ring. Acting the baby. It was his thing.

And Castiel had turned to him and winked. Which was not his thing.

He was out of eyeline of the camera so no one saw. He maintained his eerie angelic persona.

But Dean knew.

Dean got backstage first, falling bodily into his brother’s waiting arms, both of them laughing and jovial.

“Dean that was amazing!” Sam crowed, slapping every inch of Dean he could reach. Dean was no longer wearing his shirt or his cowboy hat and was sticky with sweat but Sam didn’t seem to care. “I can’t believe you just threw your hat away.”

Dean smirked, feigning a shrug. He hadn’t gotten permission to give that hat away but “They’ll get over it.”

Sam laughed again, shaking his head. “You’re insane, man. But, damn, what a good match.”

“I agree,” came Castiel’s voice where he’d just joined them backstage. He was even smiling – a soft and crooked thing. “You’re quite the performer, Dean.”

There was nothing soft about Dean’s answering smile as it shone brightly out of his face. “Thanks, man! It felt really good being up there.”

“It always does,” Castiel said, his smile widening at Dean’s response. “And I think we worked rather well together.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, dude. It was just like,” Dean gestured back and forward with his hands, bringing them up to his head and making an explosion sound with his mouth. “Right?”

Castiel laughed, softly. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

Dean turned his grin to Sam who was also looking at Dean with more fondness than anyone over 30 should receive. “It was good, right?” He asked Sam. “Did it look as good as it felt?”

Sam nodded, slapping Dean on the shoulder again. “Yeah, man, it looked real good. I had it recorded so we can watch it tomorrow.”

Dean pumped his fist then frowned. “Why can’t we watch it tonight?”

Sam rolled his eyes, though he was still smiling. “I have an early call tomorrow. I need to go to bed .”

Dean frowned again. They were the headlining event so the night was technically over – he could hear the rustling of and shouts of the crowds as they made their way out of the arena. But... he was still super keyed up: he wasn’t ready to go home yet.

“If your brother needs to leave,” Castiel chimed in, his shoulders curved in a little, his head tilted, inquisitively. It was a weird posture on someone wearing a pair of trunks and nothing else. “the two of us could get dinner?” He smiled his soft smile again.“I’m not quite ready for the night to be over, either.”

Dean perked right back up, his chest swelling. “Yeah. Yes! I could use a burger.”

Castiel huffed a quick laugh. “I could always use a burger.”

“Awesome.” Dean was bouncing on his toes again. “Okay so… we should shower?”

Castiel nodded. “I would say, yes. Shower. Then burgers.”

“Great!” Sam said bringing his hands together in a clap. “So, Dean, I will see you at the hotel?” Sam raised an eyebrow. Nothing salacious but Dean knew what he was implying.

He blushed, clearing his throat. “Yeah, Sammy, I’ll see you at the hotel. You good to take a cab or–”

“Oh, no, I’m taking a cab,” Sam’s grin turned more wicked by the second. “I think you’re gonna want to introduce Castiel to your baby.”

“You have a baby?” Castiel asked, his head cocked (adorably) again.

Sam just winked, clapping Dean on the shoulder again. He reached forward with his other hand to shake Castiel’s. “Really good match. Great meeting you. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.”

Castiel shook back, nodding in acknowledgement, still looking mildly bewildered but too polite to press the point. “I look forward to it, Sam.”

Sam nodded, his stupid hair bouncing around his ears, and he clapped Dean once more on the back and made his way out.

“Your baby?” Castiel asked again.

Dean chuckled. “My car. You’re gonna love her.”

Castiel huffed air out through his nose in a surprised kind of laugh but gestured with his arms for Dean to proceed toward their locker room.

They showered in the unselfconscious way of two athletes, despite whatever sexual tension might be going on. They kept up a steady stream of chatter through the whole process: How was living in Japan? (Dean) What’s it like being so close with your brother? (Castiel) What’s the best burger joint in town (They had a rather intense debate about this, though a smile was never too far from either of them.)

They took the elevator down to the parking garage below the stadium – reserved exclusively for the talent. Dean hung back so he could watch Castiel see his baby for the first time.

Castiel turned his eyes from Dean, a smile still on his face and turned toward the car. He barely paused, going immediately for the passenger door and waiting for Dean to unlock it.

Dean frowned. “Nothing? I don’t get a low whistle? Not even a ‘wow’? This is my pride and joy here, Cas.”

Cas blinked, his eyes a little startled.

It was then Dean realized he’s never called Castiel ‘Cas’ out loud before now. Only in his head.

Well, that was embarrassing.

Before Dean could apologize, though, Cas was responding, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m sorry, Dean, I don’t know very much about cars. I didn’t need one to get around in Japan and I haven’t really picked up the habit of driving since.”

Dean put a hand to his chest, dramatically betrayed. Really he was just relieved Castiel didn’t call him on the over-familiarity. “Blasphemy! No wonder they made you evil.”

Castiel chuckled, awkwardly adjusting the grip on his gym bag. “They’re actually talking about turning me face soon.” He shrugged. “Not much more you can do with the ‘dark angel’ storyline.”

Dean snorted, leaning forward to his rest his elbows on the roof of the car. He knew it made him look casual and just a little bit deviant. He’d struck the pose a lot. “So no more hellfire and brimstone?”

Castiel smirked, bringing up a hand to tap on the door handle, not quite as bold as Dean as to lean bodily on the car. “I’m afraid so.”

Dean hummed, peeling himself off the car with a flick of his keys. “‘S too bad,” he said, sticking the key in the lock. He waited for the lock to click open before he continued. “I do like a bad boy.”

Dean took a minute to revel in the mildly shocked but definitely pleased look that came over Castiel’s face before he jerked the driver’s side door open.

“Get in the car,” he told him with a wink. “We got burgers to eat.”

#Destiel #oops I wrote a thing #Fandom Trumps Hate #Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner #Jessie writes Destiel fic #WWE au #I should care more about tagging this but I don't

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lunaschild2016 · 6 years ago

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Worth Fighting For: Chapter 2 - Reflections of Time

[A/N: After much deliberation and obsessing, I have put this fic under a major edit and only slight re-write. This is will hopefully be a bit clearer on the vision I had for the story, world and more importantly the characters. I hope everyone enjoys!]

He was ruthless, cunning, and completely committed to protecting his city; but her arrival to Dauntless called everything he ever thought he believed into question. She was haunted by a past she vowed to make amends for and resolved to sacrifice her very life it meant she could protect her family, faction, and city. Duty and following orders were no longer enough and they both found more than they ever hoped for. They both found something worth fighting for. Eric/OC AU M (Language, Sexual Content, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Tragedy)

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Chapter 2- Reflections Of Time

Eric-Choosing Day: Roughly one year ago

Whispers of silk moving against silk. Muffled gasps and moans. Flashes of delectable skin, so close and charged with a heat that called to me. These sensory images haunted me through my nights, leaving me in a tangled mess of my own making in bed. The space beside me remained cold, but in those dreams, it burned with the heat of passion. A passion I could never imagine existed in reality, and if ever asked would deny I would even want. Because what those images, those nightmares I am coming to call them, brought forth in me is a terrible burning in my heart and soul. A feeling of being so complete and of such rapture that the cold light of day leaves me a broken husk of a man.

There aren’t many that get to see beyond the normal mask I wear at all times. I can count on one hand those that have seen anything from me beyond negative emotions but there are only two people that really give a shit to see more anyways.

Lately, even they don’t get to see any semblance of the man behind the mask because that mask is slowly seeping into every part of me.

At twenty-four years old I feel like a man of eighty. The weight of a faction, no an entire fucking city, seems to be pressing down on me.

Now I know why Max was reluctant to make me leader even with pressure from Jeanine. He had needed to know I wasn’t in it just for Jeanine because if I was then this pressure would make me snap. It would break me. It is trying to break me and it scares the shit out of me every day how close it is coming to doing just that.

The screeching of the digital alarm clock on my bedside table, as well as the alarm on my watch, alerts me that I need to get my butt in gear and get ready to face another day. One of the worst days of my year is about to start and I need coffee to be able to deal with what is in store for the next few hours alone, not even counting the rest of the day.

So, I begin my day with a cup of coffee in my apartment, then head out to the meetings that will take up most of the morning before the new initiates arrive. This messes up my normal routine so that is another reason to add to my foul mood.

Chase slides a breakfast sandwich across to me when he takes his place at the conference table. “Zach put a couple of these together for us this morning since we couldn’t do the normal thing.” He mumbles around a large bite he has just taken of his own food.

“Thanks.” I nod and take a bite while looking over notes and waiting for the meeting to start.

Lauren breezes in, late, as usual, causing all of us to scowl but Chase even more since he is the one stuck with her for training the Dauntless-born.

The meeting starts out with the same shit that we deal with from day to day then goes on to cover this year’s initiation, which is more of the same shit as years past. Although, there are some new rules that are being implemented this year. Also, cuts are being made this year, steep cuts. Instead of passing everyone through that doesn’t become so injured they can’t continue like in the years before, this year we will have cuts during the stages of training based on the ranks of the two classes.

There was some disagreement about the changes at the time of proposal but in the end, they were approved by simple necessity. This years group is going to be a large one after the absence of any choosing for the past two years. It boiled down to we just don’t have the resources to keep all of them and that meant the weakest would need to go.

I rub the bridge of my nose as Four speaks up about his displeasure in regard to the cuts and fighting changes. He keeps shooting glares my way, as always pinning all of this shit on me. Never mind that there are four other leaders sitting around this table that are just as responsible for passing the new rules, and Max the senior leader that has final say.

Chase shoots me a look that, his way of telling me to keep it cool. I look away and clench my fists on the table while letting the others deal with it.

You would think after eight years of dealing with each other we could move past old shit, but that isn’t going to happen with me and Four. At times, I wish with all my might that I had been able to prove my suspicions about him so I could get him out of the picture altogether.

With a sigh, I crack my neck and focus back on the meeting. It’s going to be a long hour until the meeting breaks and we can all finally head to greet the new blood.

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The four or five Dauntless members that stan on the roof waiting for the train take bets on what kind of mix we will see in the initiates this year. We tossed around predictions on what faction the first jumper will be from, and what faction will likely be the last jumper.

The Choosing Ceremony has been over for a while now, but it takes a good hour for the train to make its way to the jumping point. Max already called that it should be appearing within the next five minutes or so.

Max is handling greeting initiates this year. He decided this because of what happened the very last initiation we had two years ago. I was in charge of greeting them on the roof and had not been pleased about it, to say the least.

When no one stepped up and volunteered, not the first time that has happened, I lost patience. I just decided to toss the first person near me over the ledge. I was informed that, while it had been amusing and we are looking to inspire a little fear in the initiates, that wasn’t exactly the fear the other leaders had been aiming for.

For me, I have mixed feelings about the event. See at the time, it had felt fantastic. For all of three minutes it felt great, and then it felt just as hollow as everything else feels to me lately.

So, I’m glad to hand that particular duty over to him. I have enough on my plate to deal with already. Between being in charge of overseeing training as well as the multitude of meetings I have to attend normally, I already have a full workload. Not to mention that I’m expected to just drop everything and go running to Matthews when she quirks her finger for us to. It’s exhausting, annoying, and my mood that isn’t great in the best of times is anything but mellow these days.

“Train approaching!” Someone calls out loudly from near Max where he stands ready on the ledge, and Chase nudges me, grinning like the happy fucker he is.

“Remember the bet. The first jumper is gonna a Candor this year.” Chase said with a knowing smile. He is still firmly pulling for his former faction even though he always loses.

I scoff and roll my eyes at playing this same game even knowing how it’s going to end. But I play along anyways. The guy is my best friend after all.

It still surprises the shit out of me that I became best friends with two former mouth’s, the nickname/slur that has been coined for the people in the Candor faction. I had always found Candor’s to be annoying before transfer and over the years and having to interact closely with that faction at times as a leader, that feeling hasn’t gone away, it got worse.

So the friendship that developed is surprising in general because of where he came from and my inability to make friends at all. Chase is the only friend besides Zach that can claim to know anything about me or see any other side of me besides what the rest of the faction and city see. They have also seen me at my worst and still seem determined to stick around, that has to count for something.

“Dauntless-born. It’s been Dauntless-born every year since after our choosing.” I say with a smug smirk.

The bet is not about who will be jumping from the train first but who will step up and take the literal plunge we put all new arrivals through.

After getting off the train by jumping from it, while it’s still in motion, to the roof where members of their new faction are waiting for them we have them take one more jump. This one is different because they won’t know what’ll be waiting for them at the end of that jump like they do for the one from the train.

On one side of the roof, there is a ledge where the person greeting the new blood waits, standing on the edge. Behind him waits a hole through another roof that’s actually several stories down. The jump must be made from where we all stand, seven stories up. The hole is wide, but it’s completely dark and there’s nothing indicating what, if anything, will be at the end of it to catch the jumper.

This is the only entrance that’s offered to initiates and is one of many tests that they will be subjected to over the course of their introduction to the faction. If they don’t jump, they don’t stay. Simple as that.

I had been the last non-Dauntless-born first jumper. Back then, the choosing age was sixteen. It’s been changed twice since then. First, it went to eighteen right after my choosing year. Then it was changed to twenty. So there haven’t been many initiations between mine and now, but what there has been has always ended with Dauntless-born being first.

Chase chuckles at my look and shakes his head.

Then we hear it. The horn of the train, letting us know that the train is close and making its way towards us. It slows slightly as it comes around the corner that’s just before the row of roofs that are all part of the compound.

It’s the only concession we made for this part. We slowed the train enough that it gave time for all the jumpers to take their turn. That’s not to say that everyone is actually going to make it though.

The first car of the train is usually filled with the Dauntless members that went to the ceremony. Usually in either an official capacity or because they had family choosing.

Some of them stay on the roof after they make their jump. Some of them prefer to go to the area where the net is to wait and see the initiates and their reactions to the fall through the dark hole of the roof. Most of the others just go on about their day or duties or start partying.

Dauntless-born came next, interspersed with transfers. At first, I see the normal mix of Erudite and Candor in among the Dauntless-born. It’s all pretty boring after years of the same. When you have watched this same procession many times before anything out of the ordinary will catch your eye in a heartbeat.

So, when two of our prospective initiates are in some kind of altercation or stand-off before they even get off the fucking train, it gets my attention. The fact that the two involved are a Candor boy and Abnegation girl really has me on alert. From the look on the Candor guys face, I’m fully expecting to see a grey splatter on the ground in seconds.

But then I get the surprise of my fucking life.

From the distance they are at from me, I can see the Abnegation girl had been sneering at the boy when they were saying whatever it was they were saying to each other. That changed in a flash as it morphs into a wicked smile that sends chills down even my spine and just as quick I get another shock when she springs into action.

She shoves the Candor from the train. It happened so fast that it wasn’t until he was already in the air that there are reactions from around the roof from anyone that’s actually paying attention.

There are some gasps along with calls of surprise and laughter as he falls straight to the roof with surprising force and accuracy, a girly shriek tearing from him as he goes.

“Are you seeing this?” Chase said while gasping in laughter and disbelief from beside me.

Of course, I’m seeing it. I can’t fucking look away. Especially when I see that directly after she shoved the mouth, she jumped herself while laughing all the way.

Whoever the hell the girl is she’s handling this far better than she should be.

When she lands she goes into a roll. Letting the force of the jump carry her forward and not fighting against it like most newbies do. Instead, she goes into a tuck and roll then pops up, brushing herself off as if she just got a little dust on her jacket and she didn’t just jump from a moving locomotive onto a seven-story roof.

I watch her with narrowed eyes trying to get a better look at her. Up until now she has either been far away, in motion or turned away from me, preventing me from seeing her face but allowing me to evaluate what I can see.

She doesn’t seem to be much of anything. The grey clothes are typical for a stiff and swallow her up. She’s short, maybe five-six or five-seven. What figure I can make out through the crap she’s wearing seems to be rather boyish. No real indication of curves, but then again her clothes really are made to mask any of that per faction dictate. Abnegation seems to prefer to make their people look like carbon copies of each other with no regard to sex, rather androgynous.

Other people have joined her on the roof in rapid succession, but I haven’t been able to look away. She’s already an anomaly and I’m highly trained to keep an eye out for those. It won’t matter to Jeanine that we haven’t even started training today, she will expect me to have a report for tonight on anything and everything that’s out of the ordinary.

This girl sure as fuck is out of the ordinary.

She turns towards the train again and I catch sight of her face for the first time to see her smiling widely. One look at her and that smile and I feel like I’ve just taken a punch to the gut. The smile so genuine and carefree, so alive.

I quickly turn away, working to contain whatever reaction I’m having and determine to focus on the other initiates around. But I keep watching out of the corner of my eye despite my resolve.

Chase elbows me in my ribs and my head snaps to the side to look at him, a scowl on my lips that only deepens when I see the asshole isn’t even looking at me. I follow his eyes, which are as wide as the grin on his face, and see what he’s so focused on. It shouldn’t surprise me that he’s focused on just the person I’m trying not to focus on.

My refusal to focus on her fails completely as a bit of irritation and worry creep in when a Candor girl, who had been hovering over the Candor that was pushed from the train, then stomps her way over to the little stiff. She looks like she’s ready to kill the girl in grey and also looks like she would be completely capable of it. She’s built like an Amazon.

“You could have killed him!” The Amazonian screeches out and goes to put her hands on the smaller girl, who just rolls her eyes and sidesteps the attack, causing the Amazon to stumble and trip to the ground.

“I could only hope to be so damn lucky.” The little stiff mutters. She might be going for a quiet mutter but it doesn’t come out that way and it wouldn’t matter if she had been quiet, because all attention seems to be on her by now anyways.

I know all of my attention is on her. I can’t even help the smirk that tilts my lips up at her response as Chase snorts out a laugh.

“And if you were observing closely, I aimed him precisely where I wanted him to hit with the perfect amount of force. Enough to make him scream like the little bitch he is but not enough to kill him.” She pauses and sighs, almost dejectedly. “I’m still up in the air on whether I did him a favor, or all the rest of us a disservice. Time will tell though I guess.” With that, she shrugs as if she really was torn about her decision then moves off.

Another Abnegation girl has just careened to the roof and is who the little stiff was waiting for. She scrambles over to where the new stiff is crumpled on the ground and tangled up with another fucking Candor girl.

“Are we just being fucking invaded here?” I mutter angrily but still can’t take my eyes off of the first girl.

“Mary Katherine! Did you have to push him? He wasn’t going to hurt me.” The new stiff isn’t even standing when she launches into her scolding, but the other girl doesn’t even acknowledge it other than to grimace a little when she hears her name.

Not that I blame her. I already hate the fucking name myself and I didn’t have to spend a lifetime with it.

She helps her scolder up then helps brush the gravel and dirt off the other girl’s jacket, all while frowning. She locates a tear on the sleeve and scowls at a cut on her friends’ arm before she lets her go and replies finally; a determined look in her eye and a stubborn lift of her chin.

“First of all, I was helping him get over his obvious feelings of inadequacy, shown by his need to fuck with you.” She gives the other girl a pointed look before she continues. “Second of all, yes he would have and if you think different Beatrice, then you are in for a world of hurt during initiation. If you won’t take my word for it, ask your friend here. They obviously know each other. I’m sure she can tell you all about the new resident dick of Dauntless.”

I know with one look at the glare the Candor and his two friends are throwing to the girls that she isn’t wrong. I can already determine that those three are going to use anyone they think might be weaker than them to make themselves look stronger, and they aren’t going to be fair about it.

They’ll be ones to watch.

“Last of all,” she continues on, undaunted or unaware of the glares being sent her way or the attention she’s drawing to herself. “Please do not call me by that travesty of a name. I am and will only respond to Kat. If you’re smart, you will change yours too, Bea. I mean unless you just want to live with an instant chastity belt tethered to you.”

The Candor girls jaw, who is apparently friends with the other stiff, drops open while the other abnegation turns red and gasps. “Mary Katherine!”

There are sputters of laughter all over and I look over at Chase who’s holding in a laugh.

Kat, a much more fitting name, rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Lighten up Bea. It was a joke...sort of.” She sighs but there’s this tilt to her lips that has me tilting my head to the side and wondering what she’s about to spout next as she shakes her head. “I really do think, dear sister, that our parents chose our names as an instant abstinence tactic.” She crosses her arms and taps a finger to her chin as if in thought, but I can see it’s anything but genuine. “Do you think they teach that in Abnegation initiation?” She lets her hands drop to her side, shifts her posture in a blink, and before me is standing the very picture of a perfect fucking stiff.

Bowed head and clasped hands behind the back. Even the way she hunches her shoulders forward seems to be pushing focus away from her, but there’s still that glint in her eyes and the slight tilt of her lips as she keeps going with whatever little show she’s putting on. “By the way fellow Stiffs, someday you will lay with a man or a woman and produce a new little stiff. We expect you to keep the tradition of leg locking names alive.”

She says this all in an almost perfect imitation of the condescending tone of Marcus Eaton. Ripples of laughter make the way along the roof and while I don’t laugh, I crack the first smile I’ve let loose in a very, very long time it seems.

I shake my head in wonder at this strange girl while Chase is holding his stomach he’s laughing so hard. I honestly don’t know what the hell to think. There’s something going on with this girl, but I don’t have time to contemplate what it is.

All laughter, amusement, or chatter is cut off when a scream comes from the side of the roof where the train jumpers first land. I know before I even look over to the Dauntless-born pulling the girl from the edge what it means. I also know I’m going to be the one to have to deal with it as well.

Max looks at me and Chase, causing me to sigh and give him a curt nod of acknowledgment. I elbow Chase to get him moving. As we’re leaving, I notice that Chase has his head turned to look over his shoulder, trying to get one more last look at the girl I think we both want to stay and observe.

I can’t help but wonder if it might be for the same reason as me and how I feel about any of that.

I know I have a duty to take care of though.

My very last look, just before I go into the stairwell, is of Kat being pulled into a hug by three Dauntless-born, one being a Pedrad. My scowl at having to leave deepens at the look of affection on Uriah Pedrad’s face before I lose sight of her completely.

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ryujinzs · 7 years ago

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bill imagine

PART ONE

notes: so, this is was for a fanfic, but I decided do a imagine with some parts. is not bill x reader. I already made a character, elleonora and I hope you all like it. plus: Bill is a fighter, so... yeah.

I look at my reflection in the mirror for the last time. It was like torture,a sweet and slow torture. The edges were worn and needed to be retouched immediately. Right on the edge, there was a polaroid that breaks my heart every time I looked at her. The photo was taken in a moment where Bill and I were on the ice rink and for some reason there were lights scattered all over the place. It was romantic and memorable. His look on me was overflowing with love, and my smile to him, as passionate as possible.

I sigh tired trying to get rid of those memories. Now, we are not a couple anymore and my heart tightens every time I look at this picture. And if I closed my eyes for a few seconds, I could still smell his scent, his voice husky and calm in my ear telling me that he loves me or his tight embrace made me feel safe. Remembering how finished was particularly painful to deal with…

So I remembered…

“I could hardly look at him. It was hurting in me. It was getting to me slowly seeing him like that. His face was finished. Beyond the scar of years ago, there were cuts by the lips, cheek and eyebrow and a big purple in the apple of the face. The illegal fights were ending him, but his ambition was bigger than self-love and he let himself end up in that frightening way.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I say at once and I feel a hot tear trickle down my face.

Bill’s eyes are wet and his jaw locked while he stares at me impassively, I can barely make out what he’s feeling … Fear? Ache? Rage? I simply can’t.

“What do you mean?” his voice is hard and harsh, the voice that makes me tense and makes me shiver.

“I can’t be with you anymore.” I reveal my gaze between the opaque green of his eyes and the bruises marking his delicate skin. I sigh and let more tears surround me. “I can’t see you killing yourself. I can’t.” I gesture desperately.

“What the fuck?” he runs his hands over his face so that he is losing his temper. “Why do you want to do that? Why do you want to leave me?” he approaches in two steps and looks deep into my eyes making me intimidated.

“Because you’re killing yourself and I can’t see it knowing I can’t do anything!” I shout through tears, and I expect no other reaction than my own.

“I don’t give a fuck!” he runs his hands through his hair and I swear he was pulling his hair with some force.

“That’s the problem. I care too much to see you wreck yourself with these fights and the alcohol…” I run my hand over my face. “It’s over, Bill.”

I don’t know what happened, but then his gaze collapsed. The glow was gone, and his features changed automatically. Maybe he realized I was serious when he said he couldn’t stay with him anymore.

“No…” he nods his head repeatedly. “No, babe, no. Don’t do this to me, you know I need you…” he tried to reach my face with his hands, but I managed to escape. And before he could speak or do anything, I open the door and see him in it, with a tear trailing in his cuts and eyes staring at me with unimaginable pain.

“You made your choice, I’m sorry.” I shake my head, denying it, and I close the door behind me. I don’t hear a single noise, but when I am ready to enter the elevator, he opens the door so quickly and his agonized gestures catch my attention.

“Don’t go.”

“Goodbye, Bill.” I go inside and the door closes, so I end up collapsing inside the elevator.“

I come back to reality when my phone vibrates on top of the dressing table and I see a message from Jasmine, saying that everyone was already at the bar. I answer quickly and finish my make up. I draw the outline of the lips with the dark red lipstick and mess the blond strands of my hair that is completely flat. I like it that way.

I say goodbye to Tobias (my cat I won on my birthday, my ex boyfriend Bill who gave me and we ended up taking care of him together, but I decided that I would stay with him after all) and I keep my phone.

The taxi is waiting for me on the sidewalk and I make every effort to get inside the car and go to the bar where my friends are. It turns out that since my breakup with Bill, they think I’ve ended up isolating myself and somehow needed to have some fun. All I wanted was to stay home with Tobias, order pizza with extra cheese, and watch every possible episode of Friends. But not. I decided to leave home in the middle of Saturday night to try to have fun, just try.

When I arrived in the middle of the Flume (bar where I used to hang out with Bill and our friends) the feeling of nostalgia invades me and I spend some time staring at the lighted entrance in rustic tones with the dark glasses and I only realize that I’m in the taxi when driver catches my attention because he needed the payment. I apologize and paid him.

When I push the bar door, I see my friends away. Jasmine, Ed and Cole. I smile and wave at them, Jamine’s gaze to me becomes a little desperate and I don’t understand very well, I can only decipher what their bouncing eyes mean when I see the color of their light brown hair next to Cole I swallow hard and stop in the middle of the path, my hands begin to sweat in a weird way and my throat is dry. I think about turning around to leave, but unfortunately Cole sees me and raises his arms waving at me. The music is a little high, but I swear I could hear the beating of my heart.

“Elle!” Cole says scandalously and makes everyone at the table turn their heads in my direction. Even him.

My heart misses the beat when our eyes meet. There’s the same opaque green that I used to love so much, the same pale skin and soft, the same look. The cuts were gone, and I assumed he had taken great care of himself while he was alone, which is too good to be honest.

He doesn’t take his gaze from me, to be honest I expected a little more amazement from him, but he’s so peaceful it makes me uncomfortable. Why is not he bothered by my presence? Has he already forgotten me? The questions close when Jasmine touches my arm in a friendly way.

“Sit here.” I just agree and force a slightly shaky smile. I’m still sweating with excitement, and Bill’s gaze on me doesn’t help.

“You look beautiful, Elle.” Ed comments and I smile and thank.

Then it all starts to get a little weird.

Ed looks at Jasmine who glares at Cole. The things gets heavy and I feel bad for being there in front of Bill after all this time, not so much, but there were weeks since we’d finished and he looked so good…

That’s awful.

“I’ll get something to drink.” I say suddenly and Jasmine nods, thanking God that I’ve been leaving the table for a few minutes.

I feel a sharp shiver running down my spine as I leave the table and find myself at the counter. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s like I’m going to faint at any moment, my body is gathering strength to face the situation.

“What do you want?” the bartender says and I just say I want something strong, because to withstand my ex boyfriend at the same table as me and my friends, I’ll need a good dose of alcohol.

While I wait for the man to prepare my drink, I come across a blond man beside me, calmly drinking his beer. Light-colored eyes, the stubble to be made, and the great feeling that I know him from somewhere. He turns and my heart races in a rapturous way. It’s Bradley, my ex boyfriend.

“Elleonora?” he says a little surprised and confused.

“Brad…?”

“Fuck, Elle” he puts the beer on his side and holds me tight. “How long time.” I look at him as he loosens me from his arms.

“Yeah, a long time.” I answer with a smile.

“Are you here alone?” I know there are intentions in your question, but I decide to ignore it.

“I’m actually with some friends.” I look over Brad’s shoulder and see the table where I was. I sigh and look at him again. “You want to join us?” I only realize the stupidity I say when I remember Bill being here.

I literally invited my ex to sit at the table with my current ex boyfriend.

What the fuck.

He smiles weakly and grabs his beer and then my glass that has been on the counter for some time and I didn’t realize it.

“Of course.”

I breathe deeply feeling my stomach wrap. When I get to the table, everyone looks at me, including Bill who when sees Brad, closes his face at once and I swear I see something in his eyes.

“Uhm, guys do you remember Brad, right?” I say and sit down next to Jasmine.

“Course, you dated Elle, right?” Cole asks, and when he realizes what he has said, he looks at me a bit suspiciously.

Thank you, Cole.

“Yes, I dated Elleonora, but unfortunately we broke up.” Brad says in a half smile and I gulp down my drink, which descends ripping like a sharp knife in my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bill giggle as he takes another sip at his beer.

“Anyway, were not you in Norway?” I ask to try to break the weird thing between us, if at all possible.

“Yes, I came back last month.” he smiles at me sweetly.

“Should have stayed there.” I hear Bill’s quiet voice in a whisper and automatically look at him, who barely looks at me. I hope Brad has not listened.

“Must be a great place.” Jasmine says trying to get involved in the conversation.

“Oh, yeah!” Bradley gets excited about it. “I wish Elle had traveled with me, it’s definitely a wonderful place.” I swallow my drink by force.

“Who wants more beer?” Ed asks loudly, and Bill raises his hand to Jasmine. “Great, I’ll be right back.” then he leaves.

“And what have you been up to, Elle?” It strikes me that the conversation is focused on me, being the center of attention irritates me, I feel uncomfortable.

“Just working in the studio and doing some outside work as a model.” I smile weakly.

“Model? Wow.” Brad says laughing. “I always knew you were getting on with it. You are so beautiful.” I hold my breath and smile, thanking him for the compliment.

“Asshole.” this time didn’t come close to a whisper, everyone looked at Bill and my heart stopped.

“Sorry. What?” Brad turns away and laughs.

“Asshole. Do you really think that with these stupid things she’s coming back to you?” he wet his lips and looks at me quickly and then at Brad. “Because she won’t.”

“Bill.” I’m serious, but I’m ignored.

“Oh, so you’re the Elleonora’s ex-shit.” Brad laughs a little loudly and raises his eyebrow. “No wonder why she’s done with you, bro.”

“Guys…” Jasmine dares to say, but again, ignored.

“At least I gave her what she wanted.” I open my eyes to the sexual innuendo Bill does when he says it. Brad turns slowly to him and I see his face turn red. “At least I treated her like she deserved, not as a piece of shit as you did.”

“For goodness sake, stop with that shit!” I say loudly and they both look at me. “Can you two be adults for a fucking night and acting like normal people, not animals? Jesus!“ at that time of the championship there was a couple looking at our table and Ed is standing in front of the table looking at everything with wide eyes. “You know what? I’m out of here.”

“Elle, no.” Jasmine says trying to make me stay, but I can’t.

“Sorry for ruining your night, guys.” I say completely bland and turn around.

I get some glances from curious people and I ignore it. I try to leave as soon as possible and as soon as I can breathe a little of the outdoors my body starts to feel the heavy drops of rain that is falling.

I leave the bar so breathless that I barely noticed that a terrible storm is coming out here.

#bill skarsgård #imagine #imagines #bill skarsgard #bill x character #au

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succinct-assbutt · 7 years ago

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I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: It’s getting harder for the both of them to act like they don’t feel anything less than in love.

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Dedicated to: @scamanders26newtcase , @julibelen , @mayainneverland , @the-rain-pours-down ,

If I forgot to tag you, I apologize; don’t be shy to inbox me and let me know, and I’ll be sure to in the next part.

~*~*~*~

When they get back to the hotel, it’s like there hadn’t been any fight to begin with. They enter the building arms linked and smiling and giggling and behind them trail Castiel and Sam, faces adorned with furtive smiles that tell just how much they know.

(Because they do.)

(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet...)

They go through the lounge and then out onto the patio where (most of) the family buzzes around. Marilyn speeds left and right, asking about the flower decorations and when the arch will be there while the bride-to-be, eyes trained on a piece of paper in her hands, stands at the sidelines, mumbling—most likely reciting her vows, Dean reasons.

They say their hellos briefly and then head upstairs to change, returning at a few minutes to six to offer whatever help they can.

“Oh, thank God, some muscle.” Marilyn sighs with relief as her eyes skitter from Sam’s face to Cas’. “Could you guys help them carry in the calendulas? You can just put them here.” She points to one of the empty tables, and Sam gives a curt nod, before heading off.

“And us?” Y/N asks.

“Uhmmm…” Her mother whips back around, then, furrowing her brow, takes moment to think. Dean waits, hoping she says there’s nothing left to do because after the day he’s had, all he wants is to put his feet up and blow off some steam.

But his wish isn’t granted. Eyes widening in realization, Marilyn perks up with an idea, guiding them down to the pond where Rick and some of Y/N;s cousins are setting up the tikki torches.

Reflected in the calm waters, the glimmer of the flames is bright and rapid, tails of fire growing higher and higher and then smaller as the winds course through the air.

“Here.” Picking up two stray lighters, the elder Woman hands them to the pair. “Get started.”

And then she’s off.

Sharing curious glances for a second, Y/N and Dean twiddle with the lighters in their hands. They haven’t got much time left and so they begin.

The torches stretch past the pond and into the garden where the reception will be held, but even when they’re done lighting them up, there’s the lanterns on the steps. Then the candles. Then, just when Dean, exhausted from running left and right, is about to sit down for a breather, the fly-away lantern.

“The what?” He asks breathlessly, hunched over on one of the steps.

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes (but fails, because come on..). “The fly-away lantern.” She says. “The one that we’re gonna set off into the sky when the reception ends. They want to test it now to avoid any accidents this weekend.”

“Accidents like what? Setting fire to the clouds?”

“Shut up and come help me.” Ignoring his moans of objection, Y/N hauls her friend up onto his feet, giggling, and leads him over to the spot where the lantern is set. There are a couple of people fooling around near it, Rick and his posse smiling and passing it to each other like it’s a balloon before she grabs it mid-air.

She sets it down, rolling her eyes and gets out her lighter. “I can’t leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?”

“You have all these macho men to help you out, what do you need me for?” Grumbling, Dean crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

"None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”

“I could volunteer to be replacement.” Rick teases.

“Not so fast, buddy.” And Dean, stepping in right in front of him, almost growls even if he knows it’s just a joke.

(This whole thing, in a way, is.)

First, Y/N pins her hair up in a sloppy bun to keep it from getting caught in the flame. The wind tickles the exposed nape of her neck, sending a shock through her and coating it in gooseflesh. It’s dangerous, Dean presumes, to be setting off an almost-literal ball of fire into the sky when the winds are so violent, but it’s Y/N. Trusting her word is as good as trusting his own.

She flicks the lighter on. Casting her eyes up at him, she beckons the elder Winchester over.

“Dean, hold it up for me, will you? Yeah, like that. Okay, don’t let go, I’m lighting it.”

“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”

“Shut up. Dean, now.”

The elder Winchester’s fingers uncurl and everyone takes a step back, watching as the lantern, gleaming like a ball of fire, slips from their hold and soon begins to rise.

Dean watches it, entranced, a bit surprised actually because it looks a lot better than he thought it would. His initial fear of it backfiring dissipates like fog. His eyes follow the lantern floating higher and higher, moving with the breeze, dancing almost and he doesn’t want t look away lest he miss any more of its enchantment….

But he can’t help his gaze from flickering to Y/N.

Y/N, smiling, head tipped back and staring up at it like a child. Her eyes are squinted as she laughs triumphantly, tenderly, and Dean’s heart leaps in his chest for the hundredth time today. The rest of the family is gathering around to watch their success, all cheers and rapture and trying to set off some more just for the hell of it. Sam and Cas are back, too. Sam and Cas, Dean realizes, are setting off their very own lantern as well, and it takes him a moment to realize that they are calling him to join in on the fun.

And within two minutes, there are about twelve balls of fire dotting the sky, floating past the clouds and into the heavens.

They set the night ablaze with their success with the lanterns, infecting everyone around with a twin triumph and energy that comes the win and then move on to helping string the fairy lights across the garden. Y/N holds the ladder in place for him and tries not to laugh every time Dean complains she stop shaking it. When they finish their sector, they move on to picking up the cake, arranging the flowers and by the end of the night their hands are blistered and calloused from a day’s work.

Later in the night Dean sits on the edge of the bed, kneading his sore palms together and grimacing. His limbs feel disjointed and his back hurts and if he thought being mauled by a werewolf was the most pain he’s endured then, this day has come a close second. (Even if he’s too stubborn to admit that to a taunting Y/N).

“You look like crap.” She struts out of the bathroom with her pajamas on and a towel turbaned around her head. Dean rolls his eyes, trying not to show how much the mattress dipping from her weight makes his spine tingle.

“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”

“You assume right.”

“We made it, Dean.” And then there’s that somber air hanging between them.

He wants to turn to meet her gaze, to look into the pools of y/e/c he assumes are glinting like stars with joy, but the excruciating pain in his neck won’t let him.

Keeping his back to her, the elder Winchester instead shuts his eyes and lets his breathing even. The room is silent for a moment. Feint music, the roar of Marilyn shouting instructions on where to set what. Dean tires not to laugh. Y/N really is her mother’s daughter….

“Something wrong?” Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she tips her head to the side.

Shaking his head, the elder Winchester lets out a sigh. “Just tired.” He explains. She watches him, patient, biting her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation.

He hopes she can’t see through the façade—but hoping is as far as his requests go, as the young girl straightens out, alert, and trains her eyes on him.

“Dean…”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do this, okay? We just made up a few hours ago and I’m not ready for another—“

“I’m not doing anything—Y/N…”Within the flash of second, Dean whips around to face his friend, a tired, almost sympathetic smile etched in his face and takes her hand into his. It’s warm, flax. Y/N stills for a moment and the green-eyed hunter takes it as his chance to shift and move a little bit closer. Just close enough to see the wave of red that flushes her cheeks and then disappears. (You’d think by now they’d be past the coyness).

Her hand feels endlessly warm in his. They’ve been down this road before. So many times—within this past two weeks and within the past few months it is then that Dean is finally tired of the tip-toeing. Tired, but…not ready to do anything about it. Not yet.

Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the elder Winchester gulps and slowly releases her hand. He must be imagining it—the glint of disappointment that flashes across Y/N’s face. Because within a second, she straightens her back and clears her throat.

There’s an awkward, almost sad smile on her face. Almost embarrassed, this time it’s his turn to mask his emotions of hurt when he realizes this.

When the air is almost too painfully awkward, he clears his throat and gives a half-assed, definitely not hurt, definitely earnest chuckle as he turns his back.

“Man, sorry…” Wiping a hand down his face, he apologizes. “I’m just tired. Really, really tired. Wow. Uhm—do you want the bed tonight?” He glances over his shoulder.

Y/N fumbles and then finally gathers herself enough to fervently shake her head. “Uhm, no…it’s fine.” Comes a strained laugh. “I could go spend the night in Sam and Cas’ room. You get your rest.”

“I f you wanna stay then—“

“Dean…” And there’s that hand again on his shoulder as Y/N, shaking her head, expression dressed in just as much exhaustion, stares at him. At this point, they’re back to normal; to colleagues and best friends who read each other like a book. He can see in her eyes she knows just how tired he is.

Eyes sliding over his face, she gives his arm a little squeeze. “Rest.” She says.

Rest.

Stricken by her spell, the only thing the elder Winchester can do is swallow, nod wordlessly and watch as she pecks a light kiss on his forehead and then leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, echoing in the graveyard silent room, he lets out a breath.

~*~*~*

Y/N doesn’t want to sleep in Sam and Cas’ room. She doesn’t want to be any more than six feet away from Dean, but at the moment that seems the best decision for everyone. For her, for him—right now, they are two raging tornadoes hurtling towards each other, and the only way to avoid having a colossal catastrophe is to let them rage on their own.

When she gets to the room, she knocks gingerly on the door and within a few seconds Sam opens up.

“Hi, roomie.” She greets, smiling as she sidesteps into the room. Cas is there, sitting in a chair and reading a travel guide from the night stand and he greets her with a curt nod, barely looking up to meet her eyes. Y/N throws herself onto the bed with an oomph.

“Another fight?” Sam asks as he settles down at the foot of the bed.

She shakes her head against the castle of pillows, then grabs another and props it behind her head. “No. He just needs his beauty sleep so I let him have it in the form of our bed.”

“I thought it’s big enough for the two of you...I mean, you guys never mind rooming on a hunt.”

“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”

“Apparently not.” he answers. “I’ve been doing some digging since we got here, actually. Looks like Boston is pretty monster-free.”

“Have you seriously been looking for a case while we’re at a wedding?” Y/N asked, amused. Smiling, Sam gets up and moves over to the desk where his laptop sits open.

“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”

“Sam….”

The younger hunter looks up, eyes curious and calm, and Y/N takes in a deep breath.

“You…” She struggles for the words that so desperately cling to the floor of his belly, anxious. Sitting up, the sheets crumple and ruffle with her movements and she grips one of the pillows to her chest like it will somehow ease her nerves. Pauses. Deep breaths. Rapid heartbeat. She tries again.

“You know about…Dean, and…I—don’t you?”

“Sorry?”

“About…uhm…”

At this point, even Cas has tuned in, his book carefully rested in his lap. Staring at the younger Winchester, she can feel sweat bead at the nape of her neck.

“Oh, God, this is so awkward.” Y/N groans as she buries her face in the pillow. Her cheeks and ears feel hot, but at least she’s gotten the wheel rolling with this, at least they’re in motion.

But then, out of the sudden silence, she hears the quiet titter of Sam’s laugh. Shooting up to sit, she looks at him. Her eyes bounce from him to Cas whom she finds has a twin smirk on his lips, and Y/N’s eyes narrow.

The younger Winchester notices this and stifles his laughs, holding a fist to his mouth. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s just uhm…” His eyes lift to her and he’s still smiling. “…I knew a long time ago. Probably before even you did.”

“What?”

“We both did.” He gestures to Cas. “It’s kind of…. Hard not to.”

The angel nods, not lifting his gaze as he flips to the next page.You and Dean are quite inseparable.”

“And intolerable.”

“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”

“It’s only been a matter of time before you guys found out. That’s why I actually, uhm, called Cas up this week to come here. So that we could…”Sam’s voice dies away and he averts his eyes to something else, scratching his head, and it’s obvious, and strange, and Y/N, arms still firmly coiled around her pillow feels like a child whose parents have just broken the Santa-news to them.

Sam knows. And Cas knows.

And…

“And Dean?” She can’t help but ask, not even bothering to hide the eager tone of her voice.

Exchanging looks, the two are quiet for a moment. The air in the room stills and no one says anything. When no reply comes, she can feel the edges of her nerves fray more and more.

“Sam,” An admonishing tone drips from tongue. “And what about Dean? Does he know?”

“Not…entirely. Okay, look,” Sighing, he then crosses the room, perching himself down beside her. She glares him down as he sits clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.

“It’s hard to explain all this.”He states calmly

Her voice thin and almost cracking, Y/N’s eyes bore into his.“So this whole thing is one-sided?”

“What? No.”

“Dean does care about you, Y/N.” Cas supplements from his chair, his attention for his book long gone and now focused on them. “Immensely.”

“He’s in love with you.”

Silence.

Sam bites his tongue and Y/N, gaping with wide-eyes, tries to gather the wind that has just been knocked out of her with his words. The world, just for split second, halts its movements and they are frozen,caught in a stand still of time and space and she

“W-what...?”

“I….”

But before the younger Winchester can get a word out, there comes a knock on the door, drawing the attention away as Cas rises. When he swings the door open, Y/N isn’t surprised to see that it’s Dean.

With wet hair tousled in every which way, it’s obvious he has just showered and gotten ready for bed, already clad in some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Gulping thickly, Y/N catches his eyes through the crack in the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” The angel steps aside and in saunters the elder Winchester. When she looks at him, Y/N can see that, even if it might be miniscule, a bit fo tension has been washed away. Dean looks more tamed, more like himself as his lips form a smirk.

“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”

“You’re right in time.” The younger Winchester stands. “We were just about to braid each other’s hair.”

He laughs. “Oh, joy.”

“Beer?” Grabbing one of the cans on the table, Sam wiggles at his brother, smiling.

“Ice-cold, please.”

He tosses it to Dean and snapping it open, the elder Winchester takes a heavy sip, eyes fluttering shut.

Watching him, the coil in Y/N’s gut only tightens. She tries to make conversation, tries to laugh at his jokes, tries to act like she doesn’t notice that he’s a lot better now because even that feels too inconspicuous after what Sam just revealed, doesn’t it? Too suspicious? Maybe not. She’s tired and weary and after their second beer, Y/N gets up and decides to head back to spend the night in their room.

She splashes some water onto her face, cards her fingers through her hair and then crawl into bed. They don’t say anything to each other; not a goodnight or sweet dreams, but after the day they’ve had, the comfortable silence of the night is enough of an intimacy, especially when Y/N feels a hand slither beneath the blanket and lace with hers.

Rest

~*~*~

It’s a lot easier now that they’ve made up. Less tedious planning out their trips to fittings and rehearsals, definitely not as awkward as it once was, and Dean is definitely grateful that the entire wave of conflict between him and Y/N has blown over. It’s easier, now, for all of them; friends and family alike as they no longer have to pry either of them with questions of the other’s whereabouts…It’s easier now for Dean to let himself fall more and more in love with Y/N.

No strife nor resentment. They are yet again on the same page, and for him to say it feels like anything less than a great pleasure would be ridiculous.

Friday morning greets them with clear skies and warm sun, everything ripe and plump with color as they head into town for another fitting. Dean doesn’t stop mentioning this—the potent harmony—to Sam while they’re standing in the tailoring shop with Cas, arms raised up as they take the measurements round their waists because by God, he just can’t not ramble on about it.

Keeping as still as he can, the elder Winchester smiles subtly at his brother. “TGIF. I can’t wait for tonight.”

“I can see.” Sam chuckles in response, before a sly smirk forms on his lips. “ I see making up’s made you giddy nonstop, huh?”

“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”

“Dude, you were singing along to the radio today. Billboard one hundred.”

“Are we all getting suits for tonight or is dressing formal optional?” Castiel pipes up, earning the attention of both hunters as they turn to him standing by the mannequins, fingers trailing along the lapels. Brow knitted, the angel’s gaze bounces between the two.

“Well, I guess you can wear what you want. Thinking of sporting the trench-coat?” Sam prompts.

“Please don’t.” Dean shimmies his shoulders so that the jacket falls properly over his frame as he takes a look in the mirror. “Y/N wants us looking dapper as ever and that thing is…well..”

“Ragged. Yes, I know.” Cas answers plainly. With a sigh, he pivots around, sizing up one of the displays. It’s deep navy with a light, almost pastel marigold tie, and he sucks in a breath. “I’ll find a suit. Hopefully something—as Dean so put it—dapper.”

“’Atta’ boy.”

“Cas, pass me that silver tie, will you?” Sam asks. The angel tosses it to him and the younger Winchester quickly fixes it into place, eyes trained on his very own reflection.

When they’re done with suits, it’s onto picking up the minister from out of town and bringing him back to the hotel. Long drives and even longer conversations where Dean, for seemingly the first time does not mind talking about how beautiful Boston is. Reverend Loyd was born here but moved away upon taking his oath, he tells them and the elder Winchester listens the entire drive, a content smile etched into his face.

(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)

~*~*~*~

The entire floor is filled with the sound of Donkeyboy blaring through the halls as Y/N gets ready.

Curling her hair, getting out her clothes, makeup. It’s the rehearsal tonight and, as declared by her elder sister, she’s going to have to look elegant and pleasant while retaining the focus on the bride to be. With that in mind, the entire preparation is set in place: her dress is spread across the bed alongside a pair of heels she borrowed from S/P/N and the room is scented with her fragrance of Peace Lilly perfume. In the bathroom, Y/N is finishing up curling the ends of her Y/H/C hair as Stereolife slows to a finish on the speakers.

Sliding the curler through the last ringlet, she takes one of the bobby pins tucked between her lips and pins it in place, then does the back and spritzes a cloud of hairspray on to set it. Another song begins. Slower this time, wafting through the entire and, after taking one last look at the finish, she goes to turn the volume up. As she maneuvers around the room, her minds wanders. To tomorrow, what it will be like. To last night.

To Dean.

It’s no longer something she’s so ashamed of. Thinking about the elder Winchester has almost become a custom and so she chooses to not fight it. To embrace. It’s the only way she can make this any less painful, like a sailor thrown out into the sea, letting the tide wash over him. Consume—Y/N tries not to think about how much it has, so far. How much of her it has eaten, like a vicious disease she stubbornly refuses to treat.

She doesn’t want to treat it. She wants Dean.

And if she and Sam’s conversation over the phone last night means anything, then he wants her, too.

And isn’t that enough? Just knowing? She feels like it should be. Like yearning for more is a gluttony she needs to avoid lest Karma pay her a visit for not abiding, and yet at the same time it calls to her. Dean. Her Dean…He always has been, since the very day they met, two pieces of the same shattered glass and maybe they’re meant to fit together. Her Dean, for more than a year now.

Forever.

They have battled and bled and been by one another for as long as she can remember. Dean is her best-friend, Y/N thinks. Even if it’s only mere thought, just knowing should be enough for her.

~*~*~*~

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citrusrei · 8 years ago

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X-44 Land.

Reader x J-Hope - BTS (ZombieApocalypse!AU) Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, kinda smutty in dis one? Synopsis: The times and trials of people trying to make it in a world that’s heading for ashes. Word Count: 12.7k Part 1 of ?

Playlist: Little Secrets - Passion Pit, In Case of Rapture - As Tall As Lions, Circles - Thrice, Last Man Standing - People In Planes, Rose Golden - Kid Cudi ft.Willow

AN: *mentions of death and gore* I’m gonna put a TW up on this as it’s a pretty graphic (I mean obviously it’s a zombie apocalypse AU :/) but just a warning! Let me know how ya like it! <3

Everything I loved, became everything I lost.

If you remembered back to the time where you felt peace; where you felt a complete calm, no fear running through your veins, no worries running through your mind, nothing but happiness and ease, when would that be?

You could almost taste the memory on the tip of your tongue. The summer before the outbreak. Thankfully, strain X-44 decided to let you enjoy one last family outing, making its infamous appearance only a day after one of your favorite times of the year.

It was Independence Day. Your family always threw a huge get together, inviting as many family members as your backyard could hold. Aunt, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, Cousins, whether be second, third or fourth, hell, even removed, they'd be there. Cars lined the street late in the night, the entire block setting off fireworks into the stars as lightning bugs danced around the atmosphere and june bugs sang their songs of summer, celebrating national freedom.

"Kids! The food's ready! Come eat!" Your mother yelled from the porch. A slur of screams and giggles as the children finished splashing their current opponent added to the cacophony of all the sounds of the evening. A repetitive pop song played from the stereo and numerous people swayed drunkenly to its beat, naturally.

You sipped from the cold beer bottle in your hand casually even though you weren't of age. Your mother figured a few on the 4th of July couldn't be that bad and who was going to deny underage drinking? The sun was setting by now. The blistering heat from the day slowly dissipating into a mild breeze while the mugginess remained. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair, still drying from the trip to the pool nearly an hour ago. This humidity being your only concern.

"Why the long face, cuzzo?" Your cousin Lea asked, elbowing you gently on the arm as she sat next to you on the porch step.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how frizzy my hair is going to be after it dries." You laughed, taking another sip from the bottle.

"Just throw it up! You look cute with your hair up anyways. That boy you like show?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you recalled the day before of running into your high school crush and inviting him to your family's get together. It was a weak move.

"Who? Jackson Wang? No, he didn't. I didn't think he would anyways. He's probably up at that lake house he always talks about with Kwon Minah. Oh well." Lea smiled at you. She'd always admired your nonchalant attitude, even if it was a façade.

"Well, fuck him. Not... literally though. He doesn't sound like he's worth it."

You side-eyed her, knowing she was right, "Yeah... but he's really cute."

Lea loudly giggled at your wallowing and playfully hit your shoulder, "Come on! The burgers are gonna be cold by the time we get to them and you know I hate cold food." She huffed, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to the table with an uncanny amount of different foods.

"Oh look, Uncle Joe brought his pasta salad." She whispered, piling her plate high with macaroni and cheese.

"The one that tastes like stale cardboard?" Lea snickered at your remark, nodding her head. Before you could add anything else to the conversation, the sliding glass door opened, revealing your cousin fresh from his first year of college. The lot of your family cheered and howled at his arrival, acting as though they hadn't seen him in 20 years.

"Namjoon!" Lea hollered, setting her plate on the picnic table. The tall man made his way over to the both of you, hugging you tightly.

"Lea, (Y/N)! It's been so long!" He grinned.

"Yeah, nearly a year ya bastard!" She shouted, playfully slapping his arm.

"Yeah, I know. I need to make it a better habit of coming home more often, huh?"

The two caught up with each other and you decided you couldn't wait any longer to eat dinner but before you sat down, you saw a dark haired head poked from behind Namjoons shoulder. You curiously peeped your head around him only to be met with the eyes of a stranger. His eyes widened at your action before turning into half moons as he nervously waved to you. You did the same.

"So yeah, Calcul-Oh, I'm so sorry. This is my friend, Hoseok. He didn't have anything else to do so I invited him to the party. I figured that wouldn't be a big deal?" Namjoon said, bringing his smaller friend into view.

"Nope! Not a problem at all! Nice to meet you Hoseok. I'm Lea and this is (Y/N), we're Namjoon's cousins."

Hoseok nodded, "Oh yes, I've heard lots of stories about you guys from Namjoon."

"Only good ones I hope!" You added, causing the others to laugh.

"Only good ones." He smiled.

After a while of talking, you found out that Hoseok grew up a couple of states over in a small farming town which you thought didn't suit him that well. He seemed more, updated? Modern? Definitely not the type of boy to grow up on a farm, tending to pigs and chickens all day. You also found out he was majoring in child education with a minor in psychology which is how he met Namjoon. A cute country boy who not only loved kids but modern day science and medicine? This guy was a keeper and by the end of the night, you couldn't even remember Jacqueline Tang or whatever his name was.

"You should just stay the night, Namjoon! There's room in the basement for you and Hoseok." Lea begged, giving her best puppy dog eyes to the taller man but failing due to her being heavily intoxicated.

"Nah, we're gonna crash at a friend of mine's from High School. I'll see you guys tomorrow though?" You and Lea nodded, hugging Namjoon goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you, Hoseok." You mused.

"Yeah, you too." His smile could have cured cancer, at least you thought. It was brighter than any star or sun you'd seen and you wanted nothing else than to see more of it.

"Okay ladies, get as much sleep as possible cause we're going to be here 8 am, sharp okay? We want to get to this waterpark right as it opens." Once again, the both of you nodded, bidding the boys adieu and locking your front door behind you.

"Hoseok is cute isn't he? A little too young for me though, dang it," Lea joked, "Maybe you should go for it?"

"What? I'm still in high school and he goes to a college 3 states away!"

"You're so dramatic, you're a senior. It's legal. He seems nice. Just... think about it, okay? Let's go to bed. We have big day tomorrow." You let out a sigh before following Lea up the stairs to your bedroom. She was right, it wasn't like you'd get in trouble for anything and he was a really nice guy. All this thinking was hurting your tipsy brain.

Let's just see what happens tomorrow, you thought, tucking yourself into the warm sheets and drifting off in the blink of an eye.

Just like Namjoon said, they were there at 8:00 am on the dot, cooler filled with drinks and snacks, bags packed with sunscreen, towels, clothes and blankets. All that was left to put in the car was the two of you.

"Wow, you guys are really prepared, aren't you?" Lea said, stuffing her bag into the trunk.

"Better to be over-prepared than under, right?" Namjoon smiled, taking a sip from his orange flavored soda and jumping back into the drivers seat.

The drive there was filled with lots of talking and horrible singing to the songs on the radio, especially between you and Hoseok. The two of you spoke as if you'd been friends for a decade. It almost scared Namjoon how similar your tastes were. You both liked the same music, the same sports team, the same drink, hell even the same brand of chocolate. Cadbury, to be specific. It was weird. Like some missing piece to you you didn't even know was missing. Lea pointed it out every chance she got. When Hoseok and Namjoon would get into a conversation of their own, she'd turn to you and gush on and on about what a 'match made in heaven' the two of you were, to which, you'd just roll your eyes and hush her.

"Finally!" Lea howled as soon as the park entered her view.

Namjoon pulled into an empty parking spot that thankfully was near the entrance. You had arrived 10 minutes before the park even opened yet numerous families and couples lined up, waiting for the time the gates would open and they could enjoy the day splashing in the sun.

You reached into your purse in search of your sunglasses, Lea doing the same to hers.

"Ow!" She yelped, bringing out her finger and stuffing it into her mouth.

"You okay?" You asked, eyeing her as you placed the shades a top of your head.

She nodded, finger still stuck in between her teeth as she nodded, "Yeah, just got stabbed by something in my purse. It's fine though! Namjoon brought a first aid kit!"

"You ready, ladies?" Namjoon shouted from the trunk. Lea immediately forgot about her finger as she slung her bag over her shoulder and hopped out of the truck. You laughed at her antics. She was older than you by almost a decade yet the two of you were insanely close. She was your shoulder to lean on, your advice giver, your best friend, really. She could turn any situation into a giggle fest just by her ditziness alone. That was the quality of her you loved the most. A stereotypical blonde, and proud.

The four of you trekked up to the line which was already moving by the time you reached it. A group of kids and their parents chatted rather loudly, not that it bothered you though. You were just as excited as them. Another man a few people ahead of you was in some sort of coughing fit. He looked sickly pale with dark, deep set bags under his eyes as he choked into his fist. What you assumed was his wife turned to him, scowling harder and harder every time he coughed.

"Oh, Howard! Keep that cough under control! Maybe we shouldn't have come!" You heard her yell, numerous heads swiveling to the drama unfolding before them, including the kids behind you.

"Now, Martha, please keep your voice down. You know how bad Nathan wanted to-" Was all he could get out before coughing out another lung and digging into his floral patterned shirt in search of a used hanky. It was then you noticed the small boy at his feet, clutching on to said shirt. His round, blue eyes peered up to his father, concern and worry swimming through them. He had to have been no more than 5 years old. Your heart clenched at the sight and you silently wished that you'd never be in a marriage with as much resentment as that. You could literally see the regret and unhappiness drip from woman's face. All that scowling really aged her.

"Great start to the day, huh." Hoseok smiled, trying to make light of the situation.

"What? Oh, yeah. Poor guy. He's got a cold and his wife couldn't care less. It makes me sad." You said. The solemnness in your tone surprised Hoseok, but not unpleasantly. He liked that you were sensitive in that way, showed him a bit more of your character.

"My guess is that they had a couple of dates, she got knocked up and he felt bad so they got married. Not much love could come from a situation like that." He sighed.

"Maybe. But still. It's not hard to be nice. Especially when someone's sick like that." Hoseok nodded along with you, completely agreeing.

After what seemed like 5 hours, you all made it to the front of the line and purchased your tickets. You followed Namjoon who as always, naturally led the pack wherever he deemed fit. Thankfully, he found the perfect spot to set up the blanket and cooler. Right under a huge oak tree, not too far from the concession stand and bathrooms yet in perfect reach from the best waterslides and rides.

"Let's go get wet then!" Lea cheered, running towards the open pool and diving right in, completely not realizing the small innuendo she'd said.

You giggled after her and pulled your over shirt off, revealing the small two piece you'd purposely wore today. Hoseok swallowed the hard lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, coughing slightly as he attempted to avert his gaze. His little fit however, did not go unnoticed.

"Let's go!" You said, playfully slapping Hoseok's shoulder before running after Lea.

"Yeah... let's go." He whispered, but to no one in particular.

The morning went on without a hitch, besides the misstep of forgetting to put on sunscreen and having to wait until you were dry to put some on. There was no way Hoseok was going to see you looking like a lobster today, uh-uh.

Before you knew it, the sun was peaked in the sky. It's rays flared down, warming the cold waters and kissing your skin. It was only half past noon, but the four of you had turned at least two shades darker. Hoseok looked amazing, like more amazing than he did last night when his hair was parted down the middle and wearing the jeans that shamelessly accented his butt perfectly. But now, he had you drooling. His tanned skin worked perfectly with his hair color and the swimming shorts he wore left very little to the imagination. Not to mention his physique. You remembered from last night that he mentioned he danced but, damn, you weren't expecting this.

"Hey! I'm getting kind of hungry, what about you guys?" Lea said, doggy paddling her way over to where you and the boys waded.

"Yeah I could go for something." You agreed, regretfully pulling your gaze from Hoseok. The boys hummed in agreement and followed you out of the water, taking their time to let the water drip from their body.

"Why don't you, Hoseok and Lea get something? I'll stay here and watch our stuff, okay?" Namjoon suggested as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

"Sounds good to me." The others nodded along, patting down their bodies to get rid of any excess water.

The sun's heat could be felt 100 times more now that you didn't have the water to cool you down and even though you'd put on numerous layers of sunscreen, your main fear was that it was going to fail and you'd end up looking like a tomato. Well, that and plus it'd be painful. Sunburn was no joke.

"So, what sounds good?" Hoseok asked as he skimmed the menu, breaking you from your thoughts.

"I don't know... uh, maybe cheese fries?"

Hoseok hummed, raising his eyebrows, "Maybe we could get cheese fries and share them, that way we could get like a hot dog too?" You smiled to him and nodded. Naturally, you could eat a whole order of cheese fries by yourself, but if he wanted to share with you then who were you to deny him?

"I think I'll get cheese fries too. Oh, and a funnel cake! What do you think Namjoon will want?" Lea chimed. But before you or Hoseok could put in your input, a small crowd of people surrounded a table only a few away from where you were standing.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you wandered to the sight.

"(Y/N), um, maybe you should stay back here?" Hoseok warned, concerned at what was happening.

"It's probably just some kid who got sick!" Lea howled, beckoning you back with her hand, "Let's order, I'm starving!"

However, you didn't listen. You held up a finger, telling them to give you just a minute. The crowd grew larger and the hushes amongst the onlookers turned into booming echoes gossiping about whatever was happening. An onsite paramedic pushed his way through the dense crowd quickly as he gripped the first aid kit.

"Move! Move! I need to get to the patient! Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?" You heard him speak. Deciding to be a bit more nosy, you pushed through a couple more people so you could get a good look at what was happening.

It was a man, probably in his early 20's. He was convulsing and he looked gauntly pale. Heat stroke? You thought. There was something unsettling about the situation, though. This wasn't any kind of heatstroke you'd seen. He twisted and shook, he arms and legs snapping in different directions, so loud that you could have swore they were breaking.

"Help him! He's seriously wrong!" A girl yelled, clutching the side of the paramedics arm. You presumed it to be his girlfriend. "Yeah!" The crowd jeered, "Help him!"

A look of annoyance appeared on the paramedics face. He was trying to do his job, it was just hard with all the surrounding chaos.

"I'm trying! Miss, was anything wrong with him before? Too much sun? Did he eat something wrong? Have any allergies?" He quizzed, picking up the man's arm and injecting an IV into it.

"No, no! No allergies, he's been in the shade so not that! He ate some kimbap I brought from home and then he started acting like this!" She sobbed, the tears streaming from her eyes as if she were a river.

"What was in the kimbap, Miss?"

"Uh-um, radish, carrot, egg, ch-chicken? I-I don't remember fully, I just threw stuff together!" The paramedic looked deep in thought as he steadied his grip on the patient before turning to his walkie-talkie, asking for a gurney.

"Don't worry, we'll get him better." He smiled, "Now, the rest of you-" Before he could finish his sentence, the man in his arms seemed to stop convulsing and only seconds later, he pounced.

The man took after the paramedics neck, sinking his teeth into his flesh as if it were as soft as butter. The gurgled screams of the paramedic could be heard miles away. It imprinted itself in your mind as did the sight in itself. The man's girlfriend jumped back, her eyes widening as she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. The crowd dispersed immediately, everyone running off to their families in an attempt to escape. Their shrill shouts and yelps were the only thing that could be heard.

You knew what this was. There were numerous shows on TV about it, hundreds of movies. Not in a million years did you think it'd ever happen, but you were no fool. It was exactly the same.

It was like you'd turned into stone. You could only watch as people shoved and pushed you in whichever direction as they booked it to the exit. You were stuck and you knew that if you didn't get your mind back on track, you were next.

Time seemed to pass in minutes as the people ran, screaming for their lives but in reality no more than 10 seconds had passed. 10 seconds into the initial bite; the one that would start it all. He ripped and chewed into the paramedics neck like some dog toy but after the 10 second mark, he flung himself off, diving for the terrified girl on the ground and doing the same to her.

Your eyes reluctantly traveled to the paramedic. It was the same; the convulsions, the snapping and contortions but it was quicker this time, and then he was on his feet. His hungry gaze set on you.

A crackled snarl echoed from his bloodied mouth before he took off after you. This was it. You'd just met the man of your dreams and in a day he was being taken away from you. Well, you were being taken away from him but still. Your stone body turned to water as you felt the fear run from your head to your toes, your knees giving way as you accepted what was about to happen. You were going to become one of those things.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you sent a quick prayer of forgiveness, hoping to go somewhere nice after your imminent death. You braced yourself for the bite, for the pain, but it didn’t come. Instead, your eyes opened and what you saw made you wish you did in fact get bit.

Lea stood before you, pushing the beast from you as his teeth locked into her arm, "Hoseok! A little help here!" You don't know where he got it, but what looked to be an ice pick of sorts was gripped tightly in his hand as he came up behind it hesitantly, waging a war with himself. Was he really capable of stabbing a guy? Like, this could just be a case of Mad Cow Disease or something and if it was and it comes out that he was the guy who killed some random person by stabbing him in the head, then he'd be locked up for years! Maybe even life!

"Hoseok!" Lea hissed, tears cascading from her blue eyes, "In the head. Do it now!" And without another word or second passing, he did it. He shoved the blunt pick through the skull of the paramedic with his eyes shut, a tight grimace settled on his face.

"Okay, fuck. Let's go before these two get handsy." Lea sighed, grabbing you from the ground and Hoseok from his state of shock.

Once a bit of distance was in between you and the concession stand, you slowed down, only a bit though. Other people and families rushed to the exit, foregoing their belongings. As long as they could get out of this place, they'd be okay. But the front gate was practically a buffet for the two zombie lovebirds back at concessions. You turned your head back as you walked with your arm around Lea. The two had found the lot of people and began their attack. Starting with a teenage boy in blue trunks.

10. 9. 8. 7.

Another bite.

6. 5. 4. 3.

Another.

2. 1.

And that was all it took for the boy to change. He was as feral as the other two. Ten Seconds to change. Then that about Lea?

Your eyes cautiously gazed up to her. She looked pale, compared to her summer tan, nearly white. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were turning bloodshot, but she was determined to get you to Namjoon. Fuck, where was he?

"Lea, Lea wait." You said, setting her down on the pavement. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and you didn't care if Hoseok saw them fall. He was still in a state of shock and it looked like he couldn't comprehend anything that was going on.

"Lea... I'm so sorry." You choked. Your fingers ran through her bleached blonde locks as you cradled her head to your chest. She feebly lifted hers to grace your arm before uttering, "It’s okay, baby cuz'. I gotta protect my youngin's don't I?"

You pulled her head back, looking into her orbs that were once a pearlescent shade of turquoise blue, now mimicking the color of a dusty ashtray. You were confused at where her newfound southern accent was coming from, but you decided to ignore it. Guilt ate away at you. This shouldn't be her. It should be you. You hated yourself for letting someone so precious to you do this. This wasn’t real, right? Just some sick, messed up dream.

"Hoseok... stab me." She mumbled, her eyes crossing slightly, her fingers beginning to twitch.

"No!" You barked, snatching her away, as far as you could from the sharp point.

"Babygirl," Lea cooed, her accent still there, "Let him do it! I don't wanna be one of them sick fucks! Stab me! Stab me!" She howled, her breathing becoming irate as you felt her heartbeat skyrocket. Every breath she took became louder, almost as if she couldn't breath, as if her lungs were filled with a thick mucus.

"Lea! Why are you talking like that? You can't leave me. There has to be something we can do. Maybe, we can cut off the wound? Or maybe-"

"Stop!" She screeched, the volume hurting your ears, "Stop, stop, stop, it's too late! It was always too late!" Her voice became maniacal as she broke into a loud laugh. It terrified you that she was acting like this. Was this part of the turning process?

"Stop! Get a hold of yourself! This isn't you!" You sobbed, the tears flowing at an unruly speed.

"Hoseok, stab me! Fucking do it!" She begged. He stepped closer, the pick shaking in his hand as he looked at the two of you unravel.

"No, please! Don't! Hoseok do-"

"Just do it!" She screamed. And before you could utter another word, Hoseok did it. It was quick and you prayed, painless.

You couldn't breath. You couldn't think. You couldn't move. Your body had turned back into stone as you held onto Lea's lifeless body. Blood poured from the stab wound as he pulled the pick from her head, staining your hands and legs. In the distance you could hear someone calling for you, someone clutching your arm to take you away but you didn’t dare follow. You wanted to die too. How were you going to make it without her? A life without Lea was not a life at all.

Unfortunately, your body betrayed you as your legs mechanically followed wherever you being dragged off to. After some time, you stopped. Two voices in the background could be heard talking to one another. Something about a back exit, a slur of fuck's and whatever else. You couldn't hear much, not that you wanted to anyways. Once again, you were on the move and pretty soon, everything became dark.

You don't know how long had passed since you had blacked out, but when your eyes opened, the sun was almost set. Your surroundings consisted of Namjoon, Hoseok, a couple of bags in the back and a blanket and pillow for you. You sat up quickly, alarming Hoseok who looked back at you with heavy eyes. Namjoon glanced at you from the rear-view mirror, a sigh escaping his lips before attempting to smile to you.

"Hey, baby. How do you feel? Got a headache? Here, I've got some tylenol and water." You shook your head at his offer and leaned back into the seat. You didn't want to think, even though logically that wasn't possible. The images of earlier flashed through your mind and it made you sick to your stomach.

"Namjoon," You moaned, "Pull over."

He did as you asked and immediately you jumped out of the car, your knees still weak from earlier. But as soon as your feet planted themselves on the ground, you threw up any contents your stomach held.

"That's to be expected." Namjoon sighed, pulling your hair away from your face.

Once your stomach was emptied, you leaned back against the truck, clutching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to settle the dull pain that was beginning to fester. In all honestly, you wanted to go back to sleep.

"So, it all happened. Everything that my brain keeps showing me? Like, the fucking outbreak, I assume we're going to call it? Lea... Lea begging to die?" Namjoon huffed, handing you a bottle of water to swish your mouth out with.

"Well, that's not what the media is calling it right now. They're calling it The Strain. A Strain of bird flu or some shit like that. Strain X-44."

"Where are we?" You asked.

"Mmm, about a couple hours outside of Arkansas?" He said, peeking into the woods surrounding you all.

"So like, Tennessee?" He nodded, reaching for the door handle to the truck, "Get in."

He looked tired and strung out which was more than acceptable considering the situation you were in as of now. You could only imagine how you looked. He looked as if he'd aged 10 years in the span of probably 6 hours. Seeing him like this always hurt your heart as it seemed like he felt the need to take on the role as leader. Sure, it was a nice gesture, but he deserved a break every now and then. You feel like you could already see it. Namjoon agreeing to take care of you and Hoseok until you find safety and even then, he's going to be your number one subordinate. Not that you minded in a way. Any way to stay close to someone as cunning and responsible as Namjoon was probably the only way you'd survive this thing.

"So, how long was I out?" You questioned, not bothering to put on your seatbelt.

"Hm, maybe 5... 6 hours?"

Subconsciously, you reached for the bag on the ground that you found surprisingly to be your purse. They must have grabbed it when we left the park? You thought. You dug around for your cell phone, considering it'd only been a few hours since the 'Strain' started, you figured there'd still be service. And there was. Numerous texts and calls from family members asking about yours, Namjoon's and Lea's whereabouts or 'are you okay?'s littered your phone which all seemed to stop around 3:00pm. You figured that Namjoon got in contact with them and let them know which you were thankful for. There was no way you could have told your Aunt about Lea. You bit back tears even thinking about it but blinked them away as you unlocked your phone.

Every social media site held different articles that meant the same thing. The ominous print of the black, bolded font: End of the World, was seen on each of them.

"So, here's the lay down," Namjoon began, "This... thing. The strain. It seems to be a lot more temperamental than people thought." His words were solid and thorough and something about it scared you, but you listened nonetheless.

"A lot happened while you were out. So, like I said, it's a strain of Bird Flu and the CDC thinks it came from a certain brand that sells poultry or whatever but the thing is that they sell to all over the country. We don't know if it was just the one chicken that had a bad batch or if it was the whole lot. But we've heard on the radio that it's popped up in other states already. Like, New York, Ohio, Florida, Washington? And other ones. Naturally, the Government is gonna conceal it and say that they have it under control, but fuck, you saw how quick those things turn. What was it? 15 secon-"

"10," You interrupted, "It takes 10 seconds. I-I counted."

"Fuck..." You heard Hoseok whisper, turning his head to the passing trees outside of the window.

"10 seconds. So it seems as though you turn in 10 seconds or you lose your mind and then turn. Fuck, I'm so sorry you had to see that, (Y/N). This shit moves fast. We stopped home, got some things and talked with yours and my parents. We're heading down to Arkansas to get in touch with Hoseok's parents and then we're heading to Texas to meet ours there. The Military have a quarantine zone until this gets figured out. Not that that is going to happen though. This is it." Namjoon was right- blunt, but right. There was no going back from this. Unless the CDC or Government or CIA or whatever held some cure that they had magically been working on, then this really was it. The End of the World.

A few more hours on the road, which surprisingly wasn't as busy as you'd think in the wake of a fucking zombie apocalypse, you made it to the small hometown of Hoseok's which was still relatively calm. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be happening here. People locking up their shoppes, heading to the safety of their own home. Stray people walked the streets in the main square and party goers yelled and cheered outside of some pub. It was too normal. They were going about completely undiscerned. Not aware of the alternative scenario that eventually would hit, even here.

"Do they not know?" You slipped, not meaning to say it out loud.

Hoseok sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Either that or they're in denial... It's a small town in Arkansas. No one is going to believe there's a zombie apocalypse looming. They're too Christian."

"Isn't there something in the bible that talks about the dead coming back to life, though? Like, in the End Days?" You pegged, becoming genuinely concerned for the safety of these people.

"I mean, maybe? I don't remember. I'd try and tell them, but they'd look at me like I were crazy. It's a lost cause. Let's just get to my house. It's a straight drive down the dirt road here, and then a sharp left at the stop sign."

Namjoon followed his directions and ended up at a big, white house. The paint chipped off the paneling partly due to its age but also because of the weather. It was a typical farm. The wrap around porch with the big, green oak tree in the front with the tire swing tied to a branch. The large, metal cylo in the back, hell, even the red barn that housed none other than the animals themselves.

"Does your family take care of chickens?" Namjoon asked as he pulled into the driveway.

"… Yes. Do you think they'd be unsafe?" Hoseok quipped, his eyes widening.

"Well, considering that this started from a chicken, it'd be smart to stay away?" You both nodded, hopping out of the truck.

It smelled like hot manure to be frank. The temperature had to have been over 90 degrees during the day so it was only natural for a farm to smell like dung and animals. You winced as the array of smells that wafted through your nostrils and your hand almost went to cover your nose but you didn't want to seem rude.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You'll get used to it." Hoseok smiled.

"I don't know how you endured this your entire life."

Suddenly, the screen door to the house swung open, revealing a small, older lady in a satin pink night gown and purple slippers holding a shotgun.

"Hoseok! Is that you?" She called, her hand shining a large flashlight at the young man. From first impressions, you were terrified of Hoseok's mother.

"Yeah! It's me!" Hoseok howled back before turning to face you and Namjoon who'd finally met you on the other side of the truck, "Let's go, guys."

"A fucking shotgun?" Namjoon whispered, you clutched on to his arm as the nerves hit you.

Hoseok's mother set the shotgun down against a post on the porch and made her way to her son, her arms wide open.

"What are you doing home? And so late at night? It's 2am! Are you eating okay? Gosh, you look skinny. Come in and I'll make you some food. Are these your friends? You come in too, we'll introduce one another once we're inside."

You and Namjoon looked at each other before looking back to the older lady who ushered her son inside, scolding him further about how late it was and how she hates surprises, but followed anyways.

The interior matched the outside. Dated. Faded, floral wallpaper with a scuffed up white trim adorned the walls. Hardwood floors that were covered in round rugs and green furniture were also present. The only modern thing in the room seemed to be the large flat screen that was mounted against the wall and it's connected modem, blinking blue and green lights signaling its connected status. Pictures of Hoseok and his family decorated the walls along with random trinkets and knick knacks. It was very quaint, and it made you feel at home. It seemed like the first time, in a long time, that you could be at ease. Even though the feeling was faint and you knew it would be the only time you'd feel it for a while.

"So, what brings you here so late?" Hoseok's mother spoke, walking into the kitchen to fetch snacks and drinks for the lot of you.

"Mama, did you hear about what happened at the waterpark in Virginia?" He said evading the question.

She sighed deeply. It was clear to you that she was amongst the majority of the town. Either clueless, or didn't want to face the facts.

"I did. What was it for? Someone went a little off the wall and attacked somebody? I hope they have him in custody."

Hoseok winced. He knew how his mom was and he knew she was in denial. Unfortunately, knowing his mother, he knew there was no way to get through to her. But he'd be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

"No, Mama. We were there. Me, Namjoon and (Y/N)-"

"Oh, that's your names? It's nice to meet you both." She smiled, interrupting Hoseok.

"Me... and (Y/N)," He continued, his words strained, "We saw what-what happened. It wasn't a crazy psycho killer. I-It was something else. He... He bit the paramedic and then the paramedic turned into what he was and then his girlfriend and then... (Y/N)'s cousin. They all changed or were changing into things that ate each other."

Namjoon and you sat there quietly, listening and taking in everything Hoseok was saying. It looked as though the information was going in one ear and out the other as his mother sipped on her tea.

"Hoseokie..." She cooed, "I know what I think you saw, but I don't think that's right. The government is telling us not to worry and that they have everything under control. We need to trust them!"

Hoseok looked at his mother with wide eyes. Deep in his heart he knew it was a waste of breath but he couldn't get himself to give up.

"Mother! I know what we saw! I stabbed them in the head! Lea and the paramedic! They're dead! They turned into fucking zombies-"

"Hoseok, your language!" She hissed.

"No, Mother! I'm telling you this so we can take precautions! It comes from birds and it's probably in the air somehow getting them sick. You have chickens. They're infected! You need to pack your bags and come with us to Texas to the quarantine zone until they get this figured out."

Hoseok's mother shook with anger, her filled tea cup threatened to spill over the edges as she tried to formulate her words. Gently, she set her cup down with a small clink and sighed.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until your father is feeling better. And even then! How am I supposed to just up and leave?"

Hoseok looked defeated. There was no way to convince his family to meet him in Texas no matter how hard he tried to convince or beg or whatever. They were too set in their ways. He had been right about this town, it was a lost cause.

"Fine, don't come." He finally caved. His voice was shaky and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes and you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You couldn’t help it. After losing Lea today, your emotions were scattered and fried and you knew where Hoseok was coming from. If they weren't going to go, he was going to lose them too. In a scenario like this, loss is inevitable, however that doesn't mean you won't try to change it. But unfortunately, there's only so much you can do. Hoseok's parents; this town, they're food for the undead.

Suddenly, a loud rattle shook the walls from upstairs. Each of you looked towards the sound and then to one another and then to Hoseok's mother who sipped on her tea once again. She stood, wiping her hands on the front of her nightgown, and then clasping her hands together and smiling.

"So! Is anyone hungry? I made a blueberry pie yesterday!" Your stomach rumbled at the mention of food. You couldn't even remember that last time you ate? Was it the 4th of July party? It's been a whole 24 hours plus! Blueberry pie does sound amazing too, you thought.

"What was that?" Namjoon asked. Bringing your attention from the pie back to reality.

Hoseok's mother stopped in her tracks and turned slowly back to the lot of you, her face unreadable.

"What was what?" She feigned but, Namjoon was not in the mood for games.

"That sound. That fucking loud bang that we all heard." Her eyes (and your's and Hoseok's) widened at Namjoon's tone. This was him though, his personality. The boss.

"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about but I don't appreciate your to-"

"Oh, you didn't hear it? So you don't mind if I go and check it out then?" Namjoon interrupted, standing from the couch and heading over to the staircase. Out of reflex, you followed him. At first it was because you didn't want him to go up there but curiosity got the better of you.

You, Namjoon and Hoseok climbed the rickety staircase and were met with a single hallway. It held 4 doors, two on each side and an open closet at the end.

"Split up?" Namjoon offered.

You scowled, "What are we? Fucking Mystery Inc. From Scooby Doo? No splitting up."

Hoseok sighed, pushing past the two of you to the room at the end of the hall and creaking the door open to a small sliver.

"Dad? Are you okay in here?" He asked in a small, hushed voiced. It was quiet. Hoseok figured he was sleeping and he didn't want to disturb a man who'd been on the farm working all day in the blazing sun but when he turned to step away from the threshold, a muffled gurgle rang through the air.

Your blood went cold at the sound. As a reflex, your clammy hands reached for Namjoon's arm, clutching onto him for safety. Hoseok stood tight lipped at the door. His grip on the bronze door knob turned solid as his knuckles changed to white. His mother snuck up behind you and Namjoon, poking her head around your shoulder. Her hand beckoned Hoseok back as she whispered for all of you to follow her downstairs to "talk", but none of you moved.

Hoseok opened the door wider, just enough to slip his hand in to find the light switch and once it was flipped, he opened it fully. His father laid there, his chest gently rising and falling with each breath he took. Hoseok took one of his own in relief as a loud snore shook through his father. Your eyes looked up to him expectantly to which he returned with a smile. Alleviation washed through you only somewhat considering what was still going on in the outside world.

"So, now that you know it's nothing. I'll show you to your room." Hoseok's mother piped in.

"Our rooms?" Namjoon questioned. He was not comfortable at all with the idea of staying the night somewhere that wasn't in the quarantine zone.

"Just stay the night. Get your rest, I'll pack some food and water for you guys and then head on to Texas in the morning." You nodded. You couldn’t argue with that. Even though you'd slept 6 hours in the car, it was nearly 3 in the morning and sleep was calling your name. A bed sounded perfect.

"We'll stay," You decided, garnering a dirty look from Namjoon, "Thank you for the hospitality."

She smiled slightly before heading to the closet and grabbing towels and sheets, "Okay, the room right across from ours is where you and Namjoon will be staying. It's Hoseok's older sisters. There's bunk beds in there. Also, here are sheets in case it gets too cold and towels for a shower. A day on the road can get a bit grimy."

You smiled back, grabbing the items from Hoseok's mom and making your way to the end of the corridor.

"(Y/N)!" Hoseok called, you hummed in response.

"About earlier. I shouldn't have mentioned Lea like that. I know it's still sen-"

"Stop." You whispered, "It's okay. I don't want to talk about Lea anymore, alright? Now, I'm going to shower. I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"Yeah, see you in the morning. Goodnight, (Y/N)." Hoseok said, squeezing your arm as a form of endearment.

"Goodnight."

It felt as though you'd only closed your eyes for a few seconds before the rooster sang it's song of morning at the crack of dawn. It's tune woke you in an instant. The light from the sun barely flooded the room with it's pale blue shade that twisted with the incoming pinks and oranges. You sighed quietly, your mood soured that you were so easily woken while Namjoon snored the air away only a couple of feet from you. You endured a couple more minutes of tossing and turning, praying that you could sleep for at least another half hour. But, to no avail. The sun decided to rise quickly this morning and the room was already heating up. Looks like you were up for the day.

As you sat up on the lower bunk (avoiding to bump your head), you got a good look of Hoseok's sisters room. There were pictures on the desk and walls of which you assumed to be her in different situations such as a elementary soccer team, or prom. A dresser with a vanity was placed in the corner that held different lotions and perfumes and nail polishes atop it. The walls were a dusty rose color that matched the dusty beige carpet. It seemed to be a typical girls room that grew up in it. Changing over the years as she entered her different phases and tested new things. However, for a girl who moved out of her childhood home, it seemed as though she left quite a bit of stuff. It could have been that she took nothing at all.

As you sat there wondering why she'd leave all this stuff behind, a soft knock broke you from your thoughts and at the door stood Hoseok himself. He waved you over with his hand and mouthed 'follow me' so considering you had nothing else to do, you listened.

The two of you made your way down the stairs as quietly as you could and settled at the kitchen table. The sun had made it's appearance and there was something somber about how the corals mixed with the blue sky of the day and night.

A few minutes passed of nothing; no talking, no looks, hell, it seemed as if he wasn't breathing either! So you were the first to break the silence.

"H-How'd you sleep?" You said, your voice a bit gravelly from not talking in however many hours.

Hoseok sighed and glanced up to you only briefly before looking back to his held together hands, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

"I slept okay. Y'know, all 15 minutes of it."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" You asked, already sensing Hoseok was not in a good mood this morning.

"How could you sleep at all?" He hissed, his eyes turning hard and his lips into a thin line, "After everything that happened yesterday... Every time I close my eyes I see those-those things. I see what I did to that paramedic a-and Lea."

The mention of your cousin made your heart flip and your stomach turn, but you knew you couldn't throw up even if you tried. Hoseok was dealing with the guilt, but it was as if he failed to see that it was the only thing he could have done. There's no cure in this type of thing. The paramedic was already gone, there was no saving him. And with Lea, maybe you could have cut her arm off to avoid the infection spreading but that was a slim chance. She'd already lost her mind. Not to mention if it worked, she could have bleed out or it could have got infected and she would have gotten sick and died anyways. He did the right thing, no matter how much it hurt.

"Hoseok," You began, your hand gliding over to his, "what you did at the park yesterday... It was the only thing you could have done, you know that right?"

He sat there a moment, his eyebrows raising as tears threatened to spill and he shook his head.

"No, no. There was another way, there had to have been! I didn't have to kill them." Hoseok's words made you shake your head as well. Your hand fit into his and you squeezed it tightly in an attempt to keep him from turning hysterical. He squeezed back just as hard, his other hand coming to cover the both of them.

"No, that's not true and don't think that it is." You scolded. He seemed to calm down at this.

"You did what was right. You saved me, Hoseok. And-and, you saved Lea too. She didn’t want to be one of those things. No matter how much I opposed it at the time, I'm glad you did it. I didn't want to see her as one of those things either. A fucking... zombie. Ugh, I hate that word."

Hoseok took in everything you said to him with a heavy heart. It felt like minutes were passing in silence before he uttered, "I'm sorry."

His unheld hand made it's way to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. When did he get this close?

"Don't be sorry... not anymore."

With a deep breath, Hoseok moved closer. His breath ghosted over your lips in such an intimate way that you thought you'd pass out from all the blood flooding to your head.

"Thank you."

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was like fire as his mouth moved with you. It burned up every fiber of your being. His lips were insanely soft yet a little chapped but you didn't mind it. Your connected hands separated to grab one another closer, as if you'd both disappear if you didn't. His stayed firmly planted at your cheek while the other went for your neck. His lips never missed a beat, even as he snaked his tongue into your mouth.

It was as if the world around you had vanished. There was no more worry, no more fear, no more apocalypse. It was just you and Hoseok as if it'd always been that way. Like the two missing puzzle pieces were put back together and even if the rest fell apart, you'd always be able to find these two.

In all honestly, you could have stayed like this forever. His mouth on yours. His hands weren't even roaming! Like, how much of a gentleman was this guy? Your bodies moved closer and you were practically on top of him at this point. Your hands on his shoulder glided down to his chest. His toned body didn't surprise you that much cause you knew he danced but even with this small taste, it made you moan, the heat from your head moving south. Just a little whimper left your throat and it seemed to change something in Hoseok. Suddenly, his hand on your cheek fell to your waist, pulling you on to his lap. A not so little something poked your thigh as your hips grazed his causing you to smile into the kiss. Deciding to tease him a bit, you grinded down, just enough to cause a little reaction. He groaned a guttural growl, his fingers on your waist digging into your flesh.

But before the two of you could go any further, the stairs creaked signaling someone was coming down. You flung yourself off of Hoseok's body with wide eyes, thankfully landing back into the kitchen chair. Hoseok scooted the chair far enough under the table to hide his little problem. He could barely look at you now. His mother turned the corner, surprised to see the both of you sitting there.

"Oh! I didn't know you two were awake! Hungry? I'll make something. Hoseok, go upstairs and wake up Namjoon. Breakfast will be ready shortly." He nodded quickly, and fled the room before he could embarrass himself further to which you only smiled at.

"So, (Y/N)," His mother began, "How do you know Hoseok?" Her question kind of caught you off guard. It didn't seem like right now was the appropriate time to try and pry into her son's life.

"O-Oh, um. I'm Namjoon's cousin. I met him a couple of days ago at a family get together." She hummed, taking a tray of eggs from the fridge and cracking them directly on to the hot pan.

"I see. From the looks of it, the two of you seem close?" She hadn't seen what had happened, right? Unless she had some crazy ability to fly down the stairs almost silently. Or were there cameras that she had hidden around the house? Subconsciously, you looked around the room for anything that could be close to a camera as you answered her question.

"C-Close? No. I barely know him." The sound of sizzling was the only thing that could be heard as she planned her next phrase carefully.

"Do you want toast?" She asked. You nodded, quietly swallowing the lump in your throat that had seemed to have formed.

"Get the orange juice from the fridge, will you? Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Hm?" You said as stood, reaching for the what she'd asked.

"Stay away from my son." Her tone was harsh and it surprised you. Before opening the fridge door, you turned to look at the older woman who was already facing you, your eyes widening in confusion.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"You heard what I said. A zombie apocalypse? Your filling my boys head with lies. You're just a devil woman trying to take my son away from me. Don't think I didn't see what the two of you were doing! A whore like you, huh? He should have just stayed here with me and his father, but no, he had to run away like his sister! It was the same with her, and now him. You-you demon! Using your black magic to hypnotize him and turn him against me!"

You stood there, shocked. What was this lady on? There was something seriously wrong with her! She was delusional at best. You could see why Hoseok and his sister wanted to get away. She was losing her mind... Oh no.

"Listen, lady. I don't know what you're on about but I haven't done anything to Hoseok. Just calm down, okay?" Your eyes scanned her body to see if she had any marks or anything but you couldn’t see any.

"Don't try and spew that to me! I know that the Devil sent you to take my sweet Hoseokie away! I prayed everyday for him and still! I knew that the Lord was going to test me one way or another."

You backed up into the corner of the room as she neared you, spatula in hand. The smell of burn wafted into the air as the pan started smoking.

"You need to leave." She hissed. Her eyes were bloodshot, just like Lea's. "Go! Go! Get out of my house! Go!" Her breathing became the same as Lea's, erratic and uneven. She mantra'd the words as her fingers began twitching, her knees giving way as she dry heaved onto the linoleum.

"Hoseok! Namjoon!" You called, too scared to move anywhere.

"D-Don't call for my son, you heathen!" Her tone became monstrous. Her body fell to the floor and she twitched and snapped just as the paramedic had. You began counting down the seconds.

"10." Her groans were loud as you heard the bones snap.

"9, fuck! Help! 8!" Hoseok and Namjoon turned the corner to see his Mother on the ground writhing around in pain.

"7! 6... 5." Namjoon looked at you knowingly and dove for the drawer, digging for any sharp utensil he could find.

"4, 3... 2." He grabbed her head by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Hoseok stood at the doorway, frozen. Just like you did yesterday. It was too familiar.

"1." You uttered, your body shaking from fear. Suddenly the convulsions stopped, her body going limp but only for a moment before her eyes opened to reveal a yellow hued iris. Her skin became gray as black and blue veins popped to the surface. Namjoon had a strong hold of her head which kept her from biting him. Her fingers desperately tried to claw at his arms and hands but in the blink of an eye the knife entered the back of her head and it was over.

Namjoon dropped the knife and her body as he skimmed over his hands and arms in search of any marks or cuts. Thankfully there was none.

"Fuck." He huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter. Your eyes trained themselves on the poor older woman in front of you and then to Hoseok who was doing the same. You wanted to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that you'd shelter him from anything that could hurt him but you didn't. You couldn't. It'd be a lie. You'd lie to him if you had to however. Just not about this.

"H-How did she turn? Does she have any bite marks on her?" Namjoon asked, still attempting to regain his breath and composure.

"No. I didn't see any. She turned like Lea. She started saying crazy things, repeating words. Just like her." You said. You didn't want to give too many details, at least not in front of Hoseok.

Namjoon lowered himself to her body and checked her arms for any bite marks and when he found none, he checker her legs. Sure enough, a bloodied wound was showcased on her thigh. It was fresh as the gash still bled. How didn't you notice that earlier?

"She was bit... but who-"

"My Dad." Hoseok scoffed.

"What? But he was fine last night, right?" You questioned. He checked on him and he hadn’t turned then, hadn’t he?

"I thought so. But maybe he wasn't actually snoring. It explains why my mom was acting like that. We need to go. My father got infected from something on this farm and I don't want to stay any longer to find out."

"Should we do something about him?" Namjoon mentioned. "Namjoon!" You scolded, but Hoseok shook his head.

"Probably? Maybe we can just leave him in the room up there. Leave a sign or something." Namjoon nodded so you went along with it too.

"I'll go up there and leave a sign and make sure that he actually has turned. (Y/N), can you pack some food for us?" You agreed immediately as the two of them turned to head back upstairs.

You packed what you thought was necessary. Bottled water, canned foods, some bread and peanut butter. Hopefully the boys like green beans, you thought.

Once you were finished, you took the food to the truck, stuffing it away and grabbing a change of clothes which you did quickly outside. The two boys met you outside right as you finished changing with a couple of bags of clothes, blankets and towels. They put them in the back and soon enough, you were back on the road.

No one dared to say anything for the first hour. Not until your stomach rumbled rather loudly and Namjoon decided that you all should stop somewhere and get breakfast. Hoseok fought back with how dangerous it would be to get out of the car at this point. Not because of infected, but because of looters. It seemed to be a problem to worry about now since the roads were a lot more packed now that people were realizing that there was no helping this. So you settled on peanut butter bread and a can of peaches for breakfast. It had to have been the best tasting thing on the planet at that point in time.

It was a long ride to where you needed to be in Texas. Around 10 hours or so, but no one did anything to pass the time. No music was played, no songs were sung, no words were said. Just the trees passing, the road signs telling you of your location and the sun that moved in the sky. But you didn't mind the silence, not anymore.

You made it to San Antonio without any major hitches besides nearly running out of gas in Benton, Arkansas because Namjoon was too paranoid to stop. Thankfully, you came across a small gas station that didn't have anyone there besides the old white man with the long beard that worked behind the counter. And of course you bought a slushie because it could be the last one you ever have.

The military was everywhere. You realized there were tanks and helicopters and soldiers that littered the whole city and everywhere in between as you passed the city limits. They checked you and the boys of any marks or bites with some beeping device and then your luggage which was deemed as safe and before you knew it (nearly three hours later) you were in the Quarantine zone of San Antonio. People from all over the country flooded the gates in hopes of safety. A few cars ahead of you held a man who was being checked for infection when the beeper went off. His actions became frantic as his arms swung in an attempt to save himself but before anything could happen, they just gunned him down. When Namjoon asked about it to the same man who shot him he said something along the lines of "We're not taking any chances."

As it turned out, there were numerous zones set up around the country and even more being set up. This was just one of the larger ones; one of the first. Some soldier on a motorbike showed you the way to where you’d be staying until they "got it under control" which happened to be a hotel. They had people holed up in every hotel in the city. Any apartment that might have any opening as well. If there was a spot open, they'd fill it. Eventually, you knew they'd have to start turning people away and you prayed that your family made it here okay.

"Well," Namjoon spoke as he dropped the rest of the bags off near the doorway and wiping his sore hands against his jeans,

"Welcome Home."

Two Years Later

Just like you all had said, there was no cure, nor will there ever be one. Well, maybe, but that was just you being optimistic. Things only got worse and now anywhere outside the quarantine zones were considered unsafe and no human were to be out of bounds. Only the zones were allowed and if you were caught outside, then you’d be killed on sight. Of course that didn’t stop people from doing it. There was still so much to raid out there, too much to just give up. People in the zones would make little factions, always dealing between the one another, trading the things they’d find or weekly meal cards.

In the beginning, you found yourself in one of the larger factions who was run by some guy name Julio. Him and Namjoon became quick friends and he offered him a spot in his group along with you and Hoseok. If it was a way to keep you safe and protected, then of course you’d join.

You realized it was too much to handle though one night on a raid to a near by town when you got a little too friendly with one of the roamers, which is what people in the zone called them. Roamers, Infected, anything else besides what they were. Zombies. The Strain, X-44, mutated quickly. It started in chicken feces; a parasite. When it met its host, the parasite would take over quickly depending on where the initial bite was. A little longer the farther away from the brain it was. But people never lasted more than a could of minutes, and even then they were considered lucky.

It made them go crazy. The parasite takes over your body until it’s made its home there and even when you kill its host, it lies dormant. After a while, the parasite grows some sort of fungus from the host which release airborne spore that will change you in a matter of seconds. Even in the ‘live’ ones. It’s the same. After a while, they all start sprouting deadly growths. It’s really not pretty to see.

After a while with the faction, you decided to make your leave and instead work for the child unit in the city that took care of children who’s parents had gone ‘missing’ or got sick and died. Hoseok and Namjoon decided to stay no matter how much you protested, something about how this is what would be making the difference in the end.

The daily siren woke you up, 8 O’clock sharp, signalling people to get up and get ready to do their daily jobs to contribute to the zone. Some people cleaned, some farmed, some worked the hospitals. It was a functioning society except the government was in complete control and had eyes everywhere (not that much had changed). Well, almost.

You quickly got ready for the day, putting on your summer clothes and tying your hair up. You grabbed an apple from the kitchenette in your small studio apartment which you were transferred to a couple of months after staying in the Marriott. It was quite the downgrade, but since you were living by yourself, you couldn’t complain.

The commute to the Child Unit Building was quick as it was only across the street. The kids already excited and loud, ready to start their day. Some of them greeted you as you entered the building, hugging your waist and showing you pictures they’d drawn for you the night before. It was rewarding, this job. Working in the faction was a rush and fun but getting to see the smiling faces of the kids everyday was really something. You wouldn’t admit to anyone that in private you liked to call them your children because that’s what it felt like. You felt like a mother to them.

“There you are!” Your sister smiled, busying herself with a little blonde boy who’d spilled his milk all over the table.

“Here I am!” You laughed, grabbing the paper towel and ripping her a couple of sheets.

“Miss (Y/N)!” The kid cooed, reaching up for you. You swooped up his little body with one arm and tickling his stomach with the other.

“Liam! How’s my little man?” The boy was only 3 years old. He’d lost his mother at the gates of the zone, which was a mistake on the military’s part. Their beeper went off on her but after further medical inspection it turned out she was infected at all which made you wonder how many people they killed were actually infected during the beginning months. The thought of it made you sick.

“Good, I’m hungry.” He whined, clutching on to your shirt. Your sister chuckled in the background, “Maybe if you hadn’t of spilled your cereal than you wouldn’t be hungry! C’mon, round two, lil’ Liam. Let’s leave Miss (Y/N) to get some work done.” She took the small boy from your arms and set him in the chair, pouring him another small bowl of generic cereal.

“Oh! That reminds me,” She shouted, scaring some of the other kids at the table, “You have a visitor in the backroom, Miss (Y/N).” Your eyes squinted at your sister as all the possibilities of who it could have been ran through your head.

“If it’s Jason again, I’m not going back there.” You detested, mentioning the man who was currently a bit obsessed with you. But she only laughed.

“It’s not. Just go see.”

You walked to the back room cautiously. Was there someone you owed still? A debt you hadn’t paid? You could have swore that you took care of them before leaving the faction. Your hand only slightly shook as you reached for the silver doorknob and twisting it with ease. The sight made you look like you’d seen a ghost.

His hair was a different color from the last time you saw him. The light blonde really suited his face and skin color which was kissed by the sun, leaving him a golden shade. He looked so good, your heart started to race.

“Hoseok.” You breathed, tears finding themselves in your eyes.

He stood from the chair he sat in and turned to you, flashing you the brightest smile you’d seen from him in a long time and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. He made his way over to you and wrapped his long arms around your frame easily, inhaling the scent of you he was so scared he’d forget.

“Hi.” He mumbled into your neck. The action was surprisingly intimate despite the fact that your relationship with him never went further than what happened in the kitchen that fateful morning. You didn’t care, however. It’d been too long since you’d seen him or Namjoon and it felt too good to worry about anything else.

“It’s been two months, Hoseok! Two whole fucking months, you asshole.” You cried. You could have swore he was dead. The faction never had him out or more than two, three weeks tops! Let alone two months! Maybe Namjoon, but never Hoseok.

“I-I know. Things got a little hairy when we got to Oklahoma.”

“What do you mean? Where’s Namjoon?” You were starting to panic, realizing that he wasn’t along with him.

“Let’s sit down.” He said, ushering you to the table.

“No, where is he? Is he... Is he dead?” Hoseok sighed, taking a seat of his own. You decided to stay standing and folded your arms over your chest. Your heart rattled away as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you should have sat down.

“Namjoon isn’t dead.” Relief flooded your body and you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Only then you allowed yourself to take a seat, letting your head fall in between your knees as you counted your lucky stars your cousin was in fact still alive.

“Oh, thank goodness. Where is he then? Headquarters?” Hoseok stayed quiet for a few more seconds before shaking his head, his eyes dropping to the ground.

“Well, for fuck’s sake, Hoseok! Where is he!?” Your patience was running thin and you knew you shouldn’t be yelling, especially yelling obscenities with little ears running about.

“Namj-Namjoon i-” With a deep breath to calm him down, he finally got out what he’d wanted to say since he’d seen you..

“Namjoon is missing.”

AN: So, anotha seriessss. Idk how long this one will be but I hope you liked the first chapter! Leave me some feedback~<3

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