#tell him to pilot and he will just stare at you with the most disgusted sneer until you concede

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

Hux being an absolutely terrible pilot and a certified passenger princess is one of my faves

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!reader x Elijah Mikaelson Part 12

Warnings- 4.2k

Word Count- Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

“Is he my father or not,” My voice seems to echo throughout our family's little living room as I glare at my mother. 

“It’s not that simple, Y/N,” My mother raises her hands in surrender as she begins to take a step closer to me. The dark glare on my face seems to halt her movements and she closes her eyes and sighs.

“He’s the man that raised you, he-”

“You. Know. What. I. Mean,” I cut her off, biting out each of my words, “I want the truthful answer. Is Y/F/N Y/L/N my biological father?”

I seem to lose all the air in my chest as I watch my mother drop down onto the couch and look up at me with tears running down her face. And that’s all I need to have my answer.

“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth as my chest starts concaving on itself. Tears cloud my vision as I stare at my mother. Her tears mimicked my own. And a wave of anger flows through my body. She was crying as if she was the victim here. She was crying in front of her emotionally and physically wounded daughter as if this wasn’t her fault. 

I sit on the dark coffee table in front of my mother, our knees touching as I stare at her, “You’re going to tell me everything. And don’t even try lying to me.”

My mother looks up at me and nods as she puts her head in her hands, “Eighteen years ago your father and I were having problems. We’d been married 3 years and still couldn’t conceive. It took a toll on both of us. I got depressed and well… you know how your father gets when he is upset,” She looks up at me and I slightly nod as a wave of nausea passes over me, “Your father was out of town for the night and so I thought I would go down to a little bar outside of town. I was there for about an hour before I thought of leaving. But right when I was about to,” she pauses in thought for a moment then continues, “The most beautiful man I’d ever seen approached me. We talked throughout the night and then,” She looks at me to see if I understand where she was going and I nod disgusted.

“After I did what I had done I had never felt more disgusted with myself in my entire life. You have to believe me Y/N,” She reaches out to take my hand but I flinch away from her.

“Does Dad…or your husband know,” I ask but a part of me already knows the answer.

“When I fell pregnant with you soon after, you have to understand how happy your father was, I had never seen him that in love with something in the time I’d known him. You saved our marriage, Y/N. But… as you got older and you developed more of your own features and personality, neither of which were like me or him… I think your father realized or suspected that you weren’t his.”

My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold back my tears and sobs, “Is that why he…am I the reason he left?”

My question has my mother quickly shaking her head, “Your father and I had our own problems and even if it was because of that, it still isn’t your fault. He is still your father, he is the one who raised you.”

I stand up quickly, making sure not to move too much to upset my wounded arm, which is currently in a sling, and I huff out an angry laugh, “Raised me! Raised me?! I saw that man maybe once or twice a month for 16 years and in those few moments, all he caused was torture and heartbreak in my life. That man didn’t raise me! And looking at you now… I realize that you barely raised me too… I raised myself. Just like I’ve raised Theo,” I walk backward out of the living room as I shake my head at my mother, “I’ll never forgive you for this. Never.”

I hear my mother call out to me as I grab my keys and run out of the house. Rain pours down on me, dampening my clothes as I throw open my car door and turn it on. 

I drive around trying to decide my next move, and somehow I end up in the Salvatore’s driveway. 

I’m practically on auto-pilot as I walk up the stairs to the front door, I bring my hand up and knock, and within a moment it slams open and Damon stares down at me.

“What the hell do you…Y/N,” He pauses as he stares at my tear-filled eyes, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

I just stare at him and he takes a step forward and brings a hand to my arm. His touch seems to bring me out of my stupor and tears explode from my eyes as I throw myself into Damon’s arms. He doesn’t react for a moment as I cry into his shirt, but after a moment I feel his arms come and wrap around me.

“You want to…um, talk about it,” Damon asks quietly as if he’s not really sure how to comfort a teenage girl.

“My dad,” I hiccup out a sob, “Isn’t my dad!”

I feel Damon nod and he hums, “Um, sure, ok. Not entirely sure what that means,” He says the last part under his breath.

“I can’t go home. I can’t see my mom,” I pull away from Damon and I wipe the tears away from my face with my t-shirt sleeve.

Damon looks down at me for a moment before he turns sideways and gestures to the living room, “Then you’re going to stay here. For as long as needed.”

—

-2 months later-

“Hurry up hoe! This party isn’t going to decorate itself,” Caroline’s cheery voice calls up to me as I leave my bedroom at the Salvatore’s. 

“I’m coming Caroline, chill out,” I laugh to myself as I descend the stairs to where Caroline is standing. She shoots me a bright smile that rivals the sun when she sees me. 

“I can’t believe you’re still living here,” Caroline says as she grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall. 

I laugh awkwardly, “Ya, I guess I just like the bed here better than the one at my house.”

“And your mother really doesn’t care,” Caroline asks and I flinch at the mention of the woman I haven’t talked to in two months. 

“Um, ya. Theo’s away at some football camp until school starts and my mom’s always working so she doesn’t care.”

“You’re so lucky that you’re mom is so chill,” I laugh at the irony of that. My mom being “too chill” is the reason I’m not living at home right now. Caroline doesn’t know that though so she shoots me an odd look as she must’ve heard me laughing to myself.

After finding out about my paternal issues and moving in with Damon I made up a lie to all my friends that the reason I was living with him was that I needed a little vacation from my life, and not that I’m pissed off at my mom and scared to go home because it means I’ll have to face the reality of my life now. 

Damon is currently the only one who knows of my new “bastard” status. Even though sometimes I feel like strangling him, he has honestly been kind of a great friend these past two months. He’s gone along with my lie, not even telling Elena, who he is totally in love with. Damon and I have even started our own movie nights. Right now we’re bingeing the TV show Supernatural. He and I both like Dean, but our reasonings are a little different. God, I love Jensen Ackles. 

We’re postponing our movie night tonight because Caroline and I, mostly Caroline,  are throwing Elena her 18th birthday party. Elena told me to promise her that we wouldn’t make the party too big, but I kind of had to cross my fingers behind my back when I made that promise because when it comes to Caroline Forbes, no one will get in the way of her party making plans. 

“Good morning,” I look over to see the birthday girl smiling up at me as Caroline and I enter the living room. She and Tyler, who nods hello at me, are going through boxes upon boxes of party supplies.

“It’s 1 pm,” I say back to her and she frowns and checks her watch.

“Oh… Good afternoon then,” She laughs sheepishly.

I walk down the steps and bring her into a hug, “Happy birthday, Elena!”

I can hear Elena sigh and she pulls away from me, “Thank you,” Her vision goes from me to the boxes surrounding us, “I thought you said this was going to be lowkey?”

It’s my turn to smile sheepishly at her as I gesture towards Caroline, who is currently bitching to Tyler about hanging a streamer wrong, “You try getting in the way of her planning something. I love you Elena, but I’m more scared of her.”

Elena turns to look at Caroline as well and we both cringe when she hits Tyler over the head with a hard plastic plate.

“Good point,” Elena whispers out. 

—

“I feel like I have to fight Damon every single time we get a lead on Stefan,” Elena’s complaints have me side-eyeing both Caroline and her. I try to busy myself with unraveling some string lights, trying not to seem suspicious in any manner. I’m the only one here who knows really just how much Damon knows about Stefan’s “activities” this summer. 

About 3 weeks ago I found the articles about Stefan and he who shall not be named in Damon’s closet when I was going through Damon’s things. He’d gone through my things so I thought I’d return the favor. 

When Damon found out I knew he made me promise to keep it to myself. Only he, myself, and Ric could know. Damon didn’t want to worry Elena about all the killing Stefan had been doing. So “The Squad,” as I like to call us, have been researching different “animal killings” around the US this summer. Unfortunately, Damon and Ric won’t let me go on any of the road trips with them so I’ve been stuck at the Salvatore house this summer. 

“Maybe he doesn’t wanna find him,” Tyler’s comment makes me cringe slightly at the irony.

“Tyler!”

“What? He’s into you. Isn’t he” He asks Elena.

“The only reason Stefan left with Klaus was so that he could save Damon’s life,” Elena explains as she takes the supplies Tyler handed her, “I mean, trust me Damon wants to find him.”

You have no idea.

“But…you kissed him. Probably screwed with his head,” Tyler says and Caroline and Elena whip around to look at him while I hover a hand over my mouth to keep me from giggling. I’ve made fun of both Elena and Damon on multiple occasions this summer about the “kiss of death,’’ as I like to call it. 

“Tyler,” Caroline exclaims and Elena shoots her an “Are you serious” look. 

“I’m sorry,” Caroline apologies wholeheartedly. 

Elena raises her hand and shakes it, “I…Don’t worry about it. Look, yes, I kissed him, but it was a…”

“Kiss of death,” I say under my breath, but Elena still hears me and shoots me a glare.

“It was a goodbye kiss. I thought he was gonna die,” She tries to explain herself but Tyler shoots me a look and I have to fight off a laugh.

Elena fishes her phone out of her pocket, “I just missed a call from Bonnie,” She says.

At the mention of my witch friend, I perk up, “Tell her I say hi!”

Elena nods in agreement as she leaves the room. As soon as she goes, Caroline groans and whips around to stare at the werewolf.

“Just because I tell you things, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to know them,” She exclaims at him to which he apologizes. 

“I gotta run if I’m gonna change and pick up Sophie in time,” He says as he waves goodbye to me.

“Wait, you’re bringing a date? Slutty Sophie is your date,” Caroline asks and I frown at the nickname she gave her.

“Hey,” Tyler turns around, “It’s been kinda slow in that department. And… I’m horny all the time now.”

“Ya, tell me about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna explode” Caroline agrees and I gag out loud.

“Ok, has no one here ever heard of too much information,” I say as I make a show of covering my ears. I go back to decorating trying to block out the obvious sexual tension between the vampire and wolf as they talk about their sex lives, or lack of. 

“Bye Y/N,” Tyler’s voice calls out to me and I just wave him off, which makes him laugh.

I turn around and watch Tyler walk out of the room and then I turn to my blonde friend, “Well, that was painful to watch…and hear.”

Caroline groans and throws the cups she has in her hands back onto the table in front of us, “Tell me about it. I just…ugh, I don’t know,” She groans in annoyance again as she picks up some streamers and tape.

“Can we talk about something else, please?”

I laugh slightly at her pleading tone and nod, “Sure, what about?”

Caroline thinks for a moment before turning to me and smirking, “About the guy you’re bringing tonight.”

I roll my eyes at the insinuation in her voice, “It’s not like that at all. Alastair is a work friend. He’s new to town and I thought he could use some more friends.”

“Is he cute,” She raises her eyebrows suggestively and I shoot her a look.

“Some might say that but I’m not into him like that, and he’s definitely not into me like that either,” I respond.

“And how would you know that,” She questions.

I think back to all the times I’ve seen him ogling the male customers at work and smile to myself, “Just a hunch.”

“When did you meet the guy again?”

“Around the start of the summer when I started working at The Grill. He got a job right after me and we’ve been put on the same schedules at pretty much the same times, oddly enough. He moved from Louisana, I believe.”

Caroline nods, “And he doesn’t know about…you know what?”

I shake my head, “As far as I can tell he’s a perfectly normal NON-supernatural guy.”

“Unlike Elijah right,” I glare at Caroline because of her comment which only makes the smirk on her face deepen.

“And unlike Tyler, right,” I smirk back at her and we both drop the subject on both of those men. Caroline got the jist about my little “friendship” or whatever it was with Elijah when she, Elena, and I, accidentally got into Jenna’s wine supply a few weeks ago. He also told me about her confusing feelings about Tyler. 

“Okay fine, changing the subject again,” She thinks to herself before frowning and looking at me, “Wait…when did you say your birthday was again?”

I frown at the question, “I didn’t say it.”

Caroline shoots her hands up in the air like a mad woman, “Well then tell me, hoe!”

I fight back a groan at her question and I don't want to answer but knowing Caroline she won’t stop bringing it up unless I tell her, “It was a few weeks ago.”

Caroline stares at me in shock as she drops the streams she currently holding. A wee bit dramatic might I add. 

“Excuse me! Why didn’t you tell anyone,” She practically screeches at me.

I shrug as I go back to untangling the lights I’ve been working on, “Elena has asked but I always just brush it off. Damon also knows, but he doesn’t celebrate birthdays either so I didn’t have to worry about him throwing me a party.”

Caroline’s eyes practically fall out of her head at my words, “So you did absolutely nothing for your birthday!?”

I just shake my head as if it’s nothing, “I don’t ever celebrate my birthday, Care. I haven't in years… I mean Damon and I had a pizza night, but other than that, no not really.”

Caroline continues to stare at me in shock as she comes over to me and throws her hands onto my shoulders, “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I solemnly swear I will be throwing you a huge 18th birthday party very soon. And it will make you change your mind about not celebrating.”

I go to argue but she puts a finger to my lips, “Hush hoe. I’ve already started planning in my head.”

Someone kill me now.

—

“Well, don't you just look Darling,” Damon's sarcastic voice sounds from behind me as I flatten out my dark blue dress. 

I turn around and see him wearing the same color top, “We’re matching!”

Damon looks at his top and then the color of my dress and groans, “You really need to move out. We’re starting to become the same person.”

I frown slightly at his comment and I think he notices because he clears his throat, “That was a joke, Pukey. You practically have already made this entire place yours I doubt you’re moving out anytime soon.”

“And yet you still won’t let me paint the walls,” I gesture to the wooden walls of my bedroom. 

Damon shoots me a glare as he raises his arm for me to take, “The wood on these walls costs more than some of the houses in this town. I’d rather die than let you paint them.”

I walk over and grab his arm and he leads me out of my room and down the hall where I can hear dozens of people yelling and music blaring.

“Did you find anything about-” Damon shushes me before I can finish my sentence.

“No talk about that tonight. Only happy drunk thoughts tonight,” I want to argue but I notice the tension in his shoulders and drop the topic for a later time. 

“Where’s the birthday girl?”

Damon slightly glares at the young teens that surround us, “With Blondey. Somewhere.”

“Y/N!”

The sound of someone calling my name has me turning around. I smile once I’ve found the caller. Alastair’s bright smile shines at me as he pushes through the hordes of people. His dark skin contrasts beautifully with the white button-up shirt he’s wearing. Dark slacks cover his long legs and I have to fight back a laugh at how put together he looks compared to the rest of the people around us who look like they picked out the first piece of clothing they could find in their closets.  

Alastair slightly grabs me out of Damon’s arms and brings me into a hug, “You look beautiful.” 

His compliment makes a warm feeling coat my cheeks as I look at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” And I’m not lying either. He’s shaved down his hair again since the last time I saw him so he’s rocking a buzz cut that makes him appear even more striking and his dark brown eyes sparkle against the bright lights that Caroline and I had previously hung up around the house. 

“I fear I might’ve overdone it a bit. It has been awhile since I’ve been to a highschool party” He jokes as he gestures toward his attire.

“You think,” Damon’s sarcastic tone has me turning to glare at him.

“Alastair this is Damon,” I gesture to the man beside me.

Alastair who is usually all smiles seems to glare at the vampire next to me for a moment before brightly smiling at him, “Pleasure to meet you, Damon.”

Damon just stares at him for a moment, “Y/N lives here with me. So if I find you in her room later I will kill you,” He threatens and then shoots him a fake smile, “Other than that, enjoy the party.”

My eyes practically fly out of my head as I watch Damon’s retreating figure leave the room and I quickly turn back to Alastair to apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good he’s protective over you,” He smiles at me and reaches out his hand for me to take, “Want to get a drink?”

“Oh definitely,” I sigh dramatically as I put my hand in his. 

We start walking but I catch Alastair and a blonde guy staring at each other as we walk by him. I smirk to myself and then look up to my friend with a raised eyebrow.

“Not a word,” He laughs out.

“I didn’t say anything!”

Alastair rolls his eyes as we approach the refreshments table and he hands me a bottle of water and I shoot him a questioning look.

“We’re so not drinking whatever is in that punch. Who knows if someone spiked it with something? Water is a safe choice,” I begin to laugh thinking he’s joking but at the serious look on my friend’s face I stop.

“A little worried are you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little cautious,” He opens up my bottle of water for me and smiles, “Also what’s with the text I got from your blonde friend this afternoon about you having a birthday party?”

I groan loudly and I can hear Alastair laugh, “How did she even get your number?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’d like to know as well,” He looks down at me for a moment then frowns, “You really didn’t tell anyone about your birthday?”

I just shrug, “I told Damon. But other than that no. I don’t celebrate it, and whatever Caroline is planning you definitely don’t have to come.”

Alastair shakes his head defiantly, “Oh you bet your ass I’ll be there. Going to get you a pretty present with a bow and everything.”

I put my head in my hands and sighed, “I hate you.”

Alastair laughs and takes my hands away from my face, “You love me and now you’re going to dance with me.”

I’m surprised at the strength of my friend as he leads me to the dance floor that's filled with teens dancing and grinding together.

“You sure you don’t want to go and find that blonde guy,” I yell to him over the music and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re stuck with me, babe. I’m not going anywhere” 

—-

“Call me if you need anything alright,” Alastair says to me as I walk him to his car. After dancing for about an hour the party started to die down when people couldn’t find the hostess or the birthday girl. 

“I’m going to see you tomorrow at work. I think I’ll be fine until then,” I smile at him as he gets into his car.

“I know, just making sure you know you can call me for anything,” He says through his open window as he starts his car.

“I know.”

“Ok, I’ll wait for you to get back inside before leaving,” He nods towards the front door.

“Ok, bye,” I wave to him and start walking to the front door, I turn to look over my shoulder and find that he hasn’t taken his focus off me for a second it makes me unnerved but I shake it off and open the front door. 

As soon as I step a foot inside I hear the squealing of tires and I turn to see Alastair peeling out of the driveway. Guess someone’s in a rush.

I walk into the living room and sigh as I see the damage that was done by the hordes of kids. Bottles and trash line the walls as streamers and the decorations we had worked so hard to put up are lying all around the floor. I start to walk down the steps to start picking up when a loud bang comes from upstairs. 

I frown as I start walking towards the stairs, but as soon as I hear another loud bang I start running. I find myself in front of Damon’s bedroom as I watch the vampire throw and break anything he can get his hands on. I call out to him but he seems to be in his own world of destruction right now. I start to approach him like someone would a rabid animal and I freeze as he turns to look at me. Dark veins appear under his eyes as he glares at me. He starts walking towards me and I put up my hands.

“Damon, what’s wrong? What happened,” He gets closer and I’m about to run off but he grabs me. I shriek escapes my mouth before I realize what he's doing. He's hugging me.

“Damon? What’s wrong,” I slowly wrap my hands around his waist as he holds me tighter. Almost tight enough to bruise, “What happened?”Damon is quiet for a moment before he whispers out a growl, “Stefan.”

[dashofmonsters]

Dreamers & Delusions- Pt. 3

merman x female reader

You wake up feeling slightly smothered. You pry an eye open to be met with taut tan skin. You groan remembering what happened last night knowing damn well you'll have to really clean the kitchen since that sauce is probably stuck in that pot. That and you'll most likely have to calm Tao down.

You squirm just enough to dislodge yourself from Tao's arms only to see his face twist as his eyes flutter awake.

He stares at you blankly for a minute before he flies out of the bed like a scared cat, landing on his feet before falling on his ass with a hard thud. Tao stutters as he tries to apologize, his expression a mix of embarrassment, fear, and anger.

"Woah woah, hey! Everything's fine! You kind of blanked out last night while eating but nothing happened! You're good ok? Tao hey look at me, deep breaths man! Come on, it's fine," you try to calm him down while sitting next to him.

Tao scoots away and tries to catch his breath, "I, you asked me... You asked me to keep my hands to myself though. I-I-I still should be held accountable for-"

"Dude, that's just an expression for keeping your hands out of my pants. Like don't try to come onto me..." you wave your hand in a circle hoping he'd get it but nothing. "You know, sexually? Which you did not by the way. Cuddling can be platonic and that's all that happened right? So we're good!"

His brows furrow and he nods. He still doesn't seem convinced that he did nothing wrong as he balls up on himself.

"Really," you start, a bit more softer. "Nothing happened. I'm fine and to be honest, that was probably the best nights sleep I've had in forever. The purring was unexpected though."

You giggle but Tao buries his face in his hands looking like an embarrassed girl who just confessed to her crush.

"Oh come on man, I'm just trying to lighten the mood! I won't tell anyone that you can purr. I will take this bit of horrific terrible no good information to the grave ok? Just stop collapsing in on yourself like a black hole," you scootch to sit next to him and try to pry one of his arms away.

He loosens up and peers up over his arms at you, "Just for the love of the goddesses never mention the purring again. Ever, even between us. It's embarrassing even though it's normal, it's just not talked about."

Your heart flutters because he honest to god looks adorable being all embarrassed and you have to really really stop yourself from patting his head. Taking a deep breath you nod.

"Got it, cultural thing. Won't bring it up again, breakfast," you ask, quickly changing the subject.

Tao nods and awkwardly gets himself back into a standing position before helping you up. You look down the hall and across the way to the living room to make sure no one else is here. The likelihood that your grandmother would be back yet is slim but not entirely impossible.

When you see that the coast is clear you head to the kitchen with Tao in tow. He sticks close by, looking around concerned.

"You alright buddy?" you ask.

"I- I don't know, I don't really remember much from last night aside from running here and you inviting me inside and then things started to get blurry," he turns this way and that while sniffing the air trying to piece together what might have happened.

"Well you were practically drooling while I was on cooking, went into a feeding frenzy and then you were kind of like on auto pilot mode. What was that about," you walk him through what you remember and you hear a slap.

You look up at Tao who's large hand is covering his face.

"You saw me eat," he asks, sounding absolutely mortified.

"Yeah, no big deal though. You were hungry right? I was just happy that you were ok with my cooking. I would have tried it myself but medium rare chicken isn't quite safe for human consumption. Sauce was tasty though," you shrug.

Tao looks at you like you smacked him instead, "You weren't disgusted?"

"Should I have been? I mean the extra row of teeth was a surprise and all but I've seen worse. I work at a diner mind you and I've seen grown ass men eat mashed potatoes with their grubby unclean hands. Now that is gross," you cross your arms.

You've told Tao time and time again that you're pretty open minded when it comes to the cultural differences between you and he. It's taken quite a bit to convince him that he doesn't have to hide his arm and leg fins while working, no one cares. In fact, it gives him more edge and the kids take him more seriously.

Tao still looks distraught but he stands just a bit taller.

Right... the fair folk are about give and take. I guess that applies for some merfolk to.

"Fine, if you feel like you gotta do something to make up for last night, you can help me with the dishes. Is that fair," you point to the skillet and the variable dishes in different states of disgusting.

He straightens up real quick and gets to work. While he does that you work on breakfast. It's simple and nothing crazy like you made last night but it has Tao glancing over your shoulder ever so often. He asks what your making and what seasonings you're using.

Eventually the dishes are done and the both of you are comfortably eating breakfast while talking about food and cooking. He enjoys Mediterranean style cooking and isn't much into sweets except anything coffee flavored. He also loves sashimi but hates sushi. You did notice his favorite recipes don't include anything with nori.

"So are you planning on being a life guard full time or is it just while you're acclimating," you ask between bites of pancake.

Tao rolls his head back and groans, "I've tried to think of what I'd want to do but nothing translates well with the jobs I could have had in my shoal. Being a life guard was the closest option to what I could of been."

"I see, so limited job options for you people," you nod.

"More like limited to half breeds like myself," he sighs and looks down at his plate.

You don't press or ask what he means because you'd never pry, that was something he said he appreciated about you. You gave him the space and time to talk about things like he did with you now.

"My mother is from my birth shoal but my father well he was from a different and more smaller shoal. These," he points to the bands on his arms and to the black streaks in his hair. "These are proof that I'm not just of my mother's kind. I'm considered an outcast. I had one chance to stay in my shoal but I refused to take it and for that I was banished."

The pain in his voice is unbearable and heartbreaking. He must miss his family and to be banished from the only life you've ever know must hit hard.

"I couldn't do what they were asking," he continues, his voice choking. "My mother had lost both my father and my brother's father. Two mates!" He stops and looks up at you with wide eyes looking like he's in terrible horrible pain. "She lost them and I couldn't kill my own brother just to stay in that goddess forsaken shoal!"

Your heart stops for a moment and then you're on your feet walking towards him.

"I couldn't do it! And I-I don't even know why I'm telling you this just fo-"

You wrap your arms around him and give him the best hug that you can. You feel him stiffen for a second only for his body to go limp once you start patting his back.

"You're just feeling a lot, I get it. Let it all out man, I won't judge," you coo, still patting him.

Tao is still for a moment longer before pulling you in closer and quietly crying against you chest. You feel him shake as he lets what could be years and years of silent suffering go. His nails dig into your back and although it's a little uncomfortable you know that holding in that much hurt is more painful.

"I couldn't do it..." he mutters again and again, the feelings of loss overcoming him.

"I know, and you spared your mother such a horrible thing. She must know you're alright. Even though you're far apart she still loves you. You're brother will be her constant reminder of your bravery. You chose right. And I know sometimes the right things are the hard things believe me I know, but you did right and your mother knows it. She might not be here to say it so I will, I'm proud of you and lucky to have such a good friend," you say, comforting him as you now rub circles on his back.

Tao holds you tighter and you can hear the muffled cry he tries to hold back.

"Let it all out. I'm here for you," you continue to comfort him as he cries his heart out to you.

~~~~~

After a while Tao eventually calms down but passes out on the couch. You toss a blanket over him and check your phone.

"You grandmother is spending another night here. She raided my mini bar and got drunk off her ass. Enjoy your alone time, I know you need it," Gayle texted you thirty minutes ago.

You sigh in relief and tidy up the half eaten breakfast you and Tao had.

Deciding now is the perfect time to do nothing, you do just that and get back to being lazy. You stretch back out onto the recliner and scroll through your phone while Tao takes it power nap. It's a comfortable kind of quiet you've gotten used to.

A text pings and you check it real quick and frown.

"Jsut gettin out of teh rehanb an I thoubt I see how yor doin. Callme," your mother texts you.

You don't know how or why she has your new number but you never wanted to talk to her again. Or at the very least for a long long time. She was one of the few people who made living in your hometown a living hell. She was the town druggy and you were her daughter. You and your siblings were targeted for causing trouble even though you never caused any all for being her kids.

It got so bad that your brother went into inpatient therapy and your sister ran away. You haven't heard from her in six years. Your older brother tried his best but it was hard to take care of a group of kids when he was still in high school. He tried to take you and your younger brother away but got incarcerated for kidnapping.

After a few months in the county jail he was released but never came back until a couple years ago. He took your mom to court where you and your younger brother testified against your mom. She played the pitiful me and my hard life card and got away with a year in jail and one in rehab.

You consider calling her to cuss her out but decide it's not worth your time or effort. You roll your eyes and decide to let your silence speak for itself.

"You're upset, what's wrong," you hear Tao as he sits up with glorious bed hair and his eyes puffy and red.

"How can you tell," you set your phone down and glare.

Tao points to his nose, "I can smell emotions. Anger usually smells sharp and rotten like spoiled milk."

"Oh, well yeah. I am pissed but not at you. Just something... someone texted me and I don't want to talk to them. Ever," you cross your arms and look down.

Tao sits himself up right and folds the throw blanket. He doesn't press but waits to see if you'll continue or dismiss the subject.

"It was my mom," you start. "Her and I aren't on speaking terms. She ruined my life. My brothers, sister, and I suffered because she was always looking for that next high and we were know for being the druggy lady's kids. It sucked ass!"

He nods and walks over to you and sits back down and his eyes meet yours. Gently he takes your hand and starts rubbing circles on top of it with his thumb.

"And now she-she thinks she can just act like nothing happened! She's all like, 'I'm out of rehab, call me!'. Fuck. No," you tighten up but then feel yourself being tugged into Tao's arms as he gives you a great big bear hug.

He pats your back like you did for him and you feel yourself melting into a puddle of tears.

Tao doesn't speak but he doesn't need to. You know him doing this much is well, a lot. You eventually calm down though but he still holds you, tighter and tighter like he doesn't want to let go.

"My dad left when I was a like nine after he found out mom was getting some stuff from the other realm. She wasn't too into at first since it was hard to get ahold of but she got worse. The easier it was to get the more she got and she worse she was. For fucks sake I came home from school one day and she was hanging upside down midair with a nosebleed from hell! No one should have to grow up like that," you groan as you slump in Tao's arms.

He shakes and his hold on you tightens, "No, you shouldn't have had to have gone through that."

"All I wanted was a normal life! Is that too much to ask for," you pull back a little and look at Tao while tears continue to fall.

The whites of his eyes are black again and his expression is blank as he thumbs away a tear, "You are here now and far from the people who hurt you. Don't let them win by grieving over what they had done to you."

At that you nod, trying your hardest to stop crying because you know he's right. Things always got worse when you cried at what your bullies said or did.

"You're right," you sniffle and wipe your face with your sleeve.

Tao gives you a minute to collect yourself before helping you stand. You feel a little dizzy but relieved to have gotten that off your chest. You hadn't realized how much it had bothered you, how much it really had effected you until the past dug itself up out of the grave. It had been years since you last saw your mother. Her stay at rehab kept getting extended thanks to your brother, but now she's out and she has your number.

A shiver of fear runs up your spine but you try to keep yourself together. Tao pats your head and it's so odd and weird you can't help but to laugh.

"Thanks for hearing me out," you start. "I haven't gotten to vent about all that in years."

Tao looks down at you and nods, "You are my friend and you had done the same for me. I have not felt such relief myself in years. Thank you for that."

"So what do you want to do now? We had our feels fest and all," you laugh a little awkwardly, still not sure how to feel about what just happened.

Tao moves to the nearest window and peers outside and sighs, "It's still raining but not as bad. I should go home soon, I feel as if I might over stay my welcome."

"Nonsense, and besides my grandmother got stark drunk again so I get another free night! How about I teach you some more humany things," you grin at him.

He glares at you, "The last humany thing you taught me was human alcohol and it tasted like liquified rotten crab. I will politely pass."

You double over laughing as you remember his reaction to giving him his first sip of beer. You're not much of a beer drinker yourself but Jessica came with you that evening to check out Tao and well, you both got a little carried away. Tao took a sip and his face was priceless! It looked like he was eating sour candy while sipping rotten milk.

"I promise no human booze will be involved ok," you place your hand over your heart and give him your best puppy eyes.

His glaring continues, "None at all?"

"Not even a drop," you nod.

Tao looks outside again and groans, "Very well, I guess I could stand to learn more human concepts."

~~~~~

You decided to introduce Tao to some of your favorite cooking shows and the guy was practically glued to the TV. You hadn't expected it to go over as well as it did but he got enthralled.

Somewhere along the line you offered to cook again but this time he wanted to help. At first you thought it would be strange to work with him in the kitchen considered the height difference but it was the best time you've had cooking with anyone. Everything went fantastically smooth, from the prep work to the mixing and cooking. Neither of you said anything but knew what to do the second you said what you wanted to make. It was like a dance that ended in the most delicious rice dish you've ever made.

For the first time ever you saw Tao genuinely smile and it made you feel all sorts of things. His eyes, so strange compared to yours practically glowed. You admitted that he was attractive before but him smiling added a whole new level.

Tao notices you staring as he shovels a bite in his mouth, "Is something wrong?"

You blink and shake your head, "No, nothing. You just look happy."

His shoulders slump and he sighs, but he's still got a bit of that smile on his face. "I guess I feel a somewhat happy. I know I feel lighter, less weighed down by my past."

"Good food, good rest, and a good cry session tends to help. Followed by more rest and food," you smile.

"I do feel oddly better. I am lucky to have such a good friend then," Tao smiles at you and goes back to shoveling food into his mouth.

You feel like crying all over again from all these feelings.

~~~~~

After your late lunch, you end up passing out while Tao continues to watch cooking shows. You have no idea how long you're out for but you wake up in the guest room lovingly tucked into bed.

You smell something amazing and sit up and rub your eyes. You follow the sent of heaven to the kitchen and see Tao plating something that makes your mouth water.

"You were out for nearly seven hours," he comments.

You grumble an apology but notice he's not upset.

"You probably needed it like I did after I told you about my banishment. Here," he hands you a plate and fork.

Without hesitation you take a bite and do a happy food dance, "Oh my gods Tao! This is fucking amazing!"

You stab at the food and stuff your face, "Sho fricken good!"

And then for the first time ever you hear him laugh.

If his smile made you feel things his laugh sealed the deal. Yup, you have a certified grade A level one school girl crush on him. But that's it, he's still just your friend. Nothing more.

"Dude, whenever or whoever you decide to court is going to be one lucky lady! Fuck this is good!" you point at him with your fork before digging in again.

Tao's eye whites turn black again and you're starting to wonder if it's some weird thing to do with food. It's not an allergy because you learned the other day merfolk don't have those, they just get dry skin problems. You shrug it off since if it's not something he's mentioned or talked about then you probably shouldn't bring it up, like the purring.

"You think my cooking is good enough to win a mate," he asks you very seriously.

"Hell yeah, and if you get turned down it's not your fault. She obviously would lack any taste and thinks ramen noodles with mayo is better. Dude I would sell my soul to eat your cooking everyday," you tell him while laying waste to the last bits of food on your plate.

Tao blushes and nods as he gives you a strange look. You're probably imagining it you tell yourself because there's just no way a guy friend would look at you so intensely. You convince yourself it's just your silly little crush and get over it.

~~~~

After eating and watching more TV the both of you turn in for the night. Tao looked like he wanted to ask you to cuddle with him again but kept his mouth shut. It was for the best you tell yourself that he didn't ask since it would have only fed into your silly crush even more so.

When you both get up which was oddly at the same time you both eat a light breakfast. Tao notices the lack of rain and says a very fast but kind farewell. He said he's worried that the house he's renting might be in a bit of disrepair after that storm and zipped off.

You have to get ready for work anyway and would rather be gone before your grandmother comes back. You pack up your backpack you take to work and shimmy into your favorite light jacket and head out.

The diner your work at is a pleasant thirty minute walk away. It gives you time to get some fresh air and just not think about things. Unfortunately you can't stop fucking thinking about Tao.

The entire walk there you think about Tao and his stupid handsome smile. The entire morning shift you think about Tao and his stupid amazing laugh. The entire lunch break you think about Tao and his stupid awesome delicious food.

"It's not fucking fair," you grumble as you angrily clean off a booth in your section for the third time.

"I told you," Jessica gloats.

"It's just a stupid fucking crush dammit, it'll pass," you roll your eyes and slap the rag down.

"Yeah sure, you keep telling yourself that," Jes grins.

"Come on you're supposed to help me here," you beg as you slump your shoulders and pout.

Jes grabs you and gives you a hug, "Oh I know it's so hard baby girl, it's just a silly crush on a devastatingly handsome merman and you just can't control your feelings but it'll pass. He's just so nice and no guy has treated you so well and you're just so lonely."

Jessica pats your head and you slouch in her arms, "It's just a silly stupid crush right?"

"Of course it is," she shooshes you and pulls back. "Now chin up and kick ass today. We're getting off early and going drinking down at that horrible merman's beach so we can be his problems."

~~~~~

Jessica drove the both of you to Tao's beach where he was already hot on some sleezebags tail who was bothering some ladies.

"He seems busy, lets get fucked up and make matters worse," Jes grins.

"I just want a buzz and to forget that I have a crush on him," you swing your bag off your shoulder and glare at the beach chair you usually sit in.

"You're hanging with me today. I got an extra beach towel girl," she shows you her pack and starts laying everything out.

Tao is unusually busy today chasing after crazy kids and fishermen who keep getting a bit too drunk. You almost feel bad after you tip back your second wine cooler, almost.

The weird mushy crush feelings have been tampered down by the light buzz and all you want to do is go swimming now. You stand and stretch and head towards the water. You think you hear Tao call out to you but you're not really sure as you swim further out.

You suddenly see a large shark fin in front of you and kick towards it thinking it's Tao until your foot is met with rubbery skin. You quickly sober up and push away from the creature but you see the shark starting to surface as you try to swim away. You feel a hard tug on your arm thinking it's Tao only to be disappointed when you feel a hand grope your chest as they pull you closer.

You struggle out of their arms and turn to see the large shark before you. Your heart stops thinking that this is it until a large fist punches the shark in the face. The creep who had been holding you lets go and splashes as they swim away. You're too stunned to move and just float there as you watch Tao beat up a shark.

You hear him yell at you as he picks you up and swims back to the beach. You hear him tell people to get out of his way. You hear him threaten the man who copped a feel when you were trying to swim away from the shark. You hear him lecture Jes who apologizes to the both of you. You hear him lecture you as he sets you down on the beach chair and tells you not to move.

Jessica brings you some water that you drink and wraps you up her extra beach towel. You start to sob and she does the best to console you but it hurts. You did something stupid and now Tao is mad at you and you think he probably hates you.

She offers to bring you home but Tao tells her to leave you be and he'll escort you home once you're fully sober and his shift is over.

Jes doesn't argue and packs up her bag and leaves.

~~~~~~~~

Tao:

I don't understand why she ignored me when I told her there were sharks in the water. Is her hearing worsened when she drinks that human alcohol?

I should really push to getting those drinks banned from my beach. Humans act too strange when they drink it.

My strange human friend is asleep on the beach chair I bought her. Her eyes are puffy now and she's wrapped up in a towel her older friend Jessica brought her.

I might have been too hard on the both of them but I was angry. My friend put herself in grave danger and almost died because a human male tried to... I feel that rage again when I saw what he was doing. I wanted to rip him apart or let that shark eat him while I swam away with my friend.

Such violence does not pass in this world and would probably upset her.

I watch as the last family packs up their belongings and heads to their vehicle. I wait a few minutes and grab my shoulder bag and her backpack and sling the on.

My friend is in a deep sleep, probably still in shock about the shark... and the way I yelled at her.

She does not deal with being yelled at well and she even told me this but I couldn't help it. I almost lost her, my only friend. Without her, I have no shoal here.

I pause and realize that some part of me has accepted this human as one of my own. That must be why I am overly protective of her, she is all I have as family or friend.

With that resolve I carefully pick her up. She shifts in my arms and settles as I hold her close. She smells like the ocean and the flowers that decorate the small grocery store I frequent. It is a pleasant scent.

I walk her home and knock on the door. I am greeted by a small elderly woman with bouncy curls and large glasses. This must be her grandmother.

She sizes me up which makes me feel oddly small under her scrutinizing glare. I stand a bit taller and fix my posture as she nods and welcomes me inside. I feel like I should act like I haven't been here before as she escorts me to the room with the television. She asks me to lay down my friend on the couch that I napped on while here.

"So, how is it that you two know each other," her grandmother asks me, her eyes sizing me up once more.

"Are you her... boyfriend?" she raises her brows as she sits down on the reclining chair.

I am not quite sure what she is asking. I am a man not a boy but maybe that has to do with my gender. I am a male so that must qualify as the same thing right?

I nod, "Yes, I am."

The elderly woman smiles and places her hand on her heart, "Oh you have to tell me how you two met then."

And at her request I do.

~~~~~~~

You're in your bed when you wake up and still in your swim suit. You don't remember how you got home or anything but you do remember Tao and the beach and oh god!

You shoot up out of bed and run to shower off the beach and throw something on. You run past your grandmother who tried to ask you about something but you can't hear her.

Today is Tao's off day, you know that since he's always bringing you a print out of his schedule. You never go to the beach on his off days, you can't trust the other life guard like you can Tao.

So if not the beach...

Right, he said he's usually shopping for the week on his off day.

You make a beeline to the shopping center a mile away from your grandmother's house and book it.

You have to apologize to him today no matter what. As you come up to the stores you try the little grocery shop with flowers decorating the outside. The lady at the register welcomes you in and you give her a quick smile before someone tall catches you eyes.

You weave your way towards the back and catch him by the arm.

"Tao! Oh god, I am so so sorry about yesterday," you tell him as he turns to look at you.

He looks stunned for a moment and then of course he nods, "You were under the influence of that human beverage. Please be more cautious next time."

You feel a crazy amount of relief then and nearly cry, "So you're not mad at me? You don't hate me?"

Tao stiffens up and looks embarrassed for a moment, "No, of course not. I was mad but not at you. That poor excuse of a male who nearly got you killed is the one I was mad at. I could not hate you, I was just concerned for your well being and let my emotions get the better of me. And for that, I am sorry. You told me you shut down when you're yelled at and I... I will try to not do that again."

"Thank you for rescuing me too, I was being stupid because I was going through something and well yeah. I'm sorry for that too," you shrug.

"We both made mistakes," he says.

"Yeah, like that," you point down to what should be the most illegal thing in the whole wide world, socks and leather sandals. In fact as you look him over in his regular none life guard outfit he looks like someone's dad from the 90s. The fanny pack doesn't help.

And yet I'm still attracted to this hot mess express!

"What is wrong with my attire," he looks himself up and down.

"Nothing, just try not to ever wear socks and sandals again. It looks really silly ok," you crinkle your nose but smile.

"I see, thank you for the advice. So you are not upset with me for yelling at you," he asks with his own brand of puppy dog eyes.

"Nah, I'm over it. How about you, we good," you ask.

"The past is in the past, we both made errors and will learn from them," he nods.

"Yeah. Friends still?" you smile nervously.

"Of course," he agrees then raises a brow. "By the way, what is a boyfriend?"

"I guess you could say they're a male romantic partner that isn't quite serious but could be eventually. I guess you could say they're the only suitor allowed to court the female. Something like that I guess," you give him your best interpretation. "Why? Keep hearing it on the beach?"

"No... your grandmother asked me if that is what I was to you when I took you home last night," Tao looks away from your nervously.

There's some long awkward silence that hangs in there air between the both of you that just swing along with the garlic and peppers.

"Tao... What did you tell her," you ask, crossing your arms.

He inhales sharply.

"Tao," you ask again. "What did you tell my grandmother?"

"I uh... I said yes," he finally admits.

[fireinmoonshot]

What did you just say?"

"B, please, not now..."

"No, I'm not letting anyone walk over you like that. A is the most beautiful, intelligent and kind person I've met in my entire life, and I definitely am not the only one who thinks that way,"

with bradley please !!

A/N: This is written with a female reader just for the sake of the story! Also... this prompt is so Bradley... obsessed. Thank you for requesting it! <3

Keeping your relationship with Bradley Bradshaw a secret had to have been one of the hardest things you’d ever done in your whole life. Loving the man as much as you did, you wanted to scream it from the rooftops, but Bradley wasn’t ready yet and you understood that. You were perfectly content to keep him to yourself for a little while longer, anyway.

The only time that it was especially hard to keep it a secret was on nights out when all the other members of the dagger squadron were flirting their way through the bar, insisting that you and Bradley join in when all the both of you wanted to do was flirt with each other.

You were grateful, at least, that you and Bradley got to sit next to each other. It was even better when Bradley excused himself to go to the bar to get a refill and you decided to join him because it meant that he’d sneakily be able to grab your hand as you weaved through the large crowd of aviators and regular bar-goers between the squadron and the bar.

He ordered his drink as well as your usual and the two of you leant on the bar, waiting for them to be made. He looked over at you with a smile. “You having a good night?”

“It could be better,” you flashed a grin at him and he knew what you meant immediately. Better if we didn’t have to hide this. “But at least we still get to be here together.”

Bradley was grateful that you weren’t the type to pressure him into revealing your relationship. He opened his mouth to reply when he was interrupted by the voice of a man sat on the other side of you. 

“You two pilots?” He asked.

The two of you nodded, unsure what to make of the man. He made himself pretty clear only seconds after, though, given the way he looked you up and down in your uniform with a look of disgust on his face. 

“Didn’t anyone tell you women should keep their feet on the ground?” The man said to you, venom in his voice. “Specifically in the kitchen, sweetheart, not flying a plane?”

You raised your eyebrows and then sighed, resisting the urge to roll your eyes since you knew that would likely just spur the man on even further. It’d been too long without having to deal with someone like this. You should’ve seen it coming.

“Thank you for your input, but I don’t really care what you have to say,” you said, picking up your drink as the bartender put it on the counter in front of you, along with Bradley’s. You looked at Bradley who was locked in a death stare at the man. “Come on, let’s go back to the others.” 

You gave him a gentle push when he didn’t move. 

The man across the bar continued to dig his hole. “Do the two of you fly together? He do all the flying while you sit in the back and look pretty since you’re not smart enough to actually fly it?”

There was no stopping Bradley this time. He stepped toward him, towering over the man. 

“What did you just say?”

All the eyes of everyone else in the bar were on you now. You winced, not wanting to cause a scene, and placed a hand on Bradley’s chest, knowing that it probably wouldn’t look that great to the rest of your squadron, who were definitely watching, but also knowing that it’d be the best way to get his attention. “Bradley, please, not now.”

He shook his head and looked at you. “No, I’m not letting anyone walk over you like that, let-alone someone like him,” his gaze went back to the man. “She is the most beautiful, intelligent and kind person I’ve met in my entire life, and I definitely am not the only one who thinks that way. And I’d like to see you try and fly better than she can, prick.”

Bradley didn’t give the man a chance to reply as he turned back to you, placed a hand on the small of your back and started to guide you back to the others. They were all on their feet, having seen everything unfold and ready to step in at any moment.

“I was ready to go give that asshole a punch he’d remember if you didn’t step in, Rooster,” Natasha looked between the two of you, clearly bothered. “Still think you should’ve punched him. What did you even say to him to get him to shut up?” 

Bradley shrugged. “Told him she’s more than twice the man he’ll ever be.”

You and Bradley took your seats again. You were especially glad to see that the man hadn’t followed you and was instead still sitting at the bar, glaring over at your squadron. They had all sat down again too and started to resume the conversations they’d been having before the drama had distracted them.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you muttered to Bradley. He was sat close enough to you to hear your words even though you said them quietly. 

Bradley raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, I did.”

“I just mean I could have handled it myself,” you explained.

“The point is that you shouldn’t have to,” Bradley sighed. “Pricks like that… don’t get me started. Just… I’ve got your back, okay? We all do.” 

You smiled at him and nodded your head. “Thank you for having my back.”

He reached a hand over to gently give yours a squeeze. It took you by surprise a bit, seeing Bradley engage in physical contact with you in front of everyone else, knowing that anyone could look over and see at any moment. It was nice, though. Comforting.“Anytime, angel.”

[cabezadeperro]

Echo/Fox(/Fives) and Annihilation <3

hiiiii friend!!!

area x coruscant!!!! pre relationship, post echo being found. fives doesn't die--he's just gone, and fox and echo are in the coruscant lower levels to find him.

--

The chute looks like one of any others. The LAAT/i hovers over the dark void, tiny against its huge gaping maw. Most of the sector is closed off to traffic, the buildings all around it dark and dead. The gunship’s floodlights try their best to cut through the thick darkness that seems to surround the entrance, but they only succeed in underlining it, in making it look bigger and darker. Echo wraps his right hand around one of ceiling straps and looks down: strong winds, heavy with humidity and the familiar smell of Coruscant’s Lower Levels, climb up from the chute and hit him in the face. 

At his back, Commander Fox shifts. Echo has yet to see his face. He was quiet for most of the trip there, now and then giving orders to the pilot in the cockpit with a low, croaky voice. Echo ignores him and keeps his eyes on the tunnel as the gunship starts making its slow way down, the sound of its engines echoing eerily. Echo puts on his bucket and switches on the filters.

For the longest time Echo thought it was just a trooper tale, the kind the veterans used to try and scare them. Tales about the angels of Iego; tales about ghostly number stations, sending out codes in long-dead languages; the asteroid sirens, and the walking dead troopers that knocked on your tent or approached you during your guard shifts, nothing within their shells but air and hunger.

But it is very real: a whole area in Coruscant that’s been closed to most of its population for generations, ever growing. Echo leans further out of the gunship, looks down: he can’t quite imagine what could have brought Fives to think that venturing into this place was his best option.

The LAAT/i lands on a deserted public hangar, decades-old trash flying into the dark. The commander’s the first to jump off the ship; Echo follows, vaguely annoyed about being second. They are joined by a small squad of troopers, most of them wearing the scuffed red and white of Corrie veterans. Once the last one is on the cracked tarmac, the larty flies away, leaving them in the dark. Echo clicks the night vision on and starts making his way towards the terminal to the side, scomp link ready.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Echo pauses and turns to look at the commander. His men are at his back, and Echo can feel the weight of their regard, four identical black visors staring at him from the dark. 

Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard doesn’t want him there. He’s a remarkably quiet man, seemingly content to do his job and follow the rules, but he tried his very best to keep Echo off the team. But General Skywalker insisted. 

Echo read the mission dossier, and then he did a bit of research of his own. He knows why the commander doesn’t want him to connect to the sector mainframe: he can’t say he cares.

Commander Fox would have killed Fives—from what Rex told Echo, he almost did. 

“Respectfully, sir—I know what I’m doing,” Echo tells him, trying his best to keep his voice as even and bland as polite as he knows how. It’s still as easy as he remembered. 

The commander tilts his head. Echo waits, and then waits some more. When Commander Fox says nothing, the rest of the squad standing quiet and very still at his back, Echo rolls his eyes and turns back to the terminal.

It’s an old model, at least a couple decades out of fashion, but it should do. 

The click-and-flash of his brain and the machine’s touching is both incredibly familiar and profoundly alienating. Echo pushes through the tangled knot of disgust and comfort and lets his consciousness spread out throughout the sector’s dead mainframe, expecting little and finding less. 

And then—

Something reaches back.

[silkythewriter]

Could I request zim x reader where the reader really loves horror?

We've all seen how not well zim handles horror and I think some comfort fluff after a horror movie would be cute!

Zim with a S/O who loves watching horror movies

꧁𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꧂

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: silkythewriter, formally known as weirdowithahat

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲/𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Nickelodeon Animation Studios

𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: sublieu

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Production companies Wumberlog Productions (pilot), Nickelodeon Animation Studio, MTV Networks, and Jhonen C.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: a bit or gore only if you squint

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝:

💫👽Zim👽💫

“Why do you humans torture yourselves with these disgusting visuals!” Is most likely the first thing he says/ask. He honestly doesn’t understand the concept of it

The minute you express your love for the genre he tries liking it too (he’s a people pleaser to those he cares about) but ends up shaking himself up and just staring at it in disgust and horror, he probably can’t last for the whole movie 💀

He tries to hide his fear and just act like he doesn’t care, but it’s like putting a bandage on a split bridge and hoping it stays together. So it doesn’t last long when he sees the horror character wilding a chain saw and slicing people into dices. That scene itself sent shivers down his spine and activated his flight or fight response, so he ends up clinging to you or Gir without realizing

Oh and don’t get me started on jump scares!, he gets startled easily so any jump scares he ends up yelling his head off while jumpy back 20 feet, it tariffed him. His heart was beating faster then drums in a band, he honestly thought he would die there then. But once he heard you giggling he just pouted while screaming that he isn’t scared at all. But you could tell easily by how bad his body was shaking

He never lets you or gir pick out a movie to watch ever again. The many times this man literally almost died of a sudden jump scare is unreal so he doesn’t trust you with the remote anymore 💀

Even though he hates to ambit it, when you pull him closer to comfort him after a scary scene it helps tremendously. After a while of trying to pull away and scream some vengeance esk things he finally gives in and just goes lump in your arms while sighing and just hugging back. It does help calm down his heart beat when you do this so he is thankful just never expect him to ambit it

After any horror movie he some how ends up in your arms as he nuzzles his face into you, but he mostly prefers nuzzling your stomach or arms. Only time he does this is when he falls asleep on you because lord knows how this guy love putting a tough guy per-sod

Fun fact: he actually thought those horror movies where true actions being filmed till you explained to him what acting and actors are so yea his first horror movie experience was filled with horror 💀

He’s a bit iffy on gore, I feel like he can kinda handle it but at the same time not? He just feels weird when blood splatters on the screen or when heads roll off the body. I mean he can handle it but at the same time is confused on why you like seeing your own race get slaughtered

He definitely questions your sanity with each horror movie you make him watch.

Only thing that can comfort him after a horror movie is probably you, maybe cuddling with him or staying up a bit later to watch over him as he sleeps cause if not he’ll be awake for a year 😭

Gir loves watching horror movies depending on how much horror is involved, he usually takes a spot next to you and cuddles up to you. Which annoys Zim but he can’t really say anything without being called out so he just watches from the side while crossing his arms

Overall this man is not good with horror and is so confused about it but if your like it then he guesses he can try it out, just don’t expect him to last long (￣^￣)💧

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AHHHH I love Zim so much I really in joy this show still it’s truly an awesome and hilarious show!!(>_<)!!!!!!

[cheese-ducks]

TWRP ORIGINS

Chapter 6: Adapting to Connection

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"Greetings, nerds. I trust no one has tried to kill anyone in my absence." Sung shot a glare at Meouch as he entered the room. 

"You can fuck all the way off your damn high horse, ya piece of shit." Meouch shot back. 

"Enrichment for those who want it, then." Said Sung as he set a large bag on the floor. 

"It has come to my attention that I haven't been the most attentive heroic leader,"

"Ya fuckin' think?" Meouch murmured. 

"So I brought various Earth items that I just thought were cool." 

"There is nothing in that fucking bag that could change my mind about you, cone boy." 

Sung held one of the items pinched between his thumb and index finger and tossed it to where Meouch was sitting. "Just know I'm doing my best despite your attitude, Commander." 

The sealed red bag of meat landed on the table and nearly hit Meouch in the chest. 

"Now we're talking!" He wildly tore into the bag and ate the contents, much to Phobos and Sung's disgust. "Even though I still think you're a stuck up, self righteous idiot with fucking oxygen for brains." 

Sung turned to Phobos. "And for you my lord, I've brought something for you to study." 

Was that a backhanded gag or a genuine attempt at being thoughtful? Phobos couldn't tell, but nevertheless he accepted the gift. It was a small glass container filled with a dark green wax-like substance. As he picked up the gift he noticed the pleasant smell coming from the substance. It was strangely comforting. 

"You haven't even seen the best part." Sung added. He grabbed Meouch's lighter and lit the wick of the candle. "Not only does the pleasant smell get stronger once it's ignited, it also just looks nice." 

Phobos simply stared in awe. He wasn't used to fire, it couldn't even happen on his home planet. Some of the old ships he saw in research books used a fuel conversion process that utilized fire, but all of the ships he'd ever piloted were advanced beyond that. He was extremely concerned the first time he saw Meouch smoking. There's absolutely no reason anyone should be inhaling fire like that, but it made him look cooler somehow. He decided not to question it, especially after Meouch growled at him for staring. Phobos grabbed his notebook and wrote Thank you as he walked into the control room. Sung was sitting at his small workbench, writing his own notes with his helmet off, but he managed to see the note out of the corner of his eye. 

"No problem, friend." Sung replied sincerely. 

As Phobos went to his room to stare at the candle Sung debated giving Havve Hogan his enrichment item. Sung was still disappointed in him due to the sneaking out incident. He'd been trying to fix the robot's irrational craving for violence in a variety of ways, some working better than others. Drumming was the only consistent fix. Sung couldn't necessarily blame him though, it was literally in his code. He was created for nothing but to kill. He felt like the antithesis to Sung's cause, yet Havve stayed and Sung let him stay. Were they friends? Neither of them truly understood the concept but they did get along well. They liked each other's company, they knew a lot about each other's lives, was that all it took?  If Sung wanted them to be friends, he would probably need to stop trying to save Havve from his violent tendencies. Friends don't try to control each other like that, that's just mean. He took a deep sigh and got Havve's item. 

Sung set a mini fridge on the ground in front of his friend. "I want you to destroy this." 

Havve's eyes lit up their intense red. He grabbed the box and began ripping it apart, crushing the pieces in his metallic hands. Jack had mentioned that the small metal box in the corner of his room, that was supposed to be capable of storing food, had broken about a year prior and he kept forgetting to dispose of it. He figured there was no harm in taking it for this, even if Havve was now breaking it beyond repair. Sung could sense he was overjoyed at the carnage. Being a robot, Havve didn't feel emotions in the way Sung could read but he could emote in other ways. 

This felt good, doing things for other people. To be more specific doing nice things for other people that he actually knew and saw often. There was an impersonality to his usual good deeds. The people he saved rarely knew his name, let alone enough to insult him as in depth as Meouch did. Personal connection was never on his radar, until he met Havve, and since then it's been an incredibly interesting journey. Finding out how friendship worked was fascinating to him. Jack would definitely be a crucial resource in figuring out personal connection, after all humans are social creatures. All four of them had been alone most of their journeys, but they didn't feel alone on this journey of rock and roll. 

[phantomtgm]

Feisty - Jake Seresin Part One

Synopsis : Vader is a pilot who has been called back to Top Gun and gets along with everyone except for Hangman. Not everything is as it seems when it comes to these two.

“What are you doing here?” The contempt in his voice made me roll my eyes. 

I looked over to my right to see someone that I absolutely cannot stand. Jake Seresin, aka “Hangman”.

I refused to engage with him so I straightened and waited for the other pilots to arrive.

Not even a minute passed before I could hear something tapping so I glanced over and of course he was just staring at me while tapping his pencil on the desk. 

I rolled my eyes once more. 

I felt movement and could tell he was leaning towards me. “What’s got your panties in a wad? I mean it is long time no see.” 

I simply sighed, facing forward as finally some of my fellow aviators entered the room. We had all been called back to Top Gun for whatever reason and now that I’ve seen that one of the most annoying pilots is also a part of this mission, I just wanted to run for the hills. 

This was going to be a long three weeks.

-

Poke.

Poke. 

Poke. 

Irritation began to spread throughout me. If he poked me with that pencil one more time I was going to come out of this seat and into his, choking him to death. 

It had already been a week and anytime I was with the other aviators actually enjoying myself, Hangman just had to meander his way into my line of sight, effectively annoying the piss out of me.

I raised my fist to rest my chin on, attempting to focus on what Maverick was saying but it was hard considering Hangman had now resorted to clicking his pen. 

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click, click, click, click. 

I slammed my fist down onto the table, jerking my face to see that he was facing forward, acting like he hadn’t just been trying to annoy him. I stared at him, knowing that he had been the one to do all that shit. 

I let two minutes pass before I faced forward but not before I saw the smirk that appeared on his face.

-

Sitting alone and away from my comrades as I sipped my beer at the bar, I slumped forward. Today’s flight had me in a bit of pain for some reason and the pain was making me highly irritated. 

So irritated that I was on my fourth beer and I needed to slow down but I couldn’t stop myself.

I closed my eyes for a second then as soon as I did, a deep voice caused them to flutter wide open. “Hey baby.” I rolled my eyes then looked over to see a greasy looking man eyeing me up. 

I narrowed my eyes and said “Don’t ‘hey baby’ me.” I faced forward, hoping the guy would just leave me alone but of course that didn’t happen. 

“You’re lookin gorgeous tonight. Can I buy you a drink?” 

An uneasy feeling came over me and I pushed it down as I asserted that I did not want him to buy me a drink but the man wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

“Come onnnnn, just one drink baby!” The man scooted forward, causing my stomach to churn in disgust. 

“I said no! Back off dude!” I practically yelled it but apparently no one else around me heard. 

“Stop being such a little bitch, it’s just a drink!” The man reached out to grab my arm as I went to speak but then someone else spoke up from behind me, causing me to jump. 

“She said no.” The voice was dark, angry…and oddly familiar. 

I turned to see Hangman glaring at the filthy man sitting next to me. I had never seen Jake like this before and I felt oddly safe even though I could feel the anger seeping off of him. 

I looked at the man who was looking back and forth between Hangman and I, seemingly sizing Jake up. 

“You her boyfriend?” This was the first time I actually heard his accent. I had no idea where he was from but it sounded like he was from the freaking boondocks. 

A strong arm fell around my shoulders and I instinctively fell back into Jake’s chest which stirred feelings inside of me I never knew was there. 

“I am and she said no. If I have to repeat it again then your face will be on the bottom of my shoe. Get that?” Hangman’s tone was scary and I wanted to crawl away for the poor guy that was receiving it. 

After several long and awkward moments of the creepy guy just staring at the both of us, he finally got up and sauntered off. 

“Wise choice.” Hangman spoke, then didn’t move his arm until the guy was out of sight. 

I opened my mouth to thank him but Hangman being Hangman just had to open his own fat mouth. 

“You need to stop egging these guys on because next time I might not be around to save you from them.” The surge of anger completely trumped my gratefulness and I pulled away harshly. 

“Egging these guys on ? Excuse me?!” I pointed at his chest and yelled “I was just sitting there not doing a thing and if that was  such an inconvenience to you then maybe you shouldn’t have stopped the guy!” I spat in his face, not caring or wanting to hear anything he had to say after that lousy comment he just made. 

I turned to leave but more anger spilled over. “I mean what is your problem? Why do you always act this way towards me? If you hate me so much then why in hell did you just warn that guy away?” I stared at him but his expression was completely unreadable.

Whatever, I was so done with him. Forget the fact that he just saved me from that creep, he couldn’t save me from his douchebag attitude and I was so over that.

 Clearly he wasn’t going to respond so I grabbed my purse, completely ignoring the next thing that came out of Hangman’s mouth.

“You’re anything but an inconvenience to me Vee.”

[vanishedangels]

Blame it on the storm

Summary: After blowing up the Death Star Nineteen-year-old Luke Skywalker is dealing with his new popularity as he became the target of his squad mates' advances. Tired of that situation he asks Din Djarin, a bounty hunter he has just met, to pretend they're in a relationship.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Warnings: Harassment, Descriptions of anxiety episodes.

Tags: Canon Divergence (AU), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post A New Hope (Star Wars), Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Protective Din Djarin, Tumblr Prompts.

Chapters: 1/3

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Djarin nodded, resting his wrist on his knee, Luke stared at him sideways, liking the way the mandalorian was just sitting there, looking so casually cool and aggressive at the same time.

"They think you're-" Luke trailed off.

"Your boyfriend, I know."

Chapter 1: Heartthrob

After joining the rebel alliance and blowing up the Death Star, former moisture farmer, Luke Skywalker, was forced to deal with the aftermath of such a feat as well as his sudden popularity. People started trying to spend time with him, calling him hero, asking him a lot of questions, sometimes he could feel the air going thicker as his hands were sweating all of a sudden.

That afternoon something was off. He was surrounded by his rebels mates, they were hugging him, cheering him "When this war ends and we kill all the kriffing imps, marry me, Luke!" One of the guys joked, or Luke assumed he was joking. He smiled nervously as the guy pressed his chest against Luke's shoulder, he was close, so close. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the way his mate was invading his personal space.

"Enough Killian! You're making him feel uncomfortable." Luke opened his eyes only to find princess Leia's piercing brown eyes, if looks could kill, the man all over Luke would have died right there on the spot.

The group went silent and they left immediately, the princess watched them leaving as she rested her hands on her hips tilting her head, clicking her tongue, Luke stared at her until she locked eyes with him.

"Thanks Leia but I can deal with them." Luke avoided her gaze feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, no, you can't." She replied making the blonde look at her again.

Luke sighed "It's been only a couple of weeks, I'm just getting used to their attention, just, give me time." Something about Leia made him feel safe and he wasn't in need of pretending he was this hero everyone else thought he was.

"Luke, they're going to eat you alive. You need to be clear, tell them that you don't want their - how did you call it? Attention?" She grinned and Luke felt his cheeks going warmer.

"I'm not good at that."

Leia narrowed her eyes but someone called for her before she could say anything "Uh, just give me a second Luke. What is it?" She asked Polina who was approaching them.

"The bounty hunter is here, princess." She whispered frowning.

"Good, he's late. I need to take care of this, Luke, I'll see you later, alright?"

Luke bit at his lower lip and nodded as he looked at the pilots next to them, he sighed and Leia followed his moves with her eyes, concerned "Luke? Are you good?"

"I'm good." He answered as the two of them were now staring at the pilots, the men were ogling Luke, visibly talking about him with those typical stupid lopsided grins on his faces.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" Leia said making Luke flinch. "That's it! Come with me Luke, now." She demanded, and if Luke had learned something that was that he shouldn't contradict Leia, the girl was something special, she was unique, he could even swear that she was the most amazing young woman he had ever met, not like he met a lot of people before, still, sometimes he found himself daydreaming about her, thinking about her strength, her determination, the way she was always right and, above all things, the fact that she was self-confident. Luke was stubborn but she was even more stubborn than him and he kind of worshipped her by now.

He reluctantly walked alongside Leia "How do you deal with them?" He asked under his breath.

"Me? Well, they're scared of me since I was fourteen, before that they used to hit on me all the time, those pervs." She snorted "You're too nice, Luke, I like that, you're not the problem, they are." She stated.

They entered the meeting room as Luke was scratching his head trying to shrug off the idea of those guys drooling over him when a man covered in beskar from head to toes appeared in front of them, Luke's eyes widened "Holly kriff..." He muttered admiring the beskar plates on the man's body until he looked up at the helmet, slightly flinching when he realized the black visor was fixed on him.

"Mandalorian, we were expecting you... Sooner." The princess said nodding and smiling, Luke looked at her sideways, enjoying the girl's boldness, enjoying how good she was with words, especially when she was being sarcastic.

"I brought the supplies as you wanted, if you know a better way to go to Coruscant and steal goods from them under their noses, be my guest, Lady." The man in beskar said flatly, Luke was astonished, that was the first time since he knew Leia that he witnessed someone talking to her like that, even Han Solo was a little more polite. "Besides the snowstorm out there is getting terrible, I spent hours circling over your base before I could land."

Leia narrowed her eyes, pressing her lips together, then she sighed "Alright mandalorian, I'm going to see your cargo, I hope you didn't miss anything." She nodded "Make yourself comfortable, I'm right back." She shifted her gaze from the mandalorian to Luke "Please, officer Skywalker, make sure the mandalorian is comfortable." She patted the blonde's upper arm, Luke stared at her frowning in confusion.

"It's Djarin." The mandalorian said crossing his arms and resting his backside against a table, the princess and the blonde looked at him at the same time. "My name's Din Djarin."

Leia arched one eyebrow "You didn't show that courtesy when we met, I appreciate you're doing it now though. See you later." She turned around before the mandalorian could reply to her remark. Din Djarin uncrossed his arms like trying to say something but Leia was already gone.

Luke squinted, making eye contact with the black visor. He cleared his throat "Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm fine." Djarin deadpanned.

"Alright, something to drink then?"

"No." He answered. Luke swallowed hard, annoyance appearing on his face. "Thanks." The mandalorian added as if he noticed that he was being a jerk.

Luke looked around not knowing what to do when a squad mate stood next to him "Hi Skywalker, where's Leia?"

"Uh..." Luke's eyes were still on the mandalorian "She will be back in a minute." He looked at his mate "What do you need her for?"

"Oh, I don't need her, I was just looking for you." He said passing his arm around Luke's shoulders "I was thinking that maybe you want to come over my room, you look a little tired, Luke, you deserve some fun." He chuckled whispering in his ear.

Luke rolled back his shoulders pulling away from him, remembering Leia's words and feeling that it was about time to show them that he wasn't too nice, he was a hero, a warrior, and they should respect him "In your dreams, Morter, now go and tell your friends that you don't have a chance." He said, his icy stare and the way he was looking him up and down making the man wince.

Morter frowned but then he laughed "Kriff, Luke, even when you try to look menacing you're cute as fuck, I think I fancy you even harder now. Come on, you're gonna have a great time." He said reaching out to touch the blonde's face.

Luke forgot about the mandalorian until he saw him behind Morter, Luke's lips parted as he looked at him over the man's shoulder "What is it?" Morter asked as he turned around and he pulled back a little when he realized the mandalorian was hovering at his back "Fuck! Shit!" He said under his breath stumbling as his back hit Luke's body.

The mandalorian didn't say a word taking two steps forward, Morter looked at him straightening up his back as he raised his hands shaking his head "I'm off. I'm sorry." He said rushing to the exit.

Luke followed the man with his eyes and then he looked at the man in beskar inches apart of him, he sighed defeated, embarrassed as he realized a mandalorian witnessed the way he couldn't stand up for himself.

"Are you okay?" Djarin asked, still on the spot.

"Yeah... Yeah..." The blonde laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear "We're joking, we do that a lot, you know? Like, it's just an inside joke." He lied.

The mandalorian nodded and walked away, Luke stared at his back, his cape looked dirty and it was teared at the ends, still Luke thought that he looked awesome. A real warrior.

"How is it? To live outside the law?" He asked absentmindedly.

The mandalorian stopped dead in his tracks and Luke felt a cold wave all over his chest. Fuck!

"You mean how is it to be a criminal?" Djarin asked staring at him.

"Uh, no, I'm not implying that you're a criminal, I don't even know you, you look like a good businessman I guess. I'm from Tatooine, I've been to Mos Eisley. See? I know about scum and villains, you look different from them." Luke used to talk a lot, all the time, and he didn't know when to stop, it was even worse when he was anxious, his friend Biggs Darklighter told him once that his mouth was bigger than a meteor crater, and he was right about that.

The mandalorian chuckled lightly and Luke trailed off.

"Mos Eisley, huh? I bet you ended up on the floor more than once." He said and Luke could hear amusing in his voice.

"You're calling me wimpy?" Luke asked with a scowl on his face.

"No. It's a Mos Eisley thing, if you didn't hit the floor at least once then you're not worthy." He said leaning against a wall.

"And you think I'm worthy?" He asked as fast as he could.

The mandalorian nodded "I saw the way you talked to that guy, you're good at getting yourself into trouble." Luke frowned "Let me guess, someone else ended the fight for you."

Luke thought back to that day, the goddamn mandalorian was right, Ben Kenobi saved his skin that day.

"Not because you're armed to the teeth you are allowed to say such things about me, Djarin, take it back." He demanded, his jaw clenching.

"No." The mandalorian replied and Luke gasped offended as Leia walked into the room.

"Djarin, you can go now. We'll contact you if we need your services again." She informed offering her hand to the mandalorian.

"Alright." He said shaking Leia's hand. "Until then." He looked at Luke "Nice to meet you, officer Skywalker."

Yeah, I don't think so. Luke thought.

~

Han was sitting across from Luke drinking some spotchka in his room "You look like you're secretly trying to kill someone with that force thing."

Solo's words brought him back from his thoughts "It's nothing." He shrugged, still upset about how easy the mandalorian could read him only by watching and listening to him while he was dealing with Morter's bullshit.

"Leia told me about your admirers." He grinned.

"Go to hell, Han, I know you're enjoying it."

"Of course not. Listen kid, they do believe that you're this delicate flower, you need to show them that you're a pain in the ass."

"I'm not a pain in the ass!" He said staring at Han.

Solo sighed "I knew the minute I knew you that you were a bigmouth brat." He shrugged "Yes, don't look at me like that, just, treat them the way you treated me and they will hate you."

"Do you hate me, Han?" He asked concerned.

"Me? No, but that's because I'm special." He smiled charmingly.

"Yeah, well, I tried to be mean today, and it didn't work, fortunately that mandalorian was there and Morter shitted himself, he said he was sorry and he left." Luke tilted his head "Huh? Now that I think about it he didn't say sorry to me, he said sorry to the mandalorian." He frowned staring at the table.

"Natural, he thought the mandalorian was banging you." Han said and sipped his spotchka.

Luke looked at him and his cheeks were blushing "Han!"

His friend shrugged.

"You're disgusting." He added now scratching the table surface.

"Look, maybe you can use that, make them believe that the mandalorian is your daddy, they won't touch you. Hell! They won't even allow themselves having wet dreams about you anymore."

Luke grimaced but then he considered Han's advice "Well, maybe I could tell them that he's coming back soon, that I'm waiting for him, it could work."

"Why would you say that?"

"What? That was your idea. Are you shitting me here Han or what?" He asked furious.

Han shook his head "No, I mean use the mandalorian, you don't need to say that he's coming back for you since he never left."

"What?" Luke leaned forward over the table.

"He's still in the base, he couldn't leave, the storm didn't allow it. I thought you knew." Han frowned gesturing with his hands.

"No. I don't know then, it's stupid, I mean, I can tell them to back off." Luke shook his head, blinking.

"Alright kid, if you don't have the balls to say the mandalorian is your boyfriend then you surely will have the balls to tell your mates to back off." He stated sarcastically.

Maybe Han was right, Luke would never have the courage to face his wooers. Telling that him and the mandalorian were dating was a little white lie but pretending they were an item with the mandalorian still around them was something else entirely.

~

That evening they were in the multi-purpose room having dinner, Luke sat next to the entrance and two pilots came close to him.

Luke was chewing some dry meat holding his bowl close to his chest. If someone was looking at him at that moment they could totally notice the way he made himself smaller, by shrinking himself, legs pressed against each other and his shoulders so close to his ears, like he was trying to disappear.

One pilot sat down at one side and the other one at the other side, both leaning against him, pressing him between their bodies.

"Baby boy, look at us, you make such a precious middle, imagine how good you'll look when we get you on your knees."

Back off!

Back off!

The words were repeating inside his mind but Luke couldn't articulate them and he was feeling uneasy and furious. He was also paralyzed.

Apparently someone was indeed looking at him from afar and did notice his growing discomfort, Luke was staring at the floor and recognized the torn black cape and the boots in front of him, when he looked up his mind was clear again, the only thought inside his head was that he was safe, Din Djarin was before his eyes, with his gloved hands on his hips and his helmet tilted down, unmistakably judging Luke's stalkers.

"Did you lose something, mandalorian?" One of them was bold enough to ask.

"Hush, no..." The other one said and Luke realized he was being very wary.

The mandalorian leaned forward "Take your hands off him." He said flatly. "Both of you." He added as his hand hovered over his blaster.

The pilots pulled away from Luke and rose to their feet slowly, not breaking eye contact with the mandalorian's visor.

"Lucky bastard." The bolder pilot said under his breath as they were walking away.

Luke worried his bottom lip with one of his fangs, then he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Skywalker, I think you have a problem here." The mandalorian said sitting down on the floor next to him.

Luke knew he was right, this was the worst situation so far and he couldn't lie about it anymore.

"Thank you, this is the second time you help me, so, thank you." The blonde said sincerely.

Djarin nodded, resting his wrist on his knee, Luke stared at him sideways, liking the way the mandalorian was just sitting there, looking so casually cool and aggressive at the same time.

"They think you're-" Luke trailed off.

"Your boyfriend, I know." To Luke's surprise the mandalorian didn't even stutter when he said that. "And you're welcome, they are crossing the line here."

"I don't know what to do." He confessed staring down.

"Well, you'll figure it out eventually."

"Or maybe you could help me, just for a little longer." Luke said facing him, digging his fingers into the bowl.

The mandalorian looked at his hands, as he could notice Luke's distress, then he looked up at his face again "That's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, but-"

"I won't kill them, Skywalker."

"Oh no, no, no. Of course not. I was just thinking that-" He huffed "Never mind." He finally said ruffling his golden hair.

"But I'm okay with pretending we're dating if that's what's on your mind." Djarin said shrugging one shoulder and casually looking around.

Luke went silent, that made Din look at him again.

"I'm staying here for a while, Organa said that these storms could last weeks, I'm stuck here." The mandalorian added, his visor boring into Luke's eyes.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked sheepishly.

"I want to help."

"Alright then, and don't worry about credits, I'll pay you." Luke said and Din froze staring at him "Oh, no, not in that way, I mean, since you're stuck here you can't take jobs, so we can provide you with credits, there's a lot of work to be done here, please don't take this the wrong way." He smiled nervously.

"I don't need credits." Din said bluntly.

Luke nodded still staring at him "Alright."

Djarin looked at the pilots across the room "What do we do now?"

"I don't know, they already think that you're my boyfriend." Luke could feel his heart thudding heavily inside his chest, it was weird, saying that out loud. He has never been in a relationship and calling the mandalorian his boyfriend was not only a first and foreign but also exciting and he couldn't help feeling thrilled. "Maybe spend time together." He added staring at his bowl, trying to avoid Din's visor.

"Like a real couple, right, then I'll stay with you till dinner's over." Luke hummed at that pressing his lips together "What?" Din asked him.

"Nothing." He answered leaving the bowl on the floor.

"Tell me." The mandalorian insisted.

"Real couples spend all the time they can together." The blonde said looking at him for a split second.

"You mean that we should make them believe that we sleep together?"

Luke coughed and then nodded "Yeah but here's the problem, I share my room with three other people."

"I'm staying in my ship, you can stay with me at night if you are okay with that, my bunk is small but you can take it."

"What about you?"

"I'll sleep in the cockpit, don't worry."

"No, anyone could see you sleeping in your cockpit."

"Then what?"

"We'll manage, I'm going with you." Luke rose to his feet "Can we go now?"

Din looked up at him and nodded.

Luke thought that he looked adorable looking at him still sitting on the floor with that shining helmet and that dark mysterious visor, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and offered his hand to him. Din hesitated but then he took it, standing on his feet, Luke looked at him noticing the man was taller than him and something inside him was screaming that this might be a really bad idea. Still he followed Din casting a glance at the pilots behind them, they looked confused and irked, Luke smiled slyly at them over his shoulder.

~

"This is the bunk." The mandalorian said standing next to the improvised bed, clutching the front of his belt with both hands, Luke's eyes traveled down his form and then he nodded trying to hide the fact that he found that sight interesting, even alluring if you asked him.

"Looks comfy."

"It's not."

Luke chuckled "Remember I'm coming from Tatooine."

"How could I forget?" The mandalorian asked leaning his back against the wall.

Luke looked around "I like your ship." Din didn't say a word "You can't sleep in the cockpit though, maybe I can sleep right here on the floor."

"I said you'll take the bunk." Din leaned forward "I'll take the floor."

"I'm not tired though." Luke sat down on the floor staring at Din hoping the mandalorian would join him.

"Is that true, that storms here last weeks?" Din asked finally sitting next to Luke and the blonde's heart was fluttering.

"Yes."

Din hummed "You've been here for a while then."

"No, but our people know Hoth quite well. They told me about it."

"I should've assumed it, you're new in this rebellion thing, you're too young." The mandalorian said rubbing his own knees with his hands.

"I'm not too young!" Luke retorted, feeling his ego bruised.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Kriff..." The mandalorian muttered.

"What do you mean? Hey, I'm not a kid! How old are you?" Luke asked annoyed.

The mandalorian shook his head.

"I bet you're older than Han." The blonde said narrowing his eyes.

"No way, Solo looks like your father." Din deadpanned.

That elicited a laugh from Luke "He would be so pissed if I told him you said that."

Din tilted his helmet "I'm twenty-eight."

Luke smiled staring at him "Then you're younger than Han."

They spent part of the night talking about Tatooine and Luke asked a lot of questions about the mandalorian way, Din didn't answer as many as Luke expected but still he was in awe of him.

"Are you cold?" Din asked him as he passed his arm over Luke's legs to grab a blanket, slightly touching his thigh by accident and the young man winced.

"Fuck!" They both said at the same time. Luke covered his eyes with his hand.

"I'm sorry." Din said under his breath withdrawing his hand.

"Oh no, Djarin, I am sorry, I'm tense, it's on me, you did nothing wrong." The blonde shook his head crossing his legs.

Din looked down "It's a good thing this happened here and not in front of your squad mates."

"Huh?"

"If this happens in front of them they would know for sure that we're not together." The mandalorian got a point.

"Shit, you're right. It's okay, it won't happen again." Luke nodded reassuringly.

"Good." Din nodded as well and tried to reach the blanket again. This time Luke flinched and brought his knees to his chest.

"Not again! Fuck Din, I'm sorry!" He said holding Din's hand. They stayed like that for a moment, then Din cleared his throat. Luke let his hand go.

"Can I try something?" The mandalorian asked standing up slowly.

Luke followed him suit boring into his visor.

"Try to hug me, Skywalker."

Luke's eyes widened as he nodded, then he closed the space between them encircling Din's neck with his arms, something stirred deep inside him when he felt Din's hands on his lower back, he followed his instinct and hid his face in the crook of the mandalorian's neck, of course he couldn't reach his skin, the man's neck was covered by a thick fabric. It didn't matter, Luke felt his warmth through the flight suit and the beskar plates. And he felt safe, for the second time that night.

Din tightened the grip around his waist "You didn't wince." He said in a deep voice and Luke realized that, indeed, this was a very bad idea.

He liked it. More than that, he loved it. But it was wrong, he felt like he was taking advantage of the situation and the mandalorian's goodwill.

He pulled his head back staring at his helmet "It was fun, Din, but I need to go back."

"Why?" The mandalorian asked still holding him against his chest and Luke's knees weakened.

"We've been here for hours, they'll buy it. Even better if I return and take a shower." He chuckled.

"Clever." Din said pulling away from him and Luke was already missing his arms around him.

"See you tomorrow." The blonde said as he gave him a half-smile and he turned around walking away trying to ignore all the new feelings that he was experiencing that night as he left Djarin behind.

[calypso707]

Chapter six : Bringing out the dead.

Jill had managed to leave the old building, she had walked along the fence to the back of the gymnasium. She knew that Chris would try to get up high to find her, she too needed to get a good view of the academy. They had been separated for several hours now, she hoped nothing had happened to him. She was down on one knee, leaning against the stone wall. She could hear through the broken windows of the place swarming with infected, she still had two magazines hanging from her belt.  She had to find her partners.

She got up to finally walk around the building, her earpiece suddenly started to crackle and she stopped walking. She managed to distinguish a voice despite the multiple cuts but it wasn't Chris's, she recognised the voice of their pilot. "Can anyone hear me?" he sounded, panicked.

"Ryan, do you copy?”

"Jill? I can't fucking hear you well.. We need to get out of here as soon as possible, but I can't get through to the others, there's someone who... Shit! What the hell?!”

"What's going on? Give your position!"

But nothing, just more and more intense crackling sounds and the connection finally went dead. At the same time, an explosion sounded a few miles outside the academy, lighting up the forest. Jill looked up at the sky, watching the dark smoke billow over the trees. Her heart missed a beat, someone had blown up their chopper and Ryan with it. This was getting personal, whoever was responsible was trying to get rid of them. She took several deep breaths before moving on, she had to stay calm, she walked around the cloakroom and saw the cathedral, which was a little further northwest. In the corner of her eye she saw a person running, dressed in a black cloak. Perhaps it was a survivor who was finding a way to escape.

"Hey, wait!"

She decided to follow the person, her hand tightening on her gun. She stopped when she saw her standing still, a few metres away and Jill pointed her gun at her. Her instincts told her that this was no mere student. Barely did she have time to ask questions that a hand-to-hand fight ensued between them. She knew she had a chance against her opponent, who seemed to be quickly overwhelmed by the former STARS' attacks. Jill was very good at close combat, both with her fists and with weapons. She took three steps backwards, panting slightly. Her opponent happened to be a woman who was most likely wearing that cloak to preserve her identity and was certainly involved in the events at the academy.

Jill aimed her gun again, determined to shoot if she had to. The woman in front of her was holding a kind of grappling hook in her left hand. Useful for getting out of dangerous situations.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? I won't repeat myself.”

"Questions, always questions..." said the woman in a laugh. "It's imperative that we prevent the Raccoon City incident from happening again, isn't it?"

"It was you who provided the virus to that Bindi, wasn't it?"

"I only gave her the power, she had the choice to use it." she had a deceitful smile on her lips.

Jill frowned in disgust and pulled the trigger, the bullet piercing the hood and pulling it back to reveal the face of the woman in front of her, she had Asian features. The intruder had only tilted her head to the side, continuing to stare at Jill with her penetrating brown eyes, neither impressed nor terrified.

"Well, that's annoying, I liked that coat..." sighed the dark-haired woman. "Tell me, how is your dear, sweet Chris? Still alive? I heard he fought that girl. What was her name again? Ah yes, Nanan..." she took a few steps to the side. "Her mutation is fascinating, she releases toxins that contaminate those exposed, it's simply impressive!"

Jill's gaze was still locked on the intruder, her heart beginning to race in her chest, she prayed that Chris had not been exposed to the gas this creature was releasing. Just as she was about to retort, a deafening noise was heard and a powerful light blinded the BSAA agent, violent gusts of wind forcing her to cover her face. Above the two women, a helicopter gunship flew overhead, but it did not belong to the BSAA. The cargo platform opened above them and a huge crate attached to a chain came crashing down nearby, shaking the ground. She almost fell from the violence of the impact.

"I'd love to stay and chat with you but I have other things to do. And your present arrived, Miss Valentine, for old times' sake." the woman winked at her, a smile on her lips. "Wesker was an idiot, fortunately we have managed to recover everything, there is only one thing left to do.."

The intruder sent her grappling hook up to the top of the crate to stand on it. She unhooked the chain and wrapped her arm around it as she climbed back into the helicopter's cargo hold. Jill didn't have time to do anything as the aircraft was already moving away and the woman with it. A noise in the crate caught her attention and she aimed her gun, her heart racing. The iron of the crate buckled more and more until it completely imploded to reveal the creature inside, a creature she recognised far too well.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The giant was slowly getting to his feet, easily ten feet tall. He didn't exactly look like the one she had faced a few years before, anyway, she had finished off that son of a bitch. She felt herself being overcome by panic, she thought her heart was about to burst. She thought back to Brad's death, to the relentless pursuit through the blazing streets of Raccoon City.

The Tyrant leaned forward to gain speed and charged at Jill, he sent his fist towards her but she narrowly dodged it, crashing down on the floor. She straightened up quickly and emptied her clip at him, breathing hard. Her bullets had no effect on the creature, this time she was going to die. He turned to her and kicked her in the stomach, sending her crashing into a tree a few feet away, not far from the fence. The violence of the punch took her breath away, she was breathing heavily. She struggled to get up, her arms trembling, as he quietly approached her.

"Jill! Get down!" shouted Chris, further away.

A loud gunshot rang out around her and a powerful burst of fire slammed into the giant's head, sending him crashing backwards, the ground shaking under his weight. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Chris, Piers and Ricky high up on the roof of the cafeteria. It was Piers who had fired the shot. She let out a sigh of relief and her nerves suddenly gave way, tears welling up in her eyes, she thought she was going to collapse but she had to get to them at all costs.

"Right on time.."

[cryptic-paw]

A Rambling

What is wrong with me?

The strain on my brain is starting to be unbearable

My life is one, sick, twisted game

I feel the longing and desire

I want to see blood, everywhere blood

PAINT THE WORLD RED

He would want it like that

I must make him proud to call me his Harley Quinn

They only see me smiling on the outside

What they don’t know is that I’m not always smiling on the inside

I cry black tears, but I bleed red blood

What am I?

A FREAK?

The voices keep telling me things

They fight with each other and with me

A big tug-of-war

I am she, she is me, she is also me, he is he, but she is not she and I am not he

My core feels like it’s gonna EXPLODE

Something is there that has not been there before but has existed there and hasn’t been back in quite a while

Hardly anyone understands this pain and SUFFERING

A string has been tied to my limbs

Most people don’t have “the potential”

How could they?

They’re 100% SANE

They can’t know the feeling of not knowing if one’s self is a pawn, that the weight of the air is TORTURE, that no matter how hard you bang against the white padded walls, you can’t escpe, especially when you realize your arms are in a fucking STRAITJACKET

So much a curse as it is a gift

Insanity is the only true clarity

What happens when two come together and the mentality of one is questioned by the other?

I mean this both ways

What if one was a bit overwhelmed or surprised by the extreme and compulsive obsessiveness of the other, and in that reaction, the other in turn was beginning to worry that she was the more psychotic?

What if she secretly hoped that HE would happen to be the more insane and unstable one?

What if she wanted to be shown up by more psychotic and hellish ideas than the ones she forms in her mind everyday?

What if, for a change, she could actually be UNDERSTOOD?

She only ever wanted to find her match, her perfect soul to share, her Mr. J

She knew he would be perfect in all his imperfections

There would be pain , would be hurt; she knew that

And within the abuse and psychosis and chaos that…

THAT’S where she finds love

This may seem to the sane a most bizarre method of finding their one and only

Then again, she isn’t exactly the definition of “normal” or “sane”

All she ever wanted was to find HIM

Love HIM

Share insanity with HIM

Learn from HIM

Spread chaos with HIM

But ultimately?

To have him be able to know, understand, and warp her thoughts

The sad fact?

She would let it happen

To butt out the auto-pilot and let him CONTROL

There’s no escaping what’s inside you

I learned that when I let IT take over

Not only is hell in my mind, it’s everywhere I go

Reality chooses to ignore it, but I know it’s there

It’s ALWAYS there, whether you choose to believe it or not

If you have IT, then you see it

That’s why so many people are oblivious, the sane ones

They’re disgusting

So stupidly ignorant and blinded to the fact that is staring right into their dumbass eyeballs!!!

And yet, they’ll never be able to know because their brains prevent it from happening

It makes it so much more satisfying to smash their skulls or pump their guts with lead

You see, IT chooses you before you’re even born

All you have to do is find it and ACCEPT IT INTO YOUR BEING

But when you think there must be someone, ANYONE, out there who’s just like you, you’re always brough back to

ISOLATION

As as it suggests, it gets...so...lonely

Sure, you’re separated from the rest of the world

The only true world is in your head

Reality is just a buncha fakers

But your mind is also separated

At first, it’s interesting, messing with your psyche...until it begins to TORTURE you

Especially when no one knows but you, it’s hard

REAL. FUCKING. HARD.

No one to turn to...THAT, my dear risky reader, is true hell

HELL HELL!!!

And there’s no escape

Not for anyone

Not even to your nearest loved one…

It hurts

I hurt

And they keep screaming at me from inside

HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL

[crypticpawpoems]

A Rambling

What is wrong with me?

The strain on my brain is starting to be unbearable

My life is one, sick, twisted game

I feel the longing and desire

I want to see blood, everywhere blood

PAINT THE WORLD RED

He would want it like that

I must make him proud to call me his Harley Quinn

They only see me smiling on the outside

What they don’t know is that I’m not always smiling on the inside

I cry black tears, but I bleed red blood

What am I?

A FREAK?

The voices keep telling me things

They fight with each other and with me

A big tug-of-war

I am she, she is me, she is also me, he is he, but she is not she and I am not he

My core feels like it’s gonna EXPLODE

Something is there that has not been there before but has existed there and hasn’t been back in quite a while

Hardly anyone understands this pain and SUFFERING

A string has been tied to my limbs

Most people don’t have “the potential”

How could they?

They’re 100% SANE

They can’t know the feeling of not knowing if one’s self is a pawn, that the weight of the air is TORTURE, that no matter how hard you bang against the white padded walls, you can’t escpe, especially when you realize your arms are in a fucking STRAITJACKET

So much a curse as it is a gift

Insanity is the only true clarity

What happens when two come together and the mentality of one is questioned by the other?

I mean this both ways

What if one was a bit overwhelmed or surprised by the extreme and compulsive obsessiveness of the other, and in that reaction, the other in turn was beginning to worry that she was the more psychotic?

What if she secretly hoped that HE would happen to be the more insane and unstable one?

What if she wanted to be shown up by more psychotic and hellish ideas than the ones she forms in her mind everyday?

What if, for a change, she could actually be UNDERSTOOD?

She only ever wanted to find her match, her perfect soul to share, her Mr. J

She knew he would be perfect in all his imperfections

There would be pain , would be hurt; she knew that

And within the abuse and psychosis and chaos that…

THAT’S where she finds love

This may seem to the sane a most bizarre method of finding their one and only

Then again, she isn’t exactly the definition of “normal” or “sane”

All she ever wanted was to find HIM

Love HIM

Share insanity with HIM

Learn from HIM

Spread chaos with HIM

But ultimately?

To have him be able to know, understand, and warp her thoughts

The sad fact?

She would let it happen

To butt out the auto-pilot and let him CONTROL

There’s no escaping what’s inside you

I learned that when I let IT take over

Not only is hell in my mind, it’s everywhere I go

Reality chooses to ignore it, but I know it’s there

It’s ALWAYS there, whether you choose to believe it or not

If you have IT, then you see it

That’s why so many people are oblivious, the sane ones

They’re disgusting

So stupidly ignorant and blinded to the fact that is staring right into their dumbass eyeballs!!!

And yet, they’ll never be able to know because their brains prevent it from happening

It makes it so much more satisfying to smash their skulls or pump their guts with lead

You see, IT chooses you before you’re even born

All you have to do is find it and ACCEPT IT INTO YOUR BEING

But when you think there must be someone, ANYONE, out there who’s just like you, you’re always brough back to

ISOLATION

As as it suggests, it gets...so...lonely

Sure, you’re separated from the rest of the world

The only true world is in your head

Reality is just a buncha fakers

But your mind is also separated

At first, it’s interesting, messing with your psyche...until it begins to TORTURE you

Especially when no one knows but you, it’s hard

REAL. FUCKING. HARD.

No one to turn to...THAT, my dear risky reader, is true hell

HELL HELL!!!

And there’s no escape

Not for anyone

Not even to your nearest loved one…

It hurts

I hurt

And they keep screaming at me from inside

HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL

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[lovelybucky1]

using the prompt “i may not like you, but i’m not heartless” from this post

warnings: AFAB reader (no pronouns used), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), vaginal fingering, arguing, enemies to lovers, 18+ minors DNI

masterlist

You’re wound tight. Everyone can tell, and it’s affecting every part of your life; your flying, your sleep, your temper. Maverick has talked to you multiple times about loosening up because nothing good comes from tension when you’re in the air. You’ve tried everything to relieve it, but nothing has worked.

It’s not the pressure from the mission, the g-forces you’ve been enduring day after day, or the uncomfortable mattress in your apartment that’s making you tense. It’s one tall, blonde, devastatingly handsome pilot that somehow has cracked the code to pushing your buttons.

He’ll tease you occasionally, but it’s his subtle glances, how he focuses on your lips when you talk, how he brushes against you when you walk past that get you going. The worst part is, there’s nothing you can do about it. He does it just to fuck with you because he’s an asshole. He loves to get you flustered and angry and to see you squirm.

Arguing with Hangman isn’t uncommon for you, and most of the team doesn’t bat an eye when you get into yelling matches on the tarmac. Today is like every other, your faces inches apart, his finger waving in yours while your hands are clenched into fists at your sides.

“Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn pissy all the time, you’d actually be able to listen to your teammates!”

“Listen to my teammates? You’re fucking with me, right?”

“I’m serious! You’re so fucking unreliable up there!”

“Do you even hear yourself?” you yell, astonished at his own hypocrisy.

He doesn’t answer your question, just brushes it off and continues to yell. “Maybe if you get whatever stick is up your ass out, you’ll be able to fly like the rest of us again!”

Before you could continue to argue, he storms away to catch up with the rest of the pilots who have long abandoned the two of you.

Frustrated and angry, you head back to the base as well. You throw your gear in your locker and you take a shower, scrubbing at your skin to get the crawling feeling of Hangman off of you.

Luckily you avoid a talking to from Maverick on your way out, and you make it back to your apartment in peace.

You decide to have a quiet night in. You make yourself dinner, put on your favorite TV show, and sit on the couch until you’re tired enough to move to the bed.

At 11, you were about to turn off the TV when you hear a knock at the door. Confused, you look through the peephole to see who is coming to your door this late at night.

Hangman. Hangman wearing shorts that are just a touch too short and a tank top that hides very little of his chest. You pull open the door just enough to make your face visible.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too.” He rolls his eyes.

“What do you want, Seresin?”

“I want to help you out,” he says simply. Your confused look is enough to encourage him to keep talking. “I’ve never seen someone more tense than you are. I can help relieve some of that.”

You stand still, staring back at him in disbelief. There’s no way in hell he’s offering what you think he is.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you ask, more annoyed now that you think he’s pranking you.

“Jesus, you’re slow,” he huffs. “I’m offering to fuck you so you’re not so goddamn uptight and unbearable to be around.”

You should feel disgusted. You should slam the door in his face. You should report him for sexual harassment. You should get him kicked off the team. But you don’t.

“Why would you want to do that?” you ask suspiciously.

“I may not like you, but I’m not heartless. I can tell you need a good fuck, and it’d be better for everyone if you got one.”

You consider his offer. You know he’d fuck off if you told him to and he’d never bring it up again, but the strange part is, you want it. You hate him too, but you can admit that it’s been a while since you’ve gotten any, and your rushed, underwhelming orgasms that you’ve given to yourself lately aren’t enough.

You clench your jaw and open the door, wordlessly inviting him in. He grins, that stupid, cocky grin, and walks into your living room. When you shut the door behind him and turn around, you find him much closer than you were expecting.

He puts his hands on your hips and looks down at you, taking in the sight of this new angle. You don’t feel disgusted at his touch, instead you lean into him, enjoying the feeling of his body heat enveloping you.

There’s a look in his eyes that tells you he wants to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He slides his hands from your hips to your ass and squeezes roughly, groping you in your own living room. He pulls you closer so your chests are touching, but he still doesn’t kiss you.

“Let’s go to the couch,” you say with a needy voice that you almost don’t recognize.

In a flash, you’re at the couch. He pushes you down so you’re sitting, lounged back against the arm of it while also tucked into the corner. He looks at you with a slight raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is okay. When you give a nod, he pounces.

He leans over your body, his knees on either side of your right thigh and his hand holding him up from the arm of the couch. You watch helplessly as he moves closer, and once again you think he’s going to kiss you. Instead, his lips find your jaw and he kisses over your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking in the spots he’s deemed sensitive.

You’re letting out quiet moans between your heavy pants, and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from making a noise that would warrant any teasing.

He kisses all over your neck and as far down on your chest as he can before he is stopped by the collar of your tank top. He sits up, kneeling on the couch while he pushes your shirt up, stopping just underneath your breasts. He then kisses your stomach, still biting and marking you where you’re sensitive. He notices that kisses along the waistband of your shorts make you jump, and he loves knowing where to touch to get the best reaction out of you.

He sucks on the skin of your lower stomach, not enough to leave marks, but certainly enough to leave you aching for more.

“Come on, baby, tell me what you need,” he says in your ear. You huff, like hell you were going to beg for Jake Seresin. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop and we can finish whatever chick-flick you were watching.”

He picks his head up and looks at you, his eyes dark with lust, a look you never thought you’d see from your enemy. Despite your desperation, you still have dignity.

“I’m not going to beg.”

Hangman smirks and kneels up. “I never said anything about begging, princess. I just need to know what you want.”

You roll your eyes and resign yourself to the fact that he’s a tease and he really won’t give you anything else unless you ask.

“I want you to make me cum, Seresin.”

He grins. “Was that so hard?”

You don’t answer, choosing to cross your arms and glare at him instead. He laughs at your stubbornness and doesn’t let it deter him in the slightest. He sits back on the couch and manhandles you into his lap so you’re back is pressed against his chest.

He slips his fingers under the waistband of your lounge shorts. He strokes over your pussy gently through your panties, teasing you before pushing them to the side and sliding his finger between your lips. The brush of his calloused fingertip over your clit makes you jump, but Hangman’s hold on your waist keeps you in place.

“You’re so sensitive, princess. You really need this, huh?” he says, voice teasing.

“God, do you ever stop talking?”

Two of his fingers find your clit and begin to circle it. Your breath hitches and you can hear his laughter rumble through his chest.

“Only when my mouth is occupied,” he smirks against your neck.

His lips find that sensitive spot underneath your ear again, and he sucks a mark onto your skin while his finger pushes into you. He groans at the feeling of you squeezing around his finger and you have to hold back a sigh of relief from being filled.

He fucks you slowly to loosen you up before putting in a second finger. He curls them inside of you and you gasp at the feeling. Hangman rubs the spot inside of you that you can barely reach yourself and it makes you dizzy.

You relish the feeling of Hangman’s solid, muscular chest behind you, the heat radiating off of him, and the strange comfort it brings you to be held like this, even by someone you hate.

You grind your hips against his hand as much as you’re able to. With his fingers working inside of you, the heel of his palm presses on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. He doesn’t stop you from moving; he praises you quietly in your ear and encourages you to keep going.

“That’s it, princess, take what you need. That feel good?” You nod helplessly and he chuckles quietly. “You’re so good for me.”

The praise is unexpected, but you can’t deny how warm it makes you feel to be told you’re doing good. He thrusts his fingers inside you faster now, somehow sensing how close you are.

“God, please,” you moan quietly.

“Name’s Jake, but that works too,” he teases. Leave it to him to piss you off even when you’re this close.

“Shut the fuck-” You’re cut off by a moan from Hangman biting down on your shoulder.

“Cum for me, princess,” he says, and you do. It washes over your body, a feeling of relief as pleasure burns in your abdomen. You throw you head back on Hangman’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity, with you distracted by your orgasm, to kiss you. It’s gentle, soft, affectionate, and entirely unexpected.

Once you ride through your high, your body goes limp in his arms as the tension seeps out. He gently pulls his fingers out and removes them from your shorts. He wipes your wetness on his thigh, then wraps both arms around you and holds you tight.

“Seresin…” you say, voice weak.

You’re surprised he hasn’t made a move to continue. You’re surprised he’s stayed this long and doesn’t show any signs of leaving.

“I’m not gonna leave… unless you want me to?” he adds, suddenly sounding unsure in a way you’ve never heard before.

You’re quiet for a moment while you consider what he said. He’s leaving it up to you if you want him to stay. He’s not running out of here, making excuses on why he can’t spend the night. He’s letting you make the choice, and oddly enough, you don’t want him to leave.

“Stay,” you whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, just holds you closer to his chest and lets you relax in his hold.

You can talk about it in the morning.

[hamsterclaw]

Castaway

When your charter plane crashes on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, you’re the only survivor. Well, you and the most irritating man in the known universe.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader

Genre: Desert island AU, smut, mild angst

Rating: 18+

Word count: 8.3k

Warnings: Sex on a desert island, explicit sex, swearing, airplane crash

You don’t want to be that person, but you’re going to have to be. You lean over the counter at the ticketing desk in the airport and smile brightly.

‘I really hope you can help me, because I’m Bang Si-hyuk’s personal assistant, and he wants me in Seoul today.’

The perfectly groomed, supremely bored-looking woman behind the counter is unmoved, not even bothering to return your smile.

‘I’m sorry, madam, I really can’t help you.’

You turn away from the counter, trying to work down your frustration. Your job doesn’t necessarily rely on this, but if you don’t make this flight, you can kiss your future as a rising star at the company goodbye.

As you’re considering your alternatives, you see a man dressed in a baggy black tracksuit approach the desk.

He’s got a bucket hat pulled so low over his face all you can see is pink lips and the glint of a lip ring.

You wait for Ms Ice Queen behind the desk to send him packing.

To your disgust, she doesn’t, tilting her head to one side and giving him a coy smile.

No fucking way.

You march over to the desk just as she starts typing into her desktop.

‘Is there a space on this flight now?’ you ask, calm, syrupy sweet. ‘Because when I asked a minute ago there wasn’t.’

Tracksuit man tips his head back so he can see you better.

‘If you took that hat off you wouldn’t have to strain your neck to see around you,’ you say.

Are you being a sour bitch?

Maybe. It’s been a long fucking day.

His lips curve, and he pulls his hat off.

Damn. From the neck up, he’s kind of….

Attractive.

Fucking hot.

Gorgeous.

You gather the last of your wits and turn away from him resolutely. 

Ice Queen looks at you. ‘I was just telling Mr Jeon here that there’s a small charter plane that flies into Incheon, leaving tonight. The capacity is very limited, though.’

You and ‘Mr Jeon’ exchange a look. 

‘I’m sure they can find room for the both of us,’ he says, slimy as fresh frogspawn.

He tries to sling an arm over your shoulder, and you get a whiff of his aftershave as he moves closer.

Fresh, like newly laundered clothes. 

‘I hope there’s plenty of room,’ you say, giving him a quelling look as you take a big step away. ‘Lead the way.’

***

The charter plane has two seats left, and your seat is next to your new acquaintance, but you’re so relieved you almost don’t care.

You bury your nose in your phone as the flight takes off.

Mr Jeon nudges you. ‘Want a snack?’

You glance at his rustling bag of popcorn.

‘No thank you,’ you reply politely.

The seats on this charter plane are pretty close together, and he’s pretty big.

Muscly.

His forearms flex as he tosses popcorn in his mouth.

The border of what looks like a tattoo sleeve peeks out from the sleeve of his jacket, and you remind yourself not to stare.

He leans closer as he looks out the window, and you press your back against the seat as his shoulders take up practically half your airspace.

This close, you can see the curl of his hair against the nape of his neck. 

And god, why does he smell so good?

‘You’re in my space,’ you say faintly. Unconvincingly.

‘Sorry,’ he says cheerfully. Equally unconvincingly. 

There’s a jolt of turbulence, and your stomach rolls.

Your hand clenches around the metal buckle of your seatbelt as there’s a prolonged run of rattling and shuddering.

Mr Jeon’s looking at you. ‘You’ll be fine,’ he says.

‘Fine,’ you echo.

The pilot’s voice comes on over the loudspeaker, but instead of the reassuring ‘buckle your seatbelts, we’ve reached a patch of turbulence,’ he sounds stone cold serious.

‘There’s been an engine failure, and as a precaution, I’d like everyone to get their life jackets on. I’ll do my best to land us somewhere safe.’

Your stomach flips, and you realise you’re clutching Mr Jeon’s arm. 

‘Hey, what’s your name?’ he asks.

You tell him.

‘My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I’m from Busan. I have a brother and three dogs.’ 

He looks you right in the eyes as he tells you this information, speaking quietly but clearly.

You’ve already got an inkling why before he says, ‘just in case.’

You try to commit it all to memory as you pull your life jacket on, buckling it into place. Jungkook helps you tighten the straps before slipping his own on over his head.

The pilot says, grave and terrifying, ‘brace for impact.’

As you tuck your head against your knees you feel an arm curling around your back. Jungkook’s lifted the armrest between you and is holding you, tight against him.

His eyes meet yours as the plane begins to plummet, and you hear the beginning of thunderous impact before thankfully, everything fades to black.

***

You come to in stages, extending periods of lucidity.

First, the blinding sun, too much and too present when you can’t feel any of your limbs. 

Then the smell of the sea, the sound of waves and screeching gulls.

Then the awareness of your body. That your hands can move. You lift a hand in front of your face. It’s blurry but it’s there. Responding to your will.

Your torso is twisted. You shift your hips and your legs move.

Then you remember the plane, and a surge of adrenaline sends you upright. 

Fuck your neck hurts but you aren’t going to complain about that right now.

You remember Jeon Jungkook from Busan and you turn to check on him.

It’s only then that you realise half the plane is missing.

You grab for your phone, almost crying with relief when you realise it’s still in your pocket. There’s no reception, shit, but at least it’s on. You switch it off to conserve the battery.

You hear a faint moan from your periphery.

You recognise the all black attire, the muscular frame.

You hurry to him.

‘Jeon Jungkook,’ you say, scanning his face and body.

‘Jungkook!’

His eyes are closed, but he moans a little in response to your voice.

You lean over him, hand on his chest.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, urgently.

His eyes stay closed, but his hand lifts up, and as if on instinct, cups one of your breasts.

‘Gimme a sec, baby,’ he slurs. ‘Just one sec and we can go again.’

You stare at his hand over your tit, too shocked to do anything.

His eyes open.

‘Shit,’ he drawls. ‘Am I in heaven?’

***

It had been surprisingly difficult to convince Jungkook that sex was off the cards, for now.

He’d kept mumbling something about affirming life.

You’d tuned out and waited for him to wind down.

He’d also suggested many different sexual  positions, a lot of which frankly sounded unrealistic, but he'd seemed absurdly, ludicrously confident about them.

You’d used the time to patch up a bloody wound on his head and gather your thoughts.

Finally he stops, and he’s now looking at you soberly.

‘We should see if anyone else needs help,’ he says.

You set your jaw and head for where the bulk of the shrapnel is. You don’t find any other living passengers.

The sun is beating down on both your heads, and you realise Jungkook’s looking a little pale.

‘Hey, we should get out of the sun,’ you say. 

He nods, stumbling a little. You rush to his side and support him. 

He leans heavily on you, and you realise his breathing is a little shallow too. 

‘Don’t die on me Jungkook,’ you tell him firmly. 

He doesn’t answer. 

You lay him down in a shady patch in a grove of coconut trees and get him to drink some water you salvaged from the plane.

He lays there, so pale that you feel rising panic trying to break through the calm facade you’ve adopted thus far.

You stroke his hair back. His eyelids flicker.

‘I’m going to look for things that can help us, ok?’ 

He doesn’t respond, and you laugh a little hysterically. ‘Like a working phone.’

You squeeze his hand and promise, ‘Don’t worry I won’t be gone long, ok?’ 

In the time you’ve known him, he’s been most animated when he’s talking about sex, so you throw in a deal conscious Jungkook would definitely go for. 

‘If you hang in there, Jungkook, I promise we can have sex once you’re up for it, ok? Any position you like.’

You think you see the faintest flicker of his eyelids, but it could just be your imagination.

***

You search the remains of the plane, concentrating now, salvaging all the things you noticed earlier whilst exploring with Jungkook and not wanting to leave him alone for too long.

When you get back, he’s still sleeping where you left him, shivering slightly. You cover him with a blanket, and, feeling slightly ridiculous because he’s sleeping on the ground, you put a pillow under his head.

He sighs a little and you smooth his brow with your fingers, hoping he finds your touch soothing.

It’s getting dark now, and you curse your lack of foresight at not looking for a flashlight, because the place you washed up on is so dark at night that everything seems a little scarier.

Jungkook’s still unconscious, but you think his breathing is easier.

You curl up next to him and try to sleep.

***

When you wake up, the sun has barely risen. You check on Jungkook and get him to sip some water.

You try not to think about what to do if he doesn’t wake up.

You need help. Your phone has no signal but you send texts and emails anyway, hoping they’ll reach someone in your contacts.

A second search of the plane doesn’t reveal anything more helpful. Nothing looks like it switches on.

You need to explore the island you’re on, but you’re loath to leave Jungkook.

When you get back from the plane, he’s sitting up against the coconut tree, holding his head.

‘Water,’ he croaks, voice raspy and strained.

You uncap one of the bottles of water you found and help him drink.

As soon as he’s gulped it down, he lists alarmingly to one side and you help him lie down.

‘It’s ok Jungkook,’ you tell him, smoothing his hair. ‘Get some rest.’

He settles his head in your lap, sighs, and goes back to sleep.

You can’t leave him, so you join him.

***

When you wake up again, he’s gone.

You’re up on your feet in an instant, calling his name.

Shit. You’ve spent all this time worrying about leaving him and the first thing he did when he woke up was ditch you.

You hear footsteps, and you turn to see him.

He’s standing, cheeks high with colour, a hard look in his eyes.

‘What the fuck happened?’ he asks.

His tone is intimidating, sharp, and you stumble over your words in your haste to explain.

‘The plane we were on crashed. We’re the only survivors. You had a cut on your head and you’re been unconscious for two days.’

‘Is help on the way?’ he snaps.

You stutter. ‘I - I don’t know,’ you confess. 

‘Is there anyone else on the island?’ he asks.

‘I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to explore-‘

‘What have you been doing for two days?’ he asks, voice harsh. ‘Playing house?’

You stare at him in disbelief and shock.

‘You were hurt,’ you tell him. ‘I didn’t want to leave you alone —-‘

His expression hasn’t softened at all during your explanations.

You take a step back.

For the first time since you found him passed out near the plane, you feel the weight of recent events.

Jungkook’s better, but somehow you’re even more alone.

You take another step back, then another, and then you’re walking away.

He doesn’t call out after you. You don’t know that he even remembers your name.

***

At least with Jungkook awake and seemingly recovered, you’re free to go wherever you want.

The more you think about it, the more enraged you feel about your encounter.

How dare he be suspicious of you when you’ve practically kept him alive for two days?

How very dare he?

‘Not even so much as a thank you for saving my life,’ you mutter furiously.

You’ve given him all your water too.

The ungrateful asshole.

‘Asshole!’ you hiss.

You keep walking, following the shoreline.

Your stomach rumbles in a way that’s already familiar to you.

You think with dark resentment of the supplies bag you left with Jungkook.

It doesn’t matter. Let that asshole have all the snacks you salvaged.

‘Choke on them,’ you mutter.

No one can hear you, but it feels good to say anyway.

***

You’re straining to reach the coconut dangling by a tantalising thin stalk. You have no idea how you’re going to crack open the shell but you need this coconut.

Your entire world at this point depends on this fucking coconut.

There’s literally nothing else. 

Certainly not a certain ungrateful asshole with your supplies bag who looks muscular enough to crack this baby open for you.

He practically owes you for keeping him alive the past two days.

You put him out of your head and focus on reaching for the coconut. If you can even just jostle it the slightest bit…

‘What are you doing?’

The voice startles you so badly your hand slips. You scramble and grab at a dried frond. It snaps in your hand and you fall out of the tree, onto your back into the sand.

You groan, winded but unharmed.

He leans over you, face blocking out the sun. 

‘Are you ok?’

You don’t bother to answer. 

You stare longingly up at the coconut, still taunting you with its green shell and the promise of sweetness within.

His hand reaches for your shoulder. 

‘Seriously, are you ok?’

The concern in his voice makes you snort.

Your stomach rumbles because it hasn’t yet learned that no food is coming even if it makes itself heard.

‘Hey, I found the snacks you gathered. Come and eat something,’ he says.

You ignore him.

You’re trying to walk away when he grabs your arm again.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, trying to get you to look at him.

‘You should be,’ you say, and you realise with dismay that you’re practically crying with frustration and rage.

You walk away, swiping at your tears.

‘I’m sorry, I said some pretty awful things,’ he says, persistent.

He lifts a hand, thumb almost brushing the tracks of tears on your cheek before you lean away.

You muster your coldest stare. ‘It’s fine. We don’t know each other at all.’

You turn away. ‘Just give me a second, all right?’

***

You can hear him approaching you again.

Fuck.

At first he wouldn’t stop shouting at you and now he won’t stay the fuck away.

He drops down heavily in the sand next to you. 

‘Here,’ he says. 

You turn your head to see him holding out a coconut. His hand is large enough to hold it in his palm.

You take another sip of the whiskey you found in the plane.

He picks up the half bottle after you put it down. ‘Was this full?’ he asks.

‘I’m not sharing,’ you say firmly. ‘And this coconut is not open.’

You see him mouth your words as if he’s trying to make sense of them.

You make perfect sense to you.

He’s just being an asshole as usual.

You nod to yourself.

‘What’s the point in all those muscles if you can’t crack open a coconut?’ you ask, reasonably.

The corner of his mouth twitches up, as if he’s about to smile.

You blink at him.

‘I’ll crack it open for you if you come with me,’ he says. 

‘No thanks, you’re an arrogant asshole,’ you say, brightly. You lean closer. ‘No offense.’

‘I’m not offended,’ he replies. ‘You’re right. I was a real asshole to you.’

‘Until you realised you need my survival skills,’ you point out. You take another swig of whiskey. It goes down smooth, so smooth, warming you.

Now he’s definitely smiling. ‘Yes, I need you. I can’t cope without you.’

‘I can help,’ you say, magnanimously. ‘But no fucking.’

He chokes on his own saliva, and you offer him your whiskey. 

He takes a sip, then frowns. ‘Seriously how much have you drunk?’

‘I was thirsty,’ you tell him, sadly. ‘I left all the water with you.’

‘You were —‘ he breaks off and gets up.

‘Come on you should definitely drink something.’

He holds out a hand to help you up. 

You miss it and land straight on your face in the sand with an ‘oof’. 

You roll over and Jungkook slips an arm under your knees and another under your shoulders.

He lifts you up with such ease you would be impressed if he wasn’t such an asshole.

He laughs softly, and you realise you’ve said it out loud.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, quietly, shifting you so that your head is against his chest.

You want to tell him, without equivocation, that he’s not forgiven, but he’s warm, and he feels strong, and you’re already drifting away.

***

You sit bolt upright, heart and head thumping. 

You need to pee so badly.

You realise that Jungkook’s stirring next to you.

You stumble as far away as you can and squat down near some foliage.

To your horror, you can hear Jungkook stumbling after you.

‘Go away!’ you call out, face burning. ‘I’m peeing!’

He stops. 

‘Oh my god, get lost!’ you shout, when he shows no sign of walking away. 

‘I need to pee too,’ he calls to you.

You can hear him unzipping, then the splatter of urine hitting the grass. 

You’re mortified.

You squeeze your eyes shut and pray for this horror to end.

At least it’s too dark to see each other.

When you’re done, you get up and realise your head is pounding from the whiskey.

Jungkook’s voice startles a squeak out of you. ‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m fine,’ you reply quickly.

‘No need to be pissy about it,’ he says. 

You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking. 

‘Not funny,’ you huff.

He just chuckles softly to himself. ‘Come on let’s go back to sleep.’

****

When you wake up again you feel less like death, but it’s way too hot. 

There’s an arm around your waist, your hips snuggled against the curve between a male torso and thighs. It’s not the first time you’ve woken to a man spooning you, but there is no one on this godforsaken island you’d like to spoon with. 

You wriggle your hips, and his hand comes to grip your hip, hard. 

‘Stop wriggling,’ Jungkook says. 

‘I’m trying to get away,’ you protest. 

‘Why?’ he asks, sounding perfectly reasonable. ‘It’s nice spooning like this.’ 

‘Because I hate your personality,’ you explain. ‘I can’t fuck an asshole.’ 

‘Which assholes have messed with you?’ Jungkook demands, not missing a beat. ‘I’ll take care of them.’ 

‘You’re an asshole,’ you point out sweetly. 

Jungkook chuckles, low, his breath near your shoulder making you shiver. 

‘I’ll break open a coconut for you today. And I want to go fishing. Come with me?’ 

‘I’ll check my schedule,’ you reply, coolly. 

His hand tightens on your hip. ‘Don’t be a brat,’ he says. 

You hum, and wriggle your hips again as you pull away from him. 

He gets up and adjusts his bottoms. ‘Let’s go.’ 

‘I could use a coffee,’ you say, longingly. 

‘And I could use a blowjob.’

‘Use your hand,’ you say, unsympathetic.

‘Want to help?’ he asks, hopefully.

‘Nope.’

****

‘You’re going to get sunburn,’ you tell Jungkook. ‘You don’t really need to do that shirtless.’

Jungkook’s trying to catch fish in the small stream you’d found whilst exploring. 

‘I don’t mind if you stare at me,’ he says, generous.

You roll your eyes so hard you make yourself dizzy.

Jungkook sings to himself as he looks into the water.

His voice is higher than you expected considering the way he’s always growling at you, his tone pretty. He carries a tune surprisingly well.

‘You’re scaring the fish,’ you say, sourly.

‘Come and help me then,’ Jungkook says.

You slip off your jeans and step into the stream with him.

‘I bet I can catch one before you,’ you taunt.

He doesn’t answer, and you realise he’s staring at your legs.

‘Fuck,’ he says, finally. ‘Are those pink panties?’

You scowl and ignore him. 

‘You’re making me uncomfortable,’ you tell him.

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologises immediately.

You go back to staring into the water, staying perfectly still. A silvery body skims past your legs, and you reach down quickly and grab it.

The sliminess of the cold scales makes you gag a little, but you hold on tight. 

You take a few steps to the bank and slip on the wet grass, landing hard on your elbow.

Jungkook’s next to you in seconds. ‘Are you ok?’ he asks, concern in his voice.

You loosen your grip on the fish and it flops on the grass.

Jungkook’s hand is curled around your elbow, cupping it.

Like this, his bare chest is inches above yours, his face tipped so close to you that you realise you’re holding your breath.

‘Y/N,’ Jungkook says, eyes intent on you. ‘Are you hurt?’

You swallow. ‘I’m ok,’ you say. 

Jungkook smooths your hair away from your face.

It’s surprisingly tender. 

‘Well done on catching the fish for us,’ he says, voice low. 

‘Who said I was sharing?’ you ask, frowning a little.

Jungkook just laughs softly. ‘You’re so fucking cute.’

You realise his thigh is wedged between your bare legs, high up, and your t-shirt has ridden up.

Jungkook follows the direction of your gaze.

He swallows, and you brace for sexual harrassment.

Instead, he tugs the hem of your t-shirt down and gets up, turning away from you quickly.

‘Let’s try and catch more,’ he says.

***

The fire that Jungkook’s started is pathetic but it’s enough to give you light in the dark now the sun’s setting but also more importantly, it’s enough to make your fish less raw.

You’re wondering where Jungkook is because your stomach feels like it’s digesting itself at the smell of the cooking fish.

He approaches you from the coconut grove, and you try not to watch the way he walks because it’s making you feel a little warm.

His hair’s curling in the humidity, flopping over his eyes. The sun exposure has given his already beautiful skin a glow and damn. Those muscles.

You look at your feet.

‘Here,’ he says. ‘An aperitif.’

You burst out laughing at his goofy expression, and then realise he’s holding out a cracked coconut.

You look at him, wide-eyed. ‘Is this for me?’

‘I promised you I’d crack it open for you,’ he says.

You tilt the coconut over your mouth and moan at the explosion of cool sweet juice that runs down your throat.

‘Jungkook,’ you say, delightedly.

He’s looking at you, almost shy. 

You smile up at him. ‘Thank you.’

You offer it to him, but he shakes his head. ‘It’s all yours. I love how happy you look right now.’

Your eyes fly to his, but he seems perfectly sincere.

‘Thank you for taking care of me,’ he says. ‘I’m sorry I was such an asshole when I woke up.’

‘I couldn’t leave you to die, Jeon Jungkook from Busan,’ you tell him.

‘I’ll crack open as many coconuts as you want, Y/N L/N,’ Jungkook tells you. 

He grins, crookedly at you. ‘Let’s eat.’

****

Jungkook takes a swig of your whiskey and lays back to look at the stars with you.

‘Do you think help is on the way?’ you ask. The alcohol is making you feel strangely sober.

‘I’m sure it is,’ he says, and he’s so convincing it’s hard not to believe him. 

His skin gleams in the glow from the dying embers, flushed a pretty pink from the whiskey.

‘We should make a shelter,’ you muse. ‘We’ve been lucky so far but if it rains we’re screwed.’

‘We should explore the rest of the island too,’ Jungkook suggests.

You take a sip of whiskey. 

‘Maybe tomorrow,’ you say, nodding at him.

He laughs. ‘It’s a date.’

Jungkook leans over you to get the bottle, and for a moment his face is so close to yours you can’t look at him.

He brushes your hair back from your face. 

Your skin tingles at his touch.

He murmurs your name.

His breath warms your cheek like a kiss.

His lips press softly against yours, slow, careful. Your lips part, and he kisses your bottom lip, tugging it.

Your heart skips several beats.

Jungkook’s hand slides around the back of your head, pulling you close, deepening the kiss.

It’s electric. 

In this wild place, with the disaster you find yourselves in, his touch is everything you need.

You moan into his mouth, and you feel the tension in his body.

‘Y/N,’ he says, quietly. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Yes,’ you say. He pulls back a little, eyes searching yours. 

‘Is this what you want?’ you ask, tentative.

He laughs softly. ‘Shit. You have no idea how much I want this.’

He pushes up the hem of your t-shirt, up past the curve of your abdomen. 

‘God, your skin,’ he marvels, big hand splaying over you. 

You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, gratified by the way he stops to stare at your breasts.

Jungkook lays fiery kisses over the tops of your breasts, tongue darting out to lick between them.

Your thighs rub against each other, and Jungkook chuckles. ‘Do you want me there?’

You tug him closer. ‘Yeah,’ you say.

He slips a hand under your panties, groaning at the slickness he finds. 

You tug his shirt over his head, and revel in the feel of his bare torso against yours. 

Jungkook pulls you into his lap, taking control with an authority that surprises and thrills you considering you can barely take him seriously otherwise.

He slants his mouth over yours, grunting a little as you grind against him. 

He hooks his fingers over the waistband of your panties and tugs. 

‘Off,’ he whines.

‘Take yours off, let me see your cock,’ you say, lifting off him just enough to slip your panties down and off one leg. 

Jungkook’s obliging about stripping off, you hadn’t expected otherwise. His erection slaps against his abs as he tugs his briefs off.

He curls a hand around himself, mouth slightly open as he takes in your naked body above him.

His eyes meet yours.

‘I have a condom,’ he announces.

You burst out laughing.

‘You really are some sort of fuckboy,’ you say, amused.

He’s already unrolling it over his cock.

‘Come sit,’ he says, hand on your thigh.

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

You lower yourself onto him, and the slide’s so good you both moan as you take him in to the hilt, his balls snug against your ass.

He whispers praise for you as you ride him, his hands clutching your ass and thighs, spreading you for him.

You don’t catch much of it, lost in the pleasure of his hardness throbbing inside you, stretching you in the best way. 

Jungkook laps at your nipples, seemingly transfixed by the way your tits are bouncing in his face as you ride him.

‘We need to do more of this,’ he pants. ‘So fucking good.’

You want to reply but you cry his name instead as your pleasure peaks and you pulse around his cock. 

Jungkook grunts and holds you tight to him as he bucks his hips. His cry as he cums echoes through the still of the night.

He drops his head on your shoulder, panting, sweaty.

‘You’re a great fuck,’ he says, as though he’s bestowing a huge compliment on you.

‘Damn JK, you never said you were such a romantic,’ you say dryly.

He laughs then. 

‘It took me ten tries to get that coconut open for you,’ he confesses.

‘I appreciate it,’ you tell him.

‘I’ll do it every day if you want.’

‘You should probably get better at it then,’ you say.

You smile at each other.

‘I’m dripping out the condom,’ Jungkook groans.

‘Can you just stop talking now?’ you complain.

Jungkook snickers and taps your ass.

‘Want to go skinny dipping?’

***

‘Hey what’s that?’ Jungkook calls.

You look at where he’s pointing and see what looks like a man-made structure. 

‘Civilisation!’ he whoops, running forward into what looks like a thatched hut.

‘You know what this means?’ you ask. ‘This island must have been inhabited at some point.’

Jungkook’s shuffling his feet along the floor. ‘It’s great not to feel sand or grass. Concrete all the way!’

His enthusiasm is infectious.

You run a hand along the low stone wall like you’ve never felt a wall before. 

Jungkook waggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

‘I’m pretty strong,’ he tells you.

You roll your eyes. ‘Is everything about sex for you?’

‘Most things,’ Jungkook says, cheerfully.

He runs at you suddenly, picking you up in his arms.

‘Let go,’ you complain. ‘I get it, you’re strong!’

‘Say it again, more breathy this time,’ Jungkook coaches.

‘You’re so strong, Jungkook,’ you say, sultry.

He closes his eyes. ‘Now say more, Jungkook.’

‘More, Jungkook,’ you breathe. ‘More.’

‘Fuck,’ he swears.

You squeeze his arm, and his tricep jerks. ‘Come on, we have more things to find.’

‘Quickie in the sex hut?’ he suggests, hopefully.

‘Don’t call it that,’ you warn.

‘Love shack?’ 

‘No,’ you say sternly.

‘I have a condom,’ Jungkook coaxes.

‘Christ, how many did you bring on the flight with you?’ 

He reaches into his pocket like he’s going to count them in front of you.

You put your hand over his.

‘I love that you practise safe sex but now is not the time. We have to keep searching while it’s light.’

He sighs. 

‘Are you pouting?’ you demand, tugging his arm so he’ll turn back to you.

‘No,’ he says, pouting.

You go up on your tiptoes against his chest and press a kiss between his collarbones.

‘You’re cute when you’re sulky,’ you inform him.

‘Is it working?’ he asks, eyes sparkling.

‘No. But sulky Jungkook is better than angry Jungkook.’

‘What about horny Jungkook?’ he asks.

‘He’s the best one,’ you say, approving.

You slip out from under his arm as he tries to grab you again.

****

Jungkook returns, triumphant, from the coconut grove. 

‘I did one for each of us,’ he says, passing you one.

‘Cheers,’ you say, tapping your coconut against his.

He takes a long gulp of his then leans back onto his hands, looking at you.

His lips glisten juicily, and you lean close and lick up his chin.

He tries to grab you, but you’re already back where you were.

‘What should we order in for dinner tonight?’ you ask, jokingly.

‘I could do a steak,’ Jungkook says, considering. ‘Or ribs.’

He puts an arm around your shoulders.

‘Do you know what the stars are called?’ you ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

‘No,’ Jungkook replies. He’s not even looking, sticky lips brushing against the skin of your neck.

He hums his approval as you tug him closer.

‘How many condoms do you have left?’ 

He laughs softly. ‘Let’s put it this way, we’ll run out of food way before I run out of condoms.’

‘There’s always blow jobs,’ you muse.

Jungkook cups a hand over himself. ‘Don’t get my hopes up.’

‘At this rate, I’d blow you for a banana,’ you say. 

Jungkook considers this for longer than you expect. 

You flick him on the forehead. 

‘Are you fantasizing about bananas?’

‘Yeah,’ he says, and you’re still giggling about it when his lips meet yours again.

***

You’re sitting out near the water at sunrise, trying to fight the sense of hopelessness and panic you feel.

There has to be a rescue team on its way, right?

I mean, there definitely would be if it was a big commercial flight.

What about a tiny charter plane?

Someone would have reported that a literal plane fell out of the sky.

Surely.

It’s been days. 

Jungkook lands next to you. He’s been running, trying to expend his excess energy.

The man’s got no off switch.

You?

You just feel tired.

‘Maybe today’s the day,’ he says.

You glance at him. 

‘Fingers crossed,’ you say, mustering up a cheerfulness you don’t feel.

***

The rainstorm starts without warning. One minute you’re fishing, the next you’re trying to get out of the stream. 

You run for the shelter you found.

You can hear Jungkook’s voice in your head calling it the love shack.

You grin wryly to yourself as you hurry towards it.

You strip off your top as you look out for Jungkook. The more sex you’ve had, the more comfortable you feel being practically naked in front of him.

He’d muttered something about finding fruit this morning and you haven’t seen him since.

The rain falls relentlessly, noisily onto the tin roof of the hut.

You’re just about to go looking for him when you see him splashing along.

He bursts into the hut, face frantic.

When he sees you he pulls you into his arms.

You can feel his heart thumping, see the pulse in his neck.

‘Went to the stream. I was worried you’d been swept away in the storm,’ he utters, face against your hair.

‘You were worried about me?’

Your hands are wandering down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You stop when you feel something oddly firm that doesn’t feel quite like his cock.

You’re pretty familiar with his cock.

Jungkook grins down at you. 

‘That’s not me,’ he says.

You’re already reaching into his pocket when he says, proudly, ‘you said you’d blow me for a banana.’

You don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed with him.

All you know is, he looks pretty fucking good smiling down at you, wet hair in his face, tee plastered to his beautiful body.

His eyes darken as he takes in your half-naked body.

‘I’m pretty wet,’ you tell him.

‘Yeah?’ Jungkook says.

He’s pressing you against the wall, hard chest against yours.

He grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.

Your panties are shoved down unceremoniously.

Jungkook spits into his hand and shoves his fingers against your cunt.

You aren’t quite wet enough yet, but you know he’ll get you there.

‘Just get in me,’ you say, mouth against his ear.

You lift your leg and he grabs your thigh, pinning it against his hip.

He lines himself up and pushes in, hard, rough.

‘Fuck,’ you moan. He feels hard, hot and the stretch is exquisite.

Jungkook’s concentrating, brows furrowed as he thrusts. 

He feels so good you could scream.

He squeezes your ass, kneading roughly, grunting as he fucks you.

You realise your mouth is open against his skin, and you bite his neck, a spot you know he’s sensitive.

‘Fuck,’ whines Jungkook. ‘Fuck.’

His hips circle once, twice, and then he’s slamming himself into you.

Your orgasm hits fast and intense, making your knees buckle.

Jungkook cups your ass in his hand, squeezing tight. 

He says your name when he cums.

And then you’re leaning against each other, sweating and panting.

Jungkook’s first to recover. 

‘Snack?’ he offers, holding out the banana to you.

‘Yeah.’ 

You’re eating your bananas, sitting next to each other on the low wall, watching the rain, when you turn to him.

‘We didn’t use a condom,’ you say.

‘I’m clean,’ he replies, so quickly you know it’s occurred to him too.

‘I am too.’

You’re quiet a moment, then he says, ‘my mom keeps hassling me about grandkids.’

You mull that over as you finish your banana.

‘It’s not the right time of the month for it, for me,’ you say, considering. 

‘Ok,’ says Jungkook. ‘I just mean, I’ll — take responsibility.’

His sentence hangs in the air between you.

You turn and kiss him on the cheek, quickly.

‘You’re an asshole sweetheart, Jungkook.’

You exchange a smile and finish the rest of your bananas in silence.

***

‘Fuck,’ says Jungkook. ‘Is that a snake?’

You’re up and dancing instantly. ‘Where?’

Jungkook’s up too. ‘There!’

You follow the direction he’s pointing in and see it. 

It’s black with yellow markings, it’s long, and it is most definitely a snake.

You swallow your scream with effort.

‘Let’s get the fuck out of here,’ Jungkook says. 

He grabs your hand and you run out near the water’s edge.

‘Fuck,’ breathes Jungkook.

‘What?’ you ask, scrambling up his body.

Jungkook steadies you, hands supporting your ass, helping you wrap your legs around his hips.

‘It’s a chopper.’

***

It’s a chopper ride, another plane journey and a bus, another day or so before you arrive in Seoul.

You and Jungkook hold hands for most of the bus journey.

You’re met by your families at the bus terminal.

Your father brings the car round to take you home and you look for Jungkook to say goodbye.

You don’t see him at first, and a sick feeling unfolds in the pit of your stomach. It can’t end like this.

Then you spot him. He’s looking around, like you, and when your eyes meet his smile could stop your heart.

You’re heading towards each other, and the closer you get the better it feels. Like returning to baseline.

You stop too close to him, so close you have to tilt your head to look up at him.

‘You wanna get steak sometime?’ you ask. 

You’re normally shy about asking guys out, but he’s not just a guy. 

He’s Jungkook, and though you wouldn’t necessarily have chosen him as your desert island pick, you don’t think you could have been stranded with anyone better.

He laughs. ‘That’s better than what I was gonna say.’

You tilt your head at him, curious. ‘What were you going to say?’ 

‘I was gonna say you still owe me a blow job for that banana.’

You both freeze as an elderly lady passes by. She gives you a kindly smile.

‘That’s my grandma,’ says Jungkook, and you’re amused to see the flush in his cheeks.

‘Thank god she’s pretty hard of hearing.’

You giggle.

‘I’ll call you, pretty girl,’ says Jungkook. He leans down to kiss you, chaste.

His hand brushes the small of your back, then sneaks down to squeeze your ass.

You try to slap him away but he’s already shoved his hand back in his pocket.

‘Don’t dream of me too much,’ he says. 

You roll your eyes and turn. His laughter rings in your ears as you walk away.

***

You’re nervous.

Objectively, you know you look good, better than your sunburned, bedraggled self on the island, but the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop.

You’re meeting Jungkook for dinner tonight. It’s been two months since you parted ways at the bus terminal.

You’d meant to meet sooner, but life had got in the way. Two weeks had turned into six, and now you’re half expecting him to cancel on you.

It’s been long enough that you’re questioning everything you experienced.

Sure, the sex was mind-blowing.

Sure, you seemed to get on ok, but maybe it was just because he wanted to get his dick wet just in case you didn’t get rescued.

You remember his eyes flashing when he’d accused you of not trying hard enough to get help whilst he’d been unconscious.

The contempt in his eyes when he’d asked you if you’d been ‘playing house.’

You also remember him telling you, quietly and seriously, that he was Jeon Jungkook from Busan, with three dogs, when you’d both thought you were going to die.

You remember the relief on his face when he’d run back to the hut and seen you were safe.

You remember how he gasped your name as he came inside you during the rainstorm.

You have no idea how tonight’s going to go.

You think you get to the restaurant early, but the hostess informs you that Mr Jeon is already waiting at the bar.

You have a sudden flare of anxiety as you’re looking for him that you might not recognise him.

That he might not recognise you.

He sees you first, he’s already getting up from his bar stool when you spot him.

‘Hey,’ he says, smiling warmly at you.

‘Hi,’ you say, a little awkwardly.

His eyes skim over your black dress, the heels you’d agonised over.

You hadn’t wanted to look like you were trying too hard.

Just in case none of it meant anything to him.

‘You look pretty,’ he says.

‘Thanks,’ you reply, ‘you look great.’

He does. He’s gained back some of the weight he lost on the island, his tan’s faded to a pale gold, and his eyes are bright.

‘Shall we?’ he asks, holding out his arm.

***

Your meet-up with Jungkook isn’t going well. You can’t find any common ground.

You’ve resorted to chatting about the weather.

He’s been, none too subtly, checking out your tits.

Everything seems wrong.

You guess you must have been remembering everything wrong, because at this rate, you’ll probably never speak again.

You’re so disappointed you could cry.

Here’s the man you survived a plane crash with. You’d survived being stranded on a deserted island.

Now you’re watching him chew on ribeye and even the meat doesn’t live up to your expectations.

The only saving grace is that you sense he’s as frustrated as you are.

There’s a furrow between his brows, that’s got deeper as the night goes on.

You’re leaning back on your chair, further away from him when all you’ve wanted for the past two months is to touch him again.

You’re completely disconnected from him.

In fact, you’re so far apart it’s like you’re not even in the same room.

You insist on splitting the check.

Neither of you suggests dessert.

You hug him awkwardly as you part ways.

‘See you, Jungkook.’ 

You muster the best smile you have because you suspect this is the last time you’ll make plans to meet and you can’t bear for his last impression of you to be anything but amicable.

Not after everything you’ve been through together.

You turn away and walk down the street. 

You can’t help it.

You turn back once just to see him one last time.

He’s standing where you left him. He’s looking at you too.

Your eyes meet, and you feel it. 

He’s heading towards you now, hurrying, almost running along the crowded city pavement.

His breath comes out in puffs of white when he reaches you, the tip of his nose pink from the cold.

He’s reaching out, arms wrapping around you, pulling you into him.

‘What the fuck was that?’ he gasps, lips against your hair. ‘What the fuck was that?’

You’re already curling your arms around him in turn, pressing your face into his neck.

‘Jungkook,’ you breathe.

‘Y/N,’ he replies, tilting your head up, resting his forehead against yours.

And just like that, everything snaps into focus again. The lights from the street lamps, the sounds of traffic, the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

It’s as sweet as you remember.

***

Jungkook’s apartment is dark, but he doesn’t switch the lights on.

He drops his keys on a table near the door, and in almost the same movement, he’s turned back to you.

‘I’ve missed you,’ he says.

His hot mouth descends onto yours. The kiss is rushed, sloppy, like he can’t even pull himself together enough to kiss you properly.

You aren’t doing much better. He pushes his thigh between your legs, and your clit’s already so sensitive you could come just from that.

‘Jungkook,’ you plead.

‘I know, baby,’ he soothes.

His hands tug uselessly at your dress, and you turn quickly so he can get your zip.

Instead, he yanks up the skirt of your dress and grinds his erection against your ass.

‘Can I?’ he gasps.

‘Yeah,’ you moan. ‘Yeah, now.’

Jungkook’s inside you before you finish speaking.

‘Ahhh fuck,’ he moans, long and loud. 

You arch your back, and his arm tightens around your hips, pulling you back into him, snugger onto his cock.

You cry his name as he fucks you against the door of his apartment, desperately, frantically.

‘Gonna cum, I can’t —-‘

You’re already there, one brush of your own fingers over his and you’re tightening around him, screaming his name as you cum.

Jungkool groans, deep in his chest, and you feel him spilling inside you.

There’s so much of him it leaks down your thighs.

‘Fuck,’ he says, head dropping onto your shoulder. ‘Did I hurt you?’

You’re too fucked out to answer, and a moment later he’s trying to turn you to face him.

‘No,’ you say, reaching back to grab his hips. ‘Stay in me for a bit.’

Jungkook’s arms tighten around you. 

‘I’ve fucking missed you,’ he tells you.

‘I’ve missed you too, JK.’ 

He holds you like that until you both start shivering from the cold and decide to move to his bed.

***

Jungkook’s tracing the line of your cheek with his finger.

You think it’d be more romantic if your lips weren’t currently wrapped around his cock.

He gasps as you press your tongue to the underside of him, and take him in deeper.

He taps your chin. ‘Up.’

You look up at him, mouth full of his cock, and he groans. ‘Fuck! You look so good.’

He’s pulling you up though, off of him, pushing you back against his surprisingly clean bed.

You turn your face into his sheets as he slips his fingers into you.

‘Still so wet,’ he marvels. 

‘It’s your cum,’ you remind him.

‘Yeah. Let me eat it out of you.’

He presses your legs apart and proceeds to lick you out until you’re coming apart on his face.

***

You wake sometime between midnight and the early hours, curled into Jungkook’s chest like how you used to sleep on the island.

He’s pressing kisses against your bare back.

You wriggle your ass against his groin.

He slips into you easily, like he’s always belonged inside you.

He rocks his hips against your ass, his hands coming up to pinch your nipples.

You’re so wet already, you can’t even recall whether it’s Jungkook’s cum or your own arousal. 

You whine his name, and he turns you onto your front. 

‘One more,’ he says, squeezing your ass. ‘One more for me.’

He fucks into you like he can’t get enough, fucking you through your orgasm, pulling out at the last second to paint your ass.

You should get cleaned up, but Jungkook falls asleep with his cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and you haven’t the willpower to pull away from his warmth.

You’ve been through worse together.

***

Three years later

Jungkook walks into the bedroom, and your attention is drawn to the outlandish bulge in his sweats.

Your boyfriend’s not lacking in the size department, but this is something else.

You raise an eyebrow as he climbs onto the bed where you’re lying down.

‘I have something for you.’

‘Is it from the produce department?’ you inquire, unable to tear your eyes away from his groin.

‘Find out for yourself,’ Jungkook says.

You sigh as you reach into his pants.

Your hands graze over what is definitely at least a semi, and then the smooth skin of a banana.

‘If you wanted a blow job, JK —-‘ 

You break off when you see what’s written on the banana, in Jungkook’s neat and precise writing.

Marry me.

‘No,’ you say.

His happy smile falters.

‘Why not?’

‘No way. I’m not marrying some clown who proposes to me with a banana in his pants.’

Jungkook smirks, smugly.

‘I knew you’d say that.’

He cups your face in his hands.

‘Y/N, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?’

It’s oddly conventional, but he seems totally sincere. 

At least it’s not like the previous three times he’d asked, whilst balls deep inside you.

‘I’d love to marry you, Jungkook.’

He kisses you, long and sweet.

‘No takesies backsies.’

‘I take it ba—-‘

He stops you with another kiss.

Then another.

He stops kissing you long enough to present you with a rather beautiful ring.

***

The wedding is going so smoothly it’s making you feel a little jittery.

The venue is beautifully decorated, the guests well-behaved so far.

The wedding party is all accounted for.

Your dress fits like a dream.

All of your and Jungkook’s extended family have managed to fly in to attend. 

You stop at the top of the aisle, and the expression on Jungkook’s face is so tender it makes tears prick at your eyelids.

Jungkook holds your hands against his chest as he recites his vows. 

‘I feel like I was given another chance to live my life, and I can’t imagine doing that without you by my side. Your courage makes me feel grateful every day.’

There’s a sudden spark of mischief in his eyes, and you know him so well you’re already pulling him into a kiss before he says, ‘and you’re a great f—‘

Your lips catch the swear word he was about to say in front of the marriage officiator and all your friends and family.

Jeon Jungkook’s always been a fucking liability.

But damn, you love him anyway. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

[vocalyunho]

company.

pairing — Yunho x reader (f) x ATEEZ

genre — smut [hand kink]

word count — 2.8k

warnings & tags — fingering, clit play, spanking (once), handjob’s mentioned briefly, attempts on being quiet, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, slight degradation, choking, cum eating.

synopsis — Yunho would’ve never guessed that his friends’ company would get you bothered, to this extent.

a/n — this fic is only connected to ‘skilled’ when it comes to Yunho being aware of his partner’s hand kink.

To say that Yunho took advantage of your special interest towards his hands, would be an understatement. The delicate and toned down boy who didn’t even give the right to his friends to make sexual jokes about what he and his girlfriend could be into inside the bedroom, got replaced by a man who didn’t value anything. The place, surroundings or situation didn’t matter to him anymore as long as he could receive a flustered or even embarrassed reaction from you that would lead you to being needy of him even in the most unsuitable occasions.

And speaking of unsuitable occasions, the fingers on your thigh flattened slowly… once again. The exposed flesh, under the blanket, got squeezed inside Yunho’s palm nonchalantly, as if no one was around. You side-eyed him, knowing very well he probably saw you through his peripheral view, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. His eyes never left the tv screen and neither did the eyes of his friends who didn’t seem to care about anything other than the interesting plot of the action film that was getting unrolled before them. 

Taking advantage of their ignorance, Yunho grazed the soft skin and your eyes widened. The scratches of his nails on your thigh usually get followed by a harsh slap that produces a loud noise… and, right now, there are no margins for loud noises and especially ones that don't come from the tv! So, you instantly moved your hand on top of his and turned it so his palm faced upwards before intertwining his fingers with yours.

Yunho smiled at that. A smile that was nowhere close to an innocent one or one that proved pure happiness that his girlfriend took his hand inside her smaller one. It was rather a smile that professed knowledge and determination. However, to your surprise, that action made him stop and relax in his seat while still staring at the tv. 

When a couple of minutes passed and you thought you had successfully gotten away with the abrupt inappropriate mood of your boyfriend, he suddenly shifted from his previous position and brought his lips close to your ear. A sharp breath was the only thing that prepared you for what he had to say.

“you know...those could be inside you right now”.

The long fingers tightened and untightened around yours, almost instantly, and so did your body which got into pilot mode from the fear that someone could’ve heard him. 

“stop”, you whispered back and Yunho chuckled quietly through his nose.

It, partly, wasn’t his fault for acting this way right now. It, actually, wasn’t his fault at all since you had caught him completely unprepared, earlier. Half naked and with his erection in your hand was he when the door in his bedroom got knocked. Hongjoong spoke up, from the other side of the door, asking for what your take-out orders would be for later when you all watched a movie together, and waited to write them down on his phone. Yunho’s eyes widened at his friend’s voice coming from so far yet so close, and his breath hitched when you didn’t stop pumping him and, instead, did it faster. You stared into his eyes as your hand tightened around his cock, making him groan as quietly as possible.

“come on, answer him”, you had whispered in his ear… sweetly abusing the stretched skin and feeling it hotter than ever before against your palm.

You had thought he’d be embarrassed to do as you’d told him, knowing that he never wanted his friends to know anything about his and his girlfriend’s sexual relationship, but what you didn’t know about was the recent need he had to brag to them.

“h-hyung can we tell you later?”

He had responded and you couldn’t believe he indirectly gave away that something sexual was happening inside the room… and that along with the fact that you left him hanging afterwards were the triggers for what he was doing now. He yearned for revenge and that revenge didn’t value the fact that all his dorm-mates were around.

“Yunho stop”, you warned him again when he changed the position of your hands, taking yours inside his and guiding it to his crotch. Your voice was calm, unlike his cock, and quiet enough not to overpower the sounds coming from the tv. But Yunho didn’t care. He guided it under the grey sweats and the underwear he had on until your small fingers could feel his wet tip. This shouldn’t affect you in any way, but knowing that he was hard while all his friends were around, made you feel something you’ve never felt before. You wrapped your hand around the width, without much thought, and squeezed him just enough for his eyes to shut softly and his head to fall back. 

The view was too good and the feeling too but, as much as Yunho would love to receive a handjob from you right then and there, he knew he’d love it more to see you getting all needy for him when you shouldn’t. 

He didn’t stop you but when his hand headed to the white rubber band of your shorts and slid under your panties, you momentarily stopped pumping him. The blanket remained immobile until his fingertips teased your folds making you forget about him and, selfishly, concentrated on yourself. He caressed and spread them for nothing but his mere amusement, giving complete attention to your face which had already morphed into a needy one.

“oh ggod”

Your face fell forwards, not really seeing anything other than the blanket that covered your bodies but what happened underneath it, was too much to process now.

“we shouldn’t-”, you managed to say but before you could finish, his pointer and middle finger teased your hole “Yunho...they-”

And in a finger was. Your brows raised pleadingly, not sure yourself if that meant that you needed him to continue or stop for the sake of his friends being around.

“they’re gonna know only if you don’t keep quiet”, he finished your sentence the way he wanted and pushed the digit in, knuckle deep.

At this point, not receiving any complaints for ‘too much talking’ by the other men was weird, but it relieved you...partly. Partly because the rest of you was getting turned on by the risk of getting caught by them. And the fact that Yunho had already turned you on by his shenanigans, didn’t help at all because now you didn’t want him to stop.

A trembling lip got trapped between your teeth when he started pumping the finger rhythmically. You wanted to close your legs to feel it more intensely but that would cause unnecessary movement to the blanket that could possibly bring all the attention to you, and that shouldn’t happen.

“i’ve only used a finger, how can you be so wet already?”

He didn’t receive a verbal response but your glance towards the people scattered on the other couches and on the floor in front of you while you and Yunho sat on the couch on the back, was enough of an answer. 

“you like risking it and i’m only finding out now?”

You nodded simply, eyes begging him to give you more and heart beating too fast from the effort not to make a sound. He should’ve known from earlier that you were into that, otherwise why would you have kept pumping him while Hongjoong was on just the other side of the door? 

The reminder of what happened a while ago made the veins on his arm more prominent as a second digit accompanied the first. He’d get you on the verge, no matter what. The new stretch was too sweet for you to bear not showing it. It seemed like the need to cry out travelled throughout your body and the way it found to get externalized was by gripping on the couch. Yunho smirked and kept penetrating the, now two, ‘heaven senders’ a little faster than before. 

His routine to fingering you was always the same, except for tonight, yet you hadn’t even noticed. It always started with him caressing you, then feeling your silk and spreading it all over, teasing your clit and, finally, giving you what you wanted… but tonight it was all messed up. The second and third steps had disappeared completely and so had the teasing of your clit which was necessary for getting you wet. But tonight, you’d gotten wet without the need of it…

Your back arched when he curled them and the grip on the couch tightened. 

“f-faster”

It was so embarrassing to think that you had no idea what was going on in the movie anymore and even more embarrassing the fact that you longed for him to give you every inch of his hands right then and there.

Taking advantage of your command, he hammered them faster. The soft silk made it feel like you sucked him in with every insertion and you couldn’t lie… you kinda did. Every withdrawal meant the slackening of your walls and every insertion, the complete opposite. The wetness had almost started creating a squelchy sound when, suddenly, a number of synchronized gasps resounded. Both your eyes widened and with a quick move, you brought your head up.

“what the fuck?”, Wooyoung shouted in disgust.

Yunho halted everything. It took you a long moment and several quick heartbeats to notice the weird looking creature that had come up on the screen and had gotten everyone’s attention. But you were glad it was that that Wooyoung was taken aback by. 

You didn’t control the palliative flattering of your eyes that followed, neither the sudden force of the long fingers that had your lips hanging open in a second. 

Yunho huffed out a quiet laugh and let his head fall forwards in an attempt to hide the mischievous smile. The continuous convulses made him scissor the digits and you almost lost it. That was when a low whimper left your throat, fortunately not too loud for anyone to hear, but still audible.

“keep it down if you wanna come”, he warned.

The secrecy of it all, the risk of getting caught and the fact that you completely depended on Yunho, as a whole, drove you mad. The knot on your belly had already formed. He had to continue.

In a second, you planted your feet on the couch and pushed your hips against him. You started grinding back and forth, in perfect synchronization with his pumps and it felt magical. That spot, finally, started getting teased, you could feel it getting repeatedly hit and with the increase of your grinding rhythm, he picked up the pace of his fingers too. Your eyes rolled back, your hands held on the couch for dear life as you moved along him. The burn was getting hotter inside you, you thought you had everything under control, including your moans until...Yunho pressed on your clit with his thumb and started circling the bud fast. 

And that’s when you completely lost it. 

The heavy breaths and low whimpers that had been struggling to keep down louder noises, lost their power and got replaced by a sudden -too loud- moan and a shudder on your lower back. 

Seven heads turned towards your direction. 

“what the fuck?”

“Yunho? y/n?” 

The men were lost with eyes wide and minds full of confusion. All they could see was you and Yunho cuddling (at least that’s what it seemed like) under a blanket. Everything under it, was hidden from them.

“what the hell’s going on?”

“you needed their attention so bad, huh?”, Yunho spit out, the cockiness in his tone more than noticeable.

“well, now you got it all”, he pushed the blanket off your bodies with his free hand exposing your position which was far from a normal one. The embarrassment you felt was instant but what he did next had that embarrassment getting mixed with something more. He pulled his hand out of you and sat on his knees in front of you, quickly man-handling you to pull the shorts and panties off your body. 

Your naked lower part had the seven boys gawking at the scene before them, some mouths were hung open but they only remained there, staring at what they had never expected to see...or had they?

“come on, spread your legs”, Yunho grumbled “just like you did before. you wanted them to see, didn’t you?”

You gasped when he spread your legs himself and pushed your knees close to your chest before stepping aside. The sticky silk felt both uncomfortable and in need to be used somehow. His fingers found your core once again but, instead of pushing in, he spread your folds exposing what the others weren’t meant to see but the fact that they were, drove you madly horny. 

“i’m so sorry”, you spoke softly “I-”

Your neck and back arched violently. The three digits went knuckles deep, emptying your mind instantly and filling your pussy instead. Yunho pumped them as if he hadn’t stopped previously, leaving zero space for embarrassment or apologies to his friends. 

Showing them his girlfriend losing her mind over something so insignificant to others as his fingers, was a confidence boost he only recently realised he needed. Now, everyone could witness the effect only he had on her and her body.

The squelchy sounds took over. Someone had paused the movie, thus now you were the center of everyone’s attention and Yunho bit his lower lip at the thought of everyone’s eyes being glued to you.

“tell the boys how good you feel”, he growled.

Your eyes, even though droopy and tired, met San’s whose cheeks were flushed from the view in front of him. You’re sure your own cheeks match the colour of his but the little tent between his legs that had started getting too prominent, got you uncontrollably confident out of nowhere. 

“s-so good, so fuckin’ good”, San’s eyes widened more. 

Yunho slapped your clit and San instantly lost contact with your stare as your brows raised and your head fell back. 

“please”, you cried “wanna come”

“you broke the rule”

“i’ll be g-good next time”, a sharp breath followed “y-your good girl- please-”

“PLEASE-”

You had him when you called yourself ‘his good girl’, he didn’t need anything more to abuse the swollen bud mercilessly. Random shapes on your clit accompanied the appearing and disappearing digits that fucked the wetness into your cunt repeatedly. Your lips parted, letting out moans needier than the one that had gotten everyone’s attention ab initio. 

Yunho loved this more than he should. He hammered them relentlessly making the silk produce sounds the boys would take long to get out of their heads. They reached deep, like every other time, but now it felt like he gave his all...scissoring them, curling them just for the sake of the reactions he’d receive.

“fuck yesyesyes”

One hand gripped on the couch harshly to keep you steady. It helped but what he did next was much more of a help. The hand from your clit, wrapped around your throat with force as the other didn’t stop abusing your hole. 

“you got them all worked up d’you see that?”

Your eyes couldn’t focus at first but when they did, your heartbeat quickened more. Wooyoung and Mingi were already stroking themselves at the scene before them and San’s head had fallen back as white ropes of cum had painted his naked abdomen. Only then did you realise that your voice wasn’t the only one echoing in the room...the groans and hisses of the men in front of you along with their actions, created a scene almost pornographic. 

The knot on your lower belly tightened uncontrollably  when Yunho’s fingertip reached the most sensitive part. 

“g-gonna come”

Your lips opened agape, one hand caught Yunho’s wrist that held on your throat and your eyes lost complete focus now. You cried out as a wave of electricity travelled from head to toe and with sudden flinches, you came over his fingers forgetting everyone else’s existence.

He didn’t pull out until the overstimulation got unbearable and then, again, he waited for you to get back to your senses before he licked the digits clean of your cum. It didn’t feel real. When you managed to think clearer, the fact that he had let his friends see all of this, see his girlfriend naked, vulnerable, getting fucked, didn’t feel real… and if that didn’t feel real, what happened next must be something taken from fanfiction.

“Yunho...”, Seonghwa’s voice resounded from behind everyone “c-can I lick her clean?”

[nephilim-problems]

Hi guys! This is a new fic I came up with where the reader is Barry Allen's ex-wife and she moves to Virgina and becomes a part of the BAU. It's basically a cross over between The Arrowverse and Criminal minds. Let me know if you want more 🥰

I had been working at the BAU for 3 years and I felt like I was in a family but what type of person keeps secrets for their family? Everyone is the answer but I felt guilty for hiding a whole half of my life, and my slight crush on my boss. I mean it was only a slight crush I found him very attractive but he of course was my boss and he would never go over that professional barrier. I tapped my pen against my desk, feeling like I had read the same line on the same report 7 or 8 times. This job was great except for the paperwork. The paperwork was always the most boring part. 

    “Guys we have a case,” J.J said walking into the bullpen. 

    I looked up and saw Hotch wasn’t in his office and Rossi wasn’t either. They were probably already at the round table. Morgan came around my side as I push my chair in. 

    “He’s probably already at the table sweetheart,” Morgan said putting his hand on the small of my back. “We should probably head there too.” 

    “Yeah we should,” I sighed letting him lead me away. 

    “There goes my weekend,” Prentiss said taking a seat next to Rossi. 

    “You had plans this weekend?” Morgan asked sincerely as we sat down. “I stopped making plans years ago.”

    “I still like to try,” She smiled. 

    “We wanted to take Henry to the zoo this weekend but I guess Will will have to go alone,” J.J said, sending a text I guessed to her boyfriend. 

    “I actually didn’t have plans so,” Reid replied, making me chuckle. 

    “I wanted to go check out that new restaurant down the street, but I guess there’s always when we get back,” I laughed as Garcia set a case file in front of me. 

    “Happy friday my darling profilers you are going to central city, Missouri, 3 women found dead all dumped by the side of the road going into the city. All 3 showed signs of torture and rape and then there is this, which is why the central city police is calling us in,” Garcia spoke but all eyes wen wide after we saw the pictures.

    “He removed their tongue,” J.J said looking disgusted. “That’s new.”

    “Actually this is the second time we have seen this. The last time was when Holis Walker killed 4 people in order to promote his book,” Reid replied. 

             "So rage maybe?" I said. "Maybe these women mean something to him."

             "He shows remorse with the way he dumps the body," Morgan replied. "But he's so angry when he kills them." 

              "Either Way we have 2 days to find this girl alive. Wheels up in 30," Hotch said, collecting his case files and bolting out of the room. 

               I started to collect mine when Penelope, Emily, and J.J sat around me. They had left all their stuff on the table where they were sitting and they were all staring at me. 

               "So when are you going to tell Hotch you have a crush on him?" Emily asked, staring into me. 

"I-I don't have a crush on Hotch," I chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "He's my boss, that would be completely wrong."

"You think you can hide that from some profilers?" J.J asked, smiling at me. 

"I am not hiding anything," I laughed when suddenly I saw Morgan coming up behind Penelope.

"Baby girl, why are you picking on her," Morgan asked, setting his hands on her shoulders. 

"Oh we're just teasing little miss (Y/N/N) about her crush on hotch," Emily said causing everyone to laugh. 

"And I just said I didn't have a crush on Hotch," I said standing up. 

"Sweetheart we all know, its okay," Morgan laughed, making me uncomfortably shuffle towards the door. 

"I definitely do not have a thing for Hotch," I replied walking towards the door. "I have to get my go bag before anyone else starts in om my supposed crush on hotch." 

I heard laughter from behind me but ignored it and ran to grab my bag. I quickly scooped the bag up and ran to meet the team. 

Soon we were sitting on the jet discussing the case when the pilot announced we would be landing in 10 minutes. That was Hotch's que to start handing everyone a job. 

"Rossi, you and agent Prentiss head to the abduction site, Reid, you and Agent Allen head to the dump site, J.J, Morgan, and I will head to the police department," Hotch finished then Morgan cut in. 

"Reid and I were actually hoping to head to the police department," he said and Reid looked suspiciously at him then turned back. 

"I wanted to start the geological profile," Reid smirked unconvincingly. 

"Okay I will go with Rossi, Prentiss, you head to the crime scene," Hotch replied, sighing and looking over the file. 

"Actually, sir, I would like to go to the abduction site if that's okay with you," Emily smiled. 

"I'll go to the dump site then. We will meet back at the station when we're done,"Hotch replied. 

The rest of the team smiled at each other before looking at me. I rolled my eyes at them and crossed my legs. They were absolutely right though, I did have a massive crush on Hotch. It started as just thinking he was hot and wanting to feel him thrust into me then I found the comforting side of him. I had gotten kidnapped while on a case Morgan joked it was a "rite of passage". It wasn't terrible. He had cut me a bit but when the team had broken open the door to his house it startled him enough for me to wiggle out of my restraints and attack him. Eventually I had to stab him just as Hotch broke in. He doted over me for weeks making sure I was okay and that he was always there if I needed to talk. It was very cute and it made my feelings for him grow more intense; however I was going to deny it until I was blue in the face. Even if it was no use because I was lying to a group of profilers. 

It was an uncomfortable ride to the dump site. I was trying to focus on the file in front of me but it was unbearably hot in the humid Missouri weather and for some horrible reason the a/c wasn't working. I was closer to using the file as a fan than actually looking it at. Hotch had taken his jacket off and loosened his tie which had me on edge. It looked as hot as I felt. I couldn't take my eyes off him but I didn't want him to see me. 

Soon the car was stopping and I was hopping out thankful to be out of the car but somehow it was hotter outside. 

"Hotch I can see the body was from here," I said standing on the other side of the car. 

"So he wasn't trying to hide her," he replied. 

I followed him down off the street and across the crime scene tape. 

"He has to have stayed here awhile. Posing on the victim, her hair is brushed, and her fingernails are painted. But he could be seen from the road," I said, throwing my hands in the pockets of my pants. 

"So he doesn't stand out," Hotch replied. 

"Or he parked his car and hid himself from view." 

"Then the car was plain enough not to raise alarm." 

"We're in Central City Hotch. I lived here for a bit, the locals are helpful. If they saw a car parked here at night they'd probably stop to ask what's wrong." 

Hotch actually looked a bit stumped for the first time since I had started working at the bau. 

"Then he has to have a van or truck," Hotch said.

"That's big enough to conceal her and him but something you wouldn't stop on the side of the road to help," I said stepping around the scene. "What about city or park trucks?" 

"They're large enough to block traffic from seeing him," Hotch paused. "Let's head to the station to meet with J.J, Reid, and Morgan. Hopefully Reid has something with the geographical profile." 

With those words Hotch was off with a phone to his ear I assume to Garcia. I followed close behind and slid in the car with him and we took off to the station. It wasn't far. We talked about the heat mainly and Central City. When we pulled up to the station I got queezy. This meant I'd have to see Joe and Barry again. It was a life I was hoping would never clash with this one. 

Hotch parked and we walked up the steps to the central city police station. It looked just as I remembered it, beautiful. J.J came fast approaching and stopped in front of Hotch. 

"Hotch, Captain Singh may have brought us in but the officers aren't cooperating. Detective Joe West was the officer assigned to this case." J.J said, stopping us in our tracks. 

"Is he cooperating?" Hotch replied. 

"For the most part yeah," J.J said tapping her thighs which she only did when she was frustrated. 

"They won't cooperate because of the flash," I piped up and they all looked at me confused. 

"Who is the flash?" J.J asked. 

"He's a vigilante from Central City. The U.S government has kept a handle on any information about him to keep from a vigilante crisis," Hotch replied. 

"If central city has the flash, why are we being called in?" J.J asked. 

"The flash is good at catching people but he isn't a detective. He can't find these women like we can," I replied. 

"I don't care about the flash right now, the only thing we should be focused on is finding this girl in the next 40 hours," Hotch said walking by J.J and into the bullpen. 

I followed and saw Joe talking to Reid and Morgan in a small glass room on the other side of the bullpen. I basically ran over and opened the door so excited to see Joe again. Then I saw Barry standing with them. 

"(Y/N)," Joe called out. 

"Joe," I smiled as he grabbed me into a large hug. 

"It's so good to see you," he said, squeezing me tightly. 

"It's so good to see you too," I smiled, parting from the hug and pulling Barry in. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his hugs. 

"It's been awhile (Y/N/N)," Barry said and I could hear the smile in his voice. 

"Yeah, I've missed you Bares," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

"I missed you too," Barry mumbled as I pulled away. 

"You guys know each other?" Morgan asked. 

"Yeah, I was in college and I lived with Joe, Barry, Wally, and Iris," I said feeling a bit happier. 

"Barry has been helping us with the forensic side of things," Reid replied. 

"How far did you get with the geographical profile?" I asked 

"Not very far," Reid said, making his nervous smile. 

"Don't tell Hotch that," I smirked and patted him on the shoulder. 

"We're thinking male, white, late 20s early 30s, sexual sadist," Morgan said, throwing the file down. 

"Hotch and I think he might work for the city or parks. He's got a truck that gives him enough privacy to pose the victim and brush her hair," I said. "And the only thing we could think of was city and park vehicles." 

"I already called Garcia to check for white males in their late 20s early 30s that have access to city or park vehicles," Hotch said standing over me. 

"That's almost anyone," Joe replied. "Anyone who works for the city, parks and recreation, police, or even just rich CEOs who donate." 

"Can you get me a list of all those people?" Hotch asked. 

"Yeah," Joe replied and started walking. "Barry, I'm going to need your help." 

"Coming Joe," Barry replied. "(Y/N/N) you s-should come by for dinner. Iris would love to see you." 

"I'll make time for it Barry," I smiled and squeezed his arm as he left. 

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell us you were from here?" Morgan asked. 

"I'm not from here," I laughed trying to brush him off. "Iris, Barry, and I went to college together. We've kept in contact the best we can but things have happened." 

"Oh yeah what things?" Morgan laughed as Emily and Rossi came in. 

"The victim put up a huge struggle," Emily said and I silently cheered. "She threw anything within reach at him. We found bullet holes in the walls. We think she had a gun." 

Suddenly Morgan pulled out his phone.

"Hey baby girl it's Morgan," he said and we all knew he was calling Garcia. "I'm going to put you on speaker." 

"Hey Garcia, did Alyssa Smith have a gun registered to her?" Emily asked, putting her hands on the table. 

"Yes she did own a gun. She also had a hunting license," Garcia replied. 

"Did any of the other 3 victims?" Hotch asked, setting his hand on the lower of my back. It sent chills down my spine as I tried to focus. 

"Yes, all 3 victims had gun licenses and hunting licenses," Garcia replied. 

"Thanks baby girl," Morgan said. 

"Anything for you my love," Garcia replied as Morgan hung up the phone. 

 "You know, cases where victims have and use guns scare the shit out of me," I said, taking a step back and feeling slightly sad when Hotch took his hand off of me. 

"Thats our only pattern," Reid sighed. 

"I don't know if you've noticed but central city isn't exactly a hunting gun owning town. Most people don't own a gun unless you work in law enforcement," I replied. 

"Detective West said  law enforcement was on our list of people who had access to the vehicles we are looking for," Hotch said. "Get Garcia on the phone. I'm going to see if I can check on that list." 

"I'm going to talk to Barry and see if he has any contacts who saw anything," I said, starting to walk towards the door. 

"J.J make sure this doesn't get leaked to the press," Hotch said following. "Agent Allen, I need to talk to you." 

"Uh, yes sir," I said walking out and standing on the side.