#the way she holds him tighter and he like fuses their heads together

[iamacolor]

You thought I'd never find out if you didn't tell me ? I've been looking for you for so long ! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, when I told you I'd find you. How did I not know it was you when you're the person I can rely on just like I did in the past?

MY SWEET MOBSTER - EPISODE 13

[cheynovak]

Texas sky – part 4

Summary: Y/N, a former cast member of Supernatural, had left Texas for LA several years ago, citing career reasons but also escaping unresolved personal issues. During a reunion party in Austin, she reconnects with Jensen Ackles, who is still married to Danneel but also struggling with his own difficulties.  He confronts Y/N about her sudden departure and their past, hoping things might turn out differently this time.  

Warnings: Friend to lovers, old love rediscovering, marriage problems, cheating, alcohol, hurt, anger, fluff, ...  

English is not my first language   

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

Jensen was already awake when I stirred, his soft green eyes watching me with a tenderness that made my heart ache. His hand hoovering over my cheek and then my lips, I felt it, even though he didn't touch me.

Neither of us dared to address it, not wanting to shatter the fragile peace that lingered between us. Yesterday we spent all day in bed, just holding each other, fingers drawing circles on each other's skin. Lips occasionally finding the other for a passionate moment. Until we fell asleep.

He smiled softly as I blinked away the remnants of sleep, and his whispered "good morning" was laced with the unspoken truth of what we both knew was coming.

Instead, he asked if he could take a shower, and I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I knew he was stalling, that he was trying to hold on to these final moments just as desperately as I was. And I didn’t care. I wanted him here with me, for as long as I could have him, even if it was only for a little while longer. As I watched him disappear into the bathroom, I knew that once the water stopped and the steam cleared, reality would come rushing back in.

I slipped out of bed and stood there, leaning against the doorframe, watching Jensen as the water cascaded over his shoulders. His posture was tense, his head bowed under the stream, and I could see the weight of his thoughts in the way his muscles strained. The sight tugged at something deep inside me, an ache I couldn’t ignore. Before I knew it, I had moved closer, stepping into the shower behind him, the warm water instantly soaking my white shirt and black silk panties.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek against his broad, damp shoulder. For a moment, we just stood there, letting the water wash over us, as if it could cleanse away the pain that clung so stubbornly between us.

“I should be happy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “And in a way, I am. But it hurts, Jensen. It hurts that you’re going back.”

He didn’t turn around, but his hand came up to cover mine where it rested on his chest. “I want to be with you,” he said, his voice raw, stripped of all pretense. “But I can’t leave my kids. If it was just Danneel, I’d divorce her right now, but... I’m scared she’d take them from me.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, the stark honesty in them both a comfort and a curse. I knew he meant every word, that his love for his children was the one thing that held him back. And I couldn’t blame him for that. How could I?

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I pressed my face harder against his shoulder, holding him tighter, as if I could somehow fuse our bodies together and make the world outside disappear.

“I know,” I murmured, my voice breaking. “I know you can’t leave them. And I would never ask you to.”

As the water cooled around us, we remained locked in each other’s embrace, the world outside fading away. When Jensen finally turned to face me, his hands moved gently over my body, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through me. He smiled softly, his gaze drifting down to the wet shirt clinging to my skin, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. The sensation was electric, a reminder of the connection we had, one that went beyond words.

"I’ll find a way," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His lips found mine in a tender, lingering kiss that held all the promises he couldn’t speak out loud. "Just give me a little more time," he begged softly, his forehead resting against mine.

I nodded, my mind barely processing the action. How could I say no when his words were filled with such desperation? I wanted to believe him, to trust that he would find a way for us to be together. But deep down, I knew the reality we faced. Still, I nodded, because in that moment, I couldn’t bear to do anything else.

His hands continued their slow exploration of my body, as if he was memorizing every curve, every line, for when he’d have to let go. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed together under the cooling water. We kissed again, a kiss that was both a promise and a goodbye, neither of us willing to let go just yet.

But eventually, the water turned cold, and the reality of the world outside this shower intruded once more. Jensen pulled back slightly, his green eyes searching mine, filled with a mixture of longing, regret, and something that looked painfully like hope.

"Just a little more time," he whispered again, as if trying to convince himself as much as me. I nodded again, this time more slowly, feeling the weight of what I was agreeing to.

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Months had slipped by in a blur of stolen moments and secret rendezvous, each one leaving me more torn than the last. Jensen would sneak into my house whenever he could, his presence both a comfort and a source of deepening guilt. Every time he kissed me, the world felt right, but when he left, the wrongness of it all came crashing down around me.

I tried to push the thoughts aside, to bury them beneath the heat of our passion, but they always resurfaced, especially when he would pull away just when I needed him the most. Each time I’d ask him when things would change, when we could stop hiding, and each time, he’d ask for more time, whispering promises I was beginning to doubt he could keep.

But not today.

Today, I was done with the excuses, done with the half-truths and empty reassurances. I reminded myself I promised myself not to be a mistress, never be the homewrecker. Yet here I was breaking my own self worth, my own promise.

As soon as he stepped through the door, I didn’t greet him with the usual warmth. Instead, I stood firm, my arms crossed over my chest, the weight of everything we’d become hanging heavy between us.

“Jensen, this has to stop,” I said, my voice flat, betraying none of the turmoil inside me.

He looked at me, confusion crossing his features. “What do you mean? I thought we—"

“I’m tired of the lies,” I cut him off, my tone sharper than I intended. “You keep telling me you need more time, but nothing is changing. We’re still hiding, still sneaking around like we’re ashamed of what we have. What’s the point if all we’re ever going to be is a secret?”

Jensen’s face fell, the hopeful light in his eyes dimming. He opened his mouth to respond, but I didn’t give him the chance.

“Do you even want me, Jensen? Or is this just some fantasy for you? Because it feels like you’re perfectly content keeping me hidden away, only coming to me when it’s convenient for you.” My voice was rising, the frustration and hurt I’d been holding back for weeks finally spilling over.

I didn't mean it.

Jensen looked like a beaten dog, his shoulders slumping as the words hit him. He reached out for me, but I stepped back, needing the distance to keep from breaking down completely.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice trembling. “Don’t touch me unless you can tell me the truth. Unless you can tell me what you really want.”

“I want you,” he whispered, but the words felt hollow, as if even he didn’t believe them anymore.

“Then why does it feel like I’m nothing more than a dirty little secret to you?” The pain in my chest was nearly unbearable, but I refused to let the tears fall.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m just... I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” I demanded, my hands shaking. “Scared of being with me? Or scared of leaving her?”

He looked down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze. “Both,” he admitted after a long pause, the word barely more than a whisper.

The admission hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence louder than any argument we could have had.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jensen,” I finally said, my voice breaking. “I can’t keep being your secret, your escape. I deserve more than that. We deserve more than that.

“I know,” he said, his voice full of regret. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough,” I whispered, feeling the tears finally spill over. “You need to decide what you really want, Jensen. And if it’s not me, then...”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. The thought of him choosing her, of losing him for good, was too much to bear.

Jensen took a step towards me, his hand reaching out as if to comfort me "Y/N. please..." , but I shook my head, stepping back again.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I need to be alone. And I think you need some time to think."

For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering in the air between us, but then he let it fall to his side. He nodded, his face a picture of devastation, before he turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing there, heartbroken and unsure if I’d ever see him again.

The words I’d just said to Jensen echoed endlessly in my mind, haunting me with their truth: I can’t keep being your escape. I deserve more than that. We deserve more than that. The weight of those words felt too familiar, as if history was repeating itself.

I couldn’t help but remember the night before his wedding. He had invited me to his bachelor party, a gesture that had surprised me given the circumstances. But I hadn’t shown up at the club, too caught up in my own emotions after a disastrous date. I’d told myself it was better to stay away, to give him space on the eve of his new life. But that plan had shattered when I heard the sound of car horns outside my door.

--

Jensen’s car had pulled up, the windows down, and I could hear Jared and the others calling my name, urging me to join them. I was about to turn back inside, to ignore the noise, when Jensen himself got out of the car. He was tipsy, his smile easy and charming, but when he saw me, his expression shifted. He noticed something was wrong, his eyes narrowing in concern.

“Hey, what’s going on? You never came to the pub?” he asked, his voice softer than I expected. "Horrible date, norhing to worry." I answered, "Go, have fun tonight."

I saw the shock in his eyes before he looked at Jared and told him to head back to the club, promising that we’d be there in a minute.

Once the cars drove away, we stood there for a moment, the night air heavy with the things neither of us wanted to say. Finally, I walked inside, and he followed me, my heart pounding in my chest.

We sat on the tiny couch in my living room, the silence between us growing heavier by the second. He didn’t press me for details about what had happened on my date, and I didn’t offer any. Instead, we just sat there, close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s presence but far enough to keep the unsaid words from spilling over.

“I didn’t know you were dating?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.

I shrugged, unable to meet his eyes. “Just, you know, trying to.” He didn’t push further, but I could feel his gaze on me, searching for answers I wasn’t ready to give.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, “You know you’re my best friend, right? I mean, I know things are changing, but that’s not going to.”

The words were meant to be comforting, but they only made the ache in my chest worse. I nodded, forcing a smile, but inside, I felt like I was falling apart.

“Jensen, you’re getting married tomorrow,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “Things are already changing, whether we want them to or not.” And it's not the change I wished for. I thought.

He looked at me then, really looked at me, and for a moment, it felt like he could see right through all the walls I had built up. His gaze was so intense, so filled with a mix of emotions, that I couldn’t hide anything from him even if I tried. He reached out and took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring, but instead of comforting me, it only made me feel more unsteady, like I was on the edge of something I wasn’t ready to face.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “What’s really going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. All the years of unspoken words, of buried feelings, were bubbling up to the surface, and I didn’t know if I had the strength to hold them back anymore.

“I’m just... I’m tired, Jensen,” I finally whispered, my voice cracking with the strain of holding back tears. “I’m tired of chasing love. Of always being the one who waits, who hopes, who never gets what she really wants. I want to feel real love... the kind that doesn’t make you question everything, the kind that just is.”

I looked at him. "I want my happy ending." with you.

Before I even realized what was happening, Jensen moved closer, his hand tightening around mine, as if he heard my thougts. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, soft and urgent, filled with a longing that matched the ache in my heart. I was stunned, frozen in place, unable to respond as my mind raced to catch up with what was happening.

The kiss was unexpected, a sudden surge of emotion that neither of us seemed prepared for. His lips moved against mine, trying to coax a response, but I was too shocked, too overwhelmed to react. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes searching mine for any sign of what I was feeling. I could see the fear in his gaze, the fear that he had crossed a line, that he had pushed too far.

“Y/N, I—” he started, his voice trembling.

But I didn’t let him finish. I reached up, my fingers brushing against his lips, silencing him. I wasn’t ready to speak, to acknowledge what had just happened. I was still trying to process it, to understand what it meant.

Jensen’s eyes clouded with uncertainty, his usual confidence wavering as he stared back at me. My thumb brushed over his lips, and I could feel the slight tremble beneath my touch. There was something in his gaze that sent a jolt of nervous energy through me, something that made my heart race and my mind whirl with a thousand possibilities.

“What’s wrong, J?” I asked softly, trying to ground myself, to keep from being swept away by the intensity of the moment.

His hand reached up, covering mine, holding it against his face like he was afraid to let go. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of marrying the wrong person, of chasing after something that isn’t real, that doesn’t make me feel… whole.”

The way he looked at me, so raw and open, made my stomach twist. There was a desperation in his eyes, a silent plea for something I wasn’t sure what he meant.

I could feel my nerves spiking, the intensity of his gaze too much to bear. I needed to move, to do something to break the tension before it suffocated us both. I stood up abruptly, needing the distance, needing a drink or anything to distract myself from the way he was looking at me. But before I could take more than a step, Jensen followed, closing the space between us in an instant.

His body pressed against mine, trapping me between him and the counter. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the undeniable evidence of what he wanted pressing into me. His hands were on my waist, fingers digging into my skin as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting me go. His breath was warm against my ear, and I felt every word as he whispered them.

“Please… don’t go,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. “I need you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this, the only one who understands.”

My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. The temptation to give in, to let myself be swept away by him, was almost overwhelming. But even as my body responded to his touch, my mind screamed for me to stop.

That’s when the words spilled out, the ones I didn't meant. “I can’t be your escape, Jensen,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my resolve. “I deserve more than that, more than one night. Let's not ruin this friendship for one night of pleasure.”

Please tell me your want me, not her. Tell me and I'll give you everything. My mind screamed.

He froze against me, the reality of my words sinking in like a cold shock to his system. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression filled with a mix of hurt and confusion.

“You’re right... I-I'm sorry.” he started, but I cut him off, needing to say it all before I lost the courage.

“You’re about to marry someone, Jensen. Someone who’s supposed to be your everything. But you’re here, with me, looking for… I don’t even know what. And I... I want you happy"

When I thought of that night tears welled up in my eyes. I still refused to let him fall. I couldn’t afford to lose him.

I had let him go so many time, And it hurts every single time.

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[torreshalstead]

I’ll show you mine - part 6

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 6/?

Notes - thanks for the love on this story and sorry for the cliffhanger! Happy Reading ❤️ AO3 Link

Rating - updated to Mature

As she opened the door, Jay came into view. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, his normally neat hair was sticking out at odd angles as if he had spent the day running his hands through it constantly. His eyes were just as green as she had recalled but they were missing the sparkle she had seen the last time he had been in her apartment, they were now swimming with something else - sadness, anger, confusion? Hailey couldn’t quite tell.

‘Hey,’ she said quietly, not trusting herself to say anything more as she looked at the man in the doorway. She had been right not to listen to his voicemail, right not to turn back to look at him in the district, her resolve was crumbling and he hadn’t said a single syllable since she opened the door.

‘Did I do something wrong Hailey?’ He asked, or more accurately pleaded.

Hailey shook her head, her ability to speak had vanished.

‘Did I misread everything? If I did, please tell me and I’ll leave you alone,’ his anguish was clear and Hailey hated herself for being the cause.

She opened the door wider, a hope that the silent signal was enough for him to understand. He took a second but then dropped his head slightly and crossed the threshold. This time when the door closed behind them, he didn’t spin her around and pin her to the door, he didn’t fuse his lips to hers, they both stood awkwardly, unsure who was going to take the lead and make the first move.

‘A drink?’ She offered, her voice hoarse and shaky. Gone was the confident Hailey who was certain of her actions and her decision. This Hailey was questioning everything she had decided in the past two days.

‘Thank you,’ he said flatly, but still toed off his shoes and took a seat on the couch.

Hailey took a moment's reprieve as she grabbed two tumblers from the cupboard and a bottle of whiskey from the counter. Liquid courage was what she needed. She poured a couple of fingers of the liquid into the two glasses, allowing herself a fraction more which she sipped before bringing them over to where Jay sat.

‘Thank you,’ he said as she passed him the glass, she ignored the spark that sizzled up her arm when his fingers brushed hers for a fraction of a second.

She took a seat next to him, as far away as she could sit without perching on the arm of the couch - and that would look stupid. She watched from the corner of her eye as he kept his gaze firmly on the amber liquid but didn’t raise it to his lips once.

Wondering if he was waiting for her, she lifted hers and took a large sip, letting the whiskey slide down her throat with ease, relishing the slight burn it left in its wake.

‘You didn’t do anything wrong,’ she said quietly, not looking at him as she spoke, it was easier to not look at him. ‘It was all me.’ She wasn’t going to lie to him, he didn’t deserve that from her.

She swallowed but carried on, holding her glass a little tighter to still the shaking in her fingers, not wanting to show a chip in her armour.

‘I panicked,’ she admitted, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. ‘After you said that there might be an offer from Intelligence on the table, I panicked what people might say if they found out we slept together.’

‘I wouldn’t tell-’ Jay started but Hailey shook her head.

‘I know,’ she said, ‘but that didn’t stop the worry. You’ve worked in the department long enough to know what happens to women when people think they are sleeping their way up the chain, they are marked forever Jay. Even if it’s not true, it affects their lives in more ways than one usually. I didn’t want that. Couldn’t have that,’ she corrected herself.

‘So I blanked you, and I’m sorry,’ she said, turning to him and offering him an apologetic smile. ‘I thought if you thought I was too much work you would blank me too and we could pretend what happened between us meant nothing, or that it ever happened.’

‘Is that what you want?’ Jay asked, the hurt clear in his voice. ‘To pretend it never happened?’

‘No,’ she admitted. ‘I don’t, but Jay I can’t put my career on the back burner. It doesn’t just affect me.’

‘Okay,’ he said, unsure of what she was really saying.

‘I just need to know something,’ Hailey said and when Jay gave her a nod to continue added, ‘did you speak to Voight about me more or after we spent the night together?’

‘I never spoke to Voight about you,’ Jay said bluntly and when Hailey raised a questioning eyebrow he clarified. ‘Not in the way you think, I didn’t go to him and fight your case. He said he wanted to offer you a spot and wanted to know if I thought you’d take it. I said not without Atwater or Ruzek, but that’s all. He wanted you from what you’d shown him. I didn’t need to sell him on you, you did that all on your own.’

Hailey felt the colour rush to her cheeks.

‘But to answer your question, he had that specific conversation with me before we went for drinks after the case,’ Jay set his glass down on the coffee table and turned to face her. Hailey thought she saw his hand twitch as if he wanted to reach across to her and then thought better of it. ‘Did you think I would really use us sleeping together for leverage?’

‘No,’ Hailey said, ‘I just wasn’t thinking clearly. I know you’re not like that, at least I hope you’re not,’ she tentatively smiled and breathed clearly when he returned it.

‘I’m not. I slept with you because I wanted to Hailey, and I thought you wanted it too. If I crossed a line there then I am sorry,’ Jay said.

‘You didn’t cross a line, at least not in that way. Maybe in the way of sleeping with a colleague but I assure you, it was a mutual want,’ Hailey smiled.

‘Was?’ Jay questioned and Hailey chuckled. ‘Past tense only?’

‘No, not just past tense,’ she smirked. ‘But it’s complicated…’ she let her voice drift off.

‘Okay,’ Jay said, leaning back slightly and giving her room to voice her concerns if she wanted to. She did, she just wasn’t sure he really wanted to hear them.

When she didn’t say anything for a moment, her hands tightening around her glass so her knuckles were turning white, Jay took it out of her hands and placed it on the table.

‘It’s not just past tense for me either, Hailey,’ he said softly.

‘I can’t have people thinking I just screwed you to get me and my team into Intelligence,’ Hailey said. And then feeling a little hint of bravery kicking in from the whiskey added, ‘if we do this, and it goes further than just a night.’

‘Okay,’ Jay said and Hailey was struck suddenly by how good a listener he was. She kicked herself for running out on him the morning before, if she had just spoken to him then she would have saved them both a lot of internal torment. ‘If you’re in Hailey, I’m right there with you. And if you want to keep it under wraps until you’re established in the unit, then that’s fine with me.’

‘Are you sure?’ Hailey said, her eyes wide. She had assumed he would say he couldn’t be bothered, that the odd roll in the sack wasn’t worth the added complexity of having to sneak around the district.

‘I’m sure,’ he said, reaching across to take one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together and letting their joined hands fall into his lap. ‘What I should have said earlier, Hailey, is that I didn’t just sleep with you because I wanted to. But I wanted more too. I didn’t just want a one night stand with you, I don’t want to sound forward or make you run for the hills, but I see something between us.’

‘Me too,’ she said softly, relishing in the feeling of his hand in hers. ‘And you’d be okay with no one knowing?’

‘If I get to be with you, then I’m more than okay with it,’ Jay said.

‘And what if I’m not worth it?’ Hailey asked, dropping her gaze down as her self deprecating tendencies made themselves known.

‘You are worth it,’ Jay said quietly, scooting himself over to her side of the couch and using his other hand to lift her chin to face him. ‘You’re worth everything,’ he murmured, leaning forward but giving her a chance to pull back. She didn’t want to pull back so held his gaze and let her eyes drift close as she felt his breath on his face.

He pressed his lips softly against hers, it was chaste but still full of emotion. When he pulled back, she let her eyes flutter open and was met with his smiling face.

‘What about Voight?’ Hailey said once she had regained some of her composure.

‘You want to talk about Voight now?’ Jay chuckled, rubbing his thumb across her cheek.

‘I just mean, is he okay with in-house dating in his unit?’

‘Technically no,’ Jay said but before Hailey’s hope could drop, he added, ‘but if we are going to be technical about it. This is a pre existing relationship, those I believe he frowns upon less.’

‘Pre existing,’ Hailey pondered. ‘I guess it is.’

‘So I can kiss you again?’ He asked, glancing down to her lips as he drew himself back into her again.

‘You can,’ she said quietly but couldn’t say anything more before Jay’s lips were firmly on hers again.

Gone was the chaste kiss from before, this was the Jay from the bar, the one who wanted to rip her clothes off and she wanted nothing more than to let him and then reciprocate just as fiercely.

She kissed him back, letting her hands reach around his back and slide under his shirt, her fingers digging into the smooth expanse of his skin. Kissing Jay was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She had kissed her fair share of guys, but with his lips against hers, she had wondered if she had ever truly been kissed before. She was pretty sure he could push her over the edge just with his lips on hers. She felt like putty in his hands, letting herself melt into him.

‘Bedroom?’ She murmured against him before she lost the chance to form any kind of coherent thought. With one hand buried in her hair and the other beginning to work its way under her shirt and up to her breast, she knew her time was limited.

He nodded and pulled back, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen - clearly she made him feel the exact same way he did to her, the thought sent a jolt of electricity through her. His eyes were dark with lust as he stood up, tugging her up and pulling her towards the bedroom.

She was happy to let him lead the way, took a moment to let her eyes drift over his shoulders, down his back and over his arse. She couldn’t be blamed, the man had one hell of an arse.

When he turned around however, her eyes were still glued to his backside so they now lingered on the front of his pants, a very evident bulge straining against the denim.

‘Are you ogling me Miss Upton?’ Jay sassed as he reached behind her to close the bedroom door, backing her up slightly into it as he spoke.

‘It’s Detective,’ she said, letting go of his hands and using both of hers to tug her shirt over her head.

She’d been home alone for a few hours, so her bra had long been disposed of. Jay’s pupils grew two sizes as he let his eyes fall to her chest where her nipples were already pert even though the air in the room was anything but chilly.

‘My apologies Detective,’ Jay murmured, not lifting his eyes. Hailey stifled a chuckle which was knocked from her throat and Jay dropped to his knees and tugged her close. He started to pepper her stomach with kisses, his fingers finding a firm grip on the globes of her arse. Her fingers tangled themselves into his hair, both to steady herself from the onslaught of kisses but also to keep him close.

She hummed in response when his tongue started to drag itself across her skin. She felt him chuckle against her stomach and he clearly took her noises of pleasure as a sign that she was ready for more. His hands found their way to the waist band of her pants where he made light work of undoing her belt and tugging her jeans and panties down her legs in a smooth motion.

He helped her step out of them and Hailey expected him to stand up and they could fall into bed together. What she didn’t expect was for him to kiss her just below where the waistband of her panties would have sat if they weren’t currently lying on the floor in a pile with her jeans somewhere behind Jay.

Hailey’s fingers tightening in his hair and he looked up at her, his eyes glistening with lust and a smirk fixed to his face. He nudged her legs slightly further apart and Hailey realised he had no intention of them making it to the bed right now, he was a man on a mission and that mission was diving between her legs and making her forget her own name. She knew from their previous escapade that the man had a way with his tongue but that had clearly only been a sample menu. This was three courses and the wine list.

She was making noises she had never made before, her eyes both wanted to squeeze shut but she also couldn’t take her eyes off the top of his head as he licked between her folds, nibbling on her clit and eventually slid a finger into her, curling it so it hit just the right place. Her fingernails dug into his scalp so hard she thought she might draw blood as she careened towards her first orgasm of the evening, her head thudding back against the door but he didn’t let up, clearly aiming for more than just a participation medal today.

She had to tug him from her to give herself a second to breath, he sat back on his heels and glanced up at her, his mouth and chin shining from her arousal and his smile wide.

‘Bed,’ she said breathlessly, attempting to pull him up by his shoulders but her legs weren’t the only part of her that was still shaking, her hands were trembling just as much.

‘Condom?’ Jay asked, but Hailey shook her head.

‘I’m on the pill and clean so only if you want to,’ she said, as she tugged at his shirt, desperate to get her hands on his bare skin.

‘I’m clean too,’ he said, reaching down to press his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his tongue and it just turned her on even more.

‘Off,’ she said as she tugged again at his shirt.

He chuckled but obeyed and pulled his shirt off over his head and made quick work of removing his jeans and boxers without Hailey needing to provide any further instructions.

He was already hard as a rock as she wrapped her hand around the base of him, letting her hand slide up and over the tip. He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder.

‘I won’t last if you keep doing that,’ he murmured as he connected his lips to her shoulder, his teeth biting gently across the skin as Hailey continued her ministrations, her grip applying a small amount of pressure - his moan indicating that it was the correct amount.

‘Then we will have to go again,’ she grinned, not slowing down. ‘We’ve got all night,’ she said and when Jay nodded and hummed in response, she knew that it wasn’t just only the night they had. This was about something much more than just sex to both of them, and they knew that. Even if it was going to be a little complicated.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

More Real Parts

Since I'm rather insulated here still, I guess I'm more comfortable sharing in a more intimate way than I was on previous writing platforms. So here's a piece of my book Unscripted (which if you've read it, this is actually a piece of a book that's inside that book...I know) that's pretty damn real. I wrote an essay called An Attainable Fantasy about how the one D/s love story I wrote with obvious power exchange and kink in it was a lot like our dynamic at home, which isn't what a lot of people think of probably when they think of a D/s marriage. And how I'm so grateful that J is such a caring and thoughtful and considerate man. That's what my fantasy man is. I'm so lucky. Anyway, again, this is probably way more sexy than shit I used to put up, but it's just the people I like the best here. This is a real part.

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“I want more,” Casey whispered, her chin lowered so it nearly touched her chest and her eyes downcast. Max pensively licked his lips and watched her delicate hands. She drew attention to them by stretching her sleeves down over her palms, revealing only her fingers, frantically gripping and releasing the edge of the fabric. Max knew this was a nervous tic, but he found it fetching. He reached out to take her hands in his. That was the first way he’d touched her. Months of inching further into physical intimacy gave them plenty of time to dive completely into emotional intimacy. Now they lived together, but she was still timid about initiating affection. He pulled her marginally closer.

“Are you sure?” Max took her careful progression very seriously, but an electricity ran through him at her short three words. He loved earning her trust, little by little, and seeing her grow by the day, but at the moment, he longed to hear an unfiltered, courageous ‘yes.’ And he got one.

“Yes.” She raised her gaze to meet his, but her head stayed bowed. When she looked to him that way, questioning and shy, he wished in unison for her to gain the confidence to never do it again and for her to know how much it affected him so she’d never stop doing it. Max had walked beside her, holding her hand on a slow journey for nearly a year. When they’d met, she’d not been touched with any affection since her early childhood, let alone in any type of sensual way. She’d come so far to where they stood now, with her asking for a more impenetrable bond; for greater adventure with him; to fulfill things he only dreamed about doing.

The first time he made love to her it was slow and sweet and protective, just as she needed. He needed that beginning too. He loved holding her; showing her she was safe opening herself to him; proving to her that he’d accept any and all of her vulnerability. And several nights ago, as a reward of sorts for her amazing metamorphosis, he opened himself to her. He told her about his fantasies; about just how much he loved holding her; how he wanted to hold her tighter; so tightly that all her wayward thoughts would settle; that all her scattered pieces would fuse together. He didn’t need to act on them, he said. Not now. Not ever, really. But he told her he felt safe telling her he harbored the feelings and welcomed the thoughts. Those thoughts and feelings both comforted and excited him, and he liked sharing things with her that comforted and excited him. Because she was the person who comforted and excited him. He knew she’d take some time to process the things he said. That was her way, even when he hadn’t said something so personally revealing and potentially frightening to her. Her approaching him like this was wildly arousing, but he maintained his superhuman self-control.

“How much more do you want?” he asked in that soothing soft tenor that made her knees wobbly.

“I want all of it. Everything you said. Hold me so tight I can’t come apart. Make me feel so much the words go away. Stop the relentless words in my head...”

“I love the words in your head. They’re such a big part of who you are. That’s...I don’t want to stop your words...”

“I need you to.” She raised her chin with that statement, and he ran his fingertips along the side of her face. She closed her eyes and let a few tears slide down her cheeks. It was so powerful every time he touched her face. “I don’t want to lose all the words forever, Max. I just need a rest from the invented stories in my head. Quiet them down for a little while for me. I know you can. I know you want to. I wanna quit being so frustratingly cautious and playing make-believe. I wanna feel something real.”

“Case, what we already have is real. I want more too, but the thoughts I have...what’s in my head...I don’t wanna scare you, but some of them are...”

“You told me. I understood you. You think about being more...commanding...less ‘nice.’ Strong. Coarse. Possessive. But like, not in that bad way. Not in the ‘You can’t do anything without me’ way. In the ‘You have a place you belong now and it’s with me’ way. I wanna belong with you, Max. You think about...well, now I think about it too. I’m not afraid. Don’t you get that? You...I’m not afraid with you. Of anything. You took it all away. I’m not fragile. Not anymore. I’m strong. You showed me that. And you made me braver. So do whatever you feel like, because I want it.”

Max cupped her face in his hands and pulled her into a devouring kiss; more fierce and overtaking than anything he’d done with her before. His original intent was to test; to push her just a little, and then regress to check that he hadn’t breached an important perimeter, but when he made the slightest move to ease up, she clawed him closer, just as thirsting as he was.

The drought of affection in her life was over; Max was rain. He wanted to be her rain. All the love and connection starvation she’d suffered was over. He’d patiently spoon-fed her enough sustenance to get her to a place of health and equilibrium, and now she was primed for the grand feast he wanted to prepare and share. His primal urges steered him more now, knowing she was ready; that she wanted it too. Voracious mouths and limbs met and feverishly parted as clothing hit the floor, making a trail to bed. He sprightly tossed her to the mattress, and she gasped, utterly seduced. He tore open a condom and rolled it on, never looking away from her, confirming the certainty that she was still hungry. She was.

“I want more,” she repeated in a more sultry tone, this time making unabashed eye contact. He ran his fingers down her face, then her neck and body, resting his right hand briefly between her legs to find her dripping with anticipation.

He climbed into bed with her, lifted and turned her body to face away from him as he stretched out beneath her. She felt the strength of his grip on her hips all the way to her bones as he pulled her back onto him. She panted and steadied herself with her hands grasping his thighs. “You okay?” he asked, stroking up and down her back with one hand, the other still clasping her hip. She nodded. “That’s my girl.” She moaned loudly at the words ‘my girl’ and sank further onto him with each guided bounce. He reached to grab her wrists, winding his fingers around them like cuffs. His control of her arms automatically straightened her posture. The sudden upright change in position and his constraint of her hands left her nervous she’d lose her balance.

“I’ll f-fall,” she muttered, pulling toward his thighs with her arms, not out of resistance, but merely instinct to stabilize herself. She’d been taught for a lifetime that it was up to only her to stabilize herself. He, however, didn’t let go of her wrists, determined for her to unlearn that lesson; at least when it came to him.

“You’re not gonna fall. I won’t let you fall.” He wrapped one arm around her rib cage and mindfully pulled her body to his; her back to his chest, her legs reflexively pried from bent beneath her to straightened between his. He enveloped her with his other arm, binding her arms down and to her sides, pressing her tightly against him. He anchored her legs, pinning hers down with his, restricting her movement entirely. “You can’t fall now. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Case,” he whispered in her ear. She moaned heavily again, guttural and feral, on the verge of flight. He secured his hold on her further, and she arched her back, so close to surrender. “You’re so close,” he whispered, almost to himself. Then he felt her tense, trying to suppress what she felt; still internally fighting shame for feeling too good, for being too free; not wanting to make any more noise. He pressed his open hand firmly over her mouth. “Let it all go, baby. No one can hear you but me. I’ve got you. And I want it. I want all the dark, wild parts. I know they’re there. I want all your feelings, especially the good ones. Show me everything you don’t show anybody else. I want that sound. Let me have it.”

Max had never stopped thrusting into her through all of their shifts in action, and each stroke, each touch, contained a turbulence and ferocity he’d previously withheld. His tenacious compression of Casey’s body and the delicious weight of his hand against her lips and his forearm to the supple skin of her face drove her right to the edge of ecstasy, but it still didn’t take her over. She loved his leap into untamed savagery; the visceral strain, being unable to move, and the way his palm over her mouth seemed to lend presence to shutting down the endless stream of critical words in her mind. His actions and her feelings were at last matching; big and free and loud and real. But what ultimately took her across the divide was small and tender, and to him, maybe even an inconsequential afterthought. He placed light kisses on her shoulder blade, and where her shoulder met her neck, and her temple. That tenderness undid her. The most stimulating part of all the big and free and loud and real was that the same man who gave her that could, and effortlessly did, also give her that sweet tenderness. He could even couple them together...like magic. She uncorked what in her head was some unruly combination of an unbridled groan of euphoria and contentment and a scream to defeat fear; the kind involuntarily released when warriors advance in battle. But what Max heard was just a satisfied, muffled, “Mmmmmmmmm,” and felt the tantalizing buzz of her voice reverberating from the meat of his palm outward to the bones of his fingers and elbow.

“You did so good, Case. So good. I’m so proud of you,” he breathed into her ear, winded from reaching his own climax. They melted into a sweaty tangle of limbs and sighs. After a few moments of silent embrace and slowed breathing and pulses, she snaked her legs back beneath his and pushed her wrists into his hands, feeling alleviation of burden when he closed her in.

Casey never quite felt the way a bird in a cage would feel, yearning to fly away, unfettered and limitless, but she did feel trapped by her life before Max. Her captivity was more like a kite resting inside on a table. She wasn’t meant to lay flat without touching the air, but she also couldn’t be set to the wind without someone to hold her string and ground her. She’d get lost. She’d crash into a pile of self-destruction. Now Max held the string, and the security she’d always craved rebounded up from each shepherding tug, so she could feel sound to fly. She found her liberation in Max’s thoughtful restraint.

[baiika]

Sousuke does not bat an eye.

Not because he isn't suffocating. He is. It's like sitting at the bottom of the ocean, but he's been deeper than the likes of a dirt clod like Desmond fucking Hayden will ever conceive. Seen whale bones kick up dust when they hit the ocean floor and the carrion feast upon whatever rotten scraps are left behind.

This isn't the ocean, is it?

Sousuke smiles. "Did I hit a sore spot?" he coos. "The most pathetic creatures are as sentimental as you. I wish I could say I was surprised your amalgamate of strays would be your undoing, but I always knew it would. I think you have too."

He's stalling. Piecing together the bankai he resides in. It's familiar, the way Kaname's is. But it's worse than Kaname's. Even the deep ocean has currents. This is nothingness. Like standing water. Reishi does not move here. Like he's walking through bricks.

"Does Momo still take it up the ass?" he asks, holding Desmond's eyes. "She takes it so well. But I'll tell you now... you missed out. She was much tighter before I entered the picture."

He blathers on with purposefully meaningless bullshit to rile him up for being an asshole. A dirt clod like he is emotional. Easy to bruise. And he deserves it. Desmond is as simple as his bankai. There is nothing but stillness.

"I'll afford you dignity now, however, and tell you this is a most admirable bankai... and the only smart decision you've made. And will ever make again.

"Alas, you have forgotten my own." Sousuke reaches across himself to take Kyoka Suigetsu by the hilt. He will not have full functionality of his sword, but something is better than nothing.

"Bankai, Kagami Emon."

His sword cracks as its pulled from its sheathe. A storm erupts from it, spinning and fusing itself to Sousuke's skin in jagged peaks, especially long and steep across his shoulders and atop his head. A vesture of metal resembling mirror shards. His Iryou is not as grand inside the box as it ought to be, where beneath the sun he shines as the ethereal nightmare, but desperate times, desperate measures. Desmond will cut himself to ribbons nonetheless.

"Be honored, Desmond. You are the first to bear witness to my bankai, and the first to die by it."

"Since we're speaking in tongues now-- a fox need only catch the hare once. The hare spends its life running." He smiles. "Don't worry, I'll keep your friend around long enough to watch me sever your head and mount it to my wall, and then she'll join you."

[laurensprentiss]

Jouska [Hotch x Reader]

Chapter 19:

A/N: Here it is besties, v sorry for this but I live to cause chaos!! They both have some growing and living to do over the next chapters which will span around ten years. Stick around it’s gonna be interesting! Also Hotch looks rlly good here hehe

Warnings: None, really. Swearing, mentions of pregnancy, heavy angst.

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“I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.” - Melina Marchetta

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08:00

It happens slowly then all at once. He knows he feels lighter, physically, before he’s fully conscious - can’t feel the warm weight of you on top of him. He frowns as he slowly awakens fully, feeling for your body next to him.

When all he feels are sheets, he comes to, a little quicker, opening one eye to look around. When he doesn’t see you, he figures you left to go to the bathroom but a piece of paper on your pillow catches his eye.

He frowns as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes when the doorbell begins to ring incessantly. He looks between the door, the paper and then the door again, tucking the note underneath his pillow to come back to later. He takes a cursory look at the clock -

08:00

He runs downstairs with a grin, thinking maybe you went out to grab coffee and forgot you didn’t have a key, but when he opens the door, icy shock runs through his veins.

“Hi, Aaron.”

“Haley?” He replies stunned. He glances behind him, increasingly alarmed now as to your whereabouts.

She averts her gaze from Hotch’s half naked form, it’s nothing she hasn't seen before but there’s a barrier between them now. Even with what she’s about to tell him.

“Can we talk?”

“-This…. isn’t really a good time.” He replies, glancing behind him again. He uses his body to block what lies behind him, clothing littering the floor as evidence of last night. His cheeks run hot when he realises Haley already spotted it all.

“We need to talk. I wouldn’t have shown up like this, but she told me to come by at 8. Said I should talk to you.”

He frowns. “Who?” He asks, despite hazarding a very good guess he already knows the answer.

“Look, can I just come in? I'm really cold and this is incredibly awkward.”

He sighs, “Yeah- yeah come in.” He steps aside to let her in, picks his shirt up off the floor and begins to button it as he invites her to sit.

Haley tells him that she managed to track you down outside your apartment yesterday. His jaw ticks and he runs his thumb over his bottom lip, agitated. “Why would you do that?”

“I figured I owed her an apology. Ultimately I was the one who put her in danger with-” She licks her lips. “With him. I thought we should talk.”

“So you resorted to stalking?” He paces. He can’t figure out why you’d ask her to come by now, especially if you were going to spend the night last night.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She looks sick. “I kind of knew that you felt something for her, and I figured she probably did too. Clearly I was right.”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

She throws her hands up. “No! No, that's not what I meant. I need to tell you something but before I did, I needed to tell her, I owed her some courtesy after everything at least.”

He tilts his head and his eyes narrow. “Get to the point.”

She pulls out an envelope and slides it across the coffee table. She breathes shakily, nodding at it. “It’s all in there.”

He watches her quizzically, confused at her demeanour - she’s never been one to be at a loss for words. He takes a seat opposite, studying her as he peels open the envelope.

A sliver of cold panic works its way through his veins as he scans the page.

LABCORP DNA TESTING SERVICES

Sample 1 - BROOKS/HOTCHNER : Positive Match

Sample 2 - BROOKS/HOTCHNER : Positive Match

“What the hell is this?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

She swallows thickly, abetting her gaze. “It’s a paternity test. I’m pregnant.” She tells him quietly.

His chest tightens and his head starts swimming. “What? I don’t believe you.”

“It’s right there on the paper. It’s yours.” She looks like she’s holding back vomit, the colour on her face drained. She studies Aaron for any kind of a reaction but he still looks confused.

“I want another one.” He tells her waving the paper. “How far along are you?”

“3 and a half months.”

“Wait,” He winces as the cold realisation hits him. “You told her?”

She nods.

The colour drains from his face and he shoots up from his seat, remembering everything he’d told you yesterday about how he would do things differently if he ever became a father. Knowing now what you knew then, he can’t begin to fathom what must have been going through your mind yesterday.

He shoots up the stairs three at a time, hoping he’s not too late.

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06:00

Your eyes burn with the lack of sleep and the aftermath of your breakdown. You lay still against Aaron’s chest, your hand splayed flat against his skin. You’ve been watching him sleep for most of the night, memorising all you can about him, and imagining an alternate future where you could’ve ended up together.

But it doesn’t help. All it goes is drive a stake deeper into your heart because no matter how much you imagine, it doesn’t change your future. The sun begins to rise sure enough, a promise of another day but the lighter it gets, the more your stomach turns and the tighter your chest gets.

You pull Aaron in closer one more time, fusing your body to his and you close your eyes. His hands run down your bag gently as he stirs in his sleep. You take a minute to take him in one last time, despite your aching heart you try to hold onto the happiness you’d felt before it all came crashing down.

You doubt you’ll feel for anyone the way you feel for him. But you can’t be selfish, not now. You whisper to him, barely audible, the words you need to get off your chest and with a gentle kiss to his sleeping face, you slink out of his arms.

You gather your clothes, and from the credenza drawer downstairs, grab a pen and paper.

‘Dearest Aaron…’

Tears stain your face as you initial the bottom of the letter and with a final breath, you fold it and scrawl his initials on top. You reluctantly walk back upstairs and when you see Aaron’s peaceful face in a deep sleep, it takes everything in you to walk away. You place the note on your pillow, and turn away before you change your mind.

But as you approach the door, you turn to take one last look at him, willing your memory to hold on to this image, to the feel of him. To what it feels like to be loved by him.

“Goodbye Aaron.” You whisper.

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08:30hrs:

He struggles to get his pants on, throwing on odd socks and grabbing the note on the pillow which he stuffs haphazardly into his three day old jacket. He runs down the stairs three at a time, passing Haley on the way as he grabs his keys.

She looks at him with panic and confusion. “Go back to the hotel, I’ll call you!” He tells her. She looks around, stunned as the door slams shut behind him.

He fumbles with his phone, dialling your number, but it goes straight to voicemail. He tries Emily but it goes to voicemail too. He dials the direct line to your assistant and on the last ring, she picks up.

“Agent Hotchner?”

“Leah?”

“Yeah? Is everything okay?”

He desperately asks if she has any idea of where you are today, if you have anything on your docket.

“Not that I can see, no. Is everything okay?”

“Look, can you find out if she’s home and call me?” He hangs up and purposely turns on the sirens to weave through traffic to your place. In a cruel twist of fate, he curses the numerous traffic logs he encounters on his way, thinking he’ll deal with the fallout of using his lights without reason later.

He finally turns onto your street, tires screeching as he pulls up behind a blacked out towncar, into which an older gentleman appears to be hauling suitcases. He doesn’t bother closing the door as he exits his SUV, his eyes trailing on the suitcases being piled into the trunk of the towncar when he hears your voice.

He stops in his tracks.

“Alright, James. I think that’s the last of the b-”

The air leaves your lungs when you catch sight of him. There’s a brief moment when you think you think you’re imagining him but your chest squeezes when you look at his face, halfway between confused, devastated and just plain betrayed.

He utters your name with a shaky whisper. “What is this? What’s going on?” He asks unsteady, already knowing the answer.

You hand your bags to James who ducks between you to receive them, the tension thick and heavy. “I’m sorry, I planned on…” You struggle for the words. “Being done earlier than this. This is what I wanted to avoid.”

He retreats, eyebrows shooting up. “This, what? You wanted to avoid saying goodbye to me? You couldn’t even extend me the grace of telling me you were leaving?” He pulls out your note from his pocket, shaking it in front of you. “You left this and thought it would be enough? After everything that happened with us.”

“Come on, Aaron. You know that’s not what I meant. But you know why I’m leaving, it’s why you’re here. And I knew you would do this, I knew you’d try and talk me out of going. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” You swallow the lump in your throat.

The desperation inside him starts to claw at him. “You don’t have to leave. We’re adults, we can figure this out.” He takes both of your hands tightly in his.

You shake your head. “I won’t put you in that position, I know how important this is to you. I won’t put myself in that position either.” He opens his mouth to oppose you but he knows as well as you do that this is the end. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but this was easier when I had a stalker, all I had to worry about was making it through the day without being murdered. But things are real now, you have a career and a family to worry about, I have to go to college. I guess we just didn’t think this through.”

He retreats slightly, a hurt expression on his face. “That doesn’t mean it was wrong.” He says, quietly. “I told you I’d wanted to be with you for a long time, and I meant it. I don’t regret any of it.”

You cup his cheek. “Neither do I. But we both know what needs to happen. I can’t stay.”

He caresses your hand on his cheek with bereft eyes. “You changed me, you know?”

You laugh dryly. “With your gig at the BAU? Forget it, you’ll be saving people left and right.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” His voice cracks. “I’m just sorry we couldn’t have more time. I think this could have been something.”

“Did you read the note?” He shakes his head. “Wait until I’m gone to read it - you don’t have to. But if you ever find yourself doubting or second-guessing who you were to me - who you are to me? You should read that. It has everything you’ll need to know.”

He brings his forehead to yours, glassy eyes watching you with so much affection you think you might just break. “Can we stay here? Just for a minute? I’m not ready to let you go yet.” He asks.

You nod and loop your arms around his neck, tiptoeing to reach his height. He hugs you back with ferocity, face burying in the crook of your neck as he takes you in, memorises the way you body slots against his, how you smell and feel. He presses his eyes shut, willing his brain to commit every last feeling to memory, terrified that there may come a day when he no longer remembers how he loves you.

You muffle your sobs as best as you can, clutching at the material of his shirt, and the small tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. Try as you might, when you close your eyes, all you can see is a reel of your relationship with Aaron, spanning from the moment you met to now.

All of it comes rushing back: the gazebo, your apartment, numerous late night coffees and dinners, his face in the cabin, the hospital and of course, the nights and days you spent in bed. The pond, the balcony, the laughter. The love. You feel a hole consuming your chest and you struggle to breathe, cursing yourself for falling in love with the one man you couldn’t possibly ever have.

James beeps from inside the towncar, and you reluctantly loosen your grip on Aaron, sniffling as you let him go. It feels infinitely harder to detangle yourself from him now, like tearing a bandage off of a raw wound, but you know you need to go.

And so does he.

His eyes are watery when you look at him, yours mirroring his heartbreak. “I guess this is it.” He rasps.

You clear your throat. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Can I kiss you goodbye?”

You nod solemnly. His hands cup your cheeks lovingly, wiping away a stray tear. He leans in, and presses his lips to yours for the last time. He takes his time, allowing himself to linger in the moment, and convey everything he can in this kiss without having to say it. Wants to remember how soft your lips are and the way you taste.

Your tears fall steadily now, your own hands tangling in his hair. You selfishly wish you could stay here, throw away any and all integrity just to keep him for yourself. But you both have things to do, futures to live.

You break the kiss, forehead resting against his. His hand cradles the back of your head, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, lips lingering before he finally lets go.

You fish in your pocket and take his hand in yours, dropping your key into his palm. He looks at you quizzically. “Keep it, give it to the super, I don’t mind. But lock up for me?” You ask him.

He nods, closing his hand around yours, a desperate attempt to keep you close for a few more fleeting moments. He presses a desperate kiss laced with finality on your lips as you release yourself from his embrace.

Watching you reach for the car door sends him into a tailspin. You’re just about in the car when you hear him call your name. His voice is strained. “Listen, I just- before you go. There’s something I need to tell you.” His face is contorted with desperation and his voice laced with something utterly heartbroken.

You know where he’s going with this. You weren’t sure if he felt it until now, horrible fucking timing, but it’s still something.

“Don’t. I know what you’re going to say, Aaron. Please don’t.” You sob. “This is already one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, please don’t make it harder. I know what you’re going to say. But before you do… just please don’t?” You plead.

He swallows thickly, choking back tears, too. “I do, though.”

You breathe through the hole in your chest. “I know, Aaron. I do, too.” Your smile is bitter as you open the car door and step inside gingerly, keeping your eyes on the sidewalk where he stands. He walks over to you, tangles your fingers with his briefly before cradling your chin, wiping another stray tear.

“Maybe in another life?” He whispers.

“Maybe in another life.” You tell him with a sad smile.

“Goodbye, sweetheart.”

I love you.

“Goodbye, Aaron.”

I love you.

He watches the car peel away longingly, muttering aloud the words that he’d whispered two nights ago when he thought you were asleep.

“I love you.”

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09:15

Your car pulls up to the airstrip forty-five minutes later and you can hear the deafening engine of the plane before you even step out of the car. You place a $50 in the hand of the man who opens your door for you, throwing a quick thank you his way as you obscure your puffy eyes with a pair of sunglasses.

You offer the men loading your luggage a small smile and hand them their tips, before boarding the plane. You spot Emily on the far left side of the plane, her face buried in a copy of Mother Night.

When she sees you, she shoots up from her seat, throwing her book onto the table in front of her. “Oh my God! You came! Hi!” Her good arm wraps around your neck for a hug and you stiffen against her. “What made you change your mind?” She asks.

You close your mouth just as soon as you open it when the curtain dividers open.

“Darling!” Ambassador Prentiss emerges from her office, behind a divider on the plane. She has a phone receiver against her chest, you assume to muffle her voice to whoever is on the other end. “Emmy and I are so glad you decided to join us, we’ll be taking off in around 15 minutes.” She tells you, glancing at her watch.

You shoot her a polite smile and thank her, and she looks between you and Emily, excusing herself back to her office.

“I’ll let you girls catch up.”

Emily leads you to the seat opposite her, her face now showing signs of concern. She watches your face for an answer but when nothing comes, she asks outright.

“What happened? I thought you were going to stick around and see what happens? You had a date right? Her words scratch your skin.

“Date’s off.” You swallow.

Her eyes widen. “What? Why?!”

“His ex is pregnant and it’s his.” You reply nonchalantly, rapidly blinking back tears behind your sunglasses.

Her mouth drops open. “Holy shit! Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You reply, gazing out of the window.

Emily watches you in shock, unsure of what to say. She can tell by your demeanour that you’re in shock but she can’t do anything except hold your hand and tell you she’s sorry with a quiet voice.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

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09:00

When he keys open your apartment door, he’s hit with an eerie silence, a heart wrenching emptiness. He attempts to turn a lamp on but the electricity has been turned off, leaving the living room cold and dark.

His mind fills in the spaces between the emptiness, picturing you sitting on your couch, or on the bar stools around your island. Can hear the incessantly loud TV, and your laughter from your room.

Your room is just as empty too, a few stray clothes hangers remain in the wardrobes and when he turns to look out at your balcony, he swears he sees your shadow outside. He makes sure the doors and windows are secure and makes his way back to your living room, the entire experience harrowing, like walking through a graveyard of memories.

His legs give out as he walks back to the living room, sinking onto the couch. A picture of you catches his eye on the side table next to him, the same one he’d caressed gently when you’d been taken by Jordan. He’d thought then, that was the worst moment of his life, had he known what was to come, he’d have reserved his judgement.

He swallows the lump in his throat as he gently brushes a finger over the glass, unable to keep the tears from coming now. He wishes with everything you could have stayed, can feel it deep within him that you’ll keep a part of his heart for years to come. Then he remembers the note.

He opens the folded paper with trembling hands.

‘Dearest Aaron,

I sit in your living room right now, struggling for the words to write but I can’t seem to come up with anything that truly encapsulates how I feel. How I’m incredibly sorry to have to leave like this, how I wish with everything in me that I didn’t have to, I wish this could have ended differently.

I want to say thank you. You may not know or understand this, but for all the good and bad, you truly changed my life. I met you during the darkest and scariest part of my life, when I had nobody - when I was all alone. And in you came like a light and protected me fiercely, taught me everything I needed to save my life. You did that.

You saved me.

You changed me.

Despite the circumstances, we did have something, a friendship, maybe the start of something more - something real. Don’t ever doubt that. The last two days were two of the best of my life, a fitting reward, I thought, after everything I’d been through. But I couldn’t let you talk me into staying, because I know you, and you would have tried, told me that we could’ve worked something out - and it would’ve been selfish of me to stay.

I want you to know that I am so incredibly happy for you. This wasn't an easy decision, but I’m leaving of my own choice. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be an amazing father. That child will be loved and oh so lucky to have you and your warmth as a father. I know how much this means to you, how important it is for you to give your child a better life than the one you and Sean had.

And you will.

Thank you for everything you did for me, thank you for saving me over and over again. Thank you for teaching me to be brave, and for coming into my life. My hope for you is that you’ll build a wonderful life with your beautiful little family and achieve everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

You’ll change the world one day.

Know that I will always have a special place for you in my heart.

I’ll never forget you.

All my love.’

He swallows the burning in his chest. Two days were all he had with you and he stupidly saw himself able to imagine a future with you, could imagine loving you for the rest of his life - but then he’d been in love with you long before you’d asked him to stay.

He winces as something digs into his chest and he reaches for his inside jacket pocket until something cold makes contact with his fingers.

His heart stops, molten lava running through his veins.

Your necklace.

He grips it until the sharp edges of the pendant feel like they’re about to puncture his skin.

Maybe he wasn’t destined for peace, for love. The love that he wanted. Maybe a happy ending wasn’t written for him and he’d have to make peace with that. At least he had the memory of your face burnt into his brain, the smell of your hair, the sound of your laughter.

That finite part of you would get him through eternity.

———

20:00

You’ve rejected every meal you’ve been offered by the staff aboard the plane, instead choosing to down Emily’s bottle of red wine. It eases the heaviness in your head, that’s true but the ache in your chest still remains.

Emily’s since drifted off to sleep, her book laying open against her stomach, meal half-eaten. You stare at the blinking lights of the plane and the clouds below you until everything starts to blur.

You love him. He loves you. That much is true. You never had believed in the concept of the right person but the wrong time, how could you? If the person was right, the timing would surely be inconsequential.

That was until you met Aaron.

In this life, in the grey harsh reality, after everything you had been through with him, the simple fact that two people love one another pales in comparison to the bloody reality of commitments, matters of the mind and sacrifice.

He loves you and you love him. It just isn’t enough.

He aches for you and you ache for him. But it’s still just out of reach.

Your hearts aren’t your own anymore. But you have to go on anyway.

———

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[itjazzbicch]

In Reality

Pairing: “Platinum” Max Caster x Fem Reader  

Summary: On television, Max Caster and the reader are enemies, but behind the scenes, they are actually the best of friends and whenever Max and the reader are in a mixed trios match, on the opposite teams, Max's tries to do his signature rap, but he can't do it to the reader, instead, professing his feelings...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY)

Requested by:  Anon (Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  3364

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

"Dude, you're wrestling the Sydal brothers! You have to make some kind of yoga joke!" I giggled, helping my best friend, Max Caster write a part of his rap for his match tonight and this one had me very intrigued.

Max and I were enemies on television but behind the scenes, we were the closest duo back there! We were travel buddies, we worked out together, supported each other's hobbies outside of wrestling. We were the best of friends, without a doubt.

I wasn't sure if Max had begun to work on my part of the rap because tonight the match up was:

The Acclaimed and Britt Baker (weird combo in my opinion, but it made sense since she was my rival) versus Matt & Mike Sydal and myself.

"You're right! Definitely gotta get that in there," Max laughed with me, beginning to jot some things down.

"So, what are you going to say about me?" I asked curiously, a smile on my face because I wasn't trying to laugh.

"Now, that's a secret," Max smirked, smiling back at me.

"You seriously can't even tell me a line?" I groaned, seriously wanting to know, but he wasn't budging, shaking his head no.

"Our match is up next! You'll know soon," Max protested and I just gave up, rolling my eyes but laughing:

"Alright! Just take it easy on me!"

"Can't make any promises!" Max laughed, watching me when I began to walk away.

Our match was up next and I was actually honored to wrestling with Matt and Mike. They were veterans and legendary. Our wrestling styles were also very similar, so that made it even more exciting. They were already waiting for me whenever I got to the guerrilla and Matt welcomed me with a smile, saying:

"You ready for the night?"

"Always ready," I smiled, but growing silent whenever I heard Mike say:

"I heard you over there with your buddy, Max. I hope he doesn't try and roast you too bad, tonight."

We all actually laughed and Matt whispered:

"I already know what to expect from him so, I'm prepared."

"So am I," I sighed, "Honestly, we joke around a lot. If he didn't roast me, I'd actually be surprised."

While I was finishing my sentence, Matt's music hit and Mike when up the stairs, Matt following along when he said to me:

"See ya out there!"

I made my entrance like normal, the fans always ate it up and next was Britt, damn it was annoying. It didn't take long though for me to get excited, hearing the beat drop for Max's music.

"Yo, yo, yo!" Max yelled while walking through the tunnel.

I thought to myself, boy is this gonna be good and it was, hearing the lines I helped him with when Max began:

"Sydal Brother!

Every time you get in the ring, ya'll say namaste

But when we whoop your asses you'll be running away

No one cares about you two hippies

I should slap your asses back to the 1960's!"

It was so hard to sit in the ring and act disgusted meanwhile I wanted to laugh my ass off, but at the same time, I was also preparing myself, knowing I was next, Max pointing at me, saying:

"And Y/N, don't even get me started!

You, you-"

I was actually surprised this time. Max was stuck, stuttering, like he was nervous which I never saw from him. No one ever did, everyone trying to encourage him, I even heard Britt yell:

"Roast her, Max!"

But Max, he did something no one expected, going back to his rap:

"You know what, Y/N, I ain't even gonna lie

Every time I see you, I wanna make you mine.

You, you're better than all these girls

And all I ever wanted was to give you world

I know we're supposed to get in this ring and clash

But you and me? We are the perfect match!"

I began to naturally drift to the center of the ring and I really couldn't contain my emotions, holding my mouth for a moment, trying not cry and every began to cheer, clapping and smiling whenever Max finished with:

"This is a special moment, so everyone observe and watch me go get my girl!"

My arms were wide open while I watched Max hop into the ring, coming right at me with the best hug I ever received. There were few moments when I heard a big pop in this ring and this moment was one of them, everyone just go ballistic, whether if they liked us or not.

I couldn't hold back the tears whenever Max hugged me, but everything stopped, like slow motion, the noise dying down. The only thing I could feel was Max's hand holding the back of my head, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes before they closed, feeling the warmth of his soft lips whenever they met mine.

It was like fireworks were going haywire in my brain, passion being the thing that lit the fuse for them. Just the way Max had his arms around me, for the first time, feeling emotions from him that I never felt before and with the way he kissed me, I just knew that everything he said was true.

Whenever our lips parted, I finally snapped back into reality, seeing the ring and the crowd again while Max just pulled me into another hug, holding my head to his chest, looking down at me as he smiled:

"So, you gonna be my girl?"

"Why did you even ask? I am your girl," I giggled, smiling so hard when my head popped up, giving him another kiss.

Max kept his arm wrapped around my shoulder, yelling to Britt Baker:

"Ayo! Get over there with them hippies! Y/N is our partner!"

"What? You can't just change the match!" Britt yelled, trying to get in Max's face and that's when I stepped in.

Max was always a bit of an instigator, but this time, I didn't mind. Max and Anthony were on standby though whenever I got in Britt's face and said into a mic:

"You heard what my man said. Now get over there! Either way, I'm kicking your ass tonight!"

"Yeah! Get over there and catch this whoopin!" Max laughed, all of us watching whenever she just stopped trying and went to her corner while we went to ours.

Now, it was time to get in the zone and Anthony started out first with Mike. This was the first time I had ever team with Max and it was so hard to not smile and jump around to let out the excitement. It also took all my might to not get on Max and have a little match of our own. I was just on top of the world.

Our match was also a lot of fun. The only thing bothering me was that, Britt refused to be tagged in. She was abandoning her partners, which she would have done regardless of what side she was on. Max and Anthony had a tough time handle Matt and Mike.

At the climax of the match, Max just broke out of Matt's submission move, super-kicking him and they both collapsed. The only two people on the apron was Britt and myself.

"Come on, Max!" I yelled, stretching out my arm as far as possible.

Again, Britt abandon Matt, but Max made his tag to me. She had no choice but to get in here. Britt, of course, tried running away, but whenever she made it to the outside, right by the front of the ring, I ran against the ropes and hit her with a suicide dive, ramming her into the barricade, picked her up and threw her in the ring and that's when the real fun began.

Britt did have her moments where she was having the upper hand. At one point, I was almost put into her finisher, but she couldn't hook my other arm, which gave me an opportunity. Elbow after elbow, finally made her break her submission.

Matt and Mike tried getting back to the apron, to break up a pin if needed, but Max and Anthony were on it, taking them out while I was thinking on the top of my head, hitting her with a pump handle, flat-liner, planting her face in the mat and picking up the win.

As soon as that bell rang, Max came right at me, making me laugh as he about knocked me over. It was hands down, the best moment I ever had in that ring, Max and Anthony putting me up on each of their shoulders, raising me up high to celebrate.

Whenever we got backstage, that celebrating didn't stop. When we had open space, I just hugged Max again and we were both just so happy; Max spinning me around in his arms.

"I'm so happy you didn't show me the rap you had planned for me," I giggled, still raised up in his arms, looking down at him.

"If you want me to be honest," Max sighed, admitting, "That came off the top of my head. I could never talk about you in a bad way. It came straight from the heart."

"Max! I already cried enough tonight!" I whined, but smiling, making me laugh a little and I just wrapped my arms around his neck even tighter, laying my head on his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist.

"You guys wanna call it a night?" Anthony suggested, we didn't have anything else to do truthfully.

"Wanna get out of here?" Max whispered to me, "Have some time to ourselves?"

"I would never pass that up," I cooed, kissing his cheek, "Just know though, I'm not letting you go."

Max just shook his head, smiling while patting my back, just listening and walking off to the locker room with me in his arms.

Backstage, we heard a lot about what happened out there and I was happy to hear a lot of sweet comments. We basically stole the show and both Max and Anthony agreed that I was now, officially, the third member of The Acclaimed.

I have always been the kind of person who couldn't contain their excitement and tonight, it was even worse, but also in the good way. I was shaking, jumping, squealing, just having the best night ever. Whenever Max and I got to the hotel, in our own room, I was still so excited, smiling whenever he came in and shut the door:

"So I am seriously apart of The Acclaimed?"

"Yes!" Max said for about the millionth time, laughing, "How many times are you gonna ask?"

"I'm sorry," I chuckled, admitting, "So much just happened tonight and I'm like, freaking out! I can't believe all of this!"

For once, it rarely happened, but Max got seriously, standing in front of me when he asked, "Why can't you believe it?"

"It-" I began, truly caught off guard, but I got serious too, admitting my true feelings, "I just can't believe that you feel the same way and you got to say it first. Telling the whole world. It's like a fairy tale dream and I'm living it."

"Dreams," Max sighed, stroking my cheek, "They do come true, baby."

"They do," I smiled, stroking his cheek too, "I'm so happy I don't have to keep dreaming anymore."

Just like in the ring, our lips clashed and it was even better. My knees seriously grew weak, shaking from anticipation, excitement wanting to grow, but moving through my body ever so slowly. When I wished in the ring that Max and I could just be one on one, that wish was coming true right in that moment.

I took a handful of his shirt, kissing him a bit harder and he understood the feelings steaming off of me, delivering that right back, picking up the tempo whenever he threw off his shirt, his hands unbuckling his pants while my shirt was gone next.

For a moment, we just stared at each other. By the way his chest was heaving, I could tell his heart was beating quick and hard, just like mine. Reality hitting me never felt so good, another hard kiss from Max finding my lips again, his strong arms picking me up by the thighs, wrapping them around his waist while he climbed onto the bed, laying me down softly.

While our kiss just grew even more intense, I pulled my shoulders in, my bra straps loose enough to fall down on their own. At the same time, Max spread my legs open wide, allowing himself to throw off his jeans.

A quick rush made my body shake a little, my blood running hot, growing whenever I felt his hard on hitting right at my clit, even through my tights I could feel it. It made me pick up the pace, sitting up, pulling away from our kiss when I whispered in a sexy tone:

"How about we get even, huh?"

The look in Max's eyes, I had never seen it before, laser focused while watching me kick off my tights and throwing my bra off the bed.

Slowly, he just looked me up and down, knowing that he liked what he saw, his cock growing even harder, it showing through his briefs, his erection making it tighter.

He liked it, so I gave him even more, bringing my legs together, smiling:

"What? You shy?"

Again, he just watched, following my every move while I threw off my panties next and finally, that's when he finally snapped back into place, smiling devilishly when he got off the bed, saying:

"Trust me, I'm not shy," At the same time, his briefs dropped to the floor and I definitely liked what I saw, a very impressive size, smiling hard again as he added, "I just can't get over how beautiful you are."

Max always knew how to make my heart flutter, my heart rate unstable at that point, but it never felt so good, it growing when I watched him crawl his way back up to, my legs naturally opening wide for him, eyes adjusting to the lighting quickly when he reached over to the left, turning off the lights.

I thought my blood was running hot? Max was like a human space heater, hands steaming hot and that alone gave me so much relaxation from the moment of contact, his hands covering and kneading at my breasts, feeling his hard, hot cock laying against me, his kiss leading from my lips down to my neck.

Each kiss on my neck was slow, his right hand falling down my side, picking me up a little by my lower back, taking a handful of my ass, keeping me in that position, holding it better once he took a hold of my thigh and I was left gasping, grabbing his shoulders quickly.

His crown began to push through and into me, the moisture taking a moment to hit, but even when it did, it was a lot, having me whine already.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Max asked quickly, noticing my reaction.

"No," I gasped quickly. He wasn't at all, I was just trying to focus on the feeling of being so full, "I just never felt this way before."

"Is that a good thing?" Max chuckled, smiling when I let my head fall back into the pillows, praising him already by saying:

"It's so damn good, baby."

"Good," Max whispered, kissing me softly, moving his hips a little more, feeding me some soft thrusts, working his way up so that eventually, our hips would meet.

That didn't take long, Max spreading my legs a little wider, which helped, sliding all the way in slowly and it made a deep moan fall from my lips, that same moan turning high pitched whenever I felt his crown go past my sweet spot and it felt amazing.

From the sounds of my moans, he knew that he was making me feel good, sitting up straight, my legs hooked around his button of his arms, dragging every inch down slowly, and putting it all back a little quicker, going deep just like last time.

"That feels good, huh?" Max smirked, squeezing my thighs hard once he did it again.

I just nodded my head, looking up at him for a moment while I murmured, "You found a new way to make me feel good and I love it."

"You love it?" He asked, picking up the pace and the feeling was so overwhelming, I could barely nod my head, overtaken by all the moans and noises that desperately needed to escape me.

Each thrust hitting my sweet spot, it jolted everyone one of my nerves, from my head to my toes, making me tremble a little, all the heat in my body growing hotter from how fast my blood was running, on top of Max's body heat.

Before I knew it, I was moaning out his name, more praising from those and just senseless babbles, my back arching hard from my nerves just searing my body. One of his hands found the arch of my back, pressing into it softly, his other hand keep him up a little, but our bodies still coming together.

We both could feel my walls spasming, clenching him so tight, my arms quickly wrapping around his neck, holding tightly because my body was just so close to losing all control. By keeping my hips up, he was sliding in so deep and with the quickened pace, it made my walls spasming even harder, signaling my orgasm.

"M-Max," I stuttered horribly, with the way he was moving, it was just hard to comprehend anything, only wanting to focus on all of the sweet, powerful pleasure.

"I'm here, baby," Max whispered in my ear, "You o-"

I didn't mean to cut him off, but even though he moved a bit slower in that moment, my whole body was in sensory overload, every part of me sensitive, his previous thrusts hitting my sweet spot multiple times because he was only pulling back a little, the soft impact also hitting my clit, making my body shudder, the heat in my body just dropping down, triggering me.

He knew the moment my hands latched onto his shoulders and I cried, "Max, oh my god, I'm cuming."

I could barely breathe, even Max having trouble trying to keep it together, letting out some groans whenever my walls just gave him a death grip, drenching us both.

Max actually helped me out by taking my hands, interlocking them with his and putting them above my head, it actually expanded my lungs, getting more air, but like always, he knew how to make me breathless.

His head was against mine, our noses nuzzling and he was still feeding me a few soft thrusts, but I paid close attention, even more overwhelmed whenever he cooed:

"Y/N, I love you."

My eyes opened slowly and he picked up his head to see mine, smiling when I whispered, "I love you too."

I was about ready to cry again, just hugging him, his head laying on my shoulder while he pinned his hips against mine, rocking back and forth a little, both of us breathing heavily when we felt another wave a heat that took us out.

Max literally just rocked my world, from the beginning of the night during the show till now, pulling me on top of him whenever he withdrew, falling back to lay down on the bed. I gladly took the cuddling invitation, placing my leg over him, cuddling up to his chest while he wrapped his arm around me.

"Max," I whispered softly, just looking at him in awe whenever he looked down to me, "I really love you."

Max rarely showed emotions out in the ring and on television but when it came to me, he didn't mind putting those walls down, wiping away a small tear that fell down my cheek when he cooed:

"I love you even more."

[lazella]

Infinity Stones AU: Face your Fears, Part 1

I apologize for nothing. Enjoy.

Yusaku took a sharp breath in, coughing as he tried to make his lungs work again. For a moment it felt like he was back in that white room, alone and only a voice for company. Looking around, he tried to piece together the events of the past few minutes. Yusaku did recall that they had joined the Avengers on a retrieval mission and had infiltrated the warehouse but then he was drawing a blank.

“Ai...can you tell me what just happened...Ai?”

Yusaku was puzzled when he didn’t hear Ai respond right away and looked down at his Duel Disk, and spotted the Ignis with tears running down his face.

“AI?!” Now Yusaku was worried, Ai had never cried before.

“Yusaku….” Ai’s voice was quiet, and he had also not used any of his nicknames for Yusaku, “I hope that was all fake....”

“Fake?”

“Nevermind…” Ai shook his head, “That stone of yours seemed to break whatever that lady did to you.”

Yusaku raised an eyebrow, “Lady?

Ai took the opportunity to explain, “Some lady came in and hit you with this red stuff then everyone started screaming. You just kind of froze but after that I’m not sure as I started seeing stuff as well…”

Yusaku quickly put his theory together. First, they had been ambushed by an unknown enemy. Second, it seemed like she had the ability to cause hallucinations most likely based on fears. Third, it seemed that the Mind Stone could reverse the effects which is why he felt fine now even with how brief his vision was.

“We need to locate everyone else…” Yusaku got up and surveyed the room, “They must still be under the effects of that attack.”

“Good luck with that…” Ai muttered, “They all ran off in different directions attacking anything in sight…”

“Then we’ll just have to be careful……” Yusaku stated as he ran off in his chosen direction. 

…………………………

The first person he found was Yugi. Thankfully he didn’t seem to be lashing out at anything and was just leaning against the wall but judging by the red haze over his eyes, he was still under the effects of the hallucination. 

“Yugi!” Yusaku grabbed the smaller boy’s shoulder and gave it a good shake, “Yugi snap out of it!”

Yugi just continued to stare blankly ahead.

“Might have to do this the hard way…” Ai pointed to the Mind Stone.

“Afraid so…let’s just hope Yugi makes it easy….” Yusaku said as he placed the Mind Stone against Yugi’s forehead letting its power do its thing. Reality around Yusaku and Ai but Yusaku knew he was just now entering Yugi’s mind, and hopefully to find out just what he was seeing.

What he did see did not make any sense. Everything around them was dark and foggy obscuring anything that could be approaching. Yugi was no longer on the ground but suspended in the air by an invisible force gripping onto his wrist and ankles. But the most shocking part was that Yugi’s knee and elbow were missing and other parts of his body were slowly dissolving away.

“Th-this is bad!!!!” Ai cried out, “What kind of madman thinks of doing messed up stuff like this!?!”

“A sick one fore sure….”

Yusaku spun around and he was quite sure if it was relief or worry when he spotted Yugi’s other self, Yami, slowly pulling himself along the ground. He wasn’t looking good judging by the blood dripping from his mouth.

“Yugi’s had nightmares about this duel….” Yami panted trying to catch his breath, “I’ve tried to snap him out of it but…” Yami seemed to cough up more blood, “I’m not doing too good either…”

“I’ll warn you, it’s going to be a shock to the system….” Yusaku clenched the Mind Stone tighter, “I don’t think we have the time to ease him out of it…” Yellow light blinded everyone as Yusaku just focused on making the vision end quickly. Within the blink of an eye, they were back in the warehouse. The red haze was gone from Yugi’s eyes and he was checking himself over as if to see if his body was whole again.

“Doing okay?” Yusaku found himself asking.

“I-I think so...,” Yugi said with shaky breath, “What was that?”

“My guess is that we were hit with something that makes us hallucinate our worst fears. The Mind Stone snapped me out of it rather quickly and you were the first one I found still under the effects.”

“What about the others?” Yugi asked.

“Not sure but we better stay on our guard…” Yusaku said, “Who knows if anyone can tell friend from foe right now….”

………………………………..

They found Yusei next who thankfully was also not lashing out. Yusaku found him in a vision of a destroyed city but it ended on its own the moment Yusei spotted Yusaku. The hacker wished he could be grateful for the quick conclusion but Yusei had spent at least five minutes hugging Yusaku and Yugi tightly as he could.

“Sorry about that…” Yusei explained as he composed himself, “I know that future will never happen but still...I just needed reassurance that you were alright.”

Yuya was the next one they found. He seemed to have snapped out of it on his own but the room he was in was completely trashed. Yuya was hugging his knees in the center of the room but his dull stare made it hard to figure out exactly who was in the driver seat. 

Yugi carefully knelt down next to Yuya and began trying to talk to him, “Yuya...can you tell us what happened here?”

“Yuto actually…” So it seemed that Yuya wasn’t the one in control right now. “Yuya is still processing his panic attack. Yuri buried himself somewhere in our subconsciousness and Yugo is giving all of us a headache by yelling at our bad memories.”

“Sheesh...what’s gotten all four of you worked up?” Ai asked.

“Our past….” That’s all Yuto was going to say on it as he just sat in silence until Yuya came back to the surface.

“I think I hurt Yuma earlier…” Yuya said when he finally came back out, “I’m not sure but I think I heard him crying in pain…”

“What ever happened was not your fault…” Yusei said as he squeezed Yuya’s hand, “It’s not any of our faults.”

“The real fault lies with that woman who attacked us…” Yusaku said with renewed determination, “Let’s find the others.”

……………………………………

Things started to get complicated when they finally found Yuma. The young boy had one of his swords in hand which was strange to the others as they thought he had to be fused with Astral to summon them. Yuma was swinging the weapon around in a panic while crying out…

“Give Astral back!!!! Just leave us alone!!”

Yusaku wasted no time in using the Mind Stone to bring the group into Yuma’s vision. They found Yuma surrounded by creatures made out of crystals and rock or some sort of black sludge. Laying on the ground was Astral unconscious with what appeared to be a large crack spreading across his chest.

Yusei sprang into action, charging in and punching the creatures away in an attempt to reach Yuma. Yugi and Yuya hung back behind Yusaku not out of fear, but at the shock of seeing Ai emerging from Yusaku’s duel disk and changing form into that of a mass of tentacles. Yusaku didn’t object to Ai’s actions, and let the Ignis do his thing protecting Yusei’s back and tearing the creatures to shreds. 

With Ai watching his back, Yusei reached Yuma in no time, the younger boy crying tears of relief at the sight of rescue. Yusei quickly scooped him up with one arm and grabbed Astral with the other. Ai used his large mass to create a protective dome over them while he worked on getting a secured grip on them.

“Hold on tight…” Ai warned as he launched himself back towards Yusaku.

Now that he was back in the safety of the group, the red haze faded away from Yuma’s eyes as everything returned to reality.

“Wh-what...happened?” Yuma asked as he blinked clarity into his eyes.

“You just got hit with some trippy stuff no worries…” Ai grinned...forgetting that he was rather frightening in his larger form.

Yuma obviously panicked, “AH!!! Monster!”

“Now that hurts...it’s just lovely old me Ai…” The Ignis pouted.

“Has he always been able to turn into the embodiment of nightmares?” Yuya asked Yusaku.

“Since I first met him but he’s still an idiot…” Yusaku sighed.

“At least this version of me is great for hugs!” Ai demonstrated this fact by giving Yusei, Yuma, and Astral who were still tangled up in his limbs, a tight squeeze. “Just ask Yusaku, he quite enjoys them.”

Yusaku turned his face away to hide the fact he was now blushing out of embarrassment.

“We still need to find Judai...and the Avengers team as well…” Yugi said, trying to refocus the group, “But where are they?”

His inquiry was answered when Thor was launched through the wall by some sort of strong force.

“Hey boys….” Thor grunted through the pain, “We could use some assistance....”

Before Thor could elaborate anymore, a shadowy tendril shot through the hole in the wall and dragged him back through. Once everyone got over their shock, they followed Thor through the hole.

On the other side was the very definition of a nightmare. Every Avenger member was pinned to the walls by shadows and in the very center, was a tall imposing figure dressed in black and gold armor, the helmet obscuring the figure’s identity. 

“Who’s this guy?” Yuya found himself asking.

Tony flipped his visor open and cried out, “It’s Judai! Judai is in that armor!”

This came as a shock to the newcomers, just what had happened to Judai?

Everyone had to scatter when another wave of shadows swept through the room. Yusei held onto Ai tightly as the Ignis refused to let go of anyone and had even grabbed Yusaku to keep him out of the line of fire. 

“Ai...do you think you can get close to Judai?” Yusei asked.

“Not without letting you guys go which I am not going to do.” Ai protested as he scooped up Yugi and Yua next. The Avengers were still pinned, unable to move.

“Throw me Ai….”

Everyone turned to Yusaku in shock. “What did you just say?” Ai asked.

“Throw me at Judai…” Yusaku’s gaze was firm and determined, “Throw me and I will break through to him with the Mind Stone.”

“I am not going to…”

“DO IT!” Yusaku cut Ai off, clearly not in the mood for arguing. 

Rather reluctantly, Ai took careful aim and shot Yusaku forward, a tendril still wrapped around him as Ai clearly didn’t want to let him go. Yusaku gripped onto Judai’s cape and began trying to wrestle the helmet off. It took some doing but Yusaku managed to slide the visor up revealing that Judai’s eyes were completely blinded by the red haze.Yusaku didn’t even dare try to view Judai’s vision, instead he slapped the Mind Stone on Judai’s forehead and yelled,

“WAKE UP ALREADY!!!!!!”

Yellow light began cracking through Judai’s armor, then down the shadows that were blanketing the room. With a quick flash, everyone dropped to the ground exhausted, Judai included now freed from the dark armor.

Tony groaned as he got to his feet, “That’s it….extra therapy sessions for everyone.”

Steve rubbed his head in frustration, “I still have no idea what Wanda was up to…”

This caught Yugi’s attention, “You know the woman who did this?”

“Her name is Wanda Maximoff, she’s actually an ally to us…” Natasha explained, “But the fact that she attacked us today indicates that something outside her control is going on.”

“So an outside force?” Yusei asked.

“Mostly likely…” Clint said, “Which means we’ve got another conspiracy to break down.”

“Does this happen often?” Yusaku asked.

“More often than we like,” Tony said as he hefted Judai over his shoulder, “Come on...let’s head home. And get that nightmare fuel to shrink down already…” Tony said pointing to Ai, “We already have enough trauma to deal with.

Ai huffed as he finally shrunk back down to his smaller form. He really didn’t care about this Wanda character or any supposed conspiracy theory. The vision he got was still on his mind. After all...the sight of Yusaku’s bullet ridden body was forever burned into his memories.

[dinogoofy]

Kabal × reader

Flowers for broken hearts

It's an angsty one boys

Ok, just for reference, this is gonna be a really weird timeline, and we're gonna pretend that revenent kabal was revived with Jax, but went straight back to the black dragons, ok? Ok.

Like normal, sexual scenes are implied but not explicit.

TW for violence.

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You had always loved mornings, but honestly it was only because of the man you woke up next to each day. 

The birds were tweeting softly from outside the window, and you tried to stretch in the warm, early morning sun, only to find out that you were stuck. 

Your fiancé's warm body was curled around you loosely, still asleep. You smiled, he definitely deserved the rest, especially after last night. You snuggled into Kabal's bare chest, breathing in the scented remnants of the awful Axe cologne he still used. 

Kabal hummed at the movement, holding onto you a bit tighter and nuzzling into your hair. 

"Good 'morning, sunshine." He groggily spoke, rubbing your back up and down as you cuddled close to him. That early morning voice of his never failed to make your heart flutter.

"Good morning, handsome." Kabal smiled, kissing your head. You sighed, content in the warm bed. The fuzzy, happy feeling in your chest blooming as you pressed your face into his neck, lightly kissing his smooth skin. You could feel the rumble in his chest as he faintly chuckled, somehow pulling you even closer to him.

"Tryin' to get me going this early in the morning huh? Such a naughty girl…" You gasped, fake offended as you slapped his chest.

"Kabal!"

"What? You and I both know you find me irresistible-" You laughed, covering his mouth with your hand and pressing your forehead to his. 

"Oh, shut up! Stop being such a cocky bastard, or I might just stop kissing you all together!" You could feel his smile from underneath your fingers. Before you knew it he had flipped you over on the bed, your back pressed into the cushion as he leaned over you. His loose, long black hair falling around the two of you like a curtain.

"If that's the case, I guess I'll have to start stealing them from you, Dear~" The bubbling laughter in the room was infectious as Kabal pressed kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, anywhere where he could get really. The fuzzy feeling bloomed once again, and for a moment you were reminded that this was indeed your happy place. You caught his face in your hands with some effort, and pulled him into a soft kiss. 

Kabal eagerly pressed into you, sliding one of his hands up your arm to gently lace with your own hand. What a wonderful way to wake up.

Unfortunately, the soft moment was cut short as His phone started to ring. Kabal broke this kiss for a moment, and heavily sighed. Pressing one last quick kiss to your lips before getting out of bed. You frown at the loss of contact, but didn't refrain from ogling his butt as he stood. 

"My eyes are up here, Babe." Kabal jokes, not even turning back to look at you as he picks up his phone, opening his dresser in the process and grabbing some pants.

"Stryker, whatcha got for me?" It felt like your heart sunk into your stomach upon hearing the name. It was supposed to be Kabal's off-day! The whole reason the two of you had moved to the country just outside of New York City was so Stryker would stop calling kabal into duty so randomly.

You knew how important this job was to Kabal, so you never protested when he did leave. You put up with him during the awful, random merc jobs that he had while working with the black dragon. You couldn't be mad at him for working an extra shift for the station every once in a while.

At least you don't have to worry about that Kano asshole and the black dragon showing up unannounced. You thought. At least there's that.

Kabal let out another heavy sigh as he hung up the phone, running around the room to gather his things in a hurry. He looked worried.

"Is everything alright?" Kabal shook his head as he threw a shirt on. Rushing over to press a kiss to your head.

"Something weird is going on in the city. He mentioned something about Outworld fusing with earthrealm… or something like that. Said I needed to get my ass over there right away." Kabal cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb along your cheekbones in a soothing manner as you frowned.

"Just come back in one piece, ok?" You tried not to let your voice waver as you spoke. Kabal chuckled, leaning down to give you a hug.

"I'll do my best, sweetheart." Your chest tightened as he let go of you to rush out the door.

"I love you." He turned around with a bright smile on his face.

"I love you too." And just like that, he was gone.

It kinda felt like he took your heart with him.

It's been a long time since Kabal walked out on you. It's been rough. The tears, the heartbreak. He hadn't contacted you. No voice-mail, no messages, nothing. You had started to wish that Stryker hadn't even told you that he was alive. But he did. And now all that's left to do is get over him.

That wasn't quite as easy as you thought it would be. 

"Hey kabal, I'm just...calling to check in on you. Call me back soon, alright?"

"It's me again. I know I've been calling your work phone a lot, but I'm really worried."

"Could you please, just- just pick up the phone? Just once? I miss you."

"Our wedding date is- was supposed to be next week. I...I won't be mad if you come back this late… just please, come home."

"It's… *hic* it's me again um… we um… went out tonight. They told me to give it a rest. Heh, but I know this line's still active! Stryker *hic* told me so. He wouldn't lie right?"

"..."

"I'm going to stop calling this phone soon. If you can hear this...I… *sigh* nevermind. This is useless. I'm sorry."

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After Kabal left, you saved your money and quit your job. Turning the land around your home into a flower farm, you had already lost so much, why not give back to yourself? Your favorite hobby became your favorite job, and soon enough you had made enough money to build a little shop on the property just a little closer to the road. And my oh my, was business booming.

"Hey Mrs.Cameron! How've you been?" Mrs. Lissy Cameron and her wife were once your wedding planners, and then they became your #1 customers when you opened up shop. She smiled at you, and you carefully took the premade bouquet of flowers from her to ring it up on the register. 

"I've been wonderful! Sarah's been asking to come here all week, so I figured we might as well stop by on our way back home." Her wife scoffed, playfully swatting at her.

"Please, we both wanted to drop by. Lissy has been obsessed with your hyacinth bouquets since you did the floral arrangements for Janet's wedding." You giggled sweetly, telling them their total and carefully bagging their flowers. When you looked up to take Lissy's card however, the two of them looked worried.

"Is everything ok?" Sarah sighed at the question, reaching out to take your left hand. Your chest started to squeeze up. 

"You're wearing it again." You solemnly looked down at the ring on your finger. Letting out a curt, sad laugh. You hadn't noticed that you had put it on this morning. You were kinda on autopilot when you woke up after sleeping through your alarm, and had to rush to open up shop. It must've been simply out of habit. It had taken a while to stop wearing it, as it partly carried the hope that he would be back. But he wouldn't be, and you knew that. But every once in a while… 

"I hadn't even realized. Thanks for letting me know." They gave you a pitiful look as you slipped the ring off your finger and set it next to the register. Lissy gave you a soft smile when you finished ringing them up. 

"Hey, Sarah and I were going to get drinks tonight with a few friends. You could tag along if you'd like? I'm sure you'll meet some interesting people." Lissy wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you laughed when Sarah slapped her arm for it. Sarah turned and gave you a soft look.

"You don't have to Honey," She paused. "But it might be good for you to get out of the shop sometime. We barely even see you outside this place." You tried your best to smile at them, but it came out sorta lopsided.

"I'll think about it." Lissy gave your hand a reassuring pat, taking the flowers and waving goodbye as she and Sarah went out the door.

"Take it easy!" You smiled sadly at the words. 

"I'll try." 

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Today had been the busiest day you've had in a while, but it felt worth it in the end as you closed up shop. The setting sun casting a warm glow through the many windows. Creating a perfect, calm setting to close everything up. You tidied the flowers that were left over from the day, replaced the water in the vases, even swept. 

You had gone out and turned on the sprinklers for the bushes and blooms outside, coming back inside to mop before you had to run back out again to turn it off and finally, finally turn in for the night. 

The water sloshed around as you set the bucket down to start mopping near the counter. When you stood, your eyes caught on the ring again. 

That stupid, beautiful, ring that never failed to put a damper on you mood. You slowly staggered toward it, gently picking it up in your hands to examine it.

It had always been the most beautiful piece of jewelry you owned, it was a shame that it wasn't used for some other couple. Preferably one that actually worked out in the end. As you traced the outline of it you started to wonder where Kabal was right now. Was he ok? Was he married so soon? Did he have kids? Or maybe he was just dead. You didn't know which one hurt worse.

You sighed. You couldn't keep doing this. You couldn't keep finding it, and thinking about him, and bringing the pain all back to the surface again. You just couldn't. You set the ring back down. Maybe you should take Lissy's offer up. Drink your woes away.

A noise caught your attention, kicking you out of your thoughts. A clay pot rolled across the floor as you looked up.

"Hello?" You called out. No response. You slowly grabbed the bat you kept underneath your counter, and started to creep over to the other end of the shop, walking through the giant, open doorway that separated the sunroom, where the flowers are kept, from the shop.

There didn't appear to be anyone there when you got over that way, and you sighed, relaxing for a second. You leaned down to pick up the pot.

"Gotcha!" Suddenly a pair of arms forcibly wrapped around you. You screamed, and one of the arms suddenly moved from your waist and clutched your throat.

"Keep it down, or I'll fucking kill you." Still panicked, you managed to wrench an arm out of the man's grip and sharply elbow him in the side. He groaned in pain, and the split second he loosened his grip was enough for you to break from his hold and slam the pot down in his head.

He yelped in pain this time. Holding his now bleeding head. You held the bat in both hands now, ready to swing again. 

"Get out of my shop! NOW!" You barked at him. He chuckled in a creepy, unhinged way. Smiling up at you with disgusting yellow teeth and spitting on the floor.

"I'll be damned if any of Kano's bitches tell me what to do!" You couldn't even process the words before he lunged at you again, you tried to dodge swiftly. Unfortunately, he was still able to grab one end of the bat. He used it to yank you closer and knock you to the ground. You desperately tried to push him off as he wrapped his cold, dirty hands around your throat, pushing all of his body weight there. 

You tried to kick at him, but he wouldn't budge. Your nails clawed deep into the skin of his wrist, and even lashing out at his face had no effect. Your eyes started to get teary as you struggled to breath. 

All you could feel was a rush of wind, and the man had been knocked off of you. He was launched into one of your tables of flowers, breaking it in half as he landed. You coughed, gasping for air. Thankful that you could breathe again. You felt so sore, but you still sat up, baffled by the events. 

A new man was standing in between you and the attacker. He was clothed head to toe in frightening, thick gear, fists clenched. You wouldn't have known who it was. Especially not with the mask on his face, but when your eyes settled on the hook swords on his back… 

It couldn't be… 

A scream interrupted your thoughts. The new man holding your attacker up by his neck. He was screaming for forgiveness, for a chance to run. You stood, and the masked man stiffened, dropping the other into the mess once again.

"You've got two minutes to run." The attacker didn't even spare a glance at you before trying to bolt out the front door, slamming into it hard before frantically popping the lock open.

The masked man hadn't looked at you, but you, however, couldn't take your eyes off of him. He started to walk away when you called out for him.

"Kabal?" Your voice broke. He didn't turn back. He kept walking. Fury started to build up in your chest. You stormed over to him, grabbing him by the sheaths on his back. 

"Where do you think you're going?! You come back for two fucking seconds and plan to leave just like that? Without an explanation? Fuck you!" Tears were running down your face now. He stops in his tracks, but doesn't turn around. He calls your name. 

"That guy's gotta grudge against the black dragons-understandably. 'Managed to hack into some old files. He's been hunting down family and friends and killing them on the spot. Had a few 'mercs quit on us Kano gave me the order to kill him." He pauses. "That's the only reason I came back." You didn't flinch at the info that he was back with the dragons, but It felt like your heart shattered a second time when he spoke the last few words. This fucking asshole. you refused to back down. 

"You know that's not the explanation I'm asking for." He didn't respond. But he didn't move either. You stepped in front of him. Looking straight into the eyes of his mask. Tears were still streaming down your face, your hands were shaking, you were so fucking mad, and sad, and destroyed. You almost wished he had been dead. 

"Kabal. Where. The. Fuck. have you been." He sighed, and you couldn't tell if he was making eye contact- or even trying to, through his mask.

"Don't worry about it." You were clenching your hands so hard your nails started to bite into the skin of your palm.

"I swear to God, Kabal. You fucking left me without so much as a note. You're going to tell me why!" 

"I don't have to tell you anything." He pushed past you forcefully, making his way to the door. For a moment you just stood there in shock. What was wrong with him?!

"Excuse me?!" He sighed, walking over to your counter.

"I'm not doing this with you today." You were bubbling with rage, not able to even swallow your sobs. Kabal had stopped at the register, frozen for a moment, and you took that chance to reach out and grab him by the shoulder, forcibly turning him around.

"In case you fucking forgot, our wedding was supposed to be two months after you disappeared on me. Do you know how much that Fucking hurt?! Do you have any idea how much it hurts now, you piece of shit! God just- at least just TELL me why!" Kabal stiffened, and you knew he was starting to become angry. Or maybe he was sad. You couldn't tell. No one spoke for a long moment as you tried to wait for him to respond. He didn't. 

Your watery, angry eyes were glaring at him, and he watched as you walked behind the counter. In a moment of uncontrollable anger, you snatched the ring up and forced it into his hands. His shoulders slumped immediately when he realized what it was.

"Get the fuck out of my shop." Your hands were shaking, your face was still flushed, eyes red from the tears, but you didn't look away from him. He started to call your name, but you interrupted him.

"GET OUT!" Your voice had gone hoarse. Kabal didn't budge. Slowly, very slowly, he reached up to his mask. As he took it off. Your guarded expression immediately faltered.

His face was horribly scarred. You sucked in a breath from pure horror for a second. Burn scars all over his face. You looked at his hands, his neck. He was scarred everywhere. His face twisted in disgust as he analyzed your face.

"You really wanted to know that bad, huh? I left you because I already knew what you would think, what you would say if I came home to you like this." You were almost in shock, tears running down once again as you gently reached over the counter to touch Kabal's face. He flinched for a moment, but let you touch him. 

"What happened?" Your voice shook, horror evident on your face. His face fell for a moment as you touched him, so terribly gently. He hard look in his eye softened.

"What does it matter? I'm horrific." You let out a sad, snarky laugh. Cupping his face with both your hands, caressing his cheekbones just as gently as he did yours the morning he left.

"Don't you remember the night you proposed?" He sucked in a breath, and your hands gently pushed his short hair out of his face before you reeled yourself in. You wouldn't touch him like this. It didn't matter why he left you, he still did it. But even then, your heart ached for him. Damn, you needed to see a therapist.

"I had quit the black dragon. I was asking what you thought of me joining the NYPD." 

"And?" Your voice broke as you struggled to maintain a strict tone.

"...and?" You nodded tearfully, sniffling from all the crying. Kabal kept going. "We talked about my tendency to join violent fields. I… I had asked you if you'd still love me if I came home with bruises every night, just like I had used to." His face started to shift. You already knew he remembered what you were about to say. That flicker of anger started up in your chest as you spoke bitter words.

"I told you that I'd love you no matter how many scars, or bullet holes, or bruises you came home with, as long as you were coming home." Kabal's realization left a devastated look on his face, and no matter how bitter you felt, you couldn't help but reach for his hand. He held your hand back limply.

"...I kinda fucked that one up. Didn't I?" You laughed, a pitiful, angry noise.

"You did." You stopped for a moment. "You did." You felt numb as the words fell into a whisper.

"-But no matter how fucking angry I am, I don't think that statement ever changed, Kabal." He ran his thumbs over your knuckles, avoiding eye contact with you by looking down at them.

"... You'd really still love me after all this? After all the scars, all the time…" You pressed your lips into a line, sighing before squeezing his hand. His eyes started to water as your own began to dry.

"I..." It was difficult to say this. It really was. But you wanted him back. You really did. You wanted to give him that second chance. You wanted those sleepy mornings and the pillow talk and the awful food he cooks. You missed him so fucking much.

"It's gonna take a while, and certainly some couple's therapy, but Kabal…" You held his cheek again, lifting his head to look at you. You looked into his eyes and bit back what you were originally going to say. Letting out a pitiful laugh at yourself before doing your best to wipe that look from his face. You didn't owe him anything, but you saw an opportunity and took it.

"... I wouldn't mind seeing that ass in the morning again." Kabal was taken off guard for a moment, and you felt triumphant. He erupted in wonderful, happy laughter. Pulling you close from across the counter and kissing your forehead.

"How could I say no to that?"

.

.

.

"Kabal, weren't you supposed to take care of that one guy?" 

"Shit."

[thran-duils]

From All Sides (P.6)

Title: From All Sides (Part Six) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 2,280 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior

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“Where the hell is she?” Tony practically shouted.

They had made rounds around the inside of the cavern for the last fifteen minutes, looking in game rooms and cabins where she might be. Tony had ignored everything Steve was saying up until that point, on a rampage to find her. Much to Steve’s annoyance because he had an idea where she might be and even more so, annoying that Tony himself had left Y/N on the beach and was now mad she had wandered off. He had just wanted to drink and sit on the ship.

Grasping the opportunity of Tony standing still, Steve stepped into his sights.

“I’m sure she’s fine. Vanko said a dark-haired ‘boy’. It was probably Peter!” Steve blurted.

“Peter?” Tony demanded.

Steve saw the jealousy already swimming and he said, “Yeah. Who else would come swooping in to rescue her to make sure that no one took advantage of her? He knows she’s with you and he doesn’t want to piss his captain off. He did it for you! She’s probably with him!”

“Where’s his cabin?” Tony said.

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Peter walked with you down the sandy path. “And he just… left you down here? By yourself?” You nodded and Peter frowned.

“You don’t judge me?” you asked. He shook his head and a sad smile reached you. “I know many are not followers of religion here – myself included – but it seems the mere idea of… being with a woman would cause scorn. Casting me out.”

You had already spilled everything to Tony and telling someone else you felt close to felt now like nothing. You had held it inside for so long. And for how Tony reacted, you thought yourself perhaps wicked for how you had acted and you wanted to be clean with everyone. Peter was reacting far differently than Tony though. And that was not entirely shocking; Peter was not pining after you. He was objective.

Peter shrugged and said, “It does not bother me in the slightest. Eloise was nice.”

Nice. As if that was the only thing that mattered. Nothing else. It was so simple when he put it like that.

“Yes… she was.”

“Is,” Peter corrected, giving you a bump with his shoulder for reassurance.

“Right. Is.”

Peter asked, “Do you really want to go back to our home port? To see if she is still there? I mean… you said yourself that you did not think she would ever return the feelings. So… do you think it would be worth it? To go back to settle for that?”

You sighed heavily. You could read the undertone of his words. You had someone here that actually returned your feelings.

But then he cut you off at the knees of that thought about Tony.

“I mean, going back to port makes sense if you are looking to find Adam.”

Turning your head towards him, you met his gaze. And you could see he could see the remorse in your eyes.

His shoulders slumped and he asked, “Did you… were you never considering him?”

Reluctantly, you admitted, some tears coming, “I didn’t know how to let him down easily. He was so kind. I would feel guilty doing it, but I still felt guilty not doing it.”

“May I have your problem some day of having multiple people after me,” Peter said. Your face fell and he quickly said, “I did not mean for that to come off as crass. I can see it was hard. I was… just trying to make light. It was not the time. Sorry.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while. The waves lapped at the shore, coming close to your own feet. The sand was wet, and it felt good beneath your bare feet, your shoes held in your hand. The moonlight was reflecting off the sea, lighting the beach. You could stay here… truly. Just build a house up further in the rocks and always have the sea to look out at.

Peter was still quiet, waiting for you to initiate again. You cleared your throat.

“No. I know. I had multiple people. Some dropped off after a month or so, but they kept coming. Tony was constant. And… I knew. I knew this whole time if it was anyone, it was going to be Tony. And I don’t mean that in a last resort kind of way. It’s just the one that made the most sense. But like I told you, I’m afraid of being left behind.”

“Maybe he would not leave you behind? He’s already brought you on the ship.”

“Out of necessity. I’m sure that will change. And then I’ll just be left to wait for him.” You scoffed, suddenly angry again about your exchange with him earlier. “And he was so indignant that I loved anyone but him.”

“He’s a jealous man,” Peter commented.

“He is!” you agreed. “He cannot stand it knowing someone else was in my sights! Even Adam! He cornered him you know? I know he was threatening him. I didn’t heart it but I could see it in their body language. I was a prize for him, and he was making sure no one else would win me but him.” You inhaled deeply before admitting. “But what he said was true. I kept him dangling. Because I could not face the fact that Eloise and I were not to be. And I may have fueled his jealous behavior by continuing to flirt and giving him the hope he needed to be persistent.”

Peter looped arms with you and leaned in. “If he really likes you, he’ll get over it.”

You snorted, holding him tighter. “Tony? Get over a slight? I will live to see the day. He could not even handle it when men merely flirted with me at the tavern when he was at port and witnessed it.” You exhaled deeply and said, “I shouldn’t have told him about Eloise. I was pretty far deep in a bottle and thought maybe it would be okay, but I should have known then he would be envious. Even more so now that we have laid together.”

You suddenly blanched, realizing what you had divulged and shot Peter an embarrassed look.

Peter recovered quickly and ran a hand through his hair. “Are you happy though?”

“Mostly.”

“’Mostly’?”

“Yes. He will take care of me, is far too handsome for his own good, and he is kind enough to me. And is not… unskilled in the bedroom.” Peter’s lip upticked at the corner and you elbowed him with the arm looped, causing him to grunt before the two of you laughed. “I just wish he had not gotten so angry with me for telling him my feelings. He is possessive. And his anger is so easily lit. A very short fuse.”

Peter shrugged as if it was simple. “Then let’s just stay out. You and me. We have this whole ocean. And we can go lay on the grass up there when we are done and watch the stars.”

“That sounds romantic.”

“Trust me, Y/N. I’m not after you. Not to insult but I have my eyes set on the sea.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sounds like someone else I know.”

“And there had been a girl at port.”

That piqued your interest. “Who?”

“Mary Jane.”

“The florist?” He nodded and you smiled, grasping his hand. “You two would make a fine match.”

“If we ever go back to port, she’ll be the first one I will look for.”

“Why not request to go back? We both have someone to look for?”

Peter shook his head. “No… I think I was driven from port with events beyond my control. Right now, I need to follow the tide.” You frowned and he shrugged. “If we are meant to be, we will find each other again.”

“I wish I was so easily able to go with the flow as you,” you told him.

Peter snorted now. He pushed you towards the waterline, your feet dipping into the wave that lapped at the sore. “Come on now! Have some fun! You deserve it!”

“We’re both drunk.”

“That’ll make it this much more fun! Come on. Tony was an asshole to you, and you need to blow off some steam!”

He was right.

You dropped your shoes onto the sand, further up away from where the waves would touch them, and he followed your lead. Bending over one foot at a time, Peter pulled his shoes off and tossed them. You tore your gown off, leaving you in your shift. Your gown fluttered to the ground closer but far enough away to ensure it would not be swept away.

The water was up at your waist before Peter swooped at you and drug you under with him. Your scream was lost as you closed your mouth at the last second to make sure you did not swallow any salt water. The water was reprieve, a cold bath.

<><><>

“Well, there she is,” Sam commented, stopping on the grassy path outside the cavern. They had been hiking up it to check around the island.

He pointed down the cliffs and found Y/N only yards away from where her and Tony had been down on the beach. And there was a dark-haired boy with her. Peter, it looked like. And they were swimming together.

Tony rolled his eyes to high heaven before turning around and making to go back down.

“We need that boy. The food has been so much better with him the last couple weeks,” Steve hissed at Bucky and Sam. “Please don’t let him do anything rash. He’s still beyond drunk! Be on my side!”

Without waiting for them to answer, he turned and followed Tony quickly.

<><><>

Storming up to the edge of the waves, Tony shouted, “Y/N!”

She had just surfaced and had not heard him. He bellowed her name again over the waves and she turned her head towards him.

Her expression darkened as she recognized him, brushing her hair away from her forehead, and she shouted back, “What the hell do you want, Tony?”

Tony bristled at her attitude.

“Get out of the damn water!” he demanded, coming into the waves. “Come to my cabin!”

“No!” she snapped, still holding onto Peter’s arms. Peter was looking at Tony uncomfortably, nervous. “You’ve made your feelings clear! I’m just a whore, remember! I should sleep in any bed!”

Tony started coming through the waves, his legs dragging in the current until he was almost knee deep, stopping again. “I will not have you sleeping anywhere but my cabin! Get. Over. Here. Now!” She huffed disobediently, and he shouted, “Before I lose my fucking temper!”

His shout seemed to get through to her.

She shot Peter a look before pulling away from him. He followed her still all the same and Tony fought the monster clawing away inside his chest. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, he yanked her to him and she stumbled in the water.

“If anything makes you look like a whore, it’s being in your underdress with a man under the moonlight! And not to mention, kissing another merely an hour before!” She opened her mouth to argue and he spat, “Save it!”

He demanded you pick up your dress and shoes. You angrily followed his directions, and he took a tight hold of your wrist again, yanking you close once more. Over your shoulder, he told the men he had brought with him, “We’re going to my cabin. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you for your assistance. Please, grab one a bottle from the bar and put it on my tab.” They seemed to perk up that. His eyes fell on Peter and he sneered, “Get yourself dressed, boy. You’re going to be needed for breakfast sooner rather than later.”

With that, he pulled you behind him up the path towards the cavern again. But he was not taking you towards the cabins, he was taking you towards his ship. He was silent, ignoring your questioning. As soon as you were into his quarters again though, he propelled you in front of him, letting go. You stumbled, trying to catch your balance as he turned away and closed the door behind him. You threw your dress and shoes on the ground, pissed off.

He was on you in a second, a finger held up in warning. “I’ve had quite enough of your games, Y/N! I have been patient! I have given you choice and time and—FUCK! All the time in the world! You’re here with me now and that’s how it is going to stay! No more pussyfooting around!”

“I’m not pussyfooting—”

“This is where you stay,” Tony interrupted roughly, his finger pointed downwards at the hardwood of the cabin, his gaze burning into you. “You do not step foot off the ship but also, this room is where you stay!”

“I’m not a pet you can keep caged up!” you protested.

He closed the space quickly, fire burning in his eyes. “Watch me!” Tony snarled, towering over you.

You cowered back slightly, and he noticed. He was firm when he told you, “It’s just me. From now on. That’s all you get. If you really truly have feelings for me, this is your time to prove it. Stay in here! Like I just told you!” He leaned in to hiss, “Don’t test me, love! I’m done playing nice!”

He turned around furiously and strode out of his quarters, slamming the door behind him, and you jumped at the sound.

~~~

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 12// Illusion of a dream

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | Wanda helps you stay out of HYDRA’s control

Warnings | kissing, swearing (maybe?)

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Hands interlaced, fingers tangled together and arms brushing lightly, y/n and Bucky wandered leisurely down the streets of Brooklyn. Casting shadows of burnt orange swooped down from the apartment blocks which towered high above them, the thin smattering of clouds blotched across the sky and petered out to reveal the star-speckled night-sky.

A soft sigh filled the space between them, a content smile stretching y/n's lips as she felt Bucky squeeze her hand a little tighter. The sound of her kitten heels clicking on the pavement echoed beautifully, the sound bouncing behind them as if someone were following them.

A squeal, high and playful, slipped through y/n's lips as Bucky suddenly jerked her to the side, her body caving to follow his.

"Bucky!" Y/n gasped, grunting softly as her back settled against the scratchy bricks of the tall building, the darkened lighting of the small alleyway engulfing them as Bucky chuckled.

"What?" The soldier grinned, a mischievous sparkle to his eye as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Y/n's face broke into a grin of her own, the smile stretching wide over her face as her eyes darted between Bucky's.

"Kiss me." She mumbled, hands resting flat on his chest, the dirty-green uniform soft beneath her touch. "Kiss me, soldier." Y/n whispered as he leaned further into her, his breath hot on her cheeks as his nose bumped against hers.

When their lips met it was awkward, clumsy even, with teeth clashing and giggles shared between mouths. Bucky finally pulled away, a hint of adoration could be found within the depths of his steep-blue eyes, a shadowy hue to add to the mesmerising merge of colour.

"I'm sorry - I don't really know what I'm doing." Y/n admitted sheepishly, cheeks growing hot as she looked away from him. Bucky's fingers found their way to y/n's chin, lifting her head up so she was looking into his eyes once again.

"You're doing perfect, doll." The soldier murmured, leaning forwards to connect their lips again.

This kiss was better, less messy. It was slow, languid, lips massaging lips and tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Y/n couldn't help herself from moaning into it, something that made Bucky's lips curls into something of a smirk as her hands grasped his uniform tighter.

"So much for not kissing me on our first date." Y/n mumbled as she pulled back this time, a little breathless as she let both Bucky and the wall behind her carry her weight. Bucky flashed a boyish grin, pearly-white teeth on display as his hands gave her hips a little squeeze.

"I couldn't help myself, doll."

...

"Do you have to go?" Bucky mumbled against Steve's neck, lips pressing to the column of his throat. Steve sighed heavily, hand rubbing soothingly against Bucky's shoulder as he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss into the brunet's hair.

"I'm sorry, Buck. But sadly the world doesn't stop when something bad happens. We've gotta find these guys, if even just a few HYDRA members are out there, we could be in danger. All of us." Steve explained, his heart aching at how tired Bucky sounded.

Sure, he was probably just knackered from how hard he had just been fucked, but Steve knew there were other factors contributing to his boyfriend's dropping eyelids and weak voice.

"I love you." Steve mumbled, interlacing his free hand with Bucky's, their legs tangling together.

"I love you too, punk." Bucky murmured, the ever-growing urge to sleep consuming his words with a lace of exhaustion.

"Jerk." Steve shot back, but a fond smile had found a way of twisting his lips as the word fell from him mouth.

...

The music was loud, but the boisterous sound of clicking heels and joyous laughter were louder. Y/n giggled, hand clasped tightly in Bucky's as he dragged her onto the dance floor.

"May I have this dance?" The soldier asked once they'd got out into the crowd of dancing people, holding y/n's hand still as he dipped into a bow before her. Y/n felt her cheeks grow hot, the sight of Bucky's blue eyes peering up at her through his lashes one she decided that she'd never grow tired of.

"You may." Y/n smiled back, voice playful as Bucky stood up straight and placed a hand on her waist.

"Bucky!" She gasped as he tugged her into him, her body flush against his as his feet begun moving. Y/n quickly found his rhythm, her feet gliding over the floor in time with his as she clasped his hand in hers, her other hand resting against his shoulder.

What she didn't expect, was for him to dip her. He dipped her low, so low that her hair fluttered over the wooden floor and their noses mingled. Bucky paused, and the room seemed to melt away.

Their eyes captured each other, breathing low and laboured as Bucky dared a glance at y/n's slightly parted lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He mumbled, lips almost brushing over hers as he spoke.

"Please." Y/n breathed back, and his lips were on hers. The kiss was sweet, loving. It was more tame than the one in the alley, but no less passionate.

I love you, soldier, is what y/n wanted to say in that moment. But she couldn't will herself to do so, she'd only known the man a few months - was it too soon?

The room seemed to fade back in as he pulled away, the song ended and a break for the band being announced and y/n took a deep breath. The moment was gone.

...

Wanda sighed, her hand turning the door handle before she was walking into the lab. Bruce looked up as she walked in, a small, sympathetic smile tight on his lips.

"Hey, Wanda. Do you need something?" He spoke, placing his clipboard on the table before leaning against it and facing the girl.

"Yeah- I, uh, have you had any luck with y/n's blood yet? Have you found anything?" Wanda asked, tugging at her sleeves as she spoke. Bruce's brows pulled into a brief frown before he was standing straight again, striding across the room.

"I'm getting there. It seems to me that whatever HYDRA did to her, is very similar to the super soldier serum. When I compared her blood to both Steve's and Bucky's, they all have it in common." Bruce said, fiddling with something on his desk for a moment.

"So why is she losing control? Bucky said they never used mind control on her like they did on him." Wanda pondered. Bruce huffed a sigh.

"Well, that's where it gets more complicated. I think she's being...tampered with." Bruce explained, scratching the back of his neck.

"Tamper with?" Wanda repeated.

"My theory is that they must've implanted something to help control her if need be, but it's been damaged or interfered with so instead of actually controlling her, it's making y/n lose control over herself." Bruce elaborated and Wanda nodded slowly.

"So we need to keep them out." She continued, and Bruce nodded. "I can do that. If I keep her mind occupied, you can find a way to fix her, right?"

"I think so. But it may take some time."

...

After dancing, Bucky insisted on walking y/n home. Of course, she wasn't going to argue. The streets were empty, slightly dark as the faint orange hum of the street-lights hovered over them like a halo.

All of a sudden, Bucky stopped. Y/n looked at him confused, her confusion only growing when Bucky grinned at her.

"What are you doing, soldier?" She tilted her head to the side, squealing a little gasp as he pulled the file into his and spin her around. He ended her movement with a dip, her hair brushing over the floor once again as Bucky's hot breath hot her face.

"I missed my chance earlier. So I thought I'd give it another shot." He mumbled, placing another sweet kiss to her lips before pulling away. "I love you, y/n."

Y/n couldn't contain her smile, eyes alight with joy as Bucky smiled down at her.

"I love you too, soldier."

...

Peter was...guilty, to say the least. He was sat wallowing, head in his hands and knees tucked to his chest. He couldn't stop thinking about it, thinking that everything happening was his fault.

Sure, y/n was the one that almost killed him, but he also provoked her. He lit the fuse, he made the fuse with tears of torment, exclusion and neglect. He made sure that Tony paid her no attention, because he wanted it himself.

And now, y/n was locked up, the CIA wanted to read charges, and it was Peter's fault.

And he hated it.

The boy took a deep breath, closed first hovering an inch or two away from the closed door. He'd been stood there so long, fist curled so tight that his knuckles where spotted with patches of bleeding-white, trying to muster the courage just to knock.

When his hand made contact with the wood, the sound was dull. Hollow. Fuck.

Peter instantly finding himself retracting his hand as if it had been scalded with hot water, his teeth gnawing on his knuckles in nervousness as he slowly backed away from the door.

But then, it swung open.

He looked exhausted, to put it politely. Bucky's hair was ragged, strands falling out of his lose braid to frame his face whilst the actual plait was fraying with frizz. His eyes were heavy, pulled and dragged by offensive bags hanging low to crown his cheeks, whilst his brows knitted together with a mix of confusion and fatigue.

If anything was clear, it was that Bucky hadn't slept well since y/n had been locked up.

But then again, neither had Peter.

"I have a plan." Is all Peter said, weak and frail as his voice cracked.

Bucky nodded, his large frame tilting as he stepped to the side with an outstretched arm. Peter spring to step, feet moving quickly over the carpeted floor as he made his way into the super soldier's room.

[moonscriptsx]

Make Me Proud (M)

SUMMARY: With the release of his second mixtape and her album, the public are eating up the so-called chart rivalry between (Y/N) and Yoongi, desperately wanting to see one succeed over the other. But what they don’t know is that the two are happily together and are happily basking in each other’s success -- both literally and figuratively.

GENRE/WARNINGS: Idol!Verse, Idol!Reader; this is PWP to the max. Completely smut filled with mutual praise, mutual oral, unprotected sex (be safe, kids), dirty talk, hair pulling, and slight possessive terms. Yoongi and the reader just really, really love and appreciate one another.

WORDS: 5.6k.

A/N: This is a product of what happens when I’m drunk and listening to Yoongi’s new mixtape.

“It’s an exciting day for music today in the K-Pop world, ladies and gentlemen! BTS’s Suga surprised fans with the release of his (fire) second mixtape and MV - Agust D’s Daechwita - which set the charts ablaze early this morning -- both figuratively and literally. Not long after that, SM’s Princess (Y/N) (L/N) released her well anticipated mini album along with the MV as well. The goddess has blessed us once again with her heavenly vocals as she skyrockets to the top of the charts. Between Agust D and the sweet Princess, we’re not sure who’s going to come out as number one -- but we’re more than happy to witness this battle.”

FRIDAY - 11:15 PM

Yoongi lets out a grunt of surprise when his back hits the bed, the rapper’s arms encasing your body around his as you straddled his hips. Your chest is pressed against his as you caged his head between your arms, your lips pressing heated kisses to every inch of skin on his face. Yoongi mewled in delight as your lips found purchase on the pulse point of his neck, your teeth grazing over the juncture as you moaned in appreciation against his skin. Yoongi’s tilting his head back, the rapper giving you more access to his neck as he made a noise of approval in his throat.

“Baby,” he muttered, fingertips ghosting along the hem of your shirt. “Not that I’m complaining -- but what’s all of this about?”

Leaning one arm on the bed, you use the other to bunch up Yoongi’s shirt along his body, the rapper’s bare torso coming into view as you licked your lips at the sight.

“That fucking video,” you managed to gasp out, your lips sucking a mark into the underside of Yoongi’s jaw. “That mixtape.. Jesus, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s hands are holding onto your hips as he raises his own, grinding your bodies together as he let a smirk dance across his lips.

“You liked it that much, baby?”

The teasing tone in his voice has you mewling in delight, your head nodding as you rolled your hips down onto his. Gripping the hem of his shirt, you’re pulling the material off of him and tossing it aside, your clothed chest pressing against his as you leaned down and feverishly caught his lips with yours. Yoongi’s moaning against your mouth, the rapper’s hands finding purchase in the tresses of your hair as he pulled the strands.

Lifting his hips up, he’s resting his feet on the bed as his thighs encased around your body, effectively trapping you between his legs as Yoongi tilted his head. The kiss grew with fervor, both yours and Yoongi’s lips fusing together with passion each time they pressed against one another’s. He’s lazily tonguing against the seam of your mouth, waiting patiently for your lips to part, and when they do, he’s speeding up the movements of his lips as the wet muscle prodded in delight against yours. Tightening his grip on your hair, he’s smirking against your mouth when you’re whimpering in pleasure, the rapper twisting his wrist until he’s made a makeshift ponytail in his hand.

“God, I can’t believe you’re this worked up, baby.”

Drawing back from his mouth, you’re sending him an incredulous look.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Yoongi?” You managed to breathe out, and Yoongi’s admiring the way your lips are red and swollen from the intensity of the kiss. “The second you came on screen I had to fight the urge to fucking jump you right then and there.”

Yoongi chuckled at that, the rapper sending you a flirty look.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, bemused. “I don’t think the boys would’ve liked that too much.”

You’re half listening to him speak as you trailed your digits across the planes of his chest, making note of the fact that Yoongi has gotten slightly broader and far more muscly than he previously had been. There’s a slight definition to his body as you trailed down the expanse of his abdomen, a hum of approval escaping you, and you’re settling your gaze on the heated one of your boyfriend’s as you lowered yourself to press kisses against his chest.

“It’s not even the fact that you looked good in the video,” you began, trailing kisses down Yoongi’s stomach. “It’s the overwhelming pride and joy that I hold for you.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath as your fingertips slid their way to the hem of his jeans, the rapper biting the inside of his lip as he stared down at your lustful gaze.

“You’re proud of me?”

His shaky voice made heat swell within your lower belly, your thighs pressing together in relief as you popped open the brass button of his jeans.

“Baby,” you purred, keeping your gaze on him. “You have no idea how fucking proud I am of you -- how fucking proud I am to call you mine.”

Beneath you, you could feel Yoongi’s cock jolt in excitement at the possessive term, the rapper mewling quietly as he looked down at you with a sedated gaze. You’re sliding the jeans down his lean legs as you slithered down his body, your digits grasping the hem of his briefs now.

“Mm, ‘m all yours.”

Yoongi’s voice is slurred with desire as he cradled your face in his hands, the rapper admiring you as you sent him a sultry look.

“My baby,” you mused, tugging his briefs down his legs.

Taking his hardened cock in your hands, you’re licking a stripe on the underside of his cock, the action drawing a loud groan from the rapper.

“My love --”

Flickering your gaze up to look at Yoongi, you licked your lips in anticipation before letting one last term of endearment escape from you.

“My king.”

The sound that left Yoongi’s mouth was near pornographic as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, the rapper tangling his fingers in your hair as your mouth moved to engulf more of him. Your king… The words have Yoongi reeling with pleasure, pride completely engulfing him as he looks down at you, the image of you licking the length of his cock now and forever etched into his memory. He’s keening in delight as his blunt nails dug into your scalp, the rapper pushing your head further down the length of his cock.

Your mouth is warm around him, the heat from your tongue sending goosebumps along Yoongi’s body, and the vibrations of your soft hums are reverberating against Yoongi’s length and rocking his hips forward, the rapper relishing in the pleasure you’re bringing him. His hips are rolling against the movements of your tongue, his body thrashing about on the bed as he grips the shaft of your tresses.

“Holy fuck, angel,” Yoongi’s teeth are harshly gritted together, voice gruff with arousal. “God, you take my cock so well.”

You mewled against his cock at that, taking in all of the praise as you dropped your hand from his length. Instead you’re sliding your lips down until he’s completely enveloped within the warm cavern of your mouth, one hand gripping the flesh of his thigh while the other reaches down to gently grasp his balls. Yoongi is a complete mess underneath you, the rapper swearing profusely into the air as his hips rock up to fuck into your mouth. You’re humming against the movement, your hand enclosing tighter around his balls as you let Yoongi fuck your mouth.

“Jesus, fuck -- (Y/N) --!” Yoongi can barely catch his breath as he jolted forward, the rapper grabbing a fistful of your hair as he tugged the tresses harshly. “God, what did I do to -- fuck -- de-deserve you?”

You’re wiping the tears from your eyes as you steadied your gaze on Yoongi, taking in the sight of him completely unraveled beneath your ministrations as you swallowed around the length of his cock. He’s reeling in pleasure, your name falling from his lips like a broken record, and you can feel the pride swelling within your chest as you watched him. His praises have you sucking harder, tugging more frequently on his balls, as you bring him to his release.

“Oh -- fuck --!”

Yoongi’s orgasm comes in spurts, the warm liquid leaking from his cock as it engulfed the inside of your mouth, your tongue lapping up every last drop as you watched the rapper shudder in pleasure. His hands drop the grip on your hair as he sunk into the bed, completely fucked out from the intensity of his release. You had to fight the smirk that was daring to spread across your lips as you slid your mouth off of his length, swallowing every last bit of his seed.

Your hands are slithering up the expanse of his chest as you made your way back up to him, leveling your face to his. Looking down at him with nothing but admiration, you watched as Yoongi sluggishly reached up to grasp the back of your neck, the rapper bringing you down to press a heated kiss to your lips.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, angel.”

Yoongi’s voice is gruff, words muffled by your lips, and he’s pulling you closer to him as he tiredly runs his hand underneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the ridges of your spine as he fights the exhaustion trying to claim his eyelids.

Gently rolling to the side of him, you let your body mold into Yoongi’s as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Sleep, baby,” you murmured, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

“Have to make you cum.”

Yoongi’s drowsy words made you chuckle quietly, your gaze landing on the - now asleep - rapper. You’re completely reveling in the pride and joy that the man endlessly brought to you, your head resting on the plane of his chest before you fell asleep to the calm of his heartbeat.

SATURDAY - 09:08 AM

In a turn of events, Yoongi had been the first one up that morning. The brightness of the sun peeking through the white lace curtains had raised the rapper from his slumber. Wordlessly he grumbled as he leaned up to push the two curtains together, engulfing the room into a much darker setting as he blocked out the rays of the sun from waking you up. There’s a deep frown on his face as he shoved himself against the pillows, not particularly thrilled to be up at the moment. Reaching over to the nightstand next to him, he grabs his phone and almost groans in frustration.

09:08 AM.

As much as he would enjoy going back to sleep, he knew that his body would never let him do so now that he was already awake. Letting the pillows surround him, he lets a pout form on his plump lips as he unlocked his phone and opened the Google app. Immediately he’s hit with a familiar name on the top of the trending page, his curiosity piquing in interest as he clicks on the topic.

SM Entertainment’s (Y/N) (L/N) achieves all-kill almost seconds after album release!

A prideful smile painted itself across Yoongi’s lips as he read the title, the rapper clicking on the article as he skimmed through the passage. The remarks about how talented you were, that this was your best album yet -- the achievements and praise have him glancing down at the words in a look of fondness, the rapper scrolling down to the comments to gauge the public’s opinion.

[+078] She is actually fucking unbeliveable! How is this possible?! And only two years after her debut!!!

[+036] The beauty, the talent, the grace -- a complete superstar. All other idols are quaking.

[+053] She’s kicking Min Yoongi’s ass!

At that last comment, Yoongi’s phone vibrated, signaling that he had an incoming message. Closing out of the article and app, he’s thumbing over to his messages, the rapper almost letting out a loud laugh at the response.

From: Jeongguk Your girlfriend is kicking your ass on the charts, hyung.

Locking his phone, Yoongi turned his head so that he could glance over at your sleeping figure. You were lying peacefully on your stomach, one hand underneath your pillow while the other was resting on the side of you. Your head was turned towards Yoongi, the rapper drinking in the features of your face, a fond smile gracing his lips as he watched you sleep. You were so beautiful to him -- with or without makeup. The beauty you held, the grace you poised… Yoongi was beyond smitten for you.

He could remember the first time he watched you perform, the rapper almost instantly taken with you as he recalled watching you on the stage. The charisma and passion you held with you while you danced and sang on the platform was something Yoongi would never forget. You were completely and utterly in your element while you were on stage, commanding attention the moment you were front and center. Your sweet personality was overtaken by nothing short of badass energy as soon as those lights hit you. You gave everything your 110% -- and he loved every second of it.

Putting his phone on do not disturb, Yoongi is placing the device back onto the nightstand before rolling towards you. Gently grabbing a hold of your arms, he’s pulling you until your lying on your back, his body slightly hovering over yours now as he rests above you. Dipping his head down, he’s letting his lips press soft kisses against the flesh of your neck, the rapper’s mouth coaxing you awake as he littered them along the expanse of the skin.

You groan at the intrusion, your hand reaching up to swat the disturbance away only to have it caught in a grasp. A huff of annoyance escapes you as you open one eye, the smirking face of Yoongi coming into a blurred view as the rapper grinned at you with delight.

“Good morning, angel,” he cooed, bringing your wrist to his lips.

“Too early,” you grumbled, frowning at him as he littered kisses up the length of your arm now. “Let me sleep.”

Clicking his tongue at your words, Yoongi managed to squeeze himself between your legs, the rapper on top of the blanket as he caged your body in his arms.

“Angel, we have to celebrate.”

His words coax you to open your eyes, your gaze settling on his smirking face.

“Celebrate what?”

Yoongi’s smirk never dropped from his lips as he wedged his face between your neck and shoulder, tongue lazily lapping along your collarbone.

“The fact that you’re number one.”

Your eyes widened at his words, your head lifting from the bed as you made a move to look down at Yoongi only to be pushed back flatly to the bed, Yoongi’s mouth attacking your neck.

“Wh --” you breathed out, moaning softly when Yoongi nipped at the weak spot on your neck. “What do you mean?”

“You passed me, angel,” he crooned against your neck. “You’ve got the top spot.”

Yoongi raised his head from your neck then, the rapper slotting his lips against yours instead as he kissed you with fervor. His hands moved up to cradle your face as he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, the rapper groaning softly as yours parted almost instantly. Your tongue swirled around his as he kissed you, one hand dropping from your face as it trailed down your clothed stomach.

“My talented angel,” he murmured hotly against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. “My hardworking angel”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Yoongi pushed your shirt above your breasts, his lips following suit and making sure every bit of visible skin was being kissed. Tugging the bunched up hem, he’s pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side, his lips instantaneously wrapping around a flushed bud as he suckled softly on your breast. You’re keening in response, your hand tangling in the black tresses of his hair as you arched into his touch. Using his free hand, he’s kneading the other breast, thumb and forefinger teasingly tweaking your nipple.

Mewling in delight at the contrast between the harsh pulls on your bud to the kitten licks Yoongi was giving, you relished in the pleasure as your boyfriend’s free hand trailed south, fingertips ghosting along the hem of your panties and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You’re whining softly, wanting completely overtaking your mind and body as you gripped the back of Yoongi’s head and brought him up to your lips, kissing him with a fervor as your body ignited with passion.

Yoongi hummed against your mouth as his hand slipped into your panties, his digits teasingly sliding between your folds as he coated them with your arousal. You’re moaning at the contact, your hips bucking up into his touch, and Yoongi is clicking his tongue in disapproval as he pulled away from your mouth.

“Patience, angel,” he reprimanded, giving you a smirk. “I’m making up for last night.”

You watched as Yoongi slithered down your body, lips following his torso in suit, kisses being pressed to your skin in a chaste manner as he made his way down. Kneeling between your legs, he’s parting your thighs as his thumbs hooked into the hem of your panties, the material sliding down the expanse of your legs before they’re tossed carelessly to the side.

Hooking his hands around the width of your thighs, he’s kissing his way from your ankle up, lips ghosting along the flesh of your entire leg as he made his way up to your thigh. Nibbling softly on the inner flesh, the rapper cursed softly, blunt nails digging into your skin as he peered up at you through his long eyelashes.

“You talk about me looking good in my video but, angel,” he paused, moving to the other leg to repeat the same process. “You’ve never seen yourself from this angle -- keeping me locked between your legs; kissing you, licking you, sucking anything and everything. God, angel -- how are you real?”

Yoongi’s breath is hot, fanning your core as you whimpered, wanting more of his touch as he gripped your thighs roughly.

“You are mine,” he breathed out, gaze locked on your sopping pussy. “Just as I am yours -- you are my queen.”

You watched as his head dipped towards your mound, tongue poking from between his lips as he licked a solid stripe between your folds. Yoongi’s name falls from your lips with a wanton moan, your fingers twisting themselves the pitch black of his hair, and you’re relishing in the feel of his tongue as he gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth.

Your lips are parted as Yoongi suckled along your folds, tongue prodding your entrance, and you’re grinding along to the rhythm as you fist through his hair. Yoongi’s murmuring against your core in appreciation, sweet nothings being muttered against it, and you’re mewling in delight as your hips roll.

Yoongi is completely enthralled in your pleasure, the rapper tonguing any and every part of your pussy as he wrapped his lips around your clit. Bringing the bud into his mouth, he’s sucking harshly, the action drawing a near pornographic moan from your lips as you grinded against his ministrations. Blunt nails dug into the flesh of your thigh and Yoongi is bringing you closer -- if that was even possible -- towards him as he slid his hands around to grip your ass.

Large hands grip the flesh of your ass, kneading and massaging, before he’s drawing back one hand and letting it ricochet against the skin, slapping your ass as hard as he could. Your back arches in pleasure, his name falling from your lips in something akin to a shout as your thighs were placed on his shoulders. He’s completely delved in between your legs, tonguing relentlessly at your clit as he all but murdered the sensitive bud with his mouth.

You’re unraveling quickly beneath his ministrations, the pleasure completely overtaking you as you clenched your thighs around Yoongi’s head, letting him continue his assault on your core. The rapper mewls into your pussy, one hand falling from your ass as he teasingly traced a digit along your folds, before sliding it inside of you wordlessly. You’re keening at the sensation, your hips pressing into his mouth and hand as he curled the digit.

Yoongi doesn’t even wait to add another finger, the rapper sliding a second digit inside of you as he scissored them, his fingers ghosting along the velvet walls of your pussy. Between the ministration of his mouth and hands, you’re falling apart at a rapid pace, Yoongi’s name the only thing on your mind as you squealed, thighs clenching around the rapper’s head as an overwhelming warmth enveloped the pit of your stomach.

You’re riding Yoongi’s mouth and fingers as your high was washed over you, the rapper’s mouth falling open as he drew himself back from your core. You’re too wrapped up in the pleasure to even notice the shock written across your boyfriend’s face, your eyes squeezed completely shut as the white light danced across your closed eyelids, until Yoongi’s muttering under his breath.

“You just fucking squirted on my face.”

Your eyes snapped open at that, a harsh red flush skirting its way across your cheeks as you looked down at your awestruck boyfriend.

“I --” you paused, completely embarrassed. “Yoongi I’m --”

“That was so fucking hot.”

Slithering his way up your body, Yoongi smashed his lips onto yours with fervor, the rapper slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself. You’re whimpering against his lips as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against you as he caged him between your body.

“I love you,” you breathed against his mouth, making Yoongi whine softly, the rapper encasing his lips entirely around yours.

“I love you more, angel.”

SUNDAY - 10:13 PM

“It’s been quite the battle between BTS’s Suga’s mixtape and (Y/N)’s new album. Which record will reach the top of the charts? It’s only been two days now but we can confidently say that -- has taken the lead --”

The broadcast is filled with static as the party goers booed at the poor reception, the onlookers wanting to know who was currently on top. For you and Yoongi, however, the two of you couldn’t care less. Sat in the corner with the seven BTS members and a few of your closest friends, you and Yoongi were attached at each other’s hips as your friends toasted to both of your successes. To them, you two were equal -- much like how it was for both you and Yoongi. While it was exciting to even chart, let alone be number one, for you and Yoongi, it was nothing but pride and joy for one another.

“I can’t believe you and Yoongi even left the bed,” your friend, Eunhee, snickered. “The two of you have been fucking each other’s brains out for the past two nights that I was beginning to get worried.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin at her comment.

“Listen,” you began, leaning closer towards her so that the others wouldn’t hear. “Once you and your boyfriend release something the same day and they’re both successful -- you’ll understand.”

“Yoongi and I aren’t doing it just because of the success, though,” you continued, giving her a pointed look. “When you love someone and you watch them succeed and grow as not only an artist but as a person… It’s special, Hee. He’s so passionate about what he does -- about who he is. And it’s so sexy.”

Eunhee nodded at your words, acknowledging the bond.

“I believe you,” she affirmed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “Now go over to your man because he’s been eye fucking you for a good ten minutes, now.”

At that, your gaze falls on Yoongi, the rapper’s intense stare sending a warmth throughout your body as you sent him a bashful smile. Bidding adieu to Eunhee, you made your way over to Yoongi, your arm comfortably wrapping around your boyfriend’s waist as he pulled you closer.

“Did I mention that you look beautiful tonight, angel?” He asked, a soft murmur in your ear. Blushing softly, you shook your head, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

“I don’t think you have, actually,” you rebutted, making Yoongi click his tongue in disapproval.

“What a shit boyfriend I am,” he retorted. “How can I not tell you that you’re the most gorgeous person this whole room right now?”

The hand he had around your waist slipped around to your back, his digits teasingly lowering to the space between your ass and back.

“Part of me wants to bring you to the bedroom and fuck you right here and now.”

Yoongi’s voice dropped an octave, the huskiness of his tone sending shivers down your spine, and you’re clutching the side of his suit jacket in your hand as you pressed yourself against his side.

“Please,” you murmured, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Let them all know who’s fucking me right.”

You watched as Yoongi’s lips curled into a snarl, the rapper gripping your wrist in his hand as he all but dragged you down the hallway towards your bedroom. Your hands are on his body before he’s even got the bedroom door closed, fingers gripping the lapels of his jacket as you pulled him towards you, your lips fusing together in a haste of passion. Yoongi’s hands are gripping your ass through your dress, long, slender fingers plucking the length of the zipper as he lifted you up and placed you on the edge of his dresser.

He’s sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as his hand slipped underneath the hem of your dress, fingertips hotly gliding along the length of your inner thigh as he pushed aside your silk panties. You’re mewling into his mouth, your own hand slipping into his pants as you gripped his hardening cock through his briefs. Yoongi groaned at the contact, the rapper drawing back from your lips as he rested his forehead against yours.

Wordlessly he’s pushing two digits past your folds, the touch sending you keening into him, his name falling from your mouth with a wanton moan. Yoongi doesn’t move, his forehead still pressed to yours, and he’s gazing down at the sight of his wrist completely hidden underneath the fabric of your dress, the rapper licking his lips at the sight.

“Mm, this is only for me,” he managed to spit out, voice filled with a lustful grit. “Right, angel?”

Yoongi curled the digits making you whimper against his cheek, your breath fanning across his face as you nodded hastily.

“Y-yes,” you managed to get out. “Only for you, baby.”

Smirking against the skin of your cheek, Yoongi placed a soft kiss to your flesh - completely stark in comparison to the rough movements of his fingers gliding along your silky walls - before fishing his cock out of his pants. You moaned at the sight, your lustful gaze drinking in the long, girthy length of his flushed cock. He’s making a move to grab the condoms out of one of the drawers when you grip his wrist, halting his movements.

“Want you to feel me,” you muttered, gripping his face in your hands as you brought him back to you. “Want to feel you inside of me -- only me.”

Yoongi’s silent for a moment, the rapper looking at you with wide, cautious eyes, almost as if he’s determining whether or not you’re serious, before nodding. Slamming his lips back onto yours, Yoongi guided his cock to the heat of your entrance, the rapper kissing you with nothing less of passion as he laced his fingers with yours. He’s pressing the head of his cock in between your folds, pushing inside slowly.

You moan loudly at the contact, completely disregarding the company out in your living room, and you grip tightly onto Yoongi’s hand as he sheathed himself completely inside of you.

No matter how many times he does so, it never gets old; the way your velvet slick walls take him in without issue, your pussy stretching deliciously to fit the wide girth of Yoongi’s cock -- almost as if it was made just for you -- as if he was made just for you.

Dropping his hand, you’re gripping the back of his neck as you pulled him down towards your neck, your hips lifting off the wood of the dresser so that you can meet his thrusts. You’re keening in pleasure, Yoongi’s name falling from your lips with a breathy moan, and he’s mouthing hotly at the flesh of your neck. His fingertips are pulling at the silk material of your dress, the article of clothing tearing apart as he ripped the seam up the slit, your thigh coming into view as he gripped the meat of your flesh harshly.

Bringing you closer until you’re completely wrapped around his waist, he’s leaning you back against the mirror connected to the dresser, his teeth barring against your shoulder as he bit into your skin. He’s leaving marks upon marks on your flesh, the rapper claiming you as his -- only his.

“Mm, you feel so good around me, baby,” he mewled in delight, hips rolling as he pushed all the way to the hilt. “So good, so tight -- and all mine.”

You’re whimpering at his words, your fingertips hastily pulling at the buttons on his shirt as you stripped him. His suit jacket fell to the floor with a quiet thump, the button down soon following, and you’re shamelessly raking your nails down the length of his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake as you gripped onto your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fucking yes, Yoongi,” you moaned, throwing your head back until it rested against the glass of the mirror. “Fuck me just like that -- god, you know how I like it.”

“You know I do, angel,” he growled against your neck, nipping harshly at the base. “Only me, right?”

A harsh thrust has you jolting against his body, a cry erupting from your lips as you relished in the pleasure.

“Yes,” you cried, clinging onto him. “Fuck -- only you, baby.”

Yoongi’s thrusts are speeding up, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room, and he’s slipping a hand between your bodies so that he can press the pad of his thumb against your clit.

“You gonna cum for me, angel?” He murmured, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You gonna cum for your king, baby?”

You mewled at his words, basking in the newly found - and loved - term of endearment. Tugging harshly at his raven locks, you’re bringing his face up to yours so that you can smash your lips against his, the rapper moaning in delight as he gripped the flesh of your ass with one hand, his thumb continuing its ministrations with the other.

“C’mon baby,” he coaxed, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. “Claim my cock with your cum like the queen you are.”

That alone had your head reeling, white hot pleasure enveloping your body as you arched your back. You’re pressed flush against the glass of his mirror, your thighs shaking around his waist as you let your release completely override your body. Blunt nails are digging into the flesh on the back of Yoongi’s neck, your hips riding against his cock as you ride out the aftermath. Yoongi’s lips are parted, the rapper staring down in awe at the joining of both of your bodies.

“Oh, fuck, angel,” he groaned, hammering his hips against yours as he chased his own high. “Cream all over me -- just like that.”

You’re sticky, you’re sweaty, you’re breathless -- but it’s perfect.

Yoongi is swearing profusely against the flesh of your neck, his high washing over him in hot spurts as his hips jolted forward. He’s got both hands placed on either side of you on the desk, his plump lips parted in pleasure as he stilled to a halt. Neither of you move as you fall into post-sex bliss, a sheen of sweat coating both yours and Yoongi’s bodies, and you’re humming in satisfaction, the sound akin to a purr.

Raking your fingers through Yoongi’s hair, you’re pulling his head up towards yours, your lips ghosting along the edge of his jaw as you kiss along his skin.

“I am so fucking proud of you,” you murmured, the sound reverberating against his cheek. “I don’t care who comes out on top, I just want you to know that I am so incredibly proud of you and how far you’ve come.”

Yoongi’s cock is still sheathed inside of you as the rapper nodding in acknowledgement.

“Same to you, angel,” he breathed out, his nose gently brushing against yours. “It’s been an honor watching you grow these past two years.”

You’re grinning widely at that, your head tilting up so that you can press your lips against his, which Yoongi responded to almost instantly.

You’re almost working your way up to a second round, your tongue massaging against Yoongi’s until there’s a pounding on the door.

“If the two of you are done,” Eunhee’s voice sounds, an annoyance in her tone. “They announced who’s currently at the top.”

Smirking at her words, you gripped Yoongi’s neck, bringing the rapper closer to you as you anticipated it being him.

“Who is it?” You called out.

There’s a brief pause, silence filling the bedroom, until Eunhee’s voice sounded once more.

“It’s (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened at that, lips parting in shock, and you can’t even get a word in before you catch sight of Yoongi’s smirking face, the rapper licking his lips in anticipation.

“Oh angel~” He crooned, singing softly as he pulled you off of the dresser and pinned you to the bed instead. “You’re in for a whole lot more of celebrating.”

[freebooter4ever]

Eugene follows Snafu Back To See The Caboose

After the girl on the train rejects him feistily, Snafu disappears once lunch is finished. So Eugene decides to hunt him down...

A short enemies to lovers 'missing scene' type oneshot that is basically a fanfic of a fanfic because the UST in @badgerms's F.M.L was too high, I needed them to kiss...so I wrote this using lolki's "what are you gonna do about it?" moment:

The back of the caboose is as deserted as Snafu expects it to be. The door to the outside deck shuts behind him with a literal and metaphorical heaviness. Snafu hopes he remembered to unlock it first. He slides his tie loose, unbuttons the top of his shirt, and slumps against the rail. After years of no real need to dress nice, Snaf starts getting antsy all dolled up among polite company. There was an ease in wearing his ratty service uniform everyday that he kinda misses. It was like a second skin, really. And eventually, when he wore it long enough, he stopped noticing the grime.

He lights a cigarette and sighs, watching the railroad ties pass underneath his feet as the train chugs along. His head feels so heavy slung between his shoulders, he could almost join them.

Watching the track is hypnotic, something to think about without thinking. Because the one thing currently filling his entire mind needs to go away.

Eugene Sledge.

Take necessity out of the equation, and he and Sledge are barely left with a friendship. Eugene doesn't look to Snafu for guidance like he used to, he doesn't look back to make sure Snafu is still running behind him - he doesn't look at Snafu much anymore period. Unless Snafu is acting like an ass. Or a fool. Or both at the same time. Like Eugene considers him some form of mild entertainment.

It hurts more than Snafu would like to admit. It hurts even worse when Snafu is forced to listen to Eugene's talk about 'when they get home', as if 'home' is a concept Snafu is expected to relate to.

Eugene and his ridiculous posturing about 'no plans'. Snafu knows better. Sledge is gonna leave K company behind, go back home to mama, get pa to get him a job, work his way up the social ladder, become successful, and forget all about the war.

Goddamn asshole.

Goddamn beautiful fucking asshole.

With perfect timing, the door to the caboose opens. "Hey," Eugene's shy voice comes up behind Snafu.

Snafu glances at the door. Without making eye contact he holds his cigarette carton out to Eugene.

"No thanks," Eugene says quietly, "Been trying to cut back."

That makes Snafu pause. He pockets the carton, and retreats from the usual cloud of smoke surrounding his head. Waving his hand through the air to try and disperse it, he backs up into the farthest corner of the caboose deck till his butt hits the cold railing. He's trying to put as much space between them as possible. Not that there's much space to begin with. The train is probably less than five feet wide.

"Am I interrupting?" Eugene asks politely, though his tone says he doesn't give a shit if he is.

Snafu just smirks at him. He flattens his cigarette between his lips, grasps onto the ladder attached to the caboose wall, and hoists himself onto the rail. He sits there and smokes, with one leg wrapped around the corner pole to keep himself stable.

Eugene eyes him warily, looking minorly concerned for Snafu's wellbeing if he falls off the train, but says nothing. He walks to the opposite end of the deck and leans over the rail there.

It gives Snafu a pretty good view of his ass.

The silence over them is awkward. They never had to fill silences like this during the war, in foxholes or on the roads. Back then they had too much noise, too much exhaustion for words. Now Snafu wishes Gene would just fucking say what he is thinking.

"Sorry," Eugene says.

Snafu grunts. He's gonna need more than that.

"Sorry for that girl stickin her nose up at you," Eugene continues.

"Only to be expected," Snafu mutters, petulant, "You didn't see her making her way back here, did you?" 

Eugene shakes his head. "This happens every time. Anybody would be better than you at talking to girls. Even me, and I've never talked to a girl who wasn't Sid's kid sister in my life," Eugene complains, "You've got the looks but as soon as you open your mouth you step in it, Snaf. There's no way that girl was ever gonna show."

"Never thought she would," Snafu drawls. He wonders why Eugene is even bringing this up.

"So why do you do it then?" Eugene asks, sounding annoyed, "Antagonize those girls?"

Snafu shrugs even though he knows Gene can't see it with his back to him. "No reason," he says. 'To make you look at me again, to get your attention back on me where it should be,' he adds inwardly.

Eugene bristles. Snafu swears he can see the hair on the back of the guy's neck stand up. "You sure you don't do it just to mess with me?"

"Why the fuck would me talking to girls mess with you?" Snafu scrunches his face up in confusion.

Eugene falls quiet. Like he only just now realized what words fell out of his mouth. 

Sensing Eugene isn't going to explain himself, Snafu shrugs and says, "I dunno, Sledgehammer." By now his cigarette is finally finished and he's ready to get back inside and away from whatever weird mood Sledge is in, "I just say shit. I don't mean any of it."

Eugene turns to look at him, and takes a few steps closer to lean against the rail nearby. He doesn't say a word, he just stares at Snafu with those soft sad eyes, and instantly makes Snafu feel like the biggest piece of shit to walk the earth. "You don't mean any of what you say?" he asks, his voice strangely vulnerable.

"Nah," Snafu throws the cigarette butt off the end of the train.

Eugene looks like a kicked puppy.

"I don't think about shit I do before I do it, Sledge," Snafu says, "Too much fucking work. Who does that?"

Eugene rolls his eyes. He's growing increasingly surly, as if Snafu is pushing him into this bad mood. 

"Why do you care anyway?" Snafu asks.

"Remember what you said to me, the night of VJ day?" Eugene asks, "After Burgie left us alone on those rocks to go get drunk with the other guys and I said to you, 'looks like it's just you and me again'?"

"Yeah," Snafu says.

"Did you mean what you said?" Eugene demands to know. Eugene goes all haughty and poised as if he deserves every right to be putting Snafu on the spot like this.

"I ain't the one reading anything into it," Snafu retorts.

"Is that a no?"

"No!" Snafu snaps.

"So you never mean any of the shit you say?" Eugene demands.

"Nope."

Eugene turns away from him, presents Snafu with a cold shoulder.

Snafu wishes he could kiss that sour face better.

Instead Snafu scoffs, "-And yeah, what if I did mean it? I ain't the one reading into things, and I ain't the one who's been avoiding the other. You're the one who thinks you're better than me. What's it matter if I did mean something six months ago, if it's changed now? What are you gonna do about it?" He says it like it's a challenge but judging from Eugene's change of expression, Gene takes it as an insult.

Eugene stares intently down at the tracks, his posture an exact replica of Snafu's earlier. There's a stubborn furrow in Gene's brow. His shoulders are tense. He's wound up tighter than a spring.

Snafu laughs at him, mocking him. It's a relief, to finally get the meanness out, how much he hates not being under Gene's skin - so much that he's come to dislike him. A string's been snapped in Snafu's brain, he lets loose, he laughs and laughs. He gets caught up in his own amusement. He doesn't see what's coming for him.

Not till Gene's hand darts out and grabs the knot in Snafu's tie. Eugene yanks him forward - it takes all of Snafu's concentration not to slip backwards off the train - and crashes their faces together. Eugene's teeth hit Snafu's chin and Snafu gets the tip of Eugene's nose half in his mouth. Eugene quickly adjusts and this time when they reconnect, Snafu's lips fuse to his.

Eugene takes this as encouragement and shoves his hand into Snafu's hair to better control the kiss. He threads his fingers through and pulls, hard.

Snafu loses his balance on the rail and tips forward, stumbling into Gene's space.

Still focusing on the kiss, Snafu blindly grasps onto whatever part of Gene he can reach. The minute his hand touches Eugene's hip, the other guy gets spooked. For one wonderful moment Eugene is licking into Snafu's mouth and their hot, alcohol laden breath is mixing together, and the next minute Eugene is retreating like a shamed schoolgirl.

Eugene folds his arms in front of his chest, closes himself off, and turns his face resolutely to the door, away from Snafu. "Sorry," he breathes.

"Jesus christ, Gene," Snafu groans. He shares Eugene's sentiment in being unable to look his buddy in the eye. He doesn't want the physical contact to end, though. Snafu moves his hand from Gene's hip to his neck and leans his forehead against Eugene's soft shoulder, "Warn a man next time." He rests his head there, keeps his eyes closed, and takes deep calming breaths.

"It wasn't true," Eugene says hotly, "What you said - I wasn't avoiding you. I don't think I'm better than you."

"Okay," Snafu says, his heart still pounding.

"I have been distant…" Eugene admits, "Because I was afraid if I wasn't I might

…" He trails off.

"...do what you just did?" Snafu helpfully provides an end to his sentence.

Eugene doesn't say anything.

"God, Gene," Snafu sighs, grinding his forehead into the bone of Eugene's shoulder. Saying Eugene's name feels different now. He's no longer choking down all that fucking batshit yearning. He can say it like he wants to. With everything he wants behind it. Like how he wants to slide his hand up to Eugene's cheek and turn Gene's stubborn head so he can kiss his blushing face. And keep kissing him till Eugene's as desperate and clingy and horny as Snafu feels. "Eugene…" Snafu whispers. It's almost begging really. Begging this dumbass to please please stop fucking with him.

Eugene turns his head and draws Snafu in a little closer so he can press his face into the top of Snafu's curls. "Why is your shirt unbuttoned?" Eugene mumbles.

"The fuck does it matter that my shirt is unbuttoned?" Snafu asks.

"I was just asking…"

"It's fucking hot…" Snafu claims.

"No, it's not," Eugene counters.

"It's boiling. I'm sweating like a stuck pig in all these layers," Snafu says.

"It's March," Eugene argues, "We're still in the dead of winter."

"No we ain't," Snafu whines, "Don't you see that bright sun up there?"

"You just shivered, Snaf," Eugene says, "I felt it…"

"Maybe you're feeling something else," Snafu smiles and raises his head enough to nose along Eugene's long neck. He kisses him there, relishing in the way his lips stick lightly to Eugene's flushed skin. Snafu leaves his open mouth pressed against Eugene's neck and just continues to try and breathe.

Eugene appears entirely unaffected. Despite the fact that he was the one who fucking started this. 

Snafu gives up. He drops his hand off Eugene's shoulder, lets it fall to Eugene's waist, where he slides his fingers along Eugene's tightly cinched belt before letting go altogether. Snafu disconnects from Eugene and takes a single step towards the door.

Eugene stops him. Eugene's hands find their way to Snafu's hips and he shoves Snafu against the platform rail. The cold bar digs into the small of Snafu's back. Snafu squirms against Eugene's body as Eugene presses in close. He almost bends Snafu backwards over the rail in his efforts to touch as much of Snafu as possible.

"Eugene…!" Snafu says with an embarrassing amount of longing.

Eugene kisses him silent.

Snafu's arms go around Gene's neck, and he holds onto him for dear life. Gene's hands stay strong against Snafu's back. Till Eugene slides them down, digging into every inch of Snafu's spine.

That makes Snafu shiver as much as the cold does. He loves him. Snafu loves this asshole whose hands and thoughts are all over him, inside and out…and maybe, just maybe, Eugene likes him back.

Eugene drops his hands from the small of Snafu's back to Snafu's ass and smoothly brings their hips together. As if Eugene had all this planned. Like he's taking it one step at a time, going down a list he had all mapped out.

Snafu briefly breaks the kiss to take a breath and tells Gene in a shocked whisper, "Thought you were a virgin?" Cause Eugene seems like he knows what he's doing.

Eugene steps back.

Snafu immediately regrets opening his big mouth.

"I am," Eugene scowls. He leans in and kisses Snafu one last, glorious time. "Funny...I thought you were better at this...with all your big talk about getting people," he says in Snafu's ear. And then opens the caboose door, walks through without looking back, and slams it shut. 

"Fuck," Snafu swears and drops to the deck because his legs can't hold him up anymore. He's not sure what kind of game they're playing, but he's pretty sure Gene just won.

SLEDGEFU MATERLIST

(Thank you @edteche2 for editing!)

[fericita-s]

The Princess and the Barbarian

A Helnik tale, rated T.  As Matthias recovers from a gunshot wound, Nina tells him the story of the Princess and the Barbarian. He interrupts a lot as his Fjerdan sensibilities are bothered and the Ravkan propaganda gets to be unbearable.  Thank you @theburnbarreljester​ for beta-ing and for saying volcra can behave however I want them to in this story.

Previous Chapters

Chapter 4

Inessa drank from the goblet her mother had given her, gripping tightly on the stem.  It had a strange smell and wasn’t altogether pleasant, but the Empress had urged her, saying it would help with the private festivities Inessa and the Duke would enjoy that evening.

The Duke. Her husband. 

She looked across the pavilion that had been erected on the riverbank and could see him shaking hands and accepting well wishes from the Ravkan elite.  The structure had been built especially for their wedding, draped in gauzy white lace and alabaster roses which reflected in the clear river below.  Cakes and blinis and lamb shashlyk were piled on tables draped in fabrics bearing the Ravkan crest and the Duke’s coat of arms, all underneath the shade of bowers heavy with peonies and tulips.

But all of the opulence seemed sinister with the Shadow Fold looming on the other side of the river.  It rose impossibly high in the air, a huge mass of roiling darkness and smoke that seemed bound by an invisible barrier.  Inessa tried not to take it as a sign of what was to come in her marriage but it did seem a bad omen.  She took another sip of her drink, beginning to notice how it seemed to unfurl something inside of her.  Loosening how stiffly she was holding herself.

Her husband seemed happy enough, though whether it was about being married to her or about his own gain in status, she couldn’t tell.  It didn’t really matter.  With any luck she could continue to be as free as she had been at the Grand Palace, perhaps even travel to The True Sea and experiment with coastal materials she’d only read about.  

The Duke had been bearable during the wedding rite and all of the parties leading up to it, though barely.  He’d lavished her with opulent jewels and luxurious furs and a set of finely made dishes painted with her likeness which seemed more like a way for him to brandish his wealth than as true gifts.  

At least there wouldn’t be a bedding ceremony like in her grandmother’s day or The Bruderov like her parents’.  Her brother had declined to continue that tradition of kidnapping the bride at his wedding, saying his sweet wife could not bear to be parted from him even for the amusement of the guests.  He had served the finest kvas and no one complained about missing the traditional ransom exchange, a way of remembering when Fjerdans used to drag Ravkan women back to their tundra to build and work and bear children unless given a sufficient payment.  Now the barbarians seemed content to eat putrid fish, befriend wolves, and worship ash trees.  They rarely trespassed south of the border.

She was wondering how blackweed or sea kelp would feel, how she might graft them into the hull of a ship or the lining of a dive suit to increase insulation when strong arms grabbed her from behind, lifting her so quickly that her glass goblet fell to the floor and smashed into shards on the wooden platform. Guests turned and she saw their looks of surprise and amusement before she was thrown roughly across the back of a horse, no more gracefully than the dry goods delivery man might load a sack of flour. 

“What are you doing? Stop!” she shouted, but the gathered crowd just laughed.

She heard a man call out “Someone’s kidnapped your bride, Duke, better get that ransom ready!” and then a woman’s voice “Oh I didn’t think we’d have The Bruderov! What a treat!”

The man who had thrown her across the horse didn’t respond except to leap up behind her, grab hold of her waist with one hand and the reins with the other.  Then they were galloping up the embankment and away from the reception. Thunder was growling in the distance and she hoped she could be exchanged before a downpour. She thought of her husband down below, no doubt enjoying this entertainment, and thought she might hate him.  Of course he’d want a chance to display his wealth with a show of coin.

Her captor was dressed for the role of barbarian.  He had on leather pants with metal fastenings and Inessa could see knives strapped to his waist and thigh. His long blonde hair was bound in several scattered braids and his beard was full and slightly darker.  He was wearing boots and a bearskin cloak on his tall broad frame and she thought this must be what a bear smelled like - earth and sweat and crushed pine.  He’d brought them to the crest of the hill above the river and spoke to her in Fjerdan as he roughly pulled her down from the horse.

“Be still.  Be silent.  And watch.”

“There’s no need to silence me, I know what this is.” Inessa licked her lips, frustrated that her words seemed slower in leaving her body than she could think them, annoyed with her mother for suggesting she drink so deeply at dinner.

“You speak Fjerdan?”

“I speak six languages.  It’s part of my job.” 

“Your job.  To be your kingdom’s whore?”

“I - “ but her retort to his insolence was cut short with the repeating sound of thunder and the piercing cries of something not quite human.

The volcra were coming out of the Shadow Fold.

Even from a distance, Inessa could see their sharp teeth and smell the foulness coming from them.  The wedding guests were screaming and running but the volcra swooped down and ripped arms and legs and slashed across faces.  Blood was running into the clear river below, making the wooden platform slick.  People were slipping in it, panicking as they tried to escape the swooping attacks.  Inessa saw her father put an arm around her mother and then both of them fall, skewered by the long talon of a volcra who bit into her mother’s middle.

Inessa fell to her knees and covered her mouth, feeling like she was doing everything too slowly, that everything was happening too fast.  The barbarian grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her back to her feet.

“You know what this is? Who is doing this? Who controls this?” 

“No - I don’t know,” she said, strangling on the words.

“You said you know what this was.”

“I thought - I meant you.  I know my husband hired you to kidnap me for The Bruderov.”

The barbarian looked at her blankly. “I do nothing for Ravkans. I seek the truth of this abomination.”  He gestured toward the Shadow Fold and Inessa looked at the carnage below.  She avoided looking at the place where her parents had fallen but in turning saw the Duke’s head on top of one of the bowers, a trail of blood down the once-white flowers.

“I have no idea what this is,” she said, barely a whisper.

The volcra were still swooping down below but one tilted its head at an impossible angle, looking towards their vantage point. 

The barbarian didn’t say anything, just threw her on the horse once more and then mounted behind her.  She clutched at his thighs so she wouldn’t fall off and felt him press his chest against her back.  The smell of the volcra seemed to be getting closer and without considering she pressed both of her hands against his legs more firmly and called to the leather, called to the individual molecules that made it up, making the material fuse together so tightly that it would be impermeable.  She felt him breath sharply where they were joined at her back and she moved her hands to his furs as well, repeating the process.

He was urging his horse at a fast gallop as they continued through the dense forest.  Branches began ripping at her dress and she tried to summon the same force to protect herself but the heaviness that had been weighing down her words and made her hands fall limply.  The barbarian snaked a hand around her waist and gripped her tighter.  She let her body fall against him.  As her thoughts continued to slow and her eyelids grew heavy, she gripped his legs and focused on his broad chest against her back, his hand anchoring her, instead of the receding shrieks and the image of her parents dead and dying. 

Inessa woke to him pulling her roughly off of the horse.  She stumbled and then fell to the ground.  The barbarian began to build a fire and then, when the first sparks had caught, took off his cloak and his pants and threw them in the fire. 

“None of your witchcraft, that’s what brought this darkness to the edge of our land.  Now take off your dress.”

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Awakened And Sleepless

OCtober 2021 day 3 - duel

2011

“CC, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Dad asked.

Cal shook her head vehemently. “No! I want to kill zombies with you.”

Dad always let her stay up a tiny bit after bedtime so that they could play video games together. They were currently playing BioShock 2, and Cal liked how one of the main characters was a little girl like herself. She didn’t understand why Dad would rather go who-knows-where.

“We’ll kill the zombies tomorrow.” Dad promised, kneeling down on the hallway to look her in the eye and ruffle her hair “Mum and I are going on a date, and that is very important because we’ve been very busy. Aunt Cora and Sam will stay with you.”

“Mum can kill the zombies with us.” Cal protested.

She liked her aunt Cora and her partner Sam, but neither people played video games. And there was nothing like snuggling against Dad’s chest as they watched the screen.

“I refuse to kill any zombies when I could be dining at a fancy restaurant.” Mum called out from the bathroom, where she was painting her face with boring makeup “I simply refuse. CC, honey, when you grow up you’ll understand how important it is to have a nice date amidst the turmoil of your job.” she then began complaining about the director of the museum she worked in.

As she did so, Dad grabbed Cal’s hand and guided her back to her bedroom. He made to get her to bed, but Cal attempted to stay awake one last time. “Shouldn’t I be awake to say hello to Aunt Cora and Sam?”

Dad quirked an eyebrow at her. “They will arrive a bit late.” Aunt Cora delivered babies, and Sam was a doctor. Cal knew they would arrive late. That’s why she had asked Dad whether she could greet them “For now, only Mrs Bates will be keeping an eye on you. Do you want to say hello to her?”

Cal shook her head. Mrs Bates was the Everitt’s widow neighbour; she was kind enough, but always insisted on pinching her cheek, and joked about Cal behaving more like a boy than a girl. Cal didn’t like to be told that she was like a boy simply for not liking most of what her female classmates did.

“No!”

Dad chuckled and ruffled her hair again. “Then go to sleep, CC. Here,” he took the Peter Pan stuffed doll Oliver had got her for her sixth birthday “take Peter. Mum will come in a moment.” he kissed her forehead “Night night.”

“Night night.” Cal hid her face with her sheets.

She did not want to sleep, and so would not sleep. Cal closed her eyes and kept very quiet and very still when Mum crept into her room to kiss her goodnight. For good measure, she didn’t dare breathe until the main entrance had clicked shut, and Mum and Dad had gone away.

Only then did she kick her sheets aside, roll out of bed, and leave her room. Cal had decided that —if she wasn’t going to kill zombies— she would at least do the best next thing: reading.

Mum and Dad didn’t want Cal’s books in her room because she would ‘stay up late reading’. Which was ridiculously; Cal knew how to manage her time. Be it as it may, they’d hid her precious books in their room, where Cal couldn’t go to in the dead of night. It was all very unfair, Cal thought, but now that her parents were away and she alone (until Aunt Cora and Sam arrived)…

Well, who could blame her?

There was only one bookshelf in her parents’s room. Cal was tall —three centimetres taller than Oliver!— but couldn’t hope to reach the upper shelf her current book was on. Instead, she had to resign herself to some Nathan Drake-moves.

“I wish Tinker Bell were here.” Cal grumbled. She wasn’t a very good climber, and pixie dust was dearly needed. Alas, Tinker Bell hadn’t liked Wendy much, so she probably didn’t want to aid Cal, either.

Cal almost fell twice, but finally was able to get her book and carefully climb down with it on her head. Mission success!

Just as her feet were back on the floor, the front door opened. Cal’s eyes widened: Aunt Cora and Sam were here. They had arrived way earlier than she’d expected. This was bad.

She scurried to her room, trying to make as little noise as possible. In her room, Cal slid her book under the pillow, and covered her whole body with the sheets. By some miracle, she had enough time to fake being asleep so that Aunt Cora couldn’t see what she’d been doing.

“CC, are you asleep?” came Aunt Cora’s low voice, in a murmur.

Cal wanted to say ‘yes’, but bit her lip in time not to.

Soft pads announced Sam’s entrance. “She’s sleeping, my love.” he said. As always, his voice was higher than his girlfriend’s.

“I just want to check whether she’s actually asleep. Are you actually asleep, CC?”

Once again, Cal had to keep herself from answering. She closed her eyes tighter, wishing very hard to be asleep just so that she could wake up when Aunt Cora and Sam went out.

When the couple finally did —long minutes later— Cal felt a strange sense of drowsiness. It felt like she was only half-sleepy.

Cal rubbed at her eyes with her fisted hands, then sat up to take her book. But had she really sat up? There still was a head resting on the pillow. Cal tried to sit up, but she was already sitting up.

Her heart began beating a little bit faster, and she promptly scrambled to turn on her book light. The lamp illuminated the face of a redheaded little girl hugging a Peter Pan doll and breathing evenly. It was Cal; but Cal could look down and also see herself sitting crosslegged on the bed —completely awake.

What was happening?

Pressure built at the back of Cal’s eyes, and tears promptly slid down her cheeks as fear took hold of her. She wanted to tell Aunt Cora and Sam, but when she crept into the living room they didn’t seem to see her. They didn’t care.

And Cal’s body began hurting so much she could hardly breathe, much less talk to get their attention. The only thing she could do was follow a desperate voice —instinct, she’d later come to learn— and crawl back to her room.

She was too scared to talk; couldn’t talk what with her tears and the pain that had lessened but not disappeared.

The voice that had told her to come to her room spoke again. That is you it said, pointing at the grimacing body laying on the bed and this is you, too. it continued, pointing at the body that kept Cal awake.

Cal did not want to have two bodies, and tried to tell herself this was all a dream. She was dreaming. She was dreaming. She was dreaming.

She was not dreaming.

Nothing had prepared her for splitting into two. Mum had told her kids like Cal grew very fast, and Aunt Cora that one day Cal would have to go to her clinic for something very important. But Aunt Cora had talked of Cal when she became thirteen or fourteen, not six. And Cal knew how kids her age should grow because Oliver had explained it to her at recess.

Kids weren’t supposed to grow a second body.

The only reference Cal had to something similar was Peter Pan and his shadow; but the body on her bed wasn’t night-black, and neither was it the one she could control. They were identical copies.

Cal tried to glue them together, still. She got on her bed, caught her sleeping body’s limp arms and tried to fuse them with her other body’s. To no avail: Cal wouldn’t have had more success trying to fuse with Oliver.

Fear was replaced by frustration and desperation. She tried again, again, and again. And nothing. Cal couldn’t have told how long she spent fighting with herself to become one with the sleeping form —just that she couldn’t achieve her goal.

It was like duelling with a statue. One body would give her all, and the other nothing. But still the former would win, always.

Cal wasn’t crying anymore. She doubted it was because she’d become braver, but rather because no more tears would fall. She tried to seize the opportunity and regain some semblance of normal breathing. Maybe she should try a different strategy?

Sitting at the sleeping body’s right, Cal closed her eyes and tried to fuse it with herself gently. She tried to coax it into the union.

At first, nothing occurred. But the feeling of semi-drowsiness she’d had when this mess started eventually returned. Cal could feel herself awake and sleepy at the same time; could feel both her bodies. She tried to push them together, bend them into submitting to her wishes.

Her sleeping body’s eyes fluttered open.

Just as Cal thought she’d succeeded, a wave of pain clouded her vision and loosened her hold on the bodies’s connection. It was the worst pain she’d ever felt, and knocked her out.

Into her sleeping body.

Finally whole, the pain subsided; Cal’s heart calmed down ever so slightly. She tried to get to sleep, but could‘t without feeling her body begin to split. So, she didn’t sleep. Instead, she only focused on remaining calm. Breathing in and breathing out. Breathing in and breathing out.

But Cal only reached five breaths before someone burst into the room and turned all the lights on.

“Good morning, CC!” Mum announced as she and Dad rushed to her bed “We’ve missed you so much.”

Cal blinked, barely processing Mum covering her in kisses.

“Princess, shouldn’t you let her wake up?” Dad asked.

Mum tsked. “Don’t be like that.” she told him, giving him a kiss, too. But this time on the mouth and long enough for Cal to understand what was going on.

Was it morning? How long had she been awake —or half-awake?

“Have I been dreaming?” Cal asked her parents once they drew back. Mum and Dad knew everything.

“Of course you’ve been dreaming.” Mum tucked a red lock behind her ear “That’s what people do when they sleep.”

Cal felt suddenly very uncomfortable. It had all been a dream, right? And yet the lingering pain in her head implied otherwise.

“Did you have a dream?” Dad asked her.

Tentatively, Cal nodded. “I had a nightmare.”

She tried to believe her words. Yes, what had happened tonight had been a nightmare. She was now out of it, and would have no trouble sleeping next time.

That’s what Cal told herself the day she awakened to the doppelgänger insignia. And the day after that one, and the subsequent months that followed it. It was only when she’d come to reluctant terms with her Split —and shame had made a secret out of it— that she wondered:

Why?

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Hello, may I request a sinfic of MC with Ace and Deuce? if you don't mind a little bit of bondage and gagging, would you please incorporate that in the fic?? And of course non-con, Thank you~

Note : To make my life a little easier, I decided to take Grimm and the ghosts out of Ramshackle Dorm in this Sinfic. Pretend Ace and Deuce temporarily threw Grimm to Scarabia to eat and exterminated the ghosts or something (￣∀￣)

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Ace and Deuce was in for shock when they went to the Ramshackle Dorm, realising they had similar plans in regards with their Darling.

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Entering the Ramshackle dorm, Ace only had one goal in mind.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t to see his friend, Deuce stealing a kiss from your sleeping figure on the bed.

Ace had seen worse things in his lifetime, if this was a movie, then he would definitely think that Deuce had made such a cute move. A simple kiss like that was innocent and there was nothing to be so worked up over. However, at this moment, Ace felt his body went on autopilot, due to the immense rage that suddenly boiled up inside of him. His expression twisted from utter shock to his eyebrow scrunching down, pupils dilating, and teeth gritting in a matter of a second. It didn’t take too long before he took heavy steps forward, getting faster and faster, gaining momentum.

Poor Deuce was too late to notice the orange ball of rage charging towards him and successfully landing a blow on him. Ace tackled him down, his clenched fist colliding in with his cheeks, holding max capacity force. Deuce roughly stumbled down in the creaky floors, making such a loud sound. Before he could even recover from such a surprise attack, Ace roughly lifted him up by grabbing his collar. He was on top of him, his eyes glaring down at him with pure hatred.

“What in the hell are you doing!?” He yelled, his rage blaring in his voice.

Deuce winced as the sting on his cheeks had finally hit him. “T-This isn’t...!” He started, but he couldn’t find the right words to say as his eyes shifted between the raging Ace before him and your sleeping figure on the bed. When he arrived alone, he didn’t expect someone to visit, which was why he specifically chose this time of night. Deuce did not prepare any words of excuse.

“You bastard...!” Ace somehow knew that he didn’t have enough excuse to give, not that he was going to accept anything either way. He raised a fist to land another punch but now that Deuce was more aware of his surroundings and being an overall experienced fighter, he immediately blocked his attack.

They struggled with each other, Deuce kicking and punching himself free while Ace resisted against him while keeping him down. No words were made to truly justify their positions as they kept on inflicting bruises within one other. It was a matter of time before Deuce felt like he was going to blow a fuse. One moment he was peacefully admiring your sleeping face and now, Ace suddenly came into the picture, punching him without a reason. Deuce gritted his teeth as irritation finally reached him and he could feel his violent side being triggered.

Reaching the final straw, Deuce grabbed Ace’s shoulders and violently bashed his own forehead onto the guy. Tremors of shockwave went through their bodies but unfortunately for Ace, Deuce was more experience in things like this and immediately took the upper hand against him. He harshly slammed Ace down to the floor, similar on how the orange haired guy did to him. “What the hell’s wrong with you!?” Deuce yelled, blood trickling down on both their forehead, the same injury they got from such a violent headbutt. “Coming in here and attacking so suddenly...!”

Ace gritted his teeth together as he thrashed around in his hold. “I could say the same for you, asshole!” He yelled back, Deuce having a legitimately difficult time holding him down. “Just who the hell do you think you are!? Kissing (Y/N) like that!”

Deuce flushed red, being caught red-handed before glaring down at Ace. “...S-So, what!? Alright! I kissed her! What does that have to do with you!” He yelled. “Why are you acting so worked up about it!?”

Ace then reached for his hair and rolled Deuce over to get on top of him, once again, he was the one holding him down. “I...!” Ace gritted his teeth, pausing in mid-rage, trying to think of the proper words to say but ending up in flabbergasted mess. “E-Even I...! Even I wanted to kiss (Y/N) like that too!”

That’s when Deuce froze at what Ace was trying to say and blinked repeatedly. Ace stopped too, slowly realizing what he just said and flushed red in embarrassment. “Ace, are you...” Deuce started, however both men froze when they heard the creaking of the bed behind them.

They both turned around and realized you were shifting on your sleeping position, groaning. From all the noises they were making, it was no wonder that you would wake up and both Ace and Deuce froze in their spot, panicking on what they should do. Soon, you sat up from the bed, rubbing your eyes groggily and turned to the direction of the commotion. “...Ace...? Deuce...?” You called but was more of a question as you squinted your eyes, trying to see them in the darkness. Due to the distinctive color of their hair, you safely concluded their identities. “...What...What are you guys...doing here...?”

Deuce was thinking of things to say, but much like his encounter with Ace, he wasn’t prepared for a confrontation such as this one. Thankfully, Ace seemed to be well-prepared for this moment and suddenly slammed Deuce’s face on the floor, seeing that he was caught in the moment. Taking advantage of the blue-haired guy’s off-guard scene, Ace quickly scooted himself and grab his bag that he dropped nearby, rummaging inside. You flinched as you heard Deuce yelp, followed by an intense creaking sound of the floor, you looked around, suddenly jolting awake. Before you knew it, Ace was in front of you and tackled you down to the bed.

“A-Ace- Mmph-!?” You exclaimed in surprise as he grabbed the back of your head and covered you mouth and nose with a piece of moist cloth. Upon sensing that sweet-smelling sensation in the cloth, you instantly thrashed around his hold, your instincts kicking in. Something tells you that this was a dangerous potion to be even breath in.

Deuce sat up, rubbing his head to keep himself from getting dizzy and looked up, only to see you struggling to not get suffocated by Ace himself. “H-Hey...! Ace! What are you...!” He called as he slowly stood up, keeping his balance. “Stop...! Ace! Prefect is going to...”

However, Deuce had found himself slowing down to a stop when he was at a distance where he can pull Ace away from you so easily. His body wouldn’t move, not making any effort to help you when you’re practically running out of breath in front of him. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but watch wide-eyed. He watched as you look at him with desperate eyes, internally screaming for help. What was wrong with him?

It was like he wanted this to happen as well.

You tried reaching out for Deuce, eyes tearing up as Ace adjusted his hold on you, pressing the cloth onto you even more. You wanted him to pull you away, Deuce knew that, you were desperate for help. Ace looked back at him with something that no one else could understand in his eyes, but Deuce did for some reason. Therefore, with a gulp, Deuce reached back for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

And he simply smiled.

Deuce smiled gently, almost apologetic, as you slowly brought your eyes to a close and your breathing calmed down. An overwhelming amount of lethargy came down upon you as the potion finally had done its magic. Your hand went limp, with gravity pulling them down but Deuce kept holding onto it. Your head hanged over Ace’s shoulder as he removed the cloth from your face, ensuring that you were now overtaken by an irresistible urge to sleep. Slumber had taken you with open arms, leaving your body vulnerable with the two men in the room.

Ace turned towards Deuce, glaring at him as he greedily snatched your hands off him. The blue haired guy merely looked at him with a serious look in his eyes. “Ace...What are you planning to do?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at him. “Why did you come here for?”

Ace possessively gripped your sleeping figure in his arms tighter. “You’re hella creepy, you know that? First, I see you stealing a kiss from (Y/N) and then when she was obviously asking for your help, you just stood there, holding her hand and smiling like an idiot.” He said, narrowing his look as his voice felt as if it was spitting out venom. “I have my reasons why I’m here but why are YOU here?”

That kept Deuce quiet, gulping down as he himself couldn’t say a logical reason as always. No reason for not helping you as you struggled by the hands of Ace and a reason why he’s here. He couldn’t simply say that he was visiting, not in the middle of the night like this, because he knew it would be an obvious lie, especially to Ace. He also could not say that he doesn’t know what to do about helping you out, he was literally inches away from Ace and one punch was enough to get him off you. No, he was well-aware of the reason he was here, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

When he kept quiet, Ace just sighed and laid you back to the bed. He grabbed his bag, rummaging inside for another item so casually, as if Deuce wasn’t even in the same room as he is. “If you don’t have anything else to do, then why don’t you leave already? The sleeping potion that I gave (Y/N) doesn’t last long, I need to work fast.” Ace said as Deuce widened his eyes in surprise when he saw him pulling out a rope from his bag. “Go away already, we don’t need an audience. I’ll turn a blind eye with what you did for now.”

“Like hell I will! What are you going to do with that!?” Deuce yelled as he grabbed you by the hands, an attempt to protect you but Ace slapped his hand away.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” Ace dangerously glared at him. “I will kill you.”

Instead of getting intimidated however, Deuce’s eye twitched in annoyance as he slapped Ace’s hands back and put his hands in front of you in a protective manner. His eyes became equally dangerous, challenging the different side of him. “I’d like to see you try.” He growled.

They glared at each other, one not backing from the other. If they were like this in their normal lives, they seemed to be better off to be in Savanaclaw instead of Heartslabyul. Their bloodlust was so intense that people would start to forget that these two were friends in first place. They were about to move, probably to grab each other’s throats once again until you moved in your sleep which cause the two of them, Ace especially, to snap out of their murderous thoughts. Ace looked at you and clicked his tongue, realizing he was running out of time.

“Shit, I don’t have time for this.” Ace said as he grabbed your hands and the rope once again, ignoring Deuce for now, despite his complaints. Then, a thought went up in his head as he shifted his gaze onto the said guy. After a while of hesitation, Ace threw the string of heavy rope at him, in which Deuce confusingly caught. Ace flipped you by the stomach and grabbed your wrists together behind your back. “Tie her up really tight. Hurry.”

“Wha-!?” Deuce blinked as his look shifted between the ropes, to Ace, and your body. Visible confusion and panic went up his face. “What are you-!?”

“Cut the bullshit already! I can’t waste any more time!” Ace finally snapped at him. “Isn’t this what you came here for anyways!?”

“Huh!? T-That’s not-!”

“Then, what!? What did you come here for then!?” Deuce flinched at his seriously pissed voice a he could practically see a vein popping out of his forehead. “What, you think it’s cute to kiss girls in their sleep at the middle of the night!? As far as I know, no one in their right mind would that!”

“I came here to do this! To make (Y/N) mine whether she likes it or not because I’m that batshit crazy!” Ace admitted which caught Deuce off-guard but then, he continued, intentionally nailing his point in him. “And just for your actions earlier, I can make a pretty good guess that you’re just as fucked in the head as I am!”

“Now, hurry up and just do what I say!”

Deuce gripped the rope tight as he couldn’t believe Ace just said something like that. He wasn’t an emotional person, but he was the brutally honest one. But he couldn’t afford to be in denial now, everything he had said was true and that was what frustrates Deuce. With a heavy sigh, he glared at Ace who didn’t hesitate to glare back. “...This is not a very honor student thing to do...” He complained as he loosened the rope finding the end to wrap them around your body. “(Y/N) won’t like this when she wakes up.”

“I know.” Ace said, positioning your hand carefully so you wouldn’t have to break anything when you gain consciousness again.

“That’s why it’s our job to make sure she will.”

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Continue the Spice~?

Yo, I don’t reach the deadlines I give myself at all but July 1?