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underoossss · 11 months

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Completely Yours – Miguel O’Hara

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

warnings: non, it’s a good old fashioned hurt/comfort fic 💕

an: I had a lot of fun writing this, there’s nothing more comforting than a story where your love being in danger makes you realize you’re in love. anyway I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think ✨

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“Ugh, Miguel, you’re brooding too loudly over there.” You groan, pausing the video playing on your tablet and looking at the tall man pacing on his platform.

It’s easy for anyone who knows you to hear the lack of annoyance in your tone, and rather the concern laced within each syllable. As far as friendships go, the one you have with Miguel is the most meaningful one you’ve had with anyone. There’s a sense of home and protection that falls between both of you whenever you’re together, at least on your side of things. You know there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and the same applies to you; he might be taller, stronger, and smarter but you’d protect him with your bare hands if necessary. The fact that you have a ridiculous and hopeless crush on him doesn’t help.

Setting the tablet down, you stand up and shoot a web towards the freakishly ominous platform before hauling yourself upwards. “Did they cancel your telenovela, hot stuff?”

Miguel’s back is turned to you, and he glances at you over his shoulder when you make your way towards him. “It’s more complicated than that.” He sighs and steps aside, gesturing towards the big screen in front of him.

“No internet connection up here.” You say solemnly; from where you stand you can tell the blinking letters on the screen are an error message –a failed code, but you’re not about to tell Miguel that. It would undermine his surprise when you whip out some smart rhetoric in a moment of need. “Tragic.”

“No, smartass, I’m trying to improve our algorithm, but I can’t figure it out how to do it yet.” Miguel’s eyes scan the screen, his hands placed on his hips and his weight settled on his right leg. You shift your eyes from his back to the error message and smile.

“Can I try?” You ask, concealing the mischief that possesses your body at the idea of getting under Miguel’s skin. “Maybe I can fix it.”

The fact that your grump of a friend steps aside to let you take a look at the code speaks on his stress. He’s tired, you can tell, the shadow under his eyes is darker today; he most likely didn’t sleep trying to get this to work. You shouldn’t make fun of it, you know that, and making a joke is not going to help fix this. But you also need you friend to relax before he gets a neck spasm. Miguel is grumpier than usual when his neck hurts.

You step close to the screen and analyze the code, it’s impossible to know what’s wrong at a glance –this isn’t your forte– but you pretend to. Biting your tongue to keep from laughing you tilt your head and hum. “I see what’s wrong.”

“What?” The sliver of hope in Miguel’s voice tempts you to abort mission and leave him alone. But who would you be if you didn’t annoy him?

“There is not a single legible word in this mess, babe.” You shake your head and place your hands on your hips as he always does. “No wonder your computer’s struggling, this is gibberish.”

“I thought you–” Miguel groans and covers his face with his hands staring up at the ceiling. “Por que yo? Por que yo? Por que yo?”

Naturally you start laughing, arms around you stomach when it begins to hurt. “Honestly, it’s on you. Crazy that you didn’t see it coming, baby.” The endearment falls easily off your tongue, all of them do, you gave up hiding how smitten you are a long time ago. It’s not like Miguel is ever going to act on it or make things weird. No matter how much it hurts you on the inside, this is a one-sided thing you’ve gotten used to.

Miguel turns to look at you, clear annoyance in the pinch of his eyebrows before it lessens when you smile at him. He sighs in defeat, shaking his head at you. “Why do I even let you come here?”

“Oh, come on.” You smile stepping closer to the edge of the platform and shooting a web at each opposing wall. “You were so stressed; I’m trying to get you to relax.” Making sure both webs are safely attached, you jump on the makeshift tightrope finding your balance at once.

Miguel’s amused, you can tell by the way his eyes seem to catch on your actions before he goes back to his computer. “This isn’t a game, the algorithm–”

“Is not as serious as you think either, try to relax. You should join my yoga class.” You shrug, jumping up and down on the rope before it snaps. Having seen it coming you shoot a web at the ceiling and catch yourself at the same time Miguel’s red webs pull you back to the platform and towards him.

“Cuidado.”

His eyes lock on yours, vexed at first before the shift into something softer when your arms go around him. You press your cheek on his chest, trying to push your affection onto him, let him know how appreciated he is. You hope the nano-tech allows it. “Sorry.” You mutter, voice muffled.

Miguel’s arms go around you and he holds you to him; you resist melting into his hold. “It’s okay, you were right.”

Those three words are enough to make you step back and look up at him, smirk on your face. “What was that?”

He chuckles under his breath and looks away. “There’s no way I’m repeating that.”

You’re about to say something else when you hear someone call from the lab’s floor “MIGUEL!!”

A chorus of voices follow the initial call, all coming from the lab’s entrance, and you’re quick to jump down and greet the three teenagers that walk in. “Careful guys, he’s moody today.” You warn with a smile.

“Same as always then?” Gwen says before all four of you giggle.

“This’ll cheer you up!” Pavitr says, before messing with his watch and sending something Miguel’s way. “Another mission complete.”

“So you did your job.” Miguel says once the platform’s closer to the ground. “Congratulations, here’s another one.”

Lyla pops up in front of Miles’ face and fixes her pink glasses. “New anomaly on earth 55. It’s a Vulture variant, Gwen takes point.”

“Why is she always the leader?” Miles complains, gesturing towards Gwen.

But the teenager ignores him and nods once, a determined look on her face before Lyla blinks away. “Let’s go.”

“Wait just one more thing.” Pavitr says, stopping Gwen and Miles on their tracks. “I have a question!”

“We’re full of answers.” You shrug before Miguel can shut down the kid. “Ask away.”

“Is there a monarchy on earth 928? It seems too futuristic to have one. Please tell me they got rid of it.”

“Other than the one in here?” You ask, a smile on your face as mischief makes another grand appearance.

Miguel mutters your name in warning, almost as if thinking you’d reveal the details of Miguel’s earth to the young Spider-Man. It makes you throw your hands up in mock surrender. “What? There is a monarchy here! I mean after all…”

Miguel turns to look at you, eyebrow raised and an unamused look on his face. The teenagers wait expectantly as well, until you open your mouth.

“You’re the king of my heart.”

Everyone groans at your bad joke, and you throw your head back laughing. Resorting to humor to let out all the feelings you have for the one you love, pathetic but necessary. Miguel sighs and turns back to his computer, but you’re almost sure he’s holding back a smile.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Miguel calls over his shoulder, arching a menacing eyebrow at the teenagers. It’s enough to make them scramble out of his lab, pushing each other to get to the entrance faster.

“Get ready,” Miguel then tells you. His mask covers his face once more, and you mourn not seeing his handsome face anymore. “Anomaly on earth 7832, you’re coming with me.”

“You got it baby.” You smile brightly, hopping onto the platform again and putting your mask back on.

“Come on.” Miguel huffs, but his tone is lighter than before. The hug helped, you smile in triumph though he can’t see it.

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“The anomaly is a goblin variant” Miguel explains once the two of you make it out of the portal. “We need to take him away from this dimension.”

As you look at the buildings around you, shiny and modern, Miguel keeps briefing you on the matter at hand. The Goblin is going to Oscorp, thinking he can have his revenge on those who wronged him. However, this Oscorp hasn’t wronged him, it might have before but the goblin from this dimension already took many lives years ago. Miguel needs your camouflage, as you’re the only Spider-Man with this power other than Miles –though you’d rather have his venom powers instead, they’re so much cooler.

“I need you to trail him.” Miguel turns to look at you and places a hand on your shoulder. “Lyla will track him for you, and I won’t be far behind. Just stop him before he gets there and… be careful.” The last two words are said with emphasis, and it makes you smile. He worries so much; it gives away just how much his heart feels.

“Careful’s my middle name, handsome.” You blow him a kiss before you swing yourself off the building.

“Oh really, most of your records might disagree.” Miguel tells you on your watch and you can hear that cocky smile on his face.

“I hope you caught my kiss.” You ignore his jab, smiling under your mask as you swing yourself upwards and let go, doing a flip mid-air and shooting another web. “Lyla, am I close to our guy yet?”

“Closing in.” Her voice comes from your watch. “Three blocks.”

“Better turn invisible.” Miguel’s voice follows, it’s more agitated that before which you know means he’s trailing after you. Though you’re not nervous, a sense of relief washes over you at the knowledge that he’s close. “And no more talking, this is a stealth operation.”

“Sure thing, baby cakes.” You agree, “Catch you in a bit.” You make sure you’re camouflaged one block before you intercept the anomaly, staying silent, and focused on the mission. That is, until you pass a lilac and orange storefront. “Oh that milkshake place closed last year! Can we go back, later. Please.”

Your voice is merely a gasp, but Miguel’s chastises you. “Y/N”

“I’m gonna take it as a yes.” You shrug before going silent once more.

You spot the Goblin when you turn the corner of the last block. He’s green and wears a yellow hood on his head, his glider looks a lot like wings with green lights on the bottom. The anomaly is heading for a window, to break into the building mode likely but your don’t let him.

Shooting a new web and launching yourself upwards, you kick his glider to destabilize him and miss his shot. He’s definitely confused at what happened and even more so when you shoot two webs at his feet and pull. “I’ve engaged the anomaly, where are you?” You ask Miguel, showing yourself to your opponent so he can follow you to the rooftop.

The Goblin is faster than you, especially with his high-tech glider —you’ve never seen one so advanced— and he snatches you from the edge of the building then proceeds to throw you on the rooftop’s floor.

“How rude.” You shake your head at him, camouflaging again and slipping underneath the floating board he’s perched on. You shoot your webs at the blue ventilation system, knowing it will overheat it until it explodes before a series of red ropes latch onto the equipment and pull it away from the Goblin’s feet.

You roll to your right to avoid his body falling on top of you, at the same time an explosion goes off in your vicinity. Miguel stands there, as the glider’s smoke clears behind him, head cocked to the side. “I’m here.” He states when you stop camouflaging.

“You know, you really have to work on your one liners.” You shake your head. “Miss me? Would’ve been a much cooler thing to say.”

Neither of you can do anything else as suddenly six explosives are thrown both your ways. In a second, you shoot your webs are them, pulsing the shooter three times to change the web’s pattern and create a net-like trap you throw to your left. “Excuse me, we were having a moment here?”

The empty parking lot on the neighboring building shudders at the explosion and that’s when the Goblin attacks.

You try to put up a fight, and so does Miguel but the Goblin stronger than you. Though you manage to get some good punches in, his are stronger and knock the air out of you. He’s fast, too fast for one person to catch up with him, and even with you and Miguel running yourselves ragged, it’s hard to keep up. His bombs run out eventually —you kept throwing them to the empty parking lot, which worsened his mood— and you can focus on keeping Goblin still. The issue is, that no matter how many webs you shoot at his limbs, he snaps them easily before going back to exchanging punches with Miguel.

You try to pin his arms one more time, but he sends you backwards with a kick to your stomach.

“CHUCHA!” You scream one of Miguel’s most common expletives, frustrated with yet another failed plan. “Okay. Babe, I have an idea, but you gotta help me out.” You tell Miguel, voice breathless as he struggles with the anomaly.

“Tell me.” He grunts, trying to keep Goblin from escaping the rooftop, if he reaches the door and gets inside there would be too many people to look after.

“I hold him still and you bite him; I think it’s the only way to cage him.”

When you see Miguel nod, you get to work. You begin by shooting webs to the side of the buildings, much like you did back at Miguel’s lab, before attaching them to the Goblin’s body. His arms and legs are next, which you manage to hold down by circling him until they’re tight enough that he can’t move. Miguel uses his red webs to hold him too, and the front of his mask disappears showing his teeth as he approaches the anomaly. But the Goblin’s stronger than anything you’ve fought before and in mere seconds snaps one web, then another, until suddenly and with an ear piercing scream he’s free and sending a well-placed blow to your chest that leaves you breathless.

You’re out of webs thanks to your plan as he stands before you —to finish the job you’re sure— but it’s hard to focus on anything other than your shortness of breath. Miguel’s voice is muffled when it reaches you as he tackles the Goblin, grabbing at his neck with his claws. You take the opportunity to take off your mask, gasping for air and trying to get your rising panic in check. It barely lasts though, because the anomaly gets away, slipping through Miguel’s clutches, and going back to you. His green claw snatches you from the floor, making you grunt in pain as he jumps to the other building. Next thing you know, the Goblin lets go of you between the two buildings and your stomach drops. You activate your web-shooters in the hopes that even the smallest bit of web can help you but it isn’t your lucky day. Your body is in free-fall and the wind mutes the words coming out of Miguel’s mouth.

All you manage to hear is his scream, a desperate sound, followed by him diving to rescue you without hesitation. You can sense how his mind goes over the million ways he can grab and not injure you. Not even his bright-red webs can help you, he’d snap your back in two or detach a limb. But he will help you, you’re sure of that. You see him get momentum from the building in front of you before he dives in your direction, arms tight to his sides to gain speed. Once you’re within reach, his arms go around you, enveloping you completely before he turns around so his body receives the impact as you crash through a glass window on the opposite building.

“Go get him.” You groan, body limp on top of his.

Your lack of comment on your position is enough to worry Miguel. He was expecting something that would make him roll his eyes and hold back a smile as he always does when he’s with you. If you wanted some alone time, you could’ve asked, big guy. Woah, take me out to dinner first, handsome. He can hear it so clearly in his mind that your silence at present causes a wave of anxiety to rise in his sternum.

“You’re hurt.” Miguel states, voice strained as he lies you down gently on the floor.

“I’ve seen worse.” You shake your head. “Go find him, I’ll catch up.” It’s a blatant lie, and you know Miguel can tell. He can see you’re barely awake, how you’ve turned a shade closer to grey, how clammy your forehead looks and a quick glance at your abdomen confirms his first guess. He thinks at once, internal bleeding.

He talks to Lyla through his watch but you can’t make out a single world after the system’s name because you’re trying really hard to concentrate on breathing. Since when do you have to think about breathing? You’re suddenly bathed in tangerine light as a portal opens behind Miguel, and though he’s still in a hurry to get you back to the Society, he takes his time as he picks you up.

The movement is gentle but you still whine in pain, a string of curses flying past your lips. “How do I say motherfucker in Spanish?” You ask Miguel as your eyes fall closed.

“It’ll be over soon. Just look at me, okay?” His voice is tight yet calm despite the disastrous turn the mission’s taken. “Don’t close your eyes, you have to stay awake.”

You open them weakly —it’s so hard to stay awake all of a sudden— and look at his illuminated profile. His chiseled jaw, beautiful but so tense you’re sure he’ll crack a tooth. You’re in pain, slowly feeling like you’re fading away into nothing, but you can’t bear to see Miguel so stressed.

“Hey,” You whisper, and he looks down, his expression softening. “It’s Guasha right?”

“What?” Miguel looks so confused you’d laugh if it didn’t hurt to breathe.

“The secret to your cheekbones, babe.” You mumble.

Miguel squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, not annoyed but something else you can’t figure out. “As if I’d tell you.” He tells you, rolling his eyes at you in that fond way of his.

He steps through the portal and a moment later you’re back at the society, spidermen walking left and right to their own dimensions and missions. Miguel’s quick to bring you to the med-bay, at least that’s where you assume you are until you pass out.

It turns out, you were put under so the Spider-Medics could operate on you. Everything’s fine, they reassure you when you wake with a start, a couple of needles pricking your skin. Your eyes search for a familiar tall figure, brooding, handsome, the light of your eyes, but you can’t find it. So, you let the doctors run their tests and give you their diagnostics without another word. It takes a whole day for you body to heal and feel better, all while waiting for Miguel to show up.

He doesn’t. Not once.

Once you’re dispatched with an all clear and a lollypop, you immediately open a portal back home. There’s no use going to see Miguel at his lab. If he doesn’t want to see you, that’s fine. You get it, you ruined his mission and he’s gorgeously pacing in front of his many computer screens. But there’s also the gentle way he’d spoken to you, the look he’d given you before you passed out… No, it’s just childish wistful thinking. You’re the last person he'd like to see at the moment. You’re sure of that.

When you get home, you’re quick to turn on the radio and sync it to the police channel. Maybe chasing some bad guys will clear your head, take your mind away from the heartache threatening to consume you –it’s even worse than your previously broken ribs. But you shower and change back into your suit and no such luck; not even a small robbery to stop. With nothing else to do, you go up the fire escape and to the rooftop just in time to see the sun set in the horizon. It bathes your New York in orange; it’s not nearly as modern as Miguel’s but it’s loud and fun regardless.

“One would think that after that fall, you’d avoid heights for a while.” Miguel’s voice comes from somewhere behind you but it doesn’t startle you.

“Occupational hazard.” Is all you say, staring ahead as your heart aches in more ways than one; for your own feelings and his likely regret of bringing you along to Earth 7832. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

You refuse to look at him, guilt eating you up from the inside out. “Miguel, I ruined your mission.”

“You didn’t.” Miguel sighs. “Why would you think that?”

You huff, then look down at your hands and twist your gloved fingers. “I know you’re mad, don’t lie to me.”

You hear him approach you, his footfalls getting closer before he places something next to you. You look to your right and see it, the lilac paper cup with the orange logo and white straw. What? You take it in your hand and examine it in the sun. “Is this?”

“They closed a year ago, right?”

You turn then, and the sight of Miguel standing there increases your yearning tenfold. He’s bathed in orange light from the sunset, it casts sharp shadows on one side of his face as the wind tousles some rogue strands of his hair. It should be illegal really, to be so beautiful you bring people to tears.

The worst thing is that he’s not mad, you can tell by the way his jaw isn’t tense like a day ago. His brows are relaxed, and his eyes scan your face as if drinking you in. It makes your eyes tear up, much to his shock. If he’s not been angry at you, then he didn’t go to see you because he doesn’t care. You thought you were good friends, despite him trying to conceal it; he’s let you hang out with him all the time, never once has kicked you out of his lab, has taken you with him to multiple missions. Yet…

“You left.” You murmur tearily.

Miguel sighs and sits next to you, his back to the sun and his hands falling between his legs. His shoulder hunch, as he shakes his head. “Do you know how close you were to…”

“They said everything was fine.”

“You almost died.” Miguel’s voice isn’t loud but the pain with which he murmurs those three words make you grimace.

“Oh.”

Miguel shakes his head. “I was scared to lose you.” His right hand reaches for yours and you take it, moving the milkshake to your other side to scoot closer to him. “I might be strong, but not when it comes to seeing you in pain.”

“And after that?” You turn to face him, big fat tears fall down your cheeks, and Miguel wipes them away, setting your skin on fire and comforting you at the same time. “You still didn’t come. I thought we–“

“I was thinking.” He tells you softly, a hushed confession.

“Of course you were.” Even though you’re confused by his words, a grin makes its way to your face. He’s ridiculous. “About what? the multiverse perishing ‘cause of the bad guy we let escape?”

Miguel shakes his head before holding your chin between his thumb and index finger “The fact I was so overtaken by fear when you got hurt I could barely think; that I can’t live without you; that I’m completely yours without even knowing when it happened.”

“You’re mine?” You question, eyes widening in surprise, heartbeat raising at the same time as your hopes with his words. “You mean—”

“That I love you?” He chuckles at your expression, his eyes looking at yours fondly; “According to Lyla, everyone knows I do but you. I thought the milkshake would give it away.”

“Miguel, I thought I was the obvious one. I’m always —”

“You were, baby, you were” Miguel’s hand slowly moves to your cheek, eclipsing it in size as your body lights up at the endearment. “I was hesitant but I’m not anymore.”

“So you got me a milkshake.” You smile, widely this time as you move even closer to him. Damn this man and his acts of service love language.

“I would get you whatever you want, you know that.” Miguel’s voice drops to a whisper at your proximity, his hold on your cheek pulling you closer to his face.

“And you looove me.” You tease him, brushing your nose tenderly against his; there’s nothing you’ve wanted more than to shower him with all the affection you have for him. It turns out you have a chance to do it after all.

He rolls his eyes with nothing but adoration, and love. “Never stood a chance.”

“Wish it didn’t take falling to my death to tell me, hot stuff.” You murmur, brushing your lips against his, drunk with your feelings and the idea of loving him freely, no jokes needed. “You’re the one that bites out of both of us.”

Miguel chuckles and you lean close, closing the gap between you and kissing his lips like you’ve dreamed of for a long while. Your hands move to his hair as you pull him closer and a noise gets caught in the back of Miguel’s throat. His own hand on your cheek tilts your face to the side before his tongue brushes your bottom lip to open you up to him. There’s no testing the waters, no hesitation. No, this is something you’ve clearly wanted for a long time and after the events from yesterday’s mission there’s no way you’re delaying this anymore. You sigh into his mouth, intoxicated in the best way from the taste of him, coffee and something sweet that makes you gravitate even closer to him.

You’re left dizzy and happy beyond words when you part, your lips chasing his for a moment before you press your forehead against Miguel’s.

“Hermosa,” Miguel murmurs. You can feel his eyes on you as he ghosts his lips across your chin, your cheek and jaw, as your mouth shifts to a grin. No one but you knows your moody vampire is so loving.

You move to sit on his lap, your side to his front, smiling widely at the content look you find on his face when you look up. Completely unguarded, for you.

“Okay moment of truth.” You announce, reaching over and taking the paper up in your hands. Your hands cover your face as soon as you take a sip, the creamy chocolate taste coating your mouth and releasing endorphins to your system.

“What?” Miguel asks, his protective mode rising to the surface for a moment before you smile. It makes him shake his head.

“Ohmygod, I missed this so much!” You cry out, taking another sip and sighing in content. “Might have to pop by and get another one every now and then.”

“If there’s another mission there maybe,” Miguel concedes, arms going around your waist to pull closer. “Maybe.”

“You did it though.” You remind him, cheek resting on his chest, making your words come out muffled.

“I’m in charge,” He shrugs, self-assured smile clear in his tone.

“You’re no fun.” You sink against his chest, breathing him in and taking in his warmth. Until a memory flashes in your mind, making you light up and look at him again. “WAIT. Was that a joke earlier?”

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*por que yo? (why me?)

*hermosa (beautiful)

*cuidado (careful)

*chucha (common curse word, kind of like yelling shit! Or fuck!)

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coryosbaby · 6 months

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Dark! Mike Shmidt x fem! family friend! Reader

♡ Content warning . mentions of a custody battle, enemies to lovers with no real explanation, stuck in an elevator trope — hard dom! Mike, oral (m recieving), pnv, doggy, , degradation, rough hate sex, creampie, breeding

“…And that is why, Mr… Shmidt. That is why, as of right now, we are placing Abby in this young lady’s care.”

Mike’s jaw clenches as he watches his own personal hell unfold before him. He watches you sign the custody form for Abby, watches the pink fur hat on top of your head and your dumb revealing sweater and your short skirt and wonders why in the hell the court would ever choose a slut like you over him to care for a child. You have a good job and experience in childcare, sure, but Mike knows you. You don’t know your right from your left (literally). What makes anyone think that you can take care of his little sister?

He clenches his fists at his sides. You have a smug look on your face, as if you’ve won the Cold War. You have a tendency to challenge Mike, but he never thought you’d take it this far. Keeping family out of your quarrels was always an unspoken agreement. Mike clears his throat, shoving down the anger blooming in his chest.

“Understood.” He mutters. “I’ll bring some of her stuff over as soon as possible.”

Smiling, you get up from your seat (one you had asked for after the first one was too hard, or some dumb shit).

“Great! I’m glad we have the matter settled.” And then, with an amused, despicable glint in your eye, “No hard feelings, Mikey.”

Mikey. A name he hasn’t heard from your lips in such a long, long time. He’s so close to doing the same thing that he did to that guy in the fountain to you. Never in his life has he ever been so provoked to hit someone. But he holds back, let’s out a breath of air, and says nothing. The lawyers around the both of you pack up, sensing the tension but not wanting to deal with it. You gather up your purse and pull out a tube of lipstick, reapplying it onto your lips through a compact mirror. Shutting it, you see that Mike is the only one in the room.

“Walk with me?” You ask, and Mike’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What?”

“This whole building is filled with only men,” you infer, frowning. “I don’t like it. You’re the only one I trust.”

His eyes, enraged, look at you as he clenches his jaw.

“I wouldn’t.”

Rolling your eyes, you begin to walk out of the room. Mike trails behind you, ignoring the swaying of your curves as you open the glass door. He catches up to you in an instant, as you head for the elevator.

“This is low, you know. Even for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn’t about me and you, Mike. It’s about Abby.”

He scoffs, as you both approach the big metal elevator at the end of the hallway. “Yeah, right. Because you’ve always had such a desire to be a mother.”

Turning to him as you press the down button in front of the elevator, your gaze is harsh.

“You don’t know me, Mike.”

Mike smiles, not a hint of amusement on his face.

“I know enough.”

And turning towards the elevator, he steps in. You follow him afterwards, rolling your eyes as the door slides shut.

After a few seconds, however, a groaning sound escapes from the confines of the small box. Eyebrows furrowing, your heart beginning to pound, you watch with horror as the emergency light flashes on the elevator wall. The contraption stops completely, and now you’ve come to terms with your worst nightmare.

Your stuck in this fucking elevator.

And as if God is punishing you, he also decides to stick you in this enclosed space with Mike fucking Schmidt.

You want to die.

Anxiety begins to plague you; not necessarily from being alone with Mike. More so of being stuck in a small room such as this. The claustrophobia is really not helping you right now.

“What the fuck?” Mike curses loudly. “Why the hell isn’t it working?”

“How the fuck should I know?” You snap, putting your head in your hands. You lean back against the nearest wall and slide down against it. Your bottom lip wobbles, your foot tapping anxiously, but you refuse to cry. Not here. Not in front of him.

Mike looks closely at you, his mouth forming into a frown.

“Are you crying?”

You quickly shake your head, embarrassment dripping off of you in waves as you conceal yourself. After a moment, you can hear the sound of Mike pulling out his cell phone. He researches the name of the building and types in their number.

“Hey,” he says to the person on the other line. “Yeah, we’re trapped in one of your elevators, man. It just stopped. I don’t know—“

He pauses, listening to the other person reply.

“Oh. Is there anyway that you can get it fixed… quicker? … of course, of course. I understand. Thank you.”

Hanging up the call, he groans, and slides down to the floor across from you.

“They said it’s done this before and it’ll be an hour before they can get it up and running again.”

A few stray tears fall from your face, and you sniffle. “Okay.”

Mike sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Stop.” He mutters. “Stop crying. It’s pathetic.”

Your face crinkles up in anger and you wipe your eyes with your hands.

“Fuck you.”

Mike scoffs, turning his head to the side with a smirk on his face.

“Again?”

You growl, angrily typing on your phone on twitter as a way to ignore him.

Mike watches you with contempt. His eyes trail over your legs, thick thighs wrapped up in fishnet stockings. You’ve changed your hair color since you last saw him.

“Your hair looks nice,” he states, and you’re confused as to why he’s being nice for a moment. Until his mouth is dripping with malice and he says, “Abby likes that color.”

You scoff, flicking your acrylics as you attempt to wipe off the mascara that had run down your face.

“Whatever.” You say snarkily, and Mike’s head snaps towards you, his jaw clenching once again.

“Why are you such a bitch?” He seethes, as if he hasn’t been a complete dickhead for the past ten minutes. You shrug, slipping your coat off your shoulders. It’s become unbearably hot in here.

“Why are you so stupid?” You reply, then smirk. “Your iq must be as low as your height.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Mike growls, throwing his phone down next to him. “You’re so petty. You insult people like a child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so full of it I wouldn’t have to.”

Mike’s fists clench at his sides, but he says nothing. But of course, you can’t keep your mouth shut.

“How have you been sleeping, by the way? Are you still…” You motion your hands as if you’re popping a pill into your mouth.

Mike’s jaw clenches tightly as he glares at you.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It kind of is, actually,” you press. “A pillhead taking care of a child is definitely a scandal.”

He doesn’t say anything. His fingers tap against the metal floor of the elevator.

“Don’t worry, though.” Smiling, you tilt your head. “Even if you hate me, Abby is going to be so much happier with me then she is with you.”

And with a head that whips around faster than lightening, Mike snaps.

He pushes himself up to his feet and gets down on his knees in front of you to grab your throat with his strong hand. Shaking you, gripping the sides of your neck like he intends to kill, he sneers.

“Say one more thing about it, you fucking slut. I dare you.”

You should be scared. But you’ve always loved a challenge, and right now seems to be a big one. You just smirk at him and peer through hooded lashes.

“Or what?” You mumble out. It’s hard to talk, or even breathe, but it doesn’t matter. Because as fucked up as it is, this is lowkey turning you on— but you aren’t going to admit that.

Leaning in closer to you so he can pierce through your eyes with his burning gaze, Mike chuckles dryly. A dangerous glint flashes through his eyes.

“Or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Something clenches in your stomach, and you can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal. Your vision is starting to blur, and with teary eyes you shake your head against his grip. He looks down to your chest before finally releasing you of his grasp. Your doe eyes look up at him with something Mike can’t quite place as you gasp for air and your nimble fingers begin to massage your throat.

And something switches in him, as he looks down at you. Watching you sit on the floor with your skirt riding up, your makeup all messy and smeared, your tits hanging out. He wants to make you hurt.

“Get on your knees.”

It’s less of a suggestion and more of a demand, and you’re taken aback.

“What?” You say, exasperated.

“Did I fucking stutter?” He reaches down, hands wrapping around your hair as he yanks you towards his handsome face. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

Gulping, you look at the now prominent tent in his jeans, and back up to him. You move up onto your knees, just like he asked. He begins unbuckling his belt. Soon he slides it out of the belt loops and wraps it around your throat. You squeak when he ties the leather around your neck, and Mike gives it a tug as a way to check the sustainability. It doesn’t budge.

“Just like you need,” he grunts, letting go of the leather and beginning to unbutton his fly. “A leash. Some fucking discipline, for once.”

Watching with your mouth agape, Mike unzips his fly and reveals his underwear.

“Mike—“ you start, but he shuts you up when he hooks his thumbs around the waist of his briefs.

“Shut up.” He snaps. He pulls the fabric down, his thick cock slapping against his lower stomach. Everything is happening so quickly and it has your head spinning. He grabs the leather around your neck and tugs, practically shoving your face against his cock. His precum smears on your cheek and your pussy clenches.

“Suck it.” He says harshly. Your mouth, still open in an O, catches on Mike’s aching tip and he lets out a low hiss. He harshly presses his cockhead deeper into your mouth, grinding his hips as a way to push himself further into you. “I said suck it, bitch.”

You cry against him, but all the while your wetness is beginning to seep down your thighs. Your tongue lolls out against your own will, tasting a sliver of the cock you used to know so well.

“Fuck,” Mike grunts. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag loudly. “Missed this slut mouth…”

His fingers wrap around the belt again, and he pulls forward. Your throat is already starting to feel sore from his harsh fucking. Your hands land on his thick hairy thighs, gripping the skin as you try your best to take him.

Even when you hate him, you can’t help but do your best to please.

“Always running that fuckin’ mouth,” Mike rants. “Always needing something to shut it the fuck up.”

You mewl around his cock, working your lips up and down against his awaiting thrusts. Tears fall freely down your cheeks, your neck and face incredibly hot. His heavy sack slaps against your chin with each hit. When you make a small, pained sound around him, the pressure on your throat causing a lot of pain, Mike just chuckles.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

Your head is fuzzy, your mind already fucked out. And like god answers your prayers, Mike finally, finally pulls you off of his length. You fall to the floor with a heaving cough as you try to gain oxygen back to your lungs. He grabs your limp body and flips you onto your stomach, his large hands taking hold of your thighs and pulling you up so your ass is in the air. He flips your skirt up, exposing you to the small space of the elevator and snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“Such a little cocktease,” mike rants, his thumb rubbing over one of your asscheeks. “Always tryna’ rile me up. Aching for my attention.”

You whimper when he pulls down your lace underwear in one go, not even bothering to fully take it off and instead keeping it wrapped around your knees. He spreads your asscheeks in his hands, watching your asshole clench and your pussy drip with need.

“Been real quiet since I fucked your throat,” he continues, and you hear rusting behind you. “Guess I finally figured out a way to shut you up.”

And when his pants are down to his thighs and his bare cock presses against your entrance, you drool onto the dirty floor below you. Mike’s cock stretches your tight walls ruthlessly, and he doesn’t hesitate to push fast into you so he can fuck you sooner. His big hand splays across the back of your head and pushes you down onto the floor tiles, your cheek cold from the material touching your skin. His grip is mean, cold, and he begins to pound you with no remorse, no mercy, no sympathy. You cry as his hips slap against your backside, mutters of “Mikey, please, Mikey,” spilling from your cockdrunk lips. His hands wrap around his belt, the one around your neck, and he pulls it taut against your throat. You choke, gasping for breath, and your vision blurs. His breath is hot against your ear as he utters out another set of words.

“Such a good little fuckhole…I missed it, shit.”

Your hand wraps around the belt to loosen his hold. He lets up, but his thrusts do not. Your knees ache and will probably bruise later, but’s it’s worth it. You can feel he’s close by the way he keeps slurring his filthy words, the way his thrusts begin to stutter. Your eyes widen as his cum shoots deep into your womb, filling you up and spilling over the rim of your pussy. He collapses against you, and you yourself have already collapsed against the floor with your body arching at an almost impossible angle. Mike slips out of you, watching the way his cum drips down your thighs, and lets out a chuckle.

“Guess you’ll have another kid to take care of now.”

notes: this is absolutely terrible, take it as u will

#Mike Schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #dark! Mike Schmidt #Mike Schmidt x fem! reader #Mike Schmidt smut #mike shmidt fanfic #Fnaf #Fnaf movie #five nights at Freddy’s #five nights at Freddy’s movie #five nights at Freddy’s fanfic #Fnaf fanfic #josh hutcherson

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leviathanspain · 6 months

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hi 🖤 idk if this is a good request? lol but i’d really like to read the ways carmen prefers to be with reader than claire/noticing she’s THE one and not the other way round, maybe there was a little bit of an overlap??? not necessarily cheating but- and how sugar or richie or syd notice that they are endgame

i wanna be yours

carmy berzatto x reader

synopsis: enemies to lovers, carmy likes the attitude he’s developed when he’s around you, far more than being with his girlfriend

part 2

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you knew he didn’t like you.

richie had hired you, after you had walked in with a pile of resumes, dropping off five copies of yours before walking off. he didn’t even get a word in, admiring your style of exiting instead.

he had called you not even an hour later and asked when you could start.

and here you were, a week into waitressing at the bear.

it was supposed to be this prestigious new restaurant opened by some hotshot chef. but you couldn’t be quite sure, chicago had just recently become your home. but quickly you learned the dynamics, except for him, who wouldn’t look you in the eye, let alone talk to him.

“y/n!” richie slammed a hand on the door, swinging it open, “third time calling, where is she?” he looked around in the kitchen, eyes searching for you.

richie looked at carm, who was just finishing a conversation with sydney, “yo cousin! have you seen your employee? her shift started twenty minutes ago!” his shouts drew eyes from the rest of the kitchen staff and carmy turned, sighing slightly as he walked up to richie.

“she’s your employee, cousin. you hired her, you deal with it.” his lip twitched up slightly and richie sighed, throwing his hands up, “it’s shot to hell, all of it!” he slammed another hand on the door and back to the front of house.

suddenly, you barreled through the kitchen’s back door, a bag on your shoulder, impossibly stuffed with belongings as you hurried to the locker room. carmy sighed with annoyance upon seeing you. he turned back around and tried to find something to busy himself with.

“hey boss,” you looked at carmy, who didn’t look up from his cutting, “sorry i’m late there was some-“ you had prepared an excuse! carmy didn’t say anything just shook his head, “don’t wanna hear it, go talk to richie.”

you felt your cheeks burn red with embarrassment as you bowed your head, shuffling past him and out of the kitchen.

“fucking finally! i was beginning to think you thought this shit was optional.” richie spat, throwing a towel at you, “start wiping down the tables for dinner.” you sighed, taking the towel off your chest, where it landed and stuck, and threw it onto a table.

for a moment, you watched as you wiped the table, before looking over at richie, who had his brows furrowed over the cash drawer.

“why does he hate me?” you had an arm on the counter, lips pouted slightly.

richie sighed, knowing exactly who you were asking about. “carmy’s just carmy.” you groaned loudly, “that’s all anyone ever says. it’s just an excuse for him to act like an asshole.”

richie shrugged, “that’s all i got. forget about it and just keep scrubbing, we don’t pay you for nothing, sweetie.”

you blew a breath out, doing just as he said.

“can you please tell carmy that i need friday off?” you hung onto richie’s arm, pulling him as he tried to run away from you earlier. you had been talking his ear off all day about your trip, and how you’ve been needing this.

richie pulled his arm back and held his hands up, “i’ll see what i can do. no promises though, friday night and it’s just me and you up here? we’ll see.” he tried to be realistic in a nice way, although he knew there was no way in hell you’d be able to get that day off.

“we’ll see isn’t good enough, rich. i really, really need this.” you had clasped your hands together to further express your desperation, and richie groaned, “ask him yourself then! im sick of having to be the bridge between you two.”

you blinked, “maybe if i knew why carmy hated me, then maybe i’d do something about it. but fine!” you walked over to the kitchen door, pushing it open. inside, you found the kitchen staff cleaning up. you refreshed your greeting with them before asking about carmy. sydney had directed you to the office, where only a dim light was the indicator that he was in there.

it took you a moment to build up the courage to knock, but the door swung open before your hand even reached it. carmy stood there, nostrils flared as if he had just taken a deep breathe, redness around his eyes, exhibiting his exhaustion.

there was genuine surprise on his face to see you, and you had to withhold a breath, “hey boss.” his blue eyes locked onto yours for a mere second before they floated away, resting somewhere on the wall behind you.

“what’s up?” his voice raised the question and you nodded, “right- i already talked to richie and he told me to ask you, and i don’t know if you’ll even say yes-“

“get to the point.” of course, you should’ve known by his fingers tapping against the door that he was getting impatient. he was important, and constantly busy, he didn’t have time for you or-

“i need friday off.” you breathed, feeling the release of your tension in your shoulders. you almost heaved just as he answered, unsure of what he would say.

“yeah, i guess that’s fine.” he shrugged slightly before clearing his throat. he closed his eyes slightly as your face lit up, “really? thank you, boss. i-“

“can i get past?” carmy interrupted your words and stared at the door, your body halfway covering it. “yeah- of course.” you scooted further into the office as carmy pulled on the doorknob. you felt the edge of the door tap your back, and you shuddered as it swung back and slammed as he left.

blowing out a breathe, you opened the door, eyes accidentally catching carmy’s, who was standing near the kitchen door. you looked away first, still reeling from the interaction in the office. as much grace as you’ve been giving him, it was getting exhausting having to hold yourself back.

“why is he so-“ you struggled for the words to describe your boss, especially to richie. you were frustrated, carmy’s constant dismissal of you, even when you were asking for something that would affect him and his workday, he didn’t care!

“y/n, it’s just cousin. he’s harmless, don’t worry about anything. you got the day off?” richie turned to look at you, your mouth still in a pout, but you nodded nonetheless, “yeah i did.”

“that’s good! just be happy you got it off, hmm?” he tried to be a mediator, tried to be nice and hear you out, but after hearing the two of you express your anguish over the other, day after day, he was getting sick of it. “why’d you ask for it off again? i thought you didn’t have a life.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stared at the ground for a moment, “that’s true. it’s my father’s- was, my father’s birthday.” you laughed slightly, pausing before speaking again, “he grew up here, going to the local theater with his father for his birthday every year. we’d make family trips every year to come back to chicago, watch movies with him in the same theater and share a slice of cake. after he passed, my sister and i were the only ones who did it for a while, but then she got married and suddenly, it was just me.” you shrugged, “and then i moved to chicago permanently, into the same house that my father lived in. and i got a job here.” you smiled weakly, “yeah.”

richie nodded, “yeah.” matching your tone of voice. he didn’t want to speak, letting himself sit with that. you were nice enough, a good kid, and he saw something in you, a little spark just wanting to be ignited fully. he didn’t know what it would take, but it seemed like you didn’t either.

carmy hadn’t realized that he had eavesdropped the entire conversation between you and richie until richie came into the kitchen, slamming the door against carmy, who had stood there, frozen, captivated by your story.

“cousin- get the hell out of the way!” richie barely glanced at carmy, too in a rush to even think to slow down.

carmy looked down at the door as he pushed the door open, out into the dining room. he looked up to see you wiping down the counters. you had a wet rag under your hand, and you were lost in thought as your hand moved in a circular, repetitive motion. you didn’t even notice him as he inched closer, unsure of what he was going to say when you noticed him.

“hey.” carmy realized he was speaking, and as you looked up, your attention. you couldn’t help but smile, this was the first time that you had seen him so still, and so in thought.

“hey.” you returned his greeting, letting the rag go, you turned your full attention to him. he laughed nervously and that made you smile even more. it was odd, how he changed so suddenly with you.

you raised an eyebrow, “is there something wrong?” he hadn’t said anything else, just staring in thought.

he shook his head, and returned himself to the kitchen.

“weird.” you exhaled, watching as the door swung shut behind him. how could carmy go from being the biggest asshole to you, to randomly greeting you then going silent.

you’d talk to richie about it later, but for now you had work to finish.

“claire.” carmy looked surprised to see his girlfriend. it was friday, and normally she stopped by on saturdays. “i thought you worked on fridays.” he pulled her into the office and claire shrugged, “i got off early, just to come see you.”

carmy nodded, “yeah. yeah.” claire raised an eyebrow at him, “i cant leave early tho. y/n asked for the day off and i didn’t realize how much she does so-“ he cut himself off watching as claire’s expression soured slightly.

carmy sighed, “i know- but i’m her boss, im going to have to talk to her eventually.” claire rolled her eyes, “god, i-“ she cut herself off and stood up, “that’s fine, carmen. i understand, really.” her tone sounded irritated as she opened the door. carmy found himself standing to rush after her, but stopped himself.

had he really made a judgement on you based on an experience claire had with you in grade school? so far, you hadn’t mentioned claire to be someone of the past, and carmy had wondered why.

carmy blinked, suddenly getting the urge to rush after claire. but as she walked right out the front door, carmy realized that he had been too late. normally, the guilt would set right in, but as he stared out into the dining room, he could imagine you standing at the counter, eyes shying away from his.

saturday had been a rough start for you. you had spent the whole night before, sobbing at the movie theater. your eyes had puffed up so much that you had to go home, barely able to see the movie through your tears. this time of year was rough for you, especially since your family hardly called. your father had been the glue to hold all your differences together, but it seemed not to have a lasting affect.

when you had arrived late to work, yet again, you had expected carmy to give you the silent treatment, or possibly even yell, but he hadn’t said anything.

except,

“i’m sorry about your dad.” he had looked down at the floor when he said it. you stared at him, shocked that he said anything to you besides the usual, and that he knew about your father.

“how long as it been?” more. he was talking more to you, “uhh-“ you couldn’t contain yourself, “two years. but it feels like-“

“yesterday. yeah i know.” he finished your sentence. “i lost my dad too. a while ago.” he shook his head, as if shaking the feeling that came along with it.

you nodded, holding a small smile that carmy had actually made conversation with you.

“thank you. and im sorry for your loss as well.” you brushed past him, still reeling.

months passed, changing things with time, including carmen.

not only had he become a better boss, but you could consider him a friend. transitioning to kitchen staff had made that happen, including moments that made you think of him as more.

there was no doubt of the chemistry you had with him. everyone noticed it, and sydney had half the mind to encourage it.

“you work so well together! he needs something and you’re there with it! it’s actually insane, like did you guys come from the same planet?” her voice got a little high as she rambled on and you laughed, “what planet would that be, syd?”

she shrugged, “something of greatness. i mean, he’s even said it himself-“

you held up a hand, ending her little ramble right then and there, “sydney. i am not anything like the world renowned chef that runs this place. im not even a sous! i was waiting tables just a month ago.” your hand pointed out to the dining room and sydney threw her hands up, “that’s exactly my point!”

you rolled your eyes, “please stop.” you couldn’t hear her anymore, not while carmy was just minutes from rounding the corner.

“want one?” carmy had noticed you were gone. the rush was starting to slow and you had decided to take a break, not knowing he would follow. there was a cigarette hanging in his mouth glumly, a lighter being tossed between his hands.

“i don’t really smoke.” you answered earnestly. carmy brought the lighter up to his mouth, taking a moment to light it. he inhaled, and you caught yourself staring at him as he exhaled.

“you don’t really?” he sat down, closer than he probably realized. you turned to look at him, eyes hooding as they focused on his cigarette. “mhm.” you answered, leaning a cheek on your hand.

you were reaching out before you realized, fingers wrapping around the cigarette, pulling it from his mouth and into yours.

carmy watched you with surprised eyes, as you took a long, deep drag. you exhaled it, hand outstretched to return it. he took it, smiling as he chuckled.

“i’m quitting.” you admitted. looking at carmy, waiting for him to react. he didn’t, and you laughed, “did you hear me, carmen?”

carmy took another drag, pulling out the cigarette to flick it against the concrete step, “no you’re not.”

“i am- i already talked to richie and syd-“ you found yourself trying to justify your decision until he raised his voice, “no you’re not! i said no!”

you flinched, not used to having him scream directly in your face. he didn’t need to, and so he never did.

until now.

your ears were still ringing. you had been staring at carmy’s side profile for five minutes, as he stared ahead in silence.

finally, “why not?” the pure shock had kept you quiet, but you had built up emotion, and your voice couldn’t help cracking.

carmy shrugged, “just don’t. just give me time, alright.”

your frustration grew with his vague answer. he was refusing your resignation, and now he was refusing to tell you why?

carmy panted quietly. he had been in the office for more than twenty minutes, watching as he phone buzzed with call after phone call from claire.

he couldn’t pick up, not when his head was full with thoughts of you. he knew it was wrong, he knew that claire should be the only girl on his mind, but she wasn’t and he felt horrible.

he stared at the phone, swallowing thickly as he picked up the phone, opening a desk drawer and tossing it in.

ever since he had found out that you had no idea who his girlfriend was, and that her entire reasoning to dislike you had been a lie, it had strained his relationship. but claire had been close to catching onto his disillusionment, and it seemed like she reached it.

he opened the office door, breathing in deeply as he saw you in the kitchen, eyes red rimmed but still diligently at work.

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mustainegf · 2 months

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Soooo I had an idea about a kirk late 80s smut ...

Where he and the reader go to the cinema and watch a lame horror movie and kirk gets bored so he fingers the reader and when the movie finishes they fuck in the backseat of his car .

How are you guys so good at coming up with this stuff..? This is literally amazing, I hope I did it justice!

The movie flickered our bored faces. Kirk was so excited to see this new movie. It turned out to be another horror wanna-be. Briefly-it sucked.

I could tell Kirk was bummed, he wouldn't stop sighing. He did that pretty often whenever his mood soured.

Suddenly, there was a warmth on my thigh. I glanced down to see Kirk's hand gently squeezing, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my pants.

The touch made me shiver with heat. I knew he wanted to get handsy. He always did. But even he knew he was pushing it.

I decided to let him do whatever, I knew he would keep it PG. At least I hoped.

I did my best to focus on the movie, but his hand was inching further up, snaking around to my inner thigh.

I gazed over at Kirk, he looked completely calm, watching the movie with a smirk on his pretty lips.

"Kirk." I whispered, afraid we may get caught.

Kirk complied, removing his hand. But just as I turned my gaze back to the screen, his slender hand slipped into my leggings.

"Jesus," I murmured, trying to keep my voice low.

My eyes darted around looking for anyone who may notice what we were doing. We weren't alone in the theater, although most of the seats were empty.

"Stay quiet for me, yeah?" Kirk instructed under his breath. He ghosted his fingers over my panties, applying the softest bit of pressure he could.

He didn't even have to tell me to keep my eyes on the movie. I knew the drill. "Spread your legs." His voice was low and thick. My core tensed at his words. I did what he said, slightly nudging my thighs apart.

He pulled my panties aside, the cool air hitting my teased heat.

His fingertip slid across my clit, causing me to gasp. "Shhhh," he whispered, his finger tracing my center again. He pushed two fingers inside me, eliciting a whimper from me.

He moved them in and out slowly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bundle of nerves. A few minutes passed like this, him fucking me with his fingers while the movie played.

"K-kirk..." I breathed, quickly checking to see if anybody could see what he was doing.

He was far too good with his fingers, I had to fight not to moan out loud. His fingers were perfect, continuously curling at the exact right moment.

"Good job..." he watched my face tense and try to stay calm and keep my composure.

I could hardly take it, he knew exactly how to hit every spot.

"Kirk, stop," I turned to him, my breath labored.

Kirk pulled his fingers out of me, resting his hand as he looked at me. "What's wrong baby?" He asked softly.

"Can we go to the car?" I asked hastily.

He nodded, quickly pulling his hand from under my leggings, gathering up all of his things before standing up. Just as I stood up, kirk leaned to whisper in my ear. "I'm gonna ruin you," he snickered darkly, sucking off his fingers that were once inside me.

Kirk shut the door to the backseat of his car, my legs wrapping around him with need.

Kirk started kissing me, starting on my neck then moving to my mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, the taste of his saliva mixed with mine. Our tongues tangled together, exploring each other.

I reached between us, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. I took his hard cock in my hand, stroking it up and down. I couldn't help but look at him. "Mh-" he groaned loudly at the sudden feeling, his head falling back.

He pulled my top up and off, kissing me hungrily as he trailed his way down my body, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could.

Kirk slid my panties to the side, replacing my hand on his cock with his own. I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and melting into him.

"Lie back, Angel," he whispered huskily. My chest pressed to his as I sat on him, my head falling in the crook of his neck.

"Please put it in kirk," I whispered, my vision blurred by his curly hair.

"Hold still, pretty," he groaned, gripping my hip and pushing me down onto his erection. "Fuck!" I cried, stretching to accommodate his size.

He thrust forward, filling me completely. His lips brushed against my neck, his breathing heavy. Kirk held me there for a second, letting me adjust.

"You're so fucking tight for me," he groaned. He smiled down at me, flashing his adorable crooked teeth. He was such a cutie.

Sometimes it was hard to believe how he could get during sex based on his outside appearance.

Kirk began to wriggle his hips, filling me over and over.

“Mmh.. oh Kirk.." I whined, softly tugging his hair.

I imagined when he fingered me in the theater, how easily we could ve been caught, how good it felt to take that risk.

The car was bouncing slightly as Kirk bucked his hips upward, the windows beginning to fog.

"That's it," he murmured. I had to admit, this was far better than the shitty vampire movie we had once been watching.

"Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice." Kirk heaved.

I turned my head to the side, catching sight of our reflection in the window. Kirk looked so damn good. So handsome.

"Don't make me say it again," Kirk continued, his voice desperate and lustful.

"It's so-oh, so good!" I threw my head back with a groan. "I'm yours.." I huffed softly.

His thrusts quickened, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd bruised my insides. Kirk's mouth found its way to my breasts, sucking blooming purple marks.

He didn't stop, marking my chest with nips and love marks, kissing each hickey.

Whimpers spilled from his pinkish lips, I knew he was close.

It wasn't much longer until I came, both of us about to lose control. "Fuck, come on... come on..." he grunted, nearly blacking out with need.

"Yes! Yes!" he yelled as he released himself inside of me. His cum filled me, shooting deep inside my core. I clenched around him, squeezing him tighter. "So perfect," he sighed as he slowly withdrew from me.

I tried not to let my body give in, knowing I needed to pull myself together. Kirk looked down at me, his eyes passionate. He ran his knuckles along my jaw, caressing my cheeks gently. "God, you are so perfect..."

he said tenderly. I relaxed in his arms, cuddling to his warm chest. A small part of me wanted to just stay there forever, never going home.

Kirk chuckled softly, pushing a few stray curls out of his face. "Look what you've done to me," I giggled, peering down at my reddened and bruised chest and breasts.

Kirk laughed, running his fingers over his love bites. "They suit you," he raised his brows, flashing that dorky smile that I loved so much.

"And they'll be gone in a few days," he continued.

"Then I'll give you more," he giggled, giving me a quick peck.

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pastelclovds · 1 year

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SLASHERS RANKED FROM LOUDEST TO QUIETEST IN BED !

⟡₊˚ ୭ slashers in order of rank ! billy lenz, stu macher, brahms heelshire, bubba sawyer, kurt kunkle, billy loomis, herbert west, jason vorhees, vincent sinclair, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, micheal myers. ⟡₊˚ ୭ content warnings ! amab reader (no pronouns tho), top dom reader, sub bottom slashers, anal sex, possesive & obsessive behavior (billy lenz), brat taming (stu & billy loomis). ⟡₊˚ ୭ word count ! 1,315 words ⟡₊˚ ୭ authors note ! happy (late) valentines day! ;D

LOUDEST. ↴

♡ BILLY LENZ -> because of his mental illness, billy is very loud and expressive. from down right dirty rambles to him shouting about the various ways to end someone. billy is unpredictable, not knowing when his next outburst with come up. but one thing that is predictable about him is his volume when he's fucking with you. this man is so loud that you need to literally gag him so that he could shut up and not annoy your neighbors (he's into it tho). billy will giggle almost insanely while also letting out deep moans when riding you. when your pounding into the spot that will make him see stars, he will make it known to your neighbors of your private time together by screaming out your name and laughing like a madman. he always rambles about how good your dick is, how you are his and only his, how he would kill anyone who touches you, and all kinds of dirty talk. and knowing him, it's probably not far from the truth.

♡ STU MACHER -> this is no surprise at all. stu is known for his extroverted (and slightly annoying) personality. it's one of the reasons why he became popular after all, so you can imagine how loud he is in bed. when stu is feeling bratty, he will moan and beg so loudly even when you tell him to be quiet. but when you put him in his place, his whimpers are the cutest. while stu can be a little shit, he can hold his noises back a bit when he genuinely doesn't want to make you disappointed in him. although it doesn't last long. in his mind, when he gets loud, he is expressing how good you make him feel (which is every time you have sex). overall he is loud but he can keep himself quiet if he really tries (and ends up failing).

♡ BRAHMS HEELSHIRE -> its impossible for this baby to control his noises. he tries so hard, he really does. but the way your dick rubs against his walls makes him moan out to the sky above. brahms always wants to be a good boy for you, the way he moans out your name and whines when your cock hits his prostate makes you glad that the mansion you two live in is miles away from anyone being able to hear you two fuck like rabbits. when you tell him to not hold back his sounds, he will sing like a canary. but when you tell him to keep quiet, the poor man will try with all his might.

♡ BUBBA SAWYER -> since bubba is nonverbal he relies on his noises to tell people how he is feeling. that's no different when he's having sex with you. he loves the feeling of your dick abusing his hole and using him for all he's worth, his adorable soft squeals sound like a piglet. he's a big whiner and squealer. and as much as he likes to show you how good you make him feel, he knows he can't be too loud because he doesn't want to hear their endless teasing in the morning. but when you two are alone, he goes wild. I'm talking, high pitched moans, squeals, whines, groans the whole batch. and when he feels too good, he might not want to end after three rounds.

NOISY. ↴

♡ KURT KUNKLE -> while kurt is not as loud as the four above him, he still has his moments when you need to silence his noises with your hand. he can keep his sounds in check if you two are fucking in his house when his parents are home, but if are being particularly rough with him that day, he can't stop even a few moans escaping. honestly, with how pretty he and his sounds are, he might as well start an onlyfans. and you wouldn't mind showing to the world how good you make your baby.

♡ BILLY LOOMIS -> this brat just loooves to piss you off. he knows how much you love to hear him moan like a cheap slut, so he purposefully bits his lips or use him hands to mute himself. he wants you to put him in his place under you, but afterwards you treat him like a princess. he is certainly not as loud as his bestfriend. but if you want him to let his beautiful noises, you have to work for it. and the reward is worth it to see his fucked out face grow dumb on your cock as you two make sure your neighbors don't can't.

♡ HERBERT WEST -> herbert is always so busy with his work, so as soon as he's done, he wants to be with you. although he will never admit it, he craves you and always wants your attention. that being said, herbert isn't really the loudest. he does moan loudly ever now and then when you make him feel really good. but he sometimes holds his sounds back because he is embarrassed at how loud he can be. but once you and him get closer, he will become a bit more vocal.

QUIET. ↴

♡ JASON VORHEES -> jason is a good boy for you and only you, he becomes flustered at the simplest of praises, and although he isn't the loudest, he is still cute. he makes adorable whines and soft moans when you thrust your dick against just the right spots. when you and him become closer, he would whisper in your ear almost silently about the pleasurable experience you're gifting him.

♡ VINCENT SINCLAIR -> vincent wants you to know how much pleasure you give him, he wants you to know how much he loves you, but he can't. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's because his vocal cords are messed up. so it's very difficult for him to speak. so you always listen closely whenever you two are getting down and dirty, and you treasure every whimper and quiet moan from him.

♡ THOMAS HEWITT -> thomas may be a cannibal murderer to others, but to you, he is a big teddy bear. even though he can't express his feelings through speech, he can express how he feels towards you with acts of service. and one of his favorite act of services is through sex, more specifically by riding you until he is breathing loudly and letting out deep groans of your name. he doesn't get any louder than the usual moan here and there. but he desperately wants you to know that he loves you, only you.

SILENT. ↴

♡ BO SINCLAIR -> bo is the type of guy to believes that him making any noise during sex would make him look weak and unmanly. even when you and him grow to love each other, and even when your cock is so deep inside him and pounding away every thought that comes to his mind, he won't let a single sound come out of his mouth. the man is stubborn and prideful, but if you make him go through a couple of rounds and cum more times than he can count, then he will let out a few moans, but nothing else. this bastard is strong.

♡ MICHEAL MYERS -> dead silent. sometimes when you're fucking him you worry if he's passed out (or dead) and stop to ask if he's okay, only for him to hit you on the arm and let out an unpleased grunt because you stopped. the only noises he lets out are his labored breaths, deep grunts, and rarely moans. he lets you know what to do by signing things like, 'so good' or 'faster'. he still enjoys your company and wants you to know, but in his own silent (and slightly creepy) way.

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plentyoffandoms · 10 months

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In the Boardroom. (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral sex (male receiving). SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @mkagemtr 2nd gif @deathinbordeland

Takeru Danma & Keiichi Kuzuryu.

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Takeru Danma

I tried to keep my breathing under control as I heard the doors open to the boardroom. I knew Danma had some serious shit to talk about today, but I all I could think about him in my mouth.

I couldn't see anything besides his knees down, and I had to stop myself from giggling as he pulled out his chair and sat in it, leaning back to give the impression that he was calm, but everyone single person in this room knows for a fact that he could blow his top over the simplest thing.

And I am looking forward to that.

He was still a bit too far back for me to do anything, but I waited to make my move.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled his chair close enough to place his hands on the table.

Just as his palm smacked the table, I made my move. I placed my hands on his bare legs, and I moved my hands up towards my goal.

His voice went higher just a tad, and then he cleared his throat.

I heard Kuzuryū chime in, and at that moment, I made eye contact with Danma. I held my finger to my lips to make sure he didn't make any noise.

I went back to what I was doing and my hand cupped his hardening cock through his boardshorts, which I love and hate at the same time.

They look good on him but there is no slit for me to pull his cock through. I will just have to wait my time, but until then, I kissed the tip of his cock through the fabric.

I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head and started to suck on the head gently.

"Let me see the list of people who are due." Danma said. No one seemed to notice how his voice was slightly laboured.

He stood up just enough to reach for the list, but it was enough for me to pull down his boardshorts and watch as his cock slap against his lower stomach.

I quickly wrapped my mouth around the leaking tip, and I had to stop myself from groaning at the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

I took him inch by inch in my mouth until he was fully in my mouth. I was about to pull back when I felt his hand on my shoulder and gripped it. His signal not to move.

I breathed through my nose as best as I could, not wanting to piss him off even more than he is now.

I know he wants nothing more than to grip the back my head and fuck my face until I have tears streaming down my face.

But I couldn't wait anymore, or I would pass out. I pulled away from him, trying not to gasp for air too loudly.

"What is that noise?" An asked.

"Nothing. Continue." Danma said before anyone could ask anymore questions, but I also know that the continue was to me as well.

I went back to work, bobbing my head up and down. My chin dripped with my spit as I stopped caring if anyone heard me, all I needed was his cum.

I could tell he was close. His breathing started to pick up. His hands were clenched into fists on his thighs. His chest was glistening with sweat as he held himself back from finally finishing.

"Get out." He suddenly said.

"But," some of the members started to say.

"I said get the fuck out!" His hand slammed on the table, making me jump slightly. "You have until the count of 5." I didn't stop blowing him as the chairs scrapped along the floor, as the other members left the room quickly. The door slammed behind the last member, and we were finally alone.

He pushed the table away and sat back in his chair. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, and I stopped moving, knowing what was gonna happen next. He was brutal as he fucked my face. I could hardly see through the tears, and my jaw was sore.

"Fuckin' take it. Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" He asked just before he stilled, and he started to cum down my throat, with a loud groan I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but there was so much of it, it started to spill out of the corners of my mouth.

I continued to suck as he finished. I didn't stop until he pulled my mouth off of him. "Take the back way to my room." He said as I finally stood.

"Don't clean yourself. Make sure you are in position."

Keiichi Kuzuryu

I have been cramped under this table for the past six minutes, waiting for them to enter the room. More specifically, Kuzuryu.

The same Kuzuryu who blushes whenever I do anything remotely sexual outside our shared bedroom. His face is going to be redder than a tomato.

I just hoped I had picked the right seat.

I was once again doubting I had the right seat when the doors opened, and I could see the flip-flops and sandals of the Executives, but Kuzuryu was wearing normal shoes. I have no idea how he gets away with wearing normal clothes while the rest of us are forced to wear bathingsuits.

When I complained to him about it once all he did was smile and say, "I like you in your bathingsuit." I have been putty in his hands ever since.

I slightly cheered to myself when he sat down right in front of me.

"Let's get this over with." I rolled my eyes at the sound of Niragi's voice. It's not like he has anything else to do. Not his turn to play. The Beach has been quiet for the last few days.

I waited for the perfect time. I had to wait until he was just distracted enough that I could suprise him.

I knew Kuzuryu was sitting there with his elbows on the table, his hands grapsed together in front of his face as he listened to each member talk.

He chimed in whenever he deemed it appropriate to add to the conversation. I knew I couldn't wait much longer, so I just went for it.

I touched the inside of his thighs, just ever so softly. I felt him jump slightly as I applied a bit more pressure.

I then heard and saw a pen being dropped on the ground next to his chair and he leaned down to grab it.

He made eye contact with me, and all I did was wave. Kuzuryu gave me a pointed look and I knew what that ment.

Don't do what you are thinking of doing.

And sat back up, his back even straighter I can imagine. Mira spoke up, and I tried to tune her out, but I knew Kuzuryu was distracted enough, so I placed my hands on his zipper and slowly pulled it down and reached in the slit of his boxers and pulled out his hardening cock.

I stroked his cock until it was fully hard and took the head in my mouth and softly sucked. I wrapped my hands around his cock and started to pump him as I sucked just the tip.

He loves it when I start off like this. Kuzuryu is usually lying on our bed, his eyes closed, and one hand on my head and the other doing something else.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, and to my suprise, he started to push my head down. I relaxed my throat and started to breathe through my nose as he just held my head against him.

I tapped his leg after a bit and pulled back once he relaxed his grip on my head. I took a deep breath and took him back in my mouth, and started to bob my head.

I didn't stop. Not even when I knew he was close. His leg was bouncing up and down. I gripped his balls in my hand and started to play with them.

I saw his stomach clench, and felt the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. Making sure none spilled out.

"I'm bored. We can finish this later." The Hatter said as his chair scrapped against the floor.

The others followed except for Kuzuryu, who was still half hard in my mouth as I continued to suck him off.

"Kuzuryu, stay here and work on those reports about the rooms." The Hatter said as he stood at the door. I heard everyone else leave and just before he closed the door, I heard, "Hello YN."

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Part 2 with Niragi, Chishiya & Aguni (18+)

#takeru danma #Keiichi Kuzuryu #the hatter #alice in borderland #alice in borderland smut #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland fic #the hatter x reader #the hatter x reader smut #the hatter x you #takeru Danma x you #takeru Danma x reader #takeru danma x y/n #takeru Danma smut #Kuzuryu x you #Kuzuryu x reader #Keiichi Kuzuryu smut

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of course i know you prefer doing anal with him more, buuut

hotdogging the egg hotdogging the egg hotdogging the egg

i personally love it. would do it with anyone, and frankly i'd probably cum doing only that cus of how stimulating the feeling of big, plump ass cheeks grinding and clenching against my cock is. but i kinda really wanna hear how you'd feel about doing it with eggman. bonus points if that'd end up being a whole session for you too loool

Was reading the first part getting into it stroking myself but then scrolled more to see the propegganda and suddenly I was full on jerking it furiously and bust a fat nut so wow thank you for this 🥴

Always love playing around with the ass with squeezing, smacking, and some hotdogging to get warmed up. Pretty hard not to sink my cock in there at all when a hole is puckered cutely in front of me and tempting me but I'd want to take the challenge of refraining for it because god yeah I'm clearly seeing the appeal

Fuck yeah he can twerk! He really knows how to shake it by wiggling his hips side to side and up and down to make it bounce. I'd love for him to feel cheeky and come on strong by immediately backing himself into me, slapping and bouncing it on me and I have to put my cock between it before I'm even hard. The impact of the loud heavy slaps and rubbing changes that in no time

He likes how naughty and slutty it feels to feel my excitement grow with my erection growing big and hard against him when he's not even planning on anal, he just wants to show off his huge round plump ass and how it can shake and bounce. And when it rises and slips right in between his cheeks he's gonna give it his all and show me what he can do with such thick squishy cheeks

Would be hot while clothed no matter what he's wearing as long as it's tight, clinging to the shape, accentuating his round cheeks, stretched so thin over them it looks ready to burst out. Already great with his usual outfit, the skin tight bodysuit highlighting it and sound of it stretching and creaking, barely containing and eventually ripping open to make contact with his bare crack

Or dressing up in any erotic revealing outfit that his ass is absolutely bulging in and nearly spilling out of, fits well how he's putting in all the effort to get me off and make me cum alone without the pleasure of anal even being involved. It makes him feel like such a slut so he dresses like one and it makes his thick ass look so plump and juicy and makes him feel very sexy and confident

I'd like to get him down to his underwear either way eventually because slipping my cock through the leg and being held firmly under the material and glued to his crack with nonstop stimulation and much less of a chance of slipping and escaping for even a second until we're done sounds really great. But the warmth of his bare cheeks is so hot too. Ahh so many choices I love em all

Not that it'd have much of a chance of slipping too far out anyway with the way he can clench his cheeks around it and hold it there. I'm very happy to find that I don't even have to grab and push his cheeks together, it feels great to just let him clench them really good and grip and squeeze my cock firmly between them on his own and it helps him grind on it harder with such nice pressure too

Wiggling his hips side to side to make them slap together and clap loudly on my cock, shaking it up and down to make it jiggle and slide my cock along it, grinding my cock between his bubbly cheeks while it's pressed firmly against the depth of his crack and puffy hole, and clenching to give pleasurable squeezes with his fat cheeks that cover my entire cock is fucking hot 🥵

I grind harder against him and he grinds it back into me more while clenching his big plump cheeks together over and over with my cock squished and sinking into their soft fat while buried in his crack. So overwhelmingly good and he smirks to hear me groan and sigh because I'm in heaven with so much fat plump ass weighing on me heavy, swallowing up my cock in those thick cheeks and rubbing it

He really enjoys showing off what it can do, his hard cock is dangling but he refrains from touching because feeling like a slut pleasuring me alone gets him off enough. Relentless stimulation as he feels really confident, sexy and horny using his fat ass to please me so well and make me moan so much by slapping and grinding it on me hard as he can so I hardly handle the intense pleasure

One last big clench and slide along my cock makes me paint his crack white in a long streak. Seeing my cum trickling down his crack as he looks over his shoulder with a cheeky smile, looking very pleased with himself and giggling with glee because he finds making a man explode by shaking his ass and grinding his cock between his cheeks so much fun has me totally lovestruck 💘

I'd definitely be satisfied with it being the whole session after he's proven he can please me so well using his fat cheeks alone, I don't even need to fuck his hole for it to make me feel so good and he's very proud of himself. In the next I'll want to bury my face in his ass, making out with it and squeezing and rubbing his thick cheeks to thank it for making me feel so good last time hehe

#asks #imagines #ns4w

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baatarthefirst · 7 months

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Person A & friends standing up and defending Person B from their ex.

Well, it had been a fun morning amongst friends. Amaya brought her new fiancée to Katolis for a week long visit, Sarai and Harrow had booked a table at their favorite coffee shop. The married couple, the engaged couple, along with Gren, Opeli, and Corvus were laughing loudly, just shy of a disturbing the other patrons when she came into the shop.

"Oh gods, she's back in the country." Sarai groaned, setting down her coffee. This woman was a pain in the ass, and she knew it. There'd been a party, Yara's brother wasn't taking no for an answer so Amaya got him back by seducing her for the night.

There was NO miscommunication, she told the woman straight out that it was a one-nighter, and Yara was thrilled to get the woman her brother couldn't. There were plenty of witnesses to verify, both in the public party and in the orgy Amaya joined her for thereafter, that she'd been very clear about her intentions and made no promises of anything more. But the woman demanded more anyway. She pushed for her attention and stalked Amaya online, begging her to go back to Neolandia and see her, even sometimes going so far to ask Amaya to marry her. It'd been nearly a decade, and just when they thought she'd taken the hint...here she was.

"Why can't she leave you alone?" Janai asked as glared at the woman, they all knew the answer; they'd announced their engagement last week. Yara had many wives, but that didn't mean that she was okay with losing one of 'her women' to anyone else.

"I'd like to say I made an impression, but nobody's that good. She just wants what she can't have." Amaya rolled her eyes as Yara got up to their table. The wealthy woman sneered at the ring on Amaya's finger as if it were made of plastic and not a priceless heirloom from Lux Aurea.

"So I wasn't good enough for you? You're very picky, for a deaf piece of gutter trash." Her taunting nearly had the desired effect. Janai literally breathed steam. Sarai put an arm over the elf's chest, stopping her before she jumped up and got into trouble.

"Good thing about being deaf is I don't have to listen to your bullshit." Gren translated for Amaya.

"Well, read my lips. You and your horned whore are going to regret crossing me."

Sarai almost, almost let her sister and soon-to-be sister-in-law have at this woman. But no. She stopped Janai from rising up again, and Harrow put a hand on Amaya's shoulder.

"Why don't we let the love birds finish their coffee, while we step outside?" She suggested. Harrow put down money down for the tab and followed suit along with Gren, Corvus and Opeli.

All of them seemed friendly enough, smiling as they escorted Yara out of the coffee shop. Sarai never told her sister what happened, but they were never pestered by the Neolandian 'princess' again.

#tdp #the dragon prince #amaya #janai #janaya #rangi #sarai #harrow

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Twin Snowflakes Finale: A New Tune

TSF 52<- Here!

They say a lot can happen in a day, but the truth is everything can change in a matter of a second. Years ago, it only took seconds to reshape the life of one girl and her family. Now, after all this time, it was changed yet again thanks many long and split second choices of those who cherished her.

With the snowstorm surrounding Atlas gone, it took no time at all for General Ironwood and many other supporters to rush back to their kingdom to aid those who were trapped inside and do damage assessment. Dozens of roads were ruined, a few buildings with obvious bullet holes and of course, a combat school that has seen better days. All things considered, most of the problems in the kingdom would melt away; and while many soldiers had faced adversity inside, all lived to tell the tale. That is if they hadn’t taken an oath to sworn secrecy, courtesy of both James and Winter. This was a freak incident as far as the outside world and citizens were concerned. Just one of the many new, dangerous, and unexpected phenomena that Remnant was now capable of thanks to magic existing once again. Would everyone believe it? Of course not, but Atlas military wasn’t responsible for this and the explanation was far more reasonable than explaining how a teen idol was technically responsible. Not that anyone was ever gonna pin Summer to this. If people pointed fingers at the military, so be it. This unusual blizzard that lasted a season could remain a puzzle to the world.

As for Summer herself, she and her brother had passed out after reuniting. The battle had come to a close and neither woke for a full day. Once they woke up, they found themselves together in their home away from home. Summer was pretty calm about it. As for Nick…

“I hate hospitals with every fiber of my existence.” He groaned in his bed.

Summer looked at him, cozy in the bed next to his. “We know Nick. We know. Look at the bright side. We share a room again.”

“Are you saying that’s what you want at home?”

“Pfft, let’s not get crazy.” She giggled. “Although…sharing a hallway would be nice again. Maybe I will move over to the other side of the manor. We can be neighbors.”

“You play guitar way too loudly for me to sign off on that.” He said bluntly.

“Oh, so we’re pretending you actually go to sleep at a reasonable time?”

Nick casually grabbed one of his hospital pillows and flung it at Summer. She caught it one handed and tossed it back. The start of a hospital room brawl was about to begin when the click of the door put them on their best behavior. Jaune and Weiss came in as the twins expected, but their parents weren’t alone. Behind them came in Max, and right behind him was none other than his father. Cardin Winchester. Nick and Summer were both stunned. Max was a little tense instead of his usual stoic demeanor. Meanwhile his behemoth of a dad stroked his burly beard as he stood like a sentry in his armor.

“H..Hey?” Nick finally said. “It’s been awhile Max, Mr. Winchester. Can we help you?”

“Yes, in fact you would be the only person that could.” Cardin huffed. “First of all, glad to see you’re still kickin. You too Summer.”

“Th-Thank you sir.” She squeaked.

“So about some time ago, I’m minding my own business. Just wrapping up a mission when suddenly not only can’t I go home, but this knuckle head of mine comes stammering towards me with that idiot on his back. You know the one.”

Nick nodded, “Darren? Yeah I know him.”

“I can’t make heads or tails of what’s been going on and I don’t really intend to; all things considered. However, not only does my boy not spook easily, but it’s rare for guilt to be all over his face. So I’m asking you a simple question. How much trouble is he and Darren in?”

Cardin wasn’t the most skilled fighter Nick had met but man was this guy imposing! Even the gruff in his voice probably had a gym routine. Nick waa the only person who could truly recall the important majority of that day. It was good to learn Max had in fact made it out and didn’t die somewhere with Darren. Not only was a big part of this not really in their control, but Summer would never forgive herself.

Nick rubbed his chin as he looked at Max. “Actually…I should be thanking your son.” Everyone, including Max, went bug eyed. “It’s true. An accident happened in the boiler room and if it wasn’t for your son and Valerie, neither Darren or myself would be here today.”

“Is that so eh?” Cardin said, a little skeptical. “So they weren’t the problem?”

“As much as I would love to pin something on Darren specifically, I can’t. How is he by the way?”

“Your redhead doctor snatched him up and said she wanted to make sure he was fit.” Max said.

Sweet Penny. She probably wanted to make sure that Diamond Dust situations were over! If anyone was more tired and invested than Summer when it came to Shiva, it was definitely Penny.

“Hmm” Cardin furrowed his brow. “That’s really as far as you want to go?”

Nick nodded. “They got caught up in a mess, but it wasn’t their doing. Your son is a good kid. Darren, not so much.”

“Shit, I ain’t his parent.”

Max took a breath of relief. “Don’t worry about him. Honestly I’m positive the last thing he wants to do is cross paths with you both ever again.”

“Works for me!” The twins said, a little too happy.

Cardin took the answer he was given and looked at Jaune. The knight gave a shrug as he chuckled. They bumped fists lightly as a goodbye, then Cardin left with his very thankful son. They barely made it out the door as Penny walked in; she gave Max a slip, most likely Darren’s room number, and politely went about her business.

“Sal-u-tations!” She chanted with more excitement than usual. “How are we feeling?”

Nick and Summer looked at one another then spoke in unison at her. “Incredibly sore.”

“Perfect! Pain means you are alive. Living was the goal so mission accomplished! I brought gifts. Well… I guess it’s actually data, but good data!” Penny projected both of their bloodwork.

“Ya know…the amount of times you’ve taken blood samples while I was unconscious is getting alarming.” Nick trailed off.

“It’s only been twice.” Penny smiled. She made his data bigger, focusing on the cells themself. “Anyways, good news! The Diamond Dust in your blood is completely gone. No blue or purplish discoloration anywhere. All red again. It looks like your body burned through what you had.”

“Really? Just when I thought I had a new ace in my pocket.” He said, half joking. Nick had a feeling after speaking to Gilgamesh for the final time.

“It’s actually not all that surprising. It never lingered long in other patients who used it as treatment. The duration it was in your system most likely was influenced by the amount we had to use to save you. Also, your ‘ace’ was only viable because you were constantly breathing in air saturated with the substance. If we faced Shiva anywhere else in the city, odds are you would’ve burned out much quicker or unable to utilize the Dust in the first place.”

Again, something he had thought of whenever he first felt the cold after surgery. “So what you're saying is my plan was really good? Man, I think I’ve peaked. How am I ever gonna be that cool again?” He flopped back onto the bed. “Guess I have to think of another way of besting Valerie in a fight.”

“Y-You’re thinking about that now?” Weiss said in disbelief.

“It’s always in the back of my mind. Oh!” He sat up. “You have to teach me some of those Dust combos you did! That’ll work!”

Weiss didn’t know why she was surprised. Not only was this normal Nick behavior, but she literally is no better when it came to rivalries. She gave a smirk and said, “We will talk later.”

Summer spoke up. “Ummm, so does that mean I burned it out of my system?”

“Weeeeeell…” Penny enlarged Summer’s data and brought up an older test.

The older version was riddled with cells saturated with Diamond Dust to the point of looking abnormal in shape to a degree. Her new results displayed normal looking cells in shape and color. However, there were still cells that had strands of faded blue. Not nearly as aggressive as before, but noticeable nonetheless.

“Unlike Nick, which was a controlled dose, yours was an accident. Even before recent events, your blood was always more saturated than his ever was. However, now it’s vastly depleted by comparison; all the effort Shiva used internally and externally is what got you to this point. I’m sure if I were able to get a sample during the last seventy months I would’ve only blue and deformed cells beyond what I could comprehend. Summer, how exactly are you feeling right now?”

“If I’m being honest, weird.” She rubbed the back of her head. “The room is cold, and it’s fine. My head feels so clear, quiet, and yet…is it odd it makes me feel a little lonely? There’s no mistaking it. Shiva is gone.” Summer always thought she would say that with more bravado, but it felt a little numbing. Bittersweet even. Summer snapped out of the funk when she noticed their concern. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely glad this happened. It’s hard putting it into words.”

Nick sorta understood what she was saying. “I definitely didn’t have to deal with this as long as you, but it did feel strange seeing myself fade away.”

Penny rubbed her chin. “Oscar discussed with me in great lengths what it felt like when Ozpin locked himself away. It’s not the same situation but I think what you’re feeling is perfectly normal. What’s important to remember is that you are still all of you.”

“Thanks Penny.” Summer smiled gently. “Any words about Oscar?”

“It’s pretty clear he wasn’t outside trying to get in, or else I would’ve seen him by now. I haven’t been told anything, but I intend to go searching myself by the end of the day. Call it blind optimism, but I really doubt he’s harmed.”

“He took Qrow with him. I bet they are stuck somewhere or somehow all their scrolls ended up getting grabbed by seagulls.” Jaune said, irritated at the thought.

Penny sighed, “It’s scary how normal that would be. Getting back on topic, Summer, I wouldn’t worry about this new bloodwork. I’ll have to run a few more tests in the future but based on what you said and all I’ve gathered, this data is your new normal; as in your blood would look like this after such an incident. What that fully means is something we’ll only see as time passes but it’s safe to say large snowstorms and constant heat are a thing of the past.”

Summer looked down at her hands. A grin reached ear to ear as she opened and shut her hands repeatedly. “I can live with that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. That ends all the data we have so far. Now I have one final gift for both of you that I know Nick will adore. I’ve already discharged you from the hospital.”

Nick looked towards the sky in absolute gratitude. “This day could not get any better. Let’s go! We should get celebration cocoa.”

Summer loved the sound of that. However…“Actually, I could go for a milkshake.” Just being able to suggest that made her heart sing. “Or maybe even a smoothie, or both!”

Nick let out a laugh. “Haha, I don’t see why not. I’ll make you one myself!”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Jaune and Weiss watched their children get excited about the simplest things and spur each other on the way kids their age should. Weiss gently leaned against the knight and relaxed as she took in the sight. It was a long time coming but at least, life felt on track. Life felt normal. Well, as normal as their lives could get that is.

xxxxxx

The new lease on life enthusiasm made its way out of the hospital and into the car for about a mile before tuckering itself out in the back seat as Weiss drove. She couldn’t help but occasionally look in the rear view mirror to see Nick and Summer knocked out beside one another.

“Out like lights.” She giggled.

“I envy them.” Jaune said through a yawn. “We still have a few more things to do.”

“Let it wait for tomorrow. I know I’m going to. Maybe my age is showing but I’m still sore.”

“Want a massage when we get home?”

“Depends, what kind are you offering?” Weiss teased. She looked over at him for a second to see him staring at her mischievously. Weiss focused on the road the best she could. “Behave.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He hummed quietly. “I guess our next job then is hauling these kids off to bed.”

“I was actually thinking about that. I don’t want to wake them, and I have a feeling given recent events, they wouldn’t mind a little more time together.”

Jaune looked at Summer’s snoring face against Nick’s shoulder and smiled. “Living room it is then.”

They finally made it home after an hour-long drive. It couldn’t be helped with all the snow, even with the heaters operating normally now. Jaune and Weiss both took a child into their arms and carried them inside. Weiss couldn’t remember the last time she did this. It was surprisingly still easy. Though she was carrying the lighter of the two without a doubt. Jaune didn��t appear to have any trouble carrying Nick however. He probably would have carried both if she asked, but it felt wonderful holding Summer close. Weiss wasn’t sure for a while if she was ever going to be able to again. Thankfully that wasn’t the case.

They each put a child on separate ends of the L-shaped couch they owned so they could both stretch out as they slept. Jaune draped blankets over each of them before finally picking up his wife by surprise as he walked out.

Weiss put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “Someone is being extra romantic today.”

“You said you were sore. Let me handle the stairs for you.”

“Hehe, my hero. Let’s rest a bit like them before doing anything more… strenuous.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You read my mind.”

After the sound of footsteps made their way up to the second floor, Nick opened his eyes. “You awake?”

“Mmhmm.” Summer sank deeper into the couch cushions. “That might change again though.”

“It’s nice that mom and dad are finally getting back to their usual selves.”

“Yeah…I could’ve lived without hearing the massage comment though.”

“I’m choosing to forget it.” Nick groaned.

Both of them cringed and laughed over the moment. Summer opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. “Hey Nick? Thanks for believing in me. I know it couldn’t have been easy to let me handle Shiva on my own.”

“I always believe in you Summer. When I rush in to help you it isn’t because I don’t think you can handle things by yourself. I guess…I get scared is all. I don’t want to lose you and feel as if I could’ve been doing more, but I can see how that might be…annoying.”

“Please don’t dwell on what you read.” Summer said somberly. “I don’t want any of you to. Words on a page don’t always convey everything, and I’m a pro at not confronting my feelings to the fullest.”

“You’re getting better at it though. Speaking of which, what was your final move on Shiva? Was it something dramatic like taking your newfound strength and making a fully formed Gigas?”

“If only. I would’ve loved to finally pull that off. No, it was something more my pace. I did Solitaire. It was basically the equivalent of rolling a slot machine.”

“I thought you hated that move?”

“That's why I did it. It’s so random in how it would turn out that there’s no way to foolproof a counter to it. That is…unless you can cheat like Veronica can by going through it.”

“Have you heard from her at all by the way?”

Summer pulled out her scroll to see no messages at all. They were both sent flowers during their hospitalization but they assumed those were from everyone. “Nope. Not like I mind it. Don’t really feel like having an argument.” Summer put her scroll down.

“I…don’t think there would be one.” Nick rolled over on his side to see her. “Hey, not right now, but I have to tell you a little bit about what went on these past few months. To be honest, I wasn’t even around for all of it myself but I have a good handle on it I think.”

“Playing mediator again?” Summer said tiredly. “Don’t think it’ll change much about my feelings.”

“I’m not trying to sway you or anything like that, and what I want to tell you isn’t to excuse anything over the years. Just…cut Veronica the smallest bit of slack okay? She could fill her own life with journals too…”

His voice trailed off and his eyes looked at the floor. Summer could tell he wasn’t trying to advocate or take sides. He had clearly learned more about the girl that he felt was important to share regardless of if Veronica asked him to or not. Those words he chose, they weren’t to be taken lightly.

“…Kay. We’ll discuss it later and then I’ll see what I feel later. It’s not like my own actions have been anything praiseworthy. Man, I've been so dumb.”

“Summer.”

“Sorry. Force of habit. I think we all have gotten a little too good at kicking ourselves while we’re down. Since we’re on the topic of hearing people out, I take it you and Valerie are okay?”

“I’m a little livid if I think about it long enough.”

“Wow, I’m genuinely surprised you outright said it. That speaks volumes though. Soooo we aren’t furious at her anymore?”

“We?” Nick chuckled, “Even if I was, you wouldn’t have to be ya know?”

“Listen, I know you’ve read pages upon pages of me complaining about our dynamic, but I stand by you got it? In fact I don’t hate your problems being mine at times.”

“Heh, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Sooooo…”

“We are not mad at her.”

“Cool. Still gonna pick on her a little though.” Summer huffed. “Hate to admit it but seeing you cry is the worst.”

“Why do you hate admitting that!?”

“It feels weird okay!? It’s complicated.” She turns away from him. Shiva’s final words still played in her thoughts. They were so… different. The young girl sighed. “Oscar needs to come back. I miss my therapist.”

“Not to be rude but I’m starting to think he isn’t doing the best job, all things considered, and written.”

“Bite your tongue. He’s wonderful. I just may not have been showing him those journals.” She mumbled that last part.

Nick sat up. “Did you just tell me you’ve been withholding information from your own therapist?”

“I’m not proud of it, and I’m sure he’ll yap my ear off. Oh well…I’ll deal with that later. Let’s catch some more sleep.”

Nick mentally apologized to every bad thing he might have thought of Oscar over the last several months. Nick laid back down. “You owe that man an actual paycheck next visit.”

“If he shows up in the next day I’ll pay him for all the visits I had.”

Nick would’ve challenged that claim, but he didn’t get the chance. Out of nowhere, both twins felt a sense of weightlessness before hitting the ground suddenly. Their comfy living room was gone, and they found themselves in this sparkling, beautiful golden space. They weren’t alone either. Everyone involved in recent events except Eliza was here, the majority of them just as confused.

Summer shook off their sudden landing and got up with Nick. First thing that caught her eye was Winter and Penny on the ground; but it was what, or rather who they were on top of that made Summer gasp. Wrapped in Winter’s arms were Qrow and Sparrow hugging her as she cried. Penny cried louder as she hugged a very dirty Oscar who was trying to calm her down. Summer looked at her brother.

“We didn’t shake or anything.” She said defensively.

Nick didn’t even entertain the response as he saw Valerie and Veronica several feet away with the same confession he had. They all quickly noticed one another and grouped up. Summer and Veronica only shared a glance for a second before Vee turned away. That didn’t stop Summer from speaking to her when she noticed the girl’s cat ears were pinned down into her hair.

“Uhhh what’s with the new look?”

“Huh? Oh, there uhh plugged up for the time being to recover. That fight got really loud…”

“Oh…” Summer rubbed the back of her neck. “That’s rough.”

“I’ll recover.” Veronica took another look at Summer to see her in casual clothes. “Out of the hospital? Good for you.”

“Th-Thanks…?”

Nick and Valerie watched the awkwardness before them and chose to direct the group's attention to something a tad more interesting and terrifying; they pointed towards everyone’s parents and Ruby gathered in front of a mass of light and darkness that gradually formed into The Brothers Grimm. The group of teenagers slowly stepped forward when they saw Whitley walk by and waved them along like this was normal!

“Uncle…?” Nick said worryingly. “Did we all actually die without knowing?”

“I hope not. I was literally in the middle of signing adoption papers.”

Summer went wide eyed. “We’re getting a cousin? Damnit, this five month gap sucks!”

“Imagine how I felt waking up in the winter nightmare land.” Nick said.

Whitley let the kids stay behind him as he reached the group. “We’re not dead by the way. This has happened to me at least once before; the day the world brought the gods back. It was over the top then, and it’s over the top now.”

The kids honestly couldn’t fathom how nonchalant Whitley and everyone seemed to be! Their parents must’ve sensed their unease because they all reached a hand backwards, calling them even closer. The children listened and had their hands held as their parents remained in front of them and looked up at the huge entities.

“It’s been quite some time.” The God of Light said calmly.

Yang puffed at her chest and squinted. “Sup. So can you two like…stop being giant for no reason? You’re frightening children.”

The goods looked at the kids with their nonexistent faces to see them clearly disturbed. “Apologies.” They said as they shrunk to the size of a normal adult. “We thought not appearing as dragons would be enough.” Said the elder brother.

“Dragon-sized humans aren’t any less alarming.” Nora said bluntly.

Ruby stepped forward. “Is there a reason you called all of us?”

“Actually…” the younger brother looked towards Oscar. “He’s the one who demanded this get together.”

“And for good reason!” Oscar shouted, getting up with Penny and walking closer. Qrow and Sparrow did the same with Winter, receiving hugs from the rest of their family. “Hey everyone.” Oscar said tiredly.

“WHeRe HavE YoU bEeN!!!!” They all yelled at them.

Winter shook Qrow. “Do you understand the chaos we’ve been through!?”

“You? Look at us!” He gestured to the rugged trio he found himself a part of. “We look like pirates.”

“Hold the phone everyone.” Nick said, looking at Oscar. “You wanted us all here, right? I take it because you know we are involved in Shiva related business?”

“That would sum that up, yes.”

“Ah, so you wouldn’t know. Eliza Marigold needs to be here. Can you make that happen?”

Weiss looked at him. “Are you sure about-”

“Believe me, she will be pissed regardless if she joins or gets left out, and I don’t wanna explain anything twice.”

Oscar looked at the gods and shrugged. The brothers clapped once and Eliza came falling into the space, hitting the floor face down. Nick ran over to help the girl get her bearings.

“Rise and shine. You’re alright.”

“Nick?” She groaned. “The hell!? I just spent months with you. Can’t I enjoy our time away from school in peace for a single-” Eliza noticed the two ethereal beings behind him. As well as the terrifying void. “…”

“Yeah, let it sink in.” Nick helped her up and took her hand that she so gladly gripped for safety as he took her into the group. “Please continue.”

Sparrow looked at all his friends. “Okay so, just so we have a baseline, did we miss the tournament?”

Winter blinked. She looked at everyone then back at her son. “Yes, by five months!”

Oscar rigidly turned his head to the gods like a horror movie monster. “Five months? You had us gone…for five months!?”

“An honest mistake, rest assured.”

“That doesn’t make it better!” He yelled.

“Can someone explain please?” Ren piped up. “It sounds like you weren’t aware at all how long it’s been.”

“That’s because we weren’t.” Qrow grumbled. “After about a couple weeks or so of fighting every sea creature known to man, we finally made it to a mysterious island. It did cost us our ship.”

“My ship.” Sparrows emphasized greatly. “It sailed beautifully and got us to our destination. Little did we know however the magic island we hunted down doesn’t play by the rules thanks to divine intervention! We noticed things were off after what was apparently a long conversation with deities ended with them kindly sending us to the closest mainland.”

He pulled out his scroll to show them how his time and date was significantly off by theirs. “It was only after looking on a news station and talking to people did we start freaking out. That’s when Oscar over here lost his temper and cursed more than any sailor I ever heard, shouting at the gods and bringing us to where we are now.”

Oscar let out the longest sigh. Thankfully his irritation was evened out by Penny holding on to him, as he clung to her as well. “God of Darkness, care to explain this screw up?”

“Watching humanity day by day is dreadfully dull. Meaningful changes often take considerable time for you all. Also, my brother and I have found it unwise for humans to seek us out so recklessly like they once did. Choosing to remain in a space where time is fragile and hard to reach makes it so people think twice when looking for us.”

“And you neglected this information because…?”

“In truth, we had made this defense so long and you actually are our first visitor since our return. Embarrassing as it is, coupled with your intriguing questions, it did cross my mind to keep track of the world outside. We would’ve simply made time normal.”

“Question.” Eliza squeaked. “So umm, what is time doing right now if we’re here?”

“Don’t fret. You all will return to where you were as if no time passed. This we will make certain of.”

Penny grabbed Oscar’s face. “Where are you?”

“Menagerie.”

Blake perked up. She didn’t expect her home to be the closest to gods. It was kinda validating, yet concerning. “I can arrange an airship to pick you up, then we’ll go home on it. We’ve been away long enough.”

“Away?” Oscar raised a brow. “You’ve been in Atlas this whole time? I had you all called here not only to get my bearings, but I thought it would be the quickest way to tell you what I learned about Shiva.” Oscar waited for gasps and faces of awe, but all he got was sympathetic gazes. “What?��

Sheepish laughter came from Penny. “Honey, I highly suggest you sit down. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

xxxxxx

They told the trio everything, regaling them with a story of great fear and desperation that even the gods listened to carefully. The group took turns explaining, adding more knowledge while staying focused on facts and events. The intermingling squabbles that took place were left out of the narrative. Both Nick and Summer especially learned a great deal of what transpired in their absence. Every time the situation got worse, Oscar, Qrow, and Sparrow couldn’t stop themselves from glancing at the gods.

“And…that’s about it. Now we are here.” Penny wrapped up. “Any questions?”

Oscar once again looked at the gods. “What the heck would you have done if we came back to our lives ruined? Do you understand how fortunate it is that everyone made it through that alive?”

The God of Darkness folded his arms. “You of all people know better than to ask questions about problems that won’t come to pass. Who’s to say how we would’ve corrected this oversight?”

“Well that’s a bullshit answer” Veronica said bluntly. “Here you are acting aloof when we put everything on the line. You even made it difficult to find you. I bet half the problems in Summer’s life wouldn’t exist if you bothered to be more diligent. You’re less like gods and more like neglectful parents!”

The room went quiet as Veronica spoke her mind, clearly upset. On Summer’s behalf no less. Her outburst ended when Yang covered her mouth and Blake made the girl bow alongside herself.

“Pardon our daughter's language.” Blake said. “Although I can’t say I don’t disagree with several of her points.”

The youngest brother chuckled. “So this is your child? Quite amusing this one. It would take more than a person’s insults to shake us. No need to bow.”

Veronica was let go. As she looked up, it was almost as if The God of Darkness was smiling. She didn’t know if she should be grateful or alarmed that he thought she was amusing. Veronica took the words and sat back down to not cause any more potential problems.

“I feel terrible.” Summer said as she looked at the state Oscar and her family were in from their voyage. “You went so far on my behalf and in the end we solved things from home.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Oscar smiled. “Granted, you learned a lot we didn’t even consider. However, while you have an answer to Shiva, you don’t have an answer to Diamond Dust. We on the other hand…”

“We cracked that mystery wide open!” Sparrow said proudly.

Summer thought for a moment. “I’m not quite sure I understand. We’re missing more?”

Oscar nodded. “The biggest piece. Something none of us considered because we had to reason to do so.” He pulled out a crystal of regular fire dust. “Understanding Diamond Dust origin means knowing the origin of the normal dust we are used to. Anyone remember when it showed up?”

Ruby recalled the time Jinn told the origins of Remnant. “Dust has always been here after humanity returned if I remember correctly. Same with the Faunus.”

“You’re correct, but we never really thought much more about it. Dust didn’t simply show up because of evolution. It’s a mineral found in the ground found only after humanity became extinct; when magic became extinct.”

Right then, it clicked for the grown ups who had witnessed the story told long ago, and then it slowly dawned on everyone else one by one as they tuned to The God of Darkness.

“No, no, that's insane.” Weiss uttered. “It’s what’s left of the people you wiped out; the magic they possessed!”

“Dust is magic corpses!?” Yang said in disbelief.

The God of Light nodded. “Not exactly how I would describe it, but in short, yes. With humanity scattered across the land, over time it grew and shaped like all minerals do. Truly, the name Dust couldn’t be more perfect.”

While most were left stunned into silence, Penny found this life changing. “Fascinating. People rarely ever think about the origin differently from any other natural resource even after learning about the gods because Dust has always been a constant. That begs the question why is Atlas so rich in Dust. Is it a land where many magical people gather, or does the cold climate somehow preserve the remains better than other areas?” Penny rambled, her excitement clear as day.

Veronica watched Penny pace around. “Never took you for a history buff.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but science and history go hand in hand. Understanding the past always leads to future progress. Umm, Mr. God of Light sir? How does this tie back into Diamond Dust? It’s relatively new and incredibly rare, only being discovered by Weiss Schnee about a decade ago near a lake.”

Summer stood up. “I get it now.” She said slowly, pulling up her sleeves and displaying a few scars. It was hard to describe, but her body felt a sort of rush as she stood before the gods. “If Dust is essentially dead magic, then the return of magic in Remnant would potentially reinvigorate it. What we call Diamond Dust is actually Ice Dust that has regained magic.”

“You must be Summer?” The elder brother asked. He walked closer to get a better look at the peculiar girl. “Oscar had told us a great deal about you.”

“Was my answer correct?”

“It’s what we’ve come to understand at the very least. Since our return, we’ve observed like many others of humanity that this world’s entire environment has become more aggressive ever since gradually magic returned. Nature always tries to find a balance with itself. Oscar now believes these various changes in weather locations may be signs of more rejuvenated Dust. It doesn’t appear to be all sources, but even feathers can tip a scale the more they pile on.” He continued to walk around her.

“Recently I’ve been having to start coming to terms with a lot of feelings; thoughts that were in my head. I’m positive many of them are my own, however…”

“Not everything fits into place?” He finished. “An understandable and perceptive feeling.”

“The origin of Dust is people from the old world, so by the logic, I didn’t merely get a foreign substance into me. I had the essence, residual, pieces, or whatever you want to call it, of someone inside of me. I had Shiva.”

Everyone paused for a moment again. Eliza broke apart that logic mentally before speaking. “That…can’t be entirely correct. Let’s say that turns out Dust is more organic than mineral like we always thought. There’s no way a consciousness could be dormant for ages. Magical or otherwise.”

“You.” Said That God of Darkness. “You’ve been touched by magic. What is your name?”

“E-Eliza Marigold.” She said rigidly

“It would appear humanity is slowly yet surely becoming whole once again. You would know better than your peers how magic is both a part of you yet so much more as well. It lingers and maintains, ever connected to the world. While I agree one’s mind wouldn’t persist in its entirety; do you truly believe a part of your very being isn’t intrinsically woven into your power?”

“I…hmm.” Eliza made several orbs of varying elements spin her hands for all to see. She could not deny that magic did feel more than her strength, yet very much a part of who she was. “You may have a point. Whatever remained may have filled in the gaps somehow?”

“Shiva never was aware of everything for various reasons.” Penny said. “More often than not she had just as many questions as we did.”

Summer nodded. “Even after I recognized she did things based on my internal thoughts and feelings, there were times she moved in ways I never thought or made me gravitate towards certain things I never had.”

Nora let out a groan. “Soooo if Oscar is a man with two souls, what does that make you? 1.1?”

“Let’s not try and put a number behind it.” Winter suggested. “Summer, how are you feeling about all of this?”

“Well… I really wish I can say the more violent experiences in my life weren’t on me, but then I’d be lying to myself.

“I don’t think you should be taking full accountability either.” Weiss vocalized. “What matters is how we go from here. This is a situation nobody could’ve prepared for or tackled easily.”

The God of Darkness looked at the puzzlement written on the young girl’s face. “You seem like a very gentle and earnest child. Whatever has transpired up until now, do not let it undo you.”

“Tell me, do you know who Shiva was by any chance. I know that would’ve been a long time ago and I kinda get the feeling you both are very…hands off when it comes to humanity.”

Oscar grumbled. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“It’s true I don’t claim to be as invested as my brother when it comes to the many lives of humans. However, I can’t help but remember all the individuals who seeked me out. For better or for worse.”

“Do you did know her?” Summer said with hope.

“I remember a person who somewhat fits the description. A person you all would call a pirate. Her true name escapes me, but ‘Shiva’ was the moniker bestowed upon this woman.”

“A pirate!?” That took Summer by surprise, yet given her choice in weaponry…it really shouldn’t have.

Nick was more upset about the following information. “Shiva isn’t even her real name!?”

“Assuming we’re talking about the same person, yes. I have no reason to believe I’m wrong. The woman I speak of was known for ice magic, traveling frigid waters with her crew to places no sane person would attempt. Glaciers themselves were said to move out of her way and come to her aid against many foes. I once met her when she stumbled into my abode. I found her amusing. Far more polite and timid than most, yet clearly capable.”

Summer said what everyone was thinking. “Timid? I wouldn’t call her that at all. She was the most intense person I ever met! I wouldn’t be surprised if people said her name in fear!”

“She never gave me problems. A keen individual she was. I met her a handful of times as she was crazy enough to use my land as a resting point when fleeing from whatever troubled her. At the very least, Shiva was wise enough to not steal from me. In the end, I suppose I was her ultimate demise. How she spent her life leading up to it and where she was as it happened, I wouldn’t know. If I were to guess it would be on the water like she always was. That is all I could tell you about the woman known as Shiva.”

It was more than Summer expected. All of this was more than what Summer had ever hoped to learn. It was far from perfect, and yet liberating all the same. There was only one more question that plagued her curiosity. She thought again of Shiva’s final words.

“You wouldn’t know by any chance if Shiva perhaps had a brother or anything of the sort, would you?”

“I do not.”

“Damn…” Summer was sure she was onto something! “Thank you for your knowledge.”

The God of Darkness could tell the subtle look of disappointment on the girl’s face. “I may not know her blood ties, but I knew her enough to see she valued her crew above all. All her tales never failed to include her first mate. Judging by her behavior, I’m sure they had to be quite the individual to keep a person like her alive long enough for a legend to spread. I get the feeling however, you would know more about them than I do at this point.” He tilted his head down.

Summer turned around to see Nick looking around as if he was sizing up the area. Their eyes met and he cocked his head to the side, waiting for her to speak. Summer smiled at him then faced the younger brother to bow. “I have a feeling you’re right about that. Once again, I appreciate your knowledge, God of Darkness.”

“Hmph, a curious child indeed.” He walked away. “Think nothing of it.”

Sparrow leaned over to Ruby and whispered, “It’s scary how calm he is, right?”

“Your cousin is very good at meeting dangerous people.” Ruby responded even quieter.

On the opposite end of that spectrum, there was Nora and Whitley. “If that’s everything then can you send us all back?” Those two were going to give everyone a heartache.

“One final thing.” The God of Light stepped in front of Summer, towering over her. “Summer?”

“Y-Yes?” She took half a step back as if it made a difference.

“Between the story, Oscar, and your friend’s earlier words…” he gestured at Veronica. “I would like to extend a form of apology for perhaps not being as vigilant. Last thing I would want is the very group of heroes that summoned us long ago to now think they were better off not doing so.”

Ruby shrugged. “To be fair, we mainly wanted you to remove Salem and were willing to do something crazy if you tried anything else. Not to be rude, but the two of you choosing not to meddle is probably for the best on a global scale.”

“Well said, Ruby Rose. Still, at this moment I am more than happy to restore your form, healing your body and cleansing it from the acci-”

“No thanks.” Summer said casually. Everyone turned to her with a mix of shock and befuddlement. Summer looked at her scars one more time before pulling down her sleeves. “I appreciate the offer. Truly, I do. It’s just that I’ve fought forever to be the master of my own body; to feel…like myself in it. It took awhile but I’m finally starting to feel that way. Even if it’s only a little bit right now. Erasing my scars wouldn’t change anything. It would just be finding a new way to lie to myself, so I’ll keep the reminders. They’re the story of my life.”

The God of Light nodded, pleased with her answer. “I see.”

Summer whipped herself around and pointed at Nick. “You however, should totally get your scar removed this instant!”

“What!? Why!? It’s just the one.”

“Because it’s depressing as hell to see it! I don’t need the physical reminder that I stabbed you!”

“So? Get over it.” Nick said. He didn’t even blink.

“Get over- do you even hear yourself!?”

“I’ve made a promise to show you more tough love, plus to do more things for myself.” He smiled at the god. “I’m fine. Thank you for your time.”

“Understood. I shall return you all to where you were then. It’s been a pleasure I must say. Ozma, don’t be a stranger.” He held his hands up with his brother.

Oscar clicked his tongue. “He said don’t be so difficult next time.”

“Let’s hope next time won’t be for a long time.”

The brothers clapped once and everyone vanished just as Summer was about to yell at Nick. Once again, there were two brothers and all the time in the world.

“Never a dull moment with that group.” The God of Light sighed.

“Was it wise to let the girl stay as she was? It isn’t exactly normal.”

“You didn’t speak up. I assumed you didn’t mind.”

“I never mind a little abnormality. That’s your flaw.”

“I also respect their wishes. It’s no more peculiar than magic returning to the people. We shall not meddle where we don’t have to. Now then, let’s be on our way.”

xxxxx

Nick and Summer jolted up from the couch as if they woke up from a violent dream. They both stared at each other quietly until Jaune and Weiss came running into the living room with the same frazzled look on their faces. They all pulled out their scrolls and breathed a sigh of relief as they were exactly where and when they wanted to be.

“Okay…” Weiss said desperately, “Today is over for us. Nothing else crazy planned?”

“We’re hoping!” Her family said in unison.

Their scrolls flooded with texts from everyone texting they too were fine. Also, Penny texted them all that she was already flying to Menagerie. Seconds later, they all heard the distant noise of the sound barrier being broken.

Jaune thought of poor, human Oscar. “I really hope she doesn’t hug-tackle him.”

Summer let her head hit the couch cushions again but was quickly assaulted by a pillow. She sat back up and stared at Nick. “Whaaaat!?” She said, armed with her own pillow.

“The God of Light called Veronica your friend. She’s also apparently leaving tomor-” he caught her pillow.

“I get it! Tomorrow, bright and early.” Summer tried acting pouty about the entire thing but she could tell her brother wasn’t buying it. He kept smiling at her as he handed back the tossed pillow. She snatched it back. “The hell happened in your headspace. So aggressive now.”

“I’m not the only one. You hate it?”

“No.” Summer stuck her tongue at him and then dramatically laid back down. “Hey…”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you, and stuff…” she grumbled.

He plopped down onto his pillow. “I love you too and also stuff.”

“I swear, how are you the oldest?”

“Hahaha.”

xxxxxxxx

In the city, Valerie and Veronica walked together down the street like they were doing before divine intervention stole them.

“You sure you don’t want to call them?” Valerie asked as she sipped on coffee. “They’re out of the hospital.”

“I’m positive. I have to go back eventually and clean out my belongings anyways.”

“So are we pretending you weren’t planning to pack up quietly and avoid awkward conversations?”

Veronica grabbed the coffee and took a sip as pay back. “You can’t call me out like that.” She handed the coffee back. “Let me take things at my own pace. I’ll see Summer when I see her.”

Veronica felt her Scroll vibrate and pulled it out. It was a text from Summer with a location attachment.

“Your flight is at noon. Meet me before you go.” Is what the message said.

Veronica tucked in her lips in disbelief while Valerie tried not to laugh. If her cat ears weren’t already folded, they would right now. “Don’t laugh too hard. You have to talk to Nick properly.”

“I live here. There’s no rush. We can take our sweet ass time.” Her scroll vibrated. Valerie’s body went stiff and she refused to reach for it. “Wanna chill at my place.”

“Sure, after you read that text.” Veronica smirked.

“I’m sure it’s not that important.”

“Bitch, if you don’t-”

“Fiiiiiiiiine!” Valerie pulled at her scroll and speed read it before putting it away. “….He wants to see me tomorrow at ten.”

“Faaaantastic.” Veronica took the coffee again and started walking. “Ya know I don’t think I’ve ever actually been to your house.”

“Ya know you could’ve bought your own coffee! Hey, don’t drink it all!”

xxxxxx

Tomorrow came faster than either of them would’ve liked. Valerie didn’t even know why she was nervous. The hard part was over! She was more surprised she didn’t get a text from both twins. Then again…Summer was the type to not make more work for herself whenever possible. Val knew if she was in Summer’s shoes, she’d get away with only one emotionally exhausting question too. The girl let out a sigh, stepping into Amity Arena. Leave it to Nick to make it dramatic.

Valerie made it through the passageway and expected to see Nick sitting in one of the seats or maybe even standing in the ring. However, Valerie saw nobody. Perhaps she arrived before him.

She cuffed her hands around her mouth. “Hellooo?” Nick?” No answer. A spotlight did however flash loudly on and off in the center of the ring, so she clearly wasn’t alone. Valerie took the light as a sign of where to be.

She ran over to the edge of the spectator railing. Platforms from the area floated up towards her make a bridge. “Nick, where do you find the energy to do this so early in the day?” Val said aloud to wherever he was. Had to be the press box. The first platform she stepped on immediately began to elevate, moving her back to the battlefield. However, instead of reconnecting, all the platforms went into King Of The Hill formation with hers being the highest.

“Pssst.” Called a voice over the speakers.

Valerie looked towards the press box and was surprised to find two people instead of one. Nick was outside of it right on the roof, but inside controlling everything was none other than Eliza.

Valerie wasn’t expecting her at all. “How the heck did he talk you into this?”

The young vice president yawned, still waking up. “He said he needed a single unbiased witness. Also I was always kinda roped into this.”

“A witness?” Valerie looked at Nick and cocked her head to the side. She noticed two duffel bags. “Nick?”

“Your mom told me you wanted to take a break from sports? That’s all fine and dandy but if you ask me… you’ve had an entire season of that. Not to mention school is out for the foreseeable future until repairs are done.” He grabbed one of the bags and flung at her.

Valerie caught the hefty thing, knowing instantly it was filled with her belongings. It felt a bit heavier than usual though. A quick look inside showed both her axes resting right on top. Valerie looked up and saw Nick pulling out his sword.

He gave it a twirl. “It’s come to my attention as of late that I can be a bit petty and hold a grudge.”

Eliza leaned into the microphone. “That’s only news to you.”

Valerie nodded. “She’s not wrong. Still, all this caught me off guard. So then, you weren’t looking for an answer or discussion today?”

“Do you have one?” He sat down. “I was gonna ask later if you needed more time, but I guess I’ll ask now. Valerie Valkyrie, after everything that’s happened, what are we? Or rather… what do you want us to be?”

Eliza had enough self restraint to not turn back on the spotlight but showed clear interest in the conversation by scooting her chair forward.

“Oh boy…” Valerie blushed and scratched the back of her head. She took a breath. Despite the grand stage, there was nothing to be anxious about. This was the smallest audience she could ask for. “That’s a good and serious question, but I do have one. Nick, I mean it with all the sincerity in the world when I tell you I pray that we get to face our lives back to back together. You’re my closest friend and I…I do like you, a lot actually. However, what I did to you here and looking back on why I treated Summer the way I did, I’ve realized I’m not even my own biggest fan. I want to be a better person and that mainly has to do with being okay with myself; not getting hung up on things like how people might see me. Until I can manage that, a relationship with anyone feels disastrous and unfair. I hope you understand.”

Eliza now wished she had turned on the spotlight. Valerie was not kidding when she said she had an answer. Eliza turned on a camera to see Nick’s face. She couldn’t help but chuckle. As expected, Nick was looking at Valerie with kind eyes and a gentle expression.

He stood up and put his fists on his hips as he smiled. “At last, pure honesty. To be fair, maybe I didn’t always pick the right moment at times, but more than anything I never expected anything more from you than giving things to me straight. I can’t read minds, ya know?”

“Yeah, I…haven’t been doing great in that department. Might have fired my fair share of annoying signals.” Valerie sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Whoever you want to be, take your time. I’m not saying I’m waiting, or even expecting you to look at me more than how you do now. I’m saying that person you strive to become is no more important than you are to me now. I want to stand back to back with you too.”

“Hehe~” she really didn’t know what to say other than, “thank you.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet. Back to back is fine, but right now we need to meet face to face. No crowds, broadcast, or announcers. Just you, myself, and our wonderful spectator holding the only thing I didn’t put in your bag.”

Eliza reached in her pockets and pulled out two medals. Nick’s silver, and Valerie’s gold. “Be grateful this means way more to Nick than it does for me, or I’d be throwing my bronze into the mix.” Eliza stood up. “Attention nonexistent ladies and gentlemen! Today, two medals are going to definitively find their owners as question months in the making finds an answer! Who stands on top of the hill!? Nicholas Schnee, or Valerie Valkyrie!? Are our fighters combat ready!!!?”

Val took out her two axes, forming her battle ax and tossed the bag to the lower platform. “Born ready!”

Nick did a running jump off the roof and bounced off a glyph down to his longest rival. “Count us down Eliza!”

“THREE..TWO..ONE…HAVE AT IT!”

Feet moved in sync, closing distance and allowing steel to create sparks as two weapons met again in battle like they always did; may they continue to do so for many years ahead.

xxxxxxx

While some were busy battling, others trekked through snow. Veronica couldn’t believe this was her last day of layering up in Atlas’s weather. In some ways, she was going to miss it. Despite how terrible the entire situation had been, the girl found value in every stitch of her creations. She even saw a few citizens still wearing her work on the way down to Mantle with only her book bag in tow. It gave her a little bit of peace before she entered the forest. Summer had been clear on where to meet; not that it wasn’t a dead giveaway the moment Veronica learned it was in this place. Good thing packing didn’t take long.

As Veronica wandered deeper in, several plumes of smoke were discovered along the trail. The more the better. If negativity was the bait for grimm, then Veronica was the sweetest of honey. Her mood had been better lately, but it was far from what she would call pleasant. She might’ve forgotten about grimm entirely if Shiva hadn’t used summons throughout her reign. The forest trek continued to be relatively calm all the way into the clearing. The arrival of spring brought scattered patches of green glass sticking out from melting snow, and warm rays of sunlight that glimmered off the surface of the lake. For the first time ever, Veronica saw water instead of ice. Summer sat by the shore line with her blade stabbed into the ground on her left. Veronica came up to her slowly, standing on the girl’s right. Both of them looked out at the water and watched the subtle waves.

“I thought this place haunted you?” Veronica said calmly.

“Scarier things have happened. Here almost feels…normal. Is that weird?”

“Pfft, no weirder than anything else in our life.”

“True enough.” Summer finally looked at Veronica. “Aren’t you gonna sit?”

“I…sure.” There wasn’t a good excuse not to. Veronica sat down with right leg extended and her left one bent to rest her arm. “Why here of all places?”

“Well it’s quiet and out of the way. Felt appropriate too, given we’ve been here once before together. Back then you said some pretty encouraging words; just like you did a couple days ago.”

“Ah, so you did hear that after all?”

“Most of it. Someone was always yelling at one point or another. I also heard you say you wanted to tell me things in person? Well…here we are.”

“Here we are.” Veronica said tiredly. She wasn’t even drained of energy, but the mood felt so heavy. How could anyone relax? “So, did your brother tell you anything about me?”

Summer tucked her lips in. Anyone can say what they want about Veronica, but oblivious wasn’t one of them. Summer gave a slow nod.

“Heh…I figured as much. Him and Valerie are cut from the same cloth in that regard. Although I can’t really blame them in this instance. What exactly did he tell you?”

“That you…tried to kill yourself before, and that there’s probably a lot more about each other we don’t know.”

“Can’t argue with that. Full disclosure, I have also read-”

“I know.” Summer frowned. “Everyone has. The situation pretty much called for it, but I don’t know. Can’t figure out how I feel about it. Relieved? Compromised?”

“Maybe this might help?” Veronica reached inside her bag and watched Summer’s eyes grow wide as she pulled out the journal left behind in school. “I found your stuff when I went into the building. Don’t worry. This one is still unread.”

Summer took her missing book and gently put it on her lap. “Thank you. I really mean that.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s the very least I could do for you I guess.”

Summer wasn’t used to seeing this lower energy and passive Veronica. She was barely making eye contact. “Veronica, if you don’t mind, can you tell me a bit more about your life? Nick also mentioned bullying but what-”

“I got muzzled once…” her voice cracked.

Summer felt her heart stop hearing that. It was as if the waves themselves had stopped as Veronica tried to lightly chuckle that off before immediately shrugging, focusing on the lake again.

“Hehe..not even my parents know about that one. I was like eight I think? A bunch of kids had invited me to play and I was stupidly happy about it. I mean it was usually adults who said shitty things and it wasn’t like every student could like picking on me right? It was after school near the jungle district. They wanted to play hide and seek and I was it. I didn’t want to cheat so I did what they said; my eyes were shut and I used my hands to cover my ears as tightly as possible while I counted loudly.”

“They snuck up on you…”

Veronica nodded, bending her second leg and hugging her knees. “I don’t think I even made it halfway to twenty before I was dogpiled. Next thing I know, I’m in the dirt with a stupid muzzle on my face as everyone ran away laughing. ‘Hide from the beast!’ They kept screaming. I never gave chase though, because they all went back into town. Must’ve spent an entire hour crying and clawing at the damn thing before it finally broke. That’s the day it sunk in that I’m like most people. After that, kids only got more creative and less discreet as time went by. Friends…aren’t a thing I really had growing up.”

Veronica looked at Summer to see her attentively listening, her gaze soft yet firm. “I’m not telling you all of this as an excuse, or anything ridiculous like that. I just…I don’t know. I’m jealous.” Veronica hung her head down. “I’ve always been jealous of you. People love you, listen to your every word. Summer you give your talent to the world and thank you. Before I realized it, my jealousy grew into resentment the more we met.”

“Our parents always talk about how we used to get along. I don’t remember that at all but many things were hazy back then. My earliest memories have us fighting. Pretty sure I started it too.”

“Hell if I know. Not like I was keeping track. Watching you act like you couldn’t do something irritated me, and any time you challenged or stood up to me felt no different than everyone else, so I never backed down. Then…I kept fighting. I never stopped or waited for a different outcome.”

“Because you hated me?”

“Because I was scared, Summer.” Veronica confessed. “I was scared that the moment I let myself relax, the moment I decided to shut my eyes again and be led, I was gonna end up on the ground again. Fake tryouts, ruined outfits, excuses; somehow, I always ended up back on the ground and voiceless.” Her nails pressed against her skin. “How dumb of me to not realize I did shut my eyes. I’ve never looked at you. I only stared at the things I wish I had and threw you in the dirt instead. I bullied you. I never meant to put you in the same pit I found myself struggling to get out of, but that’s what happened. I know this erases nothing but…”

Veronica finally faced Summer properly. “ I am so sorry.”

Remorse. That was the only word that could describe what Summer saw in Veronica’s eyes. So this is what Nick saw that made him intervene. Never in Summer’s life did she think a moment like this was possible. It was as Veronica said, they didn’t really see each other. The outspoken and standoffish girl Summer had known wasn’t in front of her.

“How have we yelled at each other for so long and said absolutely nothing?” Summer fell backwards onto the snow. I wish those people would’ve been kinder to you, honest. I also have my fair share of moments where I wanted to be more like you. It’s annoying to admit but there were genuine times you pushed me to try harder when I wanted to and it made me upset yet relieved at the same time. I can’t short change you Veronica. Several achievements I owe to you. However, I can’t count how many times you’ve made me cry. Your apology means everything, but I don’t think I can forgive you.”

It made sense. Veronica had never hoped for another outcome and yet, it was as if her body was set ablaze hearing the words aloud. “O…Of course.” She kept herself together. “I understand.”

“At least…not yet.” Summer sat back up and looked at Veronica head on. “Two conditions.”

“W-What?”

“You made me follow two conditions when it came to designing my outfit. I think it’s only right you hear me out this time around. Will you?”

Time for a taste of her own medicine. Whatever, Veronica knew she deserved it for acting the way she did. “Name them.”

“Request number one, go to therapy.” Summer watched Veronica’s eyes grow big, caught off guard for sure. “You weren’t expecting me to haze you or anything like that, were you?”

“I…I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest. It wasn’t that.”

“Well it’s here. Veronica, seek real help. Believe me, we both need it and I truly think we both deserve it. If not for ourselves then for the people who care about us and think we’re worth it. Oscar does online appointments, or look for anyone that works for you.

Veronica deflated and gave a nod. “You’re right. I’ll go see one.”

“Good. I wasn’t gonna budge on that one. The second one is a little less important.”

“What is it?” Veronica watched Summer reach out slowly.

“May I pet your ears? I’ve never done it before.”

An odd and sudden request. One that Veronica didn’t find herself refusing. She lowered her head, waiting nervously before Summer’s small hands grazed the top of cat ears gently.

“Heh, as soft as I thought, Ya know…I always thought your tail and ears were beautiful.”

Veronica stared unblinkingly as Summer continued to be gentle. How could such simple words do so much? The composure and acceptance she clung to washed away with tears that ran down her face. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Summer’s chest. The young knight rubbed the top of Veronica’s head in its entirety. Forgiveness or not, Summer didn’t wish ill on Veronica. Maybe with enough time they could share a laugh together? Until then…

“Let’s do our best.” Summer said for both their sakes.

“Yeah.” Veronica said dryly.

Summer let the girl remain as she was for several more minutes before tapping her shoulder. “Heads up. Someone is coming.”

Veronica sat up quickly and began wiping her face feverishly. Summer reached for the water and flicked some in her face to help. Once Veronica opened her eyes, she noticed the person was Nick coming down the trail. He absentmindedly looked around with his bag around his body before noticing the two girls staring at him. They all held their positions for what felt like an eternity before Nick turned around.

“Don’t leave like nothing happened!” Summer yelled at him.

Nick turned back around. “I’m only here because you said so! Though admittedly I’m a bit early, but you should’ve told me you brought Vee here! I don’t want to interrupt.”

“It’s fine.” Veronica sniffled for the final time. “We actually just finished things up.”

“Yep.” Summer watched Veronica stand up. “You okay to walk back alone?”

“I’ve scraped with the strongest around. I actually feel a little better leaving than when I came in. Besides, I survived a pretty crazy explosion. A short walk is fine.” Vee smiled softly.

“See ya around, Veronica.”

As she began walking, Veronica said one last thing to Summer. “I drew something yesterday and put a copy in the back of the journal. Next time maybe I can bring the real deal.”

Summer grabbed her journal and flipped all the way to the final page. In it was a rough yet intriguing dress design where the sleeves and hem were shaded brilliant shades of various warm collars; while its body was colored in with whites and shades of light blue. It wasn’t finished but Summer could tell the colors bleed into each other’s respective territories with the smallest bit of warmth being right in the middle. Measurements were written beside the design that Summer recognized to be hers. At the very bottom of the page, a simple yet honest name was given to this idea. Fire and Ice.

Veronica walked up to Nick to say her final goodbye. She did her best to shake off the wellspring of emotions that came from her and gave the boy a playful grin. “So, still single I presume?”

Nick teasingly rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t know? You helped her practice her answer, didn’t you?”

“We talked about a lot of things yesterday. So many in fact, I can’t remember them all correctly.” Veronica giggled, “seriously though, you good?”

“Better than I used to be! Guess you’re leaving now, right? Call me when you get home safely.”

“Heh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d miss me already.” She tried to tease him, but Nick smirked at her as if what she said wasn’t far off the mark. Now she was the one getting flustered. “Can I uhhh, get a goodbye hug?”

“Hehe, I wasn’t letting you go without one.”

He put his arms around her and hugged her as tightly as she hugged him. Veronica still wasn’t used to this new height difference, but she didn’t hate it at all. She allowed herself to fully embrace him, relaxing herself.

“I’m going to miss you a lot. Thanks for showing me around Atlas and being you.”

“I should be thanking you. Maybe next time I can show you Atlas and things won’t go crazy.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Veronica leaned back but kept Nick in her arms. She mentally kept flipping a coin to decide if she was going to commit to acting on her feelings. It was only when the boy cocked his head a little at her pensive expression did she toss the coin away in its entirety. Veronica leaned in and gave Nick a quick kiss on the lips. She didn’t even give him time to react before she phased through him and went on her way hastily.

Nick took a second to process that before turning around. He was going to yell goodbye a final time, then remembered her ears were healing. Instead he let the girl silently make her escape, turning back around to see his sister staring at him with her jaw dropped. Nick walked over to his sister as he chuckled. He took Veronica’s seat and reached for Summer’s chin, closing her mouth.

“Your face will get stuck like that if you’re careful.”

“Umm, excuse me!?” Summer finally blinked again. “Why am I the only person here making this face!? She kissed you!”

“Oh right, I forgot stuff. So that’s not the first time that’s happened. It’s actually number three.”

“…So you’ve been kissing people while I’ve been making eternal winter?”

“N- well…no. No!” He huffed, defending himself. “The first one wasn’t even during the crisis. Never got the chance to tell you this and I doubt it crossed your mind but I was actually already on my way to the school to find you, because I wanted to tell you Veronica kissed me.”

Summer squinted as she thought for a moment. He did show up rather quickly to the boiler room for him to be at home. “Wait, this was after the incident with Val! What, were you trying to scrub one experience with another?”

“Not a fan of your judgment right now. Anyways, I was really frazzled and wanted to tell you because it felt like a big deal. Until…ya know, more important things happen that day.” Nick let out a sigh thinking about it. “Man, that was a long day.”

“Way to put it mildly. Still can’t believe you kept the scar.”

He flicked snow at her. “Hush. You won’t even see it unless we’re at the beach or something. It’s fine.” Nick propped his arm up on his crossed legs and let his head rest in his right hand. “So, how the chat go?”

Summer mimicked his lazy posture. “That’s between me and Veronica.”

“Wow, I see how it is. If all my persistence leads to me not knowing then I guess that’s the price I pay to make it happen in the first place. Such is my great burden~” He pretended to be offended.

“Oh quit being dramatic. How do you even get this much energy, especially after today?” Summer glanced at the blue band around his neck that tucked into his shirt. “Who won?”

“That’s between me, Valerie, and Eliza.” He smiled watching Summer give him a “why are you like this” expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll wrestle it off you later. We can make an entire match out of it and I’ll get it if I win.”

“I’d be scared if I wasn’t so good at fighting you specifically. Although, if I think about it, it could go either way. Wouldn’t be easy for me; that’s for sure. Mort Froide already needs repair.”

“Same.” Summer grabbed her blade to show off all the scratches and damage from the elements. “Mom really put Shiva through her paces.” She glanced at her brother through the corner of her eye to see him do a double take. “Yes, I finally named it and yes, it’s that of all things.”

Nick couldn’t believe this! “I won’t act like I don’t get it, but why!?”

“Easy, it feels wrong to never say the name again. I went into every battle with Shiva. Now I still do in a sense.”

“Well…better Myrtenaster 2.0. Not Penny’s finest moment.”

“It’s better than Mort Froide too.”

“Let’s not get crazy. Why’d you ask me to come out here anyway? We could be having this conversation at least over lunch!”

Summer pointed to a tree close by on her left. On a low hanging branch were two pairs of ice skates. One of them was from Nick’s room, and the other pair were brand new. Nick’s eyes widened before looking at Summer’s grinning face. She sprung up and ran over to grab them. When she got back, she casually took off her shoes to put on the skates.

“I got to thinking…” she trailed off as she struggled a bit. “Agh! We haven’t skated together in a very long time.”

“Summer, you haven’t ice skated at all in a very long time.”

“Mmhmm. I was hoping you can reteach me? Shouldn’t hard, Mr. Gold Medalist.” She finished putting them on and saw her brother look at her hands. They were trembling. “Hehe, I’ll be fine.”

Nick spoke softly and with concern. “Summer, you don’t have to push yourself so-”

“It’s okay.” She took his hand. “I mean yeah I’m a little antsy, but that’s why I want to do this with you.”

“There’s dozens of ice skating rinks.”

“Oh I’m aware, but it has to be here. I think it could be good for both of us.” Summer took a deep breath and tried to hype herself up. “Can we?”

Nick was a little hesitant, mainly because of the location. He took his hand back for a moment and grabbed his skates, putting them on much easier than Summer did. “You’re so lucky I’m in a good mood.”

“Kinda sounds like you’re wearing a gold medal then. Lucky me indeed.”

“Medals have nothing to do with anything! So, you got the dust to freeze this place? I’m fresh out.”

Pure excitement and joy spread all over her face like a child up to no good. Summer brought a single finger over her lips as if to tell him to keep quiet. She took his hand again then they both walked closer to the shore. Summer bent down slowly, letting her left hand graze the water’s surface. She took another deep breath and then flexed her hand, sending out a pulse of cold that flash freezed the lake.

Nick was left speechless as his sister stood back up all giddy. Once again, she put her finger over her lips then grabbed his other hand as she stepped onto the rink. Nick snapped back to reality the moment her knees buckled.

“Careful!”

“Wooah! Hehe, oops. Was it always this tricky?” She squeezed him tighter. “Don’t let go yet!”

“I’m not going to let you go! Can we discuss what you just did!?”

“Why so surprised? It’s nothing I haven’t been doing. It’s like what Penny said. Welcome to the new normal; now are you gonna ask me twenty questions or show me a pro at work?”

Will wonders never cease? Nick watched Summer try to keep a straight face while shaking like a baby deer finding its footing. He couldn’t do anything but concede, focusing on keeping her upright while she did a bad job suppressing giggles. No doubt from him stressing out to make sure she didn’t make them both fall. Nick pouted for a moment before flashing a smirk. He put a glyph below them that stabilized only himself.

“Ah! Cheater!”

“I think we share enough scars and bruises, thanks.”

“Heh, oh now you think so-woah!” Summer held on for dear life.

“Focus!”

“S-Sorry!”

They both went silent to concentrate. It didn’t take long before they started snickering, which turned to full on laughter between them as they skated on the ice. Before the twins knew it, neither of them could think of a reason why this was scary at all.

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whyareyouhere66 · 2 years

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“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year…”

“Wish you were here..”

-Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here” 1975

Two-Bit Matthews

It was real dark outside tonight.

I couldn’t see much more than silhouettes- just trees, leaves, and the same patterns of houses. And the moon, of course, but I think pointing out some space rock might be too cliche.

I don’t know what I was doing here, sitting like a cat on this dusty old window sill. Mom’s doing something’ or other downstairs, other than her I was alone. Not too much of a fan of that.

Being alone gives me too much time to think. Guess you could say that’s where the drinking came from- at least then the thinking isn’t comprehendible.

I take another swing from the bottle, my leg shifting against the side of the house. 2 figures walk in front of my house, passing down the sidewalk.

“Well, heeyyya Macy-!” I croak, her head whips towards me in a real funny way. Her friend just waves me off dismissively, and a real weird laugh comes from my throat. It booms in my ears, ringing through my skill, and the girls are gone before I can finish taking another drink.

“Aaand, alone again..”

I swish the bottle around, barely any sound comes from it. What a drag.

I loosen my grip just a bit, and the glass slips from my fingers and cracks on the ground below my window.

It’s fine, I can’t name anyone who’d be walking there. It’s all fine.

Downstairs mom was playing music outta that fancy new record player she’d bought, man had she been obsessed with the darn thing.

I recognized the new song that came on, seemed to be one of her favorites.

‘Come over baby whole lot of shakin' goin' on

Yes, I said come over baby baby you can't go wrong…’

“Oh, lordy…” I cringe, rubbing my fingers over my eyes and nearly dropping my bottle again. Damn ‘Jerry Lee Lewis’, whatever the hell his name was.

Dallas hated this song. So did Johnny- the both of them. We’d be down at the diner, some soc would start playing it from the jukebox, and oh boy was it all over.

Dally would go and let out the loudest groan he could muster up, start whining about the damn tune like it was stabbing his ear drums. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, the guy had some sensitive ears.

Johnny, well he would just roll his eyes so far back into his head I thought they’d get lost in there. Mumbling and grumbling about how ‘overplayed’ it was.

I chortle at the memory. Me, Sodapop and Steve used to tease ‘em about playing it at their funeral one day.

We didn’t go through with it.

And just like that, there goes the moment. I sigh, tilting my head back so it scrapes against the rough edges of the window, and kick my leg out so it bangs against the outer wall of the house. The music continued echoing loudly.

“Man, it’s real hard to keep memories when all that follows, is-is gunshots-“ I gesture outwards, towards the empty park. “-and those stupid, doomed and gloomed funerals, and all this-this bullshit-!”

I damn near let go of my bottle again, so close to letting it catapult towards the park and slam against some tree.

My eyes had began to burn in a way I wasn’t ok with.

I wanted them back.

I should’ve done something.

“Why the fuck didn’t I do something?” I strain through the burning cheeks and the sweaty neck of a familiar bottle.

A moment of silence follows.

I can hear myself weep, sometimes aloud and sometimes just in my head;echoing through a rattled skull.

“God damnit…” I whimper, looking back out on the park. The neighborhood.

I look at the small, trailer. I could see it from my window, it burdened me everyday of my life.

The home of Johnny’s folk’s, those damned idiots who fucked him up. They fucked him up good, sometimes the damned kid couldn’t even walk straight. They ruined him.

I glare at the stupid, rusty trailer. It blurs against the night sky, it’s silhouette running into the trees around it. It was because of them-

A hoarse cry jumps out of my throat, and my arm rips forward angrily.

“You ruined him!”

The glass bottle shatters, a mere couple of meters in front of the house. I could see the moon reflecting onto the glass shards, illuminated further by a nearby lamp post.

I sob, shrinking into the window once more. The warmth of my own body, and the wooden frame pull me in closer, until I am hugging the right side of my window sill desperately. I don’t care who heard. I don’t care who saw. I care, that they aren’t fucking here.

I knew so little about things, I’ve been told the alcohol fucked me up. But I knew I wanted the times back when me and Dally would rob diners together, pick up some broads down at the drive in, play poker with Buck’s playing cards, anything.

When I would jump out at Johnny from around the corner, blow straws at his face, let him stay the night when those bastards wouldn’t allow him to.

But it was all too late now.

I was able to accept when I knew I wouldn’t get a job. I was able to accept when I knew I wasn’t gonna be graduating any time soon. I was able to accept that I had a drinking problem. I was able to accept that I’m considered ‘stupid’.

But this?

This i just can’t.

I look up at the moon from my position against the wall. It’s mocking me. I know it is.

Shining down onto me like a spot light, just to prove to me,

That

I am

Alone.

Tags: @james-fucking-hates-dallas @the-height-of-life

#two bit mathews #the outsiders #the outsiders angst #dallas winston #johnny cade

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messers-moony · 3 years

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King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born.

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him.

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it.

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive.

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n.

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied.

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?”

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered.

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better.

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable.

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving.

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness.

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James.

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned.

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked.

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.”

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless.

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister.

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter.

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room.

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.”

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort.

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser.

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you.

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else.

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed.

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him.

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly.

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you.

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck.

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere.

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?”

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down.

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare.

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible.

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him.

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all.

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more.

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll.

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

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“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head.

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining.

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving.

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily.

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more.

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.”

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.”

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out. He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way.

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life.

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy.

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop.

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin

a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate.

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind”

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive.

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently.

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face.

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased.

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him.

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat.

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure.

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet.

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure.

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi.

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans.

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length.

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good.

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight, the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably.

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure.

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose.

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven.

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all.

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time.

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts.

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby.

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard.

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it.

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could.

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect.

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper.

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror.

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter.

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens”

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this.

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement.

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair.

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm.

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly.

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud.

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire.

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other.

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back.

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets.

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life.

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly.

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist.

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer.

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation.

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length.

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face.

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest.

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?” He dug his nails into you making you wince.

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest.

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights.

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration.

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head.

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused.

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know”

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense.

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run.

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks.

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold. The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible.

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over.

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot.

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t.

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another.

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim.

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good.

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams.

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it.

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen.

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit.

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there.

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall.

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock.

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead”

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;)

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years

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Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

A/N: So here is the first chapter of this fic that was supposed to be a one shot, but apparently I can’t stop writing it. Can I just get across I am not Icelandic nor do I live in Iceland and I will make mistakes. Please feel free to message me about anything regarding this fic (or any of my others) and I will make changes. Otherwise I hope you enjoy! Also, tackling 5 new characters…I hope I did the brothers justice.

Warnings: I mean, Ivar is a warning himself but this is a Modern AU so it won’t be that bad 😬 we dislike Sigurd a lot. The fic will be 18+ so minors DNI.

Summary: I don’t really have one except Ivar and Reader are fools. I like fics that seem to grow on their own and evolve as they go along. (Probably why this couldn’t be a one shot.)

Word Count: 1272 (just a taster for the first bit)

Pulling up outside the house you saw the half packed Chevy abandoned on the drive, bags were piled up near the rear wheels but there was no sign of the brothers. You left out a soft sigh pulling your handbrake up and wondering what they could be arguing about now. You got out and immediately Ubbe appeared, coming through the front door in a hurry, barely acknowledging you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him even though you already knew the answer.

“Ivar,” he spat. “Just being obnoxious as always.” Holding back a groan you couldn’t help but ask the question that was on your mind.

“Why doesn’t he want to come?” Ubbe didn’t answer straight away, his blue eyes flickering to you briefly before starting to lift the bags into the car. “It’s me isn’t it?” You asked quietly. This happened every time, you knew the youngest Lothbrok didn’t like you, being the same age as Ivar you thought you’d click with him the most but it just had never worked out that way. In fact he complained loudly whenever you tagged along but once he was in your presence he barely uttered a word. You swore it was why the others brought you along, Hvitserk had once said you were a bottle of water and Ivar was a cat, just your name alone had an effect on him.

“Don’t take it personally,” Ubbe mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I never do!” Jangling your keys you pulled your bag from the boot and handed it over. You never used to take Ivar’s moods personally but as you all got older his mood got worse and really, you had no idea what you had done to warrant such behaviour. “So are we meeting Björn here?” You asked Ubbe but someone else spoke up.

“He’s asked us to go pick him up, apparently he’s busy.”

“Hvitserk! You made it!” Squealing slightly you ran to him, letting him envelop you in a huge hug lifting your feet clean off the ground. Out of all the brothers he was the one you connected with the most.

“Like I’d miss our annual trip! Good to see you sæta.”

“Put her down Hvitserk,” grumbled Sigurd when he shoved past you both.

“Oh boy, everyone is in a mood today,” you whispered and Hvitserk smiled.

“You know my brothers before a long trip, we have to fall out first and make the journey as awful as possible!” You sniggered ready to carry on the joke when the telltale thump of Ivar’s cane rang down the hallway. Cane, right foot, left foot, cane. You could even tell from the way he dragged his left foot he was having a bout of pain, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, least of all you. His blue eyes were intense, barely acknowledging you when he came into view.

“Are we going? Or is this as far as we are getting?” He snapped, but even when he was angry you’d happily listen to him and his accent all day. Hvitserk sighed slightly and guided you to the car.

“Björn and his girlfriend will go in the back seats, you, me and Ivar are in the middle.”

“Oh, thrilling,” you breathed.

Once you were all in the car Ubbe pulled away and headed to Björn’s house. You tried to shuffle in your seat so you didn’t knock Ivar and agitate his legs but he ignored your efforts, staring out of the window leaning on his hand with a permanent scowl on his face. There were loud, jovial greetings when the boot opened, Björn and Kat worked their way into the seats before Ubbe blocked them in with the luggage. Björn reached over the seats to shove both Hvitserk and Ivar on the back of their heads, making Ivar spew a string profanities in irritation. You got a soft hand on the side of your head and a kiss on the cheek.

You liked his girlfriend, Kat, you hoped Björn stuck with this one and it was refreshing to not be the only woman on a trip with the boys for a change. It was hard to talk to her twisting in your seat but you managed a good hour of chatter, with Hvitserk beside you catching up with Björn. You laughed at something and slumped back into your seat only to hear Ivar inhale sharply.

“Sorry, did I knock you?”

“I’m just fed up of hearing your voice in my ear,” he spat at you, casting a disdainful eye over you before going back to look out of the window.

“That was uncalled for Ivar!” Ubbe said from the driver's seat, eyeing his brother in the rear view mirror.

“Whatever,” he muttered, shoving his headphones in and going back to ignoring you all. Hvitserk nudged your shoulder slightly and you smiled letting him know you were ok.

The scenery changed, moving away from the coast and the city, mountains loomed on the hazy horizon with snowy tops and you felt your excitement grow. You always loved your winter trip with the brothers, even if something always went wrong, usually them falling out over trivial things. You’d been up early and you could feel your eyelids drooping, with a soft sigh you leaned back in your seat and let yourself drift off.

“Should we wake them?”

“But Ivar is at his best. He’s not scowling and he’s quiet.”

“They do look cute.”

“Would you guys leave them alone?” This time you recognised Ubbe whispering. You felt warm and cosy and whatever you were leaning on was comfortable, you wiggled a little, getting more settled, not ready to wake up yet.

“Ivar is dribbling on the window,” sniggered Sigurd. You weren’t prepared for what happened next. There was a loud shout and pain blossomed across your face making you jerk upright and everyone started yelling at once.

“Sigurd!”

“What the hell man?”

“Get your fucking fingers out of my mouth!”

“For god's sake Sigurd…”

“You’re a fucking moron!”

“Are you alright?” You turned to see Kat leaning over the seats, concern filling her expression as she peeled your hand away from your face. You winced slightly at the tenderness and a hush fell over the car.

“What the fuck Ivar! Look at her face!” Exclaimed Sigurd pointing to you but he had a smile playing around his lips and it made you dislike him just that little bit more. Hvitserk grabbed your face turning you to face him and he frowned.

“If you hadn’t shoved your fingers in Ivar’s mouth this wouldn’t have happened!” He stated. Just then the back door opened letting in a blast of cold air, Björn took one look at everyone inside.

“What happened?” He demanded and Ubbe sighed.

“Ivar was asleep,” he gestured to you. “She was asleep on his shoulder but Sigurd—,” he cast an annoyed glance at his younger brother. “—thought it would be a good idea to shove his fingers into Ivar’s mouth and wake him up.” Björn huffed, looking at your face before glaring over his younger brothers. “Keep moving, we’re nearly there anyway. I’ll deal with you later,” he threatened quietly before slamming the door.

“Should be more careful Ivar,” mumbled Sigurd as he slumped in his seat. When Ivar moved you flinched, he was fast, throwing himself into the back of Sigurd’s seat so he could grab his brother round the throat. Hvitserk and Ubbe leaned across to dislodge him but it was Björn’s yell that made everyone stop. He leaned forward and grabbed his youngest brother's shoulder hauling back into his seat.

“Stop it. You’re all acting like children,” he scorned. You glanced at Ivar but he was intently staring at the back of Sigurd’s head and you knew it was going to blow up between the brothers at the house. It was just a matter of when.

#Ivar Lothbrok #modern ivar x reader #ivar x femme!reader #ivar #modern ivar #ivar x reader #ivar x you #ivar ragnarsson #Vikings modern au #Lothbrok brothers #Björn #Hvitserk #sigurd #ubbe

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lottiebagleywritesobx · 3 years

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Girls like you

THE POOL

JJ Maybank wasn't really sure why the Y/L/N family had hired him to clean out their pool when summer started. They seemed to like him around the hotel when they went for meals but he wasn't exactly qualified, he wasn't complaining though, they tip well and it couldn't be that hard.

His only problem was Y/N.

They never got on well. She was friends with Kie in her kook year, who even went as far as to dub her 'the only kook who doesn't make me want to gauge my eyes out', so she knew the pogues from around although they'd grown apart the girls shared no bad blood and always stopped to catch up when they saw each other around.

He was in the middle of raking the leaves from the large pool when he saw her. She was crossing the garden from the large mansion, clad in a bikini with sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. JJ hates how good she looks, her curves perfectly on display and a confident aura around her.

She's got headphones in, he notices as she saunters closer.

"Hi princess," He smirks, watching as she rolls her eyes

"I'm not your princess. How long are you gonna be?" She questions, settling onto one of the sun loungers next to the pool

"An hour or so," JJ states

"Well, could you do it quietly I'm hungover and I wanna just relax," She states, slipping the second headphone back into her ear before he can reply.

He cleans, unaware of her watching him from behind the glasses as she sips on her bottle of cold water. She would never tell anyone but watching him work, his muscles tensing and untensing under his vest shirt, a light sweat from the hot summer day on his skin, she couldn't help herself from thinking he looked good.

He would definitely admit to John B that he thought she looked fit. Her breasts spilling out of her bikini top a little and the barely there thong bottom's high cut making her legs look excruciatingly long. He'd probably make some crude jokes about hate sex being way more fun. He wouldn't admit though, to finding something very comforting about her presence, and finding the way she hummed along to whatever she was listening too adorable.

It's a further 40 minutes, JJ is trying to work out how to get the pool vaccuum to turn on, when her phone rings loudly.

"Hey Sare," Her voice speaks. JJ figures quickly it's Sarah Cameron, the pair are practically inseparable and the whole island knows it.

He half listens to her side of the conversation, more out of boredom than interest.

"No, babes, I love you and all but I really don't wanna. The last million times I've seen Rafe he's been so weird and creepy and I don't wanna be alone with him,"

JJ doesn't know why the comment angers him so much. Why does he even care if Rafe is clearly trying to pull her? It's none of his business. Yet, he can feel his blood boiling at the thought.

"No Sar, if I go and you have to stay with me then you can't go and be with Topper,"

She's silent for a few minutes before sighing "Fine. Fine, I'll come. See you in a minute. Bring me some shorts, I'm in the garden and can't be arsed to go upstairs and find some. You owe me forever,"

JJ wants to scream. Wants to tell her she shouldn't go if she feels uncomfortable around Kelce. He wishes Kie were here, maybe she could talk her into staying where she felt safe. Maybe she would be able to explain why JJ even gives a shit.

"Maybank," She states, he looks up, trying to act like he hasn't been listening. "I'm going out. You'll be the only one here," She informs

"Okay," He nods.

"My keys are on the kitchen counter, lock up when you're done and I'll just grab them from you at the hotel,"

"All right," He agrees

"When will you be there?" She questions, looking at him like he's an idiot. He groans internally, obviously she needed to know that.

"Tomorrow, 2 until closing,"

'"I'll swing by around 4," She informs. He nods, trying not to stare at her as she lets her hair down from the ponytail it had been in, shaking it out. A car honks outside and she turns, walking up the garden towards the side gates, turning a few metres away,

"Oh, there's an envelope on the kitchen counter with your tip in," She adds

"Thanks. Goodbye princess," He smiles,

"Still not your princess," she shouts back, turning and disappearing round the corner.

THE CAR

JJ felt a lot more in his element when her dad had called him asking if he could fix her car. He hadn't specified it was his eldest daughters, and JJ knew the family owned 7 cards despite only 3 of them even being able to drive.

JJ recognised it though, a white convertible porsche, he'd seen her driving it around before. Wether she was blasting music with the roof down singing with Sarah, picking up a take out from the wreck, driving around in the middle of the night, she'd even given Kie a lift to the Chateau before. He realised that he always seemed to notice her presence.

He was working in the family's garage, the bonnet popped open and grease all over him. It was an easy fix, if a little fiddly.

He jumped out of his skin when the door burst open. He is immediately taken aback by how good she looks. Clad in a tight black skirt that is ridiculously short, heels and a tight black V neck top with a lace trim around the neck. Her hair falls in bouncy curls around her shoulders and her makeup looks perfect. He would have sworn on everything he'd never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"You're a boy," The girl states.

"Good job noticing that one princess," JJ smirks, she rolls her eyes.

"I have a date and Sarah is being so unhelpful, can you help me pick a top?" She questions, he gulps, nodding.

"Okay, so this is option 1,"

"It looks good,"

"Right. But is it sexy? Do you look at me and think I wanna slam her against a wall and rail her?"

His eyes widen a little, that's one way of putting it he decides.

"Look, I'm your families help, I shouldn't be answering that,"

"Like I care Maybank," She groans, exasperated.

"Okay fine, I look at you in that and I think I wanna rip your clothes off,"

"Okay good. Option 2," She starts. JJ is shocked when she pulls her top off in front of him, without even turning around. He turns around, although not without taking a mental picture of her boobs being pushed up in a red lace bra. "Who knew you were a prude?"

"Just respecting you princess," He comments

"You've seen me in a bikini, what's the difference?" She questions, he stays silent having no quick comment to respond with. "I'm dressed," She states

He turns back around, she looks good, a forest green top made of satin.

"The first one is sexy, that one is cute,"

"Thanks JJ, oh, and hey, thanks for fixing my car,"

"Uh. Yeah, anytime,"

THE SUMMER HOUSE

JJ was happy to paint the summer house. He claimed to his friends it was just because they way over paid and tipped big. In reality it was because for three days straight he would get to catch glimpses of her. And he did.

He saw her when she swam in her pool.

He saw her when she played in the garden with her little sister.

He saw her when she cloud gazed with Sarah Cameron.

The best times he got to see her though, were when she would bring him stuff. Every so often she'd knock on the open door to the summer house, sometimes with water, sometimes with snacks, a few times even with a beer. A couple of times she stopped and made small talk, one time she even smeared paint on his cheek and giggled as he chased her through the garden.

He enters the kitchen, used to how the family worked now. An envelope of money waiting on the kitchen counter, they always seemed to be coming and going so it was easier.

He was shocked to see her in the kitchen, she's scrolling on her phone sipping on what looks to be an iced coffee

"Oh, hey JJ," She smiles

"Hey, I'm done," he informs, she nods, watching as he picks up the envelope "So, I'll be seeing you around,"

"Did you want a lift?" She questions, he looks at her slightly confused "I just noticed your bike wasn't here and it's kinda late to be walking back. It's a long walk,"

"You really don't have to princess,"

"Honestly, it's fine," she assures, jumping up and grabbing her keys before heading towards the garage.

She wasn't sure when she stopped hating JJ Maybank, wasn't sure when she started noticing little things like the blue in his eyes and which snapback he was wearing and how tired he looked. She wasn't sure when the sight of his bike in the driveway started giving her butterflies.

"So where is your bike?" She questions, the roof of the car is down and the wind blowing through her hair as she pulls out of the private estate her home is on.

"Didn't have enough fuel to get to yours and back," He shrugs

"Why didn't you just-" She cuts herself off "Shit, I'm so sorry. That was insanely rude, I wasn't even thinking and-" He chuckles, watching as she splutters and blushes

"It's okay. Life is different on the cut I can understand how a kook princess wouldn't get it," He shrugs, she nods, still not sure what to say.

"Y'know my life isn't perfect," She comments, he scoffs, unable to help himself. "I'm not kidding. It's privileged as fuck, I know that, but it's not perfect,"

"Go on then princess, what's so shit?" He doesn't mean for it to sound so harsh, he's genuinely curious

"My parents, they have basically planned my entire life, down to where I'll go to college, what sorority I'll be in, where I'll work my summer internship, who I'll marry, where I'll get married, which big kook house I'll live in, at what age I'll have to give up my career, which has been decided for me by them, to start trying for babies. It's 24 by the way so in 8 years. My whole life is decided and I don't want it. I wanna go on a trip around the world and surf and travel and explore. I wanna fall in love and get my heartbroken again and again until I find the right guy. I wanna live in a New York apartment and I wanna see the world. I don't wanna marry Rafe Cameron just cause our mothers are friends. I mean he's literally scary and harasses me and acts like even though I'm 16 I shouldn't have a choice cause one day he'll father my kids. And no one gets it, none of my friends, not even my best friend. The only person who ever understood why it was so shit was Kie and then she left, she left and lives her life and it's fun and exciting and anything could happen. I don't hate her for it but it fucking sucks that she left me miserable. I'll be miserable living my planned out life and then I'll die. Yeah, I have money and that's fucking great, but my life is far from perfect,"

JJ sits in a stunned silence. He's not really sure what to say. Their problems were very different but hers were just as shitty. He feels like he's seeing her in a whole new light.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't tell people that and we barely no each other," She mutters, not wanting to look at him

"Where would you go first?" His question surprised her

"On my fictitious surf trip?" She questions, he nods "Europe, Spain I think,"

They sit in silence the rest of the way, it's not awkward though, both of them feel comforted by each other presence. He gives her instructions to the chateau.

"We are probably gonna drink some beers and smoke. You wanna stay? You could crash here and drive home in the morning," JJ offers

"I can't. My family are having dinner at the hotel. Thanks though," She smiles gently

"Yeah. Uh, I hope it's not too shit. Thanks for the ride princess,"

He climbs out of the car, his friends who sit on the porch immediately calling out to him, they're all laughing and teasing him about his lift home and when he looks back he almost thinks he sees a look of longing in her eyes before she's reversing out of the chateau.

THE BOAT

"Can you fix it?" She questions. JJ Maybank has never seen her look nervous before.

It was only 6:30 AM when she'd started banging on the door to the Chateau, tears in her eyes and panic on her face hoping JJ would be here. John B had pulled the door open, half asleep and groaning a little at the bright sunlight. He'd let her into the small home and disappeared to wake JJ up. John B opted not to put too much thought into the way the minute her name was said JJ leaped out of bed and shoved into the living area, the way his hands cupped her cheeks to see if she was okay, the way he was calling her princess as he tried to calm down her hiccuping tears.

"I can fix it," He confirms. They're standing on the deck of her families boat "It's an easy fix princess, okay? don't even worry," He speaks in a comforting tone

"Thank you JJ,"

"No worries. It'll take me a while, you got anywhere to be?"

"No. Well yes, a breakfast thing with the Cameron's but it's at my house and I can't exactly show up without the boat so,"

"So you're hiding out here all day?" JJ questions

"Well, I don't wanna intrude. I can go and hang out at the beach,"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can hang here. C'mon, I need to be down the bottom with the engine, you can sit and entertain me,"

She watches intently as he works, now that he's not working at her house he hasn't bothered with a shirt, instead just wearing shorts and his infamous red baseball cap. He glances at her occasionally, her makeup streaky from crying and wearing a short white dress.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" He questions

"Not really," She admits, he nods and she sighs before beginning to explain"Rafe wanted to go boating late and then it all went wrong and then we got the boat to the nearest dock, hence why we are in the middle of nowhere, and he said he was going to call someone to get a lift and it was rainy so I was waiting in here. It had been a while so I went outside to check on him and he was gone. I didn't know what to do. Dad would kill me for breaking the boat, do I just kinda figured I'd walk to yours and hopefully you would no how to fix it. Then I realised I have no clue where you live so I walked to John B's and hoped for the best,"

"He just left you in the middle of nowhere alone?" JJ doesn't know why he's so mad, they were hardly even friends

"Yeah. He texted me to let me know it was cause he's already in shit with his dad and didn't wanna go down for breaking my family's boat," She shrugs, JJ wants to go and find Rafe Cameron and beat his skull in.

"Look, a girl like you deserves someone who would treat them a million times better than that,"

"I always thought you hated me," She admits

"So did I, until this summer I kinda did," He shrugs

"What changed?" She asks, the question is so vulnerable he can't help himself from looking at her

"You aren't what I thought you'd be," He admits, she nods slowly

"How should a girl like me be treated?" She questions

"Like they're the only thing on earth," He's not really sure why he's so openly telling her how he feels but it feels too late now

"Is that how you'd treat me Maybank?"

"Girls like you don't date boys like me," He shrugs, turning quickly back to what he's doing, not wanting her to recognise the disappointment on his face.

THE PARTY

It was no secret her family hosted a big formal party on the 10th of July every year, her parents wedding anniversary. JJ had waited the party the last 2 years and this summer was no different, he'd even managed to get John B and Pope a job too.

His heart had stopped when he saw her, her dress was the exact shade of blue as the sky and flowed beautifully down to her feet, her hair curled with the front pinned back, her makeup beautiful. She looked like an angel approaching him and god why did she have to look so perfect.

"Hey JJ," She smiles, grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray he's holding "Could you do me a favour?"

"Of course," He agrees, expecting some job that needed doing for the party

"If you see Rafe and I'm on my own..." She trails off "I'm trying to avoid him, after the other day,"

It's three hours into the party when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her along behind him and away from Rafe who is clearly trying to catch her alone. He pulls her into a small cupboard slamming the door closed behind him and locking it.

"What was that about?"

"Rafe," He shrugs, he didn't outwardly say he'd been watching her all night to make sure he could look out for her. He also didn't say he would have been watching her all night even if she hadn't asked him too.

"JJ, you know how your coming over next week to fix that one door that you can't open from inside the cupboard?" She question

"Yeah," He states, peering out of the key hole to see if Rafe is still looking for her

"Well, this is the cupboard,"

"Shit!" He shouts, pulling away from the door to face her. "Shit, it's your parents wedding anniversary and I got you locked in the cupboard,"

"It's alright," She shrugs "They hate each other most the time anyway,"

"Call someone to let you out,"

"Where on this dress did you think there was pockets, you call someone,"

"My phone is in the twinkie,"

"The what?"

"John B's car," JJ sighs. "Fuck princess, I'm so sorry," He groans

"It's fine. Sarah will come looking for me eventually," She shrugs. He nods, watching as she sits down on the ground, patting the space next to her.

He obliges, sitting next to her, knees touching in the tight space.

"You look nice tonight, I like the shirt and tie," She compliments, he can feel himself blush and is glad the cupboard is dark enough she probably can't see it.

"Y'know what you said on the boat the other day?" She questions, he immediately knows what she's referring too "About how girls like me don't date boys like you,"

"Yeah," He confirms

"Why is that?" She questions quietly

"I couldn't make you happy princess. Your parents would hate me. I couldn't take you on the fancy dates you're used to. You wouldn't be happy,"

"My parents love you, they think you're resourceful and hard working. I hate the stuffy dates figure 8 boys take me on," She informs, he laughs a little at that. "Besides, you already make me happy. I'm just saying Maybank, if you don't wanna date me just say it, don't try and put it on me,"

JJ isn't really sure how to react. How to explain he desperately wanted to date her, wanted her to be his girl and wanted to shower her in love and adoration. He isn't sure how to tell her that by inadvertently telling him she wanted to date him she had made him the happiest man on earth. He's not really great with words and it all feels too hard to say.

So, instead, he turns slightly, taking her face in his hands and pulling her to him, his lips crashing against hers and somehow she knows everything he wanted to say.

#jj maybank x reader #jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x kook!reader #obx fic

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