#uncomfortable with getting so close hes like You MUST follow me NOW we are drinking

[toxycodone]

you should most definitely do a ‘dad’ curly body inspection fic,,, I mean whart who said that…

ship. captain curly x favorite crewmate reader

cw. power imbalance, fauxcest, you call curly “dad” but he’s not your dad.

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, really. You know Curly would brush off any protest from you. Anya’s busy with something. Apparently Daisuke slipped, fell, almost sent a nail straight through his foot—you didn’t pay much attention to the excuse. What followed after was what caught your favor.

“And to help her avoid getting behind schedule, I offered to conduct your body inspection in Nurse Anya’s place.”

You remember yours eyes widening in disbelief. It seemed like a joke at first. A weird one at that, but not something you’d put behind him.

“Guess you should call me Nurse Curly, huh?” He winks to punctuate the sentence.

And so it wasn’t a joke.

You’re here now. In his quarters, of all places. It’s definitely bigger than the broom closet Pony Express is legally obligated to provide you with as room and board, but not much so. Definitely less than captain-like.

“So,” He claps his hands together, smile bright as ever. “Shall we get started?”

Your captain’s eyes are bright, shining with enthusiasm. The predatory gleam that hides beneath them doesn’t go unmissed.

You simply nod. You’ve been here before, done this before. Anya’s inspections aren’t extremely invasive. Mainly just to ensure you’re in proper working order. Pony Express doesn’t take any chances when it comes to personal health as they want to avoid lawsuits, but also, any notation you’re unable to complete your tasks gives them excuse to dock credits.

They’re a necessary part of your routine health checkups. Nothing to be afraid of. Honestly, having Curly conducting it is good, right? Maybe even better than Anya, when you really think about it. He’s the most trustworthy one on the ship. The one who’s almost like family. It still feels awkward calling him dad the way he likes, but it’s starting to grow on you. You can trust him. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

“This is just a routine checkup. Don’t think too hard about it.” He’s putting on those blue latex gloves. He must be serious about this. “I know it’s unorthodox for me to conduct this, but it’s a favor for Anya. Captain’s gotta fill in to keep this ship running properly, y’know?”

You hums in agreement. He takes a few steps forward. You never really realized just how large Curly is. His presence is imposing, a stark contrast from his personality. The sheer closeness of him is intimating. You wonder if he notices that too.

He then asks for you to take off your shirt. You oblige. Hesitation shoots through your fingertips, but it’s brushed away by a shake of the head. This is typical. Routine. With shaky fingers, you relinquish the garment.

Curly seems to drink in the sight of the newly exposed skin. Or is he just studying it? Doing his job? That’s it.

Your captain seems to notice the way you shuffle awkwardly under his gaze. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting smile.

“It’s okay to be embarrassed. I know it’s awkward, but it’ll be over before you know it.”

You nod. Then he steps closer, curiously eyeing your chest. His hands reach out to touch you, only hesitating for a split second, before ghosting up your ribcage. You hold back and noises. Anya touches you too, this isn’t odd, per se. However, it’s usually with you lying on a medical bed. And with a medical gown on, at least.

She also doesn’t smile in satisfaction like that. Your eyes don’t linger on Curly’s face long.

He has the audacity to be demure at first, maiming some guise that this contact is supposed to be professional. His hands prod your sides, then your stomach area.

“Is there any pain when I touch you here?” Finally, there’s a line ripped from Anya’s script. “Or any pain elsewhere I should be aware of?”

You shake your head, then give a brief answer. Curly nods, then moves to take a couple notes on the clipboard set on at his desk.

There’s a sense of relief at the back of your mind, happy he’s taking this seriously.

He moves on. Now Curly’s hand move up your ribcage again, cupping your chest, thumbs stroking over your areolas and nipples—causing them to harden at the contact.

Your cheeks flush. Good God, your captain should not be touching you like this. Anya has never done this. And you shouldn’t be fucking enjoying it, either. You jump when he gives one a flick.

Curly seems to notice this. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Seems your reflexes are in good shape.”

Well, there goes any notion that this is purely professional. He gives a last squeeze to your chest, then removes his hands. Curly takes a couple steps back, then starts to circle around you.

“Your pants.” He makes the request almost sheepishly. “Can’t keep those on, unfortunately…” You want believe his shyness, that he wants to preserve your modesty, but he just can’t. It’s out of his hands. But that would be too obvious a lie.

You shuffle those off too. His presence is behind you now, his eyes definitely glued to your ass and thighs. He is, however, scribbling something down on a clipboard. So he has to be doing some sort of work, right?

“Underwear, too.”

Wait. What?

You glance over your shoulder at him, brow raised in confusion. This isn’t part of routine, and you’re not dumb enough to fall for it. Curly’s still standing there, smiling as if he didn’t say anything remotely weird.

“Just being thorough.” He answers before you can ask. “Do it for your captain’s sake? Please?”

Curly’s choice in words is particular. He doesn’t often feel the need to flex his title as captain, but he’ll pull rank when need be. This is one of those times. An indirect reminder of who’s the one with power here.

And so, you oblige. Fingers link under the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down. You’re exposed fully in front of him now. After a few seconds of silence (which you’re sure is spent by Curly committing your body to memory), he places a hand on your shoulder, urging you towards his neatly made bed.

“On the bed, please.”

You’re sat down before you can protest. Curly pushes you onto your back, slowly guiding your thighs open.

There? Of all places, he’s looking there? Panic shoots through you, and it’s not just because there’s a grown man taking advantage of his role getting on eye level with your pussy. It’s the fact he’s going to notice just how wet you are.

His pupils dilate when he gets full view of you. Your thighs are spread wide open by Curly’s thick, gloved fingers. They’re warm despite the barrier and press into the supple flesh. The way he grabs you is as if he’s trying to restrain himself.

Curiosity beckons him on. Still ensuring your thighs are pressed open, Curly allows one hand to delve between your thighs and explore.

He cups your mound with unexpected gentleness, relishing the warmth. You have to hold yourself back from grinding against his hand. Wetness leaks out of your hole at the contact. It’s sick. Totally embarrassing how you’re dying to felt up by your captain, as dubiously consenting as it is. You close your eyes, an attempt at avoiding any eye contact Curly might sneak in.

One thumb carefully traces up your slit. A breathy gasp is elicited from your lips. Curly’s own breathing, the only sound in the room you can make out aside from the ship’s constant humming, is shaky. His thumb gathers wetness without even needing to press into you. Your clit twitches at the contact, causing your hole to flutter, clenching around nothing.

God, you hope he notices. Hope he slides a finger in. Fuck all the professionalism, the way he tries to mask his feelings for you by constantly infantilizing your and calling you his family. You want to feel those thick digits spreading you open. Then his cock, which you’re sure is far more girthy. Maybe if you took him down to the base, rode him like he deserved, he’d see you for the grown up you really are. Could he still call you kiddo after you made him moan your name and milked him dry? You doubt it.

“Alright, I think we’re done here.” Curly retreats from your form, as if you suddenly combust into flames. “You can go now.”

Huh?

You snap from your fantasies, looking up at Curly. His broad back is facing you now, hunched over as he picks up your clothing. You’re clouded by a mix of feelings—relief, confusion, anticipation for more—but you start to dress as he asked. Something sits wrong in your stomach about all this, but you’re unsure if it’s nausea or butterflies.

“I think we’re all done here. I’m gonna write up that report for Anya.” He ushers you out of his quarters with a sense of urgency. The delusional part of you admires how serious he takes his work, but that unmistakeable tent in his pants alludes to this inspection being cut for less professional reasons.

“See you at dinner, kiddo.”

And you’re back in the hallway, left alone with your thoughts.

[yapperblog]

Reader never came from just oral. Joost takes on the challenge.

Explicit RPF below

"You know I actually never do this." you motion in between you two. "Having sex a few hours after meeting someone."

You are in bed with a stranger you met at a party. You had a mutual friend, so it did make you let your guard down and feel more at ease with him. Besides the conversation with him went so easy, like you knew each other for ages.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you the entire evening. All of his close friends were at that same party, but he spent the whole time talking to you. Every time he made you smile, it felt like the biggest win. He listened to your every word, drinking in every bit of information you offered, brought you drinks whenever you were thirsty, gave you his jacket when he noticed goosebumps on your skin. The definition of "If he wanted he would".

"Me too." he is on top of you, holding himself on his forearms, his face only a few inches from yours. "We can stop whenever you want."

"No-no, I want this." you say. "Do you?"

"So much." you feel his breath on your lips. "Besides I think my want is pretty obvious." he looks down at his crotch, you follow his gaze to see a bulge in his pants. You want to touch him, he notices your shyness, as he takes your hand and places right over his clothed cock, his jeans getting so uncomfortable.

You move your hand up and down him feeling the length of him. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, moaning, letting you hear it.

He kisses your neck, right under your ear, inhales the scent of your hair, it is all too much for him. He has never felt so entranced by a person. Every thought is spilling out of his mouth into your ear, like he can't control it, he tells you how soft you feel under his hands, how good you smell, how much he wants you. Your back arches while he moves his hands slowly under your top.

He moves further down your body, biting your collarbone, making you gasp.

"Too much?" he asks lifting his head.

"Not enough." you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him closer.

A smile spreads across his face as he continues to kiss down your chest, hiding his face in the valley of your breasts, still covered by your top. His hand moves from your waist to palm your tit, you hear him exhale into your chest, enjoying the soft feeling under his hands as he continues to squeeze your boob.

You want to feel more of him, you start bunching up his t-shirt on his back, trying to get to the hem and take it off him. He quickly sits up and takes off the t-shirt, you only have a second to catch a glimpse of his hairy chest and a silver cross necklace, before he dives back to you, placing a kiss on your stomach, his hands on your hips, looking up at you, to see if you are okay.

You pull him closer to you for a kiss, before he gets lower. The kiss doesn't last long, when he separates and goes back to moving down your body, but you bring him back into another kiss.

"Am I that good at kissing?" he chuckles. "What's up?" he can sense something is wrong.

"Nothing." you sound unsure, he lifts his eyebrow. "No, it's just it doesn't feel good to me. I can never cum from guys going down on me." you say, looking at your hands, playing with a hem of your top. "There must be something wrong with me. So, don't worry. Let's just skip it."

"What?" he is confused. "It doesn't feel good?"

"I mean, a little, but it never gets me there."

He looks at you trying to process what you said, but then a playful smile starts to spread on his face. "I think those guys just weren't me." his voice cocky, as he leans in closer to you. "Can I please try?" he looks into your eyes, you see a glint in them.

"Joost, it's okay. Really." you place your hands on his shoulders.

"Schat, I feel like I'm going to die if I don't eat you out now." he looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes.

You laugh. "You are so weird." you take a second to look at him. "Okay."

He immediately leans into your neck placing messy open mouthed kisses, earning a surprised moan from you. He kisses your collarbones, his hands sliding under your top, as he looks up at you. "Can I take it off?" you nod and help him get rid off the clothing, leaving you in your bra. "And this?" he says in between kisses down your chest, his hands splayed on your back.

"Yes." you reply. He undoes the clasp of your bra, the straps falling off your shoulders, he throws the bra to the side, revealing you to him. His eyes are trained on your chest, he leans in to place kisses all over your boobs, leaving a few hickeys.

"Joost. Please." you push your chest into his face. He gets the message and wraps his lips around your nipple, playing with it with his tongue, proceeding to suck in, while his other hand grazes the other nipple gently with his nail and proceeds to pull and twist it. You are a whining mess under him already, all of your noises going straight to his dick. But he is determined to take his time with you, get ready for his mouth.

He pulls off your nipple with a pop and looks proud at it swollen and wet. He moves to the other nipple repeating his actions. You feel yourself get more and more wet, lifting your hips into his for friction. He moans against your chest. He likes that you are so needy for him already.

"You are so beautiful." he looks up at you at the same time as you were thinking the exact same thing about him.

He kisses slowly at your stomach, getting close to the waistband of your jeans, as he feels you tense up under him.

"I promise I will make you feel so good." he says sitting up. "Do you trust me?"

"I do" you say the truth.

"Can I take these off?" he places his hands on your hips, ready to take off your jeans.

"Yes." you lift your hips to help him undress you. He lays down on the bed, placing kisses on your inner thighs.

"So soft." he whispers. His kisses get closer and closer to your pussy.

"But please don't get mad when it takes too long." you look at him in between your thighs.

He looks up at you his eyebrows furrowed. "What kind of assholes have you been with?"

"Yeah, I am good at finding those."

"I am going to make you forget all about them." he says and places a kiss over your clothed pussy. He can feel how wet you are already, it almost pulls a moan out of him, but he wants to listen to you, so he stays as quiet as possible.

"Just relax for me, baby." you lay your head back on the pillows, as he takes off your panties and you spread your legs wider for him. He places one of your legs on his shoulder and lays down on the bed completely.

He kisses the soft skin of your inner thigh, slowly getting to your pussy, he kisses your folds, finally licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, pulling a moan from you, it sounds like music to his ears. He focuses on your clit, spreading your folds with two fingers, to get more access.

You were so wet and pent up from how ready he got you before, you have to admit it feels good to have him in between your legs, your back arches, but he keeps a strong hold on your hips. Your heal digging into his back but he likes it, the fact that you are enjoying yourself.

He laps at your cunt, listening to every sound you make, finding out what feels good for you. He moves closer to your hole, fucks you with his tongue, his nose catching on your clit, driving you crazy.

He brings one of his hands to your chest, teasing your nipple, feeling you clench around his tongue. You let out a loud whine and feel him moan into your cunt. You look down at him, his eyes are closed, eyebrows knitted together, so focused on your pleasure. You put your hand over his on your tit, squeezing even harder, that's when you notice his hips moving against the bed, humping it. You can't believe he is getting off on eating you out. His tongue reaches a sensitive part of you and you throw your head back at the feeling growing in your lower stomach.

The sight of him humping the bed, moaning into your pussy, sucking your clit so deliciously, taking his time with you, makes you realise how close to your climax you are getting. This man you just met today is making you feel things your ex boyfriends couldn't even get close to.

He looks up at you, seeing you lost in pleasure, your hand thrown back into the pillows, gripping the sheets, mouth open. He licks two of his fingers, and slowly puts one finger into your pussy, feeling it tighten,

"You are so sensitive, I can't believe no one did this for you before." he says, his lips and chin shiny with your juices, as he sticks another finger in, curling them, to find that spongey spot, that will drive you even closer to the sweet release. He dives back in, licking and sucking your clit.

He curls his fingers just right and with added pressure on your clit, you grip his hair, grinding your hips into his face.

"Joost. Fuck, that's it." you almost scream. "Please don't stop."

Your voice makes him hump the bed even harder, there is a wet spot already from his pre-cum. He brings his hand to your lower stomach, adding pressure softly. You start to see stars, how hard you're are squeezing your eyes shut, the feeling covers your entire body, a hot wave. You grip his hair even tighter, which makes him groan. But he would let you do anything to him in that moment, he is so happy he is making you feel good. Your walls are squeezing his fingers so tight, he can't even imagine how good it will feel when he gets his dick inside of you, worried he won't last long.

"Ohmygodohmygod" you scream, not being able to hold it in anymore. You feel him smile against your cunt, and you release on his fingers, on his mouth. He lets you ride your high, hold you in place with his hand on your lower stomach. He continues to eat you out hungrily, not missing a spot, licks at your folds until you are pushing him away overstimulated.

He stops, leans his head on your thigh, enjoying the view of your rising chest, a shiny layer of sweat covering you.

"So, how was it?" he asks you, he sounds so cocky, proud of himself.

"Insane. That was insane." you are out of breath, your brain feels like a mush.

He leaves one last kiss on your pussy, a whine escaping you, when he pushes himself on top of you again, caging you in, holding himself up on his forearms. There are tears on your face, which he kisses away. Your vision finally comes back to you, you look at him, he looks so good, his hair is messy, cheeks a little red, chin still wet with your slick, his necklace dangling in your face. You hook your finger around it and bring him closer, colliding your lips together. You taste yourself on his tongue, a moan slipping out of you, which makes him push his hips into you. You feel him so hard and heavy.

"Do you want me on top?" you ask him.

"Oh yes." he wraps your hands around his shoulders, snaking one hand around your lower back and easily flips you around. You squeal at his fast action, now he is sitting against the bed frame, with you on top.

You sit back, his dick wet with pre-cum in between you. You move your hand to stroke him, his mouth opens, letting out a soft groan.

"You have such a pretty dick." you stroke him slowly, feeling the velvety skin under your palm. Your other hand moves to his neck, moving towards his broad shoulder, just feeling him. You slide your hand down further onto his chest, his hair a little darker there than on his head. You stop to feel his wild heartbeat, moving even lower to his soft stomach. You think he is the hottest man you've ever seen. He is watching your every move, enjoying your hands on him. The way you look at him, your eyes filled with lust, strokes his ego. He is glad you want him as much as he wants you.

You start to feel him twitch under your hand, but he doesn't rush you like your previous partners would do. You take out a condom from the pack, open the packaging with your teeth and roll the condom onto him slowly. You press your lips against his, his hand on the back of your head, holding your hair. You lean your forehead against his, breathing the same air, you look down, when you start to lift your hips, swiping his dick between your folds. He is thicker than your previous partners, you know the stretch will be there, even after you already came.

You start to lower yourself slowly, both of you letting out a groan, when he first enters you. He is holding your hips, helping you take him in.

"That's it. You are taking me so well." his voice is quiet, eyes fixed between your bodies, watching you lower yourself on him. You feel so good and tight around him even through the rubber.

Soft little gasps leave your mouth, as you start to move on him. You hold him by the shoulders and feel a strong hold of his hands on his hips, setting the slow pace.

You start bouncing faster, painful stretch finally turning into pleasure. You pinch your nipple and he feels you clench around him. He is holding himself from cumming too fast, wants this to last, wants to see you on top of him for a little while longer. He hopes this is not the last time he gets to see you like this.

He moves his hand under your ass helping you set the pace and buries his face into your chest, feeling it move against him, bringing you to him as close as possible. He blindly kisses every bit of skin he can get his mouth on, moaning loudly.

"I am so close." he pushes his hand between you to draw fast circles on your clit.

"Me too." you throw your head back, switching between bouncing and moving your hips in circles.

He starts to thrust up, holding your hips and touching your clit at the same time. He starts to feel your pulse on his dick.

"You feel so good around me." he says in between thrusts. "Fuck. Can I please cum? Are you close?" he says looking up at you.

"I am almost there. Cum. Cum for me." you say and feel him twitch under you, he releases into the condom with a loud groan, loosing the rhythm of his thrusts. He presses you close to him, hits so unbelievably deep, it triggers your climax, you start to feel lightheaded with how strong you cum.

You are both trying to catch your breath, not ready to separate from each other. You scratch his head, still pressed into your chest, while he is moving his hands soothingly on your back.

"That was the best sex I ever had." you admit to him quietly.

He looks up at you. "Same." he brings you into a kiss with a hand on the back of your head. It is slow now, you still feel him inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hair, making you gasp into his mouth, letting him put his tongue in. You are both trying to make this last longer and longer, not sure what happens after.

He pulls back, you start to get up, hissing at the feeling.

He throws away the condom, and lays back, pulling you into his chest. You wrap your hands around him, glad he didn't leave as soon as he was finished. He puts the blanket around you hoping it will also make you stay.

"Can I see tomorrow?" he asks. He wants to get to know you even better, to take you on a proper date, wants to show you his music, introduce you to all his friends.

You look up at him. "I would love that."

"Can you also stay the night with me?" he asks, unsure. "Or, I can walk you home, if you want." his mind starts racing, he wants you to have a choice, but also wants you to stay so bad.

"I can stay." you wrap your hands tighter around him. He lets out a breath he was holding and brings you closer to his chest. You are in his arms, but he already can't wait to see you tomorrow, when he wakes up.

[mcflymemes]

THE DA VINCI CODE (2006) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

you say you hate history. nobody hates history. they hate their own histories.

we are who we protect, i think. what we stand up for.

that's why we study history... so we'll stop killing each other.

can you keep secrets? can you know a thing and never say it again?

how many have been murdered over this question?

if it's so important to you to stop us, then you're just going to have to shoot us.

understanding our past determines actively our ability to understand the present.

tonight, this will be our quest.

how would you know that?

you seem... uncomfortable.

you have me confused with someone else.

why would i try to run? i didn't do anything.

will you excuse me a moment?

i was supposed to have drinks with him earlier this evening.

i waited for over an hour.

i'm afraid the police arrived more quickly than i anticipated.

you must follow me, please. for your own safety.

you knew they were coming?

if you step inside, please. time is of the essence.

you have not been honest with me.

you will leave this house!

your ruse is pathetic.

will you just tell us what the hell it's for?

i've jammed my shoulder, i've been shot at... i'm bleeding.

if we are to get away from here, we must find another way.

you can start with him.

do not react to this message.

you must follow my directions very closely. you are in grave danger.

i could run them over.

i can pretty much remember what i see.

sorry for all the mystery, [name].

i'm into something here that i cannot understand.

you should be ashamed.

if you would close your eyes...

well, that's a bit strange, isn't it?

how many wine glasses are there on the table?

there's virtually no empirical proof.

that is what they want you to believe.

that's a common misunderstanding.

you are saying all this is real?

you are an angel.

i am a ghost.

have you ever heard those words before?

why are you asking these things?

i am the messenger of god.

every breath you take is a sin.

you will be hunted by angels.

you believe in god? your god doesn't forgive murderers. he burns them.

do you mock me?

we are betrayed.

did they find it? this buried treasure?

i've never heard about any of this.

this is an old wives' tale.

now you're a psychologist too?

what will you do?

it's a rudimentary phallus.

the only thing that matters is what you believe.

i thought i was going to die.

sometimes i wonder if i wasn't alone down there.

maybe human is divine.

thank you... for bringing me here.

the mind sees what it chooses to see.

do i owe you money?

care to open up for an old colleague?

first, a test of honor.

shall i serve coffee or tea?

what would you do?

maybe there is no proof.

surely such a travesty has never occurred.

your heart is true.

they are used to keep secrets.

you used me.

we've been dragged into a world of people who think this stuff is real.

do you trust this man? i hope you can.

i don't follow.

stop now. tell me where it is.

i don't know what you are talking about.

is it a secret you will die for?

well, i must say, you two are anything but dull.

forgive the intrusion.

i'm not sure how much help i'm gonna be here this evening.

funny, i don't even like history.

i've never seen much good come from looking to the past.

are you a god-fearing man?

you're acting like you lost your mind.

[seenoversundown]

Insidious : One

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: alcohol, partying, uncomfortable situations, tension, suggestive language, heavy petting if you will.

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Rory gets dragged to an after party that could potentially alter her life.

Author's Note: I have had the itch to write a story like this for a while and I finally decided to just rip the metaphorical band aid off. Strap in 😘 and I hope you guys enjoy the ride

 

“It’ll be fun, I promise!” Is the last thing Georgia said to me when we walked into this mess. I watched her disappear into the little crowd of people that are crammed into this apartment. I would say penthouse, but that makes them sound rich and this is just an Airbnb for them. 

Surrounded by people who are either heavily tattooed or Instagram baddies, I definitely don’t feel like I’m necessarily blending in. Georgia had gotten into a slight situationship with the bassist of this band from the area. Not that it’s really saying anything; Vegas is a city full of dreamers. 

But they recently booked a big tour, so they decided to celebrate with a hometown show and then an after party. Naturally, we had to attend both. So now, I’m left to wade through all these sweaty people in hopes that I don’t have to hold Georgia’s hair back later.

The only solace I have is when I find where the drinks are. Grabbing a vodka seltzer, not even caring what the flavor is, and downing at least half of it in one go. Alcohol is going to be the only thing to make this after-party bearable. 

Scanning the room, I can see her off in a corner talking to the infamous bassist she talks about twenty-four seven. Well, at least she’s having a good time. Taking a couple more big sips, I finished off my first drink— but definitely not my last of the evening. 

About halfway through my second drink, I start to hate this less. Talking to a few random girls who look about as lost as I do. Grateful to have found anybody to talk to at this point. The alcohol was coursing through my veins, helping me loosen up. I’ve never been particularly a big people-person, which is comical considering the career path I chose, but that’s a story for a different day. 

“Stop! Oh my god!” One of the girls squeals, leaning close to my ear and I can smell the beer on her breath as she whispers, “I think that’s fucking Sam.” 

“Who?” I ask, between the loud music, all the talking, and the fact I’m rapidly approaching what some would call a good buzz, I have no fucking clue who she’s talking about. 

“Sam Kiszka! How do you not know him?” She gushes. Carefully pointing him out as he makes his way through the room. 

His long hair cascades over his shoulders until he brushes his hand through it, pushing it out of his face. He’s tall and slender. I watch casually as he walks past us; his ripped black skinny jeans and solid black vans tell me everything I need to know. 

“He’s in a band?” I ask her, glancing back over to watch him hug someone that he must know. 

Her eyes went wide, “You really don’t know?” 

I shake my head and shrug. 

“He’s in a band with his brothers,” she tells me. “They’re pretty heavy, even though the singer doesn’t look like he could scream.” 

“Which one is he?” I ask, trying to find someone who looks similar. 

She stands on her tiptoes, yelling when she finds him. Her arm was pointing in the complete opposite direction from where I was. “He's over there. Shorter, curly hair on top— you’ll see his teeth from here.” The way her lips curled up at the statement tells me that he must be hot. 

Following suit, I lean up onto my toes, just in time to see him laughing at whoever he’s with. Oh, he does have nice teeth. The sparkle of his tongue ring as he laughs. I don’t think anybody would deny that he’s hot. 

“How many of them are there?” 

“There’s four of them in the band,” she tells me, glancing around. “Oh! That’s the drummer.” Pointing to this taller dude, long curly hair with half of it tied up. I can see his arm muscles flex as he stretches his arms out. Her voice pipes up again, “I don’t see the guitarist anywhere, but I’ll point him out if I find him.” 

The two of us both grabbed fresh drinks, sticking together through the night since Georgia abandoned me. Giggling about the people here and trying to avoid eye contact with every attractive man who passed us. 

I learned that she was just visiting and had never been to Vegas before. She’s from some small town in Oklahoma, apparently. Drove all the way here for this one band's show, which seems crazy to me. But the fangirl life will take you all over the world if you let it. 

Neither of us really anticipated anything coming out of this after-party; we were just excited to share Instagrams with each other. Typically, not like me, but three drinks in, it sounded great. Plus, I think we’d get along sober. That could be the alcohol talking, but who knows? 

“How are you?” A deeper voice says, making my head turn. I realize that that drummer has his arm draped around my newly claimed friend for the evening. Finally, I get a better look at him, up close and personal. 

A few tattoos are scattered across his arms, and his black shirt is fitted, which prevents him from hiding the fact that he’s in good shape with the way his arms fill out the sleeves. 

“Hi, um, I’m great,” she spits out nervously. “How are you?” 

I can see the quiet laugh as he looks at her. “I’m fantastic. What’s your name?” 

“Ruby,” her voice is so tiny. If she only knew I was silently trying to cheer her on. 

He pulls her into his side, muttering, “Ruby. That’s a pretty name.” he pauses. “Makes sense for such a pretty girl.” 

I could practically see her legs go limp at the compliment. Her eyes never leave him, but he looks over at me. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he says to me. 

I sip my drink. “It’s Rory.”

“Well, do you mind if I borrow your friend for a moment?” 

Winking at her. “Be my guest.” Her eyes widened at me again, and I just mouthed, ‘DM me later. I’ll find you.’ Which I watch her frantically nod at. 

Plopping down onto a couch, I slide my phone out to scroll through Instagram while I sip on this drink. Looking through Ruby’s page, as one would, I can’t help but notice how cute she is. Her red hair is always perfectly curled, and the way she usually dresses is way more soft and feminine than I would have expected. Clicking on her following list to see if we follow any of the same people. 

She likes a few of the same bands and clothing stores that I do, but I keep scrolling. Recognizing the drummer’s hair in his profile pic, I click on it. 

‘Danny Wagner’

‘Drummer for @/insidious’

His feed is full of overly edited photos of him playing on stage, which isn’t shocking given the genre of music they play. I can’t deny that the aesthetic isn’t lovely. 

Before I can creep further, I can’t help but notice that the couple sitting next to me on this couch is getting a little too handsy for my liking. 

I excused myself before I was genuinely intruding on a private moment. I take the last swig of my drink and go to throw the can away. I uncomfortably made my way back into the kitchen and set it on the counter, which has turned into a drink graveyard at this rate. 

I need to pee. Scanning the apartment, which is rather large, to be fair, I see the hallway where the bathroom must be—at least one of them. 

I push my way through everybody, and now the bulk of them are drunk, so the body heat is absurd. It only takes a minute to get there, but when I open the door, I am graced with the visual of a girl bent over the sink.

“Oh!” I yelped, but given how quickly I pulled the door shut, I don’t think they even noticed. Jesus Christ. 

Turning around to try and see if there’s another bathroom hidden somewhere, I immediately smack into someone. I feel the beer dripping down my legs before I even open my eyes. Fuck. 

“Woah,” his raspy voice lets out. “You okay there, babe?” 

My eyes slowly move up, noticing the way his shirt is practically entirely open, with tattoos peeking out from his jeans. His hand grabs my arm as I look up, and our eyes finally meet. 

“Oh,” I choke out. “My legs took the brunt of it, I think.” His hair is long, past his shoulders, but I’m distracted by his lips when he smirks at me. 

“There’s another bathroom— here I’ll show you,” he says, his fingers wrapping around my wrist before he turns around. Pulling me with him through the hall and into a bedroom. He pushes open the door, and thankfully, there’s nobody fucking in this one. 

“You’re a lifesaver,” I blurt out. My head turned at the sounds of people getting closer to the door. My hand grabbed him this time, pulling him into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, can you just block the door for a minute?” 

That fucking smirk again. 

He flips the lock on the doorknob, looking back at me, “Is that all?” 

I stare at him for a minute, his eyes moving from my lips back up to my line of sight. The bathroom light makes it easier actually to see him. He’s ..pretty. His facial structure is so strong but delicate. A small hoop in his nose, which somehow fit him so perfectly. The way his lips honestly look like they were made to be kissed, plump and soft, I can just tell. 

“Maybe,” I whisper, taking a step closer. “I did make you spill your drink..” 

“That you did.” his eyes hooded, but I could see how dilated his pupils were. Oh, he’s into this. 

Sober me would never be in this position. But drunk me is really enjoying how this man is absolutely dying over me being slightly flirty. 

He moves in front of me, setting his drink on the counter, his hands on either side of me. He’s so close I can smell the alcohol on him mixed with whatever cologne he wears. 

“Let me help you,” he whispers. His hand pats the counter. “Sit.” 

I push myself up onto the counter, watching him open cabinets until he finds some towels. Wetting the corner of one, squatting down in front of me, and dragging the towel over the shiny drip lines on my calves. 

“You don’t strike me as the kinda girl who comes to these parties,” he says, glancing up at me. Fuck me. 

I let out a laugh. “Unfortunately, I end up at these more than I’d like to admit.” 

“How’d it take me so long to run into you?” He asks, hardly paying attention to what he’s doing. 

“Cute,” I let out under my breath.

He winks, which is horrific given how hot he is, basically on his knees in front of me, muttering, “Glad you think so.”

His hand runs over my calves gently, and I watch the goosebumps flood my thighs. Giggling at the feeling until his hand slides up, and he grips just above my knee. No amount of alcohol could help me now. 

“What’s your name?” I choke out. 

His hand stays on my thigh as he stands up. He tells me quietly, “Jake.” 

Leaning in closer, his nose almost touching mine. I can’t help but look at his lips; they’re right there. All I have to do is— 

“And you are?” He whispers, and I can feel his breath against my lips. 

Something in me finally clicked, or the last drink finally hit when I whispered back, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

My lips press into his hastily. My hands hold the sides of his neck as his hand is sliding up my thigh. A little groan sneaks out of me, feeling him smile against my lips. 

“That’s all it takes, baby?” He teases, his voice laced with a sultry tone. “I bet you’d sound pretty screaming my name.” 

“Humble of you,” I giggle quietly. 

His fingers slipped underneath my shorts slightly, bunching them up a little. Watching his eyes drop to my lips and then back up, mumbling, “I’d say it’s working for you, though.” 

“Mmm,” I hum back, my arms draping around his shoulders. “I don’t know about that, Jake.” 

His other hand grabs my jaw, tilting my head back to look at him, mumbling, “You really wanna play that game with me?” 

A slight smirk creeps onto my face before I tug him into me, and my tongue traces his bottom lip until he lets me in. Honestly, I’m a little surprised he didn’t go for it first. His fingers pressed into the nape of my neck, making sure I couldn’t move away from him. He pushes my legs apart, moving closer to me, but two can play this game. 

Lifting my legs and locking them around his hips, I pull back to see his reaction. His jaw dropped when he watched our bodies get closer, and he may as well have drooled. 

“What are you trying to do here, baby?” He mumbles, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me into him— lifting me off the counter, feeling his hands holding my ass. Smooth. He kisses me gently before whispers, “If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is say the word.” 

My back hits the door, and his lips are against mine, but this kiss feels harsher, more desperate. It’s dreadful that I’m enjoying it this much. Pulling his bottom lip in gently with my teeth, his chest rising and falling a bit more obviously. I mumble out, “You like that?” 

“Fuck,” he groans. 

I grab his chin tilting it to look at me, whispering, “Sounds like you want me to fuck you, huh?” I’ve never been a shy girl when it comes to these situations, but the alcohol is doing wonders for my confidence right now. 

His lips attach to my neck before I can even think, pressing wet, rough kisses down the side of it—so why not make a show of it? 

My hips shift against him, relieving myself slightly but feeling him, and a small moan falls out of me. He carefully bites at me, not hard, but enough to send a chill down my spine. 

He absolutely has to be insane in bed. I smile against him at the thought, and knowing that I could have my chance to find out makes my thigh tighten around him. His lips move down to my collarbone, and all I can think of is how badly I wish we weren’t in a bathroom right now. Littering kisses wherever he can get to, mumbling into me, “Mmm, baby.” 

My legs shifting against him, he lets me stand, but keeping me pinned against the door. His hands hold my waist until he’s playing with the button of my shorts, staring me down, waiting for the right moment to do it finally. 

I slide one of my hands up his chest, feeling the cool metal of his necklace, holding it carefully. Pulling him in by the necklace in my hand, I stare at him as he realizes that I’m in control– the look in his eyes is delicious. His forehead pressed against mine, I lean in and hover just over his lips for a painfully long minute before I finally give in, whispering, “Fuck me, Jake.” 

His lips crash into mine, and the button on my shorts is undone in the same breath. As his hand is about to slip in, I jump. 

“Rory! Are you in there?!” Georgia’s panicked voice barreled through the door, followed by rapid knocking. “Please, oh my god, please be in there.”

My face flushes as he stares at me, waiting for me to confirm if it’s me or not. I turn my head to the side and holler back, “Yes, sorry. I’ll be right there.” 

His hand pulls back, and his arms fold over his chest as he watches me panic. Buttoning my shorts, I look in the mirror to fix my hair quickly. Glancing back over to him, his eyebrows rise as he shifts his eyes from me to the door.  

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I spit out, unlocking the door carefully so Georgia doesn’t just barge in. 

“Go ahead,” he says, holding my stare for a beat. Once I turned to open the door, he let out, “It was nice to meet you, Rory.” 

A chill runs down my spine as it processes, but I open the door, quickly slipping out in hopes that Georgia didn’t see him. Her eyes gave it away that she did. Leaning into me as we walked out of the bedroom, she whispered, “Who was that?” 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

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Chapter Two

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Baby baby~ | Original Sins x Kid!Reader + Stolas x Kid!Reader + Octavia x Kid!Reader |

Summary: Lucifer finally gets his close friends to meet you!! Warnings: no one, just FLUFF.

Lucifer wanted you to meet his closest friends and sins, he had planned this day for so long. He invited Charlie and Vaggie of course, but kept Alastor away.

"Only if i get to take (Y/N) out for the next two days"

And he had accepted, wanting nothing more but to kill the sinner.

~☆~☆~☆

The castle was decorated, Lucifer and the rest of you wearing their best clothes. Food was served, drinks were out (no alcohol allowed) and you guiding Charlie to your room to show her your drawings.

"They are amazing (Y/N) but the rest will soon come-"

Charlie could not end her talk as a very distinct voice claimed from other room.

"Now were its your sweet new kid! Im dying to meet them" The big form of Asmodeus said the three faces looking around for you.

The left one noticed you in the corner by the hand of Charlie.

"Oh!! There they are, (Y/N) come and say Hello to Lust!!" Lucifer called you missing your scared look as you slowly approached the big Sin.

Asmodeus went down on his knee bowing to you "Its a pleassure to meet one of our King's kid, im Asmodeus, you must be (Y/N)"

You nodded looking at his 3 faces and soon smiling at them "You got 3 faces!! And you are so tall, can i get that tall too?"

Asmodeus looked over Lucifer asking for permission, once Lucifer noded Asmodeus took you and let you sit on his shoulder.

"This is great!!" You exclaimed

~☆~☆~☆~

After some more minutes you were left down on the floor when a portal opened, a tall owl dressing in a fashion way appear, behind him a smaller one. Stolas soon saw you and (wanting to show off) opened his book, dark sky appear on the ceiling, different constellations left the sky and went towards you, twirling you around and making you laught.

"Oh Stolas its so good to meet you again my friend!!" Lucifer exclaimed quickly going to shake Stolas hand. "Its has been eones indeed" Stolas agreed looking as you played with the constellation of a horse.

"And Octavia! You have grow so much, I remember when you were so tiny" Lucifer added making Octavia blush and nod at the king who then pointed at Charlie and Vaggie who went to his side. "Im not sure if you remember my daughter, but this is Charlie! and her gilrfriend Vaggie".

Charlie gave a kind smile to the goetia bowing respectfully as well towards her and Stolas "Im so glad to be meeting you again"

Soon you came to them, the horse constellation following you. You stood suprised at the tall owl who got down on his knee as well "And this must be the precious (Y/N), you father never stops talking about you" Stolas said then softly pushed Octavia "This is my daughter Octavia"

You took notice of Octavia being a bit uncomfortable under the attention "Hello! im so happy to meet more friends, i like your clothes! Dad can i get dark clothes too?" you asked to quickly switch the attention to him.

"Of course we can, anything for my small bean" Lucifer beamed.

Octavia gave off a small smile as you smiled at her then went to ask her father about his magic.

"Oh then let me start with the basics..."

~☆~☆~☆~

After what felt like hours of stories of magic a new sound was hear.

"Oh finally, she loves making a big scene" Asmodeus said looking over the flying figure surronded by smoke.

Soon the room was being filled up with music and sweet smell. A pair of hands took you and as the smoke went off you could see what you would describe as a big yellow wolf.

"Awww look at you, you look even sweeter up close!!" Bellzebub said pushing your cheeck against hers smiling. "Lucifer, you must take good care of this one or soon they will end up dating"

"NOT ON MY WATCH" Lucifer exclaimed now having an internal crisis.

Beelzebub soon let herself on the floor with you. "Im Beelzebub, but you kind soul can call me Beel"

"You are beautiful" you could only say in response seeing her hair move around with different colors.

"Aww, and i got all of you a gift"

Soon lots of bottles with orange liquid appear.

"Dont worry this ones" she pointed towards some bottles with what it was supposed to be a demon kid "has no alcohol in it"

~☆~☆~☆~

Quick Extras:

You ended up making Octavia share her music with you and her love for taxidermy.

Mammon did come but only because Lucifer forced him, he ended up liking you as you saw him as "a big huggeable clown" and "you smell like money" you did won him over and he promised to bring you something next time.

Five seconds later tons of money appear alongside a plushie of a famous demon called "Fizzarolli".

Everyone tried to prevent you from drinking too much but you ended with too much sugar and ran for the rest of the night.

Stolas gave you a book of basic magic and told you to call him if you need help with anything.

Beel made you promise that once you get older you would go to one of her parties (how no one knows since you are a sinner but anyway).

[magnetokisser]

Pretend Lovers, Real Feelings - CHAPTER ONE

summary: surprisingly, you've already made a key discovery in your mission with bucky. things are starting to smooth out between the both of you, but you're getting cold feet, and it's been too long for bucky to know what he's feeling. -- you HAVE to read the prequel to have a full understanding of this part!

word count: 4.8k

warnings: experimenting mentioned in detail, as well as torture and violence. also reader drinks in this but not a lot.

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three months had passed.

three months of you stuck in a polish village with one of the only people in the world you didn’t like. truth be told, it wasn’t that bad. but you liked to lie. while you had been sleeping on the couch every night and plastering one of the fakest smiles you could manage onto your face by day. 

the intel that you were given had yet to show itself. despite that, the people in the town were a bit odd. despite being only an hour away from warsaw, the town wasn’t nearly as populated and didn’t have nearly as many advancements as well.. any of the rest of the world did. that being said, you and bucky had to act as old fashioned as possible. it was a miracle you could still use your tv and phone.

one of the few good things about kazimierz dolny was the old woman that lived next door to you. she often brought you baked goods and an absurd amount of casseroles, and invited you over to crochet every weekend. it was a nice getaway from bucky, since the two of you argued over almost every little thing. the most calm times were meal times; the only time when you and bucky would have actual small talk. 

the two of you were currently sitting together on a bench, watching for a man natasha gave the two of you intel on. you were surprised her and sam even stayed in poland for this long. just as you were on the brink of zoning out, bucky spoke up and pulled you from your thoughts. “huh?” you murmured, looking up at him. “if you would ever pay attention, you’d know i just told you our guy is right over there.” he spoke, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. you furrowed your brows and frowned, looking in the direction he just gestured in. 

across the lake was a man who, to the normal person, looked inconspicuous. though to the trained eye, it was quick to notice how the man was looking over his shoulder a bit too frequently. it was as if he was nervous someone was watching him. “sam,” you murmured, pressing your face into bucky’s shoulder to mask your speaking. “can you tag the guy about a click in front of us? i promise i’ll thank redwing.” you asked, pulling away from bucky. 

while he wasn’t showing it on his face, he was exceedingly upset. “do you have to be so touchy?” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “do you have to whine all the time?” you retorted, watching redwing discreetly fly by and attach a tracker onto the man’s jacket. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just get away from me.” he growled, standing up abruptly. you sighed before thanking sam and redwing, following close behind bucky. 

“well? what do we do now? we can't just follow him.” you frowned, keeping a bit of a distance from the grumpy old war soldier in front of you. sam’s voice filled your ear, and you could hear the sound of music and people. “just wait. let the tracker do its job– hey! wait for me!” he shouted, his comm line abruptly going quiet. natasha had backed out earlier, too. they were definitely partying.

“they’re partying.” you said, looking around at the scenery around you as your shoulders slumped. “must be nice.” you murmured, prompting bucky to scoff and make a face at you. you could practically feel another argument about to happen. “why does it not surprise me that all you want to do is party?” he snarled, a certain glint in his eye that set you off. “excuse me?” you gasped, your eyes widening at his insult. “you heard me. that’s exactly why they don’t put you on any missions. i’d rather be here with, oh i don’t know, sharon? she’d be much better company than you are right now.” he spoke, his words dripping with venom. it wasn’t a low blow, but he knew how to push the right buttons to get you upset. the reason you didn’t like sharon was a reason that only natasha knew, and you’d like to keep it that way.

 “you say that as if i don’t hear you sneaking out to the bar every other night. how can you be at your best on a mission if you’re drunk all the time?” you hissed, turning away from him and started walking a bit faster. 

“repeat that?” he growled, matching his pace with yours. “you heard me. at least i’m trying to keep my mind on the job.” you said, glancing at him for a moment. “you do realize the only reason you’re still in the avengers is because tony took pity on you, right?” he snarled, his eyes burning holes into the side of my head. “i don’t care what they think of me,” you spoke, blatantly lying as you snapped at him, “at least they can trust me enough not to go rogue and become a mass murderer.”

yeah, that was definitely a low blow on your end. when you looked up at him, you watched as his eyes widened with vulnerability before darkening. he said nothing and continued walking the path back to your temporary home, and you knew that whatever relationship you two might’ve built had just been diminished under the weight of your words. sighing, you ran your hands over your face before following a large distance behind him, hoping natasha and sam were having fun whatever they were doing. 

dinner that night was..just you.you placed bucky’s plate next to the bedroom door, since you didn’t want him to starve. you spent the better part of the evening watching the tracker move around. nothing was happening, so you nearly fell asleep.. until the man started descending. at first, you chalked it down to him going into a basement. but then he kept going lower and lower. standing up from the couch, you peeked down the hall and looked towards the bedroom, seeing it still closed. the plate was still there with food on it as well. 

you hadn’t heard from natasha or sam since well before your argument with bucky earlier. so, you decided to investigate this yourself. was it a bad idea? maybe. did you care? yes, but not that much. stuffing some pillows under your blanket on the couch, you snuck out the back door clad in dark clothes and making your way towards the location. luckily, you were able to use your ice to move faster. the night was cold, and the sky was painted with stars that twinkled as you moved under them. 

by the time you got to the location, it was nearing midnight. you were on the outskirts of the town, standing about a hundred feet from a cozy looking cabin. emphasis on looking. sneaking around to the back, you made sure to peek through the windows and make sure there wasn’t some family or couple inside. if there was, you thought you’d die from the embarrassment. after checking thoroughly, you saw nothing, and picked the lock to the back door. the tracker said he was directly below you, so if there was a basement, he was there. if not, he was lower. 

despite feeling confident upon leaving the house, you couldn’t help but feel something was off. the cabin felt like someone lived here– not like it was rented out, but like someone’s home. it felt like an invasion of privacy. you silently opened the basement door, carefully walking downstairs. peeking around the corner, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. it looked like a normal basement.. until you made it to the foot of the stairs. 

under a blanket, a pool of blood was visible under what was shaped like a human body. inching towards it, you lightly pulled back the blanket to see who it was. unsurprisingly yet unfortunately, it was the man sam tagged with redwing. the only difference was that he wasn’t wearing the jacket the tracker was on. tilting his head to the side, it was beyond easy to tell that he had been hit with something hard and heavy– blunt force trauma. but that didn’t explain all of the blood. 

“shit,” you murmured, looking around and sighing. examining the body further, you found a stab wound in his chest as well as his side. that would explain the blood. there was definitely someone here, or they were here. “i have enough time,” you whispered to yourself, putting the body back and looking around the basement. luckily for you, tony gave you a pair of his fancy glasses that give you x ray vision– or something close to it. downside? friday was in them. 

putting them on, you smiled sheepishly as the ai’s voice filled your ears. “you must be insane.” she deadpanned, sounding very unamused. “just– scan the room for me? please?” you pleaded, moving towards a corner so she could get a good look. “you didn’t kill that man, did you?” she asked while you watched holograms appear on the glasses. “it looks like there’s some sort of elevator that descends what would be thirty floors underground.” friday spoke, causing you to look down. it was honestly so trippy. 

“should i go investigate?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip. “does this look like scooby-doo to you? not only are you alone, but nobody knows where you are. you’re lucky i haven't pinged your location to sam and natasha yet.” she scolded, causing you to sigh and make your way back upstairs. just as you were about to start speaking, you heard someone trying to unlock the front door. “y/n, get out of there.” friday warned. “i know, i know.” you whispered, ducking behind the couch as the person walked inside. you put your hood on, thanking thor that the cabin had no lights. you peeked around the corner, seeing a man with brown hair. his back was turned towards you, and he didn’t seem to notice you. he also clearly didn’t know how to lock doors behind him, which you found out from friday’s voice in your ear. “you have an opening. if you don’t take it, i’ll call bucky.” she threatened, causing you to scowl and grumble quietly. 

when the man went towards the basement, you made a run for it– well, ice for it? either way, you were out of there. “thanks, friday.” you thanked, making it back to the back door to the house about an hour later. you felt grimy and tired, and the couch was looking less and less appealing to you as the days went on. just as you were sneaking back inside, you were met face to face with your housemate. “just where have you been? nevermind, don’t answer that. you clearly have an inability to telling me where you’re going in the middle of the night.” he spat, glowering at you

“you were ignoring me!” you exclaimed, walking inside. “does that matter?! not only could you have gotten hurt, you could have gotten captured. is there a single cell in your brain that does critical thinking?!” he snapped, grabbing your arm and dragging you inside. “i got valuable information and nobody saw me, okay? i’m fine!” you groaned, pulling your arm from his grasp. he narrowed his eyes at you, watching as you took the glasses off. “friday, help me out here,” you murmured, avoiding bucky glaring daggers at you. thankfully, friday projected a hologram of the cabin you were just in, along with the dead body and secret elevator. “see? i just gained a buttload of information.” you huffed, crossing your arms as bucky examined the display. “is that the man we saw earlier?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. it was a bit hoarse, and if you weren’t so hellbent on hating him, you’d accept the fact that he was not only very built, but really hot. 

“yeah. there was someone else there too, but i dont know if he murdered the guy or not. the last thing i saw before i left was him going down into the basement, so he definitely knew what was down there at least.” you shrugged, sitting on the edge of the table. bucky glanced from you to the display, running a hand over his beard. his hair was growing out again, but with how strained your relationship was, or lack thereof, you didn’t know if he’d let you cut it again. 

“you did find valuable information,” he began, looking at you as he took a step closer, “but you could’ve gotten hurt. what if you had been captured? we wouldn’t have known where you were. the lower down that elevator goes, the less signal we could have. you nearly bit off more than you could chew.” he spoke with a gruff, angry voice. he was too close for your liking, and you had to stop yourself from staring at his face. illuminated by the moonlight, you could see the small scars he had from when hydra still had him as the winter soldier. huffing, you looked away, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “i’m sorry.” you mumbled, feeling more embarrassed than you’d like to admit. bucky smirked, leaning in. you could feel his breath fan against your cheek, causing blood to rush to your cheeks. “repeat that? did you, the most stubborn person to ever grace the planet, just say sorry? to me?” he grinned, looking into your eyes. 

“you’re pushing it. don’t make me take it back, because i’ll take it back.” you said, glaring at him. gosh, he was so close. he must’ve realized how close he was as well since he quickly backed away, his face falling back to it’s normal grumpy aspect. “pull that stunt again, and i’ll get them to send you home.” he warned, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“you do realize they trust you as much as they trust me, right? the only reason they might have a bit more respect for you is because you get the gracious word of captain america to back you. not everybody gets that.” you frowned, pushing past him to go shower. gosh, you really needed to apologize. 

as you sat in the bath, your mind had wandered to where you were three months prior. you and bucky didn’t even speak to each other. now, you were speaking with him on a daily basis, and had insulted him twice in one day. yikes. while you wished you could blame it on your sleeping arrangements, you knew that wouldn’t cut it. you knew deep down that you and bucky were the same. that, in a perfect world, you two would be closer than maybe natasha and clint. maybe it was the fact that you two reminded yourselves of each other; the similarities causing deep rooted self loathing to come to the surface in forms of petty insultes and inappropriate arguments. while you know what you said to him earlier was true, to an extent, you didn’t know if you meant it about him, or about yourself. and that’s what really scared you.

not only had bucky been right, but he had a point. if you had gotten captured, they would have thrown you into the same loop that you were in just a few years ago. it would have been even worse if they found out bucky was with you– who knew if he would’ve gone back to being what he was. that was only the first thing he had been right about. what he said about tony earlier was true, too. tony stark was the one who fought relentlessly– aka, threatening to cut off funds– to get you in the compound. he had saved your life, and in turn, you had saved his. he chose to ignore the fact you nearly froze his arc reactor.

sighing, you sunk into the warm water of the tub, pouting to yourself. you needed to get your shit together, and fast. there was finally a break in the mission, and if you let your petty feelings keep boiling over and taking control of you, you’d get the boot. and you were scared it wouldn’t just be off the mission.

you took your time getting out of the tub and getting ready for bed, or as you liked to call it:  couch. when you were done, you stopped in front of the bedroom door, noticing the empty plate on the ground. you picked it up and raised your free hand, hovering it over the door as you debated knocking.slowly and gently, you quietly knocked on the wooden door, waiting and hoping for bucky to answer. you waited a couple of seconds and sighed when you heard nothing, deciding to just walk away. at least you tried. 

just as you began making your way down the hallway, the bedroom door swung open. turning around, your gaze landed on bucky, who was also getting ready to go back to bed. “you knocked?” he asked, his voice clearly tired. this amplified your guilt by a hundred percent. “i uh,” you paused, glancing at the ground for a moment, “i just wanted to talk to you for a second. not argue or anything.” you said, shifting uncomfortably. this was hard. 

“about?” he questioned, raising a brow. “can i just come in?” you asked, setting the plate on a hallway table. you’d grab it on your way out. it took a moment for bucky to answer, and you took this time to take in his features. his sleep tousled hair, which had grown back out to be below his collar, wasn’t as messy as you thought it would be. he was wearing a tanktop, leaving the metal arm on display. you could see the scars on his shoulders, and while you didn’t want to imagine it, you knew just how much that had to hurt. the brunet snapped you out of your thoughts by speaking up. “fine. just don’t freeze me, or whatever you do.” he grumbled, backing into the bedroom. “thank you,” you murmured, following behind him.

the first few minutes were awkward. you sat on the edge of the bed with bucky next to you, not knowing how to start. “uh..” you paused, trying to force the words out. “i’m sorry,” you said, looking everywhere but where he was. “for what i said. all of it. it was out of place.” you sighed, finally mustering up enough courage to look at him. he was already looking dead at you, and god did it make you feel funny. it took a minute for him to reply, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “it’s fine. you were probably just projecting, anyway.” 

huffing, you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “it’s true nonetheless. partially.” he spoke, looking at the ground. “we can’t trust each other, our comrades can’t trust us, and we can’t trust ourselves. that’s what makes me so unsure of why they’d put us on this mission.” bucky had a point. he seemed to have a lot of those lately. “maybe they’re just looking for a way to get rid of us.” you joked, your voice weak as you tore your gaze from him. his lips curled up in a slight smile at this, and you were growing cold just at the thought of being back in a hydra cell again. “steve wouldn’t let that happen to you, though. you mean too much to him.” you spoke, moving your hand to touch his, only to stop halfway. it wasn’t that you were scared of touching his metal hand, you just didn’t know if he wanted to be touched. he wore the fake wedding ring, despite the hand not ever being shown when the two of you were in public. 

bucky looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours in a sort of understanding as he began speaking. “it was a long time without him. without anybody.” you tilted your head, listening as he continued. “fifty years. fifty years of me killing people under their control. they would put me on ice in between– fry my brain every time i would start acting like me again.” he spoke, his voice full of pain as he looked back at the floor. you put your hand on his, the cool metal settling against your warm skin. “it’s okay,” you murmured, scooting a bit closer to him. “they can’t hurt you anymore. they won’t hurt you anymore.” you said, feeling him slowly relax. he seemed more vulnerable– more docile. 

“what about you?” he asked, his voice a quiet murmur in the quiet of the night. “me?” you tilted your head, your brows furrowed slightly. “do..” he paused, his face scrunching up in thought, “what did they do to you?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours once more.

your mind felt like it had paused. any thoughts that were running through your head had stopped, sending you hurdling back into your time as hydra’s mutant experiment. “they would..experiment on me. do tests to see how vulnerable i was, make me go through tests to see how strong i was. no matter what, i always ended up strapped to a metal table.” you said, averting your gaze as you stared off into space. “since i’m a mutant, they wanted to see how much they could affect my mutated genes before i broke. my powers started out as me being able to make snowballs. i was only a kid, so i didn’t know what to do. luckily, they mutated into something that i can use to help people.” you murmured, feeling bucky’s thumb run over the back of your hand. despite it being metal, it was soothing. this was a position you never thought you’d find yourself in with him. 

“one time they tried to burn a chunk of my skin off. i ended up lowering my body temperature so low to the point i was under sub zero. i nearly killed myself and the scientists in the room with me.” you said, blinking out of your zoned out state. bucky was looking at you with a frown, though his eyes held a hint of understanding. while you two hadn’t gone through the same things, you were both victims of hydra’s heinous crimes. “but you’re free now.” bucky said, his gaze darting across your face. “we’re free now. except we still carry all the baggage.” you mumbled, letting out an airy chuckle.

the room fell into a comfortable silence, and you found yourself leaning into bucky’s side. you had to give it to him, the guy was built like a brick wall. despite that, he was warm and held a comforting air around him. part of you still wanted to hate him– but you really had no reason to. just as you found yourself dozing off, bucky nudged you with his shoulder. “do you want to sleep in the bed?” he asked, his voice low as to not disturb you too much. you made a small noise and reluctantly pulled away from him and his warmth before shaking your head. “no.. i’ll be fine. i don’t want to ice the room in my sleep and freeze you to death.” you shrugged, standing up and yawning. “goodnight, bucky.” you said, making your way towards the door to leave no room for argument. “goodnight, y/n.” he called out, watching as you shut the door. 

you would wake up in the bed the next morning, finding bucky sleeping on the floor near the door. 

after that, the air between you and the ex-hydra assassin was lighter. you two still argued over small things, but after the discovery of the ‘cabin in the woods’-- sam’s words,-- everything had slowed down. they had slowed down enough for you to visit the old woman next door, mrs. lakota. 

“ahh, y/n! you have finally come to visit me!” she exclaimed, ushering you inside. “where is your husband? has he left you at home alone again?” again? what was she talking about? “what do you mean again, mrs. lakota?” you nervously laughed, sitting down in one of the armchairs in the living room. “you two always leave the house at separate times and always look so angry with each other! and don’t think i don’t see you sleeping on the couch, young lady.” she pointed at you, waving a finger in your face. she had seen all of that? 

“we’re not angry all the time, we just.. agree to disagree. and we’re fine. i just don’t like the way the mattress feels.” you lied. no, you were scared that if you did manage to get close enough with him to start sleeping in the same bed that you would freeze him to death. you didn’t want him to get any closer than you two were on track to becoming. 

“i know a lie when i see one, ukochany. but keep lying to yourself and see where it gets you.” she sighed, waving you off. you watched and listened as she bumbled about the kitchen, grabbing things and mixing up a concoction of drinks. of course she was a day drinker. 

while mrs. lakota was feeding you borderline illegal amounts of alcohol, bucky was trying to think of what hydra could possibly want in poland. a base underneath a town or a city was a stunt they would pull in america, not in europe. to top it off, hydra hadn’t been active for the past two years. either they had been sent on a wild goose chase, or someone was trying to revive hydra. despite how much he wanted to go investigate, he knew he couldn’t make the same mistake you did the night prior. by this point, you had been gone for hours, and hadn’t even checked in with him. freshening up, bucky decided to head over to the neighbors house and see just what was keeping you so long. 

he wished he hadn’t stepped out of the house.

as soon as the old woman opened the door, he found you curled up in an arm chair. your pupils were dilated, and he didn’t think he’d ever heard you giggle this much. it made something flutter in his chest that he didn’t want to acknowledge. just as he was about to scoop you up and carry you home to scold you, the old woman he felt was the devil incarnate spotted him from the connected kitchen. “so you finally decided to tell your husband to say hi?!” she exclaimed, waddling over to him. awkwardly, he flashed her a smile, grabbing onto your hand. he thanked the gods above that it was cold enough for him to wear gloves. “i just stopped by to bring her back home.. we have an early morning tomorrow, and she doesn’t do good with anymore than one drink.” he spoke. bad move on his end, since you found that statement to be particularly offensive as he helped you to your feet. “hey!” 

“hay is for horses,” he murmured, effectively shutting you up as he directed his attention back to the judgy old woman in front of him. “you better not be breaking her heart, mister mysterious. i want you two over for dinner to make sure she didn’t choose the wrong man!” 

“dinner?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising. “yes, dinner! whenever you two can fit this lonely old woman into your supposedly busy schedules.” she huffed, waddling back into the kitchen. he grunted and looked down, feeling your cheek press into his sweater. he could feel your body temperature dropping as you fell asleep. “we’ll be seeing you, mrs. lakota. thank you for taking care of her.” he sighed, watching the old woman down a glass of alcohol as he backed out of the door. 

he carried you back into the house, taking your shoes off before bringing you to the bedroom. he laid you down, unsure of whether or not he should offer to grab you some pajamas. deciding on not wanting to invade your privacy, bucky covered you up and went to walk away when you grabbed his hand. his flesh hand. your skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast against his warm and ever so slightly clammy skin. 

“stay,” you murmured, tugging him back towards the bed, “you’re warm. like a bear in the winter.” your voice was soft, your eyes peeking open at him as he stood over you. sighing, he relented and let go to change into a shirt and sweatpants before climbing into bed next to you. that was the first since regaining his past memories, he slept soundlessly.

[fictionfromthevoid]

One-shot | Sherlock x platonic!reader - comforting him when he has a panic attack

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: You, Sherlock's best friend since childhood, went to investigate the Baskerville case with him and Watson. When he has that panic attack after being exposed to the drugs and seeing the dog you are there to comfort him.

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You quickly walked down the old stairs of the inn, nearly tripping over your own feet. You had planned to meet with Sherlock and John in the dining room but were now rather late. You had taken a shower and had forgotten the time while getting ready and so you were in a bit of a hurry as to not let your friends wait even longer.

As you approached the door leading to the small dining room, an angry-looking John just stormed out. "What happe-" you began but he cut you off by raising his hand and running past you.

Confused you entered the small cosy dining room. When you looked around you saw Sherlock's dark curls peeking out from a big armchair in front of the fireplace. You smiled and approached the empty armchair next to his where John must have sat only moments ago as it still vaguely smelled of his cologne as you sat down.

"Hey, Sherlock" You greeted your friend, but the moment you laid eyes on him your smile dropped. He clearly wasn't alright. His hands were shaking, he was nervously checking out the room every few seconds with bloodshot eyes that you could tell were on the verge of tears.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" You now sat on the edge of your seat, leaning forward to be closer to your friend.

"I'm fine" he hissed and took a sip from his drink. His other hand frantically tapping on the armrest of his chair.

OH , you thought, fidgeting, alcohol (which he should not drink as a clean drug addict), the eyes, that's a panic attack

You moved your armchair closer to Sherlock's making sure to do so as quietly as possible as to not draw any further attention to him. During this whole process, he didn't even look at you.

When you sat back down you took both of his shaking hands in yours.

"Do you want to go outside? Get some fresh air?" you asked

A half-shouted "NO" was the answer you got. "Alright. Alright. We stay right here. I'm here with you. It's gonna be alright." you said while your thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hands.

You had seen Sherlock in situations like this before. Usually, he needed a quiet place a tight hug and someone to breathe through the panic attack with him, but especially the first two things were quite hard to manage when he wouldn't leave this armchair. Why did he go in this crowded room in the first place? Was he afraid to be alone?

"No it's not gonna be alright" he snapped at you "You don't understand"

"Then explain it to me" you responded softly

"I-" his voice broke. He looked away, shifting uncomfortably as you saw him fighting to keep his emotions in.

"Hey, it's alright. We're gonna do this together. OK?" you quickly interjected. "Close your eyes. I'm here. I'll keep you safe." He did as you told him but squeezed your hand a bit tighter.

"Now breathe with me. In: 1...2...3...4. Hold: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7 And out: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8 Ok now, the man in the right corner what is he wearing? You saw him when you walked in. Do you remember it?"

If he had been feeling better you would have earned an arrogant comment like "Pah, of course I remember! And you say you know me!" But today you simply got a precise account of that guy's clothes.

"Good. Now what's his Job?" Again your question was answered promptly followed by all the details that lead to his conclusion.

"What else do you see?" You repeated this process for nearly every guest in the dining room, taking time for the breathing exercise in between. Slowly you could feel Sherlock's grip on your hands loosening. His facial muscles were relaxing too.

At last, he had calmed down enough to open his eyes again. You smiled at him "Better?" He nodded.

"Want to tell me what's wrong now?"

He exhaled deeply and reached for his glass only to find that you had put it out of reach while his eyes were closed.

"I saw it," he stated, voice shaking. "I saw the hound, even tho every ounce of reason in me tells me I could not have. It was gigantic and glowing and..." he didn't finish his sentence.

"Scary?" you suggested, squeezing his hand a little tighter. He avoided your gaze but returned the squeeze of hands.

His eyes flipped across the room checking if people were looking.

"You sure you want to stay here?" you asked softly

He shook his head.

"Alright. C'mon, we're going somewhere else" You smiled as you got up.

He followed you, clinging to your hand as if his life depended on it. The two of you found a sofa in a quiet part of the inn shielded from prying eyes. You both sat down, you taking both of his hands into yours again, sitting on the sofa in a way that you were facing him.

Voice and body still shaking he started talking again:

"Except for when I was high, my senses were the one thing I could always trust. I could always rely on what I was seeing. My method, my deductions, everything is based on the certainty that what I'm seeing is the truth. But now, I can't even trust my own eyes anymore. What do I do now?" his voice was breaking, "John said I need to be rational about it, but I can't. Look at me, I'm terrified. My own body is betraying me."

Tears were sneaking their way out of his eyes, running down his face and leaving glistening paths on his cheeks. You let go of his hands and instead pulled him into a hug. He buried his face into your shoulder, his whole body shaking by now as he tried to stop crying.

"Hey, it's ok to be scared, and it's so ok to cry," you whispered in his ear while stroking his back. He just scoffed.

„Sherlock, we‘ve known each other since kindergarten“ you tried again running a hand trough his curls „I’ve seen you in states way worse than this. You don’t need to be ashamed of your emotions in front of me and you know that.“ you pressed a kiss to his head

"I—I'm not ashamed," he pressed out between shaky breaths. I'm—" he hesitated. "Afraid?" you offered. " And I don't know how to stop it," he whined. There's no reason this feeling persists, yet look at me." Between his words, he took deep, quick breaths to steady his shaky voice and quiet the sobs that were still escaping his lips.

"That's alright.", You hugged him a little tighter, " Maybe you can't stop it at the moment, maybe you can't rationalise this feeling away right now. I know that that itself is scary, but you are safe.", you pressed another kiss to his head,

"I'm here. I will protect you. The hound can't come here. Right now there's nothing that can hurt you. We are not in danger so it doesn't matter if your head isn't clear right now. Nothing bad will happen if you are not fully in control of your emotions. I promise."

He buried his face deeper into your shoulder, breathing still on the verge of hyperventilating. When you began running your fingers through his curls he relaxed a little. You could feel him ease into the hug with every minute passing.

You sat like this for a long time. When most of the other guests had gone up to their rooms and the staff was slowly turning off the lights you pulled out of the hug a bit, taking a look at your best friend. The panic attack was long gone, but the anxiety persisted. He was still shaky and dizzy.

"I don't feel good leaving you alone right now," you pondered. "Tch," he scoffed weakly. Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? You won't be alone, and if you have another panic attack, I'll be there. It'll be like a sleepover when we were children." You smiled. Sherlock just nodded, avoiding your gaze.

"Alright. C'mon," you said, pulling Sherlock up from the couch alongside you. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and taking his ice-cold hand into yours, you led Sherlock up to your room. During the short walk, you eyed him worriedly. He was way too scared for the situation. And nothing seemed to really help. Yes, you treated the symptoms of the panic attack, but the underlying fear persisted seemingly without cause. It reminded you of all the times Sherlock had shown up at your door, high to the moon, on drugs messing with his brain, trembling from anxiety and paranoia. But that was caused by drugs, not by some big 'scary' dog.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you reached the door to your room. You let both of you in and turned on the lights. On the way you had stopped at Sherlock's to pick up his pyjamas, which he was now changing into as you were getting ready to sleep in the adjacent bathroom.

When you came back you had your tablet in hand, BBC I player opened. "I thought we could watch something to fall asleep, something really boring to distract you from what's going on in your brain at the moment", you suggested. Sherlock's tense face lit up for a moment. "I'll watch everything but that documentary about ancient Roman concrete" he grinned "Oh get over it." you rolled your eyes "We were 8 and besides it was really interesting", "It wasn't and you made me watch it FIVE times." he scoffed, faking annoyance. "Yes because you always fell asleep", You chuckled, relieved to see your best friend more at ease.

"Alright alright, I'll pick something else" you shook your head. The two of you laid down, facing the tablet you had placed on the far end of the bed. When you reached over to press play, a documentary about the construction of the Gizeh pyramids started playing. "You really picked the most boring thing you could find, eh?" he rolled his eyes. You turned off the lights before you settled down under the covers, one arm loosely wrapped around Sherlock hoping to offer some comfort.

When you were sure that Sherlock was sound asleep you turned off the tablet and allowed your eyes to close as well.

[blue-sadie]

Unclaimed Omega

Obsessed Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader

Summary: Neteyam's yandere behavior finally getting the best of him

Warning: yandere character, dark thoughts, plans of kidnapping

Neteyam pov

The only light in this dreaded world was pulling away from me out of my grasp and I can't handle it, it feels like my lungs are about to collapse and my heart is about to break I can't let her escape I won't let her escape.

She was my childhood best friend and now she's become the only thing that keeps me going she's the sweetness to my heart, my pride and joy and no one except me can have her.

But she is to sweet and naive to realize the people around her are leeches and the only one she needs is me, I am her one and only, the person who will love and cherish her for the rest of her life.

"Neteyam" I snapped out my daze as I heard her sweet and angelic voice call out to me "your bleeding" she murmured walking over to me and grabbing my bleeding hands "oh I was just was lost in train of thought and must have cut myself" I shrugged and smiled as she started rumbling on about me taking care of myself.

"Maybe you should help me" I said grinning as I saw her blush "i-i have to go" she stuttered and before I could speak she ran out and my heart burned with desire as I watched her hips sway with each step.

But anger filled me why would she ever want to run away from me her alpha the only who can take care of her in this god forsaken world and soon I'm gonna make her realize it.

I looked down at my hand smiling as I saw the clean wound she's such a good omega, I quickly wrapped it and went out to find her in the village since it was close to eclipse and the festival was about to start.

I weaved through the crowd looking for her and when I did i let out a threatening growl, tulwari my biggest rival hand his arm wrapped around her waist and she was letting out uncomfortable pheromones but he wasn't taking the hint.

"Let her out" I growled gaining the attention of the people standing around us "I don't think I will" he chuckled bring her closer into him and snapping at her when she tried to get a way "tulwari I am warning let her go" I hissed and when he just laughed I lunged at him careful not to hit yn in the process.

As I hit him in the face he pushed yn to the floor but I just carried on punching and kicking him to the floor ignoring his pleads of mercy it was only till I heard yn whimper I realized I went to far, he was almost unrecognizable with all the blood.

I shook my head getting all the thoughts of murder out my mind and turned picking yn up and walking through the speechless crowld and took her to my family's tent and put her on my bed she was shivering in fear and I got her a glass of water and put in a special powder to make her sleep.

If I was gonna make her mine tonight's the night "here drink this" i murmured handing her the cup and i watched attentively making sure she drank every last drop "thank you nete" she whispered as her eyes started to close and she yawned tiredly i smiled my heart feeling fuzzy she is so cute.

She cuddle into herself as she feel asleep and i gently caressed her face pushing back some of her hair "your mine" i said and carefully picked her up and sneaking out the back entrance so no one would follow me.

I walked farther and farther into forest every so often i glanced down at her peaceful face as she let out soft snores she was beautiful "here we are" i said as i came to the hut i built for our family, i gently layed her down in the bed and tied her limbs to the posts.

"Your mine forever"

[sol-consort]

I’m obsessed with the idea of being the only human on an all alien ship.

Sure aliens do see a lot of humans on the streets in the Citadel, but those are strangers, even staring at them for too long is considered a rude gesture. Most aliens never get the chance to get closer to a human, let alone interact with them anywhere that's not public space.

Being on a ship is more intimate, living in close proximity with others amidst a metal tube floating in space just enforces that intimacy.

Humans are social creatures by nature, much like we need sunlight, without it we wither and spiral into depressive moods. We need some form of interactions, loneliness is deadly to us.

So imagine how these aliens must feel when after so many years of only seeing the humankind as strangers—a mystery so close by yet so out of reach, a species that speedran joining the citadel and fully acclimated to the space life at such a fast pace, barely anyone got to know or discover much about them and next thing you know, they get their own seat in the council.

And now, there's a whole human living in the room next to them. This shiny new thing, eager to talk and socialise. Suddenly, they're face to face with the object of their intrigue. They have a million questions for you, eyes following you when you're not looking, unconsciously tracing your features as you talk to them, a pause in there speech once they feel your soft skin against their own after you accidentally brushed against them.

A turian who treads cautiously around you, unsure of just where you stand when it comes to the first-contact war, knowing that many humans still aren't over it.

He tries to keep his distance as not to make you uncomfortable. But by the spirits, human, you just make it impossible to stay away.

Offering him a polite hello as he steps into the ship joined kitchen, you're sitting on the counter stirring a cup of some...warm liquid? He assumes based on the mist dissipating into air.

A slight swing to your bare legs, courtesy of the pyjama shorts you started feeling comfortable enough to wear around—he tries not to gawk at your thighs. Why do they look so squishy exactly? A passing thought of how his claws would feel digging into them, he quickly forces it away alongside his gaze.

Your eyes are on him; he can feel their heat. Human eyes aren't exactly subtle with your white sclera—unlike the turians dark ones. He accurately guesses your line of sight from a mile away.

Turian brains simply can't ignore it even if they tried to, you're constantly triggering a primal instinct deep within them, a siren going off telling them that they're being watched by what very possibly could be a predetor.

The human tendency to smile with their teeth doesn't make this any easier either. How could such teeth be hidden by something so soft and plump? Lips...he thinks they were called. And to think just your saliva is enough to send him to the hospital, yet you're sharing the same kitchen as him.

You talk casually with him, sipping on your drink occasionally. He almost forgets what he came to the kitchen for...oh right, food.

Humans are hard to read, to tell apart their sarcasm and rhetorics from sincerity. The many colourful expressions, he's still not over the last time you loudly announced, "Oh bite me!" after accidentally dropping your fork.

It wasn't an invitation, apparently, just an expression of frustration...not that he was thinking about it or anything! Nope, nah.

He is especially not thinking about it right now, considering the way your shirt is falling to the side, collar almost slipping off your shoulder. Exposing your whole bare neck and collarbone to him, a tantalising view that he has to peel his eyes away from.

You've kindly indulged him in the past, humouring the rest of the crew's curiosity that they couldn't keep contained for longer than a couple days after finally being in such close proximity with a human.

The only human on this ship.

He never stood close enough to one to smell their scent before, let alone the fact that your room just happened to be directly next to his, a thin platinum wall separating the two of you.

You're not aware of it, how you smell to him. Maybe it's the fact humans can get away with wearing such little clothes in space without side effects that your scent in particular stands out the most amidst all the other species.

The colour of your blood is another thing that he overlooked before. When you yawned, licked your lips or anything that involved opening your mouth, he never expected the colour of your tongue to be a reddish pink, for the wall lining and your gums to be a similar yet deeper shade of red.

It seemed so obvious in hindsight, but seeing it with his own eyes was another experience entirely.

Humans are very receptive to touch, he observed. The way you leaned into the asari touch when she massaged the nape of your neck, her hand firmly squeezing the knots out.

The way you had no qualms about one or two of the Hanar tentacles wrapping around your forearm, intertwining the thin end with your fingers, enjoying the pulsing colours within the soft jelly-fish like flesh, a pale pink/light purple gradient.

lowering your head onto the krogans legs so nonchalantly while watching tv, barely registering the way his entire body stiffened.

Welcoming all of the salarian's curious touches, studying your features, plucking a strand from your hair to analyse later. Lounging on his lap while listening to his long speeches and info dumps, even if it's a subject completely out of your field of knowledge, you seem content.

It's so easy to forget how all of these situations are normal bonding moments between close humans.

Everything ranging from playfighting with the drell only to end up pinned to the couch while giggling, to exaggerated proclamations of marriage proposals to the quarian who let you have half of the chocolate bar his family sent him by mail.

...the turian really wants to join, he sees you mingling with everyone without a care in the world for them being a different species. All the research he made about humans—the many search histories he had to delete, the booke he read, the articles, the videos he watched.

So why can't he bring himself to do it? How is it fair that you'd pepper the asari with soft cheek kisses if she simply asked for it, but he cannot even manage to look you in the eye for more than 5 seconds because he feel your gaze tracing the facepaint on his plates, the memory of you commenting on how beautiful it is in your literal first meeting still haunts his mind to this day.

[xoxodropletsneedsmorefanfics]

Soon to be Wedded | Jeremy King x Reader

Short-ish fic inspired by me wishing Jeremy could’ve brought JB as his date at Cove and MC’s wedding (I know it probably would’ve been too difficult, but still)

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE WEDDING DLC!!!

“Oooh, I can’t believe we’re really here. Look at this place!” You squeal in awe, admiring the wedding decorations combined with redwood trees. Jeremy follows closely behind you, his shoulder scrunched in show of his discomfort. “Mm, it’s nice…I guess.” He sighs, he glares at you when you nudge him with your elbow. “Ha! Wow, you’re actually giving out a compliment? Huh, you must like these guys a lot. I can’t wait to meet ‘em.” You tease.

Jeremy rolls his eyes and instinctively shoos your arm away from him with a groan. “…Why did I bring you along again?” He sighs “Becaaaaause, you’d be unable to handle a social setting as big as a wedding without me.” You state. “More like you were acting like us being apart for a weekend was the end of the world.” Jeremy scoffs, one side of his mouth turning upward into a smirk. You let out a soft hum in response, “But it is the end of the world!” You gasp.

“No it isn’t.” Jeremy says bluntly “It is! How can I be happy without my precious Jerebear somewhere nearby? You are my world!” You whine truthfully. Jeremy cringes, his pale cheeks burning red. “…Gross.” He groans, you only grin at his reaction as you approach the wedding planner. “Ah! You must be Jeremy. And is this your plus one?” Baxter asks with a polite smile, taking in the two of you.

“Yep.” Jeremy says dryly “I’m his girlfriend.” You add confidently. “You didn’t need to tell him that.” Jeremy sighs, staring at the ground. “After how hard I worked to keep this relationship going? I should make us wear T-shirts. Or, who knows, this wedding might be the push I need to get the ball rolling for our future wedding.” You snort, Jeremy just glares at you in annoyance. Baxter watches the two of you, his smile unwavering. “Well, if you ever need a wedding planner I’m available.” He tell you, “Please. Don’t encourage her,” Jeremy sighs, shifting uncomfortably with a blush “Can we take our seats now?” “Yes, of course. You two are seating over there, second row.” Baxter says, not wanting to make Jeremy more uncomfortable.

“Great. Come on.” Jeremy says “Go on, without me. I need to get Mr. Wedding Planner’s number-” Jeremy grabs you by the hand and drag you away from Baxter without another word. He knows you’ll put up less of a fight because him touching—let alone holding your hand is super rare.

……

“—Cove…thank you for always being there. I want to thank you for…everything.”

Jeremy watches the scene with a blank expression, only reacting when he hears a sniff beside him. He looks at you knowingly, “…Seriously? You don’t even know these people.” He sighs with a quiet voice as he turns his attention to you “I know. But they just seem so pure. It’s adorable.” You whisper back, tears pricking your eyes. Jeremy stares at you with a dumbfounded frown, but eventually force himself to return his gaze to the actual focus of the wedding.

…

Jeremy sips his drink, quietly listening to you ramble on about how nice the wedding was and how groovy it is to have the reception in an aquarium of all places. “I hope you’re taking notes, Jerebear. I’m hoping we have our wedding at the archery range.” You state, Jeremy frowns at the thought, “That’s awful…” He groans “You’re not gonna ask why?” You huff.

“I don’t need to know the reason. I already know it’s gonna be stupid, cheesy, and pointless…” Jeremy grumbles, but that doesn’t stop you from telling him anyway, “It’s because the archery range was where you first said you lov-” “Ugggggh.” Jeremy groans, dropping his head into his arm. “I should’ve left you at home…” He sighs, “Love you too, Jerebear~” You snicker, making the poor boy’s eyes widen even more than before. He sighs with a blush spreading all over his face.

Out the corner of his eye, he sees Cove and MC approaching. Jeremy sits up with an exaggerated sigh, eyeing the couple awkwardly, secretly hoping they didn’t hear any of this conversation. The pair greet the two of you with matching smiles of admiration and curiosity. Jeremy awkwardly stands to be closer to the couple and further from your flirting. Cove speaks first, “You came!” He says happily, his blue eyes lighting up. Jeremy’s tired pout remains, “Happy wedding, you insane people. Why did you invite me to this?” He asks.

You watch in amusement as MC smiles kindly, “Because we wanted you here. Thank you for coming. And thank you for actually bringing a plus one. We were hoping to either meet your girlfriend or Pran.” They chuckle. Jeremy shifts uncomfortably before MC pulls Jeremy into a hug. His shoulders tense and his eyes are wider than ever, “Let me go.” He hisses out, his cheeks becoming an intense red. MC smiles apologetically, “I’m sorry. Are you ok?” They asks. Once he calms down, Jeremy only sulks more, “Whateveeeer…” He sighs. Cove smiles, the two of you make eye contact. Suddenly his familiar smile drops into one of curiosity and amazement “O-oh! You’re Jeremy’s girlfriend, right?” He asks. “That’s right. I’m Jeremy’s other half,” You say with a toothy grin that Jeremy knows far too well “Glad to know he talks about me.”

“Yep, still forcing him to be happy?” MC asks jokingly, “Pfft! Yeah, it’s my favorite past time.” You laugh. Jeremy rolls his eyes, opting to pay attention to anything other than you and MC’s conversation. Cove turns to him joyfully, “Thanks so much for coming. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.” He states. Jeremy scoffs, “True. It would’ve been better.” “Well, it’s nice of you to want to come and share the suffering.” Cove chuckles, earning a smirk from Jeremy.

“Misery loves company.” He teases dryly, Jeremy raises an eyebrow at the sight of MC giving you a number. He sighs knowingly and shakes his head. Jeremy gazes over the wedding once again, taking in the reception. Cove soon joins you and MC in the rambling about your lives and relationships. “I guess this is one of the better functions I’ve been too.” Jeremy sighs. Despite his quiet voice, he catches everyone’s attention. “Better than our prom?” You ask, Jeremy rolls his eyes “Anything is better than that.” He smirks. “Scum. Heartless scum.” You huff.

Meanwhile, MC and Cove look at Jeremy in shock, “You’re saying something nice about our wedding?!” Cove squeaks out in surprise, the noise almost makes you laugh. “It’s not earth shattering.” Jeremy says “Pfft! Yeah, right. If I look outside, will pigs be flying.” You joke, Jeremy shoots an annoyed look your way. “I appreciate that, Jeremy.” MC says sweetly, Jeremy looks away in discomfort. A sharp gasp is heard a distance away.

“You guys are here too?! That’s so cool!”

You look over your shoulder to spot Shiloh approaching, Jeremy does the same—he frowns in pure disgust. “Shiloh? What the hell are you doing here?” You ask once he’s close enough, “Ah, right. Jeremy wouldn’t have told you. The three of us are childhood friends.” Shiloh says happily, he gestures to Cove and MC. “Huh, small world.” You say, Jeremy glares silently at Shiloh.

Shiloh stands in between you and Jeremy, “Hi.” He greets, now that he’s fully apart of the mini reunion, “Hello hello, Shiloh. Glad to see you’re still a suck up. How that’s working how for you now?” You hum. Jeremy responds before Shiloh does, “Couldn’t this have waited until that terrible ‘group reunion’ I’m certain we’re gonna have to go in six years or whatever?” Jeremy sighs. “What?!” You and Shiloh share disapproving shrieks, MC and Cove watch the scene with matching smiles.

“Come one! Once group mates, always group mates.” You whine “She’s right.” Shiloh unsurprisingly agrees with you, “We shouldn’t hold off for that. If there’s a chance to hang out, we’ve gotta take it!” He urges. Jeremy groans, “Of course that’s your perspective on things. Life is an endless series of disappointments.” He sighs through grit teeth. Cove smile drops into a look of concern, you wrap an arm around Jeremy’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about Jerebear. He’s always like this. This is your wedding, focus on that happiness and ignore Mr. Grumpy.” You tell Cove confidently. Shiloh nods, “Yeah! And at least there’s free cake. That’ll be something, right?” He adds. Jeremy’s annoyance turns into shock, the two of you stare at Shiloh in surprise. He only chuckles and turns to Cove and MC, “Jeremy has a soft spot for baked goods. He’s probably excited about it.” He tells them. “Really?! I feel the same way!” Cove says happily.

You grin and raise a confused eyebrow, “How’d you figure that out?” You ask curiously. But again, Jeremy doesn’t give him a chance to answer, “Why do you remember that? We haven’t spoken in years. Shouldn’t you focus your efforts on remembering dumb things about her?” He groans gesturing to you. Shiloh giggles, “I’d never forget anything about either of you, Jeremy.” He states. Jeremy cringes and you laugh, “Yep. You’re definitely still Shiloh.” You say “Of course! Who else would I be?” Shiloh asks with a bright smile.

“Someone better maybe? Or at least someone less grating about how unpleasant they are.” Jeremy sighs, Shiloh’s chipper mood doesn’t fade, “Nope. I’m just me. The three of us should catch up! Let’s get drinks.” He says. Jeremy finally realizes your arm’s still around him and he shrugs you off. You pout, “That sounds like a terrible idea.” Jeremy sighs, he grabs your hand and nods goodbye to Cove and MC before he pulls you to the bar with Shiloh trailing eagerly behind. “Bye! Congratulations!” Shiloh shouts to the couple. The couple shouts goodbyes back.

…

You rest your head on your palm, watching Baxter announce the bouquet toss. “Oooh, Jeremy! You should join.” You giggle, elbowing him gently. Jeremy nudges you away from him “Uh, why would I do something as pointless as that?” He asks. “Because it’s fuuuuun! And you gotta get that bouquet! Fight for our future wedding!” You squeal. Jeremy cringes, “That’s a terrible reason…” He groans “Besides, it’s not even guaranteed I’ll catch it.”

You shake Jeremy and whine, “Just try! I’m just gonna keep bugging you until you do!” Jeremy glares at you, but ends up standing up. He stands on the outskirts of the already forming group, Jeremy ignores your cheers of support and begrudgingly holds his arms out. “Excellent. The bouquet toss begins—now!” Baxter announces. Everyone watches MC closely. MC fires a quick trick shot towards the crowd, many scramble to try to catch the bouquet of poppies, but the only person who remained still was the one to catch them.

Jeremy frowns miserably when the bouquet perfectly lands in his arms. He does his best to keep the bouquet as far as he can from his body. Jeremy looks over his shoulder to lock eyes with you, a wide grin is on your face. “Don’t you even start.” He says in disgust, you blow him a kiss and Jeremy cringes more..

“Stunning work from our winner: Jeremy!” Baxter chuckles into a mic. “Congratulations on your future wedding!” MC giggles, Jeremy glares at them while you enthusiastically shout back a “Thanks!” The other guest laugh and let out chuckles of their own. Jeremy miserably huffs and returns to his seat. “Pfft! I can’t wait to tell your parents the good news.” You tease, Jeremy rolls his eyes “I’m sure they won’t be happy to hear that I dumped you at someone else’s wedding.” He scoffs. You stick your tongue out at him and giggle.

…

Jeremy silently places the bouquet on the hotel’s dresser. He glances at you as you work to blow up the air mattress, it was the only way Jeremy was going to sleep in a hotel and he wasn’t going to change his mind. At least you were able to convince him to spring for a king size air mattress the two of you could share.

“…I’m glad I got to meet your other friends, Jerebear. It makes me happy to know there are other people who know how much of a treasure you are.” You coo, “Stop hanging out with my mom.” Jeremy sighs. “Never. She’s basically my future mother in law.” You snicker, you gently poke the air mattress, “It’s done.” You announce. You stretch your arms, “Who gets the shower first?” You ask, there’s only a brief moment of silence before you quickly add “Ooh, we should take one tog-” “No!” Jeremy said firmly.

“Come on! It’s not like it’d be the first time.” You huff, Jeremy removes his shoes and leaves them by his suit case. “It’s hard enough I have to use a dirty hotel shower. Having you join would definitely kill me.” He sighs, pulling out the blankets he brought, “I’m sure the showering together wouldn’t be the only hard part.” You joke, wiggling your eyebrows, Jeremy throws the blanket over your head. “You’re just mad I’m funny!” You laugh, Jeremy walks to the bathroom with a disgusted look. He shuts the door, the last thing he hears is your growing laughter.

“Together for life, Jerebear! In sickness in health! Ooh, that reminds me. I gotta text Pran the great news~”

[coldfanbou]

Breeding Bull

Here's the Sohee piece; sorry it's a bit late. So here we have the tale of a cheating wife trying to get pregnant through any means necessary. Well, you can probably figure that out when you read it. Anyway, there is cheating and breeding.

Length 1.8K

Sohee x Mreader

You wait at the door of your new neighbor's apartment. They had invited you over for a meal sometime after they moved in, and you found it difficult to refuse. The woman, Sohee, had kept pushing you to come over. She would only leave once you agreed. The door opens for you, and Sohee stands there with a giant grin plastered on her face. You try to seem happy about being there. "Hi, Sohee; nice to see you again."  She immediately takes your hand and pulls you inside.

"It’s nice to have you over. Follow me." Sohee leads you to the dining room, never letting you go. She turns to you, "I hope you'll like the meal. I've been working on it all day." As you reach the dining room, Sohee puts you in your seat before heading to the kitchen. You sit there looking around the room. Sohee had already set out utensils, and the place was spotless. She had spent what must have been hours cleaning. Your fingers run along the dinner table before you begin nervously tapping on it. Her husband walks in from another door; he looks shocked at seeing you sitting there. 

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" He asks.

"I'm your neighbor." You say with some skepticism. He should know that. Sohee had mentioned that her husband recommended inviting you over. "...I was invited here by Sohee."

"Sohee never told me about this." He states before heading to the kitchen. You can't hear the conversation, and a long time passes before the man returns. He takes a seat at the table, looking incredibly angry. The tension in the room makes the situation uncomfortable. You keep your head down while you wait. Eventually, Sohee returns carrying the food she has cooked. She places the plates of food in front of both of you before returning to the kitchen. She repeats this process until many dishes cover the table. At the very end, Sohee brings out two bottles of wine, one much larger than the other. 

She hands her husband a glass before grabbing the smaller of the two bottles. "Here, honey, let me pour you a drink." She says as she pours a large amount of the alcohol for him. He remains silent, shifting the wine in his glass before drinking it all in one swift motion. He grumbles something before beginning to eat. Sohee pouts, "Can't you say something? I gave you the better wine." He remains silent. Sohee places the small bottle on the table and picks up the larger one pouring you both a glass. She hands you your glass before taking her seat at the table; you take a swig of the wine, eventually drinking a few glasses. The feeling of the room is a mix of frustration and infatuation as Sohee watches you carefully. Her husband continues munching on his food, and you and her begin soon after. As you eat, you feel something touching your crotch; as you glance across the table, Sohee hides her mischievous smile from her husband. Her foot slowly moves up and down the length of your half-hardened cock. You glance at her husband, his head in his hands; it looks like he's struggling. As your gaze returns to Sohee, she puts a finger to her lips and winks at you. 

"Just enjoy," she mouths. Sohee continues to eat, bringing a spoonful of rice to her mouth. Her pink lips close around the end of the spoon, and you watch her slowly pull it out of her mouth. Her tongue sneaks its way out of her mouth as it rubs against the bottom of the spoon. All of her actions seem sexually charged now; they all work to arouse you. She smiles as you watch her. Her foot continues to rub your cock as you watch her sensually eat.  A sudden thud on the table distracts you. Sohee's husband is on the table, unconscious. He had collapsed on the table; he was still breathing, from what you could tell. The next thing you know, Sohee is at your side.

She leans over, her hand over your clothed bulge. "Don't worry about him. He's just a lightweight; the smallest bit of alcohol will do that to him. Why don't you come with me? I can take care of your little friend here." Sohee latches onto your arm and pulls you up. "Let's get to my bedroom. I'll even slip into something more comfortable for you." You don't resist; you're becoming entranced by Sohee. Her soft breasts press against your arm as you walk toward her bedroom. Once you get to her bed, she heads to the bathroom, saying, "Why don't you get comfortable too? I'll be right back." You follow along, taking off your clothes before lying on the bed.

When Sohee returns, she's wearing only a sheer nightgown. It's a very light blue and shows off every part of her body. Her small buds stand erect, and her nether region is completely smooth and shaven. Still standing in the doorway, she turns to the side, allowing you a view of her shapely ass. She giggles, "Liking what you see?" She asks as she slowly walks toward you. 

"You look amazing." That’s all you can get out as you stare at her body. How you couldn't recognize her beauty earlier is a complete mystery to you. As she gets closer, you notice her thighs glistening as her juices run down her legs. 

"I don't think I can wait any longer," Sohee says as she crawls onto the bed. She climbs over you until your cock rubs against her lower lips. She's kneeling over your cock; Sohee grasps your cock and runs the head between her folds. Her juices coat your cock as they drip down from her slit. Sohee's moans flood your ears as she grinds on the tip of your cock for what seems like forever. In reality, it was only a few seconds. Sohee sinks down on your cock. Her pussy welcomes you, caressing every part of your cock as she takes more of you in. You both moan, the feeling driving you wild.

When Sohee's buried your cock inside her, you can't help but start thrusting, giving her no chance to adjust. You reach for her ass and squeeze the soft flesh. Your grip tightens as you slam Sohee down on your cock. She holds onto your arms as you use her. "Yes! Give me your cock!" She shouts before her body collapses on top of you. She forces a kiss upon you, her tongue desperately trying to break past your lips. "I've wanted you for so long." She moans. You feel her walls tighten around your cock, squeezing you with great force. "I've wanted this cock for so long, and you didn't even know." Sohee's tight body twitches as she bounces quickly on your cock. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" She screams. 

Sohee grabs your head and pulls on your hair as she cums on you. Her back arches, and she throws her head back. "Oh fuck," She groans as you continue your thrusts. You feel your orgasm coming as you drive your cock deeper into her, a bulge where your cock is, is apparent. Your thrusts continue, and you hold onto Sohee's hips as you slam her down. "Cum inside me. Breed me, get me pregnant with your baby!" She yells as she drops herself on your cock. Your throbbing cock releases wave upon wave of sperm into Sohee's awaiting womb. She drops her upper body on top of yours, wrapping her arms around your head. "Your cum is so hot, and you pumped so much into me." She whispers into your ear. "I'll definitely get pregnant; I can feel your sperm swimming in me." Sohee's words in her breathy voice arouse you, and your cock hardens in her.

She climbs off you and turns around, "You liked touching my ass; why don't you fuck me from behind." Sohee raises her ass into the air, shaking it to taunt you into fucking her again. You couldn't resist; grabbing it earlier made you want it more. 

You position yourself behind Sohee; your hand runs across her ass before you spank her once. She yelps from the hit, "Fuck me, and you can play with my ass as much as you'd like." At those words, you ready your cock, impaling Sohee's cunt with it. In one smooth motion, you're once again buried inside her. Your cum provides the perfect lubrication as you thrust like a madman. You dig your hands into Sohee's ass while thrusting into her tight pussy. Sohee arcs her back further, allowing you to push deeper. Her moans grow louder, and she clings to the bed sheets as you send your cock crashing into her womb. You repeatedly spank her ass, turning it a bright red. The soft flesh feels great when you choose to grope it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sohee chants as she cums again. Her head falls to the side as she weakly moans for you to cum inside her again. "More, please fill me again." 

You lean beside her, "You'll have my baby." 

"I'll have your baby; just give me more," she responds. Her body is nearly limp as you drive your cock back into her. Feeling your orgasm building, you pull back Sohee's arms and pump your cock into her petite body with the speed of a piston. Drool spills from Sohee's mouth as she begs for you to cum. As you cum you force your cock as deep as you can. Her small body struggles to contain it all, spilling out of her used pussy. Releasing her arms, she drops onto the bed. When you pull out your cum flows out of her like a river. You fall to her side and immediately fall asleep.

The following day you wake up in your room. You look around, wondering how you got there. On your nightstand, you find a note. "Thanks for last night, hun." She signs off with a heart. You see her every so often when she passes by. She'll usually give you a small wave and a knowing wink.

Months later, you see her walking around the neighborhood with her belly now sufficiently swollen. She looks around before coming up to you. She whispers into your ear, "I hope you know this baby is yours." She takes your hand and rubs her belly with it. "It’s all yours, but don't worry. I won't tell anyone. My husband thinks it's his. He doesn't remember that night." Her hand leaves you as she reaches for your cock. "If you want, we could always have sex again, even if I am pregnant." A twisted smile on her face. She looks into your eyes. "Or do you want to wait until I've given birth so you can pump another baby into me? We could have another dinner party." Seeing that you weren't going to answer, she cups your cheek. "You don't have to answer now; just let me in when I visit you later." With that, she walks away, holding onto her belly.

[valscigarette]

Summary: Vox and Val's first time (Drugstore!AU)

Tags: Vox/Val, Smut, Top!Vox, Power Bottom!Val, Dubious Consent, Power Plays, Xeno

DM me for more detailed warnings!

WC: 3.1k | AO3

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The private room is cleaner than Vox expected. Besides a small circular stage, not unlike the featured tables of the main club, the space contains a black leather couch and a well-stocked minibar Vox immediately ransacks for bourbon. He doesn’t know what he’s doing here. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, because a strip club is so far from his comfort zone that he feels freshly dead again, and Val’s hand on the small of his back burns closer to affection than the power play he rationally knows it to be.

Briefly, Vox considers that his drink was spiked. That must be it; he can’t explain why else he agreed to follow Val back here.

“You’re so fucking tense,” Val accuses, reaching around Vox to lift a bottle of off-label whiskey. “Loosen up a little.”

He takes the drink from Val and fumbles the cap off with trembling hands. “What are we doing?”

“Sharing a drink?” Val covers Vox’s hand with his own on the bottle, raising it toward his screen. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

It would be the second, however, and the memory of their shared night in Vox’s studio apartment makes bile rise in the back of his throat. He’s used to Val coming to the store looking like a well-loved chew toy, but that morning had been different. He was bloody, more so than usual, with tears in his wings and a jaw so swollen with missing teeth that his speech was unintelligible. Vox had closed up the shop, claiming sudden sickness, and squirreled Val home because it was the safest place he could think of. All day, they drank together–Val mostly spilling it down his chest–and when Vox woke up splayed out on top of Val in the morning, he’d received a sleepy kiss to the side of his screen and a wandering hand caressing his waist. For a split second, it was nice. Then Vox remembered who Val was, kicked him out, and swore to himself he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Don’t you have customers? People who’ll pay to drink with you?” Vox asks, flexing his fingers beneath Val’s iron grip.

Val hums as his lower set of hands latch onto Vox’s waist. “I’d rather spend time with you.”

In another universe, one where Val doesn’t sell himself like a magazine subscription and Vox doesn’t even have dignity left to lose, perhaps Vox might have believed him. But he knows Val by now, as much as he can know someone he sees for ten minutes twice a week, and to believe he’d prefer Vox’s broke company than that of a paying client is idiocy at best. There has to be something he wants, and not knowing what is nerve wracking. For all he plays the bimbo, there’s a calculating coldness behind Val’s eyes that Vox knows better than to trust.

“Uh, why?”

“Do I need a reason?” Val coos, stepping back toward the couch. “Can’t I just, ah,” he sighs dramatically as he sits, pulling Vox into his lap in the process, “enjoy a drink with my friend?”

Vox tries to get up, but one of Val’s arms loops around his stomach like a vice, trapping him in place. “This doesn’t feel friendly, Val.”

“Are you sure?” Before Vox can answer, Val rolls his hips into Vox’s ass, letting him feel the bulge of his half-hard cock. “I’m giving you the friends and family discount: best fuck of your life, for the low price of letting me call the shots.” He pets one of Vox’s arms as he grinds against him again.

“Friends and family? What the fuck do you mean-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Something hot and wet suddenly curls around the sensitive synthetic flesh of his neck, not tightly enough to choke him, but uncomfortably intense when he hasn’t been touched there since he was a living man. It distracts him past the point of questioning it until it unwraps to trace a sloppy trail up the side of his screen. Then, once Vox can see a portion of it, he realizes it’s Val’s tongue.

“Val!” he yelps, pushing against the arm holding him in place. “Seriously?”

“Don’t be a wuss, it’s just a little spit,” Val says. He uses his free hands to nudge Vox’s legs apart, pulling them over his own thighs to hold them in place and keep Vox from shutting them again. “That’s better.” One of Val’s slender hands, the ones Vox has privately admired for months, cups him through his slacks and that’s somehow more embarrassing, more real, than being able to feel Val rutting against his ass. “Mmm, not bad,” he purrs against the side of Vox’s head, “I can work with this.”

Vox squirms trying to free himself, but the movement only draws a soft groan from Val that he feels vibrating against his back more than he hears. It should frighten him, or piss him off, or something, any reaction besides a heated thrill in his gut followed by a wave of shame so intense his screen rapidly cycles through solid RGB blocks. His heart, or whatever passes for one in his semi-mechanical body, beats faster than he knew it could, as if trying to outrun Valentino when the rest of him is still firmly trapped in his arms.

His head falls back against Val’s shoulder as he struggles to control his glitching enough to speak. “I’m n-not fucking gay.”

“No?” At that moment, Val tightens his hand around Vox’s dick. It should hurt, but the sensors for pleasure and pain have been crossed since Vox woke up in Hell, and a keening noise he doesn’t recognize escapes him as he arches into the contact. “What’s this then? Feels a little fucking gay to me, Papi.”

Vox swears again under his breath as Val sweeps his thumb along the length of Vox’s bulge, so gentle in comparison to the harsh grip of his other fingers that it’s impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“And it’s not that different, you know,” Val tells him. His mischievous tongue darts out again, this time smearing a trail of pink saliva across Vox’s screen that tastes like cherry candy when it drips into his mouth. “A hole is a hole, the logistics are the same.”

When Val lets go, all the blood rushing back to Vox’s dick makes him too dizzy to respond right away, though a small part of him mourns the loss. “You’re not letting this go,” he pants, “are you?”

“Nope, not until I get into those cheap, ugly-ass khakis.”

At the end of the day, Vox realizes, it doesn’t really matter if he’s gay or not. Hell seems ambivalent to such things, and whatever… this… is with Valentino feels like an inevitability, the next point on a path charted long before he was conceived, let alone dead and buried. Maybe when it's over he'll feel differently but right now, with Val massaging his cock and dry humping him to the faint bass line of the main stage, Vox wants him. He needs him.

“Don't worry, I won't make you bottom,” Val continues. “Tonight, at least. We have all of eternity to get to that.”

Vox finds himself nodding, and when Val nudges him back to his feet, he goes without hesitation. With Val’s body pressed up against his back, and all four of his hands working the buttons of Vox’s shirt open, there’s no room left to run if he were to change his mind. He still might. There’s just something in the warmth of his touch, the sweet note of his perfume, the pitch of his pleased hum that’s nostalgic; Val reminds Vox of proper girls like the ones who circled his pulpit as a preacher, and he can’t recall if it’s always been so or if the wires are crossing for the first time tonight.

“Do you,” Vox starts, his voice catching as Val tugs his belt from its loops, “do you have a condom?”

The rumble of Val’s laugh reverberates through Vox’s bones. “Not this again.” He backs away enough to help Vox out of his clothes, all unbuttoned and ready to fall faster than Vox has ever managed on his own. “If I wasn’t clean–which I am right now, by the way–you’d get over whatever you catch in a couple days.”

“Disgusting.”

“Thanks,” Val replies brightly. “I try.”

Vox turns to tell him it wasn’t a compliment, only to bluescreen at the sight of Val stripped bare, save for the heels and gloves. He’s seen almost all of Val at one point or another by now, but those memories couldn’t prepare Vox for the divine beauty of Valentino’s statuesque form, nor the fact that without the restraint of his clothing, his tentacle-like cock writhes against his belly until Val wraps an indulgent hand around it.

“Like it?” Val asks. When Vox doesn’t immediately respond, Val takes one of his wrists, guiding his hand. “Most of my clients do.”

An instinctive crackle of electricity sparks between Vox’s antenna and down his spine. “I’m not-”

“I know, I know.” Maybe the whiskey is clouding Vox’s judgment, but Val sounds genuine, comforting, instead of his usual bratty demeanor. “You’re not like them.”

The second Vox touches his cock, Val lets go of his wrist and sighs. His skin is warmer and smoother here, slightly damp with precum that stretches between Vox’s fingers as it explores his hand.

“Always making sure I get home safe, giving me discounts when I’m short- you’re such a gentleman, Papi.”

Vox drags his eyes from Val’s dick up to his face and finds Val studying him, as if testing to see how he reacts.

“Gonna take good care of me?”

“Maybe,” Vox says. He isn’t sure where the line is. “Is that what you want?”

Delighted, Val pinches the sides of his screen and smacks a wet kiss over his digital mouth. With a second of warning, Vox could’ve kissed him back. “Aw, you give a shit!” His cock twitches in Vox’s hand as Val tells him, “There’s nothing you could do I wouldn’t like. You seem, mmm, vanilla.”

“Anyone ever tell you the problem with assumptions?”

Vox extricates his hand from Val’s dick, a more difficult feat than anticipated, so he can grab Val’s balls in one hand and his delicate throat in the other, squeezing both hard enough to make him whimper. As Val’s mouth falls open to gasp for air, he scrabbles for purchase along Vox’s torso and upper arms, but not to fight. It seems he simply wants to touch.

“Val.”

“No,” Val wheezes, tongue lolling out of his mouth and smearing drool over Vox’s forearm. “What?”

“They make an ass out of you,” he tightens his hold on Val’s balls, “and me.”

Then he lets go, allowing Val to catch his breath for a moment before saying, “I don’t get it.” Notably, he doesn’t retaliate once recovered. If anything, Vox has lit a match under him by finally reacting to one of his taunts; now Val is going to hyperfixate on making him do it again. “Not vanilla, then,” Val hums thoughtfully. “Color me interested.”

“You’re a fucking freak,” Vox accuses. It’s pointless, when he can still see the outline of his claws in the fur of Val’s neck, but he has to cling to something if he intends to survive the flood of Valentino’s affections.

“Yeah, but you’re here, aren’t you?”

His gold tooth glitters through his grin as he reaches for Vox once more, closing his hand around Vox’s dick without boxers and pants in the way to dull the sensation. The satin of his glove is unlike any sensation Vox has ever felt, cool and slippery, but with a low enough thread count to catch against the ridge of his cockhead on each downstroke. A shudder that almost makes Vox miss the corner of Val’s smirk dropping into something softer rolls through him.

“Fuck, you’re like a virgin,” Val says, pleased, as if it's a compliment. “Doesn't take much with you, does it?”

Standing face to face like this, Vox has nowhere to hide, and his processors are too overloaded by Val's touch to come up with a convincing lie. Months ago, he would have run. But now he knows Val, trusts him to keep Vox's secrets as well as his own, and has run out of excuses to delay something he fears they've been hurtling towards since they first laid eyes on each other.

“Most girls get on their knees and get it over with,” Vox admits.

His head drops forward when Val sweeps a thumb over the head of his cock, only for another gloved hand to lift his face by the corner. With more grace than he has outside the club, Val's fingers move in perfect parallels, each sweet caress of Vox's screen matched to a gentle stroke of his dick.

“That's no fun.”

Val leans closer, peppering sloppy kisses across Vox's screen until his vision is tinted pink through the copious amounts of drool- another thing he would've run from not long ago.

“Can I ride you, Papi? Or do you still need to be the big man in charge?”

Without waiting for an answer, Val guides Vox back to the couch and perches over his lap, calves pressed to Vox's thighs and three hands pinning him in place like nails through his body. He’d let Val crucify him for a fuck right now, he thinks.

“You’re the expert,” Vox chuffs, turning away because he can’t handle watching Val do this. “And you’ve been chasing me for months, you put in the work.”

Val hums and takes hold of Vox’s dick to position it. “You’re in good hands.”

Vox wants to say something smart, but it turns into a broken sound when Val lowers himself onto the head of Vox’s cock. He’s tighter than a girl, but still wet like one, and he doesn’t squirm or complain as he sinks down until his bony ass rests in the cradle of Vox’s lap.

“How’s that?” Val croons.

His cock squirms against Vox’s lower stomach, far more excited than its owner's controlled movements imply. Desperation for an ounce of power in this situation drives Vox to curl his hand around it again and allow the curious appendage to explore his fingers, fitting itself between them with an excitement he reluctantly finds adorable.

“So?” Val asks, subtly shifting in Vox’s lap without actually fucking himself yet.

“So what?”

Val grins and nips the corner of Vox’s screen before kissing across it, using the pressure to force Vox to look at him. “So, are you still not gay?”

“Val.”

“Okay, okay, fine!” Raising his upper set of hands in mock surrender, Val finally begins to move. Like the impatient bastard he is, Val doesn’t waste time warming them up now that he’s adjusted. He sets a brutal pace, up and down like it’s as natural to him as breathing and not the best tail Vox has gotten in life or death. Truth be told, Vox has never found sex with women particularly satisfying, and doesn’t miss anything about them now.

The elegant limbs he’s admired for months cage him into place like he has room left in his mind to run away from this. At the center of Val’s attention, Vox can’t remember a single protest he had; there’s only Val’s body accepting him like they were built to fit together, Val’s hands pressing bruises into his skin, Val’s tongue writing an essay across his chest, Valentino. He has all of Val for however long this lasts. Beyond that, he is nothing and no one.

He realizes belatedly that Val has been talking to him this entire time, the words melting together in a honeyed slurry he processes the tone of, but not the content. It doesn’t matter–Val has nothing of consequence to say, and his playful lilting laugh is too lighthearted to be a threat–but his affect soothes something frayed inside of Vox he hadn’t realized was damaged.

”-than them, Voxxy?”

Vox blinks a couple times, scanning his memory for the rest of the question but coming up blank. “Huh?” he manages.

“Aww,” Val trills. One of his hands caresses Vox’s cheek, the silk-covered fingertips dipping into the seam of his lips as he continues, “Fucked stupid already?”

For a second, Vox considers shoving Val off him, but the brief satisfaction wouldn’t be worth the loss. “Bored, more like.”

Val’s smile sharpens at the edges as he narrows his eyes. It sets off alarms, reminds Vox that Val is a whore he wouldn’t trust with the shirt off his back, yet the warnings sound far away when Val’s riding him with mechanical precision.

“Wanna take that back? I’ll give you the chance.”

He hums, low in his chest.

“I’m thoughtful like that.”

“I- I-” The words stick in Vox’s speakers as he bluescreens. Between the perfect, borderline blessed rhythm Val keeps and the obscene writhing of his prehensile cock, his systems are already at capacity. Processing Val’s purr proves to be too much. “I- Vvv-”

“Pathetic,” Val chides before he can spit it out, which is apparently the final push Vox needs.

Bliss. Pleasure, in its purest, rawest form courses through Vox like he was made to be fucked by Valentino, and he’s becoming complete with every spurt of cum into Val. He’d call it a claim if he had the presence of mind. Through his scrambled visual feed he catches his screenlight reflecting back at him in Val’s eyes, flashing blue between each scramble of technicolor panic. Val has never been this beautiful before.

Vox’s head lolls onto the backrest of the couch once Val lets go of it, chasing a sloppy rhythm to bring himself off, uncaring of the overstimulation that loops Vox into reboot after reboot without a second to recover. He processes it in flashes. Val’s tongue dripping down his jaw. Val’s abs tensing with each thrust. Val’s hand blurring around his dick. Val’s back arching into a painful curve. Val’s cum splattering up to Vox’s collarbone.

“Fuck,” Val hisses, at last beginning to slow. “Fucking warn a guy if your jizz is caustic. Not that I mind.” He shivers and clenches around Vox, coaxing a final dribble of cum from him. “It’s an upcharge though. If we weren’t such good friends, you’d be in trouble.”

When Val climbs off Vox’s lap, it allows his system the chance to sort through his shorted circuits and find a way to run until he can crack his box open for repairs. Carefully, he pushes himself back to his feet and grabs a bar napkin to wipe his torso clean before redressing. He’ll regret this tomorrow. Tonight, however, he finds himself too fucked-out to be anything but satisfied.

[bloodsuckingfiends]

More Than Enough

Summary: Whilst at the Elfsong one evening, Tav runs into someone she would rather forget, and Astarion reminds her that she's more than enough.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Tav

Warnings: a shitty ex who's said some not so nice things to Tav, Astarion attempting to navigate how to handle sensitive/emotional situations

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I know this is such an oddly specific idea, but that's because it's self-indulgent, and I've been thinking about how my ex told me this and it still makes me feel like shit, and I needed comfort lmao. SO, if you've ever been made to feel like an object, this one's for you

It had been a long and arduous day, from locating severed pieces of a clown, to wiping out the steel watch. The party had certainly earned a hot meal, a bath, and a drink. Emphasis on that last one.

Tav stood at the bar waiting for the barkeep to come back around, while Astarion was upstairs finishing bathing, and the rest of the party was tucked away into a corner booth. Tav could feel herself spacing out, the fatigue of the day wearing on her as she stood and leaned against the bar.

"Tav?"

She froze. She knew that voice. She wished she didn't, but she did, and quite frankly, it belonged to one of the last people she wanted to see at the moment.

"Alberich... fancy seeing you here." Tav lies, slowly turning on her heel to face the half-elf.

He hadn't changed... much. His hair is still long and black, albeit a bit frizzy, and his nose still a bit large for his face. She notices the cocky smirk on his face, and wishes she could slap it right off.

"I was just visiting, and was hoping I would see you here." His dark eyes casually sweep down briefly to look at Tav's chest before looking up again, his smirk immediately falling.

Tav felt a gentle hand at the small of her back, and the comforting presence of Astarion at her side. He could tell. He could always tell at this point, when her body language clearly read uncomfortability.

"Hello, my sweet. Who's this, I don't believe we've met before?" Astarion says smoothly after kissing the apple of Tav's cheek and locking eyes with the half-elf before him.

Tav blinked for a moment before introducing the two, "This is Alberich. We were partners for a short while, many moons ago. An Alberich, this is Astarion, my... partner." She leaned a little more into Astarion, taking comfort in how grounding his form felt against hers.

"How lovely it is to meet you." the pale elf drawls, offering a hand to a silent half-elf. Alberich merely nods in response. A rare occurrence in which he decides to be quiet for once.

"Well, I do believe Tav and I must get to bed now. Was a hard day for Tav, being a hero and all that. Not that you would know much about the subject." Astarion gesticulates casually as he speaks. "Have a wonderful evening, Alberich." The vampire gently leads Tav away by the waist towards the tavern's staircase, whilst she threw a half-hearted wave back at the stunned half-elf.

Once the two elves were in their shared room for the night, Astarion closed the door, and Tav began unlacing her corset with shaky fingers. Of course, Astarion's watchful eyes take notice.

"Little love, are you alright?" he asks in a soft manner. He had made his way over to her, resting his chin over her shoulder and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

Tav stiffens for a moment before relaxing into his touch, "Hmm? Oh, yes. Yes, I'm alright." Her voice sounds a bit distant, her hand letting go of her corset laces, and instead holding over Astarion's own hand to ground herself.

"Tav, I know I'm new to this whole, emotions, thing, but I'm here for you, if you should need to talk." He turns her around in his arms to face her, searching her shifting eyes. She breaks away from his hold to sit on the bed. Astarion follows to sit beside her.

"Everytime I think that I'm over it, he pops back up somehow and reminds me." her long fingers worry over the fabric of her skirt. She looks up to see a slightly bewildered look upon her love's face.

"Oh no! I don't mean like that! I've been over him in that way for a long long time. You've nothing to worry about." She give him a soft smile, taking his hand in her own. "Alberich was my first partner, in every sense. When we first got together, I was hesitant about sex, nervous. Not long into our being together, were intimate, and that was that. That is until a couple of years later." Her eyes meet Astarion's.

"He had casually told me years later, that had I not given it up soon, he would have broken it off with me. That he had thought about it." Tav swallows at the memory, and Astarion soothingly rubs her knuckles. "While I was falling in love with him, all he thought of was how he would leave me if he didn't get to fuck me soon." A muscle ticks in Tav's jaw, anger furrowing her brows. Tears prick at her eyes, and he cups her cheek in his palm.

"Now I'm sure you've been told this far too many times to even count, my dear, but he never deserved you." gently, he thumbs away the tears breaking from her waterline. "You are more than just something to be objectified. You should be cherished, and loved, and I feel honored to be the one that you chose to trust to do so. And I thank you for returning that kindness to me everyday, for showing me that it is possible." She leans forward to cling to him, her nose buried in his neck, arms holding him tight, and despite the feeling on her tears sticking his shirt to his skin, Astarion hugs her back. Holding her close to him like that evening she had hugged him after his confession back at Moonrise Towers.

[vunblr]

We shouldn’t judge how people react to fear -something pretty obvious but sometimes, we forget to practice it-.

Talking to a friend the other day, I was reminded that I had a stalker during my first year of college -something I had deeply repressed-. I was young, just 18, and back then -2003-, people didn’t really talk about harassment. Or rather, it wasn’t that it wasn’t discussed, it was normalized.

It all started when I ended up in the same Roman Law class as this person, and I noticed he would constantly stare at me without even trying to hide it. You might think, “Come on, he was just looking at you,” but no, it was super uncomfortable, and the way he looked at me wasn’t like a crush, it was creepy. I pretended not to notice -these days, I’d confront him and ask what his problem was-.

Then he started sitting as close to me as possible, getting up at the same time, following me to the bus stop, and even to the cafeteria. Thankfully, I attended class with my two best friends from high school, Martín and Diego, and we went everywhere together, so I relied on them. At one point, I even asked Martín to wait with me at the bus stop when we had late-night classes because the situation started to scare me.

One day, neither Martín nor Diego showed up for class, and I had to walk home because there was a bus strike -a common thing in Argentina now and then-. What I’m about to say might sound like something out of a movie or a fanfic, but I swear I felt like someone was following me. When I turned around, I saw him.

I told myself, Stop it, Valeria, maybe he’s just heading the same way as you and you’re imagining things. But no. I started walking slower, crossing the street, turning down random roads, pretending to tie my shoes, even stepping into stores. Every time I turned around, there he was, still walking behind me. Clearly, this wasn’t a coincidence.

It wasn’t common to have a cell phone back then, so I couldn’t text anyone, and my parents weren’t in town to call from a payphone. So I kept walking. At some point, he walked up next to me and started talking. He said his name was Héctor, mentioned what a coincidence it was to “run into each other,” and that he’d seen me in Roman Law class. I replied -today, I’d slap myself for being so dumb-, but somehow, my brain just shut down. Instead of returning to a store or telling him to leave, I kept walking to my house. Once we got to my door, I told him, “Well, this is my house,” and said goodbye -very smart of me, I know-.

Two days later, at 10 p.m., my doorbell rang. I thought it was the pizza I had ordered. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find Héctor standing there. For once, my one functional brain cell kicked in. I stepped outside, closing the door behind me so he couldn’t get in, and asked him what he wanted. He said, “Let’s go for a walk.” Of course, buddy, alone, at 10 p.m., on a weeknight, with no one knowing where I’m going.

I refused in various ways, but he kept insisting until he finally said, “Okay, then let’s go for a drink.” I told him I had a boyfriend and that he wouldn’t like this situation. He didn’t believe me at first, but I said, “If you’ve seen me in Roman Law, then you must have seen me with him, since he’s in the class too.” I don’t remember much of what else he said. He eventually left, but I was pretty shaken.

I told my friends about it. Diego’s solution was to beat him up -now that I think about it, that was a tempting idea-, but since technically, the guy hadn’t “done” anything, it felt like an overreaction. So for a while, Martín pretended to be more than just a friend when we left class. We’d usually hold hands or he’d put his arm around me at the bus stop, where “Héctor” would still be lurking. I never actually saw him get on any bus.

One day -yes, I know, “pretends to be a couple” trope-, Martín and I took it a step further and pretended to kiss. Héctor’s face changed completely. The bus came, I got on, and I never saw him at the university again from that day on. Not in any other class, schedule, or hallway. I’ve always wondered if he was really studying law or if he’d just been following me from somewhere else, and the timing of that class worked for whatever it was he was doing.

Now, with 20 more years of life and the information we have today, I would’ve handled things very differently. I think about all the things I did wrong -basically everything-, and it surprises me because I wasn’t exactly naïve. I always hung out with guys, so I knew how to handle myself around them. If a construction worker catcalled me, I’d curse them out. If someone touched me while I was out dancing, I’d confront them. But in this specific situation, I don’t know what happened to me.

That’s why, when I see news stories, documentaries, or books where the female protagonist acts “stupid,” and you feel like slapping her or think, “That would never happen to me,” let me tell you, until it happens, you don’t know how you’ll react.

Thankfully, we now have social media, cell phones, and people don’t call you crazy when you speak out about these things, which helps a lot. But still, let’s try not to judge victims in situations like these because everyone’s mind reacts differently to certain stimuli.

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (032) as hot as i expected

WORD COUNT. 1222

WARNINGS. idk insecurity? also tall yn supremacy!!

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

DISAPPOINTMENT AND GUILTY— THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE FEELING RIGHT NOW AS YOUR’E STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO MEET TAEGYU AT.

Disappointed that your crush had called you to cancel your plans last minute. Guilty for feeling disappointed and embarrassed because you must look stupid to passersby staring down at the pavement with your phone in your hand.

Staring blankly at your call records, it’s not like you are mad at Taegyu or anything. When he had called he was clearly distressed and out of breath, saying he couldn’t come because an emergency had happened involving someone close to him.

You don’t blame him. It’s nice that he still thought to call you in such a situation, but there is still a part of you that can’t ignore this weird, uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Stuffing your phone in your coat pocket, you decide that it’s better to go, before you actually start bawling on the street. You are selfishly craving for comfort.

Seonghwa watches his friends scold the current youngest for leading them to San’s parents' cafe while he wasn’t even working.

The shortest of the bunch huffs in annoyance before accepting that they aren’t getting free drinks today.

“Alright since someone loves to do shit without thinking first, what do you guys want to instead?”

Wooyoung shoots an offend look at Hongjoong.

“It’s not my fault that he wasn’t working today? He always works on Fridays!” he exclaims, his voice raising in pitch an embarrassing amount.

“If it’s not your fault then who is it? You didn’t even ask him!” The yellow-orange haired giant next to him yells in a similar volume.

Seonghwa finally speaks up. “Can you guys please lower your voices, people are staring at us!”

“Let them! My nickname isn’t eye candy for nothing.” Wooyoung spreads his arms and twirls in place, nearly hitting a costumer trying to get to the cafe.

“No one calls you that—” Mingi doesn’t get to finish his sentence as the sound of an item falling on the concrete cuts him off.

The older two let out a gasp as Hongjoong pulls their friend out of the disoriented strangers way.

“Oh my god, we are so sorry!” Hongjoong forcefully bows with Wooyoung, the other two following suit.

“I-It’s okay.”

Mingi bends down to retrieve the phone, his eyes widen as he notices a crack across the screen. He inspects it a little longer to make sure that the only damage before noticing a familiar group chat name.

“Huh?”

The person still doesn’t look up but gently grabs their phone out of his hand.

“Don’t worry the crack was already there.” They say with nod of goodbye before walking around the four boys to reach the door.

“Wait!”

Mingi’s loud call startles not only the target person but also his friends and a random passerby, they look at him in confusion as the person turns back around, finally making eye contact with him. A smile only visible in her eyes slowly makes its way on her face as she realizes.

“Yn?” Mingi carefully asks as the girl pulls down her mask.

Seonghwa, who stands closest to her, raises his hand to his neck to subtly check his pulse. He is so sure his heart stopped when her eyes meet his briefly. This is the person he has been dreaming about for years. The moment he has been imagining is happening right at this very moment. He can’t believe it!

“How come every time I'm at this cafe I meet one of you?” Yn laughs. The dark circles underneath her eyes are still noticeable but her smile outshines it.

She first walks to Hongjoong who quickly lets go of Wooyoung to meet her halfway. They embrace each other in a passionate hug, one that was a long time coming.

“It’s been so long Yn!”

“Too long, in my opinion.” Her hands fall on his shoulders as she looks at her childhood friend for the first time in about 16 years. “You lied to me, by the way.”

Hongjoong doesn’t answer but gives her a confused look.

“You said you were taller than me now!”

Wooyoung and Mingi erupt in cackles while Hongjoong rolls his eyes, still holding the girl.

“There is not that much of a difference!”

A whine comes from Wooyoung as he walks up behind his friend with a pout. “Hyung, you never let me hug you that long.”

Hongjoong turns around and smacks the back of the younger ones head with a warning look.

As Wooyoung rubs the back of his head dramatically, his eyes scan Yn. Instantly, he seems to forget about his pain and he pushes his hyung out of the way to take his place.

“Yn! You are as hot as I expected.”

They share a quick hug while laughing. “Not as hot as me though.”

Now it's Yn's turn to roll her eyes.

“Careful, Wooyoung. I might make you pay for my phone.” She shoves him playfully out of the way to get to Mingi.

A wide smile has been on Mingi’s face and his cheeks have been red since he called her name. He immediately takes her hands in his own, mirroring what happened at their first meeting.

“Princess! We meet again.” Is all that she says and Mingi feels as if the butterflies in his stomach are having a party.

She looks up at the tallest of the bunch innocently, like she didn’t just make him one of the happiest men alive just with her presence.

“Y-You..I— w-we..... uh?” He stumbles over his words when he looks into her eyes. All the while, her thumb calmly massages his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down.

Eventually, it works and he manages to get his words out.

“You are prettier t-than I remember.” He stammers. “I-I mean even prettier. You were pretty back then too…” His voice trails off in embarrassment.

“I knew what you meant, Mingi.” She doesn’t laugh at his mistake, she only nods understandingly with a grateful look on her face. “You are adorable, the name princess really fits you!”

The smile on his face grows even bigger, too happy to say anything back. He is ecstatic that someone called him adorable, let alone his idol!

Yn turns around and softly lets go of Mingi’s hands, making her way to the oldest of the group.

Although it hurts his pride to admit, a little part of Seonghwa was scared that she forgot about him when he saw her interacting with everyone but him.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.” She tells him as if she can read his mind. She scans his face as his eyes avoid her own nervously.

The pink haired boy doesn’t speak but internally his mind is going a thousand kilometers per hour.

Suddenly, her arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a gentle hug. “You are even prettier than in the photos, Hwa!”

His arms wrap around her waist and his face falls into the crook of her neck. His mind finally wraps around the very real feelings he has been trying to push down.

When he makes eye contact with Mingi, their minds are seemingly connected as the same realization dawns on them.

They are in trouble.

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[niobiumao3]

Okay so, I wrote the second thing from this post.

Also available in AO3 format.

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It's not that Tech doesn't want to interact with anyone, it's that he's exhausted.

Being reunited with his siblings and finding all of them more or less in one piece (physically if not emotionally) is the only thing he's needed for some time. Now in possession of that, he's ready to sleep for at least ten rotations. Possibly longer. The quality of the surface is negotiable, so long as it's stable. He should eat, though, having not been able to very often since falling from the rail car. Or, so they all convince him. Afterwards he can sleep to his heart's content (and plans to).

Throughout dinner he's quiet, keeps himself present enough to respond if he hears his name or senses the conversation has paused in expectation of a comment. This alone is a struggle, uses up the last of his reserves. Once everyone is clearing off the table and leaving to sleep or otherwise he's ready to crawl into a cramped, uncomfortable rack on the Marauder and pass out.

He does help with cleanup, though, bringing in trays, putting away food. At some point a cup of water appears next to him and he drinks it, continues the chores on a sort of autopilot until Phee settles her hip on the counter and folds her arms.

"You look like you could use some sleep. Maybe, a month or so."

"That will be the minimum I expect," Tech admits. He finishes the water, sets the cup into the sink. A second later he realizes she must have been the one to put it next to him. "Thank you. For the water."

"You're welcome," she says, smiling, warm and tired. There's a strain in her expression he doesn't remember seeing before, isn't sure how to ask about. So he turns to survey the kitchen--hers, sparse and simple since she's on the island so infrequently. There's a bowl of items on the table: a large shell, a feather, a colorful rock, a piece of...

... damaged, tinted transparisteel in a scratched, circular frame...

Tech drifts towards the table, vaguely aware Phee is watching him. She must see what he's noticed, because she says, "Yeah. I...didn't want to get rid of them."

He reaches for the goggles with caution, like they might bite. Here they are, destroyed as he'd expected them to be, left lens smashed, right lens cracked. Dust from the mountainside still coats the band. It's impossible for her to have these. Unless she'd done the unthinkable and gone to Eriadu to look for him?

"Where did you find them," he asks, turning them over in his hands. Somehow the camera housing is still intact. Had they checked it for footage?

"I didn't," she admits, then sighs. "Believe me, I wanted to go to Eriadu, but Shep and Hunter wouldn't let me. Wrecker had them."

Rightfully so, he thinks but doesn't say, because Phee not endangering herself on his behalf is slightly less important than the source of the ugly new dread coalescing in his mind. "Wrecker had these."

"Yeah. They came back with them and--"

Something in her voice has changed. Something he should address. Except there's no time, so he interrupts her. "And where did they get them?"

She blinks, taken aback. "I'm...not sure. They didn't say."

Tech grips them tightly, makes for the door. "We need to talk to them, right now. And Shep."

She follows close on his heels. "Right now?"

"Yes. Immediately."

Her demeanor shifts from uncertain worry to simple determination. "I'll go get Shep."

He registers this vaguely, mind working at a furious pace. Had they really gone back for him? They hadn't said so. But then how had they found the goggles? Chanced across them in a wrecking yard? That seemed unlikely. Bought them off a scavenger?

The Marauder's ramp is still down, the lights on. Omega sits in the entrance, toying with a tablet while their brothers mill around the external storage compartment. This suggests they're trying to sort out sleeping arrangements by putting whatever they can into the compartments. Shep had offered one of the little houses now that lower Pabu was repaired, but Hunter had demured. It's just as well; Tech suspects Crosshair and Omega won't be able to sleep anywhere but on the ship for some time, can't blame them either. It's fortunate either way, as it means they're all still awake.

Omega sees Tech on first, greets him with a tired smile and a wave. Noticing her movement, Wrecker turns, guffaws at Tech. "What, not gonna stay with Phee?"

Tech stops in front of them. It's on the tip of his tongue to ask, "Why would I do that?" but he doesn't have time. None of them do. Just like like when he was dangling from the rail car.

He holds up his broken goggles, which saps the general mood of relaxation from all of them in a moment: Crosshair stares, expression souring; Omega swallows, looks away; Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker all become somber. He'd be sorry if the circumstances were anything but what they are.

"How did you get these?" he asks, searching their faces.

Wrecker grimaces. "Hemlock. He was trying to use them to mess with us." He rubs the back of his neck, murmurs, "Worked pretty well."

The dread hovering in Tech's crystallizes, takes shape. He starts tearing apart the recording device.

Omega slowly stands, walks down the ramp. Hunter watches Tech yank off piece after piece of the device with growing concern. "Tech, what are you--"

"Hemlock," Tech says, interrupting him. He glances up, looks from Wrecker to Hunter for confirmation. "He gave you these."

Echo says, "Yeah." A second later he closes his eyes. "...shit."

"What," Crosshair says, voice gone hard. Omega moves to him, takes one of his hands. Tech hears people approaching; Phee and Shep, he suspects.

He finds it a second later, precisely where he'd expected it to be. It's smaller than the older models he's familiar with, though that's hardly a surprise. Hemlock would have access to the latest equipment.

Tech yanks out the tracking chip, holds it up, throws it to the ground and smashes it under the heel of his boot.

"Fuck," Crosshair says on a sigh.

Phee comes to stand next to Tech, eyes on the fragmented remains. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

He wishes he could. "It is."

Hesitantly, Shep asks, "What is it?"

"A tracking device," Hunter says. Resignation and defeat darken his features, reminding Tech of leaving Kamino without Crosshair. (That's not happening. Not this time. Not ever again.)

No reactions from the rest of them, not even Shep, just stunned silence. Tech can't stand how no one is moving or speaking, so starts to. "We must evacuate everyone. Immediately."

Phee runs a hand over her face. "Brown Eyes how are we evacuating several hundred people on a moment's notice?" There's a note in her voice he's not heard before: fear, brittle and sharp. It makes him want to...

He's not sure. Do something to fix it, at a minimum. "We'll find a way. We always do."

Echo heads for the ramp. "Well for starters I'll contact Rex. He'll at least have a couple of ships we can load people onto."

"You're sure," Shep says. Tech turns: the despondency in Shep's features is painful to see.

"Yes. That was a low power tracker, but the chances they've not picked up the signal by now are minimal. We must assume they're on their way."

Phee exhales sharply. Just like that, her fear becomes resolve. "Alright. Let's get everyone ready to go. No packing, we just leave." She turns to Shep. "If it doesn't fit in their pockets it has to stay."

Shep sighs, nods. He and Phee take separate exits from the courtyard to round up the various leaders of the refugees for help in spreading the word.

Hunter stares down at the remains of the chip, unmoving. The others watch him with growing worry.

Omega's voice is quiet in the darkening courtyard. "Hunter?"

"What have we done," is all he says.

A sound from within the Marauder catches Tech's attention. One he'd know asleep or half dead, drilled into him via hours of simulator time and countless battles: enemy ships on approach.

Echo leans out of the ship. "They're here."