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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ��️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

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btsmosphere · 3 years ago

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Highway to You | MYG

~summary: Yoongi never expected to see you again. Least of all with a gun in your hand, crashing an important deal in a whirlwind which proves how much has changed. ~pairing: yoongi x female reader ~word count: 5.8k ~angst, action, some fluff, mafia!au, gang!au, mafia!yoongi, innocent!reader turned rival gang member, childhood friends to lovers, not-really-enemies to lovers ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: violence, weapons, blood, injury, dangerous driving, police chase, gang activity, mentions of alcoholism, swearing

~a/n: a good ol’ mafia au! one of my fave things to write, in case no one had noticed, and I’m back with another! this one has been in my wips for so long, and in my head for even longer😅I hope I’ve pulled it off thanks to tumblr for nuking my header quality click for better quality!!

>>> now expanded into a series

Swirling neon from the main floor struggled to reach this part of the club. Lights glowing from the back of the VIP booths and the bar did nothing to brighten the darkened space, engulfed in the thrumming bass and smell of sweat like the rest of the place.

Despite being far from the hub, the crowd was fairly dense in here. At least there was space to walk around, unlike the packed dance floors in other parts of the building, but Yoongi was seated. A drink rested in his hand, though it was purely for show. He kept his head down, the lower part of his face covered by a hand, elbow resting on the table.

In this environment, he blended in well enough to attract no lingering glances, leaving him free to scan the crowd with sharp eyes.

This job should be easy, that he knew. But in his line of work, nothing was ever risk-free.

“Suga? Status,” a voice crackled in his ear. His cue to move.

Surreptitiously putting a hand to his earpiece, he stood, slipping from the leather seats of the booth.

“Clear.”

Slowly sidling around the edge of the room, he reached the entrance just as three figures came in the opposite direction. All clad in suits, two in identical all-black flanked the central figure.

Yoongi nodded at the closest, Jin, on his way past.

Taking his new position as planned, he leaned against the wall. From here, he could see a little way into the crowd on the neighbouring dancefloor, as well as the full length of the bar.

Well-trained gaze roaming the mingling crowd, he found nothing out of the ordinary. He had been in clubs like this so many times he had lost count, but it was necessary. He had learned to spot the difference between a drunk partygoer taking a break at the bar and a saboteur staking out their deals. He could distinguish the sound of a gun’s safety among the clinking glasses and pounding music.

Sometimes, he had to admit he envied the people who were here for fun. Though he gave them more than enough disapproving looks as alcohol flooded their systems and had them stumbling like idiots, he remembered a time he had been as carefree. Almost.

The ghost of a smile snuck onto his mouth as he recalled the first time he had been to a club. You made him leave early, and he had wrapped you in his jacket while you bought hot chocolates instead, waiting for a taxi in a drizzly side street.

And like that, his lips sunk back to a straight line, the memory tinged with bittersweetness.

Clubbing had never been your scene. You were too innocent to find much fun in grinding against strangers’ bodies in a dark room, preferring to dance clumsily to the tinny radio in your small kitchen with him.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, he forced his mind back to the job at hand. He may never stop dreaming of you, but that was his punishment. His life had eventually become far too dangerous to be able to keep you in it with a steady conscience.

It was a hard choice, the hardest he had ever made, but had there really been a choice?

Shaking his head subtly, he got back to scanning the room. Nothing seemed to have changed.

He had hoped things would be progressing a little faster, but a glance at the booth showed Namjoon and Jin still talking to the guy. Of course, he was a seller that usually dealt with their rivals, the spectres, across town, so there was a healthy dose of risk in pursuing this deal.

Cocking his head to stretch out his neck, he caught a glimpse of Jungkook, standing sentinel just as he was, at the other end of the room.

Looking back, he was just in time to come face-to-face with a partygoer. Their hair fell slightly over their face as they tripped around a group of girls to squeeze between them and the entrance to the bar – except, that was right where Yoongi stood.

Hurriedly stepping back to avoid a collision, his face had already scrunched into a frown. Death glare etched into his features with annoyance, he quickly glanced behind him to his members; it was always possible something like this was a distraction.

But the moment a garbled apology reached his ears, he was whipping his head back to look at the person that had nearly caused a collision.

The partygoer – who had caught themselves in shock and was now a step away from him – was you.

“Yoongi?”

His eyes grew large as he stared, taking you in. At the same moment, realisation had hit you too, halting any words that had been coming from your mouth, leaving you somewhat agape.

Yoongi barely dared blink. A wine-red dress clung to your figure, drink perched in your fingers. You looked uncharacteristically comfortable in this sweltering, deafening club, and yet… it was still you. Unmistakably.

Your hair was the same length you had always cut it, the same smokey liner he had watched you practise in front of a mirror framing your eyes. Eyes he never thought he would see again, though undoubtedly ones he could never forget.

“Y/N?” he breathed, taking a step closer, hand raised as if you might vanish like smoke in front of him.

Mouth opening and closing around what words to say next, he chased your gaze which had strayed behind him, a slight furrow creasing your brow.

As his breath returned to him slowly, so did his sense. Mind flying to the dangerous men packed into this room, he swallowed hard, already stepping to shield you from the bar. As fast as his heart was going, he had to keep his head on his shoulders, warn you that it wasn’t safe-

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You had taken the words out of his mouth, leaving him once again struggling for a response. Frowning, he looked towards you. Still facing him, your expression was guarded.

Sucking a breath through his teeth, he snuck another look behind him.

He supposed he deserved this treatment from you, should have expected that should you ever meet again, you would want nothing to do with him. But for now, that was of low concern, knowing you were in the path of danger.

How could he explain this one?

Running his hand over the back of his head, he met your eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N… I- I don’t know what to-“

“I mean it,” you cut him off, “you shouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t help but take a small step back, frown deepening. Never had he been faced with hostility from you, and it stung despite the years separating your past selves from this instant.

But in front of him, your eyes were darting again to the rest of the bar, one of your heels tapping. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, itching to move.

“What do you mean-“ Yoongi started, noticing your jitteriness, “is everything okay…?”

Turning, he followed your stare, trying to locate the source of your apparent distress. Over at the table, they were still in discussion, though a case now sat on the tabletop; Jungkook was still in place, though Yoongi couldn’t catch his eye-

“Get down!”

Before your shout had even registered in his ears, your weight was thrown against him, bodies colliding into the couch of the nearest booth. The side of his face was pressed into the leather, darkness obscuring his vision as gunshots suddenly split through the vibrant atmosphere.

He barely had time to scramble upright before screams and shouts were assaulting his ears, frantic clubgoers whirling through his vision in their desperation to get out.

Already, his hands were on his gun, readying it though he was blind to the source of the disturbance. Crackling voices were muffled, his earpiece having been dislodged when you had pushed him to the side.

Another spattering of shots ripped through the pandemonium, sending him ducking back into the booth, breaths falling heavy and fast. What was happening?

At his side, you barely looked shaken, face blank and eyes darting through the crowd. You were sitting on the smart couch, though now you were sliding away, approaching the edge of the booth.

What were you thinking, heading towards the danger?

Before he could reach out to you, you were gone. His hand hung in mid-air for a split second, then dropped to the couch limply.

But as you had slipped into the carnage, he had caught sight of a similar weapon to his in your own hands, clutched tight at your side.

All words died in his throat as he stared at the space you had just left. He was only snapped from his perplexed stupor by yet more loud shots ringing, except this time, they were returned.

Though the crowd had escaped by now, he was still unaware of the source of the firing, so he had little choice but to duck again. As he sat, back pressed against expensive leather, his mind was running in circles at rapid speed.

Shots continued blaring as he fumbled for his fallen earpiece, hastily shoving it into place. It hissed harshly with static, but soon a grainy voice broke through – Namjoon. So he was alive.

While a rush of temporary relief washed over Yoongi, Namjoon was calling out, cursing under his breath as another shot cut through the bar.

“Suga? Kook? Do you have eyes on-“

“One of them – argh! – one’s here,” Jungkook’s breathless voice crackled through, then cut off sharply a second later.

Pulling himself together, Yoongi heaved his legs under him and crawled, inching towards the edge of the booth to get a look for himself. Kook sounded like he had really been having trouble. What in hell was going on?

Of course, his mind had never moved far from you, and what you could possibly be doing here of all places…

Reaching the corner of the booth, he held his breath, waiting for a pause in the sporadic gunfire. The moment it came, he leaned out a fraction, still pressing himself against the couch as he searched the space.

Darkness dominated, some of the bar lights having died, another left flickering its blood-red hue across the wreckage. But Yoongi barely caught a glimpse beyond the scattered smithereens of glass and barstools strewn about the floor. It seemed he blinked, and you were in front of him again.

Another shot had him flinching and you throwing yourself into the shelter of the booth. He had no chance to move, leaving you pressed up against him in startling proximity.

This close, he could feel the way you were panting, hair dishevelled and loose strands puffing away from your lips where you expelled air in bursts. And clutched under one arm was a plain black briefcase.

Right before you turned away, a dark reddish smudge caught his eye, but you were moving before he could get a proper look.

The frown forming on his face had no time to take root before your hand was groping for his, tugging him behind you as you raised your gun, pulling him out of the booth with you. You were moving quickly, leaving him no room for hesitation.

Hand travelling protectively to your waist on instinct, he faced the room as the two of you rapidly backed towards the exit.

The moment a shot came your way, you were firing back into the darkness, and Yoongi was right beside you. Knowing his team were there, however, he aimed above the bar, a glass exploding and sending pieces clattering across the floor.

A shape moved behind the bar in response. Whether it was Jungkook or an enemy, Yoongi didn’t know.

Taking the opportunity of cover, he felt you yank his hand. Finally, the two of you spilled around the entrance to the bar, and instantly you were sprinting, still gripping his hand tightly as your feet pounded through the now empty dance floor.

Music still blared in your ears, abandoned in the panic of the few minutes prior.

There were already footsteps behind you. Skidding around the corner, you narrowly avoided a pursuing scatter of gunfire.

Yoongi readied his own gun, focussing on the narrow corridor you had now entered. It was almost completely dark, claustrophobic as you raced through it, arms jostling against one another in the smaller space.

Rounding yet another bend, you were met with a set of stairs. Glancing around, Yoongi noticed with dread the blue flashing light falling through a single, high-set window. It was getting brighter. You had to get out of here, and soon.

A shot rang through his ears, making him flinch, but as he whirled around he realised it was you that had fired; lowering your weapon, you turned back to him to the sound of a body falling in the corridor you had just escaped.

His jaw dropped in disbelief, but already your arm was linking with his, tugging you both onwards as your feet rushed over the stairs.

Yoongi had no idea whether the fallen person was someone he knew. The crackle in his ears from the device there reminded him he should be checking. At the very least, he should be trying to stop you; the case swinging from your closed hand was tonight’s bounty.

But still he kept running, hurtling around the corner with your hand gripped tightly in his.

By now, you were on the lower floor, where the music had been stopped. From outside, the panicked bustle of a crowd and the rising wail of sirens bled through the walls.

Club lights spun across the now deserted space, illuminating your faces in various hues of reds and purples.

Yoongi looked towards the front with trepidation. Your escape route was fraught with too many obstacles for getting away to be a possibility.

But you were already moving, hurrying away from the exposure of the front door.

Racing through tables dotted around the back portion, your breaths were falling faster. When you kicked a table over, yanking Yoongi with you to duck behind it before your pursuers entered the other side of the room, heavy breathing was the only sound mingling between you two.

Then you looked at him.

Lips parted, you tried to regain your breathing as you stared at him with wide eyes. You had never meant to drag him into this, but now your eyes located the weapon resting in his own hand, prompting your brows to sink into a frown similar to his.

Tearing your eyes away, you dropped your gaze to your lap.

“I’m sorry-” you muttered.

It wasn’t loud enough to disturb the tense quiet as the men stepped through the entrance to this floor. But for now, you were out of sight.

As the words left your lips, much more wobbly than you had intended, you were robbed of sound by a soft touch at your temple.

Yoongi had reached out to you, not meeting your eyes. Instead, his gaze was trained beside them, where his fingers made gentle contact with your skin-

Except, they came away red.

He was staring at you with such alarm, taking in the blood that dripped nearly to your jaw from a gash in your forehead.

“Y/N-“

The words had barely left his lips, shocked by the sudden protective urge, strong as ever towards you, before the briefcase was forced into his arms, nearly winding him. Having pushed him away, you turned, crouching to survey the space you found yourselves in.

Head turning back and forth, he couldn’t look away from you for too long. You were injured, for goodness’ sake! He remembered cleaning you up after lesser scrapes than this, heart squeezing heavily at the thought of hurt coming to you…

But it was also impossible for him to ignore the shuffling sounds beyond his makeshift hideout. The people on the other side were trying to be subtle, spreading out, but he knew you didn’t have long before they would be on you again.

“Yoongi,” you hissed.

Finding you quickly, he looked the short distance away through the darkness.

Holding open a heavy black door labelled Staff, you were poised expectantly, gesturing with an outstretched hand.

Craning his neck, he looked beyond it. A vague glimmer of light could be made out from a streetlight outside a small window.

No more room for hesitation, he launched himself towards the opening, catching your hand.

At the same moment, a shout went up behind him.

The second he had crossed the threshold, you were slamming the door shut. Feet pounded closer as you rushed to the window, Yoongi on your heels.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through him since this situation had been sprung on him, he couldn’t help but marvel, standing stunned as you deftly leapt to the window, slipping outside.

A bang on the door made him flinch, head snapping towards it. It rattled slightly, but didn’t budge.

Inching closer to the wall, he hurried to pass the case up to you as soon as you reached for it, clambering through himself once you dropped down out of sight. The furious racket behind him only grew louder as he hooked his knee onto the sill, heaving himself up.

Finally, a crash echoed through the corridor as he dropped away, out of sight.

Bullets rained instantly through the small space behind the staff door, but on the other side of the wall, you were already racing away hand in hand.

Slipping between the shadows out the back of the club, sirens filled the air, wailing piercingly in your ears. However, only the odd flickering streetlight lit the beaten up and deserted backstreet that led to a small parking lot.

The commotion from inside faded as the distance grew, but as you lost yourself in the night, more slamming doors and shouting were filling the club. Police.

The gunshots had stopped, only your heavy panting mingling in the air as you raced to the nearest shelter, pressing against a low wall.

Yoongi’s shoulders rose and fell, staring straight ahead into the empty air.

Expelling a sharp breath, he was met with silence. In his book, silence always spelled trouble. Silence was what came before the storm, what reigned in the moment before the enemy struck.

But… who was the enemy?

He had just been running from his own brothers, all because a face from his past had popped up where he least expected it and made him abandon all his training on a whim. What had just happened?

Still reeling, he didn’t notice you moving away from your position.

The first thing to force him from his thoughts was the harsh crack of a bullet through the night.

Jolting, he sat up. Instantly, he pressed harder against the low wall, raising his head slightly to find slight movement in a window above. As he readied his gun, your shout prompted him to duck just as you returned fire.

You soon darted behind a vehicle, a smattering more shots scratching its paintwork a second after.

Though silence fell once more, Yoongi gulped. Whoever was in the window had spotted them and was simply waiting for one of you to make a move.

“Yoongi,” you hissed, poking your eyes around the car, “buy me some time?”

Dumbly looking between you and the club you had left behind, he took a breath. His gun was steady in his hand.

He met your eyes, a single nod confirming your trust.

Just in time.

The back door to the club burst, the smashing of the lock immediately drowned out by shots raining into the back yard.

Still crouched, Yoongi was unable to spare a glance your way as he inched around the corner, firing right back. Countless times he had been in situations like this. But today, his eyes incessantly followed his enemies, firing at their feet, by their heads, not shooting to kill.

Time. That was all you needed.

A familiar suit moved through the doorway then. A flash of tattooed flesh gripping a pistol.

So Jungkook was alive.

Yoongi had no time to wallow in his relief when the next moment, the boy was rushing forwards, the open door revealing a figure clad in a bullet-vest. A bright strip across their chest spelt Police, and they pursued him, trying to break through the door he slammed behind him.

With your pursuers’ attention diverted, Yoongi took the chance to run to you. Doubled over, he dashed across the small space, throwing himself into the space behind the vehicle.

Loud footsteps filled the space, shouts from officers and gunfire in answer to them.

But shielded here, you were leaning through the open door of a car, busy working in the footwell. Yoongi didn’t have to ask what you were doing, but still his vision narrowed, unable to reconcile the sight of you with gunfire and stolen cars.

Footfalls growing louder snapped him to attention, a hidden figure backing into the other side of the car, too close for comfort. Yoongi held his breath.

But that wasn’t the only one. Your opponents had gained a hunter of their own, and another drew closer, away from the police who were still battling to get to the criminals.

“Get in!”

Your hands fisted in the shoulders of his jacket, and he complied with your urgent motions, piling into the car and launching himself across to the passenger side as your hands urged at his back. Landing in the seat, he suddenly found himself eye to eye with the person on the other side.

He didn’t recognise them, one of the businessman’s people, most likely.

But they knew him. Or at least, they knew the case clutched in his arms.

A slam of your door and the rapid crescendo of the engine sparked to life as their fist raised over their head-

Yoongi ducked without thought, an impact shuddering the window where his head had been. At the same moment, your foot met the ground, a burst of speed slamming him into the back of his seat.

Your hands grappled on the wheel, bringing the car screeching around in a loop, clipping the back of another in the enclosed space.

The engine’s thunder announced your location, every eye in the courtyard turning towards you. Roaring louder now, the engine responded to your determination, sending you hurtling into the alleyway, chased by shots.

Knuckles white as they clutched the briefcase, Yoongi flinched as the window smashed on your side, chunks of glass raining down the door. But you kept your eyes ahead, unblinking as the car shot into the main street.

With the advantage of surprise, you were already off down the road before the chorus of sirens switched on behind you.

Twisting to look behind, Yoongi was met with several sets of dazzling blue lights. With a sharp exhale, he pressed himself back into the seat, swallowing harshly.

But you were stopping for no one.

Deftly turning the wheel, you brought the car careering through the traffic, weaving through gaps as they emerged.

Gaping, Yoongi slowly turned his head to watch you. Mouth set, your eyes never left the road, calculated despite the blood staining the side of your face. Even when it was right in front of him, the sight of you with blood dripping over your lashes and an engine clamouring under your feet was something he couldn’t fathom.

One thought seemed to circle his mind. What had happened since he had been away?

He clutched tighter to the briefcase wrapped in his arms and forced himself to look out of the window. The lights of other cars shot past in the darkness, streetlights and signs whizzing past. He remembered when he had first learned to drive, taking you out for dinner in a fast food parking lot while you giggled about how strange it felt.

Never did he mention where the money had come from.

And the times he had taken you out when your brother had drunk too much, or his flatmates got too loud. You would always shriek in exhilarated fear when he drove too fast.

The same smile you always summoned to his face almost made itself known again.

But then you were swerving once more, tyres clawing at the road to get purchase as you shot away down another turning. Yoongi fixed his eyes ahead.

This road was smaller, streetlights sparse but thankfully no sign of red or blue chased you along it.

Relaxing your grip on the wheel, you stole a glance at your companion, who pretended not to notice. Going at a slower speed, you blended in better with the silence the further you wound away from the city.

By the time the car glid along the docks, Yoongi’s heart had settled itself. After all this time, it shouldn’t have felt so natural to let quiet surround the pair of you, but somehow the stillness never felt heavy. It was like rediscovering a comforting smell, from somewhere in your childhood.

He stayed comfortably slumped against the seat, even after the engine cut out.

Equally, you did not move yet. For the first time in all the running and shooting, you allowed him to look at you. Stopped, returning his gaze with only slight trepidation.

If it wasn’t for the blood, you would only have looked as ruffled as a usual partygoer after a night out.

When he reached out, exhaling softly into the empty air, your gaze flitted down. But though you bit your lip, you couldn’t help but sigh at the familiarity of his fingertips, even after so long.

Cursing under his breath, he tugged at his tie until he could ball up the material to scrub at your head. One particularly jerky swipe had you flinching fractionally, but he pressed it softer the next time. Experienced at reading you, he noted the slight incline of your shoulders when the sticky blood had released your eye.

You finally looked up again when he pulled back, eyeing your temple with grim satisfaction.

Before you could think of all the times he had patched you up with a similar expression, or all the times you had done the same in return, a particularly noisy engine ripped across the bridge you had stopped under.

“We shouldn’t stay too long,” you breathed, and opened your door.

Climbing from his side, Yoongi felt rather clueless still holding the briefcase. As you reached him and led him away towards the deepest shadows beneath this bridge, your eyes lingered on it.

Your footsteps echoed hollowly from the bridge and the stone riverbank. Encompassed entirely in shadow, you stopped. Yoongi followed suit and set down the briefcase, watching your shoulders slump and your head hang. You did not turn around.

“It’s… been a while.”

Yoongi’s attempt at a conversation starter wasn’t entirely unsuccessful. The understatement echoed blandly, soon overtaken by startled laughter that shook your shoulders.

“You could say that.”

You turned slightly, still not facing him directly. A half-smile curved the corner of your lip he could see.

Then it fell.

“This is what you- this is why you left?”

There was no need for you to clarify what you meant. The briefcase, heavy in his arms, and the gun stowed in his blazer were answer enough.

A low and purposeless cough stalled his answer. Looking to the ground, his tongue pressed briefly to wet his lips.

“I didn’t see a choice,” he eventually spoke, “and I’m sorry. I know… you know I never would have-“

“It’s okay, Yoongi.”

You spoke with a nod and startling certainty. His breath caught.

“No. No, it wasn’t.”

“You’re in a gang. Already were. It was leave or put me in danger, I presume?”

Casting his eyes around helplessly, he nodded nonetheless.

“But something happened anyway. What happened?” he pressed.

“I’m sure you know how they- how they get you,” you sighed. A long pause followed, where you looked right at him, uncertain. “But please, Yoongi, it wasn’t your fault-“

His gaze darkened.

“What happened?”

Your breath in was shaky. He was unprepared for the way it launched him back in time. The confident, alert version of you that had crashed into him today was replaced by your younger self, sitting in your kitchen trying to explain a black eye to him.

Eventually, you started to explain.

“We were in debt. I was- they caught me stealing, although that time it was for Ethel next door-“ a choked laugh crossed your lips “-but that was it. I should have known. ‘They told me if I just did this one thing for them, they would let me off. Only, that’s what they told me the next time too, and, well…”

A humourless laugh filled the space as Yoongi ran through your words again. When he was first involved with bangtan, beginning to be known to their enemies, he knew it was no longer safe to be with you, lest they get their eye on you. He had been so preoccupied with this, he had never considered that he wouldn’t be there to protect you the way he had always been before.

You were only teenagers, but you had been his closest friend, and he would have been damned if he had to see you to steal, or stand up alone to your brother’s friends. You were practically glued to each others’ sides.

Not knowing how to voice everything at once, he stepped across the gap between you.

First setting his eyes on the dark gash at your forehead, his gaze slipped lower.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.”

A twitch of your eyebrow betrayed a frown.

“This is nothing.”

Yoongi had thought his heart couldn’t crack any more.

“What do you-“ he angrily started, but you held a hand up.

“It doesn’t matter. I never wanted you hurt either,” you spoke earnestly, looking right at him, “I missed you so much, Yoongi. But you could never shield me from everything. Even if I didn’t see all that you were doing, I was the one sitting with you and the first aid box at the end of the night.”

He could barely breathe from the weight of the memories. It was astounding how quickly the same feeling could flood back, the way his heart always swelled around you.

And you were right. He may have tried to fight your battles, but you were his protector too, back then. Why had he ever given that up?

Swallowing thickly, he turned back to the other matter on his mind.

“What did they do to you?”

He had to know. Especially when his words prompted you to drop his gaze, eyes clouding. Lowering himself a little to capture your eyes again, he brought a hand to your arm.

“Y/N. Tell me.”

A watery smile made its way to your lips, to his surprise.

“You haven’t changed,” you spoke fondly. When he still waited, you resigned yourself, and began to speak.

“It’s not the spectres you need to look out for most of the time. There isn’t much to fear from them, so long as I do what they ask. It’s just, if I don’t, they won’t come back for me. Surely you must know how it works, too?” you smiled grimly then.

But his brows only knotted together further. He knew bangtan had always been set against the spectres, but now he had another reason to despise them. He could imagine how anyone would learn to fend for themselves if they were going to be left for dead otherwise. And you thought that was normal?

Slowly, he shook his head.

“Bangtan are like my brothers,” he explained, “they would never leave me behind.”

You didn’t know whether to smile, as relief welled in you, or frown, confusion flickering over your face too.

“Oh.”

Unable to fill the silence, Yoongi gave in to his primary urge instead. Surging forwards, he wrapped you in his arms, holding your head tightly to him, uncaring whether he was getting blood all over him. Straight away, you were returning the loaded embrace.

Tilting his head, Yoongi pressed his lips against the uninjured side of your head. His arms shook slightly as they held you, simultaneously unable to pull you as close as he wanted nor to hold you with the care he felt you warranted.

You had always been so precious to him, and time had changed nothing.

“Come with me.”

His voice cracked, but he didn’t care. He felt your hands fisting tightly in the material at his back.

“This isn’t right,” he struggled on. He pulled back, though only a breath away, and brought his hands to cup your face, “you shouldn’t have to do this just to survive, fuck. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Come with me.”

Melting under the affection you had so nearly forgotten, you leaned into his touch.

But before you could accept, your eyes flickered away. Following them, Yoongi made out the briefcase, obscured as it was in this otherwise deserted darkness. You shook your head, still sandwiched by his hands.

“I’m meant to bring this back. Or…”

“They won’t hurt you again.”

“But bangtan – they’ll be mad too. We- we’re on different sides. I worked against them.”

“No. They’ll understand, I promise. Screw all this, screw the case. You are more important.”

For a moment, you were still. He watched your face carefully until you pulled back imperceptibly.

Lowering his hands at your movement, he watched you step over to it and pick up the case. His shoulders slumped. You returned, and walked past him.

He had no right to follow you if you were leaving. Had he not done this after all? Broken the very thing he was now begging to fix?

Still, he turned. Heart heavy, he looked on as you made your way closer to the car.

But you never got that far. You were straying to the water’s edge instead.

Yoongi tilted his head in curiosity as you unclipped the prim fastenings of the case. You lifted it up, and-

Shaking it over the water, the contents spilled out, a torrent of paper spiralling away below the riverbank, where it grew sodden. More and more joined them, disintegrating in the choppy surface to be snatched away by the current.

A smile had breathed life into his face when he reached your side.

The most natural thing in the world, his hand slipped into yours. Your familiar form tucked in close to him as you lowered the now empty briefcase, watching the notes, once so important but now so trivial, drift away.

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uvobreakmylegs · 4 years ago

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Compliance

another fic inspired by the opening scene of a horror movie. This time it’s Feitan being awful

Warnings: torture, graphic depictions of violence, graphic imagery, blood, slight smut, Feitan makes the reader do awful shit

“Stop screaming. We've barely gotten started.”

Feitan's words went unnoticed by the man strapped to the table beneath him, who yelled and struggled at his bonds as he tried to escape the hot poker Feitan was pressing against his side. You weren't sure who the man was; Feitan hadn't told you anything other than to get downstairs, and you'd done so without question. It was a scenario you were used to by now, and experience had taught you that if you just went along with it you were more likely to get out of this particular instance unscathed.

So when Feitan had kicked the struggling man into that torture room, the most you did was flinch at the noise. Trying to help the man would be a wasted effort and would just make Feitan upset with you, and you had no desire to give him any excuse to add to the scars that littered your skin.

You sat quietly in the corner as Feitan roughed the man up, stripping him from the waist up before he was strapped to the familiar metal table that sat in the center of the room.

It was sad that you were used to such things now. That he had shown you so much violence, so much darkness that resided within one man's soul, that you had become numb to it. It hadn't been like that at the beginning. Originally he needed to strap you to that chair to make you watch, and you cried and screamed at the things you saw. There had even been times where you had begged for the lives of those being tortured, and the results of doing so had been disastrous for both you and his victim as Feitan interpreted that as you having feelings for them. Those unfortunates were forced to linger on for days before they were granted the mercy of death, while the scars, bites and bruises he left on your skin increased in number.

Just don't say anything and get through it as best you can.

And that had worked for a time. You stayed as a silent observer in your corner while Feitan worked, only getting up when he had given you permission to do so. Do as he says and you won't get hurt.

But this time was going to be different.

Only a week ago he had confronted you, telling you that he wanted you to do more. When you'd asked him what that meant, he had rolled his eyes and answered “I'm not content with you just watching while I work anymore. I want you to assist me.”

It took a few seconds to realize that he was telling you to help torture people, and your throat seized up as you stared at him dumbly. Feitan just ignored your reaction, continuing by telling you that he'd let you choose what you wanted to do, that it could be as simple as taking out an eyeball or breaking a finger.

“I could even mark where you should cut,” he said mockingly, “would you like that? I paint the man, you cut the lines?”

You wouldn't be able to stomach doing the things that he did to people. But there was no way you would be able to talk your way out of this; there was nothing you could do once Feitan had made up his mind.

His musings on the tortures you would be able to perform got gradually more gruesome the longer he continued, and you needed to say something before he became upset with your lack of response and just chose for you. And with him, he would choose the worst thing he could think of.

Then your suggestion had spilled from your lips before you could really think about it, interrupting him. He paused and asked you to repeat yourself. You did so, and though it was hard to tell with the bandanna he wore, his facial expression didn't change, but you caught the slight glint in his eyes.

“..... Interesting.”

Feitan turned to leave the room, stopping only once to look back over at you while you tried not to have a panic attack as you second-guessed yourself and what you had volunteered yourself for.

“Teeth, huh?”

The hammer was heavy on your lap. The chisel was as well, but the hammer was a solid weight on your legs that you had to constantly readjust to try and feel comfortable, the gravity making it weigh like an anchor as you waited for Feitan to call you to his side.

By now Feitan had tossed the poker aside in favor of a new torture device, one that resembled a pair of pliers that he used to start the removal of the man's fingernails. The man screamed every time they were pulled out with a sickening rip, his struggles beginning anew when Feitan turned to deposit the nails into a small metal bowl to the side of him.

Feitan had barely looked at you this whole time and you hadn't been called up yet. A small, naive part of you hoped that you wouldn't have to. After all, you rationalized, the thing he wanted from you wouldn't help in interrogating the man – if anything, it would hinder it. Sometimes, when his victims were stubborn enough, they would hold out against the pain for as long as humanly possible, and that stubbornness would drive Feitan into such a rage that he would prolong their suffering long into the night, not being satisfied until he had put them through everything they were physically capable of and getting the satisfaction of watching the light in their eyes fade. It enraged him for anyone to defy him like that, and he wanted the pleasure of bringing them pain to belong to him and him alone. Maybe this man would be like that. It would mean immense pain for him, and you would need to sit there the entire time, but that way you wouldn't need to play any further part in this. But even as you silently begged the man to stay strong, you had a sinking feeling that you wouldn't be getting out of this. The man was a wreck, voice hoarse with tears and saliva streaming down the sides of his face as he begged for the torture to end.

Feitan reached the thumb of the man's left hand when he couldn't take it any more.

“I'll talk!” the man screeched, “I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but for the love of God, stop please!”

“Then talk,” Feitan answered, calmly setting down the pliers and leaning back while the man gasped for breath.

“Lie, and it'll be much worse,” he added.

The man nodded desperately, eager to please for the sake of his life. Meanwhile you sat with a pit forming in your stomach. Your eyes went back to the tools sitting in your lap and you would have let out a small sigh if you weren't worried that Feitan might notice.

“Th-the info was given to me by a-a woman! Her n-name was Marceline, I think!” the man yelled.

“You 'think'?” Feitan asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I-I know it was! That was her name!” the man insisted as his eyes grew wide on realizing his mistake.

“She's an older woman! Red hair, with a scar on her neck. She told me to feed that information to the troupe!” he continued.

“And you gave us that rotten info knowing it was a lie?”

“I-I just-!”

“You were hoping we'd fall for that trap, right? That none of us would come after you because we'd be dead,” Feitan's cold voice cut through.

“Too bad you're unlucky.”

The man flinched when Feitan picked the pliers back up.

“Please! I've told you everything!” he begged.

“I know.”

There was confusion in that man's eyes when Feitan turned his back on him, walking over to a shelf to place the bloody pliers. The man looked to you as he had done several times since the interrogation had started, confusion in his eyes as he tried to get some clue as to what was going to happen to him.

When Feitan spoke again, his words were directed at you.

“Get over here.”

The hammer and chisel hung at your sides as you stood, the hammer's weight pulling down on your dominant arm and making it hang slightly lower as you approached the table. Feitan walked towards it as well, a new device in hand while the man's protests began again, begging to be let go.

“I've told you everything!” he repeated.

“You said that,” Feitan answered, clearly annoyed.

“Then let me go! I'll do whatever you say, whatever the troupe wants, but don't hurt me anymore!”

Feitan tsked.

“Pathetic. So much bravado earlier, and now this.”

He wrenched the man's jaw open and slipped in a metal piece that fitted itself to either side of his mouth, forcing his mouth to stay open when Feitan's hands pulled away.

“What happens now isn't for the troupe. It's for my own pleasure,” he said.

His hands went into his pockets, and he glanced to you across the table.

“Your turn.”

They were words that you had been dreading, and your palms felt sweaty as you gripped the hammer to your chest, taking in deep breaths to try and calm yourself. The man was looking up at you, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull as he pleaded for you to stop, though the words weren't easy to understand with the way his lips had been forced open.

Feitan spoke your name in a warning tone and you bit your lip – if he needed to say anything else it would mean punishment for you.

Slowly, you lifted the chisel and placed the edge against the top of his central incisors. You couldn't stop the trembling in your hand and the chisel rattled against his teeth; to you it seemed like it echoed through the room.

When you lifted the hammer the man was red in the face, screaming at you to stop. You wished you could apologize to him, just let out a quick “I'm sorry” for what little it was worth. But Feitan wouldn't like that. And if you took any longer to get this started he would do something unspeakable to you.

You lifted the hammer over your head.

'Gravity does most of the work,' you told yourself. Like that helped.

You swung it down.

The crack that sounded reverberated in your ears as you stood petrified, watching the man beneath you writhe in pain after three of his teeth managed to fly out of his mouth, blood gushing from the open wounds. With the angle you had hit it them, some of the teeth behind the ones you had knocked out looked slightly askew and you looked back to the hammer, noting just how substantial its weight was.

“Do it again.”

Feitan's voice cut through your confused thoughts, and you rushed to comply, adjusting the chisel again without looking at him. He still sounded annoyed.

It sounded like the man was trying to beg you to stop again, but you ignored him as you swung your hammer again, taking out a canine and some of his premolars. They managed to fly out of his mouth again and hit the metal table sounding like pieces of hail on a car. You took less time to compose yourself after that, switching to the other side of his mouth and swinging again.

Even though he was practically out of his mind with pain, there was a hatred in the man's eyes as he looked up at you. It was hard to blame him for that, and you wished you had an excuse to stop, but fear of Feitan kept you in check as it usually did.

With the top gum having been turned into a mess of missing and broken teeth, you switched to the lower set. You were halfway done, you told yourself. Just a few more swings and then this would be over.

It wouldn't be, but hopefully your part in it would be ended.

You hit one of his bottom canines and a few drops of blood had somehow managed to spatter onto your cheek. Instinctively you set the hammer down, wiping at your face with a shaky hand. At least that gave you an reason for taking a break.

Feitan had been quiet since his last order, and throughout this you had been too scared to even look at him, fearing that might trigger him into some sort of action against you. But as the man gasped in pain, against your better judgment you looked over across the table.

Maybe it was because of your victim's screams, or just the way your heart pounded in your ears, but you didn't realize how heavily he was breathing until you looked at him. He had changed positions when you weren't looking, gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were turning white, his figure completely rigid and his eyes practically burning a hole in you, excitement dancing in that normally cold gaze.

Was he.... Aroused by this?

You snapped your head back to the man, whose protests had become weaker, only able to let out strained noises that vaguely resembled the word “no”. Picking up the hammer, you raised it once again. Just a little bit more, and then it'd be over. You could go back to your corner and let the numbness carry you through the rest of this scene.

Feitan's breathing was still audible.

The man's tongue was still moving, trying to form words to appeal to you.

The blood from the holes in his gums dripped down to the back of his throat, making him choke and cough up onto the now bloody edge of the chisel.

The amount of blood in that man's mouth.

And you were the one who did this to him.

“I'm going to throw up.”

The words barely escape your lips before you practically drop the hammer and chisel and rush out of the room, sprinting up the concrete steps to try and make it to the bathroom in time.

It was one of the few small mercies Feitan granted you, that you could leave if you felt like you were going to be sick. Turns out, for a man who tortures people for a living, Feitan had no tolerance for vomit.

But it was a small mercy with a stipulation: you needed to come right back after you were finished. And he would typically wait for your return before he continued, intent on you witnessing everything.

As you threw up the meal you had eaten earlier, the bile already a clear taste in your mouth, your mind went back to the image of that man, and how you could count that Feitan would make you finish what you had started. All you could hope for at this moment was that he wouldn't be too upset with you leaving in the middle of it.

Surprisingly, he was waiting for you outside of the bathroom. Though he seemed calmer now, you looked down to the floor immediately after your eyes met.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers, “I just needed a break. I'll go back down.”

“Don't bother,” he said, stopping you just as you made a move to walk past him.

“You did well enough. I'll let you off the hook for the rest of it.”

You nodded in response, but said nothing: whatever small mercy this is, there's going to be a catch somewhere.

“Go back to the bedroom. Undress, and wait for me.”

And there it is.

You looked back up at him, and while his posture was relaxed, that excitement you had seen earlier is still present in his gaze. So you were right that he was aroused, though perhaps at this point you shouldn't be too surprised about it.

“Okay.”

Feitan was already walking back to the basement stairway, and you wondered if he was going to kill that man downstairs, or set something up so that he was suffering even while Feitan had his way with you. For the sake of that soul down there, you hoped it was the former.

“Make sure you brush your teeth before I come back up,” he ordered.

He didn't take long to come back to the bedroom, spatters of blood visible on his dark clothes as he stalked towards your form while you sat still on the bed. His clothing was quickly removed and thrown to the floor, forgotten as Feitan used two blood-stained fingers to lift up your jaw and bring you into a chaste kiss.

The goosebumps that had formed on your arms while you had waited in the cold quickly vanished as he pushed you to your back, crawling over you to let his bloody hands trail over your body, tracing your healed scars while marking your skin with smears of that unfortunate man's blood. He kissed you again; this time it was more demanding and you opened your mouth in submission, the taste of cleansing mint still present as he dove his tongue in.

His hard length entered you shortly after and he started at a rough pace that had you grasping at the sheets, letting out small shrieks when he would lean down to bite you.

You would be hurting in the morning, but it was better to just go along with what he wanted.

He could do far worse than this.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 years ago

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Hold My Place

PART OF THE THIRD TIME’S THE CHARM COLLECTION

A/N: This... got out of hand. And I am not sorry. At all. This is the follow up to my first Marcus one shot, which can be found here if you need to catch up. (My masterlist is a disasterlist, so the Marcus link isn’t there yet. I’m working on it?) Also, if you would like to be tagged in future Marcus stories (or stories for any of my other characters) feel free to add yourself here.

Prompt: Bookmark

Warning: ITS A FLUFF AND A SMUT. IT’S A SMUFF. (and now i’m going to run and hide for 80eleven years)

WC: 4.3k

So much for sleeping in.

He closed his eyes, a laugh slipping out under his breath as he raised his coffee cup to his lips. Smiling, he took a sip and set the cup back down in the holder attached to the armrest, and turned his attention back to his phone. The train ride from Central Station to Schiphol International was only around 20 minutes, and he had been passing that time by scrolling through the messages that the two of you had sent back and forth to one another during his trip.

Of course he had called you when he could. The sound of your voice in his ear was infinitely more preferable to him than exchanging words on the screen, but between the six hour time difference, the case he was assisting on, and your work schedule, it simply wasn’t always possible. Communicating with text and photo messages wasn’t ideal, but it had kept the two of you connected through the week, all the way up until last night, when among other things he had sent you a message regarding his travel information.

Flight isn’t until 11- it’s non-stop and gets me back to Dulles around 3 but I wish it was earlier.

After getting back to his room from the brewery, he stretched out in the hotel bed and sent you that message. His suitcase sat open on the upholstered bench, already packed with everything aside from the toiletries and change of clothing that he would need for the morning. He had done a double check of the side table, making sure that he had all of his charger cables, his glasses, and his watch. The case files he had brought with him along with his laptop, badge and gun had been carefully secured. He had even re-packed the book he had brought with him that he thought he would read on the plane or in his free time before falling asleep. He chuckled to himself as he noted that the gap in the pages where his bookmark was slotted against the binding hadn’t moved at all.

I didn’t even touch it.

Normally when his job demanded that he get on a plane and stay in another city for an extended length of time, he’d bring a book, sometimes even two if it was a potentially long trip. Between traveling and waiting to meet with people, he typically had downtime that he liked to fill with pleasure reading- something to help him decompress from the stress of the day or to give his mind a break from being overworked. But this trip had been different in that he had never wanted an assignment to end sooner than he had with this one.

Never had anything to rush home to… but now I do.

Marcus hadn’t wasted a single second of free time not working on the case, pouring over files and closely inspecting photographs, fingerprints and records at the end of each day, in between meetings, even while he brushed his teeth in the mornings, in hopes that he could wrap things in Amsterdam up without having to extend his time there- his time away from you. It wasn’t his first time away from you in the nearly six months that you’d been dating. About a week after your third date he’d had to travel to Paris for ten days, and you had needed to spend a long weekend in Savannah meeting with potential clients just last month, so it wasn’t that he was anxious about how or if the time apart might have changed things between you. When it came to you, to you and him, nothing made him anxious. He simply missed you.

I wish it was earlier too, but at least you can sleep in!

He missed sleeping in with you. He missed your laugh against his skin, your smile against his lips. He missed the sunlight through the blinds on your face while you fought for those last few seconds of slumber, and the moonlight in your eye lashes while your breaths slowed and deepened and your body relaxed alongside his. He missed kissing you goodnight on the evenings that you didn’t sleep in the same bed, knowing that he was only a few hours from getting to do it again. He missed meeting you in the middle of your busy days to get lunch at one of the food trucks halfway between his office and yours. He missed wrapping his arms around you on the couch and feeling your back resting atop his chest, your socked feet mingling with his before both of your socks along with the rest of your clothes ended up in a heap on the floor.

He missed everything about you.

Using his thumb to scroll a little further through his phone as the overhead message system alerted riders that the train was approaching Schiphol, he came to the end of the message thread. You had asked him to call you, not just send a text, before boarding his flight in the morning, stating that you knew it would be early on your end but that you wanted to hear his voice before he left the ground. Reading it again now had the same effect on him that it had when he read it the night before, your words bringing a smile to his face and making his heart beat harder.

Just call me, Pike. I’ll answer. Sleep well, miss you. xx

He thought about those two little x’s all damn night. Those two little x’s woke him up early, brought a rush of heat up his neck, made him think of all the things that those two little x’s stood for and how it would feel when he got his hands on you to interpret them.

Before he could get too lost in what those x’s could mean, the train pulled into the airport station and Marcus grabbed his suitcase and carry-on from the luggage rack above his head. Stepping out onto the platform, he slipped his phone, passport and boarding pass into his jacket pocket and followed the signs for international departures. After checking his bag and grabbing another cup of coffee, he made his way to the gate, excitement building steadily with each step towards you that he took.

Damn. She really… He shook his head, smiling down at his shoes as he took a seat in the waiting area. Once his work on the case had ended, you were all he was capable of thinking about. And I don’t mind one little bit. He sighed and took a sip of his coffee, cheeks still slightly rounded from the grin you put there from across the Atlantic.

He wanted to wait until the last possible moment to give you a call in case you were still sleeping, but he still had some time to kill before boarding started. Remembering the book he’d brought and neglected, he set his cup on the ground between his feet and pulled his reading material from his bag. Picking his beverage back up, he bit the rim of the cup to hold it momentarily. Sliding both index fingers into the space formed by his bookmark, he pulled the pages apart to let the book open across his lap. Right hand moving up to remove his cup from his teeth, he squinted down at the rectangular strip of blank cardboard that marked his place. What is… that’s not my-

He picked it up, pinching it between the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand, and turned it over. As soon as he did, he recognized your handwriting in blue ink, and another surge of warmth and affection for you washed over him.

Have a good flight and a safe trip Marcus! Miss you already! xx

You had changed out his bookmark for a note, likely making the switch while he was in the shower the morning that he left. He had spent the night at your place since it was closer to the airport which meant that he’d have a shorter commute and get to spend more time with you, and you must have taken advantage of the only fifteen minutes that he wasn’t next to you to execute your plan. That’s why she kept asking me how my book was. You had asked him at least three times if he’d gotten any time to read, if he was enjoying the plot. He tapped the cardboard against the pages and looked down at your looping lettering again. She wanted to see if I found her note. Sighing to himself, he lifted the handmade, makeshift bookmark to his lips. This woman. She’s… Swallowing down the caution he had thus far approached his feelings for you with, he allowed himself the thought that he knew he’d been feeling for a while.

She is everything to me. I love her.

Tucking your note behind the dust jacket, he pulled out his phone to check the time. He still had about an hour before take off, so he waited to dial your number, reading a few chapters before sticking his new bookmark between the pages where he left off and boarding the plane. Once in his seat, he knew that his window for using his phone was closing, so he pulled it out again and this time he did press the green call button next to your name. It only rang twice before you picked up, and as soon as you did he felt himself think it again.

I love this woman.

“Mmm,” you hummed into the receiver, and even though an ocean lay between you instead of just sheets, he felt his heartbeat quicken like it did when he could reach over and touch you. “G’morning, Marcus.”

He spoke your name, a smile immediately curving his lips upwards around it. “Good morning. Hope you slept well.”

You yawned, a small squeak coming through the phone making him close his eyes and release a breath, and then answered. “I’ll sleep better tonight when you’re here.” Another yawn broke through and then you were continuing. “When you’re home.”

Home. He was staying with you again that night, and you had just referred to your place as his home. I… she… But even if it sent him sputtering, he knew that it was true- he had felt just as much at home with you at your house as he felt when you were together in his apartment, and he realized that it wasn’t the address on the building that made the difference. “Yeah,” he said through another grin, this one awed at the way your lives had so easily come together. “Me too. Can’t wait to be home.” He cleared his throat as you hummed sleepily, and went on. “Got your note, by the way. I’m sorry I didn’t find it sooner, I just… I didn’t spend any time reading on this trip”

“Oh!” He heard a muffled laugh and imagined you rolling halfway into your pillow. “Good, I’m glad you found it before you got h-” this time the yawn cut right down the middle of the word home, but he understood, laughing and agreeing with you.

“So where is my bookmark?” He scratched at his bearded chin, tilting his head to look out the window as the rest of the passengers continued to board. “Are you using it in your book, or-”

Your answer was immediate and it stole the sleep from your voice. “It’s holding your place, Marcus.”

Holding my place? What does that-

Before he could ask you though, his phone vibrated against his ear to alert him that a message had come through. “Hold on, I just-” He pulled the phone down to see that it was a photo message from you, and without thinking twice he swiped his finger across the screen to open it.

Holy shit.

His eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw what you had sent him, and he quickly shielded his phone away from any nearby eyes. There on his screen was his bookmark- snug against your skin and tucked into the elastic band of your underwear, the shiny gold metal rectangle visible above and below the blue lacy band. The shock of it hadn’t even fully set in yet when his phone buzzed twice more- one displaying the placeholder between your breasts, another a close up of it pressed between your lips.

Damn. Holy… damn.

Suddenly realizing that you were still on the phone, he brought it back to his ear, your name coming out more of a hiss than he intended but there was little he could do about that. “What did you… are you-” You were laughing, the sound only invigorating the need to get his hands and mouth on you. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be for me to sit through this-”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea of how hard it will be, Marcus.”

He groaned, closing his eyes. “I walked into that one.” Letting out a sigh that did nothing to release the tension that you were stoking in him, he swore and said your name under his breath. “You are so damn gorgeous. I’m the luckiest-”

“Not as lucky as you’re gonna be,” you said, and he could hear how satisfied with yourself you were for pulling this one off.

“Damn I gave you that one, too, huh?” I love her. Even if this is going to be the most difficult flight of my life.

You didn’t have time to answer though, the flight attendants coming around to ask everyone to turn off their devices as the crew readied for takeoff. “Guess you have to go?”

“Yeah, guess I do. And as soon as I get through that door?”

“Shh- don’t tell me, Marcus… show me.” Oh, you asked for it. “Get home safe, see you soon.”

“See you soon,” he responded, before hanging up and having to face the colossal challenge of making it through a trans-Atlantic flight with those pictures in his mind.

.. .. .. .. ..

Traffic had delayed both of you, Marcus calling to let you know when he landed and then again when he had picked up his car from long term parking. You weren’t home yet, telling him that you were running late and that you might be in the shower when he got there, and even though he knew you were probably planning something that was now thrown off by the delay, the idea of getting home to you in the shower fit right into his plans. “You have your key though, right? Just use that, let yourself in.”

It was incredible to him how quickly you could flip his thoughts from your wet, glistening skin, the water dripping over your curves, to the warmth that all of your small actions- the note in his book, wanting to hear his voice before he flew, giving him a key to let himself in- brought to his heart. “Alright,” he agreed, dizzy by now with how badly he needed to crush you against his chest, find your lips with his and kiss you more deeply than he ever had. “See you in the shower, then.”

Driving the speed limit had never been as impossible as it was then, and he fought the urge to press his foot to the floor and break the damn law to get to you sooner.

When he finally got there, lugging his suitcase up your front steps and turning his copied key in the lock, he’d already undone his tie and shed his jacket. The sound of the pipes told him that you were still upstairs in the shower, and kicking off his shoes, he took the steps two at a time and started working at the buttons on his shirt. As he got closer to the bedroom where the shower in use was located, he could smell your bodywash, the scent only pushing him more out of his mind for you and pulling a breathy groan from him that turned into a call of your name. Shrugging out of his button down, he tossed in on your bed before making quick work of his belt and socks while you called back.

“Marcus? I’ll be out in a minute, just-”

But there was no way that he was going to wait. Not after a week away from you. Not after what he realized about how he felt for you, and certainly not after those pictures. Undoing the zipper and stepping out of his pants, he pulled off his undershirt and opened the bathroom door, walking in wearing just his boxer briefs. “Don’t get out,” he said as you slid the frosted shower door open and stuck your head out. “I’m coming in.”

He watched your chest heave, beads of water falling from your hair to trickle in rivulets between your breasts and down your abdomen, watched you bring your hand up to your chest. “Hi,” you pushed the door open even further as elation and desire erupted over your features.

“Hi,” he leaned forward to press a scruffy kiss to your soft, wet lips, pulling his boxers down at the same time. “Those pictures you sent me… and all you say is hi?” He spoke the last part in a low voice and he felt the shiver it brought on in you as he stepped under the water and slid his hand around to the small of your back. “I think I can get more out of you than hi.”

With that, he kissed you again, his tongue delving into your mouth as both of you let out small moans of appreciation for the feel of skin on skin, his hands roaming your hips, your ass your collarbone, yours claiming his chest and shoulders. “Missed you so damn much,” he bent down to speak into your ear, teeth closing lightly around the lobe to pull a sigh from you as he brought both hands to the backs of your thighs, tapping one to get you to lift it and guiding your foot up onto the tile bench that was built into your shower. “Missed every damn thing about you.”

You tried to say that you missed him, too, but your words dissolved under the hot water and the stroke of his thick fingers along the velvety flesh at the apex of your thighs, and he felt himself grow even harder at how clearly you wanted him. Unable to waste another second, he cupped the side of your face in one large palm and ducked his head down to kiss you again, wanting to taste your moans the moment that he entered you. You clutched into him, both arms going around his neck as you cried out into his mouth, but soon he felt you meeting his thrusts with your hips, and he broke the kiss to focus on you, watching as you came undone and groaning as he felt you clench around him, pulling out only to be wrapped up by your shaking palm, your thumb sliding around the head of him before moving your wrist at roughly the same pace you’d been using while he was still inside you. “Missed you, too, Marcus… needed this… needed you.”

Your words alone would have taken care of him at that point, but combined with your touch he stood no chance of lasting longer than a few seconds, and he came with his forehead pressed into your shoulder, his arm tight around your back and your shuddering breaths on his sternum. Turning his head just enough to seek out skin with his lips, he dragged them over the bottom of your jaw to leave a trail up to the corner of your lips. “That was one,” he murmured, eyes closed as the hand that cupped your cheek moved to cradle the back of your head. He pulled back and blinked them open to look at you, his chest swelling as soon as his eyes met yours.

“What?” you asked through a breathless laugh, shaking your head, hands running down his back.

“Nothing,” he rubbed the tip of his nose against the side of yours. “Let’s get dried off, yeah?”

You agreed with a nod, eyes still hooded from what he’d just done to you, and after rinsing off you both got out, Marcus reaching for the towels on the rack and using one to pull you into another kiss before letting you dry yourself off.

He didn’t let you do much more than than, though. As soon as he was no longer soaking wet, he ditched his towel in the haphazard pile of his clothes, swept the shirt and belt he’d thrown on the bed aside, and in one fell swoop grabbed and tossed you on the bed in their place.

“Marcus!” You laughed as he climbed up next to you, advancing on you as you lay back into the pillows and not stopping until he was settled between your legs. “You…”

“No, you.” He hooked one arm under one of your legs and leaned in to kiss your knee. “You have been on my mind for the last week.” He kissed higher on your thigh. “And then this morning? You sent those pictures.” The last word came out in a huff, the sensation of his breath on your skin making you release your own strangled breath. “You drove me crazy with those, you know that?”

“Mmm… yeah,” you admitted. “That was the point.”

He let out a low chuckle that was more threat than it was laugh. “Oh, your point was made.” His mouth had traveled up your leg now, almost to the place where it met your pelvis, lips barely ghosting over your flesh. “Loud and clear,” he whispered, hooking his other arm in the same fashion as the first. “And now? It’s my turn to make a point.”

With that, he lowered his head until he was in position, and then he heard you cry out, the sound muffled as you stuffed your own forearm over your lips as his lips covered you, as his tongue pushed into you, as his fingers drew circles wherever they contacted your body.

Mouth sealed to your skin and tongue still curled inside you, he let out a throaty hum at the scrape of your nails down the back of his neck. Damn, she’s- You inhaled sharply and he let his eyes flick up in time to watch your lips move as you mouthed his name, your chest rising more quickly with each breath you took. He unfurled his tongue, groaning again at the high whining sound you made before repeating his name, this time with more volume but just as much need.

“Marcus, I-” Your head pressed into the pillow, back lifting in a slight arch to raise your hips off of the mattress. “I’m…”

I know. You were close. Not only were you damn near panting, but he could feel and taste exactly how near the cliff you were, and he knew if he wasn’t careful you would pull him over it with you. With one last slow stroke of his tongue, he withdrew it from your body and he had to circle his palms around to the tops of your thighs to coax you back down to the bed. He let out a hot, shaky breath against your sensitive flesh, kissing the place he’d just sucked and licked, nearly as tortured as you were from cutting himself off.

Before you could protest his sudden absence though, he brought his right hand back beneath your leg, calf still hiked over his shoulder, and sunk two fingers into you. Keeping them unbent and unmoving, he turned his face just enough to drag his scruff over your inner thigh, feeling as your body clenched hungrily around his digits.

“Marcus,” you reached for him, carding your fingers through his damp hair and making a loose grip, tugging to get him to look at you. “W-what are you-”

“What was it you told me?” He mumbled against your soft skin, left arm wrapped around your right leg, thumb tucked into the crease where your thigh met your hip and fingers splayed over your side. He glanced up at you then, the drunken look in your eyes spurring him on. “Holding my place?” Your teeth dug into your plush bottom lip, and he continued. “So I know where I left off.”

The sound that left your lips then was as ragged as he’d ever heard come from you, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing he had ever heard. “Well… are you… are you gonna-”

He smirked then, watching your eyes as they blew wide at the deliberate curl of his fingers. Pairing the slow movement with the stroke of his thumb, he brought you over the edge a second time. “That’s two,” he whispered into another kiss.

“Marcus… two? What?” You panted, pawing at him, completely torn apart for him.

“You sent me three pictures, right?” He asked, your responding moan nearly enough to finish him again. “Then I have one more place to pick up from,” he told you, helping you lay back in a more comfortable position and leaving a delicate kiss near the corner of your eye. “Thanks for holding my place for me.” He dropped his voice to just a whisper then and you whimpered as you returned both of your hands to his body.

“You don’t need a bookmark to hold me, Marcus,” you told him. “I’m yours, anytime.”

Anytime. His. You were his.

His heart pounded in his chest with how those words made him feel, and he smiled at you, shifting himself so that his hips were lined up with yours. “No time like the present,” he said, taking you in his arms and letting you gasp into his neck as he pushed into you once more, making good on all three of the places you held for him.

Thank you for reading! If you would like to be added to or removed from the tags for this or any of my stories, please feel free to let me know! If there is anything that you would like to see me write for Marcus Pike, please don’t hesitate to send your ideas and I will see what I can do! :)

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itwasrealtome · 4 years ago

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A break for a better day

Scarlett Johansson x Chris Evans x daughter! reader

⚠️ DO NOT READ IF THIS MIGHT TRIGGER YOU

Fluff | REQUESTED | Scarlett Johansson Masterlist

Summary: After weeks of preparation, Y/N breaks down on the eve of her wedding to the man of her dreams. Fortunately, her parents, Scarlett and Chris, are there to help her through this umpteenth ordeal, just as always.

Content Warning: Anxiety | Being overwhelmed | Fear of getting married | Reader crying | IN THIS OS SCARLETT AND CHRIS.E ARE MARRIED > please keep in mind that this is fiction

A/N: This OS was my first ever. It’s definitely not the best. But I hope that if you’re reading this now, years later, you can still enjoy it a bit. Also, I would recommend to check out the main Masterlist, you may find other one shots or fics that you like.

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Y/N had never been as close to that day as she was. She had spent so many sleepless nights, her head full of dreams, a feeling so strong in her chest that was waiting to reach its climax. But here she was, eyes full of tears, heart heavy with doubts. She kept begging anyone who could hear her to swallow her between her blankets and stop time. She needed a break. Just a few minutes, maybe hours, to stop her mind from thinking too much.

On the eve of achieving what she had always dreamed of since her encounter with that angelic being she had the chance to call hers, she was ready to break into a thousand pieces. The attention paid to her became ridiculously excessive, and the whole arrangement of the wedding was driving her crazy. She felt like she was losing control every day a little more. A mixture of emotions, mainly fatigue, anxiety, and fear, was beginning to get the better of her. And as all her loved ones gathered in the living room, excited to witness an event so grand to them, Y/N had taken refuge in the only room in the penthouse where she still felt safe.

Scarlett, after spending what seemed to her to be hours on the phone, turned her attention to the central room of her home. She could witness, like anyone else, the joy emanating from each of her friends. They were all one big family now, after spending so many years working together. And she couldn’t help but feel grateful to have the chance to live in such a safe and honest space.

Robert and Anthony couldn’t agree on the content of the playlist, even after several hours of debate. They spent most of their time arguing, each trying to show each other by a + b that their musical tastes were the best. Sebastian looked at them with an amused smile, sometimes daring to emit the fact that each of his two friends had bad taste and that in any case, the decision was ultimately up to Y/N. No matter what he said, it didn’t make things any better, so he ended up drinking his beer while enjoying the show.

Elizabeth seemed to have slipped away, as the Black Widow actress could not see her in the room anymore. But she found the blue eyes of her husband, who was sitting right there, a fine smile on his lips, unable to look away. This man, who was only a stranger at first, became her best friend, before being the love of her life. And Scarlett couldn’t be happier than she was. She was loved, and loved just as much in return. Her only wish was that her daughter, Y/N, would go through the same thing. That’s all she wanted.

“Do any of you know where Y/N is?” Lizzie’s voice was heard from the door frame. “I need her to choose between two flavors of frosting for tomorrow, and I can’t find her.”

A sudden silence replaced all the turmoil of the previous days. They realized that the only person they had been working for for days was no longer by their side. The place occupied by Y/N was empty, and had been for a while, but since they were too focused on their activities, no one had noticed.

“I thought she just wanted to pour herself another drink.”

Scarlett grimaced at Seb’s words. Something was wrong, she knew it. Y/N may not have been made of her blood and flesh, but they were linked as a mother would be linked to her child. She exchanged a brief glance with Chris (E), sharing her concern, before getting up.

“We should look for her, something might be wrong.”

By mutual consent, each of them rose, ready to walk the whole penthouse in order to find the young woman.

“Maybe she needed some intimacy with Tom.”

Chris shook his head gently, arms folded against his chest, a nascent grimace on his face.

“Gross.”

Robert laughed, and raised his hands in the air.

“C’mon, you’re letting her marry a man tomorrow. You must know your daughter has a sex life, right?”

After several minutes of searching through the immensity of the property, Y/N was not found. There was only one room left on Scarlett’s list of possible locations. It seemed too obvious, and she was a little hopeless, gnawed away by fear of finding her child in distress, but she had to try. She knocked on the door, standing right behind.

“Y/N?”

The (almost) bride barely stood up at the hearing of her mother’s voice. She couldn’t hold back her tears. Every attempt was an additional setback. All the pressure of the last few months was just trying to get out.

“Honey? I know you’re in there.” Scarlett took a deep breath. “Can I come in? It’s just me, I promise.”

Trembling, Y/N stepped out of her blankets and opened the door. On her face laid many traces of tears. Her eyes were red and ready to provide many more droplets of water. It broke the actress' heart. She must have seen her daughter cry dozens of times before, but never imagined seeing her so badly the day before her wedding.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Y/N plunged into her mother’s arms, unable to find words enough to describe how she felt. It was too much. Everything was getting too much. And she wasn’t enough.

When she finally lifted her head from her mother’s neck, she became aware of their position. The door was closed again, and they were back in the heat of the blankets. She must have lost track of time and space, since she had not felt the other woman wrapped her in a bubble of sweetness. They hadn’t been in such a position for years, reinforcing Y/N’s feeling of being back in childhood. Scarlett had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders, creating protection from the outside world. Her arms were wrapped around her child’s bust, and she had no intention of letting go of her grip.

Little by little, Y/N felt soft lips on her forehead. The scent of the woman who had changed the course of her life had always been intoxicating, and it still was. This had the power to calm all the anxieties of Y/N, no matter how intense they were. That was what she missed most every day since she left the family nest, the love of her parents. She couldn’t complain about her life, everything was going pretty well since she came to the Johansson-Evans. But living away from the couple who had raised her for years was harder than she had imagined. And now that she was about to live with what she hoped would be the love of her life, all her anxieties were coming to the surface. It had been a boiling volcano for too long, and it was now reaching a peak.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours, angel?”

Y/N sniffed loudly, finally emptied of all her tears.

“You don’t think it’s a mistake, do you?”

Faced with the actress’s silence, and comforted by the gentle caresses on her back, Y/N continued to speak.

“I’m scared mama. Everything’s going so fast, and I… I mean, what if I’m making a mistake? Maybe it’s too soon, you know, maybe – maybe we should not, do, this.”

“It’s okay to be scared Y/N. I just want you to remember why you said yes to Tom, can you do that for me?”

Y/N nodded gently, nervously playing with the fabric of her mother’s shirt.

“He’s a really sweet guy. He always tries his best, and never stops helping others. He knows how to make me laugh, and, he never raised his voice at me. In fact, he’s actually very gentle with me. I think the reason I said yes, is because he knows exactly how to love me, and I love him too.”

A smile had found its way on the young woman’s face. She remembered again. She remembered the reason why she had accepted the request of this man who seemed so perfect to her. She remembered all those moments of happiness she shared afterwards, when she announced her engagement to her parents, or when the rest of her family and friends heard about it. She remembered the many hours she spent trying on dresses, and the tears in her mother’s eyes when she finally found the perfect one. She remembered the long evenings she spent with the same people present that day, to organize what had to be the best day of her life.

Someone gently knocked on the door, allowing Y/N to escape her thoughts. Her father walked into the room, anxiety filled his eyes. He joined them in the bed, although the bed originally could only accommodate one person.

“Does my little butterfly need a big family hug ?”

Y/N found herself trapped between her parents, like the child she once was. Hundreds of kisses came tickling her face. But it was her father’s fingers against her ribs that made her forget every anxiety she once felt. She laughed as she had not laughed for many days.

After hearing his daughter’s anguish, Chris couldn’t help but try to make her laugh again.

“You know, if unfortunately things go wrong, and you have to get divorced, I’m sure your mother will know exactly how to help you.”

Under the laughter of her relatives, Scarlett gave up her threatening face and burst out in laughing in her turn.

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The big day came faster than Y/N had imagined. She had already spent much of the morning in a rush and what looked strangely like a scene of chaos. But she had found rest. Scarlett was standing behind her and doing her hair. It helped Y/N keep her feet on Earth, and not give in to her fears. Then everything came together faster than ever, and Y/N was already hanging on her father’s arm, breathless.

“I know I’ve told you this before, darling, but you’re beautiful, and I’m very proud of you.”

“Dad, stop, I’m going to cry.”

Chris laughed softly, tears filled his eyes.

“If it’s any consolation, we’re offering you a honeymoon on an island similar to the Esme one.”

Chris took advantage of his daughter’s shock to take her down the alley to the rhythm of the music.

Y/N realized then that she had never had any reason to panic. All the people she loved were here for her, with her, because they loved her. All without exception.

#scarlett johansson x reader #chris evans x reader #scarlett johansson x daughter reader #oneshot #part one

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lifeofkaze · 4 years ago

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An Art of Balance - Epilogue

Orion Amari x MC

A/N: No words, just the epilogue. Excuse while I go cry happy tears in a corner. (Also, please don't forget to read Chapter 35 before!)

Word Count: ~ 1.000

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Epilogue: Of Endings and Beginnings

It had been almost two weeks since Hufflepuff had been able to claim the Quidditch Cup for their own.

The fact that Lizzie and Orion had finally managed to sort things out and become an official thing had spread like wildfire. They hadn’t only been the talk of the Hufflepuff Common Room for the next few days; to her utter mortification, Lizzie had heard her name whispered by countless of her peers. Every time she had been greeted by smug grins and comments along the lines of “Thank Godric, finally!” she would have very much liked to sink into the ground.

Orion, on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to mind the attention too much.

“Sometimes eyes uninvolved see more clearly than those that are clouded by emotions,” he had shrugged it off when Lizzie had voiced her annoyance at being the centre of attention yet again.

Still, both of them had been glad when the teasing had eventually started to die down a few days later.

The one pestering her the longest had probably been Skye; she hadn’t let one single chance escape her to tease her. If she hadn’t made fun of Lizzie, she had jokingly threatened her with serious repercussions, should they fail to defend their title next season because her fellow Chasers couldn’t concentrate on what actually mattered.

She had only stopped when Lizzie had made a throwaway comment on her way to the Ravenclaw Tower to meet up with KC for studying, inviting Skye to come along.

“What business do I have with the Ravenclaws?”

Lizzie had blinked at her innocently. “Oh, I don’t know; I thought you were rather friendly with one or the other now.”

Skye had scowled at her. “What makes you think that?”

Secretly enjoying the way the colour had drained out of Skye’s face, Lizzie had grinned smugly. “Just a feeling; a proper reason beats me, I guess.”

After that, she had enjoyed her peace and quiet while Skye had tried to hide her furiously blushing face.

But both the gossip as well as the excitement about the Quidditch Cup had slowly but surely made way for the omnipresent flare of nerves about the impending finals.

The first round of exams was only two days away by now and the Hufflepuff Common Room was packed to the brim. Although every table and open space was occupied, it was enveloped in concentrated silence; the only noises discernible were the scratching of feathers on parchment, the rustling of pages being turned and the occasional sigh of frustration. Everyone was brooding over their notes; especially the fifth- and seven-years were groaning under the strain of their final preparations for their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s.

Lizzie and her friends had been gathered in their favourite spot in front of the central fireplace for hours now, an assortment of books and scrolls scattered in a circle around them. They were all working in silence; not even Tonks and Skye had the headspace to complain about the workload anymore.

Lizzie was currently in the process of comparing her and Rowan’s Arithmancy calculations, trying to discern why they had come to different conclusions. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she listened to Rowan’s whispered explanations. She couldn’t help but notice how glad she was to have her favourite study partner back again.

Rowan had taken the news of her and Orion surprisingly well; even though she had given them their blessing, Lizzie had been apprehensive of her reaction. But to her relief, Rowan had been nothing but supportive ever since. She still was a little more reserved than what Lizzie was used to, but she had a feeling that they were on a good way to restore their friendship.

Ignoring her wandering thoughts, Lizzie tried to concentrate on her number chart again; however much she tried, though, the tiny numbers were blurring in front of her eyes and Lizzie felt her attention slipping again. With a sigh, she closed her textbook and rubbed her eyes. It was no use, she couldn’t get another ounce of knowledge into her tired brain.

Standing up, she stretched her back for a moment. Over on the far side of the Common Room, she spotted Murphy and Orion, a board of chess sitting between them.

Murphy looked up and smiled at her as Lizzie hugged her boyfriend – the thought still made her mind reel – from behind, resting her chin on top of his head.

He didn’t raise his eyes from the board but she could hear the smile in his voice as he put a hand on her arms that were lying draped around his shoulders.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “If you ask me, I think I have studied enough for the rest of my life, but at the very least for today.”

Orion reached for his knight and moved it forward, but judging by Murphy’s confident grin, her presence had distracted him into making a disadvantageous move. He sighed as Murphy moved his queen into a new position and smugly declared checkmate.

Leaning back against her, he dipped his head into his neck to be able to look at her. “Your refusal to prepare for your exams just cost me that match, Chaser.”

“Sorry about that,” she laughed, stepping around his armchair and gently kissing him; it still felt strange for her to be able to do that. But when she felt him smile against her lips, the thought vanished as quickly as it had come.

“And besides,” she grinned and nudged him playfully as she reached for one of his chess pieces, “as someone very dear to me regularly likes to point out: It’s all about the balance.”

THE END

#hphm #hogwats mystery #quidditch #orion amari #lizzie jameson #aob #art of balance #the quidditch squad #exhaling deeply #taking a bow #all the feels and thank yous to all of you #what a ride #but we're here #excuse imma go cry

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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Childhood Sweethearts

Pairing: Cordelia Chase x fem!reader

Request: Hi! could i make another cordy request 🥺👉👈 i thought i would come off anon, for this one! How about cordy and reader are like childhood friends and she comes to sunnydale to visit and cordy is obliviabout readers feelings for her, and buffy is like “girl, are you blind, she likes you!” thank u! 🥺

Requested by: @onehellagaykid

You and Cordy had grown up together. You were so close, you had gone through everything together. She was the sweetest, but only ever to you. She was very protective of you, of your friendship. To anyone else she was blunt and sometimes accused of being a bit of a bully in the playground.

But the truth was, she was one of the kindest souls you had ever met even at your young age you knew there was nobody else for you. You imagined a wedding, planning it in secret and hiding the pages under your pillow, longing for this dream to be realised.

You still wore the best friends necklace you bought together before she had to move away. Before she moved to Sunnydale. It was cheap, but it meant more to you than the most precious bond.

It meant her. Her love. Friendship. You had one side of the heart pendant and she had the other.

You didn’t realise but she still wore it too. She had a more expensive taste now, but she did not want to part with it. She kept it under her clothes, snapping at anyone that dare say anything about it.

You were visiting Sunnydale for the summer. She had invited you to stay. You were so pleased, you had worried that she had forgotten about you.

The distance made you ache. Being apart from her, it almost physically hurt. You wanted to hold her hand, wake up to her face beside yours. You yearned for her in every sense, to have her attention for even a moment it made you happy beyond compare.

When she invited you, you worried that she may have changed. That she might not want to be your friend anymore. You knew she had been popular and you knew all about the things she faced in Sunnydale. You had met a vampire before and so you knew she wasn’t lying to you.

You spoke almost every week on the phone, shared all your secrets still, but you still worried that it may have changed when you saw her in person.

When you arrived, she embraced you in the biggest hug, gushing about how much she had missed you. It made you glow. Smile so wide. It was exactly like old times. You were so relieved so happy in her presence.

You relaxed together, her telling you everything she wanted to show you and do now that you were here. After a while, she did admit that you would have to go to a Scooby meeting at Giles’ house the next day. She couldn’t avoid it unfortunately, there was something spooky happening apparently.

You were a little disappointed, you wanted to have her alone. But you were excited to see the people she spent time saving the world with. You told her all the time how proud of her you were that she was one of the people that helped stop evil.

You arrived at Giles’ in the later morning and became introduced to her little group of friends she insisted to all except you that weren’t really her friends. She trusted you and so explained her weird fondness for them.

Buffy, Willow, Oz and Xander were very friendly and introduced themselves. As did Giles after he gave Cordelia a withering look for bringing a friend to a very important meeting. They began to try and speak in code in front of you, not realising that Cordelia told you everything.

“Um, the, uh, bumpy forehead brigade are out in force” Xander said from the corner of his mouth as if this was the height of secrecy.

“Gang! Local gang, very scary!” Buffy shouted, alarmed.

“Perhaps y/n should-” Giles started, concerned that this was going to prevent them all from serious discussion.

“Guys, chill. She knows all about demons and the gross ugly things around here!” Cordy announced and shrugged, turning to return her eye contact to yours. Both of you gazing longer than would be comfortable for anyone else. She looked away first, pretending to focus on the stake she was supposed to be whittling.

The meeting carried on and you picked up some wood and tried to copy Cordy’s actions. Now you knew why her grade had gone up so suddenly in woodwork, she had a lot of practice, even during Summer.

You were struggling with the stake and she took your hand in hers and tried to guide it. You shivered, smiling at her and not able to concentrate at all now. She whispered that you should probably just give up which made you laugh. She knew she could be honest, almost to a fault with you so you set it down and just listened.

The older man, Giles, spoke the most. With Buffy, the slayer chipping in and the rest adding a little humour here and there.

Cordy leaned in every so often, explaining all the gossip between all the people you had just met. She made you giggle and you were having trouble hiding it from them. As she spoke, she became so close you could smell her perfume. You watched her lips as she spoke. They looked so soft and she was wearing the strawberry scented lip gloss she always did. You wondered how it would taste. How her soft lips would feel against your own.

You were hers. Completely.

You were afraid she would never know. That she would never understand the feelings that you harboured. How your heart was, and always had been hers to do as she pleased with.

Talk then moved to the film that Xander, Willow and Oz planned to watch at the cinema later that day. It was one of your favourite genres. You got really excited and started to talk to them about it animatedly.

“Would you like to join us? We have a spare ticket” Willow offered as Oz just shrugged. He wouldn’t mind. Xander smiled too, you seemed nice and he decided it was better than playing third wheel to Willow and Oz.

“Do you mind?” You turned to Cordelia, making sure she wouldn’t be upset. You hated it when she felt left out. But she nodded, smiling. She knew how much you liked those films and she didn’t care in the slightest for them. She only ever watched them for you. Because she liked the way your face brightened and your smile never left your face. She usually watched you more than the film.

“Just come back to me at the end of the day” She whispered so you could hear and this made you drop your gaze to the floor and giggle slightly. You had goosebumps.

Your new acquaintances announced that you had better go so you wouldn’t miss the ads, which according to Xander were the best parts of any movie. This made you smile and roll your eyes, something Cordy warned you that you’d be doing a lot of around Xander. You waved, you eyes not moving from Cordy’s until you were out of the door.

“So… y/n seems nice” Buffy said slowly after you had left. She didn’t have time for a movie, she was supposed to be at home any minute. Family time that she had missed too much of.

“She is! She’s cute right? Thank me for her style”

“She really enjoys your company, huh?” Buffy hinted slowly. She saw the way you acted around each other. As if you were already dating. But there was something there. A missing link, which Buffy quickly discovered was Cordy’s self-awareness. Or, lack thereof.

“Yeah, we’ve always been close. She’s, like, the only opinion I trust when I shop. Apart from my own, obviously” Cordy smiled and started to take the stakes and put them away. She was over that activity.

But she didn’t realise that Buffy was staring. She couldn’t not say anything. Not when she saw the way that Cordy looked at you. She hoped this didn’t backfire, but she didn’t think twice. She just spoke.

“Oh my God, Cordy. Are you blind? She likes you. Like, really likes you”

“Really? Y-you think?” Cordelia said, a smile starting to form on her lips. Everything rushed back to her at once. Those sleepovers where your faces were so close together she wanted to lean in and kiss you. Hushed and whispered secrets. Cuddling together under blankets and promising never to forget the other. Times after school where you would only want to hang out the two of you.

The way you both blushed when she would do your makeup, because of the proximity. When she would dress you up and shower you with such praise that you would bashfully shrug and tell her to stop.

She had adored you for so long and she hadn’t even been able to call it what it was. She liked women. Well, a woman. You.

“I don’t think, I know. We’re in the everglades here, also known as pine central” Buffy stated, referring to both of you. She could see the way Cordy lit up whenever you were around. How she softened, but only slightly. Not wanting you to hear her harsh digs or think they were directed towards you.

Cordy wasn’t listening. How had she not seen it? How had she not noticed it in herself?

She missed you, thought about you constantly. Wanted to visit you but things always got so busy in Sunnydale.

In some way, she had needed someone to tell her this. Remind her that this was love. Something she had hidden deep down for such a long time. Whether is was shame or otherwise, she had never acknowledged these feelings long enough to figure it out.

But now she was. She was thinking about it. And coming to terms with it. She left for a while, shopping and thinking.

She loved you. She treasured you. She couldn’t imagine her life without you in it.

You both returned to her place after your respective days. You had missed each other, more so than when you lived away from each other. Because the other was right here in the same town. You were pleased to see her, although you gushed about the movie.

You always shared a bed growing up and this visit was no different. You felt a tension in the air as she got ready for bed, facing away from you. You slipped into your side of the bed, wrapping yourself up in the blankets waiting for her to join you.

She got in beside you, lying on her side and facing you. She nodded at herself, telling herself to ask.

“Do you, do you have feelings… for me?” She asked. Direct as always. Your eyes widened, you almost recoiled in horror. She knew. How could she know?

What if she wanted you to leave? Right now at night in a strange town where vampires were more common than humans. What if she thought you were disgusting? You couldn’t live with it if she wanted to stop being your friend. You were sure you would die right there beside her. You took a deep breath, it was now or never.

“I do…” You admitted. Barely blinking. Holding your breath. You were so scared, your palms slicked with sweat.

Your thoughts swirled around you, every horrible scenario flashing before your eyes. Your mouth went dry. The seconds it took her to react were so painful.

Your heart stopped beating, you were sure of it. That, or it was beating so fast that you couldn’t feel the separate beats.

He lips curved into a smile. Her eyes glassy, shining in the dim light from the hallway. You scanned her face, smiling was good. Smiling was… pleased... right? Happy?

Could she feel the same? Could she possibly love you the way you loved her? Adored her in the same way?

So many emotions were spinning around your mind that you hadn’t noticed her lips had started to move. She was explaining herself. Her lips moved and you only managed to process her words after she finished speaking.

“I’m new to this, but I think that I love you. That I want you, only you” Cordy said, her sentence tailing into a whisper. You had never seen her so apprehensive to speak. So concerned that she had only heard what she wanted to hear. That you didn’t really like her in that way.

She adored you, she wanted to spend every waking moment with you. She now found it ridiculous that she didn’t realise how she felt. All that time she had missed out on.

She leaned in, her eyes dropping from your eyes to your mouth. She positioned herself closer

She looked into your eyes. Deep. So deep she almost became lost again. She was asking you if it was okay as she moved her hand to lightly graze your cheek. You nodded, so slightly. But she caught it. She didn’t wait any longer. Couldn’t wait any longer.

Her lips met yours for the first time. It was perfection. The way she kissed with such feeling, such devotion. Her skin was so smooth and you enjoyed the way her skin felt against yours. Her lips slow and soft, telling you everything and more. You paused, looking back at each other, a breathy laugh you shared.

You couldn’t believe it, how lucky you were. You were really kissing. You were really hers. And she knew it. She finally knew she held your heart in her palm, the look you shared told you that she would do anything to protect it. So long as you did the same for hers.

She was new to this, new to the feelings she had only just been able to name.

But she never wanted to stop kissing you. Holding you. Telling you how much she loved you, making up for all that time you had missed.

You vowed to be by her side from that moment. To remind her everyday how much you cherished her.

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goldenkookietae · 4 years ago

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The Book Fortress Tumbles

BTS One shot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3,643 words

Warnings: Smut, strong language, sir!kink, dom!tae, teeny tiny bit of angst

Summary: Your exams are starting soon and you’re beyond stressed. You’re trying not to let that show but it all comes bursting out when your boyfriend Taehyung tries to get you to relax. When you realise your mistake, the only thing you can do, is apologise to him. Just not with words.

A/N: My college just announced that our exams will be held starting from 18th September. That’s too less time to mug up the entirety of the semester syllabus. Sigh. This one shot is reflecting my current situation (minus a Taehyung and dedication towards exams). I accidentally posted this when it was half finished lol, I panicked all the time I was taking it down xD.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

“Y/N~” Taehyung sang, skipping up to the study table, a pile of books hiding the person behind from view.

A faint “yes” was whispered softly from behind the walls of what seemed like a book fortress. Taehyung knew that the queen in this fort had probably not even looked up from her current preoccupation.

But somehow, as the “boyfriend”, he had a few special privileges. Somehow he could pull her to cuddle with him when she had an exam the day next, somehow he could wake her up in the middle of the night and still get her to cook for him, somehow he could steal her ice cream after having his and get her to find him rather cute.

Okay, maybe the last two aren’t true. Those are the things I’d do for her. He thought. Either way, whatever the consequences might be, he felt deprived, almost jealous of bound pages and thick covers.

She had told him a month before, on a day that Taehyung now marked as a blue day in his life, that her exams were coming up and that she’d have to focus on her studies. That she’d have to give her attention to her text books instead of her handsome boyfriend. And the second her exams would be done, they could do whatever he pleased.

Oh, the many many things Taehyung had in mind for everything that pleased him. On top of the list was her name in bold, underlined, Y/N. Y/N had been scanning her books so intently throughout this whole month, it seemed as though she was studying the instructions to defuse a bomb that was seconds from exploding. He hardly saw her around the house, only between the times she came outside to refill her snack jar or water bottle or for her meals. It got to the point where she hadn’t even realised that Taehyung had shifted to her apartment and had been staying with her throughout.

It was funny because they’d share the same bed and wake up inside a warm blanket burrito. Even if she had realised, she hadn’t said a word and Taehyung was more than happy with that. Staying back at his place while she was like this was close to being on an entirely different planet with no forms of communication.

He had picked up a lot of hobbies to distract himself, he played more video games, ate a lot of food, tried cooking (which surprisingly went okay), cleaned her house to make sure she was always comfortable and sometimes worked overtime because everything else was simply boring. But at times when she hadn’t noticed he’d pursue another wonderful hobby. Since Y/N wasn’t really bothered about what Taehyung was up to, he unashamedly spent his time staring at her. She wasn’t even dressed to impress these days, putting on the first thing she reached in her cupboard before sitting down to study.

But she loved being comfortable. And Taehyung noticed how she’d always pick the shortest shorts she had, ones that barely covered the globe of her ass. He would’ve loved those clothes on her every damn day, only if he wasn’t restricted to staying a mile away so she could ‘focus’ and almost suffering from blue balls.

“Y/N~” he whined yet again, choosing to cross over to other side of the fort and poking the bookworm. His plan for the night was to at least get some attention. He had been deprived of it for more than a month, it had reached the point where he would be in an existential crisis from lack of affection.

He would respect all her restrictions, he was being so good at keeping his carnal desires at bay (even if his hand was no match), he hadn’t complained when she finished her food early and left him alone to eat his portion, and definitely didn’t bother her for falling asleep on top of her books. He somehow felt proud of being that boyfriend, the one who’d bring her meals and would carry her back to bed when she’d fallen asleep.

But he just hoped that this, whatever it was, probably a test from the gods, would soon come to an end. And that Y/N would then jump onto his lap and kiss the living daylights out of him to tell him that he passed with flying colours.

All he wanted was a little bit of cuddling that night. The exams were still a week away and she could spare that much for him, couldn’t she?

He poked her again. One last time. And when that earned him nothing more but hummed ‘yes’, he knew it had come down to war. He extended his hands to her waist, caressing the soft flesh before taking on a different turn.

“Taehyungie! Stop!” Y/N hollered, jerking so suddenly that the central defense of her fort broke and tumbled to the ground in all the glory of crumpled and dog eared pages.

All that didn’t bother Taehyung as he tickled her sides, not caring about the curses leaving her mouth at that instant. If he paid any attention, then it would definitely turn him hard.

He picked her up effortlessly, carrying her over to the bed and placing her down. He climbed on top of her slowly, licking his lips as his face leveled with hers.

“Let’s just cuddle for tonight Y/N. You’ve been overworking yourself and it’s okay to take some time off to relieve stress. Relax for today, okay?” Taehyung muttered soothingly, rubbing her arms to warm her skin.

“Or maybe we can do something else to relieve your stress?” He chuckled trying to lighten the passive expression on Y/N’s face but it only made it more poignant. Before he could say anything else, the anxiety all came onto Y/N at once, making her snap.

“Taehyung stop! This is not a joke. My entire career depends on these exams and you’re treating it like a joke! Stop it!” Y/N exclaimed and Taehyung went still.

He knew she didn’t mean that and she knew that her career was as important to Taehyung as it was to her. He was looking out for her simply. She knew this too.

Sighing, Taehyung slid off her and stood next to the bed.

“Your career is important Y/N, I know that. It is to me too. But you’re taking too much pressure. You need a stress buster once in a while. Maybe this was not the best way and I’m sorry about that but maybe we can watch a movie tonight or-” Taehyung kept thinking of more things but Y/N cut him off.

“No. I am not under pressure. I do not need a stress buster. All I need to do is study and revise like I was already doing.” Y/N said as she looked at Taehyung pointedly, before sliding off the bed and sitting down at her desk.

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything.” Taehyung gulped. When she didn’t respond, he sighed and left the room as quietly as he could.

Y/N felt bad. When Taehyung had jumped onto her, all her focus flew out of her mind and she finally realised why she had been fidgety all week. Even when Taehyung had offered it to her on a silver platter, she’d refused like a total idiot and was now facing the consequences. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Taehyung through the slightly open door of her room. She could see him laying on the couch, his long legs spread out before him invitingly, his tongue sticking out and jaw flexing as he concentrated on playing the game.

As her eyes slid down, she focused on his hands, his long fingers working the joystick easily, the veins on his arms straining against his skin. Oh, she knew very well what all she wanted him to work with those fingers. The thought made her close her eyes and bite her lip, and she mindlessly clenched her thighs together.

She considered walking up to him right then, but the thought of coming back to him after she’d sent him away so strongly seemed too embarrassing. If that were to happen, Taehyung would never let go of the incident and would tease her about it forever.

In a desperate attempt to calm herself, she turned back to her books, revising topics again and again but still feeling as though she was reading them for the first time ever. Her eyes slid over to her water bottle as she recited the words she’d just read to herself again.

Tae’s thicker than that. She thought looking over the bottle and imagining a different view in front of her.

“What are you doing, you idiot?” she whispered, realising that her hands were now around the bottle, and she was fisting it with a well known need. Sighing she stood up, knowing she had no choice.

She slipped out of her room, trying not to close the door too hard. Walking straight to her boyfriend, she stood in front of the TV, blocking his view while facing him.

Taehyung looked up at her in confusion, and frowned when the sound of his avatar dying echoed behind her. But as soon as Y/N slid to her knees before him, his lips twisted into a smirk. In a second he threw the joystick in his hand to the side and leaned back into the couch making himself comfortable and pushing his legs closer towards her.

When Y/N bit her lip and stared at him hungrily, he raised an eyebrow.

You just gonna sit there or do something? I’m waiting.

It was so easy to understand everything about him after they’d been together for so long and she didn’t want to disappoint him now. Quickly, her hands unbuttoned his skin tight jeans and unzipped them, while Taehyung simply snuggled deeper into the couch as though waiting for a show about to go down.

Well, something was going down alright. That thing being Y/N.

She struggled to pull off the jeans, huffing every time her strength wasn’t enough, and Taehyung made no effort to help her out. Normally, Taehyung would be praising her throughout, but at the moment her only reward was the delicious view of his thick thighs.

Without wasting a second, Y/N pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees, then to his ankles and her face narrowly missed getting hit by his cock. After more than a month of sexual frustration, her mouth drooled as she laid eyes on his thick, huge cock, veins straining against the length as it stood hard and proud. She was a fool, comparing a stupid water bottle to the masterpiece in front of her.

He was already hard, and Y/N thought he must have been for quite some time through the evening. She’d done that. And she must be the one to fix it.

“Go on darling, suck me off.” Taehyung murmured bringing his fingers to her chin for a moment, tilting her face up and then letting go.

“Yes, sir.” Y/N whispered before taking him into her mouth fully, too hasty and needy to tease him at that point. She flattened her tongue against the smooth skin of his cock, lathering it with her saliva and tasting the salty tang of his precum. As her mouth grew full, she took him as far as she could go, stopping before her gag reflex could hit her and then looking up at Taehyung.

“Fuck. You’re going to kill me with those eyes.” Taehyung grunted, biting his lip harshly and never taking his eyes off Y/N. The sight of her kneeling before him, her mouth full of his cock and her pretty eyes looking at him so innocently - it was too much. His hand raised above his head, gripping the top edge of the couch for support as his jaw slacked and eyes closed.

As he prepared to relax, his eyes snapped open when Y/N picked up speed suddenly and sucked him faster, bobbing her head up and down his length, using her hands to jerk him where she couldn’t take him into her mouth. His eyes threatened to close as hot pleasure shot through him, but he managed to keep them open and fixed them onto Y/N’s eyes. While she sucked him off, he could see the way her hands slid down her body, no doubt seeking for her own pleasure.

But Taehyung was having none of that.

“The only place your hands are allowed to be are on my cock. Understood babygirl?” He glared, and he was surprised that he managed to keep the tremble out of his voice.

Y/N let out something between a whine and a hum, making Taehyung’s eyes roll back into his head. Nevertheless, he felt her figure move and he knew she’d obeyed him.

Straining his eyes to open, he saw her holding her hands behind her back and sucking his cock like her life depended on it. He shifted his hand from his side to her hair, gripping the roots above her neck and momentarily pulling her off of his throbbing member.

“Use your words girl.” He growled, clutching onto her hair tighter and bringing her closer so the head of his cock touched her lips. Y/N let out a soft sigh at the pain, enjoying it more than she should.

“Yes, sir.” she gulped, and immediately Taehyung pushed her back onto him, using the grip on her hair to guide her downward till her nose brushed his skin. Y/N gagged and swallowed, and the sensation made Taehyung’s thighs clench in pleasure.

Y/N didn’t miss that, she kept swallowing and moaning, the soft vibrations of her mouth against his cock, making him climb higher and higher to the edge of his release. And when Taehyung felt her soft hands shift from behind her to massage his balls, his hips jerked and he knew he was close. With three long thrusts into her pretty mouth, Taehyung came with a loud grunt, shooting strings of white hot cum into Y/N’s mouth which she swallowed hungrily.

Taehyung laid there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths to normalise his thundering heart. He peeked open an eye to look at Y/N and groaned when he saw her sitting on her knees with her hands on her lap. So obedient.

He leaned forward and held her chin with his hands, tilting up her face and bringing it close to his. His cum glistened on her lips and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead made it look like her skin was glowing.

“That was a very nice apology, babygirl.” He cooed, pecking Y/N’s lips softly. With his thumb, he scooped up a drop of his cum that had dripped onto her chin and pushed it into her mouth, immediately feeling her tongue swirl around his finger.

“And that is forgiveness.” He muttered, cupping her neck and pressing his lips to hers, swiping his tongue against the soft flesh and tasting himself. For Taehyung, it had all been a plan to get attention, and he got more than he had asked for, but if Y/N couldn’t get her release then there was no point.

Y/N felt Taehyung’s hands slowly slide down her skin, coming to rest at her hips where he held her tight. As she deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue into his mouth, he pulled her up and placed her onto his thighs, his cock slipping against the thin material of her shorts.

Her mouth tipped open against his, and she pressed herself onto him, grinding up and down while Taehyung nipped at her skin. When Taehyung cupped her between her thighs she let out a strangled gasp. The sound had woken something primal in Taehyung and he growled against her skin, biting down on the skin above her breast.

It had been so long since they’d done anything together, so long since Y/N had touched herself, that she knew she wouldn’t be able to last long. Taehyung would get his hands on her clit and she’d fall apart and that’s exactly what she needed. More than she had imagined.

Stripping off their clothes was a hasty blur, their mouths never leaving each other’s skin, kissing, nipping, biting, licking and sucking. Taehyung’s hands slid down to Y/N’s now bare heat, groaning at how slick and wet Y/N was.

“You didn’t want to say no to me, did you babygirl? Look at how wet you are.” He murmured, pressing and circling his thumb on her clit making her whimper. She whimpered helplessly when he pushed one long finger into her making her cling to him for support. When his finger curled inside her, she felt a familiar knot of pleasure and she blushed, embarrassed that she was going to come as fast as the time she’d lost her virginity. Too damn fast. She hid her face in the crook of Taehyung’s shoulder, biting down on the tanned skin as his fingers pushed her towards the edge relentlessly.

As Taehyung continued finger fucking her, his mouth was occupied with her breasts, sucking them and littering the skin with deep purple marks.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my fingers. Fuck.” He rasped, his teeth pulling at her pebbled nipple and Y/N came all over his fingers, letting out a loud cry and clutching tighter onto his shoulders.

Y/N relaxed against Taehyung’s shoulders, sucking deep breaths to compensate for all the breath Taehyung had knocked out of her with his talented fingers. Taehyung kept his eyes on her heat, pulling his fingers out of her and dragging his tongue over them with a loud a moan.

“So sweet. I missed this.” Taehyung said softly, his eyes closing to savour her taste on his tongue, licking his fingers in a manner to leave no drop untasted.

Just when Y/N had opened her mouth to speak, she jolted in surprise when Taehyung’s cock slid into her, stretching her walls as he reached all the way till he bottomed out. His eyes slowly turned to her, hooded with lust and a glint in his eye that she knew all too well.

This is payback for surprising me earlier.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing me.” Taehyung groaned, and Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut. She couldn’t comprehend words at that moment, her tongue tied with being sensitive and the way Taehyung was rocking his hips into hers.

“You’re still on birth control right?” Taheyung asked through gritted teeth, struggling to pause his movements before his mind spiraled out of control.

“Yes, just please, Tae-” Y/N whined, unable to finish her sentence as Taehyung pulled out and thrust into her. Sitting flush on his lap, Y/N could feel the length of his cock reach into her deeper than ever. With the little energy she had, she raised her hips and pushed herself back onto him at the exact moment that Taehyung thrust upwards.

“Tae!” she moaned, biting her lip so hard she drew blood, a hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other clutched onto Taehyung’s thigh to make sure she wouldn’t fall off. Taehyung didn’t give her a second to breathe, setting a rhythm, driving deeper and harder into her each time. She knew it was all the built up tension over a month of inactivity and she wasn’t complaining even when her body shook with over stimulation.

Y/N eventually leaned into him, letting him guide her the way he wanted and she loved it. Gripping the soft flesh of her ass he made her ride him, driving her up and down on his cock and getting high on the sounds of their skins slapping together and the way Y/N’s tits bounced right in front of his face.

Despite her usual vocal self, Y/N felt her voice disappear, every word she tried to form dispersing into mewls and whimpers.

Touch me there. She tried to tell him, a moan and a curse leaving her mouth instead, making her frustrated with the building tension. She moved her hand in search of Taehyung’s, sighing almost immediately when his fingers were on her on her clit, rubbing and pinching the bundle of nerves.

Y/N’s orgasm crashed through her with high pitched moan, shattering any coherent sense left in her and numbing her senses where the only thing she felt was the hot seed that Taehyung had shot inside her, his groans muffled by the heavy daze of her mind. It was too much to handle.

“We’re out of practise.” She managed to whisper finally, her voice hoarse and tired. Taehyung chuckled at that, watching Y/N’s chest heave with every breath and syncing it to his own breathing. His thumb rubbed soothing circles onto her skin and he pressed a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” Taehyung murmured, softly carding his hands through Y/N’s hair. All the exhaustion she had been feeling caught up to her, what with the tension of qualifying her exams, of meeting everyone’s expectations and the intense overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced.

Her lids dropped slowly, the only thing keeping her awake being the soft brush of cloth against her skin which she assumed was Taehyung cleaning her up. When her back hit the soft mattress and Taehyung’s warmth pressed against her skin, she could barely keep herself from crashing into sleep.

“Sleep Y/N.” Taehyung whispered against her hair, kissing her temple softly and pulling her to him. “Stop making me worry all the time. And don’t you worry either. You’ll do great. And you’ll make us all proud.” He finished, pressing more kisses against her hair and pulling her closer into his chest.

“I love you.”

With those words of reassurance, Y/N smiled just before she drifted off to sleep.

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lesserfandomappreciation · 4 years ago

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Could you do Link, Sidon, Revali, and Bazz with a gn!s/o who has a general fear of men? Like, their s/o trusts the boys with their whole hearts but they grew up in a bad environment n learned from an early age that you don’t make eye contact with, speak unless spoken too, etc. with men because they can get mean. Maybe the s/o has worked to stop it but it it still comes out when s/o is stressed, someone gets angry or with strangers, old habits die hard n all. Thank you 💙

No worries dearie! Glad to do this request. This is something I struggle with sometimes too! I do hope I wrote this in a good way.

S/o fearful of men (BOTW)

Warning: may be triggering for some, does discuss fear of men, may be uncomfortable for some readers.

Link

Link really doesn’t pick up on this at all at the start. People tend to act oddly around him - a person wary of making eye contact when they’re upset is well within the realm of reasonable reactions. Until, that is, a stranger they meet on the road is upset. Link is watching this frustrated man vent his anger by loudly complaining about something, but his eyes run over to his s/o who is suddenly very frightened.

Knight training actually is useful in this situation. Link steps between the man and s/o and makes it clear that this guy needs to calm down. The situation may be diffused, but it’s not until they’re both clear from the guy that Link gently probes into what the issue may be.

Link is upset on their behalf. What they went through isn’t fair to them at all - they’re the ones who have to live with the engrained fear in them, not those responsible for the pain who they went through. But anger in this moment isn’t going to help. Now that he knows that angry men and men in general frighten them, Link reflects on himself. What can he do to make he never frightens them?

If he sees the warning signs of fear getting to them, Link steps in, putting a block between them and the stranger scaring them. A word from them, and he will straight up tell the other person to leave.

Body-guard experience becomes relevant once more! As does communication - he wants to make sure he doesn’t trigger their fears either.

Sidon

Sidon noticed early on that something’s up, back when they were still friends and not in a relationship. Big, imposing, loud - sweet as he is, men like Sidon can unknowingly trigger others when they use wide motions or get very loud suddenly, without warning. Quietly he makes mental notes of this and adjusts his behavior based off what he sees they are comfortable with as he tries to figure out how to ask them about this. He may even go to his father, seeking personal advice on the matter.

Self-assured by Dorephan’s words Sidon asks to talk to S/o privately. He takes them to a quiet place far from prying eyes and ears and asks candidly about this. Any nerves they have about telling him are gently quelled when he offers his hands, placing them beneath theirs should they want a grounding presence and gazing at them warmly.

“Tell me your truth - you have my word that I will listen free of judgement.”

The prince’s heart breaks for them. Fear is a terrible feeling to wander in and they are forced into it by others unknowingly reminding them are crueler times and crueler lessons. But. Pity is not what s/o needs or wants. What they need is support. Communication goes a long way friends!

Sidon keeps what they told him in mind and stays aware of not triggering any fears with any of his actions, though will be times he slips up at the start. He keeps an observant eye on them - if they seem uncomfortable or look like they’re on the brink of a panic attack he is more than happy to take them to a secluded spot for them to be away from the trigger.

He’s not perfect, there will be mistakes - but he will go above and beyond to do everything he can to help.

Revali

Revali struggles to realize this is something they struggle with. He tends to be a little (very) self-obsessed. Them being unable to hold eye-contact or needing to exit a room when some guy gets too uncomfortably loud could be interpreted as a shy person disliking confrontation and removing themselves from having to argue. That’s fine, that’s normal.

It’s during a disagreement with them that Revali notes they are reacting weirdly to him. Distress is plain as day on their face. Hands are squeezed tightly, grasping at what they can to comfort themselves desperately. Something is wrong. The champion recognizes that they need space from him and gives them that, flying off to a friend of his that a woman and asking to keep an eye on s/o while he flies to vent frustrations.

What better time to reflect than with flying? A flap of the wings brings up a different memory, reframing it with what he had seen just then. He doesn’t know what’s at the origin of this reaction - frankly he’s worried about the rage that might grip his mind if he let’s his mind wonder about possible causes. Instead Revali puts everything he’s reframed all together. And makes a plan.

After a good chunk of time, Revali stops by s/o’s place and gently asks if they can talk. When they say they are okay to talk, Revali lays out his thoughts. “Sorry. For being a jerk and not seeing things sooner. You don’t have to tell me why me shouting or some jerk scares you - not unless you want to. But what do I have to do to make sure I never scare you again?”

It’s a lot of work ahead. Work he’s willing to do because his s/o and their safety is all he cares about.

Bazz

Head of the Knights it is central to Bazz’s duties to observe and react accordingly. S/o got nervous after seeing two of the knights loudly fights and get angry; Bazz makes it a point to ensure they are away from the sparring area whenever they stop by. When their hand slips into his when a traveling merchant shouts insults at a guard, Bazz does not question it. When another shouts in front of them, S/o notices the head of knights standing by them, his hand next to them free and ready to hold if they need it.

He doesn’t question why they may need this. Well, he does in moments of reflection and wondering but never does he bring it up. It’s clear to him that this is a point of fear for them. Though it hurts his heart to imagine what caused these reactions Bazz knows any anger at them won’t help his s/o.

S/o tells him about it. Later, when their bond is truly close and courtship is present. He holds their hand throughout if they let him, their whole body if they are willing, or sits by them silently listening as they get through the difficult explanation. When they fall silent is when he speaks. “Thank you for telling me. What can I do to support you?”

Bazz remembers what they tell him. He does what he can to stand by them and help them through their most fearful days. He reminds them time and time again, no matter the incident, no matter the trigger, that they are loved and that they will always have him by their side.

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Geeking Out

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You work onset of the witcher as the resident handy girl there to repair the props onset rather then them being sent off to be fixed, when working on Geralt’s sword Henry comes across you and with one slip of the tongue your inner geeks collide.

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing

A/N: Had this on my mind for a while just a cute little fluff piece hope you enjoy XX

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You hummed quietly managing to secure yourself a table in one of the busy tents just off set, you moved quickly furiously mixing the epoxy trying to combine the two parts with the lolly stick. Your task? you were trying to fix Geralt’s sword there had been a small mishap during a scene renfri's brooch had been hit in one of the takes and had come off. Your job was to put it back on and make sure its stays on , so this time you were forgoing the original glue and using a tiny amount of epoxy it was stronger and once it cured that little brooch wasn't coming off for love nor money. Your job was maintenance on the props ,you were kept onset with a small arsenal of tools to fix anything that gets damaged quick and skilled repair jobs anything from the horse tack to props jewellery the only things you didn't touch was wardrobe because...Fuck no. Textiles was not your thing.

You moved fast wanting to have it mixed thoroughly. This particular resin cured fast...very fast well for resin anyway, so it was always a rush to combine it. You moved a syringe and pulled the plunger up then dotted the resin on the hilt of the sword swiftly applying the brooch then looked around for the clamp. Shit. It was to far you couldn't reach it. You tried stretching down into your bag for it but it was no use suddenly someone was behind you.

"Need help?" You nodded to the slim clamp in the bag

"Yeah could you pass me the clamp forgot to get it out just got this bloody thing central and can't risk it slipping" you focused on your work holding the brooch steady as the person hummed leaning down then handed it to you.

"Cheers lovey" you thanked them and leaned down with one final check that everything was positioned correctly nodding you placed a rag across it protecting it and clamped it securely.

"Sorry about that... Misjudged the angle and hit it to hard I'm afraid" you froze looking up seeing Henry in full wardrobe bar his contacts smiling sheepishly. Even tho you'd been onset this whole time you'd never actually spoke to any of the cast there was no need. You quickly swallowed your shock and laughed.

"Don’t matter to me, keeps me in a job so go nuts!" you both laughed he looked over the things you had out across the table, you followed his gaze. Noting how he then moved to stare at you intently, you felt a flush creep across your chest but cleared your throat nodding to the prop.

"I've used epoxy on it ...It should be a lot stronger." He hummed not really paying attention.

"Anyway its not your fault they used a mid strength glue last time.. I don't think they had a clue how much of a beating it was gonna take" he hummed then peeked over the cup that had a small amount of resin in it still.

"So I can go to town on it?" You nodded wiping your hands down and smirked at him.

"Knock yourself out muscles! I doubt even you will be able to snap that off again....And that's not a challenge either" he rubbed the back of his head smirking at you as you moved dumping the cup with the left overs in a bag then in a small bucket with sand in it that was used as an ashtray for the crew on set. He looked at you questioning. You nodded to it.

"Get's hot when curing so I will leave it there to be safe then take it out when its set..." he hummed in agreement then moved with you helping to pack up your things.

"So how long will it take to be finished then?" You froze wide eyed

"Why do they need it now?" You panicked they had said it wasn't needed today so you could work on it... did they change their mind? he quickly held his hands up

"No no we are done with it for today...I just wondered was all.." you stopped and flushed at him, you felt a little embarrassed as you had begun to cuss him out in your head thinking he was being rude trying to rush you.

"About an hour...Well I hope an hour it really depends, if there is any leakage then I will have to sand it with my dremel...and to do a proper job of that I'd need to go through a few different grits and but if theres no leakage or any nastiness then we should be done in about half an hour....This epoxy cures in ten to twelve minutes but to be sure I'd want to leave it around twenty to twenty five ish but either way by the end of the day you sir will have your sword back." He looked between you and his prop wilth a huge smile.

"Sounds like a plan! .....Still feel bad tho I'm sure you have tonnes to do already...nevermind me adding to it." You waved him of with a wide grin

"Your kidding! Been waiting to get my hands on this baby since day one! Needed to see the details for my -" you stopped yourself before you said to much not wanting to 'geek out' in front of him he tilted his head sharply.

"Your what? You making a replica or something?" You flushed at him bobbing your head side to side a little.

"Well yes and no...not a full scale one I'm gonna make a mini..." his face lit up and you could see him become excited.

"You make mini's? Like wow and stuff?" He asked buzzing in the way all geeks do when they find a fellow nerd to speak geek with. You giggled an nodded.

"Yes I can't paint them to save my life but I draw and make them on the pc for people to download and use on their 3d printers....I'm more into scenery dioramas...I make tabletop boards" he grinned at you practically vibrating on the spot.

"Seriously? That’s soo cool...Do you have any pictures of them?" You smiled and nodded just as you got your phone out you both heard it Henry's name was called by Joey he sighed and gave a small chuckle.

"Looks like I'm needed...I will be back later to see them and collect my sword...If not hold on to it for me?" You gave him a funny look as he stayed for a moment giving you his best puppy eyes. You laughed and nodded to him, he grinned and quickly left. You stood dumbfounded as he stole a few glances over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. Well that was weird, normally the props were picked up by...well anyone to be stored the cast never did hence why you'd never seen them. You shrugged it off and continued placing your stuff away zipping up your bag.

That was the first time you met the man, later that day he did indeed return and spent nearly two hours geeking out looking at your collection of dioramas, he specifically liked the ones base on Lord of the rings and the few marvel and dc ones you'd done. All of which were centered around villains. It wasn't long before it became a habit that between takes he would seek you out, sometimes bringing Joey along. Soon you found yourselves together all the time, they seemed fascinated by your work and hobby always asking questions, to the point you'd snapped at them when they wouldn't shut up when you tried fixing a particularly fiddly jewellery piece . Even then they stayed sitting either side of you staring as you maneuvered the tiny gems and links back into place.

By the time the production came to a end you had all become close friends each of you exchanging numbers and always texting in a group chat. You couldn't help harboring a little crush on Henry, and you had tried but he was just so...him and maybe he liked you back? You wasn't sure but he seemed to be touchy...Not in a bad way god no! But he was a hugger and holder. When ever he was around you he always seemed to be touching you in some way holding your hand or arm as he dragged you about set,slinging an arm around your shoulders or waist at lunch or when you was working stuff like that. Maybe you were just reading into things to much but it felt like there might be something there. Or at least you hoped there might be, he was sweet funny and dorky but still mature and masculine he was basically your dream man, and then some!

You sulked today was your final day on set you were looking forward to returning home and just relaxing but at the same time you'd miss the guys. You'd all clicked with one another and were so used to them popping up whenever. You tilted your head as you ran your pen across the sketch in you book. It was a close up of Jaskier’s lute details you'd been working on. You were trying to take your mind off things you were scared of them forgetting about you, it wasn't often you managed to click with people let alone men, you supposed you were anxious usually you were fine alone but you found yourself craving company since hanging around them. You glanced up when you heard them before you saw them as they approached you . Sitting up you quickly shook off your sadness as they both made their way across to you.

"Hey bitches" they chuckled at you taking seats at the table the three of you had claimed for the past months.

"God I can't believe its over...I cant wait to see it!" Joey said enthusiastically make you and Henry nod.

"Me neither its gonna be incredible! Its gonna be big you know that don't you? After the great flop of game of thrones their fanbase are gonna be lost and looking for something similar" Joey blinked he hadn't thought of that.

"Really? Didn't think of it like that." You smiled at him and wriggled your eyebrows "And you sir are never escaping that fucking song either so be prepared" he furrowed his brows

"How’d you know about that?" You smirked

"It was one of the few scenes I was allowed to watch them film...and it was stuck in my head for a fucking week the worst bit? I couldn't go and download it from youtube either it was hell!" He chuckled at your frown and leaned over you his eyes caught the page you were working on it was the first time he'd caught a glimpse at your artwork.

"Oh shit! That’s cool" you looked down alarmed then went to cover your image but he had already pulled it from under your nose.

"Henry look!" You flushed a not wanting them to see your sketches. He smiled and flicked a few pages. He looked up through his lashes at you.

"These are really good y/n super detailed... They for your mini's?" You nodded at him sheepishly as you noticed he had found your Geralt cheat sheet. He smirked seeing the page full of his Geralt pulling various faces then skipped a few pages to Joey's Jaskier. He past it back to him.

"Here there's yours" Joey gasped at them

"Holy shit...Did you do all the cast? Are you gonna 3d print em?" You nodded to him

"I did the main cast once I get home I’m gonna start putting them into the computer but yes eventually they will be printed for people to use...After I sort them out I’m gonna be making a witcher diorama to display them." Henry smiled at you

"Can you teach me to make one?" You blinked at him not sure you’d heard him right

"What?" He nodded to your book.

"Id like a set for my collection and small a diorama for them...I have always wanted to try it but it seems expensive to get the stuff if I’m crap at it...And it would be fun to make one with you...If you wanted to that is?" You flushed at him gaping.

"Err Ive never done a collaboration before but sure we could give it a go...Could do a witcher one for you to display these mini's...I wont be painting them tho not good at it, sketching is fine but I can't do detail paint....scenery is more forgiving... " he nodded enthusiastically at you like a kid on Christmas.

"Really! Fuck Absolutely! I always wanted to try scenery that would be brilliant." He flushed a little as Joey snorted at him and received a sharp look. It had become common knowledge that he had a thing for you. Everyone seemed to have caught on to it and had all told him to go for it but he was shy...He was nervous what if he had read you wrong? And you didn't like him back? He would be quite embarrassed and torn up if he asked you out and you shot him down...so no he would settle for being friends.You smiled at him missing their exchange between them.

"Err sure just let me know when your free...I’m not that far from You in London right? Just give me a heads up when you wanna come round" Henry looked ecstatic, it was true he had found out a few weeks ago you was literally Fifteen minutes away from his place in London. He realized you had caught him staring blushing he moved directing his attention back to your drawings again. Joey noticed the awkward moment and swiftly poked your side.

"I want some too! A perfect mini me! Just what everyone needs" You scoffed

"A mini you sounds like a threat! god help us all!" You all laughed spending the remaining time reminiscing on the last few weeks until finally it was time for you to leave. You pouted hugging both of them.

"Gonna miss you two have fun on the promotion tour and stay in touch okay guys" they smiled hugging you back Henry squeezed you tight pulling you up off of the floor making you whine at him.

"I will definitely call and will probably be round September October time" you nodded and finally wriggled away from him leaving the hotel heading home.

Once home you quickly got to work uploading and designing your mini's on the pc you had been speaking to the boys a bit but as time went on you heard less and less from Henry until finally six weeks later all conversation had stopped. Which really didn't surprise you, he was busy...Well that's what you told yourself, it was a shitty excuse you were saying to keep yourself from getting upset. you had found yourself enjoying his company to much. You liked him like liked him, it was fun talking to him, he was interested in the same things as you and was funny and you had brilliant banter you wasn't constantly worried about how you acted around him because he just got you, you thought you’d both got on well and could remain friends. Somewhere in the back of your mind you stupidly had hoped something would come of it ....But that was a silly childish fantasy. Still you asked Joey a few times and he said that Henry was dealing with some stuff and would come around eventually but it did nothing to cheer you up. You resigned yourself to the fact that he was bored and needed someone to talk to on set that was it. You and Joey still spoke at least once a week even if it was just a quick 'hi how are you?'. You could kick yourself as even when you realized Henry wasn't going to meet up with you, you still began his diorama... Some silly little hope that he might still show but it was unlikely so the diorama was now yours ,you'd planned to make one using your new Netfilx witcher mini's the base was done and you were building up the Styrofoam. The design was going to be a small woodland area with a tiny waterfall running into a stream next to the witchers camp in which the four main characters would sit...Well five including roach. You sighed looking at the blocks of Styrofoam they had been glued down and are now ready to be carved. It had been ready for two weeks but... You suppose it was a little hope that if you didn't start it he would come around like he said. But when Christmas came and went you finally realized he wasn't coming.

Just as you moved to the wall socket and turned on your hot wire cutter you heard the doorbell go frowning you got up dragging your feet as you walked through the kitchen to the hall, as you got closer you could see a huge frame through the frosted glance. It looked a lot like..

"Henry? What are you?" He smiled sheepishly down at you. He chuckled nervously.

"Ah hi y/n...Long time no see?" You crossed you arms at him making him gulp.

"What can I do for you?" You tried keeping your voice even tho inside you were a a quivering mess of irritation anxiety and my god you felt weak in The knees and all the man was doing was standing there!how you even formed words you don't know. Henry the man you'd been pining over was here. He was on your doorstep. And you hadn't let him in what the fuck? why hadn't you invited him in yet?. Pride was the answer, you didn't want to seem desperate. he just straight up ignored you...for months!. You were intent on being angry with him, wanting to give him a piece of your mind. just as you rose your gaze to his you froze.Shit. you gulped eyes softening as you took in his appearance, he looked so anxious and guilty? even then he took your breath away, as gorgeous as you remembered him. he stood a little less confident to what you remembered shoulders slouched his eyes darting around almost as if he was fearful of your reaction, you took a deep breath gripping your front door in a white knuckle grip.He looked to you neighbors door step seeing the nosey old women Mrs Hamlin standing there staring outright, then turned to you going a little red twisting his coat pockets in his hands sighing, sucking it up and started talking.

"Hey I know we haven't been talking its just I ah...well I got a little caught up with the promo tour and that then had to negotiate season two and on the way to the final stop I lost my phone-well I destroyed it really dropped a fucking dumbbell on the thing in the gym..Then Christmas was hectic...Anyway that’s not the point...The point is by the time I got a new phone and found Joeys number and had him send me yours it...I felt like I had left it to long to reply... I wasn't sure if you'd be angry thinking I was ignoring you..." you blinked up at him stunned. That’s why he suddenly stopped he broke his phone and lost you number? You took a step back feeling incredibly stupid. You’d honestly began thinking the worst of him. You felt so bad.

"So...instead of phoning or texting you thought you'd just...come round?" He winced at you tone

"I wanted to talk in person...I wanted you to know I was genuinely sorry...I am sorry I let my anxiety get the better of me...I-I should go" you panicked as he began to turn around and quickly grabbed his arm

"Thank you Henry...You don't owe me anything but you coming here to speak to me means a lot ...I just assumed you were busy...I'll admit I did get a little upset when time went on and you still didn't reply...But now I understand why, we waited for each other to start a conversation again, like a couple of school kids...Would you like to come in for a coffee?" He grinned wide and nodded glancing to the side eyeing your neighbor who had continued staring at him. You followed his gaze she was really giving him the evil eye.

"What er what is wrong with your neighbor? I mean I knocked on the wrong house but she is kind of freaking me out." You glanced at her and smiled waving

"Morning Mrs Hamlin" she hissed out a pleasant 'go fuck yourself' at you and entered slamming her door. You laughed at Henry's shocked face.

"She's just not a people person...Any way come in your letting all my heat out" you moved to the side letting him enter the small hall closing the door behind him.

"Hang your coat up and I will get some tea on" he did as you asked and followed you to the kitchen then spied your hobby room.

"Is that where you do all your bits?" You smiled nodding as you made the tea

"Yep! Here come in I was just about to start on the witcher one you can help carve, here I'll show you" he followed like a lost puppy paying attention as you began to guide him through the steps letting him carve out the shapes you wanted smiling ear to ear the whole time as you showed him your plan for the scene.

It took a week but finally the diorama was finished, Henry bless him had found some of the steps tricky resulting in a few cuts and burns from the hot wire cutter but he had enjoyed every second of it.Today was the last day working on the project everything was done and you both looked at it.

"Wow its a lot of steps but...It look so realistic...I loved doing the water ripples using the airgun tho it was genius!" You smiled looking at it then jumped up.

"Not finished yet tho here, I printed them last night." You moved over to a small tub with your Netflix Witcher cast mini's and roach in it, they were in isopropyl alcohol to clean them up after printing. You'd spent some time re-scaling them to fit the scene you'd just finished. His eye went wide as he saw them.

"Wow...these are from your drawings...How'd you get so much detail...May I?" You nodded to him as he carefully moved them from the tub and inspected them. He was fascinated.

"Thank you so much! Their great...perfect even...I've had so much fun this week" you patted his arm

"Me to big guy, its been nice having someone around to talk to, your really good with a bit more work you’ll be making your own in no time" he moved placing the mini's on the finished diorama then stood back.

"That’s a bit of a stretch don't you think...I'm dreading painting it tho.." you laughed holding your hands up.

"Hey don't look at me I print em you paint em that Mr Cavill was the deal" he rolled his eyes biting his lip. The last week had been above and beyond what he had hoped for. He couldn't help wanting more from you tho, he in a way felt a little selfish he wanted you to himself. He stood tall in front of you contemplating his next move.Should he?. Could he? He knew he wanted to try and pursue you but he still had doubts. You blinked and gulped seeing a heated glint in his eyes that was clouded with anxiety.

"Hen-henry?" He hummed in response his heart just about jumping out of his chest as he moved in slowly noticing you leaning towards him to...Did you want him to kiss you? You looked like you wanted to kiss him... Should he let you kiss him first? Or was he reading this all wrong. Fuck. He couldn't take it his nerves and thoughts buzzing he panicked momentarily and just went for it. Dipping his head quickly he connected his lips to yours tilting his head he moved closer shuffling his feet forward. It took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing but when the shock finally disappeared you moaned into him moving to cup the back of his neck. He grunted pulling back for air taking one large gulp then wrapped himself around you pinning you to between himself and the table, clutching you to his front cradling you against him as you accepted him into your mouth groaning as he was quick to explore, dragging your tongue to dance around his moaning and teasing you letting his hands fall to cup your bottom grabbing the full cheeks rolling them around lightly then pulled back from your mouth. He looked down through half lidded eyes and smiled seeing your dazed expression.

"Well...That was, a long time coming and definitely worth the wait...Hopefully i wont have to wait as long for the next one?" you glowed red at that and wriggled a little freezing noticing he still had a firm grip on your ass. You nodded shyly at him.

"Y-you waited to do that?" He nodded moving his hands up from your ass to your sides smoothing his thumbs across your ribs lightly not willing to let you go for a second.

"Yes..For a long time the others were pestering me but I was shy...Wasn't sure if you'd like me or not...Didn't want to ruin our friendship..." you stuttered looking up into his sparkling eyes seeing him flustered and shy made you feel a little better

"Of course I do!...Had a crush on you for...well a long time but just like you I didn't want to rock the boat" he looked at you shocked then laughed loudly.

"Well now that we both know where we stand would you like to order in we could get your favorite?"

"You know what my favorite food is?" he tilting his head down to yours with a knowing grin taking a deep breath he started listing off a few of you favorite's.

"Of course I do, Chinese is your top sweet and sour chicken chow mein and hors d'oeuvres namely seaweed and prawn toast and Japanese is a close second wagamama's if I remember correctly , your favorite chocolate is Lindor and favorite drink of all time is apple juice" you gaped at him, he had remembered all that.

"Wow I'm impressed you listened to my nervous rambling let alone took anything from it" "I love listening to you, you get so passionate about everything you love its cute..Hard not to pay attention...what do you mean nervous?" you felt all giddy when you realized he had been paying attention as you rambled on about what you thought was random uninteresting things.

"Well I'm always a little nervous around you...I do have a crush on you." he chuckled pulling you closer pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

"That makes two of us, any way Chinese? My treat?" you jumped up nodding at him definitely up for some take out.

"Absolutely! but I warn you I can eat...Like I EAT." he chuckled moving down to give you one more kiss then pulled away from you to grab his phone to order online.

"And we can watch Netflix" you faltered and smiled up at him impishly causing him to raise a brow.

"I-I err don't have Netflix..." he gaped at you blinking as if you had a second head

"What? how could you not- you worked for them..Have you even watched the witcher yet babe?" you flushed at the pet name...And the embarrassing truth of why you'd avoided watching the show.

"W-Well you see that err...No I haven't...Kind of avoided it to be honest.." he frowned at you, you were so excited about seeing it yet you had...Avoided it?

"Why?" you squirmed under his gaze, the blues peering down you could feel them seeing through you.

"W-Well I...It was hard I really really liked you and then you just stopped talking to me...I was upset and each time I saw you it made me worse...Like I’d been punched in the chest there was no way I was gonna get through episode one with out getting really upset so I didn't watch it..." he swore dropping his phone to the table and wrapped his arms around you tight

"Shit...I'm so so sorry love...I promise not to do that to you again! come here... I've got Netflix I will give you my log in and you can watch it ....Not when I'm around tho not too keen on watching myself much" you grinned at him as he rocked slowly with you

"Okay then deal..Is watching yourself on tv like re-watching old family videos then i take it?" he laughed pulling away nodding

"Yes almost...Maybe not as cringe tho...Now come on go get the tv on I will be in there in a second just need to order this then we can get settled and pick a film" you smiled leaving him with a quick peck then ran down the hall to the sitting room barely containing yourself as it sunk in that he liked you back and this might just be the relationship of a lifetime.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x ofc #witcher geralt #witcher imagine

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howtosingit · 4 years ago

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Fic: shatter every window ‘til it’s all blown away

Carlos visits family in San Antonio while TK faces multiple storms in Austin.

Missing moments from 1x04.

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definitely just saw like 7 tornadoes

wtf

why exactly does this state want to kill me?

Carlos is sitting on his mother’s couch in San Antonio when he gets TK’s texts. It’s the first time he’s heard from the guy in a couple of days, since he left him on his front porch after their date. The silence hasn’t been terrible, if Carlos is being honest with himself. Sure, TK continues to take up space in his head every moment of every day, but the space seems to be getting smaller, or at least less centralized. He thinks that must count for something.

He glances up at the TV across the room, watching the meteorologist report on the major storm system wreaking havoc on Texas. Outside, rain pelts the windows of his mom’s one-story house, thunder roaring as lightning flashes. They’re a little too far south to be facing any tornadoes, but based on what he’s seeing, he can only imagine what kind of chaos Austin is experiencing at the center of the system.

Behind him, his mother and sisters flit around the kitchen preparing dinner, their conversation barely audible over the thunderstorm. He focuses on his phone again, thinking about how to respond.

Consider that a true Texas welcome?

Are you somewhere safe?

Carlos bites his bottom lip, watching as three dots appear at the bottom of his screen. He assumes that if TK is texting him he’s probably okay, but he’s sure this is the firefighter’s first tornado, so it doesn’t hurt to check. TK has been known to chase danger before.

yeah I’m at work

cowboy judd has us hunkered down until it clears

wbu?

Carlos looks back towards the TV, staring at the map that has taken over the screen. He sees numerous watches and warnings across the state, with a large concentration around Austin. The damage in certain areas is going to be catastrophic.

I’m in San Antonio, we’re just getting heavy rain here

There’s a pause following his text, long enough that he sets his phone down next to him, leaning forward on the couch to rub his temples. He’s already imagining the crazy workload awaiting him when he returns to town, not to mention all the loss. His heart clenches in his chest, knowing that it’s going to be a long road to recovery for his city.

His phone buzzes next to him.

I didn’t know you were out of town

but I’m glad you’re out of the worst of it

Carlos is already typing a response when another text comes through.

when are you back?

Carlos blinks, forcing himself not to read anything into TK’s messages. They’re friends now, or trying to be, and it’s super normal to ask these kinds of questions. TK’s just being curious, nothing more.

Tomorrow night, I’m working Monday

Just visiting family for a few days, it’s my sister’s birthday

He wonders if he needed to share that last bit. TK hadn’t asked for it, and he probably won’t care what reason he has for being out of town. Carlos sighs, wondering why he feels like he has to overthink every interaction with this man.

tell her happy birthday!

Judd says we’re probably going to lose service soon, it’s getting worse around the station

I’ll text you back when I can

Carlos sends a message telling him to be safe before tossing his phone to the other end of the couch, knowing that if he holds onto it he won’t do anything else until he hears from TK again. His mother finds him a few moments later, biting his fingernails as he stares at the continuous weather report. She runs her fingers through his curls, a surefire way to soothe him.

“I’m so glad you’re here and not in the middle of all of that, mijo,” she says, and he glances up to find her watching the report as well, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are all of your friends safe?” she asks, looking down at him. He nods, his eyes closing as he feels her gentle touch on his scalp. He can feel anxiety rolling off of him in waves. “That’s good,” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Come help in the kitchen, nene. You need a distraction.”

Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. With a sigh, he pulls himself up from the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they head into the other room, his phone left behind.

- - - -

He’s only about 20 minutes from Austin when his phone rings, the sound cutting through the music blasting in his car. Carlos glances over at his phone where it’s mounted on the dashboard, surprised to see TK’s name on his screen.

The firefighter had texted him once the storms had cleared, letting him know that everyone was safe and the station was still standing. Carlos wished him luck as the 126 headed out into the wreckage, honestly not expecting to hear from TK again before they saw each other at work.

He reaches out, swiping his finger across the screen to answer the unexpected call.

“TK?”

There’s a moment of silence before Carlos hears the other man take a deep breath, the sound traveling clearly through his car’s speakers.

“Hey, Carlos.”

Carlos feels his heart drop down into his stomach at the weak, broken tone of TK’s voice. His mind races with worst-case scenarios, wondering what could’ve possibly happened during his shift.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, trying to keep his voice calm. An image of a battered and bruised TK curled over his desk flashes through his mind, and he presses a little harder on the accelerator, wondering how quickly he can get back home.

“Not exactly. I just…”

TK trails off, hesitating, and Carlos rolls his eyes, frustrated that this conversation is happening over the phone and not in-person. He feels so helpless from so far away.

“Just talk to me, TK. I’m listening.”

There’s another pause, and Carlos swears that he’s about to scream in frustration. He has no idea what’s going on with TK right now, but in the entire time that he’s known him, he’s never heard the other man sound this shattered. Every heavy breath that Carlos hears through the phone feels like a punch straight to his chest.

“We lost someone on a call today,” TK starts, his voice blank. “A dad who wouldn’t let us treat him until we saved his kids. They were trapped in the house.”

Carlos bites his lip, his hands gripping tightly to the steering wheel as his eyes fill with tears. He knows what it’s like to have someone die in front of him, to feel like all he did was stand by and watch it happen. Those are the days where he feels completely useless, like there’s no point in him wearing the badge at all. He knows it’s impossible to save everyone all the time, but he can’t imagine not doing everything in his power to try.

“We got the kids out,” TK continues. “They all reunited, and then he just collapsed. Right in front of all of us. It felt so sudden, and there was n-nothing we c-could do.”

Carlos is shocked by the sound of TK crying over the phone, his breath stuttering over the last few words. He feels a tear of his own fall onto his cheek, his bottom lip quivering at the pain in the other man’s voice.

Doing what they do isn’t easy. It’s process and procedure and protocol. It’s assessing the situation, finding those who need the most help. It’s quick and sometimes callous, but it’s what they have to do, to be of any real use. It’s tunnel vision and quickest actions, all in the name of saving as many people as they can.

And it always hurts, when someone slips through the cracks; when someone’s pain goes undiscovered until it’s too late. Every time, it makes Carlos want to throw away the rule book, rethink the system, figure out how to make it better. He just wants to save everyone.

“I’m so sorry, Ty,” he says, the nickname slipping through for the first time. He tries to keep his voice calm and clear, for TK’s sake.

The other man doesn’t respond, but Carlos can hear him crying through the phone, quiet sobs rolling through the speakers. He’s just about to speak up, say something else, maybe offer a distraction, when TK’s voice cuts through.

“My dad has cancer,” he whispers, and of all the things that Carlos thought he might say, that revelation had not been anywhere on the list.

“What?” Carlos asks, the single syllable rattling through the air before he can stop it, his heart caught in a vice-like grip of terror for TK.

The man has already faced so much.

“I found some pills in his desk,” TK explains. “They’re prescribed for chemo patients.”

“Fuck, TK,” Carlos whispers, running his fingers through his curls as he takes his exit off I-35. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah,” TK says, letting out a breath. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Where are you right now?” Carlos asks, a new fear running through him.

“Home.”

“Is anyone with you?”

“No.”

“Do you need someone?” Carlos asks, making a decisive turn towards TK’s house. Just in case.

“I don’t know,” TK says weakly. “I… I don’t know, Carlos.”

“What are you thinking?” Carlos asks, trying to figure out TK’s state-of-mind. He seems a little all-over-the-place, and Carlos doesn’t even know where to begin.

“I can’t lose him, Carlos,” TK responds, and Carlos can hear the sob in the back of his throat. “He’s all I have here, I can’t lose him. I’m looking around and he’s everywhere and I can’t escape him or, or this image of him just collapsing right in front of me, without warning. Just like that dad did today. What if that had been my dad, and I missed it because I wasn’t paying attention? Because I was focused on everything else and not on the person who was really dying?”

Carlos makes another turn. “I understand that, TK, but it’s not going to happen, okay? It’s not. You know now, and nothing happened to your dad. I know it’s hard, but you can’t get trapped in the ‘what-ifs,’ you’ll drive yourself crazy,” he says, trying to be as soothing as possible.

“I don’t have anywhere to go that isn’t connected to him,” TK continues, “but I also don’t want to leave, because something could happen when I’m not here. I don’t know what to do, and I just keep pacing around the house.”

“Would it…” Carlos hesitates, wondering if he should even offer. “Would it help to have someone there with you, while you wait for him?”

“I…” TK starts, his voice cutting out. “I thought you were in San Antonio?”

“I just got back, I could be at your place in 10, if you want,” Carlos tells him, already mentally mapping the drive. He turns left, getting closer.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am,” Carlos states, his voice firm. “‘Not running away,’ remember?”

There’s a heavy silence following the reminder of their last face-to-face conversation. Carlos pulls up to a stop sign, holding his breath as he waits for TK to make a decision.

“Thank you, Carlos,” he finally says, and Carlos wonders if he’s imagining the lighter tone in his voice.

“I’m only a few minutes away, okay? Do you want to stay on the call?”

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” Carlos says, his heart feeling a little bit lighter as TK voice strengthens on the other end of the line.

“How was your sister’s birthday?” TK asks suddenly, and Carlos hears the clear request for a distraction; one that he’s more than happy to provide.

He’s in the middle of sharing how he helped his mom with the cake when he knocks on the door to the Strand household. Seconds later, TK throws open the door, his eyes red and glassy as he drops his phone and pulls Carlos towards him. He wraps his arms around TK’s frame, pressing him against his chest as they stand in the doorway, letting TK’s tears soak the t-shirt he’s wearing as he gently strokes his back.

There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. There’s just a desire to support and comfort and protect.

He can’t imagine being anywhere else.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #tarlos missing moments collection

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johannstutt413 · 4 years ago

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(for nic611; continuing from this)

Not quite twenty-four hours later, and Greyy was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror, double- and triple-checking himself for any unwanted lint or other messiness. This was the first time he’d been on a date, and he wanted to look his absolute best for his shimmering star...Not that he’d call her that out loud, of course.

After deciding he’d done the best he could, the Perro clipped on the bow-tie he’d bought for the occasion and left for the Ursus dorms, tickets in his pocket and a light in his eyes. ‘Where should we eat tonight?’ He wondered as he expertly navigated the maze of corridors to his destination. ‘Siracusan food’s too messy, but it’s by far the most appropriate...Then again, maybe she wants something that reminds her of home? Or maybe...Oh! I almost passed it. Okay, Greyy, deep breath, deep breath...You get one chance to see her like this for the first time. Make it count!’

“Coming!” The chef’s voice rang out from behind the closed door after Greyy worked up the courage to knock. “No, Anna, tell her I’m on my way-”

“Hey.” Zima opened the door, a smile on her face.

Greyy froze for a moment before bowing. It just felt like the right thing to do. “G-good evening, General.”

“Evening.” She walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. “Before she gets out here, I just wanna make something absolutely clear.”

“Y-yes?” He shook a little more than usual, but held firm. This was his night with Gummy, after all.

The General simply smiled at him. “First, make sure you ask her for her actual name; Gummy’s just a codename. Second, I know you didn’t pick a scary movie, but hold her hand when it starts getting gory, even if it hurts a little when she grips your wrist like a vice. Third...Treat her to something nice, alright?” She handed him a thick stack of LMD.

“Th-thank you, General!” The Perro nodded, pocketing the money before saluting. “I p-promise to give her the b-best date of her life.”

“I believe it.”

At that moment, Gummy burst through the door, the picture of Ursan beauty despite being clearly bothered. “Sonyaaaa! Leave him alone!”

“Just making sure he knows his place.” Just before being pulled away by the chef, she whispered, “Don’t forget to kiss her when you bring her back.”

“Go away! You already have a date for tonight!” She literally flung Zima back towards the door, huffing a little as she did.

Sonya just laughed as Anna poked her head out the door. “Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” The General gave one last chuckle. “You two have a good night.”

“Finally! I thought she’d never leave. So, um, you said we’re going to dinner first, right?” Gummy fluffed one of her hair-meatballs, making sure she hadn’t knocked it out of place with that toss.

Greyy snapped back to reality. “Y-yeah, I think we sh-should. Um...You look amazing.”

“Oh! Thank you!” She giggled. “And you’re especially adorable tonight. I like the bow-tie.”

“Th-thanks. Um, I didn’t know where you’d want to eat, so...” He had a nervous grin glued to his face. It was hard not to at least try to smile when she was standing right there.

The chef shrugged. “Anywhere’s fine, really. I’m not high-maintenance or anything...Actually, a burger would be pretty good right about now.”

“Burgers? Okay, I know a place, then.” The Perro took her hand just like he had before. “Shall we?”

“That sounds great.” Her response was enthusiastic, but somewhat muted by the fact he’d taken her breath away. To think her timid date had no trouble holding her hand like that...It was amazing.

The joint he had in mind was close to the theatre, so they took their time there waiting for their showing to start seating. Greyy got something small - he wanted to enjoy the popcorn, after all - while Gummy got a burger the size of her head and dug in with gusto, somehow managing to keep her clothes clean despite the river of burger grease that collected. It was a bit difficult to hold a conversation with that happening, but that just gave the Perro the time he needed to work up the courage to complete the first task the General had given him.

The Ursus sighed contentedly after finishing her not-quite pound of beef, now washing it down with a cola and fries. “It’s been so long since I had a burger I didn’t cook! Thanks for taking me here, Greyy!”

“Of c-course.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, c-can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.” She turned her attention from the fry pile to him, albeit still chewing on an extra long one.

Watching her redoubled Greyy’s smile. “Um, I know we usually g-go by c-codenames, but Greyy really is my name, so I was w-wondering...What’s your real name?”

“I haven’t told you yet! Silly me.” The chef lightly slapped her forehead. “It’s Rada.”

“Rada...” The Perro tried it out in his head a few times after saying it the once.

She giggled. “You okay?”

“Oh, y-yeah, I’m fine! B-better than fine, really.” His face was going to be sore from all the smiling by the end of the night. “I’m j-just really happy to b-be here with you.”

“Me too! I mean, to be here with you, not to be here with me. It’s kind of hard for me not to be with me, after all. He-heh.”

Greyy nodded. “Y-yeah, I know the feeling...Um, should we go see about popcorn now?”

“Oh, yeah, the popcorn!” Another burst of energy as she stepped off her chair and wheeled around to him before stopping. “Hang on, I need to check my wallet real quick.”

“D-don’t worry, I’m p-paying tonight.” The Perro left a chunk of the money Zima’d given him on the table.

Rada’s brow furrowed. “For everything? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“N-no, it’s fine,” he assured her. “The Engineering Department p-pays me really well for my e-experience level.”

“Hmm...Alright, but next time, I’m paying, okay?” She slipped his hand into his as they headed for the exit.

He nodded. “I-if you really want to.”

“I do.” The Ursus blushed. ‘He already agreed to a next time~’

“G-good evening, ma’am. Two t-tickets for the 1840 showing of Mercy on a Razor’s Edge?”

Waai Fu, who’d volunteered to run the ticket stand on her night off, nodded as she took them from him. “You helped with the production, right? Miss Nian told me to tell you something.”

“Ooh,” Gummy gasped. “A behind-the-scenes extra?”

“Something like that. ‘A silent sky brings a show of thunder, so ready yourself before your greatest wonder.’ She says you’ll know what she means when the time comes. Enjoy the film, Mister Greyy, Miss Gummy.” And with that, she looked past them to the next pair in line.

Rada’s free hand went to her chin as they walked over to the snack stand. “What on earth did that mean?”

“I-I don’t know.” Actually, he did, but he realized the Nian was setting him up for a perfect moment, so he didn’t say anything. “D-do you want your own p-popcorn”

“Huh? Oh, no, we can share. Oooh, extra butter, though.”

The Perro nodded. “I was th-thinking the s-same thing. Excuse me, Mister Matterhorn?”

“Good evening, Mister Greyy.” The Forte winked at Gummy. “So this is the date you mentioned at lunch today. Good choice.”

“Matt!” She pouted at him.

He laughed. “You know I had to tease you a little, Gumdrop. It’s nice to see you out and about, I mean it. One extra-large with double spray?”

“Y-yes, please.” How many people were rooting for him on this date? Greyy wasn’t sure if he should be happy or scared. “Here you go.”

“And here’s your popcorn. Enjoy the movie.” Matterhorn gave the pair another wink.

Rada sighed as she steered them towards the theatre. “Sorry about that.”

“S-sorry? No, I don’t mind at all.” Greyy squeezed her hand. “It’s nice that everyone’s almost happy f-for us as I am to b-be here with you.”

“Oh, Greyy, you are such a sweetheart~ Hey, look, two seats in the central row!”

They watched the previews - several of them being films Greyy had helped on, actually, being Rhodes Island’s premier lighting specialist - and throughout most of the film, Gummy was clearly engrossed in the plot. Thanks to Click, the fight scenes looked real enough to worry the Ursus at times, but having the Perro with her kept her from flipping out. It was a compelling story of espionage, romance, and a war of ideals between two factions, neither of which were completely wrong, just missing information, while the protagonist (played by FEater, naturally) tried to rectify that knowledge gap. It was really good for an independent film, and Gummy was focused in on it from start to finish.

Unlike her date, who was anxiously waiting for the moment Nian had mentioned in her cryptic poem. See, it’d been his job to help film the fireworks festival scene, and in Click’s words, he’d “totally fucking killed it” - meaning that was his greatest wonder. There was a long enough stretch of silence ahead of it that he would have enough time to get Rada’s attention, say something cool and dramatic, and kiss her just as the fireworks went off, but only if he got it exactly-

The theatre fell quiet, and Greyy knew his moment had come. “Rada?”

“Hmm?” She turned to look at him, the light of a silent single firework reflected in her eye. “Yes, Greyy?”

“I love you.” Surprising himself by getting it right the first time, the Perro did as movies had taught him - closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to the side, hoping she’d meet him in the middle-

-As if there was any doubt. The light from the screen and the roar of the fireworks’ exploding wowed the crowd, but a much more powerful display was going on in the theatre itself. As the movie resumed, beginning the final arc it had in store for its audience, Gummy held her forehead to Greyy’s with a warm smile on her face. “I love you, too.”

Leaving the theatre in silence looked a lot more awkward to an outsider than it was for the pair; honestly, after that, what more was there left to say? Once they were at Rada’s doorstep, however, Greyy did find some words to use.

“I, um...” Okay, it wasn’t immediate, but close enough. “I had a really g-good time tonight.”

“I did, too. You want to do this again sometime?” The chef was holding both his hands in hers, looking at him expectantly.

He grinned nervously with a sudden extra helping of blush. “Y-yeah…I would do this every d-day if I could.”

“Me, too.” She giggled. “Sorry, I just- I don’t know. I guess I’m kind of surprised, is all. I thought something would go wrong, but tonight’s been more than perfect. Does it feel that way to you?”

“I-i guess so? It’s k-kind of hard for me to tell.”

Rada cocked her head. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shone in the light above the apartment door. “Any evening with you is perfect to me.”

“Oh, Greyy~” And with that perfect opportunity, they had their second kiss of the evening-

-Captured on Istina’s phone from inside. “Oh crap, I left the flash on.”

“...Um, I need to go have a talk with them now,” Gummy explained, blushing wildly, “but are you free sometime this week for dinner here? I wanna make something special for you.”

“J-just say the word, and I’ll c-come running.” As evidenced by his tail swishing steadily back and forth behind him.

She nodded before pulling him into a great big hug. “Good. I’ll see you soon~”

“Mmhmm.” ...How long had it been since he’d gotten a hug that felt like this? “Good night, Rada.”

“Good night, Greyy. Keep on shining for me, ‘kay?” She let him go and turned to go inside.

The Perro stood there for a moment before replying, “Until I see your light again.” With that, feeling somewhat embarrassed but also proud he’d managed to say it, he dashed off to go home and cheer without disturbing the rest of Rhodes Island.

“Wow.” The General and the advisor, both in somewhat ruffled pajamas, were still by the window when the chef came in. “So, how was it?”

“Awesome, but why the hell did you take a picture of us just now?” She was a little angry, but that last line had left her beaming like a spotlight, so at this point she was more pretending to be mad than anything.

Istina shrugged. “It’s rare to catch these memories on film, and Sonya wanted to have your first kiss saved somewhere.”

“Well, joke’s on you, because that was our second kiss.” Gummy mimed flipping her hair (instead jiggling a meatball) before turning to go to her room. “I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”

“You’re going to leave us hanging, just like that?” Zima didn’t get a response.

Anna shook her head as she squeezed the General’s hand. “It was rude of us to spy like that. The movie was good, though, don’t you agree?”

“When did she have her first kiss, though? We were with them from the burger shop on...” Sonya shook her head. “Whatever. Let’s go to bed; all this espionage has made me tired.”

“Agreed...They do make a cute couple.”

She nodded. “Yeah...almost as cute as us.”

#arknights #greyy (arknights)#gummy (arknights)#so remember how the actual asking for the date was short?#tried to make up for that here #think i succeeded #also Zima and Istina giving off lesbian aunt energy to me in this story #i dunno why but there's something super aunt-ish about the General's behavior #probably just me though?#eh #this shit is fucking adorable either way #thanks nic!#arknights fic

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allforhader · 5 years ago

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I’m in Love with An Uptown Girl

Aaron Conners x (F) Reader

Requested By: @sunflosver

Warnings: Langauge, Smut

I hate the subway sometimes. This shit is fucking crowded 24/7.

Aaron held onto the top railing as the subway takes forever to get to his stop. He tends to people watch since New York has quite the diverse crowd. When the next stop came he watches this girl give her seat up for the old lady, nice to know not every New Yorker is an asshole. He watches her stumble as the subway moves before she could grab any rail but once she did she laughs at herself.

She sees the bright side of things at least...

As the subway continues on its route, Aaron checked his phone for any emails regarding an upcoming award ceremony when he stops to listen to the humming. He laughs a bit to himself before moving closer when the subway stopped again as the humming came from the girl he was...really just admiring.

“Uptown girl...she’s been living in her uptown world...” Y/N sways singing softly just mouthing the next line when she looked up and screamed startling herself and Aaron.

“Sorry—didn’t mean to...”

“No sorry. You just weren’t there before” Y/N laughs a bit kind of embarrassed she yelled in the subway train knowing a lot of people are pissed about their day. “Sorry”

“It’s okay, just. Yeah. No I’m sorry for startling you. Didn’t mean to” Aaron states catching the upper railing when the train moved again. “Just like the song you are listening to”

“Oh...you saw me lip syncing...”

“And humming a bit-“

“To Uptown Girl” Y/N smiles nervously laughing. “Yeah that’s a bit embarrassing”

“No no! Not at all...it’s honestly my favorite song”

“Really? I honestly thought I was the only one” Y/N smiles up at Aaron. “Because yknow. People listen to...well annoying stuff these days”

“Hey they all aren’t bad just-“

“The oldies are my favorite” The two said in unison as it sparked something between the two.

“Hey I was gonna grab some dinner...do you want to tag along? Talk more about the good songs of the 80s?”

“Yeah I’d like that, but first...you wanna tell me what your name is...Uptown Girl?” Aaron smiles catching a laugh from Y/N.

“It’s Y/N, and you?”

“Aaron”

“Hmm...” Y/N looks away smiling. “I like that name”

Aaron continues to have a smile on his face enjoying the small moment that’s going to have plenty of more as the night goes on.

The two found themselves in Central Park as Y/N watches Aaron enjoy what they got. She laughs at his over-reactions over the food but she thought it was cute a little.

“How the fuck did I not know about The Halal Guys sooner? I’ve lived here for most of my life” Aaron laughs continuing to eat his lamb over rice.

“Stick with me and you’ll know about all the good food joints” Y/N smiles taking a bite of one of her falafel patties from her platter.

“Let me guess...you’re a food blogger and you review all the spots in New York”

“Somethings gotta get me out of the underground”

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?” Aaron laughs taking a sip of his beer as Y/N smiles showing the magazine cover on her phone of Aaron with Lebron. “Shit. I hated that photo shoot by the way”

“I bet. Besides. To answer the underground thing, and then the magazine cover...I work for Admission and Records for the general hospital and that’s in the basement level. At least for the hospital in Manhattan.” Y/N states as she sets her beer down. “We get magazines with docs on them all the time. I just had a weird suspicion and had to confirm it”

“Well...not to sound weird. But do you like what you see?” Aaron laughs making Y/N let one out ending with a smile.

“I do, I really do” Y/N smiles watching Aaron stand up from the bench holding his hand out in front of her.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Y/N looks at his hand for a moment before smiling and taking it into hers.

“Lead the way doc”

Uptown girl

After a short cab ride, and a very silent elevator ride. Y/N pushes herself against Aaron feeling his hands rest on the small of her back. He presses his lips against hers without any hesitation.

She's been living in her uptown world

I bet she's never had a backstreet guy

The two stumbled in the hallway laughing as they continued to kiss one another not caring if any neighbor steps out to see them. Aaron suddenly picked Y/N up pinning her against his door feeling her wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. She admires him for a moment before going back to what they were doing.

I bet her mama never told her why

During their make out against the door, Y/N parts from Aaron reaching into his back pocket for his keys. Aaron immediately took his chance pressing his lips against her neck as she struggles to unlock the door without looking.

“Aaron I can’t—-Oh” Y/N stopped herself feeling her face flush when Aaron started to bite leaving his mark. “A-Ah...” she tried to contain herself when Aaron started to bite and trail his hands up her back under her shirt.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl

She's been living in her white bread world

Y/N finally got the door unlocked as Aaron held her waist pulling her close so she can get the door open without falling back. Once they were in his apartment she moved her legs back to the floor feeling him let go. Y/N immediately kicked off her shoes taking off her jacket as Aaron closed the door. He stood there watching Y/N pull her shirt off over her head tossing it to the side spotting the man staring at her.

As long as anyone with hot blood can

“Going to continue standing there looking pretty? Or” Y/N smirks walking closer to Aaron tugging at his pants by the belt loops. “are you going to help me out of my jeans?” she whispers into his ear before moving her hands up his shirt.

“God aren’t you a wild one” Aaron laughs taking his belt off as he also kicked off his shoes.

And now she's looking for a downtown man

That's what I am

Y/N closes the space between them kissing Aaron once again. He couldn’t stop thinking about how soft her lips were, soon giving off a small moan to her biting his bottom lip.

The two quickly made their way into the bedroom as Aaron lifted Y/N laying her on the bed towering her. He unbuttoned her jeans taking them off along with her panties before looking Y/N dead in the eye making her confused.

“Aaron I-“ Y/N gasps when Aaron inserted two fingers and began pumping slowly gradually getting faster making her arch her back off the bed moaning.

Aaron enjoying himself felt Y/N’s hands end up on the back of his head pulling him down to kiss her even deeper than before. He continued to pump his fingers making her moan in his mouth.

And when she knows

What she wants from her time

Y/N carefully pushes him back blushing heavily feeling her body heat up.

“Are you going...to take me...or what?” She breathes heavily letting out a semi loud gasp Aaron pulled his fingers out standing to his feet on the edge of the bed.

Y/N props herself up by her elbows watching Aaron take off his pants and briefs. She felt her heart race hearing her heart pound in her ears.

“Holy...” She states to the size of his dick looking at him in the eyes. “Do you have a license to wield that weapon?”

Aaron laughs a bit climbing over her again spreading her legs aligning himself at her entrance. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck bringing him down a bit looking him in the eye before bringing her head back when he pushes himself in.

Holy shit...

And when she wakes up

And makes up her mind

After their moment, Y/N laid in the bed staring at the ceiling looking over at Aaron who was still asleep. She propped herself up covering herself in the blanket looking at Aaron once again telling herself this isn’t one of those situations. But something else told her otherwise...fuck her brain. Slipping out of the bed was the easy part, getting dressed in the dark was the hardest knowing most of her clothes are at the front door. Maneuvering in the dark was a whole other challenge as Y/N slammed her knee into the dresser biting her inner cheek to keep herself from yelling. She looks back to see if he woke and he didn’t, finally making her way out.

When Aaron finally woke up he immediately reached over feeling no one beside him. He frowns sitting up looking over to the empty space.

“...I wish she stayed..”

She'll see I'm not so tough

Just because

The end of the week came around and it would’ve been nice having a date to an award ceremony but Aaron couldn’t get Y/N out of his head and would’ve wanted to go with her than any other woman. He steps into the event seeing people enjoy one another’s company introducing themselves. As Aaron mingles with a few other doctors and administration for a few hospitals, he spots someone in the corner of his eye immediately walking over.

“Ah! Dr. Conners!” The lovely old lady caught the man heading over in her direction. “Have you met Y/F/N Y/L/N? She’s in admissions at general in Manhattan. The poor girl busted her knee a week ago and I was just telling her you’re in orthopedics. Maybe you can check it out for the girl’s sake.” She smiles at Aaron as he looked at Y/N with worry but she always kept a smile.

“I told you I’m fine Ms. Henderson” Y/N smiles as the old lady grabbed Aaron’s arm pulling him down a little.

“She’s a lovely girl Aaron. You should...what do the younger crowds say...hit that?”

Y/N snorts hearing that as she turns away to contain her laugh. Aaron smiles a bit patting the old lady’s hand gently.

“Ms. Henderson if you’ll excuse us?”

“Oh of course!” She smiles leaving the two alone.

As Y/N composed herself she smiles at Aaron as he rests his hand on her cheek. She eases into it smiling.

“I was upset when you left...”

“Mm. I knew I should’ve stayed...just thought it was yknow...a heat of the moment kind of fling”

“Oh Y/N...if I’m being honest about my feelings here. You already snuck your way into my heart” Aaron smiles catching a settle blush forming on Y/N’s cheeks.

“I’m glad the feeling is mutual...” Y/N smiles feeling Aaron wrap his arm around her waist bringing her in as she kisses him lovingly.

When they parted Aaron looked Y/N up and down admiring the dress she was in. She smiles before pushing his hand away laughing.

“Don’t pull up my dress”

“She did say you busted your knee...”

“There was just bruising. Let’s just say...you have to move your dresser” Y/N smiles making Aaron laugh a bit bringing her close again.

“What do you say to...Let’s get out of here?” Aaron smiles catching that beautiful smile of hers once again.

“Babe, this is a ceremony where you are also getting an award. It would be rude to leave”

“You’re right, but will you sit with me?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Y/N smiles laughing before kissing his cheek.

Aaron smiles happily taking her hand into his and heading over to where he has to sit for this event. He couldn’t help but keep smiling the entire time, glad she didn’t disappear and came back.

I’m in love with an uptown girl

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #trainwreck #aaron conners #aaron conners x reader #I didnt mean for smut. but theres smut #smut warning

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Time and Time Again

Idol: Nako (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Hi!! Can I request a scenario where you are a traveler, so you and Nako always coincidentally meet up while travelling and you eventually decide to travel together. + a kiss

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love travelling so I was excited to write this AU. I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

The first time you met her, you were in Bangkok, Thailand, taking shelter from the sudden rain in a cafe on the hottest summer day you’d ever experienced in your life. As you stepped inside, your wet hair clung to your face and a welcomed chill went through your body as a blast of cool air hit your damp clothes, momentarily cooling you down. The cafe was crowded with other people just like you, rushing in to get away from the rain, and you looked around for a free table, shifting the weight of your backpack from shoulder to shoulder as you ordered a coffee in broken Central Thai.

Once the coffee was in your hand, you slipped further into the cafe, dodging larger groups and cursing the rain for pausing your day of exploring Rumbuttri Road. There were no tables open, but you spotted a single bar stool at the window and quickly walked over to claim it before anyone else could. As you sat down, placing your backpack on the floor underneath you and hoping nothing inside was wet, the woman on your right turned to look at you with a smile.

“Did you get caught outside too?”

You jumped a bit, not expecting anyone to talk to you, and glanced over, only for your heart to skip a few beats. The woman was small, with her wet hair pulled back into a low, messy bun at the back of her neck, and had the cutest dimpled smile you’d ever seen. A backpack similar to yours, just smaller and more purple, sat at her feet, and you collected yourself, realizing that you were talking to a fellow traveler.

“O-oh, yeah, I did. I totally forgot to bring my umbrella because it looked so sunny today. You’d think after years of travelling I’d learn better.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Same here. I’m usually better prepared than this! I’m Nako, by the way.” She held out a hand, and you took it, smiling back at her.

“I’m (Y/N). You’re a traveler too, I take it?”

“I am. I work out of Japan writing travel guides and posting photos and tips to Instagram. What about you?”

“I write guides as well. I go places that my followers are curious about and give them tips as well as photograph and sometimes video my experiences. It’s a great job.” You gestured out the window, where the rain was still pouring down. “Although sometimes I’m forced to take unwanted breaks.”

“It’s kind of fun though, isn’t it?” Her bright smile didn’t fade as she looked out the window, stirring her drink. “Even though I have to be inside, I get to meet other travelers or locals. It’s nice to try local places, relax, and chat a little. Plus, I love a little spontaneity!” Her positivity made you glance back outside, watching the rain with a new gaze. The street was now mostly empty, but inside of the cafe was cool and bustling with activity and chatter. You might have never stopped here if you didn’t get caught in the rain, and you had to admit that you liked the coffee. Plus, you might not have met her without the rain.

“I like that outlook,” you said with a smile, pulling out your phone. Maybe the rain wasn’t so bad. “You said you were on Instagram, right?”

A few months later, you found yourself wandering around the Amalfi Coast, trying to find a certain ice cream and yogurt shop a few of your followers had asked you to visit. It had recently been featured on a travel show and people were eager to see if it lived up to the hype, but you could hardly tell them if you couldn’t find the shop. Usually, you would be grumbling by now, but the scenery, the fried seafood you’d just eaten, and the feeling of the cool ocean breeze on your skin kept you in high spirits as you wandered through the pretty side streets, your eyes peeled for a little yellow shop sign.

As you walked, you looked at your phone, using the tagged photos of the outside of the shop as reference. You had the feeling that you were close as you stopped to study to roofs of the houses around you. They looked familiar, and when you turned a corner, you saw a sign that made you smile. You’d found the road the shop was on. Proud, you went to turn off your phone, only for a username in the tags to catch your eye.

It was Nako. And she’d just now posted.

“The ice cream already looks so good, I can’t wait to try it!”

Well. This was a pleasant surprise. Smiling, you made your way up the street and quickly found the yellow sign, hanging over an old yellow door with a bell at the corner. When you pushed the door open, you were met with the smell of fruit and she sight of Nako at one of the small tables in the corner. She looked up at the sound of the bell and her eyes widened.

“(Y/N)?”

“I saw your photo and figured you would still be here,” you said with a grin, waving at her. She was more tanned than she had been a few months ago, most likely from her recent trip to the Bahamas, but she still looked just as cute as she had when you first met her, especially in her loose floral sundress. A smile spread over her face as she jumped from her seat (just as tiny as ever) and waved you over.

“What are you going here?” She asked, opening her arms for a hug. The two of you had been talking over Instagram since Thailand, so it felt like hugging an old friend.

“I’m doing the same thing as you are, I’m sure,” you said as you pulled away, holding up your phone. “Travelling for my followers.”

“I guess I should have known that.” She giggled, and you remembered how much you’d loved the sound of her laugh when the two of you first met. “Oh, you should order something! The ice cream here is amazing!”

“So I’ve heard. Mind if I put my bag down here?”

“You know I don’t.”

Soon, you came back with your own order, only to raise your eyebrows in surprise. She’d already finished half of her cup, and you were impressed.

“How did you eat all of that without getting a brain freeze?” There was a playful lilt to your voice as you sat down across from her and she flushed, tucking her long brown hair behind her ear.

“I like ice cream and I eat it a lot, so I can eat it really fast.”

“That’s impressive.”

She giggled again, much to your delight. “Thank you!” After you took your first bite, she spoke again. “How do you like it?”

“It’s incredible,” you said truthfully. “It tastes so fresh.”

“Right? This place is totally worth the hype.”

“I agree, even though I had a hard time finding it.”

“Same here, but the walk is worth it, don’t you think? Such a beautiful view.” She sighed as she looked out the window. The shop was angled so that one could see the ocean out the front window, past the other buildings on the cliff side. “It’s romantic, don’t you think?”

It was your turn to blush as you glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah. I bet the sunset is nice around here.”

“Want to see if we can find a spot after we finish? My followers are always looking for secret spots to watch the sunset.” She smiled widely, her dimples showing, and you couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that your review of this spot would be especially sweet.

“That sounds like a great idea!”

That night, you returned to your lodging with the sweet taste of fruit ice cream on your tongue and a photo of you, Nako, and the sunset on your phone.

And maybe you were biased, but the sunset had been especially beautiful from where you stood at Nako’s side on the cliff’s edge, staring out over the sky blue ocean.

A month later, at the night market in Kenting, Taiwan, you weren’t even surprised when you saw her familiar figure in the crowd, ordering food at a stand. Instead, a rush of happiness went straight to your heart and a smile came to your face as you approached her.

“I think our followers overlap,” you said, making her jump and spin around before bursting into laughter. It was somehow pretty when she did it, running her hand through her hair while the other held her skewer of fried milk.

“You surprised me,” she said, her face bright under the streetlights. “But I kind of had a feeling I’d see you again soon.” She held out her arms and again you accepted a hug, feeling like you were seeing an old friend. “Try some fried milk,” she said as she stepped back and gestured at the stand. “Seriously, it’s amazing!”

“I never thought I’d try something like this,” you responded truthfully, “but I trust you.” Pulling out your wallet, you stepped up to the stand, amazed as the cook pulled out a skewer of frozen milk, coated it, and dropped it into the fryer. The smell was amazing, and you were excited to try it when you picked it up, blowing on it as you stepped back over to Nako and started to walk with her.

“Thoughts?” She asked as you bit into it, giggling at your face.

“Hot,” you said, sucking in air to try and cool it off. After you got over the heat, though, the cold milk hit your tongue and your eyes widened. “It tastes like ice cream! So that’s why you like it!”

“Bingo!” She happily took another bite, humming at she ate, and you found yourself admiring her satisfied expression. How was she so beautiful?

“Are you headed anywhere after this?” You asked, hope tinging your voice, and she shook her head, sending you a grin.

“No, why do you ask?”

“I was going to invite you to spend the rest of the night with me. I know a great place for drinks nearby. Only if you want to, though.”

She giggled again and took your arm, making your heart go wild as she looked up at you. Did she know how cute she was? “I’d love to.”

-I saw your followers asking you to go to Kyoto. I know Kyoto really well, I can show you around if you want!

When you woke up to Nako’s message over Instagram, your heart started to pound. She was inviting you to travel with her, that had to count for something, right? Especially with the time the two of you had spent together, most recently accidentally meeting up in Australia and going on an outback tour together. The two of you had been talking nonstop since you met, and the feeling of friendship you felt for her had developed into something... more. You couldn’t help being hopeful that this invitation and the way she had smiled at you before the two of you parted ways in Australia meant that she felt the same.

-That would be awesome! I have a feeling we’d run into each other anyway 😂 so we might as well travel together.

-Right? That’s what I thought! Plus, I’ve been wanting to travel with you anyway so it’s a win-win for me!

Butterflies started up in your stomach and you grinned like an idiot, now fully awake.

-Same here. When are you free for Kyoto?

-I get back from Korea two weeks from now, does that work for you?

-Works for me! Just send me the details and I’ll book a ticket. Your wish is my command!

-Lol just put your trust in me, I won’t let you down!

The string of emojis she sent afterwards just further brightened your day and you got out of bed with a spring in your step, daydreaming about Kyoto. You had never been so excited for a trip before.

Even though the flight to Kyoto was long, the bubbling excitement in your chest wouldn’t go away. Nako had told you a few things, such as where you’d be staying and how long you’d be there, but she’d left most of her ideas up in the air, answering with a little “hm, I don’t know!” when you asked about the trip. If it was anyone other than her, you might have gotten annoyed with someone else planning a trip for you. With Nako, though, you found yourself having fun. You trusted her and knew she would make a trip you enjoyed.

When you finally got off the plane, dragging your luggage with your eyes searching for her, your mind was full of possible spots she would take you to and your body was almost vibrating with anticipation. It took you a moment to spot her in the huge crowd, but when you found her, she was standing on her tip-toes and waving, and you felt a smile spread over your face. You had never seen her in a autumn clothes before, but the oversize pink sweater she had on somehow made her look even cuter: probably because she was already so tiny.

“(Y/N), you made it!” She called, throwing her arms open as you walked over to her and pulling you into a tight hug (you were starting to really like her hugs). “I’m so happy to see you again!”

“It’s been a whole month,” you said playfully as you pulled away and gave her a once-over, butterflies going crazy once again. “Did you hair grow even longer? How does it grow so fast?”

She giggled and tucked her hair behind her ears, a flush on her cheeks. Cute. “I think I just use the right products. I’m thinking of cutting it soon, since it’s getting in the way when I try to free travel.”

“I’d miss your long hair, but I know you’d look good with short hair too.”

“Really?”

“For sure.”

“Thanks.”

For a moment, the two of you just grinned and stared at each other, before bursting into giddy laughter, amused at the situation.

“You’d think that after seeing you once a month I’d stop feeling nervous,” she said, and your heart rate spiked. What did that mean? You didn’t have time to ask her, though, because she quickly turned and gestured towards the doors. “Come on, I have a car waiting for us and we have a long day ahead!”

Nako knew how to plan a trip. Every minute was accounted for, and she’d chosen the spots that she knew you’d enjoy. Kyoto was beautiful, especially in the fall, and her hand in yours as she showed you around warmed you from the inside, keeping you warm even when the wind caught at your hair.

The first day consisted of a tour of the city: Nishiki Market, street shopping, the perfect view of the Kyoto tower, hidden cafes, a river walk, and dinner at one of the oldest restaurants in the region. By the time she brought you back to the ryokan you were staying at, you were exhausted, your feet hurting in the most satisfying way.

Half of you had hoped that she would stay with you, but of course, she said goodbye and gave you a hug, telling you to meet her outside bright and early in the morning.

As excited as you were, you fell asleep as soon as you laid down, a smile on your lips as you dreamed about the possibilities tomorrow might bring.

The second day started with a walk through the bamboo forest that left you breathless. By the time you left, you were sure you’d taken a hundred photos: of both the bamboo and of Nako, who blended right in with her light green sweater. After that, you found yourself on a train ride and doing a blur of other outdoor activities that made your well-earned dinner taste incredible.

The days seemed to blend together in a rush of wonderful moments, of beautiful scenery and Nako’s sweet giggle and foods you’d never tasted before. You walked through temples and visited a sea-side village and laughed as you rode a lift up a mountain, watching Nako whine about the height. Everything was just perfect in every way, but before you knew it, it was the last night of your trip and you were sitting across from her on a train towards an smaller traditional town outside the city.

“The scenery out here is so beautiful, I don’t think I’d ever be able to get used to it,” you commented as you looked out the window, watching as splashes of orange, red, and yellow appeared on the countryside.

“It’s a beautiful place,” Nako agreed, a smile on her lips. She’d been smiling this entire time (aside from when she got splashed by an octopus while the two of you were at the seafood market) but you still couldn’t get enough of it. She was so cute that your heart squeezed every time she sent that dimpled smile your way. “But I think all of the places we visit are beautiful in their own ways. We live in a beautiful world.”

“We do,” you said, gazing at the way the evening sun cast shadows over her small face. For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, enjoying resting your feet in the warmth of the train and watching the scenery go by. As you watched, you thought back over the trip and wished it would never end. You’d had more fun with her in the past few days than you’d had in a long time, and you found yourself not wanting to leave her side. In fact, you kind of wanted to spend forever with her, and that feeling was kind of intimidating. Especially since you didn’t know how she felt about you.

“Where are we headed?” You asked, finally breaking the silence to get away from the thoughts that were beginning to make your heart pound.

“We’re headed to Kinosaki. It’s a beautiful town. There’s a ryokan there with private onsen baths and the food is incredible. I thought I’d treat you since it’s your last night here.”

“Haven’t you been treating me this entire time?” You joked, making her laugh.

“I guess so, but shouldn’t we go out with a bang this time?”

She was right about Kinosaki being beautiful. You could smell the sea as you stepped off the train and the air was cool and crisp: perfect for bathing in an onsen. Like you’d been doing since the beginning, you let her take your hand and lead you as you enjoyed the scenery.

It was only when the two of you reached the ryokan that it hit you: was she suggesting that the two of you get into an onsen together? Your face flushed and you gripped your backpack, suddenly feeling light-headed. You weren’t ready for this.

“Here we are! The best ryokan in Kinosaki.” She grinned and waved her hand, apparently oblivious to your plight. “Tonight is going to be a treat, just you wait!”

“I-I bet.” You followed her inside, in awe at how beautiful everything was. There was a garden outside, and when you went inside, you saw the spa sign. This place really was high end.

“Hello, I had a reservation for two rooms with private open-air baths under the name Yabuki Nako.” Ah, so she had reserved two rooms. That made sense. You weren’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved.

“Of course, we’ve been waiting for your arrival. Just follow me.” The clerk stepped out from behind the desk and guided the two of you down the long hallway until you reached two sliding doors, side-by-side. “Here are your rooms, Ms. Yabuki. Please let us know if we can help you in any way.”

As he walked away, you raised your eyebrows at her. “How were you able to get two rooms side-by-side? I’ve heard of this place, it’s really hard to get any rooms here!”

“I might have flexed my ‘famous travel blogger’ muscles to encourage them to get us the rooms I wanted,” she said, a mischievous grin on her cute lips, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I figured as much.”

“Go in and explore your room! We can eat dinner together and since the baths are right next to each other, we can talk without it being awkward.” She opened her door and stepped inside and you followed suit, stepping into your room and glancing around as you took off your backpack.

It wasn’t the biggest room you’d ever stayed in, but it was nicer than most, immaculately decorated and spotless. At the back of the room was another sliding door and you could see the steam of a private bath through the panels. Curious, you walked back and opened the door, taking everything in. It was small and definitely meant for a one person bath, but you couldn’t help chuckling to yourself as you thought about how small Nako was. With her, it was definitely a two person bath.

There was a knock at your door, and you walked back to see her standing outside, her face bright and expectant. “Well?”

“It’s beautiful. I love the private bath. This is probably one of the fanciest places I’ve ever stayed.”

Obviously proud of herself, she grinned. “I knew you’d like it. Do you want to eat or take a bath first?”

“Honestly I’m not hungry yet, and the bath is calling my name.”

“Same. Meet you outside?”

You flushed despite knowing there would be a barrier between the two of you. “S-sure.”

Once you were ready, you sank into the warm water and let out a content sigh. Your sore muscles immediately felt better, and the chill from the air kept you from overheating. It was perfect.

A splash and similar sigh told you that Nako was in too, and you moved so that your back was towards the barrier, as close to her as you could get.

“This is amazing,” you said, “thanks for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome. I wanted to try it too, after all.” She let out a giggle, and you tried not to imagine what she looked like in the bath, her face flushed from the heat. “So did you like my itinerary?”

“I’ll give it to you, you know what you’re doing when it comes to travelling. Everything has been great. I can’t even chose a favorite spot.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” She paused for a moment, and you could hear more splashing. “It’s sad that you have to leave tomorrow, though. It feels like this week has gone to quickly.”

You leaned back and watched the steam curl up into the sky. The stars were beginning to come out, twinkling and winking down at you as if they knew something you didn’t. A wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves and causing some to fall to the ground, and somewhere in the ryokan, you could hear people laughing and talking. A dog barked somewhere far off and a bird returned its call as the nearby sea brushed against the sand, loud enough for you to hear but still faint to your ears. Your heart squeezed in your chest and you closed your eyes, sinking further into the water.

Was the world always this beautiful, or were you just in love?

“I almost wish I could stay forever,” you said truthfully, voice loud enough for only her to hear. “I never want this night to end.”

There was a soft splash on her side of the barrier, then a sigh. “Yeah,” she said, her voice equally soft. “Me too.”

After the bath, it was time for dinner. You let her into your room, breath catching in your throat at the sight of her in a yukata, her hair in a loose bun and her face still slightly flushed and damp from the bath. You were reminded of the first time you met her in Thailand, and the thought made your heart squeeze.

“You look nice,” she commented, looking you up and down, and you blushed, glad you’d put on the yukata hung in your room.

“Thanks, so do you.”

“Thank you!” Her giggle echoed in your ears as the two of you sat at the table, waiting for dinner to be brought up. “You know,” she said after a moment, “we could always do this again.”

You were caught off guard. “Do what again?”

“This. Travelling together, I mean. Our destinations usually match up anyway. And it’s nice to travel with someone else for a change.”

“It is.” You’d been thinking the same thing, but until she brought it up, you weren’t sure if she’d want to. All you wanted was to see her again, and the two of you hadn’t even separated yet. “Where were you thinking of going next?”

“I’m not sure. You know, I’ve never been to Austria, but I’ve heard it’s a beautiful place.”

“Should we visit, then?”

She smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Dinner was served.

She had been right about the food being amazing. Not only was it served course by course, making you feel like royalty, but it looked and tasted incredible. You almost didn’t want to swallow as you ate, wanting to savor the tastes forever. By the time dinner was done, you were full and happy, knowing you would rave about the place when you got around to your review.

“Did it live up to your expectations?” Nako asked as she finished the rest of her tea, and you nodded, glancing at the photos you’d taken of the food.

“I already want to eat it again, it was that good.” You grinned at her. “Thanks for this, Nako. I had an amazing time.”

“You’re welcome.” Her smile was soft and affectionate, and it made your heart skip a beat as she reached across the table to give your hand a quick squeeze. Just as fast as her touch was there, it was gone, and she was standing up. “Well, we have to be up early to get back, so we probably shouldn’t stay up too late.”

Words lumped in your throat as you stood up with her, and you were overcome with a feeling you’d never felt before. You weren’t sure how to describe it, but it was like a chill, telling you that you had to say something now, or you’d forever regret it. Your hand moved without your permission, and you gently grabbed her wrist, making her eyes widen.

Immediately, nervousness washed over you, but you swallowed and steeled yourself. You had travelled the world and encountered all sorts of situations, you could tell her that you liked her.

“(Y/N)? Is something wrong?”

“N-no.” You took a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you something. Since I have to leave tomorrow and I might not get to say it again.”

Her cheeks turned pink as she looked up at you, her eyes wide with expectation and... hope? “W-what is it?”

“I like you.” The words tumbled out on their own, and you were almost relieved that they did. “Actually, I might love you. I’ve realized my feelings even more while traveling with you and I just wanted to let you know. It’s okay if you, um-.”

“I might love you too,” she said, her dimples appearing as she cut you off and stepped closer. Your heart raced and relief washed over you as you smiled so wide your face hurt.

“Really?”

“Really. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I just never knew if you felt the same way.”

You were breathless again, staring down at the woman in front of you. She felt the same way. It wasn’t just you. “Well, I do.”

“I see that now.”

A rush of confidence washed over you as she giggled, and you took her other hand in your own, a thrill rushing through you when she squeezed your hand in return. “Will you stay with me tonight? Since I have to leave tomorrow? I don’t mind if I don’t get any sleep. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

She stepped in, closing the space between the two of you, and as her lips met yours you allowed your eyes to flutter closed. It was a short, chaste kiss, but a promise of more to come as she hugged you, pressing her racing heart against yours and speaking in a light, lovestruck whisper. “I was hoping you’d ask me to stay.”

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