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sturniolodreamz · 6 months

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first time - matt sturniolo

summary - Y/n finally decides she is ready to have sex for the first time, and she couldn't be happier that it is with Matt of all people.

warnings - smut, loss of virginity, protected sex. if you dont like it, dont read!

a/n - this was my first smut so hopefully yall like it! i also write regularly on my sfw tumblr account, so i am going to try and post at least 1-2x a week on here. please dont hesitate to send me requests, because sometimes it can be hard to come up with them myself. make sure to read the first chapter where i list what i will and will not write. let me know what you think! also, sorry if the ending seemed a little rushed, i didn't really know how i should end it lol

Matt and I have been dating for about a month now, but we have never done anything more than making out before I stopped it from going further. It was obvious that he knew I was a virgin, and I had never asked him but I assumed he had had sex before at some point. I knew I wanted him to be my first, I trusted him, but I just personally didn't feel ready at the time. But lately, I had been thinking about it a lot, and I decided that I felt as ready as I ever would. I wanted to bring this up to Matt, but I was afraid of it being awkward.

One night, Nick and Chris decided to go to a friends house, but Matt and I decided to stay back at the house and watch a movie together. We were laying in Matt's bed, and he had pulled up a movie on his laptop. We snuggled up under the blanket together and he hit play. I was pretty distracted with my own thoughts, so I wasn't really paying attention that closely to the movie. I kept thinking about having sex with Matt, and the feelings I had that wouldn't go away. I decided I was going to take my chance and talk to him about it. I mean, it was the perfect night, seeing as Nick and Chris would be gone until way later. Matt must have noticed that I was spaced out, because he paused the movie to turn and look at me.

"Hey, you seem lost in thought. Wanna talk about anything?" he asks me gently.

I took in a deep breath before responding. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." he replies, grabbing my hand to hold it.

"Okay. Have you had sex before?"

He coughed, surprised at the question, but began to answer me.

"I, um, yeah I have a few times. Why, whats up?"

"I just, I've never done anything like that before, but I think I'm ready, Matt."

"Okay," he replies, taking in what I said. "Like, do you want to have sex right now? Chris and Nick won't be home for a while."

I giggled, partly out of nervousness. "Yeah, that's kinda what I was thinking too." I replied.

"Well in that case, we won't be needing this anymore." He says with a laugh, getting up to put the laptop back on his desk.

He walks back over to the bed and sits back down next to me.

"Do you trust me?" he asks me.

"Of course."

With that, he gently pulls me into his lap and places a cautious kiss on my lips. I cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him back passionately. We begin to make out, something we have done before, but this time there is more passion behind each kiss than I have ever felt. After a few minutes, I begin to feel more confident, and I start to grind down on his lap as we kiss. He moans into my mouth at the feeling, and I can't help but think about how hot he sounded.

"Can you take this off?" I ask him, tugging at his shirt.

Without a word, he sits up slightly so he can slide the t-shirt off of himself.

"Well now it's only fair that you take yours off, too." he smirks.

I felt slightly nervous, but I went with it, leaving me bare on top.

"God, your beautiful, y/n." he reassures me.

I giggle, but it quickly turns into a gasp as Matt flips us over so he is on top. I couldn't help but look down at the bulge that was now forming in his sweatpants. He begins to kiss my breasts, leaving light hickies. As he kisses down my stomach getting closer and closer to my waistband, I feel butterflies start to form in my stomach. When he finally reaches the waistband of my pants, he hooks his finger into it before looking up at me.

"Can I?" he trails off.

I nod at him, giving him permission. I wasn't expecting him to pull down both my pants and my underwear at the same time, leaving me bare as I felt the cool air hit my body. Without any warning, I felt Matt's tongue hit my folds, kitten licking my clit as I arched my back.

"Ah, fuck Matt! That feels so good!"

I felt him hum against me, sending vibrations of pleasure through my body. He continued eating me out until I felt myself getting close.

"Matt, I think I'm gonna cum!" I told him.

"Mhm, cum for me baby." he told me.

Before long, I was literally seeing stars as I had my first orgasm, overwhelmed with pleasure. Matt pulled away soon after, not wanting to overstimulate me. He wiped his mouth before coming up to kiss me again.

"Did that feel good, baby?" he asked me.

"Oh my god Matt, that was incredible!" I replied.

I kissed him again, still catching my breath. My gaze was brought back down to his crotch, thinking about what I wanted to do.

"Matt, will you teach me how to suck your dick?"

"Fuck, how could I say no to that?" he said with a small laugh.

We switched places so he was now the one laying on the bed, with me in between his legs. I began pulling his sweats down, and he lifted his hips to help me out. Once his pants were off, I looked up at him, both for permission and because I was hoping he would tell me what to do next.

"It's okay sweetheart. There's no right or wrong way to do this, just do what feels right and I'll guide you." he reassured me.

"Okay, thank you." I said.

I decided to try and tease him a little. I could see the outline of his boner through his boxers, and I lightly traced my finger down the shaft. When my finger grazed his tip, he bucked his hips up a bit.

"Sorry babe. But fuck, please don't tease me!" he told me.

I listened to him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

"Can you take these off?"

Within seconds his underwear was on the floor, and he was bare in front of me. His dick wasn't huge, but in my eyes it was the perfect size. I remembered what he told me, just do what feels right. I started out by kitten licking the tip, tasting his salty precum. Then I began cautiously jerking him, working up the courage to put him in my mouth.

"You got this, sweetheart. You don't have to take it all at once. Just make sure you cover your teeth with your lips." he advised.

I giggled nervously, not wanting to hurt him. I decided it was now or never. I took his advice and covered my teeth so I wouldn't scratch him, and slowly took him into my mouth, jerking what didn't fit.

"Ahh, yeah baby just like that, keep going!" he moaned.

Knowing that I was making him feel good boosted my confidence, and I continued sucking him off. I reached my other hand down and began gently playing with his balls. That must have been the last straw for him, because he stopped me, pulling out of my mouth.

"Fuck y/n that felt so good, but I don't want to cum yet. You did such a good job." he tells me, giving me a kiss that said I love you without actually saying it.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asks me, making sure I was okay.

"Yes Matt, more than anything."

He smiles at me as we reposition once again to where we started off, with me laying on my back. He leans over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom and a small bottle of lube.

"Wow, you came prepared." I tease.

He just blushes and hands me the condom.

"Put this on for me?"

I may be inexperienced, but I do know how to put on a condom. I tear open the condom and roll it on his dick, which was now in front of my face. He positions himself in between my legs.

"I know your still wet, but I'm gonna use lube too. It will help this not hurt so bad." he told me.

That was the first time I had thought about the pain, but I tried to push the thought to the back of my head and just enjoy myself. He squirted some lube on his hand and rubbed it over the condom, getting closer to me.

"Are you ready babe?"

"Yes, but please be gentle!" I said nervously.

He brought his hand up to gently cup my cheek.

"Of course sweetheart. If it's too much, just tell me and we can stop, okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready."

He lined himself up to my entrance, keeping his eyes on me as he slowly pushed himself in.

"Ah!" I whimpered, feeling a burn as he stretched me out for the first time.

"I know hon, we're almost there." he told me.

Once he had bottomed out, he paused, letting me relax and get used to him before he began moving. After a short time, I felt ready for him to move.

"Okay, you can start moving."

He began slowly thrusting in and out. He was right, I think the extra lube definitely helped. The pain slowly faded into pleasure as I began to enjoy the feeling more.

"Faster, Matt!" I told him.

He smiled down at me. "Fuck, there's my girl! You're doing so good baby." he said as he picked up the pace.

Every few minutes he would pick up the pace, going impossibly faster and faster. He leaned down to make out with me some more, while still pumping in and out of me at an ungodly pace. I felt myself reaching another orgasm.

"Matt, I'm close!" I warned him.

"Me too baby. Where do you want my cum?" he asks me.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." I told him, wanting to taste him again.

"Fuck! Oh my god..." he trailed off.

After a few more thrusts he pulled out, sliding the condom off. I sit up and stick out my tongue for him to cum on.

"Shit baby you look so hot like that!" He jerked himself a few times before I felt his warm white cum on my tongue. It was the perfect mix between salty and sweet. I looked him in the eyes as I swallowed, showing him my empty tongue.

"That's my girl, y/n! You did so good for me." he praised, flopping down beside me.

"Fuck Matt, that was incredible! Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Of course y/n, I love you so fucking much." he said, kissing me once again.

"I love you too, Matt. Let's go to bed now, yeah?" I asked him.

"Yes, please."

He wrapped his arms around me, and we fell asleep just like that.

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redrose10 · 19 days

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Here is alternate angst ending number 1. This is how Cinnamon & Vanilla was initially planned to end before I went in a different happier direction. For this to make sense basically forget that chapter 17 and the proposal happened and chapter 16 ended with Suri getting arrested and Mia coming back into the picture (I hope that makes sense). I will post the other angst, but less angsty version next.

WARNINGS: Very small hint of smut, cheating, character death, funeral, allusions to suicide, a suicide note, swearing. Please proceed with caution if any of these things are hard for you. There will be a second alternate ending posted next that is less harsh if you’d rather read that.

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You watched your father-in-law slam his fists down on the large oak table. “I will not stand for this Yoongi.”, he shouted. Across the table your husband smirked, his mistress Mia, sat next to him with a sly smile.

“Father, there’s nothing you can do or say to change my mind. I am divorcing Y/N and will marry Mia. I’m done being used as a pawn for your corporate gains.”

After Mia and Yoongi were reintroduced they became inseparable. Or it was more like Yoongi was infatuated with his former love thinking he could finally have the life he always dreamed with her, but all she wanted was his money and famous last name. You and everyone else could see it except for him.

His father scoffed, “You think this woman loves you? Yoongi, she left you once before. What makes you think she won’t do it again? I thought you were smarter than this. Y/N cares for you, more than she should in my opinion. She’s done more for you than most and will be a good companion.”

You looked over and made eye contact with your husband. His eyes softened, but yours turned cold. In your mind your relationship was irreparable. The first few weeks after meeting Mia he tried to pretend like nothing was going on, but you saw the signs. The purple marks on his skin that he tried to hide. The faint scent of a floral perfume that would surround him when he got home in the middle of the night. It all came forward when one day you stopped by his office to drop off some lunch. When you knocked on the door you heard a loud thud and some shuffling and when you pushed open the same door you found him in his chair slightly out of breath with his hair ruffled like someone’s hands had been running through it. When he stood up to thank you for the lunch the zipper of his dress pants was noticeably still pulled down. You knew in that moment that you were done and you were no longer going to try to even pretend to save the marriage.

Jin happily helped you build a case against his former friend rounding up all the proof of the infidelity on Yoongi’s side so that hopefully you could get your in laws to agree to a divorce. You were surprised when it seemed that Yoongi had beat you to it and that’s how you ended up here.

Yoongi cleared his throat bringing you back to the present. “Y/n and I are divorcing. I broke my part of the contract therefore she can be the one to file. It’s not up for discussion.”, he spoke.

Mr. Min turned red with anger as he watched Yoongi walk towards the door hand intertwined with Mia’s.

“Yoongi, if you walk out of here with that woman you are no longer considered a son to me. You will step down as CEO and you will loose all access to any of the family money. You will loose the houses and cars. Everything! And don’t you dare come running back when that gold digger leaves you again.”, Mr.Min was out of breath and red in the face. You were getting worried for his health nervous he would have a heart attack. Yoongi continued to walk out the door pulling Mia behind him. She now appeared to be hesitant after Mr. Mins threats. You’re soon to be ex father-in-law gave you a small nod before walking out the same door. Jin who had been silently sitting next to you the whole time squeezed your hand, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll have the best divorce lawyer in Seoul.” You smiled trying to hide your pain.

Jin wasn’t kidding either. The divorce was quick and simple. Yoongi seemed to want to be done with everything as fast as possible. You got a very large sum of money plus one of the penthouses and a couple cars in exchange for keeping quiet and not going to the media about anything that happened between you and the Mins. You ended up selling the cars and the penthouse, instead buying a cute apartment just outside the city that was much more your taste. You kept some of the money as a savings and then donated a chunk to various charities that were close to you.

At the paper signing Yoongi barely acknowledged you which you appreciated. As you watched him sign the papers signaling the end of your marriage you felt a strange heaviness in your heart, but you were determined to not let the darkness of Min Yoongi follow you. You did your best to move on and leave that part of your life behind you. Getting a job and making some new friends. You did your best to create your new normal.

It was late one evening when you sat at your kitchen table replaying the last few years in your head. Startling in surprise when you felt a hand on your shoulder you turned to find your fiancé Hoseok or Hobi as you started calling him when you two met up in Korea after he’d quit his waitressing job at the beach hotel and moved back home. “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you.”, he said placing a kiss on the top of your head before taking a seat at the table next to you.

“It’s okay. I was just thinking.”, you chuckled.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

Shaking your head you poured him a glass of water.

“It was a really beautiful service.”, he spoke.

“Yeah it sure was.”, you said trying to suppress the tears.

“It was surprising that his parents showed up. I know not many people thought they would. Seeing Jimin and Jungkook there was nice too.”, he said. All you could do was nod in agreement.

“Well I’m gonna head off to bed. Don’t stay up too late and come get me if you need anything”, he sighed before leaning in for another kiss which you happily reciprocated.

After he walked into the bedroom and you were sure you heard the door close you pulled out the envelope Jin had given to you after the funeral. Your name written beautifully on the front.

Not long after your divorce was finalized Mr.Min stayed true to his word. Yoongi was forcefully removed as CEO of Min Enterprises. He was cut off from all the family money and was only left with what he had already earned. It didn’t take long for Mia to go through what he had left. When she realized that she wasn’t going to be living the lavished life of a billionaires wife she was fast to leave him. Quickly marrying the son of some Australian cattle farming tycoon. Jimin had quit working for Yoongi not long after he started dating Mia exclusively. He swore it had nothing to do with you and that he just got a higher paying less stressful offer elsewhere, but you knew better. Jin quit working with Yoongi and Min Enterprises instead opting to open his own law firm. Even Jungkook had quit and took a job in Los Angeles leaving Yoongi all alone. Yoongi’s parents refused to let him back into the company, but they did start funneling him a little money here and there to keep him afloat as that was better than your famous son being homeless.

You did worry about him no matter how hard you tried not to, even contemplating reaching out to him a few times, but you were worried it would only make it worse for the both of you. It seemed like every morning you were waking up to a new story or video of him belligerently drunk, getting in fights, leaving clubs with multiple women. He was completely off the rails again and didn’t seem to have a care in the world anymore. The last video you saw of him he looked like a zombie. You knew he must’ve been living off of whiskey and cigarettes at that point and it was only a matter of time until something bad happened.

Then one morning last week you got the call. Jin was on the other end and you could just tell by the way his breathing was uneven that he didn’t have good news. He didn’t have much info, but promised to call you with the details of the funeral as soon as he knew them.

When you arrived at the church you were greeted by Jimin and Jungkook the two wrapping you in a hug. Mr. And Mrs. Min said hello and congratulated you on your new engagement. When you finally made your way over to Jin he smiled, “They found this on his bed. Has your name on it.” Gently you took the letter placing it in your bag for now as the service was about to begin.

Now back at your apartment you sat at the kitchen table staring down at the envelope. With shaking hands you gently unfolded the paper. Some parts were a little smudged thanks to the ink getting wet and drying again. A detail that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you. A small sob escaping you as you thought about what Yoongi must have been thinking in that moment. You took a deep breath and began to read,

“Dear Y/N,

If you are reading this then it means that everything went according to my plan. I guess I just have some things I want to get off my chest and admittedly I’m too much of a coward to say them to your face or even to call you. Plus, I know if I hear your voice I’ll change my mind about this. First I want to apologize. I know I’ve done that a lot and never seemed to really mean it, but I am sorry for everything. You never deserved any of this from the start. You deserved to fall in love with someone that was capable of truly loving you back, but that couldn’t be me when I didn’t even love myself. Someone who would be there to take care of you emotionally and physically. I regret that I could never grow up and be that person. I heard that you are engaged. Congratulations. I hope that he takes care of you well and makes you as happy as you deserve.

I have reached a point in my life that is just so low I don’t think I could ever recover. What even is the point of life anyways? I guess I’ll never know. I don’t know what went wrong either. I was once a happy kid who loved music and basketball, who wanted to travel the world, who wanted to get married and have a bunch of kids. Now I’m sitting in my bathtub alone with a bottle of cheap whiskey writing a letter to a woman I never loved, but can’t get out of my head. They say you never know what you have until it’s gone. I always thought that was a bullshit excuse that people used to make themselves feel better about their choices, but I now know that it’s true. You were the best thing that could ever happen to me and I threw it all away. You were loving and kind, generous and thoughtful, loyal. You were so much when all I did was try to hurt you. I am truly sorry. I hope that your life brings you everything you’ve ever wanted and one day you’ll completely forget the name Min Yoongi. But until then I hope that maybe hearing or speaking my name won’t bring such disgust to your tongue. Maybe in the next life we can try this again. Take care of yourself Y/N.

Best regards,

Yoongi”

By the time you were done the letter was soaked with your own tears. You folded up the paper and put it back in the envelope before gently placing it in the kitchen drawer. Your heart broke for the man that was hurting so badly. You felt a slight pain of guilt that maybe there was something else you could’ve done, but in the end no one was able to help him. You were thankful for Hobi who came into your life like a big ray of sunshine bringing light and warmth. You smiled as you placed his coat in the closet, his cologne still strong with the smell of jasmine quickly surrounding you and reminding you of the new chapter of your life.

Turning to walk to the bedroom a piece of paper laying on the kitchen floor caught your eye. It wasn’t there earlier so you figured it must’ve fallen out of the envelope from Yoongi when you opened it. Shuffling over to pick it up you started laughing as you read it over,

“Thanks to your generous donation to Perry’s Sheep Farm we are able to continue rescuing sheep in need across the world. As a special thanks please see the attached photo of one of our sheep that your generous gift has helped.”

“He just couldn’t let this fucking sheep thing go.”, you chuckled. You shook your head letting out another laugh as you pulled out the Polaroid. As hard as you tried you couldn’t prevent the tears from flowing once again as you fell to the floor clutching the photos to your chest. Smiling back at you in the photo was a big fluffy sheep with a bright pink bow on the side of her head. The lettering across the bottom said, ‘Petunia’, written in Yoongi’s handwriting. Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, but you swore you could detect the faintest hint of cinnamon and vanilla in the air.

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bobohu4eva · 1 month

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Ecstasy

Part 5 - Psycho

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5.4k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato23-blog @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, fuckin while on drugs (LSD), drug use and its consequences

A/N: In case everyone hasn't already forgotten about this series because I suck horrendously at updating! Sorry! This is also most definitely the most intense thing I have ever written! There's a reason it took me so goddamn long lol hopefully I can be a little more consistent from now on

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

“When’s your next day off?”

He sent her the text a few days after their last night together, a whole day already planned for them in his mind. He just had to figure out how he’d make it happen.

She eagerly let him know, and he told her he’d be picking her up that morning, surprisingly early, but she didn’t question it, she was getting to see him, after all. And from what it sounded like, she’d get him all to herself, all day, at his lavish penthouse.

Baekhyun once again insisted on keeping his plans for them secret, so when that morning arrived and he picked her up, she had no idea what she was in store for. However the last time he’d refused to tell her his plans they ended up getting high, and she had a hunch that it might be something similar.

“Are you finally gonna tell me what we’re doing today?” She asked him once he’d started driving, this time showing up in a different car, a silver convertible Porsche.

‘Hmmm.. No, but I’ll show you once we get to my place. The last surprise was fun though, wasn't it?”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to look over at her, his taunting smile daring her to disagree with him, but knowing she wouldn’t dare.

“So more drugs?”

He grimaced, “sounds bad when you say it like that.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“If I tell you that would ruin the surprise.”

She just laughed and rolled her eyes, deciding to wait until she had more details to really judge.

“You’ve been working all week right? Any more run-ins with Mr Kim?”

As soon as he said it, her eyes went to his arm. Now that he was wearing a t-shirt, she could clearly make out the mark from the cigarette, the burn still not completely healed, and even then, it looked like it might scar.

“I should be the one asking you that, you know.”

She saw him glance down at his arm too. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“No, I likely won’t see him again for a while, thank god.” She frowned, still disappointed that he was so reluctant to talk about it. “What about you though? Do you work with him a lot?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” He still looked uncomfortably serious, but he perked up in less than a second as he pulled into the garage of his building. “But that’s just showbiz baby.”

He was so nonchalant about it, and left no room for her to protest, so she simply allowed him to lead her up to his beautiful apartment once again.

She hadn’t given too much thought as to what drugs Baekhyun had planned for them to take that day, pretty much assuming that it would be mushrooms again, or maybe some weed or molly. But after digging around a bit in one of his kitchen drawers, he pulled out an envelope containing a small piece of colorful paper, with perforated lines criss-crossing it, dividing it into smaller pieces still. She’s never seen it in person before, but quickly recognized it as LSD.

Just like the time before, he saw the hesitance on her face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Last time everything ended up fine, and we had a great time, didn’t we?”

“I know we did, but this is different isn’t it? I really don’t want it to be too much or something and start freaking out.”

He sighed, setting the envelope back down on the counter and coming to her, leaning in for a quick kiss. “It’s just the two of us here, no interruptions, no obligations, just you, and me. I won’t let anything bad happen. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell me and I’ll do whatever it is you need me to to help you calm back down. That day at Chanyeol's house was the most… at peace, I’ve felt in a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot about that day, and what we talked about, that’s why I want to try this with you.”

“You haven’t done this before either?”

“No, I have, but it’s been a while, I don’t remember much of it.”

“Why don’t you remember it?”

“It's a long story, but I don’t remember much from that time of my life in general.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d said the wrong thing, she looked uncomfortable again.

“Y/n, sweetheart.” He cooed, and her eyes met his, feeling his warm hands intertwining with her own. “You don’t have to do anything, and I don’t want to pressure you, this is just something I’ve had on my mind lately. I still want to get to know you better.”

“Is it not possible to do that without getting high?”

“Of course it is, but you know what I mean.”

She thought back to the day they'd had out at Chanyeol’s house, and she understood what he was saying. “Okay maybe.”

“So what do you say, hm?” His hands ran down her shoulders, then her arms, eyes never leaving hers. The slight tilt of his head and the way he looked at her with his best puppy eyes ruined any ability she might’ve had to reason with herself.

“Alright, if you’re sure it’s a good idea.”

He grinned, and finally he was kissing her, really kissing her, not like the little peck from earlier. His tongue slipped past her lips, and his hand held her face to his own. It didn’t take long for her to start feeling weak in the knees.

As he pulled away he turned to the counter, grabbing the envelope again. He tore off two of the little squares of paper, placing one on his own tongue, and the other on hers.

“What now?”

He shrugged, “It'll start to kick in in about an hour, have you eaten? I can order us something, or see what I have here.”

They ended up making breakfast together, and she was surprised by how sweet he was being to her, even more so than usual. It didn't just feel like the usual flirtation that went on with him. Despite not being much of a cook himself, he did his best to help out, and the way he rested his chin on her shoulder, singing softly in her ear as she stood in front of the stove, made her heart flutter. When she was done he thanked her, and told her time and time again how great the meal was.

By the time they were done eating, she realized she was starting to feel the effects of the drug. Colors were becoming more vibrant, and patterns would start to move if she looked at them for long enough. It wasn't entirely dissimilar from the mushrooms, but it was definitely still different, especially the way her body felt.

Baekhyun must've noticed the way she was staring off at things, or just the unusually large size of her pupils, since he asked, “how are you feeling?”

“I'm not sure.. kind of weird.”

“Come here.”

He led her to the big cozy looking couch in his living room, facing the windows overlooking the river. He sat down, and she followed suit, resting between his spread legs, leaning her head back on his chest. Some music began to play, and even though they were just sitting there, she felt like her mind was going into overdrive.

If the mushrooms made her feel heavy, more in touch with nature, LSD was the opposite. She was buzzing, electric, almost. It wasn't unpleasant, but she didn't exactly enjoy it either.

“Are you okay? Your heart is racing.”

She wouldn't have even realized it if he hadn't brought it up, but he was right.

“I.. don't know.”

“Y/n, baby.”

She turned around, until she was basically laying on top of him on the couch, facing him.

His pupils somehow grew even larger when her eyes met his, and for a good minute, neither of them could look away. The rest of his face looked just as inviting. His skin smooth and sunkissed, pretty features in perfect harmony. And then there were his lips. Soft, pink, asking to be kissed. Eventually she gave into the temptation, and their lips collided.

That was a feeling she had not been prepared for, even in the slightest.

It was like the excitement of kissing him for the very first time, that night at the club, had come rushing back tenfold.

It was he who eventually pulled away, still looking at her with a bit of concern. “You're shaking.”

He took one of her hands that had been resting on his chest into his own, further confirming his previous words.

“Did that not feel crazy for you too?”

The way she looked at him, eyes wide, panting and shaking at the intensity of it, made his chest swell with pride. Any concern he showed quickly melted away as he grinned back at her. “Kiss me again.”

He didn't have to ask twice. She pressed her lips to his without hesitation, moaning into the feeling as waves of euphoria washed over her.

Baekhyun, too, could feel how much more intense it was, kissing her and touching her with the added excitement the drug offered. The MDMA as well as the mushrooms had given a similar effect, but not nearly to the same degree.

While the mushrooms had made him sentimental, wanting to hold her, feel the way her chest rose and fell in sync with his own, the LSD made him ravenous. Sex, while high on mushrooms, didn't even seem possible. The overall heaviness of the body high simply didn't feel sexy, but now he could think of nothing else.

But Baekhyun knew that they had all day, and was in no rush. For what could've been anything from several minutes to a few hours, the drug blurring time into irrelevance, they simply laid there, lips pressing together again and again, until he pushed his tongue past her lips, smiling into it when she once again moaned at the newfound depth of the kiss. With both hands on her waist he felt the way she continued to shake, overwhelmed by the new sensations.

Not wanting to overwhelm her too much, and still enjoying the onset of the drug, Baekhyun eventually pulled away, standing up from the couch, with her following.

He leaned in, forehead resting against hers with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Wanna dance?”

She smiled back at him and nodded, and soon the room was full of music, something sexy that would make them want to move.

With one hand in his own he twirled her around, placing himself behind her, hands on her hips as they both swayed to the beat. The heat of his chest pressed to her back and his words in her ear as he sang along further heightened how intoxicated she already was. The room around her appeared to melt and shift in a colorful whirlwind, though she didn’t mind it, still more focused on the man behind her than anything else. With the music pulsating through her, his body pressed to hers, she gave into it, even tearing up a little as she kept moving her body. This was the definition of euphoria, she thought. It simply couldn’t get any better than this, the rush of it all so overwhelming that it moved her to tears.

When she spun around in his arms, attaching her lips to his own, she saw fireworks behind her eyelids, colorful bursts filling her vision even as her eyes were closed. Every touch of his hands brought waves of delight that surged through her without even an ounce of reluctance. Baekhyun noticed her tears, but he could feel it too, not questioning even for a second if they came from anything but pure happiness.

She let out a yelp when he momentarily broke away before scooping her up in his arms, and carrying her into the bedroom.

Baekhyun, too, felt the burning need for more, seeming almost frantic in the way he laid her down, wasting not a single second before slotting himself between her legs.

He was on fire, his tongue in her mouth, dancing with her own as he tugged on her clothes with a kind of impatience she’d never seen before. He thought he would be able to stay patient, savor the feeling and enjoy her with some restraint, but he now saw how wrong he’d been. With the high at it’s full intensity, he was insatiable, he wanted every piece of her, the craving for more so intense even he began to lose it, hands shaking as he got the clothes off her body. First her shirt, then her pants, and eventually her bra, all thrown haphazardly across the room, no care for anything but the need for more skin.

She arched into him, pushing her hands past his shirt, her touch against his bare abdomen bringing a gasp from him. After one more heated kiss he sat up, pulling the fabric over his head and fussing with his belt, finally getting that off as well. When he leaned back in, he didn’t kiss her, instead, he found himself taking her face in his hand, staring.

“So beautiful… You make me feel so fucking crazy, you have no idea.”

His eyes kept scanning her face, taking her in all he could, the way his words made her lip quiver, the blush on her cheeks, it was all perfection, the high adding an aura of effervescence. To him, she was glimmering, sparkling.

“You’ve been making me crazy ever since I met you.” She answered, knowing she was just as insane for him.

His lips pressed themselves to hers, this time though, something felt different to him. He felt himself almost start to tear up, though he fought it off, not wanting her to see the way it all overwhelmed him, too. The emotions roared to a new peak, making him sentimental, kissing her deeper, in love with the way her hands on his back pressed him further into her, never wanting her warmth to leave him, not then, not ever, as far as he was concerned.

“You’re mine, baby, mine.”

The words were pressed into the side of her neck between kisses, and when her voice failed her, all she could do was nod.

“I want to hear you say it.”

She tried to get it out, she really did, but when his fingers briefly met the waistband of her underwear the words got caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

He moved slowly, hungry lips making their way down her neck, spending some time nipping at the sensitive area near her collarbone, before finally giving attention to her bare chest. His hands too squeezed and pinched at the sensitive skin where his lips couldn’t reach, and the sounds she made were music to his ears, though he still wanted to hear those words more than anything else.

“Fuck, say it, please.”

“I’m yours.”

By that point the onslaught of emotion had completely overpowered her, simply giving into the way he touched her, too far gone to even think, making it near impossible to form words. It was all like a dream, his touch combined with the high whisking her away to another plane of existence, one where she could do little more than lay back, shaking, gasping, taking in the waves of pleasure that came her way. The weight of him between her thighs and his mouth and fingers as they teased her nipples felt like heaven and hell all at once, both divine and almost frighteningly tempting. He could see it in the way she looked up at him, eyes glazed over, nothing behind them but desire, a deep yearning for more, even if she couldn’t express it, the intensity rendering her speechless.

In the back of her mind she realized the staggering difference between how he acted then compared to every other time they'd been in bed together. She felt the urgency in the way he touched her, hands that were usually so steady, so confident, now shaking, along with his unsteady breaths. Never before had he voiced such possessiveness either, though it didn't feel out of place in the slightest. She knew she belonged to him, no other man would ever be able to compare. He was so exhilarating, she felt that the piece of paper she'd had was nothing, the real drug was him.

She was already out of her mind, and his hand had yet to venture between her legs. With his mouth still on her chest, kissing and nibbling and sucking at the soft curves, he slowly began to venture south, each kiss on her stomach adding more fuel to the fire within her. When his fingers finally hooked themselves into the waistband, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing off her body, a loud moan fell from her lips. She lay there underneath him, panting, mind in a whirlwind, completely exposed, waiting for more.

Baekhyun was eager to deliver. His mouth went straight in, licking up the wetness he’d coaxed from her thus far, the feeling of his tongue incessantly flicking her clit making her hips push against his face, pleading with him for more. The taste made him groan, vibrations coursing through her, his lips and tongue bringing her close to release quicker than she knew possible. From the very first touch she’s already lost control, twitching and nearly screaming at the strength of her own desire. It was all too much, the tension leaving her helpless to his touch, fingers in his hair as she came on his tongue in mere minutes.

The orgasm washed over her like a rushing waterfall, knocking any rational thought from her mind as she shook and gasped. It was a new experience completely, the added rush of her high bending her mind into an unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. Finally prying her eyes open to look down at him between her legs, the smirk present on his wet lips was pure eroticism, his handsome face a work of art. The onslaught of her high had been so paralyzing she hadn’t even noticed the substantial volume of her moans, not until Baekhyun commented,

“My baby can’t help being loud for me, hm?”

A whine escaped her, anticipation building even further as Baekhyun stripped off the last of his clothes. He reclaimed his place between her thighs, looking down at her flushed face, basking in the warmth of the moment as they both stared, entranced. The beads of sweat on his face appeared more like precious pearls, lips a soft pink pillow, eyes of deep chocolate brown, baiting her to get lost. Even with the way the drug made everything shift and twist about, he stayed still, shining, glowing, illuminating her entire world.

He leaned in, kissing her with an unexpected tenderness, soft lips moving with hers gently, almost carefully. When he pulled back his forehead rested against her own, eyes fixed on hers.

“Do you want more?”

She nodded without any hesitation, and the smile on his handsome face was enough for more butterflies to erupt within her. By that point she was dripping, throbbing, wanting nothing more than to finally feel him inside.

“Can you say it for me?”

“Please, Baekhyun. I want - I need- more. Fuck, please.”

Her eyes were filled with greed and impatience as she watched him grab the packet from the nightstand and roll a condom onto himself, wondering how he was still able to keep it together enough to even consider such a thing. The room continued to dance and shift about in a dream like kaleidoscope as he moved himself over her again, both an anchor and a source of even greater insanity to her.

When she felt him finally push inside, it was like she was experiencing it for the very first time. Now chest to chest, fully flush, surrounded by him completely, she felt herself break. The tears were back, and with every push of his hips into her, sparks filled her distorted vision. She tried to look up at him, but her eyes felt heavy, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of him above her, and inside her.

Baekhyun was no better off. The drug amplified everything to such a degree that he too found himself letting go of any restraint, letting the high take him wherever it so pleased. His moans, and the ever increasing cadence of his thrusts told her just how affected he was, too. She began to move with him, rolling her body into his more or less involuntarily, just wanting to feel more of him, and he did all he could to deliver.

When his eyes finally met hers again, his thumb moved to wipe away the tears, though they only communicated to him her immense and paralyzing delight. The way she looked up at him encouraged him further, his hips hitting her more deeply, savoring the feeling every time he entered her, again and again.

The drug had overpowered her senses so entirely, that the lines, the boundary between herself and him began to fade into obscurity, she was a part of him, and he, a part of her. She sensed his pleasure, and felt it in her own body, the same way she knew he felt her, too. They melted together, the high and the closeness of being so intimately connected merging them into one.

Every time he filled her, she felt him brush against that delicious spot deep inside that made her tremble. He was perfection, beyond perfection, even. Having him there with her, enjoying her as she enjoyed him, whisked them away to a different form of reality. Their shared altered consciousness made it all so much heavier, more real than any sexual experience they could have while sober. This was how it was always supposed to be, they were both sure of it.

His hand clutching her face brought her eyes back to his, whimpering at his intense gaze.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

“You.” She replied weakly, barely able to get the word out.

“Say it again.”

“You- Baekhyun, oh my god.”

Her words stirred up a whirlwind inside him, his lips latching themselves onto the spot on her neck that made her weakest. The pace of his thrusts picked up even more, and she felt her whole body start to tingle, starting from the tips of her toes moving up her body in waves, until she was consumed by it, and again, she fell.

This orgasm was somehow even better than the last, leaving her shaking, gasping, seemingly tearing apart every atom in her body, and then putting her back together again. Her vision went white, arching, twitching, moaning and completely out of her damn mind as he kept fucking her through it, until he too reached his peak.

When it happened for him, he kissed her with such force, such passion, that she couldn’t breathe, though she didn’t feel she needed to anyway. His affection felt more crucial than oxygen, happily accepting his lips as she floated slowly back to her altered state of reality.

They both lay in the aftermath of the near religious experience they just shared, sweating, panting, still pressed to each other as they recovered from the profoundly overpowering encounter that the drug turned their passion into.

Even after several minutes had passed, she was still dizzy, still unable to come to terms with how incredible Baekhyun had just made her feel.

“I love you.” She whispered, thoughtless, the otherworldly memory of it all and his possessive words drifting through her mind. For a while, he didn’t respond, and she didn’t expect him to. It didn’t feel like some sort of big confession, just what the drug and the height of the moment naturally pulled from her lips.

“I..” he paused, becoming tense, eyes digging into her own. “What?”

The harsh change in his tone snapped her back to reality, and she realized her mistake.

“No- shit, I didn’t mean that-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He said, sitting up, eyes squeezed shut with a pained expression now on his face.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out in the moment.” She looked at him, worry turning to panic as the look on his face slowly turned into one of anger.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.” He said again, this time raising his voice, eyes still shut, refusing to look at her.

She started to sit up, tears welling in her eyes, though this time they didn’t come from a good place at all.

“But, you said you wouldn’t let anything bad happen, I’m sorry, I just- I-”

When he finally did meet her eyes, they were hard and mean, not softening at all even at the sight of her tears.

“You can’t be here anymore. Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

“Baekhyun, please, I can't just leave, I'm sorry, really. Please.” She begged, but he wasn't having any of it.

“I said get the fuck out of my apartment. Right fucking now.”

She'd never seen that look on his face before, her shock and upset morphing into fear.

With that she got up, stumbling as she gathered her clothes, leaving his room in a disoriented haze as she got herself dressed, crying harder and harder as the seconds ticked by. The bright colors had turned dark and dull and the patterns that before swirled around so beautifully turned sharp, frightening in their unpredictability. She was delirious as she passed the threshold to his apartment, the hallway seeming to close in on her as she struggled toward the elevator. Luckily nobody saw her as she left the building, eventually collapsing onto a nearby bench under the midday sun, surrounded by the bustling city.

As her eyes squeezed shut she only saw his face, twisted in anger as he told her to leave. It haunted her, though she didn’t want to face the city either, the cacophony of cars and other people entirely too much to handle. She had to get home, and with no other real option, she pulled out her phone, struggling with it for a minute before finally managing to call her best friend.

“Suhyun?”

“Hi! I thought you were gonna be with Baekhyun all day, is everything all right?”

“No…” she said, voice shaking, and even from over the phone Suhyun could tell that something was very wrong.

“Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?”

“I- I don't know, I need you to come get me.”

“Where are you?”

“I don't know, I'm sitting in front of his building, he kicked me out.”

“He did what? You sound weird, what's going on?”

“He gave me drugs, I don't know what to do, I can barely use my phone, I can't take the subway, you have to come get me.”

Suhyun had known her friend long enough to know that something awful had happened, and needed to get there as soon as possible.

“Okay, just stay where you are, I can check your location and come to you, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

She nodded, and her friend on the phone grew even more worried.

“Y/n?”

“Yes! I'm on a bench. I won't move. Please hurry.” Her voice unsteady with the onslaught of tears still pouring out of her.

To make sure her friend was safe, Suhyun stayed on the phone with her until she pulled up, pulling her into the car before making her way towards her friend's apartment.

She was crying quietly to herself in the passenger seat, trying to focus on what was going on outside the window, but still ending up squeezing her eyes shut again and again, seeing his face glaring back at her, making her heart sting every time.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Finally she looked over at Suhyun, and she saw in her eyes that she wasn't in her normal state of mind, growing more and more worried by the minute.

She just shook her head, too overwhelmed to get a word out as the sobs ran through her.

The day had been so perfect, and because of a few little words he'd seemingly snapped, becoming a completely different person. The harshness with which he'd told her to get out kept replaying, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried. His face and his words had etched themselves into her mind, the drug making it all so much more horrible.

They eventually reached her apartment, and Suhyun tucked her into bed, holding her, asking once again, “what happened?”

“He wanted to do LSD together,” she eventually choked out “and we- we had sex, and I felt so insane after, I said I love you to him, just because of how crazy it all felt, and he lost it, and yelled at me that I had to get out.”

“He kicked you out of his apartment knowing you were on drugs?”

She nodded.

“Are you still really high? How bad is it? ”

“I could barely work my phone to call you. All I can see when I close my eyes is his face when he yelled at me to get out but when they're open everything is moving and looks like it's about to attack me. It's awful, I just want this to stop already.”

Suhyun stroked her hair as she cried, comforting her, but was growing more and more angry as well. She decided it would be best to take her phone for a while, worried Baekhyun would try to contact her and make things even worse. She took it from where her friend had discarded it on the bed, sliding it into her pocket.

She stayed like that for hours, just keeping her friend company, talking to her, doing her best to reassure her, seeing the way pain and fear consumed her. When she felt the phone start to vibrate she made an excuse to leave the room, and sure enough, it was him.

“Y/n, I'm so-”

“This is her friend. She can't talk to you right now.”

“I need to talk to her, give her her phone back.” She could hear the desperation in his voice, but she didn't care.

“No. She's fucking wrecked because of you. You threw her out onto the street while she was high out of her goddamn mind. She could've gotten arrested for Christ's sake, all because of your selfish bullshit. If you care about her even in the slightest, and genuinely want what's best for her, you're going to leave her alone. For good. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life even more.”

“Please-”

“Goodbye.”

Suhyun ended the call, cutting him off. When he called again and again, she put the phone on mute, deleting every trace of his trying to contact her. The last thing her friend needed was more of him.

At home in his apartment, Baekhyun cursed himself, nearly throwing the phone into a wall. Unbeknownst to both of the girls, he wasn’t much better off.

Those three words had set something off inside him. His high took an awful turn as he watched her leave the apartment, overcome with anger, but mostly, fear. When he called and couldn’t get through to her, it got even worse. Suhyun’s warning to stay away frustrated him beyond belief, but as much as he wanted to talk to her, he had no clue what he would even say, he couldn’t even understand his own feelings.

The guilt and confusion turned the rest of his day into a living nightmare, hoping that he’d somehow still be able to win her back. However as the hours passed, he did come to a realization.

It wasn’t her words that had caused him to suddenly become so agitated, it was the fact that he’d almost said it back.

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It's a blessing and it's a curse part 3 sneak peak!

Note:There may be spelling errors because I proof-read this right before I'm about to (hopefully) sleep so it may not be the best. I may also change it slightly before I post the full thing cause the rest of the chapter will be fluff(aswell as a bit of fluff before this too)

Heading towards the door Y/N hears a few muffled voices from outside now even more confused on who it could be, who would need multiple people to pick up a parcel? "Hey, I've got your-" Y/N says as she opens the door before noticing who's there. "Oh, hi? What are you doing here?" She asks incredibly confused.

Janis smiles and says "we're watching a movie at Cady's house, do you want to join?"

Hesitating for a moment Y/N says "I'm really sorry I can't I've got, um, homework to do. Yeah homework, I really want to finish it before my mum gets home."

Damian and Janis glance at each other seeming to know something, but what? Y/N wonders if they realised she's bluffing. "Oh, OK well we just thought we would ask because you seem pretty cool and we don't really talk as much as we should." Damian says with a smile.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it, I'm just really busy tonight but I'd be down to hang out another day?" Y/N offers, genuinely happy they want to be her friends but also really wanting them to leave.

The pair nod and smile before Janis says "That's alright, see you at school next week?"

"Yeah, definitely. See you!" Y/N says with a smile as Janis and Damian turn to leave.

After Y/N closes the door Damian asks "Did she have a lipstick print on her cheek?"

"I think so"

#regina george x reader #mean girls musical #reneé rapp #mean girls #it's a blessing and it's a curse #sneak peek #my writing

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mylovelies-docx · 10 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 8

I apologize for not posting last week. How about this longer chapter to make up for it?

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: First day of HYDRA work, social gatherings

Word Count: 2,270

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[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7]

The next morning dawned bright and chilly. You only know this because you happened to pass by a window covered in frost on your way to one of the HYDRA labs within the facility.

Your first few hours on site had you running through various tests and exams to study your mental capacity and knowledge on the interest that HYDRA holds in the biology field. There was nothing shocking or unexpected that your new supervisors asked you, but the implications of what they expect from you sends shivers down your spine. You studied and memorized and read for weeks in preparation for this assignment last year, and you’re so glad that your brain retains this kind of information like a sponge – you’d have been disposed of on the spot if your background hadn’t checked out.

But now you’ve ‘officially’ joined HYDRA. The thought leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but you wash it down with the knowledge that what you’re doing is going to help the world by eliminating whatever disgusting and horrible work is being done here.

The plan is to spend as much time as it takes to gain HYDRA’s confidence in your abilities and allow you access to the higher level projects – the world-ending projects. This could take weeks. Or months. Hopefully not years? Being Bucky’s sister for that long would drive you insane.

“You,” a scientist snaps from behind their desk as you pass their open office door. You stop in your tracks and peer into the dingy office, noticing scuff marks and mysterious stains on the floor. The man’s desk has every square inch covered in files and papers. So much so that there is a noticeable curvature on the desktop, the cheap material unable to handle the amount of weight it has been subjected to over the years.

“Yes, sir?” you inquire.

He refuses to look up from his work, instead opting to dangle a set of keys from his fingers in your direction. “Go and grab the files for project 0B276HG21 in storage room C.”

Repeating the string of numbers and letters in your head, you take the keys from his outstretched hand and make your way to the storage room. There are so many rooms within the facility that you would be lost without the information your informant sent the team. But even with it, the facility has undergone changes since the last facility plans were uploaded, so you run into dead ends where there should be access doors.

You can only hope that your experience and knowledge will allow you to work your way up quickly – you don’t know how long you can stand to be a lackey. You roll your eyes at the errands you’ve had to run so far, but you know that the new person never gets given the big jobs on the first day.

And so the rest of the shift passes in the same manner and you arrive back at your and Bucky’s house with little energy and even less information.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” Bucky reassures. “Slow and steady wins the race, right?”

“That’s such a stupid fable,” you grumble. “The hare would have won if it didn’t have such an inflated ego.”

Bucky grins at your disgruntled face before you flop your head backwards to rest. You release a sigh and relax further into the couch where you collapsed after walking in the front door, relieved to smell dinner simmering away on the stove since you arrived home later than expected and hadn’t had the opportunity to grab lunch.

You tilt your head and watch as Bucky shuffles around the kitchen. He’s long since showered after his time at the repair shop: his hair nearly dry and the strands sticking out in a way that you know he tousled it with his towel and let it finish air drying. The new shorter strands allowed for the minimal work to pay off in dividends because it was damn near impossible to remember how soft his hair used to be and not be able to run your fingers through it now.

Your fingers itch to reach out, but you grip the cushion instead. No one said that this would be easy. Well, no one has said it’d be anything because Nat’s mission has her radio silent and Wanda is busy spending time with Vis for you to complain about your one-sided love with someone who doesn’t know the feeling. You know that if they knew what was happening right now, they’d be plying you with ideas on how to survive this mission with minimal heartbreak.

“The food is done,” Bucky says as he gathers plates and utensils to set the table. “Are you coming in here or do you want me to bring you a bowl?”

Unfortunately, your best friends aren’t available to provide their wisdom, so here you are: suffering in silence with no outlet.

“I’ll be there in a second,” you respond. You unclench your fist from the couch’s fabric and stretch out your stiff fingers. Rising from your seat, you make your way into the kitchen and take a seat at the table as Bucky brings the pot over from the stove. You stare intently into the soup as Bucky ladles it into a bowl and sets it in front of you.

“Did something happen today?” he questions with a worried expression.

“You know HYDRA,” you tiredly reply. Looking up into his eyes for the first time this evening, you see the crease between his brows and mentally slap yourself. “I’m fine, Bucky. They don’t have me working on anything specific yet.”

“I know,” he says, “but just be careful with those people, okay?”

You smile up at him and nod your head, your heart squeezing in your chest.

You’re both silent through dinner with the exception of your compliments on Bucky’s cooking. It’s hard to clear the air after bringing up HYDRA and their actions, even in the vaguest way.

***

The week stretches on for an eternity, but eventually Saturday rolls around and you and Bucky prepare to meet the neighborhood.

You arrive at the restaurant right on time. Light pours from the windows and the snow on the ground glistens gold. As soon as you open the car door, you hear laughter and chatter forcing their way through the walls.

“I hate entering a party where everybody is already best friends with each other and then you’re left standing there like a loner,” you decry, already dreading the feeling of ‘otherness’ you will be experiencing in a few short moments.

“You’re not a loner,” Bucky laughs. “You make friends as easily as breathing.”

“Not true,” you counter. “I can make ‘friends’ with strangers, but it’s never anything real. I’m a spy, remember? It’s literally life or death to get people to like me.”

“Trust me, doll,” Bucky says as he looks intently at you from across the car. “People can’t help but love you.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you hope the light from the restaurant isn’t bright enough to reveal them to Bucky. The feelings squirming around in your stomach feel suspiciously like hope, and you can’t have that. You deflect any seriousness by laughing off Bucky’s comment.

“Tell that to all the people I’ve thrown in prison.”

Bucky calls your name with some disappointment and a slight frown on his face. You shrug your shoulders and motion towards the entrance. “It’s time to head inside. Come on.”

You walk away from him and lead the way into the building. Upon opening the door, a blast of warm, humid air hits you. The smell of beer and sweat sweeps up your nostrils, and the interior design reminds you more of a local dive bar than a restaurant. But everyone is laughing and having a good time, so you plaster a smile on your face and look around for the Gretens.

You see Christopher speaking to a short, skinny man, deep in conversation and barely acknowledging anyone else. Tessa stands in a corner surrounded by three other women, all of them laughing and having a good time. Bucky walks up behind you as you stand in the doorway and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Divide and conquer?” he asks. You nod your head and make your way over to the group of women.

When you’re within ten feet of her, Tessa notices you. She beams at you and raises her hand to usher you closer.

“Ladies!” Tessa introduces. “Meet our newest neighbor!”

A round of introductions follows and you can’t help but admire how blatantly obvious these women are about their curiosity. Tessa seems to have already told them everything she knows about you, but they have to ask their own questions.

“And where’s that brother of yours?” one of them asks. “Tessa’s told us how handsome he is! I’ve got a daughter I’ve been trying to get out of the house for ages.”

You laugh through the twist of your guts, replying merrily, “Oh, I’m sure he’d appreciate the introduction.”

Before the woman can demand a personal introduction, Tessa interrupts when the entrance opens once again and lets in a blast of cold air.

“Petre!” She performs the same waving hand motion that brought you over earlier to the new arrival. “Come here!”

Glancing back, you see a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes making his way over to you. He stops in front of Tessa and wraps her in a quick hug.

“This is my son, Petre. Petre, this is our neighbor.”

Petre greets you warmly. “Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you. My mother hasn’t stopped talking about you since you moved in.”

You giggle when Tessa pats his arm roughly and shake his proffered hand. His skin is warm and dry, the skin on the back of his knuckles chapped from the winter weather. Tessa not-so-subtly draws the other women away from you and Petre and into another conversation, leaving you to speak with each other.

“Your mother seems to think we’d make a good pair,” you comment with a glance over at her.

“Ah, yes,” Petre says while fiddling with his shirt sleeves. “She’s been introducing me to every woman of marrying age. I think she’s afraid I’ll end up alone.”

You can’t help but laugh at his deprecating tone of voice. “We’re young – we’ve still got time.”

“Try telling her that,” he responds. “Being 30 and unmarried is one of the worst things you can be in her eyes.”

You chat with Petre between introductions for the next couple of hours. He sticks close by his mother which keeps him close to you, as Tessa demands everyone that walks by to greet you. Countless faces come and go, but there seems to be someone missing.

You turn to Tessa when the party seems to be winding down and a few people have started to leave. “Where’s your daughter?” you question.

“Kerri and Chrissie are right over there,” she nods, indicating the two young women in a cluster a few feet from you.

“Yes, I remember them from a little while ago. Where’s your other daughter? Sasha?”

At this, Tessa’s face drops and Petre looks at her worriedly. He places his arm around his mother’s shoulders and brings her into his side. “She’s not well,” Petre answers for his mother. “She has been sick for a while now.”

“Oh. Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s – it’s alright,” Tessa responds with a sorrowful smile. “She’s at home. Resting.”

“Well I hope she gets better soon,” you reply hopefully. Petre and Tessa nod tersely before steering the conversation off to something else.

It isn’t long after that when you feel Bucky sidle up next to you. He places his hand on your upper arm and pulls you closer into his side. “You ready to go?” he questions.

You hum and say your goodbyes to the people standing around you, promising to come out with Tessa to more gatherings. You and Bucky make your way back out into the cold night, the moon full and bright in the sky.

The car doors close behind you and Bucky starts the engine. You rumble along the road for a few minutes before Bucky says anything.

“Who were you talking to all night?” he asks you.

“Ah.” You sigh. “That was Tessa’s eldest son. The one she mentioned at dinner.”

“And?” he prompts.

“And…?”

“You were with him all night – what was he like? Anything seem off with him?”

You’re not exactly sure what Bucky is getting at, as he’d been talking with a couple of the same people throughout the night as well. “Well no, but it’s not like I could dig any deeper than surface level with so many people coming in and out of the conversation.”

Bucky hums noncommittally. You furrow your brow, but brush it off. “Did you find anything out from Christopher?”

“Not really. I did notice that one of his daughters wasn’t there tonight. Sarah?”

“Sasha,” you correct. “And no, I asked about her, as well. Petre and Tessa seemed really bothered when I brought her up: apparently she’s been pretty sick lately.”

“How sick?” Bucky asks.

“I’m not sure. It didn’t seem like they wanted to talk about it, though.”

“You think she’s been sick enough to require hospital stays?” he proposes, leading the conversation towards what could have possibly happened to the family’s financials that has lead to their worn down clothing and home.

“It’s worth looking into, isn’t it?”

Part 9

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luvmmarner · 9 months

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ANDREI SVECHNIKOV - HATE HATE HATE

This was written for @comphy-and-cozy apart of the summer fic exchange! I know it’s really short the next few chapters will have over 7000 words. I was rushing to get everything mapped out and I changed and rechanged so much shit! I restarted 5 times and I restarted like a week ago because nothing made sense, but now I have a whole plot mapped out and everything! There will be 10 chapters so no need to worry! This is more like a prologue! I promise! I decided to make it a readers pov however I’ll post many other povs in the behind the scenes readers name and stuff like that. Hopefully that makes sense! (It’s 1AM help me deal lord)

A big thank you for @wyattjohnston for letting me be apart of this and I’m so so sorry for delaying this for so much days. Holy crap! I promise I’ll get all the chapters out as soon as possible.

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Word count: 1K

TW: reader gets drugged (that’s it nothing bad)

It was immediately obvious that you detested him after you had your first encounter with him. You felt frustrated by his arrogant and excessively confident demeanour. You were unable to comprehend how your brother Sebastian Aho initially connected with him. Both of them were interested in different things, with the exception of the fact that they were both on the Carolina Hurricanes and loved to play hockey.

You hated him or did you?

enemies to lovers + brothers best friend

If it wasn’t the sunlight waking you up it was your brother and his loud obnoxious friends over. Today was the same as every other day since their shouts were so loud that they resonated throughout the walls, and the buzzing of your alarm clock didn't help matters either.

“Wake up and come downstairs sleeping beauty” you heard your brother Sebastian call from all the way downstairs. All you could do was groan at the request. You didn't want to get out of bed, nor did you feel like getting out of it. Even if you didn't have to work today, all you intended to do was relax and take it easy.

You decided to listen to the voices downstairs and suddenly recognized a voice that you had never heard before. The voice had an accent that was anything but typical of someone from North America. It was abundantly evident that whoever it was, they were from Europe.

When you had been considering whether or not you should go downstairs, you heard some movement coming up the stairs.You believed it was your brother at first, but when a hand caressed your back, you were taken aback.

The voice asked, "What are you doing in the middle of the hallway, young one," as his touch was still lingering before it finally moved away from you.

"First of all, I'm not young, and second of all, who are you?" You shot back your response using the most condescending tone you were capable of producing.

"My name is Andrei. And yours? Actually you don’t need to say I already know it and regardless I’m just going to call you young one." When he had finally turned around to face you, he inquired.

There was no denying the fact that he had a stunning appearance. It was obvious that he was much taller than you, and his perfume smelled like a combination of apple cider and pumpkins. His accent did not help matters either; it just added to the hotness of him.

“Don’t call me that ever again." You responded back, clearly irritated by the way he called you young one. You weren’t young by any means and just because you lived with your brother doesn’t mean you were.

“Cool well I could careless what you have to say by the way your brother asked for you to come downstairs. I'll see you down there once you decide to stop staring at me.” Andrei said in a cocky voice which just made you even more irritated and mad. Who does he think he is calling you out like that.

“I wasn’t staring” You told him as he chuckled and turn away down the stairs. You heard him say “Sure sure sure.” Before his voice disappeared alongside many other voices in the house.

Your brother yelled at you as you made your way downstairs, telling you to come sit down and introduce yourself to the others.

“Come here and introduce yourself, these are my friends I train with.” It was said by your brother Sebastian.

You responded to the request by rolling your eyes.

You sat down on the sofa immediately crossing your legs and staring at the guy in front of you. The guy I you just had an interaction with the guy who called you “young one”

She shouldn't be sitting with us, she can't be more than 5 or something," Andrei said. Inquiring while casting a sideways glance at your brother, Sebastian then joined the others in what appeared to be a simultaneous fit of laughter.

You had no choice but to hurry back to your room because there was nothing else you could do. You weren’t going to sit there as he kept making fun of you/ if one thing wasn’t obvious is that you had a strong dislike for him.

It was unlike any other typical day that had come before. You happened to be invited to join the girls as they headed out to the club to celebrate Brianna's engagement.

You and your friends came to the conclusion that the best way to celebrate would be to first go to a pub and then go home.

You had a difficult time choosing between the dresses, but in the end, you went with the glittering silver dress that was covered with beads all over it and was only slightly shorter than the others.

You didn't give a second thought to whether or not it would be a good idea to wear it, particularly given the fact that you were a female in the company of a large number of other females; nonetheless, since you didn't even give it a second thought, you simply slipped it on and joined the girls in the car.

As soon as you arrived at the club and were able to enter, you made your way straight to the bar and placed an order with the bartender for several alcoholic beverages. You acknowledged their kindness and then turned to look for your friends, but on the way, you were unlucky enough to run into someone.

Their hands grasped your waist to prevent you from falling to the ground. Once you made it to your feet their hand didn’t leave yours.

“Woah watch where you're going young one.” The voice said. You didn’t even need to think twice who it was. You knew it was Andrei. The cocky European voice was a clear indicator.

“Are you following me or something? Are you obsessed?” You said as irritation ran through your veins. You detested his arrogant grin as well as how he spoke with utmost cockiness you’ve ever heard before.

He paid you no mind, instead emitting nothing more than a muffled murmur as he drank from his glass. You made the decision that you weren't going to let that dampen your spirits, and instead you were going to have the best night it was even possible for you to have. You set your drink down and proceeded straight to the dance floor after doing so.

You danced for a few minutes, then went back to your drink to have a few more sips of it before joining your friends for some more dancing.

You were immediately overcome with feelings of lightheadedness and dizziness upon dancing for quite some time, it was to the point where you found it difficult to stand. Your vision suddenly went black and you were sure that someone had caught you before it became completely dark.

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juvenillia · 8 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 02: too close

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

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a/n: this is the first time for me writing something like this, so bare with me if the actions scenes are a bit sloppy, I'll get the hang of it, idc about the actual height of reader, but we're at least the smallest in the group, also little extra note: I'll go on vacation upcoming Saturday and won't be able to write for two weeks, I try really hard atm to prepare as much chapters as possible for the time ahead

CW/TW: mentions of canon violence, smoking, closing off due mental illness

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The first beams of sunlight broke through the window just above the bed. Your eyes trailing over the rays of light that were dancing on the ceiling. You lay awake for what felt like eternity. The night was somehow restless, again. By now you committed to a few hours of sleep. As few as possible but as much as necessary. Keeping the risk low to trigger your nightmares. Keeping the chance low to have to look into his eyes again. A lump was forming in your throat while you let your thoughts roam back and forth. Maybe you should learn about a thing called power-napping, you read it in a magazine some time ago while sitting in a coffee shop. It really could save you one day.

With that thought you pushed yourself out of bed. Putting on a casual sports fit. Now that the sun was finally up, there was no need any more to stay in bed. You put a cap on, pulled your hair through the back. Laced your boots up and went out for some casual morning rounds around the base. Price already told you their usual morning routine and it was kind of funny, how all military bases had a quite similar routine. You sneak through the hallway to go outside. Trying to keep as quit as possible to wake no one. It was still early, even for the military. As soon as your feet touched the gritted ground you started running. Keeping a good pace while rounding the base. At some point you nodded your greetings to a few other people already awake and going after whatever, they pleased. You decided to pick up your pace. You didn’t want to waste all your energy, but still wanted to push yourself a bit further. You had quite some busy day ahead, so you needed to get yourself going.

You took a few more corners until you heard a voice. “Skadi.”, turning around you were greeted with a blissful smile. You stopped in your track, jogging slowly at the spot. “Madainn mhath!”, [Good morning] Soap breathed out after catching up to you. “Good morning.”, you replied with a quiet snicker. Your reaction earns you an even brighter smile from the Scot. “Yer understood?”, his eyes were nearly beaming. It was somehow adorable, and you knew, that the two of you would get along at ease. Maybe too good for your liking. “Seems like it.”, you shrugged off while keeping your legs busy. “Dae ya mind if I join ya?”, a nod with a slight smile was your only response. So, both of you started jogging around the base. Not talking much, at least for your part. You were rather listening to everything Soap gladly explained you. The way the team works together, each specialty, some pet peeves, their little rituals. Some fun anecdotes from after mission celebrations. He really was chatty, and you gladly listened in. He was so sincere and pure, plus all his words gave you a good overview about everyone. They also gave you a warm feeling around your chest. Even if you tried to avoid this kind of reaction, he was just too genuine.

Still, you barely told him about yourself. It didn’t sit right with you. He learned that you were quite an allrounder when it comes to the job and that you were obviously an early bird. He didn’t know that you were also a night owl. The sweet nemesis called sleep. A fight you’ll win one day, hopefully not on your last day. He also learned that Price and you met about three years ago. Not really how, but that it was for a coincidence that comes with the job. Also, he learned that you were quite capable of speaking a few languages and understanding even more. He quite often threw some Scottish at you and for once in his life (while being outside of his home of course) he didn’t get scolded for it. It was clear to see that he enjoyed your company, and you would’ve lied to say you didn’t enjoy his. It felt just smooth.

After some time, you came to a halt. Catching your breath, you couldn’t remember the last time you were talking so much while running. Stretching your body while bending down to grab the front of your boots. Halting the position on suspense. Suddenly you saw a bottle in front of you, Soap held it out for you to grab. “Thanks.”, you gladly took it and nearly downed half of it. He only nodded, still a happy smile around his lips. How can a person be smiling non-stop. “Dinnea know about ya, but ‘m starving.”, he exhaled with a chuckle, drinking his own water. “Wanna head to the canteen?”, he looked at you with those clear blue eyes. As you gained your posture again you let out a slight sigh. “Sorry Soap. Still have to unpack and other stuff to do.”, you didn’t look at him. Sure, it was a half-assed excuse, but you didn’t want to get his expectations too high and if you were honest, you didn’t want to get too close. You already felt so comfortable in his company. Too comfortable. You needed to keep your guard up. He was a stranger after all. Maybe he wasn't even such a nice guy, maybe he only treated you so wholesome because of your gender and therefore some different assets. Maybe he had strictly different intentions in his behavior. You couldn't tell, and you shouldn't care.

But maybe that’s why you never called the cute barista guy from around the corner, back at your place. Because he was too genuine, too innocent. You gave it a lot of thoughts to be honest. He was a nice dude, he memorized all your preferred drinks depending on the weather and had them always ready when you came back from your morning run. You loved routine and you kinda enjoyed that he became a part of it, but sooner or later it would break apart anyways. He was just too good for you. He wouldn't be able to keep up with you. It surely wouldn't be something more than a lousy one night stand, what wasn't your thing at all. You were too complicated, too distant and you couldn't let yourself believe that someone could even show a glimpse of honest interest. Well, that's at least what you told yourself all the time to justify pushing everyone away. Same for Marc, or was his name Maik? Your neighbor next door, he even invited you for his wedding. Did you go? Of course not. You only send a card, not even able to look him in the eye to congratulate him.

This way you did what you could do best, you started closing off to the man in front of you. For the rounds it was different. Here it was only the two of you, two comrades having a morning run and just some little introduction, but heading for breakfast together, that was already a commitment. A commitment you were not capable of taking. You’d rather pick a quick snack before looking for Price. See what he has planned out for you today, and God, you hoped it was just getting to know everyone around the base. Spoiler alert, he had different plans.

To your surprise Soap did understand, still wearing a slightly disappointed glance, but he didn't push it and so, you parted your ways.

Going after your day wasn’t so hard. Price introduced you around, you finally got your keycard, you had to fill out a few formulars. Stuff was going along easily and most of the times you were on your own. Until you heard Price’s voice again. He told you, that they could need your help with today’s rookie lesson, and you gladly accepted the duty. Gladly, until you were greeted by Soap and Ghost. Latter didn’t really greet you, but at least he was polite enough to nod towards you. The men were already standing and watching a bunch of recruits still chatting away. You walked over to them with Price at your side. Standing next to Soap and watching the crowd not paying much attention to your arrival. Ghost only needed to step forward to gain the attention of every youngling around. He held an intimidating appearance.

“Listen up.” He yelled out and you totally felt the thick air. He was already a behemoth of a man, but his voice plus the mask really made a silhouette that was frightening. It reminded you of something you’d rather forget. Yourself straighten up as he begun, but before he kept going, Soap stepped forward. Seemed like Ghost was only here to keep them in line and Soap was the official speaker. Maybe it was better for the recruits this way. Soap quickly explained that they were doing sparring sessions today. Especially learning how to read the intentions of your enemy and to be able to be a step ahead before their actual move. You remember how your first sessions were and how you were barely able to keep up with your opposite. How time flies, you thought to yourself and kept your attention on Soaps words. He had quite a way to motivate the younglings in front of him.

Your glance traveling over the faces and catching quite some few females as well. It always brought you a pleasant feeling in your stomach to see, that more and more women would join the army. Especially because you were always underestimated. Your path from the beginning till here was an odyssey. Not talking about the bone crushing weight on your shoulders by now, but to start through in the military as a woman was nearly impossible some time ago. Way too many prejudices.

The recruits were told to find each other a partner for today's session. Soap and Ghost would give them a quick demonstration of what they were up to. So, Price and you would be teamed up in that case. That wasn’t to be going to be so bad, you heard your words echoing through your mind.

That was until you heard the raspy voice of the Lieutenant again. "Don't mix up genders. Shall stay fair.", he exclaimed dry and that way he earned a scoffed chuckle. He turned around and faced you with a death glare. Soap immediately turning around looking at the scenario with shock in his eyes. "Have a problem with that Seargent?", his voice went even deeper when he turned his whole body towards you. Soap made a gesture with his hand shaking before his throat, symbolizing you to stop what you were doing. Unlucky for everyone around - except your Captain - you were way too stubborn to retreat now. "Just a suggestion but let them pick their opponents themselves regardless the gender. Nobody cares on the battlefields either.", you stated calm, your glance not adverting. Price watched the whole scenery a bit too curious. He knew the two of your for quite some time and he already expected that the tension between you would become thrilling.

Ghost stepped closer to you. You couldn't read him, but you could definitely see that you pissed him off. His eyes burning into yours. "We should keep it easy by now.", he was only a few inches away from you. You stared back, looking in that chocolate iris. You could've just backed down, but it was too challenging. "So, you believe women are not worthy a challenge?", your eyes never retreating his state. He was so damn pissed. He stepped even closer to you, you could feel his hot breath even through the mask, brushing a long your skin and sending shivers done your spine.

Soap wanted to step in, but Price let just a hand rest on his shoulder, signaling him to stay out of this. "I'm only saying that they have to learn something without getting real injuries before even placing a foot on the battle ground." He hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't even know why he argued with you, but he couldn't stand it. He knew that one shouldn't miscalculate about the opposite gender. But the way you interrupted him, the way you looked at with him with such a stubborn glance.

It made him furious. But the way you didn't even reacted the slightest to his presence. Well, you did, but you were to pride to show it. "Then you underestimate them." - "They have to learn before proofing themselves." - "You only learn when you can try and error." - "Error doesn't mean getting real hurt." - "Okay, so you're sure about them getting hurt." It went on like this for some time. Back and forth, staying always in polite line, but the tension grew with each word.

Soap looked the most nervous of all watching the two of you battling with your words. Price still holding him back. Of course, a situation with only the team would have been better to test the waters out but he would take what he could. "You're stepping a line, Seargent." He literally growled at you. "Then you're also underestimate me, Lieutenant.", you hissed back at him. Right here, right now you noticed how close he was standing in front of you. Your breath brushing along his mask, and his hot steaming breaths dancing over your bare skin. He was way too close for your liking.

Standing across of each other and staring holes into the other person. You only realized now how huge he was, trying to literally stare you down into the ground. A ground you would gladly like to stand.

"Why don't you pair up and we will see who's right.", a mocking voice of the recruits let both of your heads snap out of the haze you were in. You leaned a bit back. You didn't even notice how you tried to make yourself taller in front of him. "That's...", just as Ghost wanted to scold the rookie, Price stepped in, "a wonderful idea. This way we can exactly demonstrate a perfect example." He stepped forward looking at both of you. A slight chuckle escaped your lips, still looking with vitally at Ghost. His chest was waving heavy. He tried to steady himself and his temper. "Why not.", you turned around to move to the mat that was originally reserved for Soap and Ghost. The latter following you. "Don't hurt yourself.", he teased and with that he only awakened an insatiable competing desire.

Soap wore a face of a mixture between curiosity and concern. He had pushed Simon a few times before, but this was somehow different. You had no suspicious about each other’s limits and you gladly pushed everything over the edge right now. "Don't hold yourself back, big boy." Even with the mask you know his face would be burning.

You already fought bigger guys than him, just keep your cools and be observant. Just pinning him down once would be enough to proof your point. Your mind literally switched and cutting all of the unnecessary surrounding out. He was nothing different to any of them, but oh lord, you were so wrong with that statement. You could see a switch in his eyes, something you knew too well yourself.

In a heated movement he already reached out to you, trying to get hold of you. For a guy with his build, he was especially fast. Something you didn't suspected. Before you could think of your first turn, his giant hands were already onto your shoulders pressing you down. Lucky for you, you were particularly flexible and even more agile. You find a way to bend yourself out, but Ghost was soon on it. Throwing one of his legs in your direction to block your way out. You reached with your free hand to use his thigh as support to push yourself further up. His hands gripped for your wrist to pull you down once more, but he missed, so you saw your chance. Throwing your legs up and literally over his throat. Forcing him down. His legs were weaker in the position he found himself in, so he slowly bends over. He reached for your waist to throw you over his shoulder, but you were quick to use your hands to get a grip of his statue. Pulling yourself further up, that you would literally split his arms away with your thighs. Your completely weight pushing him down, until his knees gave in, and he found himself with his back on the mat. Your upper half resting inches away from his throat, where you had placed one of your arms to give it a bit more strength. Hovering slowly over him. A self-content smile on your lips, you looked him in his eyes. He just stared back; his eyes quite blank. You could feel his heavy breaths onto you, his chest rising and lowering just like your own. Now you were the one staring him down.

Soap was completely paralyzed by the scene in front of him, and Price only chuckled watching his charges. He knew from the beginning that the two of you needed a lot of patience with each other, especially when pushing each other so far, but he also believed that you would fit in just perfectly. You could learn so much from everyone around so that the 141 could even grow better and closer. Ghost for his part was really glad he had his mask. His face burnt from the heat of his own skin. Ashamed, anger, annoyance. He couldn't tell it apart. So many thoughts flooded his brain while staring into your eyes. "You know how to retread, don't ya Lieutenant?", your voice pulling him out of his mind. He let out a completely pissed groan, before lifting his hand and tapping two times at your thigh. You gladly stood up from your place.

You knew he did spare you; he didn't used his full strength on you but this way he really did underestimate you. A mistake he would never commit twice. You reached out a hand to help him up, but he only ignored it and stood up with no problem. You shrugged it off. "Don't be such a sore loser.", Soap cried out behind your back, but Simon did ignore him. He rather shouted at the recruits to keep starting. You turned around and Price gave you a paternal thumbs up, which only made you shake your head. You didn't give too much attention to Soap though. Still letting the incident of the morning washing over your mind. Ghost also looked out for getting away as fast and as far as possible from the Scot. He knew Johnny would be nonstop teasing him about the situation, and Simon couldn't even blame him, therefore. His cheeks were still streaming hot.

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Chapter XVI ✧ I Love You

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea finally confesses.

Warnings; smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.9k

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A week had swung by ever since the events that had transpired. At the Performance Center, Rhea could be seen standing near the ring as she paced around with her arms crossed, watching as her boys were training and preparing for War Games. Drew, who had decided to form that alliance with the Judgement Day and surprisingly with the Bloodline despite what they did to him, had also volunteered to help them train. Raquel and Liv also volunteered in assisting with training, with the taller woman being the one in the ring while Liv stood around the ring, explaining and suggesting what they should do in certain situations during the match. Jimmy’s Solo, and Roman were also of great help, seeing how last year they were the ones at War Games.

Liv’s leg had healed quickly, thanks to her resting the time she was needed and required. As for Rhea, she was already feeling good as new after the day that she woke up. Things were slowly working out between the two, despite the fact that Liv still wanted a title shot after Survivor Series. She had to admit, out of everyone in that locker room, Liv was relentless and stubborn, but in a good way. Regardless, she was going to make sure that she still retained and that she can hopefully see Liv improve more each day.

“Hey! Wanna switch for a bit?” Raquel called out to Rhea as she slid away from the ring to take a break. At that, Rhea perked up and nodded as she placed her bottle of water to the side and switched with Raquel, sliding her way through the ring while the taller woman went to take a seat for a bit. She was training Damian and Finn, both of them facing each other as Rhea gave them pointers and suggestions, all the while Liv, who also had her own share of experience in War Games, had decided to get in the ring and began leading both Dom and Jimmy and even teaching the younger male how to break from a lock, something that Dom seemed to have some struggle with at first until he had it all down to a T.

They were all scheduled to assist that Friday Night Smackdown, with Damian and Finn defending their titles against the Street Profits. It was still noon, so they had more than enough time to prepare. Unless, that’s what they thought that they were going to do when suddenly, as they were all taking a small break, they received a text notification.

“Team, due to the incident from the past week, Friday Night Smackdown will be canceled for tonight…” Dom read out loud from his phone while the others read the exact same thing. “We do apologize in advance as we are currently in the process of an ongoing investigation regarding the incident in question. As for Survivor Series, this will once again be postponed for next Saturday, none of you who are scheduled to assist will not have to arrive at the airport tonight. Apologies for any inconvenience this could cause.”

“Apologies? Pft, they just gave you guys more time to train.” Liv said as she chuckled. “You guys are lucky.”

“Yeah, but they’re really extending the events because of the incident. Which means the cause of the incident was really that serious…” Solo commented as he drank his water.

“Well, someone from tech probably screwed up while setting up the pyros.” Damian suggested as he crossed his arms.

“Ooohhhhh their asses are getting fired…” Jimmy mumbled while he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. A phone suddenly rang as Drew looked down at it before he spoke to the group.

“I have to get going, I got a few errands to run now.” He told the group, gathering his things before they all bid farewell to him as he left.

“So, does anyone wanna eat somewhere? I’m starving.” Jimmy asked. At that, Roman faced him as he arched an eyebrow.

“You remember the last time we all went out to eat together?” At his comment, Damian almost spat out his water while trying not to laugh.

“Cabrón, Jimmy and Dom fought over a chicken tender—“

“Yeah man, you guys got us almost banned because of that, I still remember!” Finn also chuckled while Dom shook his head and Jimmy raised his hands in defense.

“Hey Uce, I’m a changed man, I don’t steal no one’s tenders any more.”

“You guys fought over a chicken tender?” Raquel asked as she sat down while she arched an eyebrow. Rhea couldn’t help but snicker.

“It’s a very long story, you had to be there to witness it though, it was hilarious.”

“Well it was all fun and games until the manager almost called us out. That shit was embarrassing.” Dom told them. “They even thought that I was the one that stole the tender when it was Jimmy who did it.”

“Now I kindly asked though—“

“Sure you did, Jimmy. Sure you did.”

“Honestly guys, we should just do take-out. We got this day off and I think we should use it to take a small break.” Finn suggested as he placed a towel on his shoulder while looking at his food.

“Or… we can like, go out tonight.” Liv suggested. At that, everyone turned to look at each other at the suggestion.

“Honestly, yeah, we need it. Hell yeah.” Dom agreed, as well as everyone else unanimously.

“Ah no es que ustedes todos son unos pinches alcohólicos.” Raquel muttered.

“No vengas que tú también eres igual y peor.” Damián called out. “Ah, y más con el tequila.”

“Shut up, tequila’s fine.”

“Alright, alright, we can go out tonight, but after we get something to eat.” Rhea told them as she went to grab her things.

“Alright, let’s go—“ The guys attempted to go until Liv stood and paused them as she arched an eyebrow.

“And who said you guys were coming with us?” She asked, pointing at herself, Rhea, and Raquel.

“Wait what—“

“Nah, you guys get your own food, we’re gonna get our own and plus, we have some catching up to do. Sooooo, see ya!” Liv laughed before she grabbed both Rhea and Raquel’s arms, dragging both of them with her.

The others blinked as they watched the three walk away.

“… well at least they get along now.”

“… should we have them two join our grou—“

“Jimmy, no.”

2:45 PM

After going out to eat with both women, Rhea returned with them back to the hotel. Upon returning, they overheard that the other superstars were planning on going out tonight as a group to the same bar that they all went to last night. The three simply sat by the lounge area of the hotel as they chatted, spending their time catching up on the time that they lost all because they were against one another.

“So,” Liv began as she shifted in her seat, shifting the conversation that they had earlier to another topic. “… you and Roman, Rhea?”

Rhea stared at her momentarily. “Next question.”

“And here she goes again…” Raquel sighed and shook her head.

“What? Did I say something bad?” Liv asked as she looked at Raquel, concerned that she might have said something wrong, but the Latina just shook her head.

“No, Liv, you’re good. The thing is that THIS person right here is in complete and utter denial.”

“Just like how you’re in denial about you losing against me three times in a row?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow.

“I— don’t drag me in this fight, I’m not a part of it, starting now.” Liv quickly warned the two as she tried to shift away from the two slightly in her seat. Raquel rolled her eyes at that.

“Come on, we’re not starting any fights. If anything, we should address the elephant in the room: Rhea Bloody Ripley in denial.”

“Okay- look.” Rhea sighed deeply as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “… if I say this, promise you won’t freak out.”

“I promise.” Liv quickly said

“I can’t promise shit, Ripley.” Raquel simply said as she crossed her arms. The Eradicator deadpanned at her before she took a deep breath and spoke.

“… Roman confessed to me while I was asleep.”

“He WHAT—“

“Knew it.”

“Okay one, Liv, I told you not to freak out and two, Raquel, don’t be a smartass.” Rhea said as she scoffed. “Look- the point is that he made the official confession while I was asleep. Well, half-conscious. I wasn’t exactly awake but I did hear him damn well the moment he said it.”

“Aaaaaand how do you feel about it…?” Liv asked as she gave her a look.

“…”

“… Rhea, we don’t know the meaning of that silence.”

“…”

In her few seconds of silence, Raquel grew impatient before she took her hand and slapped it against the back of Rhea’s head. Making her cry out in pain and a few other people from afar stare at them.

“Raquel what the fu—“

“Chingona, just fucking say it already, damn! What’s it gonna take for you to admit it?!”

“Hm, hit her more.” Liv mumbled. At that, Rhea abruptly turned to face her.

“Liv!”

“What? I’m only suggesting—“

“And they say I’m the bad influence—“

“Okay enough.” Raquel huffed. “Rhea. You need to come to terms with this shit. Either you feel something or you don’t. That’s all we need to know so we can help you and then, we can move on with our lives forever.”

“… I’ll have my answer by tonight.”

“By toni— oh come on–“

“Rhea, you’re literally torturing yourself.” Liv told her as she shook her head. “Like literally.”

“You better keep on that promise, Ripley. Because if you don’t, we’re about to have a problem.”

“Guys, it’s gonna be fine. I will have that answer by tonight and then after that, y’all can live in peace.” Rhea reassured them before she looked at the time. “We should rest for a bit tonight before we leave. I’m betting you everyone’s going and we might ride in the van again tonight.”

“Yeah, good call.” Liv agreed as the three sat up. “What time should we come down here?”

“Austin said that they’re driving off at 6 PM.” Raquel said as she glanced at her phone. “They’re saying it in the group chat as we speak.”

“Alright, six o’clock it is, then.” They walked away together to the elevator before they decided to take a small nap at Raquel’s room, just so they could get ready together later on once they woke up.

5:45 PM

“Come on people, we got fifteen minutes left! Take it or leave it!” Austin called from outside as Grayson had already started the van behind him. “We still have a few seats left!”

“Should we take the other van? Just in case?” Grayson asked him.

“Eh, we’ll see. How many seats do we have left?”

“I’m counting ten more.”

“Should be enough for now. I’ll probably be driving the other van if more people decide to come.” Austin nodded before they saw more people walk out as he perked up before he grinned. “Hey, look who’s tagging along!” He went to the crowd to greet a few superstars.

After a while everyone who wanted to go and hang out at the bar with the others were already walking inside the two vans, one of them which was driven by Grayson which was full whilst the other one was half-full and was driven by Austin. At Grayson’s van, the Judgement Day and the Bloodline, along with Liv, Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey all sat in the back as they chatted amongst each other.

“Dude, rumors are going around that Randy’s coming back as the fifth member for Cody’s teams.” Shayna commented, passing along a bottle of vodka that they had been drinking from since five minutes ago.

“What? After Jey took him out?” Damian scoffed while the others laughed.

“Dude, not only him, but Jimmy too. And Roman.”

“Hey now he’s gonna want to mess with us now then if that’s true.” Jimmy quickly said almost in a nervous tone while Roman scoffed.

“Good luck with that, he probably doesn’t even know the Bloodline and the Judgement Day are unified.”

“Oh he’s gonna be screwed.” Zoey snickered, taking the bottle as she took a sip from it. “Unless he gets to RKO one of y’all first.”

“Sike, nooooot happening.” Damian immediately said before he was given the bottle and drank a bit as well.

“Hey, pass some of that?” They all kept chatting and drinking only small sips of the bottle, knowing that they couldn’t consume that much alcohol considering how they were about to drink the second they arrived at the bar. After a few minutes, both vans parked near the bar as everyone began to go inside.

“Where’s Zelina at?” Raquel was the first to ask as she looked within the crowd. “She should be here right?”

“Yeah she came from the other van—“

“Good, let’s go!” She immediately grabbed Liv and Rhea’s arms as she dragged both of them with her. “Rhea- you know how to dance salsa, so we’re gonna teach Liv after we find Zelina—“

“What- I don’t know how to–!”

“Oh please, Damian and I taught you that, now let’s go!”

“I’d rather be moshing than doing this but whatever—“

“Oh shut up, come on now!”

Two had passed since their arrival, and during those hours, the three women spent their time dancing and even taking small breaks by the bar while sharing a drink. Liv even took a moment to buy an appetizer for them just to crash down the alcohol an hour later. The three sat as they drank, ate, and laughed.

“You know back when I attacked Rhea way back then, I wanted to do a spear on her but I realize I’ve never even done a spear before on someone!” Liv commented, eating a piece of a spicy wing while she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Raquel smiled and shook her head while Rhea snorted.

“Okay, that would’ve been insane if you did, I’ll admit it—“

“Right?!”

“Her spearing Kevin Owens during Payback had my jaw on the floor, I’ll tell you that.” Raquel also admitted, taking a sip from her martini. “I thought she was done for when she did that, like— I actually thought she was going to be spent after that and that I was gonna win the title.”

“Well, you were damn wrong, so.” Rhea chuckled, causing Liv to laugh.

“On a serious note, I hope you retain next week, because I’m gonna be next, Rhe Rhe. Watch me.”

“Yeaaaaaah about that, I think Shayna wants a shot too, you know… and Becky—“

“What? Them? Oh I’m gonna have to fight them both for the title shot—“

“Let Pearce know after I retain, he’ll make it official. Trust me.”

“Ohhhhh, she’s that confident to retain next week…” Raquel chuckled. “Zoey isn’t easy to beat, Rhe Rhe. You think she has potential though?”

“Honestly? She does.” Rhea spoke sincerely, leaning back on her chair while grabbing her drink. “The way I view you and Liv here, is the same way I view Zoey. Both of you have potential. Lots of it. And I’m not going to spill too much info, but a little birdie told me that more championship titles might start coming out…”

“No way.” Liv immediately said as her eyes widened. Almost leaning forward as she looked at Rhea while she drank whilst Raquel also grew interested. “How did you get this info?”

“Well, when the Wiseman is friends with both Pearce and Aldis and when he represents the Bloodline and the Judgement Day at the same time, you end up knowing everything.”

“Girl, you better not put our hopes up for nothing.” Raquel told her, dipping a piece of celery into the ranch that they had with the wings before she took a bite out of it. Liv then gasped before she looked at the two.

“Wait, what if they decide to put on a triple tag championship? For the women?”

“That would make the roster explode, trust me.” Rhea chortled. They kept on chatting, and when Raquel was talking about Santos turning against Rey during Friday Night Smackdown weeks ago and how Zelina told how she felt about it, Rhea took a moment to look at the crowd of people. She then smiled when she saw Damian and Iyo from afar, both smiling and laughing as Damian was teaching her to dance to bachata. He looked happy when he was around her; free from all the stress and anger that he kept on having at work. It was a nice change for him to be in a committed relationship with someone like Iyo. She only hoped that their relationship lasted longer than anyone would expect.

She then turned her head and saw Dom chatting with Jimmy and Finn. The group shared a drink and laughed before the song that played in the bar switched, and as soon as it did, Dom and Finn immediately sang along with it out loud like almost everyone within the bar while Jimmy tried his best to follow along but ended up with the other two laughing and helping him. The Samoan twin didn’t know Spanish very well unlike Dom and Finn, but they were able to help him get along with it.

Near them were Solo and Roman, both of them also chatting and sharing a drink before she saw Damian and Iyo- both of them who finished dancing and were holding hands as they walked up to them. She watched as Damian and Roman exchanged a few words while the former paid for his and Iyo’s drinks. They both seemed to be in an understanding conversation with one another before Damian extended his hand to the Tribal Chief in a handshake, with the male Samoan smiling and accepting said handshake before—

“Mira ve y comételo a besos, pues.” Raquel suddenly interrupted her chain of thoughts, causing Rhea to almost jump in her seat as she turned to her and Liv.

“What–”

“Girl, just go! You said you were going to have your answer by tonight, right?!”

“Rhea, you’ve been watching him for the past five minutes, you’re not even being subtle about it!” Liv agreed as she ordered another drink for herself. “It’s that easy. Go up to him, chat about anything- literally anything, and then boom, pour your freakin’ heart out! Easy, simple!”

“Exactly, what she said.” Raquel agreed as she pointed at Liv while nodding her head.

“Look, at midnight, we’re all going to start taking shots. Midnight. Right now, it’s 8:40 PM.” Raquel showed her the time on her watch. “If you don’t make a decision before then, you’re gonna lose your chance. At some point, he might get tired of waiting. Is that what you want, Ripley?”

“I couldn’t agree more, she’s right, you know.” A female voice suddenly spoke beside them. At that, all three heads turned to see Nia who was paying for her own drink. At that, Raquel was the first one to frown disapprovingly.

“Haven’t you done enough, Nia?” She asked. “Why don’t you go and talk shit somewhere else and leave Rhea be?”

“Whoa there, I’m not here to cause issues, alright?” Nia simply sat, waiting for her drink to be prepared. “I’ve come in peace, and I’d like to talk to Rhea. It’s nothing bad.”

Rhea looked at her momentarily, before she shared a look with Raquel and Liv. Liv wore a concerned look on her face, whilst Raquel looked at Nia sternly. Reminding her how Damian would do the exact same thing for her in these types of situations.

“Raq. Liv, I’ll be fine.” She reassured both women. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?” Rhea watched as Liv and Raquel hesitantly walked away before she turned towards Nia.

“What do you want?”

“Well, first I'd like to apologize for my…behavior at Crown Jewel- and before that. When Solo texted me asking for my help to convince Roman to leave your side and get some rest because he refused, I didn't believe it because that’s just not how Roman was. Then when I got to the hospital and saw how bad it actually was, it made me realize that, Rhea, he truly does love you. He was crying and that is not a sight I've seen much growing up with him.” She then paused as she took a sip from her drink after the bartender served it to her while Rhea listened, a bit taken back not only because Nia was apologizing to her out of all people, but at the fact that she was actually caring towards her own blood.

“Look. What I’m trying to say is that… don’t make him wait any longer.” Nia set her drink down as she then turned to her yet again. “All I want is the best for my own blood and I’d hate to see any of them suffer. At the end of the day, they’re my family. No matter what.”

Rhea didn’t know what to say as she looked down. Nia then sighed as she took her drink from the table and walked past her before she spoke yet again. “If you want my advice, go get him while you still can. Life’s too short, Ripley.”

She was walking away after she said that while Rhea was left thinking until she spoke to her, making the irresistible force pause in her steps. “Shayna forced you to apologize, didn’t she?”

Nia remained silent for a bit before she turned to face her yet again. “I would’ve still apologized to you after what I saw. But… yeah, she kinda did. You might want to thank her for that. And also… I’m sorry I called you a whore. Now that was out of line from me, I will admit.”

Rhea wanted to laugh at that but she decided to keep herself. She watched as Nia walked away through the crowd of people, leaving her alone in her booth with her own thoughts. She looked among the crowd, watching everyone enjoying their time and having fun while she was mentally contemplating as she finished her drink. When she did, she set her glass down before she once again looked to Roman’s direction, noticing how he was now talking to Solo and Jimmy for a few seconds before she saw the two walk away, leaving their cousin by himself at the bar.

She watched him from where she sat as he ordered his own drink to the bartender. She then looked around, wondering if Raquel and Liv would come back anytime soon. When she then realized that they were probably somewhere in the bar talking with other people, she made her choice. Grabbing her things, she then stood up, walking and making her way through the crowd.

She noticed how he was about to take out his own wallet to pay when the bartender handed him his drink as she was already a few feet away from him. When she was already close enough, she spoke to the bartender as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll pay for his drink, and I’ll take what he’s having as well.”

At that, both the bartender and Roman himself turned their heads to face her. “Bourbon whiskey ma’am?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.” He nodded as he went to prepare the drink while Rhea took a seat next to Roman.

“Well, typically I pay for my own stuff.” Roman commented as he took a sip from his drink. At that, she faced him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, get used to it. You paid for mine last time, now it’s my turn.” She simply told him as the bartender came back with her drink while she paid. While she did, Roman chuckled.

“Are you sure you can handle whiskey?”

“Well, you’re a piece of work and I can handle you. What makes you think I can’t handle this?”

“Okay, so we’re being bold now?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment while she smiled. “Alright, go ahead, see if you can drink that in one go. I wanna see you try.”

At that, Rhea scoffed, taking the drink in her hand as she drank it all in one go without hesitation. She then set the glass on the table with a small ‘cling’, before she made a gesture to it while showing it to Roman. “You were saying?”

“I could’ve easily done that.”

“Sure you can.” Rhea said sarcastically while Roman snorted, also drinking his whiskey in one go before he set the empty glass on the table as she watched him.

“You were saying?” He smirked at her, imitating her question while she rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile of her own, though she failed in doing so.

“Show-off.” She only said while he only chucked. The two then took a moment to glance at the crowd of people around the bar, especially watching their group having fun.

“This place is packed unlike the last time we all went here. No wonder people like this place.”

“Especially on a Friday night, though.” Roman agreed as they turned back to each other. “The beers are good too, I’ll tell you that.”

At that, an idea came to her head as Rhea saw the bartender pass by while she turned her head to Roman and spoke. “What kind of beers do you like?”

“I’m good with any, why?”

“Good. Excuse me?” She called the bartender who perked up as he turned to her. “Could we get two Coronas with lime?”

The bartender quickly nodded before he served the two beers while Rhea paid for them once again. She thanked the bartender before she sat up, taking her own beer while she nudged at Roman. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” He asked as he took his own beer while he followed her.

“Chat somewhere more private. We can go back to the van for a bit.” She told him. “I have spare keys to get in, so we should be good.”

Both of them began to go through the crowd until they made their way outside the bar. It was a bit cold given the weather at the moment, but they were able to arrive at the van quickly as Rhea unlocked it. They both went inside the large van, careful not to trip over anything before they got all the way to the back where the wider and more comfortable seats were.

“Well, this is a bit better. Needed a break from all the noise inside anyways.” Roman commented as they both sat together, with Roman sitting on one far end while Rhea sat with her legs propped up to the seat. Just like how she would usually do.

“Yeah, well, that was kinda the intention, to be honest.” Rhea told him, leaning against the seat comfortably with her beer in hand as she took a sip from it. “I just… wanted to catch up with you in a quieter place.”

“Yeah? Well… it’s been a while since we talked like this.” Roman pointed out as he also drank his beer. “After everything that went down.”

“I know.” She said almost softly, looking down at her beer. “… and I’ll be honest, I’ve been a dick lately and for that, I apologize.”

“No. No, I don’t blame you.” He reassured her. “After everything that happened? I would’ve reacted in a same or similar way if I was in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not just that, it’s…” She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. “I kept pushing you away and it was unfair of me. I should’ve done things differently but I didn’t know what to do or say, hell, I didn’t even know how to feel, so I panicked.”

“Well… if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t as hurtful as the time Seth hit me with that steel chair.”

At that, she snorted as she kicked him lightly in the side with her heel, making him yelp. “Ow–“

“That’s what you get.”

“Geeze, you wanna take me out all of the sudden?” He asked as he rubbed his side while she couldn’t help but chuckle. At his question, she arched an eyebrow.

“Reigns, you have to be more specific when asking a question like that, because either I can just take you out or send you to rehab.”

At that, he paused as he arched an eyebrow at her. They both looked at each other for a moment until they couldn’t help but break as they laughed together.

“Were you trying to flirt with me—“

“I was—“ The two remained there as they chatted for the next two hours while having already finished their beers. Right now, it was 11:30 PM. Rhea listened to Roman talk about his times during the Shield as she looked at him. After a while, they changed the subject until Rhea winced when she noticed that she had her legs folded for a while and she needed to stretch them as they were threatening to fall asleep. At that, Roman allowed her to place one leg on his lap while she set the other on the floor, making her also needing to scorch a little bit closer to his side.

“Reigns?”

“Hm?”

For a moment, Rhea seemed to hesitate to ask whatever she had in her mind at first until she steeled herself, knowing that she couldn't hold back any longer. “This is out of curiosity and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but…” She paused, looking at her lap. “… why did you kiss me when we first met?”

At the question, Roman gazed at her for a few minutes. She waited for an answer from him as she leaned her head to the side. He then looked down at his empty bottle before he carefully set it on the ground, finally deciding to speak after he gathered what he intended on saying.

“I think at the time I did it because I wanted to shut you up-

“Yeah I know, I argue a lot.” Rhea said as she sighed while Roman chuckled before he continued to speak.

“Well yeah, but that was also just an excuse to hide the fact that I was starting to like you…”

Her gaze softened slightly at that. Her hand extended to hold his momentarily as he allowed her to do so, his thumb caressing her knuckles like he usually did. “And… what did it feel like to you?”

“What?”

“The kiss. Did it… did it mean anything to you?” She asked. For some time, she never knew why, but she always had this sort of fear in which one day she was going to hear how he truly felt. At first they were nothing but a fling but now, things have changed.

And deep down she also wanted this, but at the same time, she was scared.

“It meant the world to me, Rhea. Do you think I'll just kiss anyone?”

“I-”

“Don’t answer that,” they both chuckled, “But no I wouldn't. What did it mean to you?”

“To be honest it was kinda the downfall of everything,” Roman’s face fell a bit, “But I loved every second of it. I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that it was wrong, but god it felt so right,” Rhea continued, “Roman i have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“At the hospital, when I was still asleep…I heard what you said.”

“...You did?”

“Everything. And I think it’s time I finally say it back. I love you too, Roman,” Rhea said teary eyed. Without hesitation Roman pulled Rhea into a sweet kiss, both smiling into it. Rhea began to move closer, wanting more but the moment was cut short by someone knocking on the van’s window. The sound making both Rhea and Roman jump.

“Yo, take it easy. Dejen esa bellaquera para el hotel. We’re getting shots now, let’s go.”

Damian.

They sighed before they started laughing while Damian walked away.

“I think I almost died again,” Rhea said jokingly before they got out of the van and walked into the bar holding hands.

It was already 2:30 AM as everyone returned to the hotel. Unlike last time, more people were drunk and had to be escorted by the sober ones to their rooms. Liv and Rhea had to escort a tipsy Raquel back to her room while making sure that she was okay. Afterwards, Rhea was called for help to drag both Jimmy and Finn to their rooms as well.

“Are you okay with sobering Raquel up? I need to head back to the lobby.” Rhea asked Liv as she kept her phone inside her pocket while they stood outside the taller woman’s room.

“Sure, I’ll be fine.” Liv reassured her.

“Alright. Night Liv, take care- call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight- oh, also!” Liv paused her. “Before you leave…”

“Yeah?”

“You need to tell me and Raquel about everything.”

At that, Rhea blinked in confusion. “About what?”

“You and Roman- you know, when you both came back to take shots with us and you were holding hands…”

“Pft, no we weren’t.” Rhea lied while she made a face. At that, Liv arched an eyebrow.

“Literally everyone saw you two.”

“Okay, okay- I’ll tell you in the morning.” Both chuckled. Rhea was about to turn to the elevator when Liv spoke once more.

“I’m glad you’re happy… you know.” A bit of sadness could be heard in her voice. Rhea turned to her, looking as the blonde smiled sadly. Rhea felt a pang of pity before she spoke.

“And you’ll be happy someday too, Liv. I know you will.” She pressed the elevator button. “But I’ll still be here for you no matter what.”

They both smiled at one another until Rhea couldn’t help but approach Liv with a hug. Liv returned the hug, trying her best not to cry while she rubbed her back. When the elevator doors opened they broke away, with Liv wiping her tears.

“I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you guys for breakfast.” Rhea nodded as they both bid farewell before Liv went to check on Raquel while Rhea went to the elevator. She arrived at the lobby after a while to see Damian and Roman dragging a drunk Jimmy while Dom was helping a drunk Finn.

“A little help here? Please?” Damian asked while looking at Rhea as he gestured to Finn. She sighed and shook her head before she went and helped Finn.

“Where’s Solo?”

“He was a bit drunk too. He had a headache, so he went straight to his room.” The group went inside the elevator, escorting both Finn and Jimmy to their rooms. They were able to take Finn first as Dom volunteered in helping him sober up.

“He’s been saying yeet for the past thirty minutes…” Roman mumbled as he rolled his eyes, finally being able to bring Jimmy to his room while Damian and Rhea tried their best not to laugh. “I’m gonna check on him before we leave, I’ll be right back.” He told them before he went to his cousin’s room to help him sober up.

“So…” Damian and Rhea both waited in the hallway as the older male turned to her. “It’s official, I’m assuming?”

“Well… yeah.” She told him as she leaned against the wall while holding her hands inside her pockets. “How about you and Iyo?”

“Well, Bayley was a bit against it at first because she wants Iyo to be focused on her championship and war games, but Dakota and Iyo were able to talk her out of it.” Damian explained. “But so far, we’re good.”

“Well, at least she isn’t giving you the stink eye.”

“Nope. For now.” Both chuckled before Damian got a text. “And speak of the devil- she wants me downstairs with her and Iyo at the bar.”

“Try not to get drunk again.” She reminded him while he walked to the elevator as he pressed the button. “And leave the bellaquera with Iyo afterwards!”

“Hey that’s my word—“ Damian called out while Rhea laughed before he went inside the elevator. “See you in the morning!”

“See ya!” She watched him leave as she decided to stay and wait for Roman in the hallway. She figured she should spend a little bit more time with him before she went to sleep. She wasn’t that tired yet, after all. After about a minute or so Roman finally came out of Jimmy’s room.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning though.” They chuckled and began to walk towards Rhea’s room.

“Did he keep saying ‘yeet’?”

“God, he wouldn’t shut up,” Roman groaned, making Rhea laugh even more. They eventually arrived at Rhea's room and she turned towards him.

“About what he talked about in the van-”

“Yeah I don’t think we're quite finished. Where did we leave off again?” He said with a smirk on his face and pulled her closer to his body by her waist. She gave him a knowing look before she pulled him into a kiss.

“Stay with me tonight…please?” Rhea mumbled into his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He picked her up with ease, opened the door, and closed with his foot behind them. He gently placed her on the bed all while still kissing her. They finally pulled away to breathe.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight,” he whispered and began to pull at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms for him to take it off. Roman caressed her waist with his cold hands, making her slightly shiver. He then unclipped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders.

“Now is your turn,” Rhea teased while pulling at his shirt. In a swift moment, he took his shirt off and she took the opportunity to pull him into a needy kiss once again only to drag him into the bed with her. She got on top of him and dragged her hands over his toned abs all the way up to his chest. She leaned down and kissed his neck, determined to leave a mark of her own.

“I was the one who was supposed to mark you tonight,” Roman said.

“Hm, you still can,” Rhea teased. With that he flipped them over making Rhea giggle a bit. He kissed and licked from her collarbone up to her jaw. He then leaned his forehead against hers just to look at her eyes.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

“Just thinking of how I got so lucky.” Rhea bit her lip before kissing him once again. While doing so, she hooked her finger around one of the belt loops from his jeans.

“I think it’s time for you to take these off, don’t you think?”

“As you wish.” He began to take his pants off as well as hers. Once they were discarded on the floor, Roman knelt down on the foot of the bed, lifted one of Rhea’s legs and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down until he reached her dripping core.

“Roman, please- I’ve waited enough.”

“You’re so impatient.” He sat up and aligned his rock hard cock with her entrance. He looked at her face for any signs of protest before finally going in. Rhea closed her eyes and tossed her head back in pleasure.

“Ro…”

“Look at me, mami. Look at me while I finally make you mine.” She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust. He pulled her into a messy kiss all while speeding up his thrusts. Her moans kept getting louder along with his grunts.

“I’m close, baby,” she moaned.

“Just a little longer-” he whispered in her ear.

“Please-” she said desperately, letting herself be vulnerable for once.

“Now.” She gripped onto his back, letting out a high pitched moan. Roman’s thrust became sloppy and soon came to a stop. The room was filled with tired pants. Rhea laid with her eyes closed, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

“You alright?” He asked, a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“Are you willing to give me a number higher than a six now?” He asked with a cocky smile. Soon it turned into a look of pain caused by a kick from Rhea. He tried to get up to grab a cloth for her but she pulled back.

“Stay,” she said in a gentle voice. He gave in and laid down and pulled her cold body to his warm embrace. Her head was pressed against his chest with a calm look on her face. She soon started running her finger through his tattoos. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on her forehead, the action making Rhea look up at him.

“I love you, Ro,” she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, mami.”

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Puppy Love 8

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Well. Here we are. The last chapter of this fic. I may return to revisit this lot, especially if anyone has any prompts or requests. But this is the last chapter of the main story.

There is an unspecified time jump here. I’ll leave it to y’all to decide how long they’ve known each other now.

Warnings: Overwhelming fluff, a teeny bit of spice.

Word count: 1k

Gaz didn’t even see Ghost coming. He was just minding his business when he got collared and dragged into a side room.

“Need your help,” Ghost said without preamble, releasing Gaz.

“With what?” Gaz asked, rubbing a hand over his chest, willing himself not to have a heart attack.

“Need you to keep Price busy today.”

That got his attention, and he narrowed his eyes a little. “How busy?”

“Busy enough that he won’t notice a visitor.”

Gaz’s eyes narrowed. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing.” Ghost sounded like he was smirking under his usual mask. “I’m just an accomplice. You gonna do it or not?”

Gaz huffed out a sigh. “Consider it done.”

Ghost nodded, clapping his shoulder before striding out of the room. Gaz looked down for a moment before he perked up and trotted off to go get Price.

Cupid made an excellent distraction. And he had a lot of energy.

Now he just had to get Price out of his office.

He grinned as an idea occurred to him. Johnny wouldn’t mind getting thrown under the bus this once.

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“You’re sure this is fine?” you asked Simon, yet again, as he grabbed one of the bags from the back of your car.

“Yeah, I cleared it.” He nodded once, absently patting the top of Sasha’s head when she whined a little. “This way.”

You followed him, one bag in hand and Sasha’s leash held tight in your other hand. You were a little nervous, but just a little. John didn’t know you were here, wouldn’t know until you were ready for him to know. Simon had assured you it was taken care of. And you weren’t going to question his methods.

The briefing room was mostly empty, with just a few chairs and a single table. That was enough. There would only be five of you, after all.

You’d come prepared - food was already cooked and kept warm in the insulated bags, and you’d made a pie. (John had commented once that most cake was too sweet, and you’d managed to wheedle his favorite pie flavor out of him. That had been fun.) You weren’t going to bother with decorations. Really, this wasn’t a big thing, because you knew John would hate a lot of people fussing over him.

Especially since you’d missed his actual birthday by a week and a half. Dangers of the job, you supposed.

Simon glanced at you once everything was set out on the table, Sasha sniffing the air hopefully. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Just need to do this.” You fished something out of your pocket, taking a moment to clip it onto Sasha’s collar where you knew John would see it. Better than attaching it to her harness, at any rate. “Okay, let’s go.”

You kept Sasha on a short leash as Simon led you outside and to the field. John stood with his hands on his hips, Kyle and Soap in front of him and Cupid in between them. Only Cupid was… a lot more white than he should be. You nearly gave yourself away with the hiccuped laugh that tried to escape, Simon flapping an impatient hand at you.

“Okay Sasha,” you whispered, crouching down next to the Lab, who had spotted her favorite person and was straining against the leash with her desire to get to him. “Go get John! Go get him!” You unclipped the leash from her harness and she bolted, bounding straight for John.

He didn’t stand a chance.

She slammed straight into him, fifty pounds of pure muscle and energy, and he went down with a yell. She pounced, feet planted on either side of his head as she enthusiastically licked him all over, undoubtedly going to nibble on his muttonchops too. You grinned as you and Simon approached, able to watch as John finally shoved Sasha off enough to sit up.

“Where’d you come from, girl?” John asked quietly, tousling Sasha’s ears. You saw the moment his gaze caught on her collar and, more importantly, the key hanging from a little carabiner. He lifted his gaze, eyes wide, until he spotted you. You twiddled your fingers at him in a playful wave as you sauntered closer.

You were not expecting John to grab you and pull you down with him, kissing you within an inch of your life (much to the amused cheering and whistling of his team).

Someone got Sasha clipped back to her leash and the group of you trooped back inside. John didn’t say a word, slanting a look at you, but he didn’t object, either.

Dinner was everything you had hoped and more. The team devoured practically everything you’d made. The dogs mostly behaved. And Sasha’s collar jingled, reminding you and John both of the key hanging there.

As soon as dinner was done, Soap and Kyle jumped to volunteer to take things back to your car. Simon already had your key (and you swatted his arm for that) and in moments all three of them were gone.

Leaving you, John, and Sasha.

“It’s yours, now,” you murmured, pulling a couple treats out of your pocket and getting Sasha to sit. The key caught the light, plain silver.

“You’re sure?” John took the key off her collar, laying it flat in the palm of his hand.

“Wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.” You smiled at him, reaching over to curl his fingers closed over the key. “Happy birthday, love.”

John pulled you into his chest, kissing the breath right from your lungs.

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Prison Break- Part 6 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

CW: Death, Suicidal thoughts and tendencies, GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF INFECTION

WC: 1994

Summary: You deal with the infection slowly taking over your body and the emotions that come up with it.

A/N: A shorter chapter to decompress from the long ass one I wrote last week.

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Your vision was blacking, unlike any way you had felt it before. Unfortunately, being an agent for the D.S.O. had led to you taking an “involuntary nap”, as Leon called them, more than once. But this time it was slow. The black vignette slowly swirled into your vision, feeling like a void calling out your name.

You could feel the infection making its way through your body, swimming through your bloodstream and into your appendages. It felt like someone injected you with molten lava that was slowly expanding your arteries and capillaries. The only thing outside of your body that you could feel wasn’t the cold prison floor you were sitting on or the rusty iron bars your back and half of your face was leaning against.

It was the familiar hand your fingers were lazily laced with.

With your life being the way it was, you were honestly surprised that you had lived this long. The end should have claimed you way back when you found your friend in your Manchester apartment infected. On the precipice of death, you could only think of the one thing your sight hadn’t given up yet.

Leon.

His lips were forming words that you couldn’t read or hear, the ringing and pressure in your head getting worse every second. You knew that you had to look worse for wear, the face that Leon had was reserved for when you got a little bit too hurt for comfort.

If this was truly the end, you had so many things that were unsaid between the two of you. It felt like life was robbing you of something you put off for too long. The very thing you were scared of losing was slipping out of your grasp due to inaction.

After what felt like ages, a silhouette you could barely make out was next to Leon, peeling his attention away from you for the first time since both of you were infected. By his body language, you could tell it was someone he knew, not a threat. Relaxing a little bit, your body slumped against the bars of the cell more, causing Leon’s head to whip back to you. You could see the silhouette put a syringe in Leon, but his mouth was moving in a way that you knew he was arguing with the person.

You caught a few words from the shape of his lips, please and her first. Your eyesight was getting worse by the second, surrendering to the haze, then the darkness. The headache accompanying the vision was too much to bear, it felt like your head could burst open any second. Shutting your eyes, to hopefully quell the throbbing pain from the headache, you felt slight relief, but not enough to make a big difference.

As your eyes closed, you felt the familiar hand that was laced with yours move to your forearm, almost attempting to pull you back to reality. You felt a sharp piercing pain in your tricep, causing a slight hiss to come from your lips. Almost immediately, the headache was gone. The fire that was spreading through your veins was extinguished, and the ringing in your ears faded out to the familiar timbre of a voice near you.

“(Y/n)?” The voice that you recognized as Leon’s fully processed in your brain. His voice was gentle, full of concern, hoping that whatever was given to you was working.

Opening your eyes, your irises strained against the overhead fluorescent lighting, but was fine other than that. You blinked a few times, your (e/c) eyes making their way slowly to Leon’s face; his face slowly showing relief on the other side of the bars.

“...Leon?” You asked groggily, sitting up slightly. His hands helped stead you through the bars and you heard other voices. Looking around, you saw Claire slowly recovering as Rebecca Chambers stood over her, through the bars. Your face turned back to Leon’s, his eyes looking tired as you lightly cupped his face between your two hands. Searching his face for any lingering side effects of the infections, you studied everything.

“I’m fine, let’s get you out of here,” Leon said. He took your hands off of his face, gently and walked to the cell door. Taking one look at the door, he sighed gruffly and kicked the door in. The rusted metal hinges broke off the door and sent it flying, hitting and scraping against the floor.

Before you could say anything else, Leon had rushed over to you, helping you up and pulling you into a hug. Everything moved too fast for you to register, other than being in his embrace.

It felt like something that you had before, taken away, only to be given again. Something that your heart knew it wanted, what it knew its place was.

His arms felt like home in your life where you thought home was a privilege you couldn’t afford.

You melted into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his abdomen and your face burying into the crook of his neck. All that filled your senses was the feeling of him around you and the slight scent of his cologne.

“I thought….” He trailed off, his face buried in your hair. He couldn’t complete the sentence, thinking about one of the very real outcomes of what could've happened a few minutes ago was too painful. You were his responsibility and he almost just lost you.

You were his and he almost just lost you.

You could feel Leon look up over your shoulder and through muffled voices, you could tell that Claire and Chris were back up on their feet.

“We gotta move, Jill’s dealing with that psycho somewhere on her own,” Chris said, stretching his arms, attempting to loosen up his shoulders.

You nodded and tried to get out of Leon’s arms, causing him to hold you tighter, then let go. The two of you locked eyes, wanting to say anything and everything you needed to, but too pressed for time. Both of you exchanged a short nod, as a way to promise a talk later when you could afford to.

“I have to…” Leon trailed off, his head turning in the direction of an open door. “Rebecca, watch over (Y/n),” He said, turning to Rebecca.

“I’ll be fine,” You said in protest. “I’m not leaving you alone,” You added, crossing your arms.

“No, you're staying with Rebecca,” He said again, this time giving you the look that you knew meant there wouldn’t be arguing.

“Leon-”

“You just healed up, I’m not letting you get back into the thick of it,” Leon replied, his hands clasping yours. A slow and gentle heat flowed through your hands and spread through the rest of your body. “I almost lost you, I can’t do that again,” He added quietly, only for you to hear. His eyes pierced through yours, almost hypnotizing you.

Your body slumped a bit in defeat and you looked at the floor thinking, then looked back up at Leon, your gaze softening. “Okay, fine,” You said. “But please, be careful,” You added.

His lips curled into his trademark smirk, the crow’s feet besides his eyes expanding. “You know me,” He remarked.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” You replied. Your eyes trailed down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. You wanted to say anything and everything you were scared of saying before. The walls between the two of you felt like they had been broken down. Finally truthful and finally raw with each other.

“(Y/n)....” He trailed off, his eyes doing the exact same thing; tracing down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

Just like in New York, you felt like it was only the two of you, the rest of the world darkened and silent. Leon could ask you to do anything and you would do it in a heartbeat.

Without even thinking about it, your lips met his. It was light and soft, like a whisper being said. Almost as fast as you had kissed him, you pulled away and met his gaze. “For good luck,” You said, heat rising up to your face in a blush.

He always found a way of making you feel like a highschool girl with a crush again.

His eyes looked at you in a way that you’d only seen a few times before, his expression unreadable. For a second, the anxiety within you spiked, thinking you read your relationship wrong. Then, he swept you up into a full kiss, his lips meeting your own like he had been waiting for an excuse to do this.

You two broke away and locked eyes, trying to figure out if what just happened really happened. After a few seconds, you turned away, your face turning more red. “You should get going,” You said quietly. “We’ll catch up,” You added and smiled lightly.

He nodded and pulled you in to kiss you on the head then turned and ran down the hallway.

Watching him run down the hallway, your brain finally processed what just happened and your face turned even redder. Thinking back on what just happened, it was like your brain froze, then crashed.

Staying up for nights on end plagued with the knowledge of your feelings for him, thinking that he would never reciprocate them, or worse he would and both of you would get hurt. You thought that all these years hiding your feelings was for the better. If nothing happened, you wouldn’t have to worry about the everydays. That and the D.S.O. didn’t have a straightforward rule on fraternization.

Yet, even with your brain freezing, you still felt at peace, like this was supposed to happen.

You were brought back to reality when you watched Chris and Claire run through a separate door and felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)?” Rebecca said.

“I’m definitely better,” You replied. “Thanks, Dr. Chambers.” You turned towards Rebecca and smiled politely. Rebecca was someone you admired a lot. Women in STEM always amazed you and to see someone like her at her age was incredible.

“Please call me Rebecca, you’re family now, especially after all that business with Arias,” She replied and smiled back.

You nodded in reply and the two of you started moving towards the door that Chris and Claire ran through.

“The vaccine just got developed by me with a little help from Agent Hunnigan. I’d prefer it if all of you stayed put for awhile, but I know how you all work,” Rebecca said, while walking.

After a few minutes of silence, she piped up again. “You probably missed it, but Jill is here too,” Rebecca said. “I don’t know if you’re familiar with her, but it’s almost like a big family reunion for us,” She added, chuckling a bit as she led you down the hallways.

“I wish we were all meeting up over dinner,” You sighed and slung your gun out of its holster.

Rebecca giggled in reply. “Leon’s been rubbing off too much on you,” She said.

The two of you kept running down the hallway, checking every corner, making sure no infected would creep up on you. Your mind kept going back to Leon and the kiss, your cheeks turning slightly pink at the thought of it every time.

The sounds of the two of your boots echoed through the dimly lit hallways as your brain was miles away. Rethinking every look Leon had given you, rethinking everything he had said to you. Knowing that all along, he never hid his emotions unlike you.

All along he shared the same sentiments as you did, but it just took until now for you to see it.

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A touch of Heaven

Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, right person, wrong time trope, a bit of angst, fluff, crack maybe?

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Yunho x reader (feat. the rest of Ateez, San x Y/n's best friend)

Warnings: parties, drinking, getting married in Vegas for fun (and as a joke), time-skip, a kiss, one pet name, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @ssaboala, @bluisheye93

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Beginning of college, 2019

Having all of your friends chant the same name every time you met to decide where to celebrate the beginning of another chapter of your lives was starting to give you a bit of a headache. Vegas here, Vegas there. It wasn't that the city didn't appeal to you; heck, you were as excited as them, but you were also scared—so many things could happen in one week, and you weren't usually the luckiest one when it came to stuff like this. You could even imagine yourself drunkenly marrying someone you hopefully won't ever see again, and though what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, that would remain tattooed on your heart as well. And despite your friends acknowledging your hesitation and saying that you should decide where to go, for the first time in a while, you agreed to go with the flow and see what was waiting for you there.

Said and done. Your little vacation in Vegas has started better than you would have expected; the first days were pretty chill, the rainy weather making you stay indoors more than not, which you enjoyed; you weren't quite a big fan of parties, so that was more than perfect for you, despite wanting to visit and see more of what the city had to offer.

The next few days though, were going to be the interesting ones. The beach was full of decorations for the upcoming party, the shy shadow of a moon settling itself on the sky. The sand was hugged by the blue waves of the sea, while your friends started to make conversations with the other late teenagers, wanting to have some fun. The atmosphere seemed to have a different effect on you, though—you find it quite suitable for you to reflect over your future, the comforting noise of the beach cleaning your mind; or at least intending to do so, unless you heard your name from your friend's loud voice.

"C'mon, Y/n, you can't stay here all night and do nothing. We came here to have fun…" Wooyoung said, a bit of anxiety in his voice as he feared you didn't feel good with their choice of coming here. "Is there something off?"

You smiled at him, making him relax a bit, though he wasn't entirely convinced that you were feeling it. "I'm fine, Woo. I was just thinking…"

You heard another voice coming from behind you, your other friend's arms patting your back softly.

"Y/n, the future is something you can worry about after this trip. You worked hard to get where you are now, so consider this your reward. Furthermore, I'm getting married tonight!"

Despite laughing at how determined she was to make her dream come true, her advice might have actually helped you a bit—so, on an impulse, you grabbed Wooyoung's hand and got up, grabbing a can of beer for yourself and going to the big crowd of people.

Later on, you forgot about whatever happened before you joined them. Everyone's jokes were getting the loudest laughter out of you, your tipsy nature showing already. More chaos was summoned the moment your friend chose to fake a marriage with a dimpled-smile boy for fun, getting you responsible for the rings, which you gladly accepted. And that's when plans changed for you—when, guided by your excitement, you ran into a tall man, his eyes shooting you a worried look immediately.

"Are you okay?" he asked, hand on your back to give you some support so you wouldn't fall.

The stars in his eyes made something sparkle inside of you as well, and knowing yourself and how you attach to people, this was what you feared the most before coming here.

"I'm fine…" you whispered, looking away from him as soon as you noticed him looking back.

"May I ask why you were in such a hurry?" he chuckled, moving his hand away from your back since he was scared that it would make you uncomfortable.

"My friends are getting married and I need to buy the ringssss!" you squealed, pointing your finger to the happy couple.

"San is marrying your friend?"

"The dimple guy is your friend?"

You two laughed together, an echo of innocent chuckles around you as you discovered a thing you two had in common.

"Let's go together, then." he smiled and offered you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted.

On your way to finding whatever would serve as two rings, you found out that his name was Yunho and he was the chill type as well, resembling you. They were there to celebrate San's birthday, so he was all around the place, hoping time would pass just a little faster. His other friend, Mingi, was a party lover since they knew him, and something about his attitude made Yeosang love them too after a few glasses of alcohol. Jongho was usually chill, but he let go of his personality for the sake of the birthday boy. You told him that your friends were similar as well, Wooyoung being the type to go clubbing and convince Seonghwa and Hongjoong to follow him (mostly because he was a menace), while your common friend loved getting herself some new friends.

"Do you want to go take a walk after they are done?" he smiled, convincing you almost immediately.

"I would love to." you said, returning his gesture.

Two hours later, the wedding was "officiated" by his friend, Mingi, who seemed to have a lot of fun while playing that role, with some of the drinks packaging serving as the papers the married couple had signed. You and Yunho went for the walk he promised, admiring the stars cladded sky while finding new stuff about each other.

"Do you think they will regret anything in the morning?" you asked, gaining a soft grin from him.

"Even if they do, it's nothing official anyway. We would probably make fun of Mingi for the rest of our lives though." he said, before entering another mantra of silent thoughts: "When are you leaving?"

"In two days, what about you?"

"Three. I still have a bit of a long ride, but at least I have someone similar now."

You honestly thought that time flew faster than it should have with Yunho by your side. You were supposed to have fun with your 5 friends, yet, you found yourself screaming old songs' lyrics while Yunho was driving around the city, turning the chilly ride into a Carpool Karaoke wannabe. You even got yourselves matchy bracelets, something about your bond making you feel like you have known each other for years. You took pictures together, tested the diners around the hotel you stayed in, swam together, all under the nosy looks of your friends (who bonded immediately as well, especially because Wooyoung and San seemed to become best friends and your friend didn't stop calling San her husband).

And as much as you wished for these two days to last forever, these beautiful moments end faster than we expect. For the last time, you were out with Yunho, the cold water touching your legs as you shared your impressions on this holiday, in the last 5 minutes you had together. His head was on your lap while you played with his blonde hair, listening to him saying he was gonna miss this, miss you.

"You know… I've had an idea…"

You looked at him with doe eyes, showing him that he had all of your attention.

"Do you think we are meant to be? I mean, we still have to pursue our careers, we live in different states…"

It was way too early to think about what future was planned for you and Yunho, if there was even a future for the two of you. You did feel like you two were completing each other, but the time you spent together wasn't helping you, nor the conditions you'd be in as soon as you return to your usual life.

"You might be the right person, but our time was too short to even figure it out, Yunho." you looked away from him, avoiding his saddened gaze.

"What if we meet again in 4 years?" he innocently asked, getting up from your lap so he could properly face you. "Same place, same date, but in 4 years. That would be enough for us to figure out what we want to do with our lives, to see what would happen."

You frowned a bit at his offer, there was no way he was serious, was he?

"That's insane, Yunho. What if we will find someone else in those years?"

"Well then, this would mean the inevitable—we weren't meant to be."

You didn't have the nerve, nor the time to think about this too much. You were sure that things would settle differently until then, but you chose to go with the flow once again.

"Let's do that, Yunho. May we meet again." you smiled and kissed his cheek, going to your friends who were already waiting for you.

"May we meet again…" he said, touching his cheek in the spot you kissed it before.

End of college, 2023

"I still cannot believe you two did it like the oldies. What are you? Millennials? You had all the possibilities to talk, yet you chose to not even get his number!"

"Woo, stop—"

"Even when San offered to give me Yunho's number, you refused it!"

A laugh took over your face as you looked at Wooyoung, not believing he was really scolding you right then for what you and Yunho decided. Yet, there you were, the taxi almost passing the speed limit as you were pleading him to take you faster to the beach where it all started.

Yunho was nervously walking back and forth on the sand, with San following his every move.

"Can you stop already…? You're making me dizzy." the younger said, watching as his friend was walking further from him.

"Yunho, listen to me! I know it's past the time, but… give it another shot, it doesn't have to be perfect to turn into something beautiful!"

Yunho looked at him, a soft smile creeping on his face.

"I guess I should trust you… you seem to have your way with words."

San smirked at that, a little dimple appearing on his cheek as he went and hugged his friend. And right when he opened his eyes, he saw two pretty familiar figures running towards them, his face lightning immediately in joy.

"WOOYOUNG!" he screamed, pushing Yunho and going to the other boy, hugging him tight.

Yunho turned to his direction, noticing the joyful reunion of the best friends, and lastly, but who he expected the most, you.

You took in his features, his dark hair making him look even better than when you last saw him.

"You came."

You both said at the same time, giggling shortly after you noticed that your chemistry was still there.

"Would have been here earlier, but the traffic was insane."

His hands grabbed your waist softly, his deep gaze scanning your beautiful features.

"I guess we were… meant to be, or whatever?" you asked, hands around his neck.

"Someone got a bit bold." he smirked, getting closer to your face.

"Well, I seem to be stuck with you, so I gotta charm you somehow."

In a blink of an eye, your lips pressed together, melting into a sweet kiss, full of longing, but also relief—the relief that things worked for you.

"Love birdies, we're still on a beach, public space, you know?" San said cockily, giving Wooyoung a high-five.

"Said the one who almost crushed his long lost friend."

"That's a story for another day!" Wooyoung defended himself.

"That's right, because the main story is about me and my future lover today." Yunho smiled, hugging you close to his chest once again.

"Come, love, we have a lot to catch up on." you dragged him after you, leaving Woo and San flabbergasted behind.

Maybe destiny has its way of working, and those ways are different for every couple. For you and Yunho, it proved that the distance couldn't extinguish the flame between the two of you, the touch of heaven making you grow more found of each other, waiting for the next plans the future had with you.

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yangkitties · 15 days

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bros before hoes ✰ chapter 04: Big Reveals

wc: 0.6k

Walking through the bright flashes of the cameras unfazed is child’s play to Sunghoon. After years of this in the rink, and some more of it as an idol, it’s practically second nature to him.

He smiles and waves a few times, fangs hidden behind his mask. He’s glad for the mask, it made hiding his anxious energy a lot easier.

Sunghoon had never been the best at meeting new people. Locked up either on the ice or in a studio, he was used to the sound of his movements and breathing being his only company.

He walks into the building quickly, his manager ushering him in. He’s dragged through the white halls, feet on autopilot.

His brain wanders on its own, conjuring up more and more unrealistic scenarios.

What if it is actually Tsuki? What if I trip in front of her??? And if it isn’t?? Then what? Should I make friends with them? Should I ask them to help me win over Tsuki?? What if I call them by the wrong name?? What if I pour coffee all over them?????

A wall of thoughts begin to build itself in his mind, each word adding to the wall’s height. Sunghoon frowns deeply, mind wandering farther and farther away.

Everything crashes down as his chest hit’s Manager Na’s arm. He finally sees the door in front of him, a cutesy label reading ‘NEW MCS’ adorning the top.

He looks at Manager Na curiously, finally opening the door when he nods.

Deep breath, Sunghoon. As his slender fingers wrap around the door handle, the icy coldness of it grounds him.

Pushing it open, Sunghoon is greeted to a small room with a couple mirrors and some couches.

In front of the only window in the room, he spots someone sitting, looking out the glass.

They turn around, and the sun forms a gentle halo around their face, highlighting the person’s radiant smile.

For a second Sunghoon’s heart sky rockets, hoping it’s Tsuki. Instantly his hopes are shattered as your face comes fully into view, still adorned with a smile.

For a full heartbeat you stare at him, drinking in each other’s presence. And then it hits Sunghoon, and both your faces morph into an expression of understanding.

The creaking of the door cuts through tension, as Manager Na begins to leave, ‘I see you both probably know each other! Sunghoon, I’ll get going, I have somethings to discuss with Manager Choi, introduce yourself,’ the door is almost closed at this point, his face just a sliver of its full self, ‘and for the love of all the is under the sun, do not embarrass our company. See you!’

Sunghoon huffs before making his way to you, awkward and shy.

You watch him intently, brain spinning in and out of focus. You take him in all his glory, his lanky legs and doubtful smile, memorising his every feature. You notice that he’s playing with his fingers, twisting one of the rings, taking it out and putting it back on.

He clears his throat and raises his hand, a timid greeting.

‘I’m Y/n, from NEXUS… I don’t know if you remember, but we met after last week’s Music Core stages?’ You ask meekly, hoping he does remember.

He nods quickly, brown hair flopping up and down.

You giggle quietly, and that is enough to break the ice. The conversation flows smoothly from there, the both of you exchanging niceties and also numbers.

Soon enough Manager Na comes to pick Sunghoon up, and he’s out of your sight.

You smile to yourself as you go back to the company, excitement for the next few months multiplying tenfold.

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: life has been lifing too much i swear i'll try better with this posting schedule 😭 also this is double beta read so hopefully there are no mistakes :')

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the-ace-with-spades · 6 months

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A tiny little scene from way further in my trans! Bradley fic - chapter 14/15 o (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot, we're currently on chapter 5 - featuring Uncle Slider

For context, Bradley came out after a mental breakdown and reunited with Mav and Ice less than two months before this scene. tw: slight misgendering (one slip-up)

March 2013

It was a big day — Bradley had been asked by Maria to meet someone else from the family as his therapy homework and Uncle Slider was selected as the one to fulfill that assignment. Out of the whole family, it was just him and aunt Sarah that lived in San Diego, and only the two of them knew that, well, that Bradley wanted to be called Bradley now and that he’d come out in the worst circumstances possible.

At least Ice said he did know — he was the one to tell Slider when Bradley moved in with them and he hadn’t said more than he was a little confused but he’s okay when Bradley asked how it went. He still didn’t know if Ice didn’t tell him more because he wanted to protect him or if it was truly all the reaction he had from Slider. He hadn't talked to many people since he came out and even the people he did talk to were strangers who Bradley would usually either never see again or could avoid seeing again. Family seemed like an entirely different category, one that made him freeze and tense with dread.

Hopefully, by the end of the day, he’d still be Bradley’s uncle.

He and Mav had just finished kneading the dough for the ravioli they were making when the front door bell rang. Ice, who was just watching them from the other side of the kitchen island, let his book fall down next to the fruit bowl and walked to the foyer.

Ice and Slider talked in the foyer for a minute, tones too quiet to hear the words, before Bradley heard their footsteps and Slider's voice broke through the door to the corridor, “So, where’s the wayward son?”

Ice sounded a bit exasperated when he replied but Bradley could still hear lightness to his tone as he said, “In the kitchen with Mav."

He tried not to worry. Tried to take it as a good sign and not to have the worst case scenarios flash before his eyes.

He turned away, back to the kitchen island and the entrance, looking at his hands, still covered flour from the dough. He saw Mav's concerned gaze in the corner of his eye, but he only shrugged, trying not to worry him.

It all should be fine. Even if Slider didn't react well to actually seeing Bradley as Bradley, it wasn't going to be the end of the world.

Mav pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh that could be only directed at Uncle Slider leaving his mouth. Bradley turned around.

First thing that caught his eye was a giant baby blue balloon, floating around Slider's head, the It’s A Boy! text in a darker shade of blue in semi-cursive.

Slider himself didn't look much different than the last time Bradley saw him in 2006, right before he retired from the Navy. He already had grating hair back then, now they were almost completely gray, there were a few more wrinkles around his eyes and he seemed to have lost some muscle from around his shoulders but he still mostly just looked like Bradley's Uncle Slider.

“Hey, kid,” he said, like he had always been. “I didn’t want to come empty handed but Shay is at a conference in LA and she’s the one who chooses gifts usually so… There was a shop next to the girls' school and I thought it would be, you know, fitting.”

Bradley hadn't been in contact with them when Slider and Sarah's second daughter was born — he had only heard about her from Ice, a couple of weeks ago when they tried to catch up on all the family matters he had missed in the years he was away.

“The youngest is six now, isn’t she? Sof, right?”

“Almost seven,” Slider replied, sounding quite proud. “Tells us to call her Sofia now, because she is too big for Sof. Well, unless you’re her Uncle Mav, then you can still call her Sof.”

“What can I say? Kids love me,” Mav quipped, right from behind Bradley.

“That’s because you’re a big kid yourself,” Ice supplied, rolling his eyes.

Now that he wasn't standing right behind Slider, watching him for any wrong moves or words toward Bradley, he had moved back towards the high chair on the other side of the kitchen island.

“He’s as big as a kid you mean,” Slider said, one hand making a little measurement gesture, cutting the air right below his shoulder, where the top of Mav's head would reach.

Bradley couldn't help it — he snorted.

Slider used the moment to step closer, pulling on the balloon's string, and handing it off to Bradley.

“Thanks,” he said. When Slider opened his arms, the same way he used to do whenever he wanted a hug from Bradley, his voice cracked as he added, “I’m covered in flour.”

“Come here anyway,” he told him and Bradley did, stepping into his arms. It had been a while but it also didn't feel any different — Slider was still the only person from their nearby family who was taller than Bradley, still would just wrap his long arms around his back and bring him close enough that he'd be sinking into his chest, put Bradley's face in the crook of his neck and say into the curls behind his ear, “You gave your folks quite a scare.”

“I know,” he whispered into Slider's shoulder.

“Good to have you here with us, buddy, really good,” he said and Bradley tried to soak in the moment, but at the same time not to put his dirty hands on Slider's nice black polo.

“Now, is any of you going to roll the dough for me or are you just going to stand there?”

Bradley let go of Slider, still not completely sure this day wouldn't become a disaster, but a bit more relaxed.

“I thought you finally bought him that pasta machine,” Slider said, mainly toward Ice as he took a step back toward the kitchen island.

“Oh, I did,” Ice said, with an accusatory tone to his voice. “Put it in the back of the cupboard right away and never used it.”

“My mamma didn’t need a fancy pasta cutter, I don’t need it either,” Mav said and it sounded like they'd had that discussion at least a couple of times. “Baby, can you roll the stuffing for me?”

“Yeah, just let me wash my hands again,” he replied, giving Slider one last glance over his shoulder as he moved to the sink.

Mav, satisfied now that Bradley was within his reach, turned to Slider with a glare. “What? If you’re not going to be useful, get out of my kitchen.”

Slider raised his arms and backed out, sitting down next to Ice at the other side of the island. Bradley could feel his eyes on him, following him all the way inside the kitchen but not adding anything.

Mav stepped next to him, bumping their shoulders — or his shoulder and Bradley's elbow, really — and asked close to his face, “You doing okay, baby?”

He turned on the tap, trying to gather his thoughts. “Yeah, I just—”

“I can still kick him out if you want,” Mav offered, way too eager. “In fact, I’ll take great joy in kicking him out.”

“You invited him,” he reminded.

“No, we invited him,” Mav corrected. “If it’s too soon—”

“I can’t live behind closed door forever, as much as I want to,” he noted because that was the truth. The past almost two months now, Bradley'd been seeing his parents and the healthcare professionals that were taking care of him and then almost no one else. At some point, he had to start living again, even if it was scary, being in the world and out and not in the safety of his parents house. Most of the time, he still felt a bit like a fraud, calling himself Bradley, telling people to use he and him when talking about, that he was guy — almost like he didn't deserve it until he looked the way people expected him to look.

“I know,” Mav said and he didn't seem any happier about it than Bradley, his eyebrows creasing as his hand reached to caress Bradley's cheek gently — he had flour on his hands, too. “I wish I could make the world a better place for you.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“Promise I’ll kick him out if he says anything,” Mav added, giving his cheekbone a last swap with his thumb and then putting his hands under the running tap.

“I’m pretty sure that if he does, Pops is going to be the one who’d kick him out,” he noted.

They were both standing around, watching their interactions like guard dogs, ready to bite at any slide of hand, and Bradley felt almost okay with it.

Bradley washed his hands and dried it off on the nearby towel. Mav sent him a wink before stepping away, bending down to find the rolling pin somewhere in the mess of their corner cabinet.

Slider called out, louder than he'd been talking to Ice. “Hey, is there a chance you made enough that I won’t have to think what to make for dinner for the kids?”

Ice sounded exasperated again, shaking his head at him and Bradley smiled as he said, “You just came here to steal our food again, didn’t you?”

“Told you a hundred times, brother, cooking well is his only good quality, I might as well milk it.”

Bradley shook his head at the familiarity of the whole moment and said, “You’re in luck this time — we’ve already frozen the first batch.”

“Don’t let him win, buddy,” Ice quipped.

Bradley pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie, taking out the bowl with the spinach and ricotta filling out of the fridge. As he carried it to the counter, the free space on the shelf below the kitchen island, right next to the ravioli dough, he felt watched again. He tried not to pay attention to it, but Slider was suspiciously silent, eyes scrolling over Bradley's mostly flat chest, clad in a binder invisible under his hoodie, and going up to Bradley's military-regulation short hair. He'd been looking like that the past few weeks every day but suddenly, it felt inadequate.

“Since when do you like Dallas Cowboys, kid?”

Bradley didn't have to look down to remember what he was wearing — the blue Dallas Cowboys hoodie he stole from Jake when he left Lemoore. Bradley didn't know shit about football but he used to go to NFL games with Jake whenever Dallas Cowboys were playing and they were in the area, it was Jake's team and Bradley would always wear one of his t-shirt or sweatshirts to blend in with the crowd and, well, because Jake liked when Bradley wore his clothes and Bradley like to wear his clothes. The past four months, the hoodie had been a source of comfort in the situations that made him nervous, used almost as often as the blanket hoodie Mav bought him in high school.

He wasn't about to tell them he missed Jake or who Jake was or anything else. "Can't I just like football?"

“I thought you were a basketball kinda girl—boy—guy—Shit.” It was clumsy but Bradley would give him points for trying. When Ice elbowed Slider into his side, he added sheepishly, “Sorry, Brad.”

“Please don’t call me Brad.”

“Sorry,” Slider repeated, scratching the back of his neck. “I thought it was Bradley now.”

“It is,” he said. “I’m just trying to avoid all the Brad Brad jokes that will come with it.”

“Yeah, you did make your life harder with that name change,” he said and just as he finished the sentence Mav and Ice turned toward him again, glaring. “I meant—”

“I know what you meant, relax,” Bradley told him, somehow feeling the tension oozing out of him now that the first slip had been made. “Mav said my parents had it chosen for a boy, so…”

“That does sound like something Goose would choose,” Slider said, slowly, and Bradley almost laughed at how hard he was trying to avoid his usual speak-before-think mode. “You can always go by your second name. Plenty of people do.”

Yeah, that was not happening. “I think I will just stick with Bradley.”

“By the way, Ron would make a great middle name,” he added. Ice elbowed him again but he didn't seem to mind too much and honestly, Bradley didn't mind the turn conversation had taken — it was all good-natured and so casual that it had almost calmed down most of his nerves. "Simple, traditional, can't be confused with a female name, what's not to like?"

Mav huffed. “Kerner, don’t even try—”

“What? He had a second name before,” Slider cut in.

“The paperwork is done already, anyway, so you’re a bit late,” Ice pointed out.

Mac turned to him this time, frowning. “It is?”

“Ice took me to the courthouse this week, after—after the session,” he admitted. Ice went with him inside and did most of the talking with the court clerk when Bradley couldn't reply to the simple what is the petition you need for question without spilling his whole life history. “I filed the petition.”

“I don’t think we chose a middle name, did we? Did you put one down?”

“I did,” he admitted, not elaborating and hoping they would leave it at that.

He concentrated on taking out the ravioli filling and scooping it into balls

“What is then?”

He only glanced at Ice shortly but that was enough for them to realize.

“Oh,” Uncle Slider only said before his typical shit-eating grin made its place on his face.

Mav didn’t say anything but he stepped closer toward Bradley, his close presence more than words.

Ice didn’t move even a millimeter. He bit down on lip, blinking the wetness out of his eyes and asked quietly, “You went with—with Tom?”

“Thomas,” he corrected, just barely hearable. "It's Bradley Thomas Bradshaw now. Or will, when the petition goes through."

"It's a good one, baby," Mav said, giving his shoulder an approving rub, eyes a bit watery.

“Not as good of a choice as Ron, but I supposed you can live with it,” Slider said and just like that, Mav turned to him and tried to hit him with the rag he was holding — he dodged last minute and Mav tried to hit him again, basically crawling over the kitchen island, until Bradley started laughing at them.

Ice was still looking at him, though, still speechless but with the corners of his lips quivering now.

#this will probably be rewritten by time I'm actually going to post chapter 14/15 but yeah enjoy #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #ron slider kerner #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #mavdad #icepops #technically background icemav #and a tiny mention of #hangster #this is from a hangster fic so it should count #(sif) lamp tag #charlie writes #op

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see-the-fandom-imagines · 1 year

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What’s in it for me?

Chapter 2/?

Chapter 1 Masterlist

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines

Warnings: None at all.

Word Count: 2629

A/N: As mentioned before I take inspiration from anime and live-action, so I hope it isn't too confusing! :)

And yes, this is incredibly slow-burn, but hopefully worth it.Also I had to put this episode into two chapters, otherwise they'd have been too long. I know it's starting slow, but I got a few things planned for the next chapters, so stay tuned.

It had been a few weeks now since you had started helping out in the host club and on most days everything went down smoothly. You went to work twice a week and joined Haruhi in Music Room 3 on all other days. After a while everybody got used to you, the girls would ask you less questions about Haruhi you had to dodge and you had talked a little more with each one of the hosts. You didn’t mind coming in so often to be honest, mostly because it meant you could hang out more with Haruhi, but you had to admit, as crazy as the other hosts were, you soon realized that they were some of the nicest people you ever met. Well, some were nicer than others, but still. You had rarely felt that accepted anywhere this quickly.

“They’re back to their nonsense…”, Haruhi stated and you chuckled, carrying a tray full of green tea, when suddenly a bunch of girls surrounded her. “Haruhi-kun, you look so great in that kimono!” “Yes, almost like a girl.” You smiled at her. She really did look beautiful. But as always when the topic got even somewhat close to Haruhi being a girl a familiar voice interrupted. “Haruhi, you've booked another appointment. It seems you've had a pretty steady flow of new customers lately. Keep up the good work.” Kyouya scribbled something onto a scroll while speaking. You wondered if he was actually writing or if that was just another useless prop. "I'm not going to charge you interest on your debt like I normally would, so keep this up and you should be able to pay it off. Although the rental fee on that kimono you're wearing is nothing to sneeze at.” He smiled sweetly, and all the girls seemed captivated by it. “Kyouya-sama”, one girl spoke up and you rolled your eyes. “You’re just too much in that kimono!” He took that compliment gracefully as you sighed and walked past, just trying to get out of the situation. “Oh, but why didn’t you get one, (y/n)-chan?” Surprised you looked up. A girl with dark brown hair had appeared in front of you, looking up at you with big eyes. "I bet you would look really cute in one, too." Did she blush? "Oh, well, I-" “Because she is not an official member”, Kyouya’s voice rang out without missing a beat and you simply chuckled dryly, looking down at your usual school uniform. “Ah, that’s true”, another girl noted, absolutely dazzled the second the older guy spoke up. “Let’s not talk about the rental fee…”, you murmured a tad too loud, so that Kyouya would definitely hear you, but the girls just kept on blabbering something about picture books. Somehow it didn’t even surprise you anymore that Kyouya sold secret photos of all of the hosts. You kept on listening, while putting down a cup of tea infront of another girl. But maybe you could use that to your advantage.

“Hey, Kaoru”, you yelled, waving the twin in your direction. “Just Kaoru?”, Hikaru spoke up and followed suit, taking one of the tea cups from your tray. You had known he'd follow in a flirty mood if you just mentioned his brother. Kaoru didn't react this strongly. Carefully you took out your mobile phone from your pocket with your free hand. “What is it, (y/n)”, Kaoru said, smiling at you, bending over so he could look into your eyes, but your gaze was fixed on your phone. You held out the tray for him, so he'd take the other tea cup, before placing the now empty tray on a random couch. “I just wanted to bring you some tea”, you said, smiling at him. He didn’t quite seem to believe you and his gaze fell on the phone in your hand. “Do you want my number?” You smiled. That wasn’t quite what you had in mind, but, “yes, if it’s alright with you?” Hikaru appeared on his brother’s side. “How unfair, what about me?” “I want your number, too, of course. I thought now that we are friends, we should be able to contact each other, no?”

Minutes later you sat down in front of Kyouya, sighing, playing with your phone. He didn’t even look up. “Is it time for your break, yet?”, he asked, but you chose to ignore that question. You lowered your phone, before bending over the table a little, trying to make eye contact. “Instead of making me carry stuff, let me help you with that”, you said, pointing at his scroll and the tablet that was hidden underneath a cloth. Only now did he look up and raised an eyebrow. “What? I might as well help out in a way that’s a little more useful, no?” Kyouya still didn’t seem convinced. You sighed. “You need photos to sell, but only got random blurry pics, correct?” “Yes”, he said. “You think you can sell them?” “Not quite”, you said. “But you need photos, no?” Kyouya finally put down his scroll. You had successfully caught his interest. “So you’re saying you can deliver pictures of all hosts that are good enough to sell?” “Better”, you smirked and lifted your phone.

Kyouya looked at the picture you had just taken of him, entirely without him noticing. It wasn’t the most professional picture ever, but it was also not blurry and it looked weirdly natural. “It looks like we’re on a date”, you exclaimed happily, but hushed your voice as you noticed some girls reacting to what you had just said. Kyouya seemed irritated at first but then began to understand. “Scroll through”, you told him, and he did. “Pictures of the twins”, you explained unnecessarily. “Look me in the eye and tell me those don’t look like the pics a girlfriend would take.” Kyouya smiled, before looking back up at you. That was smart. And no one had even noticed, which would make the pictures even easier to sell, since none of the other hosts would complain too much. You were really quite something. Maybe he had underestimated you, not that he would ever admit to that. You saw the sparkle in his eyes and grinned confidently. For a moment the both of you were just looking at each other, trying to read each others expressions or even minds, if possible, when suddenly you were interrupted by Tamaki shouting out random things again a little louder than he should have. Kyouya broke the eye contact and sighed. He got up, trying to see what that was about, but not without giving you a quick nod to signal you, that your talk wasn’t over yet.

"Damn it", you cursed, but got up as well, following Kyouya towards the commotion. The twins and Tamaki were greeting a girl that had partially hidden behind the door. She seemed shy. A new customer? You instantly felt a little bad for her, having not only the twins, but also Tamaki approach you, could be too much for most people. Especially since Tamaki obviously had activated his princely charm. “Please, you don't have to be afraid, my Princess. I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club.” But the new girl didn’t hesitate. Before he could even finish talking she pushed him away, screaming loudly. “NO! Don't touch me! You're phony!” Tamaki stumbled back, holding his face in his dramatic fashion. “Wh-What do you mean, phony?”, he asked but she didn’t let him down easily. You had definitely underestimated her. That girl was everything but shy. “Just what I said, you're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the Prince character of this Host Club! You shouldn't go spreading your love around so easily like that, you stupid!" Wow, she really kept going. "You must be a dimwitted narcissist! You're incompetent! You're a commoner! You're disgusting!" You waited a second to see if she was done, but had watched in awe as she kept insulting the self-proclaimed king of the club. Tamaki fell down, the other hosts watching him, concerned. Ouch. That hurt. Even Kyouya stepped closer, but only took a brief look at Tamaki, before he turned around to the girl. Realisation hit his features. “Could you be…” Surprised you watched his expression change, before you heard the girl scream again: “Kyouya-sama!” She ran towards him, pushing you out of the way and making you stumble backwards. Kyouya saw you fall, but he couldn’t react fast enough, for the strange girl had wrapped her arms around his waist. Thankfully, the next thing you felt wasn't the hard floor, but a pair of arms holding you, right before you would have collided with the floor. “Thank you, Senpai", you smiled up at Mori, who carefully helped you back to your feet. Your gaze shifted back to Kyouya who had instinctively lifted his hands, trying very hard not to touch the strange girl. Surprised you looked from him down to her, and back up to him. His gaze met yours and he looked like he wanted to say something, but she interrupted. “Oh, how I've longed to meet you! My one and only Prince Charming.” For the first time since you had started in this host club, you were entirely out of words.

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“Fiancee?”, the twins yelled in unison. “Kyouya’s?” “Yes”, she confirmed. You kept staring at Kyouya, who had remained silent the entire time. “Kyoyas fiancée”, you repeated, the word left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Did you know about this?", you asked Haruhi, who sat next to you, looking at least as confused as you were. "I had no idea", she whispered back, before the new girl continued to speak. “I am Renge Hoshakuji”, she introduced herself, but you still only stared at Kyouya. Was he really engaged? Maybe all those dramas were right and rich young kids did get engaged by their parents. Or did they choose to get married? No, that couldn’t be, the way he had lifted his arms as she hugged him really didn’t seem like they were deeply in love with each other. If that was even an emotion Kyouya could feel. “Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn't resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking. And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor little injured kitten.” “Is she serious”, the twins asked. “Could it be that you got the wrong person?”, Haruhi added. You still looked at Kyouya who finally realized your penetrating gaze and looked at you, face unreadable. “No way! I can recognize my love any where! He's a gentleman who's kind to everyone but doesn't ask for anything in return! He likes solitude but in fact sometimes he can get lonely!” The twins started yelling in the background, loudly expressing the confusion you all felt. That really did not sound in the slightest like Kyouya. Did he lead a secret life none of you knew about? You thought for a second, before you decided to speak up, also to hopefully calm down the twins a little. “If you’re engaged, why have you never met?”, you asked, and it worked. Everything went silent and the hosts looked surprised. “What?”, you asked. “Isn’t that obvious? She obviously needed a while to even recognize him and that description… No offense, but that’s not Kyouya.” “None taken”, he said, seeming almost pleased that his reputation hadn't suffered too much from her words. “She is right”, Hikaru started. “But it is quite common to get engaged without meeting the partner.” Your mouth formed a small 'o' and you looked at Kyouya, furling your brows. He noted your expression and couldn’t help but wonder what you were thinking. Were you … worried? Renge didn't even give anyone else the chance to react, though, because she almost immediately resumed speaking as if she hadn't listened to a single word either of you were saying. “He looks like the star of the popular dating sim Uki Doki Memorial! You're my real life Ichijo Miyabi!” She pointed at Kyouya, and suddenly the coin dropped. "Uki ..." "... Doki ...” “Memorial?” “Otaku!”, yelled Tamaki and the others followed suit. “I get it now”, Kyoya spoke up, “you're in love with that character. You're projecting that love onto me, and somehow deluded yourself into thinking that we're engaged. I assume this Miyabi character probably wears glasses as well.” “Ah my real Prince Charming! Ichijo Miyabi! I can't wait to get married! And we're gonna have the prettiest babies ever!” You felt the sweat drop from your forehead. Now she was already talking about babies. “So she made iit up, you’re not really her fiancé, right?”, Tamaki stated and Kyoya shook his head. “Well no, I don't remember ever asking for her hand in marriage." He thought for a while. "Besides, this is the first time I've ever met the woman.” Everybody stopped dead in their tracks, glaring at Kyouya angrily. Including you. “You could have mentioned you weren’t engaged ages ago”, you yelled at him, mad that he had made you worried in the first place. You sighed angrily and looked away. “I was worried”, you whispered, but Renge interrupted you again and this time you let her push you out of the way. You trained your eyes on the ground, not really knowing why all of this bothered you so much in the first place. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. “He really could have said so sooner”, Kaoru said, squeezing your shoulder slightly while rolling his eyes and you smiled up at him. He must have heard you. "Thanks", you whispered, and Kaoru blushed a little, but kept his hand where it was. "Really, the last person you should ever worry about is Kyouya", he continued, making you chuckle. He grinned at you, before his brother caught his attention again. For a moment you thought about just leaving, but Renge was already back in action. Kyoya had gotten up, too, seemingly to get his notebook, but something told you he just wanted to bring some distance between him and her without seeming rude. He stopped next to you as Renge finished her monologue. “I've made up my mind! From now on, I'm gonna be the manager of this host club!” Everybody sighed. “That was an option?”, you whispered. Kyouya shrugged. “You didn’t ask for that position.” You shot him another unbelieving glance, before you got up, now feeling the need to bring a little distance between him and yourself. A bit overwhelmed, you decided to step next to Haruhi. Maybe she could help you feel a little more sane around here. “Is it always like this?” She sighed, watching the scene unfold infront of her. “Mostly, yeah.”

Tamaki joined your corner and stepped inbetween Haruhi and Kyouya. He obviously was just as taken aback by the sudden attack of the lady manager. “Uhm, listen, Kyouya…”, he started, but got interrupted almost immediately. “Miss Houshakuji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client", Kyouya explained with a smile. "So please be polite and try not to offend her alright?” You scoffed which earned you a reprimanding glance from the host club's director. But you didn't care and instead just looked away and decided to take care of your tea again. You really didn’t feel like acting like a clown for some random girl popping in and pushing herself on everybody like that. You picked up your tray and some empty tea cups. She had just waltzed in here, claiming Kyouya was her fiancé and that she'd be the club's new manager. You felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. Probably because of the manager thing. A tea cup fell out of your hand. You stared for a moment at the shards on the ground, before you sighed and began picking up the broken fragments. That would cost you at least a 1.000 Yen. Silently, you continued cleaning up, not feeling Kyoyas observant eyes on your back.

Chapter 3

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