#was literally thinking 'hey what if these stairs are slick. i could slip' and my foot IMMEDIATELY shot out from under me

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me watching it snow outside: YIPPEE my mental illness is gone!

me slipping on the icy stairs out my apartment building and almost cracking my skull open: i Hate winter

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Four Flushing

Part 4 of my Vera x Vox story.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

A/N - I really hope you guys are enjoying this, I didn't think I'd write so much for them. I also hope that my writing is at least enjoyable.

CW: Smut and Valentino lmao

After replacing his screen and dealing with an angry Val all week Vox decided that maybe the best thing to do was to take the moth Overlord out for a night of fun and debauchery, and what would be better than a gala thrown in honor of Hell's royalty. Personally, Vox abhorred these sorts of events, but the chance to schmooze and make connections was always a bonus. Valentino loved to dress up and cause drama, so this seemed like an excellent idea. He had very simple pleasures.

They made their way to the party in a sleek Voxtech limousine. Vox slipped out of the car before a shade could open his door. Valentino on the other hand sat there until the shades opened his door, there was nothing he enjoyed more than being waited on hand and foot.

Vox was already halfway through the entrance, phone in hand, before Valentino caught up to him. Draping his arms around Vox and pinching his ass. Vox could only sigh and check his texts and emails.

Several new messages, but not the one he was hoping for.

"Come onnnn papito, I want to dance!" Val shook him lightly, tongue licking the side of Vox's screen.

He had to turn the charisma up, he was literally here so he could get Val off his back, a couple hours of fake smiles and back home for a hate fuck shouldn't be too bad.

So Vox slipped his hand into Val's, "of course," he crooned, "let's dance." They made their way to the dance floor where Vox spun and twirled Val around, every now and then stopping to drink champagne and talk to the other patrons. It wasn't until something caught his eye that he stopped.

A light blue flame moving its way to the tower of drinks.

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Vera looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the shimmer on her cheeks to make sure it caught the light from her flames just right. Jericho, her roomie down stairs, had received tickets to tonight's Gala courtesy of his current royal boy toy. There were perks to being a pool boy to one of Hell's own Goetia and that included tickets to events they'd never attend otherwise. So of course Jericho was taking Vera as his plus one, the intention was to nic as many jewels and wallets as they could, drink till the night turned to dawn, and eat their fill of shrimp. The shrimp being the most important part.

Vera's mind idly wandered to her phone, he had never responded to her text and that was more than enough for her to call things over.

Maybe he'd be there, or maybe not.

"Oh baby!" Jericho's voice rang from the door of her flat. He sauntered over to her and grabbed her hips pulling her flush against him. "I could eat you up right here. Let's forget the party and fuck right now."

She turned around in his arms placing her own around his neck, and bumped her forehead into his, "but shrimp."

He sighed, "but shrimp." Grinning, he grabbed her hand and spun her around, "you look stunning though."

"I know," she shrugged, "You're not half bad yourself." She gave him a once over.

"Hey, I'm hot and you know it." He slicked his hair back admiring himself in the full length mirror, the scar across his nose and his milky eye more prominent than ever. Jericho always tried to show off his wounds when hanging around the rich folk, knowing damn well they all loved a bad boy.

Jericho and Vera walked into the party arm in arm. It was definitely a party for Hell's wealthiest, large buffet tables lined the exterior, a Champagne tower at the center of the room, and a catering service of shades taking people's plates, glasses, coats and whatever else.

Vera quickly scanned the party, making note of anything she could see herself wanting, large plates of shrimp, and the crystal champagne flutes looked nice too. She sauntered over picking up the champagne and giving it a sip and grimacing. It didn't matter if you were living or dead, alcohol was still disgusting. Crystal was nice though, she dumped the rest of the champagne in a nearby plant and stuffed the glass into her bag, along with a few of the larger shrimps she saw. She was in the middle of munching on one when a voice got her attention.

"You know if they catch you they'll kill you." Vera whirled at the staticky voice.

Vox.

She wasn't sure she'd see him here, and she was extra sure he wouldn't have approached her. Here he was though, dressed smoothly in a pinstripe double breasted suit. That darling debonair smile on his face.

"And what about if you catch me?" Vera aired up at him, eyebrow cocked.

"Catch you! Ha! I'm here to help you!" His grin grew even brighter. He turned her around, hands lightly gripping her shoulders, he pointed her at a group of overlords she didn't recognize. "You see that windbag over there," he pointed a claw at a particularly old looking lady wearing what looked like a raccoon skin dress. "She's fuckin' loaded with jewels at any given time, plus the bitch is as blind as a bat."

"Oh? Do you think she needs a new friend?" She turned back, a look of innocence on her face.

"Absolutely. Now go get 'em tiger." He slapped her ass as she began strutting toward her new target.

Vera turned back, "always such a charmer." She gave him a wink.

Vox chuckled to himself as he grabbed two flutes and made his way back to Val. It was a risky move, but he couldn't just not say anything.

"Oh look at you talking to the Spitfire Demon." Val hummed when Vox handed him his drink.

"Who?" Vox played the uninterested fool.

"Hush, I don't blame you boo, she's smoking." He leaned heavily on Vox downing his drink. "Girl used to run with a crew and I would've given my best assistant to have them in a gang bang." He emphasized this by clenching his free fist tightly. "They would've made me millions!"

"Used to? What happened to the others?" Vox did his best to keep the curiosity out of his voice, it was all business all the time.

"They all died or some shit, exorcists got 'em. A waste of good flesh if you ask me." Val walked around leaning into Vox, "you planning on asking her to bed with us tonight? A third could be fun."

"No no, tonight is all about you," he grabbed Val's hand and kissed his knuckles. He wouldn't admit it, but the idea of sharing Vera brought the taste of bile to his mouth, he didn't like the thought of Valentino running his hands over her body.

"Damn right it is, now come on chica I want to dance more!" The moth shimmied his way back on to the dance floor beckoning for Vox to join.

Vox leaned back against the counter, "give me a few, I don't have nearly as much stamina as you, I'm gonna see who I can blackmail."

Val pouted, but Vox only waved him away. "Go, have fun, make out with a hottie, I'll be back!"

When he was sure Val was thoroughly distracted, grinding up against some poor strangers, he began searching the crowd. He spotted his little flame walking down a long dark hallway heading away from the crowd.

It made him nervous, did someone find out she'd been stealing? Was she going to be with someone else? He was already well aware of the other man that Vera had arrived with, but he'd seem too interested in shoving his nose up a Goetia's ass then spending time with her. So he dropped it.

But what was she doing now? He had to know, he had to follow her. Make sure she is ok.

Sparing one last glance at Valentino, who seemed very interested in checking the tongue piercing of another Overlord with his own tongue, he swiftly made his way through the crowd towards the hall that he'd last seen Vera heading down.

He couldn't believe how stunning she'd look, long velvet gloves and a short black dress that hugged her body in all the best ways. Tulle flowing from her waist to her legs giving her just the tiniest bit of secrecy. She was gorgeous and he was sure that someone would snatch her up by the end of the night. He couldn't let that happen, but how to get around Val was the question.

She had managed to disappear when he'd finally reached the hall, it made his heart thud with anxiety, he walked further into the darkness, about to call her name when a hand shot out from an open door and snatched him inside.

"What the FU-"

"Shhhh or do you want to get caught!" A voice whispered, he noticed the blue flames burning dimly, and the piercing blue eyes staring at his own.

They were pressed together in a small storage closet, him and his little flame. Vera. His breathing grew ragged almost immediately. Her proximity to him was almost dizzying.

"You know, I thought you were done with me, but that little show earlier-" She ran her hand up his chest and started fiddling with a button, "made me think otherwise."

He let out a huff, "done with you, doll?" He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. "Never. I just had to get Valentino off my back, he'd been bitching and moaning ever since-"

She leaned in and silenced him with a kiss.

"We don't have much time Vox, our dates could be looking for us."

He got the idea and kissed her back full force. Pulling her even closer than you'd think possible. Her arms snaked their way around his shoulders pulling him in, leg reaching up to wrap around his waist. When she sighed into his mouth he took the opportunity to sneak his tongue inside. She tasted like candy and bubblegum, he laughed internally at the notion.

They started to grasp at each other, squeezing what their hands could find. When Vox bumped into a shelf of buckets and bottles that rattled about, they both stopped in their tracks, waiting, listening.

When nothing happened Vox jumped on the opportunity.

He quickly moved her skirts to the side, going to press his fingers into her delicious heat, but when he got there.

"You're not wearing any underwear?"

She grinned licking his neck, "panty lines are a bitch."

Vox groaned, he could feel his pants getting tighter by the second, "You're so fucking hot."

He pressed into her, delighted by how wet she already was. She moaned softly, and he started to pump faster spurred on by the quiet noises she was making. When his thumb found its way to her clit she let out a much louder sound. Vox grinned.

"Shh, we're going to get caught if you're not quiet." She bit his neck to stop any noises she would make as he continued his ministrations. The feel of her teeth piercing his skin was almost too much. He made a note that the next time they were together they could be as loud as they wanted.

She was close, she knew it, he knew it.

"Faster Vox." Vera panted out, her knees were trembling and he grabbed her throat to help keep her upright, but also to add a little more pressure to the buzz she was already feeling.

She was starting to see spots when it hit her. A strangled sob tore through her, muffled by the hand around her neck. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to regain her composure, leaning into Vox and panting.

Vox held on to her tightly, he pressed his screen into the top of her head breathing her in. She smelled of smoke and lavender, her skin was soft and slick with sweat. He wanted to leave with her, to take her home and have his way with her. He wanted to have breakfast the next morning and maybe show her his sharks. He was sure she'd like them. They could go out to that little restaurant Velvette was telling him about the other day for lunch…

"God I've missed you." Vox mumbled into her hair.

Vera, who had recovered and was undoing the buckle on his belt, froze. She looked up at him, expression unsure, but Vox was too absorbed in the moment to even notice. Her breath came out a little more uneven than she would've liked as she let go of the clasp on his belt. Sliding her hand up to rest on his chest, he leaned into her touch, vibrating at the soft motion, almost purring.

"Vox I think we need to leave before anyone notices we're missing." Vera whispered, looking away from his screen. He squeezed her a little tighter, a little closer.

Finally he released her, groaning. "You're probably right, I can only imagine the amount of trouble Valentino is causing right now." He glared off into the darkness, with no view of Val, it was the best he could do.

Without another word Vera popped the door open, slowly and quietly, checking the long hallway to make sure the coast was clear. After confirming it empty, they both slipped out and headed in opposite directions.

They were in the clear, no way they could get caught now especially since Vox controlled every video camera in the pentagram. Vera's heart was still racing though, even as she made her way back to Jericho. As he grabbed her coat so they could make their leave. As she saw Vox standing there with Valentino wrapped around his arm, his eyes never once leaving her own. When she climbed into her bed and lifted the covers over her. When she thought about the way he held her in that tiny broom closet. When her phone lit up with a notification.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She needed to end this.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Sparkle

Here's a little ficlet I wrote based on a random scene that popped into my head and wouldn't leave. Unbeta’ed.

Tags: implied/attempted noncon, alcohol consumption, eighth year fic. Pairing: Draco/Harry

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Draco Malfoy came back to Hogwarts after the War.

He was quiet and was nearly always seen in the company of his books. He talked to people, but not unless they addressed him first. He was always in plain sight, and always seemed to be in the middle of the most banal, tedious tasks, and Harry had no reason to be suspicious.

But Harry watched him anyway.

How was he to help it? Malfoy didn't look anything like the Malfoy he was used to warching.

Yes, he was still deathly pale and tall and reed-thin - but he held himself differently now. He didn't swagger around like he owned the school, but still had an air of aristocratic grace about him that made people hurry out of his way.

He didn't wear his hair combed to slick perfection; he had it buzzed down to the scalp on one side, the rest of his sleek, platinum hair pulled over to the other side in an artfully tousled sweep that sometimes fell over his eyes and caught on his long lashes.

He didn't wear his shirt sleeves down to his wrists to hide the Mark. Instead he had them rolled up to his elbows to reveal the pretty little pink and orange blossoms he had tattooed over the ugly, faded skull and snake.

He always had nail paint on - black, green, ruby red, purple.

He wore eyeliner, stark black against the paper-white skin of his translucent eyelids and blond eyelashes.

During the weekends, he wore soft jumpers over crisp white shirts, often in pastel shades that made him appear delicate and almost ethereal.

Draco Malfoy came back to Hogwarts after the War and Harry was obsessed all over again.

*

It was Christmas in a week. The eighth year common room was in full tumult, the Wireless charmed to blare music loud enough to be heard clearly over the cacophony of dozens of chattering students. Decorated extravagantly by the elves, two tables groaning under food and drink (spiked with an indecent amount of alcohol), and housing every eighth year, over half of the seventh years and a few bold sixth years, the room threatened to burst at the seams.

Harry was pleasantly tipsy, which was very mild compared to the state of some of his classmates. At least he wasn't trying to climb up into the mantel to attempt to jump off of it and land on an overstuffed armchair that was twelve feet away.

He really had to pee, though, and both the toilets attached to the common room were occupied, and when he went up to the dorm bathrooms, he found those occupied too - as well as issuing sounds made by the students inside engaged in various kinds of 'activities'.

Bladder uncomfortably full, Harry jogged back down to the common room and, with a wave at Ron and Hermione, exited the party so he could use one of the school loos. His mind was buzzing very softly and he wasn't worried about homework or, you know, dying, for the first time in a while.

Sighing in relief after having taken a long piss, Harry strolled slowly back towards the common room. It was well past midnight and he knew the seventh and sixth years would be in trouble if caught at the party. He also knew that every teacher was likely aware and chose to let it go. It'd been that way this term after the War.

He was about to pause and take a moment to admire the snow covered grounds and Forest out the nearest window when he heard a sound from the classroom in front of him. There was a soft thud and a garbled human voice.

Frowning, he crossed the corridor and halted outside the classroom, hesitant to walk in on students who likely didn't want to be disturbed. But then he heard, clearly:

"Stop. No."

"Incarcerous."

"No, no, no, I don't want--"

But Harry had already drawn his wand and kicked open the door.

He vaguely recognised the seventh year, tall and slightly plump with a mop of sandy blond hair. He was struggling to contain the thrashing student he had bent over a desk and looked around with a jump, panting softly, when Harry burst in.

"What the f--?" the seventh year began.

"Get out," barked Harry, indicating to the door pointedly with his wand.

The seventh year stepped away and the student he'd been pinning fell to the floor with a thump, his wrists bound at the small of his back, his ankles tied together with the same gleaming, silvery rope. And then Harry started in shock, because-

"Please," panted Malfoy, writhing on the floor as he tried to free himself.

"Go," Harry said in a low, dangerous voice to the seventh year, and there must have been something in his voice or face because the student quite literally pelted out of the room. Harry heard him running all the way down the corridor.

Harry walked forward slowly. "Malfoy?"

Malfoy thrashed again, out of breath and emitting little sounds of desperation. "Pl-- Just let me go!"

Harry quickly bent down and undid the ropes with a wave of his wand. Then he helped Malfoy sit up and lean back against the desk, still panting.

His face was clammy and his eyes bloodshot, eyeliner smudged, his face abnormally pale, likely with fear.

He was also clearly very, very drunk.

Harry suddenly remembered seeing him at the party earlier, flitting back and forth to and from the table of refreshments. And then he'd disappeared altogether.

Apparently, not with his consent.

"You okay?" Harry asked, hesitantly placing a hand on Malfoy's shoulder.

"I don't want to!" Malfoy declared, jerking off his hand.

Harry immediately held both hands up and away. "Okay, absolutely, yes," he babbled. "I'm not gonna-- nobody's gonna..." He didn't know what to say so he left it unsaid.

Malfoy just sat there, still panting quietly, eyes unfocused and rolling around a bit.

"Do... Do you need to be sick? Do you...need to use the bathroom?" Harry asked after long stretch of silence. Malfoy shook his head, hair flopping into his face. There was some colour in his cheeks now, and when he reached up to messily tuck his hair behind his ear, Harry noticed he was wearing sparkly blue nail polish.

"Bed," Malfoy said suddenly, voice hoarse. Harry nodded and stood up. Malfoy looked up at him in bewilderment. "I don't want to," he repeated, slightly plaintively.

The way he looked in that moment, as though pleading for his life, helpless and incapacitated, Harry's chest tightened.

"Nobody is going to touch you," he promised in a low, steady voice. "I'm just going to see you up to your dorm room. Do you need help standing up or are you good?"

Malfoy looked up at him blankly and then looked away with a sigh, uncrossing his legs and making to stand up. "I need help," he mumbled after a beat.

Harry helped him up and then immediately stepped away. "Come on," he said softly, indicating to the door. "This way."

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Despite having gone to bed only well after 3am after the party, Harry was up by 8. He found Ron awake with Hermione and the three of them went on a walk after breakfast. In the afternoon, Seamus invited them to a snowball fight with the others. After he'd changed out of his sopping clothes later, Harry found himself entrusted with the task of going down to the kitchens to bring up snacks for everybody.

One flight of stairs away from the Entrance Hall, Harry was stopped by a soft voice addressing him.

"Potter."

Harry turned. Sat on the nearest windowsill was Draco Malfoy.

Harry, for some reason, felt his face heat, and absurdly found himself worrying that Malfoy knew that Harry had spent all day thinking of him.

"Hey," Harry replied, nodding. "Alright?"

Malfoy nodded back, expression neutral. Suddenly, Harry wondered if Malfoy even remembered the events of the previous night.

"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked softly, and there was nothing threatening or malicious about the way he spoke.

"Down to the kitchen to nick food," Harry replied honestly, shoving his hands in his pockets. And then, after a moment of hesitation, "How are you...you know, how're you feeling?"

"I feel fine," said Malfoy, a small line appearing between his brows. "Any reason I wouldn't?"

Yeah, he doesn't remember, Harry decided. Then he wondered why he's talking to Harry at all.

"No," Harry said, mouth curving into a crooked smile. "Well, I guess I'd better-" He indicated to the stairs with his head.

Malfoy nodded and said nothing.

Harry was halfway down the stairs when, "Potter."

Harry turned. Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"I-- I just--" Malfoy was very pink in the face. Harry thought him very pretty at that moment. "I'm really grateful for your help last night," Malfoy blurted.

Now Harry went pink. Oh, so you remember, he wants to shout hysterically.

"It was no problem, Malfoy," he said instead. "I'm glad I was there to help." Malfoy just looked blankly at him. "Hermione's always going on about consent," Harry blabbers suddenly. "And you know... You weren't... You didn't...consent."

Malfoy nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his baby blue jumper. "Well, thank you," he said after a few seconds of silently nodding.

"You're welcome."

They stared at one another. Harry was aware of the seconds stretching on and on but he couldn't look away from Malfoy's artfully styled hair and rosy cheeks and sparkly nails and carefully lined eyes.

Then with an awkward and atrociously stupid wave, Harry turned away.

"D'you want to go to Hogsmeade with me later?"

Harry turned, almost slipping off the step and tumbling down the stairs.

"What?" he spluttered at Malfoy who was now scarlet in the face.

"I... I asked if you--" Then Malfoy abruptly seemed to deflate. "Never mind, Potter. Sorry. And thanks again for last night."

Malfoy disappeared around the banister and Harry heard him climbing the stairs while he himself just stood there.

Then, as though jerked into motion by an electric shock, Harry flew back up the stairs.

"Malfoy!" he gasped as he rounded the banister. Malfoy turned, looking surprised. "I-- I'd love to," Harry said, sounding a bit winded.

"What?" Malfoy asked, tilting his head, glossy hair sliding over his eyes.

"Go to Hogsmeade with you," Harry explained. "I'll-- I'd love to go."

Malfoy went brick red but he smiled as he did so, a small, shy smile that made Harry's heart skip a beat.

"Okay," Malfoy nodded, "Six? I'll meet you in the common room," he added, pointing up the stairs with one finger.

Harry grinned. "Cool."

Malfoy grinned back. And then, just as Harry was about to go back down, "Hey, Potter?"

Harry looked back up. "Yeah?"

Malfoy, still scarlet in the face, seemed to be making a physical effort to gather courage. "You... You have my consent."

Speechless and almost faint, Harry just watched him hurry away. Consent for what, he wanted to bellow after him.

Then he decided he'd rather let Malfoy show him what later.

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 𝑜𝒻: 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀

Story features crossover between MHA x reader x MCU after Infinity War.

You can read more of the story on my Wattpad or ao3 :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/n's POV:

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Nothingness...

The fleeting yet reappearing feeling. Oozing in and out like a memory...

Memories...

I could only think of them now.

'Wait.'

My aching head and body lightly stings, but only lightly. I feel my head stir as I finally think properly, and pull myself out of my daydreams filled with memories. The feeling of shock strikes me.

'Where am I?'

My eyes practically pop out of my sockets and the rushed feeling intensifies.

'WHERE AM I?'

"Fuck..." I whisper as I try to sit up on the ground only to spin upward. "What the hell?" I furrow my brows, looking around.

'Where is the ground?' My breath hitches as I finally focus.  'Where is... anything ?'

But even as my eyes are wide open, there is nothing. Literally... nothing. That feeling of nothingness was no joke I guess. All around me is nothing but darkness, and I'm shrouded in the middle of it. My breath becomes erratic as the situation settles in my skin. "What the fuck is going on?" I tear up as I look around. My calloused palms find themselves at the top of my head as my throat stings.

"PETER?!" I cry with a crack in my voice.

'Wait...'

I remember now.

His eyes filled with pain...

With fear...

"PETER!" I sob with gritted teeth.

"I don't wanna go."Those words suddenly find themselves in my head.

"I don't wanna go-

I don't wanna go..."

"PETER!" I cough out weakly. My throat feels like it's being ripped apart.

"Mr. Stark- I don't wanna go-"

My eyes widened again.

'Stark... WHERE'S STARK?!'

"TONY?!"

The memories of the rest of the Avengers come crashing down on me.

"STEVE?!"

"NATASHA!"

"BRUCE!"

The black void around me feels suffocating even with its breathable air. After a while I simply lay slack in the large space veiling around me. "I'm gone... I'm really gone..." I speak gently. A voice crack slips from my lips as hot tears blind my eyes.

'Is this death?'

That single thought sits at the front of my mind as the rest zip through endlessly. It hurts to think. It hurts to feel- to exist . "We failed." It dawns on me. I look down to my still existing body. My tethered and cracked suit. The slick shine of the bolded outlines of metal and colors defining its signature look. The faint red underneath.

'I should have never woken up.'

A shaky sigh leaves me as I allow myself to float without restraint. I close my eyes and try to dream.

'Maybe I can just dream the memories of them until I don't exist.'

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'Yeah...'

'That sounds nice...'

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Tony drew out a long whistle.

"Wheww, what'cha calling this one? The rubix cube 3000?"

I breathed out of my nostrils; humored." I might, it's a... cute name." I continued to tinker around with the small metal box in my hand and swiped my hand across the numerous holograms surrounding my head. I tapped my fingers on the code shown on display in the screens.

"Mm, you challenging my robot-naming skills or what?" He ruffled my hair and turned on his heel to pull up a stool next to me. I smiled.

"Tony, you literally have an AI called Friday ."

"Hey, I think it's a nice name!" The artificial intelligence named after a weekday protested through the speakers. We paused our 'discussion' as Steve walked in with a knock on the futuristic door.

"How's mini-Tony?" He strolled down the stairs of my personal workshop.

"I guess both of you struggle in the naming department." I swiveled my chair around to face the American soldier with a grin. Upon Steve reaching the work table he patted my back in a way that screamed 'concerned dad'.

"Well, smartypants, you need to head to bed in a few minutes. It's 8pm." He leaned on the table with crossed arms.

"Yeesh, 8pm is late to you? I guess what they say about old people sleeping early is true." Tony snickered as he squinted at the code written out on a hologram I was working on. Steve simply scoffed before standing up again and leaving a peck on my forehead. He trekked up the steps again and paused upon standing in the doorway.

"At least turn out the lights at 11."

"Sure thing." I called back before turning to Tony with an expectant look.

"What?"

"Huh, aren't you going to bed too?" I asked mischievously with a smile.

"What makes you say that?"

"I thought you said old people go to bed early."

"Oh hush it, mini-me."

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The light amount of red dribbled down onto my cheekbone from my temple. My breathing was labored, and my heaving chest made my breathing more noisier in the rubble. I slapped my hand on my lips as I could hear faint clicking footsteps echo around the facility .

"You find anything else?" Said a voice.

"Well Cap, I can't really see shit since the wall tore through this little playground they've got goin' on." Said the other.

"Sorry, I think I went too overboard."

"Yeah, just a little ."

Even still, as I tried to not make a sound, panic seeped in. I tried to control my sporadic gasps. I knew what I had to do but...  I was scared.  I hid behind a wall in my cell as they were walking through the wide hallway, occasionally peeking into the other barren cells.  I could hear a soft whir and a click of metal.

"You hear that?"

"Yeah."

I heaved heavily, and tried to shut myself up again by gripping my hand over my mouth tighter. It felt like I couldn't even breathe, like I was going to die...  Within seconds, I couldn't act as the vision of a large shield was in my peripheral vision. It whipped into my view in that split instant, just around the corner I was hidden near. But as I slowly turned my head to look towards, and up, at the person holding the weapon. ..

... he lowered the metal shield. Slowly...

I saw his eyes. They were blue, but most of all... they looked horrified . The skin around his brows wrinkled; eyes wide, and a sharp breath inhaled.

"Tony..."  He looked like he'd seen a ghost upon looking down at my frail body, clutching my stuffed doll.

"Yeah?" The other voice alerted him back to reality, then, he turned the corner too to face me as well. He fell silent. "My god." Were the only words he could muster to say.

I hid my face behind the stuffed plush nervously as the man with the shield squatted down to look at me face to face.

"Hi, don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you." His eyes were laced with terror and sorrow as he looked at my face burrowed in the stuffed doll. I used to always wonder why his eyes looked that genuine look of fear, but know. I cautiously struggling now at the man dressed in red white and blue. He pursed his lips as he looked at the ground; again.

"Nine..." I croaked.

His breath hitched along with the man behind him dressed in metal.  "God dammit..." The one behind him spoke. "Well, we figured out Hydra was making a human circus freak show but this ?" He whispered the last part upon gesturing to me.

The man still kneeling in front of me had a defeated expression; a pained one. "I didn't even know..." His voice trembling, he put his shield behind his back with a clang.

"Hey..." The other gently reassured. "No one did."

The man in front of me gently trembled upon his face softening. He was hesitant to look at my face for too long, but looked at me again with the little might he had left. "What's your name?"

I paused.

'My name?'

I started at the ground, looking down at my bruised legs, my tattered hospital gown and my bare swollen feet.

"I think... it's (Y/n)." I spoke shyly.

" Think ?" The man in metal questioned. My lips pursed nervously as my hold on my stuffed doll tightened.

There was a silence.

"You don't get called it often?" Asked the man kneeled in front of me. I shook my head sluggishly.

"Well... C'mon." The metal man strided up to me then paused. "Let's get you somewhere that's anywhere but this place."

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Tell Me That You Love Me (James Potter x Reader)

PROMPT: James and Y/N are friends with benefits. She fell in love with the Gryffindor, who’s too busy being in love with Lily Evans to realize. After a night of drinking, the truth comes out. 

WARNINGS: mentions of smut (not detailed), underaged drinking, sexual tension, angst? 

WC: 3.5K+ (sorry, i got carried away)

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Trope: Unrequited Love

“Stop sending me mixed signals.”

“Can you kiss me? One last time?”

pt. 2

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tell me that you love me (j.p one shot)

You watched from the corner of the room as the entire Gryffindor Common Room erupted in laughter as the Marauders told the story of one of their infamous pranks. James was positively glowing, dancing under the moonlight that managed to sneak through the curtains. In his hand was a cup, that no doubt contained his alcoholic concoctions that nobody but he dared to try. His eyes closed in glee as he threw his head back in laughter, watching Sirius mimic the way Snape looked after their successful prank. 

You smiled behind your cup, truly enchanted by the boy you found yourself longing for. When you said yes to your agreement, you thought your biggest worry would be an unexpected pregnancy, caused by two teenagers who were too careless for their own good. You thought your biggest worry would be the teasing from the rest of the Marauders— which still happened, just not to the extremity that you expected. You thought that your biggest worry would be some awkward tension after the first time between you and James, that you knew would subside eventually. 

You never thought that you’d fall in love— fall so stupidly, irretrievably, and hopelessly, in love with the boy who loved another. 

You watched his eyes follow Lily as she walked across the room, chatting away with her friends about her latest Potions assignment. James didn’t even try to conceal his affections for her. He always loved her so loudly, as if his silence would mean he loved her any less than he actually did. You just had to sit back and watch as her rejections only fueled him to try harder. It was somewhat admirable, though you knew that you would’ve found it more endearing had you not been in love with him. 

James finally tore his eyes away from Lily, sensing you looking at him from afar. He flashed you a toothy grin, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were plaguing your mind and the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. A playful smirk tugged his lips as he furrowed his eyebrows, lifting his hand up to call you over. 

You shook your head, politely declining as you sipped from your cup. He rolled his eyes, dramatically sighing before making his way to you. He planted himself right in front of you, leaning against the post that was beside him. James ran his fingers down from the top of your arm to your fingers, absentmindedly twisting his fingers with yours. He’s always been an affectionate friend, these simple actions were normal for the both of you, but it didn’t stop your cheeks from burning red. 

He chuckled, watching your reaction, “Do I make you flustered, Y/N? After all this time? After all we’ve done together, me touching your hand, is what gets you flustered?” 

You shoved him, shaking your head to deny his claims, “The alcohol is getting to me, Potter. Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“The alcohol?” he asked, not believing any of your words, “You’ve barely touched your drink. I’m pretty sure you’ve been sipping that drink for the last hour.” 

“Well, excuse me if I don’t want to be pissed drunk tonight,” you hummed, chugging your drink down anyway. 

James licked his lips, watching the lone drop of alcohol slip past your pink lips. He brushed it away with his thumb, collecting the liquid before letting his own tongue taste it. His thumb stayed on top of his lips for a while, keeping you in a trance. You watched his tongue dart out of his mouth, softly licking the pad of his thumb, a teasing smile on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

“Atta girl,” he whispered, peering down at your cup to see it empty. He turned around, picking up a bottle of firewhisky and pouring a generous amount into your cup, “Are you sure you don’t want to be pissed drunk tonight, sweetheart? It’s a good night for it.” 

“I can think of a better way to spend the night.” 

“Oh?” James cocked an eyebrow, a twinkle of mischief evident in his eye. His eyes trailed down your body, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth in the process. “Wanna get out of here?” 

You ignored your better judgement— the voice in your head that told you to put yourself first for once. Deep down you knew you would feel terrible when you woke up to an empty bed in the morning, knowing James never once spent the night. You knew you’d have to smile and nod the next day over breakfast, as James gushed about how gorgeous Lily was. You knew you’d end up alone at the end of the day, at the end of it all. 

But you couldn’t deny him, especially not when he’s looking as handsome as he does with his hair slicked back perfectly and a boyish innocence on his face. He patiently waited for your response, even though he knew you would say yes. James tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, humming in content when you finally nodded. 

His eyes lit up, already getting ready to slip past everyone in the small party to sneak up to your dormitory. James took the cup from your hands and placed it mindlessly on the table next to him. He pointed towards the stairs with his head, motioning for you to follow him. And like a lost puppy, like you always did, you followed right behind him. 

You were almost at the start of the steps, going undetected for the most part, before Peter stopped the both of you. His hand tapped James’ shoulder, causing James to look at him impatiently. Peter didn’t realize what he was interrupting, starting up a conversation with you and James, to which you replied to with one word answers. 

James shot you an apologetic look, intertwining your hands together. He mouthed, “Sorry.” 

Clearing your throat, you finally spoke up with a sentence to offer the babbling boy, “Hey, Peter. James and I were just going to get some important stuff done, is there something in particular that you needed us for?”

The boy paused as if trying to remember if there was something important. Then he snapped up, tuning to face James, “Oh! Lily is looking for you.” 

And just like that, you became nobody to James Potter. 

His hand let go of yours as he pushed past you, running to where Lily stood. You grunted as his shoulder collided with yours, hissing in pain as you began to massage it. You watched his smile reach from ear to ear, heart breaking as he looked at Lily with pure adoration in his eyes. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding before stealing the cup that stayed untouched in Peter’s hand, drowning it in one go. 

You coughed, a scowl evident on your face, “What in the hell was that?” 

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “Prongs made it.” 

“Dammit,” you muttered, already anticipating a mean hangover the next day. “So much for not getting pissed drunk.”

It seemed like tonight was just the night of bad decisions. You continued to ignore your better judgement, taking any and every drink being offered to you. You figured that if you weren’t going to get laid tonight, you might as well get drunk. Sirius shot you a wink as he slid over a cup with clear liquid in it. 

You stared at it, fearing that it would be the last shot you take before you pass out. You lost count of how many drinks you’ve had over the past hour and a half. You shook your head, sliding it back to him, “No more for me, Pads.” 

“Come on, Y/N/N,” he groaned, sliding it back to you again, “You’re the only one who can keep up with me.” 

You reluctantly took the cup in your hand, ignoring Sirius’ silent celebration that you’re still standing with him. You drank the liquid quickly, gagging at the awful taste it left in your mouth, “You will literally be the death of me, Sirius Black.” 

“Don’t go dying on me, Y/L/N,” Sirius chuckled, bidding you a goodbye, “We’re supposed to live forever!” 

You sat on the couch, watching as students began to head up to their dormitories. It felt like you were silently watching everyone’s life pass you by, noticing things that you probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to if you were sober. You noticed two fifth years giggling and scurrying away to the girls’ dormitories, hands roaming each other’s bodies. The boy began to kiss up her neck and she pulled him flush to her chest before they disappeared into the night. 

James was alone now, a goofy smile still on his face. He saw you sitting by yourself and plopped down next to you, half leaning on your body for support. He smelled different— like strawberries and flowers, like Lily. He let his head fall onto your lap. You sent him a tight-lipped smile, brushing his hair away from his forehead with your fingers. He snuggled deeper into your touch, a giddy hum slipping past his parted lips. Your mind was hazy, the alcohol finally catching up to you. You closed your eyes for a quick second, trying to calm the pounding in your head. 

James poked your side, startling your moment of peace, “You tired?” 

“You can say that,” you nodded, eyes fluttering closed. The alcohol in your system took over your senses. Words began to slip past your lips before you could think them through, “Stay?”

He looked up at you, his head laying flat on your lap. James knew he shouldn’t stay. It would be weird— two friends falling asleep on the couch together, friends who also happen to have sex every other day, but he looked at your tired figure and decided one night wouldn’t hurt. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around your waist, “Sure, Y/N/N.” 

“Thanks, Prongs.”

James stared at the ceiling, thinking of Lily. He was making progress, he knew it. Lily was now looking for him, wanting to talk to him first. He smiled to himself, replaying their short conversations in his mind. He stirred around, shifting his body to fit snugly on the couch. He had so much energy in his body from the alcohol and the adrenaline he got after he walked Lily back to her dormitory. James could’ve swore she blushed when he wished her a goodnight. 

He felt you move from under him, an indication that you were still awake, as he was. James cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a while, “Hey, Y/N/N?”

You kept your eyes closed, “Yes?” 

“Do you think Lily would ever fall in love with me?” 

Your eyes opened up, his words sparking a fuse in you. Suddenly, you were wide awake, the tiredness from the drinks you had were now replaced with boldness and to your dismay, recklessness. Without missing a beat you replied, “She’d be crazy not to.” 

“Yeah?” he asked, fondness laced through his voice. He looked up at you, extending his neck to be able to stare at you in the eyes. “You really think so?” 

 “‘Course, Prongs,” you gulped, trying to disguise the tears in your eyes as glossiness from your high. You decided to cut the tension with a joke, hoping that he won’t take notice of the way your voice shook as you spoke, “But then again, you can be pretty annoying so I wouldn’t blame her if she wanted nothing to do with you.” 

“Stop sending me mixed signals,” he groaned, sitting up from his earlier spot. “You know I’m in love with her.” 

You instantly missed his weight on you, a pang of jealousy hit you square in the chest. You let yourself smile at his words, fighting back the feelings that wanted to burst out of you. The liquid courage wasn’t helping the cause. You pushed his shoulder playfully, “Only joking. Lily would be absolutely mental not to fall in love with you, too.” 

Your words gave James new-found hope. He began to talk about how beautiful Lily was, completely ignoring the way you faced away from him as he began to declare his love for her, yet again. You sniffled quietly, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your jumper. James continued to speak, looking at the fire in the distance, love practically oozing out of eyes. 

He sighed, adoringly in love, “She’s the best girl I’ve ever met, Y/N/N. Like I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as great as her. Merlin! I don’t think I’d ever meet anyone as great as her. Isn’t she amazing?” 

You weakly nodded, exhausted from holding in your sobs, “Yeah, Prongs she is.”

“Yeah, and she’s so smart— Hey, what’s wrong?” he frowned, noticing the tears that stubbornly slipped from your eyes, “Why are you crying?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy in front of you— completely panicked, trying to figure out how on earth he should comfort a woman. You stared at him, feeling yourself fall deeper and deeper with every breath that he let past his lips. You cupped his face with your hand, knowing full well that you were no longer in control of your thoughts. If he were to ask you what’s wrong again, you were going to tell him. All of your sober thoughts will be spilled by your drunk self. 

So you let yourself take advantage of this moment— this final moment— before you let go of James Potter forever. 

You rubbed his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb, running over the new scar he got from playing Quidditch last week. You stared at his lips, remembering the way they felt like home whenever he kissed you. You studied his features, knowing it will be a long time from now before you get to be this close to him again. You smiled at him sadly, trying to look past the look of confusion on his beautiful face. 

“Prongs,” you whispered, lips trembling, “Prongs, I… I’m in love with you.” 

He sat there for a moment, completely silent, before he backed away from your touch. He backed up until his back hit the other side of the couch, wincing as the hard cushion jabbed against the small of his back. He stared at you in disbelief. James thought his ears were deceiving him because you? In love with him? That wasn’t possible. A nervous chuckle filled the silence, “Good one, Y/N.” 

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands. You knew you had half your foot in the door at this point, there was no turning back now. You spoke into your palms, “I wish I was kidding.” 

“But-... Y/N, we- no, no. We agreed, didn’t we?” he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends of it in frustration. “We agreed we wouldn’t catch feelings! I agreed, Y/N. You did too!”

“Sorry my feelings didn’t follow our binding contract,” you sarcastically remarked, half-irritated and half-nervous at his words, “I don’t know if you’re aware, Prongs, but feelings don’t really follow the rules.” 

“Y/N,” he sighed angrily, pacing over to you. “No! This—” he motioned between the two of you, “—can’t happen.” 

You knew the answer to your next question, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking it anyway, “Why not James?” 

“You know why.” 

“Say it, anyway.” 

“I’m not gonna say it now that I know—”

You pushed back, “Know what?” 

James waved his hands around like a maniac, “This! You! Us! Now that I know about how you feel…. Ugh, Merlin’s beard, Y/N! I’m not gonna say it just to hurt you.”

“Why not?” you spat, getting up to confront him. “You didn’t have a problem gushing to me about your precious Lily a few minutes ago. Didn’t seem to have a problem talking about her right after you pull out of me, every single damn time. Prongs, you didn’t have a problem saying it then!”

“Because I didn’t know!” his voice was stern, but he lowered his volume, becoming aware of the time. He didn’t want to wake anyone up and have them listen into this conversation that the two of you were having now. “Y/N, I didn’t know that you… felt this way.” 

You flinched as he shuddered, “No need to act like it’s the plague, James. My feelings for you aren’t bad.” 

He ignored your comment, pacing back and forth in front of the fire, “Y/N, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you fall in love with me?” he asked, grimacing as the words rolled off his tongue, “Why did you not say anything before your feelings got stronger? We could’ve stopped this! Why now? Just… why?”

You pondered his questions for a moment, trying to figure out how you were going to phrase your words together. You took a deep breath, “I-I didn’t mean to, James. Trust me, if I realized that I was falling in love with you, I would’ve stopped this too. It’s just.. It happened so fast, Prongs. I think I woke up one day and it just clicked, y’know?” 

You let out a wet chuckle, hoping that he would laugh along with you. 

He didn’t. 

You continued, “I think a part of me always has been in love with you, even before we made this deal or whatever you wanna call it. It just took me a while to realize it and once I did, I was selfish. I thought you’d realize that maybe you had feelings for me too.” 

“You’re drunk,” he finally said. He shook his head, refusing to believe the words that he was hearing. “You’re just drunk and talking out your arse.”

“Potter, I’m serious!” you groaned, you pulled him by his forearm, twisting him around to face you. His chest collided with yours, the close proximity making you shiver. You felt his fingers touch the skin of your back, exposed by your jumper that hiked up. His hands found their way to your hips, like it always did. “I’m so in love with you, James. Is there any part of you that feels the same way?” 

He stopped breathing. James’ eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips. His head slowly inched closer to yours, leaning down in an angle that seemed to almost capture your lips in a kiss. You felt his breath exhale from his mouth, the scent of firewhisky clouding your senses. You closed your eyes, awaiting the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. The feeling that you dreamt about every night and wished to wake up to every morning. 

But it never came. 

James’ hand pulled away from your skin, as if he was burned by touching you. He didn’t back away yet, he just let himself stand with his chest pressed against yours, but not daring to do anything else. His forehead knocked against yours softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt your eyelashes tickle his cheeks. You reluctantly opened your eyes, knowing that the minute you two made eye contact would be the end of whatever it was that you shared— agreement, friendship, relationship, whatever it was, will only be a memory. 

James opened his eyes, moving his head away from yours. He stared into your eyes, feeling guilty for the next words that he was about to say. He whispered, so softly, you almost didn’t catch it, “I’m in love with Lily.” 

A choked sob escaped your body, despite your protests against it. You quickly placed a hand over your mouth, not missing the way James cringed at the sound. You managed to put on a smile, although it was a pathetic one, you were proud of yourself for it. You nodded, weakly, feeling him pull away from you, “I know.” 

James walked backwards on his way back to the boys’ dormitories. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, so vulnerable and broken and alone in the middle of the Common Room. He stopped before he reached the first step, debating on what he should do next. 

You met his eyes, seeing the pity that filled them. Your pride was already long gone. It left the minute you confessed your love for him, knowing full well he was in love with someone else. So you spoke up before he disappeared into the dark of the night, before he left your life forever, “Can you kiss me? One last time?” 

“Y/N…”

You closed your eyes, breathing out of your nose. Your chest grew heavy, knowing him well enough to know what that tone of his voice meant. No. 

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with an empty Common Room. You stared at the spot where James once stood, listening to the sound of his receding footsteps tapping against the steps as he walked up to his dormitory. 

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Rafe Cameron x Routledge!reader

Requested by @shanetoo​ / Summary: You’re the pogue princess, aka John B’s little sister, and Rafe has fallen head over heels for you. How will Rafe react to his newfound feelings, especially when he sees you as Kie’s date to the Midsummer party?

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“Hey it’s the pogue princess.” Rafe announces as he walks up to the bar at the country club.

You roll your eyes at his nickname for you as you walk up to the bar, “What would you like Mr. Cameron?”

He leans against the bar, “bourbon, neat.”

You nod and begin making it. Remembering what your brother told you, you knew kooks were horrible people, but this was your work and you had to be nice to them, especially if you want to keep your job. You knew the Kooks were supposed to be the world’s worst, but Rafe was always nice to you. You really had no idea why, so in return you were nice too. Plus he was handsome with his hair slicked back and raybans around his neck. “How’d you do today?”

“Shot a 92. Better than last weekend.” He glances over his shoulder, Topper and Kelce would be in here soon and he didn’t want this conversation to end. This is what he looked forward to every weekend. He’d play a round of golf, then come in here and get a drink and talk with you while Topper and Kelce went to the locker room to change. It was the only safe place he knew he could talk to you without it being questioned.

You nod, “Yeah you shot… what a 117 last weekend?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “it wasn’t a good day on the greens.”

You laugh a little and slide the drink over to him, “$8.50.” (really not sure if that’s a good price for a bourbon at a country club?? Lmao)

He hands over a $20 bill, “Put the rest in the tip.” He gives you quick wink and takes a sip of his drink, “You always make the best.” Pointing at the drink he walks out to the back patio where Topper and Kelce were waiting.

~

You were John B’s little sister, he knew that. He shouldn’t feel this way toward you, a kook, but you can’t help who you fall for. Why was there the pogues vs kooks anyways? He wished it was nonexistent so he wouldn’t have to worry about someone finding out about his feelings for you. You felt the same way about him, but he was a kook. John B and the pogues would kill you if they knew about your feelings for the kook king, Rafe Cameron. You wished they would at least give him a chance.

“Please come with me?” Kie begs. She’d asked you to be her date to the Midsummer’s party, but you were supposed to work the party.

“Kie, I’m working the party.”

“Take off for the night, they have plenty of bartenders working that night.”

You sigh before agreeing, “I don’t have anything to wear though.”

“It’s a good thing you have my closet!” She motions to her closet, “let’s pick you out something.”

~

Kie fixed your hair and your make up. You’d chosen a slim baby pink dress and a pair of wedges. She slipped a pretty flower in your hair, “There. You look gorgeous!”

She turns you around in the chair so you can see yourself in the mirror and you didn’t even recognize yourself. You weren’t a pogue tonight, you were a kook. “Thank you, Kie.” You smile, “I love it.”

“Let’s go see what the pogues think.” You and Kie descend down the stairs where the pogues are waiting. JJ is in his serving tux, John B was helping Pope and his dad with the grill and was dressed in shorts and black shirt, matching with Pope.

John B looks around your shoulder, “Does anyone know where my sister went?”

You roll your eyes and hit him in the chest, “Asshole.”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulder, “You love me! Now just because you’re going to this party with Kie, doesn’t make you a kook. So, no boys, especially kook boys. Me and the boys will be watching you.” He does the finger motion with his eyes.

You groan, “Seriously, John B? I’m literally only a few minutes younger than you. I don’t need a chaperon.”

“Gotta keep an eye out for my baby sister. Sorry not sorry.” He gives a shrug.

~

The first place he went to when he arrived with his family was the bar, but you weren’t in sight. He could have sworn you told him you’d be working the party. It honestly put him in a bad mood. He stood with Kelce and Topper, sipping his drink, when Topper tapped him in the chest, pointing behind Rafe, “Isn’t that Routledge’s sister?”

Rafe turned around so quick and there you were, walking arm and arm with Kie. He’d only ever seen you a couple times outside of the bar and that was at the boneyard, but even then, you were in your country club uniform, coming straight from work.

“Dude, she looks hot.” Topper comments, “I didn’t know a pogue could look like that.”

Rafe’s fingers tightened around his glass, “Topper, shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying. I bet you I can get her to come home with me tonight.” Topper laughs.

“You’re with my sister remember?” Rafe snaps, “There’s no you trying to get her to come home with you tonight.” Rafe watched as you and Kie made your way through the crowd, dancing to the music. You’d caught the eyes of a few other kooks. They were already looking your way. He throws the rest of his drink back and starts heading your way, but another guy has beat him to it. He decides against it and heads back to the bar.

You had glanced around for Rafe but still hadn’t spotted him, so you decided one dance with this one guy wouldn’t hurt. After the song ended, you were quick to slip away from the guy, “I’m going to find my friend.”

His grip tightened, “Come on, let me take you inside?”

“I’m good-”

“She said she’s good man. back off.” Rafe gives the guy a little shove and the guy lets go of you, rolling eyes before walking off.

You look up at Rafe and he runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. “Thanks for that.”

He nods, “Yeah. Yeah of course.” He flashes his signature smile, “I thought you were working tonight.”

“Kie invited me so I got someone else to cover my shift.”

He nods, “Well, you look beautiful.”

You blush, glancing down at your dress and then back at him, “Didn’t know I could wear anything else besides khaki’s and a white polo, did you?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No.”

You laugh, “It’s Kie’s. I didn’t have anything nice to wear.”

“It looks great on you.” He runs his hand over his chin and then scratches the back of his neck, “I um better go. Dinner should start be starting soon.”

You nod, “Yeah. I better go find Kie.”

The two of you part ways. He goes and sits with his family, you go to sit with Kie and her family.

~

Soon after dinner, the Cameron’s are asked to speak and then Ward takes Rose to the dance floor to dance. Topper does the same thing with Sarah and Rafe stands off to the side. He hadn’t brought a date, didn’t really care too.

You watch the Cameron’s, talking quietly with Kie, saying how pretty Rose dress was and that’s when you see Rafe standing over to the side. He didn’t have a date to dance with?

He knows he looks stupid up here while his whole family is having some dance with their partners, so his eyes start to scan the crowd, and there at a back table was you. He could see you and Kie leaned in close, talking over the music. He knew he was probably going to get looks for this, but at this moment he didn’t care. Screw the pogues vs kooks. Screw the kooks. Screw what people would think. He wants to dance with you. He makes his way across the dancefloor and straight to you at the table. He holds his hand out to you, giving a smile, “Would you like to dance?”

People around you gasped, especially the kook girls surrounding you. You were a pogue and Rafe picked you out of the crowd to dance with?

You know people were looking, especially your brother and pogues, but you didn’t care. Screw them. Your hand fits into his and you smile, “I’d love too..” Standing from your seat, he leads you to the middle of the dancefloor, pulling you close. Your hand is in his, the other on his shoulder and his other hand is on your lower back.

“People are staring.” You whisper, glancing around.

“Let them stare. They’re just jealous of you.” He whispers back. His forehead goes to yours and both of you close your eyes in content, as the two of you sway to the music. Your brother was going to kill you.

As the song ends, there’s some clapping for Ward and Rose, but you and Rafe don’t pull away as quickly as the rest.

“Want to get out of here?” He asks, pulling away to look at you.

Biting your lip, you nod, “My brother is going to kill me.”

He chuckles, “Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He leads you away from the party and toward the beach. Slipping off your heels, the two of you start across the beach.

“Y/n Routledge!” You glance back to see John B making his way out to the beach after you, anger written all over his face.

“Shit!” You and Rafe laugh as you two break into a run, heading toward the parking lot, leaving John B in the dust. Rafe pulls you through the line of cars and straight for the tree lines. He puts you between him and the tree and puts a finger to his lips. You hold back a giggle as you hear John B yell again.

He laughs quietly looking down at you. Suddenly, it’s like the world stopped turning. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek and gets lost in your eyes. The two of you are breathing heavily, looking into each other’s eyes, but he doesn’t lean in.

“Kiss me, you fool.” You whisper, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him to you, pressing your lips against yours.

He kisses back passionately before finally pulling away for air, “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks,” He whispers against your lips.

Both of you smile into the kiss and you nod, “I was getting tired of asking about your golf game. I didn’t care.”

He chuckles, “I hate bourbon. It’s the only drink I could think about when I saw you a couple weeks ago and you asked what I wanted.” He then pulls you back into a kiss.

Your brother was definitely going to kill you.

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[fruitcoops]

Hey!! So if u want to, could u write a short fic or smth for number 25, because I am LIVING for a scenario where sirius just playfully bites remus and then he gets like super horny or the other way around.

The biting isn’t the central part of this fic, but all three parts of this series involve a solid amount of playful spicy bites. Here’s the third and final part of the night of Remus’ first goal! This has been a wild ride and honestly gave me great practice for smut writing, so thanks to everyone who supported the miniseries!

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for restraint (holding, mentioned once), a teeny-tiny moment of injury angst, and sickening domesticity. Oh, and the smut of course.

Whoever figures out the song this series was inspired by first gets a shoutout in my next fic! Hint: look at the titles...

They wasted no time in getting up to the bedroom again. Sirius tripped over his own shirt in the rush and grabbed it off the stair as Remus laughed his ass off a few steps ahead, despite the fact that his own long sleeve was still abandoned by the front door.

Their sheets were a mess from the night’s previous activities, but Sirius was too busy falling even more deeply in love to really care as they laid down on their sides, tangling their legs together and smiling into each kiss. “Are you sure you’ve got one more in you?” he asked, half-teasing.

“Do you?” Remus hooked his ankle around Sirius’ calf and rolled on top of him, cradling his face in his hands as Sirius lovingly felt along every bump of his spine. He was still a little foggy from the mind-melting blowjob, to be honest—nonetheless, he felt a familiar pool of heat gathering low in his abdomen as Remus shifted.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sirius murmured, slipping his fingers through soft caramel waves. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“I want you,” Remus said again with more emphasis as he skimmed his hands under Sirius’ waistband. “My second goal only happened because of your perfect assist.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who got it in—hmmm.” He rolled his hips and Remus’ warm palms squeezed his ass gently. Lips moved down his neck, pausing to nip a hickey on the hinge of his jaw. A shiver ran through him, and he felt Remus grin. “I love it when you do that.”

“I can tell.” Sirius moved his hands further down, but Remus reached up and pinned them to the bed by his wrists. “Nope.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You asked me what I want, and I want you.” Remus loosened his hold and leaned back to scan his face. “Is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Consent is sexy.” Remus snapped the edge of his waistband lightly, looking around. “Do you know where the lube is?”

“What?” Sirius sat up on his elbows. “Wasn’t it on the bed?”

“I thought so, but I don’t see it anywhere.” After a moment of deliberation, Remus slid off his lap and began to straighten the sheets out, muttering under his breath. “It was here, right? I’m not going crazy?”

“Non, it definitely was.” Sirius got to his feet and joined the search, but he didn’t see the blue-tinted bottle anywhere. “Okay, you took it out of the dresser and hit your hand, then I put it here—” He tapped the right side of the bed. “—and I don’t think it moved much until after the thigh incident when we used it again.”

“Have we become those old people already?” Remus asked as he got to his knees and reached under the bed. “I’m 25, I can’t lose track of the lube yet. That’s got to be some sort of warning sign.”

“The only warning sign is that we’re both going to go to bed horny if we don’t find it,” Sirius grumbled, picking a dust bunny off his hand and shuddering.

“…not necessarily.”

He paused. “Fair point. Oh! Found it!” They must have moved more than Sirius remembered, because the lube had ended up wedged between the nightstand and the bedframe. “If I find any spiders down here, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you’ll be screaming alright,” Remus said as he flopped down on the bed and winked down at him.

“See, I know you love me when you still make sex jokes while I’m elbow-deep in dust because both of us are too lazy to move these and vacuum.” He groped around for a second longer before his fingers closed around a familiar tube and he drew his arm out. Unfortunately, something brushed against the back of his hand mere inches from the light and he shouted in alarm, scrambling away from the nightstand like it burned him.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked, looking mildly alarmed.

Sirius scooted forward slowly, all his senses on high alert as he retrieved the lube. “Oh my fucking god, Remus.”

“What?”

“A sock? Really?” He reached back in and grabbed the stray sock, shaking it out as evidence. “I thought this was a spider!”

Remus was clearly biting back a smile as Sirius threw the sock in the laundry hamper that was literally three feet from the bed. “I love you?”

“I love you, too.”

“Now that you’ve successfully completed your rescue mission, can I make it up to you?” He sat up on his knees and drew Sirius back in with two arms around his waist, leaning up for a kiss.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Sirius said as he obliged, allowing himself to be pushed into the mattress as Remus returned to his earlier position. The slight break had definitely had a negative effect on his general horniness, but it came back quickly enough under the heated touch of his fiancé. By the time Remus got around to sliding his pants down his legs, he was a puddle of bliss.

“Are you ready?” Remus asked, kissing the dip of his hipbones. “For real this time.”

“Hell yes.” Sirius handed him the lube and settled back into the pillows with a sigh, closing his eyes as the cap clicked and one of Remus’ hands pushed his thighs apart.

He took his time, mapping Sirius’ torso with kisses and love bites while his long fingers pulled and pressed in all the right places. It wasn’t until Sirius was keening on every breath that he finally slicked himself, distracting him from the initial pressure with a bruising kiss that seemed more fitting with the energy they had come to the house with all those few hours ago. “You’re so loud.” Remus grinned against his cheek when a particularly excellent thrust made Sirius moan.

“Says you,” he managed, nipping at his earlobe. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“How should we celebrate that beautiful assist?” Remus asked. Sirius was rather glad he sounded like he wasn’t expecting an answer, because at that moment his shaft slid against his prostate and the world went staticky for a second. “This seems to be working well enough.”

“You’re too coherent,” Sirius panted, gripping his waist tightly. “Merde, sweetheart, there—this night was supposed to be about getting you off.”

Remus’ quiet laugh was a little too tense around the edges to be as casual as he clearly wanted to make it and a sense of satisfaction joined the bubbling arousal in Sirius’ abdomen. “Believe me, baby, this is doing it well enough.”

“I can do better than ‘well enough’,” Sirius muttered, hitching his leg up and flipping them over to slide onto his lap slowly, relishing in the steady drag. He let his head fall back slightly and adjusted his knees into a better position. “Huh. This is actually kind of difficult after a game.”

“Told you so.” Beneath his hands, Remus’ chest was heaving, and he looked back down to see his eyes were wide.

Take it slow, he reminded himself. “At first I thought you were just being a baby about it, but apparently not,” he teased, pushing himself up a few inches before dropping down.

Thankfully, Remus didn’t immediately kick him out of the bed for bringing up the thigh incident. Instead, he cocked one eyebrow and started pushing his hips up to meet Sirius’ movements. “When have I ever been a baby about anything?”

Sirius pretended to think for a moment, then dissolved into laughter when Remus smacked him on the thigh. “Never, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Remus pushed him down with slightly more force and Sirius’ knees jerked inward reflexively. “Oooo, okay then.”

He did it again and Sirius’ back bowed, forcing him to prop his elbows on Remus’ chest. The sparkles faded from his vision after an indeterminate amount of time and he tried in vain to catch his breath, twisting a handful of sheets in his hand. “Close.”

“Close to what?” Remus’ voice was low and a little raspy, sending tingles down his spine.

“Close.”

“Not yet, you’re not. Can you sit up?” Sirius’ forearms nearly gave out, but he succeeded. Remus stopped moving beneath him. “Can you—can you loosen your grip a bit?”

“Huh?” Sirius blinked away some of the muddled dizziness; the snarky, dominant angles of Remus’ face had faded, replaced by discomfort. He frowned and let go of his shoulders, which he had been gripping for leverage and emotional support and—“Oh. Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just a little tight,” Remus assured him, running his hands along Sirius’ waist and ribs. The marks on his skin where Sirius’ fingertips had dug in were light, all things considered, but guilt trickled in when he saw the placement. “Hey. I’m fine, baby, really.”

“I’m so sorry, Re. I should’ve been paying more attention—”

“Stop. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

Remus squeezed his hips lightly. “Look at me, Sirius. I’m okay. It was not your fault. Honestly, I’m a little flattered that I could make you stop thinking.” He reached up and pressed his thumb between Sirius’ eyebrows to smooth out the worry crease.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Consent is sexy,” he reminded him. Remus smiled up at him, bright and brilliant and so beautiful, then closed his eyes as Sirius circled his hips. This closeness with Remus never failed to set him alight from the inside, no matter how they did it. He was exhausted from the game and from coming twice already, but he was afraid he’d simply burn up if he stopped moving now.

“Oh, fuck,” Remus choked out; one of his knees drew up against Sirius’ lower back, which tilted him at just the right angle to brush his sweet spot with every thrust. “Fuck, baby, yes.”

The last shred of awareness left in his mind registered a string of desperate sounds rushing from his lungs, half-syllables of Remus’ name between wobbling whimpers and pleas for more, more, more.

“Come on, come for me.” He knew that voice. That voice featured in all of his best dreams, starred in his favorite memories, and highlighted everything he needed. That voice brought him home when he was lost in the dark. “Sirius, come for me.”

A wave of pleasure ripple down his back and he came, gasping and writhing, distantly acknowledging Remus’ moan when he followed suit with a final push. His thighs were completely numb when he laid down on his back, turning to drink in the sight of Remus’ flushed profile in the low light. He could barely see the places his fingers had been before around the pink of his post-orgasm skin. “Can we skip the shower?” he asked after a moment of astonished silence.

Remus nodded, laughing lightly as he looked over. “Yes, we definitely can.”

“I hate going to bed all sticky, but I don’t think my legs are functioning anymore.”

Remus kissed the tip of his nose and rolled onto his side so their knees touched. “I would love to agree with whatever you just said, but your accent is so thick right now and my brain is gone, which is not the ideal combination.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sirius murmured, kissing him chastely on the lips and wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him close. “C’est bon.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Remus yawned, snuggling closer and tangling their calves together.

“Hey.”

“Hmmm?”

“You played your first NHL game. And you scored two goals.”

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“I played next to you in my first NHL game.”

A slow, sleepy smile spread across Sirius’ face. “Yeah, you did.”

[ohayohimawari]

And it was Love at First Brawl

A drabble written for Day 7 of @kakaobiweek Violet | Music | Fantasy

This is another humorous piece appropriate for teen-and-up readers and set in a modern AU.

This drabble is heavily inspired by my good friend @azuzeldraws incredible art series, Metal Konoha, and I dedicate this chapter to her. Thank you, Zu, for letting us use your amazing work to promote this event!

And it was Love at First Brawl

It was one of those Friday nights when Kakashi left the restaurant with a stomach full of his favorite supper and an empty soul after dining alone.

Though the day neared its end, Konoha’s club district was just beginning to wake. The streets were full of jaywalkers, inexperienced parallel-parkers, and the night owl versions of early birds lined up in boisterous queues waiting for the bars to open.

Kakashi felt entirely out of place and maybe almost too old for this scene while he dutifully waited at the corner for the pedestrian crossing light to signal his turn. He stepped into the crosswalk once it was safe, and he saw a man on the opposite side, jogging towards the intersection to cross before the light changed.

Kakashi stopped in his tracks in the middle of the street, entirely entranced.

He watched the individual blades of the other man’s black, unruly hair as they bounced with each step. He wore a t-shirt that fitted him like he was born to wear it and a healthy glow on every inch of exposed skin. His sparkling eyes met Kakashi’s as he trotted past him on the street and offered a greeting through a roguish grin. “Hey.”

And that was all it took.

Being a classic lit teacher, he had a multitude of words at his disposal. That man was vivacity personified, and Kakashi turned on his heel, following him with his eyes. The dark-haired man ran right up to the door of the seediest bar on the street and gleefully skipped up the stairs. He exchanged laughter and a handshake with the bouncer and disappeared inside.

The pedestrian light flashed red, alerting Kakashi that he still stood in the middle of the street. His feet moved of their own accord, and a moment later, his brain agreed with their plan. He retraced his steps, abandoning his intention to go home, knowing he would abandon much more than that for a chance to meet the stranger that charmed him.

As driven as he was, Kakashi hesitated for a moment outside of the club, assessing it. The sidewalk in front of it was littered with empty bottles and cigarette butts, and two people appeared to be doing something he didn’t want to interrupt in the shadows of the alley next to it. Then, he assessed himself.

He was dressed more casually than usual, out for a date with nobody but him, wearing a t-shirt that featured a band called ROOT. He had no idea who they were, or why they used all capital letters, but his students chose it from the trendy store Boiling Subject as a gift for him, and it was comfortable after wearing a tie all day. Deciding that his attire was appropriate for the venue, Kakashi walked up the stairs that led to the door, where he was stopped by the same menacing bouncer that laughed only moments before.

“You sure you wanna do this?” The man growled through scarred lips.

“Pretty sure,” Kakashi replied, though his confidence wavered.

“We don’t want any trouble.” The man’s muscles bulged in a show of strength as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I don’t want to bring any,” Kakashi replied, honestly.

“Let him in, Ibiki.” A pony-tailed bartender wearing a high-cut shirt that showed more cleavage than fabric chastised the bouncer.

“Whatever you say, Anko,” Ibiki moved aside to allow Kakashi into the bar.

As foreboding as the exchange was, it caught the attention of the handsome dark-haired stranger who stood at the bar. Bolstered, Kakashi stood in the space next to him.

“What can I getcha, hon?” Anko tossed a stained cardboard coaster onto the bar in front of him.

“A beer,” Kakashi ordered as if he’d never been to a pub before, too nervous to recall his favorite drink.

Anko retrieved a bottle from the cooler behind her while Kakashi withdrew a few bills from his wallet. Then, he wrapped his hand around the bottle of Lone Ninja Star she offered after opening it with her teeth.

Kakashi ignored how unhygienic it was to take a sip from the bottle as he did it, glancing around the bar, looking everywhere but at the man that led him there. It was half-full of patrons in various stages of sobriety and had a stage all set up and waiting for a band to perform. When he finished noting where all the emergency exits were, the most incredible thing happened.

“Cheers,” Mr. Vivacity said, bringing their beer bottles together in a toast.

“Cheers,” Kakashi replied, then pulled a long swig from the bottle, savoring the moment that the man of his dreams had spoken first.

“So, uh,” the dark-haired man glanced down at Kakashi’s shirt, and a chuckle bubbled out of him, “you like this band too?” He tilted his head in the direction of the stage.

“Um, yeah," Kakashi stammered, "I mean, yes. Yes, I do."

"Cool," Mr. Vivacity replied with a smile that made Kakashi's knees buckle. "Which of their CDs is your favorite?"

Kakashi's quick mind kicked into gear on the spot. If the band had multiple releases, then the safest answer would be, "I think their first one."

"Really?" The dark-haired man appeared pleasantly surprised. "So, you're an old-school fan, huh?"

“Yep, I guess I am,” Kakashi laughed a little awkwardly and brought his beer back to his lips.

“I think my favorite track on that one is, Kill Me With Your Kekkei Genkai,” Mr. Vivacity nodded, thinking aloud, and Kakashi felt his eyes bulge, worried that he might not be able to keep up the facade. But then he was spared when the other man suddenly changed the subject. “By the way, my name is—”

“Crybaby Tobi, you finally made it!” A man with slicked blonde hair and wearing a shirt with religious cult symbols literally crashed into their conversation, spilling his beer on Kakashi’s shirt.

The unwelcome interruption glanced at him. “My bad,” he drawled unapologetically, looking down at the soiled shirt. Then, his eyes shot up to meet Kakashi’s.

“WHOA! You’ve got balls, man!”

“Thank you,” Kakashi decided to take it as a compliment, turning towards the bar to grab a few napkins. He blotted at his shirt when Anko shouted to him that there was a hot air dryer in the men’s room, and, as much as Kakashi didn’t want to walk away from Mr. Crybaby before he could learn his real name, he didn’t want to stand there like an idiot in a wet ROOT t-shirt.

By the time he exited the bathroom, a makeshift merchandise table had appeared near it, so he bee-lined to it to learn more about the band to contribute to a conversation about them. At least, now he knew the band’s name was ANBU, and he wondered what was up with bands using all capital letters.

He had barely begun to browse the tracklist on the back of one of the CDs when the purple-haired, facial-pierced woman at the table asked, “You gonna buy that?”

Something about her tone made Kakashi feel obligated to pull out his wallet, and he handed over a twenty-dollar bill.

“I don’t have change for that,” she deadpanned, bored, and sarcastic.

Suddenly, the bar erupted with shouting, so Kakashi quickly grabbed a second CD to even out the exchange and hurried back to the bar and Mr. Vivacity, or Crybaby, or whoever he was.

Then, his heart sank when he saw that the other man wasn’t there anymore.

Kakashi stood in front of the stage feeling like the biggest fish out of water when the club’s sound system screamed into life with the ear-splitting sound of feedback through the amps. Kakashi covered his ears and spun around in time to catch the band taking their positions onstage.

The singer set down a six-pack next to his mic and yanked one can of beer free from it. He held it sideways in his hand, pulled out a kunai, and stabbed it in the middle before bringing the punctured hole to his mouth.

“Tenzō! Tenzō! Tenzō!” The crowd chanted while he shotgunned the beer and cheered when he crushed the empty can against his head. He grabbed the microphone in front of him when his large, almond eyes made bigger by copious amounts of black eyeliner landed on Kakashi.

“What the fu —” He roared, launching himself off the stage, tackling Kakashi to the ground.

Even though he was a classic lit teacher, Kakashi held his own for a long time in a fight against a bar full of punks until he took one bottle to the head too many and woke up in the alley next to the bar.

“Hey,” Kakashi winced as he turned his head to see who spoke to him, already recognizing that voice and feeling a little happier than concussed. “You okay?”

“I think so,” Kakashi muttered, “thanks, Mr. Crybaby.”

“It’s Obito,” the other man laughed, “and you’re welcome, Mr. Metalhead.”

“I didn’t fool you for a second, did I?” Kakashi licked at his fattened, split bottom lip, hoping he looked like he deserved sympathy. “I’m Kakashi, by the way.”

Obito snickered and pressed a bag of ice against Kakashi’s head. “I figured you didn’t quite know what you walked into, wearing a ROOT t-shirt to an ANBU gig.”

“What was that all about?”

“Tenzō used to be the drummer for that band, but he had a big blow-up with their manager, Danzō, so he quit and formed his own band. There’s a lot of bad blood there.”

Kakashi looked down, embarrassed, not knowing what to say and feeling like a total idiot.

“Why did you come to the bar?” Obito asked quietly.

Kakashi sighed through his nose. If he learned anything that night, it was that honesty probably came with less violence. “You.”

“Me?” Obito asked, even more timidly.

“Yeah,” Kakashi glanced up at him. “You passed me on the street, and, I… I just had to meet you,” he felt a little like a weirdo admitting it out loud, but he was past the point of stopping now. “I dunno, I, I just had a feeling, and I didn’t want to let you slip away.”

“Me too,” Obito confided, lowering the bag of ice, and Kakashi peered at him through the eye that wasn’t swollen shut. “I was just about to run back out when you showed up at the door. I uh, I’m the sound guy here,” he tilted his head towards the bar, “and I was running late; otherwise, I would’ve stopped right there in the crosswalk. But when I saw the band was running late, I was about to go after you,” he ended with a shy smirk.

“You’re the sound guy?” Kakashi’s brain was turning to mush and it had nothing to do with how many blows he took to the face.

“Yeah, I, uh,” Obito brought the ice back up to Kakashi’s head, “I messed with their levels hoping the feedback would distract Tenzō long enough for you to get out of his line of sight, but,” he grimaced.

“You wanna go for a drink with me?” Kakashi mumbled, knowing he couldn’t embarrass himself anymore that night.

Obito chuckled at him and held up his hand. “How many fingers do you see?”

Kakashi focused on the fingers in front of his face. “Three?”

Obito laughed louder and stood up, “Wrong.” He helped Kakashi to his feet, “Looks like Konoha ER is our first date.”

[northcarolinanative]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

A/N: So this is a little heavy, but I am always interested in the bad characters here we are, talking about Rafe falling into his addiction. I’ll warn you, there’s like one good moment in the whole thing, but ya know. I owe literally all the credit for this story to @softstarkey because she is a GODSEND. She requested the blurb that this is based on, and I took inspo from her Rafe fic for the formatting, AND she helped me figure out so much of it and helped me read over it. I did not want to romanitize addiction in anyway, that is not what I wanted to do at ALL. As always my requests/asks/messages are open. PLEASE let me know what you think! 

Description: The four times that Y/N stayed and the time that she finally had enough. Rafe is falling deeper and deeper into his addiction. His girlfriend Y/N isn’t having any of it and in her attempt to get him sober she refuses to lose herself. 

Warnings: This 5.7k of PURE angst, This is a TOXIC relationship, deals with drug use, peer pressure, anxiety, self-doubt, drug addiction, a little violence. (i told y’all it was a lot) 

The First Time - The Basement  

The walls seemed to vibrate throughout the house as the bass-heavy music was blared from speakers. Lights of all colors were flashing across the walls. The air was warm and thick with smoke and must. Rafe and I waded ourselves through the group of sweaty people jumping around to the beat of the music. The floor was already slick with countless spilled drinks and the fog of smoke was clouding the room. We were able to make our way to the edge of the party in a small hallway to meet Rafe’s friends. 

“Hey bro! How’s it going?” Topper said, pulling Rafe into an awkward side hug. He stumbled a little bit as he made his way to the stairs that lead to the basement. I wasn’t completely oblivious to what happened in the basement of the Kook mansions. Coming down the stairs I felt my heart rate increase with each stair that we descended. The only thing keeping me grounded was the warmth of Rafe’s large hand interlaced with mine. I looked over across the rather vacant basement floor. There was a table that had a few familiar faces from the other parties or the country club events that Rafe had brought me to. 

Rafe smiled and waved at the group, some of them addressed me, causing me to also smile in return. I gripped onto Rafe’s hand tighter and pulled myself closer into my side. Rafe was quick to take the seat across from Kelce, pulling me into his lap. I played along and nodded with their conversations, enjoying spending time with Rafe. The music was so loud that it made it hard to concentrate, that and the way that Rafe’s had rested on my thigh, rubbing it every once and awhile.

Kelce leaned forward grabbing both mine and Rafe’s attention. “So you got any of the good stuff for us tonight?” He asked, rubbing his hands together playfully. There was a chorus of the agreement as everyone looked to Rafe. I looked around, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as my eyes met Rafe’s. His eyes softened a bit when they met mine, but he quickly averted his gaze and plastered on a fake smile. 

“Only if you’re planning on paying!” He said with a laugh. He secured his arm around my waist as he shifted under me. When he pulled his hand out from his pockets my heart sank to my stomach and I felt my nerves overtake me. I started to feel sick. Rafe placed a rolled-up twenty-dollar bill on the glass table along with a black credit card, and lastly a large bag filled with white powder. Coke. I stared at it, my eyes no doubt growing wide. I was frozen in place, not able to fully process that Rafe was the dealer that brought the coke to the parties. 

I watched as Kelce handed a few bills to Rafe, who then scooted the materials across the table to him. He was smiling, watching as he tucked the money into his pocket. I scooted off Rafe’s lap, pulling myself as far back into the couch as possible. I wanted to be as far from the scene in front of me as I could, but the growing crowd of people made it seem impossible to slip away. I watched as Kelce took the card from Rafe who poured a small amount of the powder from the bag onto the table. Kelce skillfully cut the power into three lines. 

My heart rate sped up as I watched the scene around me unfold, a situation that I never thought I would be in, much less with my boyfriend. Kelce leaned down over the table, holding the bill to his nose and took a line, then another. I watched as he tried to hand the bill to Topper, who was too out of it to grab it. Everyone in the group laughed at Topper’s intoxicated state. I just grimaced and watched as Kelce shrugged, taking the last line for himself. He dropped the bill, letting it roll back toward Rafe and me. He fell back on the couch, a look of relief washing over him and a weird smile crossed his face. 

What scared me the most was how intrigued I was by how he must have been feeling? I found myself leaning forward, watching the rest of the group take their turns inhaling the white powder. It was the same cycle each time, money, so much money, then they would grab the bill and pull the drug into their nose, then they would stumble back smiling. Every time they seemed to lose the look in their eye. It was a little under an hour, and everyone in the basement had made their way to the table and gotten their fill for the night. 

There was only a small amount of coke in a pile on the table. Rafe leaned forward grabbing the black credit card between his slender fingers. He quickly and skillfully cut it into two longer, thinner lines than the others I had seen that night. Topper approached behind him, patting Rafe’s shoulder. “You made it good tonight! You planning to celebrate bro?” He laughed and Rafe just nodded. Kelce and a few others were still at the table talking and chatting but now focused on Rafe. 

“You aren’t going to offer your girl any?” Kelce asked from across the table. He had a girl in his lap but was fully focused on the three of us. Rafe quickly turned to face me, almost as if he had forgotten that I was there. He reached across the table and grabbed the rolled-up bill. My heart rate continued to skyrocket. I could feel the pulsing of blood being pumped through my body, waiting for each of Rafe’s moves. He held the bill up to me so that it was directly in front of my face. I looked between his hand and his face, quickly trying to figure out his expression. I shook my head quickly, telling him no. 

“Come on Y/N. Live a little!” Topper stated from beside Rafe. Rafe just rolled his eyes. 

“More for me,” He said, sending a wink my way. He leaned down over the table, just like I had watched all the other people do before him, but this time it was different. I felt sick as he brought the bill to his nose. He inhaled the first line, the without pause moved to the second then leaning up. I watched in shock as he wiped off his nose and leaned back upright, collecting his things from the table and shoving them back in his pocket. He fell back into the couch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a content breath. 

I took the moment to look around at all the people practically laying on each other in a sorry attempt to dance. A few of the others had filtered from upstairs and vice versa. Rafe’s hand around my shoulders pulled me back to the moment. “Would you like to dance with me, sweetheart?” He whispered in my ear, causing me to blush. I smiled softly at him and nodded, letting him pull me up to my feet. I giggled at the goofy way that he was swaying away from the table to a more open area. The songs that were playing were slower, and unusual for a party, but nonetheless gave me and Rafe a chance to talk. 

Rafe settled his hands on my hips and mine rested on his shoulders. I let my head rest on his chest, letting him guide us back and forth. “Are you have a good time?” He asked dipping his head down to look at me. I nodded, but once my eyes met his I could feel my mood drop. The drug was starting to take effect. The rims of his eyes were redder and the glass look of his eyes was haunting. 

“Why’d you do it?” I asked him. 

“Why’d I do what sweetheart?” Rafe laughed awkwardly, moving a shaky hand up to trace the side of my face affectionately. 

“Bring the drugs,” I questioned bluntly. 

“I owe my dad a lot of money, this was the quickest way to make some cash.” I nodded my head slowly, still unsure if I was satisfied by his answer. 

“And do you,” I coughed slightly, pausing briefly. “Do you partake in that a lot?” I asked swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in my throat. 

Rafe laughed softly at the awkwardness of my question, trying his best to lighten the mood. “You mean do Coke?” He asked bluntly. I just nodded, looking at him through my eyelashes. “Sometimes, not often though, It’s just like alcohol, but a little bit better.” He said laughing awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just a little party favor Y/N, nothing serious.” I felt my face move to show my worry. I didn’t like that Rafe got high, but stayed quiet because it isn’t my life and I can not dictate what he does. 

The song changed to one that was more party appropriate. The group in the basement started screaming lyrics and jumping around in a bad attempt to dance. Rafe and I laughed at our friends before Rafe was pulling me into the crowd to dance with them. 

The Second Time - In His Room 

I had been waiting outside the Cameron Mansion for what felt like hours. I was debating whether or not to knock on the door. I was worried about Rafe, he had not responded to me in a few hours. Rafe never did that. Even if we had gotten into a silly fight he always told me that he was at least okay. He knew how I worried I got. The gravel on the driveway crunched under my feet as I made my way up the oak tree lined pathway to the front door. The shade cooled down the air that passed through. Each step was harder to take, as I felt that I was swallowing my pride showing up here. I was worried, something in my gut told me to be worried. 

I raised a shaky hand to carefully knock on the door. I tried not to make it seem as urgent as it felt. I took a step back hoping that when the door opened Rafe would be standing there with an apologetic look on his face and wrap me into a tight hug. The daydream was ripped from me and Rose pulled the door open. Her smile was as bright as her blonde hair when she moved the door open and stood to the side to let me in. “Come on in.” He said, looking up the stairs she nodded. “I assume you’re here for Rafe?” She questioned. I just nodded my head, not trusting my voice. “He’s in his room.” She softly smiled before turning back to the large living room I assumed she came from.

 I made my way up the grand spiral staircase, my hand gripping the railing a little too tight before I found myself standing in front of Rafe’s doorway. I reached up to knock on the door, three soft raps to it. “Rafe it’s me, can we please talk?” I heard a little bit of commotion behind the door, only causing my worry to spike further. 

I heard Rafe cough slightly before his voice sounded from behind the door. “Y/N I can’t talk about this right now. Now's not a good time!” I felt a pang of hurt in my chest and the tears started to prick in the corners of my eyes. 

“Rafe we have to talk this out! It’s just a little bump in the road baby!” I begged from the other side of the door, wishing I could just see him so we could work this out. I heard my voice crack but silently hoped Rafe missed it. 

“Y/N please, just leave me alone okay?” His words made my breathing pick up. I didn’t like what was going on. Rafe and I never fought like this. I felt my hands shake as I reached for the doorknob. The cool metal was telling me that it was wrong to invade his privacy, but my feelings were getting the best of me. I turned the knob and leaned into the door. I closed my eyes waiting for Rafe to say something, but silence hung in the air for a few seconds, before I finally opened my eyes. 

In front of me stood Rafe, leaned against his dresser with two clean lines of white powder cut out in front of him and one small pile of residue. He had a bill in his hand, I looked up to his face to be met with him wiping his nose on the back of his hand. I quickly moved to shut the door behind me, leaning against it. The tears had begun to fall as I watched Rafe try his hardest to backtrack. 

“Y/N it’s not what you think! I promise I was just-” Rafe started, frantically trying to cover up what I had just witnessed. 

“You were just taking a few lines?” I said cutting him off, my tone dripping with anger. He looked up at me, his eyes mirroring the hurt that I felt. “You said it was a party favor, Rafe! This doesn’t look like a party to me!” I said raising my voice, forgetting that we were in his house. 

“Shhh!” Rafe silenced me. “Keep your voice down Y/N!” He reprimanded me. I rolled my eyes, walking further into his room. He backed up so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, but I only followed him. 

I moved so that I was right in front of him. I was hurt, and the tears streaming down my face were signs enough for him. “You.” I spoke harshly, pointing my finger into his chest. “You lied to me.” I let out a deep breath, waiting for him to rebuttal, but he didn’t. 

Rafe simply put his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him. He looked up at me, his eyes were glossy and tired. “You’re right. I did lie. I lied to myself too.” He spoke, shaking his head. “I told myself it was only to make money, it was only at parties, but today was so hard.” His voice broke, and I watched as he let his head fall into my stomach defeated. 

“Rafe.” I said, running my fingers through his unfixed hair. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. He was crying too, I felt every sob that shook his body, also shake mine. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling bad for getting angry with him. 

Then my eyes scanned the room and my gaze fell, once again, on the two unfinished lines of coke on the dresser. I slowly pulled myself away from him. I kneeled down in front of him, feeling my heart shatter once again with the way that he looked so broken in front of me. His glassed over stare was empty and that scared me the most. 

I took his face between both my hands, making him look straight at me. I felt my face soften at the look he gave me. The tears were still running rapidly down my face as I spoke. “I know it’s hard, but let’s talk about it okay?” I said, watching as he weakly nodded his head. “Let’s figure out a healthier way to cope. I don’t want this for you.” My voice was soft and surprisingly steady as he just nodded slightly to what I was saying. 

“It’s just we had a fight, I thought you were done with me.” He said, his voice breaking again. “And then my dad,” He said, another sob raking over his body. “He just-” He paused in between deep breaths. “He’ll never see me as good enough. I’ll always be the biggest Cameron disappointment!” He said, falling to the floor with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as I could. I closed my eyes, hearing his sobs and struggling breaths making me more upset, but I tried my best to stay strong for him. 

I ran my hand comfortingly through his hair and along his spine, whispering sweet, encouraging words in his ears. Slowly his breathing became normal and he stopped crying. He pulled away from me, just far enough that he could look at me, still keeping our bodies tangled together. “I’m sorry, Y/N, for everything, the fight, the drugs, all of it.” He stated, letting out a deep breath of relief. 

“Thank you.” I said. I wasn’t about to forgive him for using drugs. “I appreciate it.” My tone became more stern. “Can you show me that? Please tell me you won’t turn to drugs again? Call me? Call anyone? Okay?” I begged him. My voice was needy and weak. 

He nodded, “I’ll do better.” He whispered, before pulling me back into his embrace. 

The Third Time - Midsummers 

I smoothed the front of my dress, making sure that it was alright. Sarah had talked me into getting ready with her, something about avoiding Topper. So I obliged. I was standing, looking in her full-length mirror at my appearance. My normal casual wear being swapped out for a more elegant dress, my makeup, and hair matching. It was making me a little uneasy to be this dressed up. Sarah exited her room in a long white dress and matching flowers twisted through her hair. 

“Here you go!” She said handing me my flower crown. “Nothing a little hot glue didn’t fix!” She joked, causing us both to giggle. She stood in front of me, kindly helping me pin the flower crown to my head. 

She stepped back and took in my appearance. I watched nervously as she looked over my body, a small smile forming on her face. “You look gorgeous! Rafe is going to die when he sees you.” Her kind words make my face heat up in a blush and a large smile formed on my face. 

“You look amazing too!” I beamed at her. “Topper might actually die.” I laughed, but Sarah just rolled her eyes and groaned. I gave her a confused look as we grabbed our bags and made our way to the door. 

“Don’t even get me started.” She said, putting her hand up dramatically. “Topper and I are just not,” she stopped, and let out an exaggerated groan. 

“Alright.” I spoke informatively. “Noted” We both laughed as we made our way to the stairs and started our way down. I gripped the railing tightly. The heels that I had chosen to wear were making it hard to walk. I silently cursed myself as the slinging pain on the back of my heel was already starting to form. 

Sarah and I made our way around the curve to be met with the two boys, Rafe and Topper, as well as the rest of the Cameron family. I took a moment to look over Rafe. He was wearing a powder blue suit that complemented his hair and his complexion well. He looked good. Ward stood at the end of the stairs and held out his hand to help Sarah, who was in front of me, down the stairs. Rafe was quickly behind him, extending his hand to me. I gripped it tightly. His hand was claimer than normal, but I decided to ignore it, as I practically fell into him. 

“Woah.” Rafe said, putting his other hand on my hip to steady me. We both laughed at my inability to walk in heels. “You alright?” He asked, but his gaze was at his father, who was quickly ushering us out the door. 

“Yes, thanks for catching me.” I giggled.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Rafe said, causing me to smile up at him. Rafe tugged me behind him, as we made our way to a large limo that the Cameron’s always rented for Midsummers. We all piled in the back of the car, the others in the front, leaving the four of us in the back. Rafe slipped his arm around my shoulders pulling him close. 

The ride was a short one, but Rafe was worrying me. He quickly tapped a rhythm into my shoulder, his leg bouncing up and down at a quick pace. His eyes quickly darting around the limo. He was unable to hold the conversation with the rest of us, zoning out. Tonight was a big night for his father and something didn't add up. 

“Rafe?” I questioned, grabbing his attention. He turned to look at me, and even in the dim lights of the limo, I could see the look in his eyes. I instantly felt the anger begin to boil in my blood, making me hot. I was met with the same eyes that I was met with at the party. They were empty and glassed over. Each one slightly watery and rimmed with red. I felt the look of my disgust wash over my face. “Unbelievable.” 

“Y/N,” Rafe said, his voice soft trying not to gain attention. 

I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Look it’s a- “ He was cut off by the door to the limo opening and Ward pushing us out of the car. I wanted nothing more than to pull Rafe aside and figure out what was going through his head. I knew that would only cause more issues, so I waited. We walked in with my arm through Rafe’s. The entire crowd clapping as we entered, something I don’t think I would ever get used to. We did all the Midsummer’s formalities. 

Rafe and I were standing off to the side of the party when he grabbed up two flutes of champagne. He held one out to me and I took it, watching as he quickly drank his. 

“Is it really smart to be high and drunk?” I asked, anger laced in my tone. “At midsummers.” 

“What Y/N? It’s a party!” He defended himself. I scoffed in disbelief, shaking my head at him. 

“Rafe this isn’t ‘a party!’” I exclaimed, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes in frustration.  “This is an important night for you! You’ve got potential jobs here!” Rafe just returned my sentiment with a scoff, rolling his eyes. 

“You sound like my dad,” he fired back, dramatically leaning against the wall, looking out over the party goers. 

“Well, you keep telling me that you’re gonna get your shit together, but I don’t see it, Rafe.” I let the words come out of my mouth before I could think, almost regretting them after Rafe turned to look at me. His eyes wide with disbelief. 

“You don’t think I’m trying?” He said, raising his voice. I leaned away from him taking a step back at his sudden aggression. I felt myself flinch at the harshness of his tone. 

“Look I need you to keep your promises, Rafe. I can’t keep doing this with you” I felt the tear pricking at my eyes again. I refused to cry in front of him over this. I need to show him that I was strong and that I meant it. 

“What are you saying Y/N?” He asked, his voice becoming lower, more fearful. 

“I’m saying that either this stops, or you're gonna lose me Rafe,”  I said, taking a deep breath, finally feeling a weight lift off my chest. 

The Fourth Time - The Withdrawals 

My phone was vibrating harshly against the wood of my desk, pulling me from the intense focus I had on my textbook in front of me. I huffed, closing the book. I picked up my phone, turning it to face me. The screen was lit up with a bright light and Kelce’s picture filled the screen. It had been Kelce’s turn to take care of Rafe as we tried to get him sober. He had an important job interview in a few days, and we were all gonna be damned if we let this slip away from him. He said he was gonna get clean and I finally believed him. He was finally trying to get his shit together like he promised. I quickly moved to swipe my finger across the bottom to answer the call. 

“Kelce?” I questioned. 

“Y/N! Oh thank god!” He breathed, in the background I heard yelling and a lot of commotion. “I need your help. How fast can you get here?” He asked, before more static and a few more crashing sounds came from the other end. 

I was already on my feet, slipping on my shoes before he even finished his sentence. “I’m on my way,” I said before quickly moving down the stairs. I practically stumbled down the last few in my rush. I swiped my keys from the counter and quickly hopped in the car, the door barely shut before I was taking off. 

The needle on the speedometer kept moving further to the right as I tapped my hands anxiously against the hot material of the steering wheel. The time seemed to be moving slower and slower the closer that I got to the Cameron house.  My tires screeched as I pulled into the drive of the Cameron’s home, earning a few dirty looks from their neighbors. Not that I noticed, my goal was to find Kelce and Rafe.

To be honest, it scared the hell out of me to see this side of Rafe, I hated seeing what his addiction was doing to him, it was eating him from the inside out, creating him into the shell of a man that he once was. He was getting angry or violent when he would take them or when he would go too long without them. That’s why I gave him the ultimatum.  On the outside was the Rafe that I had fallen in love with, and what was left of him was dwindling with each blow that he accepted. 

I slipped into the large wooden front door, sliding in trying not to alert anyone of my presents in the home. I closed the door behind me slowly, before hearing a loud cough and groan come from upstairs. I took a deep breath and shook my head trying to mentally prepare myself. I walked quickly up the large spiral staircase leading up to the bedrooms. I knocked lightly, before sliding into the room. My heart dropped when I saw the mess that had been created. 

Nearly everything that had once sat on a surface was knocked on the floor. Ceramic pieces and glass covered the floor, water bottles turned over and leaking onto the floor. Every surface was wiped bare. The usual neatly made bed was a mess of tangled sheets and pillows thrown effortlessly across it. 

“Y/N?” Kelce said, slipping out of the bathroom. We both flinched at the loud noise from the bathroom. It sounded like Rafe was throwing up. “I got him calmed down, but I think that this is gonna be the worst part of all this.” He spoke, running his hand over his head and face in distress. I just shook my head, understanding that Rafe would need all of us from now until this was over. 

“Did you call Top?” I asked, already making my way towards the entrance to the bathroom. I saw his nod before I made my way into the bathroom. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my skin go cold at the sight in front of me. Rafe’s slender form was crumpled into the floor at the base of the toilet. His arms grasping the bowl like his life depended on it. 

He looked up at me, his glassy eyes framed with dark circles, his face covered in a sheen of sweat, and his complexion ghostly pale. 

“Leave me alone,” he choked out, his voice raspy and weak. I just shook my head before moving closer to him. I flushed the toilet for him, causing him to flinch at the noise. 

“Not a chance.” I laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. Seeing him stare aimlessly into the intricate pattern of the bathroom tile made me think about what state he was in. Withdrawals were hard and seemed to be hitting him like a ton of bricks. I moved behind him wrapping my arms around his torso. I could feel the amount of body heat that he was emitting, evident from the way that his shirt was stuck to his back with sweat. 

 “It hurts so much Y/N. All of it” The pain in his voice made my heartbreak for him. 

I placed a short kiss into the back of his neck, then resting my head on his shoulder. “I know baby, we’re gonna get you better though” 

The Last Time 

I walked out the back doors of the country club to be met with the humid breeze of the afternoon. I scanned the horizon of the ocean, only to be met with Rafe’s figure standing on the back walk to the club. He was standing by his bike with his back turned to me, I assumed checking his phone. “Rafe!” I called out, but to no avail as he didn’t turn to me. I started to jog over toward him, stopping when I saw him lean down. I saw him make the all too familiar motion, sweeping his head across the back of his bike, standing us wiping his nose and shaking his head. I felt the world around me come to a pause, the breath was sucked straight from my lungs. A mere few feet from me, Rafe just did another line of coke. After days of withdrawal, after countless sleepless nights trying to keep him sober, after all the promises, it all was shattered in the scene in front of me. 

Rafe wiped on the residue from his seat, looking side to side to see if there was anyone around. He turned his head, catching a glimpse of me in the corner of his eye. He looked at me, guilt evident in his eyes, as he watched the look of disgust once again cover my face. He took a few steps forward, watching carefully as I backed away from him. I put my hands up in front of me signaling for him to stop. His face dropped. I felt the tears start to form in my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. 

“Look Y/N, I can explain!” He pleaded with me. I just shook my head, trying to look anywhere but his eyes. “It was just that-”

“Just what Rafe?” I asked, angry evident behind my voice. “That all that time I-” I pause briefly shaking my head. “All that time that we spent, getting you sober, getting you through withdrawals was worth nothing to you. Do you really want to go through that pain again?” I asked. I took a short deep breath, as I blinked my eyes the tears began to fall, leaving in streams down my face. “Or do you just plan to never stop?” I cried to him. Every bone in my body was shaking, everything in me was hurt. 

“I want to stop, it's just today was a bad day!” He pleaded with me again. His voice grew angrier with every word. 

“That’s why you call me, or Top, or Kelce, or literally anyone Rafe! How many more ‘bad days’ are you gonna have that you need to do drugs.” I was yelling at this point, nothing holding me back. “You promised me Rafe.” I said, my voice becoming scarily flat in the sentence. 

“I know, I’ll do better. I can do better!” He bargained. He pleaded, his voice breaking in the middle of his sentence. He took a few steps towards me. 

“You keep saying that, but you don’t Rafe. If you think this is getting better you’re kidding yourself.” I shook my head at him again, not knowing what else to say to him. I willed myself to stop crying, to take a breath, but my body betrayed me. 

“Baby look. I’ll change.” He said grabbing onto my wrist. I tried to pull it away, only for him to grasp it tighter. 

“Rafe let go of me,” I said, pulling on my arm. 

“No! Listen to me! I’m telling you it’s gonna be okay!” He raised his voice coming face to face with me. 

“Rafe you’re scaring me!” I said, pushing him hard on his chest away from me. He stumbled back, looking over at me with disbelief in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and his stare was cold. 

“I told you that you were gonna lose me if you didn’t stop Rafe. You’ve gone too far. I don’t even recognize you anymore.” I said shakily. I looked directly at him. 

“What are you saying?” He questioned, his tone cold and flat. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat before speaking. “I’m saying we’re done Rafe. I won’t do it anymore.” I turned away from him, walking back to the country club, wiping the tears off my face with the back of my hand, leaving Rafe standing behind me. 

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[xandertheundead]

So like.... Greaser!Eddie and nerd!Richie. Eddie became very rebellious because of mother dearest, and kinda just had a thing for dorky lil Richie. And Richie is just like HoT diGGiTY DamN for Eddie

I tried, Anon! I hope you like it!

Richie gasped loudly, having to stop when the cramp in his side started to feel like he was being stabbed repeatedly with some kind of combat knife. His chest started to hurt too and he waved over at Mr. Shaffer and he could see the man give a sigh and wave him over. Richie limped over pathetically and pushed his glasses up his nose as Mr. Shaffer put his hands on his hips and looked him over.

“Tozier, you have barely made two laps.”

“I know,” Richie whined and tried not to move too much or his ribs would give him a shock of pain. “But I literally feel like my lungs are going to explode.”

Thanks, Smokers Lung.

Mr. Shaffer sighed. “Your lungs aren’t going to explode, Tozier.”

“You don’t know.” Richie replied, his breathing coming slightly easier. “I could be the first case of exploding lungitis.”

He didn’t miss the way Mr. Shaffer his mouth behind his hand, knowing he had cracked the man even just a little. Richie counted it as a win. When Mr. Shaffer pulled his hand away he gave a sigh and then nodded his head, motioning towards the bleachers behind them.

“Go sit up there for the rest of class, but I’ll have to give you a C for the running portion.”

“Absolutely Mr. S.” Richie gave him a weak salute and moved to find the spot where he wanted to sit. When he heard the sound of laughter, he looked up to see the boy who had been plaguing his dreams for the past five years.

Eddie Kaspbrak.

The small boy who had asthma and would always yell at Richie about germs had grown and flourished into something no one had expected. The small Losers club they had started had started to drift apart in middle school when everyone was trying to learn their place as gangly preteens and Bill, Bev and even Stan started to ‘date’. But the big kicker was when Eddie Kaspbrak finally gave his mom the big F U and just went wild.

He traded in that side part comb over he’d had for years for letting it go free, the thick wavy hair surprising Richie and making something in his stomach twinge.

By eighth grade Eddie had gotten rid of the khakis and polo shirts, trading them in for more form fitting jeans and white t-shirts that he would tuck into his pants, sometimes a flannel over it or a leather jacket that made Richie want to die.

By sophomore year, Eddie had become a true greaser, hair slicked and combed into the perfect style, the swagger that told people what they thought and didn’t give a damn. He even had his motorcycle license and according to rumor he had started to fix up some old one he’d found at the junkyard.

Eddie had always been good with cars and stuff.

Eddie now was lounging against the nosebleed bleachers, dark black sunglasses on his face and when he saw Richie look, a devilish smile grew on his face that made Richie gut churn and his body run hot. Because here was the thing, by the end of sophomore year when Eddie’s transformation had finished, the new confidence he had showed in so many ways. He had started talking to Richie more than the passing greeting or head nod, soon talking turned into...flirting, which had blown Richie out of the fucking water.

He’d always loved Eddie. Even as a little kid, that was his friend, and when they grew apart that love never really went away, but as Richie grew older and figured things out about himself, that distant love grew with the mix of attraction in there too. Eddie’s flirting felt good, exciting and Richie hoped it meant something more than just a cocky boy having fun.

He gave Eddie a small wave and his heartbeat sped up when Eddie motioned for him to come over. Richie glanced back, but Mr. Shaffer was busy ordering the other kids to keep going so Richie quickly made his way up the stairs. When he got up there he wanted to groan because Eddie was smoking and the filter was just barely resting in his mouth.

It made Richie want to stare at those lips for days.

“Heya, Eds.”

Instead of the red cheeks and angry look Eddie used to give him when he said that, Eddie just grinned before taking a drag and blowing it out slowly.

“Hey, Richie.”

“How’s that asthma treating you?” Richie asked, a grin showing on his face as Eddie raised an eyebrow behind those dark shades. All the losers knew Eddie didn’t have asthma, it had been some fucked up way of his mom’s to keep her thumb on him.

“Oh, it’s treating me just fine. Being fake and all.” Eddie pushed his sunglasses down a little so he could look at Richie over the top of them. “How’s marching band and drama club treating you?”

Richie knew it was a jab at his ultimate nerd-ness, but he somehow knew there was no actual cruelty in the words and he gave a shrug. He didn’t care if he wasn’t popular or cool, he liked what he was doing in school so who cares.

“It’s good. We are doing One Who Flew Over the Cucokoo’s Nest for the fall play.”

“You going to try out?”

Richie gave another shrug. “Yeah, probably. Gunna try and wear those sweet white scrubs.”

Eddie gave a soft laugh, taking another drag before offering it to Richie. Richie glances back down at Mr. Shaffer, the man still not looking so he quickly took it and took a decent drag, trying not to think about how it was damp from Eddie’s lips. He handed it back and Eddie nodded to his outfit before taking the almost gone cigarette back.

“I think you’ll pull them off better than you pull off the red and white of our proud Derry High’s gym uniform.”

Richie’s cheeks warmed a little, suddenly aware of how visible his legs were bare where the shorts cut off and his Rocky and Bullwinkle socks stood proud.

“Yeah well, we can’t all be you with those red and white shorts.” Richie joked, feeling a little dumb when Eddie narrowed his eyes a bit. “Sorry, I just remember you used to wear them all the time.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, taking the last drag off his cigarette before flicking it off the bleachers. When he spoke Richie almost didn’t hear what he said it was so soft, but he had and the words made him blush.

“I still have those. Kind short and tight now, but I’d be willing to show you if you want.”

“You’re going kill me, Spaghetti.” Richie breathed and he almost died when Eddie’s cheeks started to redden. 

That was their game. This obvious attraction towards each other, but neither really trying to step out of their comfort zone because neither wanted to risk being turned down. Which was weird, because when they were little Eddie had always been the brave one and now he looked the part too.

It frustrated Richie to no end.

He opened his mouth to say something when he heard Mr. Shaffer yell his name. Richie turned to see his gym teacher waving him down, not looking impressed at all that he was talking to one of the schools delinquents instead of resting like he said he was going to.

“Coming!” He yelled back, turning back to Eddie with a regretful look. “I gotta…”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Tozier!”

“Okay!” Richie gave Eddie a wave and started back down the bleachers when he suddenly got the craziest urge, feeling like he was going to combust if he didn’t follow through with it. He quickly turned back around, Eddie now at least seven bleacher steps above in, and cupped his hands around his mouth. 

“Kaspbrak! Go to homecoming with me!”

Eddie sat up straight at that, his sunglasses slipping completely off his face as he stared in shock down at Richie, Mr. Shaffer yelling even louder now.

“You asking me on a date?” Eddie called back and Richie couldn’t stop grinning.

“Only if you wear those shorts!”

Eddie laughed, a full loud laugh like he used to when they were kids and god it was amazing. 

“I’ll think about it!”

“Tozier! Get down here now!” 

“Don’t make me wait too long, Grease Lightning!”

Eddie laughed again. “Go away, Tozier!”

Richie turned around and jogged back towards his class, not caring how mad Mr. Shaffer was because he was pretty sure he had a date with Eddie Kaspbrak.

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So I’m aware that it’s @azozzoni’s birthday, and as you’re captain and the reason I write VDS fics in the first place, I wanted to show my appreciation. You have literally even inspired this fic, which is based on this gif set. Happy birthday 💕

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Lucas has definitely been sulking. 

Jens doesn’t think he’s spent this much time hiding out in his room in the eight months since they’ve moved in. The shared house has been unusually quiet. It feels unbearably empty to Jens without the other’s bright presence. Sitting in the main room with their other roommates just leaves him bored and mildly uncomfortable, with a jittery leg and constantly-tapping fingers and a feeling like an itch he can’t scratch. Listening to them drone on about their latest hookup or the next house party or their least favourite professor on a nightly basis is making him tired. It’s making him restless. It’s making his gaze and his mind wander to the hallway more often, up the stairs and to the room at the end, urging and begging his feet to follow. He isn’t sure whether said room is still off limits. He doesn’t know what the limits are now. 

It had taken four months. Four months of knowing each other. Four months of living together. Four months of sitting just a little too close. Four months of staying up together, finishing assignments last minute or winding down from them. Four months of progressively heated glances. Lingering touches and knowing stares. Flirtatious jokes and teasing comments. Denial and dawning understanding. Acceptance and action. 

Four months after meeting, after becoming friends and learning each other slowly, they’d crossed that thin line between friends and something else. Not quite boyfriends. Nothing like boyfriends. Still friends, but with benefits. 

It’s a situation Jens has never imagined himself ending up in. He wouldn’t consider himself a romantic, but he’s a lover, and despite the few drunken one night stands at the anxiety-ridden beginning of his college career, he doesn’t do sex just for sex. Even after Jana, he’d tried to recuperate by finding himself another *relationship. Someone to care about. Someone worth more than a one-time thing. 

Which makes Lucas a kind of in-between. Jens isn’t sure what they’d been thinking, that first time. He hadn’t been. He’d fallen into Lucas in a trance, mesmerised by the tempting curl of lips, the softness of his hair under Jens’s fingers, the miles of smooth skin being revealed to him inch by inch, the smothered gasps and pants escaping like a prayer next to his ear. He hadn’t been thinking about what they’d do in the morning, what they’d do even an hour later. But from the first second, he’d known deep down that it couldn’t be a one time thing. 

Instead, it became something repetitive and unspoken. It didn’t leave the safe confines of their rooms, even to escape into the rest of the house, regardless of whether they had it to themselves or not. It was something private and secret, something they wouldn’t even let themselves contemplate outside of the times they returned to each other. 

But the thrum of heat in Jens’s stomach had turned from interested to familiar quickly. When Lucas shot him his smirk over the table. When he gave Jens’s hair a gentle tug as he passed by the couch. When his gaze turned dark and wanting in an instant and he casually left the room with not even a gesture for Jens to follow. They didn’t need to communicate it. There was no doubt when they wanted each other. 

It didn’t feel like a dangerous game, until Jens started wanting Lucas to stay. Until those few moments of post-coital bliss became what Jens craved most. When Lucas would lie sated and soft at his side, curly hair mussed and lips slick against Jens’s as he pulled him into one more heated, drawn-out kiss. It didn’t feel like a dangerous game until Jens felt like he was losing. 

Until Lucas had told him, “I think we should stop,” and he’d felt like his chest was cracking open, just to allow his heart to burst out and toss itself into the abyss. Lost and untethered without Lucas’s oblivious ownership. 

Jens only realised his mistake two months in, when Lucas found someone he actually cared about. Someone worthy of his attention outside of the bedroom. Someone he wanted to date. 

It had taken barely over a week for Lucas to feel comfortable enough to bring this new guy home, and no more than a minute for Jens to decide he hated him. 

Benjamin. Benji. Lucas’s boyfriend with the perfect hair and the perfect teeth and the personality of a rock. 

Not only was he boring as hell, but an awful boyfriend. Monopolising all of Lucas’s time. Giving him ‘rules’ (no Jens in his room). Making snide remarks (the party can’t be that exciting if Jens will be there). Draping himself all over Lucas (in Jens’s presence). 

Jens wouldn’t have minded if Lucas was happy. He wouldn’t have. (So he might have, but he would have accepted it.) He would’ve been quiet about it. He wouldn’t have made Lucas feel bad. He would have been supportive. A good friend. 

But he couldn’t ignore Lucas’s continuous, growing absence. He couldn’t ignore the tired sighs, the tense slump to his shoulders, the smile that no longer reached his eyes. He couldn’t ignore that the Lucas in front of him wasn’t the Lucas he’d come to know, wasn’t Lucas when he was happy, when he was truly allowed to be himself. 

So he might have said something about it. 

“He’s an asshole, Luc. Maybe he’s not the worst guy in the world, but that doesn’t make him a good one. Why can’t you see that he treats you like shit?”

Lucas had snapped back, “Why can’t you mind your own business?” 

“Because I actually care about you! Because I see what’s happening, and it’s not you being happy, and I don’t fucking understand why you won’t wake up and realise you deserve better.”

“And what counts as better? Who? You?”

Jens had stopped pushing after that. He had scoffed and shouted some more and slammed the door on his way out, of course, but he hadn’t pushed. If Lucas wanted to be an asshole too, then Jens couldn’t stop him. 

He could just find subtle ways to push Benjamin out and keep an eye on Lucas in secret. 

He was mad, but he was nothing if not loyal. He wouldn’t abandon Lucas when he needed him. He’d just work through his own feelings while giving the other the silent treatment. 

He’d just wait it out. 

Now, he’s done his time, and Lucas is holed up in his room with a possibly broken heart. Along with that, there still seems to be a sign on the door that points directly at Jens and reads ‘KEEP OUT’, in brilliant bold letters. 

Maybe it’s self-centered, but he can’t quite help feeling like Lucas’s silence and absence is specifically directed at him. It seems obvious to Jens that Lucas is avoiding him like the plague since he broke up with his boyfriend, and it seems that the rest of the house and their friends have noticed. They’re simply choosing to stay silent. 

Jens is getting really tired of this silence. 

Cas (the quietest, most pleasant member of their household), knocks his knee against Jens’s before cheerfully saying, “Hey, Luc.”

It’s enough to knock Jens out of his daze in an instant. His head snaps up in just enough time to catch Lucas’s lips turning up in a tiny smile. He greets Cas back quietly as he passes through the room, walking behind the couch opposite Jens with an empty glass in hand. He doesn’t spare Jens a glance during the short trip, making his way to the kitchen and back without any further interaction. He walks past Jens twice and doesn’t even blink. 

Cas knocks his leg against Jens’s again. 

Jens gets up and follows Lucas. 

He stands in front of the door and listens for anything but silence on the other side. There’s nothing that Jens can use as an excuse, no evidence that Lucas is busy or has a reason to ignore Jens. He takes a steadying breath before raising his hand and knocking lightly on the wood. 

Silence. 

He presses his palm to the door and takes another breath. He’s done with the silence. He’s done running away. “Luc, can I come in?”

He’s granted with more silence. Still, he stands his ground. He’s been waiting for two months for Lucas to come to his senses. He can wait a little longer. 

Sooner than Jens expects, Lucas’s voice resonates through the wood. “I guess.”

It’s not the most reassuringly enthusiastic response he could’ve gotten, but it’s more than he’s received in a while. It’s enough to get him moving, to get him opening the door slowly and slipping inside. 

The room is exactly the same as Jens remembers. The mismatched art prints and posters hung on the wall, a mix of merchandise and Lucas’s own work. The drawing supplies and textbooks stacked in the corner, a skateboard leaning against them. The single photo frame on the nightstand, holding an image of all his friends from back home that Kes had gifted him as a ‘joke’. The unframed photo propped up next to it, an image of Jens and Lucas taken on Lucas’s camera the first week they’d moved in, carefully developed but wearing around the edges. 

“You put it back up,” Jens notes. 

Lucas is sat in his desk chair, sketchbook open in front of him on a blank page. A handful of pencils lie on top. One is still clutched between Lucas’s fingers, unmoving. It makes a quiet thump as it lands against the paper when Lucas releases it, swiveling around to follow Jens’s gaze. He doesn’t respond to Jens’s statement, but gazes quietly at the photo with an expression that, at first glance, appears entirely blank. 

Jens knows better. He can see the exhaustion and the acceptance underneath. Beyond that lies the nerves. 

He walks further into the room, but maintains a safe distance. He doesn’t dare sit down. Not quite yet. He considers his options. Tries to settle on an approach. He isn’t the best at delicate, but he can do gentle. It seems unfair to say ‘I told you so’. It seems even more unfair to make it about him. It seems most unfair to senselessly avoid the topic. He isn’t going to get anywhere with small talk, and he can bet Lucas sure as hell isn’t going to let him stick around if that’s the best he can come up with. 

He needs to get straight to the point, but he still needs to get there carefully. 

“You’re spending a lot of time stuck in here. The rest are starting to think you don’t like them.”

Lucas simply shakes his head. He finally meets Jens’s gaze. “They know I like them fine.”

Jens purses his lips and gives a slow nod. “Okay. And...me?”

Lucas watches him carefully. “The verdict’s still out.”

They’re beginning to return to slightly more familiar territory. Jens can see it in the way Lucas’s posture changes, going from closed off to relaxed in a short, subtle roll of his shoulders. He can see it in the challenge that has slipped into Lucas’s eyes, accepting Jens’s bait and urging him on. He can see it in the slow but sure uptick of Lucas’s lips, a smile barely beginning to play on his face. 

Jens wasn’t sure he’d be forgiven so easily. He wasn’t sure if he’d forgive Lucas. But the tension between them is not the lingering remnants of a fight. It isn’t the heavy weight of words left unsaid and others they can’t take back. It isn’t what Jens had prepared himself for. It’s much more familiar than that. 

Jens very carefully does not smile back. Not just yet. “So, what? Are you still upset about the break-up?”

Lucas stares at him. Jens wishes he had those fancy mind-reading powers. He wishes he hadn’t had to take a break from improving his Lucas-reading powers. 

Then Lucas’s smile widens. Just slightly. 

He leans forward with a sigh, resting his elbows on his thighs as he looks up at Jens. “No. You were right,” he admits. When Jens raises a brow in question and surprise, he finishes, “He was an asshole.”

Jens is not smug. Smugness is not an attractive trait. So he isn’t going to be smug. He is pleased that said asshole is gone and he is pleased that Lucas has seemingly come to his senses. He isn’t pleased that Benjamin was enough of an asshole to make Lucas realise it. 

He averts his gaze, shrugging his shoulders as he shakes his head slightly. “I didn’t want to be right.”

Lucas is shaking his head even before he’s done, smile beginning to come out in full as he argues, “Shut up, you definitely did.”

Finally, Jens finds himself smiling back. He licks his lips and admits, “Okay, maybe a little.”

“I knew it.” Lucas is fully grinning now, and Jens isn’t sure what’s happening. He isn’t sure what to think. He isn’t sure what Lucas is thinking. The only things he’s sure of is that he’s very glad they’ve taken this turn, and he very much wants to just pull Lucas into his arms and kiss him. 

Instead he moves to sit on the bed, knees a few inches away from Lucas’s. He doesn’t know where to go next, but he knows he can’t let this opportunity pass. He knows he has to keep this moving forward. Maybe in a new direction altogether. “So, if you’re not upset, why are you constantly hiding out in here?”

Lucas sighs and half-turns back to his desk, picking up his pencil and tapping it on the arm of his chair. “Well, I was upset. And I have a project due in a few days that I’m a little bit behind on.” He looks at Jens again. “And I might have been avoiding you, a little.”

Jens swallows. “Right.” When Lucas only continues tapping his pencil, he tries to go on. “I’m sorry for getting pissed at you. That wasn’t the way to go about it. I just wanted you to see that he...that you deserve better than him. But I get it, it wasn’t my place, and I had no right to—“

“If I ask you something,” Lucas cuts him off, “will you answer honestly?”

Jens hesitates. He licks his lips again. “Depends on the question.”

“Were you jealous?”

He should have expected this, really. He also shouldn’t be surprised that he doesn’t have an answer. “No...it didn’t have anything to do with me. I want you to be happy and you weren’t. You deserve someone who makes you happy.”

“And you wanted that to be you.”

“Well, is it?”

Lucas stays silent. Jens hooks his fingers in the arm of the chair and turns Lucas around to face him. He puts one hand on either side of Lucas, caging him in, silently asking him to look at him. “You seemed happy then. When we were...whatever we were. I haven’t seen you like that since. That has to mean something, doesn’t it? Weren’t you happy with me?”

He waits, but Lucas still doesn’t answer. He is, however, maintaining eye contact. He isn’t admitting anything, but he isn’t running away either. He isn’t backing down. 

It’s what probes Jens to say, “I have a question for you now.”

“Didn’t you already just use it?”

“A question you actually have to answer. Two, actually.”

“Now you’re pushing it a little.”

Jens just raises a brow. Lucas quiets. Jens rolls the chair closer towards himself. “Did you break up with him? Or did he break up with you?”

“I broke up with him.”

Jens smiles slightly. “Okay. Question two: why?”

Lucas considers him. “He wanted me to move in with him.”

That isn’t exactly what Jens had expected. It was nowhere in the realm of expectation, in fact. His chest clenches painfully at the thought. He can’t imagine Lucas leaving. He can’t imagine he would’ve let him. But, still. “Okay...I’m actually not seeing the asshole part to this.”

Lucas leans forward. “He wanted me to move in with him so I wouldn’t be living with you.”

Ah. Now they’re reaching an understanding. 

“So, he’s actually the jealous one,” Jens realises, mildly gleeful. “I could’ve told you that, though. I knew he was being a dick to me specifically.”

Lucas rolls his eyes and flops back in the chair. “Yes, it was always about you, congratulations,” he mocks. 

“Seems that way.” 

Jens grins as Lucas scoffs, opening his legs to reel the chair in that little bit closer. The line has disappeared miles behind them at this stage, already crossed long ago, and they’re moving further and further into uncharted territory. Jens wants to keep going. All the way, if possible. If Lucas is willing to go with him. “So you broke up with him because you couldn’t bear to leave me, is that it?”

Lucas kicks at his leg half-heartedly. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

Jens shakes his head. “I don’t think you find me annoying.”

“Ahh, denial.” Lucas smiles at him for a moment. Jens is ready to reach out and pull him in the rest of the way, but he isn’t done. “I broke up with him because it got to the point where he didn’t even like me. Where I wasn’t sure if he ever did. It’s like, he was just with me as some part of stupid competition with you. That you didn’t even realise you were a part of. He asked me about you so many times, made all these stupid comments, and I told him that he was being stupid. But he was right. He saw it even though I was trying to ignore it. And in the end I broke up with him because he wasn’t you.”

They really should have gotten to a point where Lucas couldn’t surprise him anymore. He’s seen all of Lucas, in the emotional sense as well as the physical. He’s seen him at his best and at his worst. In the time Jens has known him, he’s made it his mission to get to know every part of him. He’d thought Lucas could never do anything more surprising than kissing him that first time. Then he’d thought it wouldn’t get more surprising than a hand slipping into his pants. But this floors him in a way none of that ever had. This is an admission of more than simple attraction. This is taking it to another level. 

This is all the way. 

“That was a bigger speech than I expected of you,” Jens says eventually. 

Lucas’s expression is incredulous. Then he huffs. “You wanted an answer,” he shrugs. “Am I allowed another question?”

Jens furrows his brows and nods.

“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to do that myself as well?”

He doesn’t need to ask that twice. Jens sweeps forward and kisses him softly, gentle, the way he’s been wanting to for the past two months. Lucas’s hands find their way into his hair, curling tightly in the strands. The breath he lets out against Jens’s lips is relieved. Jens grips his waist and pulls him forward, trying to get closer and ending up with a knee knocking a little too close to his groin. Lucas laughs and detaches himself long enough to stand and climb into Jens’s lap, matching Jens’s grin before dragging him into another kiss. 

“For the record,” Jens gets out, minutes or hours later into the breath of space between their mouths, “this doesn’t mean I was jealous.”

Lucas stops kissing his neck long enough to shoot him another incredulous glance. 

Jens kisses his nose. “I had you first. I knew I was going to get you back.”

[gallavictorious]

”You going out? I thought you weren't working tonight.”

Mickey looks up from his tie to see Ian leaning against the doorframe, in uniform and with his hair neatly slicked back.

”Nah, it isn't work. Well, not exactly,” he says, finishing the knot and taking a step back to admire the result in the mirror. He's getting pretty good at this. Lots of practice in the last few months, ever since he took the bodyguard gig officially on the road. Clients like it when he wears a tie. ”You know the chick I've been babysitting for the past few weeks, the one whose stalker I caught trying to climb in through the fucking window? She and her dad's taking me to some fancy place, uh... Piccolo something, to thank me. Since you're working the late shift, I thought – ”

Ian interrupts, straightening: ”Piccolo Sogno? Like, that really romantic place down in West Town? You telling me the girl who has a crush on you is taking you there?” He pauses, looking at Mickey with a cross between disbelief and bemusement. ”Are you going on a fucking date?”

Mickey stares at him. ”What the hell are you talking about?” he demands. Crush? Date? What?

---

The chick's name is Charlotte Eckerton.

He was supposed to call her Ms. Eckerton, she insisted he say Charlie, and what he actually went with was usually some classic television reference that she didn't get, or – when she's was being particularly annoying – ”hey, brat”. She was probably no worse than any other spoiled little North Side princess, but Mickey sure as hell didn't get why anyone, no matter how loony, would want to stalk her, because literally all she did was go to class, study, shop, and party with her equally irritating friends. Oh, and endlessly updating her Instagram stories with every last detail about her fascinating life, of course. He put a quick stop to that, because continually announcing your location to the public when a deranged psycho was stalking you was... well, let's face it, it was about as stupid as he expected from these people.

She threw a tantrum when he swapped her phone for one with restricted access to social media apps, and she tried to give him the slip at least twice a day for the first four days, going as far as paying some other goons to attack him while she made a run for it. She was not completely stupid, he had to give her that, and he was beginning to understand why her father had come to him rather than hire a more well-established firm. The girl was a complete nuisance, and occasionally quite clever about it. Clearly needed someone wise to all the tricks, and unafraid to rein her in and tell her in no uncertain terms when she was being an idiot.

Mr. Eckerton was loaded, having made his fortune doing some IT-shit or other, and for the kind of money he was offering, Mickey was prepared to put up with a quite a lot of hare-brained shenanigans, as well as hanging out at the Magnificent Mile afternoon after afternoon, and listening to the brat's endless babble about... hair? Make-up? Bands? Whatever. He didn't really pay attention; he'd have needed to be paid hell of a lot more than he was to do that.

After a week or so of thwarted escape attempts Charlotte had exchanged overt defiance for a more subtle approach, trying to throw him off his game by suddenly gifting him stuff, like a dark gray shirt ”that goes really well with your eyes”. He took the shirt, because it was pretty nice, as was the watch and the stupidly expensive hair-product she produced in the following days. He was a little insulted she thought he could be bought so easily, though; she'd have needed to double her father's money, at the very least – or gotten him a nice car. He had said as much to Ian, who had eyed the gifts with an unreadable expression on his face, and had failed to comment.

When bribery too proved a failed tactic she started asking a lot of personal question instead, fishing for weaknesses to exploit. Her strategy was pitifully obvious, however, and Mickey gave her nothing but monosyllabic responses. Finally, she resigned herself to being stuck with him for the time being, and mercifully stopped pestering him about letting her go to whatever concert or party was happening that night. She still dressed up and put on elaborate make-up every damned evening, though, even if it was just the two of them chilling at her place, but he supposed it was something for her to do. Fuck knew he could sympathize with the boredom of being locked up.  

So that was Charlotte, spoiled and stubborn and maybe a little bit clever underneath it all. Not the worst person he could imagine babysitting, not by a long shot, but not one he'd think back on either, now that the job was done. He probably wouldn't even have accepted her and her father's invitation to take him out for a meal, if it hadn't been for Ian's occasional insistence that he needed to be ”nicer to his clients” and ”cultivate professional contacts”. This only made his husband's reaction to the whole situation all the more annoying –

”It is not a date,” Mickey says flatly, irritation coloring his voice, because Ian is smiling at him in all too knowing way. ”I probably saved her fucking life, she wants to buy me dinner. That doesn't make this a – Listen, her fucking father is going to be there.”

”Yeah, sure he will.” Ian crosses his arms, still smirking like an asshole, but there's just a hint of an edge to the smile now. ”Does she even know you're gay?”

Mickey rolls his eyes. ”Of course she fucking knows, because I open every damned conversation with 'Hi, I'm Mickey and I love cocks' like a normal fucking faggot. Jesus. It hasn't come up. She knows I'm married.”

”Like that's gonna – ”

They're interrupted by the door to Liam's room opening, the boy stepping out to give them his very best judgemental look. ”Why are you yelling? I need to study.”

”Oh, it's nothing,” Ian says casually. ”Just Mickey having a date tonight. With a teenage girl.”

”She’s nineteen, and I am not – !”

Liam frowns. ”Is this like when he was fake-dating Byron to make you jealous? Are you going to go on a fake date too? With a girl?”  He pauses, frown deepening: ””Is there a Grindr for straight people?”

Ian's spared a reply as Lip comes up the stairs with Freddie in his arms. He pauses on the top step, brow furrowing as he takes in the scene: Mickey, dressed to the nines and with a scowl to match, Ian smiling with his arms crossed, and Liam wearing his trademark look, the one that says that everyone else is a bit of an idiot. ”What's going on here?”

”Mickey's going on a date with a woman.” Liam offers it readily, a true believer in the free dissemination of information. Probably something he picked up at private school.

Mickey gives a half-choked groan. ”It's not a – ! You know what, fuck you.” With one last glare and an extended middle finger, Mickey grabs his jacket and storms off.

Ian, Liam and Lip watch him go, nonplussed. Lip glances at Ian: ”Huh. Less than a year of marriage and you've already turned him off men.”

”Yeah, well. Have to admit I didn't see that one coming.”

---

The restaurant is fancy as hell, linen cloth and candlelight, one person to take his coat and another to show him to the table. Charlotte is already there, blonde hair pulled back in a strict ponytail, something expensive glittering around her neck and drawing attention to the generious helping of skin her lowcut black dress offers.

The table is set only for two. Mickey frowns as he takes his seat. ”Your father coming?”

”No.” The smile she gives him is very innocent. ”He got held up in a meeting, so he called to say he can't make it. He said to tell you sorry, and to thank you so much for your service.”

Listen to those alarm bells going off all at once... Mickey tries to mentally shake it off. It's nothing to worry about. Just Ian putting weird ideas into his head. ”Uh, yeah. Don't worry about it. Just doing my job.” He waves for the waiter to bring him a beer. He does need a drink, quite urgently.

Charlotte leans forward, looking up at him from under half-closed lids with a very intense expression on her perfectly moisturized face. ”You were so brave when Smithson attacked me. I don't know how I can ever thank you enough. You know, my father is paying for this meal, but if there was something else you wanted... ?”

And that's her grabbing the olive from her drink and very deliberately pushing it past her lips and that's... that's her foot, sans shoe, slowly sliding down his calf.

Oh. Fuck. This is a date. Inwardly groaning, Mickey rubs a tired hand over his face, before looking straight at Charlotte: ”You know I'm fucking gay, right? Like, married to a man?”  Jesus, Ian is never going to let him hear the end of this...

Charlotte reels back just a little, mouth falling slightly open. He's prepared for shock, disgust even – but instead a dreamy look appears on her face. ”Oh my god, that is sooo hot!”

What?

---

He feigns sleep when Ian returns home a quarter past midnight, but his husband isn't fooled. ”How was your date?” he murmurs as he slips in under the covers and wraps his arms around Mickey from behind.

”Shut the fuck up.”

A quiet laugh, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. ”I take it you're sticking with cocks for now then.”

And sure, there's a teasing edge to the words, and sure, he'll hear about this for-fucking-ever, but... Mickey turns around, facing Ian. ”I guess I am,” he agrees, reaching up to run his thumb over Ian's cheek.

Whatever mischief is there fades from Ian's eyes, from his voice: ”I'm glad,” he says simply, and pulls Mickey in for a kiss.

Yeah. So is he.

---

This one goes out to @starkcravingmad​  who suggested a teenage charge crushing on a clueless Mickey, in a reply to this post. I know you didn't ask me to write it, and I have no idea if this is even vaguely related to what you had in mind, but for better or worse you planted the seed, and here we are. Didn't intend for it to get this long, or this silly, but yeah.

[moonxjoon]

How Can I Help You? | chapter 2

one | two

Pairing: HueningKai x barista!Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: Working at the local cafe in town is normally a tiresome day job, until you meet a particularly fascinating young guy who frequents your shop more and more often than usual.

A/N: Isolation got me motivated to so some more writing, quite unfortunate this took so long :/ REQUESTS OPEN!

Your hectic and bustling day continued as per usual, and your captivation with the boy eventually migrated from your mind until it was closing time. You locked up and brought your interest back home to linger in a deep slumber. 

Just as you shut your eyes to let the dark blanket of night whisk you away to sleep, you were roused to your senses when an ear-piercing alarming jerked you awake. Immediately after you lifted your head from your pillow, your hand flew to your face to rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes. It traveled to the back of your head and neck, which were now sore from shifting around too much whilst unconscious. 

You blinked a few times to adjust to the minimal amount of light that covered your room in a grey mist. Looking out your window, you saw the sky was clouded and a hazy overcast indicated it was beginning to snow. You groggily lifted yourself from the bed and as soon as your feet hit the frigid floorboards, the thought of skipping work and going back to bed seemed like the best idea in the world. 

Better judgement took over and you forced yourself to make your way to the bathroom. The steam that filled the small room once you started the shower made you feel a little better; a hot shower would relieve your tense muscles and hopefully make your day go by a tad smoother. 

Just as you stepped out of the tub to wrap a towel around yourself, you were further awakened by a loud knocking at the door.

“Y/N! Did you fall asleep in there or something?? I have to get ready too, y’know!” Your roommate, Lia, shouted from the other side of the door.

Nearly slipping on the unsecured floor mat, you moaned and swung the door open, letting a gust of steam spill out into the hall before you. You looked at her in exasperation, your lips unconsciously twisting into a scowl. For the life of you, you could never pinpoint how your roommate always seemed to get up every morning looking like a Disney princess. Not a single hair was out of place, no sign of smudged makeup from the day before, not even a hint of morning breath. She looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed without even trying most days. 

Catching your unpleasant grimace, she pursed her lips at you in confusion. “You don’t look too happy, sunshine. Rough day yesterday, huh?”

You gazed at her with unyielding tired and swollen eyes, answering her question. 

“Gotcha. It’s sleeting out there, so be careful, yeah?” You let out another guttural groan and shut your eyes as your head hit the side of the doorframe. “I noticed. I’ll be sure to wear my boots, in that case.” You assured.

“Good. I’ll be in class til’ six, so if you slip and bust your ass, I won’t be around to come to your rescue.” She beamed with pearly whites. She didn’t even brush her teeth yet! 

“Now move it, I have to pee really bad.” You shimmied out of her way so she could replace your spot in the bathroom and made your way back to your room to get ready. 

“Oh! And don’t forget to dry your hair well! It’ll freeze right to your scalp if you don’t! Can’t be catching a cold right before finals.” She called out before you shut your own door. 

“Thanks, Lia.” She definitely couldn’t hear you over the sound of her relieving her bladder. 

“Damnitdamnitdamnit!” 

Today was one of those days that solidified your reputation of not being a morning person. As soon as you returned from your shower, you took a quick second (you swore that’s how long it was) to rest after getting dressed. You were doomed the moment you let yourself shut your eyes. Your brief downtime turned into a half-hour snooze, and you awoke instantly realizing and regretting your decision. 

You were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago to open up shop. You hastily threw on the closest pair of shoes in your reach and swung on your coat, rushing out the door without even checking if you locked it behind you. As you sped down the stairs of your complex and out to the unwelcoming chilly street, you pulled out your phone to check the time.

6:35. I am so screwed.

The shop was only a ten minute walk away, seven if you ran there. You braced yourself for the early morning sprint and only then did you realize Lia was right, your damp hair sent chills down your spine. You didn’t even think about grabbing a hat before you left. 

You disregarded the hat, knowing your hair would dry in time. Your legs pumped down and throughout the streets of your town, the routine to work embedded in your head forever, probably.

Five minutes later your breaths were shallow and your calves were burning. The flurries were coming down harder now, obscuring your vision and forcing prickling tears from the corners of your eyes. As pedestrian after pedestrian was dodged from your mad dash down the steep hill leading down to the valleyed intersection, you heard someone call out a few words. Not knowing if they were directed to you or not, you ignored them and continued down the drop off until you forced your eyes wide open to see the crosswalk you needed to get across before you were finally on your cafe’s street. 

You hated this intersection. The two streets, Crown Drive and Summer Boulevard bisected to form what the city dubbed “Cat & Dog Junction”, on account of the recently heavy traffic of pet owners bringing their furry friends out for a stroll around the city before and after work. 

Likewise, this intersection led to the busiest boutiques and most popular businesses that got an abundance of attention from city dwellers. You were one of the lucky employees that had your job nestled comfortably right at the bend of this street, where there was never a dull moment (or for that matter, a moment to breathe). 

The fingers that were clenched at the lapels of your coat were pure white, and your exposed skin on your face burned dully now. The crossway was a few yards away...you just had to cross the street and you’ll get to work less than five minutes late, better than not showing up at all, at least. 

Two more minutes. Be there in two- woAH!

Suddenly your steady running was interrupted by an uneven lip in the pavement of the sidewalk. You felt your entire body start flying forward on the weight of one foot. Your eyes were now pried wide open as your arms began to flail at your sides- grasping at nothing but air. You tried to halt your ungraceful sidewalk skiing by planting both feet to the ground, but to no avail. The pavement below you was slick and icy, preventing you from gaining any sort of traction as you slid down the hill. Your head spun and in a moment of clarity you registered the pedestrians' words from earlier, shouting at you to “be careful!” 

It was more apparent than ever that you probably should have grabbed those snow shoes. 

Red light. Red light. RED LIGHT-

You thought to yourself once you saw that there was nothing in front of you stopping yourself from skating directly into oncoming traffic. Your legs jerked and stumbled under you, like a newborn deer trying to stand on its legs for the first time. Your chest clenches and in a desperate last attempt to impede this disaster, you shut your eyes tight and brace for impact- praying to god your body will let you fall and land on your ass or even on your face instead of getting hit by a car. 

You finally make contact with something, but not the ground, nor what you expected a car speeding toward you would feel like. Your face slammed harshly into something hard, yet plush. And instead of falling straight to the ground after impact, you were suspended in a firm grasp to prevent you from slipping. Your noodle-like appendages now had something to cling to, and you frantically grappled at the thing that thankfully caught your fall. 

The wind was literally knocked out of your lungs as your body met the unidentified savior, who reciprocated a huff of air as your bodies collided. 

“Woah...that’s one way to start your morning off with a kick!”

Your fawn-like legs finally steadied themselves on the ground and your fingers were now shaking in apprehension, embarrassed knowing you almost absolutely “ate it” as Lia would say. You lifted your head from the formers’ chest about to profusely apologize, but paused when you heard the very familiar voice that belonged to your rescuer. That damned boy from yesterday.

“Are you alright? That could’ve ended a whole hell of a lot worse.” 

Kai was currently blocking your view from the crosswalk leading to the cafe. His towering body had stepped around the corner just in time to prevent you from speeding into the road. You gazed up him in utter shock, shaking because of your near crash, but that was old news. Now you were shaking because he was holding onto where your hips and waist met in order to stabilize you better on your own feet.

After a few pants of relief, you calmed your hands and forced yourself to loosen your grip on his jacket that you still clung to, probably leaving nail marks in the refined material. 

“God, yeah no, I-I’m g-good, I’m really sorry I’m late for work and forgot my snowshoes and had to sprint here and didn’t realize there was black ice and I slid all the way down from the top of the hill and again I’m sorry I didn't mean to crash into like that- b-but thanks for stopping me from running straight into oncoming traffic hah-” 

You inhaled several breaths of air from that one sentence and felt like you were gonna pass out until he stopped you. “Hey, no need to apologize. Just a Good Samaritan preventing a lovely lady from nearly dying. All in a days’ work.” He instinctively pulled you towards the inner corner buildings and away from the busy street. 

Stop, your fingers are shaking again. Calm down.

Your heaving breaths slowed down and you looked up at him, noticing the same exact smile plastered on his lips that brought his eyes into thin crescent shapes. His chocolate locks spilled out from underneath a black trapper hat which shielded his ears from the chilly weather. 

More of his noteworthy features were glossed over when his touch was felt through your clothes- his hands were still clutched to your waist firmly as if you would fall right over if he let go. Moreover, your own hands still held securely to the fabric covering his chest, keeping the two of you stiffly locked in place.

It started getting warmer when the two of you had still not broken eye contact. It felt like he was studying your face in earnest detail, inching closer and closer to inspect every aspect.

You pried yourself off him suddenly when your cheeks threatened to turn deep scarlet. His lithe fingers let go when you resisted him, instantly shoving them back into his pockets. 

He cleared his throat and asked “You sure you’re okay? You seem a little shaken up still.” He offered another smile, kind and sympathetic.

You quickly nodded and brushed yourself off. “I’m good, don’t worry about me. Again, thank you so much, Kai.” 

His head perked up and his grin became wider. 

Hey! You remembered my name?” you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Well why wouldn’t I remember-” You shut your mouth quickly. 

Exactly, why would you remember his name, weirdo?

“Uhm, yeah, I remember your...suit? The tie was familiar, and I remembered you wore the same one yesterday.” You bluffed and motioned to the dark blue tie barely poking through his suit jacket and outer coat. 

He glanced down to his outfit and back to you with a questioning smirk. “My tie was memorable, huh? Interesting. Thought this was the most basic one I owned.” 

You blushed hard and bit the inside of your cheek, forcing out a chuckle. “Guess it’s pretty eye-catching.” You thanked god when he changed the topic.

“Funny, I figured I’d run into you again, but not this literally, Y/N.” You took in the way his entire body seemed to bounce up and down when he giggled or even just let out a brief chuckle. The high points of his face donned a coral glow, dotting his nose and cheeks daintily. He was the very definition of a pretty boy. 

Wait, he actually expected to meet again? You suddenly felt even more dizzy than before. 

“You remembered my name too, I see.” You commended him. 

“Of course, that drink you made for me the other day was delicious. I was actually heading to the cafe right now to get another before class.” The personal bubble the two of you had made while talking to each other suddenly burst when you realized you were still running late. You seriously got caught up in his conversation, completely disregarding your job. You peered over his broad shoulders to see the walk now signal brighten up across the street. 

“Crap, I forgot I’m gonna be clocked in late! Uhm, if you’re still in for a coffee, I’ll be glad to make it for you once I get situated?” You sped to the crosswalk and looking both ways this time, diligently making your way to the adjacent street with Kai in close pursuit. He seemed to keep up just fine, though, since his strides were a whole lot longer than yours.

“Think I’ll take you up on the offer.” You contentedly walked alongside each other until you reached the little coffeehouse. He rushed in front of you and pulled the door open for you to enter, earning him a coy smile and ‘thanks’. A wave of relief washed over you when you saw the shop was not as packed as yesterday, save for a few customers sitting by the window bar enjoying breakfast. 

The relief vanished when a hostile voice erupted from behind the counter. 

“Y/N! All hands on deck, sweetheart! We haven’t got all day to wait on you.” Your manager shouted at you from across the counter.

With a thinly pressed mouth, you hastily tried to pull off your coat to hang up on the coat rack. “I’m coming, Jen. Got caught up in some traffic, cut me some slack?” You called back as you fumbled around attempting to take your arms out of your heavy coat. “Your paycheck doesn’t wait up for traffic. I have three orders waiting here for you! And you don’t even own a car!” 

She yelled in front of the customers as she expertly poured another piping cup of joe. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment with indifference. She really has no problem making a scene like that right in front of everyone. 

Your arms continued to wiggle free of the jacket, until you were aided by another set of arms carefully pulling it off for you. 

“Here, lemme help you out.” Kai said whilst holding your sleeves, allowing you to easily slip it off. 

“Oh, thanks…” You mumbled and watched as he placed it on the rack before you. He gave you a nod and smiled before slipping off his own coat and trailing behind you once more. 

You shimmied your way around the line of customers and behind the counter to grab your apron. As you tied it around your waist, you spotted the empty cups lined up at the brew station with stickers specifying the type of drink and whatever extra elaborate instructions the customer ordered. 

You picked up the first empty cup hesitantly before glancing behind you when you heard someone situating themselves at a barstool. 

Kai had sat down at the bar where patrons typically waited for their orders or relaxed with their morning joe before work. You met eyes and peered at your manager, who had her back turned, still tapping away at the register. 

Cup still in hand, you turned back to Kai and shifted over to him. His coat was draped behind his seat, yet he still adorned his winter cap. “Aren’t you gonna order something? The line is getting long.” You said quietly, still glancing over your shoulder at Jennie. 

His fingers fiddled with each other as he looked at the aforementioned queue stretching across the shop. “It looks like you’re backed up, I was just going to ask for a cream cheese pastry from the display case. I’ll pay with cash.” 

You questioned his choice to only get a snack, but you complied regardless. Multitasking between making beverages and taking orders, you took a few seconds to grab the pastry from the case and plate it nicely on a small saucer. Before you handed it to Kai, you grabbed a small mug from the cupboard and swiftly poured another drink whilst maneuvering around an already irritated Jennie. 

“Here you go. Enjoy.” You placed the plate and cup in front of him, wiping off excess whip on your apron. He eyed the treat and then the whipped cream topped cup with a confused look. 

“I don't remember ordering a coffee along with it?” He asked. He was now sitting on his hands, warming them from the chilly outdoors. He had looked like a little kid excitedly waiting for his treat. 

“I know, I just finished the first round of drinks. I wanted to try my hand at a new one; this one’s called the ‘Harry Potter’. It’s butter rum and english toffee, taste it! On the house.” 

He took the piping mug to his lips and gingerly sipped at it, in the process coating his upper lip with a fluffy white mustache. He licked it away and nodded his head in approval. “Not bad, I couldn’t imagine your coffee yesterday could top anything, but this beats it out by a second.” 

His smile made you reciprocate, clapping your hands together in glee. “Awesome! I thought it’d be too sweet at first, but if you liked the last one I was sure you’d enjoy this one. Take it as a thank you for saving me down the street earlier.”

He took a big bite out of his pastry, nearly finishing it off in one swift gulp. “Well I couldn’t just let you get hit by a car. I should be thanking you, silly.” 

“Please don’t mention it. It was kind of embarrassing looking like a clumsy penguin.” You talked to him while facing the brewing station, prepping the next order. 

“Aw, but penguins are cute! Plus, every animal is clumsy on ice, you’re no exception and neither are penguins. You made it look cuter, though.” He quipped and took another sip of his drink.

You couldn’t help but at him fondly, smiling at his compliment about you being cute compared to a penguin. He seemed so innocent, yet so confident at the same time. He was almost too endearing. You thanked him for his sweet words, but disagreed at the fact that not a lot of things were cuter than a baby penguin. 

You chatted with each other about menial things, like what schools you went to, how the weather was acting up, and how the township should really salt the sidewalks more often. You found out he went to the academic academy for arts students, known as the Theatrical Experience Training School, or as the students apparently called it, TXT. That explained the pretty embroidered patch on his suit; he was an artsy kid. 

“That’s really cool, what’s your area of expertise?” You asked as you wiped down the counter he sat at, as the early morning rush of people died down leaving you a hot second to breathe. 

“I play a few instruments here and there, but I mostly sing. I was lucky enough to start uni a year early- I’m part of a band with some classmates, we all got scholarships to go there and learn about the ins and outs of becoming performers. We’ve actually written a few songs together, but they’re nothing too special. We’re hoping we can make it big one day, you know?”

You were intrigued by his description of the school, his aspirations, and talents. You were not as musically inclined in the slightest. Hell, you were still undecided about what your major should be, but you admired his dream and determination. 

“Don’t downplay that like its no big deal, that’s so cool! If you and your boys are willing to put in that much effort to become artists, I’m sure you’ll be able to get to your goal. Hey, in return for the pastry and coffee, you should let me see one of your shows before you get crazy famous.” 

He had finished his drink and pastry and was now tapping the side of the mug, staring into the empty cup. You could tell he was blushing at your compliment, a smile creeping over his lips. 

“We’ll see how things turn out. I appreciate it, though, more than you think. It’s not easy to make a career out of music, but we really love doing it. I can’t see myself anywhere else that doesn’t involve music, honestly.” Before you could respond, his head turned to the clock behind you and he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his coat. 

“Speaking of, morning vocal warm-ups start soon, I gotta go!” He pulled on his coat and adjusted his hat and straps of his backpack. “I don’t want to pull a Y/N and be late. Thank you again for the coffee. See you later!” 

You were about to chide him for making fun of you, but all you had time for was a quick ‘bye’, and a friendly wave. 

Just as he turned towards the door, he froze for a second before spinning back around to face you. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He hastily dug into his coat pocket, fishing out a dollar bill. 

“For a hat. Your hair looks like it's frozen to your head, you know. Dry your hair a little next time.” He shoved the dollar into the tip jar placed at the front of the counter and spun back around on his heel. 

“Thank you, uh, come again-!” You called out. 

You watched him leave again, past the shop windows and around the corner. Looking at the clock yourself, you were surprised to find that only ten minutes had passed since you arrived at work. 

“Weird…” You muttered. It legitimately felt like you’ve been working and talking to Kai for nearly an hour. Time seemed to slip right by, you guess. Day two went on without a hitch, aside from a few remarks from Jen telling you to “stop daydreaming and get back to work” and one spilled iced latte at one of the booths in the corner. 

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your brief encounters with Kai had lasted longer than it actually had. Time flew past much quicker than yesterday you noted. You walked past the silvery machinery while making your next drink, catching your reflection hand brushing down a few flyaways you noticed at the top of your head. 

It was still cold and damp from this morning. 

[multiharlot]

angel || reid/emily x angel!reader (6)

summary: y/n must cope with being human. as she adjusts to life on earth, she must also continue her mission in finding her true soulmate.

warnings: depression and cursing. also, this one feel short to me. sdjkfsl sorry if it is.

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third person pov

y/n laid on her stomach, her curtains closed and her phone face down on the dresser. the tears silently streamed down her face as the music played gently from her overhead projector. her friends stood anxiously outside her door, unsure of wether or not they should go in. she’d been on earth for about a week now and nobody’s seen or heard from her since she was released from the hospital four days ago. 

“should we just...go in?” reid asks, looking at his teammates. 

“i’m not kickin’ her door down, kid.”

“no...no i have a key.” he chuckles awkwardly, holding up the key she had made for him before all of this ever began. 

“oh.” emily nods, pursing her lips. 

reid nods his head, stepping forward and unlocking the door and calling out for the girl. she wanted to respond, she really did, but she couldn’t find it in herself to use her voice. the candles she had lit had burnt out and her bedroom no longer smelled like roses, but like smoke. the fairy lights on the wall flickered on and off as she just laid underneath her comforter. she hadn’t moved herself in over 24 hours. she didn’t know how exhausting being human was. she now understood what it was like to be tired and weak. she felt like she had no power, and technically, she didn’t. she was in so much pain both physically and emotionally. everything she’d known was gone. she didn’t know how to give up the only life she’d ever known. 

“do you guys smell that? it’s candle smoke...and a lot of it.” jj frowns as she stuck her nose up into the air. 

“it’s so...dark.” garcia sighs as she opens the curtains in her friend’s living room. 

“her fridge is...completely empty. and the only thing in her sink are empty water glasses.” derek says as he walks around her kitchen. 

“she probably isn’t used to the fact that eating is something she has to do now. angel’s didn’t need to eat. they only ate for recreational purposes, remember?” emily sighs.

“or she’s not eating because she’s depressed. she had her wings ripped from her back. i’d be depressed too.” derek quickly responds, wiping his finger across the dusty table. 

as the team continued to profile their friend, reid slipped up the stairs towards her bedroom. he knocked softly before pushing open the door. he saw her laying flat against the mattress, her bare back exposed with her swelling red scars staring him right in the eye. he sighed, taking a seat next to her and he placed his fingers in her hair. combing through it softly. 

“hey” he says softly.

they sat there for just a moment before emily popped her head in the doorway, the team following suit. 

“i’m so tired” y/n mumbles sadly into her pillow as the tears continued to stream silently down her face. 

“i know, baby. i know.” emily coos, kneeling down in front of her face and wiping away at her sticky cheeks. 

“it hurts.” y/n whimpers, causing a pain to pull at their chests. 

spencer leans over, picking up the bottles of antibiotics and pain medications. he holds up the bottles to the team. mouthing to them that she hadn’t taken a single one. 

“hey...come on. let’s sit up, huh?” emily smiles softly, pushing y/n’s messy hair from her face. 

“we brought you some food. courtesy of mr. david rossi himself. he and hotch watch you to call them when you’re feeling better.” derek smiles, holding up the plastic bag. 

“he made you farfalle. those little bow tie pastas you like.” garcia smiles, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. 

y/n clutches her untied top to her body as emily gently helps sit her up. y/n whimpers slightly as she pushes herself upwards, stretching the scars on her back. 

“here.” spencer says as he reaches forward, grabbing the strings of her tank top and gently tying them around her neck and waist, leaving the middle strings untied. 

“thank you.” she says softly as emily squeezes y/n’s hand lightly, tucking her loose strands of hair behind her ears.

“there you go. how about we eat a little and get some medicine in you, yeah?” emily says as she smiles softly at the broken girl in front of her. 

her friends weren’t entirely sure what to do. how do they console the woman who used to be their guardian angel? how do they heal the one who was meant to be the one healing them?

y/n nodded her head as she scooted closer to reid, patting the empty space beside her for emily to crawl in. at the back of everyone’s minds, they couldn’t help but wonder about the soulmate situation and what exactly this meant for them. but that wasn’t important right now. because y/n couldn’t even get out of bed, let alone think about love. jj smiled softly as she sat against the wall behind y/n and began brushing softly through her hair. and garcia pulled out a small basket of nail polishes, scooting over slightly as derek sat on the other end of her bed, opening garcia’s laptop and connecting it to y/n’s overhead projector.

“you guys don’t have to do thi-” y/n begins to say, but is quickly cut off when reid shoves a forkful of pasta into her mouth. 

“yes we do. you’ve done so much for us. let us do this for you.” jj smiles as she pulls up y/n’s hair into a neat ponytail.

y/n’s eyes begin to well up again as she chewed the pasta, her jaw already tiring from the chewing. 

“so, what sounds better to you. romance, action, or comedy?” derek smiles, turning the laptop screen towards the girl. 

y/n simply shrugs, swallowing the pasta and reid follows up with another forkful. she blushes lightly as she opens her mouth, taking the pasta in. 

“i can feed myself, spenny.” she says, covering her mouth. 

he chuckles, blushing a deep red as he nods his head. 

“yeah...i know. but everyone’s doing something and i didn’t just want to sit here.” he shrugs. 

“i’m not doing anything either.” emily quickly butts in, making y/n smile. 

“ah, there’s that smile.” jj mumbles as she finishes slicking back the small baby hairs. 

“i can feel the sun shining brighter already.” garcia sighs happily as she continues painting the girl’s toenails a soft yellow. 

y/n pauses for a moment, her mind running to what abba and gabriel could possibly be doing right now. her hand unconsciously traveled up to her golden cross necklace, gripping it tightly. 

“alright, i chose mamma mia because you really like ABBA.” derek chuckles, making the fragile girl smile and nod her head. 

“yeah...i do.”

y/n’s pov

the bullpen was slightly empty, seeing as it was 6pm and the team was barely making their return from their latest case. i walk over to emily’s desk, plopping myself on top of it, swinging my legs back and forth as i wait for the the rest of the team to show. as i’m waiting, i feel a gentle hand place itself onto my arm. 

“hey pretty girl.” derek smiles as he seats himself into his chair. 

“hi derek.”

“feeling better?”

i nod, criss crossing my legs and turning to face his desk that was placed directly in front of emily’s. 

“i cleaned out my house today. went grocery shopping. and i’m in the process of getting a new job. call it a miracle, but somehow, that old flower shop by my house closed down. so i’m thinking of opening dc’s first botanical tea shop.” i say, smiling excitedly. 

“what? that’s great!” derek chuckles, walking over and wrapping his arms around me, being extra careful not to hold me too tightly or touch the scars. 

he pulls away from me, ruffling the top of my hair. i pout, flattening it down. i hear jj laugh loudly and my head turns towards the door where jj, emily, and spencer walk in with their go-bags in their hands. emily’s eyes fall on mine and her smile widens.

“hey dolly. what’re you doing here?“ she asks as she places her things down onto her chair. 

“just wanted to see you guys. plus, garcia and i have plans to get our nails done.” i smiled as jj walks over to me, wrapping her arms gently around my shoulders. 

“well, we’re happy you’re here.” she smiles as she pulls away from me. 

rossi and hotch walk over, both with wide smiles on their faces. 

“mi bella, it’s lovely to see you.” rossi smiles as he places a gentle kiss on the side of my head. 

“hi” i gush, squeezing his shoulders tightly. 

“you feeling better?” hotch asks as he leans in to give me a quick hug. 

i nod, rolling my tense shoulders slightly. 

“and how’s ummm...” spencer trails off, waving his finger towards his back. 

“better. they’re all healed up now. but...it still hurts sometimes. both physically and mentally.” i sigh, pulling my cardigan tightly around my shoulders. 

“i’m hereee!” garcia squeals as she runs towards us, her things in her arms. 

“well it was good to see you, y/n” hotch says, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. 

“bye hotch. say hi to jack for me!” i shout after him as he closes his office door. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning?” emily asks as she places her hand on the small of my back. 

i nod, hopping off the desk, wobbling slightly. 

“what’s tomorrow morning?” spencer asks, as an awkward tension fills the room. 

“i’m taking her to breakfast. it’s her favorite meal of the day.” em smiles, and spencer nods his head. 

“just make sure you don’t take her to the greenhouse. we went there once and she’s not a fan. but she likes lady camellia. she’s got a soft spot for good tea and clotted cream.” spencer slyly suggests as he sips nonchalantly on his coffee. 

emily raises her eyebrow at the messy haired genius and i clear my throat awkwardly as i nod my head, looping my arm into garcia’s. 

“we have to go our we’ll be late. i’ll see you guys later. and ummm...have a good night. drive safely, please.” i mumble, turning on my heels and pulling garcia out of the doors and into the elevators. 

“so...emily?”

i sigh, shaking my head. 

“i thought so. then i became fully human. and now...it’s literally like a feel such a strong connection to them both. and i don’t even...i don’t know. i need time to figure it out. but it all just feels so wrong to me. i don’t want to mess things up between them.”

“hey...they’ll understand. just talk to them, okay?”

“yeah...talk to them. i can do that.”

turns out. i, actually, cannot do it at all. 

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[darlingpetao3]

Flashworld (Ralph Dibny x Reader)

Rating: G

Summary: During a storm, a freak accident sends you into a very familiar world - one you happen to watch every week on TV - and come face to face with a member of Team Flash.

A/N: As soon as I read this request, it made me think of the beginning of Netflix’s Dramaworld (and if you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest checking that out).

“Oh my God, Ralph’s first super suit!” you exclaim to yourself, with a laugh. “It really was terrible in season four.”

Holding your phone in your hand, you are so into this episode of The Flash. It’s one you’ve seen before, obviously, but with your intense rewatch of the series, nothing would distract you from the small screen.

Not even when you should be cleaning up on your late shift at work. And truth be told, you kind of don’t want to leave the building yet. That storm outside is pretty nasty...

Everyone had gone home already, the doors are locked, and as you clean up everyone’s mess from earlier, you still have your phone in one hand. The Flash blares on.

“Ralph had such great character development,” you continue to talk to yourself. “He’s such a sweetie on the inside. Ugh, look at that smile!”

Thunder rumbles outside and nearly breaks your concentration from the show. Nearly.

“It’s so heartbreaking when DeVoe takes over his body. I’m in no hurry for that episode.”

Miraculously, something breaks through to your concentration and commentary on the episode when you hear the tell-tale sounds of riffraff outside the building. You groan and head towards the window to crack it open.

“Hey, you kids!” you shout down at them from above. “Get a move on! There’s no loitering here!”

“Yeah, whatever!” they holler back rebelliously, and maybe seem like they’re about to leave after all. Ugh, youths.

“I can wait here all night! Or do you want me to call the-?”

You aren’t even able to finish your sentence because it’s in this very second that the impossible decides to strike.

Literally.

While one hand holds your phone, and the other still grips the metal handle of the window, lightning strikes you. At first, you feel a jolt, then this odd and frightening sense like you’re spinning. Is this what death feels like?

Everything is dark and wet. Did you fall out of the window? If so, then why aren’t you in severe pain? You are inundated with a series of questions, but first, you decide to hurry back inside your building.

Except it looks nothing like your building.

Climbing the stairs, you reach the second floor - your floor - and find the door down the hall and on the left. But what you find at the door is not the business you work for. Absolutely not. What you do find is something that makes you scream.

Ralph Dibny

Private Investigator

“What the actual hell? What is going on here?” In a continuing series of outbursts from you trying to decipher who’s playing this joke on you, the door you’re so concerned about starts to open.

“What’s all the commotion about…?”

You hear the familiar voice before you lay eyes on the extremely familiar face, finding yourself blinking and gaping at the very real and attractive face of Ralph freaking Dibny.

What the actual f-

Shoes still wet from being outside, you slip on the slick floor, arms flailing and all. But ever the hero, Ralph catches you in the nick of time. Were those his stretchy arms? Is it really him? Is this seriously happening?

“Whoa now, up you go,” he says, getting you to stand back on your feet again.

“I- Is this a dream?”

“Don’t worry, I have that effect on the ladies,” Ralph tells you with a wink as if it’s a secret.

“...Thanks. For that,” you gesture, referring to him catching you. “I’m sorry, but where exactly am I? Just so I’m sure.”

“You’re at my office? Did you need a private investigator?”

“Not at this moment,” you reply, still trying to wrap your head around this… this is a dream, right? “And I’m in…?”

“One hell of a pair of jeans?” Ralph offers. Oh my God, is Ralph Dibny flirting with me??

You can’t help the giggle that leaves you at the sheer insanity. This is unreal. “I meant the city. This is… Central City, correct?”

“That’s right. Have you been hit in the head, by chance?”

“Not as far as I know,” you murmur. “And, you know, just for laughs, what year is it?”

“Two thousand eighteen, baby!” Ralph confirms for you. “Although I still find myself writing two thousand seventeen, don’t you?”

"Haha, yeah, totally.”

This is such a trip.

So, if you really are in season four of The Flash as you’re suspecting, then things will play out like in the show, right? What about the in-between bits of the episodes, what happens then? Your head feels like it’s going to explode. You need to figure out when exactly you fell into the show.

“Say, Ralph- can I call you Ralph?” you ask.

“You can call me anything you want and any time you want,” he replies smoothly.

Okay, keep it together. Keep it together.

“Noted,” you play-punch his arm and you mentally scold yourself. He may seem familiar to you because he’s on your favourite show, but you’ve never met him before now! “Um, anyway, right, so, how’s Barry Allen doing? I know you’re friends with him. I’ve been trying my best to keep up with the news…”

Ralph looks a bit taken aback at the mention of his friend and Team Flash leader. “He’s a real champ, doing the best anyone could in his situation. You know, he’s completely innocent.”

Ah, okay, it’s around Barry’s trial.

“I believe that he is too,” you tell him. “Actually, Ralph, I was wondering-”

“-Yes, you can have my number.”

You laugh again. He really is incorrigible. Ralph appears proud that he keeps getting you to laugh so easily.

“Slow your roll, Casanova. I want to help.” You look around the corridor for prying ears. “I know things.”

Ralph narrows his eyes at you. “What exactly do you know?”

“I kind of know what happens in the future,” you say, bracing yourself.

“You mean you’re psychic? Are you a meta?” he whispers.

“Uh, yes?” Oh great. You’re lying to an actual investigator. Funnily enough, though, Ralph seems to buy it. “And I know your secret.”

“My secret?” he asks warily.

“Your very elongated secret. But don’t worry, you can trust me. I’m a big fan.”

That came out far too fangirly than you’d expected. There’s a bit of a pause in the conversation as Ralph surveys you. You expect he’s trying to get a read on you.

“How would you like to work with me?” he asks straight out of the gate.

“Wow, what? Really? Just like that?”

“Sure. I could use a psychic meta on my cases, and I know some other folks that might appreciate your powers. Especially right about now.”

He means Team Flash, he means Team Flash!

“Yes, okay, I would love to work with you, Ralph,” you reply with a grin.

“Great. Why don’t you meet me back here at ten tomorrow morning? We can get started.”

“Wonderful. Awesome. Sounds good. See you then.” With one last glance at the PI, you turn around on your heels and make your way back from which you entered. As you begin to leave the building, even more questions start to fill your head.

Will things change the timeline of the show now that you’re here inside it? Are you able to change things - like Barry going to jail or DeVoe taking over Ralph’s body?

Does this mean you’re a character in the show now?

Are you… being watched by millions of people at home at this very moment?

You give a little wave to nowhere in particular, and start to think about where you might stay the night in Central freaking City.

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Requested by @kurtbastianlover​: Hi can you write a one shot where reader would appear in flash universe and she would know what happens to Ralph and how in the end they defeat de voe because in her reality she watched the flash on TV and Ralph would be attracted to her because she would get his jokes and also have an eye for detail and help him as P.I.

[bangtanlalaland]

own it | pjm ft. jjk (m.)

synopsis ↳your husband, Jimin Park, punishes you for being the slut that you are. can you handle it?

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— marriage!au; ceo!au

→pairing: senior vp!park jimin x wife!female reader     ↳featuring: ceo!jeon jungkook

→genre: smut, pwp

→word count: 4.9k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: infidelity, cuckold, dom jungjook & jimin x sub reader, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, oral sex (f + m receiving), use of sex toys, ass play, dick slapping, face fucking/gagging/deepthroating, bondage, unprotected sex + protected sex, spanking, hair pulling, delayed orgasm, over-stimulation, cum swallowing, creampie, inspired by: “own it” by drake & “save it” by tory lanez

a/n: heyyyy everyone. I’m guessing you all like my previous smut with Joon 😏 if you haven’t checked it out yet then click here! lolol but honestly this is probably the dirtiest I’ve ever written. I’m a dirty hoe for these sexy beasts ok don’t judge me! 😭 but I hope you all like this one :)))))))

☞ disclaimer: I do not support or condone infidelity in any form or way. Nor do I take part in or support cuckold relationships. Therefore, if any of these acts offend you, do not read. Please remember that this body of text is for entertainment purposes only.

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This is it. The night that could possibly change your lives. Your husband, Jimin Park, works for the biggest conglomerate in the nation. The company decided to hold an exclusive party at the city’s famous club lounge downtown, to congratulate the next possible candidate for the Senior VP position. And tonight would determine if he got the promotion.

The President of the company was none other than Jungkook Jeon. From the moment Jimin introduced you to him at last year’s Christmas ball, you had your eyes set on him. He was hot. Fresh. Young. And given that you had a few years over him, that gave you a motive to get what you really wanted.

No, not sex. Your husband’s promotion. Well, of course sex was just a decoy to get what you came for. Which is why you’re now in a private VIP room, awaiting Jungkook to meet you. Your eyes jump up as you notice the curtains pry open. And there he is.

Attired in an all black suit and tie. His jet black hair slick with gel, hanging below his eyes, and three silver hoops in both ears. He slides his fingers through his hair, revealing the tattoo on his right knuckle that reads: JEON, combined with a small crown and a sad face (☹︎) tattoo on his index and ring finger - looking like your typical “90′s boyfriend” aesthetic. Just the sight of him makes your body perspire. But you have to suck it up.

“Mrs. Park,” He grabs your hand to place a kiss on it. “It is always a pleasure.”

“Cut the shit, Jungkook. You and I both know that I only came here so that we can discuss business... matters.”

You hear him scoff and see he slightly chuckles under his breath. This results in you cocking your head to the right and lifting your eyebrows. Your tone gets louder and a little harsh..

“You do remember our deal, right?”

“How could I forget?”

“Great! Then please enlighten me on how you'll be announcing my husbands promotion tonight,” You reply as you turn your back to seat yourself down on the nearest leather sofa. You get the feeling you should turn the sassiness up a notch, since Jungkook is starting to piss you off. You want nothing more than to see your husband grow in this cutthroat business. Because.. well, you love him and you see how hard he works. He deserves it.

Your left leg is crossed over your right leg, and you stare at the wall ahead of you - awaiting his answer. Jungkook eases his way to your left side and slides his hand up and down over your exposed thigh. He inches closer to you, and you feel his breath on your left ear. He softly nibbles on it, gently grazing with his teeth.

You shift in your seat. “Under one last condition.” At this very moment, feeling his touch makes your core quiver intensely. No matter how hard you tried or how much you thought you were “in charge,” you really weren’t. It only took one look or touch from Jungkook and you were ready to risk it all.

You were willing to do any and everything it took to make sure your husband got that promotion. So in reality, Jungkook was the dom here. Not you. You slowly turn towards his gaze and uncross your legs, not realizing this gives him more access to the lower part of your body. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He sneakily eases his hand toward your thigh and inches to the inner part, rubbing and squeezing.

Doing so makes you squirm and you instantly regret this as you hear him say: “I need you. Just one last time.” You nervously shake your head no, and he squeezes your thigh even tighter. “Please, Y/N. Give me what I need and I promise you can have whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I just need you so fucking bad!”

“Fuck off! Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to get us caught?”

Jungkook gives your thigh a hard, shocking slap that makes you naturally squeal. He entangles his fingers in your hair to softly yank your head up, giving him access to your neck and ear. “Don’t fucking try me. I know you think you’re the one in charge, but let’s remember who has the real power here. Now shut your fucking mouth and do as I say.” He pulls your hair harder. “Understood?” You look at him, with a desperate hunger in your eyes. “Yes Jung-”

You suddenly feel his grip on your hair pull you forward and before you could realize he pushed you down so that now you’re bent over on top of him, he clashes his right hand to your ass - with the most force he could muster up, forcing a low yelp from your lips. He grabs a lock of your hair again to pull your head back up as he looks into your eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Yes Mr. Jeon! I understand.” “Good girl,” he responds as he caresses your ass before giving it yet another harsh hit. A warm gush of wetness drenches what was your favorite pair of panties. With you still bent over, he lifts the seam of your dress up to reveal your black, lace undergarment. He groans in excitement.

You look over your shoulder at him as he grabs both of your ass cheeks and squeezes them with those strong, hands, his veins popping through them. He lifts you up and throws you on the sofa, laying you on your back.

He grazes his nails up your thighs while he’s on top of you, kissing and sucking on your neck. He moves up your neck to your earlobe. You let out soft moans into his ear, which results in him rubbing your core through your panties.

“I need your pussy in my mouth now. Sit on my face.” He kisses you one last time before he removes your panties, stuffing them in his pocket. You notice his sneaky gesture, “Hey, what the hell?”

“I’ll give them back later. Problem?” You nod your head no. He then grabs your hands to lift you up along with him. He lays down on the sofa and gestures you to get on top of him. You’ll have to admit. The sex with Jungkook was okay, but his strongsuit was oral. He could literally send you to the Heavens with his tongue.

Unlike Jimin, who could make you cum not only with his tongue, but his fingers and cock as well. You straddle on top of him and before you could think, he wastes no time in gripping your waist to pull you straight down onto his mouth, devouring your pussy on contact. Your breath is taken away.

The slurping sounds of his lips making love to your core result in you throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning his name. You feel him humming against your core, and it drives you insane. “Holy fuck.” You grab a handful of his hair and start grinding on his face. You feel his tongue gliding against your lips. He plays with your clit by drawing circles on it with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, please don’t stop.” He pulls away saying:

“Fuck I missed your pussy so much.” You feel his thumb rubbing your clit, while he slips another finger inside of you. You close your eyes, taking in the pleasure he’s giving you. You feel his tongue back on your clit again, but this time he’s sucking, while still fingering you. “Is that so?” You hear a voice ask.

Your eyes fling open, and you hurriedly jump off of Jungkook’s face. It was your husband. You couldn’t help but think how sexy he looked with his slim-fitted black trousers paired with his black, silky blouse which was slightly unbuttoned, exposing a portion of his chest. And that signature silver chain earring along with two silver hoops in the opposite ear.

His face as pale as snow and as cold as ice. He glides his fingers through his jet black hair. He appeared as the perfect contrast of black and white. Just looking at him gave you goosebumps. Jungkook stands up on his feet, attempting to speak “Jimin, I ca-”

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Jimin says to you, cutting Jungkook off. You look towards Jungkook, and he says “I’m sorry. But we still have that deal.” You scoff, and hurry off to Jimin. He hadn’t said one word to you the entire ride home. Although you did notice he was on his phone most of the time, it appeared as if he was texting.

When you finally make it home, you grew nervous. You weren’t sure how he was going to react. He closed the front door to the minimalist home you live in. With his back turned, you slowly creep up the stairs towards the bedroom you both shared.

Just as you were about to step in the bathroom, he clears his throat loud enough for you to hear. Dammit, you thought. You slowly turn around on your heels. He gradually makes his way towards you, dragging his index finger across the bed. “You want to tell me a little about what the fuck you were doing back there?”

You nervously gulp. You never thought this day would come. You had the perfect plan. He was never supposed to find out. You were only doing this for him. “It-it’s not what you think, Jimin.”

“Oh it isn’t?! Because last I checked, I walked in on you riding my boss’ fucking face!”

“Please. I promise. It was nothing more than just a fling. I was only using him.” Jimin scoffs. Clearly disgusted with you at the point. “I never thought I had such a slut for a wife.” You instantly roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Whatever. Fuck you, I don’t owe you an explanation for shit!” You turn around to walk away but feel Jimin grab you by the arm. His grip was firm, unlike no other before. You look up into those almond-shaped eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To shower. What’s it to y-?”

He lightly slaps your right cheek, and repeats it by slapping your left cheek. “You’re not going any. Fucking. Where. Not until I’m through with you.” He slides his fingers in the back of your hair to pull your neck towards him, giving him access. He gives your neck one long stripe with his tongue, then grabs you by the chin looking into your eyes.

Jimin presses his plump lips against yours, softly biting your lower lip. He pulls away and grabs your arm, shoving you on the bed. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. Still can’t believe you were such a slut for my boss. After I’m through with you tonight.. You won’t even think of being anyone else’s slut but mine.” You try lifting yourself up off the bed, but he pushes you back down.

“I told you. You’re not going anywhere.” Normally, you would resist. But you’re body was aching from the need of release. Especially since you couldn’t do so after what happened with Jungkook. “Please,” you let slip from your lips. You back up on the bed, as Jimin climbs on top, eyeing you like his prey.

“What was that?” He asks. You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. “Please, Jimin. I need...” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. He wraps his hand around your throat, lightly squeezing which resulted in your eyes popping open. “You need what?” There was a deep, dark lustful look in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

Your silence resulted in a tighter grip that made you yelp: “I need you! Jimin.. please. I need you, my body needs you.” He lets loose his hand from around your throat and pushes you hair behind your ear, then lifts your chin up with his finger saying, “As you wish.”

He presses his juicy lips onto yours, sucking on your top lip and softly grazing against your bottom lip with his teeth. Then he stops. “But I’d be damned if I let you off that easily.” He pushes you back onto the bed, and gets off. You’re now laying face up staring at the ceiling, not knowing where Jimin disappeared to.

That uneasy feeling of him not being in the room with you made you anxious. All you wanted was a release. And with him vanishing like that didn’t help. Suddenly you feel yourself being pulled down by your ankles. You push yourself up, using your elbows. And there he is, tying your ankles to the bed. “Jimin, what the hell?”

He finished tying up both ankles, then climbs on top of you again saying: “Like I said.. I’m not letting you off easily. You’re going to fucking pay for what you did. Understand?” You look up at him as he pulls a pair of handcuffs from behind him and cuffs you. You didn’t answer him, you just stared. He slaps you, but not hard. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Jimin.” He chuckles and grazes his nails on your right cheek and slaps you again. “What’s my fucking name?” You nod your head to him, and that set it off completely. He gets off of you again. “First, you fuck my boss. And now you won’t obey? Double the punishment, you slut.” He rushes over to your dresser and grabs a wireless vibrator wand, condoms, lubricant, an ass plug, a whip, and a ball gag.

You were confused as to why he pulled condoms out since you’re on the pill and you both never use them. You wiggle around, attempting to break free even though you know it’s pointless. You hear Jimin’s phone ringing. “I’ll be down,” he says. He looks over at you and smirks. You try to say something but he scurries out of the room, leaving you dumbfounded.

You silently groan. You just want to be fucked. You look down at your feet, not believing that he has you tied up to the bed and handcuffed. What the hell is going on? Jimin returns to the room again. However, your heart drops after seeing Jungkook appear from behind him. They both eye you down with such hungry eyes. “W-what’s going on?” They both look at each other and smirk then turn their backs. You could faintly hear Jimins’ voice say: Choose your “weapon.”

Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re completely lost. You move your wrists, wanting so badly to escape from these shitty handcuffs. You’re tired of being tied up. Jimin clearly seems to give 0 fucks. Jungkook turns around and you see a ball gag in his hand. “Oh shit,” you thought. “What are you doing?” you ask. He simply shushes you with his finger, and you nod your head.

He lifts your head up placing the gag on your mouth, and now you can’t say shit anymore. You can only attempt to cry out. The sound of a buzzing noise echoes through the room. And you know exactly what it is. Jimin heads toward the bed with the wand in his hand. You try yelling, but you sound like a horse neighing. You wiggle your body. Then pow! Your feel the stinging sensation on your thigh from the whip Jungkook just used.

You hadn’t even noticed he crept over to the dresser to grab it. Jimin inches over to your ear to whisper: “Since you want to be a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” As he’s whispering, he snakes the wand in between your legs then leaves it there walking away again. A loud yelp comes from your captured mouth.

You had forgotten that you aren’t wearing any panties. Jungkook comes back to you and places your arms above your head, then unzips your dress from the side and pulls it up over your head, tossing it on the floor. His eyes land on the vibrating wand.

“Look at what we have here.” Jungkook notices your ankles are restrained. “Aw, that’s no fun. Jimin can I take these off of her?” He gives Jungkook a sly look. “If this is my last time to play with her, can’t I at least have my way with her?”

“Good point.” Jungkook looks over at you and smirks. He removes both restraint from your ankles. You took this chance to try and wiggle the vibrator that’s been sitting on your clit for the past 2 minutes. “No. Stop.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. He grabs you by the waist and drags you closer to him, on the edge of the bed.

He gets on his knees, and moves the vibrator out of the way. He opens your lips with his two fingers and pulls your clitoral hood back to expose your clit, giving it one lick up and down. Your legs jerk at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue. You slowly exhale...

You notice Jimin standing nearby. He has a condom in his hand, and he watches Jungkook eat you out yet again. The vibrator is still on. Noticing this, he grabs it and turns it off. He drops a small line of saliva on the head of the wand and licks it all around. Your moans get louder as you feel Jungkook pumping two fingers in you. Jimin places the wand on your clit, and turns it up to the highest vibration.

Your body jolts, and you wiggle for the thousandth time unable to control your moans. You’re so horny you could literally explode. And you knew this was exactly what they were trying to make you do. “Look at how she squirms. Put another finger in her,” Jimin demands. By the looks of it, Jimin seemed to be getting turned on. You see his member popping through his trousers.

Jungkook adds a third finger inside of you and you begin to feel your pussy throb from the wand still placed on your clit. At this moment you felt like crying from the pleasure of the wand on your clit, the feeling of Jungkook’s three fingers inside of you, and the pain of your jaw hurting from this stupid ball gag. As if all of that wasn’t enough, Jimin kneels on the bed beside you and pops your tits out of your bra.

He fondles with them, playing with your nipples using his fingers. He gradually latches his lips around your left nipple, and massages your right. He drops a line of spit on your right breast and licks it all around your areola, then latches his lips to suck. That was literally the icing on the cake. Your body was on fire and you felt your pussy throbbing.

You couldn’t hold still. You know at this moment your orgasm is washing away all of the horny tendencies you had for the past 2 hours. Jungkook had taken over the wand and pressed down on your clit even harder, and that’s what set it off. Your legs shaking uncontrollably, your back arching off the bed, your mind was in complete nostalgia. You hear Jimin say, “Yes, you fucking slut. Keep cumming. Just look at her. She cums so hard.”

You couldn’t even move your hands since they’re cuffed, but with the sounds you made, you’re surprised the neighbors hadn’t called the cops yet. Jimin continues to watch you cumming, as he hops off the bed to undress himself. Jungkook rubs his hands over your thighs and upper body. He finally removes the ball gag from your mouth, and you’re so relieved.

Next, he removes his clothes, and you can barely even sit up at this point. Your pussy is drenched, but still aches to be filled. Jimin removes the handcuffs from your wrists and removes your bra. Jungkook grabs you by the arm when he says, “Get on your knees.” You follow his commands and look up at the both of them. Naked and rock hard. Jungkook on your left and Jimin on your right. “You know what to do,” Jimin adds.

You look at them both again before taking their thick cocks into your hands. You first begin by stroking them both at the same time. You start off with Jimin, teasing him by licking from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. You repeat this with Jungkook. The sounds of their light moans, turning you on again. You wrap your lips around Jimin’s tip, gently sucking it and swirling it with your tongue. An “oh fuck” slips out from him.

You take their dicks and put them both near your mouth to have easier access. You continue to tease them both as you simultaneously suck Jimin’s tip, then Jungkooks. Once, twice, three times. Growing impatient, Jimin pushes your head onto his dick, causing your throat to create that “gagging noise.” He thrusts back and forth into your mouth, your saliva drenching his cock and falling onto the ground. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Look at me.” You look up at him in his eyes, and he throws his head back in pleasure.

He pulls your head back, leaving you breathless with a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his cock. You stroke him again and turn towards Jungkook to take all of him in your mouth. “Oh.. Don’t stop” he responds. You use your tongue to swirl around his shaft and then push yourself to take him deeper in your mouth, letting the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. He lets out a low growl.

Hearing both Jungkook and Jimins’ moans makes your pussy ache. He thrusts his hips a little, resulting in that gagging noise again. You look up at him while doing so and he grabs your hair to push you further down on his dick, which causes you to pull away and cough.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t handle two dicks at once?” Jungkook says while taking his dick and slapping your face with it. “Well too fucking bad,” Jimin taunts while also slapping you back and forth with his dick. Jungkook looks down at you, smirking. “Get your ass over here,” he says. He shoves you over to the bed, commanding you to bend over on your knees, while Jimin comes back with the whip. “How many times should I spank her?”

“Hm. Well, we fucked like... 6, no 8 times I think.” You turn your head around and witness Jimin with the whip. “Ah, 8 times it is then.” And pow! “That’s for the first time.” And again, “The second time.” “Third.” You whimper at the pain the whip caused on your ass, but you were turned on at the same time. The inexplicable feeling of pain and pleasure. And that last hit on you made you jerk forward. “Fuck,” you whisper. You move your hand in between your legs to feel how wet you are, and you are drenched.

“Let me see!” Jimin yells. He grabs your hand and examines the thick wetness that has glazed your fingers. He licks it up, savoring every bit. “Mmm. Look at how wet she is for us.” Jungkook slips a condom on, and reaches into his pants on the floor to grab your panties. With your panties in one hand, he uses his other to rub his dick in between your pussy lips. Jimin stands nearby, jerking himself off. Jungkook pushes his dick inside of you forcefully, while his hands are on your waist.

He wastes no time in thrusting at a face pace, making you bounce back along with his rhythm. He slaps your ass with his hand, and Jimin pulls your hair back, making you look him into his eyes. “You like that shit? Take his dick like the slut that you are. Fuck her harder, Jungkook.” Jungkook stuffs your mouth with your panties, and Jimin pushes your face down on the bed. You try putting your arm around to push Jungkook off to slow down his pace, but you fail yet again. “No, no, no. what are you doing? Bad girl...” Jungkook says. He grabs both of your arms and holds them behind your back.

He drops on top of you, making you fall flat on your tummy. He literally has you pinned down, and you can’t move. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass. Your hands grasping the sheets and loud, muffled moans escaping from you. He kisses your neck, and moans into your ear. Meanwhile Jimin is still jerking off. Jungkook slows his pace, as his thrusts get sloppier. You sense that he’s on the verge of cumming, and you were right. You forcefully push your panties out with your tongue to say, “Please cum in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck, get up.” He stands up and throws the condom off. You kneel down and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Jungkook holds the back of your head and uses his other hand to jerk his cock off in front of you. His warm load finally jets into your mouth, and some gets on your eye and cheek.

You swipe the cum from your eye and cheek and suck it into your mouth, holding the cum. “Swallow it,” he demands. You quickly swallow and open your mouth to show him proof. “Such a good girl. I’m sorry I couldn’t last, but I think he’s waiting for you.” Jungkook gestures towards Jimin, who is standing behind you.

Although Jungkook couldn’t make you cum, you knew Jimin was here for that specifically. You felt tired, unable to move and now you just wanted sleep but you also wanted another orgasm since you had been turned on yet again. Jungkook puts his clothes back on. Before leaving he looks back to say, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Senior VP.”

You look up at Jimin, and he’s already staring down at you, with a cock still hard as a rock. He lifts you up onto his shoulder and throws you on the bed, getting on top of you - pinning your arms down on each side of you. That dark, lustful look he had earlier was still there.

He gets off of you and grabs the ass plug and lubricant from the dresser. “Jimin, please..” you plead. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and commands you to lift your legs in the air. He pours the lube on the ass plug, and slowly pushes it into your asshole. “Oh, fuck.” Your pussy tingles at the feeling of the plug stretching you.

He pulls the plug out slightly and pours more lube onto it to keep it slick and smooth, then pushes it back in all the way. He drizzles some lube onto his dick. He slaps your pussy a few times with his dick, plays with your pussy lips, and rubs his pink tip on your sensitive clit before pushing halfway in.

You wrap your legs around his waist and push the heels of your feet onto his ass, giving him an even deeper access. Your head falls back onto the bed, and you close your eyes. The slapping sounds getting quicker and quicker, as Jimin is literally pounding your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. “Oh-my-fuck!”

A few more “fuck’s” and “oh shit’s” come from you, and Jimin slows down his pace to say, “Answer my question from earlier. What is my name?” You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to kiss him but he pushes your arms away. “This. is. my. fucking. pussy. and. no. one. else’s.” He pauses after each word, thrusting hard and deep into you, making you bite his shoulder and shut your eyes closed. You hear that vibrating noise again.

“Oh, sh-shit Jimin. Fuck. P-please.” You unwrap your arms from around his neck to push the vibrator wand out of the way, but Jimin grabs both of your wrists with his one hand and pins them down above your head, then places the wand on your clit again. Your clit is so sensitive from earlier, you feel like it can’t take anymore. That sudden urge to orgasm has re-approached, and your body gets warmer than usual. “Say it!”

Jimin lets your wrists go to speed his pace up again with his thrusts, turning the vibrator up higher. “D-d-” You can barely even speak at the moment or even comprehend what’s happening. Your pussy is pulsating around Jimin’s cock, and you claw his back. Your toes curling, and yet another orgasm washes over you. Your legs are trembling, and your entire body starts shaking that you can’t control yourself. You feel Jimin’s cock twitching inside of your pussy, as his warm load covers your walls deep inside your core.

The vibrator is still on your now swollen and oversensitive clit, and you finally give in due to the over-stimulation: “Daddy, it’s your pu-pussy. Please t-t-take it off, now. Please!” You beg, panting and out of breath, squirming around and shoving the wand out of the way. Jimin who is also out of breath, his hair clinging to his forehead, and tiny sweat drops trickling down his face. “That’s what I thought,” He slips in between breaths.

“He may have had your sex. But remember,” Jimin pauses for a moment, gazing down at your fucked out form, “I have your soul.”

“I own that shit.”