#yes. i just spiraled fast to the bottom of hell on these tags

[victastuffblog]

My mom was videocalling me, telling me about wanting to make copies of some of her tarot cards, and was doing a list of stuff she needed to print them.

At some point she was like: Ugh, I'll have to buy special paper, like, 300grs, so I can print them.

Me, being my helpful self: hold on, I'll check something.

*proceeds to grab 8 different notebooks*

My mom: ... *starts cackling hysterically*

Me: what?

She: Oh my god- how can you own so many kind of sheets??? Why would you need one of 300grs?!?! You truly have your own art supply store!

Me: first things first: it's for the watercolors, the others are for the pencils, markers and pastels, gouache-

*My mom continued to lose her shit*

Me, ignoring her: -and most of them are not as thick as the watercolors ones, but works just as well, plus I have some other over there-

*she laughed again when I show her the corner of the printing paper I own*

Me: -I can't remember how thick they are, but they did the trick well enough in college in the printing press.

*more laughter*

[binniesthighs]

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin

it’s the last day that you might ever see him again, so, to hell with it, right? (image from straykidsfilm on twt!) 

please read the CWs bc this fic talks about body image!! this is something close to me as well, and I wanted to share some cute innie love!! <3 

hey you reading this! you’re gorgeous ;) 

don’t you forget about me | reader x jeongin 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x yang jeongin 

Genre:  fluff n’ smut 

Tags: high school crush au (everyone depicted in this fic is at least 18), virgin!reader, virgin!jeongin, plussize!reader (i think this is the right tag, if not plz correct me!) first time au, cuties in love, softdom!jeongin, (hehe ya know I love me a soft dom), sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!) semi-public sex, nipple play (f), fingering (f), cumshot, somewhat of a quickie, dirty talking, lil bit of a corruption kink, cute fluffy undertones!

CWs: brief mention of a fistfight and blood/wounds, insecurity over weight and descriptive narrative about body weight/appearance and negative self image 

Word count: 7.1k 

Word had spread that someone had gotten into a fight on the last day of school.  Supposedly, it had occurred during the second to last hour of the day, and it was a group of three to four boys. The rest of the details had been unclear, but you had heard mutterings about their names, or how each of them had walked into the principal’s office with bloodied knuckles, fat lips, and purple bruises to their cheekbones. You had heard that one of them had laughed in the face of the principal, claiming that they simply had it coming. 

“I heard that they were from class A-4. Or was it A-3?” 

Your friend leaned over with her skirt ruffling on her plastic chair. 

“Who could be so stupid?” She strung her bubble-gum around her finger with cracked nail-polish. “Are they looking to graduate, or what?” 

“I don’t know...” 

In your lap, you hands grew clammy with sweat. It was against your will, but you couldn’t but help thinking...

Yang Jeongin was in class A-4. 

Your chest tightened thinking about if it had been him that had gotten in the fight. 

It was no secret that you had harbored a crush on the boyishly handsome student from the other class of your same year. You had read or seen somewhere that the reason that they called crushes “crushes” was because they did just that--they crushed you to the full extent of the word. Whoever had said that, you had learned that they were 100% right. Having a crush on Yang Jeongin had been the most painful experience of your life. Since middle school, it had been something that you had scribbled in your diary, and the reason why you would hold your breath when he walked by with his friends, or when you’d see him on the same bus as you. 

You can’t exactly recall when it started, it just kind of did. 

There was nothing extremely notable about him: he wasn’t his class president, he wasn’t the ace of a sports team, nor did he even have friends who really were notable either. No matter how much you pondered it, you couldn’t figure out what it was about him. 

Yang Jeongin was known for having a kind smile and a jovial laugh, so you just decided that it must’ve been one of these things. This semester he had ashy-grey brown hair, and your best friend still hadn’t heard the end of it from you. Over time, you had learned that he liked banana milk with his lunch and kept a fox enamel pin on his backpack. He had worn the same beat up sneakers for all of high school and wore this same grey hoodie on most days when it would get cold. 

A couple times you had imagined what it would’ve been like if he had let you borrow it on the days when it would mist on spring mornings, or when snow would fall early in November. There had even been times when you imagined him holding your hand, walking down the hall, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hold you close...among other things. Somehow, you liked to think that he would be the kind of person who would love you more than you could love yourself. Granted, you never could know for sure. Being optimistic made up half of your fantasies. 

“Just confess already.” 

Your best friend had said half a million times over the course of the years. 

The more you had contemplated it, the less sense that it made. A confession would’ve been a whole lot easier if he had known who you were. 

“There's no way.” You had said morosely. “As if he would say yes to me.” 

“Can’t know unless you try.” Your friend smiled, sucking at her lollipop on the walk home. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never written him a confession letter before...” Her backpack hopped up and down with her arms outstretched animatedly in that alley decorated with vines. “...Where do you keep them? In your desk? Under your bed? In your sock drawer?” 

“Oh shut up!!” You nudged her, sending her spiraling out with laughter. 

“If it’s the last day of school, you’ve got nothing to loose! You’ll never see him again! If he says no, no big deal!” 

The clock ticked on the wall to your classroom, the seconds hand moving silently faster and faster the more that you looked at it. Under your desk, your fingertips pricked the edges of the pink envelope. You had written your the name as nicely as you could with flowery cursive with tiny flowers. On the back, you had sealed it with a sticker: an orange fox. 

Your throat grew dry seeing only six minutes before the bell would ring, and then the metal legs of chairs would scrape on the floor, the hallway would flood with students, and you would make your way to his locker and pray that he would stop by there. In many ways, just thinking about it was enough to make your stomach do somersaults and for your hands to wet even more embarrassingly with sweat. Your knees felt limp, and you wondered if you even had it in you. 

Even worse, a deeper fear crept in the back of your mind--it was much more venomous and horrifying, but you couldn’t keep it down. You feared that he would laugh in your face, throw the letter down, and throw his head back at you and how ridiculous your moment of confidence had been. 

How could be like someone like me? 

Perhaps your biggest fear of all, even greater than the rejection, was him admitting that he could never like someone like you. 

Your skirt was tighter on you than most, at least, tighter than it was on the other girls. When you would shop at the school uniform store, you could never escape the glares from the ladies when you and your mother asked for the larger sizes that they had. Your soft cheeks were plush and squishy, and your belly striped with stretch marks that you had stopped looking at in the mirror. Because it was more comfortable, you wore leggings under you skirt, even in the warmer months, even if it made you sweat. Oversized sweaters would swim over your frame, for the very reason that you could swim in them. 

As optimistic as you could be, there had been some nights worse than the others where tears would wet your eyes before sleep, no matter how many affirmations and positive sticky notes you had pasted to the back of your bedroom door. 

How could I like someone like you? 

It would be so easy for him to say it. Words flicked off the tongue hastily are the ones that often hurt the most. You just hoped and hoped that he had been everything that you had made him to be...as unrealistic as it was. 

The bell chimed, and you felt your heart leap into your throat when the room erupted into cheers and papers and desks went flying and screeching around the floor. 

“Are you ready?” Your friend winked, and the corners of the letter pricked your fingers. 

~💌~

With some stroke of luck, he was exactly where you had wanted him to be. Even then, some small part of you had secretly had hoped that he hadn’t just so you could walk away. You would’ve walked away from him, that school, everyone who had known you and just let it be. However, fate had been much kinder to you...damned fate. 

Your heart quickened upon seeing him. He was wearing that same grey hoodie with the drawstrings that he would tie into bows sometimes, and that same enamel pin shone silver on his backpack. You realized that it even looked almost exactly like the sticker you had used. His navy uniform slacks were dusted with dirt however, and one of the knees had a bit of a tear to it. In your horror, you then saw the scrapes on his face: one right under his eye, on his left cheek, and a thin red line on his bottom lip where it had cracked open. Before you could think of anything else, seeing how much it must’ve hurt him made your heart twist.

From your backpack, you drew out the rest of the stuff that you had prepared, and tried your best not to collapse from the way that your knees trembled. 

“H-hi...” You announced, head down, and mouth deathly dry. 

Yang Jeongin whipped his head over to see you, slightly startled. Up this close you could see his adorable brown eyes that even looked at if they glistened with stars in them. 

“...Hi?” He returned, closing his locker, and wetting his lips. 

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and you quickly presented him with the letter, the carton of banana milk with the heart sticker on top, and the tiny case of animal shaped cookies. 

With eyes glued to the floor and his beat up gym shoes, you said the words as fast as humanly possible, “I-know-that-you-don’t-know-who-I-am-but-I’ve-really-liked-you-for-such-a-long-time-now-and-seeing-as-its-the-last-day-of-school-I-wanted-to-tell-you-so-please-accept-this!!” 

You waited for what felt like hours, then he took the items from your hands with a tentative touch. “Um...thank you...for this.” 

This was it. It was happening. You had already known that it wouldn’t get much better, and the way that he looked petrified only made you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks. Even then, now that the words had escaped your lips for the whole universe to hear, it felt good in some small, relieving way.  

“Y-you don’t have to say anything back. Please don’t...don’t feel obligated to, I just...” Your voice trailed, and your eyes wandered to the exit door behind him, and the green of the summery trees. 

I should just leave. It would be better if I left. If I walk away, this is all over...

The hem of your skirt tickled your nervous fingers, and you had nearly made up your mind. You wished at least that he would say something rather than just staring. 

“I-I can just...leave, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...how could I think that...nevermind.” 

It took everything that you had, but you blinked the tears that stung the corners of your eyes and you hiked your backpack straps up a little higher. 

You motioned to the things in his hands, “I hope that you enjoy those things and...good luck at university.” 

You flashed a feeble smile for him, right back to his astonished face. Just outside of the exit, there was the rest of the world in front of you, and you also took peace in the fact that it really was a really nice day then. 

“W-wait!!” He suddenly said with a slight crack to his voice, turning after you to grab at your wrist too. As soon as he did, his eyes widened, the the gruff voices of a group of boys echoed down the hall. 

“Where is that shithead?? This isn’t over.” The tall boy from class A-4 balled up his hand into a fist, and smacked it into his palm. The tall boy and about three of his friends also had red knuckles and scratches on their faces, each to a varying level of degree. 

“Shit.” Jeongin bit his lip, and his grip on your wrist tightened. “Uh-can you come with me?? This way?? Fuck--” He nodded toward the opposite hallway, and your head spun thinking why he would want you to come with him. 

“What?? Why??” 

“Just--” He watched the boys coming frantically and hid behind his locker door. “They’ll beat the shit out of me again. Just....come on!” 

A nervous thrill sent a shiver down your spine feeling his hand and the warmth there while he guided you, pushing and parting the sea of bodies chatting and hugging each other goodbye. 

“Where are we going?” You called to him, and the little carton of banana milk swayed in his opposite hand. 

“I don’t know. Anywhere.” 

You followed him further and further, through the hallways that had emptied of students or any semblance of them. Shades had been pulled in most of the empty rooms, and the chairs had been placed on top of the tabletops of desks. Both of your shoes squeaked under the flooring when you turned corners, and the sound of his nervous panting became louder and louder. Where he held you, the sleeve of his sweater bushed up against you, and it was even softer than you had imagined. 

Jeongin pulled at several doorknobs, finding them to be locked, head turning to see if the group of boys had followed. At last, he found one that did unlock, and he threw it open on its hinges as quickly as he could. It was one of the storage closets for the theater department, and it was dustily coated on all surfaces and even moldy smelling, with not a window to be found. Jeongin flicked on the light, revealing the stacks of props and furniture that you vaguely remembered seeing in performances in the past. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you so hard.” Jeongin finally said. 

“It...it’s okay.” 

“If I got caught with them again I might as well kiss college goodbye...” He raked an anxious hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to fight with them before...” 

“Are...you okay?” You softened your tone, seeing the way that the pink marks on his face must’ve been made against the hard cement of the floor outside. 

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.” 

His eyes really did look like they glistened. 

“It...it’s really funny actually...” He shoved his hand into his pocket, fumbling with the contents with a shaking hand, then took out a crumbled piece of notebook paper that had been torn. “Take it.” He prompted with wide eyes. 

“Me??” 

“Who else?” He laughed lightly. 

The note had been written in black ink, and it smudged and bled to the other side of the paper, and the scribbled handwriting looked rushed as if it was an afterthought or some kind of crazed ramble. You unfolded it all the way, starting at the first sentence. 

dear y/n from A-2, 

you probably don’t know my name, but I’m yang jeonjin jeongin from class A-4, i wanted to write this to tell you that I think that youve you’re really  pretty, beautiful and that i’ve been kind of watching you for about a year now, i’m sorry if that’s creepy but, yeah, i just think that you’re really cool and i like it when you smile. i’m sorry that i didn’t say anythimg aything anything about this sooner, i was kind of shy about it to be honest, i didn’t want you to thank think that I was being disrespectful or anything like that, but seeing that its the last day of shcool school and I don’t have a ton to lose loose lose i thought that it was worth a shot. if this doesn’t go the way id i’d like it to, please don’t stop smilng smiling ♥

-yji 

By now, the boy from A-4 was swaying his body back and forth almost violently as he waited for you to read the letter and fiddled with his arms crossed. His teeth tugged at his lip, and he anxiously awaited for you to say something. Little did he know that reading his words you were so shocked that you were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe for a couple moments. 

“M-me? You mean this...for me?” 

“Yeah?” He advanced to take the letter back, “I’m really sorry if it’s creepy, I know that you don’t know me at all and we’ve never spoken, this must be really startling but...I wasn’t expecting for you to write me one too.” 

The adorable boy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with a tiny growing smile. 

“S-sorry that I was so quiet earlier, I was just really surprised.” Jeongin flipped your letter over too, then gasped a little seeing the fox on the back. “Oh.” 

On the other side of the door, the loud and clambering footsteps of that group of idiotic boys clomped and they grunted among themselves asking where Jeongin had went. The two of you held your breath, and soon the voices receded. Once they passed, you threw your backpack around to scramble around the front pocket, pulling out a Band-Aid that must’ve been there for at least a year, but it still worked the same. 

“Here...do you need it?” 

“Oh! Um-no, but, thank you.” 

A silence filled the dusty room, and Jeongin awkwardly moved to sit on one of the old prop couches. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you to do the same. 

“The timing...kinda sucks.” 

You laughed slightly, “That’s sort of my fault.” 

“--My fault too.” He quickly added. “I’m sorry that I didn’t get the chance to know you sooner. Maybe we could’ve...” Jeongin dug his fingers into the velvety upholstery. 

Slowly, your sinking insecurities started to creep like vines with thorns, and the words spilled out of your mouth before you had something to do with it. 

Maybe he’s just being nice? Are you really certain that letter was meant for you? 

“I guess that I’m just really surprised that you of all people could end up liking someone like me. Someone...that looks like me.”

The young boy cocked his head with his eyebrows confusedly crossed. “I don’t see what you mean?” 

“‘Cause I’m like...” You motioned to your thighs, a bit chubbier, your larger breasts, and your skirt riding up your legs too. “...like this?” 

“But there’s nothing wrong with you?” 

“Psh...”nothing wrong with me”...” You laughed with sarcasm at the comment. “Have you seen the other girls in the school? Some of them are frickin’ idols for crying out loud...” 

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he scooched in a bit closer, but slowly; carefully. “What I’m trying to say is...that there’s no one else like you! And--” 

“--That’s exactly it. I’m not like everyone else...” 

Jeongin blabbered, and his hand found yours resting on your lap. “I-I’m not s-saying that’s a bad thing! I’m saying that the reason why you stood out to me was because I think...” He shied, cheeks becoming even rosier. “...Because you just seemed so happy all the time, like, you didn’t care what others did or thought of you, I could tell, even from kind of far away, that you were someone who’s real not some kind of made-up thing that you put on every morning for the rest of the world to see you as. Also...” He giggled, “I just thought that you were really cute too.”

His thumb brushed up against the back of your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small feeling. 

“I mean...I do think about what people think of me, I think about it all the time...” 

“I do too.” He said quietly. “Why else did I let it get so far that I let four guys gang up on me outside school?” 

You didn’t press him for more, but merely let your opposite hand rest of top of his as you watched his expression fall. When he was in school, you had only ever seen him smile, but now seeing him like this, it was a whole other side. He looked up at you with his pleading eyes, and they were utterly gorgeous. 

“My mom...my mom doesn’t make a ton of money. She barely makes enough to send to me school here, or buy me stuff like new clothes or uniforms each year. I almost never see her because she has to work so hard for me and my brothers...those...assholes had something to say about it and I kind of...snapped. No one can say shit about my mom when they don’t know how hard that she works for us.” 

Your eyes fell to his scuffed and worn sneakers, and it all made sense. 

“Then they found the letter...I didn’t want them to ruin the last good thing that I had going for me.” 

In that moment, the whole world became silenced. You were the last good thing going for him and you had never even known. 

Then, he smiled, broken as it was, bit it was still embodied his gentle warmth that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. 

“But! It turned out okay I think.” Jeongin said with a sigh. He glanced down at your interlocking hands on your lap and chuckled a little bit. “Kinda cool that this worked out though. Maybe we could spend the summer getting to know each other?” 

This time, you let one of your happy tears drip down your cheek, and nodded gleefully. “Okay. I’d like that.” 

Jeongin smiled, just as you had seen him do it a hundred times, but this time you knew that it was all for you. 

“Can I...can I kiss you? If that’s okay? I-I’m sorry if this is really forward...I just...really want to.” He asked gently, then wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

You nodded, feeling  your whole body shake just a little with your nervousness and anticipation. The world appeared to melt away once he had leaned in to press his lips on yours as softly and as carefully as he could. In that moment, you had forgotten where you were, what time it was or the rest of the beautiful summer day outside the doors of that school. Here, it was just you and him. Embarrassing as it was, this had been your first kiss too. Your mind raced with a million thoughts, asking yourself if you had been doing it right, but once you felt him smile lightly into you, your chest shivered with a sense of relief. 

You had never expected kissing to feel like this, and it was a bit strange feeling something so close and intimate right on your own skin. At the same time, it felt like nothing else in the entire world had, and you only wanted more and more of it. He was cautious and respectful in the way that he had tilted his head, and loving how he had cupped your face with his hands cracked and bruised. You didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but settled one hand on his thigh, and the other on his shoulder where you tugged at his white button up stained with dirt. 

He too shook with a sigh, readjusting himself, then ran one of his hands down your arm to hold your hand were it rested on him. He tangled your fingers together, and made a tiny little gasp feeling you connect with him. In seconds, he allowed himself to grow rougher, running his lips over yours with a type of fervency that teased at your bottom lip where you felt the warmth of his tongue. It took no more consideration, and you gave him the permission to meet the heat of his tongue with yours between parted lips now becoming a bit swollen. 

Jeongin broke your connection for moments, and a different kind of haze took over his eyes. The way that he looked over your quivering lips sent shivers through your whole body, and he dragged his thumb over the tiny streak of saliva that shone on your lip. 

“Is it okay if I touch you? In other places?” His eyes fell, and you giggled at the way that a kind of lust-filled hunger seemed to overtake him. For years you had fantasized about him ravishing you like this, and giving love to every inch of your body no matter how hard it had been for you to do that same to yourself. Still, as hesitant as you were, you feared that he would get a taste of all of you, and still change his mind. 

“Really?” You stammered, instinctually crossing your arms around your chest. “You don’t think that I’m gro--”

“If you’re about to say “gross” don’t.” His expression became much more serious. “I-I’ll say it again a million more times if I need to: you, all that you are, is what I’ve been thinking of for so long, I’d love to touch you wherever you’ll let me.” 

This time, you didn’t know if the tears were happy or sad, but regardless, the fat drops still fell down your cheeks. 

“--And you can say no too. If you’re not comfortable, we can just keep doing what we were doing...there’s nothing wrong with that at all.” 

The dim yellow light in the room buzzed, and you had recalled all the many number of times that you had pictured the very scene about to occur. On lonely nights, you wished to have felt his hands all over you, and now, they really could be. 

“What do you say?” He asked, and squeezed your hand along with his. 

“Can we...go slow with it? I’ve never...no one has ever offered to--” 

“Of course we can.” He smiled adorably, which was a bit odd considering what he had just proposed. “But...I didn’t hear you say yes?” 

“Yes.” You quickly added with a nervous inhale, but held his gaze with your assurance. “I-I want you to.” 

The boy from the other class grinned, then took to carefully running his hands down your arms once more, and craning his neck to plant sweet little kisses into your neck: the stimulation from which made you whimper out of your own accord, and he giggled upon hearing it. 

“You like that?” He whispered greedily, then continued sucking a little harder. Jeongin shrugged down your sweater from the collar, and his wandering hands circled little rubs into your bare arms. 

Next, his fingers crept up slowly and cautiously at the bottom of your shirt, testing at first, but not pulling up the fabric all together. His cold fingertips buzzed on your skin in that drafty room, and he brought his lips back up to yours, also making tiny trailed gasps as he crept up all the way to your breasts. The moment that he touched them, both of you appeared to shiver on each other’s bodies, and your kisses grew even needier. At first he cupped over the padding of your bra, kneading and squeezing to play with the way that they jiggled slightly then pulling a bit harder, and relishing the way that they filled up his palms. 

“Does this feel good?” Jeongin asked on your lips and you nodded back immediately. 

The two of you leaned back on the aged couch, and the young man cradled your head to guide you into the cushion of the upholstery. He admired you for a few moments under him with one leg between your thighs and the other supporting himself and slipping a little on the cement floors. His thigh was just close enough to the heat of your arousal between your legs, and it ached and throbbed so badly, you were convinced you had never felt a feeling as intense as this. He leaned in closer, and pressed the muscle into your clit, and a muffled moan caught on your lip that surprised even him. 

“Can I touch you even closer?” He asked, and those ashy grey-brown strands of his dipped over his eyes. 

“Y-yes...please.” You found yourself begging, and he mischievously grinned at your desperation. 

Under the cotton of your shirt, his fingers slipped under the padding of your bra to toy with your breasts directly. He kissed even more tiny quaking breaths into your mouth, finally finding your hardened nipples and tweaking them with his thumb and index. He pulled lightly at them, making your buds even more sensitive. You cried out with a helpless “ah!” and he stopped, worry across his face as if he had hurt you. 

“F-feels really good. Don’t...don’t stop please...Jeongin...” 

Absentmindedly, your hips had started to grind against his leg, and he had taken notice of it too. Had you been a bit more attentive, you could’ve seen the way that his member had swelled in his navy slacks, and throbbed, begging for attention too. 

You could barely watch, but he hiked your shirt up, baring your cushy tummy for him to see only and you threw your embarrassed arms over your face. As long as you had kept the evil words at bay, they were much more seductive than any affirmation you could’ve repeated to yourself. 

“Oh-are you okay?” Do you want me to stop?” The young boy immediately stopped and removed his hands. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“N-no...it’s just...I’m really nervous be-because I’m--” 

He sighed, then pulled your shirt down once more. “I can stop doing that for now. But...I just want you to know...I think that everything about you is even more beautiful than you know and these...imperfections--which they’re not--is everything that drives me crazy. Please don’t think that I see you negatively at all. I promise that I want to make you feel good everywhere.” 

“Mm-okay.” You shook with a heavy sigh. “You aren’t...disappointed or anything?” 

Jeongin pressed a simple kiss onto your upper lip with a smile “Disappointed? Why?” 

“Because I don’t want--” 

“--No?? I’m not disappointed at all! You don’t owe me anything at all! Especially when you’re not comfortable with it.” 

“Hm, thank you.” 

He continued with a tiny grunt, lowering himself even closer to you, “Can I please kiss you some more?” 

You allowed him, with the warmth of your kisses' meeting in the middle. The heat in your pussy pooled even greater, and you grinded further, thirsting for him in ways that felt forbidden. For a brief moment, you felt the fear seeping back in, head racing with the dozens of thoughts that he might have if he were to see your stretch marks on your belly and on the top-parts of your thighs. The more that you found desire for him, the less that you were convinced that he wouldn’t desire you as much as you did him. 

“Do you want...I can touch down here too?” Jeongin hushed, breaking for a minute to hold your eyes earnestly. “Would that be okay?” 

He had noticed the way that you had pathetically rubbed into his leg, and this too sent your hands over your shy face. 

“M’ sorry...I can’t help...it feels good too...” 

“Don’t apologize! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” Your crush smiled with his eyes smiling in the same way. “You can...probably tell.” 

“--But...what if you don’t like it?” 

He cocked his head, “Like what?” 

Your lip quivered and you found tears stinging your eyes once more. “Don’t like..m-me? What I look like?” 

“What!? Y/n...my head is like frickin’ spinning thinking about what you look under these clothes--can you please believe me?” 

“It...it’s hard to...” Fat tears came waterfalling down your cheeks, and once again the young boy fully stopped his advances. 

“The fact that I’m here with you, kissing you like this after daydreaming about it for so long...there’s nothing more that I want than to make you feel good right now. Trust me.” 

“A-are you sure?” 

“Y/n. I’m 100% sure. And you don’t--you don’t have to even take this off if you don’t want to...” He toyed with your skirt. “But these might get in the way.” He ran both of his hands up and down your thighs and leggings with flat palms, and you felt your whole body ache for more than just that. “Again, we don’t have to if you don’t want.” he gave you a reassuring smile, “We still have the whole summer--” 

“I do!! I...still do...” 

Your quick answer started the both you, but Jeongin still didn’t advance faster than what was comfortable to you. Instead, he carefully snaked his hands up and under your skirt, finding the elastic of the leggings then pulled. 

His eyes blew out, enamored, seeing your bare skin, and he wetted his lips too seeing the way that your underwear had glistened with your essence. It was against your will, but you had soaked through your panties which he had swiped over a couple times accidentally, and the action itself sent an aching quiver to your untouched bud. You watched his every move has he angled his hand to ghost over the wet fabric, making you squeak from the new sensation. After, he found the band to your panties, pulling them down too. 

“Wow.” He gasped, seeing the way that your bud twitched. 

Jeongin dipped his fingers into your wetted folds, teasing at first. 

“Woah.” He said with a little gasp. “You’re really...” 

You stifled a moan with your lip, feeling your cheeks grow even warmer as his digits slicked with your arousal. “I-I know...I’ve never like, done anything like this before.” 

The young boy’s thumb grazed over your clit, eliciting an immediate response, and your heels went digging into the cushion of the couch. 

“This is your first time?’ He asked gently, two fingers now filling up your entrance. 

The best you could, you tried to remain quiet, but the harder and deeper that he had advanced, the harder that it became. Your eyes wandered, right to the pressure he had created under his belt loops, and you wondered furiously what he would’ve felt like inside of you; if he could stretch you out, or what it would have felt to just be like that with another person. 

Jeongin admired the way that your face scrunched up with a prideful little smile, and loved every minute of the way that your mouth would form airy “oh’s.” 

“You like feeling my fingers inside of you? Fucking right into your wet pussy?” 

His gaze held a lusty glaze seeing the way that your eyes blew out upon hearing his dirty words, and it only seemed to make him throb even harder himself. 

“Y-yes...” You mewled, reaching out grabby hands to hold yourself steady on his shoulders, the other going to tug at his belt. 

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you...you know...” 

Jeongin rolled his body over yours, attaching his lips with yours once more just to let the words stick on your tongue. “You want me to fuck you?” 

“Only-only if you want to--” You could barely get the words out feeling your thighs to shake as he coaxed your nearer and nearer with his thumb rubbing circles over your enlarged button. 

“Of course I want to.” He assured you with even more kisses. “Are you sure?” 

You hooked a couple of your fingers to pull out his black leather belt from its confines, muttering a tiny “yes.” 

Jeongin carried out the rest of your job for you, going to quickly clink the metal of his belt away, tossing it to the cement floor haphazardly. From the boxers that he wore, there were a couple little wet stains, and the outline of his dick protruded thickly. Seeing it like this awakened something in you, something primal and feral that wanted nothing more to be connected to this boy and to have him spread you out until you could barely breathe. It was a horribly naughty thought, but as shameful as you felt, it was just as thrilling. 

The boy sprung free his erect member, pink and dripping with his pearly pre-cum, and pumped at it a couple times, eyes raking over your whole body in the way that you had only ever dreamed of. 

“This is actually...my first time too.” 

He had said the words coolly, almost like he didn’t care at all about them, but you had assumed he had done so to keep you from worry. 

“Oh fuck--” He muttered, taking his left hand to reach under your shirt once more and play with your breast roughly. “God, I can’t believe that this is happening.” 

You coyly hiked up your skirt a bit higher for him to get better access, but not all the way, just as far as you could feel comfortable. 

“I might’ve thought about this a couple times...” Jeongin said with a tiny smirk, then slowly dipped his hand back down to wet his fingers with your arousal, then coat it around his length. When he did so, he let out an unapologetic groan that wavered out of his mouth and filled up the room beautifully. 

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I feel like I heard somewhere that it can kind of hurt for you the first time?” 

You nodded out quickly to let him know, finally becoming impatient enough to claw at his arms all wrapped up in that grey hoodie of his. 

He leaned down one final time, kissing you over before aligning himself with your pussy, kissing down your jaw, then to your neck where he buried his head as he lead himself into you. His arms shook where he held himself up, and the two of you shuddered at the feeling at last: that euphoric, tight, unreal feeling that you shared for the first time. 

You whimpered out, digging your nails into his back, and his breath hitched in his throat too. 

“I-its...s-so..tight.” Jeongin barely got the words out, but merely let himself throb around your velvet walls for a moment. “Y-you okay?” 

“Mmhm.” You said, barely able to get more words out than this. 

Truthfully, it did hurt just a little, but not as much as you had pictured it to be, but it was more like a pressure, and it only grew heavier as you got used to him. 

Jeongin started to thrust his hips slowly, even painfully so, but he maintained his pace dragging his hips over yours. He filled you up so fully it was unfathomable, and his length pressed up against your deepest spot, sending a kind of electricity through your whole body. 

He settled into a rhythm, finally getting comfortable enough to return back to your mouth to slick his tongue across yours, and cradle the side of your face in his hand. You let little whimpers fade into his mouth, as he did for you, and after long, he had decided to speed up just slightly to milk himself off with your tight walls. To your surprise, he reached his hand back down to your clit to rub at it erratically. His pattern made little sense, but compared to how he had been stimulating you deep inside too, you could barely hold on. 

Jeongin grunted, biting into your lip with a trace of teeth. “I-I want you to c-cum first--I can’t...I can’t--” 

Before you could even understand what he had said, the young boy snapped his hips harder, eyes closed and tiny bits of sweat forming on his brow. The pads of his fingers pushed harder, and you found yourself spinning even closer to an orgasm by his hand, the thought alone was enough to fulfil your deepest fantasies. 

“I want you to cum all over my dick for me, okay? Sh-shit...” 

“Jeong--” 

“God, you’re...fuck...” He laughed a little. “I really really like you y/n. I really...” 

It was as if the words had been stolen right from his mouth, and his voice had abandoned him, but all he could do was press harder, faster, glide his hips over you rougher...

“M’ gonna--” You gasped out with your whole core tightening into a knot that was just about ready to snap. The pressure behind your clit was intense and burning, and you became light-headed nearing the brink. 

All at once you came with a searing and inexplainable white heat--much more intense than you had ever felt before in your whole life, and every single muscle in your body quaked as you did so, and you threw your head back to that dusty cushion of the couch. Your eyes rolled back on their own accord, and the best that you could do to muffle your moans was throw your hand over your mouth--which was quickly removed by the young man to do the job himself. 

Your thighs violently shook and you felt yourself tighten around him. He too strung out explicatives as if they were the only words that he had known. You breathed out shallow gasps into his palm, and soon he tore himself out of your walls with incessant breaths, only having to jerk himself off for a few moments before his swollen tip burst with the white strings of his cum. He continued jerking himself as such until he had nothing more to give, and his own thighs shook where he had straddled you. You could feel his warmth on your thigh and the way that it dripped and slicked with the sweat of your leg. 

Jeongin’s entire face flushed with pink, and he stammered out realizing the mess that he had made all over you. 

“I-I’m so sorry...I-I didn’t realize, I wasn’t thinking...I just...” 

While it was a predicament, you mustered the best smile that you could for him, secretly and utterly loving the way that it felt on your bare skin.   

“I’ve got...I can figure something out--” 

“--Jeongin?” 

His attention snapped back to you in your afterglow, and you could practically see the boy melt right then and there. 

“--Don’t worry about it.” 

Just as he had been before, his smile creased into a shy and awkward little line, and he could barely hold your eyes. After the initial embarrassment, he couldn’t help himself but admire you.

“Hey Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this before, but I really do think that you’re perfect. If not perfect for yourself, I hope that I can show you how you are to me. You’re perfect for me. You’ve always been.” 

“So have you.” You admitted to him in that cobwebbed room that held all kinds of forgotten trinkets and items. 

“And thank you for giving me your letter too.” Jeongin raised the back of your hand to his lips where he placed a chaste kiss, then helped you carefully back up as to not make a mess of your skirt with the white staining your leg. 

Your crush smiled, then let out a gleeful exhale, “I can’t wait for this summer.” 

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Double Yikes! Part 1 (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: Ben and Reader go on their date.

Warnings: Dirty thoughts, cursing...sickly sweet touching moments

Continuation of Yikes!

A/N: Wow ok hi everyone! Is this actually happening? Im actually posting this! So i decided to break up Double Yikes into 2 parts. First of all because it has been way too long and i feel awful for making you all wait and 2 because I’m struggling with the end and I'm hoping this will buy me some more time. I don’t bite so please tell me what you all think. Do you hate it? Love it? Want more? Tell me all of it. I love to hear from you. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for when part 2 is finished. Ok I think that’s it...oh don’t forget Italics is reader thinking to herself in her head. Alright let’s do this!!

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“Wait wait, read it to me again.” Morgan said stuffing the last bit of her lunch into her mouth. You were both sitting in your office for lunch, talking about Ben and your upcoming date that night, when he texted you as promised a few hours before.

“It says 'Do you mind if I pick you up for our date? I really want to be a perfect gentleman.' Then there are the fingers crossed emoji and in brackets '🤞(please say yes).' You read and flipped the phone around to show her.

"Want to be? Hell he already is."

"I'm so nervous. He still didn't say where or what time. What if I don't get out of work in time to shower? Oh god I'm gonna smell on our first date. What am I gonna wear? If I don't have enough time to shower then I might not have enough time to change. Oh god what if i wear what i'm wearing now. He's gonna look and smell so good. All showered and sexy in whatever he's got on and I'm gonna be this gross, smelly potato still in her clothes from work. Im freaking out!" You were spiraling.

"Alright calm down. One thing at a time. Let's come up with a reply. Do you want him to pick you up?"

"Of course I do." You smiled. "Better chance of a goodnight kiss."

"Or a good morning kiss" She muttered.

"Morgan!" She held her hands up in defense.

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking.”

She’s not wrong

“Oh shut up and help me.”

 Together you came up with a reply and he responded with the time he would be by to pick you up and the dress code, to which he described as 'Fancier than work but not the royal wedding.', because he refused to tell you where you were going, causing you to stress about it for the rest of the day. At least you would have enough time to shower and change.

By the time you left work, you were nothing but a big nervous mess. When you got home you had 2 hours to get ready before Ben would be there. You went straight to the shower making sure every bit of you was clean and any place that needed shaving was taken care of just in case things ended the way Morgan said they would.

You were definitely not the type of girl to sleep with a guy on the first date but there was something about Ben. A pull you just couldn't explain. A need to be close to him but at the same time a need to be far away because you were so nervous you may vomit all over him. Plus this very well could be the last time you see him, him being an actor and his career on the verge of skyrocketing and all. So why not make the most of it if the opportunity arises.

After your shower you spent way too long in the closet trying to pick something to wear. You finally decided on what Morgan called your "Posh Spice Dress". It was a simple black dress that stopped mid thigh, with thin straps.

Hair and makeup came next and you kept things simple. Minimal makeup and a simple, messy sort of bun with a few pieces falling around your face. You received a text from Ben notifying you that he was on his way.  Shoes on, wallet and keys in purse. You snapped a quick picture in the full length mirror and sent it off to Morgan as promised.

The knock at the door made you jump and almost drop your phone.

Jesus that was fast.

You could feel your hands start to sweat and your heart pound as you walked to the door.

Breath you manic, it's just a date. Breath.

You opened the door and the breath you just talked yourself into taking was stolen from you. Ben was dressed in a wonderful black suit and dark green shirt, making his eyes stand out. His hair was tousled just enough so a piece hung over his forehead. He was looking at the floor but when the door opened he looked up. He shook his head to get the stray piece or hair off his forehead but it did nothing but make you weak in the knees.

Fuuuuck! You beautiful bastard. My god, I'm gonna be distracted all night.

The effect he had on you must have shown on your face because his cheeks were a light pink.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hi." You managed to get out. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You were grateful you were still holding the door otherwise you'd be on the ground.

"Wow you look... absolutely stunning." You looked to the ground to try and hide the furious blush that was now burning your face.

“Oh um these are for you.”  He handed you the small batch of daffodils you hadn't noticed he was holding.

“My favorite. How did you know?” Trusting your knees wouldn't fail you, you moved inside and gestured for him to follow. In the kitchen you found a vase and filled it with water before turning to face him.

“I may have called the office and asked Morgan.” His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You clenched your legs together and did everything you could not to moan out loud.

How inappropriate would it be if I jumped him right now?

“Sorry. That’s kinda creepy now that I say it out loud.” He laughed.

“No it’s not creepy. It’s thoughtful. They’re beautiful, thank you Ben.” You reassured and touched his arm gratefully. He nodded and when you turned to place the vase on the counter he let his fingers brush where you had touched his arm.

“Ready?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yep.” You grabbed your things and headed out the door to Bens car that was waiting in the parking lot of your apartment building. Keeping up his promise of being the perfect gentleman, he walked you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. His hand on your lower back the entire way. Once you were both settled in the car he passed you his phone, spotify was pulled up.

“Alright D.J. do your thing.” He said, pulling out of the lot and onto the street. You laughed and took the phone from him.

Ok do NOT fuck this up!

“Ah the real test.” You scrolled for a little.

“You probably think I'm going to play something Queen.” You saw the smirk on his face but he stayed silent.

Don’t be a cliche bitch.

“While i do love Queen, I'm sure that's all anyone ever plays for you now and I refuse to be that person.” You hummed and scrolled through his playlists. Surprisingly you had a lot of the same taste in music.

Should I pick something funny? Maybe a love song? No, to mushy.

“Oh I got it.” You said before clicking the one you had chosen. ’Thank you’ from Led Zeppelin. Just the right amount of lovey without being obvious. You watched his face as the music started. The smirk faded and a soft smile appeared.

“Why yes boys, she’s not just a pretty face, she’s got great music taste too.” You joked. His face didn’t change. He turned to glance at you before returning his eyes back to the road, smile still in place.

Oh shit. No real reaction.

“So, how’d I do?” You asked. You felt almost nauseous with the butterflies in your stomach. He looked to you again, a look you couldn't place.

"Perfect." He answered in almost a whisper. There was something more to that answer, you could feel it. There was tension in the car. Not a bad one, not a sexual one. Just an energy, an electric charge. This wasn't going to be just a regular date.

I wonder if he can feel that too.

Before either one of you could break the tension your phone chimed with a text message. You took your phone from your purse to see a message from Morgan.

‘YAS you sexy bitch! Get that dickin’ down girl!’ You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and out of you.

“What’s so funny?” Ben asked.

Oh shit

You put your phone on silent and put it back in your purse after texting her back a thumbs up and a winking emoji. The mood in the car shifted, it was light, fun and you could breathe normal again.

“Just Morgan being Morgan.”

“Is that the ‘Let me know if you need me to get you out of this awful date and I'll make something up.’ text?” You laughed and shook your head.

Nope, just my best friend wishing me good luck on tryin to sex you up tonight.

“No, actually believe it or not, we didn’t even have that conversation.” You told him truthfully. The thought of coming up with an escape plan in case things went south didn’t even cross your mind. His smile grew.

“Feelin’ pretty good about this date then?” He chuckled, doing his best to joke but you could hear the nerves in his voice. You turned your full attention to him and put your elbow on the middle console, your chin resting in your hand, a warm smile on your lips. He pulled up to a stop light as you answered.

“Very good.” He turned to look at you, his smile still soft, that look in his eyes you couldn’t place was still shining at you. You watched as his eyes moved all across your face, as if he was doing his best to capture every inch of it, commit it to memory so he would never forget.

Oh my god please kiss me.

The mood shifted again and you found it hard to catch your breath.

There is no way he isn’t feeling this. It’s too strong.

He brought his hand up and let the back of his knuckles gently run along the side of your face.

How have I not noticed how full his lips are. I bet they feel amazing.

“Me too.” He whispered.

Oh god I'm in trouble.

The light turned green, the mood shifted again and Ben continued to the restaurant. As if that intense moment hadn’t just happened. All the mood changes were making you dizzy.

The rest of the ride was nice, you chatted about little things, his upcoming projects, how the rest of your work day was. When you pulled into a spot at the restaurant, Ben jumped out and ran around to your side of the car opening the door for you and offering his arm. You grinned at him and looped your arm in his.

Once inside and at your table, a perfect cozy spot in the corner, Ben pulled your chair out for you. You recognized the name of the restaurant, ‘Ember’ . It was the new hot spot. It was only open a few months and already the reservation list was booked up till a year and a half from now.

How did he get us in here? He doesn't seem like one of those actors to use his name or the fact that he’s an actor, to get what he wants.

You stopped looking at your menu to look at him, his eyes were roaming the page.

“I have to say, I’m a little impressed you were able to get us here on such short notice.” He laughed and glanced up at you.

“Don’t be. The head chef, Ryan, is a close mate from back home. I had to beg him for about an hour after I left your office to get us a table.”

Ugh. The cutest.

“That and while i'm in town I owe him 3 nights of babysitting his 4 year old daughter, Olivia, so him and his wife can go out. So yeah not too impressive.”

Jk, that was the cutest. And now I'm picturing Ben with a 4 year old. I am fuckin done for.

“I wouldn’t say that. I find the fact that you called my office to find out my favorite flower, begged your friend for a table at his restaurant and gave up 3 of your nights to babysit all to have dinner with some girl you just met 10 hours ago kinda impressive.” He smiled and set his menu aside.

"Well she's definitely not just some girl." You also put your menu aside, your head tilted sweetly to the side.

"Oh no?"

"No, she's special." Your heart skipped a beat. That same electric feeling from the car was back.

Fuck.

"Well she thinks you're pretty special too." His face went red and he looked down at the table to try and hide it. The waitress approached the table. She was young, early 20s for sure, pretty and clearly recognized Ben. The electric feeling was gone again.

"Hi, I'm Kate. I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with a drink?" She said a little too sweetly. She angled herself towards Ben, her back slightly to you. You could already feel yourself getting agitated.

Please do not fuck up my night with this man you little hoe.

Ben ordered a bottle of wine for the two of you after looking to you for the okay which you gave with a smile and nod. Kate leaned into him just so as he ordered an appetizer for you to share. You were not normally a fan of guys who ordered for their dates but something about the way Ben did was incredibly sexy.

"Is that alright my darling?" He asked. His eyes were wide and innocent, a slight blush on his cheeks.

He's so considerate. And completely oblivious.

You could see the annoyed look on Kate's face as he addressed you. You smirked.

"Of course, whatever you want. I trust you." You said and placed your hand on top of his that was resting on the table. His smile grew so wide it took up his entire face.

He's gonna kill me with that smile.

He flipped his hand over in yours so he could hold it properly. He glanced down at them then back up to you, a questioning look on his face. You smiled and squeezed his hand in reassurance. His wide smile was back again.

"I'll go put this in." Kate said, trying to pull his focus.

"Thank you." He replied and held the menus out of her to take. His eyes never leave you. You felt a surge of confidence pull through your whole body. She huffed, took the menus from him.

"Don't we need those to order?" You asked.

"Oh, Ryan said he wanted to make us something special. For us to just order an appetizer and wine and he would take care of the rest."  

Wow VIP treatment. I'm seriously impressed.

Kate rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

"Oh Kate, could we also get some water please?" You smiled at her. You couldn't help that it was a little smug. Before she could answer Ben brought your joint hands up to his lips, placing a kiss to your knuckles before returning them to the table.

Perfect timing you charming bastard.

"Of course." She answered with a fake, forced smile and left. Your eyes returned to Ben. His smile was shining, addictive and contagious. You could feel yours growing to match. The conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything. Gone were any awkward moments. It was like you had known each other for years vs. only a few hours. You both were still shy and nervous at times but were growing more confident and comfortable as dinner went one. After you both had the amazing meal Ryan prepared for you, he came over to the table.

"Well well if it isn't little Jonesy." He laughed and threw his arm around Ben's shoulders, pulled him close and tousled his hair.

"Mate come on. I'm on a bloody date. Stop it." He struggled to get out of his friend's hold. Ryan laughed and placed a big smacking kiss on Ben’s cheek.

“Muah! Missed you mate.”

“Yeah yeah I missed you too. Now get off of me.” He shook him off but he was grinning the entire time. Ryan shoved at his shoulder with a matching grin before turning his attention to you.

"You must be Y/N, It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, offering his hand to shake.

"And you. Thank you so much for that meal. It was amazing. You are very talented" You gushed and met his hand with yours.

"Great taste and extremely beautiful." Ryan said letting your hand go and leaning into Ben's side.

"That she is." Ben answered, his eyes trained on you. Your heart fluttered.

"She's far too good for you Jonesy." Ryan joked.

"Don't I know it." You were sure your face was red and flushed.

Well that couldn't be more untrue. I'm so worried you're going to realise I'm just an average girl and then you'll be gone.

"Alright shove over, let's catch up for a bit." Ryan said grabbing a chair from a nearby table and pulling it up to yours. Ben slid his chair over to make room.

Oh shit, here we go nerves.

He was now sitting next to you rather than across. His arm instinctively draped over the back of your chair.

Okay, okay deep breath. Fuck he smells so good. No more deep breaths.

The boys chatted away, mostly about what they've been up to and Ryan's family. Ryan asked what you did, you told him and explained that was how you and Ben met.

"You know I would love to do a piece on you." You said taking a sip of wine. Having Ryan there had calmed your nerves, took some of the pressure off. You were relaxed and you could tell Ben was too. He leaned back in his chair, arm still draped over the back of yours. You were lent forwards, elbows on the table engaged in the conversation.

"Me?" Ryan laughed surprised.

"Yeah, I think the people would love to learn about the head chef at the new hot spot. I mean only if you're interested that is. You don't have to. Just a thought."

“That sounds good. Jonesy can give you my number, give me a call and we’ll set it up.” You smiled, feeling proud.This was gonna get you some serious points with your boss.

“Alright, I'm going to stop hogging your date and get back to work. Y/N it really was a pleasure meeting you. I look forward to seeing you again.” He said leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Jonesy I’ll see you soon for babysitting.” He laughed, hugged his friend and whispered to him.

“She seems perfect for you mate, don’t fuck it up.” Ben laughed and kissed his cheek the same way Ryan had upon arriving at the table.

“I’m sending you guys some desert so get comfortable.” He said before leaving. You turned to look at Ben over your shoulder, he was grinning at you.

"What?" You asked, now matching his grin. He brought the hand that was draped over the back of your chair, up to your exposed back and let the tips of his fingers run across the skin. Despite feeling hot all over, you shivered and goosebumps appeared.

"I've never seen him take to someone so fast. Especially someone I'm interested in."

Ok butterflies, calm down.

“I guess that means I'm pretty awesome.” You joked and leaned back in your chair, turned towards him, your knees now touching. His hand moved to the side of your face. He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and let his finger gently continue over the shell of your ear, down your jaw and across your chin. Your heart was hammering in your chest. His touch was so soft and gentle you couldn't help but lean into him slightly.

Fuck. Me. Up.

“I’d say pretty awesome doesn't even begin to cover it.”

I swear if you don't kiss me right fuckin now i will exploed.

As if he was reading your thoughts he leaned in slowly, giving you the chance to pull away. He was so close now, you could feel his soft, warm breath across your face.

"Here's your desert." Kate, the waitress interrupted and placed a plate of chocolate covered strawberries on the table between you.

God damn it!

She had a satisfied smirk on her face.

Bitch

Ben pulled back, cleared his throat and offered a weak smile to Kate. It took everything in you not to huff and pout like a child not getting the toy they wanted.

"Chef asked me to give you this." Kate said and passed what looked like the check to Ben before leaving again. You watched as his eyes traveled over it and a grin spread across his face.

"Cheeky shit." He laughed and handed it to you. It was a note from Ryan.

Dinner is on me. Not because of you Jonesy, cause your beautiful date. She charmed the pants off me. The wife's gettin lucky tonight! Hope you are too.

A warm blush spread across your cheeks.

"Well that was very sweet of him." You said trying not to focus on the "hope you get lucky" comment.

"He likes to embarrass me." Ben laughed and nudged the plate towards you. "Strawberry?"

You both ate your dessert and continued to chat. You couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. Sure you still got nervous and giddy when he smiled at you and your heart would speed up, making your hands sweat but for the most part your nerves had calmed down enough for you to hold a conversation without stumbling over your words and flushing at the smallest up turn of his lips. When you finished Kate returned to the table to remove the plate and ask if you needed anything else.

“Actually may I borrow your pen?” Ben asked. She nodded and handed it to him. A hopeful look on her face. He took the note from Ryan, turned it over. You watched over his shoulder as he wrote:

Thanks for dinner you sexy man. See you soon for babysitting.

And signed it with a heart.

Kate looked disappointed.

Ha!

“Oh me next” You said, getting an idea. You searched your bag for your lipstick. Red lipstick wasn’t really your style but Morgan had convinced you to buy it once and it’s been in your bag ever since. You put it on, making sure to get it in the corners and lay it on thick. You could see Ben watching you out of the corner of your eye. His mouth was parted slightly and his eyes followed your hand as it traveled across your lips. You smirked at him a little as you rubbed your lips together before pressing your lips to the paper, leaving a perfect kiss mark. You wrote a quick thank you next to it.

“He’s gonna love that.” Ben said, his voice deep and a little rough.

Holy hotness batman

He gave Kate her pen back and asked if she would pass the note back to him. She agreed and left with the plate and note. Ben stood and held his hand out to you.

“Ready love?”

Your heart jumped a little.

Fuck I hope i never get used to hearing that

“Ready” You slyly wiped your sweaty hands on your dress before placing your hand in his. He helped you up and intertwined your fingers, pulling you close to his side as you both walked out of the restaurant. The car ride back to your apartment was filled with laughs. Ben was telling you stories about him and Ryan and all the crazy things they used to do, how they met, how Ryan met his wife and when Ryan asked Ben to be Olivia’s godfather.

When he pulled into the parking lot of your building he insisted on walking you to your door. ‘All part of the perfect gentleman package’ he told you. He took your hand again during the elevator ride up to your floor and swung your connected hands slightly as he walked you to your apartment and released it when you stood in front of the door.

Ok, goodnight kiss, let's do this!

"Thank you Ben, I had a really great time." He took a small step forward and placed one hand on your hip, your heart sped up. His hand felt heavy and the heat coming from him being so close spread through your entire body.

"So did I. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me tonight. I never do this kind of thing but I couldn't leave your office without a definite way to see you again." He laughed a little to ease his nerves, his head leaning slightly closer to you.

Oh god ok, breath

"Well I'm very glad you did." You said, much softer than you intended. Ben had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes traveled over your face, landing on your lips. He was close and you could feel his breath across your face again, like at the restaurant. His heavy hand still firm on your hip, his thumb now rubbing along soothingly.

Please kiss me

He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, letting the tips of his fingers run over your cheekbone.

Pleeeease kiss me

You took a chance and placed your hand at the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine in his hair. He smiled and licked his lips.

PAH-LEEAS KISS ME DAMN IT!

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" He whispered.

FUCKIN FINALLY!

Too afraid you'd actually say what you were thinking, you nodded. He smiled and leaned in slowly to close the space between you. You instantly felt an electric shock travel through you causing you to move closer towards him and tug on his hair. He moaned into the kiss and slid his hand from your hip to your back, pulling you flush against him.

You sighed at the feeling of him being pressed against you and your lips parted. Ben wasted no time and slid his tongue along yours. You moaned and let your unoccupied hand glide up his torso, feeling his tight muscles under his shirt to rest on his chest. Ben's hand that was near your face moved to join his other on your back.

Your entire body was on fire, your head spinning, either from the intensity of the kiss or the lack of oxygen, you weren't sure. Just when you were about to pull back to see if he wanted to move things inside, he slid one of his hands down to rest on the curve of your ass.

You whined and pushed back into his hand. He moaned and gripped your ass roughly, causing you to involuntarily snap your hips forward into his. He moaned again and finally pulled away. Ben was panting heavily, his lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed and warm. You were sure you looked the same.

Alright, say something cool and invite him inside

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"I can't do this." Your heart dropped and you could feel the color drain from your face.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger but i need to make sure you come back! Don’t hate me!

[unstoppableforcce]

adore you

request: hi! would you be up for doing a Poe Dameron x reader with the song adore you by Harry Styles, like what you wrote with New Rules...

Poe Dameron x pilot! Reader

this is almost sickly sweet I think and I like it a lot so thank you anon for the request, no TROS spoilers or anything, just good old Commander Dameron - r.e.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

He had been shot down. Everything had happened so fast. One second he was up in the sky, cutting through clouds, while all his fighters trailed on his flank. The next, he was spiraling, a vibrant blaster of red shooting from the plush white and colliding with his back engine.

The cargo ship he had been in charge of transporting was now in flames on the side of the largest mountain on the planet. The smoke would surely give him away to whoever had shot him down, but he couldn’t do anything about it, he was barely capable of pulling himself from the wreckage.

His body felt all out of sorts. Blood. There was blood on his finger tips as he reached around to the surging pain at the back of his head. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Then he saw it. Then he saw you.

He swore he had never seen a ship move so fast. From where he was on the ground, the trails coming off your ship as it cut through the clouds just enough to let the sun through...

It looked like a rainbow following behind you, desperate to keep up as you worked with his team, quickly blasting the enemy ships out of the sky.

It was too hard to keep his eyes open.

When he felt his body being tugged onto a stretcher, he managed to peak out through squinted eyes.

The clouds had cleared up, sunlight basking down onto all of his team and the ships parked behind them. Everything sparkled. But you glowed.

Whatever colors your eyes actually were, he couldn’t tell, all he could see where the same rainbows which had followed you to his rescue.

“You’re going to be okay, Commander.” You cooed softly, your accent almost unrecognizable to his still ringing ears.

When his eyes shut again, he swore he was still seeing rainbows.

I get so lost inside your eyes

They transferred you from the base you had been stationed at when you came swooping in to the rescue after his crash. No one owned up to why, but there had been a few closed door meetings between Poe and the General where he pleaded to at least know the name of the pilot who had come to his rescue.

You weren’t on black squadron, but you were around in the weeks following the crash, while Poe was still getting back to his feet.

The first time he properly met you was after having supervised your training run with Rapier squadron, you beating out some of his best guys before he even realized it was you.

He met you at the bottom of your ladder, all prepared to give a hearty welcome speech, to congratulate you on the promotion and subsequent transfer, to make a good first impression. But when you took your helmet off, he lost all of his words on his tongue.

“Yes, Commander?”

You blinked a few times, tossing the helmet aside and wiping away the sweat at your hair line, all completely unaware at the way he was staring.

“Did I do something wrong?”

No. Nothing. Never.

But he couldn’t even get that out. You were sparkling.

“I Uh- I just came over to introduce myself.” He finally managed out, running a shaking hand back through his hair as he tried to recover. “And to thank you, for Nyo.”

“I’m glad to see you’re doing better.” You were sweet, he was going to melt. “Not exactly how I expected to meet the best pilot in the galaxy but-“

Oh no, you had an attitude. He was in trouble. You were just his type.

You don’t have to say you love me

He wanted to spend every free second he had with you. And usually he found a way to do exactly that.

He’d make excuses to get all the pilots to go out in hopes that you would tag along. And you always would. He wouldn’t get his hopes up and think you did it for him, but you were pretty quick to nab the seat next to him once down in the local cantina and he couldn’t deny that made his heart flutter.

Even if you only used the position to better banter with him.

For having come from a pretty isolated outpost, one of the only defensive pilots in Nyo, you fit into the squadrons on D’Qar effortlessly. If Snap made a crude remark, you could give it right back. If Bastian got too playful in his flirtation, you were quick to remind him of his place. And you and Jes together was near deadly. The wit being spewed across the table was all too quick and everything Poe loved being around.

It was comforting, almost grounding. A reminder he was surrounded by the best and the brightest in the air, that they were a fighting family and well-equipt to do just that. Fight.

In a war this hard, sometimes you needed that reminder. Poe certainly did.

That, and he also just liked the have fun with them. And wow. The pilots could drink, you included.

He often found himself carrying Snap back to base, drunkenly laughing and stumbling the whole way. But since you had come around, he was much more amused by being your crutch as you fall over yourself all the way back to your dorm.

You’d laugh, you’d trip, you’d try to take off your shoes in the hall and sometimes even throw them at passing mechanics. And all he could do was laugh and follow, trying to damage control along the way as best he could.

And when you eventually would make it back, and he’d type your room code in for you, (your hands just not cooperating with your drunken mind) you would collapse onto your bed, groaning the entire way down.

He’d toss your shoes aside and laugh as you struggled your way out of your jacket, giggling to yourself the whole time.

And for the brief second that you’d look back up at him with your beautiful eyes and mutter out some form of a “thank you”, he would think a thought he knew was wrong.

That he loved you. That he was in love with you.

But you’d just fall back to the pillows and pass out.

He didn’t need to say it. He didn’t need you to even think it back. He just needed you around. He needed you.

I’d walk through fire for you

There was no fire. That was the problem.

It was freezing on whatever the hell this planet was.

All you knew was that you had to keep quiet and stay hidden until the first order crafts passed by. That meant no fire, no nothing.

Just you and Poe hidden out in a small crevice of the towering mountain, freezing half to death.

“Stop pacing.” He warned.

You had been out there for hours, you knew how orders worked and had no real want to betray them, but at the same time, it had been hours and you just wanted to fly away. First order crafts patrolling the region or not. It was cold.

“Stop pacing.” He warned again from where he sat back in the snow, wearing his puffiest jacket, watching you pace back and forth in a futile attempt for some warmth. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“I’m cold.”

“Oh really? I had no idea.” He shot back with a frost bitten attitude. You couldn’t blame him for it, you were almost there yourself.

“I’m just trying to keep warm.”

“You should get back under this blanket-“

“You’re using it.” You kept pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. And his eyes followed you the whole time.

“We can share-“

“I’m fine with my pacing.”

He scoffed but if he planned to keep arguing, he didn’t actually do it. He just watched you continue back and forth. Back and forth.

Back and forth.

He looked at his receiver, hoping and praying for a way out of the cold.

It was the quick yelp that got him to look back up for you, but you were no where to be found.

He rushed to his feet immediately, trudging as fast as he ever had through the snow until he reached where you had vanished from. And his heart stopped.

You had been atop a frozen body of water, and now you were somewhere deep in the icy water beneath.

And he didn’t even think, he just plunged himself head first into the freezing water, trying to keep his legs on solid ground so he could reach around for you.

He felt a hand and he pulled.

Dragging your now soak and even more frozen body from the water, he kept pulling until he was sure you were entirely clear of the water. Your face was blue, your eyes were shut. He bit off his glove to get his fingertips to your neck, checking for a pulse. You had one, but it was faint.

“You idiot.” He all but screamed, trying to get your soaked coat from your body, trying to warm you up as best as he could. His head was drenched too, water freezing on his face, his curls frozen on his head.

When you opened your eyes, he wanted to kill you.

“I’m cold.” You muttered out, barely conscious.

He laughed, only because he couldn’t cry. Not in front of you.

“You shouldn’t have put your head in, you’ll freeze now.” You added breathlessly.

“You saved my life once, I figured I owed you one.”

Just let me adore you

It wasn’t a big battle, but you had won. You beat the first order, completely ridding at least this section of the galaxy from them, for now.

It wasn’t a big win. But it was a win and that was cause for celebration.

Yet you couldn’t find Poe.

The pilots turned the hanger into a party, but he was no where to be found.

You searched high and low, it wasn’t until you walked past the control center, on your way to the cafeteria, that you spotted him. Perched on the slight bench created by the thick blast proof windowing, he just stared out at the vast night sky.

“Whatcha doing up here, Commander?” You questioned slyly as you made your approach, hands locked behind your back.

He turned, he saw you, and he turned back.

No emotion on his face. Nothing.

“Poe?” You continued, all playfulness washing away as you hesitantly took a seat across from him. “There’s a party happening, you know?”

“Yeah.” That wasn’t the fun loving Yavin boy you had grown so close to in the past few months. It just wasn’t.

“What’s going on?”

He huffed, shaking his head and trying to plaster on a smile, “nothing.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. And he could tell when your stare only got sharper.

“Poe?”

“I just- I guess I’m just having a bit of a day.” He sighed.

“We just won a pretty big battle-“

“We lost fourteen men.”

You nodded. It wasn’t his fault, but it wasn’t worth it to try and tell him that. He blames himself for all of it.

“We lost-“ he choke himself up, shutting his mouth before he spiraled and just shook his head, looking back to the window.

He didn’t expect you to grab his hand. You moved closer to him, grabbing his hand with both of yours and holding it tight.

“You should go to the party, you flew great-“

He tried to pull his hand away, but you wouldn’t let him, you only moved closer.

“Just let me...”

You wrapped an arm over his shoulder and sighed, pulling him into you. He was too tense at first, not adjusting, almost in a permanent flinch. But something snapped, a switch flicked when he got close enough.

And he collapsed. Barreling further into your arms, digging his head into your neck, burrowing in with his hand around your middle.

“You’re the best pilot I know.” You whispered against his forehead before pressing a short kiss there.

You stayed like that for most the night. Just holding him at first, then just talking, but you wouldn’t leave him. You couldn’t.

Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do

He didn’t know what changed. But after that night, he was warmer and he wouldn’t leave your side when back on base, not if he could help it.

It was just something unspoken between the two of you.

Relationships were generally frowned upon in the navy, and even though this was a rebellion, a resistance, you typically followed the same rules and uniform codes. Even if relationships were the most regularly broken rule, you and Poe still never acted on what was there between you.

You could blame uniform code when Jes asked, but the two of you knew deep down what it was.

This war was bloody, it was brutal, it hurt and it took. It took everything.

And if you did act, you did succumb to the deep gravitational pull holding the two of you together like a moon and a planet, you’d have to know that it couldn’t last.

That one day something would happen. It was dangerous. You couldn’t count on being around the next day, making plans, believing in a future, it just couldn’t happen.

You sat by your ship, it was nearly the dead of night and things had been quiet all week, so most of the base was catching up on sleep. You couldn’t. Something in your heart stopped you before you even hit the pillow. You had to get your head elsewhere, so you stuck it in your ship and got to work on basic upkeep.

Poe stumbled out of his dorm, groggy, awoken by a rough nightmare memory of losing a friend flying next to him. It wasn’t abnormal, but this one hit harder for whatever reason. He had to get up, and heading to the hanger, he found you there.

He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t think of anything to say. But at the same time, he didn’t feel like anything needed to be said.

He sat down next to you and smiled, you did the same.

Setting your wrench down, you sighed and grabbed his hand. He let you, just holding you there for either a minute or an hour, he couldn’t tell, he was lost in your eyes.

“I love you.” He let the words spill from his lips before he even realized he had.

He half expected you to fall back, to flinch, to shout, to give some grand reaction of any sort. But you didn’t.

You just sighed and repeated back to him, “I love you.”

And he realized that this could be enough.

That the war may go on and on, but he could do this. You could make this work. He’ll fly ships until he can’t any more, but this is the only thing that’ll matter. This was his end.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you smiled back into him, returning the softness.

“I almost didn’t answer that distress call.” You admitted against his lips, pulling back just briefly. “Back on Nyo, I almost let my lieutenant take it.”

“Aren’t you glad you did?” He chuckled, pecking your lips once more.

“I don’t know yet, maybe if you kiss me again-“

He didn’t have to be told twice.

[fireinmoonshot]

Fireproof | Owen Grady x Reader | Part Four

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE Summary: You’re a family friend of the Lockwood’s, brought in to help look after Maisie and keep her company when Iris can’t. When things go wrong, a series of events leads you to Owen Grady, and despite the stress and pressure you’re both under, sparks can’t help but fly. Pairing: female!Reader x Owen Grady. Fandom: Jurassic World. Word Count: 1619 Warnings: FALLEN KINGDOM SPOILERS. A/N: This is the shortest part so far, but it’s probably one of my favourites so far. I love writing tense scenes, and this is honestly one of my favourite scenes in the film. This scene actually includes my favourite shot in the whole film (which I kind of describe here, but it’s really more something you need to see to understand). Anyway, we’re finally getting to explore a bit of the relationship between Owen x reader in this one, and I’m really loving it. I hope you guys enjoy it just as much!

Owen opens the door to the the museum slowly, and you, Claire and Maisie follow him in quietly. It’s dark, and your eyes narrow in instantly on a body lying on the ground. A dead guard. One of Eli’s men. You’ve never seen him before. Lightning flashes through the windows. In the time you’ve been downstairs, its started to rain. It’s a perfectly eery setting.

You go to step forward when, suddenly, the body disappears, pulled back behind the stand holding the dinosaur skull. Owen runs towards the other side of the stand and the three of you follow him to hide. Your heart is beating fast and you’re struggling to keep your cool. The Indoraptor is in the room.

As it makes its way around the stand, you slowly move around to the other side, trying to be as quiet as possible. The man is gone, clearly eaten by the raptor. How easily that could have been you…

Owen reaches out to grab the gun left by the man just as you’re startled by the creaking of the bone above you. You reach out quickly and grab him, yanking him back. He meets your eyes for only a second before he hears it too. The Indoraptor is top of the skull above you. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath.

You don’t see the radio until it makes a noise.

“Run!” Owen yells, jumping up instantly and sprinting away from the Indoraptor. Claire and Maisie follow him just before you run after them, your fear propelling you forward towards the spiral staircase in the corner of the room. You’ve never run this fast in your life. The Indoraptor runs after you, letting out a deafening roar.

You push Maisie and Claire ahead of you up the staircase, almost stumbling as you try and make your way up them. The Indoraptor appears beside you, having jumped up and sticking its head through the bars. You jump and let out a scream, falling back against the railing. You reach out, trying to pull yourself up the staircase. Claire grabs your hand and pulls you up onto the landing.

Owen holds off the Indoraptor while you run into the room Maisie had led you into, joining you only seconds later at the top and closing the door of the hidden room after him. You let out a sigh of relief – for a second, you’d looked back and he wasn’t there. But he’s okay. You’re all okay… for now. He watches carefully from the door as the Indoraptor stalks outside.

You’re holding back tears as you climb down the ladder into the back of the dinosaur scenes. Owen and Claire are used to this stuff, even if they’ve never seen the Indoraptor before, they’ve had experience on Isla Nublar. But you and Maisie? Being chased by a genetically engineered dinosaur was never something you thought you’d experience. Nor something you wanted to experience in your lifetime.

Maisie squeezes your hand as you wait down the bottom for Owen, each of you trying to be as quiet as possible while the Indoraptor wanders around the museum. Owen turns around, spotting a box on the wall. He quietly removes the lid and presses a few buttons.

The lights go off, one by one.

You hold tight to Maisie’s hand as Owen walks slowly across the scene. He beckons you from the other side and the three of you run over quietly, joining him behind the wall. It’s dark, lightning occasionally lighting up the scenes as you try and make your way through them.

The Indoraptor is still out there, and you’re struggling to keep your cool. Maisie looks up at you and you give her your best reassuring smile in the dark. If you can’t reassure yourself that all this will be okay, you at least need to try for Maisie.

Owen slowly walks ahead of you and Claire walks behind you through the scenes. He stops up ahead, finding an exit, and the three of you stop behind him. Finally – you’re going to get the hell out of here. But the Indoraptor… what happens if it gets out into the world? You shake your head. Thinking of things like that isn’t going to get you anywhere.

You see the lamps start to come on upstairs in the corner of your eye before the exhibit lights come on. Shit. You jump as the light in the scene you’re in comes on. You’re exposed. The Indoraptor can see you. And it’s not going to hesitate.

Maisie stares out in front of her, holding tight to your hand. And then she screams. Her scream mixes in with a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning and the roar of the Indoraptor. A symphony of terror, all echoing out at once.

The Indoraptor launches itself through the glass, knocking the trees in the scene on top of you and pushing you to the ground.  You cry out in pain as it pins you down. Maisie crawls out, but you’re stuck. Claire, next to you, is pinned down too. On your other side, Owen is kicking the tree, trying to get it off of you and keep the Indoraptor away.

Claire sees that Maisie’s free and grabs her instantly. “Go! Go!”

She listens, running out of the scene just as a second tree lands on top of you both. You cover your face, just hoping that Maisie can find somewhere safe, even if you don’t make it out alive. Through your fingers, you see one of the Indoraptor’s claws sink into Claire’s leg and hiss at the sight.

You hear her scream out in pain, and then another scream seconds later. The Indoraptor leaves quickly, following a scream that is undoubtedly Maisie’s, forgetting all about the three of you and following her instead. Your heart stops.

Owen shuffles out from behind the tree and stands, pulling the tree off of the top of both of you. It’s heavy, but he does it almost effortlessly and drops it on the ground way from you. He falls to his knees in front of Claire, eyes instantly going to her wound. You let out a breath, shaking in your fear, and crawl over to Claire.

“Are you okay?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows as you look down at her leg. It looks painful, and you feel bad for being happy that it wasn’t you on the receiving end of the injury.

Claire nods slowly as Owen puts pressure on her leg. “Hey, put pressure on it. Don’t look at it– look at me, look at me,” he says.

He cares about her, and he’s allowed to care for her – she’s injured. But Maisie… Maisie’s alone in the estate, being hunted by the Indoraptor. And you’re here. While you’re worried about Claire, you know that your priority lies with Maisie right now. Ignoring the stiffness in your legs from being pinned by the tree, you stand up.

Owen glances at you as you stand. It doesn’t take long for you to climb out of the scene. You don’t even bother to tell them where you’re going as you leave them. They already know.

Claire turns to Owen. “You have to follow her. You need to find Maisie.”

“I can’t leave you here!” Owen protests. He cares about Maisie and about you, but leaving Claire alone, injured and undefended? It’s not even a thought that crosses his mind until Claire insists. And even then, it’s almost unimaginable.

Claire shakes her head. “Yes, you can! What matters right now is them. They’re alone in this place and they need you. You can’t let them die, Owen. Go, I’ll be fine– run!”

Regretfully, Owen stands up, glancing back at Claire only once before hurrying out of the museum after you. He’s constantly surprised by your bravery, by your willingness to risk your life for Maisie. You barely thought twice before running after her, and even Owen can’t say that about himself.

He hears you before he sees you.

“Maisie! Maisie!”

Owen hurries up behind you, his hand covering your mouth instantly and pulling you back against his chest. “Are you trying to get us killed?” He hisses in your ear.

The second you spin around, Owen hesitates. You’re crying and you don’t even know it. You’ve been holding in tears ever since you saw the Indoraptor and everything happened, but you’ve finally reached your peak. The possibility of losing Maisie has become a reality.

“Oh, hey, hey–“ Owen mutters, voice instantly softening.

“We need to find her– I need to find her,” you whisper. “I can’t lose her, Owen. I can’t.”

Instinctively, Owen’s hands move to cup your cheeks. He meets your eyes and holds your gaze as he speaks. It doesn’t even matter that he’s only known you for a few hours at this point – you’re family now, just as Maisie is. He’d do anything to protect you.

“We will find her,” Owen promises. “But I need you on my side. I need you ready to help. Are you?”

You nod a little as Owen wipes the tears from your face. He gives you a reassuring smile and wraps his arms around you for a second. It’s the first time you’ve felt properly safe all night.

“Now, where would Maisie go?” He asks, pulling away from you.

It doesn’t take you long to figure out where she’d go. “Her room. It’s at the top of the estate. She’d go there.”

Owen nods and rubs your arm gently. “Lead the way. I’ll be right behind you. You’re gonna be fine. We all will be,” he assures you. “Now lets go save Maisie.”

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[tomhollandisdaddyaf]

My Name’s Tom Holland and I’m a FuckBoi

Authors Note: Here you guys go, beautiful fuckboy Tom Holland after a bad breakup with your long term boyfriend, all you needed was a hot guy who wanted nothing from you other than sex. 

Let me know what you guys think of it!

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Your life these past few days consisted of ben and jerry’s ice cream, dark lighting and never leaving your bed. There is nothing like coming home from visiting family to find your boyfriend knuckles deep in the girl from across the hall. You had spent two years with this guy, you were so deeply in love, he was your first, and even though you think the idea of virginity is bullshit, you still couldn’t help but feeling attached to the first guy you’ve slept with. Pushing off your comforter to pee, an imagine in the mirror caught your eyes, you really hadn’t looked at your body in awhile and seeing the caved in features and defeated demeanor lit a fire under your ass. 

“Jesus Christ y/n, what are we doing with ourselves?” Pulling off the stained band t-shirt and slipping into the bathroom, deciding that a nice steaming hot shower was overdue. 

It could have been minutes or hours that you were in that shower, but when you left, it was as though all the toxic remains of him were spiraling down the drain right now. Stepping out of the steam and into the bedroom, an irritating buzzing sound caught your attention, quickly pulling apart your blankets to find your best friend had called you 7 times.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, why are you not answering me??” You had no time from answering it to put it to your ear before she began.

“I was in the shower,” shrugging your shoulders, kicking the pile of laundry you needed to do, and deciding to pull the towel tighter around your chest.

“Good, get ready, I need you in the skankiest clothes you own!” car honking loudly in the background, “Get in your lane asshole! Anyways, you’re getting dicked down tonight, I’ll be over in an hour, I need tits out, i need ass on full display, don’t even worry about your hair and makeup I will be there as soon as this asshole lets me pass, hold on dammit, i’m being pulled over,” Silence “Okay I love you gotta go, tits out!”

The uber pulled into a large frat house, the sound of music pumping and sounds of people your age screaming and dancing on the porch. Legs shaking you finally let what you were wearing sink in, very short red velvet skirt, tall high heels that laced up your thighs, a corset top pushing your tits up and almost out, hair in a teased mess, thin eyeliner wings and a leather jacket. Was this really a good idea? But there was nothing you could do, you were pushed out of the uber and into the wet grass, your tipsy friend already waving to other drunk girls, tonight will be interesting for sure. 

The music was pounding, you’re not sure what you’re drinking but it’s vodka and some juice. So fuck it, why not get trashed. You are your girlfriends were leaning against the fireplace watching all the hook-ups begin to happen when you see a boy heading in your direction, your broken heart made you assume he was going to your friend, whose mini skirt and bralette left little to the imagine. Your friend looked at you, eyeing your body before looking towards the boy now 5 feet away, expecting him to walk towards her instead he walked in between you, arm leaning on the fireplace, now towering  over you. 

“Hello love,”  A nice english accent, incredible arms, dark curls, damn was this boy hot. “Hi there,” pushing your hair over your shoulder, leaning into him, 

“You are beautiful Darling, may i get you a refill?” Tom smiled, putting his solo cup to his lips.

“I would so,” You smiled up at him, you really, really wanted to kiss this boy, but there was no way you could make that move.

He returned with a drink in his hand, tapping the tops before taking a sip. “Whats your name sweetheart,” his voice lowered in tempo, fuck did you want him right now.

“Y/N” His eyes watched your lips, then following a trail to your breasts, down your hips and the skirt that clung so nicely to your body. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” He sipped his drink, his brown eyes looming over at you, a sensual look at him But your moment was ruined by the other girl in your party stepping beside you.

“Oh y/n, I heard he left you, how are you doing? Did you gain weight?” Touching on your arms before looking over at the boy. “Oh goodness hi, who are you?” Smirking at your clear annoyance.

“Tom, love, my name is Tom and I believe i was having a conversation with your friend.” a slight twinge of annoyance.

“Oh were you?” She smiled, looking at you with a little more force in asking you to leave. 

“Yes, I was asking you if you would like to head upstairs with me, somewhere were you can tell me all about this boyfriend.” Placing his hand, palm upward in front of you.

“In fact we were,” You smirked at her, bumping her slightly with your hips as you took Tom’s hand 

The two of you walked up the stairs to where a man stood blocking the top, wondering what your next move will be when the man nodded at him and allowed them through, allowing them to go back towards where all the bedrooms for the frat boys were located. 

“You’re in a frat?” What the hell did you get yourself into? You silently groaned at the type of boy you are with right now.

“Hey, don’t judge me, I am an artsy guy, but frats are a way to fit in ya know?” He smiled shyly, “It’s hard to be from another country and try to fit in here,” 

God dammit, he was so actually really sweet, but still he just wants a hookup so I really shouldn’t look into him too much. Right?

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you were already in his bedroom, a neat full size bed in the center, very clean hardwood floors and minimal decorations. “I like your room,” You smiled, watching Tom’s body as he curves past your body to pull the switch on the lamp bedside table. His arms were slender but muscular, the veins in his arm prominent, the way his shirt came up from his jeans, revealing a muscular torso. 

“I have no chairs love,” tom cooed from the spot in the bed he had jumped into and leaned back with his hands behind his head, eyeing your body. 

“That’s fine, you look pretty comfortable,” You cringed internally but he seemed to be really interested in you so fuck it.

“Then why are you all the way over there love?” Tom’s body shifted forward towards you, taking your hand as you crawled up the bed and into his lap.

“Oh my, you really are comfy,” your giggle was soft, sensual enough to feel Tom’s growing attraction in his jeans. 

“I’m very glad you think so love,” His hands running up your thigh, the velvet skirt pushing it up past your hips, “Now tell me love, this ex of yours, did he ever touch you like this?” Shifting you so you were straddling his hips, his hands trailing your inner thigh before running them up and down your back, a moan escaping your lips.

“No never,” moaning slightly, his lips meeting the crook of your neck, his hand leaving your thighs. “No, please,” You begged, “Don’t stop please.” 

“Oh no? You want me to keep going love?” His lips brushed against your bottom lip, teasing the idea of a kiss.  

“Please,” You were never one to beg for sex but this boy was different, and you were in need of him right now. 

“I love when you beg darling,” Tom whispered before his lips met yours, he was a great kisser. The way his tongue slipped inside of your mouth, brushing the tips of yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly.  “What do you want love?” 

“You,” and with that he pushed you down on your back, his lips moving from your neck to your collar bone and down, his fingers gripping your thighs, there would be bruises there for sure but you wanted it. You wanted him to mark you up. His lips were now on your hips now, teasing you before returning to hovering over you. 

“Now tell me Love, what can I do to make you forget all about him?” Tom’s voice was laced with a possesive tone. 

“Just touch me,” You groaned, watching the t-shirt leave his body, exposing the muscular torso and low riding jeans on his hips. Taking him by the neck you kiss his lips hard, his hands gripping your back hard, fingering the clasps of your corset top before finally pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Your skin felt like fire when he pulled away and looked at your breasts, his mouth slowly agape. 

“Wow,” His fingers rubbed your nipples making them very hard as he smiled down at you, “How beautiful are you?” his hands began to rub your torso and your breasts.

“i really just want to fuck,” You groaned in a hushed whisper against his lips, feeling his hands comply with your wishes and pulling off your skirt and panties, “Wait, my heels-” His lips hushing you and shaking his head no.

“No, leave them on, I want you in nothing but your heels.” Tom groaned, your hands already pulling off the belt and unbuckling his jeans. “Fuck,” He groaned as you pulled out his cock, eager to touch it but you’re not an idiot so you stop and as seductive as you can you ask him.

“Um, condom?” 

He laughed slightly before opening the drawer beside him, shimying out of his jeans, now naked and hard in front of you, watching him stroke his cock to you before opening the packaging and rolling the latex down his cock.

“Better love?” Tom asked, pulling you into his lap so you were right above his cock, teasing him with a kiss to his jaw before deciding this was what you needed right this second and letting him deep inside of you. “Fuck,” He groaned, listening to your moan in his ear, gripping your hips as you moved up and down slowly, his hips bucking into you. Your legs on either side of your hips, your heels laced up your thigh, toms eyes looking over your body before pushing you on your back, legs curling around his hips. “My turn love,” Pushing hard and fast into you, one hand on your hip, digging into you, the other hand teasing your nipples. 

This was wild to you, right now you were having a one night stand with a british frat boy in his bedroom. Something about this made you feel dirty, and not in a shameful way, but in a naughty way where something inside of you was set free. As Tom thrusted inside of you, rubbing your clit with his finger and mouth on your nipple you found yourself begining to feel that build inside of your stomach. He knew how to listen to your body, how to please you in different ways, just when you felt yourself about to explode he tossed you on your stomach, lifting your hips and pushing back into you, spanking your ass hard. The comforter rubbing on your nipples along with all the different sensations from Tom, the spanking, the way he hit your g-spot, god you had never been fucked like this before holy shit. 

Tom’s fingers were gripping your hips in an almost painful way, but my god did it feel amazing, you were so close, the way your body was just giving into him, listening to his commands. “T-tom,” You moaned, his name falling off your lips felt angelic, though nothing about what you were doing right now was holy by any means, but his body, his name, his whole self was incredible. 

“Oh, Love, please keep saying my name,” He groaned, hands running from your hips and down to your ass when he spanked you playfully. 

“Tom,” You moaned, looking back at him, making eye contact and watching his lips curl up and then turn into an O, his eyes closing, his thrusts were slower now but this time you decided to rock back against his body, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of you, and when his fingers met your clit, rubbing in small circles you lost yourself. Collapsing into the bed, feeling his body push deeper into you before he stopped moving all together and pulled out of you, resting back into the pillows.

“Holy shit,” Tom moaned, you moved into a more modest position, looking at the mess of a boy now laying against the pillows. 

“I know,” You huffed, pulling on your skirt, watching him look at you before rolling the condom off and pulling his jeans back on. Offering his assistance to you in putting on your corset but opting for his shirt instead. 

“It was very nice meeting you,” Tom walked you out and back to the stairwell.

“Oh are you not coming back down to the party?” You asked curiously

“Oh Darling, there is no one down there who is going to surpass you,” He smiled, still shirtless against the wall. “Please feel free to come see me again,”

“We’ll see,” And with that you disapeared back into the crowd of drunks, sore and satisfied. 

[keyboardpunk]

Late Nights Bright Lights

Chocobros x Reader

Just some ideas I had about you meeting the chocobros in a club. Nothing special. Some implicit content, a bit mature, but nothing exceptionally inappropriate. As always, thanks for reading and hope you enjoy.

Go to the club, dance a little, meet cute guys, have fun... That was the plan, anyway. You gave the impression that your friends had dragged you here mercilessly, mostly so you could shift the blame towards them if you didn’t have any fun; however, that wasn’t entirely accurate. You weren’t exactly dragged here kicking and screaming, but reluctantly tagged along with the hopes it wouldn’t be a complete waste of time.

It sounded nice to be able to dance with a stranger, partake in some harmless fun with no strings attached. After a long week at school, far more hours of studying than you were physically capable of, some real fun was in order. Sitting at home and streaming some entertainment online just wasn’t going to cut it this weekend.

After downing just a tidbit of liquid courage, you joined your friends on the dance floor. This early in the night, the music was more slow paced. As the club steadily became fuller, the night grew darker, the music played louder, and the spiraling lights above glowed brighter.

You exited the dance floor to take a breather, but also with a different thought in mind. As you walked around, you felt oddly like a predator, stalking about with an intimidating gaze. The music was loud enough to make the floor and ceiling vibrate around you, accompanied with the neon lights, you felt like you had left reality and entered a completely different world. With it came a slight fade of innocence.

You weren’t looking for a piece of meat to take home, but for an unfamiliar body to become familiar with, to deliver a rush your friends simply couldn’t. Maybe it was the slight buzz you still had going, or the music hypnotizing you into an erotic euphoria, or maybe just the longing for someone...

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Standing with his back pressed against one of the pillars, a short ways from the dance floor and on an elevated platform, it was likely that most people didn’t see him; but, your eyes caught the glimmer in his eyes when an opposing light caught them just right. Needless to say, that glance turned into a stare.

The stranger’s all black outfit stood out in sharp contrast to his pale skin. Ebony strands of hair fell over his eyes, giving him this brooding appearance. Despite that, it was obvious to you that he looked... a bit out of his element. Leaning against the wall, eyes unfocused, he seemed a bit lonely. Intimidating? Definitely not, you thought as you approached him. Rather, his boyish face, round cheeks and bright eyes were rather inviting. Cute, would have been a far more accurate first thought.

You invited him to dance, and almost giggled at his nervous response. “Huh? Me?” His voice was low, but soft, and rather fitting for the contrasts in his appearance. For a moment, he stared at you, blinking slowly as if doubting you actually asked him. “Ah - sure,” he added on, nodding his head nervously, but enthusiastically. It was a bit surprising, honestly. Considering how handsome he was, you would have anticipated he’d be crawling with women. Where he had chosen to stand likely played a role in that.

It was likely just experience talking, but you expected far more arrogance from the stranger, as well. Yet, there was some nervousness emanating from him as you approached the dance floor. He shuffled a little nervously, eyes watching you and prepared to act upon your first move. It was impossible to not smile at the sight of him, waiting for you to lead.

The first song was slow, allowing the both of you the opportunity to become more comfortable with each other. You almost didn’t notice when the song changed, shifting into something more fast-paced. The stranger avoided touching you; but, his eyes never left you for a second. His gaze held yours possessively, as though his blue orbs had bewitched you.

Your hands found him first. Possession by the song, perhaps, or maybe it was his powerful gaze beckoning you? You didn’t have a chance to second guess yourself, for his hands found yours, fingers gently grasping at your hips. Trust was shared in that touch, or perhaps he simply grew confident enough to take control. His hands, his body, moved yours, then: spinning you around, tugging your body back against his, hips rolling, spines curving.

You followed along eagerly, enjoying the contrasts in this stranger. His gentle gaze continued to captivate you, though there was clearly something possessive in his eyes. His hands were gentle, delicate, but unrelenting. At one point, he spun you a little too fast before tugging you back. Your bodies slammed together; and, he immediately stammered out an apology.

Yet, you had no desire for an apology. Your hand curled into his lower back, keeping you locked together so he wouldn’t let go. Gently panting, you were unable to verbally express praise for his confidence; however, you had a strong feeling he saw it in your eyes, for after a brief pause and moment of hesitation, he immediately continued the dance.

Prompto Argentum

You approached the bar again, intending to get a water this time, likely to calm your nerves; but, a young man seated on one of the stools caught your eye. He stood out quite a bit compared to the others, and not because the only thing he was holding was an empty glass.

The bottom hem of his pant legs were folded up and his converse were curled in on the stool's lower rim, seated in a boyish manner. The light from the dim ceiling orbs were making his spiky blonde locks glow. It was difficult to not stare, especially when he caught you staring and turned to face you. The constellations of freckles on his face did well for his boyish charm and his bright blue eyes gleamed like headlights.

"See something you like?" he teased, grinning dorkily. Yes. Very. You almost heavily exhaled that reply, until you saw the stranger turn away bashfully and look down at his empty glass. Realizing he was not sincere in his joke, something almost painful rattled your rib cage. He didn’t look back, leading you to believe he expected you to walk away. Hell no.

A tinge of sudden bravery nudged you closer. You slid into the tight space between his bar stool and the empty one beside him, and invited him to dance. You’d swear that he was glowing when he turned around and eagerly nodded. Your hand slid over his wrist, leading you to notice the gloves he was wearing. Naturally, your first thought was that they were for his motorcycle. It was an oddly cute thought, considering how scrawny he was.

"I'm - eh - not very good!” he proclaimed over the music, like an early apology, as you made your way through the crowd. As soon as you found a good spot on the dance floor, you turned to face him. He looked nervous, to say the least, feet shuffling when you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him in a little closer. You dared to move first, confident he would follow along. Like a natural, he picked up your momentum immediately.

He blushed a little at your closeness; but, you had no doubt that you, too, were blushing. Up close and personal, you saw a whole existence plastered across his face. He sucked his lips in a few times, eyes flickering away from your face with nervousness. There were a few scars on his jaw and forehead, leaving your imagination to run wild. Long blonde lashes fluttered when someone accidentally nudged you a bit too close to him, allowing a brief second for breath to mingle before you pulled back.

As you got more comfortable with each other, more lost in the rhythm, you grew careless. The blonde’s jacket glided off his shoulders and pooled in his elbows. It was unclear whether he didn’t notice or didn’t care, but his tank top undershirt allowed you to eye up his shoulders. Just like his face, they were like paintings of constellations. More so, they were muscular. It was a bit surprising and unexpected, which, perhaps, made it all the more exciting.

Eventually, you became completely enveloped in each other, careless to the reality that you were complete strangers. You pulled him in closer and shared another red stained blush. His reddened cheeks stood out in contrast with his darkened gaze, as though he was torn between wanting to be daring and feeling shy. You could almost feel his confidence growing, and it was beautiful.

He didn’t put his hands on you until you grasped his wrists and placed his palms on your hips. His fingers curled over your flesh and he didn’t let go. Your body nudged his into bravery, especially when your hands slid across his shoulders to caress his neck, keeping him lose less he try to float away. His hips followed your rhythm, especially as it grew more frantic, more needing, rolling against you possessively. He likely thought that you had caught him; but, it was quite the contrary. He had fully captured you.

Ignis Scientia

At a mere glance, you could tell he didn’t usually go to places like this. He looked quite out of his element, standing there with this elegant poise that made him stand out almost dramatically. He looked uneasy, adjusting his glasses every few seconds, like clockwork. His jeans looked brand new, and so did that expensive looking, formal jacket. His button-up shirt was a few buttons loose, however, showing off his lean neck. Perhaps, that was the only thing about him not in pristine.

You overlooked him a few times, thinking to yourself how uptight he seemed. But, it was increasingly difficult to stop yourself from glancing in his direction. He was incredibly handsome, and something was undeniably appealing about that gentlemanly stature. It was like a layer of clothing you wanted to tear off of him to test what lay underneath. Like a challenge. And you blushed at the mere thought.

It was perhaps the fifth time you looked that way when his gaze finally caught yours. For a moment, your eyes were locked in a hypnotic stare. Even his gaze was handsome and oddly elegant, yet demanding in the gentlest of ways. His gaze, behind lenses, gave you the courage to walk up to him. Upon seeing your approach, he too began to walk up to you.

“Not your thing?” you dared to ask him. He smiled, his glasses reflecting the ever changing colors of the lights above. “Not particularly.” His charming response had you offering your hand and you could only hope you sounded inviting whilst trying to shout over the sudden music change. “Maybe I can change that?”

“Maybe,” he cooed back, taking your hand. As you led him out to the dance floor, you pondered what kind of dancer he was. Expectation told you that he would be slow, yet suave. He definitely didn’t look like the kind of guy who would dance to a vibrating techno beat. Once you two found a spot and the dancing began, you realized you were... sort of wrong.

His movement was by no means sporadic. He knew how to dance to the rhythm of the music; but, he was oddly graceful about it. You did not think it possible to dance gracefully to music like this. Perhaps, it was not his dancing that looked so elegant. It was just how he did it. What an curious man, indeed.

When he caught your mesmerized stare, he wore a smug smile. His hands gently took your forearms and encouraged you to spin around. Standing behind you, he leaned in so he would not have to shout for you to hear him. “Did you expect worst?” he asked. For a moment, you were taken aback. Likely, you expected some arrogance behind his words. It might have merely been the manner in which he spoke; but, rather, he sounded proud for impressing you.

Tempted, you wondered if you could nudge him further. “I expected more,” you replied, turning your head back to look up at him. It was difficult to see his eyes at that angle; but, you definitely caught his brief smirk. He was lean and tall, and had you wondering what more he was capable of. Instead, he spun you around, brought you in flush against his body, and tested what you were capable of.

Spin, twist, bend, fold. Backwards and forwards. You felt like you were on fire, moving to his every whim, hair flipping about messily. Yet, his control over you was handled so delicately. His hands caressed you with ferocity, but with the type of softness a real man would handle a lady. It was impossible to not melt against him. Of course, each movement he coaxed out of you, he returned, lean body moving seamlessly with yours, as though you were one.

The song changed then to something softer, forcing you two to slow down. With a moment of ease, you couldn’t hold in a laugh, asking if he was certain he didn’t enjoy places like this. He smiled, mumbling something your ears almost didn’t catch. “It’s not everyday I find such a suitable dance partner...”

Gladiolus Amicitia

The rips in his jeans probably weren’t for fashion's sake... That was your first thought when your eyes fell upon this hulk of a man. His shirt wasn’t particularly tight; but, you could tell nothing but rippling muscle lied beneath. It was obvious considering his muscular arms and particularly masculine neck, along with the way he towered over most people in the crowd. He looked like he could rip a man in half with his bare hands. He probably could.

It was impossible to not be a bit taken by such shameless, raw masculinity. Yet, experience had taught you a lot about guys like him. He was probably used to always getting what he wanted. Some other probablies crossed your mind, battling with the curiosities that also filled your thoughts. He was probably a good dancer... Or a pompous jackass.... Probably... both.

You passed him by, deciding to just reenter the dance floor and find your friends. You searched for them, wandering around a bit stupidly, unable to find them. You pondered the possibility that they returned to the bar, or were in the restroom, and turned to exit the dance floor. Just as you spun on your heels, your eyes were met with a chest, and almost nothing but.

Your neck craned back to look up at none other than the stranger you had just been oggling. Despite his muscular body and aggressive pose, his handsome face was rather inviting: calm, warm eyes, a small smile, and round cheeks that were contrasting to his muscular jaw line. His well trimmed beard, and even the scar that ran down his face, did all the better to put a capital on handsome.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked, voice a little teasing. You didn’t have a chance to respond, a bit taken back by seeing him up close, front and center. He continued, “have time for one more dance?” To this day, you cannot recall what answer you gave; but, it must have been positive, for his hand found your waist and gently nudged you back onto the dance floor.

He was oddly graceful for how large he was. More importantly, he was gentle. You almost expected those massive feet to clobber your smaller ones; but, he was careful, and mindful of where you stood. His hands frequently reached for you, a bit shamelessly, though his touches were never beyond what you considered appropriate. His fingers slid over your waist, caressed your lower back, and gently ran up your arm once or twice, all moving with the motions of the song.

It was not long before you became more comfortable with him, having been captured in his amber gaze more than once. His eyes were fierce, though gaze soft as it fell on you. At some point, your hands became more explorative, trailing down his chest when he pulled you in and even curling over his hips multiple times. Despite that, he remained calm, hands holding you clearly with the intent of keeping you as his dance partner, but nothing more.

At one point, you got too eager, leaning up against him in tune with a powerful chorus in one of your favorite songs. His hand grasped the underside of your thigh, propping your leg on his hip for a split second before you parted. As you spun around, crashing back into him, he immediately apologized against your temple. “Ah - was - too much - my bad.”

You smiled up at him, faltering for a moment. He was a total stranger, yet you felt so comfortable with him in such a short amount of time. “Not even-” was all you could bring yourself to say, matching his tone. You caught his smile, for just a moment, before the dance continued.

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Drunk Punch Love 2: Chapter 3

Pairing: FemShep and Garrus Vakarian (Shakarian)

Rating: PG-13 (with some tossed F-bombs)

Summary: Their awkward, badass journey through saving the galaxy and accidentally falling in love

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22089466/chapters/54170929

Part 2- Chapter 3: Enter Archangel 

"So now that the clinic doesn't need me, tell me what you know about the Collectors."

Anya was only passively listening to Mordin and Miranda chatter on. She took a quick liking to the Salarian scientist, but he did talk a lot, and her brain was still sort of a slosh. Her brain cells were starting to get antsy about her getting her head on straight again. With all the back to back missions, she still didn't feel quite human.

Behind her, Miranda answered, "I can't tell you too much without the data we have on the Normandy, but I can say-"

Just then, somebody grabbed her forearm. Someone with a grip like a goddamn claw machine; inaccurate and fumbling, but still rough when it caught on. "You look like a strong type." Shepard's head turned to look at them, a krogan in Blood Pack gear. Taking a turn for the bizarre, a Blue Suns merc behind him nodded approvingly. The real offense of it all, though, was that he was close enough for Anya could smell his breath. Had the faintest hint of pyjack and ryncol.

Jerking her arm out of his grasp, she went on instinct: a krogan headbutt. Though it made her forehead feel a bit like jello, the guy staggered back. She stood her ground. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't touch me."

The batarian behind him started to cackle. "Even better. If you want some cash, ma'am, we need more guns to take down Archangel. Been seiging him for three days now, so he should cave any minute. You in?"

Before Miranda could try to butt in, Shepard winked at her, trying to make a point that she had this. If this was any other case, she'd probably beat their asses into the pavillion metal. But since this Archangel was one of their dossiers, this was an easy in, right? Anya laxed her face muscles and glared at him. "What's the pay like?"

"Trust me, damn good."

Cocking her head at the krogan still nursing his headplate, Shepard said, "Hope you all are made of tougher shit than him."

"Why else do you think he's been stuck out here for days recruiting?"

Anya laughed, but almost choked at the end. The second she heard it, she knew her old team would've called it out as her "fake, shitty bad guy laugh". Ruined a different mission where they were trying to infiltrate a shady mining operation. Couldn't let the batarian catch that. Instead, she crossed her arms and talked quick. "Where do I sign up and can I bring my guys?"

Almost out of nowhere, the batarian procured a tablet. Apparently, the gangs really were desperate enough to recruit her, no questions asked. "Sure. And if you sign up with me, I can get you on the next transport to kill Archangel." Anya had to stifle a real laugh. Dude was 100% a "get yourself killed" salesman, but it didn't matter to her. Not when the gangs were about to get some nice, Alliance-bred bullets to their skulls.

"Sounds like my kind of job." Signing the fake names Oksana Marakov, Dinmor Lasso, and Barbie Tits, Shepard waved off the guy and went back to her team. Miranda had a raised eyebrow.

With her best friendly smile, Anya said, "Change of plans. Mordin, Miranda, you come with me. Sounds like Archangel needs some rescuing if we want him to make it to The Normandy alive. Jacob, go back and make sure Chakwas has the medbay prepped. I'm sure the guy won't be in the best condition after what they've been putting him through." Jacob saluted and then headed towards the docking bay.

Miranda grimaced at the merc tag Shepard sent to her omni-tool. Wincing, Anya knew that her impulse name-giving probably wasn't going to be well-received. But she panicked under pressure.

The Cerberus officer groaned and asked, "Barbie Tits? C'mon."

"I'm not good at fake names okay? Just ask Joker about the Dranek mission, he'll explain it in excruciatingly embarrassing detail. Next time I'll try better. Or we'll plan beforehand. Or just revenge kill me at a later date. Right now, we need to get moving."

Mordin just blinked with that slightly unsettling grin on his face. "Never seen all three gangs work together. Will be fascinating."

With a wave of her arm, Miranda let Shepard take point. "Lead the way, Oksana Marakov." Other than Miranda's clear dissatisfaction with her code name, Anya almost started smirking off her skull. This was just the way she liked it. And while normal life still felt surreal, shooting? She was good at that.

One transport ride later, they were knee-deep in the Blood Pack, Blue Suns, and Eclipse strongholds, preparing for the next wave of attack. Unluckily for the bastards, Anya was a trained infiltrator. Minor hacking and sabotage was her jam. By the time they wanted to start a fight, she couldn't even count how many things she'd left her mark on.

After she pulled off her final masterpiece, damaging a famed Blue Suns hovercopter, Miranda kept tossing Shepard concerned, and possibly frightened, glances. As they suited up for the fight, she said, "Remind me never to get on your bad side. Guess you can do worse damage than Barbie Tits."

"I said I was sorry." Shaking her head, Anya focused instead on the good stuff. "But thank you. Mordin's suggestion of killing the mechanic probably would be more efficient, but I like to cross my wires and blow up the controls in style."

Next to her, Mordin looked dissatisfied with her choice, but also didn't seem like the guy who'd mind results. "One less Blue Sun is still one less."

"We can chat more once we've done our cute little betrayal here." Pressed up against the barrier, they linked their comms. After a few other mercs hopped the fence, she looked to her team. They were strangers still, for the most part. Other than Kirrahe, she'd never worked with a Salarian, really. And Miranda was sort of so perfect she was intimidating and worse, she knew that. It was weird to get used to. But so far, she liked them. Anya grinned, prepared for a good fight. "Ready?"

Both of them nodded.

Jumping the barrier herself, Shepard was surprised to feel a bullet already skim her shields. Anya dropped behind some new cover and felt her heart racing. They made it clear this guy was good, but not that good.

She got out her own sniper rifle to get a better view on the situation.

When she peered out from her cover, using the sights to see him, that fast heartbeat of hers went dead. Directly down her sights was another sniper, a turian, wearing distinct blue and black gear. She couldn't see his face, but every organ in her body stopped working, because the way he pulled that trigger felt so familiar.

Half out of confused panic, knowing it definitely couldn't be him, she said into her mic, "You didn't say he was a sniper."

Miranda sounded confused. "Does it matter?"

With her organs struggling to function the longer her brain did mental gymnastics to try to figure out if it even could be him, Shepard gave her honest answer, "Yes." It didn't make sense; Garrus planned on joining Spectres. Instead he went MIA, but she assumed it just meant he did the Spectre thing on his own. But this?

Across the comms, Miranda replied, "Well if you needed to know his weapon specialties, you really should've read the dossier-"

"I didn't get to his dossier. This wasn't exactly on my itinerary today."

"If you prefer to be more prepared, then-"

"It's not about being prepared!"

"Then can you stop interrupting me?"

"Yes! Now let's take out these fuckers, get upstairs, and for the love of god if either of you shoot him, I shoot you."

Behind the barrier next to her, Mordin and Miranda just blinked at her. Christ, she sounded crazy. But at least the Salarian shrugged and shot a merc walking past his position. Then he said, like that was casual, "Interesting ultimatum, but at least the mercenaries we can agree on."

Taking a deep breath, Shepard couldn't explain all the thoughts racing through her head right now. But she only knew one turian who was that good of a shot, and if there was even a 1% chance it was him... Well, she would burn this whole station down before she let anyone touch him.

Missions made the soldier in her feel real and alive, but Garrus? He made her human.

Engaging her tactical cloak, Anya started taking out all the mercs advancing on his position. A lot of them only took a quick punch and a shot to the back of the skull, but she did get to play around with some long-range when the last couple that reached the bottom floor of the apartment finally realized there was someone else shooting at them.

But scared, disorganized mercs were still easy to take out.

When Anya got to the top of the stairs, her heart was already on the fritz and had completely lost its mind. But the second they were closing in on him? It was like time stopped and then started spiraling backward. The tall, broad shoulders, the casual posture, the way he held his gun. It even still had that scrape from Feros. He said he'd get it buffed out on the Citadel. He didn't.

The turian took one last shot. A final hiding merc on the bridge dropped dead. Then, he moved away from the balcony, sat himself on some crates, and leaned his sniper against his hip. One flick of his fingers against his helmet, the thing was off, and those damned bright blue eyes were staring at her again. And when he started speaking she couldn't breathe. He practically growled, "Shepard. Thought you were dead." While he looked cool and serious, even a little angry, she knew his eyes. There was a lot more going on behind them and she didn't know what to say about that. But being able to see him again?

Well, that was worth coming back for.

There in front of her, with his stupid smirk and classic sniper rifle, was Garrus Vakarian.

A whisper to herself, she said, "Garrus." All it took was one look at him and all those feelings that felt lost, the squishy human who knew how to cry and dance and make him laugh? She was right there, screaming under the surface of her skin, infecting every pore with all the complicated things she felt. But Anya shook her head. There wasn't time for all that. She instead tried to keep everything straight and attempted to give him a more proper hello. Though, granted, she wasn't sure what the proper hello was for a friend who until thirty seconds ago thought she was dead. "Garrus Vakarian. I tried to find out where you were, but it seems you were just hiding out in this shithole under a code name. Clever. Trying to make sure I'd never find you again?"

He did that low, tired laugh of his, when he was wearing thin on a mission that went too long. If they had the time, she'd ask why he looked like this, what made him so tired and angry. Anya knew years had passed for him, of course he'd be different but... She didn't expect the way his fists kept clenching.

Garrus played it off with a friendly smile. "If I knew you'd be coming to find me, I would've left better clues."

Everything between them stayed on the surface layer while they talked. She didn't know how to do anything else under the shock and pressure of seeing him again with mercs on the fucking doorstep. But there was so much more under the surface that words couldn't cover just yet.

Instead, she said, "I'd joke that you were trying to run from all the danger I put you in, but looks like you made more than enough on your own. How'd you manage to piss off all of Omega?"

"Vigilante-ism, per usual."

Anya couldn't help but stare at him. Last she saw him, she'd just told him how much he mattered and then sent him away to save his life. And she couldn't fathom all the things he felt after all this time, after what she said.

She didn't even know what he would've said back. Maybe it was why his fist kept clenching, looking at her. That made a pit in her stomach that she didn't have the bandwidth to deal with right now.

So surface level would have to do.

But Garrus beat her to the punch. "I'd love to catch up more, tell you about my wonderful fuck-up here and all, but maybe we can save the reunion chat for after we get rid of the bloodthirsty mercs?"

"Fair." Nodding at Miranda, she said, "Stay up here with Garrus. Mordin and I will take point downstairs. We're lighter; we'll be able to take some good shots that they don't expect."

When she pulled out her pistol, Garrus's smirk felt real for the first time. "Still ruining lives with that thing?"

"It's not the exact same gun, but you gotta stick to what you're good at."

Before she walked downstairs, he grabbed her arm and said, "The second I saw that tactical cloak shooting pistol-fire, my gut said it was you. I knew you were dead, but I know you on a battlefield, Shepard." Taking a deep breath, he added, "I don't know how, but I'm happy you're back. Now, keep yourself alive this time?"

"Will do."

As she walked downstairs, it felt like she was tearing herself away from him, and it kept getting harder. With each wave they regrouped, made a plan, and then she inevitably split from him. The Blood Pack got some extra face bullets for that, as did the krogan that tried to run him down. She would fight any of them, all of them, with her bare hands if she had to.

Getting Garrus back and losing him on the same day was not an option.

Just as things seemed to calm down, he was back to his deflective smirking. "We're doing great. I was already pissing them off, but with you around they're really losing their shit."

"We've always been a good team, Vakarian."

"Trust me, I know." Hearing his voice was like waking up, for real. The past few days were this slow crawl back to reality, but he was the exact cool drink of water that made her realize this all wasn't a mirage.

Just as she got up from behind her cover and started to walk his way, he turned towards her and gave her this look, like he was seeing sun for the first time. While he looked so much rougher, angrier, a few times he looked at her and that all faded away. And it hit her so hard that she knew they'd have a lot to talk about once they got out of here. Hell, they'd always have a lot to talk about, but since the Collector attack?

Things were different. And not just because she died. She wanted to hear every word he needed to say.

Just as she stopped staring at him, though, that bastard Blue Suns ship swept down, shooting rockets. And he didn't have time to get to cover.

The next few minutes were a blur. She got rid of the threat with a few rockets of her own, blowing that asshole out of the sky. Anya's head was racing and couldn't shut up, rolling around guilt and blame on repeat. Maybe if she'd killed the mechanic he'd be okay. Maybe if she wasn't an idiot, mooning over his face and looks and all her damned memories, this wouldn't have happened.

When she knew the threat was gone, she dropped her guns and went to him.

Falling to her knees next to him, Garrus was drenched in a pool of blue blood, his mandible was ripped open, and he was blinking in and out of consciousness. Anya felt empty. She couldn't have come this far, come back from the fucking dead, just to lose him again. For years she kept losing people, but not this one. Not this time. He had to make it. If anyone deserved to drop from a rocket hit, it was her. She literally was out here shooting past her expiration date. He didn't deserve this, not when he was-

Her fingers twined into his and held tight.

As a Normandy shuttle came down with medical supplies, and some crew helped load him on, she didn't leave his side. Miranda tried to pull her away and heal her own bruises and tears, but Shepard wouldn't budge. This wasn't a time to be practical, not when her own practicality sent him away in an escape pod and abandoned him like this for two fucking years.

She wasn't going to let him go. Not again.

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