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Culture Shock

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it is 20 minutes to midnight but the chapter's done so i'm UPLOADING!!

Once again being bullied by these chapters, though for a very specific reason this time. I was stuck on one scene for like three days because I was trying to write a character doing something that I very much don't know how to do in real life.

Anyway, I'm overall pretty happy with how this one turned out. Enjoy!

CWs: Living weapon tingz, Jordyn's false belief that her abuse is normal, sexual references (in Jordyn's anatomically focused internal dialogue), dislocations, references to previous injury (stabbing), poor videogame skills

Culture Shock

“Need anything else?”

The officer shook his head. “Nah, I think we’re good. Tha-”

“Hey, get back here!”

I turned my head to find one of the suspects I’d just helped apprehend making a run for it. He must have wiggled free from the other officer’s grasp. No biggie. With a little bit of focus, I turned the darkness inside his pant leg solid, and sent a spike of it into the ground. With his hands cuffed behind his back, there was nothing stopping him from faceplanting hard on the asphalt road. Served him right for trying to run. The officer quickly grabbed him and dragged him back over to the cruiser.

The one in front of me cleared his throat. “Right. As I was saying, we should be good from here. Thanks for your help, Seven.”

I nodded, ignoring the way the name rankled. That was dangerous. I was starting to get used to being called ‘Jordyn’ again. “You’re welcome.”

Leaping up to a nearby rooftop and perching on the ledge, I stuck around and watched over the scene until the police left, just in case anything else happened, as per usual. By the time everything was done, the sun was starting to set, bathing Tombguard in a beautiful orange light. The season was turning, apparently. Summer had run its course, and now the weather would begin to grow colder. The idea was exciting. I didn’t feel like the outside world would ever lose its novelty after how long I spent in the facility.

I stepped back from the ledge to make sure no one could see me, and pulled my helmet off. Usually, that would be pretty risky, but I knew Father was out of his office right now, and the odds of him checking back over the footage were pretty low. Yes, I was taking a chance with being put back into that dark room and chained to the wall for another eight hours, but… Well, I’d been thinking about Maggie lately, along with everything she told me. Never stop asking questions, and all that.

Why did Father always want me to keep my helmet on? I thought it was to protect my identity, but everyone at the Union knew my identity now. Even if it was just to protect the sight of my face, surely it didn’t matter if no one was around to see it anyway, right? I mean, he let me run through the city without it back when we went to that ‘party’ thing, so… I felt bad just thinking it, but… it seemed a little arbitrary. Especially when the wind picked up and I got to feel it rushing through what little hair growth I had since I last cut it two weeks ago – another one of my small transgressions, since Father almost never saw me without my helmet anyway.

These were questions I would’ve ordinarily purged from my mind the second they cropped up, but… after what happened with Steve, I’d been letting them sit and working through them in my head. I still didn’t have an answer for why I had to do that to him, and it was making me realise just how much else I didn’t have an answer to. I did what Father wanted because I owed him for saving me, and that wasn’t going to change, but I just wished he wouldn’t keep me in the dark so much. I knew I wasn’t as smart as Maggie seemed to think, but I didn’t think I was as stupid as Father thought, either. I could handle knowing the truth about more stuff.

…Well, it was pointless to think about. It wasn’t like I could just ask him to explain it all to me. I would have to work hard with this Union job and show him I could earn it.

Speaking of, I should probably head over there. It had been about two weeks since I first joined, and I’d only visited a handful of times. If I ever wanted to finish this mission, I needed to start sucking up my nerves and actually interact with the Union heroes. It was just… very uncomfortable whenever Vivienne was around. I wanted to spend time with her, but knowing what I did to her uncle, it was still difficult to be in her presence for any length of time.

Well, whether she was there or not, I couldn’t procrastinate forever. Better get moving.

—

I stepped into the Union conference room, looking around for any sign of life. So far, the place seemed empty. Aside from Muffin, of course, who somehow always knew when I’d arrived and was always there to greet me. He pranced up to me, trilling, and I removed one of my gauntlets to pet his weirdly wrinkly head.

“Wrinkly little boy,” I said. He mewed in agreement, nipping gently at my fingers.

With no one around, I decided I might as well explore the place on my own. To that end, I followed a hallway out of the conference room, taking turns randomly. Muffin came along for a bit, before getting bored and skulking off somewhere else.

Eventually, I came to what appeared to be some sort of gym. Brianna was there, running on one of the treadmills. Her braids were tied back behind her head, swaying back and forth with her movements. It looked like she’d worked up quite a sweat, based on the sheen that had covered her dark skin.

She turned her head towards me slightly, slowing the treadmill down to a walk. “That you, Jordyn?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?” I asked.

She smiled. “The way you walked in. You step like you’re trying not to be heard, but those boots aren’t exactly subtle when they hit the ground.”

…I did do that, didn’t I? “O-oh. I hadn’t realised. That… That’s a pretty impressive skill.”

Brianna shrugged. “Eh. I can’t see people when they approach, so I’ve had to figure out other ways of determining who’s who. Doesn’t work all the time, obviously, but you’re pretty unique, so it’s hard to mix you up with anyone.”

Unique, huh? The thought made me feel warm. “What if I didn’t have my armour on, though?”

She seemed to ponder on it for a second, then shrugged again. “Then I’d probably be out of luck unless you spoke.” She grinned, showing off her teeth. “Why, planning on stripping down?”

“No, just curious.”

Brianna paused, her expression faltering slightly. She then quietly chuckled for some reason, shaking her head. “Ah, you’re funny. Say, do you wanna run with me? I’ve still got a few K’s left before I hit my goal.”

It seemed as good an opportunity as any to start ingratiating myself, and I was no stranger to a treadmill. “Sure.”

I hopped up on the treadmill next to her, turning it on and slowly increasing the speed until I was at a steady run. For the most part, we remained silent, only focusing on the pounding of our feet and the occasional beep of Brianna’s treadmill announcing her progress every 500 metres or so. It was relaxing in a way training usually wasn’t for me. Probably because for once I couldn’t feel Father’s eyes on my back, watching for every mistake.

“You’re keeping a pretty good pace,” Brianna said. “Do this often?”

“Every day,” I replied. “It’s usually just a warm up for my daily training regiment. Gotta keep my stamina high, y’know?”

“Damn, I’ve gotta respect the grind. Though, with the work you do, I guess that’s to be expected. Bet you’ve got a pretty nice physique under that armour though, huh?”

“Y-yeah, it’s, uh… It’s pretty nice, I guess…” I muttered, insides swirling. “You’ve got a nice body, too.”

It was the truth. I wasn’t sure why, but I had to keep myself from constantly glancing over to her to catch another glimpse of her toned midriff, exposed by her exercise-wear.

Brianna laughed. “Thanks, babe. I work pretty hard for it. You’ll have to show me yours sometime, too.”

I frowned. “How would that work if you can’t see?”

She grinned again. “I’ve got hands, don’t I? I’m sure I’ll be able to get the picture with those.”

I stumbled a bit on the treadmill, almost falling off before righting myself again. “Uh, y-yeah, I guess you would.”

…Wow, the thought of that felt funny. There was this weird, sparky sort of tingling in my gut, similar to that feeling I got back when I first figured out I could touch my clitoris to feel good, only not quite as strong yet. It made me want to go home and do that right now, actually. Or, alternatively, feel Brianna’s hands on my body and maybe between my legs as well. I wondered what that meant.

We ran in comfortable – yet contemplative, at least in my case – silence until Brianna finished up and reached her goal. She powered down her treadmill and got off, reaching down and picking a red and white cane up off the floor as she did so. I followed suit.

“So, you wanna… hit the showers?” she asked, enunciating the last part a little weirdly.

“No thanks. I usually just shower when I get back home.”

Brianna paused for a second, then shrugged. “Alright. Some other time, then. Catch you later, cutie.”

She winked at me, before turning and making her way out of the gym, sweeping her cane back and forth in front of herself as she went.

Wow, she was nice. I made a mental note to try and come back here around this time more often, so we could run together again.

Now that I was on my own, I turned back to the gym at large and had a proper look around. The space seemed pretty well-equipped. They obviously had an array of treadmills, but there was also an absolute truckload of other exercise equipment, too. Racks of weights, padded flooring clearly meant for sparring, a small selection of martial arts weaponry on one wall, and in an adjacent room, a big pit in the ground filled with water. That last one confused me a bit, so I ignored it, honing back in on what was familiar: the weaponry.

I picked a bō up off of the wall, examining it. The wood was rough and unfinished, as to be expected, and covered by a slight layer of dust. It was nothing I couldn��t wipe down though, and it had been a while since I got to work with one of these. Might as well make the most of it.

I walked out onto the sparring mat and settled into a comfortable stance, holding the bō in a standard two-handed grip. Taking a breath, I moved through what I remembered of my katas, swinging, thrusting, and spinning the bō around me, in sync with the rhythm of my body. As more came back to me, I began moving through them faster, striking harder, picturing targets in my mind’s eye to take down with my attacks.

Once I’d gone through each remembered kata at least three times, I began improvising, following the learned movements of my bō training and applying them to my own usual fighting style. The bō became an extension of my limbs, lashing out further and with greater power than I’d usually be able to muster on my own. I started flourishing a little, just for fun, spinning the bō around my arms and back as I brought it in for a strike. Then I began incorporating my shadows, using the bō as a conduit to manipulate them to my will.

Despite how hard I was pushing myself to maintain my speed and precision in my practice, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so relaxed. Going through these repetitive yet satisfying movements without Father lurking over my shoulder felt… fun. Almost freeing, in a way. I’d never thought training could be enjoyable, and yet here I was, actually having a good time while working out for a change.

Once I was satisfied, I finished off with one final strike before settling back into a neutral stance, taking a deep breath and letting the tension flow out of my muscles.

A small round of applause from the side of the room startled me. I whirled around to find Vivienne leaning against the wall, clapping her hands along with one other guy I didn’t recognise, who was sitting on the bench next to her.

“That was impressive, Jordyn. You’ll have to teach me how to do that someday,” she said.

“Oh. Uh, thanks,” I replied. “When did you get here?”

“A couple minutes ago. I was actually looking for you. Brea told me you were in here.”

The guy stood up, waving. “I’m here too. The name’s Rishta. I was just coming by to do my dailies, but that was some awesome shit you just did there. Where’d you learn?”

“I had a trainer. I’m a little rusty, though,” I answered, then looked at Vivienne. “What did you need?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out. I’ve finished all my studies for today, so I’ve got some time to kill. Do you wanna do anything?”

On one hand, this was a great opportunity to start gaining more trust among the higher-up Union members, as Vivienne seemed to be, as well as an opportunity to just to spend more time with her, which a large part of me still really wanted to do. On the other, what happened to Steve still sat heavily at the back of my mind. I couldn’t keep running from her forever, though. I was never going to make up for the pain I’d caused if I just kept hiding from ever having to think about it. If she had gone so far as to actively seek me out, it meant she wanted to see me. It would only hurt her more if I kept turning her down.

“Uh, y-yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Hold on,” Rishta interrupted. “Before you girls go anywhere; Jordyn, could I spar with you?”

Finally, something familiar. This must be a common pastime here. As much as I hated fighting, it was something I could do well. Accepting his offer would be a great way to start making ground on my mission. “Okay.”

He clapped his hands. “Great! I’ve been wanting to test your mettle ever since I saw you kick some guy’s ass on the news. I’ve been doing MMA for almost my whole life, but I’ve never seen moves like that. I’d be really interested to hear where you learned your stuff.”

Vivienne rolled her eyes with a smirk, sitting down on the bench. “Well, I guess I’ll ref, then.”

Rishta turned to her, hands clasped in apology. “Sorry Viv, just one match. It won’t take that long!”

She smiled. “It’s fine. It’ll make for some entertainment to see you get put on your ass at least.”

“Damn. Confident in Jordyn, aren’t you?”

“Jordyn is a highly trained special forces police officer. You are an admittedly pretty good martial artist. While I do think you have a chance, Jordyn’s got you beat in the experience department by a mile.”

“Okay, I’ll concede that,” Rishta said. “Either way, win or lose, I just wanna see how I fair. So, ref, what are the rules?”

Vivienne seemed to think for a second before deciding. “One round, either a ten second pin or a tap-out. No power use. Also, Jordyn? You’ve gotta take your armour off, otherwise it isn’t fair.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Why’s that?”

Rishta snorted. “Uh, because if you hit me with those metal fists you’re liable to take teeth out? And also, how am I meant to land a hit if I might break my wrist with a solid punch?”

That was… pretty reasonable, actually. There was a reason most of my trainers used special equipment when I was fighting them in my armour.

“Okay, but… I’m not allowed to let people see my face.”

“You can use your powers to cover it up, but only for that,” Vivienne said. “Like that night we ran into each other, remember?”

I nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

There was a chance Father would be mad at me for doing this, but… technically, I was still following all of his rules, right? Yes, he wanted me to keep my armour on at all times outside of my quarters, but if they still couldn’t see my face, what did it really matter? If he wanted me to gain their trust, I was gonna have to take some risks.

Step by step, I peeled my armour off, piling it on the floor. I summoned a cloud of shadows around my face before pulling off my helmet, and left it with the rest.

Rishta whistled. “Damn, girl. You are built.”

I didn’t know what that meant. Glancing at Vivienne heeded no clues, either. She was too busy looking at my arms, for whatever reason.

“Uh, sorry?”

Vivienne stood up, walking over. “He means you’re muscular. Seriously though, you have some nice arms.” She reached out, but stopped before she could make contact. “Can I feel?”

Most of the time, when people needed to touch me, they just did it. It was weird for her to ask, but oddly, it actually made me feel better about saying yes. I nodded, holding my arm out to her.

She placed a cold hand on my bicep, gently squeezing, before running her fingers up to my shoulder. I was only dressed in a tanktop and my underwear, so she had a lot of space to explore.

“What’s this scar here?” she asked, tracing over an indent on the front of my shoulder.

“A criminal’s knife got through my armour. It was a long time ago, though.”

Vivienne paused, stepping back with an odd look on her face. “Right…”

Rishta cleared his throat. “Are we gonna spar? Or do I need to give you two some space together?”

Vivienne’s face turned a fascinating shade of pink. She whirled around to Rishta, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “That’s enough out of you.”

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Alright, let’s do this,” he replied, walking into the sparring ring. I followed behind him and settled into a fighting stance on the opposite side.

“Are you both good to go?” Vivienne asked from the sidelines.

“Yup,” Rishta replied.

“Yes,” I said.

“Alright. Remember, you win by either pinning the other person for ten seconds, or getting them to tap out. No power usage. Just a clean and friendly match. Alright, fight!”

I inched towards Rishta, keeping a close eye on his movements as he did the same. Due to my lack of coverage, I was at a slight disadvantage; any twitch in my muscles to indicate my thoughts would be that much more visible, and I couldn’t read his thanks to his baggy clothing. I would just have to trust in my own reflexes.

We reached contact distance and Rishta didn’t waste any time, throwing out a few clear jabs to test me. I batted them away with ease, and returned with a few of my own. He ducked out of the way of one, but the second grazed his ear. He flinched, jumping back out of my range.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Faster than I thought. That’s fine.”

Why he was wasting time talking to himself, I didn’t know. I would, however, be taking advantage of it. I darted forward, aiming to sink a fist into his solar plexus before he could react. His reaction speed was pretty good though, as he noticed just in time and moved to block the hit. My fist was redirected, but I still landed a glancing blow on his ribs that would succeed in winding him a bit all the same.

I didn’t let up, aiming high this time. He blocked a hook directed at his jaw and grabbed my arm, clearly aiming to throw me as he spun into my centre. I moved with the throw, flipping over in the air to land back on my feet, and used my momentum to land a solid kick to his side. Rishta gasped, letting go of me and backing up.

“F-fuck, Jordyn. You’re-”

Apparently, he hadn’t learned his lesson. I just wanted to get this over with, so I moved in for the kill, returning his attempt at a throw by slipping my leg behind his and flipping him over my hip. He slammed back-first onto the mat and I wasted no time, grabbing his arm and pulling it between my legs as I wrapped them around his throat and waist, trapping him in an armbar. Then, I dropped to my back, squeezed my legs, and pulled with all my strength, pushing my hips up at the same time.

Rishta screamed as the pressure mounted, and it wasn’t long before the tell-tale pop of his shoulder leaving his socket reached my ears. This fight was over.

I released his arm and rolled back up to my feet. Rishta remained on the floor, catching his breath and groaning.

“What the fuck was that?!”

I looked up to find Vivienne staring at me, a horrified expression on her face. “What did you do?!”

“I dislocated his shoulder,” I replied. Why did she look so bothered?

Vivienne’s face didn’t change. “Why?!”

I frowned. “I… I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”

“J-Jordyn,” Rishta called from the floor, voice shaking. “While that was a s-seriously impressive armbar, I… I think she wants to know… wh-why you felt the need to dislocate my FUCKING shoulder!”

“Isn’t… Isn’t that normally how sparring matches go?” I asked, starting to get the distinct feeling I’d done something very, very wrong. “I dislocate my shoulders at least once a week in training.”

Vivienne’s face finally shifted, all the way from horror to pity. “Oh, Jordyn… No, that’s… that’s not normal. You shouldn’t be dislocating anything at all ever. I’m shocked you can even move your arms at this point if it’s happening so frequently.”

I looked down at Rishta, his face contorted in pain. Pain that I caused. I just couldn’t stop hurting people, could I? “I… don’t understand.”

What did ‘not normal’ even mean? This was just the way it had always been. I trained, and if I wasn’t good enough, I was hurt. My shoulders came out easier and easier the more it happened, but that was just what I deserved for failing to meet Father’s expectations. Was that… not how it was done in the Heroes’ Union? Was Father hurting me for no reason? No, definitely not. I never would have become as strong as I am if he didn’t train me like he did. But… If all of these heroes could do their jobs without needing to go through that training…

Vivienne kneeled down, helping Rishta to his feet. “We’ll talk more about this later, Jordyn. Right now, I need to get him to urgent care.”

No. No, I caused this pain, but I knew how to fix it, too. I needed to fix it.

“W-wait, I know how to put it back in. P-please, let me help.”

Vivienne looked at me appraisingly, and then at Rishta. “Are you okay with that?” she asked.

“If she’s really dislocated her sh- shit-” he paused, wincing for a second, “shoulders as much as she says she has, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. Let her have a go.”

Vivienne nodded, gently laying him back down. I kneeled down next to him, hands shaking, throat clogged with the need to cry. Now wasn’t the time for that, so I forced it back.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I- I just thought this was how it was.”

“It’s cool, Jordyn. You don’t get very far as a martial artist if you hold a grudge every time someone puts you on your ass. If you wanna make it up to me, you can teach me how you did that flippy thing when I tried to throw you. Also, find a new trainer. Yours sounds like an asshole. Maybe a therapist, too.”

I grunted noncommittally. As if Father would ever let me choose my trainers. Also, I didn’t know what a therapist was, so it was hard to agree to that, as well.

Step by step, I walked him through the process of getting his shoulder back into place. He cried out a bit louder than expected when it popped back in, but succeeded nonetheless.

“Shit, that was intense,” Rishta muttered, still catching his breath, tears visibly pricking his eyelids.

“Feel better?” Vivienne asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Do you have a sling you could use? Standard procedure with shoulder dislocations is to give the joint a rest for a week. If not, I could get one for you.”

“Thanks, Viv. That’d be great.”

“And you,” she said, rounding on me, poking me in the chest. “Rest your shoulders before you lose use of them entirely. You’re gonna give yourself arthritis.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Vivienne sighed. “Do your shoulders hurt?”

I frowned. “Yeah. All the time. Don’t everyone’s?”

“Jordyn.” Her voice turned soft. “Most people aren’t in any pain at all. Your shoulders hurt because they’ve been constantly abused. Every time you dislocate them, the muscles and tendons are stretched far beyond what they’re made for. Even when you set the joint back in, the damage stays, and it takes time, and more importantly, rest, to recover. Even with the rest, your joint becomes weaker. I’m not a doctor, but I am in medical school, and honestly? I think at this point the only way you’re going to ever fully recover is through major surgery.”

“Oh.” That was… a lot to take in. There was no way that was correct, though. Father wouldn’t let me continue to injure myself if it would affect my performance in the long run, right? My performance was practically all he cared about.

“I know that must be pretty daunting, but don’t worry too much, okay?” Vivienne put a hand on my shoulder and I felt it dig straight into my heart. The tears started forcing their way back up my throat, despite my best efforts. “The Union is here for you. You’re never alone when you’re with us.”

This was too much. I needed to get out of here. I’d done my part for the day and now I needed to go.

I moved past Vivienne towards where my armour was, and began re-equipping it as fast as I could. Neither of them spoke a word or tried to stop me, and once everything was back where it should be, I all-but ran out of the room and out of the building, jumping up to the rooftops to hide.

Maybe one day I’d be able to have a normal interaction with Vivienne without feeling more emotions than I thought possible, but today wasn’t that day. So much was running through my head, and I didn’t know what to do with any of it. Once again, that advice from Maggie rang through my ears. Father was hurting me unnecessarily, and I couldn’t understand why. More importantly, how the hell was I supposed to unravel all of this when barely getting through the day took so much brain power already?

Vivienne said the Union would be there for me when I needed them. But would they be there for this?

—

“No, no, no, no, no, no- Aw, come on!” Vivienne grumbled, throwing the controller down on the bed.

“Did you die again?” Brea asked.

“Shut up.”

“Have you tried turning the difficulty down?”

“Brianna, I swear to god.”

Brianna giggled, sinking back against the pillows. “I’m just sayin’. Listening to you die over and over again is starting to get boring.”

“Why don’t you try it, then?” Viv teased, though she knew it was a bit of a low blow.

“Ooh, you’re so funny, Viv.”

Vivienne grunted. In truth, she wasn’t all that invested in the game. The earlier events of the day were still taking up far too many of her thoughts for that. Rishta would be fine after a week or so, of course, and he was a remarkably good sport about the whole incident. No, he wasn’t the issue. The issue was that Jordyn had once again inadvertently revealed something about her life that she deemed innocuous, but was actually horrifying, and now Vivienne couldn’t stop thinking about it. The poor girl dislocated her shoulders once a week! She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised, given what they’d learned about Jordyn’s origins. It made sense that de Vygon wouldn’t bother being too protective of her when he literally grew her in a tube and could grow another just as easily. Still, it was just… so fucked up. Vivienne wanted to grab hold of Jordyn, wrap her in blankets, stop forcing her to hide her face, give her a hot chocolate and some plushies and a kiss on the forehead, and put her in front of a tv with some disney movies or something. Just… anything to alleviate the trauma that poor girl was going through on a daily basis.

Yes, these things took time and she just needed to be patient. But knowing that didn’t make the burning need to do something any less powerful.

“So,” Brianna said, holding the syllable out for far longer than necessary. “What do you think about Jordyn?”

Vivienne blinked. Apparently, Brianna had the power to read minds on top of her ability to turn into smoke.

“What do you mean?”

Brianna sighed. “I dunno. Think she likes girls?”

Ah. That made more sense. “Hard to say. Maybe? Why?”

“I was putting out a couple of feelers today when we were running on the treadmills together; y’know, trying to see how receptive she was to a casual fuck. She seemed into it, but then she turned me down when I invited her to the showers, so I’m not really sure.”

Vivienne snorted at her bluntness. “You wanna screw Jordyn?”

“Yeah, why not? She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“I dunno, I’ve never seen her face.”

“I mean, like, her personality ‘n stuff. Y’know, hardworking, determined, but kinda naive. And at the same time, sort of meek. It’s interesting. I’d like to know more about her.”

“And, to do that you’re gonna bang her?” Vivienne asked.

“Well, to be honest, she gives me major anxiety vibes. It would probably be good for her to unwind, y’know? Obviously, if she doesn’t want to, I’m cool to just hang with her, but I’m of the opinion that fucking someone is the single best icebreaker there is. Once you share that… that ultimate vulnerability with each other, there’s no nerves getting in the way anymore, y’know? Isn’t that how our friendship started?”

“I- well, okay fine, you’ve got me there,” Viv admitted, much to her chagrin. Sleeping with Brianna had been a great way to loosen up and also gain some confidence in herself after joining the Union. Hell, it would probably be just as useful for Jordyn, just like Brea was saying. But, knowing what she knew about Jordyn’s whole deal, it could definitely backfire if not handled with caution.

“Still, if you’re gonna do it, just… be careful? Jordyn seems like she’s got a lot going on, and she might… I don’t know… go along with it when she doesn’t really want to. I get the feeling she has trouble saying no to people.”

Brea hummed. “Yeah, I can definitely see that. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Either way, I gotta get my intentions through to her first.”

“Honestly? You’re probably best off just being straightforward. Like you said, she’s pretty naive. If you’re not clear, she’s not gonna get it; like you inviting her to the showers.”

“Yeah, that tracks... Anyway, that aside, are you gonna keep playing any time soon? I’m actually starting to get invested in the plot, but if all I can hear for the next hour is the sound of you getting your ass kicked, I’m leaving.”

A laugh burst up from Vivienne’s chest. “Oh, okay then. Tell me how you really feel, Brea.”

She fished the controller up from where it had fallen between her and Brianna’s legs, and unpaused the game. It was serious now; her pride was on the line. Vivienne was gonna beat this boss or die trying.

It was a little weird to think about; Brianna and Jordyn having sex. Part of her instinctively objected to the idea, on the basis of Jordyn’s sheltered-ness and naivety. But, in truth, Jordyn was a grown woman, and she deserved to make her own choices, even- no, especially when it came to stuff like this. Besides, Vivienne trusted Brea. Regardless of how it turned out or what Jordyn decided, she trusted that Brianna would do the right thing. She knew what she was doing in this department far more than Vivienne could ever hope to. There was nothing to worry about. It would all turn out for-

“Did you just die again?”

“Fuck!”

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This arc is great because it means I can explore Brianna more, since she lives at the Union HQ. She is fr everybody's friend and it is mostly because she just does not gaf about societal norms of intimacy and will love on you platonically until you accept your new best friend. She knows what she wants and how to get it.

(can you tell that her flirting scene was the one that gave me so much grief?)

If you can't already tell, the next chapter will very likely be saucy, unless I decide to put a buffer between them. So, if you're here for that, get ready >:) If you're not here for that, uh... my condolences. I will try to remember to indicate how to skip those parts.

Lemme know what you thought of the chap with a comment or reblog! See ya next time!

#project genesis whump series #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #creative writing #writeblr #writing #living weapon whump #original fiction #sapphic characters #dislocation whump

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diazheartsbuckley · 7 months ago

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🏫🏫🏫 :)

Hi! 💗

🏫(College professor x student AU)

Accidentally switched this around, this is actually 🎓 (which can be found here)

Despite loving his job, Eddie was ready to quit about 20 minutes into his first lecture with Evan "Buck" Buckley seated in the front row. The younger man had bright blue, almost beaming eyes, slightly tussled sandy blonde hair and apparently no shame, because he was wearing a light pink cropped t-shirt and dark blue jeans that hugged his ass just a little too tightly. Normally, Eddie didn't care what his students wore to his classes unless it was disrespectful or discriminatory, but he didn't know how to categorize this one. Across Buck's chest, the phrase, "use me" was written in black cursive letters and Eddie couldn't even argue against it without making it too obvious. Because not even three weeks earlier, Buck had been in his bed, riding him and gripping onto his skin like it would the last time he ever had sex. They hadn't exactly left much time for talking when they met in a bar at 1 am, Buck seemingly having lost his friends. Which Eddie later learned was a ploy to get him to go home with the younger man. And it had worked perfectly. So suddenly seeing him in the front row, looking as good, if not better, than the day they met, threw him off and he had to clear his throat as he did the first roll-call of the year. And Buck was smiling at him innocently, very clearly playing coy but as soon as he opened his mouth to answer Eddie's question, he was far from it. He was well-versed in English Literature and didn't take no for an answer. And it annoyed Eddie to no end. At the end of the class, Eddie dropped down in his chair with a heavy thud, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to his students gathering their things and shuffling out of the lecture hall. When a set of hands made its way onto his desk, Eddie recognized them a little too quickly because he had spent some time memorizing how they looked resting on his thighs as Buck had given him the most enthusiastic blowjob of his life. "I didn't know that you were a professor," Buck said as he let the tip of his tongue trace along his lower lip, Eddie unable to keep his eyes from following it. "I think-... that's kind of sexy" Buck moved his hand across the table to touch the professor. "I can't-... I can't do this. I could get fired if anyone ever found out" Eddie shot up from his seat, almost making his chair tilt backwards. Eddie wasn't sure what the reaction on Buck's face was but he narrowed it down to pride mixed with a sense of arousal. "Then let's make sure we aren't caught"

Make me write 🥰

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie wip #fortheloveofbuddie writes #buddie college au #911 on abc #i havent written in so long #not sure i like this but here you go 💙#tagging with my new url too #diazheartsbuckley writes

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streetlightyeri · 5 months ago

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Would you ever write for Scott from twisters?

I am in the midst of writing something for him! I have three fics in the works (part 2 for tyler, the main fic that "false god" fits in for boone, and one for scott). they're all based off of Zach Bryan songs.

I just feel like everything I'm writing sounds like I'm illiterate. It's very hard for me to write things that don't have extensive backstories (ig that's what a masters degree in creative writing does to a person lol), so I have to actively fight myself to not write 100 pages of fanfiction about a side character that gets 10 minutes of screen time bc literally no one would read that. for reference of how inane I am when I write: I am currently searching academic sources to get an understanding of sound wave acoustics bc I've decided one of my characters will have a PhD in it - like what is my problem, this is a movie about TORNADOES. anyway lol here's a little sneak peek for the Scott fic. very rough - hasn't been proof read even once. <3

“ASPEN!” It felt like the world was spinning around him, as though he was the center of the tornado. He had his hat clenched in his hand. He felt his lunch fighting to come up. All around him was destruction with a death toll of 14 and climbing. If she was one of them, he wouldn’t know what he would do. He had searched every same piece of rubble that was once her grandmother’s house and had no luck.

Javi walked up to the Tornado Wrangler crew with arms extended in a gesture that one would use when approaching a bull. “I understand you do not want to see me, but trust me, we are not working these people.” He glanced over his shoulder to see Scott scouring what he could only imagine was the remnants of her room for the 3rd time. He pulled his phone and swiped to the photo Scott shared with him. He turned it to the group. “Have you seen this girl?”

Tyler blinked a moment too long and a tanned girl with cropped hair swallowed harshly. Dani was her name, if Javi remembered correctly. She stepped away from the table where she was handing out food and pulled Javi to the side. “It’s bad. I found her in that flipped StormPar truck pinned to the seat by an old iron post through the chest. It didn’t seem like she was trying to take cover, more like she was trying to grab something because this was in her hand.”

Dani handed him a hunk of plastic that would’ve seemed like nothing to someone else. But Javi knew: this was the StormPar data. She could very well be dead, all because she didn’t want Scott to lose everything from the Par.

“It . . . I thought she was dead, her breathing was so shallow. I’m a trained EMT, so I almost called it. Anyone else would have. But she twitched, so I investigated some more. I had to trach her to keep the stress off her heart. Tyler and I put her in an ambulance with the post still in about 20 minutes ago.”

Javi turned to run to get Scott, but Dani’s hand gripped his upper arm, forcing him to turn back to her.

She leveled her eyes with his, steeling her voice. “I can guess who she is to him. She may not have even made it to the hospital. Her breathing depends on how well the EMTs can bag her. What he sees may scar him. He may be identifying her. Make sure he is prepared. Do not give him false hope.”

Javi gave one strong nod. “Thank you.” He glanced at the rest of the group who pretended to not be listening. “Y’all are good people.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and let him go, watching as he ran to Scott who had screamed himself hoarse. Javi slipped the data pack into his back pocket; the reason she was in that truck was not something he was going to be telling Scott, at least not at that time. Javi tried to explain everything else, but the second the word ambulance came out of Javi’s mouth, Scott was running for the truck. Javi had to tackle him against the door and take the keys from him. “You are not stable enough to drive.”

Scott would’ve argued any other time, but every second he spent outside the vehicle was one where he could be on the way to see her. He complied, climbing into the passenger seat.

#twisters #twisters 2024 #imagine #twisters movie #Scott twisters #Scott twisters imagine #Scott twisters one shot #Scott twisters x reader

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kysuu · 5 months ago

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Lost Souls

Hozier x Fem!Reader

Chapter one: its nice to meet you

You and Andrew had met in University. You had moved to Kildare from London due to family drama but you didn't manage to get into any of the University's there, but you ended up getting into one in Wicklow. It was an hour drive one a bus but with everything that was going on it was the least of your worries. And before you knew it it was your first day

My alarm had woken me up. I groaned as I sat up in bed rubbing my eyes from exhaustion, I check my phone. 6AM. I yawn getting up and heading down the hall into the bathroom. The house was old looking but I wasn't surprised seen as my grandad had spent 20 minutes talking about how it has been passed down for many years amongst the Mohall's but hey at least I didn't have to pay rent I think to myself as I brush my teeth. I was seriously dreading this hour bus drive to Wicklow, I mean yes the Irish country side was beautiful but that wont help my anxiety. I get dressed into a pair of ripped jeans and a plain black crop top and a pair of black converses. It was basic sure but its my fist day who has time to be getting dressed up on there first day? I wet the ends of my hair scrunching hair mousse into them to define my curls more, I applied some mascara and lip-gloss and called it a day. I mean it was my first day and I have a long bus ride I have no reason to get dressed up like people normally would on there first day which was understandable but I just didn't have the energy.

After finishing breakfast and packing my bag with stationery and text books we were supposed to buy I went to the bus station. The bus drive felt surprising quick and before I knew it I was standing outside of my first class. History of music. I walk into the classroom and I see there assigned seats on the board. I go and sit in my seat where I see a boy with semi-long dishevelled hair, green eyes and a slim figure, given the way he was sitting I assumed that he was also quite tall. And then sitting next to him was another guy (presumably his friend)who also had a similar hair length just with straight hair.

'hey are you new around here?' the curly haired boy asked

'yeah, I'm Y/N' I say with a soft smile.

'I'm Andrew and this is Alex' He says and he returns the same soft smile and Alex smiles too.

'Its nice to meet you'

'you too.' both Andrew and Alex had said simultaneously which caused me to crack a smile and they laughed.

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i will be posting chapter 2 soon :))

#hozier #hozier x reader #hozier x y/n #fem reader #for you

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criminalcinnamon · 4 months ago

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BEACH DATE!!! (A jacnoah oneshot)

This thing is the reason there hasn't been any art for a while. Anyway, enjoy!!!

The sun shone onto the pair as Jacques and Noah stepped onto the sand. Noah had sunglasses atop his head, he was wearing a loose white t-shirt and teal swim shorts. Jacques, on the other hand, was wearing jean shorts and a crop top. Noah had a bag slung over his shoulder and Jacques was carrying the chairs.

"What's up with your outfit?"

"I wanted to look stylish."

"I'm not saying that you don't, I just don't get the need to look great all the time. Your hair's gonna get wet anyway. Speaking of wet, I am NOT going in the water."

"Why not?"

"You know. The eels."

"Right." Jacques nodded and started setting up the chairs. "You can sit here."

Noah collapsed onto the chair. "Great."

Jacques stretched, the sun hitting him at the perfect angle. He quickly changed behind his towel before emerging in his swimsuit. Noah lifted up his sunglasses, his eyes wide, before covering his eyes once more. Jacques grinned and sat next to Noah, who immediately snuggled up to him, smiling.

"Comfortable?" Noah nodded before yawning. "Aw." Jacques ruffled Noah's hair before pulling out his phone and taking a photo, the flash making Noah snap out of his daze for a second. Jacques snickered and Noah rolled his eyes, gripping Jacques a little tighter as he started to doze off once more.

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Noah found himself shaken awake by Jacques, who was telling him he was going to go in the water.

"Yeah yeah..." Noah mumbled, shifting slightly as Jacques stood up.

Noah felt lonely without him there, then he remembered something, and a devilish smirk spread across his lips. Noah got out of his chair and cracked his back, god, his legs hurt. As much as Noah hated water, he couldn't resist the urge to tease Jacques. He tossed his shirt and crept over to the water. He bent down, scooping up a rather large fish and holding it behind his back as he walked over to Jacques.

"Noah!" Jacques grinned, before noticed that Noah's hands were behind his back and he was snickering. "What have you got there?"

Noah grinned evilly before pulling out the fish, making Jacques scream. Noah stuck his tongue out and waved the fish up and down.

"Blegh!!!" He then started to make smooching noises as he put the fish closer to Jacques' face.

"Get it away!" Jacques squealed and flailed his arms around, whacking the fish out of Noah's hands. Noah cackled before backing out of the water and bending down on one knee to watch the fish swim away.

"What was that for!?"

"Fun." Noah smirked, and Jacques froze.

"You... You faced your fear of water... To shove a fish in my face."

"Yup."

"You're the worst." Jacques rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm going back to my chair." Noah turned away and walked back up the beach.

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After half an hour, Jacques finally got out of the water. He squeezed the water out of his hair and felt it drip down his back before approaching the sleeping Noah. Not wanting to poke the bear, he moved a little further away before starting to build a sandcastle. Jacques LOVED building sandcastles and decorating them with seaweed and seashells and showing them to Noah, enjoying the smile he got out of him every single time. He loved seeing Noah's smile, especially since it wasn't very often that he got to see it.

He was grinning as he piled up the sand. Circling around the beach and picking up things for decoration. When he was done, he felt proud. It was maybe the best sandcastle he'd ever built. Right when he was about to call Noah over to look, a small kid with a devious look on his face wandered over. Shit. He was NOT about to let this child ruin this sandcastle that he'd spent like 20 minutes on. Just as the kid was about to kick over the "precious" sandcastle, Jacques held out his arm, making the boy fall on his face. Jacques had to admit, he didn't find as much pleasure in being evil as before.

Finally, Jacques called Noah over.

"Noah!" He waved his arm back and forth in front of Noah's face. "Look what I made!!!" Noah yawned and lifted his sunglasses. "Huh?"

Jacques frantically pointed to the elaborately decorated sandcastle. Noah grinned and gave Jacques a thumbs up.

"Nice."

Jacques wanted more praise, but the 'nice' from Noah was good enough for him. Any compliment from Noah was the best thing ever to him.

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The sun was starting to set, casting a nice shadow over the pair. They had migrated to sitting on a nice beach towel with a striped pattern on it. They were calm, just chilling there as they watched the sunset. It was a vast change in tone from the excitement of the rest of the day.

Jacques looked over at Noah, the way the sun shone on his long hair and reflected on his sunglasses which sat atop his head was beautiful. Noah was beautiful as a whole. He wanted to do something romantic, a kiss or maybe just wrapping his arm around him, but he didn't know how. Jacques sat there and thought for a while - maybe a little too long - until he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Noah rested his head on Jacques' shoulder, he was started to get tired, even though he just sat around all day. He smiled when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, he leaned into Jacques a little more, enjoying the contact as they watched the sun sink into the sea.

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WOAHHH woah more jacnoah. Anyway I made some art for this fic too actually!!! :333

#total drama #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #td noah #noah tdi #td jacques #tdrr jacques #jacnoah #jacques x noah #pen man writes

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mccookiemonster · 3 months ago

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No Ordinary Love Story

Chapter 2

A few weeks have passed since the whole incident and a lot has happened. Louie was accused of killing Claudia and taken into police custody, Franklin is doing business with Manboy, and Franklin spent a couple of days out of town with Avi. While all of that was happening Andre was working to build a police team to help take down Franklin and his family to stop him from destroying the community even more than he has all already done. Franklin did try to reach out to you but you ignored all his calls, pages and his knocks on your bedroom window, but of course when you weren’t home he snuck into your room with the help of your grandma and left flowers, a card, and some money to let you know how sorry he is. You of course threw away the cards and flowers and kept the money, with the money you got your hair done, nails, and got yourself a new outfit for the skating rink that you were going to the Shon-shon and her friends.

Right now you just finished getting your hair done at your cousin’s house. You got some classic box braids.

“Ooo girl you always get me right!!” I said while checking my hair in the mirror.

“Girl I will always do y-STOP ALL THAT ROUND AROUND MY HOUSE THIS AINT NO DAMN ZOO!!!” she yelled at her kids running around screaming like headless chickens.

“Smh, please never have kids” she said with an eye roll.

“Trust me I won’t, I don’t want them to end you like yours”.

“Watch yourself now my kids ain't that bad”.

“Surrrre, well I see you later thx boo” I said kissing the side of the chick before walking out the door. As I was walking out there was a group of guys sitting on the porch next door smoking, drinking, talking. As i'm walking to my car they started whistling trying to get my attention.

“AYE SHAWTY WIT THE FAT ASS” one yelled.

“DAMN YOU LOOK GOOD”

“COME OVER HERE A GIVE DADDY A RIDE” he said while grabbing his meat.

I walked around to the drivers side of the and gave them the middle figure with a sarcastic smile. One had enough courage to come up to my car and open the door for me. He was tall, nice smile, waves, and was walking like he had a big dick and knew how to use it.

“Wassup ma” he licked his lips and smiled.

“Nothing, just trying to go home” I got in the car and closed the door. He bends down and puts his face through the window.

“What's your name”

“You first”

“They call me manboy”

“HAHAHA-im sorry-it’s just manboy really” said while giggling. He smirked “wanna find out why they call me manboy”

I started my car up “Boy bye. Look I got to go”.

“Ok here’s my number” I took the paper and put it in my purse and I began to drive off.

“CALL ME” he yelled as I got farther away.

I arrived home shortly and saw my grandma sitting in front of the tv watching The Cosby Show while folding laundry. I greeted her and made my way to my room to take a nap. I woke up and saw that it was 7:20. I had to be out of the house by at least 8 to drop my nana off at bingo then make it to the skating rink by 9. I got up and made my way to the bathroom to shower. After I finished I lotioned up and put some jean shorts and a plain white cropped top on. I walked over to my vanity and put on some bracelets and necklaces and sprayed some perfume.

“Nana are you already!” I yelled

“Girl, I've been ready for the past 20 minutes. I'm just waiting on your slow ass. Making me late for bingo and shit. She yelled back, mumbling the last part.

“Ok I’m ready lets go” I said walking out of my room into the living room grabbing my keys and purse. We walked out of the house to the car and started making our way to the community center where bingo was going to be at. After a few minutes we finally made it and the community center was filled with old people. “Will you need a ride back?” I said while pulling up to the front.

“No baby, I'm staying the night with Earl” she said, pulling out her mirror and applying lipstick.

“Ewwwww gross nana” I said, making a disgusted face.

“ Oh hush just because I look old don’t mean I-”

“Ok I don't want to hear anything else please.”

“Hello ladies,” Earl said, walking up to the car and opening the door for nana.

“Hi Earl” my nana said in a flirtatious tone.

“Hi Earl” I said while rolling my eyes in a playful tone.

“Have fun but not two much fun you two”. They just laughed and waved me off as they made their way in. I drove off and made my way to the skating rink where everyone was already waiting for me. I pulled into the parking lot and found a parking spot. I got out, locking the door and making my way in. As I went in and grabbed a pair of skates. I looked around for my friends and finally saw them sitting at a booth talking. I made my way over and Shon Shon was the first to notice me.

“HEYYY GIRL,” she yelled. Everyone turned to see me walking over. I laughed and waved.

“Hey guys” Everyone greeted me even Melody’s fake ass but she only didn’t so I can see her clinging onto Franklin to let me know that she’s here with him. At that I rolled my eyes.

“ Come on guys, are we just going to sit and look stupid or are we going to go out there and skate?

“We was waiting for your slow as.” Leon said

“Well I’m here now so lets gooooo.”

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Hey guys I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while I've just been busy with school but i'll try and update as often as I can!!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter even though it was kind of a filler and I was just trying to get something out for you guys

Please excuse spelling and grammar mistakes.

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octaneink · 7 months ago

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Hello Baby Can You Come Over

This is another Harry Lewis one, I think I wrote this after Ring RIng.

It uses the same name for the original character (Aurora) but I think I wrote her to be more of a person rather than the empty husk of the last one (this is moreso due to not having spent enough time developing the story) shes an overworked software engineer. The story was meant to unravel with her slowly learning to let loose, relax and be herself again. I don’t think I had romance at the front of this story when I thought of it, it was more so Aurora developing into herself and finding Harry on the way, if that makes sense?

Original female character x Harry Lewis

Tired bleary eyes behind silver framed rims stared back at her from the mirror. Aurora had just gotten out of the shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up the glass as she stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She quickly got dressed in her favorite tan joggers and a well-worn white crop top, pulling on a brown massive zip-up hoodie that was a size too big and hung in a way that made her look like a child in her father’s clothes. She brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the wild locks into submission with a clip, then slipping on a pair of bright red headphones to hold down any baby hairs that may have escaped, and slipped on her white trainers.

Making her way out of her room, she caught her eye on the full body mirror by door. Aurora barely recognized the reflection staring back at her - she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her clothes were frayed and worn, a far cry from the put-together woman she used to be. The comments her family, friends and co-workers made about her appearance didn’t really sink in until now.

Shaking her head, Aurora grabbed her keys and headed out into the bustling streets of London. She lived in a small, shared apartment on the outskirts of Central London, close enough to the action to be convenient but far enough away to avoid the crowds. As she walked, Aurora thought about her current predicament. She rarely went out anymore, spending most of her time holed up in her flat, working from home and saving her money. The days all blended together, forming a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn't seem to unravel. But today was different - Aurora had recently finished a big project so she took the rest of Friday off from work and she was determined to enjoy it.

Before she left the flat, she turned off her work laptop with the intention of heading out for some unhealthy food. Aurora was thankful that the company she was working for allowed you take off sometime during a workday if you’ve been working a lot. Who knew being one of the three senior developers in a small company would mean that you would have no more free time?

Aurora checked her phone for texts from her friends and started to reply to them methodically. Most were generic ‘How are you’ or ‘How's work going’ texts that she answered quickly. Looking up from her phone to the McDonald's she sighed displeased. There was a long queue leading out to the street. She joined behind a family of four and continued to text her friends. A new notification popped up at the top of her screen, it was a message from her friend Kon:

Are you free now? And will be free for the next three hours or so?

Aurora looked at it, then to the line in front of her that hadn’t moved in the last five minutes and replied:

Yes

What up?

We are one woman down, can you come down to film?

I’m waiting in line 4 maccies

I will buy you food

I’m not wearing seeing people clothes, I’m in joggers n oversized hoodie

The lads won’t care, some will find it hot I bet you

What lads r u on abt?

My bosses

U want me to be in the same video as ur bosses? U know how sus tht sounds man?

Not everyone is as dirty minded as you Rory

Aurora stared at the screen, then looked up again to the line. A soft ping from her phone made her look at Kon’s message again:

If you get here in the next 20 min, I will buy you sushi

I’ll get all your favourites plus throw in mochi

Aight. Bet. Whats ya addy

Aurora left the queue to flag down a taxi, getting another soft ping. It was the address. She climbed into the back of the taxi and showed him the address, “Can you get me here in under twenty minutes?” Aurora asked the driver.

She nodded, “I can get you there in half the time, honey.” Aurora let out a small yes, sat back and put on the belt. The two ladies talked on the way there, Aurora managed to learn that her driver was named Becca, forty-years old. She had four other siblings, and her eldest brother owned a bakery and café a few blocks from her house and told Aurora to go if she was interested.

Becca pulled up to a two-story bricked building with lots of cars parked outside. Aurora texted Kon she was outside and took out her wallet, “How much?”

“It’ll be fifteen pounds, love.” Aurora took out a twenty and handed it to Becca and started to get out the taxi. “Wait for your change, honey, I owe you five.”

Aurora paused, half her foot out the car and replied “Becca, you got me here in seven minutes. That five is a thank you for letting me get something from my friend. Please, keep it.” Becca smiled and said thank you. Aurora left the car, closed the door, waved once and the walked to what she thought to be the entrance.

She was proven right when the door opened and Kon stepped through, waving at her. “Hey, thanks for coming in such short notice. Really quickly too. And don’t worry, I ordered the sushi already. Figured you’d be hungry. When did you last eat?” they hugged and stepped into the warm studio. Aurora looked around the room seeing lots of women sitting on the sofa, a tall bar, four barstools, a coffee bar and what she thinks are employees like Kon doing their jobs.

“Does coffee two hours ago count?”

“No. Of course not, Rory.”

“Then lunch yesterday.” Kon sighed and dragged us to the coffee station.

“Fuck sake Rory.” He reaches under the coffee station, rummages through something, pulls it out and hands it to Rory. Aurora looked at it, it was a protein bar, she opened it. He then took out the pot with the brewed coffee and placed it inside one of the mugs, handing it to her when he finished, “Is it your job again?” Aurora nodded, stuffing half the bar into her mouth and biting it. She finished chewing, swallowed and drank a gulp of the lukewarm coffee.

“Yea, I’ve been working a lot of overtime the past week. I’ve finally programmed it to be put into production and sent off to the testers. Because I’ve done so much overtime, I can basically take half days for the next two weeks, and they can’t complain about it.”

“You really need to find a new job, Rory. That or stay in this job, but stop letting them push you around so much.” Kon looked like he was going to start ranting, so Aurora interrupted him.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve started looking. I’ve even been to some interviews already. I’ll quit when I definitely get a job that I like.” he looked ready to ask more, but she barrelled on, “Now, tell me what I signed myself up for.”

Kon nodded and led her to the bar, and they pulled out the stools and sat, “So basically it's tinder in real life for a YouTube video.” Aurora choked on the rest of the protein bar, she coughed, took the coffee and drank it, washing down the bar.

“Kon, you gotta tell me these things before, man. I look horrible.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up you look fine. Anyways, you need to walk up to those stairs, go stand by the feet, face the camera introduce yourself and where you’re from, and then decide yes or no on the guys depending on what they say to you. At the end of it, you need to tell them why you said no. You’d be the last one up there, so I’m sure you can listen in if it will make you feel less nervous.”

Aurora nodded. “Cool, can I give a reply to what they tell me? Make a little conversation and the like, or just send them off?”

"You can do whatever you want, Rory. Just keep in mind, some of these lads have a girlfriend." he said. Aurora looked at him puzzled, "The fuck they doin this for then?"

Kon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Content. The fans demand it. Or for the craic, as you say. Take your pick." His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at Aurora. "Sushi's here, I'll grab it, and then we can chat a bit more before I have to head back upstairs. I stepped out to get you, and I can't go back in until the girl up there is finished." Aurora watched as Kon walked out the door to retrieve the sushi. Her mind was filled with doubts about the upcoming shoot. She had always been there for Kon, mostly providing online support because of her busy schedule, and creating websites for him when he asked. She was scared, if she was being honest. Aurora knew that if she wasn't so tired and hungry, she would be quaking in her boots and sprinting out the door. But in her current state, she felt untouchable. Maybe she should have more coffee to wake up a bit more. She didn't want to say something on camera that would make her look foolish. The sound of a paper bag being placed on the table brought her attention back to Kon. "Are you alright there? You seemed deep in thought," Kon asked, concern etched on his face.

She thanked him for the food, pulling it out and laying it in front of them, took one of the chopsticks and passed the other one to him. She waited for him to take it before replying, “I’ll be honest with you Kon, I have slept a total of six hours since Monday.” she looked at him, and she wondered what he saw, if the exhaustion she felt reflected on her face.

“You already know what I will say.” Aurora did, she’s lost count of the amount of times they have had this conversation. Sometimes she thinks that is the reason they don’t meet up in person any more, they would end in uncomfortable silence. She missed their childhood, it seemed easier then. “So I will keep this short, please go home after this Aurora.” He used her full name, he was being serious, “Don’t do anything. Not even housework, just sleep.” Aurora nodded, feeling chided.

“Hand on heart Kon,” she placed her hand on her heart, “I will do just that.” They ate in silence for a beat before she spoke up quietly “Thanks Kon, I mean it honestly. We should catch up soon. Properly this time. How’s tomorrow evening sound?”

Kon hummed and held up a finger, chewing and swallowing the bite of nigiri he was eating, then answering, “I said I would be drinking with the lads and their missus, but I can ask if you can tag along.”

Aurora shook her head “Are you mad? I can’t come uninvited.” Kon rolled his eyes and replied “Don’t be dramatic Rory, I just invited you.” she sputtered trying to come up with a reply when a girl walked down the stairs, Kon stood up, took one more nigiri and said “Alright, see you up there. You got it, Rory.” With one last pat on her shoulder, he walked off and up the stairs. Aurora stared at the stairs where he disappeared, mouth gaped, she had more questions. Closing her mouth, she faces the platter again, unlocks her phone and start up some music again. Hard bass start up, enough to distract her from where she is but still be able to hear if someone called her up.

Swiping on her phone, Aurora continued to eat the sushi while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. The next hour or so passed like that, she heard the team beckon the girls upstairs. As more names are called she felt more relaxed, she finished the meal a while ago and cleaned up after herself. Placing all the rubbish in the bag it came in and threw it in a bin provided, she even ate one of the matcha mochi Kon surprisingly bought her. She decided to keep the other in her hoodie pocket to give to Kon after the shoot. It was tradition to split dessert with who ever bought it. Aurora stared blankly at her phone not really paying attention to it, she was more hyper aware of the staircase and the women that were there but have long gone, having left the building after their shot.

“Oi Rory, get up here.” Kon’s voice came from the stairs. Snapping to attention, she took a deep breath, and walked to the stairs. On the way there, she slipped her phone into her pocket, turned down her music and tucked her headphones around her neck, making sure to pull out any hair that was trapped under it. It felt like she blinked, and she was almost on the top of the stairs, she could just about see the mark she was meant to stand on, several people and lots of equipment. “Hello.” she said.

“That’s your Rory?” She tried not to focus on the lads lining up where she would stand along. She especially didn’t want to think of the hush that followed, then murmuring that she couldn’t understand fully due to the blood pumping around her ears.

Aurora fiddled with the rings on her hands as she walked up to the spot on the floor, spotting Kon by one of the cameras adjacent to her. He waved, pointing to the camera closest to him, and mouthed ‘This one’ to her. Aurora let out a small relieved smile, took a calming breath, hoped that her voice didn’t betray how nervous she really felt.

“Hi everyone,” she waved “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rory, twenty-three, and I live in London.” she then faced the—she counted quickly in her head, ten lads in front of her. “Evening lads, how’s everyone today?”

Someone towards the back piped up, she didn’t really see who it was that said “Fantastic. Thank you for asking, starting to get really hungry though, not gonna lie. Only one other person asked you know. Bit rude.” the man was ignored by the surrounding lads.

Aurora, still fiddling with the rings on her hands smiled at the guy in front of her, he was taller than her, dark skinned, notably wore a white hoodie, and a black bandana. She waited for him to say a pickup line like Kon said but when he opened his mouth and said “I’m KSI.” with his arms spread wide, she was confused. She heard the lads and especially Kon laugh up-roaringly.

“Um,” Aurora pushed up her glasses, “sorry, I thought I was supposed to hear a pickup line.” the man in-front of her stared open-mouthed. A short man pushed his head to the side to peak at her and said “Wait do you not know who he is?” she shook her head and replied “Not a clue, sorry.”

KSI turned to Kon and yelled, “What the fuck man? What did you tell her?” a ginger man with glasses pipped up and said, “Fuck all, apparently.” then he let out a loud infectious laughter that soon everyone was laughing along. Aurora couldn’t help but join in, she had no clue what exactly they found funny, but she was sleep-deprived enough to not care.

“Alright, sorry. Let’s try that again. I’m JJ, twenty seven years old and do you like sleep?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What a coincidence, I do too.” a wide smirk stretched across his face “We should sleep together.”

Aurora hummed “Lovely line, but no.” she swiped, pointing to the big white glowing sign that said no.

“What why not?” He sounded angry but didn’t look it, walking slowly to the no. “You said you like sleep.”

“I love sleep, I really do. But does it look like I’ve had much of it recently?” She took one hand pointed and pointed to her face, more specifically under her eyes, “I’ve had a total six glorious hours of sleep since Monday.”

He whipped back around shocked, “Damn bitch, get some sleep.”

Aurora can’t imagine how deranged she looks when the noise that came out of her mouth plus the “I’m trying.” she focused on the next man in line, he was shorter than JJ and gave off a boyish smile “Hi I’m Vik, twenty five and, uh I wrote a poem for you. Would you like to hear it?” she nodded. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I’ve got a knife, get in the back of the van.” She laughed, the type you would let out when you are too shocked to do anything else. Looking around the room, she saw that many others were also reacting with shocked laughter. It was clear that the joke had caught everyone by surprise, and they were all struggling to process what they had just heard. An unknown man voiced out “What the fuck Vik?” from the line.

“Uh,” Aurora started, hand raising like she was asking a teacher in school a question, “is there an answer where I won’t get stabbed or trafficked?” the group erupted into fits of giggles and guffaws. Some people doubled over, clutching their sides as they laughed uncontrollably. “I’ll just walk to no for you.” Vik walked over to the no side as he talked.

Aurora looked at the next man in line, the notable thing about him was he was tall and had a beard. “Hi I’m Josh, and I’m twenty eight.” she waved at him “Do you like sharks because I've got a megla-dong.” Booing started up from the surrounding lads, JJ from the side started yelling about not being original. And the ginger man she heard yell at Kon earlier started to yell “Come up with your own fucking joke Zerka.”

She waited for them to calm down before asking him “Do you want to go again or?” she dragged out the ‘r’ and she shook his head and walked to no. “Wow cool.” Another tall boy walked up to her, this time the notable thing about him was his lanky figure and a black bomber jacket.

“I’m Simon, I’m twenty eight and I gotta say the only thing I hate about Spotify is not adding you in this week's hottest single.” Aurora gasped, hand clutched over her heart “Gah that was so cute.” she swiped yes “Go, go, go!” Simon walked off, first to the yes side, a smug smile was sent over to the three over at no.

I focused once again on the guy in front of me, this time the most notable thing of the guy was his durag and a kind smile “Hi I’m Chunks, twenty four and I have to say, if I had a flower for every time I think of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” a gooey smile broke through Aurora’s face “Awww, thank you Chunks.” she pointed to the yes side, and they all celebrated “That’s all of them!” Chunks yelled, while doing a little dance to the yes, “You lot need to get on my level.” Simon was waiting with his hand out, ready for a high five, Chunks raised his hands, and they met in the middle with a loud slap.

“I’m Tobi, I’m twenty seven and I just have one question,” she motioned for him to go on, “apple or orange juice?” The lads started going on again about re-using the same line “Listen lads I’m starving, sorry if I can’t think of original material.”

“Apple.” Aurora answered and asked him “Why?” he didn’t say anything, he just gave her a happy nod and walked to the yes side. She watched perplexed but let him be.

“You just gonna let him go?” it was the ginger man’s turn now, and he didn’t look too happy with her decision of letting him go, she shrugged and said “He took charge and made his own choice. I respect that.” he smirked and started to walk to yes “No,” He stopped, “Tobi at least introduced himself and gave something. You need to try too.”

He rolled his eyes, walked back and said “Names Ethan, I’m twenty five and I’m feeling a little peckish, you got any almonds?” Aurora shook her head, “No? Well how about a date?” Aurora gasped again, “Damn that was one smooth line you know. Yes.” He jogged to the other two and gave them both high-fives. He then faced the people on the no side and threw up, what Aurora assumed to be gang signs and gloated being on the yes.

A really tall man walked up next and said “Hi I’m Harry Pinero, HP, I’m twenty nine.” He pulls his left arm to his chest and pushed back his sleeve, “My watch tells me things about other people and it says you’re not wearing any panties.” he tapped his wrist, notably having no watch, making Aurora laugh “Sorry to say Harry, but it’s wrong I am.” he nodded slowly “Hm, must be fast.” he then pretended to adjust his watch. He then looked up slowly and raised a brow. A slow smile spread on Aurora’s face and she let out a laugh, “Yes, the non existent prop is hilarious.” He laughed, thanked her and walked smugly to the other lads.

Aurora watched amused, only two people were left now, a short man and a blonde man. “Hi I’m Filly, twenty five and I just have to say, eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.” The lads around him complained about the Spanish, but Aurora replied “Me halagas, gracias, era lindo pero aburrido. ¿Pero qué habrías hecho si no supiera español?” He gasped, a delighted smile stretched across his face “Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.”

“¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?”

“Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.”

“Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?”

“No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.”

“Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.”

Aurora smirked, mind running trying to think of something good, “Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.” She then looked him in the eyes then said “Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías.“

She could tell he shocked Filly with her pick-up line, his mouth was gape, and he stared at her in surprise. After a beat of silence, he let out a burst of surprised laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“We’re gonna need a translation, lad.” The man behind Filly said, “Don’t worry to the viewers at home though because there will be subtitles.”

“I gave her a cheesy line, she said what I would have done if she didn’t know Spanish, then she said she could do better and said one of the most outrageous shit. I didn’t expect it out of her. I don’t know why Kon wanted us to be nice when she can say shit like that.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asked. Filly turned to me, looked me up and down and gave me a judgemental look that’s obviously fake then said “Go on, say that filthy thing.” Aurora shrugged and said “Ok, I told him if we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it, and you'd be loving it.”

Laugher rang through the studio, though the man behind Filly spoke up “Ah that’s not too bad.” Aurora nodded, snapped and pointed at him “YES! He’s correct, I could have gone the second route, which was to say are you treasure? Cuz I'd love to hunt you down and share you between my men.” The laughter stopped. There was a shocked silence in the studio. The sound of someone’s breathy laughter echoed through the empty room, breaking the silence. It was like a domino effect, everyone was laughing along as well. Despite the initial shock, the laughter continued to build as they all tried to make sense of the situation. It was a mix of amusement and disbelief, and it felt like the room was buzzing with excitement. As the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. It was unexpected, she didn’t think they would find her joke that funny.

“Oh, before I forget, it's a yes for you. Gracias por hablar conmigo.” Filly celebrated while walking off to the yes. Something along the lines of finally getting on yes while JJ is on the no.

The blonde man behind Filly stepped up. He looked nervous, “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m twenty seven,” he paused, Aurora could see the internal struggle reflecting on his face. Harry fidgeted with his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous about telling the pick-up line. When he finally spoke, “Are you a bowl of milk? Cuz I'd like to put you on the floor and lap that shit up.” He kept going, his eyes locked on Aurora's as he delivered the line.

Aurora's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. But then, to her surprise, she found herself laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," she said, still giggling, "but it was actually good." she pointed to the yes, he stared at her in shock. The other people in the studio started to laugh from the sheer surprise that Aurora hadn't been offended by it.

“No to Vik because I am scared to be trafficked,” said man nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Aurora continued, “Josh is a no because he apparently re-used a pick-up line and willingly walked to no. And no to JJ because you rubbed in what I couldn’t have.”

“That’s fair yea.” JJ nodded and the surrounding two agreed.

Aurora zoned out for a bit, standing there as the lads celebrated the end of the video. She started to focus again when she saw Kon walk towards her “Hey, thanks again for this.” she waved one hand to say it's not a bother, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mochi, “Don’t worry, it was fun. Got to leave the flat and free food. Here’s your half, by the way.” and placed it into his hand.

“So what will you be up to after this? Can I tempt you with more food?” She shook her head and took out her phone and started to book an Uber to take her back to her flat “Thanks for the offer Kon, but I’m heading back to the flat and just crashing. I’m beat.” he nodded and shrugged, “That’s fair, see you tomorrow then.” Aurora looked at her phone, the Uber won’t get there for another ten minutes, “Is there anything I can do to help before I go? I don’t mind giving a hand.” she offered.

Kon shook his head and waved her off. "No, no, that's okay. We've got it covered. You just go home and get some rest. You need it," he said, grinning. Aurora nodded and rolled her eyes at his jab, she couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Okay, thanks, Kon. I'll see you soon," she said, before turning to walk down the stairs to wait for her Uber.

But before she could take another step, her friend Kon stopped her. "Where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused. Aurora turned to face him, feeling confused at his confusion. "I'm going to wait for my Uber outside. It's on its way, and I don't want to miss it," she replied, her tone as confused as she felt.

Kon's eyes narrowed and he raised a very judgemental brow. "You're going to wait outside? In this cold? Are you mad?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Aurora blinked at him "I'm not crazy, Kon. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way and miss my ride." she said as if it was obvious.

Kon shook his head. "You're being stupid, Aurora. You’re not in anyone’s way. Plus, you're going to freeze out there. Come on, wait downstairs where it's warm," he said, taking her arm and steering her towards the stairs. Aurora followed him without complaint as they walked down the stairs. As she settled onto the couch in the lobby while watching him walk back up to the chaotic top floor, she couldn't help but feel happy with her choice of friend. “Text me when you get back to the flat right.”

“Will do boss.” She called up the stairs. Sitting on the couch made Aurora aware of how exhausted she felt. Her mind felt like a deep fog settled and she was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked until her phone vibrated signalling her Uber has arrived. She walked out of the studio and settled into the backseat of the car, feeling grateful to finally be on her way to the flat.

As the Uber made its way through the city, Aurora found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on the passing buildings and street signs, but it was all a blur. She felt like she blinked and suddenly the car was pulling up outside her flat.

Aurora thanked the driver and stumbled out of the car to make her way inside her flat. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door. Finally, she managed to get it open and walked inside. She took off her shoes, slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, and made sure the front door was locked and bolted before walking to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed, barely managing to text her friend to let her know she was home before falling into a deep sleep.

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Translation (as provided by Google Translate)

You are so beautiful that you leave me speechless. → Eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.

That was cute, bit boring but cute. But what happened if I didn't know Spanish? → Eso era lindo, un poco aburrido pero lindo. Pero ¿qué pasaría si no supiera español?

You can speak Spanish? → ¿Puedes hablar Espahish?

Yes, I can speak and understand it. → Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.

How long? How did you learn? → ¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?

A year, picked it up because I was bored. → Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.

I thought you were Spanish you know. Where are you from? → Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?

I'm not I'm mixed, Filipina and unkown. → No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.

And don't think I missed that part about it being boring. I'd like to see you do better. → Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.

Alright, I was expecting to hear something like this. → Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.

If we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it and you'd be loving it → Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías

I didn't know how to progress from this. I had originally written something that followed Aurora meeting the full gang in a restaurant the day after, but I have no idea what to do after it, and I just stopped.

#harry lewis #harry lewis x original character #unfinished

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Whumptober day 12: Starvation/Underground caverns

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CW: implied murder in self defence, pre-fic non-consensual body modification (of the turning into a vampire kind)

Dick and Wally’s relationship can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic

The house above them was surprisingly nice considering the dungeon in the basement. The carpet was clean and well kept, the walls and ceiling in good repair. It was modelled after Victorian styles, all stained wood and dark carpet, electric candelabras and chandeliers rather than proper lightbulbs. All the doorknobs and hinges were brass. The walls were covered in old paintings and monochromatic photographs. Dick wondered just how old their captor really was.

Dick locked himself in the first bathroom they found and spent a good 20 minutes scrubbing the blood off his hands and face and neck, grabbing the coarsest brush he could find and scrubbing until his skin was raw. There was nothing that could be done about the blood staining his suit. He found a toothbrush still in the packaging and vigorously brushed his teeth for at least 5 minutes, filling his mouth with mint toothpaste until it dripped down his chin, pink and red. The mint taste was harsh but at this point gasoline would be better than that bastard’s cherry-tasting blood.

He became intimately aware with exactly how the anatomy of his teeth had changed. His fangs hadn’t replaced his canine teeth but rather poked down behind them, hugging them tight enough they were seamless. His bottom incisors had shifted around a little, creating a perfect space for his fangs to slide behind them, tucking into a new pocket. If they hadn’t he wouldn’t be able to close his mouth. They were more than a centimetre longer than his canines. Thin, hollow, almost see-through, slightly curved. There was a muscle, organ, something, that when flexing drew his fangs into the roof of his mouth. It was uncomfortable and tense and made his jaw and sinuses ache and he could barely breathe through his nose with them up.

He peeled off his mask and stared at himself in the mirror. He kind of wished he didn’t see his reflection: he looked starved and dehydrated and sleep deprived and hypothermic. Almost as horrible as he felt. His eyes were bloodshot and brighter, like they’d glow in the dark. His skin was a little pale from how long it’s been since he saw the sun. There were still flecks of dried blood in his hair. When he bared his teeth he looked… dangerous and inhuman. Which, he supposed, was accurate.

His hands shook where they curled around the porcelain sink. He dried them off and put back on his gloves, running through his hair and ruffling it aggressively.

Valerie had also cleaned up, he discovered when he left the bathroom. Her week-old makeup had been washed off, her hair was finally free of its messy braid, her thin black crop top was covered in an oversized sweater and her fishnets by sweatpants. There was a bandage around her forearm and band-aids on her knuckles. She still wore her black platform boots. She held out a jumper, sweatpants and satchel to Dick when he emerged.

The idea of wearing his clothes disgusted him, but he accepted. He pulled on the sweatpants and shoved the hoodie over his head and was submerged in the smell of him. He almost gagged. All his senses were so much stronger now, he could hear the hum of the electric lights, his own heartbeat, Valerie’s—he could practically taste the smell of their kidnapper.

Maybe he could burn the clothes later. That would be a bit cathartic.

“We’re in the diamond district,” Valerie reported. “Does your family have any helpful-vigilante-bat-supplies stashed nearby?”

“There’s a safehouse we own in downtown Diamond.” Dick opened the satchel and found it full of his missing gear. He put a sheathed knife in his pocket and slung the bag over his shoulder.

Valerie nodded. “Let’s find a front door, then.”

She led the way through the penthouse. Dick followed after her like a lost duckling, still half in shock, still seeing the bloody rebar spike when he blinked. He payed no attention to where they were headed or what rooms they passed through. He grit his teeth and focused on putting one step in front of the other, on ignoring the general ache that hasn’t left his body for days. His fangs pulsed, and he tried his best not to stare at the back of her neck, where he could hear her blood thrumming.

Valerie stopped suddenly, in the middle of a doorway. He almost bumped into her. “Wait,” she called, “there’s windows.”

It took Dick’s fuzzy mind a couple seconds to realise what she meant. At the same time as he realised, she elaborated: “It’s daytime.”

Valerie sent him a meaningful look. Dick didn’t get it. It can be annoying covering up his suit, sure, but he was already wearing clothes over it, and she already knew his identity. Then he got it.

Vampires burn in the sun.

“…Why would a vampire have a home with windows?”

Valerie frowned. “…I don’t actually know. Maybe the myths are wrong, and it won’t burn you?”

Dick shrugged. “Worth a shot.” Then he entered the room beside Valerie, or tried to, because she immediately shoved him back.

Dick fell on his ass back inside the hallway. Guess he’s still a little weak.

“What are you doing?” Valerie hissed. “Have you never seen a vampire movie!?”

Dick stared at her. His butt hurt now, more than the rest of him. It was a struggle to think. “…Yes?”

Valerie looked at him like he was an idiot. “So you’d just be fine and dandy with exploding into smoke? Or turning into ash? Or whatever it is that happens to vampires when they step directly into sunlight?”

“…I could be fine.”

“Could be.” Valerie stared imploringly at the ceiling. “That is true. It could be fine, totally harmless. Let’s hope for that. But just in case, let’s start with—poking a hand or a foot into the sunlight, yeah?”

Ah. Now he sees her point. Wow, he really is not thinking straight. “Okay.”

Valerie opened the door wider and stepped aside. The room was a large rectangular living room, one wall entirely constructed of windows, the other lined bookshelves, the far wall displaying a large TV and extensive CD collection. The windows had curtains but they were pulled wide open. It was late or early enough that the sunlight was golden, spilling over the carpet and vintage armchairs and wallpaper like precious metal. Dust motes glittered in the air. The edge of the direct sunlight lay less than half a foot from the doorway. It was quite bright, he had a feeling proper sunlight would hurt his eyes.

Dick stood, walked over to the door, took off a glove and held his hand out into the sunlight.

It didn’t turn to ash or start smoking. It didn’t char or even visibly burn at all. It didn’t hurt, not quite, but a tingly sensitive feeling settled over it. The warmth felt amazing, actually, almost alien. He liked it.

Dick and Valerie’s eyes met. Dick shrugged. Valerie jerked her head. Dick fully entered the living room.

He had to squint his eyes a little. The golden warmth seeped into his very bones—it felt amazing, heavenly compared to the constant cold of the last two weeks. He hasn’t been this warm in ages. Maybe ever.

“It doesn’t hurt?” Valerie checked, stepping in after him and leaning against the doorframe.

“I don’t think so.” He was starting to feel a little lightheaded, though. “It’s a bit bright.” Dick entered fully and looked around, focus landing on the expansive bookshelves. He walked over to them, letting out a little “Woah,” when he understood what he was seeing. “These books are old.” The vast majority were first editions, too. He saw Terry Pratchett, C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, Arthur Conan Doyle, Jane Austen—wait a second.

Dick gingerly reached out and pulled a copy of Pride and Prejudice. Hardback. First edition. Incredibly good condition, he never would’ve guessed it was several hundreds of years old. Jason would have a heart attack!

“Half this stuff belongs in museums, but I’m sure they won’t notice a missing book or two,” Valerie called. She’d made her way to the far side of the living room, and was poking her head out of the other door. She sent Dick a grin.

Dick, suddenly feeling even more sick, put the book back. He’d already killed him. He couldn’t deface his home too.

Dick turned to follow after her only to stumble as black starbursts exploded through his vision.

“Nightwing?” Valerie appeared beside him. She grabbed his arm and steadied him.

“Um. I feel lightheaded.” Wow, his limbs were starting to feel seriously heavy, too. He became uncomfortably aware of all the bones in his gloveless hand. And his head was light and aching. It was like each hair follicle was slowly trying to burrow into his skull.

Valerie started helping him to the door. Dick followed, slower than he meant to. Nothing in his body felt nice but his hand and head by far had the worst of it, like they’d been in a desert for three days while the rest of him was just in an uncomfortably hot room. It hurt.

“Um.” Dick closed his eyes and tried to think past the pounding in his skull. “…My head hurts.” Thank you, Captain Obvious.

They emerged into a large, open kitchen. It’s windows were thankfully covered by curtains. Dick leaned against the closest wall. Before he knew it he’d slid down and was sitting. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “I think. It hurts worst where, my skin is-is exposed. A, a hoodie or cloak should be enough, for a little bit. Sunglasses.”

“It didn’t settle in immediately?”

“No. I felt fine. Warm.”

“Do you need to eat again?”

Dick’s eyes opened. He felt incredibly hungry, ached with it, but he’d already drunk from her today and had already struggled to stop. He felt his heartbeat in his fangs. “No.”

Valerie seemed doubtful, but let him have his lie. She tugged his jumper’s hood over his head. “I saw some sunglasses with the rest of the clothes. Want to change gloves, too?”

His gloves were not only recognisable as Nightwing’s, but still splattered with blood. “Yes please.”

“Stay here, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Dick focused on slowing his breathing and steadying the shake of his hands while she was gone. He did some breathing exercises, cracked his knuckles and kept his eyes closed. The exhaustion, pain and nausea gradually lessened. He was feeling better by the time Valerie returned.

She handed him a pair of black sunglasses and long leather gloves. She pulled him to his feet and they continued their search in silence. It was about five minutes before they found the front door. Dick flexed the new muscle in his mouth, hiding his fangs, tugged on his hood and tilted his head down. Valerie stepped out first, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the alleys and shaded spots. It was easier to see with the sunglasses.

They made it maybe fifteen yards before being tackled.

With a rush of dizzying vertigo and disorientation, Dick found himself collapsed over the ground dry heaving, someone’s hands on his shoulder and arm. Someone was speaking rapidly—several someone’s—too rapidly, what are you saying slow down—the smell of stone and water and cave was overpowering—had he come back somehow—

“Breathe, Dick,” someone told him quietly, and their voice was familiar, but what made it click was the smell of their hoodie. Fresh air and burning fabric and electricity. Wally.

…Since when did electricity have a smell?

Since his senses had tripled, obviously—Wally’s heartbeat was impossibly loud, a drumbeat in his ear. He wondered if it was always that fast—speedster thing?—or if he was anxious. He certainly seemed anxious. He was still talking. What?

Dick coughed, nearly choked on all the conflicting smells surrounding him. He blinked rapidly and tried to look at his surroundings. He saw Valerie, being handcuffed by Kori—what?

“Why is she…” Dick stared at the pair of them, like his eyeballs could extract an answer if he looked hard enough.

“Getting ready to interrogate her,” Wally explained quietly. “Why was she—?”

“She saved my life,” Dick said, voice cracking, brows furrowed. Kori looked over and glanced rapidly between him and Valerie.

Valerie muttered, “Barely,” but didn’t argue as Kori slowly unhand-cuffed her. Obviously. Doing that would be dumb.

“Where were you kept?” Wally asked quietly, rubbing his shoulder. It felt like sandpaper.

“In… underground.” Dick also spotted Raven, Beast boy, Cyborg, Red Arrow and Gotham’s fellow vigilantes. They were gathered at the edges of the Batcave to not crowd him, watching him and pretending they weren’t.

“Did they cast any spells on you?” Wally asked softly, practically whispering, brows furrowed. “Rachel’s tracking spell didn’t work. We thought you…”

Dick heard him swallow. He heard everything, the hum of the batcomputer, the whir of Vic’s circuitry, the creaking of Jason’s gloves, their breathing bouncing between the cave walls and echoing back at him, their heartbeats—Dick had the sudden painful urge to clamp his jaw around Wally’s neck.

Wally’s worry visibly increased. Had he stayed silent too long? Did he see his fangs? No, they hadn’t dropped. “Want me to take you to your room?”

Dick nodded mutely. He closed his eyes preemptively.

The whoosh of disorientation was far less nauseating this time around. In a second they were both curled on top of Dick’s bed, Wally still steadying him by the shoulders, Dick still hunched over like he was dying. He curled his arms around Wally and went to tuck his head under his chin, only to stop himself—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from biting. That thought alone was enough pull the first tear from his eye.

“Oh, Dick.” Wally hugged him closer and rearranged them until they were well and truly wrapped around each other. “It’s okay, we got you. You’re safe. You’re at Wayne Manor. You don’t have to say what happened right now.”

Once they started it was like the floodgates opened. Dick sobbed, violently, loudly, tears falling nonstop and soaking Wally’s hoodie, which just made him feel even more horrible. It felt like a never-ending, vicious cycle. Every time he began to calm down something set him off and he was sobbing again.

At some point, he heard footsteps approach, stop outside their door, then carry on.

By the time he cried himself out his throat ached like there was no tomorrow, his head and nose were stuffy and aching, his face was itchy with half-dry tears, and his eyes prickled painfully. He made himself pull back despite longing to stay in Wally’s warmth—maybe because of it.

Wally’s thumb rubbed a tear from his cheek. He looked so heartbroken for him, but also so impossibly glad to be seeing him.

Dick licked his lips, checked his fangs were still hidden, dragged his gaze away from the pulse in Wally’s neck, and whispered, “What spell did she use?”

His voice sounded awful. Wally’s brow creased further. “The blood tracking one. With the blood transfusions you bats like to stock up.”

That spell only stopped working if the target’s heart stopped beating. Or, if their blood was altered enough to be unrecognisable.

Dick stayed silent for too long. “What are you looking at?” Wally whispered, and he realised he’d been staring at his neck. Right over his pulse, where the veins were so close to the skin they might as well be shielded with tissue paper.

Dick licked his lips, managed to look away, and got distracted for a second by the thin blush spread over Wally’s cheeks.

“He didn’t quite cast a spell,” Dick blurted, suddenly positive he would never manage to say it out loud if he didn’t do it now, “but he did… my blood, uh…”

He swallowed dryly, opened his mouth and let his fangs drop. Wally’s eyes widened.

“…Changed.”

#whumptober 2024 #no.12 #starvation #underground caverns #nightwing #teen titans #fan fiction #dick grayson #wally west #batman fanfic #dc fanfic #my writing #dual post #dc fanfiction

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xtrablak674 · 10 days ago

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Letter to the Brooklyn Public Library

XXX Washington Avenue Apartment #X

Brooklyn, New York 11438

Brooklyn Public Library

Central Library

Grand Army Plaza

Brooklyn, NY 11238

1 January 2002

Dear Mrs. Brown Larson

I would like to congratulate you on having such a lovely library. Being away from the public library for nearly over a decade it was so wonderful to be re-introduced in such a nice way by visiting your main branch. I am very blessed to live so close to it and partake of the hidden jewels of knowledge, that it holds. I was very impressed with the Children's wing, filled with gum drop colored iMacs, classic books and toys, its absolutely breath taking. I was also amazed by your selection of audio-books, VHS, CD ROM's and DVD's, this library is such a hidden treasure.

I was so happy with my recent experiences at your library, I had decided to share its wonders with a good friend. He also hadn't been to the library in years and needed to start by getting a library card. We first consulted your very well organized website to make sure we had the correct information and then we headed off for the branch.

For a Monday you had a nice crowd in the library's main lobby. We quickly got on the check out line, since we didn't see anyone working exclusively at the library card desk. While we were waiting on the short line, and I noticed a clipboard with the application for a library card sitting very accessible on the desk. I was fairly confident my friend had all the proper ID, so I picked up the clipboard and told him to start filling it out, so we could save time.

We then decided to fill out the form at the desk itself, when an older woman of African descent with short cropped hair, an orange blouse, about late 30's or early 40's, mid sized build, stepped up and snatched the clipboard from my friend telling him, that he was NOT supposed to be filling out the form without, having shown the proper ID.

Feeling bad that I had misdirected him, I quickly stepped up and said that I had given him the clipboard, since it was just sitting there. The woman rolled her eyes, and said it was rude of us to just pick up the form and start filling it out. Her tone was very sarcastic and nasty, and I told her there was no need for her to be so nasty, it was an honest mistake. She rolled her eyes again and asked for the ID.

At this point I was so embarrassed to have bought him to the library to get such poor treatment, and I was truly hoping he wouldn't be discouraged to come back, even though he didn’t live close by. I told the woman I felt her attitude and actions were inappropriate and unprofessional and that I would like to speak to the manager, at which time she told me that she was the manager. I could not hide the shock on my face by that statement, and I told her that if she was the manager, I felt very bad for the rest of the staff at the Check Out desk. I let her know her actions would not go with out consequence, and that I would find out who she reported to and promptly report the situation to them.

I asked for her name, she refused to give it to me, and I felt I could make no more headway with her so I marched over to the information desk and calmly asked how I could go about making a complaint. The very nice man of Asian descent behind the desk handed me a form, and I spent the next 20 minutes righting down a complaint, I was quite upset by my rough treatment and it showed in my hand writing.

On the complaint I noted the time and date of the altercation, which was approximately between 5:30pm and 6:00pm, closer to 5:30pm, at the Check Out counter on Monday, January 28, 2002. I completed the form, and I returned it to the Information desk as I was told. I found the woman in question at the desk, obviously relaying her version of the story to her coworker, I once again asked her, her name and she refused to give it to me and walked away.

The man at the information desk was a bit more informed about the situation now, and between his answering other customers questions, my friend and I related our side of the story to him. I then asked him who would be the woman's, supervisor and he identified Rhea Brown Larson, as the woman's supervisor. My friend and I thanked the man, and we went in search of some more book.

After the treatment we received at the Check Out desk we decided we would not be taking out any books that day. I am also a bit anxious myself about my next visit to the Check Out desk and if I will be seeing this woman again, I do not look forward to that experience, it was very obvious that she did not take the "high road" in this situation at all.

I feel so passionate about the new relationship I am having with the library that I felt it very important to share with you a very saddening situation, at what was my favorite branch. I do not wish any harsh actions to be taken against the woman in question, but she should be reprimanded about appropriate and inappropriate behavior when dealing with the public. I could have been anyone, a son or husband of someone on the board of trustee's or the relative a former donator to the library, or I could just be a patron of local library who should be treated with respect and consideration.

I was considering volunteering at the library, but after my experience with that woman, I can see that I will have to find somewhere else to contribute my time and experience. I thank you for making the library a wonderful place for Brooklyn and the community, and I hope my note can help other people to continue to have positive experiences at your fine library.

Sincerely,

Trevor Brown

CC: Darin Thomas Arthur Ross

Martín Gómez

Albert Wiltshire

Evan Kingsley

[Afterwords: My first thoughts were, what an amazing letter, clear concise, relaying the facts without over embellishing or exaggerating. Punctuating with emotion to emphasize the mistreatment but not judging, simply parsing a bad situation. I would love to take credit for this, but I am thinking Susan Galanter had a hand in this final draft.

I remember clearly in the early aughts I wasn't as confident about my writing, so I would always find someone to edit my first drafts for me. I can't say whether Ms. Galanter edited this conclusively, but this feels like her hand. The balance between compliments and the positioning of who we are and could be in relation to the library is masterful.

She manages to evoke a sense of urgency in this matter being resolved and mailing it for the first of the year was also a stroke of genius. Let's clean up that bad rubbage right in the beginning of the year, just like a New Years resolution.

Obviously the details related are my own, but I also love the journey, how a nice innocuous trip to the local library turned into a horror show. How post traumatic stress was already lacing my feelings to the once favored branch. I giggle at how impactful this letter must have been when it was finally read by its intended reader.

Seriously I learned from the best. Susan had a way with words that she would literally always get her way with whomever she was writing to. She had an excellent ability to understand the context and most effective psychological triggers for her subject and made sure she would tastefully target all of them with precision and grace.

It reminds me of one of my recent successes with a pension agency that was giving me trouble when I was requesting my grandmother's death benefits. I wrote a letter that was so effective that I had those elusive benefits within five days of them receiving my missive.

Susan wasn't alone in being one of my teachers, local poet Patricia Spears Jones also helped me on a few writing projects, Tom Giebel was also a good editor as was Tony, my ex and now friend. Curiously the ladies could be like surgeons in their letters, but no one as ruthless as Aunt Susan. As a Jewish woman of means she was used to getting her way, and taught me how to use the pen to level the playing field and make sure things always turned out in my favor.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

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valessacat · 24 days ago

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Games I Played in 2024

These are the games I played this year. Not all of them were released this year, but this is how I spent my game time. The list order is roughly how much I enjoyed them from best to worst. These are brainfarts, not reviews.

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Baldur’s Gate 3 - This is the best RPG of all time. There, I said it. I’ve just passed 666 hours of gameplay. With mod support released, this is shaping up to have the same replay value as Skyrim.

Vampire Survivors - I normally hate bullet hell games, but this is a font of dopamine. It’s like $2 on Steam. You unlock attacks with each level up and watch your enemies explode like popcorn.

Palworld - Pokemon with guns. It’s SO much fun. Build a base and make your minions work for you. Be a morally dubious menace.

Dystopika - This is a very simple city builder with atmospheric cyberpunk visuals. The soundtrack slaps. Perfect to play while stoned off your ass.

Enshrouded - This is a Valheim-style game set in a post-apocalyptic magical world. Build really elaborate bases with furniture, murder zombies, climb towers and glide across the map, grow crops, recruit villagers, etc. Great at deleting your free time.

Path of Exile 2 - I’m having a blast with early access. This game is shaping out to be the perfect successor to the original.

Cyberpunk 2077 - I know, it’s been out for ages. But I pushed it off until after the bugs were fixed and kinda forgot about it. Started a new game last week and so far it’s baller.

A Little to the Left - a casual game where you sort items. Very satisfying. This is candy for the neuro-spicy brain.

V Rising - Valheim with Vampires. If you want to play as the bad guy, play this.

World of Warcraft: The War Within - I fully acknowledge the sunk-cost fallacy happening here. But this is the best expansion since Legion.

Tiny Glade - Cute town builder. Very intuitive controls. You can make adorable cottages and castles and take pictures of them. That’s it. That’s the game.

Terra Nil - A puzzle game with a nature/eco theme. You’re cleaning up environments ruined by pollution.

Last Epoch - If you’re looking for a happy medium between Diablo and Path of Exile, play this.

The Sims 4 - Another sunk-cost game. Expansions continue to be hit or miss. Lovestruck was buggy, but Life and Death was a lot of fun.

Wildermyth - Cute D&D-esque RPG with a pen-and-paper art style.

Mind Over Magic - 2D Terraria-esque game where you build a quirky magic school while also fighting off zombies.

Dorf Romantik - Mindless tile-matching game. Love the art style.

Fabledom - Whimsical as fuck city-builder.

Claws & Chaos - Autobattler with adorable animals. You’ll need a good bit of strategy to advance in the game, so it’s not completely brainless. The units are wildly unbalanced, so half the strategy is just figuring out which units are OP and which are useless.

Crime Scene Cleaner - I was expecting a mindless House Flipper-style game, but it has a pretty sad story. You play a dude cleaning up crime scenes for the mob to earn money for your sick kid. Play this if you want some narrative with your cleaning sim.

Fantasy Map Simulator - Super stupid sim game. I name the different countries with dirty names and see how fast the “Rugmuncher Empire” can take over the “Kingdom of Incel Tears.”

Tropico 6 - It’s a Tropico game. If you have earlier entries in the franchise, just play those.

Technotopia - A fun puzzle game with an art deco aesthetic. There’s a narrative that goes with it, but I skipped cut scenes because tl;dr.

Faefarm - A Stardewcrossing game with faeries. It’s fun, but there are better titles in this genre at lower price points. Unless you want to date a white-haired faerie twink, then do play this.

Terrascape - City builder. Not terrible, but it really doesn’t have any stand-out features that make me want to pick this over similar games. I liked Fabledom better.

ISLANDERS - Minimalist city builder. Got bored after 20 minutes.

Diablo 4 - YAWN. I decided the expansion was not worth the money. I liked the initial campaign, but the seasonal content is not doing it for me.

#video games #2024 #end of year list #baldur's gate 3 #vampire survivors #palworld #dystopika #Enshrouded #i have opinions #brainfarts

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everytime

part 2 to best mistake !

universityjock!mason x cheerleader!yn, loosely based on everytime by ariana grande - smut, a little bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 8.1k+

warnings: exes au, very toxic dynamic, mason is a level 1000 dickhead, threat of physical violence (y/n almost throwing a vase at mason’s head), misogyny, strong language, unhealthy possessiveness, explicit sex, unprotected sex, public sex, exhibitionism, teasing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degradation and praise (we love duality), pussy slapping, he uses her underwear as a gag, squirting, hair-pulling, spanking, spitting, choking, overstimulation, i think that's everything but pls lmk if i missed something!

a/n: hello my tumblr girlies! yes, ik it's mason's birthday, but we're all getting a gift today, which is some dirty dirty smut lmao, i really hope you all enjoy! x

‘Come in!’ Coach calls a moment after I knock on his office door, and I turn the handle carefully, peering into the room before I step in. Coach is sat behind his desk, eyes focused on his laptop, and Mason sits on the windowsill with his phone in his hands, lips quirking up into a smirk when our eyes meet. He’s wearing a pair of grey Nike shorts (the ones that used to drive me wild) and a loose white t-shirt, a thin chain around his neck and a backwards cap on his head. God, he’s sexy.

‘Fashionably late,’ Coach observes as he looks at his watch. ‘I’m sorry, Coach. I… lost track of time,’ I say weakly, and Coach raises an eyebrow. ‘Is it raining outside?’ he asks drily, referring to my damp hair, and I let out a little sigh. ‘I had a shower. After the gym,’ I add as an afterthought, and Coach gives me an impressed nod. Any mention of people using the gym that the sports department spent a large portion of their budget on last year, Coach is happy. ‘Never mind. Ten minutes isn’t too late, I suppose. Take a seat, y/n,’ he says, motioning to the seat opposite him on the desk, and I sit down.

Mason stays perched on the windowsill, his eyes sparkling with mirth as they focus in on how I adjust my shorts. I suddenly feel exposed, in just a pair of cycling shorts and a cropped ribbed tank top (they were the first clothes I could find after I jumped out of the shower), but then I remember both of the men in this room have seen me in much less. Coach has seen me in the skimpiest cheer kit to ever exist (we had to redesign it a couple years ago because someone’s tit popped out while we were performing) and Mason has seen me completely naked, spread-eagle in his bed.

‘Okay… I have another meeting with the head of the sports department in 20 minutes, so I’ll need to leave in 15. Thankfully, there’s not too much I need to get through – the two of you can discuss everything else without me,’ Coach says, eyes skimming across his notepad, and I feel my eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

‘Without you, Coach?’ ‘Yes. I trust that the two of you are mature enough to come to your own decisions without me holding your hands along the way. You can talk things over together, and fill me in when I get back from my meeting. Is that okay?’ Coach asks, Mason’s eyes flitting to mine, the boy leaving it to me to answer. ‘Yeah, Coach, that’s fine,’ I say, the man nodding before he begins talking through his notes.

Most of it is pretty boring. Mason and I will need to do a health and safety training course so that we can lead practice/training sessions without Coach having to be there, so we discuss when the best time is for us to book it in, Mason and I bickering because our schedules don’t quite match up.

We set up a joint calendar so that Coach can add in matches as and when he plans them with other teams, so that Mason and I can put in practice and training sessions, and so we can plan our monthly meetings (and remember them so no one shows up late like I did today).

We move on to fundraising events, Coach saying that we will need to coordinate the football team and the cheer squad so that all of us are at the fundraising events together. Mason’s suggestions are ridiculous – a kissing booth at the uni fair, a swimsuit car wash, a wet t-shirt contest – but he calls my ideas boring – a bake sale or a raffle at the uni fair. Coach eventually intervenes with our arguing to tell Mason we won’t be doing any of his ideas, and he’ll have to compromise with mine, the boy sulking as I smile smugly.

And then Coach checks his watch, realising he’s gonna be late to his next meeting, and so he disappears, saying he’ll be back in around half an hour. As soon as the door falls shut behind us, Mason wiggles his eyebrows at me with a stupid grin on his face, making me shoot him a dirty look.

Since Mason and I fucked in the changing rooms a couple weeks ago, my head has been a mess, mainly because I haven’t been able to get him out of it. After I ended things with him, I missed him but I stayed strong, promising myself I wouldn’t ever go back to him, either sexually or romantically, but now that I’ve given in once? I don’t trust myself to resist him if he tries anything again. I’ve managed to hold out since that day, despite his several advances during practice and parties, but we’re alone now, and it’s gonna be difficult.

‘I still think we should do a wet t-shirt contest,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Well, you’re an idiot. We’re not doing that, Mason. It’s… backwards, and degrading.’ ‘I thought you liked being degraded,’ he grins, and I just stare at him deadpan, the boy laughing.

‘Fine, no wet t-shirt contest. But your ideas are so boring, y/n.’ ‘A bake sale is, like, the go-to fundraiser! We can all get together and bake brownies or cupcakes in the uni kitchens. And us girls can sell it all on match days as people are arriving! We could do other stuff as well. Bulk buy sweets and chocolates and popcorn, and sell it all in cute little cups. People will pay anything for a bit of food at half-time,’ I appeal, and he doesn’t say anything for a few moments.

‘That’s not a bad idea,’ he admits begrudgingly, and I grin proudly. ‘See? That’s one thing we can do. And we can do a booth at the uni fair. Maybe not a raffle, but a… dunk tank! The football team can do, like, 20 minutes shifts, and people can pay to throw tennis balls at the target. And we’ll make sure the target moves or something, so it’s harder!’ I say excitedly, Mason looking sceptical.

‘Why the football team?’ ‘Because none of us cheerleaders should have to go in a dunk tank,’ I say, my nose scrunched up in disgust at the thought. No girl should ever have to be in a tank of water that the football team have also been in. ‘Fine, whatever. Dunk tank sounds good, the boys’ll be down,’ he says, and I clap my hands together in excitement. Things are starting to come together.

‘There’s easier things we can do, as well. Like… you guys always throw a trillion parties every year at your house. Maybe for, like, Halloween, you can charge for entry. Just a fiver, but that’ll add up. Not all of our fundraising has to be super time-consuming,’ I say, and he nods in agreement.

‘Yeah, that’s a good idea actually. We can say that you have to pay a higher fee if you don’t dress up,’ he suggests, and I’m impressed. He’s finally being sensible. ‘That’s a really good idea!’ ‘What else can we do?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘Don’t you think that’s enough? Selling food at every home game, a dunk tank at the uni fair, and the Halloween party at yours,’ I list off, and he lets out a little laugh, getting up from the windowsill and sitting down in Coach’s chair.

‘You’ll be wanting to do as much fundraising as you possibly can,’ he says cryptically, and I look at him questioningly. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘The sports department are cutting cheer funding,’ he says, looking like he’s barely holding back his laughter, and my eyes widen.

‘What? They’re cutting our funding?’ I demand, and he nods amusedly. ‘After all that money they spent on the gym last year, they can’t justify letting you girls spend so much money on your pretty bows and your skimpy skirts,’ he says, and I just stare at him in disbelief.

‘They cut our funding three years ago, so we stopped getting backup uniforms and started paying for our own safety shorts. They cut our funding again two years ago, so we stopped hiring our own bus for matches and started getting on your guys’ bus or driving there ourselves. They cut it again last year, so we started paying towards our uniforms. They pay half, we pay half. What else can we possibly do to save them more money?’ I ask, voice faint with shock.

‘That stage you guys hire at the end of the year. How much does that cost?’ he asks with a small smile, and I feel my mouth drop open. ‘We need that stage. If we want to pose any kind of threat at Nationals, we have to practice on a stage. The one year we didn’t was literally catastrophic. If we don’t practice our routine on a stage, we’ll have no hope of placing,’ I say, and Mason leans back in Coach’s seat, looking endlessly amused. I want nothing more than to slap him.

‘You need to prioritise other things. How will you compete without any boys on the squad? You need someone to throw the girls around, don’t you?’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘There are some very strong girls on the squad. We have plenty of bases for our stunts. But that’s not relevant. I’m not giving up that stage, Mason. We have to hire it if we don’t want to humiliate ourselves at Nationals.’

‘Don’t tell me. Tell Coach, or the head of sports. I’m sure when they hear how important it is that you have your stage to prance around on, they’ll give you all the funding you need,’ he grins, and I have to slide my hands beneath my legs so I don’t throw myself across the desk and punch the shit out of him.

‘You’re such a dick. You think your football is so much more important than cheer-’ ‘Who stands on the sidelines, singing and dancing, and who runs around the pitch, scoring goals and winning trophies? You tell me, y/n,’ he says smugly, and I let out a humourless laugh.

‘The fact that we cheer for you doesn’t make you any more important than us. You guys literally come to Nationals to support us.’ ‘Oh, yeah. That’s why we’re there. Nothing to do with the hundreds of pretty girls in their cheer kits,’ he says drily, and I take a deep breath, my anger only being fuelled further by my jealousy.

‘You know how much cheer means to me. And you’re sitting here, fucking mocking me-’ ‘Babe, relax. I’m not mocking you. I’m just joking. You know I respect cheer as a sport,’ he says mildly, and I fix him with a hard look.

‘Our funding has been cut, and you’re sitting here laughing about it. How is that respect? Admit it, Mason. None of you give a fuck about our sport. You don’t, the rest of the team don’t, Coach doesn’t. The entire fucking department couldn’t care less about us. Coach didn’t even have the fucking decency to tell me himself,’ I say bitterly, and Mason raises an eyebrow.

‘He would’ve told you if you’d had the decency to show up on time,’ he says pointedly, and I roll my eyes. ‘He still could’ve told me. Cut funding should have been the top of his list. But instead, he started with talking about a fucking health and safety course,’ I spit out. ‘Health and safety is still important,’ Mason grins. ‘You’re a fucking twat,’ I say flatly, taking slow and deep breaths to cool my temper so I don’t ruin his season with an injury.

‘Shows up late, doesn’t apologise, and then sits here insulting me,’ he observes amusedly, and I give him a blank look. ‘I did apologise.’ ‘Not to me. You said sorry to Coach, but he’s not the only one who had to wait for you,’ he points out, and I don’t say anything, just staring at him. If he’s expecting an apology, he’s not getting one.

‘It was ten minutes,’ I say simply, and he lets out a little chuckle. ‘Ten minutes is a long time, y/n. There’s a lot I can do in ten minutes. You would know that, angel,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. ‘Delusional much? You never made me cum more than once in ten minutes,’ I say, and his lips quirk up in amusement. ‘I wasn’t talking about sex. Dirty mind,’ he says beratingly, and I roll my eyes, both of us knowing it’s a lie.

‘But now that we’re on the subject…’ he begins, and I let out a little sigh, readying myself for his bullshit. ‘Who were you just with?’ he asks, and I give him a puzzled look, my stomach turning nervously. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask, and he narrows his eyes at me.

‘I spent the last two hours in the gym. You weren’t there,’ he says amusedly, and I cringe internally at being caught out on my lie. ‘You must not have seen me.’ ‘I might not be as intelligent as you, but I’m not that stupid. You weren’t there, so don’t pretend you were. Even if I hadn’t been in the gym today, I wouldn’t have believed it. Your workouts are pilates in your apartment. You hate the gym,’ he says firmly, and I roll my eyes. ‘Okay, fine, I wasn’t there. That doesn’t mean I was with someone,’ I say, and he grins like a predator watching his prey fall into a trap.

‘You only wash your hair in the mornings, because you like putting oil in it overnight,’ he says, reminding me of how well he knows me, and I sigh internally, trying to think of a lie. ‘I only put oil in my hair every other wash now. So that doesn’t mean anything,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow.

‘Okay, fine. Maybe that’s true. But you only wash your hair every three days. Your hair was fresh this morning when I saw you with Steph and Isla in Starbucks. So why have you washed it again on the same day? You would only ever wash your hair in an evening or on the same day as another wash if you’d had sex and you were all sweaty,’ he says, looking immensely proud of himself for working it out, and I stare at him, wondering if I should tell him the truth or keep denying it.

‘Just tell the truth, y/n,’ he says amusedly, and I let out a little sigh. ‘Fine, okay, yes. I was with someone,’ I say, a victorious look on his face. ‘Who was it?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m not telling you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Why would you even want to know?’ I ask, and he grins at me. ‘Because I want to know who thinks it’s okay to fuck my ex-girlfriend,’ he says, and I stare at him in a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

‘Thinks it’s okay? It is okay. People other than you are allowed to fuck me. I’ve slept with several people since we broke up-’ ‘Yeah. Jude from your tutor group. Ruben who used to live next door to you – he fucked you a few times, I’ve heard. Marcus, the engineering student who graduated last year. Dec, who’s on my course, by the way. You should have known I’d find out about that one,’ he says amusedly, my mouth falling open more with each name he says. How the fuck does he know this?

‘Did I miss anyone?’ he asks, and I’m too shocked to speak. ‘Didn’t think so,’ he grins. ‘You… how did you find out?’ I say faintly, unable to believe what I’m hearing. ‘People talk. Well, most people talk. I assume none of them talk to you anymore,’ he says with a contented smile, and I just blink at him, everything making sense now.

‘You told them not to talk to me anymore?’ ‘No. I just… spoke to them, and they chose not to speak to you anymore, based on those conversations,’ he says simply, and I burst out laughing. ‘You threatened them? They can’t possibly be scared of a skinny little white boy,’ I say through laughter, and he just raises an eyebrow, getting up from Coach’s seat and walking around the desk.

‘I didn’t threaten anyone. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because they’d rather be friends with the captain of the football team than sleep with you,’ he says lightly as he perches on the front of the desk, a small gap between us, and I just shake my head at him. ‘You’re fucking ridiculous.’

‘Maybe. Or maybe I just don’t like people touching what’s mine. So tell me who you were just with and-’ ‘Hold on. You don’t like people touching what’s yours? I’m not yours, you dick. In case you’ve forgotten, we’ve been broken up for quite a while now. I’m well within my rights to sleep with whoever I want,’ I say slowly, emphasising every word so they get into his head, and he just laughs, looking down at me with an amused grin.

‘You’re not mine?’ he asks, and I just blink, completely confused. Am I missing something? ‘No, Mason, I’m not, as you’re well aware,’ I reply, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘No, babe. I’m well aware of the opposite. I think you’re always gonna be mine, whether you want to be or not,’ he murmurs, and I shake my head incredulously, unable to believe what he’s saying.

‘Mason. I’m not yours. You can’t remove every boy that I sleep with from my life. We’re not together,’ I say, voice soft with disbelief, and he lets out a noise of annoyance, like I’m purposely being dense. ‘Us being broken up doesn’t matter. I don’t like you being with other boys, just like how you don’t like me being with other girls,’ he says as though it’s obvious, and I roll my eyes.

‘Don’t try to deny it. You still get jealous like I do, and we both know it. You even hate the mention of other girls. Literally just a couple minutes ago, when I said about us going to Nationals to watch all the other cheerleaders there, you looked like you wanted to kill me,’ he points out as an example, and I remain silent, just looking up at him with an irritated gaze.

‘Since we broke up, I haven’t been able to pull a single cheerleader from this university. None of them will entertain me-’ ‘That’s probably not a fact that you want to go around advertising,’ I say amusedly, and he just gives me an unimpressed look before he continues. ‘I used to be able to pull them when we were still together-’ ‘Yeah, I know.’ ‘-but now, I can’t. Why is that?’ he asks pointedly, ignoring my sarcastic interjection, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘Maybe it’s the same reason I can’t pull a single boy on the team,’ I reply lightly, and he lets out a little laugh. ‘So you admit it? You told them to stay away from me?’ ‘I never had to tell them. They just know,’ I say mildly, and he just nods amusedly.

‘If you weren’t mine, we wouldn’t be doing what we’re doing. Stopping each other from pursuing relationships. Getting jealous at just the mention of anyone else. Laying our claims on each other to scare everyone away. But we are doing what we’re doing, which means you are mine. Just as much as I’m yours. We’ll always come back to each other, angel. Every time,’ he murmurs softly, and I hate the way my heart flutters in my chest at his warm gaze down at me.

Our eyes remain locked together as he waits for me to speak, the room filled with an expectant tension. After a long silence, I take a deep breath and say, ‘Help me stop them from cutting our funding. You’re the football captain. They’ll listen to you more than they’ll listen to me.’ He stares at me for a moment before his lips curl up and he shakes his head.

‘After the conversation we just had, you’re thinking about funding?’ ‘I care more about my sport than I do about my love life or sex,’ I say pointedly, and he rolls his eyes, leaning back on his hands and spreading his thighs very slightly, his dick on my eye level. It takes every inch of my willpower to keep my eyes on his.

‘Clearly not. You showed up late to a meeting about your sport because you were too busy getting dicked down,’ he says drily, raising an eyebrow and waiting for a response. I can’t think of one other than it’s your fault for making me so horny which is a pretty shit comeback, so I don’t say anything, a victorious smirk appearing on his lips at shutting me up.

‘Tell me who you were with,’ he demands. ‘Help us keep our funding,’ I reply simply, and he lets out an amused sigh before hooking his feet around the legs of my chair, pulling it closer with minimal effort. My body is caged in between his legs, my face so close to his groin that I feel my skin heating up.

He leans down slightly, our faces close enough that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. I avoid his strong gaze and he grabs my chin, turning my head and tilting it back so I’m forced to meet his eyes. ‘Tell me who you were with,’ he repeats slowly, fingers pressing into my jaw, and I realise what he’s trying to do. Does he really think he’ll be able to get me all worked up and then hold out on actually doing anything until I tell him who I was with? He must know that I’m much better at these games than he is.

I lift my hands to rest on the tops of his thighs, dangerously close to his groin, and his gaze falters for a moment, clearly surprised by my boldness. ‘Help us keep our funding,’ I say again, voice low and breathy as I let my hands slide inwards towards his bulge. He raises an eyebrow, not amused at my unwillingness to let him get his way, before titling my head back ever further, my neck fully exposed to him.

I’m forced to stare at the ceiling as he leans to burrow his head in my neck, deeply inhaling my scent before exhaling slowly, his breath making my hair stir and goosebumps appear across my skin. He presses soft kisses to the juncture between my neck and shoulder, lips curling up in victory when I let out a gentle sigh. ‘Tell me who you were with, angel,’ he says, words muffled on my neck, before he sucks at my skin, sending a pleasurable shiver through me.

I keep one hand sat atop his thigh, nails digging into his skin slightly, the dense muscle flexing beneath my palm at the painful contact. The other hand I move to sit atop his bulge, cock already hardening under my touch, but I keep my hand slack, the lack of pressure making him let out an irritated noise,. ‘Help us keep our funding,’ I respond, his breath catching in his throat when I start to glide my hand back and forth, fingers barely brushing his hard-on.

His hand tightens on my neck, pads of his fingers pressing in and cutting off my airways very slightly, my eyes still trained on the ceiling of Coach’s office. He pulls me to lean towards him, his head moving into my view, and he uses his other hand to force my lips apart. I already know what’s coming, watching as he gathers up saliva in his mouth and spits it into mine, my underwear flooding. ‘Tell me who you were with, y/n, and I’ll agree to help you keep your funding,’ he bargains as I swallow down his spit, and I roll my eyes.

I grip his dick suddenly, the quietest noise sounding low in his throat as I palm him through his shorts. I wrap a hand around him and tug at his length gently, the friction of his clothes rubbing against his cock making him let out a shaky breath. ‘If you agree to help me keep our funding, I’ll tell you who I was with,’ I reply, voice slightly raspy because of how tight his hand is around my throat.

‘You’re so fucking stubborn,’ he murmurs, releasing my throat and leaning back on his hands again, clearly enjoying the way I’m touching him through his shorts. So I stop, a dark look appearing on his face. ‘Clearly I get it from my ex-boyfriend,’ I say pointedly, leaning back in my seat, and he only looks angrier at me mirroring his actions.

We stare each other down, his face like thunder while I can’t hold back the small smile on my lips. He’s the one at a disadvantage here, because his anger about not knowing who was inside me a little while ago is consuming him, more than any anger I might have about funding, and we both know it. It’ll kill him to leave this room without finding out.

‘You might want to take care of that before Coach gets back,’ I say into the tense silence, motioning to his hard-on creating a tent in his shorts, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You can take care of it if you’re so concerned about it.’ ‘I’m not concerned. Just think it’d be quite embarrassing.’ ‘Almost as embarrassing as the wet patch you’ll be leaving on that chair when you stand up,’ he drawls in response, eyes flitting down and noting how my thighs are pressed together.

‘I can clean a wet patch. You can’t hide a boner, especially not in those grey shorts,’ I observe, and his lips quirk up amusedly. ‘You noticed the shorts? They always were your favourite,’ he says, as though I need reminding of how feral I used to become at the sight of him in those shorts, and I roll my eyes. ‘Of course I noticed them, baby. So thoughtful of you to dress up for me,’ I grin, and I can tell from the way his smile slips for a moment that his masculinity is threatened at my mocking.

Before I can even register what’s going on, he’s on his feet, lifting me out of the chair and sitting me down on the desk where he just was before sitting himself in the chair. I might be the one looking down at him now, but I definitely don’t have the advantage anymore, the look on his face and the set of his shoulders telling me he’s far too pissed off to let me keep having my fun.

He doesn’t waste any time, spreading my legs and cupping my core, fingers gliding up and down the crotch of my shorts in a way that makes my body ignite. ‘I’ll make you regret being such a little bitch, y/n,’ he vows in a soft voice before sliding his hands up my body and slipping beneath my tank top, pulling it up and over my head before dropping it down onto my desk, my boobs jiggling with the movement.

‘Braless? Fucking slut,’ he murmurs, pulling my shoes off before his hands come back down to my cycling shorts. I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs, and I keep myself elevated so he can pull my underwear down too, but he grips at the fabric between my legs instead. His biceps flex as he rips it completely, exposing my wet core to the room.

‘I swear to God, Mason, I’m gonna fucking kill- oh, god,’ I begin ranting, cut off when he presses his thumb down onto my clit. ‘Kill who, angel? God?’ he murmurs amusedly before he ducks his head down between my legs, licking a slow stripe across my folds. I bite down on my lip to stop any more noises coming out, but I can’t help myself as he continues licking at me lazily, like he’s doing it more for his own pleasure than mine.

‘Oh, fuck,’ I moan, pushing off his cap and sliding my hands into his hair as he attaches his lips to my clit, sucking harshly, before his teeth gently scrape across the bundle of nerves. My back arches up, cold air hitting my hard nipples, and a loud moan of his name escapes my mouth. My nails scrape across his scalp as he swirls his tongue around my clit, my thighs closing around his head so tight that it must hurt.

‘Who were you with, y/n?’ he asks, like a dog with a bone, not giving me any time to think before he pokes his tongue inside me, my mind going blank as I let out another loud moan from low in my throat. ‘Answer the question,’ he growls before delving his tongue back inside me, my walls fluttering around it.

‘Doesn’t it bother you… that your tongue… is inside a pussy… that was fucked… by another guy… less than an hour ago?’ I manage to force out between deep breaths and soft whines, and his eyes flit up to meet mine, dark and stormy with rage. 1 point to me. He leans away from me, landing a harsh slap across my core, the shock of the pain making me gasp, but my gasp is cut off by a moan when he pushes two fingers inside me.

‘Fucking slut. Who were you with?’ he demands, eyes trained on my face as I whimper pathetically at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of me, barely able to hold his eye contact. ‘Someone with a dick bigger than yours,’ I say in a strained voice, just about managing to get my words out before he rubs at my clit with his thumb, forcing a moan of his name from my lips.

‘Liar. Who were you with?’ he asks again, but I’m too focused on the pleasure rolling through my body in waves to muster up any sort of response. He removes his fingers from inside me and slips them into my mouth, my own arousal coating my tastebuds as I lick them clean. He ducks his head down again, tongue flicking across my clit, and I let out another loud moan, head thrown back and back arched painfully.

‘If you won’t answer my question, you’ll shut the fuck up,’ he spits out, grabbing my ripped pants and stuffing them into my mouth before pushing me down to lie across the desk. I feel Coach’s papers against my bare back and suddenly realise that my ex-boyfriend is eating me out in the football coach’s office, with the door unlocked.

Before I have any time to dwell on how dangerous this situation is, he pushes three fingers into me, my back lifting up off the desk and tears filling my eyes. He doesn’t waste any time, thrusting his fingers in and out of me fast enough to fill the room with obscene squelching and choked moans from deep in my throat, muffled by my underwear in my mouth. I can taste myself on the material, the filthiness of it making me gush around his fingers. The desk is probably covered in my arousal.

I thrash around on the desk and it must irritate him because he lifts my legs up over his shoulders, my heels resting on his back and thighs on either side of his head. He sucks at my clit whilst keeping a steady pace with his fingers inside me, and I bury my hands in his hair, pulling his face closer to me.

He chuckles softly, warm breath fanning across my skin and making me shudder. When his fingers curl inside me, I clench around his fingers, unconsciously trying to push my thighs together, pressing them into his head. He doesn’t relent though, tongue flicking across my clit, fingers stretching me out.

‘Close already?’ he asks amusedly, so used to my body that he knows when an orgasm is approaching, and I can’t help myself from taking the underwear out of my mouth to respond with ‘still sensitive from the last guy.’ He freezes, my response taking him by surprise, before his eyes blaze with fury. ‘You’re gonna regret running your mouth,’ he warns me before thrusting his fingers into me again with renewed energy, a loud moan falling from my lips.

The knot in my stomach tightens as his tongue swirls around my clit, fingers bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I can’t stop the moans and whines that escape my mouth but the sounds Mason’s making are much worse, his mouth slurping and his fingers splashing my arousal. My fingers are still tangled in his locks, thighs pressed tightly around his head and heels digging into his strong back, but none of it seems to concern him, the boy completely focused on making me cum.

‘Fuck, Mase, I’m… I’m so close,’ I whimper, the submission in my voice making him instantly soften. ‘Come on, baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers like a good girl, y/n,’ he murmurs against the skin of my inner thigh, the praise pushing me even closer. He curls his fingers inside me, sucking my clit between his lips, and I see white, mouth falling open as my orgasm hits me.

I black out for a few seconds, the pleasure in my body too much for me to handle, and when my vision finally clears, mind finding its sanity again, my body falls slack, head back on the desk and chest falling and rising with exhausted breaths. I manage to lift my head to look at Mason, and I get the shock of my life when I see that his face is wet, skin glistening.

‘Did… I just-’ ‘Yeah, you did,’ he replies, tone soft with shock, and we just stare at each other for a long few seconds. ‘Fuck. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,’ he murmurs, taking my hands into his and pulling me upright, gripping my jaw with a strong hand to bring my face closer. He presses his lips to mine, my own taste on his tongue, and I moan softly into his mouth at his hands digging into my waist as he kisses me fiercely.

He breaks apart from me after a moment and stands up, the tent in his shorts making my stomach clench. ‘Turn over, angel,’ he prompts, and I lift myself up shakily before turning onto my front, body pressed against the wood of Coach’s desk. ‘Can you lock the door?’ I ask, hearing him chuckle softly. ‘Starting to hurt my ego, babe. I wanna show you off, and you’re trying to keep me hidden.’ ‘I’m trying not to get caught naked on Coach’s desk with my ex-boyfriend inside of me,’ I reply drily, getting more laughter in response.

‘It’s fine, he won’t be back for a while. You’re just gonna have to be quiet for me, so no one else comes in.’ ‘Just lock the door.’ ‘It doesn’t have a lock,’ he replies, and I groan in irritation. ‘We don’t have to fuck, angel. I can go without it, and you should be able to as well. Unless the guy you fucked earlier was shit,’ he murmurs, lifting one of my legs to rest on the desk, exposing my dripping wet core to the room.

‘Say the word, babe, and I’ll stop. If you’re so worried about being caught,’ he says, grin audible in his tone, and I roll my eyes. He just wants me to beg him, like he tried to get me to do last time – he’s so transparent. Before I can decide what to say, I feel the head of his cock running up and down my folds, my walls clenching in anticipation. The contact stops suddenly, cold air on my core making me shiver, but then I feel his lips press against my shoulder blade, kissing a slow trail down my back.

‘Have you ever squirted for another boy, angel?’ he asks quietly, and I toy with the idea of telling him that yes, I’ve squirted for every other guy I’ve slept with. ‘No,’ I respond truthfully after a long pause, putting him out of his misery. ‘Have you ever made yourself squirt?’ he asks, and I respond with another ‘no.’ ‘That was your first time?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Fuck,’ he curses, lips in the dip of my back, hands on my waist.

‘Wanna make you squirt again, babe. On my cock instead of my face this time. So much that it goes everywhere, angel. Want the room to smell like you,’ he whispers against my skin, making me moan softly, and he loses any composure he may have had before that point. I feel his cock between my legs again, head pushing against my folds, and I feel myself moving back, desperate to feel him in me.

‘You want it?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Words.’ ‘Yes, Mase, I want it,’ I whisper, my words followed by silence for a long few seconds. ‘Who fucked you today?’ he demands, and I let out an irritated groan. ‘Seriously?’ ‘Yes. I’ll speak to Coach about your funding. No, fuck that, I’ll even fund your stage myself if I have to. Just tell me, y/n,’ he demands, and I want him so bad that I give in.

‘You have to promise me you won’t do anything.’ ‘I promised you I’d help with funding – don’t add other conditions.’ ‘Mason, please,’ I whine. ‘What would I do anyway?’ ‘He’s on the team, and I don’t want you to, like, bench him or whatever.’ ‘He’s on the team?’ he demands angrily, and I sigh. ‘Mase, please,’ I say again, and he’s silent for a few seconds. ‘Coach chooses the team so I can’t bench anyone.’ ‘Mase.’ ‘Fine, I won’t do anything. Just tell me. It’ll kill me not to know,’ he pleads.

‘Conor,’ I whisper, and he’s silent for a long few seconds. ‘Okay.’ ‘Mason-’ ‘Babe, it’s fine. I won’t do anything,’ he murmurs before pushing all the way into me, both of us cursing in unison. ‘Oh, God,’ I whimper, Mason giving me time to adjust, the sound of my deep breaths the only noise in the room. His hands roam across my body soothingly, sliding over my hips and squeezing my bum self-indulgently.

‘Stop clenching, angel,’ he breathes out, clearly struggling to stay composed, and I try my best to stop my walls fluttering around him. ‘You can move.’ ‘Sure?’ he asks softly, my heart melting which makes me want to slap myself. This guy is a Level 1000 dickhead, and I’m getting butterflies while he’s got me bent over Coach’s desk. I need to seriously self-evaluate.

‘Yes, Mase, please,’ I murmur, and he pulls out slowly before slamming back in, making me moan loudly. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, hammering into me with enough force to make the desk creak, just about audible over the continuous moans escaping my lips. ‘Fuck, Mase, feels so good,’ I whimper, his hand coming down on my ass in a slap that makes me gasp, the gasp cut off with a moan when the head of his cock hits my sensitive spot.

‘Such a dirty girl, y/n. Someone could walk in any second and see you getting fucked by your ex-boyfriend on Coach’s desk, and look at you. Moaning like a desperate little slut,’ he says, voice strained with the effort of keeping his fast pace, punctuating his words with another harsh slap. He wraps a hand around my hair, tugging it and keeping my head bent back an at uncomfortable angle, my moans projecting around the room.

‘Still so tight, baby. Conor can’t have fucked you very well,’ he says cockily, both of us knowing full well that the female anatomy doesn’t work that way, but I’m too fucked out to correct him, just about keeping myself from passing out at the intense waves of pleasure rolling over my sensitive body.

‘How would he feel if he knew, babe? If he knew you were getting fucked by your ex-boyfriend less than an hour after being with him? He’d think you’re a dirty fucking slut, wouldn’t he, angel? And he’d be right,’ he says between broken breaths and soft groans, his cock dragging against my walls in a way that makes my legs shake.

He’s relentless with his thrusts, pounding into me like it’s what he was made for. The sounds of skin slapping together, wet squelching, heavy breaths, creaking wood and my high-pitched moans fill the room – it sounds like someone’s playing porn on full blast through a speaker. It’s filthy, the way he fucks into me, pulls my hair, slaps my ass and talks so dirty it’d make even a prostitute blush. I’m embarrassingly close to another orgasm, and Mason knows it – I can practically feel the cockiness radiating from him.

He releases his grip on my hair, my head falling forward, and I moan pathetically when he begins rubbing at my clit harshly, his other hand pressing hard into my waist. ‘Ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good,’ he groans, my walls clamped down around him, making him have to put in so much effort just to be able to move. My body slides back and forth on the desk with every thrust of his, and my mind is completely empty of everything but him and his dick.

‘Fuck, Mason,’ I cry out, eyes watering, and he slows his pace slightly, giving me a brief reprieve. ‘You okay?’ he murmurs softly, rubbing my back comfortingly. ‘Mmhmm. Need you, Mase,’ I whisper through deep breaths, pushing back into him as tears run down my face. ‘Baby, you’re crying, and you still want me to fuck you?’ he laughs, sliding an arm beneath my body and pulling me up so our bodies are pressed together, his cock still inside me.

He keeps one arm wrapped around me, hand grabbing my tit whilst the other hand slides down my body and stops between my legs, fingers brushing my clit. He starts fucking into me again, thrusts slow and passionate now, and my head falls back against his chest. My knee is still up on the desk so he’s going so deep, deep enough that it feels like he’s brushing against my cervix.

‘You gonna cum for me, angel?’ he murmurs against my ear, fingers drawing circles on my clit as he fills me up perfectly, and I just moan in response, prompting a soft laugh from him. ‘Is my pretty baby close? Gonna cum on my cock, y/n?’ he whispers into the crook of my neck, my eyes fluttering shut as the knot in my stomach tightens and I let out a string of unintelligible gibberish.

‘Come on, y/n. Cum for me, angel. Wanna feel you cum around my cock, baby,’ he murmurs, moving the hand at my boob to my neck instead. The moment he tightens his fingers on either side of my throat, I hit my high, moaning his name loudly as my eyes roll back.

He rubs fast circles at my clit to get me through my orgasm, and as soon as my walls loosen around him, he’s pushing me back down onto the desk, hands tightening at my waist as he begins thrusting into me furiously fast to reach his own orgasm. I whine at the overstimulation, aftershocks making my body shudder along with the way he fucks into me, and he lets out soft moans and grunts. His cock twitches inside me and I know he’s close, clenching around him hard to keep him buried deep inside me.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum, y/n,’ he groans, hands clamped down on my waist bruisingly tight, and I feel his release fill me up, the boy moaning lowly as he thrusts into me slowly and erratically. He pulls out after a few seconds, the empty feeling making me shiver, and the silence that settles over the room makes the reality of this situation dawn on me. We just fucked on Coach’s desk.

‘You okay?’ he asks, sounding slightly sheepish, and I nod, pushing myself up off the desk on shaky arms. He gets some tissues from the box on the desk, sitting me down and cleaning me up with careful hands. I’m exhausted, trying my best not to knock out as he cleans all the sweat on my skin, smoothing down my hair with light fingers.

‘Want me to help you put your clothes back on, baby?’ he asks softly, and I suddenly remember that we’re not together anymore, and for good reason. Yes, he looks unfairly hot now, with messy hair and flushed skin, but it’s not a good idea to let him get close again, because I’ll probably fold and let him back into my life, and my heart can’t take all that pain again.

‘No, I can do it myself,’ I say, more harshly than I intended, and he reacts visibly, surprise on his face. He quickly masks it with an irritating smirk as he hands me my shorts and top, tucking my ripped pants into his pocket. ‘You’re such a fucking dick for ripping my underwear. That’s two pairs of pants you owe me now,’ I mutter as I pull my clothes on and slip my feet back into my shoes, collapsing down onto the chair once I’m done. He's looking at his reflection in the window, running a hand through his hair before putting his cap back on.

‘You’ll be able to buy yourself two million pairs of pants with all the funding you’re gonna get,’ he says serenely as he opens all the windows, airing the room out so it doesn’t smell of sex. I start tidying Coach’s desk, hoping he doesn’t notice if anything’s out of place.

‘What, you think you’re gonna be able to persuade Coach to give us extra funding instead of cutting it?’ I ask drily as he sits on the windowsill again, and he grins at me. ‘No persuasion necessary. The uni’s given the department double the budget we had last year, so your funding’s gonna be double this year what it was last year,’ he says, my confusion slowly ebbing away into pure rage.

‘What did you gain from lying?’ I say through gritted teeth, his smile growing even more. ‘We both know the answer to that, angel,’ he responds, and I shut my eyes to keep myself calm, taking deep breaths. ‘You’re a fucking twat, Mason,’ I say after a long few moments, reopening my eyes to see his shit-eating grin. ‘If you hadn’t been late to the meeting, y/n, you wouldn’t have missed Coach talking about the budget. So it’s your own fault really,’ he says, and I see red.

When Coach walks in, I’m milliseconds away from throwing the vase on his desk at Mason’s head. ‘y/n, stop!’ Coach shouts, rushing over and taking the vase from my hand. ‘Did you see that, Coach? She was about to physically assault me,’ Mason says with a grin in my direction, Coach shooting him a look. ‘You probably deserved it, Mason.’

‘Coach! She could have wrecked my face,’ Mason whinges as Coach sits back down behind his desk. ‘Anything that happens to your face from this point would be an improvement,’ Coach replies drily, and I fail at stifling my laugh, Mason crossing his arms across his chest with a sulky look on his face. ‘Right, well, at least the two of you didn’t kill each other while I was gone. You may have been about to, but you didn’t, so I consider it a win,’ Coach says amusedly, Mason and I shooting each other dirty looks.

‘Why are the windows open? It’s freezing,’ Coach says, and I hesitate to answer, Mason doing it for me. ‘y/n was feeling hot,’ Mason says, and I try not to react visibly to his horrendous lie. I’m in shorts and a crop top – why on earth would I be feeling hot? ‘Oh, okay. You’re not ill, are you, y/n?’ Coach asks, and I wrack my brains for an answer. ‘No, Coach. It’s just… that time of the month,’ I say quietly, instant regret on his face.

‘Okay, sorry for asking. Let’s carry on with the meeting then. What did you decide on for fundraising?’ ‘We argued about it quite a bit, Coach, but y/n eventually agreed to the wet t-shirt contest.’ ‘Shut up, Mason.’ ‘You shut up.’ ‘No, actually, both of you shut up. To think you were ever in relationship. How did you manage to stand each other?’ ‘I ask myself the same question every single day, Coach.’

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Rodnaya

Hi, so I have a couple of Valentine Day drabbles to post over the next few days. Here is the first, also adding someone else I write for to the portfolio. Hope you like it 💖

Warnings: mentions of abusive ex.

Rodnaya - my person

I pull the sheets on our, mine and Nats, bed one last time, trying to get the rose petals scattered around the bed even, even though I know it is all for nought. I am going to be sitting in the middle of it again in a minute but I wanted, no, needed it to look as good as possible. I have had this planned for weeks, buying for Natasha was a nightmare, she never wanted anything, and she treated me all the time. So this Valentine’s Day I was going to give her something she had told me she wanted; me. I was currently in a pink lace crotch less bodysuit, in the middle of our bed waiting on tender hooks for her arrival.

I knew her routine like the back of my hand, so when her alarm, which I always sleep through went off at 5:20 for her 5:30 training session, mine went off at 5:35 giving me plenty of time to shower, change, cover the bed with rose petals and prepare myself for her to come back to our room at 6:30 for her shower.

As I settle myself on my knees in the middle of our bed, surrounded by rose petals, her card to one side of me and a daft present in a box to the other, I look at the clock; 6:28 only a few minutes and she will be finished and heading back to our room.

With that the door flys opens.

“Y/N!” It is Tony. I can’t speak as he looks at me, eyes raking up and down my body. “Natasha is one lucky lady” he says, closing the door and leaving.

“Shit, shit, shit” I keep whispering, tears falling down my face, my arms wrapped around myself. Why didn’t I say something? I should of said something! At least Nat wouldn’t think I had done it on purpose, I haven’t done it on purpose, I love Nat. What was he even doing awake!?! I had never seen him up before 10am since moving into the compound. My head started going into overdrive. Stop. I told myself and took a couple of deep breaths. Natasha was not your ex, they were abusive and controlling and not Nat, she would know it is an accident. With that I straightened myself up, checking on my makeup, removing any tears with my thumb, and resuming my original stance on the bed. It was a long few minutes but finally the door swung open to reveal Natasha, fitted in her gym wear, red crop top and black cycling shorts showing off her figure, her firery hair tied up in a high ponytail. Even just out of training she looked like perfection.

“Hey ba-“ she stopped as she turned around to face me. “Oh Tony wasn’t exaggerating this time” she smirked, turning to lock the door and stalking me towards the bed.

Tony? What had he said. I started to become nervous under her gaze, the thought from earlier coming back, tears on the edge of overflowing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ I burst out crying.

“Shhhh” Nat says softly, kneeling on the bed in front of me, wrapping her arms around me, bringing me closer. “What do you have to be sorry for Rodnaya?”

“Tony. He saw me.” I say through tears. “He didn’t knock, I didn’t know it was…… I didn’t know he was there! I should of locked the door, I shouldn’t of done it, it was stupid, I am sorry Natasha please don’t be angry“

“Y/N, don’t you dare. Do I look angry?” She pulls away from our embrace so I can see her face.

“No” I whisper, fiddling with my hands. She holds them in between hers to stop me.

“No Rodnaya, I am not angry, I wish Tony would knock, but I am not mad, definitely not at you, I could never be mad at you, especially when you are dressed like this in the middle of our bed.” She smirked. “I love you.”

“I love you too'' I whispered , placing a lingering kiss against her lips. “I am sorry, I spent so long with my ex being punished for them feeling jealous. My head just told me you were going to be mad, I tried to tell it otherwise but my head won this time.”

“It is fine Y/N, there is no need to apologise. But you are safe now, I hope you know that, I love you, I would never hurt you, I would never take my jealousy out on you, I mean not in that way anyways” she smirks, tilting my chin to place a kiss on my lip. “I might have to remind everyone later who is the only one to make you feel good, make you scream my name” I lean in to kiss her as she tries to move away.

“Nah ah, we have a full day planned” she tried to stand up but I managed to hold her in the bed.

“But Daddy” I wine. “I got all dressed up for you” I pout and try to pull her in for a kiss again.

“You did malyshka, and now you can wear it all day, whilst I treat you and let daddy have her treat later, how about that?” Nat kisses my forehead.

“Hmmm ok” I throw my arms around her and bring her in for a long hug. “Nat can you at least open your card and presents now?” I ask moving away.

“Of course Malyshka”

I pass her the card first. She opens it to reveal a completely black card, she opens it to reveal the message and a Polaroid. I give her a few moment before she starts giggling.

The message reads “that is what I see when my eyes are closed, but when I open them I see my world” then a Polaroid of her one morning I managed to wake up earlier than her.

“You do have a way with words “ she smiles as I pass her the gift. She pulls the wrapping paper off to reveal a small ring box. She looks at me cautiously as she opens it.

“This best not be a ring, I said I wanted to be the one to propose.”

“Maybe if you had hurried up about it” I wink.

She finally gets the lid off to reveal a folded piece of paper, and a necklace with our initials on.

“Are these adoption papers?” Nat asks inspecting the papers closer.

“No, they are my ownership forms, once you sign you are stuck with me”

“Oh really? Find me a pen!” She shouts as she gets off the bed signing the paper and pinning it to her notice board. “If I stay here another moment you are not going to be in that cute lil get up and my plans for the day will be ruined. Get ready , I am going to go for a shower then you can put my gorgeous necklace on me and we will get out in here on time to do everything .”

“What is everything?” I ask

“For me to know and for you to dot dot dot” she sings, grabbing a towel and kissing my cheek on the way to the bathroom. “Also thank you for my gifts sweetheart, I love them, I love you”

“I love you too Nat”

#marvel #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #captainhawkbuckwrites #Valentine’s day natasha

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chrizbang · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Han Jisung x female reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: mature content, swearing, partying, drinking, fighting, crying, penetative sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 4.934

Author’s note: English is not my first language, there might be some grammar mistakes dhuofdsjojd I hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback!

You and Jisung dated for almost a year. He was a great boyfriend even though he was always busy. He barely had time to spend with you, he worked a lot and had all the work from college. Because of that, Jisung decided it was better to break up with you. He really liked you, but he thought it wouldn't be fair to keep you in a relationship with him since he didn't have time to spend with you. That's what he told himself.

He wanted you to remain as friends. It wasn’t a long time ago, so you were still healing, and as much as you wanted to do the friends thing, you needed sometime for yourself.

After you finished your shift at the coffee shop you worked at, you were heading home. You were tired and all you wanted was to go to sleep. Becca, your roommate, messaged you saying she was going to a party, so you were going to be alone.

It was in moments like thiswhere you missed Jisungthe most, the momentswhen you were alone in your apartment. You missed how he would make you dinner, even thoughhe would burn the food most of the time. You missed cuddling with him on the couch while you watched a movie. And, oh boy, you missed having sex with him. Jisungwas good, he knew exactly what he had to do to drive you crazy, and as much as you like using your toys, it wasn’t the same.

After getting home, you took your shoes and yourjacket off and sat on the couch. All you wanted was to go to sleep but you needed to shower. You grabbed your phone and you saw that you had two messages from Becca.

Becca, 20:30: hey

Becca, 20:30: girl, are you awake?

Y/N, 20:31: yes

You felt curious, but you chose to take a shower instead of waiting for her to answer. You got up from the couch and went to your room. You took your clothes off, putting them in the laundry basket inside your bathroom, and entered the shower. It was quick, just enough to take the sweat off. After drying your body, you put on your panties and your favorite hoodie and went to bed.

You took your phone and saw that Becca sent two more messages.

Becca, 20:50:[picture]

Becca, 20:50: Isn’t that Jisung????

You opened the picture and felt your heart sink. Jisung was in the line outside of the party, waiting to get in. He was with some friends. Jisung was wearing skinny jeans, sneakers, and that one leather jacket that made him look so good.

You know he had to move on eventually, it’s been one month since he broke up with you. But it made you feel sad that you were still thinking about him and he was ready to meet someone new.

Y/N, 20:52:wow

Y/N, 20:52:can you do me a favor?

Becca, 20:53:sure

Y/N, 20:53:tell me if you see him doing something with someone, like kissing or anything

Becca, 20:55:are you sure you want to know about that?

Y/N, 20:55:yes, please

Becca wasn’t answering anymore, she was probably entering the party, you thought. You decided to go to sleep and try to forget about it. You laid on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt your head hurting, it was probably going to take you long to go to sleep now. You tried not to think about Jisung.

The next morning, you woke up at 9:00 am, it was your day off. You didn’t sleep well last night, so you didn’t wanted to get up, but you remembered what you asked Becca. You checked your phone and there wasn’t a new message from her. You got up and crawled to Becca’s room. You thought she was sleeping, but there was no one in her room. That’s when you heard noise in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you said.

“Good morning!” Becca looked fine for someone who partied all night. That was something that you always admired about her, how easy it was for her to have energy and a socialize. You couldn’t relate. She was wearing a pink cropped with booty shorts, her dark straight her on a ponytail, and she was making pancakes. She always made pancakes for the both of you in the morning.

“So, about Jisung…” she looked at you “are you really sure you want to know? I know you still have feelings for him.”

“I need to know,” you sat at the table in the kitchen. There was no turning back now. If you didn’t know what happened, it would linger in your mind forever. Becca put the dishes on the table and you took one pancake. You weren’t feeling hungry but you were going to eat it anyway.

“Okay,” she sighed “After we entered the party, I wasn’t able to keep track of him all the time, there were a lot of people inside.” She took a bite of her pancake. “What I saw was that he spent most of the time with his friends. However, I saw him kissing two girls, one after, at least, 30 minutes after the party started. She was Black and had a fit body. The other one was before he left, she was Asian and a little bit taller. And…” she paused.

“What?”

“She left with them.”

Becca saw your expression, she knew that you were feeling upset about it.

“I’m sorry for telling you,” she said “but you are my friend, and I wouldn’t be able to see him at the party having fun and not tell you. This is a sign that you need to move on.”

“I know…You know what? I’m going back to sleep.”

“You are not going to finish your pancake?”

“Sorry, I’m not hungry.”

Becca looked upset, but you know it wasn’t because of the pancake, but because she knew how you were feeling. You got up and went to your room. After laying in bed, you started crying. You felt empty, like you were easily replaced. All you been through with Jisung was in the past, you knew that, but knowing that he was with other girls was like a confirmation. Thinking about someone else kissing his lips, hugging him. Thinking about him running his pretty hands through someone else’s body. It made you feel sick. You knew it was silly, you knew you had no right to feel this way, but you couldn’t help it.

It has been a week since you discovered that Jisung was going out with other girls. You decided it was for the best to forget about him, you had plans for your future, and suffering for a man wasn’t going to help you.

You were getting ready for your shift, putting your uniform on, after taking a shower, when you received a notification on your phone. You picked it and saw it was a text message. When you opened it, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Unknown number, 13:25: Hey

Unknown number, 13:25: Sorry for messaging you out of the blue.

It was Jisung. You deleted his number but you could see his profile picture. Just because you were trying to get over him, he had to message you.

Unknown number, 13:26: I just wanted to tell you that I finally graduated!

You didn’t know if it was better to ignore these messages or to answer him, but you decided to answer because you didn’t want to be rude.

Y/N, 13:29: hey, that’s good to hear

Y/N, 13:29: I’m happy for you

Unknown number, 13:31: Thanks!

Unknown number, 13:31: We’re going to have a party to celebrate it. You can come, if you want. You can bring Becca too. I would love to see you.

No way you were going. Nope. No. The last thing you needed was to see him. To feel him. To hug him. To smell his perfume. No.

Y/N, 13:34: sorry, but I think it for the best if I don’t go.

Unknown number, 13:37: It’s okay, but the offer is still up in case you change your mind.

You decided not to answer anymore. You were late to work and you didn’t want to keep thinking about it.

After working all day, you got home exhausted. Becca was already home, so she was preparing dinner.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey Y/N. I’m making pasta”. She said. “I had an idea and you are not going to say no to me.”

“Okay?” you stepped into the kitchen, curious about what she was talking about.

“We are going to a party!” Becca said excitedly.

“You know I’m not a fan of parties.”

“I know, but my friend Seungmin is throwing a party to celebrate his graduation, and I know a lot of cute boys are going to be there. Is your chance to get over your ex.”

“I don’t think I’m going to get over him if I keep thinking about him. Besides, he is going to that party, he invited me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“You know what? That’s good. So he can see what he lost.

Besides, are you going to lose an opportunity to have fun just so you can avoid him? That’s ridiculous.” You know she was trying to convince you. “Jisung needs to see that you are doing fine without him”.

“I’m definitely not” you grunted. You sat on the table, holding your head with your hands. This was a stupid idea.

“He doesn’t know that, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You knew it was useless to fight with Becca, she was persuasive when she wanted to.

“I’m gonna think about it, okay?” You gave Becca a pleading look, hoping that she would have mercy on you.

“Okay, but you don’t have much time. The party is this friday.”

Eventually, you decided to go to the party. Becca was right, you shouldn’t have to avoid places just because Jisung would be there. Besides, there was nothing you could say to convince her otherwise.

It was friday and you were feeling like you were going to explode. You didn’t know if you were ready to see Jisung yet. You wanted so bad for him to look at you and regret breaking up with you. You wanted him to beg to get back with you, but at the same time, you were scared you would have to see him with a new girlfriend.

You were getting ready, after doing your hair and make-up, you were trying to decide which outfit to wear. Somebody knocked on your door. “Come in,” you said.

“Hey” Becca entered your room, noticing that you were still in your underwear. “Can’t choose what to wear?” she sat on your bed.

“Yeah. I want something that makes me look good, so maybe Jisung will notice me, but at the same time, I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”

“Why don’t you wear that low-cut white blouse that makes your boobs look good? You can wear it with a nice skirt,” Becca suggested.

“Hmm, I think I’ll wear it with some jeans instead of a skirt, so it will look more casual, and heel boots.” You put on your outfit and you felt good because you were looking gorgeous. Even if Jisung didn’t notice you, at least you were feeling good about yourself.

Becca called an Uber and you arrived at the party. Seugnmin’s house was huge, like something you’ve never seen before. You were standing before a huge gate, and inside you could see he had a big pool, where people were gathering around.

Once you were inside, you tried not to look for Jisung, even though you knew you would see him eventually. Becca suggested that you would get a drink, so both of you went to the kitchen. There were a lot of alcoholic beverages on the table, but since you weren’t fond of drinking, you just got the same as Becca.

“Hey, that boy didn’t stop to look at me since we arrived here,” Becca told you, trying not to look at him.

“Oh, I know him, his name is Felix. He is really cute.”

“I think I’m going to talk to him,” Becca winked at you. “Will you be okay?” She seemed concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine, go talk to him.” You didn’t want to stop her from having fun. After Becca left, you went outside to get some air. Seungmin’s backyard was huge, but it didn’t stop you from seeing Jisung. He was next to a table that was close to the pool. He was talking to a girl, she was blonde with straight hair, so she wasn’t one of the girls Becca said he kissed at the party. They looked like they were having an interesting conversation, she had her hand on his arm, she was definitely flirting with him. You couldn’t clearly see his face but by his body language, he was into it. He approached her to say something on her ear, his hands on her waist.

You felt your head hurt so bad, you really wanted to leave. You were so stupid to think you would be okay with seeing him, especially like that.

You turned around, wanting to leave as soon as possible, but a guy bumped into you, making you drop your drink on your blouse.

“Oh, shit,” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry! I fucked up your shirt.”

“It’s okay, I was leaving anyway,” you looked up at the boy, he was tall, he had his long dark hair up in a ponytail. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. He was so handsome, like a model.

“Hey, you don’t have to leave. Here,” he took his sweatshirt off, making his shirt underneath go up with it, exposing his abs. You couldn’t help but look. “I don’t know if it’s going to ruin your outfit, but at least you won’t have to wear something wet and stained.”

“You don’t have to,” you started to blush, he was really cute.

“It’s okay, really. You can even give me your blouse so I can wash it for you, I owe you one.”

“I’ll take the sweatshirt, but you don’t have to wash the shirt. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, can I get you another drink? I promise I won’t drop it on you again.”

“Sure! Just let me get changed” You rushed to the bathroom, feeling all giggly. For a moment you even forgot about how you were feeling because of Jisung. You took your blouse off and put on the sweatshirt. It had a nice smell, he probably used a good perfume. You just realized that you never asked his name.

You left the bathroom and looked for him, he was at the balcony in the kitchen. You approached him, holding your blouse in your hands.

“This sweatshirt is really comfortable. I might not give you back,” you teased him.

He smiled at you, he had such a pretty smile, he was breathtaking.

“I’ll allow it because you look cute in it.” You couldn’t stop blushing.

“So, my name is Y/N, what’s your name?”

“Hyunjin,” he said while pouring something into a cup.

“Are you graduating too?”

“Not yet,” he handed you the cup and took a sip from his own “I’m friends with the guy who planned the party.”

“Seungmin?”

“Yeah, do you know him?” he asked.

“I heard about him,” you looked at your cup “what is it?”

“I have no idea,” Hyunjin laughed.

You and Hyunjin chatted for a while, he was funny and you were having a good time. People were dancing in the living room, and he invited you to go there so you could dance with him. Hyunjin was a good dancer, moving his hips with ease. He was mesmerizing, and the alcohol you drank was starting to make you feel tipsy. He had his hands on your hips, guiding your body against his, sometimes grinding on you. For a moment you lost all your inhibitions, you gently grabbed his face with your hands and kissed him. It wasn’t long before Hyunjin kissed you back, opening his lips so you could put your tongue inside of his mouth. He held your head with one hand while the other held your back. He had soft lips and he was a good kisser, but you didn’t feel anything but desire. You kissed him for a while, but it was getting late and you had to go home if you wanted to sleep before going to work the next day. After you explained it to Hyunjin, you asked for his number, with the excuse of only getting it so you can give back his sweatshirt, and you went around looking for Becca, trying your best to avoid Jisung. Finally, you found her, kissing Felix like there was no tomorrow. You just wanted to tell her that you were leaving, but she insisted to go with you. You called an Uber and left the party.

“So… I saw you kissing that tall guy, he’s really cute,” Becca said while you were opening the front door of your apartment.

“Yeah, he is,” you smiled.

“You know who else saw it? Jisung.”

“Really?” You turned around to face her, after closing the door. You tried not to care about it, but it was useless.

“Yes, I was going to the bathroom, when I saw him in the kitchen getting some drinks, when he went through the living room to go outside again, he saw you dancing with the guy.” Becca sat on the couch to take her shoes off.

“But you said he saw us kissing?”

“Yeah, because he stayed inside, looking at you. Not gonna lie, he looked really upset.”

You felt a mix of emotions, part of you was happy because Jisung felt like you were feeling. But part of you thought it was stupid, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

“Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and go to sleep,” Becca said, going to her room. You decided to do the same.

The next day you went to work with a migraine, you didn’t even drink that much. The day went by fast, it was almost the end of your shift. You were cleaning some cups in the sink when you heard the bell on the door, indicating that someone entered the coffee shop. You weren’t paying much attention until the person stopped by the balcony.

“Y/N.”

You turned around, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Jisung?”

“I wanna talk to you.”

“I can’t, I’m working,” you were feeling so confused, what was he doing here all of the sudden?

“Your shift will end in 10 minutes, right?” he looked at the watch on his wrist to check. “I can wait,” his expression was serious, he looked like he was upset but he didn’t look angry.

Ten minutes later, you left the balcony to go change in the back of the coffee shop. You were feeling nervous and apprehensive, you tried to change as fast as you could so you could solve this situation already.

When you went back, Jisung was sitting at a table with a thoughtful expression. He got up when he saw you getting closer.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

“You said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I do, but let’s go home first.”

You sighed but followed him to his car.

When you were inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy. Jisung drove to your house without saying a word. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

He stopped the car in front of your apartment, you really wanted to talk to him but you weren’t feeling brave enough to say anything.

“Can I come inside?” Jisung asked with pleading eyes. You felt a bit nervous, you would be alone with him since Becca texted you saying that she was going to spend the night at Felix’s house, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“I’m just trying to understand something,” Jisung said after you were already inside the house, you locked the door and looked at him.

“What?”

“You told me that you were not going to the party, you know, the one to celebrate the graduation. But, to my surprise, not only you went to the party, but you also were having a lot of fun with Hyunjin.” Jisung sat on the couch, he had a disappointed expression.

“So what?”

“So what?” he raised his eyebrows. “I invited you because I hoped I would be able to see you, you never spoke to me again. And also, Hyunjin, really?”

You started to feel angry, his fucking audacity.

“Jisung, you broke up with me, you’ve been hanging with a lot of girls since then, and now you’re upset because I was kissing somebody else?” you thought he wasn’t being rational.

“I don’t like him, I don’t want to see you with him again,” you looked at him hoping that he was joking, but he had a serious expression.

“You must be kidding me,” you laughed “I’m a single woman, single because you fucking broke up with me, I’ll fucking kiss whoever I want.”

“Stay away from him Y/N, I’m warning you,” he raised his voice. He looked intimidating when he was upset.

You felt your blood boiling, what the fuck was he thinking.

“You know what, I know why you don’t want me to go out with him,” you stood in front of him. “He is great, he is handsome, tall, his hair is fucking shiny. You are afraid that’ll he fuck me the way you never did, aren’t you?”

You crossed your arms, you didn’t want to fight with Jisung, but you were feeling so frustrated, you couldn’t hold your words anymore.

“You’re afraid he’s going to make me feel like the fucking woman you never made me fe-”

It was enough for Jisung, he grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you, carrying you on his shoulder. He dragged you to your room and threw you on the bed. You didn’t even have time to react before Jisung turned you around, your back now against his chest. He held your arms behind your back, putting his weight against your body.

“You are such a little brat, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson, I’m gonna show you who you fucking belong to.”

He sounded so angry and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on. He let go of your arms so he could unbuckle his belt, taking it off and using it to tie your arms behind your back. You tried to hold a moan, you didn’t want to give him the taste of knowing that you were turned on by him.

He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down without taking them off. He ripped your underwear, but you weren’t able to complain because seeing him like that was making you super wet.

You felt him moving in the bed when he started to unbutton his pants, taking them off. Jisung ran his thumb on your folds, playing with your pussy lips.

"So fucking wet for me," he groaned. He held your hips and lowered his body, putting his face on the level of your pussy. You could feel his breath before he started to run his tongue on your folds. At this point, you weren't able to hold your moans anymore, everything he was doing was driving you crazy. All the times you had sex with him, he was always soft and patient, taking his time with you. But the fact that he was acting rough because he was jealous made you feel like he desired you. "You always taste so fucking good," Jisung said, positioning himself on top of you. Slowly, he pushed his rock-hard cock inside of you, making you feel every inch. You gasped, feeling him stretching your pussy out like that. Once he was fully inside, Jisung started to move at a fast pace, not giving you time to get used to him inside of you. You could barely move, trying to take everything he was giving you.

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Jisung pulled your hair and started to suck on your neck, leaving marks behind. The fact that he didn't even bother to take all of your clothes off turned you on so bad. He raised your shirt and grabbed your boobs, pinching your nipple. "Answer me," he demanded. "Yes, y-es, I love it," you could barely answer. He never stopped his movements, fucking you from behind, leaving marks on your neck, claiming you as his.

“Please, I so close,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Jisung was panting, he was high also getting close. "Cum for me, slut." "Yes, yes, f-fuck," was all you could say before you felt your orgasm hitting you hard. Jisung kept going for a while until he let out a long moan, spilling his hot cum inside of you. He stayed on top of you for a while, breathing on your neck. "Y/N?" he said, after a while. "Hmm?" "We need to talk." You tried to lift your body but you couldn't because of Jisung's weight, so he lay by your side. He untied you and you turned around to face him. "I don't wanna talk," you protested. "This was the best that I felt for a while, I don't wanna ruin it by fighting with you." "Y/N, I-" Jisung stopped, thinking about what he was trying to say. "I'm sorry." You could see the regret on his face. "I thought I was being selfish by dating you, I barely had time to do anything besides working and studying, I didn't want to keep you in a relationship like this, you deserved better." Jisung got closer to you, avoiding your eyes. "After I graduated, I had more free time, and you had no idea how much I wanted to spend time with you, but I didn't have the guts to go after you after breaking up with you. I tried to forget about you by going to parties and meeting other girls, but it was never the same." He sat against the headboard. "When I saw you with Hyunjin, I felt so hurt, especially because you are right, he would be so much better for you." You looked at him, he looked like he was being honest. "You have no idea how hurt I was after seeing you with other girls." "I know. It's okay if you don't want to see me again, but I want you to know that you are important to me." "I think I need some time to think."

Jisung left your apartment. You got up to shower and clean the mess on your bed. All the time you kept thinking about what happened. You absolutely wanted to be with him, but at the same time, you were still upset about what happened. Eventually you called Jisung, since you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and he invited you to have dinner at his place on the next day, after work. You changed at work before going to his house, deciding to wear a white shirt with jeans. Jisung made pasta, it was easy and fast to cook but it was also your favorite food. The dinner was awkward in the beginning, both of you not knowing what to say to each other. "So...now that you graduated, what are your plans?" you tried to start a conversation to stop with the awkward silence. You were sitting at the table in his kitchen, in front of him. His mouth was full of food, so he took a while before answering your question. "Well, I got a job at that record company I've told you, do you remember?" "I do! That's really good to hear Jisung." He smiled at you. You always felt your heart melting when you saw his pretty smile. "Y/N... I'm really sorry for everything. I feel like I'm being selfish with you. You saw me with other girls and I lost it when I saw you with someone else. I don't know what to do but, it's okay if you choose to be with Hyunjin. I have no right to be upset at you." He avoided your eyes, too afraid of your reaction.

You wondered if you really should tell him that you dumped Hyunjin the day before. You messaged him, opening your heart to him and explaining your feelings for your ex-boyfriend. You still promised to give him his sweatshirt back. "Jisung, forget about Hyunjin. I wouldn't be able to get seriously involved with him, knowing that I still have feelings for you." Jisung looked at you, a glimpse of hope in his eyes. He reached for your hand. "I promise you I will be a better boyfriend if you still want me. You have no idea how much I miss you." "I want it. But this the last chance I'm giving you." Jisung got up and went to your side on the table, he held your face with his hands and kissed you. A kiss that made you dizzy by the passion it had. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." And after that, you knew that you had a new beginning with Jisung by your side.

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