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writella · 4 years ago

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Around and Around and Around

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader

Requested? Yes! My first finished request! Thank you for the idea anon. Original ask: Could you do a present day... Alive!Luke x reader fic where him and his girlfriend (the reader) are just trying to spend some alone time together at one of Carrie’s parties? (I’m so sorry I didn’t make it Carrie’s party anon, I forgot.)

Summary: It’s a New Years Eve bash! The gangs all there, but the only thing Luke wants to do is spend time with his girlfriend. Unfortunately though, his friends constantly need their help which causes them to lose each other in the crowd. Around and around and around they constantly go... Can Luke meet up with her in time for a New Years Kiss? We shall see, my friends. We shall see.

Word Count: :)

Warnings: Kissing? Two curse words? I don’t think any of that counts. Oh! Over explaining? Neediness? An over use of the same words?

A/N: Hello everyone! IT IS A CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS MIRACLE! I finally finished a new fic. I really hope you enjoy it. I think I did a little too much, but this request just got my head turning and included the whole gang, so I just couldn’t help but give them all their own little moments! I had fun and I hope you do too. I’m taking you on a bit of a rollercoaster here, I will admit, but don’t worry though, I think I gave it a good ending.... You tell me.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N?”

“Luke?”

“Where are you?”

“Luuuke!”

“Luke!

“LUKE, COME LOOK!”

“Y/N, I need you.”

“Her shoe broke!”

“Luke, did you see his dog? It’s so cute! And he even likes pizza!”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to give pizza to a dog, Reg.”

“Well it wasn’t chocolate… Wait where’d he go? Wanna help me find him?”

“Well can she wear yours? Do you have an extra pair?”

“Where are they?”

Hey, Luke?!”

“Y/N?!”

Boom the bedroom door slammed shut, and an out of breath Luke and his girlfriend, Y/N, filed in with a sigh: “Finally,” Luke said, his eyebrows and the corner of his lips rising with excitement. Throughout the hour and forty minus they had spent at the party thus far, they had found corners, almost empty areas, and even tall trees in the backyard, but none were as private as this.

Still standing close to the door, Y/N looked around the walls that glittered with posters of rock bands and athletes. “Do you really think we should be in here? It is the birthday person’s room. Maybe we should be nice and leave it alone.”

“When you throw a party you get what you get,” Luke reasoned, a hint of humor tracing throughout his words. “People travel, and we’re not going to do anything crazy on the kid’s blue basketball sheets if that’s what you’re worried about.” He ended, teasing Nick, the party host.

She softly gave him an ‘alright,’ waiting for him to make his next move. Though they had been thrown around by their friends plenty of times by now tonight, the night was still young, and she knew Luke was adamant on spending time with her. Even more so, it was her first party after living in Los Angeles for almost a year now. (She was a Molina from Julie’s father’s side.) Back home she didn’t have the friend group that she had now, nor did she have someone like Luke specifically in her life as a significant other. After all this time in high school not experiencing these regular social events, a party— especially at this large of a house— seemed daunting, but as always Luke made it seem, as he always does, like it was the most spectacular adventure you couldn’t miss. Apprehension and excitement filled her spirit for what was to come of tonight.

Following his gaze as she watched him survey the room, Luke’s eyes fell most notably on Nick’s guitars. “God, I wish I had this many.”

“He definitely has the collection,” Y/N agreed, still wondering what they were going to do, “but you’ve got like four, right?”

“Half of those were Bobby’s, and the acoustic is the one my parents got me… way back when, so really I only scrounged up enough money once in my life for one electric of my own.”

“So two. Still more than most.” She gave him a sympathetic smile, messing up his hair a little bit while doing so. He rubbed his head into her palm, enjoying the feeling.

There was a wonder in his eyes as he looked at the guitar rack that Y/N found quite charming. “Can’t believe he could spend all his time with these babies and he decides to balance it with sports.”

“I guess we all have our hobbies… but honestly I can’t believe we’re using this moment to ourselves to stare at guitars.” She laughs, “I’m just saying! This is what you wanted!” She corrects herself, “They are beautiful guitars though.”

“Yeah, you’re right. One of them could barge in any minute now,” Luke says, moving closer to Y/N till her back leans against the door. His fingers trace her jaw, then the side of her neck, ending as he swirled one finger around the tips of her hair. “And I could be looking at a much prettier sight.”

“Stop,” she blushed. Y/N was fine with tending to all her friends needs. She enjoyed being the first one Julie, Flynn, and now even Alex or Reggie went to for advice or help. Besides running the jatp social media account and co-running their YouTube page, making her friends feel better was what made her feel needed, but she had to admit, she liked this too.

As they traveled backwards to the door, Luke pecked her lips a few times, then the corners of her mouth, then doing both again making her giggle and move her head to either side his lips fell. Finally, he moved centimeters back, looking in her eyes, ghosting her lips, “Stop doin’ what? Tellin’ the truth?”

The rosy color on her face became more prominent. Her eyes traced between his own emeralds and his smile— his face made her mind fill with wonder. It was so bright, so positive, so warm, so close to her own. She could stay there with him, looking at her so endearingly, forever.

“Y/N?!”

“Ow!” she screeched as Flynn pushed the door open on her leaning stance, bopping her head on the wood.

“Oh my god, sorry!” Flynn gritting her teeth with worry, a fist coming to cover her mouth. “So yeah, ha ha,” the girl tried to build some relief, “Well there you two are!”

Luke grabbed the side of Y/N’s head, placing his hand over her own that covered where the impact landed, “You okay?”

“Yeah…” She sighed, she was more concerned about whatever Flynn had to say.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I need you, like for real this time.” Flynn said, her voice filled with urgency.

“Haven’t you needed her and looked for her ‘like’ everywhere three times tonight already?” Luke argued, a little disgruntled that their first truly private moment got interrupted in the matter of minutes.

“Was I talking to you, Patterson?” Flynn retorted, head tilted with a closed smirk on her face. “No, the answer is no.”

“You didn’t have to say the answer, okay? Got the gist.” His movements became dorkier by the second, his fingers coming to his face. “It was rhetorical- I knew that!”

“Wow, learned that big boy word from your girlfriend?”

“Big boy?! I- That’s not even-“ before Luke went on, Y/N cut in: “Alright,” she lifted her hand, “What happened, Flynn? What do you need?”

“It’s Julie-“

“Don’t tell me she broke another shoe. I don’t have an extra-extra pair.”

“No.” Flynn’s eyes widened, “I actually- I don’t know what it is. She just told me to get you and come to her together.” The girl sighed, “She looked sad.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, a frown coming to her face. A sad Julie is a Julie that should never be in this world. Other than thinking about the absence of her mother, Y/N’s cousin knew how to smile even when things got tough, so if she was feeling down now, and it was evident, it must’ve been important.

“Yeah. So come? Like now?” Flynn grabbed Y/N’s hand and Y/N looked at her own opposite hand that was currently attached to Luke’s, trailing her eyes up to his face.

“Well, I’ll just go too.” He insisted, “I want to help Julie, and,” He spoke directly to Y/N, “I don’t mind.”

“She didn’t ask for you.” Flynn snapped back.

“It’ll be fine.” Y/N decided, “It’s not like we all don’t know her well anyway, right?”

“Yeah, let's go. And then we can just get back, hopefully. I want to spend tonight with you.” Luke said that last part more softly, but apparently not quietly enough.

“Oh god!” Flynn vexed. “Haven’t you spent all week stuck to her mouth?” Through snickers she said, “Let her come up for some air, bruv.” Then, letting go of Y/N's hand as she turns, leading the couple to the staircase, she continued: “And really you should be relaxing all those throat muscles or whatever. I've got you in two open mic night cafes next week and that kids party at the restaurant tomorrow, AND on Sunday Julie said she wanted to record that new song for the YouTube channel.” She slapped the side of her hand to the inside of the other, creating a chopping effect, “We got things to do! I’m trying to make sure you guys stay safe and have fun, but we shouldn’t be here all night.”

Luke rolled his eyes, as much as he loved playing, he hated being bossed around like this. “It's New Year’s Eve!” He complained, yet there was still a hint of playfulness in his voice. “Mind you, this is being said by the girl who agreed to DJ at this party.”

“I didn’t agree! I got reeled into it— Difference, see! This kid comes out of nowhere to bring me onto his home stage— man, he’s rich—- and asks me if I could change the tracks, put something fun on. How am I supposed to say no? It is his birthday and everything that was on before was terrible!”

“That we can agree on,” Luke noted with a laugh.

Y/N added on, after her long silence of listening to the two go back and forth, “You finally got everyone dancing.”

“I did! Thank you!” Flynn appreciated the acknowledgment, especially from Luke, but nonetheless, she persists on her earlier claim, “That being said, I really think we should leave by 10.”

“10?!” Luke repeats with annoyance. “Tomorrow’s gig starts at six. PM. And might I remind you again: it's freakin New Years Eve! We have to stay till the ball drops!”

“We have to practice one last time and we have to get there bef-“

“Alright, alright, boss.” Luke was done arguing (for the time being.) Instead his eyes followed Y/N’s who was no longer listening, bored of her best friend and boyfriend’s little fighting game, as they looked for Julie in the clusters of kids all around the room on the main floor. “Let’s just look for Jules so we can get back. And can we make it to midnight at the least? Please? I mean, come on, there no food at the Molina house to celebrate with and you were having fun up there with those turntables.” He started to smile cheekily at Flynn, “Don’t deny it.”

Flynn took in a sharp breath as she thought. Nick did have access to some sick equipment and has always been so kind enough to share, so it would be fun to play around some more. “We’ll see how I feel at 11. And by the way, we do have things to celebrate with at the garage. I bought stuff specifically so you guys wouldn’t complain when we left,” she went on, the three taking another turn, “We’re going to have some fun here till 10, or 11 I guess, get back to the garage, celebrate New Years— woo-hoo!— and then you guys are settled down by 12:15, 30 the latest. I don’t care if you’re not asleep, just not outside.” Seeing Luke’s face rise up again she defends herself, “It's not my fault you phantoms have terrible time management skills! You guys literally have transportation powers and you’re either late or not present. It’s crazy! I need to make sure you’re there and we get paid. Period.”

Luke suppressed a grunt as Y/N rubbed his shoulders, laughing a bit at the truth of Flynn’s statement.

Then, to console Luke, she whispered in his ear, “No matter where we are, I’ll be there. Plan still intact.”

“True.” Luke whispered back, rubbing his nose on the side of her head.

Luke liked his freedom. He was used to calling the shots when it came to the band, only taking on co-captain position as Julie challenged him with just as much leadership star power as he contained. This made Flynn appointing herself as band manager not something to be desired exactly, especially when she made decisions like this on their down time. He didn’t quite enjoy being told where to go and when, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help to admit to himself that the tech savvy skills both her and Y/N brought to the table were tremendously helpful. The 90s boy was used to walking around town trying to find the next cafe for the guys to play at that he didn’t know how easy it was in this digital world to find venues he never even heard of through the internet. This made him never forget to say thank you after a gig she or Y/N would find from their endless online searchings. And on Flynn’s end, she never forgot to commend Luke on his writing skills when he happened to be the scribe for one of the band’s songs she happened to enjoy, but other than that, they did not have that much to say to each other.

Despite the natural banter and quips that would suggest they were well acquainted, they were actually still quite awkward. Luke was used to admiring her relationship with Julie and Y/N from afar, and for Flynn, after the boys came back to life she didn’t know exactly how to fit herself into the group. Of course she was a part of it, Y/N made certain of it as she herself had also felt strange about her placement in Julie’s new friend group before Julie formally introduced her to them, not knowing that her cousin could also see ghost like she could, but overall, Flynn felt just the tiniest bit embarrassed that the boys she once called ‘cute ghosts’-- more than twice-- heard her say that and all the other things she’d say not knowing they were around (Julie told her they could sometimes snoop in unbeknownst to even her at times. ‘They don’t know boundaries,’ she would say.) Flynn especially felt this way when one of those ex-ghosts was Luke who knew he was ‘cute,’ as she once said, and would bother her about it endlessly when he was first able to communicate with her.

Were they friends? Or was it simply that Luke was just a friend of her friends and that Flynn was just the friend of his girlfriend and mutual friend. Neither of them knew where their relationship stood. This caused Flynn to use her wit as a defense mechanism or to only begin a conversation with the guy when it was about something band related. ‘You kind of act like siblings,’ Y/N would tell them when they were at it. Both of them gawked at the word. ‘Siblings?!’

Around another corner the three went, passing the open space below the home stage that was being used as a dance floor. They went to the room adjacent to it. It was another rather large area, though this one was filled with more furniture, a lot in fact, perhaps to make space for the makeshift dance area. There was also an unused fireplace which caught the eyes of Y/N who yanked on the connected hand of Luke’s and then Flynn to take notice of who sat on the ledge.

The water bunching up in her eyes sparked white from the room's fluorescent gleaming lights, making her tears look much bigger and shinier. It made the group feel bad they didn’t find her sooner.

“Julie!” They all exclaimed in unison though Luke’s reaction was filled with the most apparent fret: the glow of the lights and his wide eye expression showed clearly how his eyes were growing greener with questions and worry. “What happened?” He tried to ask softly, not knowing how to react to her tears. The attempt at softness then immediately changed into one of starting frustration as he sat down next to his poor bandmate, hand on her knee, looking toward Flynn, “Why didn’t you tell us she was like this?”

“Because she wasn’t like this when I left!” Flynn countered, coming to sit down next to Julie on her left side as Luke had taken the right.

“Why do you always-“

“Enough guys,” Y/N silenced them for the third time that night. She noticed how Julie was shying away from both of their faces, not wanting to show them her tears. Julie was strong; a fighter; she sometimes much rather fake out her friends by smiling through her problems before she was ready to talk about them. Y/N knew all of this, related to it in fact, and could sense the possible embarrassment she must’ve been feeling. Not only did she create a movie moment for herself by being the girl crying at a party, but she was crying in front of her friends, when she was typically the person who tried to inspire hope, for she was the front man of her own band after all.

Y/N could also sense— guessing by the way she mostly was turning her face from Luke— that it was a boy problem. Not that Luke’s jittery expression, or close proximity to her face was helping her open up either.

Luke was trying to work on being more helpful in moments where his friends were in tears, but sometimes he could be a little too aggressive, or ‘extra,’ as Flynn would put it and Alex would agree, adding the new slang term to his vocabulary.

Y/N took a seat in front of her on the ground, rubbing her friend's arm. “It’s okay, Jules. Nobody cares what you look like. You can tell us.”

“I know, it’s just-“ she sucked her teeth, looking up, head still tilted to Flynn’s side. “It’s stupid.”

“No ones going to judge you,” Y/N promised, pointing her head to Luke’s direction for Julie to see.

“Yeah, and I bet it’s not ‘stupid’ anyway.” Flynn added.

“Nothings stupid if it made you cry, Jules.” Luke chimed in, finally agreeing with Flynn on something for the second time this night. “Who was it? I’ll beat them up for you.” He joked.

“Oh my god, no!” Julie tittered just a little while trying to wipe away all her tears. “And please never say something like that again. You sound like a dad.”

“Well he is supposed to be like 40 or something,” Flynn said, making the both of her best friends laugh. Julie specifically shook her head at this moment of Flynn and Luke’s typical banter, it was the first time she was getting a whiff of it tonight. Although she appreciated the entertainment they brought when in a room together, she agreed with Y/N that they were relentless.

Luke let that one go, seeing how it finally brought a smile to the girl’s face, “There she is.”

Julie rolled her eyes at him, sighing as her fit of giggles passed, “Okay,” she started slowly, “Well... it was Nick… and I know it’s stupid-“

“-Not stupid.” Her friends finished.

“But you know, he invited me to this party. Directly! Said he wanted to hang out- to dance. When we came, the party just started so he had to say hi to people, that made sense, and he told me to stay near the main floor, so I waited. And then my shoe broke, and then some girl spilled some of that fondue on the bottom of my dress which I had to get out with bathroom wipes, so that was annoying. Then next thing you know it’s an hour later and all I’ve done is eat pizza and watch Flynn at the turntables…”

Julie went on. She explained that finally Nick showed up again , but as he was walking to her, Carrie had just arrived at the party, stopping him in his tracks. Apparently her gift was too heavy to bring inside, so she wanted to take him to her car to show him right then and there. “He said he’d be five minutes tops. Told me to come here by the fireplace, so again, I waited. Then five minutes turned into fifteen, so I got up.” She sidetracked, “That’s not me. Just sitting there, waiting, waiting, waiting. I felt dumb. That's when I walked to the backyard to see what was going on out there, find something to do after all this time, but funny enough that’s where I found Nick and Carrie, laughing, dancing, having a great time.” She wipes a new stray tear, “I decided to look for you,” she nodded to Y/N, “And it’s no offense Flynn, you know I love you, it’s just that I didn’t want to hear you tell me that ‘he’s not worth it’ at the moment.” She gave herself a pity laugh, “I’m currently feeling a little bad for myself as you can see.”

“I’m so sorry Julie.” Y/N started. “But Flynn only tells you the facts like that because she thinks you’re so worthy of more.”

“So much more,” Flynn added on, moving closer to Julie.

“But I get it, it's not fair.” consoled Y/N. “I try to always consider his actions in those instances with Carrie as him just being a pacifist, but if he said he wanted to be with you and continuously told you he would, then he should’ve been here.”

“Agreed, but also, being a pacifist doesn’t mean to always stay quiet though, you can find a way to keep the peace and still do what’s right.” Luke spoke up. “He shouldn’t let Carrie always take him away like that.”

Y/N gave Luke a smile, “Insightful.”

“Strangely,” Flynn chimed in, “but exactly right. Not to mention how it’s not fair— no matter how nice he is— for him to just let Carrie keep saying whatever the hell she wants without calling her out.”

“I just feel like I shouldn’t be so beat up. It is his birthday after all. He can do what he wants.” Muttered Julie.

“No!” Y/N told her. “You feel like you wasted your time, I get that! It’s his birthday, but your feelings are still important.”

“Also,” Luke started, “Julie, I mean, come on! You could do so much better. So what? He’s like 18 now? Well I’m 18 now too, supposed to be 40 something apparently and I look like this! This! Compared to Nick? Julie… girl!” He stated her name again, smiled wide, “I know Molina’s have better taste than that. Not to say what you didn’t want to hear, but, it’s true: he’s not worth it. Period.” He mimicked Flynn with the last word.

Both Flynn and Julie gagged, “Oh my god,” they said in union. Y/N just put her face in her hands.

“You were actually doing well, and then you just go and screw it up like that?” Flynn sighed.

“Now you went from a dad to sounding like a whole ratty teenage boy.” She rolled her eyes teasingly, trying to conceal her laughter at his conceited remark, “Disgusting.”

“Well as long as I got you to stop crying, that’s all that matters anyway.” He laughed goofily, invading her personal space once again.

“Yeah,” Julie realized with a contented sigh. It seemed all the company she really needed was her friends.

“Well, I think the only thing to do now is make up for all that time wasted, huh?” Y/N spoke with a smirk. “If he doesn’t want to be your dance partner, it looks like you’re going to have to take on three instead.”

“Fuck yeah,” Luke said, jumping up, grabbing Y/N and Julie’s hands and running to the dance floor.

Flynn called to the group, as she parted from them, heading to the stage, “Lemme change the song!”

“OOOH!” Luke roared as the ooos and aahs of Donna and the Dynamos filled the room. “One of the best things to come out of the 2000s!”

Julie and Y/N laughed at the surprisingly grand amount of love Luke had for Mamma Mia!

Luke imitated the hustle, sticking his tongue out, shaking his hips, and making Y/N dance along with him, moving around Julie who looked at them incredulously.

“Come oooon,” he said to Julie’s direction, “Nobody can NOT like this song.” And after that Julie gave in, agreeing that a Mamma Mia and ABBA song was too good not to dance to. Flynn came up right behind her, making the dancing trio into a group of four.

From jumping, to slides and shoulder grooves, and even forming their own little dancing circle the four lived in the song, seeing the last of Julie’s worry wash away as the speakers blasted the words “Dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen,” to which Julie’s friends made sure to spotlight her on as their hands sprinkled up and down spirit fingers as she twirled, enjoying her title that fit perfectly with her age.

“Thanks guys,” Julie smiled sweetly, still jumping to the beat.

“WOOOO!” Luke hollered into the crowd, taking Y/N’s hand, swaying and jumping with her exclusively now.

“WOO!” She yelled back.

“LOUDER, LOUDER!” He yelled in her face, shaking his head, his hair imitating a lion’s mane as he gritted his teeth, getting closer to her face.

“WOOOOO!” She yelled, trying to match her boyfriend’s energy.

“YES, Y/N. WOOO!” They kept jumping and he spun her around, letting her twirl into his grasp. He held her closer, one arm tightly around her waist while the other still held her hand, stepping and swaying side to side in a fast pace in order to keep up with the quick musical tune. Her laughs of surprisement to his actions filled him with pride. She was usually so focused on making her friends smile, she could sometimes forget to just have fun for herself. She dropped anything to tend to their needs, which is why tonight was important. At her first party he was going to make her smile and have fun, and that ended with a New Year’s kiss. Hopefully, he could find a way to hide from Flynn— and his friends for that matter— till that time to make it happen.

Finally the song died down and a rush of endorphins filled the floor as almost everyone in the area, even those who typically didn’t dance joined along to the jumping motion the four started at the beginning of the song. “Should I change it?” Flynn asked Julie as the next song started, noticing how different the vibe of this song was from the last: slower, more romantic.

“No,” Julie told Flynn as she watched Luke take his arms closer into Y/N’s sides, “Let’s let them have their moment.”

Y/N arms went around Luke’s neck, and his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling each other closer while swaying in a circular motion. He connected their foreheads. His eyes fixated on her own. They were so gentle, so sweet, so comforting, he felt safe looking in them. He could stay that way forever.

“Luke?”

Luke sighed, once again just minutes of feeling release ruined. “Yeah, bud?” It was Alex.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but this kid Reginald-“

“Don’t tell me he lost the dog again. I don’t want to look for it.”

“It’s not the dog! Well, not this time. I think he’s finally realized that we can’t take it home with us. It’s-“ Alex started snickering which then turned into great belly laughs he couldn’t stop, “I just- I can’t- I can’t- just please,” he had no control. “Please I need your help!”

“What the hell, Alex?”

“Just-“ Alex put his hand over his mouth, trying to conceal his laughs. He motioned Luke with his other hand, walking away.

Luke kept his hand in Y/N’s, bringing her along with him, “I don’t want to get split up again, like last time with the dog.”

“It’s not the dog!” Alex exclaimed, still laughing.

The three were now on the right side of the house, near the pool door that also stood to the right and in the area sat a couch and pool table. The wall on the left side had a small vent near the floor which is where they found Reggie, hip deep in the square hole.

“HELLO!” Reggie wagged his butt, for his friends to see, “Did you bring Luke?”

“Yeah!” Alex answered “Do you see now? He’s stuck!”

“How and why?!” Y/N asked, now joining in with Alex’s uncontrollable laughter as Reggie kept shaking his butt. Quickly Luke couldn’t help himself either.

“No! Y/N is here?” Reggie asked, “Y/N I’m so sorry you have to see me like this. I haven’t been doing my squats recently. I know I don’t look in the best of shape-“

“I think that’s the last thing I’m worried about, Reg,” Y/N said, still losing her breath along with Alex who yelled an incredulous ‘what?!’ at his words.

“No one cares about your glutes, bro.” Luke shook his head, laughing with the two.

“Well I do!” Reggie fought back. “I don’t wear these skinny jeans for nothing!”

Alex’s laughter from Reggie’s wackiness turned into one of apprehension. “Well there are more important things to worry about! Like my date being almost two hours late and also how I don’t even know what to say to him because I haven’t seen him in like two months and it's New Year’s Eve and yeah, okay, okay- Stop shaking your ass!”

“Okay,” Y/N held his shoulders, still losing her breath, “Willie is going to come, alright? It'll be fine, but-“

“Let’s deal with gluteus minimus first.” Luke finished.

“That’s not even-“

“I don’t care.” Luke finished for Alex this time. “I’ll take the right leg, Alex, take the left. Pull!”

Ow! Ow! Ow!” Reggie yelped.

“PULL!”

“Ow! Stop!”

“It’s going to hurt till we get you out, Reg” Alex explained. “And why isn’t Y/N helping?”

“Oh, sorry,” She was caught up in the hysterics.

“Oh that’s right,” Luke noticed. “Take the right, I’ll hold onto his feet and pull from the back. On three. 1, 2, 3, PULL!”

“WAIT!” Reggie yelled.

“WHAT?” Alex yelled back.

“Luke said on three, but you pulled at ‘pull’, or really after pull, so is it really ‘on three’ or do you want it to be ‘on pull’ or ‘after three’ or ‘after pull’?”

Alex shook his head, “Does it matter?!”

Reggie’s voice cracked, “Just asking!”

“Okay, ON pull!” Luke clarified, “1,2,3, PULL”

“NO! WAIT!”

“WHAT?!” The three pullers yelled.

“I felt a tear in my jacket, I love this jacket.”

“Oh god,” the boys complained.

“I think it’s just going to have to tear for us to get you out,” Y/N told him.

“But you gave it to me!” Y/N heard the sadness in his voice. It was a brown leather jacket with long strands of fringe on either side. She thought it went perfectly with his banjo and love for country music. It also had big inside pockets that could hold all his little treasures, and whatever he had in his pocket today is probably the reason why it was so hard to get him out.

“Maybe Victoria knows a good dry cleaner that can give us a discount,” she reasoned.

“Tía does always have very nicely pressed clothes,” Reggie agreed, as an honorary Molina— self appointed, but appreciated by most— he felt that it was okay to address Victoria as such.

“Yeah,” She laughed at his words, “So are you going to tell me how you got stuck?”

“Well I knew there was going to be a pool table here so I brought my lucky gold eight ball-” Reggie had a lucky every- “And it kind of just fell in here.”

Alex corrected him, “You mean you were getting too cocky at the game and knocked the ball so hard that it fell in there.”

“Potatoes, tomatoes, uh, spaghetti! It doesn't matter now, I got my ball and now I need you guys to help me get out.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Luke nodded, “You ready Reg?”

“...No!”

“You want to make out with the rats? They have diseases.” Alex sarcastically noted.

“They’re misunderstood creatures!” Reggie stated on their behalf. Reggie’s butt buzzed, “Oh that's my phone, that feels weird, “ he laughed.

“Phone!’ Alex's eyes widened, “Where’s my phone?” He dropped Reggie’s leg

“Alex!” Luke exclaimed want to get this over with.

“Willie texted, he said he’ll be here in thirty- thirty minutes!”

“Anything else,” Y/N asked.

“He’s excited to spend the New Years with me” He said softly, unsurely.

“That's great.” Everyone agreed, happy for the boy.

“Are you going to text back?” Y’N asked excitedly, happy with the idea of Alex’s romance coming to life.

“Oh yeah!” Alex’s face faltered, “Shit. It just died.”

“Just get Reggie’s,” Luke shrugged, “But after we get him out!”

After 3 more tries at “ON PULLS,” Alex, Luke, and Y/N were able to get Reggie out, only tearing his jacket on the left side.

“Thanks guys” Reggie said appreciatively.

As Luke patted Reggie back Alex spoke: “Um, hey, Y/N?” He asked quietly, hands in his pocket, “Mind if I steal you for a second?”

“Sure,” she smiled sweetly at him, turning the corner so they could have a little bit of privacy.

“I’m nervous.” He sighed, “ I already spoke to Luke about it before we left for tonight, so he’s already given me all the inspiration he’s got, but I’m still not sure of it all… He took the whole coming back to life hard, but I didn’t think he would take it so hard that he would separate himself from us, from me. ” The boy frowned.

“I think he really liked being a ghost,” Y/N started.

“Yeah and we ruined his whole life,”

“We didn’t ruin his life, we saved it. He’s free, just like you guys. And…” Y/N trailed off trying to find the words, “Hm, well, I think he was just a ghost so long it became a part of his identity, and now that part left him, it must’ve been hard to take in. Should he have been more verbal about needing space? Yes. You deserved that. If you want to tell him that, you should, especially if it’ll help relieve whatever thoughts you’ve got suck up there. I’m sure he will be apologetic if you ask calmly, try to see it from his perspective. And that way he can be empathetic to your perspective as well, you know? On the other hand, you can also take this New Year in stride and just like go to the past and have a good time with him. Or do both!” She put an arm on his shoulder, giving him a warm closed smile.

He nodded taking in her words, trying to remember what she said as she said it.

“You got this, okay? What does Luke say? Step into your greatness?”

“Heh,” he laughed, “Greatness is usually for Julie, awesomeness is mine, not saying that I am awesome though, it’s- it’s just what he says.”

“Well it’s because it’s true. You’re awesome, Alex. Just be open hearted and your awesomeness will shine through.”

“But.. how?”

“Didn’t I- Never mind. Okay, from what I know, Willie already knows you, and likes you, and enjoys talking to you, so there are no awkward first encounters to be made. You’ll see him and all you need to do is be prepared to say hi, that is unless you want to talk to him about the past, and then it will go off from there. I feel it ending up well, I promise. And even if it doesn’t? Show him the food. Everyone loves food.”

“Hi- maybe past- food- got it.” He turned, but Y/N quickly grabbed him.

“Wait, but don’t just think about that. Remember: He’s coming because he wants to see YOU. He wants to spend New Years with YOU. That’s what his message said right?”

“Right.” It seemed Alex forgot.

“So believe it. Live in that message.”

“Okay,” he started to smile lightly, though still a little wearily. “Thanks… He wants to see me, he WANTS to see me, live in it.” He repeated her words.

Alex gave her Reggie’s phone, asking her to message Willie one last time stating that he would be waiting for him by the front of the house by the band’s van. She did so and turned the corner hoping to find both Reggie and Luke, but unfortunately the latter person was not in sight.

“Reg, where’s Luke?”

“Y/N! Meet Amelie Laurent,” Reggie introduced the girl sitting next to him, imitating a French accent as he said her name. “She’s a foreign exchange student from France. She likes my jacket.” He said with a smirk.

Y/N guessed he didn’t hear her question.

“Nice to meet you,” the girl said giggling at Reggie’s antics. “Comment tu t’appelles?” She asked.

“Uh, yes.” Y/N stared blankly, watching the girls face fall, “I’m just kidding, it’s Y/N. I know that much at least.” Both you and the girl laughed.

“Aw look, my girls getting along!”

“Your girl?” Amelie questioned.

“Well maybe not yet,” Reggie winked while wiggling a brow.

“You should get Luke and come hang out with me and Miss Amelie Laurent.” Reggie once again pronounced her name with the most fake sounding French accent he could muster, having fun with how the name rolled off his tongue.

“Speaking of that,” Y/N handed him his phone, “Do you know where he went?”

“Well he didn’t go through the pool door because that’s where my Amelie Laurent came from, so I’m guessing back there,” Reggie pointed his thumb behind him.

“Alright, then I guess I’m going that way. Nice to meet you Miss Amelie.” She giggled, attempting her own French accent.

About 10 minutes had passed. Y/N had walked around to the backyard, upstairs to some rooms, to the dance floor, the kitchen, stopping along the way when Julie and Flynn caught her in their sight till she found herself back by the pool table. Reggie’s banjo and doggy friend was present but not he nor his lady friend, or Luke. Y/N wondered if she should finally try the pool door till she heard a sound, a voice actually. As she walked down the hallway she was just minutes before, she heard his voice.

It was Luke, his tones muffled by the music and talking inside, but she could hear it, it filled her senses, making her heart flutter to hear his singing as it belted a tune much more soulful then the usual pop or rock songs the band sang. He was outside, in the backyard, one of the first places she looked. As she almost reached the back door, she was pushed rather harshly, by someone with wheels, skateboard wheels.

“Whoa! Sorry!” It was Willie. “You’re Y/N right?” He smiled, running his fingers through his hair as he took off his helmet. “I know we’ve never really spoken, but we know of each other.”

“We do,” Y/N said pleasantly.

“I’m glad I finally found one of you, I’m totally lost.”

“Well I think Luke was just outside there, actually.”

“Oh really? God I was going so fast I wasn’t even thinking. Or looking would be correct, right? Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there, sometimes I still think I’ll just go through people. Can’t believe I have to walk indoors now.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Life of the living,” she tried to joke, “I’m sorry. I know it must be strange.”

“Yeah, better than being under Caleb though.”

“Right,” Y/N nodded.

“Oh, sorry,”

“No don’t be. I’ll never know him like you did. No emotional tie here.”

“Um,” An awkward silence erupted, “So since you’re the only one in the group I’ve found you want to play a game?”

“A game?” She asked, confused.

“Yeah!” He raised his brow.

“And what game would this be?”

“The Where’s Alex game. If you have the answer I’ll love you forever. I already know I’m super late.”

“Oh!” she laughed at the realization, “He’s at the front! You didn’t see him? Or see the text?”

“My phone died,” He pulled out the device as proof, the glass was severely cracked, “I’m not sure how to properly take care of it as you can see. No wonder I make it die so fast.”

“His phone died too, strangely enough. But he’s waiting for you at the front entrance. You didn’t come from that way?”

“No, I didn’t know if someone would stop me if I went that way because I wasn’t actually invited. I never really did this kind of thing in the past. It’s my first time.”

“Really? It’s my first too, but for you? You seem so cool to me to never be invited.”

“Well the actual definition of cool and high schoolers definition of cool is wildly different. We’re obviously a different breed, you and I. Better.” He joked.

“Well thank you.” She could tell why Willie liked him. “Alex is by the white van, it has ghosts painted all over it so you can’t miss it.”

“Thank you!”

“Of course!”

As he was about to walk away, skateboard in hand, he stopped, “Can I be honest?”

“Sure.” She smiled nodding at him to continue.

“I’m a little nervous. I know that’s his thing so I should try to get over it, but I can’t help it. This not being a ghost thing has been hard, you know? Is he mad? I didn’t mean to separate myself…” he faultured. Although Y/N knew Alex’s half of the story, Willie and her were still newly acquainted, it made sense why he felt the need to stop himself from possibly over sharing.

“He can’t wait to see you.” She reassured him, ending the silence. “It’s literally why he decided to stay by the front. He wanted you to find him right away. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?”

She confirmed, “Absolutely positive.”

“Alright, thanks again. And nice to meet you! You know, not just by me peering through windows and being creepy. Sorry.”

“Ghosts will be ghosts.” Y/N shrugged. She watched as Willie gave her a laugh and started to walk away.

“Y/N,” the sweet voice from the backyard called for her again, this time saying her name.

“Luke,” her eyes brightened, turning around.

“Found you.” He grinned, intertwining their fingers on both sides.

“Well really I would have found you first. I heard your voice, from the backyard, but Willie stopped me before I could go.”

“Ah, you heard my call for you.”

“For me?” He hummed in response.

“I’ll pretend that’s true.”

“Good,” Luke brought one of her hands up to his lips, kissing it softly. “So where have you been in the last twenty?”

“Well I was looking for you. Reggie said you didn’t go through the pool door so-“

“I did.”

You did?”

“I did! He probably didn’t mention it because he was so focused on-

“Miss Amelie Laurent!” You both said in unison, French accents prevalent.

“He said you went back here so I went to the backyard, but you weren’t there, so I went upstairs back to Nick room, and you don’t want to know what I saw in there-”

“Ooo tell me,” his eyes were eager.

“Anyway, I went back down stairs, found Julie near the kitchen— we shared a cupcake— and then she asked me if I would go to the dance floor with her and find someone to talk to so I did that, but then Flynn can said she lost her bracelet so we three had to look for that one, then I came back to the pool table, heard you singing, bumped into Willie, asked me where Alex was, and then I think he needed some advice— he and Alex are literally having the same problem, it’s kind of cute— and then you finally came. That’s my story.”

Luke's mouth was open, eyes going around in a circle as she went on her tangent, hanging onto every word, he thought it was pretty adorable. “Well, my story is much shorter. When I picked Reggi up, you disappeared.”

“Oh, Alex asked me to speak to him, all we did was turn the corner.”

“I didn’t know, but then some guy from the pool came up to me asked me if I could show him some cords from a phantom song and before I could say yes he was pushing me out the door. I helped him, went back inside, met Miss Amelie Laurent, walked to the backyard because Reggie said you went that way, and there I stayed.”

“If only I went back.”

“We’re good now.” Though a smile still ghosted his face he felt a sudden suppression wash over him, “Are you having fun, Y/N/N?”

“I- Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know… I just know it’s your first party here and I wanted you to have a good time, but at every second someone needs you, or someone needs me, and we’ve been pulled around and around and around,-“ Luke moves his head left to right, a rasp in his voice like a motor engine as he repeated the word for effect, “-that I feel like you’re not letting yourself get into some trouble like everyone else.”

“Trouble?”

“Lack of a better word,” he smiled smugly. “I’m just saying, you’re not Julie and the Phantoms glorified assistant-”

“Neither are you. You’ve done just as much as me tonight.” She reasoned.

“Yeah, but that’s because I was trying to stick with you and lessen the load. You know you do so much for us all the time.”

“I guess I just like you guys too much.” she shrugged, matching his playful tone from before.

“Like just me a little bit more then.” He moved closer, placing his fingers on her jaw, “Hmm?”

He finally kissed her, a real kiss this time. His other hand moved to her neck as her hands moved to his arms. The hand on her jaw lifted her chin higher, deepening the action.

“People are watching,” she said through a breath, eyes alert.

Before going back in he said, “No one's watching,” Then after a peck, “And no one cares.” His hands slid to her waist, head tilting to the other side, he hummed, causing Y/N’s hands to fall to his cheeks, quickly sliding her fingers against his chest; she was lost in the moment.

Slowly Luke’s feet moved backwards, moving one of the hands that was wrapped around his waist to her hip as he motioned her against the wall. “Ow,” Y/N yelped, the black and blue Flynn gave her earlier pulsing again.

Luke’s hand came to her head, cushioning it against the wall. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“So did I,” she laughed.

The both smiled at each other, Luke forehead connecting with hers, he rubbed his nose against her own etching more bits of laughter out of her. He relished in the noises, the closeness, the feeling.

Looking down he noticed their shoes, Y/N’s original chucks in the middle of both vans. He didn’t care what shoes she wore, but he much appreciated how she had to change her footwear for Julie because now they matched… somewhat. The black and white pallets, but different designs; similar, but different; individuals, but connected. He liked it. “Nice shoes, kid.”

“Thanks,” she laughed, “Not what I originally intended, but they work.”

“Work better, in my opinion.” He moved back, extending her arms out as he held her hands. He was surveying how her black dress with white polka dots perfectly matched the color scheme of the converse. “Perfect.”

Once again she blushed, but didn’t respond. Instead she made a remark about his own shoes. “You know, I don’t understand how you wear those everyday, yet they aren’t all dirty like mine.”

“Well I used to be a ghost, when I was walking my feet weren’t actually treading on the Earth.”

“Well that was three months ago.”

“Almost three months ago,” he corrected, for that’s when their official relationship started. Luke always thought she was pretty, right from the moment he saw her, but it wasn’t love at first sight, not even like. She was a little quiet, at least with him and the boys and they all noticed. With Julie and Flynn she smiled brightly and chatted constantly, or that’s what he would hear when he would come to Julie’s room, hearing her voice through the door. It was a sweet voice, empathetic, understanding; he thought it sounded like music, and not only did he wonder how his name would sound on her lips, but he felt connected to it. He understood the desire to make others feel good. Through his singing he tried to make people feel seen, make their problems validated, and he could tell she tried to do that with her words.

For Y/N at first, she wanted Julie to have the band for herself. She thought that this was one of the few things making her feel happy during this dark time of Tía Rose’s passing, so she didn’t want to step in too much, not to mention the realization that she could see ghosts wasn’t exactly the easiest things for her to get her head around the way Julie did. But her elusiveness only made Luke more curious, and when Luke was curious, he was persistent in finding out whatever it was he wanted to know.

First, he would ask Julie to bring Y/N down for their rehearsals and she would, sometimes, but nothing gave. Y/N would most give Julie feedback, shying away from the ghosts gaze, still unsure how to interact. Then, he just started asking Julie about her cousin, little questions here and there till Julie finally got tired and told him to just go talk to her himself. This is where he was at a stand still as he was unsure how to approach her. Finally, after noticing how her room lights would shine quite far into the night, he decided to go up there, telling himself he would just ask her why she sleeps so late, that he only noticed because he likes to take walks at night. It sounded reasonable to him.

This is when he realized how similar Molina’s are: Always trying to be brave for others. After she told him she always had trouble falling asleep unless it was specifically her bed at home, but didn’t want to tell anyone else because it would bother them. She wanted to stay here for Julie and for the friendships she was finally making at Los Feliz, so Luke decided to start a tradition with her: late night bike rides. It was a way to tire her out and a way for him to get some alone time with her. Him taking a bike from the garage, and her using her own she brought from her old home. They rode separately, but together, letting the quiet road open them up to the other. Telling each other stories, discussing interests, consoling each other when they were feeling down. Luke never knew how close you could feel to someone else by just conversation until he had to do it with Y/N. It made him appreciate her in a way he’d never felt before.

They were not friends, they knew that fairly quickly, but they didn’t hurt each other by talking about being more. It was just an unspoken agreement that they hung out with each other exclusively in the way that they did, but they never spoke of romantics. Their rides were special, only for them. That’s why when he became alive the first thing he wanted to do, after celebrating with everyone, was take a ride with her. One bike this time. Her heels on the bars and she heads onto his shoulders, showing her where he used to grow up. That’s what he always wanted to do.

“Not enough time,” Luke said in response to Y/N who mentioned that wearing the same two pairs of shoes for 3 months had to have made them a little messed up, but he was talking about them, thinking about how short of a time ago it was that he got got be with her this way. It was a long year of just knowing her without the sense of touch. He felt lucky. Once again, he dipped his hands on the side of her face, starting to go in till-

“Hey, Y/N! And oh, Luke! Hey man.” It was the New Years Eve birthday boy.

“Oh, hey, Nick,” Y/N said, maintaining a kind disposition although she knew how his actions made Julie feel.

“Um,” he laughed awkwardly at Luke’s stoicism, it was unnatural for his character and even Nick knew that by now, “Well I was wondering if you knew where Julie was. I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Really?” Luke questioned.

“Yeah, I promised her a dance,” he laughed, “or really she promised me one because we all know I suck.”

Y/N laughed kindheartedly at his deprecation. She was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Carrie does have a dominating attitude, and with someone as tender Nick it would make sense that he got roped into whatever it was even at his own party, but looking at Luke’s face and knowing how she felt earlier, she decided to to be upfront, “Look Nick, you don’t have to say anything, but I think you like Julie, and I don’t know if Julie likes you, but let’s say she does: You’re sending mixed signals. I get you and Carrie have a history and that she can be bossy, but you make your own choices. If you want to hang out with a certain someone, I think you should put your foot down and make it a priority to do that.” She tried to be ambiguous, obviously failing throughout.

Nick sighed, “I know… I have no excuse. But that’s why I’ve been trying to find her. I want to hang out with her, do a- I don’t know-“

“‘I don’t know?’” Luke intervened, restating his words, unsure about the possible actions behind them.

“I mean like... New Year's kiss, I- don’t laugh at me Y/N!”

“No! I think it’s sweet. I'm only laughing because I’ve understood your pain, Nick.”

Nick laughed alongside her albeit he was still mostly laughing at himself. Luke kept his grumpy face, eyebrows twitching. “Well if that’s what you want, go get it before the Carrie snatches you up again”

“But even if she does,” Luke started.

“Put your foot down.” Y/n finished “You know, Stand Tall, like the phantoms song.”

“‘Whatever happens’ he snickered, waving his finger as he said the lyric in hopes to ease the tension with Luke, but he was not amused.

“Exactly,” Y/N smiled, paying her boyfriend's chest.

“Right,” Luke agreed, he was really only saying it for Y/N. “Nice basketball sheets by the way”

“Hey, come on, my dad got those for me. It’s nostalgic, you know? Anyway, so I know you guys were busy and I’m sorry that I interrupted anything, but do you think you could help me find her? I really want to find her.”

“Listen Nick,” Luke started once again, it was getting late and he still had a plan he wanted to maintain.

“Y/N! So there’s this gu- Nick, oh-“

“Julie, I’ve been looking for you!” Nick exclaimed, happy to see her.

“You have?”

“Apparently,” Luke answered.

“Well Nick, actually I-“

“Wait. Julie, wait. I- um, I was also looking for all you phantoms actually. I mean I was going to find you and talk to you first and the ask about this later but hey two out of the four are here so,”

“What are you talking about?” Julie asks, hoping he’d get to the point.

“I was wondering if you could play a song? Just one. I don’t have a bass but I’ve got a drum kit on stage already and I’ve got plenty of electrics. The party’s coming to a close and I thought this would be one last thing to bring it all together to make a great night. I know it’s last minute,”

“Nick-“

“Julie.” He stopped, stumbling with his words, till he finally felt sure of what to say, “I’m beating around the bush. What I really need to say is I’m sorry for leaving you. You’re the only one I wanted to hang out with tonight. Carrie- Carrie’s just lonely. If I’m being honest and I promise I don’t mean this in a rude way, but Kayla is just more of her henchman. I know we used to date so it looks strange, but I think I’m her only friend right now. She bought a really grand present and took me away to show it to me, that’s all. I should have stopped to speak to you first though. That’s on me.”

Julie looked down, nodding, “I appreciate that.”

“You don’t have to sing and you don’t have to give me any more of your time tonight if you don’t want to. I’m just glad you’re here either way.”

“I don’t mind hanging out with you... if you actually stick around this time-“

“I will!”

“But singing? I guess I’ll leave that one to you Luke.” Julie said, noticing his expression, lips scrunched up together.

“I- It’s your choice, Jules. Whatever you want.” He said lessening the intensity that was in his eyes, Nick did do what Y/N said after all.

“Let’s sing then. This party has been a little hectic and I think we all need to get our emotions out. Let the New Year come in with good vibes. Right, buddy?” She said tapping Luke’s cheek. “Y/N, help me find the others?”

“Sure,” she said with a sympathetic smile to Luke who she noticed didn’t seem to enjoy that little buddy comment, nonetheless, she joined in: “See ya soon, buddy,” Y/N laughed, letting the ends of her finger tips brush against his till she was pulled away by Julie.

On stage, Julie and the Phantoms rose, singing Finally Free. It had become quite the party anthem for them. The repetition in the chorus made it such a good song for them to engage with the audience. Every time Julie sang ‘I got a spark in me’ the crowd would sing back, throwing their hands up in the process quite literally making the next lyric, ‘hands up if you’re with me’ come true in the most perfect way.

Y/N wished she brought her camera, instead she opted to take out her phone, taking some iPhone shots of the band, hoping the fans would enjoy these raw candid pictures, but then Luke caught her attention through the screen, he sent her a wink, one that the people in front of her probably thought was for them. As he strummed his guitar he yelled a ‘WOOO’ her way, bouncing with Reggie. Y/N decided to put her phone down. This performance was a New Years special, one to only be viewed in person; in the moment; no thinking of anyone else. Finding Flynn in the crowd who was also trying to catch some snapshots of her own, Y/N passed on the energy Luke had given to her: “Lets just have fun!”

Soon after, the song had ended, and despite not being the ‘hologram band’ anymore the Phantoms vanished from the stage, still giving the audience chills as Julie was the one last standing, thanking everyone for being such a great audience. When the gang realized the guys still had some ghosting abilities, Julie wondered if they should stop the whole disappearing thing, saying it would be harder for people to believe, but honestly, seeing the guys at school, at this party, and still watching them turn to dust when the music and cheering ended still amazed the crowd and made it just that more of a spectacle; no one cared for reason, it was simply that cool to see.

Y/N hoped Luke would pop up alongside her, saving her the hassle of searching for him again, but alas, he did not. It made sense to her though, for she was right in the middle of the dancefloor.

She decided to travel back around to the hallway where Nick and Julie had stopped her and Luke before. Walking down the hall, a hand snaked around her arm, pull her into a small closet under the staircase. “What the-” She stopped herself as she looked up and the light illuminated the small area with a click and a pull. Her eyes traveled slowly from the buttery yellow glow of the small light, the hand which pulled on the silvery chord, the shimmering skin of Luke, whose eyes followed her gaze till she met his own. “Howdy.”

“Hey there, partner” she said softy, small breathy giggles coming out of her. “Nice hat.”

“Why thank you, pretty lady,” he responded with a wink, tipping the brown leathered cowboy hat he’d found.

“So what are we doing in here?” She asked, watching him take off the hat.

“Wanna play seven minutes in heaven?”

“Like in 13 going on 30? Is that the kind of game you played in your 90s parties?”

Luke rolled his eyes at her comment, moving on, “I decided that our friends are not going to leave us alone tonight, so I want just seven minutes. No interruptions, just us.”

“I’d like that.”

Luke took out his phone starting a timer on his phone, “Yeah,” he nodded as he moved closer to her face, “me too.”

Lips on her own, he moved his hand to the back of her head, remembering her black and blue and he softly placed it against the wall of the small space, removing it once there.

As her head leaned eagerly against it, the rest of her body was slanted, legs in between his own, he moved his arms to her waist, hands going up her back, while hands went up to his neck, going in to play with his hair.

“Y/N?”

The sound caused her to jump, banging her head for the third time. “Ow.”

It was Flynn.

“Luke!”

It was Reggie.

Now Julie came over, “Is Y/N and Luke in there? Guys?!” H-“

“No!” Luke yelled.

“Hey!” It was Alex, hand in hand with Willie. “Are they coming out? It’s-“

“Five minutes!” Luke yelled out again. He slid out his phone from underneath the door. “In fact, reset it to seven, give us seven.”

Reggie took phone, “But Luke you didn’t notice the ti-“

Luke bagged on the door, “When it rings, that’s when you can give us your requests.”

Y/N covered her mouth, giggling at his aggressive tone.

“Come here,” he motioned her with his hands on her hips, lips once again reconnected. As they started to move backward again, Luke moved his hands higher, picking her up, motioning her to wrap her legs around her waist, Y/N tried to catch her breath as their lips fell a part in the action, “Not this time,” he whispered in her ear, the vibrations of his voice making her shiver. He crashed his lips onto hers again as his hands went lower on his hips, supporting her on his frame. He swiped his tongue on her lower lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss further. Thereafter, their lips were connected in open mouth kisses, Luke taking control of the action.

“We just wanted to say Happy New Years, it’s 12:03.” Reggie uttered quietly at the bottom of the door, petting Nick’s dog that found him again. Y/N and Luke didn’t answer him, he figured they were too busy engrossed in each other.

“Happy New Years, beautiful.” Luke sang to Y/N, sighing out, admiring the way her eyes looked into his, realizing that he completed his mission after all.

“Happy New Years, Luke.” She breathed out, planting her lips on his once more. One hand on the side of his face as the other went back to his hair, rejoicing in their closeness, finally, uninterrupted.

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rescue mission

It’s been five weeks and two days since Fake Dana was kil- disappeared and Real Dana came back. I didn’t know exactly what would happen to me should I complain about it to anyone but the dean, so I was laying low, but… the recent discovery of my roommate’s skin being a bright shade of green changed some of my plans.

When I told him - Threeox - about Real Dana murdering Fake Dana, and now living invisibly on the campus (I’d never seen her again), he sighed, locked the door and windows, before making me sit on the floor between our beds and getting out a small wooden key out of a seemingly lidless box made of shimmery dark brown wood. The box was amazingly carved, so much so that looking at it too long made me dizzy, and I had to close my eyes not to faint as the patterns on the lid started to sway as to a sharp breeze.

“Threeox, what’s that about ?” I asked, a little confused - and a whole lot scared.

That was probably not my smartest move - Threeox doesn’t talk per se, he just… gets his point across in a remarkable way that I had yet to pin down. A series of drawings of a cat with five eyes and a full ten minutes of interpretative dancing later, I kind of gathered that Fake Dana was trapped in the mirrors in the North Dorm, and couldn’t get out because of all the iron.

Naturally, I tried to organise a rescue mission, but gathering partners proved difficult. Real Dana apparently gained quite a reputation among the Student Witches, and everyone kept looking at me weirdly when I asked where Fake Dana was and if we could, like, rescue her maybe ? No one wanted to talk to me for more than two minutes, fidgeting uncomfortably and asking me if I’d packed my suitcase yet. I wasn’t going anywhere without Fake Dana, but hey, who am I to contradict the masses ? I’d just have to lay low a little longer.

It started on rocky grounds but I did gather for this mission a few seniors, all knights that had a history of being kind(er) to the Changelings, even though I’d never heard of them before. Their names were Toll, Bell and Eulogy, which - okay, some of us have weird names, but… It’s not that hard to pick a happy one. I couldn’t quite remember what mine was now but people had no trouble remembering me when I talked to them, so I assumed that was fine.

Add to the knights a freshman, EXO. Freshmen are probably a bit too young and frightened for that, but the fearless EXO wasn’t, uh, exactly a freshman ? Freshperson ? They were at least two metres tall and they had that look in their eyes that told you not to mess with them or they’d do unspeakable things that I, well, couldn’t speak of. Just know they were good for stuff like this. Or so I assumed, since they were the one who brought the knights to my bi-weekly “Where is Fake Dana” search.

We got some supplies: the baseball bat Fake Dana hid under my bed that one night the dean decided to do a room check, a good couple teaspoons of charcoal, some rags, a freaking battleaxe that Toll swooshed around like it weighed nothing, and that one river rock the archivist kindly lent us, and we departed for the wild wild north. Midnight seemed an appropriate time.

The dorm looked fancy, not gonna lie, the iron structure glimmered and almost rippled under the moonlight. I felt EXO shiver as we entered, their eyes losing any life that they might have had, their skin getting that weird greenish hue it didn’t have just moments before. The knights also shivered, but that might have been the cold.

The entrance was deserted, no sign of life save for a calico cat who meowed at us and tried to eat my shoelaces. She promptly departed when I told her they were a gift from the president, though I didn’t specify which president. It was the president of the cross-stitching club I was in in middle school, and she, uh, suffered from a slight eye issue after she looked through my hagstone. I mean, I did warn her about seeing the Nethers through the hole, but she didn’t listen.

Anyways, enough of that. Toll started to hack at the nearest door with his axe, waking up the poor unsuspecting students living there. “Where the fuck is she ?”, I asked, peeking around Toll’s shoulders. The two girls looked at each other, at Toll’s axe, at each other again, and one of them ended up spitting out “Basement. Third door to the left. Hope you die a slow, painful death, girl, you deserve it.”

Eulogy, true to her name, sang a few verses in Tamil, and we all collected our spirits before walking towards the basement. The iron in the walls seemed to sing to the beat of our steps, the doors creaking to the rhythm of our breaths. EXO seemed paler and paler under the dimmed overhead lights, until Eulogy sprayed us all with what I can only assume is water from that Wishing Well we’re not exactly supposed to talk about. That seemed to calm us down a little. I squeezed EXO’s hand when they looked at me questioningly, my smile thin and eyes dulled by fatigue. I couldn’t sleep that well since Fake Dana was gone, so I just wanted this to be over with already.

The third door was cracked open, but no sounds emanated from behind the heavy iron and the weird, Tolkien-inspired words of advice in elvish. I could recognise “The way is shut, and the Dead keep it”, which wasn’t even the full correct quote. The door swayed to an invisible breeze and it opened way too silently for something made of rusty metal. As we went down the stairs, we could hear the stone crackle with contained electricity, so much so that Toll, Bell and Eulogy decided to stay up to guard our backs. EXO grit their teeth but didn’t stop, grabbing Toll’s axe on the way.

“Good luck, bro, and good riddance, you girl,” Eulogy waved, and the three knights were gone as if they were never here. I wondered what she meant by that, but I couldn’t ask in time. EXO gestured to the stairs, mouth shut tight. I was kind of getting tired of everyone telling me I should leave, so I hoped at least Fake Dana would help with that. Hadn’t I been working so hard to rescue her ?

At the bottom of the narrow stairs were two doors, also made out of metal, and what Threeox told me about - the mirror.

Ten feet tall, circled with iron chains, the metal behind the glass pane was reminiscent of clouds, though it was most likely silver. I could see a prostrate silhouette in the bottom right corner, faint tremors running through her whole body, sobs muffled, whimpers of pain spread between fits of coughing.

I yelled something I couldn’t really understand, a guttural sound that made her raise her head, and I saw Fake Dana’s eyes grow wide as she recognised me.

“Missed me ?” She smiled, teeth sharp.

My throat went tight as she started to slam her fists against the glass. “It’ll be okay soon. I promise,” I said, examining the lock keeping the iron chains together.

“Hey, move, I’ll take care of it,” a voice I pinned on EXO whispered in my ear. “Tell her to stand back.”

I did so, and Fake Dana retreated to the far side of the mirrorspace. With three swipes of his axe, EXO managed to hack away most of the chains, and the rest I hastily discarded, fists pounding on the glass as Fake Dana pounded back.

“The key. The lock.”

“Fuck.” I started rummaging through my satchel, finally finding the small piece of wood that has slithered into the bag of crackers I keep for the crows. “Where is that fucking lock ?”

EXO gestured to the back of the mirror and helped me turn it around, their skin starting to sea as they kept pushing the metal. They eventually managed to shift it enough that I could wrestle my arm in and fit the key into an oddly shaped keyhole.

The back of the mirror started glowing a pale green before cracking open, revealing a room barely large enough to fit Fake Dana. Tears welling up in my eyes, I did my best to extract her without causing her too much damage until she finally made it out to the other side.

“Friend,” I said. “I didn’t think I’d ever find you ! Thankfully Threeox helped, and there’s - look,” I continued, turning back to face my rescue team, forgetting it was only me and EXO now.

They were smiling, too, and they gestured at the stairs. I understood what they meant - out.

I turned to Fake Dana again, still somewhat relieved to see her dry her tears and gracefully get up without giving me the time to offer help. She smiled like nothing was wrong. I followed her up the stairs and into the hall, her naked feet sizzling and leaving angry red marks on the floor, probably due to the iron dust covering every inch of the place. EXO swung the the front door open, touching the iron pane with a quickly blistering hand, and as I looked at them more closely, I couldn’t help but mouth “Threeox”.

“Oh shit, right, come here !” Fake Dana grabbed my face with both her hands, her palms wet with leftover tears and blood, the feel of them sending shivers down my spine. She spat in my eyes like she’d done before, and suddenly the night became less bright, her skin less pale, EXO’s features morphing into the face of my roommate, skin going from that red I’d been kinda surprised about, to the vibrant green that the cat warned me about.

Toll, Bell and Eulogy were nowhere to be seen. I started wondering if I’d dreamed about them, if they were ever here at all. Their names had stuck in my mind and once again I wondered what mine was. I know Sizzle, my roommate, was quite upset before shoving me out of the room - which room was that again ? 17 ? 23 ? I forgot.

Fake Dana interrupted my thoughts with a light shove on my arm. “You can leave, now, you’ll remember who you are soon. It’s okay, it’s done.”

“What’s done ?” I tried to ask, but my eyelids suddenly became so heavy I had trouble keeping them open.

The last thing I heard were guttural sounds, so unlike Fake Dana’s voice, and a wet caress on my back.

I woke up on this train a few moments ago. I don’t know where it’s going, except from “Far away” and “Not where I came from”. My suitcase is filled with all my belongings, except the iron jewellery I acquired during my two years as Elsewhere U. And as I look at the landscape we are zapping by, I do not recognise the streets nor the trees.

The only thing keeping me from falling asleep again is the sticky red liquid pouring out of my nose, making me curse out loud as I scramble for a handkerchief. The blood stops flowing after a while, and I catch my reflection in the window across me.

I have several streaks of white hair, the contrast sharp with my otherwise dark brown ponytail. My eyes are bloodshot and I have blood caked on my face in the shape of hands. My skin is pale, my eyes gleam a quickly fading red.

I remember it now. My name is Dana.

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equalstrashflavoredtrash · 4 years ago

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Echoy’aim - 1

a/n: so my hope is for this to be a series, im like really diggin the ideas i’ve got rolling around in my skull and i also wanna take it slow with this fic (I know i have a habit of rushing to the horny bits) While writing i listened to the album Ecophony Rinne by Geinoh Yamashirogumi, which i would totally recommend! it helped me with the vibe. also much love to @maybege and @whenimaunicorn for listening to me ramble and encouring this mess.

wordcount: 2,669 (lol nice)

warnings: this fic is Omegaverse, with a/b/o dynamics, later points in the story will be more smutty but so far nothing sexual happens

PART 2

alpha!Paz x reader // The Mandalorian (A/B/O)

Looking up at the sky, you couldn’t help but notice how bright the new moon was. Even when the moon Wolo was cast in the shadow of Otare, the artificial light pollution from the city of Odharra on its surface was always visible, always glowing. You couldn’t look at the moon without wondering what your family was doing. It was hard to keep track of the time difference between the celestial bodies but you knew that your mom was most likely in her lab working away.

“You also running late?” a voice from behind you asked. With a simple shake of your head you broke the course of your thoughts before turning to find Kel. She wore her commonplace smile, exuding a confidence you were jealous of; she seemed so content and happy with her state, resting her hand on top of her round belly.

“Yeah, just lost track of time,” you mumbled, falling in pace next to her as she waddled along the main path to the center of the village.

“Same here, it took forever to get Boej down for the night. I was so worn out I crashed next to him,” She laughed to herself, moving her hand to brace against her lower back. Without hesitation you stilled, giving her a moment to rest before she continued, “Do you know what this urgent council meeting is about anyway?”

“Apparently there was a distress call from just outside the atmosphere, and some families want to respond,” You mumbled with a shrug, relaying the sparse details you had overheard. The pair of you walked along in a shared silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but you still felt the need to fill the air. “Well, the shipment is arriving tomorrow. Jae will be back with you in no time.”

Kel nodded at your comment, smiling to herself before adding, “He’ll be back and staying on planet until these two are born.”

“I'm sure it’s hard for him to be away from his riduur, especially when you’re so far along.” You tried to ignore the ache in your chest as you watched her rub along the curve of her pregnant belly. It was the same ache you felt when she announced her first son, or when she confided in you before anyone else when she learned was having twins. The pheromones a pregnant omega gave off were supposed to calming in nature to those around them, but the smell of her did not seem to have that effect on you. You wanted to be happy for her, as much as the whole tribe was—it seemed everyone wanted to touch and feel the kicks of her budding children—but you couldn’t help feeling outside of the events as the older omegas reminisced on their pregnancies and offered advice for Kel’s comfort.

Kel’s expression softened as she took in the way you gazed at her body. Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, she pulled you close, giving a squeeze as she nudged her forehead against yours, “Don’t worry, you’ll find a mate soon. I'm sure of it.”

You tried to smile and seem agreeable, but also took the opportunity of approaching the Greathouse as a chance to break apart. Kel waved as she went in through the main door while you slipped around the corner of the building. Quietly as you could, you used a side entrance to cut to your seat near the center without disturbing too many of the onlookers. You settled on your knees in your place, just behind your grandmother.

The Greathouse was as full as you’d ever seen it, members of the tribe packed in from wall to wall, standing where there wasn’t room to sit; all witnessing the elders’ discussion. Spectators were never uncommon for these meetings, but you couldn’t think of a time you’d seen this many at once.

The seating arrangement in the great space during meetings was in the shape of a wagon wheel. In the center of the hall—at the wheel’s axle—was the fire pit. Circled around that were the eldest alpha of each family. Six in all, a mix of men and women, each with their helmets—an important heirloom and family symbol—proudly displayed before them. Behind the alphas sat their families, spread out to fill the slices of space like the spokes of a wheel. The circle of elders was broken only by your grandmother, the Alor and seventh member of the council. She was the only one without a helmet as she was the only omega. Across the room you could see Kel settle down among her family as a cousin offered her his chair.

You tried to quietly whisper an apology for your tardiness but your grandmother waved you off, patting your leg with one hand. In the other she held a small leather pouch. The discussion was in full swing now but you focused more on reaching for the steaming kettle by the fire than what was being said at the moment. You refilled your grandmother’s mug before pouring a drink for yourself.

“They are Mandalorians!” One of the leader’s voices boomed from across the circle.

“They are warriors!” Another replied, slamming her balled fist on the ground to emphasize her point. “We are farmers, we have chosen peace—all of us have!—there is no place for warriors among us.”

The people watching were nearly silent—only occasionally clapping in agreement—rapt with attention as the group of six continued to make their points over the crackling of the fire and each other. You tried to listen to the arguing, weighing their opinions in your own mind, but your eyes kept wandering to your grandmother’s hands.

Idly, she took a sip of her tea, unbothered by the noise, all while continuing to rhythmically bounce the pouch in her grasp. You could almost hear the familiar muffled sounds of the contents being jostled by the movement, the way they clack against each other.

“This bickering will get us nowhere!” The man seated to your grandmother’s right rang out. It was Vres, your eldest Uncle, and the head of your own family. “Please, Alor,” he said in a calmer voice now that the arguing had halted, turning to face his mother, “Tell us, what do the bones say?”

All eyes were on your grandmother—necks craning forward to get a clearer view while those in the back stood from their seats—all watching as she twisted her wrist, pouring the fragments of bone from the pouch. The small white pieces, edges smoothed and rounded by age, bounced and scattered about, settling in place upon the ground before her, seemingly at random—but you watched the way her finger guided along above the arrangement. Studying each one in time, taking in their relation to each other. You tried to recall your lessons and understand what she was reading.

“The bones speak of the echoy’aim,” she finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the audience, “They speak of the deep pain we all know.” Carefully she reached forward, gently picking up one bone with her bent, arthritic fingers, holding it up to the light of the flame. This one you recognized.

‘Both possibilities and aliit, our family,’ your grandmother had explained when she’d decided it was time for you to learn and had first shown you the bones. ‘It breaks off in two directions, representing the parting of ways or the branching of generations; what matters is how you read it.’

“They remind us that when one brother is safe, we all are safe.”

- .-- --- --- .-- ..- ...-

There wasn't much contest after your grandmother spoke. The vote was unanimous—begrudgingly so by some—that the soldiers would stay with the tribe. The matter of whether they would truly integrate with Cuun Adate, or move on after a briefer respite, was left open to future discussion.

The covert arrived late at night, eager to land after an arduous journey. Most of Cuun Yaim was asleep when their ships first touched ground. You were awake in the loft of the Greathouse at the time, having said that you were going to bed but then losing track of time reading on your holopad.

It was lonely in the loft now. You missed the nights with the other omegas. When you moved from your parent’s home to the loft, the other beds were taken, since all of the other omegas had come of age before you even arrived in Cuun Yaim. You had ended up sleeping next to Kel, spending most of those nights together talking until you fell asleep; discussing the possibilities of the future as a full member of the tribe with a loving riduur.

Now, most nights you spent your time alone in the loft, bundled up with all the extra, unused pillows from the other beds. The loft was reserved for young omegas without a mate. It was over the main entrance of the great space, looking down over the central fire pit. It got very warm and cozy on cold nights, especially after gatherings that filled the hall with people like tonight’s meeting.

At the far end of the hall was the Alor's residence, where your grandmother lived. Your Uncle and his family currently stayed there too, helping to care for her in her old age after she minded and taught their younglings during the day.

After the last riduurok—when it was apparent that you would be the only one left un-mated and alone in the loft—your grandmother offered for you to sleep downstairs but you refused, insisting you wanted your own space and that the warm loft would be nice in the coming cold months.

So now you spent your evenings alone, reading your holopad as you listened to the dying fire below and the muffled sounds of your uncle’s riduur singing their pups to sleep.

This night was different due to the expected arrivals. You could hear your grandmother still awake working away at her weaving and humming along—the wooden clacking of the loom keeping time—far past when she would normally turn in.

Your eyelids were heavy, the text before you becoming blurry as your wrist started to slump, almost dropping the holopad when you were jolted awake by the creak of the large door opening.

Cautiously crawling across the wooden planks on your knees, you listened closely, trying to count the footsteps before you could see how many people had entered. You were so focused that you hadn't noticed that the clack-clack of your grandmother's loom had stopped.

Shuffling on your belly, you approached the edge of the loft. Carefully you eased forward, peering over the sawed ends of the boards to watch what was happening around the fire. Your grandmother was plain to see in her usual seat but you followed her line of vision and spotted the newcomers entering the hall.

The pair were easy to identify as Mandalorian; the first wore a golden beskar helmet that bore a series of small horns that circled around the crown of their head—almost Zobrak-like in their arrangement. A helmet that was not removed despite entering the great hall, something you chalked up to them being uneasy in a new place. Still, they knelt when approaching the fire, showing deference to your kin. That was when you noticed the second visitor. You could smell him before you even looked his way. His scent commanded your attention instantly—his pheromones, both musky and masculine in essence, held your gaze on him though you wanted to hear what the other was saying to your grandmother. Still you forced yourself to pay attention.

The one in the horned helmet stepped forward, urging your grandmother to stay seated. Reaching forward your grandmother clasped their forearm, a greeting you recognized as one shared between friends or equals.

"I apologize for our untimely arrival, but I'm sure you understand the urgent nature of our situation. Thank you again, for taking my people in on such short notice." Hearing the second Alor's voice you recognized she was a woman and wondered vaguely curious of her disposition and what their covert's traditions were.

Normally it was easy to tell by scent who was an alpha or omega, but the smell of the silent soldier was so overpowering to you, every other scent in the room was dampened compared to him—even the smell of the wood smoke. It was hard to discern much about his appearance from above but he stood tall, clad in blue armor. He seemed intimidating in stature, even without the protective layer of beskar you could tell he would tower over you.

He remained silent as the two Alors spoke, standing near the fire to warm while listening to the conversation. You felt almost mesmerised as you studied him, unable to tear your eyes away a second time. It was like watching the alphas in the village spar: paying close attention at every moment so you don’t miss the winning blow—but now instead of hoping to see a hard right hook you would have been content just seeing his fingers idly twitch.

You thought he was engrossed in the Alors' conversation when his helmet abruptly turned, almost instantly focusing on you. Even though his entire face was obscured by the dark tint of his helmet's visor, you could feel his eyes landing on you tucked away in the shadowy eaves of the Greathouse.

He held your gaze so intently you found yourself loathe to break the connection, even though normally you would look away from such direct eye contact. He was a proud alpha—you could not only by how he held himself, but by the heady scent of his disposition swirling up with the wood smoke to find you in the loft.

There was something warm about the smell you couldn't name. Breathing it in, you felt not quite drowsy, but content. Lulled by his infatuating scent, you tucked your arms in close and rested your cheek on your wrist—all the while continuing to keep gaze with the blue soldier.

Your grandmother waved away the other Alor's apologies with her usual air. "You are safe, that is what matters most." She leaned forward, using the end of her cane to poke at the crumbling embers that were the last log. "You must be tired, please rest here."

"It is too late. The others will sleep on the ship tonight, so as not to disturb the village, but Paz and I will gladly accept your offer." Holding out a gloved hand she gestured to her silent companion as your grandmother hummed in agreement.

"Very well, then I must turn in." Your grandmother declared as she braced her cane, moving to stand. You could feel your muscles twitch with the impulse to help her, even though you were watching from the shadows. Instead of yourself stepping forward, it was the blue soldier.

He circled around the fire in barely two long steps, reaching for her elbow before she could dismiss his aid as she normally would. He walked slowly, keeping her pace as she shuffled along to the door that led to her living space.

"I had my son-in-law set out some blankets for you, I hope there is all you need," your grandmother commented, turning around to speak to him.

"All that you provide is more than plenty, and I am thankful for it." His response was simple enough—the proper manners for speaking to an Alor—and your grandmother approved, smiling as she ducked past the curtain that separated the living quarters from the great space. The sound of his voice sent a pang through you, something that echoed in your form before settling as a warm heat between your thighs.

Returning to your bed, you climbed under the covers, basking in his scent as it continued to waft up to you as the blue soldier rested below your rafters. Unable to deny your biology, you were easily lulled into a comfortable sleep—resting more easily than you had since the loft had become so empty.

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Glossary [literal definition](functional definition) Echoy’aim - [searching/mourning + home](the Mandalorian Diaspora) Cuun Adate - [my people](the name of the Tribe) Cuun Yaim - [my home](the name of the Village) Otare - The planet Cuun Yaim is on Wolo - The Moon of Otare Odharra - The largest city on Wolo Riduur - Spouse (mate) Riduurok - a bond of love, marriage

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seaswalllow · 4 years ago

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how about some techno and dream allyship

((ah yes... the server’s god and the blood god walk into a bar...))

((this wound up being a Whole Fic, christ, am i sorry JLKDSHLKJH))

trap

don’t trust him

where’s tommy? trap trap don’t trust him where’s dream what’s he doing-

“chat, shut up,” techno hisses softly. hefts the pickaxe over his shoulder, sharpened edges glittering in the dying sunlight.

all the while, his eyes never leave the bustling boardwalk. ranboo down below look he has a trident? when did he get the trident there’s tubbo besides him-

chat continues to swirl about him, sticking to the shadows; neither they nor techno quite subside, though. staring down at the banners proclaiming today’s festivities, techno thinks that the muted dread congealing in chat’s voices, and the deja vu rearing its head is well deserved.

l’manburg has never been terribly original about its bloodshed.

techno chugs another invisibility potion in a well-practiced motion, and feels the silvery weightlessness settle into his bones. checks for his armor in his inventory, checks his pickaxe and crossbow, and settles back to watch from the roof.

he doesn’t wait for long, as it turns out.

dream dream dream rip his mask off see if it’ll choke him on his blood blood for the blood god he’ll try to use you you should leave you should fight-

the edge of his pickaxe digs into his back. techno takes in a measured breath. watches as punz flickers in the shadows at a distance, watches as dream settles to a stop in front of tubbo, a friendly hand resting on the young president’s shoulder.

it’s too far to hear the fine details of their conversation, and dream’s mask doesn’t lend itself to interpretation. techno watches the way tubbo holds himself, too loose, too friendly- and the way that behind him, fundy and quackity watch dream with something just short of naked anticipation.

dream sees it too, if the way his gestures land too close to the axe strapped across his back are anything to go by.

trap this is a trap nothing good at a festival

tubbo turns, gesturing to the podium. ribbons and banners flutter about; techno sweeps his eye across the open platform. there will be no trapping another president on that ledge.

dream turns with him, but the arc is too wide, and for a moment, techno feels the full weight of dream’s eyes on him, even as the voices explode into a flurry of whispering.

he saw us he knows not safe get out of there

“be quiet, chat. of course he knows we’re here,” techno mutters under his breath. “he sent for us as his glorified security detail.”

with the way that the cabinet watches him like strays circling a villager, there’s reason to it.

techno watches, hawkeyed, as dream follows the trio up to the podium. there’s ranboo, hovering around the edges, gripping onto the notebook like a lifeline. wilbur- ghostbur- isn’t far off, one hand fisted into friend’s blue wool, an unusually somber expression on his face. chat murmurs uneasily, and techno does not look forward to discovering if similar situations will draw out similar poisons within the dead- or if certain things stay dead.

he sweeps his gaze elsewhere, noting the distinct lack of armor yet the uneasy atmosphere. there’s a poster that niki and puffy are hovered in front of, whispering

to his credit, tubbo is good at the facade. years of necessity have worn the mask of pleasantry and politics into him like a second face; he treats dream like an old friend, the faintest hint of tightness around his eyes the only indication of displeasure.

or pain, perhaps.

the first festival was hard to forget, after all, especially for someone who was but a child.

tubbo is turning now, sweeping his arms out wide before snapping them back to his side; too many familiar mannerisms, too many old scars.

techno follows his movements, and pauses.

enchantments have a tell, he’s learned. some stronger than others; a faint heat shimmer, a lingering smell of ozone, a muffled hissing.

there’s a haze lingering above the wooden planks that fundy and quackity are shifting in front of.

what are they planning they going to blow this up are they trying to die they will spill blood we will spill it first

a gentle ping cuts through the rising swell of chittering.

<dream> not yet.

let them make the first move, techno reads between the lines, and he grits his teeth. there’s nothing else to do except to shift to keep them in his direct line of sight, and sweep for any other giveaways. exposed trails of torches, oddly shaped rocks beneath the waves that now fill in the crater-

the soft hiss of redstone fills the air, and techno whips to face tubbo, who has stepped up to the podium.

then he speaks, and techno realizes, oh, sam or fundy definitely had some hand in this as tubbo’s voice echoes above the waves. techno, admittedly, does not hear a good portion of the speech as the voics hiss and swell with indignation.

a celebration of l’manburg’s independence, of l’manburg’s freedom, of shaking off so many chains of blood and tyranny, tubbo calls it. hypocrisy, techno thinks, as his eyes trace the pillar where the anvil used to stand. a shinier, sweeter form of the iron fist hovering above them in threat. softer, perhaps, gilded with noble intentions, but nevertheless a threat.

but first, tubbo says to the audience. but first, before we can truly celebrate our freedom, there is one more chain to be cut.

techno draws in a breath. carefully, carefully eases his hand to his crossbow. dream is stock still; a deer in headlights, chat whispers. a hunter waiting to strike, techno sees.

trap trap they never wanted peace where’s phil where’s tommy trap RUN FIGHT FIGHT-

the planks have been cut away. there is a chest, there are axes glittering in the cabinet’s hands. we’re sorry, dream, fundy says. i’m not, tubbo amends. quackity is no longer blustering. a potion bottle breaks at dream’s feet, and although he does not flinch, draws his axe, techno can smell the sickly sweet rot of poison from here. punz looses a trio of arrows before he leaps forward, gunpowder filling the air as he throws down stack upon stack of dynamite around them, while netherite cracks out a discordant tune against steel, dream meeting fundy, axe for axe.

blood for the blood god, the tides roar around him. his armor glitters as he draws his crossbow. quackity is the first to see him. they savor the fear, the indignancy in his expression.

blood for the blood god, he roars, as he rains fire down.

two in one for the hitlist, he hears quackity shout above the explosions. he thinks he hears dream laugh as the next axe blow shatters wood and steel. who would let you, alex? fundy is nowhere in sight, and there is blood dripping into the waves, blooming above the coral, an axe lying abandoned.

is this the hill you want to die upon, icarus? flying up to meet the sun, only to burn? he slings the crossbow over his back, hoists up his pickaxe to block quackity’s axe. twists, locking one side of the pickaxe’s tips around the axe, and sends it flying into the water, uses the momentum to complete the arc and sink the other tip deep, deep into flesh.

there is fear again, deep, deep in quackity’s eyes. they’ve laughed about his hunts before. quackity isn’t laughing now as he wrenches his shoulder free of sizzling metal.

blood for the bl-

-blade, hold your fire. hold your fire, dream orders, and for a moment, they all balk at the icy tone cutting through the battle’s haze. techno slams a hoof into quackity’s leg, sends him to the ground with the distraction, and hefts the pickaxe as he watches dream.

“i came to act as a security guard, not a negotiator,” he informs the masked god, and dream laughs from where he has an axe levelled to tubbo. chat swells, unsure of who to direct their ire to as the shock subsides. techno ignores them.

“lucky for you, the job description won’t involve too much negotiation. you see- they’re both about to die, aren’t they? they’ve burned up all but one of their lives. if they die, they die here, with nothing to their name but failure. if they accept it, they can hold on to that last life.”

quackity opens his mouth, and techno wiggles the pickaxe on his shoulder ever so slightly.

quackity is quiet. tubbo is shaking, and techno swallows down the bitter feeling that roils on the back of his tongue. he remembers his battles that young, when the bloodlust wasn’t tainting the fear and fury.

“surrender,” dream says. “surrender, or he will put that pick through quackity for a final time, and i will burn this city to the ground and bury you in its ashes.”

silence.

silence, and then tubbo’s axe clatters to the ground. quackity surges up, and techno raises his pickaxe, and dream calls “hold your fire, blade-”

-and techno slams the pickaxe’s hilt into his head. quackity goes down, and stays down, but he stays there at their feet.

dream shakes his head.

“look, it was either that, or stab him. you don’t want that second option, apparently.”

“because they have surrendered,” dream points out. “they’re not a threat.”

“did he look like he was surrendered? dream, did going for my throat look like he had surrendered?”

“please, he could barely get to his feet. no way he’d be able to reach your throat on a normal day, anyways.”

techno snorts. “i think whatever they tossed at you messed with your perspective.”

why is he laughing danger danger kill them all all of them are d a n g e r-

dream is laughing, and it dawns on techno as he watches tubbo’s pale expression that they didn’t understand just how far out of their depth they were, going after a god with a potion and three axes.

then again, he reasons, they stopped seeing how out of their depth they were the first time they raised their axes against him.

“felt a bit like being splashed with expired milk, honestly.”

techno hums, noncommittal. he hoists quackity up onto his shoulder. “you said you had a place for them?”

dream holsters his axe at his side, and draws an arm around tubbo. the posturing leaves the chat hissing, but techno watches, impassive, as dream hums “a very special place, indeed, where they can’t be a danger any longer.”

#miishae #dream smp #quackity #technoblade #dreamwastaken #tubbo #itsfundy #this got SO LONG dear GODS okay enjoy this fucking clusterfuck #but ngl i am happy bc its been a while since ive written and getting back into the groove feels Nice #kit writes

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moonlit-jeno · 5 years ago

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Movie Night (m.)

Pairings: Lucas, Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang x Reader

Genre: SMUT, literally a pwp, fivesome??

Words: 3.2k

Summary: Maybe you don’t hate Lucas as much as you thought.

“I was sitting there.” True, Lucas had been sitting in the spot on the couch you are currently occupying. But then he’d gotten up to get a drink and left the space wide open, so you’re not going to move.

“Key word: was. Past tense. I’m sitting here now.” You smile brightly at him. He scoffs. “Look, there’s a spot on the floor over there.” You point with your foot to the area between the coffee table and the fireplace that clearly doesn’t offer enough room for his long limbs. Maybe it’s mean, but the two of you had never been particularly nice to each other.

He looks to the two boys sitting next to you on the couch with an expression that says can you believe this? Xiaojun merely shrugs while Hendery laughs, pointing to the floor. “She’s right, you know.”

Lucas gives them a hurt look before spinning around and dropping all 6 feet of himself on top of you. You grunt as all the air is knocked out of you, squirming under him. “Lucas, I can’t fucking- breathe, you asshole.” You slap his thigh and he shifts, scooting off your stomach so that he’s more on your thighs.

“Then give me my spot back.” He looks over his shoulder at you and raises his eyebrows. You shake your head. He shrugs and makes himself comfortable on your lap.

Yangyang, who had been dead to the world on the only chair in their living room, springs to life. “Okay, Kun’s taking too long, lets start the movie!” He ignores outraged cry of “I’m making you food, you heathen!” from the kitchen.

Despite how uncomfortable it should be to have Lucas on top of you, it’s strangely pleasant. At least you’re warm enough that you don’t have to argue over sharing the blanket with him. You can’t help but snort while you wonder just how long it’s been since you’ve had physical affection that you’re enjoying cuddling with Lucas. Because for a guy so warm and full of love, it seems that he’d forgotten to leave any space in his heart for you.

Not that you’ve made any room for him, either. He’s loud and annoying on his best days, and beyond infuriating on his worst. You doubt you could beat him in a fight but boy, does he make you want to try. You normally try to limit your aggressive comments for the sake of your friends, but he doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment.

“Stop breathing so loudly.” Lucas snarks, not even bothering to turn around. “It’s literally all I can hear.”

“I’m breathing normally! Maybe you’re just not used to hearing anything over your annoyingly loud mouth!” Yangyang shushes you from across the room and you bite your lip, clenching your jaw.

Slowly, you relax again. Your arms are laying awkwardly at your sides and you lift them up to rest on Lucas’s stomach, waiting for him to yell at you. He doesn’t say anything. Kun comes in at some point to say he’s going out to dinner with friends, pausing to give you and Lucas a strange look. You offer him a shrug,

The movie progresses uneventfully, with the exception of you wanting to strangle Lucas for every loud laugh he lets out. The onscreen jokes aren’t even funny. To be honest, the movies pretty terrible. Like the directors didn’t know what direction they wanted to go, so they just went everywhere. Example: the random sex scene that comes out of nowhere.

There’d been no set up for it, so none of you had time to prepare for it. And for such a terrible movie, the scene’s fucking hot. You feel much too warm and you have to resist the urge to push Lucas off of your lap to get some much needed air. Your palms stay on his stomach because you figure it’s more awkward to change positions than to pretend nothing’s happening. You can feel his breathing get heavier, more rapid, and you unthinkingly start stroking the smooth skin where his shirt had ridden up. You’d meant for it to be soothing, to calm him down a bit, but he jerks on top of you. Okay, maybe your thumb is a little close to his waist band.

His hand grabs your wrist and you expect him to pull your hand away. What you are not prepared for is for him to drag your hand even lower, resting it on top of his hardened cock. He lets go, then. Doesn’t force you to do anything, just lets you know that hey, this is a thing.

You swallow thickly, heart slamming in your chest, stomach jolting as electricity shoots down your spine. Lucas jerks on top of you when you squeeze him accidentally, and he leans back so that it’s your chest to his back, his head next to yours. Shooting a glance at Xiaojun to make sure he isn’t looking, you move your hand up his length. And keep moving it.

“Fuck, you’re big.” You gasp it without thinking, thought it’s quiet enough that only Lucas can hear it. His lips curl upwards but he doesn’t turn to look at you. A good thing, because you don’t want him to see how turned on you are just from palming him over his sweatpants.

You lightly run your hand up and down the length, taking your time, not applying too much pressure. Lucas looks like he’s caught somewhere between heaven and hell, your barely there touch driving him insane. A tight squeeze to his tip has his hips jerking up, a loud whine leaving him. You freeze, but none of the others even look up. Slowly, you resume your motions.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out how he works. He’s most sensitive at the tip, so that’s where you focus your efforts. It’s even better for you because you don’t have to strain your arm to reach. You build up a rhythm, rubbing two fingers around his head, squeezing every time he seems like he’s comfortable. He’s sagging against you at this point, and you can tell that all of his efforts are focused on staying still.

“Are you gonna come soon?” You ask him, pressing a wet kiss to his ear lobe. Lucas doesn’t answer, but you hope it’s a no because you’re having too much fun right now. He just groans softly, reaching for your hand and pulling it under his sweatpants.

The skin on skin contact is so much better. The flesh is hard and hot under your touch, the precum leaking from the tip making the glide easier. You run your hand over his whole length, mapping out his veins as you go, before returning to the head and repeating your motions from earlier.

You’re so turned on at this point that it almost hurts, the throbbing in your core painfully empty. Every rough breath that Lucas takes makes you leak more and more, and your panties are sticking uncomfortably to you. There’s a little dampness on your inner thighs and you’re worried that you’re dripping onto the couch. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t realize how tightly your gripping Lucas until his hand flings around for purchase, gripping onto your forearm tightly. His head is still thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, teeth digging into his lower lip. You have the urge to destroy him.

Miraculously, none of the boys have noticed yet, too enraptured with what’s happening on screen. It’s thrilling, knowing that it would be so easy for them to look over and see what you’re doing. So easy to get caught. It’s not like either of you are being subtle. One look at Lucas’s face and it would be obvious somethings up. Not to mention you have your hand down his pants.

“Mhmm, your cock is so nice.” You kiss up his neck to his ear, pressing a kiss there. “So big, so thick. Would fill me up so nicely, wouldn’t you?” Lucas can’t say anything, knows he would blow it as soon as he opens his mouth. “And I feel so empty right now. I wish I was sitting on your lap instead.”

He shudders, trying so hard to compose himself. You stroke him lightly before giving a harsh squeeze. His thighs shake when you make a fist around him and rub your palm over the tip in quick circles. Lucas is definitely close.

“Such a nice cock, such a shame you don’t know how to use it.” Lucas stiffens at this, eyes opening to glare at you. You just smile, feeling a rush of power. “It just feels too good, doesn’t it? Having such a tight, wet pussy around you?“ You let your tongue drag along the side of his neck and his body thrashes at the image you paint for him. “It just feels too good, yeah? Can’t help but lose control.”

Lucas comes with a loud grunt, his whole body shaking as you stroke him through it. Come shoots up and stains his shirt, spills down over your hand and his sweatpants.

You wipe his come off on his thigh, stroking his stomach to cool him off as he comes down from his high. His breathing is still harsh and ragged and you press a kiss to the side of his neck.

There’s another moan and it takes a moment for you to realize that it didn’t come from Lucas. You glance over to find both Hendery and Xiaojun looking at you. Xiaojun looks very caught, with his legs pulling up to his chest to hide his tent. Hendery doesn’t seem to be as shy, his legs spread wide, boner on full display.

Hendery raises an eyebrow. “Okay, no. You’re not about to judge us for touching our own dick when you’ve just had your hand on Lucas’s dick for the past 30 minutes.”

“Congrats one lasting, by the way! I don’t think I could’ve done it.” Yangyang yells, giving Lucas a thumbs up.

Lucas just laughs. “Well, it wasn’t hard. Y/n sucks at handjobs.” You smack him, offended.

“Hey! I’m great at handjobs, asshole. You were literally a mess on top of me, don’t start.” You shove at Lucas until he’s off of you, though he doesn’t waste time before picking you up and sitting back down, this time with you on his lap.

“Prove it. Lets let the rest of them decide.” Lucas sounds smug, and you hate that tone of voice.

“Fine. Are you guys okay with it?” All three of them nod quickly, Hendery quick to add a “more than.”

You reach for Xiaojun first because he’s the one next to you. He bites his lip, letting his legs fall open for you. His eyelids flutter shut at the first touch of your hand over his pants and you smile to yourself. It’s cute.

“Are you really this hard from watching me jack of Xuxi?” Xiaojun groans, shaking his head, though his hips buck up when you slip your hand under his boxers.

“Oh come on, don’t lie. You were moaning and you weren’t even the one being touched.” Hendery points out, yelping when Xiaojun smacks him.

Xiaojun moans, soft and breathy, when you reach down to play with his balls. “Fine, yes, I- oh fuck, do that again. It’s just- you have nice hands.” He pants out, one hand reaching out to grip something. He ends up holding onto Hendery’s shoulder.

“Wow, Xiaojun, gonna come already?” Yangyang laughs, turned around in the chair to face you. Xiaojun doesn’t even bother to respond verbally, throwing up a weak middle finger instead.

You motion the youngest over. “Yangyang, you’re so far away. Come join the fun.” He takes a second to fix his boner situation before moving closer, settling on the arm rest next to Hendery.

Lucas is quiet for once, and it’s such a pleasant change that it doesn’t register that he’s being too quiet. Xiaojun is a moaning mess under your touch, and you’re so focused on making him feel good that you nearly vault yourself off of Lucas’s lap when he moves his hand to your pussy. He wastes no time slipping his hand under your loose shorts, rubbing you over the fabric of your panties. The pleasure it brings you has you moaning, hips rutting into his touch. A whine leaves you when he pulls his hand away, and it’s a smug look from him that snaps you out of your lustful haze.

“Baby wants my fingers that badly, huh?” Lucas sounds so cocky and it pisses you off, because yes, you do want his fingers that badly. They’re long and thick and you’ve been on edge for so long, all you want is to get off. You don’t respond, shifting all your attention to XIaojun, jerking him off pointedly. He cries out, slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as he comes, white spilling over your hand and his clothes. “Aww, don’t ignore me. I can feel how wet you are, baby.” “I don’t want your fingers, Lucas. I’ve been horny for like an hour- I would take anything at this point.” You let your eyes trail over his face. “You’re not special.” You wipe your cum-filled hand on his thigh, rolling your eyes at him.

“Fine, you could take anything? Ride my thigh, then.” He raises his eyebrows as if to say go on.

“I- what? I’m not going to do that.” You want to- God do you want to, but he’s so infuriating and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He flexes his thigh muscles, lifting his leg to press it into your core. “Come on, y/n. I know you want to.” You look over at the other three boys- XIaojun looks like he’s half asleep, though he has Yangyang on his lap and is holding on to him tightly. Hendery is sitting next to you, palming himself leisurely.

“Or I could eat you out.” Yangyang offers, head cocked to the side. “Doesn’t my tongue sound so much nicer than Lucas’s thigh? He hasn’t washed his pants in like a month.” “Yes I have!” Lucas shouts, too loud directly next to your ear. You flinch at the volume. They look ready to argue the topic further, but you interrupt them.

“Yangyang, c’mere.” He shoots Lucas a smug look, prying himself out of Xiaojun’s arms to sit on the carpet in front of your spread legs. Xiaojun whines and wraps himself around Hendery. “Let’s see you put that tongue to good use.”

Yangyang smiles at you, dropping a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling down your shorts. A gentle kiss is pressed to your clothed core before your panties are gone, too, and then it’s just Yangyang’s mouth on your bare pussy. He parts your folds with his thumbs, tongue delivering a broad lick up your slit. You whimper, shifting on Lucas’s lap.

“You taste good.” Yangyang says, pulling back to admire your pussy. “So wet, too. I bet you’re dying for some relief right now.” You’re not one to beg but you’re getting close to it. The frustration that comes with being on edge for so long has you close to tears, You nod slowly.

Yangyang doesn’t waste another second before diving in, eating you out like it’s his sole purpose in life. His tongue fucks in and out of your hole quickly, before moving up to flick at your clit. You can’t help but to moan loudly, squirming and bucking up into his mouth. Lucas wraps his arm around your waist to keep you still.

A soft groan reminds you of Hendery’s presence and you reach your hand out to grasp his cock. He lets you take over for him easily, sagging against the couch as you start up a quick rhythm. There’s none of the teasing you’d given the others- you’re much to scattered to do something like that.

“Oh fuck, just- just like that.” Yangyang hooks your legs over his shoulder and you use your ankles to pull him in closer. “Don’t stop.” He mumbles something into your core and the vibrations have you moaning.

Loud moans leave you, your arousal only fueled when you think about just how filthy this whole situation is. You’re jerking off your friend while being eaten out by your other friend, all while sitting on the lap of your enemy who you’d jerked off earlier. Oh yeah, and all while your other friend is passed out because you’d also jerked him off. You whimper and clench around air.

Lucas pulls your face towards him, attaching your lips with no warning. You let yourself melt into him, moaning as he licks past your lips, plays with your tongue. He sucks on the muscle and you feel yourself gush, melting against him. You chase his mouth when he pulls away, feeling absolutely shameless at this point. Lucas just laughs and attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin. You throw your head back against his shoulder and give into the dizzy pleasure that’s trying to consume you.

Hendery places his hand on top of yours and fucks up into your grip, his groans growing in volume until he comes with your name on his lips. He lets go of your hand, tilting your face towards him before sliding his fingers past your lips. You suck on them mindlessly, moaning at the saltiness of his come.

Yangyang does something fantastic with his tongue and you come like that, Hendery’s fingers in your mouth, Lucas’s lips on your neck, and Yangyang tongue deep in your pussy. It’s the ultimate bliss, and you let yourself float off to the stars as they work you through it with gentle touches. Xiaojun mumbles about how gorgeous you look, his eyes half open from exhaustion and lust.

Soft moans leave you as Lucas continues to mark up your neck, Yangyang looking up at you from between your legs as he runs his palms up and down your thighs.

You reach your hands out for him. “Come on, let me return the favor.”

Yangyang just shakes his head, laughing. “I’m okay.”

You furrow your eyebrows, about to ask why, when Hendery lets out a bark of laughter. “Wow, Yangyang, I can’t believe you came in your pants. What are you, fifteen?” They start arguing, poor Yangyang hiding his face in your thigh. You stroke his hair, letting your eyelids flutter shut as Lucas shuffles around, somehow cuddling you more aggressively. You pull Yangyang up onto the couch, and him and Hendery end their argument by cuddling. Yangyang’s half on top of you half on top of Hendery, Xiaojun’s still attached to Hendery’s back. It’s so utterly comfortable that you fall asleep without much thought.

(You’re waken up by Kun’s loud screaming when he comes back from dinner. He’s traumatized.)

#nct smut #wayv smut #lucas smut #yukhei smut #yangyang smut #hendery smut #xiaojun smut #guanhang smut #i had a dream about this #and almost cried #also i never write his name as lucas this feels weitd

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beewolfwrites · 4 years ago

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An Iron Box - The Eternal Rocks

Apologies for the late update! My life has become a little hectic, so I haven’t been on Tumblr or AO3 as much. Hopefully I can make it up with new scenes that weren’t in AWIAF :)

If you’re still following this fic, thank you for reading. It means the world <3

The AO3 link is here if you prefer reading it on there.

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I had stumbled across the copy of Wuthering Heights shortly after becoming an executive member. When I first moved into my room, it was tucked away in a drawer, and judging by the curled pages coated with dust, it had been there a while. I’d never cared enough to discard it, nor had I cared enough to read it. Until now.

The noon sunshine filtered through the windows as I sat on my bed, legs stretched out and book in hand. So far, it was a trivial mess – a ditsy story of childhood friends turned teenage lovers. Of course, this was the kind of book she would read. And if she really did have a Masters degree in literature, chances are she had already read it.

Yesterday, when I was called to the meeting room, I had an inkling as to what the fuss was about. And sure enough, there she was, dragged in like a stray by Niragi of all people. What terrible luck.

Well, for her at least.

Things had panned out just as I expected. If only she had come with me when I’d asked, she wouldn’t have had to deal with Aguni’s militants. They had given me the whole rundown of her Eight of Hearts game... how she’d solved it a little too late... how she’d accidentally set herself up by mentioning my name.

And now, I finally knew her name.

After showing her to her new room yesterday, I’d rolled it over on my tongue, memorising the foreign feel of it, the way the vowels stretched and consonants collided. It suited her, in a way. However, it seemed it would be a while before I could call her by it. According to the grapevine, she had disappeared into her room and hadn’t been seen since.

This morning, when I went downstairs to get breakfast, my eyes had instinctively scanned the crowded room, hoping to catch a familiar doe-eyed stare. But she was nowhere to be found.

‘Who are you looking for?’

Kuina had appeared beside me, balancing a bowl of cereal in one hand.

‘Nobody,’ I told her.

She wagged her finger, and through a mouthful of cereal, insisted, ‘don’t even think about lying to me. I can read you pretty well by now.’

I tried to ignore her noisy chewing. ‘I met a girl in a game.’

Kuina had wiggled her eyebrows at this, and something inside me instantly turned cold. If she thought I was involved in a petty romance then she could think again. I had no interest, and besides, this was hardly the place.

‘I believe we can use her in the plan. Niragi brought her in after a game yesterday.’

‘And there I was thinking you actually had a heart, hm?’ Kuina paused, her spoon dangling between her fingers. ‘I did hear there was a new girl, but nobody’s spoken to her yet. Do you want me to try and talk to her?’

I had mulled it over, but there was no point in rushing things. There was every chance she would emerge in her own time. It was like tempting a frightened animal out of its den and straight into a snare.

‘Not just yet,’ I said. ‘Let her feel hungry.’

‘You think she’ll come down for lunch?’

I smiled. ‘Probably not. But she’ll be hungry enough that when you do pay her a visit, she’ll want to trust you.’ Surveying the busy room, I added. ‘Keep an eye on the rumours. If she doesn’t come down in a few hours, bring her some food.’

‘Why me?’ Kuina scowled. ‘Why can’t you do it?’

Surely the reason was obvious. ‘She’s here because of me. I’m the last person she wants to speak to.’

Kuina had looked uncertain. But she couldn’t argue against it; we both knew I was right.

Now, several hours later, the sun was sinking and Kuina was probably about to pay (name) a visit. But I would leave that up to her. If Kuina befriended her, she would be much more willing to join our plan. Stretching my legs, I focused on the page in front of me.

‘It’s about life and finding meaning and purpose in everything.’

Her words from the pharmacy. Even now, they still rang clearly, haunting every recess of my mind. I didn’t care about finding meaning in life. I didn’t care at all. But I was curious about her obsession with fiction and poetry. What was it that drew her to books?

What meaning does she see that I can’t?

My eyes landed on the words before me.

“My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.”

How could love be necessary? It wasn’t food or water. It couldn’t be quantified, had little value in life, and if anything, it was a weakness in the games. I had never once needed it myself, and here I was, still alive and breathing. The whole story was trivial, melodramatic and utterly pointless. And yet, my gaze was drawn to the next line and the next.

I suppose I could read it, even if only to ease this perpetual boredom.

“He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being—”

A bang rattled the windows as the door to my room flew open. Kuina was standing breathlessly in the doorway, that fake cigarette of hers clenched between her teeth.

‘You,’ she said, inviting herself in and moving towards the chest of drawers. ‘I need to borrow one of your hoodies.’

I flipped over to the next page. ‘Why?’

She yanked open each drawer one by one, plundering through the contents before slamming them shut. ‘I need a spare hoodie for (name). Or, you know, anything that’s not a string bikini.’

‘I see, so that’s why she was hiding.’ I smiled, eyes drifting over the page of my book. ‘What a stupid reason.’

Kuina glowered and jabbed a finger at me. ‘Oi, just because you’re too confident for your own good it doesn’t mean everyone else is. Tell me where your hoodies are now.’

I nodded at the cupboard. ‘The grey one on the left-hand side.’

She opened it up and pulled out the grey hoodie. Out of the three I owned this was the smallest. It was also the newest, having never been soiled by blood in a game before. ‘Are you sure?’

I shrugged and turned back to my book. ‘She can keep it.’

It may be useful to create a debt.

I expected Kuina to simply take the hoodie and leave me to read in peace. But she didn’t. She clenched the fabric in her fists, staring at it. Her jaw tightened around her plastic cigarette.

‘Chishiya, she’s nice. She’s really nice.’

‘Everyone’s nice until you pit them against each other.’

She grimaced, fingers gripping the hoodie. ‘I don’t think... she’s not like that. What did you have planned with her anyway?’

‘We need someone to find the safe where the cards are kept. A guinea pig, so to speak. I’m going to set her up and we’ll take advantage of the distraction.’

Kuina looked uncomfortable with the idea. ‘I’m just not sure about this.’

Sighing, I gave up trying to read and snapped the book shut. ‘If you’re not sure, then drop out. I’ll leave with the cards and you can stay right here.’

Of course, Kuina was smart enough to know what the Beach would descend into once it became apparent that the cards were missing. And if I went missing along with them, she would be the first person they’d turn to. Judging by the look on her face, she seemed to be thinking the same thing.

‘Fine,’ she agreed at last. ‘But of all the people to choose, she really doesn’t deserve this.’

I smiled, thinking back to Niragi’s overdramatic retelling of their game. Apparently, it was a game of laser tag with handguns. She had shot a teenage girl in the chest and emerged without a scratch.

‘Perhaps you’ll think differently if you see her in a Hearts game,’ I said. ‘It’s human nature to be selfish.’

It’s human nature to kill in order to survive.

With a small hiss of disapproval, Kuina trailed out of the room and left me alone, taking the grey hoodie with her.

Finally.

Picking up the book once more, I scanned over the words on the page. The entire plot made no sense. Cathy’s choice was obvious right from the beginning – Linton offered protection and financial security. It was everything she needed to live comfortably, so what was the issue? Why would a person be so caught up just because of a childhood sweetheart? Heathcliff was equally as ridiculous, running away like a brat just because she said a few words behind his back. This was a book for naïve idiots.

No wonder she likes it.

And yet, I read and read until the sun slunk behind the skyline, the darkness creeping in slowly through the curtains until it became too dark to read. I could have easily turned on the bedside lamp and continued, but perhaps it was time to see how things were going with Kuina and (name).

The sooner they were friends, the easier this would become.

Getting up, I left my room and headed downstairs. It was right before the games began – the time when the Beach was at its most lively, and everyone was busy living in the moment just in case these turned out to be their final moments.

I passed by a couple furiously groping one another behind a pillar.

People are all the same.

Stepping outside onto the patio, I scanned the throngs of drunken idiots stumbling around in a haze of skin, sex and drugs. And then I caught a glimpse of that familiar face, standing by the bar and dressed in my hoodie. A man was beside her.

And you are just like them.

For a moment, I simply watched on as the man – one of Niragi’s troupe – tried to make conversation with her. Considering the sheer volume of the music and her self-taught Japanese, I wondered if she understood him. Taking her drink from the bartender, she smiled and said something undecipherable before taking a step away.

Bad move. A gun glinted, pressing into her side.

Oh?

The look on her face told me everything. She wasn’t flirting with him after all. And now it was all too clear what this man wanted from her.

Such an unpleasant welcome.

Perhaps I should have just left her to it, since this was the true face of the Beach, the drop of cold hard reality hidden behind the façade of a utopia. Perhaps I should have her deal with the situation on her own, for better or worse. But how could I? This was a perfect opportunity to regain her trust.

I sidled up to the bar, glancing between the half-drunken idiot and (name), who was standing there wavering like a ghost. Her expression was detached yet poised, like a rabbit on the verge of fleeing. But she couldn’t – not with the hand wrapped around her wrist and the pistol set just below her ribs.

‘What’s this?’ I leaned against the countertop. ‘I see you’ve met our newest member.’

(Name) blinked, only just noticing my presence. I glanced down at the pistol, the barrel half-hidden in the fabric of her hoodie. My hoodie.

‘You should probably put that thing away. Hatter won’t be too happy if you start messing with her. He’s got high expectations of her.’

The militant only pushed the gun further into her torso, standing up straighter in a useless attempt at intimidating me. ‘You know, Chishiya, I’m pretty sick of you interfering all the time. You should stay out of militant business.’

I almost smiled. This man wasn’t even an executive member. ‘Militant business,’ I said slowly. ‘It’s fascinating what you guys do. You take out the trash and dish out the sentence, but you never check the evidence.’

He bristled, his finger tightening over the trigger. ‘What the hell are you talking about? Just shut up and stay out of this.’

Typical. Do I have to spell things out to everyone?

‘What I’m saying,’ I replied, ‘is that you never bother checking to see if the ‘traitors’ are actually traitors. It’s surprisingly easy to slip a few cards into someone else’s room.’

I met his gaze pointedly, watching as he finally started to come to an understanding. He squeezed (name’s) wrist until her fingers blotched white and purple, before finally letting go.

Pushing his face close to mine, he whispered a slurred mess that sounded a lot like ‘threaten me again and I’ll end you’, before striding off into the crowd. It wasn’t much of a threat, coming from someone who couldn’t quite walk in a straight line. But no matter, I wasn’t here for him.

I was vaguely aware of (name) watching me as I turned back to the bar. The bartender was wiping glasses, unbothered by what had just happened. He saw worse every day.

‘お水をください,’ I said. Water, please.

A glass was placed in front of me, and I calmly sipped my water, waiting patiently for the inevitable. About now, she was probably itching to thank me, but wondering how best to do it. An over-thinker, that’s what she was.

When she finally spoke, it was so quiet I could have easily missed it, if only I hadn’t been expecting it. ‘Thanks... I’m guessing stuff like that’s pretty common around here.’

You catch on fast.

‘Well, there are only three rules,’ I said, assessing the grey hoodie. It had been slightly too small on me but was oversized on her. ‘Right now, you’re not allowed to go roaming the city alone because you’re still new, and that makes you a liability. But the next time you’re in a game, you’ll be paired with one of the executives, or someone else with a high rank. If you ask, they’ll go with you to find new clothes.’

She looked mildly surprised. Had Kuina not mentioned that it was mine? If so, I wonder how she would react once she found out. Perhaps this was a tidbit of information I should keep to myself for now.

Speaking of Kuina, I could see her now, watching me nervously through the crowds from a recliner on the other side of the patio.

‘Of all the people to choose, she really doesn’t deserve this.’

Perhaps not. But that’s what made her perfect for the job.

#alice in borderland #aib #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x oc #chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland

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tuancore · 4 years ago

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Purple Hearts || { Part 5 } :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU.

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I'm won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

Yugyeom didn't come home last night which was actually good, had he been home things could've gone to South, you were beyond vulnerable the previous night and if Yugyeom was to walk in on you then there was a huge possibility of you telling him the entire thing.

You couldn't actually concentrate in your job as the events of yesterday started to play in your brain on loop like some broken record.

"What do I do?", You stared at your laptop blankly lost in your own wandering thoughts.

The call of your name along with a loud clap made you flinch, "Is something bothering you?".

You shook your head slightly with a small smile before getting back to your typing, "I'm fine Youngjae".

"Well....", He trailed off pulling a chair in front of you and sitting, "It doesn't look like you're fine at all....your face is full of.... exhaustion".

He booped your nose, giving you that million dollar laugh which automatically made you giggle.

"See that's the girl I know", He declared pointing his index finger at your lips, "The cutest". The smile not leaving his face even for a second.

Your lips now pressed into a thin line as you stared into his eyes, he seemed to notice the little transition in your facial expressions, "Okay, For real now....where your mind is?".

"What—".

"You're clearly stressed about something, mind telling me what has gotten you this upset?", He asked warmly with genuine concern written all over his face.

"Nothing special, I'm all good", You cleared your throat eyeing the sheets on your desk preventing any sort of eye contact with him. He hummed at your reply, "Then re-typing a draft which was finalized two months ago...is a time pass?".

Frowning at his words you shut your laptop with your head resting on top of it, groaning at your foolishness, "I messed up, I had to type the draft of Mrs. Francis's contract and now I'll have to do it all over again", you sighed heavily.

Youngjae laughed at your little fit, walking over to stand beside you, he crouched down on his knees slowly turning your chair so that you could face him.

"I know I look stupid", You pouted with your entire face now covered with your locks which only made Youngjae smile wider, "I don't think so", he said tucking your locks behind your ears.

"Youngjae...", You mumbled sending him those indescribable looks. He furrowed his eyebrows trying to figure out and that's when it clicked him, shaking his head vigorously he yelled, "No! I won't".

"Mmm....you can't turn me down so mercilessly!", You whined hitting his arm continuously, "Ouch Ouch!....I have so many files to go through and you want me to type that draft after analysing the whole case?", He asked in disbelief.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything you ask me to do", You tried again which made him smirk in return, "Anything...".

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"You've been sulking the whole morning Jinyoung? What's with that face ?", Mrs. Park asked handing Jinyoung his vanilla latte.

Jackson tried to stifle his laughter but failed to do so and started squealing like some college girl, "Aunt that's the interesting part, I thought he would tell you but since his ego is at stake I'll spill on his behalf".

Jinyoung shot him an annoyed glare, but it only made the things two times funnier for Jackson, "So yesterday at your store, instead of sitting in the cabin..Jinyoungie felt like strolling around the store.... briefly looking at the product on the display—".

"Get to the point Jackson...I want to know the reason why my kid is pulling that frown so gracefully", Mrs. Park asked him casually pulling on Jinyoung's cheeks.

"Okay okay...so when he stood near the shelves. Some lady approached him and asked for him about some of the products which he knew nothing about which created a huge fuss in the store", Jackson stated nonchalantly, "And I don't know why he's frowning over such a small thing?".

"I'll throw this over your head!", Jinyoung threatened gesturing towards the drink in his hand.

"That's it?", She asked eyeing Jinyoung.

"No! That lady approached me thinking of me as some salesman! I tried telling her that I'm not one of them but she started to throw tantrums saying that I'm not suitable for the job etcetera....and that I must be fired for mistreating her—.....Gosh! I ain't going there anymore. She was literally hard headed, she didn't even want to hear me or the staffs out", Jinyoung shook his head with an exasperated sigh, "That lady's voice is still ringing in my ear. I mean just look at this handsome face, from which angle do I look like some salesperson?"

"Ouch....that must've hurt you real bad", Mrs. Park teased him followed by a high five from Jackson.

"Eomma! You too!" Jinyoung whined picking up his blazer dashing out of the house in annoyance, "See you later aunt... Jinyoung! Wait!", Jackson greeted before running after his friend.

"Where are you going?", Jackson asked catching up to Jinyoung.

"Nowhere", Jinyoung shrugged off slipping into the driver's seat, "I swear if you're sour about a little joke then that's not reasonab—".

"It's not about that Jack, I have somewhere to go. Go home, I'll see you afterwards...hmm..", Jinyoung cut him with a wide smile.

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Glancing at the clock you heard your stomach grumble, sighing loudly you slammed the file on the glass table in front of you, "Youngjae-ah! It's almost break time let's just grab something to stuff our mouths with!".

"Just....a....minute", He said not sparing you a single look still busy with typing out the said draft, "I'm almost done....".

"You can't finish it that quick! I'm not even done examining the first file", You spoke pacing back and forth in Youngjae's cabin, "You started it like what...let me check, twenty-five minutes ago, Not poss—".

"Done!", Youngjae shouted with a victorious grin cracking his finger bubbles.

"Are you kidding me!", You strode towards him, checking for yourself if he was saying the truth, "Woah! Woah there! I wasn't expecting that but—Okay....How did you..". You were not only shocked to see his pace but also grateful that he saved you from going through a detailed lecture from your boss.

"You literally saved my ass from catching fire!" You clapped your hands.

"Eww...Nasty", He joked swinging his arms around your shoulder, "Come on let's get something to feed you".

You took the elevator to the cafeteria but Youngjae didn't seem to share the same thought as that of yours, as you were about to step out of it he grabbed your wrist pulling you back inside.

"What are you doing?", You asked as the doors closed shut when he pressed the button to the ground floor.

"We're not going to eat in the cafeteria today", He smiled warmly too lost to comprehend his thoughts to notice your hand still in his, "Remember you promised me that you'd do anything I ask you to?".

You nodded maintaining the eyee contact with him, "So I thought of taking you to Burger King". At the very mention of the name made you mouth water, it has been days since you had your last junk food.

The shimmer in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Youngjae as your lips curved upwards into an excited smile.

That's the smile I've been missing on for weeks, he thought.

"Happy fill?", Youngjae asked as you wiped your mouth with the tissue, "Thanks Jae....the food was lit, hope you keep bringing me to my favourite places".

"Will do that, can't miss the beast consuming everything at once", He laughed trying to piss you off which indeed happened, exiting the place you stuck out your tongue at him running towards your office.

But he ran up to you pulling you towards him by your arms, your hands instictively flying around his shoulders, "You can't leave me like that", he whispered. You stared into his eyes trying to search for something which could explain the things he has been doing.

Jinyoung drove to your office with a bright smile, he was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to tell you how much he missed you in these past weeks. Getting out of his car, he stood glued to the ground watching the scenario in front of him.

There you were standing in front of your office's entrance wrapped in the arms of some other man, not only was the man holding onto your waist but seeing your arms around his shoulders while you both stared into each other's eyes, had something snapping inside of Jinyoung, his gaze darkened the longer he continued to stare at you and Youngjae, involuntarily he clenched his fists turning his knuckles white.

Part 4 | Masterlist |

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[A/N :- Hey there lovelies! I hope you enjoy reading this part, I've been writing this for a month now after erasing the chapter again and again, and finally settled for this one! And once again thank you for reading!]

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a-pirate-my-hearties · 4 years ago

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Hurts too good (Tavington x female reader smut)

So I told you I was planning a smutty little one-shot about our gorgeous Colonel Tavington? Here it is, I’m not sure if it’s what most of you expected, but this fantasy has been living in my head rent free for the past couple of days, so this is what you get, enjoy ;)

Also Tavington is a sadist, yes, and he’s a bit of a sadist in this too, but he knows what consent is ;)

The theme song of the fic is Hurts too good by Ruelle (hence the title, it was just, well, TOO GOOD not to use ;) )

Warnings: Smut, angry sex/make-up sex? who knows, swearing, mild violence, BDSM themes, D/s, spanking/whipping, knife play

Y/n was finally able to rest with a book on her chaise longue. That last mission cost her quite a lot of stress and determination and the men she was working with were not cooperating later on. She let out a sigh of frustration. Being a woman could be such an inconvinience at times. At least to them, it seemed.

It wasn’t long until Colonel Tavington stormed into her room without knocking, riding crop still in his hand. He was obviously furious about something. Y/n got up instantly, eyebrows furrowed at the rude interruption.

‘Colonel! What is this?’

Tavington scoffed. ‘I thought I have made myself rather clear when I told you not to meddle with my affairs!’

Y/n’s jaw dropped. ‘But what are you talking about? I did exactly what you’ve asked of me!’

Tavington approached her slowly, like a predator would approach his pray. ‘No, you did not, and you know it.’ His gaze was steel, just like was his voice.

Y/n threw her hands in the air and then put them on her hips, disgust written all over her face. Tavington was a great leader but she despised him. ‘Well, am I not to make any independent decissions in mission then? You know very well that...’

Tavington cut the distance between them short and suddenly she was pinned to the wall by his firm frame, his fist slammed into the wall inches from her face.

‘You are to obey my orders without a question, you foolish wench.’

Y/n gasped. That was enough. She looked him straight in the eye. ‘You know what, Tavington? Fuck you. You know very well that without my information you would be nowhere near where you are now in mission. You know it very well.’ - she almost spat the last words like an insult.

And then slapped him.

Tavington gasped. He touched his face and his eyes glinted dangerously for a moment. He quickly clasped both her wrists into his hand, the other one went into her hair, tugging forcefully to make Y/n look into his eyes.

‘You insolent, little...’

Y/n whimpered, her body was obviously betraying her. She felt heat building up in her core. Tavington’s eyes were unbereably blue, now darkening with desire, a delicious, sardonic smirk forming on his lips. His closeness was almost painful, and she could feel his hardness already growing. Their eyes met and then...

‘I see you like to play rough.’

Suddenly Tavington’s warm mouth was on hers, kissing her violently, passionately, and she responded with equal fervor. He maneuvered them towards her bed, pushing her down and not just undressing her, but tearing her dress down and trying to undress himself, Y/n trying to help (damn all those buttons!), it was all a mess but finally they succeeded – and then his lips and hands were all over her, on her neck, her exposed breasts, devouring her hungrily. Y/n was dazed and breathless, but trying to pull him even closer to her, she needed him inside her so badly.

‘Tavington, for God’s sake, please – ‘

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her. People begged him for life all the time, he was used to it. But this – this was his favourite kind of begging.

‘Please what?’ – he wasn’t going to make it easy for Y/n.

‘Oh just fuck me, you bastard, will you?’

He simply chuckled and looked at her with fire in his eyes before entering her in one swift movement. Both let out sounds of relief and pleasure, and soon Tavington picked up a rough and quick pace, holding onto Y/n’s thigh so hard she was sure she’ll bruise later but she didn’t care. She dug her nails into his firm back, putting her legs around his hips, moaning loudly. Y/n was starting to feel her pleasure building up with each hard thrust, but then suddenly he started slowing down and she let out a moan of dissapoitment, quite involuntarily.

Y/n felt Tavington’s hot breath in her ear when he whispered: ‘Don’t think I’m already done with you. On all fours, now. And wait for me.’, then he bit her earlobe and pulled out of her.

Y/n was waiting, all aroused and excited. It was only a moment before he came back, finding in his scattered belongings what he was looking for. She did as he ordered, so she was back to him and couldn’t see what was his plan.

She felt his rough fingers caressing her back and she arched under his touch.

‘Beautiful’, he murmured, his voice coarse with desire. Then she felt something other, something thin and leathery with a wider flat end, being moved down from her right shoulder blade and towards her buttocks. She recognized his riding crop. And then yet something else, cold hard metal, that made her shiver. A dagger. Tavington pulled her closer for a moment and said:

‘All I need from you now is one simple word.’

There was a moment of silence. Y/n should probably be afraid but she wasn’t, her judgement was clouded by desire. Tavington wasn’t going to hurt her, at least not like that. So she gave him a shaky, barely audible ‘Yes.’

‘Good.’

He pushed her down to her previous position, enjoying the view in front of him. She was beautiful when she was feisty and she was gorgeous obeying him like that. Tavington caressed her buttock softly before giving it a rather harsh whip with his crop. Y/n cried out and it was music to his ears. He gave her another whip and another before caressing the spot that was already bright red. Y/n’s breathing was heavy and her legs felt weak. She was soaking wet and awaiting impatiently for Tavington to fill her again. But this, oh, this – she wanted more.

Y/n felt his soft caress on her left buttock before he gave it the same treatment as the right one. The mixture of sounds – the riding crop against Y/n’s flesh and her moans – were enough to make Tavington crazy and he was inside her again that very moment. He entered her with a low grunt, his moves slow, deep and sensual this time, one of his hands caressing her breasts.

Y/n took him all in with a loud moan. He felt so good deep inside her she never wanted him to leave. But she wanted more of this sweet torture. She wanted him to hurt her, she realised.

‘Tavington – ‘

‘Yes?’

‘I want more. I want you to hurt me. Crop, dagger, I don’t care.’

‘Oh you don’t want me to hurt you, believe me.’

‘You know what I mean.’

‘Of course I know, my sweet hussy.’

Y/n whimpered when she heard him and felt him kiss her back, as he picked up the dagger while still inside her. She braced herself for the cold touch of metal on her body. Then she felt a sharp sensation between her shoulder blades which made her arch her back and shudder. Tavington stopped moving, still inside her, focusing on teasing and scratching her sensitive skin with the blade. It was enough to made the skin red but not enough to draw blood. He was experienced. He knew.

Soon whole her back was red from the scratches and Tavington decided it was enough. He moved his attention to her clit, circling it with his dexterous fingers and by Y/n’s moans he knew she was close. He smiled, caressing her scratched back and ordered her to lay down and face him.

She flinched a bit when she did, but her eyes were dark from desire as she was close to coming and that mixture of pain and rapture was what Tavington needed to see right now.

He entered her once more and his fingers focused again on her clit, more intensely this time, his eyes never leaving hers, her nails digging into his shoulder.

Parted lips.

Flushed cheeks.

Piercing blue eyes.

‘Oh – Oh, oh my god, William!’ – she came with a cry, clenching around him and that familiarity of his own name on her lips surprised him so, and it was so intoxicating he came right after, spilling deep inside her.

Breathing heavily, Tavington stayed in Y/n just for a moment longer before pulling out and rolling over beside her. They were as surprised as they were exhausted. Y/n looked at Tavington, a sculpture of a man, hair all disheveled out of his usual neat queue, sweat glistening on his broad torso, and thought him very beautiful in this state. When Tavington looked at Y/n, he thought she was exquisite. And when Y/n moved a lock of stray hair away from Tavington’s forehead and met his softer than usual glance, she though that maybe she doesn’t despise him that much.

@wisp-of-a-spook @foggynemo @xbowe87x @resplendentgoldenwings @bela-leerox @rosesandglitter @thebeautyofdisorder @jason-isaacs-fans @woman-with-no-name (I hope it’s ok I tagged you guys, please tell me if it’s not!!!)

If anyone else wants to get tagged in any future fics of mine related to Jason Isaacs’ characters - feel free to hit me up ;)

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Without You [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Summary – Maxwell Lord had been shutting you out and pushing you away. You felt unwanted and unloved. It was only a matter of time before you snapped and confronted him.

Pairing – Gender neutral reader x Maxwell Lord (No Y/N)

Warnings – angst, a lot of arguing, alcohol consumption

Word count – 1.7k

A/N: Two Max fics in one day! Hope you enjoy x

The anger resided deep within you, burning a hole in your heart. You just got home and threw your keys on the breakfast bar of the penthouse apartment kitchen. Maxwell followed you, slamming the front door behind him. “Please for the love of God will you say something,” Max said, becoming increasingly frustrated. You scoffed and walked around the breakfast bar in messy circles after being silent the entire journey home. You tried collecting your feelings and regulating your breathing but you just couldn’t; especially not with him standing right there. He said your name and your face snapped up at him as you clenched your fists.

“Who is she?” You asked, your voice shaky as you furiously blinked away the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Max froze. “Who is she Maxwell?!” You repeated, raising your voice this time. He sighed angrily, huffing as you bit your lip anxiously and continued to pace around.

“She is my new assistant,” Max told you, his voice as calm as could be. “I told you sweetheart, Angela retired last week. Barbara is my new assistant.”

“Is this why you’ve been working late every night this week? Even heading to the office on a weekend? You know that’s meant to be our time together. And you won’t even let me come visit you like I used to.” You cried out.

“I’ve been busy with Germany’s conference arrangements! You know this!”

“Because you always put your work first,” you hissed back at him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. It was true, especially as of recently. When you first started dating Maxwell, he had warned you that his work was his life – and you expected no less from one of the most respected CEO’s in the world. But this relationship was starting to feel one-sided and you were getting fed up, especially when he began to shut you out. “I’m asleep by the time you come home Max, and when I wake up, you’re gone again. I can’t keep doing this.”

“What has gotten into you?” He shouted at you, his tone making you flinch. “All of a sudden you have trust issues with me?”

“You shut me out!” You yelled back. “You don’t tell me anything anymore. You never tell me about your day at work and when I ask you just grumble or say nothing. I feel lost. What is a relationship without communication? And now this ‘Barbara’ girl…” you shook your head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you mention her to me?”

“I didn’t think it was important!”

“Right because you don’t talk to me about anything anymore,” you held your head in your hands as tears dripped on your fingers. You turned away from him, sniffed, and wiped your face before turning back to him. Maxwell’s heart fell in his chest when he took in your sore red eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t find any words. “Your last assistant was 65, Max. She’s, what, 20?”

“30.” Max sighed, running his fingers through his dark blonde hair.

“She’s beautiful Max,” you told him as you recalled seeing her wearing that tight, black lacy dress that looked far too expensive for just an assistant to afford. You refused to let your mind wander. There’s no way Maxwell would’ve bought her that number.

“She is beautiful,” Max reiterated. “But she’s not you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You spat.

“I’m sorry,” Max was practically pleading for forgiveness at this point. “You know I’m not good at words.”

“Bullshit!” You couldn’t believe his audacity. “You are a businessman Maxwell! You literally do commercials for the whole country to see. Hell, you even get invited to the White House to do broadcasted speeches for the President! And you’re telling me ‘I’m not good at words’,” You imitated his voice and he looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

“I mean… talking about my feelings,” his voice was barely above a whisper and you took in his pained expression. Maybe you had taken this too far. But the fact he had been keeping things from you and putting his job before his relationship infuriated you so much.

“Max, I’m leaving,” you announced after deciding this conversation was nothing but counter-productive.

“No no no,” he said, following you to the door. He grabbed your hand but you ripped it away.

“Don’t come looking for me.” You warned before leaving his millionaire penthouse.

It was like pathetic fallacy when you took your first step on to the street, as lightning flashed and rain saturated your hair and clothes. You signalled for a cab and sat down in the passenger seat. The driver asked where you wished to go and you told him the address of the first person you could think of.

Bruce Wayne’s penthouse was almost as impressive as Maxwell Lord’s. When you knocked on the door and he answered, a look of concern appeared on his face. You shuffled inside, pools of water following you as you kicked off your shoes and let your coat fall to the ground. Bruce sighed, “I’m not gonna lie,” he shrugged. “You don’t look so great.”

You scoffed and made yourself comfortable on his leather sofa. “Can I stay here tonight?” You asked him.

“Of course,” he replied. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No,” you shook your head and he poured himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. You felt a feeling of sadness wash over you as you remembered Bruce liked his whiskey the same way Max did. In fact, as you looked around Bruce’s apartment, you couldn’t help but associate things with Max. You took a deep breath when you saw a piece of artwork on the wall. It was a replica that came from Maxwell’s museum and you find it incredibly difficult to hold back the tears.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Bruce said after taking a sip of whiskey and putting his glass on the table.

Bruce walked to his office and sighed before dialling his arch business rival. “Lord.”

“Wayne.”

“You messed up big time.” Bruce sighed and Max knew immediately you had gone to Bruce’s place on the other side of the city. Nothing riled him up more than knowing you were with his nemesis. Out of everyone, you had gone to see Bruce fucking Wayne.

Maxwell hung up and didn’t even bother taking his coat. He ran downstairs to the garage and took one of his car’s before driving to Bruce Wayne’s penthouse. Max hadn’t drove in years but he didn’t have time to contact his driver, especially so late night. He was reckless and probably ran through a few too many red lights, but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t lose you, especially not to Bruce Wayne. He didn’t trust Bruce at all and he knew Bruce might even take advantage of you just to get back at Maxwell for some petty past business drama.

When Maxwell arrived at the penthouse, he didn’t even bother knocking on the door. He barged in, soaking wet and calling out your name, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but when you stood up and he saw you, he felt his heart drop. Your eyes were still red and your hair had curled slightly from the rain, but even still, to him, you looked just as beautiful as you did when he first laid his eyes on you. He said your name again, this time only a whisper as you approached him slowly. You were so glad to see him too. You thought you could handle being alone from him, but you couldn’t.

“I fucked up.”

“Max…” you said quietly and he took your hand.

“No, let me speak.” He said sternly. “I should have told you about work, and Barbara. I should have communicated with you… told you how stressful it’s been. But I’m not here to make excuses. I’m here to say sorry. I know you’re disappointed with me but I can assure you, you’re nowhere near as disappointed as I am in myself. I hate myself for pushing you away. How could I ever let myself push you away?” He raised his hand and cupped your cheek. You closed your eyes and hummed under his delicate touch. Maxwell glanced over your shoulder and noted Bruce sitting over on the sofa drinking a glass of whiskey. “Maybe… maybe I’m too late,” Max sighed and you opened your eyes. “You deserve more, really, you do.”

“Max…” you shook your head sadly.

“Can I just,” Max stumbled over his words. “Can I just kiss you? Please. One last time. Fuck. I know I never say it but I love you. I love you.”

You pressed your lips against Maxwell’s and curled your fingers into his wet locks of hair. “You didn’t have to say all of that,” you said gently after pulling away but pressing your forehead against his.

“If you give me a second chance I promise I’ll do better,” Max told you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I was so close to losing you tonight and without you, I had never felt so alone. You have always been there for me. When we were younger, you stayed by my side after my father passed. You stayed with me when my mother threatened to sabotage the business and you comforted me when my first marriage broke down. You saved me more times than you even know. Without you I don’t even know if I’d still be here.”

“Max please,” you whispered. “I won’t ever leave you. You can push me and push me but I’m not going anywhere.” Max breathed a sigh of relief. “But,” you began, and let out a tired giggle. “You’re gonna have to stop pushing. I don’t want this to happen again.”

“Never again,” he promised, and you felt yourself soften as he held you close, your head resting on his damp chest. “Let’s go home, my love.”

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

Pairing: Jonathan Daviss x Reader

Summary: You wake up married to the boy you’ve been in love with since you were 16...

Note: GUYS!!!!! So much has happened these past few weeks it’s been a whole mess! I have had homework coming out of my ass, so I hope this makes up for how long I haven’t posted! There is not enough content about this man and I love him so fucking much!!!

How ironic though that I was actually in Vegas when this story formulated in my brain?

Also FYI the parts in BOLD are flashbacks!

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I couldn’t tell you a time I hadn’t been in love with Jonathan Daviss…

We met through his father when I was 16. I was an aspiring young actress and his dad was my manager. 6 years later, JD and I were the best of friends. As the years went by, the harder I fell for him. We clicked in so many ways that it was hard to not be in love with him.

I was over the moon when JD told me he had been casted on the show Outer Banks that would be appearing on Netflix. It was a huge opportunity and I couldn’t be more proud of my best friend. Luckily we still got to spend time together despite his busy schedule, introducing me to his coworkers who I had become extremely close with as well.

Some of the cast and I got to take a trip to Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps. JD and I had just turned 21, meaning we didn’t have to miss out on the fun. A few drinks in, JD and I were attached at the hip.

“I love you so much y/n!” JD shouted, flopping himself in my arms. He pulled his head back a little to lay a sound kiss on my lips, startling me slightly, but with how intoxicated I was it didn’t phase me.

“You’re so cute J,” I giggled, taking another sip of my drink as I held close to JD.

“We should get married, I think there’s a drive in next door.” He suggested, trailing small kisses down my cheek to my neck.

“Let’s do it,” I grinned, moaning when he left a love bite right behind my ear.

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I groaned as the sunlight peaked in through the curtains, going to turn over, but I was stopped by a strong pair of arms trapping me against a warm body. I discovered that I was indeed naked next to an equally as naked JD. Memories of last night flashed through my brain, my eyes widened as I caught a sight of my left hand, and sure enough there was a very shiny ring perched on my ring finger. I managed to turn in his hold, smiling as I was met with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Do you remember last night?” He asked, his deep voice sending tingles up my spine.

“I think I remember the important parts.” I giggled, tracing the planes of his handsome face.

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I had never felt so much pleasure, my brain could focus on nothing but the movement of JD’s hips slamming into mine. His hands held so tight to my hips that I knew they would be bruised, watching where we were connected as he thrusted at a rapid pace. One particular thrust hit that special spot inside of me, causing a yelp to leave my lips.

“Right there baby?” he panted, hitting that spot again and again.

“Yes, feels so good, fuck.” I whined, arching into him as my orgasm was just in reach.

He growled deeply, moving a hand to grip my throat. JD pinned my head to the pillow, ramming into that spot. My moan was cut off as he squeezed my neck, my toes curling as the coil was about to snap.

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“So, what happens now?” I whispered, our lips mere inches apart.

JD moved to roll on top of me, smashing his mouth to mine. I pulled away breathlessly, beaming at the man who stole my heart.

“Now, we fuck, and come to terms with our new married life.” JD smirked, moving to kiss down my neck. His hands moved up and down my naked body, my hands doing the same.

“Wait, so you want this?” I asked, brows furrowing as he smiled.

“I’ve been in love with you for-christ knows how long. I’ve always known I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” JD confessed.

“I might cry.” I croaked, feeling my eyes start to well. This man who I’ve been in love with since I was 16, was now mine forever.

“Nooo, my baby can’t cry.” He pouted, nuzzling his face in my neck to leave gentle kisses.

“They’re happy tears babe.” I chuckled, wiping at my eyes before hugging around his neck tight.

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“Mine,” he grunted, meeting his brown orbs to mine.

“J, oh fuck please.” I whimpered, my hands feeling up his back.

“My pretty baby, all mine.” he whispered, his lips brushing mine after every word.

“I’m-fuck-oh my god.” I groaned, not able to meet his eyes as they closed of their own accord.

“Gonna cum for me Mrs.Daviss?” he taunted, moving his hand from my throat to rub my clit in vigorous circles.

“Yes, yes baby.” I panted, moving my hips to meet his.

I came so hard my body convulsed against his, my muscles cramping from how I tensed.

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“I love you,” he murmured in my ear, his thumbs caressing the sides of my breasts before brushing them over my already hardened nipples.

I love you J,” I gasped, pulling his lips down to mine.

I kissed him with as much passion and fervor I could manage while still subtly crying over our revelations. JD continued his play with my nipples, slowly caressing them before moving his lips down my neck. I sifted my fingers into his curls, feeling the soft tufts of hair as he moved lower. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before playfully biting it. I got a sudden burst of confidence and flipped us over, parking my ass right on his hardened member.

“I want to play,” I smirked, scratching softly down his abs.

“Go on then Mrs.Daviss.” he chuckled, moaning softly when I wiggled down his body.

I took his very large, very hard cock in my hands, twisting my wrists as I moved them up and down.

“My husband, so hard for me aren’t you?” I taunted, rubbing my thumb on his tip.

“Yes baby, fuck.” he panted, his chest heaving as I moved my hands faster.

“Do you want me to suck you off Mr.Daviss?” I asked, smiling sweetly at him.

“That’s so fucking hot, say it again.” he growled, grabbing under my jaw.

“Mr.Daviss,” I whispered, my clit throbbing as he growled low in his chest again.

“My Mrs, all mine.” he breathed, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.

I scooted down between his legs, bending down to engulf his cock in my mouth. JD’s moan was like music to my ears, causing me to let out my own around him. He bucked his hips into my mouth, hand coming to take a fist full of my hair. I twirled my tongue around his member, pushing myself to touch my nose to his pubic bone.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he grunted, pushing my head up and down faster.

I sucked him faster, moving to my absolute limits to make my husband lose it. He came in my mouth moments later, and I sucked every last bit of cum as I came off of him.

“Mmmm, you taste good handsome.” I panted, wiping at the sides of my mouth.

“I think it’s my turn to play now Mrs.Daviss,” he smiled, grabbing my hips to flip us back over.

I giggled as he placed kisses all over my face, his hands moving to my lower regions. I gasped as his fingers ghosted over where I was soaking, slowly entering his fingers and moving them at a slow pace. I squirmed under him, moaning when his thumb came to roll my clit. His torturous pace was killing me, I wanted him to move faster, but was getting nowhere despite my pleas.

“Baby come on, more.” I begged, pouting as his head lifted to look in my eyes.

“I’m gonna take my time my love,” he whispered, lips brushing over mine as he spoke.

“No J, I want to cum please.” I whined, his other hand laying a smack to my ass. I hissed since it was still sore from last night.

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“I love your ass so much Mrs.Daviss,” JD groaned, slapping my cheeks again.

“I love your dick so much Mr.Daviss,” I whined as he thrusted into me from behind faster.

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JD’s head descended, taking a large lick up to playfully bite at my clit. My hands immediately went to his hair, trying to shove his head down where I wanted him. He fought against me and took his time tracing every detail and muscle of my lady parts, curling his fingers to find that spot that would send me sky high.

“JD, baby please.” I groaned, shuffling my hips down the bed.

“What was that?” he asked, titling his head like he didn’t hear me.

“Mr.Daviss, please your Mrs wants to cum.” I whimpered, tugging on his hair.

“I’m taking my time Mrs.Daviss, I didn’t get to last night.” he quipped, going back to his new favorite meal as he slurped at me slowly.

“I didn’t tease you! Please J!” I pleaded, my chest heaving as tingles shot up my spine.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg Mrs.Daviss.” he moaned into me, a gasp flying from my lips as my hips bucked into his face.

“Right there baby,” I panted, his movements increasing just how I wanted them.

My eyes closed as my head fell back to the bed, complete and total pleasure taking over all my senses. JD pounded his fingers into that special spot, my legs beginning to shake as I felt my high just in reach. He suckled my clit gently into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I honestly felt bad for our neighbors in the hotel from how much I screamed last night, and right now. I couldn’t help it, he made me feel so good, better than I had ever felt in my entire life.

“So wet, and all for me?” he teased, sliding an arm over my hips to hold me in place.

“Mhmm, fuck.” I whispered, watching his back muscles move and flex as he ate me.

I screeched as I came, his name flying from my lips like it was the only words I knew. He took his fingers out, stuffing them between my lips. I moaned around the digits, swirling my tongue to taste myself. I wasn’t expecting for him to thrust his cock into me so quickly, my eyes widening from the sensitivity that shot through my veins. My back arched into his chest, eyes rolling into the back of my head. JD removed his fingers, leaning down to kiss me hard.

“JD, too much.” I grunted, a strangled groan leaving my lips as he began to thrust at a steady pace.

“You’re gonna take what your husband gives you babygirl.” he growled, pushing his hips faster.

“I-I can’t,” I whimpered, my brain not being able to form proper thoughts from the intensity.

“I know you can my love, you came so much last night. Won’t you let me have another?” he whispered in my ear, biting gently on the lobe.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, the tip of his cock hit that spot, the spot that could send me over the edge in seconds.

“Give it to me.” he demanded, shifting so he could hold my hips to the bed and fuck harder into me.

My legs immediately wrapped around his waist, toes curling, and fingernails scratching down his back. JD’s fingers dug into the already existing bruises on my hips, pleasing me more because I will have the reminder of today and last night for a while on my skin.

“I love you Jonathan,” I whispered against his lips, panting as my orgasm was coming at full force.

“I love you so much Y/n, more than you’ll ever know.” he confessed, crushing his lips to mine as we both came hard.

His seed spilled into me, mixing with my cum as it dripped down the both of us. JD pushed his hips all the way to the hilt, burying his cum deep inside of me. My tongue played with his, our makeout continuing even after he gently pulled out of me. We rolled around on the bed, mildly groping the other while we made out.

“Ready for more fun Mrs.Daviss?” he inquired, hands fondling my ass cheeks.

“You know it Mr.Daviss.” I giggled, squealing as he flipped us over again.

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kenmaash · 4 years ago

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valentine- a kiribaku fluffshot

hey hoes happy valentine’s day :D

Bakugou

I held a rectangular box of chocolate in my nervous hands and took a breath. I stood in front of the door to my last class of the day.

C’mon, do it. He’s right there. You can do it, idiot. Get some balls!

Nope.

I spun around without opening the door and walked right back to my locker. Before I could open it and put the chocolates away, a hand landed on my shoulder and turned me around. I whipped my head towards the source of the hand and glared right into a pair of black and golden eyes. Ashido Mina, the only person other than myself who knew about my plan to give chocolates to someone this Valentine's Day.

“Katsuki! I saw you walk away, you fucking chicken,” she taunted. Her hands rested on her hips and she stuck her tongue out at me mockingly.

“Shut up, Alien Bitch. Have you ever done something like this?” I growled.

“No, but think about it.” Mina raised one eyebrow defiantly. “It’s really not that hard. You just walk up to him and hand it to him. Or put it on his desk. Then you can walk away or stay and see his expression.”

“No. That’s my final answer.” I opened my locker and stuck the chocolates inside. “He probably wouldn’t want them anyway.”

“Katsuki.” Mina’s voice was gentle. “You know he loves you. Eij-”

“Don’t say his name!” I quickly slapped my hand over Mina’s mouth and looked around. “You know I don’t want anyone else to know I have a fucking… crush... on him.”

“There’s no one around. You’re just being paranoid at this point.” Mina’s hands went back to her hips and her eyebrow lifted again. “You know, I could always give them to him and tell him they’re from you.”

“It wouldn’t be the same.” I started to close my locker, but Mina put her foot in the way of the door.

“Put them in his locker, then.”

“What?”

“Put them in his locker. You know the code to the lock, right? Just put them in there and let him find them.” Mina tapped on Eijirou’s locker, just a few down from mine.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to think it through. It did seem like the best course of action…. No confrontation or explanation, it was hidden from other classmates, and he could reject me by just not mentioning the chocolates.

“Alright. Move.” I shoved Ashido aside and opened Eijirou’s locker. I stuck the chocolates on top of his gym bag, knowing he would grab that first when he left for the day.

“And you’ll see what he thinks about it when we hang out tonight,” Mina added.

“Oh shit, I forgot about that.” I groaned inwardly. Our friend group had decided to go to Eijirou’s dorm for Valentine’s day since we were all single. That meant I had to face him with the whole group about the chocolates…. “Maybe this whole chocolates thing is a bad idea after all.”

“Nope. It’s time for class, so we’d better go. No backing out now.” Mina slammed Eijirou’s locker shut and shoved me towards the classroom with her palms on my back. I sighed and let her push me, stumbling when she practically threw me through the doorway to class 1-A.

“Watch it, bitch.” I glared over my shoulder and gathered sparks in my hand.

“You watch it, Blasty,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes. I scoffed and turned away, stepping around groups of people chatting to get to my seat. Right in front of Eijirou. I sat with my feet up on my desk and leaned my head backwards over my chair, staring at the ceiling with stars in my head. A spiky mess of red hair popped into my field of vision, followed closely by a tanned face and a blinding grin.

“Hey, Bakubro!” Kirishima Eijirou’s eyes closed when his grin grew especially wide as he said my name.

I sat up and sat backwards in my chair to face him. “Hey, Shitty Hair.”

“Did you get anything for Valentine’s day so far?” Eijirou asked excitedly. When I nodded, he pulled out a few packages of chocolates from under his desk. “Me too! Some girls and guys from class C gave me these. I didn’t want to hurt their feelings, so I just kinda took them. I hate milk chocolate… do you want them?”

I did a mental fist pump over the fact that the chocolates I had gotten him were dark chocolate. “Nah, I hate milk chocolate too.” I shrugged. “Mina will probably want them.”

“I’ve been summoned?” Mina stepped into the conversation with a mischievous smirk playing across her lips -no doubt because she had heard the chocolate offer.

“You want Shitty Hair’s shitty chocolate?” I asked, resting my chin on the back of my chair.

“Don’t mind if I do! I’m glad we have a few pretty boys in the Bakusquad, otherwise we’d surely starve,” Mina mumbled around her mouthful of chocolate hearts.

Denki and Hanta, who had been trailing behind Mina for a moment now, laughed at this. While it was true that the four of us guys got plenty of confessions and food from people, Mina got more than any of us. It seemed that every day, a new girl was daydreaming or another guy was learning to cook for her. To absolutely everyone’s surprise but our little friend group, Mina had no interest in accepting any of the confessions, so she did her own thing. She allowed people to like her, but multiple confessions or pleads to date them were off the table.

“How much have you gotten today, Mina?” Hanta asked, hoisting a bouquet he had been given and tossing it to Eijirou to examine.

“Mmm, not much straight to my face, but my locker pile is starting to build up.” Mina shook her head.

We all laughed, but were cut off by Aizawa clearing his throat.

“Class, don’t make me expel you all on Valentine’s day,” he said, his voice droll as he stared directly into the eyes of the entire class. Everyone scrambled silently back to their seats and waited while Aizawa stepped out of his sleeping bag and started the lesson.

During the entire period, while Aizawa went on and on about hero history and whatnot, my mind was elsewhere. Stuck on red hair and red eyes, an eye scar and thick lashes. On a shark-toothed grin and an arm on my shoulder. Walking across campus with a hand so close to mine, it would be so easy to just reach out and hold it, but I never did. Strong arms and a powerful quirk paired with passionate ambition. Smile lines creasing on the brow of a beautiful face.

“Katsuki!” A voice shook me from my daydreams. Hanta was waving his hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. “Time to go.”

“Oh, yeah. I was falling asleep, that lesson was so damn boring,” I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. I stood from my chair, trying to wipe the remaining thoughts of Eijirou from my head. Mina grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the classroom; bolting past Denki, Hanta, and Eijirou while I protested.

When we got to my locker, I yanked my arm away and glared at her. “The fuck was that for?”

“I wanted to talk to you about the chocolates. I think you need to tell Ei straight up becau-”

I cut her off. “No. We’ve been over this, and it was your idea to put them in his locker anyways. This is the one thing I’m not confronting him on.”

“Well he might bring it up tonight and then the whole group will know.” Mina crossed her arms defiantly.

I waved my hand in dismissal. “He won’t. He’s too moral or whatever to out me to everyone.”

Mina hesitated. “Well… if you’re sure….”

“I am.” I shoved past her and started walking away. “Don’t fucking bring it up again, what’s done is done. And it’s too late to do something else with it anyway.”

I heard Mina’s soft sigh behind me as I walked back to the rest of our friends.

“There you are!” Eijirou waved at me and Mina as we rounded the corner to the hallway where they stood. “Let’s go! Hanta went to pick up our bread order- I got you curry buns, is that alright?”

“Whatever.” I shrugged.

“What about me?” Mina lunged forward and hugged Eijirou’s shoulder.

“Apple cinnamon rolls.” Eijirou ruffled her hair, making her grin.

“Yay!” Mina hugged Eijirou tighter.

“Can we go please?” I exchanged an exasperated glance with Denki.

“Yeah, sorry!” Eijirou reached up and scratched the back of his neck. “Oh crap, I need my gym bag. Go ahead, I’ll meet you there.”

Kirishima turned and went back to his locker. Denki, Mina and I started our way to his dorm. The campus was mostly empty, since people were going out with their partners or friends to celebrate or mourn this fucking horrible day of love. While we walked, Kaminari rambled about homework and minecraft and other things that just happened to pour from his mind. We stopped at Kirishima’s dorm and I ducked into my room next door to get our party food and drinks from my minifridge.

When I came out of my room, Hanta and Eijirou were standing with Mina and Denki. Eijirou’s gym bag was slung over his shoulder, but the box of chocolates was nowhere to be seen. Mina glanced at me, gaze flickering from Eijirou to me and back again. I shook my head sharply and she stopped.

“Lets go, singles!” Mina raised her fist in excitement and clapped her hands when Eijirou unlocked his door and let us in.

“I’m putting the party stuff on your desk, Shitty Hair,” I said. I brought the three bags of chips, pocky, soda, and cup ramen on Eijirou’s much-too-large desk. Denki plopped onto the floor beside Eijirou’s speakers and put on some music. I felt glad that we were probably the only students left in the school when the Disney Hercules soundtrack started blasting through the room, most definitely carrying out into the hall.

“Oi, Ei.” Mina elbowed Eijirou in the side. “What’s that?”

I looked over to see her pointing at something red sticking out of Eijirou’s gym bag. Oh, fuck. He had taken the chocolates. My brain battled between relief and fear as Denki and Hanta gathered around to look.

“Oh, a few people left chocolates in front of my locker.” Eijirou waved them off.

“Who’re they from?” Hanta wiggled his eyebrows.

Mina’s head snapped up and her eyes met mine, anticipation drifting between us.

“There’s no name on it,” Eijirou said. “They’re my favorites, though! So they either did their research or just got really lucky.”

“Hmm, interesting. A mystery.” Mina stroked her chin. “Anyways, wanna watch a movie? Or play paranoia?”

“Movie!” Denki and Hanta cheered in unison.

“Totoro!” Eijirou added, causing everyone to clap appreciatively.

“Totoro it is. Thotsuki, can you hand me the strawberry pocky?” Mina blinked at me with innocent eyes.

“Get it yourself, Asshido,” I growled, snatching up a box of chocolate pocky for myself.

“Awwwh, rude.” Mina pouted. She stood up and went to get her own pocky, leaving Denki to put on the movie. “Denki, put Big Hero Six and Howl’s Moving Castle in queue.”

Everyone gathered their snacks and sat together on the floor to watch the movies. Mina and Denki were sprawled on their stomachs next to each other, sharing a bowl of popcorn that Denki had popped with his quirk. Hanta sat with his legs crossed beside them, eyes stuck to the TV but still taking with the rest of us. Eijirou and I sat beside Mina, leaning against the side of Eijirou’s bed with a bag of chocolate covered pretzels between us.

The movies played peacefully, partially serving as background noise to our seemingly never ending conversation. About halfway through Big Hero Six, we stopped talking and the movie captured everyone’s attention. Mina was the first to fall asleep, shortly followed by Hanta, who slid slowly sideways and eventually slumped over onto the carpet with a quiet snore. Denki’s eyes grew heavier and heavier each second until he, too, fell asleep in a heap on the floor. I clinked my iced coffee with Kirishima’s and we grinned at each other; victoriously the final two awake.

Eijirou opened his mouth for a second before closing it again and saying nothing.

“What?” I nudged him softly.

“Well, I was going to ask if you got a mystery Valentine too, but, well, it wouldn’t really be a too. Since I didn’t get one either.” Eijirou’s voice sounded slightly nervous as he spoke.

“What do you mean? That box didn’t have a name. So it’s a mystery,” I said dryly.

“Ah, no. It… it had a name.” Eijirou’s eyes went straight down into the ice of his coffee, refusing to look at me.

“It did?” My heart lurched in my chest. I knew I’d signed it… but why had Eijirou lied before? Was he embarrassed by it and didn’t want our friends to know? Or maybe it was his way of rejecting me? “Um, who was it?”

Eijirou said nothing. He just nodded and scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

His words caught me by surprise and I did a double take. “Really?”

He finally looked up at me. “Does it go both ways or do I have to ask you to be mine?” His voice was soft.

“I’m already yours….” I whispered.

Eijirou’s eyes flickered across my face. The room seemed to grow warmer. Which was why my face was burning…. Yes, that was the only reason. Not because Eijirou’s hand rested in my palm, or because his eyes were locked into mine like they were reading my soul. No, it was just the temperature. My heart raced and my mouth opened slightly.

“You’re beautiful.” Eijirou’s gaze broke from mine as he shifted so that he could rest his head on my shoulder. “I just wanted you to know that.”

I stiffened for a moment, but when the warmth of Eijirou’s body seeped into mine, I seemed to melt. I felt my right arm go around his shoulder and my left hand reach for his.

“Thank you for saying yes,” I whispered, leaning my head on top of his. “Will you… still be my valentine tomorrow?”

“For as long as you’ll have me, Katsuki.” Eijirou replied, his head sinking deeper into the crook of my neck. He squeezed my hand with the last word.

I turned my head towards Eijirou, pressing my lips gently to his forehead. He smiled and returned the gesture, bringing up our clasped hands to his mouth and kissing the back of my hand. He then laid his head back down on my shoulder and I felt our bodies melt together.

Forever. I want to be like this with you… forever.

I have never been more at peace.

i hope you all liked that :) i haven’t written kiribaku in so long, so that was super refreshing for me

word count: 2534

-ash

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