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#i’m so glad I got her quickly this time around even if I am missing a lot of my other key blades like adenine and zenobia
hs-is-loml · 2 years
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I've Never Stopped. (c.f)
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Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader
Summary: coming back to Cousins for the summer after skipping out last year after a rough breakup with your ex-boyfriend, conrad fisher. you hoped that maybe both he and his family had forgotten about you, but it seems like you’re in for a treat.
Warnings: lots of dialogue. swearing. angsty mention of a breakup. little kiss. fluffy ending tho. UNEDITED
a/n: the timeline that i have doesn't fully match with the actual series. also if you feel like you're seeing this twice it's because this was going to be two parts but i ended up liking it as one!
word count. 3.5k
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“You’re coming back this year, no more moping around about it, and that’s final,” your mom tells you.
“But what am I even suppose to do this summer while I’m there, it’s not like I have anything planned.”
“Actually, I signed you up to be a big sister this year for the debutante ball.”
“Wait, what?” you question.
“I knew you would say something like that so I got you something to do while we’re there.”
“Fine, whatever.”
You were sat at table two by Paige, the lady hosting the event and instructor. All the girls were mainly welcoming to you. Asking you questions like if this was your first time in Cousins and why they haven’t seen you around. You brushed off a majority of the questions but told them that you had skipped out last year due to college admissions. Which wasn’t a complete lie since you went to go tour universities like Upenn, Columbia, NYU, and Yale. You got early admission into Columbia and it started beginning of July of last year. 
You learned the girls' names which are Nicole, Shayla, Gigi, and a couple others. You tried your best to not give a reaction when they mentioned the infamous Conrad and Jeremiah Fisher. You noticed the chair next to you was still open at your table. 
“Hey, are we missing anybody?” you asked the girls.
“Yeah, this girl is a new deb this year,” Nicole replied to you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Belly Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher walking into the room. You wanted to sink down to the floor to disappear but it was too late. You saw Jeremiah dodge Paige and make his way towards you all giddy. You saw the girls around the table slightly fix their dresses thinking he was coming toward them. You keep your eyes glued down to the table but looked up the second he called your name. What a rookie mistake.
“Y/N! You’re back, man, Conrad is not going to believe this. We missed you last summer. Are you back for good or you going to disappear again?” he rambles to you as he gets closer. He hugs you from behind your chair and kisses your cheek. You blush immediately and notice that Gigi is glaring at you from the table.
“Hey, Jere,” you mumble out.
“I’m glad, you’re here.”
“You know, me too,” you found yourself admitting out loud.
“Okay, I gotta go before Paige has me kicked out, but I’ll text you,” he says rushing out the door.
“Hi, Bells,” you greet the oh-so-familiar girl taking a seat next to you.
“Hey, Y/N,” she replies, smiling at you. 
“So when were you going to tell us that you know, a certain lifeguard…” Nicole teases you, trying to ease the tension at the table. 
“Family friend, you know.”
“But that’s it, right?” Gigi asks you.
“Yeah, of course. He’s like my little brother.”
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“Y/N, wait up!” you hear from behind you seeing Belly.
“Belly?”
“I don’t want to push you or anything, but I just want to you know that I think Conrad would really enjoy a visit from you, we all would,” she says bashfully looking down to her feet. 
“Bells, I miss you too, but he was the one who broke up with me, remember? I don’t think that’s the best idea.”
“Think about it, okay?” she tries again
“Maybe.”
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“CONRAD, GUESS WHAT!” Jere yells barging into Conrad’s room. 
“What, Jere?” Conrad says, tiredly looking at him from his bed.
“She’s back.”
“Who’s back?” Conrad questions him.
“Who else, Y/N!” as those words left Jeremiah’s mouth, Conrad found himself getting whiplash from getting up so quickly.
“You sure, it wasn’t some girl that just looked like her?” he asked.
“Oh, it was her,” he hears Belly add from the hallway. 
“You’re shitting, me,” Conrad says exasperated falling back down to his bed. 
‘Ding’ Jeremiah takes his phone out of his pocket to look at the text message he had just got. He looks to Conrad who had his head stuffed into a pillow then went back out of the hallway to call for Belly. 
“Hey, Belly, you wanna go get ice cream with, Y/N?” that got the attention of quite a few people in the house.
“Of course, when?” “Wait, Y/N’s back?” “You’re going where?” all directed towards Jeremiah who seemed occupied on his phone texting back. 
“Bells, later before dinner so like in 20-30 mins. Steven, yeah, we saw her today at the deb lunch thing. And, umm, Conrad, we’re going out with Y/N,” Jeremiah blurts out in a rush. 
“You think I could go?” Conrad asks. 
“Yeah, me too,” Steven adds on.
“Steven, yeah sure that’s fine. I don’t know, Conrad.”
“Come on, I’m sure, she won’t even care,” Conrad pushes.
“Fine, but you better not make her feel unwelcomed. Don’t be selfish here, we all miss her you know,” Jere gives in.
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Your breakup with Conrad didn’t just affect you two but the families too. Your dad didn’t really like Conrad after finding you in your room crying when he had broken up with you. You were thankful for your parents especially your dad considering he was your shoulder to cry on during it. He made sure your mom didn’t push you too much during the weeks after everything happened. You loved your mom, but she never really got the hint when to stop at times. After the breakup your family still went to Susannah’s Fourth of July party that year, breaking the news to everyone you skipped out of going to Cousins because of college admissions. Everyone knew that it was deeper than that. 
When Conrad had broken up with you it was truly out of fear, you never knew that. You believed that he didn’t want to be with you anymore and didn’t care enough to give you a valid reason for it. Nobody really understood why he did it. It was so out of the blue since it seemed like you two were so in love with each other. They never expected for Conrad to turn so cold to you right before the summer, well neither did you. 
What was going through Conrad’s mind was the fear you would find someone better than him at the universities you talked about. He thought to save himself the pain and do it first. He broke up with you thinking that you would move on and be with some college guy. He loved you too much to see you fall into the arms of someone else while he wasn’t there. He trusted you, but that didn’t stop his fears from overwhelming him. What really pushed him over was when he found out that his dad cheated on his mom while she was going through chemotherapy. 
He was so scared to lose you that he lost you in the process. 
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You sat down outside of the ice cream parlor, nervous to be spending time with them again. Jeremiah had responded to your text saying he and Belly would both be going. You looked around to see if Jere’s car was around but you see a red jeep pulling up from down the street. 
“Shit,” you muttered to yourself.
You prayed that maybe Jeremiah just took Conrad’s car instead of his, but it seemed like the world was against you when you saw him coming out of the car.
“Yo, Y/N, I didn’t believe Jere when he said he was coming to meet you,” you hear Steven say first approaching you. He pulled you into a hug whispering into your ear. “Don’t worry about him, okay?” 
You appreciated Steven in moments like this.  You guys have a very brother-sister relationship and he always tried to look out for you. He won't admit it out loud but he was so furious with Conrad screwing up with you. He called you immediately when he found out last you. You've been helping him with trying to prepare for Princeton without anyone knowing. You reassured him that he could do it.
“I’ll try,” you whisper back while hugging him back. 
“Y/N!! Oh, have I missed you,” Jere says tackling you with a hug after Steven stepped back.
“You saw me earlier, you know,” you laughed at him.
“Yeah, but for like a minute, so that doesn’t count.”
“You guys could let her breathe,” Belly says behind Jere waiting her turn to talk to you.
“Hey, Bells,” you smiled at her.
“I’m glad, you thought about it,” she says to you quietly.
“I didn’t though, I texted Jere thinking only you and him would be here,” you whisper into her ear as you two hug. You glared at Jeremiah, but he didn’t seem to notice or maybe he just didn’t care. 
“Oh, sorry about that,” she responds to you nervously as she lets go.
You felt the world stop for a second when you locked eyes with the one and only Conrad Fisher. 
“Hey.” 
“Hello, to you too,” you replied monotoned. You didn’t want to give him the pleasure of giving him a reaction to his presence. 
“Let’s get ice cream, shall we?” Jeremiah says cutting the tension between you two as you turned your head to look at him. 
“Yeah, let’s head in,” you said changing back to your usual tone.
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“So, how’s uni?” Steven asked once you guys headed back outside to sit down.
“It’s interesting, to say the least…” you started
“Any hot people?” Jeremiah said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You felt Conrad’s eyes bore into you when Jere asked the question.
“Some, but frat boys aren’t really the best at relationships,” you answered.
“YOU GOT WITH A FRAT GUY??” Belly gasped.
“No way, you gave a frat a chance, Y/N,” Steven added.
“It was just a fling. Nothing that serious, really. We went out for like two weeks before I broke up with him,” you said looking at everyone sheepishly. 
“Was he good?” Conrad challenged.
“Excuse me?” you said puzzled. You couldn’t believe the nerve he had to ask you that.
“Conrad, chill,” Jeremiah gapped at him.
“Belly, how do you feel about being a deb?” you asked Belly trying to move on from the subject.
“Umm… I don’t know honestly. I’m really nervous about it but I’m glad you got assigned to be my big sister cause I don’t know what I would do without you,” she rambled on.
“Bells, you’ll be great. There’s nothing to worry about and if anything happens we’ll do it together, okay,” you said as you squeezed her hand affectively. 
“I can’t believe you’re a big sis, Y/N,” Steven joked with you.
“Yeah, my mom made me deb last year in New York. Then she signed me up to help here.”
“That sounds like her,” Conrad said quietly.
“Did you have fun last year?” Jere asked.
“I did actually. It helped take my mind off things,” you answered while making eye contact with Conrad for a sec before turning your attention back to Jere.
“Someone escorted you?” Steven voiced out.
“Yeah, I have a friend Luke who took me.” as you said that you heard Conrad scoff at the name. 
“Hey, we have to head back soon but what if you came to dinner? Please think about it, mom misses you,” Jere begged you.
“Yeah sure,” you agreed already regretting your decision. 
“You want one of us to ride back with you?” Belly asked with a mischievous look on her face.
“If one of you want to sure,” you had a feeling where this was going.
“Conrad will go with you,” Jeremiah stated while Conrad stared at him wide-eyed.
“Whatever, I guess, you’re driving though,” you add turning to Conrad.
“Okay,” he muttered out.
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The driving was filled with tension. Neither of you talking to each other but sneaking side glances hoping no one will notice. 
“Columbia, treating you good?” he asked while looking to the road.
“Better than you did,” you said bitterly
“Y/n/n, don’t be like that.”
“Be like what?”
“I’m sorry,” he said so quietly that you barely heard it.
“For what exactly?”
“For making a mistake.”
“Conrad, stop.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You know what you’re doing and stop it.”
“What am I doing?”
“You trying to make me forgive you after everything.”
“Can you?”
“That’s not the point. Why should I give you the decency of forgiveness when you couldn’t even give me a damn reason.” you scoffed as he pulled in front of the house.
You walked out of the car and headed towards the door, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. You got to the door and debated on knocking but instead chose to walk in trying to not make any noise. You heard Conrad shuffle behind you but ignored him. You walked into the kitchen and saw Laurel and Susannah cooking dinner. You sat down at the counter not wanting to disturb them. 
“Y/N! You’re here!” Susannah says happily to you. She lowered the heat on the stove and went to you for a hug.
“Hey, Y/N,” you hear Laurel say while you are engulfed in a hug from Susannah.
“Mom, you can let her breathe now,” Conrad told his mom.
“Connie, be quiet for a second. Let me just admire her, she’s so beautiful.” you blush at her words.
“Your mom was telling me that you got into Columbia last year right?” Laurel asked.
“Yeah, early admission.”
“That’s exciting,” she replies.
“Now, why haven’t visited us yet?” Susannah questioned you.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy getting stuff together to be a big sis for the ball,” you answered giving an excuse for the summer only.
“Oh, Belly was telling me about that. She’s really glad that she can spend time with you again. She’s always looked up to you,” Laurel said smiling warmly at you.
“I missed her.”
“Well, we’ve all missed you,” Susannah told you slightly glaring at Conrad behind you, pulling you into another hug. 
“Yeah.” you hear behind you. 
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Nothing was ever in your favor. You sat right next to Conrad and had Steven next to you and Belly in front of you. The room was filled with awkward tension seeping from both you and Conrad. You talked to Steven quietly as everyone else had their own conversations. 
“How’s the application process?” you asked Steven.
“Dad, says he thinks I can get in with some financial aid and I’m going to apply for a couple scholarships.”
“A couple scholarships for what?” Laurel sparks interest in your guys’ conversation. 
“I’m applying to Princeton,” Steven told her. Everyone dropped their side conversations and paid attention to Laurel and him. 
“I thought you gave up on that.”
“No, Dad and Y/N think I can do it if I get some help so I thought it was worth a shot,” he says to her slowly quieting his voice by the end of it.
“Laurel, Steven will be fine. If I could get into Columbia on a full ride, I’m sure he can too,” you try to reassure her.
“Yeah, and Y/N would only be like a 2-hour drive away too if I ever need anything,” Steven adds on. 
“Steven, I think that’s great for you, hun,” Susannah says sweetly.
“You going to let me steal your sweatshirt?” Belly asks Steven excitedly. 
“As if,” Steven scoffs.
“Hey, Bells how do you feel about a Columbia hoodie?” you say to Belly trying to make up for Steven’s rudeness.
“Really?” 
“Yeah, of course, I’ll bring it next time.”
“So you’ll be here the next time?” Jeremiah says jokingly.
“I'll be around.”
“That’s great, sweetheart. It would be nice having you around again,” Susannah tells you as you feel Conrad’s stare from your side.
“How’s football, Conrad?” you asked trying to make small talk. 
“I quit.”
“Oh.”
“You still doing volleyball?”
“Yeah, I’m trying out for captain next year.”
“That’s good.”
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“Can we talk?” you hear Conrad say behind you.
“Sure, give me a sec. Jere, she really likes you don’t mess it up.”
“I won’t!” Jeremiah yelled walking back into the house.
You and Conrad sit beside the pool as everyone is inside. You kept a distance between you two but Conrad seemed to inch closer to you by the minute. 
“What’d you want to talk about?” you said breaking the silence.
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“You see, Conrad that’s the problem you did.”
“It was for the best.”
“What do you mean for the best, I was in love with you.”
“I loved you too.”
“Sure didn’t seem that way when you said you wanted a break.”
“Y/N, I was scared okay.”
“Scared for what exactly, Conrad?” you snapped him not getting where he was going with this conversation.
“We would’ve never lasted with you in college.”
“Well, now we’ll never know.”
“You seemed to move on pretty quick so I guess I was right.”
“Oh fuck you, Conrad. I had my heart broken because of you and all you think is that.”
“You were going to leave me.” Conrad implied as his voice cracked.
“What?” you said looking at him and making eye contact. 
“You would’ve found some college guy and probably notice how much better he is than me.” 
“Conrad, I don’t understand.”
“I was so fucking scared, Y/N. I thought maybe if I broke up with you first it would save me some of the heartache. I think it only made it worse.”
“What do you mean ‘broke up with me first’? Conrad, I would’ve never done that to you and I’m offended you don’t have any faith in me.”
“My dad cheated on my mom okay,” he said to you looking down towards the pool. 
“Oh, Con, I’m so sorry,” you grabbed his hand. You felt him tighten his hold against yours when you tried to pull back.
“I found out a week before we broke up.”
“Oh," you muttered under your breath as everything started clicking in your mind about how your breakup went down.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything.” 
“I know, Con,” you said. 
Conrad Fisher always had that effect on you. No matter how much you tried to deny it you would always love him. For that, you would always end up forgiving him in the end. You wondered if he still had any love for you back.
“You know I never stopped loving you,” he said quietly, reconnecting your eyes. It was almost as if he read your mind.
“No. You can’t do that, Conrad. It hurts too much,” you said feeling tears fill your eyes. 
“I should’ve never done what I did.”
“Conrad, stop.”
“No. I need you to know I regret it okay.”
“You’re only saying this cause I’m back,” you said as the tears fell from your eyes. 
“I’m not. You know I tried visiting you once a couple weeks after everything but you were rehearsing with Luke,” he told you as he raised his hand to wipe away your tears.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you flushed as you saw him stare at your face slowly taking you in admiration.
“I thought you would be better off without me,” he said rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
“Con,” you found yourself slowly leaning into his touch.
“I’ve always adored you.”
You tried looking away from him but you felt him gently grab your chin and tilt it up towards him.
“You’re an ass.” you laughed trying to put your nerves away as you looked down to his lips before traveling your eyes back to his. 
“I love you and I am sorry,” he whispered to you as he pulled you in. 
“Con, this is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong. It’s only us,” he said inches away from your lips. 
He put his lips against yours and grabbed your face closer to him. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. It was as if you could feel the emotion Conrad was putting into this kiss, it felt like he was giving it his all. As if it was to make up for the past.
“Always know how to make a girl blush,” you said against his lips. You felt the vibration of his laugh as you said it. You missed hearing it. He pushed his lips back onto yours with the same kind of passion as before.
“Only you,” he responded as he pulled back leaning his forehead against yours. 
“Do you really think this is smart?” you muttered.
“It was stupid of me to ruin what we had in the first place.”
“Okay.” and with that, he grabbed your face into his hands.
“You. You’re the one I love and I promise I won’t make the same mistake.”
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familyvideostevie · 6 months
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october twelfth
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day twelve: james potter you encounter james at the bus stop | fluff, pre-relationship, flirty friends | 1.1k
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The dark clouds loom ominously as you wait for the bus. It’s the best way to get to the pub for the birthday party you’ve been invited to. You don’t know the birthday girl that well, but Lily invited you because she’s nice like that and you don’t have anything else to do tonight.
Your small gift — a bottle of wine — is in your bag and you’re glad you brought your umbrella because you are almost positive it’s going to start raining any second and you’ve got a nice outfit on.
A fall wind rips down the street and you pull your coat closer, eager to be at the pub already with a drink in your hand to warm you up. You wonder who else will be there. Frank, of course, and Lily and the girls. Sirius and Remus and…James. They’re all new friends, all people who seem to like you, and you can’t help but hope that one person in particular will be there.
And then the skies open. You fumble with your umbrella for just a second before it pops open and keeps you dry. It’s absurdly big — an old flatmate left it behind when she moved out so you took it. You could fit three people under here and you hope the wind dies down otherwise you might be like Mary Poppins flying down the street pretty soon.
You check your watch. The bus isn’t due for almost ten minutes.
There isn’t anyone else waiting for the bus though the street isn’t deserted, instead dotted with people pulling out their umbrellas and hurrying to wherever they’re headed. Heavy footsteps clomp to your right and you turn to see who is running in this weather. It’s someone rather tall who inspects the bus stop sign and then curses. He pulls off his wet glasses and runs a hand through dripping dark hair.
Oh shit, you think. You know this guy.
“James?” you call. You don’t know if he’ll recognize you, truly, even if you’re a bit infatuated with him, but you’ve met him a few times at dinners and parties and such, so surely he will? You think of him as Lily’s cutest ex-boyfriend in your head to stop yourself from calling him hot James.
He looks up at you, squints, then puts his glasses back on and grins.
He calls your name and waves but doesn’t move. Thank god he remembers it. “James, come here. You’re going to get soaked!”
Water splashes under his shoes as he jogs over and under your umbrella. It’s big, sure, but it feels much smaller with him hunched under it with you.
“Bit late for that,” he says. “Can I hold it?” He’s taller than any of your other friends so you hand over the handle and he shuffles a bit closer, raising the canopy to a better height for him. “Thank you,” he says with genuine warmth.
“Of course,” you reply automatically. You get a bit silly around him, which Lily has teased you about, but you can’t help it. He’s so handsome and quite flirty and very nice.
“Are you going to Alice’s birthday?”
You nod and he grins again.
“Brilliant,” he says. “I am too. Thought I’d miss the bus so I left without one of these.”
James strikes you as someone who does not carry an umbrella even when he knows it’s going to rain. You wonder if he lives around here. Maybe you’re neighbors.
“Lucky I’m here then.”
He turns his body a bit so he’s facing you more directly. “Yes, lucky indeed.”
“What did you get her?” you ask. How do you make small talk, again? You’re not terribly sure how to speak to James. All you know about him is that he and Lily dated at school, he’s tall and handsome, and he plays some sort of sport. And you’ve certainly got a small, tiny, totally manageable crush on him.
“What?”
“Alice,” you clarify. “For her birthday.”
“Oh,” he says. He looks sheepish. “I forgot, actually. Bit classic of me, I’m afraid. What did you get?”
“Wine.”
“Clever girl,” he says. You feel warm down to your toes. “She loves wine.” He sounds genuine in his praise. “I’ll just buy her some shots when we get there.”
You like how quickly this has turned into we, even if you’re just taking the same bus to the same party. It feels nice to be going with him. There’s something about him that’s…magnetic.
“When is your birthday?” you ask.
James looks a bit surprised. You’ve surprised yourself. Water runs down his nose as he studies you. “March,” he says. “The 27th.”
“Aries,” you say softly.
He winks, so quick you might have imagined it. “Well done. When’s yours?”
You tell him and he nods. “I’m no good with star signs, I’m afraid, so I’ve no idea which one you are.”
He sounds so genuinely put out that you laugh. James chuckles with you.
“Why do you ask?” Great question.
You shrug. “I just like to know. Maybe I’ll get you a present.”
James looks delighted. “Really? Well, now I’m absolutely getting you one.” Is this flirting? Are you flirting with James Potter under your own umbrella while waiting for the bus?
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” you say, nose turned up. Your face feels a bit hot despite the chill. You’re about to make another quip when James moves very quickly and suddenly his arm is around you, tugging you away from the curb moments before a car rushes by and sprays water all over where you were standing.
“Sorry,” he says. He releases you and situates himself so that the umbrella handle is between you once more. “Saw that coming. And those are nice shoes.”
“Thank you,” you say, a bit shy. You would like him to touch you again.
“In fact, all of you looks quite lovely despite the fact that it’s raining absolute buckets.”
Yeah, definetly flirting. “James,” you chastise, but he looks downright pleased that he’s flustered you.
The bus rounds the corner.
“And we were just starting to have fun.” He fumbles for his bus pass in his pocket. “Will you sit with me?” A silly question.
“Of course,” you say through a smile. “You can hold this, though.” You point to the umbrella. “Don’t let it drip on my shoes.”
He gasps as the bus pulls to a stop. “I’d never.” His palm is firm on your back for just a second before you get on the bus. Maybe tonight’s birthday party will be more fun than you’d hoped.
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literallylexa · 2 months
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DEAN X READER:
FOREVER AFTER ALL
IMAGINE SMUT
Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT
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BEFORE:
Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.
“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”
The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.
“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.
“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”
“What was the name of her ex?”
••
You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.
Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.
“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.
“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”
You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.
••
After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.
“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”
Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”
“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.
“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”
••
Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.
You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.
You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.
“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.
He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.
Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.
The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.
••
After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.
Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.
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NOW:
“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.
“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.
The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.
By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.
“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.
••
“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.
“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”
“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.
“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”
You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.
“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.
••
Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.
“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.
••
You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.
One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.
You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”
Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.
Maybe somethings last forever after all.
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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces
A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand
You only get so much until it's gone
Duracells in a Maglite
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll
They say nothing lasts forever
But they ain't seen us together
Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes
Just a t-shirt in the kitchen
With no make-up and a million
Other things that I could look at my whole life
A love like that makes a man have second thoughts
Maybe some things last forever after all
FM station on the outskirts
Blue jeans after years of shift work
All fading out like I always knew they would
The strings on this guitar
The first love lost on a young heart
Those things are gonna break after the getting's good
'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old
Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll
They say nothing lasts forever
But they ain't seen us together
Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes
Just a t-shirt in the kitchen
With no make-up and a million
Other things that I could look at my whole life
A love like that makes a man have second thoughts
Maybe some things last forever after all
They say nothing lasts forever
But they ain't seen us together
Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes
And I know there'll be that moment
The good Lord calls one of us home and
One won't have the other by their side
But heaven knows that that won't last too long
Maybe some things last forever after all”
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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!
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harlowcomehome · 29 days
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Going away party:
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You sat outside of your apartment building, waiting on the corner bench in disbelief as you checked the time on your phone for the third time. The breeze blew, sending a chill down your spine as your stomach started to bubble with rage, your legs were trembling as you sent another undelivered message to your best friend.
Jack made his way outside, handing you one of his spare new balance hoodies as he sat beside you on the cold metal bench. You quickly put it on, he didn’t utter a word to you but looked at you with worry, rubbing your arm as you leaned into his chest.
“It’s too cold for you to be out here alone” his teeth chattered, you knew he hated the cold but was worried about you. You turned to kiss him on his red-tinted nose before turning your back to him and fitting into the pocket of his arm.
“She said she’d be here” Your shoulders slumped, a deep sigh escaping you as he continued to rub your arm.
Layla took the news of you moving to Kentucky extremely hard, and you understood why. It would be the first time in a long time that you hadn’t lived in the same place, but tonight was your final night in Atlanta and she promised she’d show up to your goodbye party.
Jack eventually convinced you to go inside, worried the two of you would get sick with the temperatures slowly dropping and knowing you still had an apartment full of people.
Two hours had gone by when people started leaving and wishing you, Jack, and Urban well wishes and giving you warm hugs. You tried to enjoy most of the night but you felt like a part of you was missing, wondering why she wouldn’t come when you had just seen one another a few nights ago.
Urban felt a wave of guilt, wondering if his presence had anything to do with Layla's absence. He wore his vintage camera around his neck as he snapped a few photos of everyone tonight. Making sure to get a photo of you and Jack in your first place together, even if this one was short-lived.
Eventually Urban gave both you, Jack, and the rest of the remaining guests a hug goodbye before he headed back to his place for the last time, knowing there was an early start to the day tomorrow.
You started to immediately clean up the apartment when the final guest left, throwing decorations into a garbage bag and putting on some music as you and Jack got into the grove of cleaning up.
You heard a faint knock on the door and Jack jogged over checking the peephole first and opening the door to find Layla standing there. She was holding a small white styrofoam container. Jack stepped to the side, and Layla walked inside and straight over to you.
“Sorry I’m late” Her eyes brimmed with tears and you dropped the garbage bag beside you, running to meet her halfway. You held her as you both rocked back and forth, a wave of relief hit you and you were just glad that she was okay.
Jack took the garbage bag off the floor, leaning over to give you a kiss, his beard scratching your skin slightly. “I’ll leave you two alone for a minute” he smiled before going to the bedroom and closing the door.
Both you and Layla sat down on your couch which was completely covered in plastic, the sound was obnoxious.
“So, this is really happening huh?” Layla sniffled, referring to the room filled with moving boxes that were hidden in the corner of the room as best as possible.
Layla tried her best not to cry, she didn’t want to ruin this moment for you, even if it was hard for her.
“Moving truck will be here at 5 am and Jack, Urb, and I are leaving at 7” You nodded, only just now noticing the container she was holding.
“Is that créme brûlée? You remembered?” You recognized the stamp on the container immediately, a giggle escaping as a tear rolled down your cheek.
“How could I forget? It was the first dessert we had in our apartment, also the reason I was late tonight” she giggled, “minor details.” She smiled, standing up and walking to yours and Jack's shared kitchen. You followed her, handing her what was left of the plastic cutlery you had set out from the party.
“No, because you missed the entire party. I need those details” You opened the container and smacked the top with your spoon, cracking the top layer of the dessert.
“Get Jack in here, he needs to try this” she smiled, cutting a third section as you ran off to the bedroom to get him.
The three of you sat on the kitchen floor using a box as a makeshift table, Jack had his arm wrapped around you just as he did earlier.
“Now share with the class why you were late to your best friend’s going away party” you teased only half joking. Jack suppressed the loud laugh that wanted to escape him, sipping on his water bottle that he had nearby.
“Sassy! Okay, so the location near the apartment closed down and I didn’t know that, so I was panicking trying to figure out where that other location was, my phone died in the Uber on the way there, I got lost and had to charge my phone at a bookstore nearby so I could order an Uber back here, it was just a mess” Layla started to ramble as the three of you continued to eat the dessert.
“You didn’t even have to get it though!” You giggled pushing her shoulder. “I would’ve rather had you here.”
“I was trying to be sentimental!” She giggled knowing you would’ve preferred her company but she also couldn’t stomach the thought of actually saying goodbye.
“Urb was here all night anyway” You shrugged knowing that things had been awkward between them.
“He’s not going anywhere and neither am I, so that’s something we both have to get used to” She smiled at both you and Jack before taking another bite.
“Neither am I” Jack smirked making you giggle.
“ Do you like it?” You looked over at him with big doe eyes, it wouldn’t be a dealbreaker if he didn’t but it would be a red flag for sure.
“I’ve never had this before, but it’s really good” Jack admitted, making you and Layla both gasp.
“Crème brûlée is my favorite dessert!” you poked his nose before you stole the last piece making both Jack and Layla laugh.
“I’ll have to learn how to make it then” he mumbled, before standing up and throwing the container and spoons away.
“Do you need help packing anything? Is there anything I can help with?” Layla was worried that the night would be ending too soon, she knew she was significantly late but still wanted to soak up what little time she had left with you and Jack.
Just then Urban had walked in using his spare key. He forgot his cell phone on your kitchen counter, so there was no warning to be had.
It was the first time he and Layla had seen one another in a while, they both zeroed in on one another, you and Jack exchanging glances.
“Hi Layla” he looked at both you and Jack with sympathetic eyes. He was nervous to see Layla although he wouldn’t admit it in the moment.
“Hey Urb” she walked over to him, hugging him as they sighed against one another. His body was warm, the smell of his mahogany cologne flooded her nostrils.
Truthfully Layla missed him and wanted to say goodbye but didn’t know how to. The hug lasted longer than both had intended but it felt good and natural.
“You have to come visit us in the ville” he pulled back to look at her, her eyes desperately fighting the tears that wanted to escape.
She nodded, wiping her eyes as Jack handed Urban his phone.
“Take care of yourself Lay” Urban gave her a quick soft kiss on the forehead.
“Seven” Jack reminded and Urban nodded, “I got it, I’ll be awake.” He waved goodbye and went back to his apartment.
“Oh! I have something for you! Wait here!” You left Jack and Layla in the living room alone to go to your bedroom, you had forgotten that you set a box aside for Layla, it had a few pieces of clothing and jewelry you knew she’d like.
Jack quickly took the opportunity while he had it, “Layla, I hope you know I intend to take care of her.” Jack looked to make sure you weren’t coming back so soon.
“Trust me, if I felt like you weren’t prepared to do that I’d be kicking and screaming in this apartment right now” She playfully pushed his shoulder making him erupt with nervous laughter.
“Can you keep a secret?” Jack rocked back and forth on his tiptoes, he had been dying to tell someone all night.
“What’s up?” She eyed Jack up and down sensing he wanted to say something important. It was rare the two of them got the opportunity to talk alone. She was going to make a joke about how she had an air-tight NDA that made her keep secrets but thought maybe this wasn’t the time.
Jack pulled his phone out of one of his many pockets, the luxury of cargo pants really. He opened up a screenshot from his hidden folder in his phone, showing Layla a ring he was designing.
“Oh my- is that what I think it is?” She tried to whisper as best she could not wanting to ruin the surprise for you, she was practically jumping out of her body with excitement.
Jack nodded, “It won’t be ready for a few months but I’m sure. I know she’s it for me. When I have the proposal figured out I’ll be messaging you about it for sure” his eyes sparkled in a way Layla had never seen before. He was so sure, and confident as he was beaming with pride as he talked about a life with you.
“She’s going to love it” Layla knew for a fact that you were ready to marry Jack. You two had talked about it numerous times within the last few months, especially now that you were moving to another state for him.
“Don’t worry- I already spoke to her family too” he boasted one last time before you entered the room.
“Okay so don’t be overwhelmed by the size of this box” you interrupted the conversation as you walked back into the room holding a large box that practically covered your chest.
Jack quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket, taking the box from you and setting it down beside Layla.
“This big ol’ box is for me?” Layla laughed, trying to shake the conversation she had just had with Jack out of her head so that she could be in the moment.
“There better not be anything in here that’ll make me cry” Layla teased knowing she was already an emotional wreck tonight.
“Then I suggest you don't read the letter in there until tomorrow morning” You smirked, knowing you had written a sentimental letter for her to read and put it on top of everything in the box.
“I’m really going to miss you y/n” Layla sighed as she hugged you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.
“You’re going to come stay with us for a little bit when we get settled in right? That's still the plan?” You sniffled, the emotions finally getting the better of you.
“Of course” she winked at Jack who was standing behind you, knowing she might be seeing you sooner than you’d think.
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ceriseheaven · 1 year
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“bb be as dark as you want to be, my sick and twisted brain is loving all of this and i need more! i refuse to acknowledge that this "kink" is actually deep trauma lmao”
Girl… SAME BAH 😭 at some point I’m glad I turned my trauma into kinks bcs I wouldn’t be able to deal with that otherwise
But this shit might get really disgusting so if you get distributed by it, please let me know so I know what to write for you! 🤍
Dark!overprotectiv Eddie! (Hypersexual!innocent!reader)
Tw: drugging, NON CONESNT, somno, breeding, virginity (all of my beloved)
You and Eddie already being friends but he can’t stop stalking on you. His minds is getting more sick and sick every day. He’s fucking psychopath.
A psychopath: a mentally unstable person. especially : a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies
“Pf, that’s not me.” Eddie scoffed as he listened to his psychiatrist listing his potential issues. The doctor only looked at him through his glasses. Typical denial from a patient.
Eddie knew he was a psychopath. Fuck he was unstable. He got countless nights without any sleep, he was a danger to society by his pyromania, stealing, thinking that he’s the best and the fact that he wasn’t realizing that he was a danger for you.
Or maybe he realise that too well.
He always followed you. The more he knew you, the more he made sure that you knew about his presence. The way you kept looking behind your shoulder. The way you let out a breath of relief when you got into your apartment… but you were such a stupid dumb little girl.
It was a summer night and you ran quickly home. It was supposed to be your free night before meeting up with Eddie and you exactly knew how to spend it.
But you fucked up. You fucked up really good. Maybe if you paid attention that afternoon, you would noticed that your door weren’t locked. You would noticed that the wardrobe is open. You would noticed that your dirty panties are missing from your floor. And you would noticed that there’s a little camera in front of the bed on the shelf. And you would definitely noticed that the drink you left in the morning is a bit darker.
But no, you as dumb little girl had to think only with your horny silly little brain, am I right?
Silly little girl didn’t even notice that her best friend is eyeing her from the closet.
You quickly stripped yourself, pulling out your favourite dildo and lube. Eddie felt like he was in heaven tbh. Even tho he saw you do this many times. In a minute your pussy was glistening with lube and oh my god, you had hairs.
Fuck that shit. Eddie couldn’t help but to get his achingly hard cock out. He spat on his tip which was aching and leaking. He took your panties and wrapped them around his aching cock.
The way your horny little pusy took your dildo on a first try, they way you stuffed yourself with a high pitched whimper.
The way eddie jerking himself to you. You literally didn’t wait for anything. Leaving desperate cries as your cunt made damp noises making him mad. He needed you around his cock so badly.
Sooner or later your exhausted body gave up. Squirting a hot gosh of liquid on your dildo, soaking the bed sheets underneath you. You felt so good. You wanted to go again but suddenly a darkness took over you.
“Awh poor thing,” Eddie cooed and stepped out of the closet. You looked so spent. Cheeks flushed, your pubic hair dripping with your cum, your dildo still in you, gush of squirt between your legs “Poor thing fell asleep so fast.” He mocked as he moved closer.
Moving until his hand turned on the vibrator in your virgin hole. You squeezed around it, a little spray of gush escaping you. “Oh, my little princess isn’t done?” He laughed and took the vibrating dildo in you. He twisted in around, making you moan in your sleep.
“Awh do you like when daddy plays with your virgin cunny in your sleep? Too bad that I’m gonna use you.” He mocked you and pulled the dildo out. A small gush following. “Gonna make you squirt on my dick. Steal your virginity as mine.”
And he was right. He lubed his cock, spreading your pussy lips and nudging at your hole. You were so small to take him he almost cried at how cute you were. He pushed in you, stretching your virgin hole just to his cock, so you would for him the next time. Your pussy lips and hairs hugged around his dick just right. You squirmed in your deep slumber, squeezing around his dick.
“Fuck princess, you virgins are the best. Aren’t you?” He leaned down and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “Always so good for me, princess. So clueless and… pure. My pretty little girl.” He smiled and pecked your squished cheek.
The next moment his cock is hammering into you and making you squirt from time to time. A hot liquid gushing on his happy trail. “Gonna fucking cum in you. Gonna make you pregnant on a first try so you’ll stay fucking forever with me.” His words were aggressive, his thrust more firm. He pinned your hands behind your head as he peppered your face with venom kisses.
“Gonna make you so scared of everyone outside that you will stay by my side. Giving me as many kids as I please.”
“Gonna fill that little womb of yours with my heir. Gonna give you a baby and make you mommy. So swelled up, tummy full with my sperm and breasts full with milk,”
And then he’s cumming. Filling your fertile womb with his potent sperm. He’s grunting like an animal.
Then he’s pulling out, sticking his fingers back in yours to let his cum impregnated your eggs. He’s nuzzling to your side. Pulling your body to his and peppering your skin with kisses.
You might be drugged, but your horny pussy still wants more. You start grinding at his fingers, trying to find the comfortable satisfaction on your clit. “Fucking forgot that you virgins are always the horniest. Here, horny bun” he moves his thumb to your clit. “Here, ride my fucking fingers you nasty girl. Pregnant virgin pussy will never get enough, hm?” He harshly spits on your nipple, his other hand rubbing the spit on.
You moan into his neck, riding his fingers and sleeping like a baby.
He disappeared in the middle of the night. Cleaning any evidences that he was in your apartment. The next day you be met you in your small apartment. You were all pretty and giggly in summer dress. Completely unaware that Eddie’s seed already anchored in your womb, creating a new life.
This makes my pussy so hot I want to write second and third part, barking aggressively.
ALSO DEEPLY SORRY IF IT WAS TOO MUCH!
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nobody look at me. i said, NOBODY LOOK AT ME!!!! this truly has no business making me feel the way it's making me feel but again, i'm blaming & thanking the trauma.
“Gonna fill that little womb of yours with my heir. Gonna give you a baby and make you mommy. So swelled up, tummy full with my sperm and breasts full with milk,” this line and the one above it... i'm spiraling. dead. gone.
also, i'm begging for more parts of this i need to know what happens next PLEASE
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comphetkoncass · 6 months
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one-plus-one, easy math cass&kon, fake dating (no, really, she's a lesbian, this is a fake date) word count: 2557 also on ao3
“You… want me to be your plus-one?” 
Cass nods. She’s started talking lately, according to Tim, but she’s still pretty quiet. Kon thinks even when she gets more comfortable with speaking, she might still be a woman of few words – she seems the type to choose them carefully, the same way she’s precise with her movements. 
“Well…” Kon rubs the back of his neck, thinking it over. “I thought we weren’t dating anymore. I thought you were happy about not dating anymore.” 
Cass tilts her head to the side, and Kon knows she’s probably reading his entire soul. He squirms a little under her intense gaze. Then, “I am.” 
“Then…” He frowns. “Why are you asking me to be your plus one, if we’re not dating?” 
It’s a longer phrase, and Kon thinks she might struggle. But to his pleasant surprise, though she takes some time to consider her words, they don’t seem overly difficult. “...I need someone outside the family.” 
“And I’m the best choice?” he asks. “...Really?” 
“I was surprised too.” 
Kon barks out a surprised laugh. She’s learned enough for jokes, then, that’s great. She smiles, and he’s glad she’s comfortable enough to joke around with him still – he missed making her happy. As whirlwind and short-lived as their romance was, making her smile was a definite perk. He always got the feeling that joy was a rare experience for her. He just hopes she’s happy in Gotham. To him, it’s always been stifling – not least because Batman is an asshole. 
“So?” Cass asks, looking at him with intense brown eyes. 
“Ah, what the hell,” he finally says. “Sure. But I need to go shopping, I don’t have anything fancy enough for this kind of thing.” 
Cass smiles then – and holds up three separate cards in Bruce Wayne’s name. Stolen, he thinks, given the mischief on her face. Kon quickly discovers that, actually, there is a superpower better than his TTK, and it’s called money. He whoops in delight, and it doesn’t take long for them to explore Gotham’s downtown, going from shop to shop until they find the perfect outfits to blend in with high society. 
(Or, rather, how they think they could blend in with high society. Cass’s dress is probably too loose and flapper-style for the current era, and Kon’s probably has too much satin, but they match, and they make for a fun duo.) 
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In the end, Kon probably wasn’t the best choice for the Gala. But Dick and Tim are both gone on a mission outside Gotham, leaving Cass the only Wayne child to represent the family alongside Bruce. Kon probably wasn’t the first choice, either – and privately, Kon wonders if Cass is testing boundaries with Bruce, given he’d been all but banned from Gotham. If she is testing boundaries, he hopes she gets whatever she’s angling for, even if it’s just a little more freedom to hang out with friends. 
It’s not until halfway through the Gala that Kon starts to wonder if maybe Cass had ulterior motives after all. 
They’ve been talking and tasting the overpriced snack table for most of the night, almost-goofing-off but not blatantly enough to catch Bruce’s ire (or so Kon hopes). Kon’s been monopolizing Cass’s attention, something he’s pretty good at, if he does say so himself – he’s always been a charmer. 
But eventually, it wears off; that, or everyone waiting for a chance with Cass finally get bold enough to interrupt them. And while Cass is trying to throw a wad of caviar into Kon’s open mouth, at that. 
“Ahem,” a young man about Cass’s age says. “So terribly sorry to interrupt. May I?” 
“May you what?” Kon asks, straightening up. He wipes the tiniest trace of caviar from the corner of his lip – Cass is an excellent shot, and Kon’s pretty good at catching, so it’s not like she ever missed. 
Cass, meanwhile, stands up a little straighter. 
“Interrupt,” the young man says. “Miss Wayne, I don’t mean to take you away from… present company. But I was hoping for a dance. Perhaps a bit of light conversation.” 
Kon stares at the guy, raising a brow. 
Kon’s no body language reader. Not like Cass. But he knows her heart’s a little faster, in the bad way. The blood pressure raising way. He glances between her and the new guy, and ultimately decides, nah, he’s not going to let this happen. 
“Sorry,” he says. “Her dance card is pretty full. I could try to rearrange, but she and I, we’re pretty busy.” 
Cass looks up in surprise – an expression he’s not used to seeing on her face. 
The new guy, too, looks surprised. Kon thinks he can see his eye twitching. Kon bets his name is something silly, like Macadamian Rosegarden Cavendish the Third, and that he’s not used to being told no. 
All the more reason to say no, then. 
Kon sends him a friendly smile, then looks back over at Cass and extends her a hand. Time to go somewhere a little less approachable. “Speaking of dancing though – Cass and I should probably practice a little. I’ve got two left feet, see, and she's the best dancer I know. Cass?” 
Cass looks at Kon’s hand, then his face. Wordlessly, she takes his hand. 
Kon sends the guy a two-fingered salute, then is quick to walk with her to a less occupied part of the Gala. There’s a balcony nearby, one just big enough for the two of them. Kon makes a little more room by hopping up on the ledge, swinging his legs around so he can face Cass and the party inside the windows. 
Cass is quiet for a while, but she looks less tense out in the night air. He almost didn’t notice it beyond her heartbeat, but she’d gotten a little more tense when Macadamian Rosegarden Cavendish the Third had approached – a tension that hadn’t been there when it was just the two of them enjoying themselves. 
It takes a moment, but finally she finds her words again. “...Thank you.” 
“No problem,” Kon says. “Is it like that a lot, at these things?” 
Cass shrugs one shoulder. “Second gala,” she says. When Kon doesn’t quite understand, she pauses and elaborates, just a little. “...I don’t come to many. Not sure.”
Kon nods. That makes sense. “I hope you don’t have to go much more often then, because it must suck having to reject people so much.” 
Cass looks at the ground. 
Kon frowns a little. The wind disturbs her carefully ironed bob, and when she doesn’t try to remove it from her face, Kon reaches out with just a hint of TTK and does it for her. She looks up, equal parts confused and startled. 
“Sorry,” he says, putting both hands up and stopping his powers. “Just- Sorry. Got distracted. Wanted to help.” 
Cass crosses her arms in front of her chest. 
Kon finds his train of thought, then, and asks, “Do you usually get to reject them? Or do you end up dancing with them anyways?” 
Cass’s silence speaks volumes. 
Kon lets out a slow breath. It fogs in front of him in the chilly night air. “I’m sorry,” he says, sincerely. “That sucks.”
“Not your fault.” 
“Well… I’m glad I could come with this time,” he says. “So you don’t have to dance with anyone you don’t want to.” 
Cass nods. There is the tiniest hint of a smile again, and she tucks a lock of hair behind her ears. Then, quietly, “Even you?” 
It takes him aback for a second. Then, he understands what she means, and nods. “Well yeah, I only said your dance card was full to lose that jerk. You don’t have to actually dance with me – even though I will say, my dance moves are great, I’m an absolute party animal. I can do the Mashed Potato like nobody’s business.” 
Cass blinks, serious instead of laughing. “Mashed potato?”
Kon grins, standing on top of the balcony ledge. “I’m so glad you asked, I’d be happy to demonstrate-”
He’s pretty sure he’s not doing it exactly right, but Cass looks almost hypnotized by the way his heels click and his knees move in sync with an imaginary rhythm. He’s definitely doing the hands wrong, but he’s having more fun with it this way. 
“Dancing with yourself?” Cass asks, grinning up at him. "Not a waltz?"
“Way more fun,” Kon says with a grin. “I could show you how to do it yourself?” 
Cass just laughs at him. She’s already imitating his movement – in a way that flows better than he’s doing. Right – almost forgot, movement was her first language. Of course she’s better than him already. 
Instead of feeling put out, Kon just grins at her. 
She looks like she’s having fun again – and really, that’s all he wants. 
When she looks back up at him, her smile is everything. Kon knows she isn’t interested in a relationship – or at least, not one with him. Kon checks in with himself, gives himself a stern reminder not to read into anything. He’s here to make sure she has fun, and that’s all. 
Eventually, after teaching Cass the Twist, the Shopping Cart, and an attempt at the Moonwalk – all of which she masters immediately – Kon hops down from the ledge and moves to sit again. 
He looks up at the sky, and mourns the fact that Gotham doesn’t really have stars. “Thanks for inviting me,” he says sincerely. “It’s been really fun tonight. I haven’t gotten to go to something like this in a while, and the ones I went to before – they weren’t that fun, either, even if they were a lot less fancy than this.” 
Cass looks a little surprised. “But you’re so… exciting?” 
Kon chuckles a little. “Yeah,” he says. “But it’s still more fun here with you.” 
It takes her a moment to chew on that. Eventually, she moves to sit on top of the ledge next to him. They both look inwards at the party, watching ladies in fancy dresses dance with well-dressed men in suits. The fake laughter, the champagne glasses. Kon’s never been that familiar with the super-rich, but he’s had his fair share of parties. Especially back when he was Just Superboy. 
Ever since getting his name, and especially after moving in with Ma and Pa Kent, life’s been a lot slower. More balanced. He has room to breathe. 
Kon doesn’t know much about Cass’s life before being adopted by Bruce Wayne. But he hopes it’s been a relief for her, too. That whatever her life was like before, that she can breathe in this fresh start, too. He hopes it’s not constant vigilante work all the time. She deserves a chance to have fun and be a real person, too. 
When Kon looks back, he finds Cass staring at a young woman with a particularly daring backless dress in crushed velvet Prussian blue. 
Her cheeks are pink, he notices.
And he thinks, maybe he’s reading into this too much. But if he’s not, he thinks he understands her a little bit better. And maybe why she seemed to have a lot of fun on their date, and liked the idea of a romance, and a TTK castle in the sky, and a spark of real love with someone – but why something was missing. 
“She’s pretty,” Kon says, looking at the young woman, too. “Do you like her dress?” 
Cass turns to him, brows furrowed. She glances between his body language and his lips, seemingly puzzled. “I wouldn’t want to wear it.” 
“Sorry,” Kon says, realizing he might be confusing her by being subtle. “I wouldn’t expect you to, yeah, it’s not very practical.” 
Cass looks at him again, still confused. 
“...But,” he says, “It’s okay to like how it looks on her. It’s okay if you think she’s pretty.” 
Cass doesn’t say anything for a little while. Her face is still a little pink. 
“Pretty doesn’t matter,” Cass says, but her eyes don’t leave the blue dress. “It’s not supposed to.” 
“Sure,” Kon says. “But dancing doesn’t matter either. And it can still be fun. Pretty – sometimes pretty can be fun. Sometimes people like to look pretty just to enjoy it. Like art, or whatever.”
It takes a moment, but finally, Cass nods. “And she?” she asks. “She wants to look pretty so that someone sees her as pretty?”
“Something like that.” 
“Her date,” Cass says. Her eyes are laser-focused on the man locking arms with her. “She wants her date to see her as pretty.” She pauses for a moment. A long one. Then, in a smaller voice, “Not me.” 
Kon is quiet for a moment, not sure what to say to that. 
Cass’s shoulders slump. ��I shouldn’t look. I wouldn’t want her to feel-” She frowns, looks over at the boy who had asked her to dance earlier, who Kon had helped her reject. And Kon recognizes her dilemma. The fear of looking, of asking to dance, when it’s unwanted. When there is a fundamental incompatibility. 
Cass shivers, and Kon sheds his jacket to drape over her shoulders. It’s satin, so it doesn’t do all that much to protect her from the cold, but Kon likes to think it at least helps. She pulls it closer, and looks more at ease immediately. 
“You don’t have to look if it makes you worried to think about this kind of thing,” he says, carefully. “But it’s not wrong to think she’s pretty, regardless of who she’s trying to be pretty for.” 
She looks up at him, still unsure. 
“Trust me on this,” Kon says, adding a wink for flair. “It’s okay if you don’t like boys. It’s okay if you like girls – hell, it’s okay if you only like girls. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
Cass looks in through the window, of the sea of wealthy Gothamites. Kon follows her eyes to the small, formal dance floor – where the only ones dancing are men-and-woman pairs. How they lean in close to each other; how the man leads the woman, how they’re pushed close together, how it’s impossible to miss the intimacy in the way they hold each other, even in formal dances. The way men’s suits cut neatly to their waists and flatter masculine figures; the way the women’s dresses accentuate whatever she believes her best features to be. The way they all follow the same type of dance, with no room for new steps. No room for fun. 
He thinks it cuts quite a picture against two vigilantes, teaching each other how to dance with themselves in the cold night air. 
“Someday you might get to dance with a girl,” he says. “Sorry if it might not be tonight. But someday.” 
Cass laughs a little, pink to her ears. “And you?” 
“What, who am I going to dance with?” 
She nods. 
Kon lets out a long breath, leaning backwards, elbows brushing the railing. He’s not sure himself. “I like dancing, just not the boring, stuffy kind,” he finally says. “As long as my partner’s having fun, I don’t really care how I do it, or who I’m dancing with.” 
Cass follows his eyes – the way he watches everyone inside the window, his eyes not particularly caught by any one person. 
“Okay,” she says, and accepts that as an answer. Kon thinks she reads something different in his body language – but if she does, she doesn’t tell him any different. 
"Let's stay outside a little longer, yeah?" Kon finally says. "I think I remember the Electric Slide. I've got the song on my phone and everything."
Cass grins, and Kon pulls up his phone. The Electric Slide clashes horribly against the orchestra inside, but he doesn't care. They've got their own dancing to do, and they'll be doing it to their own rhythm.
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Vampires Part 8
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Soap sat at the table right after sunset. His vampires, Price, and now Chuy, because apparently he decided to invite himself in, were sitting with him. Chuy was wearing his outfit again, deer skull included. It made him look very unnerving. 
“So your fiance will be here soon?”
Price nodded excitedly. “Yep. She’s wonderful.”
“She?” Ghost laughed before realizing he was serious. “Ah. Damn. Seriously?”
Price frowned. “I’m bisexual.”
“I know, I just thought better of women. Even witch women.” Ghost replied, shrugging. 
Price stared at him, slightly opened mouthed. “Damn. Cold, Simon.”
“Ghost.”
“Simon. Anyway, she’ll be here shortly. Her name is Clara.” He looked so happy that Soap couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Even if he was pretty sure Price was being used. 
Alejandro hummed. “Right. Anyway.”
Rodolfo raised his hand. “I don’t really care about your fiance, I’m more worried about the hunter walking around talking about bigfoot. Can we focus on that?”
“No. you guys gotta meet my fiance.” 
“Fuck that.” Alejandro spoke up. “I agree with my lovely husband.” He kissed Rudy’s hand, looking at him with giant heart eyes. 
Ghost groaned. “Do you guys have to be so in love?”
“Loser.” 
“Lonely ass bitch.” 
Ghost frowned. “Goddamn…” 
Price hissed loudly and they all turned towards him. He looked a little flustered, as if they weren’t actually supposed to hear him. He took a deep breath. “As the eldest vampire, I am requesting you guys please meet her.” It was said with a touch of… sincerity that had been absent from Price in a wild. 
Interviewer: I’ve been meaning to ask. Ghost puts up with Price because he’s his sire. Rodolfo seems to like him. However, you don’t seem to like him. 
Alejandro: Don’t know. Guess I miss how he was. Sometimes it feels like I got the last few years of lucidity. He probably told he was four hundred years older than Ghost right?
Interviewer: I thought he said two hundred.
Alejandro: He told Rodolfo a hundred. I thought for the longest time it was just something he did, but I think he just doesn’t remember.
Interviewer: Ah. And the comment about lucidity.
Alejandro: I think he’s half insane. It happens. Mentally, being alive a long time… it makes things tiring. 
Interviewer: I noticed the way you looked away when Rodolfo asked if you regretted being turned. Do you?
Alejandro: No. Course not. I love my husband.
Interviewer: I can see your love and devotion to him. But I’m asking, do you wish you died human? 
Alejandro: Sometimes, I do. I wish Rodolfo killed me that night. However, I’d never want to make him go through the centuries alone, so I’m glad I am here with him. 
Interviewer: Thank you, Alejandro.
“Alright, sir.” Ghost mumbled. “I’ll meet Clara.” He smiled, eyes crinkling. 
Price smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you, Simon. Rodolfo, Alejandro, Gaz, I hope you all like her.”
Simon and Chuy looked at each other and shook their heads.
Gaz hummed. “Will it be super awkward?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Gaz nodded. “That sounds nice. Like chicken soup after a hard day. I’m in.” 
Interviewer: So do you regret turning into a vampire?
Gaz: How do you know I wasn’t born an energy vampire?
Interviewer: Oh, were you? That’s fascinating.
Gaz: No, I mean I was turned. Just why did you assume?
Interviewer: I mean. I just thought all vampires were turned. Who was your sire? 
Gaz: My mom when she birthed me. I lied, I was born.
Interviewer canceled the rest of the interviewer due to “broken pencils”. 
Price smiled fondly at Gaz before quickly going to get the door, answering before Clara even had the chance to knock. She giggled as he picked her up and twirled her before leading her to the kitchen. 
“Oh this is nauseating.” 
Rodolfo hit Ghost. “They’re cute.”
They kissed passionately. 
“Nevermind.” Rodolfo hissed under his breath. “Clara?”
Clara quickly pushed Price back a little and properly introduced herself. She was how described. Dark hair and nice. 
Too nice. 
Soap liked her. She shook his head and smiled at him before moving on to them. 
“Oh!” Clara said softly while staring at Ghost. “You must be Simon.”
Price flinched and looked guilty. And a tiny bit betrayed, as if he had warned her prior.
“Don’t call me that.” Ghost got up. “Okay, this is horrible. I need to leave.”
Price grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat. “A little effort.” 
“Don’t call me something stupid.”
Price sighed and plastered a smile on his face. “Ghost.” He introduced everyone there to Clara and Clara waved just a little. She didn’t look at Price much, but when she did, she did look like she liked him. Maybe not love in any of their opinions, but that’s okay. Maybe it would blossom? 
If they stayed together long enough. 
Maybe. 
The two of them stared at each other for just a second and Chuy got uncomfortable. 
“Alright. I’m gonna head out.” 
Clara frowned a little before perking up. “I’ve heard about a hunter in this area. Hope you’re doing okay and he hasn’t given you too many problems.”
Chuy faltered and shrank down when Reyes got brought up. Ghost wondered why he didn’t just have them get rid of the guy. It would be easier. 
“Well… yeah. He’s uh… Yeah…”
Clara noticed his hesitance and decided to drop it. 
They had a delightful conversation honestly. 
Price informed them all that the wedding would be that Friday. “Because of the goddess Freyja. May she bless our marriage.” He smiled, showing fangs. 
Rodolfo looked at the interviewer, clearly cringing. 
“That sounds wonderful.”
“May Clara stay here until then? We’re having the ceremony in the graveyard nearby.” Price took his hat off and held it to his chest in a pleading manner.
Collective groans occurred before they agreed. She could stay. 
Interviewer: The vampires think you’re after Price for his… uh…
Clara: His money? No. I’m rich enough actually.
Interviewer: No his… um… Dick?
Clara: It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not that artificial. I just want his heart. 
Interviewer: That’s sweet. 
Gaz put his hands on the table. “Before I ask this, I promise not to feed on anyone.”
Price nodded. “Okay.”
“Can I bring Alex?”
“That dog?” Price groaned. 
Alejandro started to look at face masks and Febreze. 
“Yes. He’s my boyfriend. You can’t tell me he’s not attractive.”
Soap nodded. “And really cool too.”
“See! And he doesn’t smell bad. He smells like cologne because he drowns himself in it before he comes here.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.”
Gaz sighed. “If he can’t come, I’m not coming.”
Price rubbed his temples. “Alright. He can come. Have him invite Laswell too.”
“At that point, why not invite the rest of the pack?” Alejandro pointed out, frowning. More out of confusion than anything else now. 
“Fair. Let’s just invite all of them. And Chuy. And Koenig if the lad can ever make it here. I heard he was coming to our area a while ago.” Price pointed out. 
Ghost hummed. “I’ll reach out to him through the ether later.”
“Fantastic idea!” Price clapped, looking very excited. “I’m getting married again!” 
Interviewer: So, why do you want to kill bigfoot so bad?
Reyes: Bigfoot took someone very dear to me. 
Interviewer: You want revenge?
Reyes: Yes. Bigfoot took… well. I shouldn’t say boyfriend. We were neighbors. Jesus. He was beautiful. He was kind. Rather generous but could set harsh boundaries if needed. I fell in love with him more every time we interacted. I watched that thing disappear from his home the same night he disappeared. 
Interviewer: And why a crossbow?
Reyes: Well, the majority of hunters use them. They’re quieter, easier to certain materials, and you can reuse arrows. Plus, a lot of creatures aren’t hurt by bullets and needed something sharp that will pierce them. 
Interviewer: Fascinating. Thank you so much. What else do you hunt?
Reyes: Well, normally I hunt and kill werewolves but since the night happened, bigfoot is all I have my eyes on. 
Interviewer: Understood. And where are your plans now?
Reyes: To break into the Scottish man’s home because I know he’s harboring monsters. 
Interviewer: How can you tell?
Reyes: Only someone who knows of monsters listens to advice from someone who’s a monster hunter. He didn’t take me seriously, so he wasn’t paranoid. 
Interviewer: That’s smart.
Reyes stayed true to his word. He caught them by surprise because the interviewer wasn’t going to interfere there. With his crossbow in hand, he aimed right at Chuy. Deer skull shining in the cryptic light of the room. 
“You bastard. I am finally getting my revenge against you.”
Chuy perked up when he came into the room. Not flinched or shrank or looked to leave. He leaned into Reyes’s aim. Soap thought he was an odd fellow. 
“Why?” Rodolfo interrupted his clearly well thought out speech. He was currently sewing and seemed a bit put off about being interrupted. Everyone else was around doing similar hobbies now that Price had stopped talking to them. Even Soap was just casually drawing. 
Reyes stumbled over it, caught off guard. “As I was about to explain.”
Clara snapped her fingers. There was no blast or light. Just a simple sound. 
Reyes swallowed thickly and shook his head. “Ah…. I was saying…” He paused again and this time frowned. His nose twitched and all the bravado left him. 
The man shook and shuddered, not fully reacting yet but clearly something… internal was happening. 
Chuy stood and rushed to grab Reyes who tried to get away from him. Soap prepared himself to watch Chuy rip the man to shreds but before Chuy could even lift his mask to uncover his mouth, Reyes shrank and contorted. His body twisted and curled, enough to drag ragged, pained groans before they transitioned into squeaks. The shirt in Chuy’s hands stayed solid but the rest dissolved and bubbled into the rest of him. And in his place stood. 
A rat. 
Well groomed and with fur as dark as Reyes’s hair. It looked soft. Almost cute. 
Chuy scooped him up immediately. “Enzo?”
The rats frantic movements to escape halted as it went still, looking at Chuy with wide rat eyes. 
Chuy slid the mask off, revealing his face to the rat who continued to stare.
“Mi corazón. I am so sorry. I was so bored with my old life, I never anticipated anyone noticing me being gone. Yes, I lived as your neighbor your years, but I never realized how you looked at me.”
Alejandro stopped playing the piano. The room was silent.
“I noticed you but you were human. I couldn’t… drag you into this world when it’s so unsafe.”
If Ghost put his hand on Soap, it wasn’t noticeable. 
“I live so long. I wanted to start new. Do something completely different. You were… new. So fun. Interesting. As you chased me, I will admit, I grew affectionate for you. Maybe that was my mistake, putting you in such danger.” Chuy gently pet the rat, watching it relax. “Mi corazón, can you understand me?”
No response. 
“That is okay. It’s best you still don’t know my affections. You should go home. Be human like you’re supposed to be.” 
Chuy gently held the rat. “My sweet Enzo.” He took a deep breath and held him out to Clara. “I appreciate what you did. But I’d like you to turn him back and erase his memories of me.” 
Clara frowned. “No.”
Chuy frowned. “What. No. You don’t get to say no, change him back.”
“I can’t. I’m not able to erase memories. Not the right kind of witch for that. If I make him human, he’ll probably kill us.”
“No, listen, I can talk to him then. Convince him to leave, he has a soft spot for me, It’ll be fine.”
Clara frowned and waved her hand, but nothing happened. “Sorry, out of juice. He’s stuck.”
Chuy stared at Enzo, the rat in his hands. 
“Look, luckily with his age, you have another few months!” She clapped happily. “Plus, well, he was only human. What’s the saying? Don’t worry about breaking them, they’ll die soon anyway? Or is it don’t worry about breaking them, they’re replaceable? You said it yourself, this world is dangerous for him. At least now, you can keep him safe in your pocket. Now, I’m going to go finish planning my wedding.”
Chuy stared at Reyes in his hands, clearly seething. He growled and Soap noticed how many teeth he had. 
“Do any of you know any other fucking witches?”
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Thankfully, there was no school today which meant everyone got to sleep in. Since F/n, Shoto, Tenya and Ochaco felt concerned for Izuku, they had decided to not go to the carnival until their friend felt better.
It just didn’t feel right for them to have a good time while Izuku was sick and could possibly have something severe going on. A day had passed since they last saw him, but they made sure to check up on his well being.
Besides, it wasn’t like the carnival would be leaving soon, they still had a week left.
Bed-ridden, Izuku’s quiet breathing emitted from his room. His lower body was covered with his blanket while his upper body was free. He didn’t mind that his room was a little chilly. It kind of felt nice that his fingers were cold, almost like he couldn’t feel it and the goosebumps that traveled up his arm.
His dull half-lidded eyes stared at the ceiling. He could hear the wind slap against his window and the dull light coming into his room. His alarm, which rested on a nightstand and placed next to his bed illuminated his room.
11:34 AM.
He had woken up about an hour ago and all he did was stared at the ceiling. He didn’t answer his worrying mother or ate breakfast that smelled good to his nose, even if his stomach rumbled. He wanted to get up but he couldn’t.
He felt like he was missing something. Like a part of him wasn’t there. Like a half of him had been detached and they were both seeking each other. He wondered…
What was it?
.
..
I think we all know.
His phone buzzing made him jolt and he quickly removed it from the charger. His dull eyes came back to life and his lips turned into a smile. A message from F/n heated his heart.
F/n
I’m glad to see you are doing well. ^-^
We should hang out soon!
At first, Izuku felt like he was being ignored. He wanted her attention on him, but it was so hard with her other friends around. When she came late to school, he tried to grab her attention but he noticed something was wrong with her. He of course wanted to say something but his timidness got the better of him.
This time he’ll try extremely hard to make sure she notices him. E̷̷v̷̷e̷̷n̷ ̷i̷̷f̷ ̷h̷̷e̷ ̷h̷a̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷d̷̷o̷ ̷u̷̷n̷̷e̷̷x̷̷p̷̷l̷a̷̷i̷̷n̷a̷̷b̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷t̷̷u̷̷f̷̷f̷. Though, he had to admit that seeing her deathly worried about him made him feel really good.
Izuku
Thank you!
Maybe we can hangout today?
He nervously bit on his nails, his eyes watching as three dots appeared and then disappeared with a text popping up. His smile widened as she agreed.
F/n
The others want to meet up at the carnival!
I’ll see you in an hour!
His smile disappeared. Maybe he should’ve been more specific. He wanted it to be just them two. Should he text her to clarify? Maybe not, after all he had an hour to get ready and see her. Another time.
Just like she wanted, he left his apartment and began to walk to the carnival. The weather was nice, besides the clouds covering the sun and wind slapping against his face. It didn’t take long to reach the destination. His smile returned as he spotted her waving at him.
Like always, she looked beautiful.
“I’m a bit worried to see you outside considering you have a fever.” She glanced at his appearance, “Is this fine for you?”
He hoped that the blush on his cheeks would go unnoticed, “I-I’m fine! My fever has gone away.”
“Good.” She then pointed behind where the bright lights and rides sat, “Anyways, the others are meeting us inside.”
Unexpectedly, she took his hand and guided him forward. He let out a small noise as the blush grew darker. He began to tremble, his heart beating like crazy, no doubt could be heard if they were in a quiet room. His mind was driving him crazy with scenarios and thoughts.
Did this mean she likes him?
Did she feel the same way he felt?
Did she want to spend eternity with him?
Oh. He just hoped that she couldn’t feel his hand as it began to sweat. He wanted to wipe the collected sweat on his forehead but he was just so nervous. It didn’t help that he felt like he was underneath a million blankets, his body being set on fire.
He was lost in his mind, that he had forgotten they were meeting up with others and soon reached them. He felt disappointment wash all over him as she let go of his hand and greeted everyone.
Tenya immediately looked at Izuku, “You! You should be resting and taking medicine! How else do you expect to get better if you’re outside in the cold?”
“O-Oh..we-”
“He said his fever was gone.” F/n looked at him, “Besides, he looks better than he did before.”
Ochaco let out a sly smile, “Much better.”
Shoto then looked at Izuku and noticed the dark eye bags, “You should have stayed home.”
Izuku glanced at the two-colored hair male. He knew he didn’t mean it in an offensive way, but he slowly began to dislike him.
Sensing the awkward tension, Ochaco grinned and pointed to a ride that seemed to jiggle every time it moved, "Let's go on that one!"
Tenye eyed the ride with a grim expression, "I don't think my glasses will survive that."
Ochaco giggled and ran off to the line while pulling the navy-hair along, "So just hold on to it!"
The rest followed and they got in line. He felt queasy just staring at the ride. Thankfully, F/n noticed, “You don’t have to get in it. We can go on a different ride.”
This is it. Izuku took the opportunity to make sure they were alone. He nodded quickly, “Please.”
She nodded and looked at Shoto, “You’re fine going with those other two, right?”
He nodded and waved her off, glancing at the male beside her.
They walked around for a while, pushing by people. F/n followed him as he looked for a ride that didn’t startle him. She did feel upset that they weren’t going on the hardcore rides seeing as they seemed more interesting, but she felt like she had to make up with Izuku after she ignored him.
Even if it was for a while.
“This one!” Izuku grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. She was caught off guard and almost tripped but with his harsh tugging she was able to catch her foot.
They soon stepped in line. Izuku’s chosen ride? A ferris wheel.
F/n glanced around as she noticed that it was mostly couples entering the carts apart from a family. She figured that he liked slow rides. But that didn’t stop her cheeks from having a shade of red as Izuku tightly held her hand.
However, her hand was beginning to hurt.
A cart was in front of them and the couple that was inside got off letting F/n and Izuku get in. Then the ride began to slowly move.
She wasn’t sure why she felt anxious. It must be from being alone with Izuku.
As the ferris wheel continued, F/n avoided looking at Izuku. It felt awkward and weird. She felt bad for even feeling that way and she couldn't tell if Izuku was looking at her as she looked out to the view.
In front, Izuku stared at his thighs where his fist clamped his jeans. He tried to regulate his breathing, but how could he when F/n was right in front of him? He closed his eyes thinking it might help, but it didn't.
He then slowly lifted his head and stared at F/n. He quietly watched as she looked at the view. His eyes landed on every feature she had and he couldn't help but think she was just perfect.
Perfect in every way.
He was just so, so glad he had found her again even if it was unintentional. Izuku knew that the universe clearly wanted them together. Otherwise, why would it continue to bring them back together?
Whatever it was, he was just utterly grateful.
As the ride lifted them higher, Izuku found it cute at the way her brows would twitch when she looked down. Was she possibly afraid of heights?
"We're really high up." F/n muttered to herself.
Izuku nodded whilst staring at her, "Yeah...but I find it peaceful."
Turning her head, she was surprised to see him already looking at her. She had to say something as she felt really uncomfortable, "...Do you like the ferris wheel?"
Izuku shrugged and looked away. A blush then settled on his cheeks from the way F/n looked at him, "It supposed to be r̷̷o̷̷m̷a̷̷n̷̷t̷̷i̷̷c̷ peaceful."
"Oh." F/n's eyes slightly widened, thinking she figured him out, "Crowds upset you?"
Izuku briefly glanced at her, "..Yeah."
The atmosphere was again awkward as they sat in silence. F/n didn't know how much she could take this. She did feel bad about feeling the way she was around Izuku. She only just hoped that the ride would soon be over.
Thankfully, the ride soon began to lower. Izuku felt unhappy as the time he had with F/n would soon be over and they'd both have to go back with the others. Maybe Izuku could find a day where it would just be the two of them.
Yeah, that would be nice. A day with just Izuku and F/n. With Izuku staring at F/n the whole day. Or maybe, Izuku should invite her to his house. He would have to find a way to get rid of his mother so it could just be the two of them alone.
Hearing the ferris wheel hiss at their stop, F/n quickly got out with Izuku following behind. Being respectful, F/n waited for Izuku to catch up, "We should go look for the others-"
"No!" Izuku then sheepishly smiled, "I-I, It's just that...isn't it better with just us two?"
Before F/n could respond, she heard Ochaco calling her from a distance, "We've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Oh, sorry." F/n smilingly apologized, "I was with Izuku."
Izuku returned a smile even though he wanted to roll his eyes and groan when he saw them approaching.
"Oh." Ochacho wasn't sure how to reply.
Tenya crossed his arms, "I think we should call it a night."
"What? But we just got here." F/n said confusingly.
Tenya furrowed his brow, "We've been here for an hour. Also, I think it might rain soon.”
“Yeah, everyone seems to be leaving already.” Shoto said as he looked at the people passing by.
She glanced up, the clouds were gray ready to let all its sorrows out, “I guess you're right.”
Ochaco clapped her hands, “Are we ready?”
They all nodded and began to head towards the exit. All the while, Izuku just wished he had more time to be with her. Soon. He smiled, and waved F/n a goodbye as he headed to his direction before stopping briefly.
Soon.
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One-Sided Love (Criston Cole imagine)
One-Sided Love (Criston Cole imagine)
Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader
Requested: Yes Warnings: criston is psychotic in this because love makes you crazy and im not kidding, criston is deranged and in desperate need of grippy socks, this is depressing, borderline pathetic, alexa play that should be by justin bieber and give this man alcohol, mentions of what's happening in the show so from ep 2 to 5, angst, the terrible “one sided love” trope, he goes apeshit in this, you have been warned
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Thanks to Princess Rhaenyra, Criston Cole joined the Kingsguard. It was nerve-wracking, to be in charge of the King’s (and his family’s) safety. 
King Viserys tasked him with Rhaenyra’s protection on his first day.
Criston was following the Princess along the Keep, taking mental notes to try and remember important places. Just as they were going to head back to her bedchamber's, they heard a pleased sigh.
“Nyra!” A girl exclaimed, making the Princess turn around. To Criston’s confusion, they ran towards each other, coming together in a hug. “I have missed you terribly.”
“And I you,” the Princess replied. “What are you doing here at this late hour?”
“I decided to spend a time with you here, to give my parents a rest. You know how they are with me,” the girl confessed. “We sent a letter to your father, did he not tell you about it?”
Rhaenyra looked down for a few seconds, before looking up at her friend. “We haven't spoken much, since mother passed.” Y/N frowned. “Do not worry about it, I’m glad you came.”
Criston stood motionless as they walked towards him. He finally got to properly look at her. The girl was beautiful.
“Ser Criston, this is my cousin, Y/N,” Rhaenyra introduced them. The girl smiled at him, while he softly nodded his head. “Come, Y/N, we have much to talk about. Good night, Ser Criston.” Both girls walked quickly towards the Princess's bedchamber, the giggles echoing through the hall.
Criston stood outside of the chambers all night, still mesmerized by her. 
Months went on and Criston was in love with Y/N. 
He had to accompany Otto Hightower to retrieve a dragon’s egg. All that time away from the Keep made him sad. He did not like staying away from Y/N at all. Even if they were not in the same space, he felt a sense of comfort knowing she was close. What if something went wrong? What if there was an attack on the castle? Who was going to protect her?
When they returned safely to King’s Landing during the night, he headed towards the kitchens. He knew she would be there because she loved getting a refreshment before going to bed. Criston heard voices, her voice.
He acted as if he did not know she would be there, to avoid being painfully obvious about what his intentions were. Criston walked like he was exhausted, grimacing at the rough movements. The voices stopped as he walked in, making him look up, surprised. “Oh, Lady Y/N,” he gasped. “My apologies, I did not think anyone would be here at this hour.”
“Ser Criston! You came back,” she smiled sweetly, pulling a chair out so he could sit. Oh, gods. Criston took a seat nervously. “You must be so tired.”
“Oh, um,” he cleared his throat, “not really.” I am exhausted but you come first. 
“Are you certain?” Criston nodded, leaving Y/N unconvinced. “Alright. Well, Rhaenyra told me everything. You must have been scared. I know I was terrified when I visited Dragonstone.”
Criston’s expression showed confusion. “You have visited Dragonstone before?”
“Yes, I believe I was 9 years younger at that time. The King was planning to go there with his family and invited me to go. It was breathtaking.” Y/N smiled at that memory.
Before he could even speak again, she departed, bidding him good night. Criston sat there by himself, saddened that she left but also content because he learned something about her.
-
She left.
Criston changed the day Y/N left King’s Landing to head back to her home. He was not even aware that she was departing, only found out when he heard two maids talking about it.
He truly felt empty inside, like his heart was not there. No goodbye, no warning, nothing he could touch to remember her. Only the memories of the few moments they spent together.
-
Two years have gone by and Y/N has not visited. She sent letters almost weekly. Unfortunately, he had not read one but peaked over the Princess’ shoulder to see the handwriting. It was gorgeous.
Princess Rhaenyra made several trips during that time, but Criston was told he had to stay back, as other knights had to go. He wanted to fight, to scream, to plead that he was the one that needed to do the journey because he was dying without her.
Rhaenyra always came back with gifts for the family. Intricate dresses, jewelry, and paintings. He was in awe because of it. Y/N had good taste. Seeing all those things made him smile. Maybe she was not there, but now he had something to look forward to every day.
-
The trip to Aegon’s second nameday hunt was filled with fantasies and dreams. Criston only thought about Y/N. Her hair, her skin, even the way she strutted with confidence. He missed her deeply.
To his surprise she was there, waiting for them. 
Y/N and Rhaenyra hugged tightly since they had not seen each other for a while. She then greeted the King and the Queen, thanking them for the invitation. Lastly, Queen Alicent handed Aegon over to her, so she could carry him. 
Criston smiled, the sight igniting even more fantasies in his head. Y/N would be an amazing mother. We would have beautiful children together. Once again, he shook his head at those improper thoughts.
Returning the little Prince to the Queen, Y/n spotted him. “Ser Criston! It has been so long since I saw you last, you look wonderful. How are you?”
Wonderful. “My Lady,” he said, bowing his head in greeting. “I am well, and you?”
“I am alright. Was quite bored with all the mindless chatter inside but now I have good company.” She heard her name being called from inside the tent. “My apologies, Ser Criston. I have been summoned.” She giggled playful, squeezing his hand and later walking towards the tent.
Her touch had not changed. Still warm and inviting. Criston let out a sigh of happiness. Finally, maybe she did care for him and was finally going to tell him she felt the same way. That was enough to give him the motivation and strength to be there. 
-
She left. Again.
Y/N said her goodbyes after the hunt, stating that she had to return home. Since he was far away at the moment she was leaving, she waved at him. Criston waved back, earning a big smile from her.
I will miss you, my love.
-
They were on their way back to King’s Landing, sailing on a ship. Y/N had joined them on the tour to meet Rhaenyra’s many suitors.
During that time, Criston learned other things about her and what she likes. Y/N loves to tend the flowers in her home. Explains why he would always find her near the flowers outside of the Keep. She loves to read and learn new things. And is very smart, sharing that the Maester in her House taught her, as well as her Septa.
Criston stood by the door of the cabin as Rhaenyra and Y/N sat together.
“Did you see someone you liked?” Rhaenyra teased, causing a fit of giggles from Y/N.
“I did.” That reply alone made Criston tense up. She did? No. Gods no. 
“Well then, please share. I would love to know who caught your eye.”
Y/N hesitated, but thanks to Rhaenyra's playful nudge, she said “It was in the Vale, the Arryn boy.”
The Vale. Criston remembers the boy. He was… handsome. He was not focused on the Princess at all during their visit. Instead, he centered his attention on Y/N. Criston had thought nothing of it. He was certain that Y/N would not even look his way. 
Criston stopped listening to the girls as they kept talking about him. He gripped the handle of his sword tightly. Criston was furious. All he wanted to do was go to the Eyrie and find that boy. The only man that was worthy of Y/N’s love was him, not a petulant boy with no skills on how to love and protect a lady like her.
-
Criston broke his oath of chastity when he slept with Princess Rhaenyra. 
He hated himself for it. He committed sin, broke his oath, and betrayed the woman he loved. Y/N would never forgive him if she knew he was unfaithful with her own cousin. He let himself be engulfed with jealousy and spite, he did not want to think anymore. He needed something to calm him down… and the Princess was the one that initiated it.
-
The journey from Driftmark back to King’s Landing was making Criston go insane. His world came crashing down while they waited for the King to speak with the Velaryons.
“I have to tell you something,” Y/N whispered, tugging at Rhaenyra's sleeve. She looked at her with concern.
“Yes, of course. What is it?” The Princess replied.
“I am betrothed…,” Y/N said, breaking out into a huge smile.
Criston slowly turned his head towards the two excited girls, the anger bubbling inside of him. He felt betrayed that she would just go and accept somebody else's marriage proposal. This is insulting.
“You are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling her dear cousin into a tight hug. “With who? The boy from the Vale?”
“Yes,” Y/N confirmed. “Him.”
“How did it all happen? When is the wedding? I want to know everything.” The Princess babbled on, making Y/N blush in embarrassment.
“Alright, firstly, his name is Jon. After I returned home, he visited. I had no idea he was going to do it. He spoke with my father and, to my surprise, he accepted. I am to leave for the Vale in two full moons.” 
Two full moons? No. No, no, no. She cannot leave.
“How exciting! I imagine how happy you must feel,” Rhaenyra told her.
“I know how you feel about your own impending marriage, cousin. I wish it did not have to be in these circumstances,” Y/N lamented. “I did not want to say anything but I also did not want this to be a surprise in the future.”
“It is quite alright, Y/N. I love that you share your happiness with me,” the Princess assured her. “Tell me, am I invited to your wedding?”
Y/N laughed. “Of course you are. I would not dare to leave you out of it.”
The girls had not noticed the knight at all. Criston now had tears of frustration running down his face. It was supposed to be him. He wanted to run away with her to the Free Cities, where they could have a family and be free. He wanted to kill that boy.
-
“Ser Laenor is quite dear to me. As I know... the Princess is to you.” Ser Joffrey Lonmouth decided it was a good idea to speak to Criston. 
His mind was clouded, all his emotions running berserk. Criston saw Princess Rhaenyra dancing with Lord Laenor, like she did not care about him. 
After listening to the conversation he overheard at the ship, he snapped. Criston asked Rhaenyra to run away with him to Essos. If he could not have one, then he would settle for the other. He could pretend it was Y/N with him. Yet she shamelessly rejected him, citing that her duty to the throne was more important.
Criston was destroyed. He broke his oath in a moment of weakness and now it meant nothing. He also babbled to Queen Alicent about it. He might as well be dead right now.
Next thing he knew, he was on top of Joffrey. Punching him like a madman. His ears were ringing painfully, muffling the screams and cries of those around him. All he wanted was to eliminate the threat.
For this reason, he did not stop. He could not stop.
At the end, when Joffrey Lonmouth’s face was bashed in and was unrecognizable, he sat back. The ringing in his ears was diminishing, all the noises around him making his head hurt.
He saw a flash of gold next to him, so he turned his head. It was Y/N.
Criston’s heart dropped to his stomach as he took in the sight of her. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her beautiful gold-detailed dress was ripped. 
He stood up, extending his hand towards her. He planned to get her to safety… without even realizing he was the danger. Y/N let out a cry, stepping away from him. “You are a monster.” She told him through tears. 
Criston could not believe her words. He was no monster. He was her protector, her white knight. But in reality, that was far from the truth. He was clouded with obsession and that alone led to his downfall.
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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 19 || 712 Words || Read on Ao3 —
“Mate, I brought you here to help, not ogle the other bloody mechanics.”
“Keep your fucking voice down, Sirius!” James splutters. “And I am not ogling her!”
James turns his back to where the ogled-mechanic-in-question stands, lovely red hair pulled back and out of her face as she works on a car across the garage. Instead, his focus is on the man—his supposed best friend—within arms’ reach, who's currently hunched over his motorcycle and tinkering away, desperately looking to James like he needs some sort of slap across the head.
“She didn’t hear me. She’s always got earplugs in when she works.”
“Yeah you know, you should probably invest in some of those as well.”
“But I aspire to the day where I don’t have to hear you fretting over me like your mother.”
“Oi, you keep my mother out of this!”
Sirius breaks his concentration to look up, grinning at the fact that he’s hit a nerve. “Why? You think she’d be mortified to know her kind and respectful only son is just openly salivating as he gives the poor girl the glad eye?”
“I am not doing that!”
“You kind of are, though,” a voice—amused and so close—answers from behind him.
Sirius lets out a bark of laughter as James spins on his heel to come face-to-face with the woman in question (the ogled mechanic, not his mother). He doesn’t have to see his reflection to know his cheeks are red with embarrassment even at her clearly-not-offended reaction. 
As a matter of fact, she raises a brow in interest, her sparkling green eyes glued to his even as her head tilts slightly to the side in consideration. 
“Black,” she starts, and the volume is loud enough that James knows with absolute certainty that this is a conversation with Sirius, even if her eyes are still connected with his. “Decide to bring a friend to help you with that mess of a bike of yours?”
James can hear Sirius laugh behind him but he cannot seem to pull himself away from this woman’s gaze. “Help’s a bit of a strong word. He’s my best mate, but dead useless when it comes to auto repair.”
Indignantly, James whips his head around to where his friend sits, this insult apparently enough to break the trance of the ogled mechanic. “Hey! Then why even invite me along?”
He doesn’t miss how Sirius’ eyes flicker quickly between James and the woman behind him, nor how his brow arches as he shrugs his shoulders with a satisfied smirk. This was a set-up. “Honestly, James, I’ve got no clue.”
“Ah, so you’re James.” As he turns back to face the woman, he notices as her eyes look past him to Sirius and a small flush creeps up her neck. Before he can spend too much time deciphering whatever silent conversation the two seem to be having, her eyes are back on him—appraising.
“Er, suppose I am. And that makes you…”
The woman grins, chin raising ever-so-slightly. “Lily Evans.”
“You’re Evans?” James blurts, turning once more to stare wide-eyed at his friend, who’s watching the whole scene playout with amusement. James had heard about nothing but Evans for weeks on end—how she drove Sirius up the wall, how she was admittedly a very skilled mechanic, how she had the absolute gall to correct him (and even worse, in Sirius’ book—had been right). Sirius couldn’t stop talking about how much Evans annoyed him, which meant she was alright in his book. 
After a particularly rough day the previous week, Sirius had recounted how Evans had caught him smoking out back and ripped him a new one. Unfortunately he had done this while pulling out another smoke and receiving a similar lecture from James—which he did not receive well. (“You two are bloody made for each other, Christ!”)
“Suppose I am,” she answers with a smirk. “Well, considering this arse just insulted you, would you mind coming and helping me with something?”
“Oh, I’m not sure—I’m really not—”
She turns on her heel, walking back to her side of the garage with a look over her shoulder that James knows he would follow literally anywhere.
“Relax, James, I just need another set of hands. You won’t break anything, I promise.”
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Once Upon a Time in Brazil | Chapter Ten
The press could be a useful tool in your game, but it could also be your worst nightmare. Unfortunately, Brazil was to bring about the latter alongside another bump in the road.
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings: Spice is back. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys and girls) 🌶 Possible pregnancy
Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.
TUESDAY PM
In the run-up to the Brazillian Grand Prix, you’d spent a week back in the UK and were now in Miami for a few days, working on a sponsor event whilst Toto was in Los Angeles, meeting with a supplier. As ever, you felt like you were cursed to never be free from drama. Since your relationship had been outed, Lara had been on her best behaviour with you and had stopped with the sassy comments, however, it seemed as if it had all been a front. 
Having travelled together on the jet from London, you had been dropped off in Miami on Tuesday afternoon, with Lara accompanying Toto alone on the plane between Miami and Los Angeles. It sounded simple enough but that’s when it all started to go pear-shaped.
Getting ready for the event and putting on your make-up in your luxurious hotel bathroom, your phone pinged, it was Toto.
Hi my love, I hope Miami is treating you well. We just got to LA, do you think it’s weird if I invite Lara to dinner? X
You’d replied, thinking it was harmless.
Hey, it’s gorgeous here, just getting ready for the event so nothing interesting, hope LA is fun.
Glad you got there safe and sound. I don’t think it’s weird, she’s by herself. X
You then didn’t hear from him before you left for the event and having been kept busy all evening, putting on your best charm offensive for the sponsor, you hadn’t had time to check your phone. By the time you were sliding into the backseat of the car that would take you back to your hotel, it was late and when you checked your phone you started to panic. Five missed calls from Toto, all within a few minutes of one another.
Worried, you’d immediately called him back but it had rang through to voicemail. It wasn’t until you’d gotten back to your room that a text pinged through.
Call me when you can, I know you are busy but this is serious. 
It wasn’t like Toto to panic and it made you feel uneasy. Picking up your phone and dialling his number, he must have been waiting for your call as he picked up on the first ring.
“Y/N.” he said, his voice strained, “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey Toto, what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to hide the worry in your voice.
“I don’t know where to start,” he said, his voice slightly crackly down the unstable connection, “Lara, she kissed me!”
Floored, you flopped down onto the sofa in your suite, “What?” you exclaimed.
“She kissed me!” he said, clearly freaking out.
“How? What?” you said. 
“I invited her out to dinner and she came to meet me, all dressed up in next to nothing, and drank an entire bottle of wine to herself over dinner.” Toto said very quickly, “Then after we finished eating, she moved over to me, put her hand on my thigh and kissed me.”
Short of words, you managed a weak reply, “And did you let her?”
“Of course not!” said Toto, seemingly offended that you would imply that, “I didn’t know what to do. I threw her off, and then she started crying.”
“Fuck,” you said, rubbing your forehead. “What did you do?”
“Well by then half the restaurant was staring at us, so I put my arm around her and we left.”
“Toto!” you groaned, “How do you think that looks?”
“I know, but I didn’t know what to do!” he said exasperated. “I dropped her back to her room and she tried to pull me in.”
“Fuck, that’s wild.” you said, “Although I have to say, I’m not surprised. She’s always been so weird and protective of you.”
“I know,” he replied, sounding as if he was at the end of his tether. “I’m worried, there were photographers outside.”
“Fuck.” you said, “But I’m sure it will be fine, I’ll let Rosie know to keep an eye out.”
“Thank you. I am so sorry. I never thought she would do something like this. I thought she hated me because of the Ed incident.” he said.
“Hmm, I thought so too to be honest.” you said, “What are you going to do, report her to HR?”
“Honestly, I want to let her go asap but since we only have two races to go it seems silly.” Toto sounded defeated. It was a tricky situation, “I will talk to Pamela and see what she advises.”
“How about borrowing Sophie?” you asked, your assistant was well versed in managing your crazy schedule and since it was almost identical to Toto’s, it wouldn’t be a huge amount of extra work for her for the next three weeks.
“Do you think she would be up to the task?” asked Toto, “I want Lara gone asap, her behaviour was totally unacceptable.”
“Talk to Pamela, see what she says, maybe we can bump Sophie’s pay up this month for the extra workload?”
“Good idea.” he said, “I am so sorry.”
“Why are you apologising? It’s not like you slept with her.” you said, “You didn’t right?”
“God no!” said Toto.
“Well that’s that.” you said, “Where is she now?”
“I think back in her room,” said Toto.
“Fuck, I think you should call Pamela, it’s early in the UK but she’ll be up. You don’t want Lara coming on the jet with you to Brazil.”
“I don’t want her in Brazil at all,” said Toto miserably.
“Honestly what she did is sexual harassment, Toto, are you okay?” you asked, concerned.
“I know.” he said, “It’s so unacceptable.”
“When is your supplier meeting?” you asked.
“Tomorrow lunchtime.” he replied gloomily, “I will call Pamela now and sort this before.”
“Ok, let me know if I can help in any way,” you offered, “And I will call Rosie now.”
“I love you Y/N,” said Toto, still crackly on the dodgy line.
“I love you too,” you replied, “I’m so sorry for you, I’ll see you soon though.”
“See you,” he said before ringing off.
You’d never heard Toto sounding so dejected and it worried you massively. Sighing, you double-checked the time difference between Miami and the UK and seeing that it was quarter to eight in the morning, dialled Rosie.
“Morning Y/N, what’s up?” she answered almost immediately, sounding a little sleepy.
“Rosie, I am so sorry if I’m waking you up but we might have a PR disaster on our hands.”
Rosie groaned, “Good morning to you too. It’s okay, I was only snoozing.”
As you filled Rosie in on what had happened she was shocked but equally didn’t seem all that surprised.
“Right, so I will put out an alert on pap images of Toto, at least they weren’t at Craig's or somewhere,” she said, now wide awake.
“Thank you, Rosie, that’s true,” you said sighing, “I’m worried about him though, he’s shaken up.”
“Oof I would be too, Lara’s scary when she’s sober, I can’t imagine her trying to drunk kiss me.” said Rosie, “Don’t panic though we can spin it if anything does come out.”
Just as you were about to reply, your phone started buzzing, “Thanks Rosie, I’ve got Toto trying to call me on the other line, I’ll let you go and keep me posted.”
“No worries will do,” she replied, hanging up to allow you to answer Toto’s call.
“Hey,” you said, trying to sound neutral and not panicked.
“Hi,” he said flatly, “I’ve spoken to Pamela, and she has arranged for Lara to return to the factory today. She’ll be flying commercial back to London and HR will let her know her contract is terminated.”
“Well that’s good news!” you said cheerily, “And what did they say about Sophie?”
“Pamela said we can share her, but you need to speak to her and check if she is comfortable with this.” Toto replied, “And as for Lara, the official line is that she is burnt out and needs to take some time off.”
“Okay,” you said, “That’s very generous of you, I’d be telling everybody.”
Toto sighed, “Until now she’s been an efficient assistant, I don’t want to ruin her career.”
“You’re much nicer than I am,” you said.
“I know,” he said, sounding slightly less glum.
“Ah there’s my cheeky guy,” you said.
“I try,” he replied, “Right, well I need to get some sleep, and you do too. I didn’t even ask you about the event. How was it?”
“All good, same old.” you replied, “You do need some sleep for sure, I will call Sophie now and let you know in the morning?”
“Okay, thank you Y/N.” he said, sounding down again, “I wish you were here.”
“I wish YOU were here!” you said, before adding, “I have a very large marble tub in my room, I think it might fit two.”
“Don’t tempt me,” said Toto, his voice low.
“I might have to, now I know women are throwing themselves at you,” you laughed.
“It’s not funny,” replied Toto, “Now you know how I feel.”
“What?” you said, in a more serious tone.
“Men are always checking you out,” he said.
“As if,” you snorted, surprised that Toto of all people was insecure.
“They do!” said Toto, “In Mexico, at the bar, the barmen were all staring.”
“That’s because they’re barmen,” you said bluntly, “Anyway, I’m not looking anywhere else and that’s what matters.”
“I hope so,” said Toto, “Right, now my eyes are heavy, you need to sleep too. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Sounds good, love you.”
“I love you too, sweet dreams,” he replied sleepily.
“Night,” you said hanging up.
Getting up from the sofa, you made your way to the bathroom to take your make-up off as you’d rushed in and not moved since Toto had initially called you.
Putting your phone on speaker you called Sophie as you wiped off the evening’s grime, Miami was so humid you always felt a mess after a night out.
“Morning Y/N! How are you?” came Sophie’s voice.
“Morning Sophie, I’m so sorry to call you early but I have a favour to ask,” you said.
“No worries at all, I’m just getting ready for work,” she replied, “What can I do to help?”
“Well, unfortunately, Lara has had to take an unexpected leave of absence.” you started, choosing your words carefully, “This means Toto has no EA for the last two races. Would you be open to supporting him for the next three weeks? I have spoken to HR and if you are agreeable we can double your salary for the month.”
“Oh my goodness,” Sophie replied, “I hope Lara is okay, should I message her? But yes I would be more than happy to help.”
“It’s probably better that you don’t,” you replied, “She’s okay but needs some time away from the business. That’s great news that you’re up to the challenge, I will have HR draft a temporary contract for you.”
“Oh,” Sophie replied, “Sounds good, when do I start?”
“From Thursday if possible, Toto is in LA meeting with a supplier but he will be joining us in Brazil on Thursday. Pamela has access to his diary so will share this with you, but honestly, it’s almost the same as mine,” you explained.
“Great, then I will chat with Pamela today and see you both in Brazil on Thursday,” said Sophie cheerily.
“Thank you, Sophie, Toto will be thrilled.”
“Thanks, Y/N, have a nice evening.”
“Thanks, have a good day!” you said, rubbing your eyes wearily as you hung up. Were you ever going to catch a break?
WEDNESDAY AM
You were woken up the following morning to yet another phone call. As you sat up in bed and reached for your phone you saw it was Rosie. 
“Morning,” you said wearily.
“Hey, I am so sorry if I woke you up,” Rosie said, “Photos have come out and a few articles, sending them now.”
“Fuck,” you said, going into the chat to open the links Rosie sent.
WOLFF IN SHEEPISH CLOTHING, FORMULA ONE TEAM BOSS CAUGHT OUT ON THE TOWN WITH ANOTHER YOUNG COLLEAGUE
The article painted Toto as a womaniser, preying on younger colleagues, there were photos of him with a scantily clad Lara draped around him exiting the restaurant, followed up by the photos of you kissing him on the riverbank.
You felt sick, this was a PR nightmare. The next one wasn’t much better.
WOLFF BY NAME, WOLFF BY NATURE. FORMULA ONE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY’S WILD NIGHT OUT
There were the same pictures, Lara falling over drunk, Toto with his arm around her.
“Fuck Rosie, this is really bad,” you said, leaning back onto your headboard.
“I know, I’m so sorry Y/N.” she replied, “What do we do?”
You took a deep breath, “I think we make a statement,” pausing to think, you added, “Although, is it not suspicious that paparazzi would know exactly where to find Toto on an unpublicised trip to LA?”
“I thought that,” said Rosie, “And the photos are super clear, they must have been waiting for him.”
“Do we know who took them?” you asked.
“No but I can find out,” Rosie said, determinedly.
“Yes, let’s find out before we make any statements.” you said before groaning, “Fuck Toto is going to be so upset.”
“I know.” said Rosie, “But honestly I think someone set this up.”
“I agree,” you said. “Right, I’m going to call Toto. Speak later.”
“Bye,” said Rosie.
Stealing yourself you hung up and dialled for Toto. It only rang for a short while before he picked up.
“Morning,” he said, sounding much more awake than you did, despite the fact he was three hours behind you.
“Morning, I hope you got some sleep in the end. I have some good news and some bad news, good news is Sophie has agreed to cover Lara for the next three weeks, the bad news is very bad.”
“Well that’s good.” said Toto flatly, “And what’s the bad news?”
Not sure how to broach the subject, “Now don’t go mad, but we have a slight PR disaster on hand.”
“Disaster?” Toto said, his voice raising a few octaves.
“Wellvenient.”
“Huh?” said Toto. “Fuck, the headline, the photos.”
“How would any paparazzi know you were in LA and that you were at that specific restaurant and be able to get photos that are so clear? Someone called them, and I would hazard a guess that it was Lara.”
“Fuck,” was all Toto seemed able to say.
“Indeed,” you replied, “Rosie is on it to find out who took the photos and we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“Ok great.” said Toto sharply, “Fuck, I have to meet this supplier in an hour. What are they going to think of me? What are my kids going to think of me?”
“I’m sure they won’t have seen it.” you suggested, not entirely convinced yourself, “And if they have, you tell them the truth.”
Toto snorted, “They will never believe me.”
“Honestly Toto, your kids know you’re not like that and after spending two minutes with you the suppliers will know you’re not the type”
“I’m not sure if that is a compliment or not,” he replied dryly. 
“It is, trust me.” you said, “Look, don’t panic, we’ll smooth things over and get to the bottom of it. I won’t allow Lara to ruin your reputation.”, there are a few articles about you and Lara and they’re not good. Frankly, they’re shit,” you said matter-of-factly.
“Scheiße.” was all you got from the other end of the phone, “Will you send them to me?”
“Sure,” you said, forwarding Rosie’s links, “But before you freak out, Rosie and I were discussing this and we think you’ve been set up. It’s all a little too con
“It’s not as simple as that.” said Toto cryptically, “I need to get ready, I had better go.”
“Me too,” you replied, “I hope it goes well, text me if you need anything.”
“Okay, bye,” he said, hanging up without giving you to chance to say goodbye back.
You’d barely managed to start getting dressed for the day when your phone rang once again. Shaking your head, you paused applying your make-up and made your way over to where your phone was on charge.
It was Rosie ringing you back, hoping for good news you picked up.
“Hey Rosie, did you find out?” you asked eagerly.
“Kind of.” she said, “I’m sending you another link, there’s another article.”
“Good or bad?” you asked as you went back into the chat.
“Not the best, but I think it answers who was behind this. It’s a smear campaign.” Rosie said.
Reading the headline your eyes widened, SCANDAL IN THE PADDOCK: WOLFF SENDS GLAMOROUS YOUNG MISTRESS PACKING. LARA ASHTON, 25, LET GO FROM MERCEDES IN WAKE OF WOLFF AFFAIR.
“What the fuck?” you said, scrolling down through the article and accompanying twenty-something images of a tearful-looking Lara exiting Heathrow airport with her suitcase.
“I know.” said Rosie, “It has to be Lara, not being funny, no one even knows who she is.”
“I am going to kill her,” you said, your blood boiling. You disliked her on the best of days but now that she was trying to ruin Toto’s reputation you were livid.
“I know.” said Rosie, reassuringly, “I want to too.”
“What the hell do we do? This looks terrible,” you said, musing about what the best course of action was.
“I was hoping you would have some ideas,” said Rosie quietly, “In my opinion, we have to release a statement now.”
“I agree,” you said, “Fuck, Toto is going to be mortified.”
“Well the only good thing is, it’s Brazil in two days, this will get buried by the press surrounding the race,” said Rosie, hopefully.
“That’s true,” you pondered, “Although he’s in the Team Principal press conference on Friday. Christian will almost certainly bring this up. He takes any opportunity to embarrass or belittle Toto.”
“Ugh, I hate that man,” said Rosie. “Okay, so the Daily Mail are requesting a comment from Toto, should I entertain them.”
“I think yes,” you said, “Let me talk to Toto first though.”
WEDNESDAY PM
Having known that Toto was at the supplier lunch and you having had a meeting to attend, the wait to chat with him was agonizing. It didn’t help that people were texting you sympathetic messages as the story broke, thinking that Toto had cheated on you. You hadn’t replied to anyone yet but would do the rounds once you’d spoken to Toto.
When five o’clock came, you dropped him a text.
Hey, can I call you?
Almost instantaneously your phone pinged with a reply.
Yes, I’ve seen the latest article. 
Fuck, you thought. Punching in Toto’s contact you waited with bated breath for him to pick up.
“Hello,” he said very sharply, not a hint of his usual charm present.
“Hi,” you said, “So you’ve seen it. It has to be Lara behind this, who the fuck even knows she exists outside of the paddock?”
“I know.” he said, “I’m angry at myself, why did I invite her to dinner?”
“Because it’s a normal thing to do and you’re a nice person. It’s not your fault she’s a psychopath.”
Toto was quiet on the other end of the phone, “What do we do?”
“I’ve spoken to Rosie and we think it is wise to release a statement.”
“Ok, saying what?”
“Saying that it was a mutual decision for her to take some time off after yesterday’s evening’s events as alcohol/drug abuse is strictly against company policy. We can spin it that you were concerned for her mental health and want her to focus on getting better.”
“And you think people will buy that?” asked Toto, not convinced.
“I can’t think of any other way to phrase it.” you said, “Brazil is happening in two days and quite frankly this sweeps it under the rug and shifts focus to the race.”
“That’s true. I just don’t understand why she would do something like this.” Toto said, at a loss for words.
“Me neither, I know she harboured a grudge over the Ed situation but this is an extreme way of getting revenge, unless…”
“Unless what?” Toto interjected.
“Unless someone has paid her off. Someone who was threatened by your threat of telling his wife about his mistress.”
“No, surely not.” said Toto, “He is an idiot but he wouldn’t go that far.”
“Hmm.” you said, “I think he would, I am going to request access to Lara’s phone and emails.”
“Can we do that?” asked Toto.
“Well how is Sophie supposed to do her job without access?” you said. “I’m going to call Pamela.”
“It’s worth a try.” said Toto sadly, “Look I don’t want to stay in LA now, I am going to come to you this evening and then we can fly to Brazil together tomorrow.”
“Of course, obviously I would prefer happier circumstances but I’ve missed you,” you said.
“I’ve missed you too, one day apart and I get myself in this mess.”
“It’s not your doing and realistically it was only a matter of time.”
“I suppose,” he said, “Okay, well I am going to pack and I’ll see you later. I love you.”
“I love you too, text me when you’re on your way,” you said, hanging up.
– – – 
A few hours later, Toto had safely landed and was en route to your hotel. As dreadful as the circumstances were, you were looking forward to spending the night together as you hadn’t had time alone together since Mexico.
You busied yourself tidying your hotel room and had almost finished when there was a soft knock on your door. Toto.
Opening the door, you were shocked at Toto’s dishevelled appearance. The normally polished, suave gentleman had rings under his eyes, a crumpled shirt that looked as if an iron had skipped over it briefly and messy hair.
“Hey,” he said, stepping over the threshold, closing the door and embracing you warmly. This was a man who needed a hug and you were more than happy to oblige.
“Hey,” you replied, nuzzling into his chest, “Everything’s going to be okay yeah?”
Stepping back and breaking the hug, Toto shook his head, “I’m not sure, Robert called me and he is furious.”
“Toto, I know you think highly of Robert but please remember he is not your boss, at the end of the day, you own more of the team than he does,” you said, folding your arms.
“I know,” started Toto, “But he is part of the bigger picture. We are fundamentally a marketing tool for him and if we get bad press, it doesn’t reflect well.”
“We will sort it.” you said before gesturing towards the sofa, “Come, sit down, do you want to order room service?”
Plopping down on the sofa, looking exhausted, Toto replied, “Maybe.”
“Oh my gosh, you are so not okay.” you said, settling down beside him and stroking his shoulder, “Lara is lucky she’s not anywhere nearby, if I could get my hands on her…”
“You and your temper,” said Toto, raising a small smile, “She’s not worth it.”
“That’s true,” you said smirking, pressing a kiss to his temple, “Right let's feed you up, then we’re getting in the tub and going to bed.”
“Why do I feel like a child?” groaned Toto.
“I’ve never seen you looking so down,” you replied, pulling him closer to you, “I don’t like it.”
“I have my moments,” he said wistfully. “You choose the food, I’m easy.”
“If you’re sure,” you said, raising an eyebrow, normally Toto was picky about almost everything.
“One hundred per cent,” he said, laying his head on your shoulder.
As you scrolled through the room service menu, your phone buzzed with a text. It was Rosie.
You were right, the paps were called to the restaurant by an anonymous tip that evening. What time did Toto and Lara arrive?
Pleased that you were getting to the bottom of the situation you broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between you and Toto, “What time did you decide which restaurant you were going to?”
“What?” said Toto, lifting his head from your shoulder, confused.
“Rosie has just said the paps were called by an anonymous tip. When did you decide to go to that specific restaurant?”
Toto’s eyes widened, “We didn’t, we tried to go to the place next door but couldn’t get in without a reservation. But as soon as we got a table Lara went to the bathroom. Do you think she called them?”
“Bingo, one hundred per cent,” you said. “Once I get her phone we can prove it once and for all.”
Toto smiled for the first time, before kissing you lightly on the side of your jaw, “You are brilliant.”
“Nah, this was all Rosie,” you said, proud of your colleague slash closest confident. You didn’t know what you’d do without her.
“Well she’s part of your team,” said Toto, “I still can’t believe Lara would do such a thing.”
“I can,” you said.
THURSDAY AM
Waking up in the cushy bed in your Miami hotel room, you were blissfully happy. You’d had a simple room service dinner with Toto, followed by a soak in the large tub before falling into bed together, sleeping contently in each other's arms. It was the first night you’d spent together where you’d not had sex and in a strange way, it had felt more intimate than ever before.
Rolling over, Toto still sound asleep, you took the opportunity to go through your text messages.
There was one from Bella.
Is everything okay? I’ve seen the news. Xx
You replied.
Yes, thank you for asking, poor Toto is distraught, Lara was drunk out of her mind and he was helping her into their car. Nothing untoward but now he doesn’t have an assistant. She’s on a leave of absence and Toto is back with me in Miami. Hope all is well at the track, we’re coming later today x
Next, there were a few messages from Sophie.
I’m sorry to ask this but the story about Lara and Toto. Is it true?
You carefully typed out a similar response to the one you’d just sent to Bella.
No worries, Lara had drunk too much so he helped her into their car. Nothing untoward happened but we have agreed it is best for her to take a break for now. Unfortunately, the press has spun this very strangely. We’ll chat properly later but in the meantime let me know if anything is unclear.
You went through the motions, replying to worried texts, a few more times before you felt the man splayed out beside you starting to stir.
“Morning,” he said, his voice gravelly as he woke up.
“Morning,” you said, leaning over to kiss his neck before a strong arm reached around your middle and pulled you towards him, flush against his chest.
“What new shit show do we have today?” he asked, gently kissing you behind the ear.
“Nothing,” you said, “The good news is, I don’t think it can get any worse.”
“Don’t tempt fate,” he replied, “When do you get Lara’s phone?”
“Sophie is bringing it to Sao Paolo,” you said, “We’ll figure it out, hopefully before your press conference tomorrow.”
Toto groaned, releasing you and rolling over onto his back, bringing a hand to his temple, “I forgot about that.”
“It will be okay, the suppliers were none the wiser, it’s a certain type who read the trashy gossip columns.” you tried to reassure him, stroking his arm.
“Yes, the certain type is Christian,” he said miserably.
“Well if he says anything, you have the ultimate dirt on him,” you said, a dark look in your eyes.
“I have no proof though,” he said.
“That’s true, I’m sure we can figure something out,” you said, your mind going into overdrive. 
THURSDAY PM
Touching down in Sao Paolo you were apprehensive. News of Toto’s alleged antics had spread like wildfire and despite the official line you had put out, you still had to field multiple comment requests. Trying to keep Toto out of the drama and allow him to concentrate solely on the impending race, you and your team were putting out fires everywhere.
The one saving grace was that once you had filled your team in on the truth of the matter (at least the official line), they were understanding and had rallied around Toto, loyal to a tee. He was grateful for the support and by the time you were on the way to your hotel, he seemed much more himself.
Most importantly, as you sped towards your destination, you were finally about to get your hands on Lara’s phone. 
– – – 
Although your assistant Sophie sometimes annoyed you with her boundless pep and enthusiasm, you were over the moon to see her standing in the hotel lobby awaiting your arrival. You had asked for Lara’s phone on the pretence that Toto needed to check some emails that he’d been dropped out of the loop on. 
“Hey Y/N, hey Toto.” she said, greeting you both warmly, “How was the flight?”
“Good thank you, Sophie,” said Toto wearily, “How was yours?”
“Good thanks, we arrived earlier this afternoon. The hotel is amazing!” she said, ever-bubbly.
“Ah I’m glad to hear that,” you said, “I forgot it’s your first time in Brazil, make sure you get to the beach.”
“We’re hoping to on Saturday.” she said, “Oh and before I forget, I have Lara’s phone and laptop for you.”
As she handed you the Mercedes-branded tote bag, you struggled to contain your excitement, “Oh wow, her laptop too?”
“Yes, Pamela said I should bring both, I hope that’s the right thing to do?” she said, looking worried she’d misstepped.
“Absolutely not, this is perfect,” Toto said beaming, “Thank you, Sophie, I’m looking forward to working with you.”
“Me too,” she replied, “I have your schedule for tomorrow printed out and will leave it on your desk first thing in the morning. If anything changes, I will update it and send it straight to you.”
“Perfect, thank you, Sophie,” said Toto, pleased with her attention to detail.
“I had better let you both get checked in,” she said, shuffling to make a move, “I’ll see you on track tomorrow.”
“See you Sophie, and thank you again!” you said.
“See you,” she said, waving goodbye.
– – – 
Having checked into your respective rooms, you immediately joined Toto in his suite and settled down on the sofa to go through Lara’s emails and phone log. 
It didn’t take you long to scroll back to the night before last. “Oh my God!” you exclaimed having found what you were looking for almost immediately.
“What?” he said, looking up from where he was perched at the desk, furiously typing on his iPad.
“She called a US number at eight o’clock on Tuesday night.”
“The photographer?” Toto asked.
“I assume, wait, hang on, there are multiple calls to and from another UK number in the run-up. She hasn’t got it saved as a contact.”
“Are there any messages or just calls?” Toto said, putting his iPad down and crossing the room to sit beside you.
“Fuck, yes!” you said, hitting the jackpot. “Oh my God.”
“What?” asked Toto, craning his neck to read the phone.
There it was, in blue bubbles, the plot to take down Toto’s reputation.
(10:02) I’m just on the plane to Miami, once we get rid of bitchface, it’s on.
(10:15) Amazing. And the cameras are set?
(10:21) Yes, the guys put them in my room.
“Fuck, she had cameras in her room?” Toto asked, his eyes widening.
“Sounds like it,” you said.
Scrolling through the messages it transpired that whoever was plotting with Lara had been planning for a long time, biding their time until you were out of the way to honeytrap Toto. As well as ensuring the paparazzi were at the restaurant, they’d rigged Lara’s room with cameras and the plan was to get him drunk and into her room, seduce him and videotape the whole thing.
Seemingly they hadn’t considered that Toto wouldn’t want to and the messages after he had rejected her were even more interesting.
(01:34) He wouldn’t come in!
(1:41) What the fuck is wrong with that man?
(1:42) I don’t know, what do we do?
(1:43) Leave it to me babe.
“Babe?” you said, “They’re definitely British.”
“How do we find out who it is without them knowing?” asked Toto.
“Hmm,” you said, thinking on your feet, “I know! I’ll check WhatsApp, they’ll have a photo!”
Exiting iMessage and moving to WhatsApp your jaw dropped when you found the contact. It was a photo of the Red Bull car.
“I knew it!” you exclaimed, “Those fuckers!”
Toto looked livid, “Who is it?”
“Look,” you said, handing him the phone, “Red Bull. I don’t know who but it’s someone from their team.”
Toto looked thoroughly shaken up, “I’m going to call my lawyer. Keep the phone for now.”
“You’re going to call your lawyer?” you raised your eyebrows, “That’s serious.”
“This is serious, this is slander.” said Toto bluntly, “Put yourself in my shoes.”
“I know, I know.�� you said, “Fuck, this is insane.”
FRIDAY AM
Yesterday had been a whirlwind and as you arrived at the track, you felt off. Emotions were running high and Toto had been preoccupied with legal matters all evening so had barely given you the time of day. You knew this was important but couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt by the cold shoulder he’d given you. You’d ended up returning to your room to sleep as he took calls into the early hours and you hadn’t slept a wink. It didn’t help that you felt nauseous and dizzy, perhaps a result of the fact you’d hardly eaten since landing in Brazil.
Lying awake had allowed you to delve deeper through Lara’s phone. Reading the long message exchange, it emerged that she had met this mysterious Red Bull employee at a party last year and had been chatting for some time before the conversation had turned to how much she hated her boss. Together they’d formulated a plan to ruin his reputation and in the process the team. It was incredibly devious and you couldn’t quite believe what you were reading.
Making sure to screenshot everything for Toto’s legal team, you suddenly felt extra nauseous and had to hotfoot it to the bathroom, only just making it in time. Shaking you shot a text to Sophie.
Good morning Sophie, thank you again for yesterday. I’ve woken up not feeling very well, could you please check in on Toto when you arrive at the track? I will come along later.
Covering all bases, you sent a few more texts to your team, ensuring they all knew what they needed to do in your absence. Knowing that he was stressed as it was, you refrained from telling Toto, texting him a simple good morning.
– – – 
A few hours later, you found yourself lying on the long sofa in the hospitality area, one eye on your emails and one eye on Free Practice. Sophie had been a superstar, rallying around the team and diligently checking up on them on your behalf.
Steeling yourself to get up, you sipped a ginger ale (the only thing that seemed to help) and propped yourself up. Toto’s press conference was due to start after Free Practice and it was the one task you had to be present for, sick or not.
Toto’s legal team had advised against discussing the press matters within the conference, something which would undoubtedly be difficult with Christian Horner present. He always loved to stir the pot and this scandal was likely the stuff of his dreams.
Making your way down to the garage to collect Toto, you were nervous on his behalf. As smooth as he was with media appointments, this was a tough situation for even the most seasoned professional. He was sat in his usual spot in the garage, flanked by several senior engineers, deep in discussion.
Spotting you approaching he made his excuses, putting his headset down and crossed the garage to greet you.
“Is it already time?” he asked, looking unsure of himself.
“I’m afraid so,” you said grimacing, leading the way towards the press area. “I’m hoping we’ll be the last ones in, doesn’t give them a chance to say anything stupid.”
Toto’s nervous energy was palpable and as you got nearer you turned to him, “It’s going to be fine, like we said, we’re not going to mention anything that the legal team are working on. You just focus on the race and ignore anyone who tried to bring anything else up, okay?”
“Easier said than done,” he said wistfully.
Luckily you were the last ones to arrive with Toto only receiving some curious looks from his counterparts as the hostess dived straight into the press conference, asking each Team Principal one by one their approach for the weekend. Professional as ever Toto answered flawlessly, expressing his hopes for another strong turnout from the Mercedes team.
Unfortunately, everything began to fall apart as the floor was opened for questions. 
“This one’s for Christian,” called out an English-accented voice from the depths of the crowd.
“Yes,” Christian replied, grinning smarmily.
“We all know that your rivalry with Toto is unmatched, do you think his colourful personal life has been his downfall this season?
Toto looked enraged as Christian smirked. “Now, I don’t want to speak ill of my counterpart. I think a  smart man knows to keep his personal life separate from his professional one. What’s the saying, you don’t shit where you eat?”
Laughter rumbled through the crowd, Toto looking furious stayed silent.
“Right.” said the hostess awkwardly, any other questions?
Another hand shot up, “Yes, for Toto.”
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever shitshow this would be.
“What difference do you think the upgrade package will make this weekend?”
You sighed with relief as Toto answered with perfect composure. It was only when the crowd shifted slightly that you saw it was Tom, your ever-loyal Partnerships Manager, who had asked the question, wearing a non-branded shirt to blend in with the journalists.
A few more questions went back and forth with the other Team Principals before Toto was once again in the firing line.
“Toto, it seems like you’ve been having a lot of fun away from the track, will you be hitting the town tonight?”
Toto looked angry once again, replying curtly, “Our focus as a team is on the race ahead.”
With Christian still smirking away, he interjected, “C’mon Toto, that’s a politician’s answer, answer the man!”
Whipping his head around Toto replied, “I don’t think it’s anyone’s business.”
“Ooh, I touched a nerve there I think,” said Christian, throwing his hands up dramatically. “Watch out ladies of Brazil, Toto’s on the prowl.”
The hostess looked deeply uncomfortable and tried to diffuse the tension with a flustered, “Well thank you, everyone, that’s all we have time for.”
Never one to let an opportunity slide, Christian replied smugly, “Such a shame, I was enjoying that.”
Toto stared daggers at his Red Bull rival as the hostess signalled the end of the press conference. Rushing across to Toto, your priority was to get him away from Christian before he said anything he might regret.
“Oh, I’m surprised to see you here Y/N.” said Christian, “I heard there’s trouble in paradise.”
“You’re a fine one to talk Christian,” you said, Toto looking positively enraged beside you but knowing better than to say anything.
Christian chuckled, “Well I’m not stupid enough to get caught.”
“Let’s go Y/N,” said Toto, grabbing the crook of your arm, “Don’t engage.”
Christian smirked as you made your exit.
“I hate that man,” you said as you rushed back through the paddock to the garage.
“You say this far too often,” said Toto, smiling for the first time in a while.
“I know, I need to let it go blah blah.” you said, squeezing his arm discreetly as you walked alongside him, “To be honest that wasn’t so bad.”
Toto looked unconvinced, “Maybe for you, I look like a dirty old man.”
“But you’re my dirty old man.” you said with a smirk, earning a withering glance from Toto, “I’m joking, it was fine. It will be old news by tomorrow trust me.”
“I hope so.” he said, “Can I see you tonight?”
Surprised he was being so formal, you replied, “Yes, you see me pretty much every night.”
“I didn’t last night and the night before was different.”
“The last few days have been weird.” you said, “I’ll make up for it tonight.”
Toto’s eyes flashed, understanding what you were letting on, “Is that a promise?”
“If you’re nice to me,” you said teasingly.
“I’m always nice!” he said, coming to a stop as you reached the garage entrance.
“Keep telling yourself that, dirty old man. I’m going to head to my office so I’ll see you later,” you said with a wink.
“You’re terrible.” said Toto, shaking his head, “I’ll see you later.”
SATURDAY AM
The last few days' pent-up frustrations had indeed made for an exciting night with Toto. Gone was the dejected shell of a man who had turned up at your door in Miami. Perhaps his discussions with the legal team had bolstered his confidence, or it was the fact that the upgrade packages seemed to have worked wonders, but whatever the reason, Toto was more confident than ever.
You’d barely gotten through his hotel room door when he’d pinned you up against the wall, bringing your arms up above your head and holding them there as he kissed you more passionately than ever before. Pressing his body up against yours he ground his increasing hardness into you, bumping rhythmically as his hands explored your stomach and breasts. It wasn’t long before he scooped you up in his arms, one leg either side of his thick torso, effortlessly carrying you over to the bed.
Throwing you down onto the mattress forcefully, you would have bounced back up if he hasn’t dived straight on top, making quick work of slipping off the floaty sundress you’d put on for the evening, revealing your new lingerie set. It wasn’t dissimilar to the one you’d been wearing on the day he’d walked in on you changing, equally transparent and delicate, except that it was yellow.
“I haven’t seen this before,” he said, his voice low with lust. “I like it, maybe we leave it on?”
You smirked, knowing he’d like the racy set, “Tonight we do whatever you want, you’ve had a rough couple of days.”
“I’m a lucky guy,” he said, diving down to plant kisses along your jawline and neck, working his way up to behind your ear.
“I’m a lucky girl,” you said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his muscular torso. “But this has to go.”
“Sorry,” he said blushing, leaning up on his arms as he divested his shirt and shorts, leaving only his boxers.
“And the boxers too,” you smirked, pulling at the waistband. “I want all of you.”
Your words sparked some kind of frenzy as Toto tore them off, leaning down to kiss you deeper than ever before, his hands making their way lower to discover you were already turned on and ready to go. Once again coming back up to rest on his forearms, glancing down at you with his chocolate brown eyes, he pulled your underwear to one side and thrust in with no warning.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed, not quite expecting that, taking a moment to adjust to the full feeling.
Suddenly his lust had turned to concern, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
Smiling, you caressed his face, “It’s okay, it feels good. Just took me by surprise.” you adjusted yourself before leaning up to kiss him once more, melting into his embrace as he started pushing in and out gently.
He grinned, picking up the pace, reaching down in between you to play with your clit, knowing it would drive you wild.
“Fuck, yes Toto,” you said as he continued plunging into you.
Withdrawing wordlessly, he picked up your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees, removing your underwear before standing behind you as he thrust back in ruthlessly. Hitting you from this angle you could feel your orgasm quickly building and it wasn’t long before you were on the brink of falling apart.
Continuing to push in and out, he pushed you down further onto the bed, collapsing your arms, removing your bra and deftly cupping your breast with one hand whilst the other grabbed one of your hands in his. He slowly guided your hand down to your lower stomach, covering your hand with his and pushing down just enough for you to feel him as he moved in and out of you. 
“Do you feel?” he asked breathily.
You could barely get words out as you were getting closer and closer to completion but managed to utter, “Yes, I love it when you’re inside me.”
Your words seemed to affect Toto on a visceral level as he growled, speeding up as he lost himself in the moment. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself fall off the edge, clenching down on Toto as he continued to work you through your orgasm.
“Fuck, Toto,” you said, as he grabbed your hips tightly, driving into you deeply a few more times before expertly pulling out, moaning as he came on your lower back.
– – – 
It had been a frenzied exchange and as you woke up next to a peaceful-looking Toto, you made a mental note to let him fuck out his frustrations more often. He’d been through the wringer this last week and he’d let it show.
Letting Toto snooze a little longer, you crept out of bed to make yourself a ginger tea, hoping to once again quell the nausea that just wouldn’t shake. Trying to be as quiet as possible, standing up hadn’t helped the situation and once again you had to dash to the bathroom, only just making it in time.
Unfortunately, your wretching had woken up Toto who had knocked gently on the door, “Are you okay?”
Easing up you managed to reply, “Yes, just not feeling so great.”
“Can I come in?” he asked.
Quickly flushing the toilet, you replied, “Sure,” Still feeling ill, you continued to kneel in front of the toilet.
Rushing in, Toto bent down to your side, putting an arm around you in concern. “Oh, you poor girl. Do you think it was the food from last night?”
You managed a weak reply, “Maybe, how are you feeling?”
“I’m okay for now,” he replied as you wretched once again. Ever the gentleman, he held your hair out of harm’s way and rubbed your back. “It’s okay, just let it out.”
The nausea finally dissipating, you flushed the toilet once again as Toto handed you a tissue.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you said, hoping he wasn’t completely disgusted by the morning’s turn of events.
“Don’t be silly, it happens to us all,” he said, squeezing your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I don’t think you should come to quali like this.”
You frowned, “It’s fine, I feel better, like you said, it’s better out than in.”
Toto’s brow furrowed in concern, “But I will worry about you.”
“If I feel sick again, I’ll come back to the hotel, but the team needs me there,” you said bluntly, thinking back to yesterday’s sofa set-up.
“If you’re sure,” he said, not convinced. Grabbing your hand and getting you back on your feet he pulled you towards the bedroom area, “Come on, I’ll make you a tea.”
“Thank you,” you said, surprised by how unphased he was. “Sorry again.”
“Stop apologising!” he said as he busied himself re-boiling the kettle.
SATURDAY PM
Post-qualifying the garage was once again in a celebratory mood, Lewis having qualified P1 and George P2. As happy as you were for the team, you were also secretly pleased that as Rosie had predicted, the good results would bury the Toto and Lara stories in the press.
As the team milled around you, you suddenly felt another wave of nausea and bolted for the fresh air of the paddock. Knowing you were not going to make it back to the hospitality area in time, you ducked into a bathroom next to one of the bars where once again you found yourself hunched over a toilet bowl. To make matters worse you felt dizzy, and as you stood up you felt your vision blurring.
You must not have been out for more than a few seconds when you woke up on the toilet cubicle floor, someone knocking on the door.
“Y/N?” called out a familiar voice. It was Rosie.
Carefully getting up, you replied, “Hey,” opening the door to reveal a worried-looking Rosie outside.
“Are you okay? You didn’t look very well again and you’ve been in there a while.”
You groaned, “I passed out.”
Rosie’s eyebrows shot up, “Fuck, we should take you to the medical building!”
“I’m fine Rosie, honestly, I think I just ate something bad,” you said, trying your best to composite yourself in the mirror. You looked rough, a sheen forming across your face.
“I think you should go anyway,” Rosie said folding her arms.
Knowing she wouldn’t give in you sighed, “Sure, I guess it doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m walking you there though, just in case. I don’t want you passing out in the paddock,” said Rosie firmly, making you roll your eyes.
– – – 
Sitting nervously in the medical examination room you waited for the nurse to come and check you over. After much protest, Rosie had left you alone, on the condition that you would call her to come and collect you. 
“Good afternoon Y/N, how are you?” said the nurse as she entered the room. 
“Hi, I’ve been better not going to lie,” you said.
“Indeed, your colleague told me that you passed out? Have you experienced any other symptoms?” the nurse asked, sitting in the chair opposite you.
“I’ve been feeling dizzy for a while now and have been throwing up quite often,” you admitted.
“Is there a chance you could be pregnant? When was your last menstruation?” said the nurse, raising her eyebrow.
You went white. Of course, like every woman the possibility had been at the back of your mind, but you and Toto had been careful since your slip-up in France, and besides, you’d had a period recently.
“A small chance but probably not.” you said, “I had my last period three weeks ago, it was a little lighter than normal but otherwise all good.”
“Hmm.” said the nurse, “I think we should get you a test anyway, just for peace of mind.”
As she busied herself rummaging through the drawers at the back of the room, you reflected on the possibility. You wanted children at some point but you’d never discussed this with Toto and since he already had two you weren’t even sure if he’d want more.
“Here you go, if you take this cup to the bathroom and fill with urine to this line, we can get a definitive answer.” the nurse said kindly, handing you a small plastic cup.
“Thanks,” you said bluntly.
– – – 
Having done what the nurse you’d made your way back, cup full and were now waiting for a small strip of paper to determine your fate.
“Well, we have our answer,” said the nurse,  “Y/N, you’re pregnant.” 
Fuck. What on earth were you going to do?
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hiiii cas can i request a soft!dom yeosang (ateez) 🥹 im a sucker for friends to lovers if you wanted something a bit more specific
It’s you.
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Yeosang x Fem!reader
| REQUEST | non idol au | friends to lovers |
18+!! MDNI plz&thnx!!
warnings: soft!dom Yeo, shyish reader, nipple play, oral, unprotected sex, creampie
[ REQUESTS - OPEN ]
writers note: bapbapbap I wanted to write Yeosang & I’m glad I got this request! I may have hyped this up to much, idk bro but here ya gooo. I hope you enjoy!! :] much love
cas xx
The energy between you and your best friend had changed in the past week. What was once bubbly and fun, now seemed tense and awkward.
It started a week earlier at a friends party, you and Yeosang were chosen for seven minutes in heaven.
Most of the game was spent chatting and laughing as you waited for time to pass.
“What if we kiss?” You had drunkenly blurted out.
It was less than a minute of kissing, but it left you craving more.
Your roommates had taken over the living room, having their own little girls night. So when Yeosang arrived, you headed to your room for your weekly movie.
“You didn’t want to join them?” He asked, sitting towards the end of your bed.
You noticed he avoided your gaze, which honestly made you a little sad.
“Not really, plus we spend every Friday together.”
You wiggled your way up in the bed, sitting against your headboard and leaving a spot for him up from where he was sat.
He finally looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion.
You felt your heart drop, concern taking over as you forced your feelings towards him to the back of your mind.
“What’s up? Talk to me Yeo.” You moved down next to him, looping your arm with his.
You didn’t expect the usual closeness to feel so different. Like his energy was radiating around you and making it hard to breathe.
“Yeo..”
“You know that girl I’ve been seeing? The one I told you about.” He finally started
You pulled your arm out of his, moving away the smallest bit.
He looked at your arm, then at you for a brief second before back to his hands, “I saw her again today.” He trailed off in thought.
You chewed on your lip, “okay, and? Last time I checked you were crushing hard.”
“Yea, I was.” Yeosang said quietly, his eyes flashed to you again.
You looked into his eyes, your heart racing so fast that it took you a moment to get your words out.
“What happened?” You ask.
Yeosang quickly pushed off the bed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to you, his back against your closet door.
“You happened.”
You looked over at him confused, “what do you mean, I happened?”
He huffed a laugh, “Maybe we should kiss. Haven’t you been curious what it’s like to kiss your best friend?” He was mocking you, the words you used to when drunk.
“So, what? You’re mad at me for making you drunkenly kiss me?” You scoffed, pushing yourself off the bed.
Yeosang stayed silent, watching as you paced in front of him.
You didn’t give him a chance to speak.
“You know, whenever we drink together, it’s you who’s flirting with me and shit. The one time, the one fucking time I actually take my shot.” You turned your back to him, running a hand through your hair. “I’m so fucking stupid.”
“Y/A …” Yeosang touched your shoulder gently, but you jerked away.
“What?” You turned around, looking up at him with watery eyes. “Am I missing something? Maybe like when you said no girl was prettier then me, or the time you said we’d be a couple that could last forever.”
Your emotions were heightened, you didn’t expect half the things you were saying to pour out like they did.
You turned to look at him again, his own eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He paused for a moment, taking a step closer to you.
“It’s just ever since we kissed, my head has been spinning, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. Seeing her today, made me realize something.”
You watched as he moved even closer, your chest feeling tight.
“Oh?” You say softly
He took your hand in his, pulling you into him. “It’s because of you,” he whispered, a single tear down his cheek. “It’s because I’m in love with you.”
It felt like your heart had exploded. You never expected him to return the feelings you couldn’t find the words to express.
He cupped your face, turning your attention back to him.
“I can’t lose you.” You whispered, feeling your own tears start to fall.
You started to turn away, but he pulled you back to him, his lips finding yours.
Yeosang kissed you deeply and for some reason, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
You kissed back, letting your arms wrap around his neck.
“I’m not going anywhere” He whispered against your lips.
Your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head, “You better not.” You say eyeing him up.
Yeosang’s hand gently griped your jaw, his lips crashing into yours.
You returned the kiss, pulling him back until you were against the wall. Your hand slipped under his sweater, fingers gripping at his abs.
“Take it off.” Yeosang breathed, backing up a bit as you ran your hands up his chest to pull his sweater off.
You leaned your upper body back, smirking at him as your eyes ran up and down his body. You wanted him so bad, for so long. It made you tingle.
Yeosang kissed you again before taking another small step back, smirking as his eyes motioned to his pants. “Now these.”
Dropping to your knees, you ran your hand over his crotch, feeling his stiffened cock pressed tight against the pants.
Your fingers worked to undo his belt, “Look at me.” He ordered.
You obeyed, looking into his eyes as you unbutton his pants. Slide the zipper down. You hummed happily, pulling his pants the rest of the way off.
His body moved from in front of you, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off for me.” His tone had softened, making you feel shy.
While Yeosang had the confidence of a Greek god; you on the other hand, lacked that quality.
You started with your leggings, slowly taking them off one leg at a time. The oversized sweater you had on hid most of your body, your breath got a little shaky.
“Hey.”
Your eyes moved to him, taking his extended hand and walking into his embrace.
He cupped your cheek, pulling you close and kissing you softly a few times. “You’re the prettiest girl. Prettier than all the others.”
Yeosang pulled you onto his lap, scooting back a bit so you were comfortable. His hands rested on your hips, “More importantly -” he kissed your jaw, lips sucking at your sweet skin.
You moaned softly, tilting your head to one side to give him more room. He worked slowly towards you ear, “You’re my beautiful girlfriend.”
He pulled back quickly, “Wait, will you be my girlfriend?”
You smiled widely, “Of course.” You pressed a toothy kiss upon his lips, giggling against them as he fell back with his arms around you.
Yeosang flipped you onto your back, rubbing the nip of his nose against yours.
You bit your lip, “Take it off me.”
His hands ran slowly up your sides, sitting you up to lift your sweater off. He ran a hand through your hair before pulling you into another kiss.
You rolled your hips against his, moaning against his lip as his hands explored your body, leaving goosebumps in their path.
“Can I take this off?” He asked, his fingers trailing along the elastic of your sports bra.
You nodded and he quickly threw it off.
His hands were on your breasts immediately, thumbs grazing over your sensitive nips. You moaned his name as he dipped one into his mouth, his tongue running in circles.
Yeosang laid you back down, his mouth switching back and forth between your nipples before slowly trailing down your body.
You watched as he kissed your hips, your inner thigh. It was driving you crazy, dampening your panties more and more as he approached.
Using both hands, he slipped your undies slowly down your legs, kicking off his own boxers after.
Yeosang looked down at you, smiling at you as he crawled back on the bed. He made his way to your head, “Come here.” He said quietly, lifting you a bit towards his large member.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking his cock in your mouth. He thrusted into your mouth, drool leaking from the sides. His hand slid between your legs, pushing them apart.
“Your lips look so pretty around my cock.” He hummed, his fingers finding the sweet spot on your clit.
“Yeo..” you moaned, your head falling back for a breather. “Please Yeo, I need you.”
“Please fuck me”
The tip of his cock ran through your folds, your slick easily becoming a lube as Yeosang thrusted into you, sending a shiver up your spine.
He listed your legs around his hips, his deep strokes already daring to make you cum.
He ran one of his hands along your leg, “You’re such a good girl.”
You looked up at him, your hands kneading your breast. “Am I your good girl?” You smirked, one of your hands moving to rub your clit.
Yeosang leaned down, roughly kissing you as his hips started to move faster. “My good girl”he hissed,
Your back arched as your peak started to hit, your moans turning into sharp breaths.
Your walls started to tighten, little shakes starting to hit throughout your body.
He lifted you up to him, holding you in his arms. “I’m gonna cum baby girl.” He moaned in your ear.
Your body was on fire with pleasure, his cock so deep inside you it made you whimper. “Cum in me. Cum in me Yeo.”
He brought his lips to yours, lazily kissing as your peaks hit simultaneously.
Your fingers dug into his skin as your body vibrates against his, the feeling of your release dripping down.
Yeosang brushed some hair from your face, breathing heavily against your lips. “You’re so amazing.”
“So are you.” You smiled, sliding yourself off his lap and grabbing his face to pull it to you.
You kissed him a few times, sliding your hands to the back of his neck. “You’re staying the night, yeah?”
He nodded, kissing your forehead, “I’ll go get us a towel, that way we can stay in here for as long as we want.”
“As long as we want?” You asked giggling, flashing flirty eyes at him.
“Then hurry, cause I want you more..” You ran your hand across his chest, kissing up his jawline, “and more…” you got to his ear, “and more.”
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behoright · 1 year
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prisoner (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov
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i can't forget you, your love is the loudest/ i can't control it
summary: part 5! lovestruck andrei messed around with you a little too much at the game before the roadie. also, the whole canes team just acting like dorks (bc they are)
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warnings: cursing. mentions of boobies and boners (lmao) idk if that is 18+ but if it is I repel all minors DONT READ this. thank u all for reading :’) reminder that I am not good at this I’m just really horny. heavier smut IS coming okay I just need this to start off as pg13 as possible because the later chapters could literally get me institutionalized
p.s.: this is the bra I thought you’d wear but you let your imaginations run wild okay https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1404/8101/products/Daisy_Bra_Front_e196baa3-10f0-42bc-94c5-89ad1312821b_1400x.jpg?v=1660696818
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“What’s going on with him?”. Andrei’s teammates stared perplexed at the young player, who was continuously shooting pucks into the net, hours before warm ups even started. “I haven’t seen Andrei this nervous since he first started out with us.” Martinook said. “You think he’s nervous? About what?” Brady asked. The rest of the guys turned to look at him.
“Y/N”. 
Pyotr and Andrei had undeniably become closer, since the young player had joined the Canes. Andrei had missed having full conversations in his native tongue on the daily, and he was glad to take someone under his wing as well, just as Dougie had done with him. Pyotr was aware of you, and he just couldn’t understand why Andrei had never brought you around. He said you had come to games before, but Pyotr had never seen you, and the others didn’t even know your name, less alone your existence.
At first, the rookie thought he was just sleeping with her - not important enough to introduce her to anyone. Just another girl. But as time went by, Andrei’s attention began to slip. He would tell stories of his “friend”, mention how much you liked this and that, tales from your classes, and after much asking, Pyotr finally got a name. 
Y/N. He said it quietly, with a blush, and changed conversation topics quickly. Suddenly he realized why he had never met her. Andrei really liked this girl, and that couldn’t be brought up, in any way, shape or form. Andrei would shoot him down so fast, Pyotr couldn’t believe it. He sure would tease his fellow teammate constantly, but he could tell that something deep down made Andrei… uncomfortable. Or anxious, antsy. Not the typical Andrei that he was so used to. So he left it alone. However, he knew what was really going through his friend’s head. 
“Trip. Nervous about trip. With girl.”. The boys immediately understood what he meant.
“He likes her?” Jarvy asked.
With a nod, Pyotr did his best to explain. “He…no talk. But, uh, he likes girl. A lot. Too shy”.
“Svech? Shy? There’s no way.” Sebastian chimed in.
“I’ve seen him out with a million girls - I wouldn’t describe him as shy, particularly. Cocky is a better word.” Neci snickered.
Pyotr threw his hands up - “Different. You see tonight.”
All the guys looked at each other, but before they could say anything, their heads bolted back to the young player on the ice. “You guys are going to practice with me? Or what?” he shouted, banging his stick against the glass closest to them. “I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.” 
The guys all raised an eyebrow at Pyotr - there was no way anything could have shaken Andrei’s steady smugness, much less a girl. 
“You wait and see. Then you tell me” answered the rookie. 
⁺ ⠀┄
Andrei knew he needed to get back to the arena as soon as possible. After his shower, he picked up some food and raced back. He couldn’t afford to get distracted before tonight’s game, and he needed extra practice so he would do his job properly and also wouldn’t make a fool out of himself in front of you. 
He spent a couple of hours alone, shooting into the net, trying to fight off the thoughts plaguing his mind. 
He was intoxicated, and hadn’t even seen you in days. 
He couldn’t quit dreaming about you running your hands through his hair, down his neck and spine, over his belly and down-
No. Focus on the puck. Focus on the puck. 
He wanted to do well tonight, and secretly hoped to not even see you before the game, in all honesty. Just the fact that he knew you were in the stands made his heart jolt already. Thankfully, he was able to see that the guys were early too; however, they were all standing around in the seats, watching him shoot. What were they talking about so much? Why was everyone acting so off lately? 
“You guys are going to practice with me? Or what ? I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.” Yeah, perhaps some good old team practice would settle him down.
⁺ ⠀┄
“So, are you going to tell me what you were talking about before?” Andrei asked, getting his stick ready in the locker room. Neci’s head snapped up to look at the Russian. “Uh, nothing.” Andrei raised an eyebrow at his friend. 
“You just seem a bit on edge lately, that’s all. We hope everything is okay.” Martin wanted to know if Pyotr was right, but he knew better than to tease Andrei before a game.
“Everything’s fine brother. I want to play the game right.” 
Neci couldn’t help himself. “Yeah totally. Uh… are you sure it has nothing to do with our roadie coming up? You know, bringing your friend along and all.” 
Andrei tried his best to keep his eyes on the tape he was wrapping around his stick, hoping his friend wouldn’t feel his demeanor change. 
“What? No, not at all. It’s just a trip with friends right?” 
“Yes, but not once have you talked about this friend of yours. And we had to put up with Rod reminding you about the trip for weeks now. I mean, you never put off stuff like this.” 
Andrei’s heart sank - he hoped his teammate wouldn’t be able to notice the small sweat beads forming at his hairline.
“I just- I want her to have a good time. She has never seen this much of my job. I want it to be okay.” Martin patted his teammate on the back. “Dude it’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s going to love it…. Do you like her or something?” 
“Alright alright” Andrei said, rolling his eyes and standing up quickly, but he knew he couldn’t hide his blush and smile.  
“Oh, Andrei has a little crush!” Neci said, teasing louder. 
“Shh, no. I- I go and get my shirt now. Bye.” 
Andrei quickly walked into the bathroom with his head down, turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in his face. His worst fear was coming to fruition right now - he hated to lose focus. He dipped his face in his hands again, and when he looked up at the mirror, he saw Neci and Pyotr walking into the restroom.
“Dude, it’s fine. Just play your game and she’ll have a good time.” 
“Oh, you can make her have a good time alright” 
The three boys snapped their heads towards a closed stall. Pyotr smacked his hand on his forehead.
“Burnzie, shut up!” Andrei fixed his eyes on the ceiling as he nervously bit his lip.
“Chill, you got it. You do this all the time, almost every night. We will simply have extra company on this trip, that’s all.” 
Pyotr nodded and waved towards the stall - “Do not listen Burnzie. We have fun tonight.”
As embarrassed as Andrei was, as he took pride in being the one lifting up his teammates, he felt pretty thankful that they had his back. He nodded as they walked back in the locker room and mentally replayed their words in his head. Just a regular game, regular roadie, with a bit of extra company. 
⁺ ⠀┄
The familiar cheer of the crowd was able to calm down Andrei during his warm up routine. He felt really fortunate to be playing this game, and had to pinch himself everytime he saw kids wearing his jersey and asking for a puck. 
He was loose, happy to be warming up and messing around with his teammates, until he looked up, scanning the crowd once again, and saw you. Sitting on the bench, talking with Neci’s sister to the kids, who were waiting to meet the players. 
Be cool, be cool, be cool. 
He knew he couldn’t avoid this any longer. He reminded himself to act casual, as he always did around you. Nothing had really changed, not in your eyes at least.  As he skated towards you, he couldn’t help but stare at the way you so intently listened to the kids, who were basically bouncing off their seats. 
He came up and messed up your hair with his glove while greeting the little ones, which caused the usual smiley eye roll from you. 
“Hi dingus.”
“You’re here early.” Andrei answered, with a smile.
“Yeah, since we leave for the trip tomorrow I asked for today off. I came early to avoid the traffic and such. I met your coach by the way - Rod? He’s the one that got me down here by the bench in the first place.”
Of course he did, Andrei thought. He did his best not to scoff at Rod too hard in front of you.
“You are ready for the trip? It’s going to be a lot of traveling, you know.”
“Oh I’m sure I’ll be okay flying on your team’s private plane for a week. Am I going to have to play hockey or something? You know I suck at skating.”
“Oh trust me, I remember.” Andrei laughed at the reminiscence - you guys had gone to an ice skating rink a long time ago, and he remembers being doubled over in laughter at how clumsy you were. Another memory quickly took the player by surprise: the feeling of your small hands in his when he tried to guide you, and the way your eyes reflected the lights, or the snow caught in your hair-
No, no, no, Not right now, Andrei. He took a deep breath. 
“I, uh. We will know the schedule and all tomorrow.”
“Cool.” you replied, looking at him, hands in your back pockets. “You nervous?”
Andrei’s heart (and face, inevitably) dropped. 
“Nervous?” he said, perhaps too frantically.
“For tonight? The game you’re about to play? It seems like a big one.” you answered, looking around at the seats quickly filling up. 
Oh. That’s what you meant.
“C’mon now. You know I don’t get nervous.” he snapped back with a cocky grin. 
“Oh yeah, big man Svechnikov is never nervous because he’s sooo good.” Andrei laughed, but before he could say anything, he noticed your gaze change, staring now deeper into his eyes, and moving your body closer to his. 
“I know you’re lying, Drei. I can see right through you.” you teased.
Andrei took a sharp inhale, and felt completely paralyzed. He wanted so badly to grab your chin and push his lips against yours. So badly.
“Geez, Andrei, chill. Everyone gets nervous right?”. Seeing as she was only joking, Andrei upped the ante. 
“You know me - I’m just too good.” he replied, teasingly, as he grabbed his water and squirted some of it in his mouth, not breaking eye contact. 
“You’re so full of shit, Svechnikov.” 
This caused Andrei to roll his eyes, turn the bottle around and playfully squirt some water at you. However, instead of it falling on your head, where he was initially aiming for, the long stream of water covered your chest. 
Oh shit.
Your mouth fell open as you shoved him backwards. “Andrei!”
Your white bodysuit, with a cut that was already low enough, was splattered all over with water, revealing your bra. 
“Um…” Andrei knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. He tried to open his mouth but he genuinely couldn’t get any words out. He had sneaked a peak at your chest often enough, but this was wholly different. 
“I didn’t even bring a jacket and it’s freezing in here; this will never dry.” Andrei looked at the clock above. 
“Here, come.” He mustered up the courage to grab your arm and lead you to the locker room. 
“Can I even be in here?’ you looked around, concerned. 
“It’s okay. You can have one of my jerseys.” 
Your chest perked up: “Is this your locker?” you asked, head tilted. 
Even with your chest soaking and basically completely showing through, Andrei thought you looked the most beautiful when you gave him that look. Big eyes, looking up at him, waiting for his answer. God, he really needed to get it together.
Chuckling, he answered: “Yes, this is my spot. Now put this on before you get sick.”
He saw you grab the jersey and study how big it was; as you started to get the sleeves on, he realized: here comes the word vomit again. He didn’t even think about saying it, it sorta just came out. 
“You need to take your shirt off, silly. Because you will freeze - it will not dry in the arena. It’s too cold.” He hoped the redness in his face didn’t show as he said that. He couldn’t take back what he said now.
“Well duh, but how am I going to change here? What if someone walks in?” you looked around as you said. His eyes narrowed when he noticed you were blushing too.
“I turn around and cover you. We’re in a corner, no one will see. How long could you possibly take?” he said, with a grin on his face. 
“Fine - but don’t look, okay?”
“No promises.” Andrei whispered as he turned around. 
“Hmm?”
“Nothing, nothing.” he quietly laughed. 
His body was big enough that you noticed he actually did cover you as you changed.
“Um, I’m sorry Drei, my skin is really wet. Do you have anything I can use to dry myself off?” He could sense the trembling in your voice, and he started moving frantically to find a washcloth to give you that hopefully wasn't soaked in sweat.
When he turned around to hand you the towel, he made sure to look down - he liked you, but he didn’t want to be creepy. As they say though, old habits die hard. As soon as you proceeded to wipe the damp patch of skin, he couldn’t resist but peer his eyes over. Oh. He had never seen your breasts like…this. Obviously. Even though it was just a peek, Andrei noticed the goosebumps on your skin, how soft you looked, and the lace on your white bra drove him absolutely mad. He swiftly turned around again, feeling pretty lucky that his hockey gear covered most of what was going on in his pants, and the fact that you couldn’t see the huge smile on his face. Maybe she really couldn’t tell how flustered he was. 
A little laugh made his eyebrows shoot up. 
“Drei, you’re so big.”
If he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, and his pants couldn’t get tighter, he was wrong. What did she just say?
She appeared in front of him - his jersey looked gigantic on her. Her stature and the fact that she was wearing his number made him want to grab her right then and there and spin her around, just to hear that giggle again. He couldn’t even see her hands because the sleeves were too long.
“See? It’s so big on me!” she said. And there it was. That look again - the smile, the eyes and the head tilt. It took all of his strength not to grab both of her cheeks and kiss her right then and there. 
“Yeah, you’re so small.” Andrei internally facepalmed. He sounded like such an idiot.
“No - you’re the huge one, Mr. Hockey player.”. 
“He sure is, aren’t you, Svechy?” 
Andrei looked up, horrified. Jarvy had walked in, right on time for that joke. Your head whipped around, your long hair wafting perfume towards Andrei. 
“Hmm?” you said. A wave of relief washed over Andrei. She hadn’t heard. But your perfume, your voice, god, you were so sweet. 
“You working the merch stand, Svech? You better make her pay for that. It's exclusive.” Seth joked around. Andrei desperately started shaking his head at him. “Stop!” he mouthed to his friend, who just got closer to you. 
“I’m Seth. You must be Y/N.” 
“How’d you know?”
“Oh, you’re Andrei’s secret friend, we all know. The whole team is excited to finally meet you, and find out why he’s kept you so hidden for so long.” 
Andrei’s gestures to make Seth stop got more and more ridiculous - he wanted to tackle his friend to the ground, he was so embarrassed. Thankfully, you couldn’t see how much he was silently freaking out behind you. 
“Oh, I’m a wanted criminal - that must be why.” Your joke made Jarvis’ head throw back with laughter. 
“She’s funny, Andrei, I like it.”
You turned around to look at him, with a slight blush and shake of your head. 
“Don’t listen to Jarvy, Y/N, he’s not all there.” And you laughed again. He was head over heels for you. Big trouble. 
“You’re one to talk. We’re starting soon, little criminal, you’re going to have to get out of here. Don’t worry Drei, you’ll see her again right after.” Seth winked.
Andrei’s face had been completely flushed for the whole day now, but this one caused a whole different shade of red. 
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“I was just leaving anyway, guys. Have a great game Andrei, and thank you for the jersey.” you said, and squeezed his arm, walking away. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”
Jarvy waved at you as you made it out of the locker room; he was staring at Andrei, who was completely still, unblinking, watching you strut away. 
“Man, you’ve got it bad.” Jarvy snarked, which made Andrei completely snap out of it, and immediately pounce on his friend. 
“You are such a dumbass, Seth!” the 6’3” player quickly trapped his teammate in a chokehold. Nevertheless, Jarvs couldn’t stop laughing. 
“Don’t ever do that again! I swear, Jarvy, you are-”
“Hey!”
Staal’s deep voice stopped the young players. 
“Let’s go boys! Save the hype for the tunnel.”
The guys quickly composed themselves and walked towards the rest of their team, only after Andrei gave his friend one last push.
⁺ ⠀┄
The game went a lot better than he expected - he was able to think clearly and really zone in. He did see you in the seats though, right when he was getting off a shift. Why weren’t you in the boxes with the other families? All of the girls he had brought to games before had always taken the most expensive seats. And he swore he saw you with the biggest smile on your face, and were you... biting your lip? Favorably, you were sitting way behind their bench, so when Drei caved in and tried to look behind him, he was met with his coach’s face, who slowly shook his head and handed him some smelling salts. Right, right. 
⁺ ⠀┄
The team celebrated their win, their stars and their fans. Andrei was feeling really good about this one. He could, after all, play with you so close to him, and still come through for his team. All the cockiness was woefully wiped away quickly once he saw you standing outside of the locker room, against the wall, waiting for him. 
He knew he was unfortunately staring again when you said:
“Ready for our sleepover?”
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#7 - MERCY, for April AU @jilymicrofics
Theme: Grey's Anatomy. Rated M just to be safe.
“You should know,” he mumbles, voice smooth, barely recovered, “I don’t usually do this.”
Lily wonders what this is exactly. Meet a girl in a bar, share a few rounds of drinks with her? Distract that girl from all her worries until they are laughing together? Pull her to the darkened hallway that leads to the kitchens to kiss her as if they were teenagers? Accept her daring invitation to go to her place? Take her clothes slowly, his lips tracing every curve of her body until she is moaning into his arms, begging for more? Or press his body against hers, kiss her as they roll around in bed, whisper her name as she moves atop of him, watch her as she comes apart until he follows her to that bliss?
Whatever this is, Lily is quite glad for it; he is the perfect distraction for all the stress of tomorrow and because she needed this, she turns to face him. Her heart skips a beat; the first thing she noticed about him that night was that he was handsome, with those hazel eyes shining smartly behind the lens of his glasses, a smile that showed dimples at the corner of his mouth, his tan skin, his carefree way.
Sure, it had been his talk—and later his kissing abilities—that made her invite him out eventually, but his beauty was not to be disregarded.
“Don’t tell me I was your first,” she teases, and he cracks a laughing smile.
“No,” he admits. His gaze moves over her face and she sees the moment his pupils contract. “But I wouldn’t mind if this was the first of the night.”
She shouldn’t; she has a busy day tomorrow, so Lily should just ask him politely to leave, but then she can feel the twitch of his body, his desire for her, and that makes her feel warm; she should be spent by now, but if he can do that thing with his fingers once again—she could use more distraction. So she pulls herself closer to him, searching for lips—any trace of the tequila they've drunk is gone, but she enjoys his taste even more.
"I want you," she whispers against his lips.
He is all too glad to attender her wishes; her whole world spins around and she isn’t sure that it is in the right place later, when he pulls her into his arms and she accepts, melting into his warmth and just closing her eyes, very content, very relaxed—
Until her alarm rings off and she jumps out of the bed to find out it’s morning already, the sun shining.
“Damn.” She glances at her phone. She missed the first and the second alarms, this is the third one, for emergencies—and this is one. “Fuck, not today—”
“Lily?” From the bed, comes a sleepy voice. Lily steals a glance at him while she runs around the room for her clothes.
He is handsome, but she cannot dwell with that now. “I’m sorry, you’ve got to leave,” she says, already distracted. She should take a shower, but it’s fifteen minutes to the hospital, and if she takes more than five minutes to find a parking spot… shower later.
He just turns around to face her. “I thought we could share a breakfast.”
“No, I’m late.”
“I can give you a ride if—”
“No.” She wishes she had more time to do it; he said he didn’t do this usually, and now Lily is reconsidering a bit—maybe he is one of those guys who are after the love of their life in a pub… “Look, this was a one-night thing, ok? I had a great time, but you need to leave, John.”
“Oh.” He looks disappointed. Definitely the kind of guy who falls too quickly. “It’s James.”
She knows, but mistaking the name always works perfectly for the guy to get a hint, and this time is not different.
“I’m going then—”
Lily nods, throwing him a smile that she hopes to come as nice and yet dismissive. It works, for when she leaves the bathroom, he isn’t there. There is only the faint scent of his cologne, something musky and rather nice, and for a moment Lily almost wishes she could have gotten his number or—
No, she admonishes herself, leaving the house. It would give him the right idea. I am not looking for a relationship now. It’s better if we don’t see each other.
That’s a thought that she has to repeat when she parks her car; the Three Broomsticks pub, where they met, is right in front of the hospital. Lily makes a mental note to suggest that any happy hour be somewhere else and joins the new interns inside the hospital.
She is calm — she is competent and she knows how hard she worked to get there; the minutes goes by though, and while the other interns have been directed, Lily finds herself in a group of four interns waiting. One of the other residents, a rather handsome man with a haught smile that made some people sigh, comes to tell them that their resident is running a bit late but will be there soon.
“Prongs says he overslept,” she hears him telling one of the new interns in Lily’s group, a nervous-looking guy.
They already know each other, Lily realises, whoever that resident “Prongs” is. It’s a bit unfair, but she has dealt with unfairness before—
And then, breathing hardily and in a rush, appears the man that Lily saw last on her bed that morning.
“Hello,” he calls, adjusting his glasses on his face. “Sorry for the delay—I’m James Potter, and I’ll be your resident for—”
His voice fails; Lily finds herself meeting the same pair of hazel eyes that charmed her last night, but that she also believed she wouldn’t see again. Resident, he said. James, just-a-distraction James, I-won't-see-him-again James, is her resident.
“Ah,” He looks away, recovering himself. “Anyway—welcome to Hogsmeade Mercy Hospital.”
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Here's To The Future - Part 5: Battle Scars
Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.
She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.
Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, violence, emotions, inhibitor chips
A/N: Yes, I skipped ahead a bit, but I'd rather focus on the big plot points instead of dragging you through stuff you already know.
We're getting to the big climax now. This one's not too bad, but the next couple are going to be pretty heavy, so please prepare yourselves.
Also I am incapable of not being cheesy when writing Tech scenes.
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“That was fast.” Tech says as he looks up from where he’s fiddling with the ship. 
Midnight shrugs. “We didn’t need much this time. I got us some food, though.” 
“How was it?” Hunter asks, greeting them. 
“It was amazing!” Omega says excitedly. “There was a market going on and we got some fresh food and Midnight scared a guy that was following us.” 
Hunter looks up at Midnight startled by Omega’s words. “You were followed?” The others look up, their attention drawn by his worried tone. 
Midnight rolls her eyes. “Just a creep looking to shoot his shot. Don’t worry. I handled it.” 
“A man followed you?” Hunter asks, pressing her for more details. 
Midnight sighs. “I’m a beautiful woman, Hunter. Creepy men follow me all the time. It’s happened all my life.” She puts a hand on his chest. “Don’t worry. I set him straight.” 
Hunter’s jaw clenches, his hands balling into fists at his side. “I don’t like it.” 
“Well, I don’t either but unfortunately, it’s normal for me.” She stands on her toes, getting close to his face. “Don’t get jealous.” She whispers, lips brushing his for a second before she moves away. “Come eat before it gets cold.” 
Midnight and Omega’s outings have become normal as they frequent Ord Mantell more and more often. They have a good thing going with Cid, getting sent on missions and getting paid in return if they were successful. 
Nearly twenty missions now over the last few weeks. She knows the guys are feeling good being busy again. Being busy has kept her distracted too. Hard to be upset when you’re racing around the galaxy with a child. 
Midnight sits next to Echo, grabbing herself a serving. She smiles as she looks around at her boys. Hunter glances down at Omega where she’s sitting next to him every so often as she eats and talks happily with Wrecker. Tech eats with one hand, holding his datapad in the other. Echo also glances up at Omega every so often, all of them eating and enjoying this time together.
Midnight especially enjoys it, picturing all of them sitting around a dining table in their home, sharing in home cooked meals. She can’t hide the painful ache in her chest, though, at the missing space where Crosshair should be. 
***
“How much did you spend?” Hunter corners her in her room after they’ve finished eating. 
“None.” She says, putting her things away. “I used my money.” 
“I told you not to do that.” He says, stepping closer to her. 
“It’s my money, Hunter. It’s not doing us any good just sitting here.” She turns to face him. “Why won’t you let me help?” 
“I want you to save it.” 
“You’ve told me that before.” She says, putting a hand on his arm. “I have more than enough to keep us comfortable for a while. Let me help.” 
“No.” He puts his foot down. “I want you to save it in case you have to run.” 
Midnight blinks at him in surprise. She hasn’t heard this before. “What?” 
“I want you to save your money in case something happens and you and Omega have to leave.” 
“Hunter,” Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not going to-”
He holds up a hand, cutting her off. “We’ve already discussed it. It’s our newest plan. If something happens, we give you and Omega the best chance of getting to safety.”  
“Hunter, I don't want to...I can’t-” 
“It’s not a suggestion.” He says, looking at her with a hard gaze. “You have the best chance of giving her a good life.” 
“I don’t know how to be a parent, Hunter! You think just because I had a mom I know how to be one? My mom wasn’t there. She didn’t parent me. I know just as much about taking care of a kid as you do.” 
Hunter puts a hand on her shoulder. “You’re her best option. We’re all prepared to do it, if it comes to it. That’s always been part of our plans.” 
Tears blur Midnight’s vision. She hates the idea of just one of them sacrificing themselves, but the thought of all of them...she hates it. 
Hunter cups her face gently, wiping one of the tears that slides down her cheeks. “We’ll try not to need it, but we always have to be prepared for the possibility.” 
***
Midnight sits on her bed, patting a damp cloth against the wound on her arm. It was hardly more than a graze from a blaster bolt, but it still hurts. They’re all a bit battered. The latest mission had been a hard one, and also a failure. Well, not totally a failure. It had been a failure for the right reasons, but she knows Cid won’t see it that way. 
They weren’t getting paid for this one. 
It’s not that big of a deal for her, but she knows Hunter won’t be happy. 
The door to her room opens, Tech stepping inside. He doesn’t bother looking up from his datapad, moving to her side. He grabs her arm, holding the datapad up to her wound. 
“I hardly think it’s that serious, Tech.” She rolls her eyes, attempting to pull her arm away. 
“It needs to be cleaned.” He says simply, reaching into his belt for some bacta spray. 
She rises from the bed, coming to stand right in front of him. She stares up at him intensely, eyes wide. “Okay, genius.” She says.  “Then spray me.” 
Tech visibly swallows, his eyes intense as he takes her arm, spraying the bacta on her wound. 
“You sure you don’t want to check for other injuries?” She asks, taking a step back. 
“I do not think you have any more injuries.” He says, his voice wavering a bit as he goes back to his datapad.
Midnight rolls her eyes, grabbing his datapad, setting it on the bed behind her. Tech opens his mouth to complain, but he falls silent as she tugs her shirt over her head. She smirks at him, making a show of unbuttoning her pants, turning her back to him as she shimmies her pants down her legs. 
“You sure?” She asks, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “You don’t wanna be thorough? Maybe do a double check?” 
His bare hands meet her shoulders, calloused hands sliding along her skin. “Perhaps a thorough examination is necessary.” His fingers trail over her skin, raising goosebumps as they go. 
He presses close against her back as his fingers skirt around to her stomach, the plastoid on his chest cool against her skin. His hand slips into her underwear, fingers trailing through her already slick folds. 
“You’ve been waiting for this.” He says, pressing his lips against her shoulder. 
“Honestly, I would have taken any of you.” She gasps, her hips pressing against his hand. “I’ve been horny for a week now.” 
Tech hums. “That must be why your aim was off.” 
Midnight elbows him in the stomach. “Don’t be a dick...” She trails off as a finger slips inside her. She moans quietly, her hips rocking against Tech’s hand. 
“We don’t have a lot of time.” He murmurs against her neck, sucking a bruise onto her skin. 
“Make me cum and I’ll suck you off like that time after Trevath.” She says. 
He pauses for a moment, before adding a second finger inside her. “Deal.” 
His free arm wraps around her waist holding her up as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her. It’s obscene sounding from how wet she is, his mouth slotting against hers to try and quiet her moans. 
The tension had been building recently, as their now busy schedule, and a child aboard, makes it hard for them to find downtime. It’s a bit like when they were at war, either too busy or too exhausted to do much of anything. 
What she wouldn’t give to be living in a big house with lots of space and nothing to do. 
She cums quickly, soaking Tech’s fingers. He pulls them from her, shoving them into her mouth to keep her quiet. She licks his fingers clean, swirling her tongue around them. He’s already hard, his codpiece pressing rather uncomfortably against her ass. 
She turns, dropping to her knees in front of him. His codpiece comes off easily, dropping to the floor with a quiet thud. She palms the bulge in his blacks, looking up at him through her lashes. He gulps as he stares down at her, bracing one hand against the wall. 
She smirks, slowly undoing his blacks. He’s going to be the one needing to be silenced after she’s done with him. 
***
“That is one strange looking lizard.” Cid says, peeking in the cage where Ruby is being held. 
They had just arrived back on Ord Mantell after hunting down some rare lizard a contact of Cid’s wanted. It had been quite the event to get it, the Rhokai that had taken it rather unwilling to let it go so easily. 
“What’s your client want it for?” Echo asks. 
“Maybe it’s a pet. Maybe he wants to turn it into a stew. Don’t know, don’t care.” Cid says. 
“As long as you get paid.” Hunter says. 
“Now you’re catching on.” Cid says. “And guess what? That means you get paid too. Bring the lizard in the back.”
Echo grabs the cage, making his way towards Cid’s office. Tech follows, Wrecker hanging back. 
“Hunter?” Omega asks. 
“What are you two up to?” Hunter asks, turning to them. 
 “The mission’s over. Can we go?” Wrecker asks. 
“Again?” Hunter asks exasperatedly. 
“It’s a tradition.” Wrecker explains. “It makes the kid happy.” He whispers, as if she’s not standing right in front of him. 
“Uh-huh. The kid.” Hunter says knowingly, but he sighs. “Don’t take long.” 
Wrecker cheers, Omega grabbing Midnight’s wrist. “Come with us!” 
Midnight lets herself be pulled from Cid’s bar, Hunter glancing back and she offers him a shrug before she disappears out the door.
Wrecker takes her free hand, the three of them walking together. Just like a little family, making their way towards the marketplace. They lead her to a stand, Wrecker ordering three boxes of Mantell Mix. 
The lady at the stand holds her hand out expectantly, Midnight glancing at Wrecker before pulling out her credit bag. “How much?” She asks. 
“21 credits.” The woman says. 
Midnight sucks in a breath, but hands over the payment. That was a lot for the Mantell Mix. Where had Wrecker been getting the credits to pay for it? Hunter certainly doesn’t know. He would have put an end to this quite a few jobs ago. 
“Wrecker.” She asks as they make their way back towards Cid’s. “How have you been paying for this?” 
“Oh, we’ve been putting it on Cid’s tab.” He says. 
Midnight nearly chokes on her Mantell Mix. So that must have been why their cuts were getting smaller and smaller. No doubt Cid was also finding other things to charge them for wherever she could. 
“Well look who it is!” Wrecker says as they make their way down to the entrance. Midnight follows Omega in, finding Wrecker squeezing the life out of a poor reg. “Come here, Rex.” 
“Yeah. Good to see you too, Wrecker.” He says. 
“I thought you didn’t like the regs.” Omega says. 
“This one we like.” Wrecker says, spinning Rex around before setting him on his feet. 
“Omega, this is Rex.” Hunter introduces her. 
Rex drops down onto a knee, looking Omega over. “I’ve met many clones in my time, but never one like you.” 
Omega takes a couple steps closer, studying Rex’s face. “You’re a generation one.” She says.
“Now how’d you know that?” Rex asks. 
“From the lines on your face.” She answers simply. 
Midnight holds in a laugh, glad that Rex lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been around.” He says. 
“You got that right.” Wrecker says. 
Rex pushes himself to stand, looking at Midnight. “You must be Midnight.” 
Midnight stares at him in surprise. “Yes,” She says slowly. “I am.” 
“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Rex says. “You’re rather famous.” 
“I’m beginning to figure that out.” She says. 
“A nat-born surviving with a specialized clone squad. That takes a lot of skill.” 
“I’d call it more dumb luck than anything.” Midnight shrugs. 
“Yeah, you should’ve seen her when she first started.” Wrecker jokes, but he’s cut off by a groan, his hand lifting to his head. “Tech, I need one of those med patches.” 
Rex turns around, staring at Wrecker tensely. “What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing. It’s just a headache.” Wrecker says. 
“Which are becoming more frequent.” Echo says. 
“Is that so?” Rex asks slowly. 
“If you’re concerned about the so-called inhibitor chips, don’t be.” Tech says. “Our deviant nature appears to have impeded their functionality. Except in Crosshair.” 
“You’re telling me you haven’t removed your chips?” Rex asks. 
“No, not yet.” Tech says. 
Rex takes a defensive stance in front of Omega and Midnight, his hand moving towards his blaster. Hunter stands, all of them also taking defensive stances. 
“Those chips make you a threat to everyone around you. Even her.” Rex nods back at Omega. “You’re all ticking time bombs.” 
“Take it easy, Captain.” Hunter says, moving closer as he tries to placate Rex. 
“What’s in your head is more dangerous than you can imagine. I’ve seen what happens when the chip activates, and I don’t want to bury any more of our brothers.”
Hunter deflates a bit at that, Echo and Tech sharing a look. Midnight’s stomach starts to churn a bit. She can’t stand something similar to what happened with Crosshair happening to any of them. The thought of losing another one of them makes her sick. Not to mention the danger it would present. Any of them would be deadly without their enhancements. Wrecker especially would be the most dangerous. The kind of damage he could do with no control over his strength. 
“Trust me. It is not something you can control.” Rex says. “I couldn’t. It’s a risk you do not want to take.” 
Hunter glances past Rex at Midnight and Omega. “How do you suggest we get them out?” 
Rex relaxes a bit, moving his hand from his blaster. “Good question. I’ll be in touch.” 
***
Midnight sits across from Tech as he works on his device. Omega stands next to him, happily handing him tools as he needs them. Wrecker sits next to them, tapping his foot restlessly. They’d gotten a message from Rex a day ago to head to Bracca, and that he’d meet them there. 
“I don’t like this plan.” Wrecker groans. 
“We agreed to meet Rex on Bracca.” Hunter says, walking up to them. “That’s what we’re doing.” 
“He wants to cut open my head.” Wrecker complains. 
“All of our heads, actually.” Tech says. 
“Not mine. I don’t have an inhibitor chip.” Omega says proudly. 
“Why not? Now, that’s not fair.” Wrecker complains. 
“How’s the chip scanner coming?” Hunter asks Tech. 
“Since Rex’s chip was removed, I am able to establish a baseline by comparing his brain scans to ours, allowing for the detection of any cellular anomaly.” Tech answers. 
“He means it’s almost finished.” Omega translates. 
“Do we really have to do this?” Wrecker asks. 
“If Rex is sure, we should trust him.” Hunter says. 
“Don’t worry big guy.” Midnight stands, putting a hand on Wrecker’s arm. “You’ll be fine. You probably won’t feel a thing.” 
Wrecker pouts. “But I don’t want surgery.” 
“I’ll be right there with you to kiss it better once Rex is done.” She leans against his arm. 
He stares down at her before breaking out in a grin. Midnight stands on her toes, tugging him down slightly to kiss his cheek. She’ll feel a lot better once the chips are out. She can’t stand the risk of losing another one of them. 
***
The ship enters Bracca’s atmosphere, revealing a landscape of decaying ships as far as the eye can see. 
“What is this place?” Omega asks, looking out the viewports as they come in to land. 
“A starship graveyard.” Hunter answers. 
“I’m picking up Rex’s beacon.” Echo says, flying them down to a landing place inside a ship. 
Rex’s ship is there, waiting for them as they leave the ship. 
“Right on time.” Rex says, greeting them once they’re off the ship. 
 “How’s a junk planet gonna help us?” Wrecker asks. 
Rex puts on his helmet. “Follow me.” 
The others put their helmets on as they make their way out of the decaying ship. 
“Bracca may not be much to look at, but it has exactly what we need.” Rex says, pausing and looking at a venator ship sticking up out of the rubble. “I had my inhibitor chip taken out on a Jedi cruiser just like that. That’s where we’re heading.” 
“Then why did we land all the way over here?” Wrecker complains. 
“Everyone down.” Echo says, all of them ducking as a ship flies slowly past in the distance. 
“That’s why.” Rex says. 
“It’s the Scrapper Guild.” Tech says.  
“They control this entire planet.” Rex says. “We need to keep out of sight from their patrols. Let’s move.” 
They make their way to the cruiser, staying low and moving quickly through the debris. Midnight tries to ignore the occasional loud creaking and shifting of rusted metal above them. If any piece fell, it would squish them before they could run far enough to get out of the way. 
They reach a tall ledge right on the edge of the cruiser, the others lifting themselves up easily. Tech puts his hands on her waist, boosting her up so she can get over the edge. She turns, helping him up. His touch lingers for just a moment. All of them have been on edge since the reality of their situation had been brought to light. 
“It’s much bigger up close.” Omega says, staring at the ship in awe. 
“This is an original Venator-class ship from the first batch off the line.” Rex explains to Omega. 
“First off the line, huh? Just like you, Rex.” Wrecker laughs. 
They make their way inside, walking down a decaying hallway. Rex takes the lead, lighting the way with a torch.  Echo follows right behind him. She knows he’s relieved finding out Rex is actually still alive, and being around him again. She’d heard the most about Rex when Echo talked about his past. 
“The last time I was aboard one of these it didn’t end so well.” Rex says. 
“If the inhibitor chip isn’t something you can control, how’d you get yours out?” Echo asks. 
“I had help.” Rex says, pausing just before falling into a hole in the floor. “The medical bay is at the other end.” Rex says, pointing his torch in that direction. “Wrecker, grab that cable.” He directs the giant clone, shining his light on the cable. 
“This? W-Why? W-W-What are you gonna do with it?” He asks nervously. 
They string it across the gap, all of them crawling their way down it. Midnight waits until second to last, trying to comfort the panicking Wrecker. She crawls her way down when it’s her turn, Rex helping her down once she’s reached a safe place. 
“You’re up Wrecker.” Hunter calls up to the giant clone. 
“Uh, yeah, my head doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m fine. You guys go without me.” He says. 
“You can do it!” Omega calls out. “Just keep your eyes on the cable.” 
Wrecker slowly moves to the edge, grabbing onto the cable. It bends quite a bit under his weight, Wrecker nearly falling from it. 
“That was close.” He laughs, getting himself righted seconds before the cable gives out and Wrecker falls. 
He nearly hits the water below, but the cable wraps around his ankle, holding him just above it. 
“Are you all right?” Rex calls down to him. 
“No! Smells awful down here!” He yells, trying to reach the cable. 
Something large begins to move under the water, getting close to Wrecker. 
“What’s that?” Omega asks. 
“Wrecker, start climbing!” Hunter commands. 
“Why?” Wrecker asks. 
“Hurry!” Omega yells. 
A tentacle shoots out of the water, wrapping around Wrecker and pulling him under. They all grab the cable, trying to pull against the creature. They’re almost successful, but the creature grabs onto Wrecker with more tentacles, pulling him under. 
It’s still and quiet for far too long, Midnight watching the water nervously. They’re so close. They can’t possibly lose someone else like this. 
Wrecker breaks the surface, trying to climb up the cable. The creature hangs on desperately, Echo shooting at it as its mouth breaks the water.
It does let go after a couple shots, all of them straining to help Wrecker back up onto the platform.
“What was that?” Wrecker coughs as he kneels on the platform. 
“Makes you miss battling clankers, doesn’t it?” Rex asks. 
Wrecker groans in agreement, taking a moment to collect himself. 
They make their way through the rest of the ship with little incident. This part is more intact than the rest, thankfully. It doesn't take them long to locate the med bay, door after door plastered with the medic’s symbol. Rex kneels down at a partially opened door, looking inside. He and Tech lift the door, revealing a surgical pod.
“This will do nicely.” Rex says. 
“I would no longer call this medical bay a sterile environment.” Tech says, looking around. 
“Do you prefer to use the facility on Kamino?” Rex asks him. 
“This will do nicely.” Tech backtracks quickly. 
“I’ll calibrate the surgical pod.” Echo says inserting his scomp into the control panel. The lights begin to turn on, the pod humming to life. 
“Time to get scanned, Wrecker.” Tech says as Wrecker sits on the bed of the surgical pod. 
“Let’s get this over with.” Wrecker says, clutching his head. 
Hunter takes his gear, setting it to the side as Tech works on setting up his device. Omega approaches Hunter nervously, looking worried.  
“Hunter, just because the surgery worked on Rex, doesn’t mean it’s safe.” She says. “This is dangerous.” 
“It’s more dangerous to leave their inhibitor chips in.” Rex says. 
“We have to do this.” Hunter says. “It’s worth the risk.” 
“And what if something goes wrong? I’ll be left here with no one.” 
Hunter’s face softens a bit, finally understanding where her objection is coming from. He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We’re not going anywhere, Omega.” He says. “You’re stuck with us for the long run. Besides, Midnight isn’t going anywhere.” 
“Yeah, what am I? Chopped liver?” She kneels down next to Omega, putting her hands on her shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere either. I’ll always be with you. No matter what.” She takes the younger girl’s hand, linking their pinkies together. “Pinky promise.” 
“What does that mean?” Omega asks curiously. 
“It’s a pinky promise.” Midnight says. “It means the promise can’t be broken.” 
Omega smiles softly at her before she throws her arms around Midnight. Midnight hugs her back, squeezing her gently. 
“I think I found something.” Tech says, looking at his datapad. “Ninety degrees from his right orbital floor, below the parietal and temporal intersection.” 
“Get that away from me!” Wrecker grunts out, taking the device off his head, shoving it against Tech’s chest. 
“Something’s not right.” Omega says, looking at him. 
“We need to speed this up.” Rex says. 
The surgery pod whirrs as it comes to life, Echo working faster to get it turned on. 
“You boys got lucky.” Rex says. “Very few clones were immune to the effects of Order 66. It’s rare.”
“When the regs attacked the Jedi on Kaller, we didn’t understand why.” Hunter says.  “We couldn’t save the general, but at least we helped the Padawan escape.” They move away from Wrecker, Omega following. 
Tech grabs the sedative. “Relax. This won’t hurt a bit.” 
He goes to inject Wrecker, but Wrecker grabs his wrist, stopping him. He reaches up with his other hand, grabbing Tech around the throat. 
“You’re in direct violation of Order 66.” Wrecker says, standing and lifting Tech off the ground. 
Midnight’s blood runs cold as she stares at them in shock. The chip must have activated. This is not good. 
Wrecker throws Tech against the wall, knocking him unconscious. He bends down, grabbing his helmet and blaster. 
“Wrecker?” Omega asks, trying to get through to the giant clone. 
Rex draws his blaster, pointing it at Wrecker. Wrecker knocks the blaster from Rex’s hand easily, Hunter grabbing Omega as they duck for cover. Wrecker fires at them, Echo blocking with a piece of scrap metal before ducking for cover. 
“He’ll destroy the equipment if we don’t get him out of here.” Echo says. 
“You’re all traitors!” Wrecker says, firing at them. 
“We’ll draw him out.” Hunter says. “Midnight, Omega, stay with Tech.” 
He throws a canister at Wrecker, the room filling with smoke. Midnight and Omega stay hidden, the plan working as Wrecker follows the other three from the room. Midnight crawls over to Tech, pulling the debris off him before rolling him onto his back. She shakes his shoulder gently, trying to rouse him. 
“Come on, Tech.” She says quietly, patting his cheek. “Wake up. We need some backup.” 
Tech groans quietly, shifting just a little. Midnight glances behind her, noticing Omega is missing. She curses, getting to her feet. She draws her blaster, peeking her head out the door. She can see Hunter’s body at the opposite end of the hall, limp on the ground. She wants to check on him, but she knows Omega is somewhere, likely with Wrecker close behind. 
She hears a clang from the opposite end of the hallway and heads in that direction. She sticks her head around the corner, the door to another med bay room open. She approaches slowly, blaster drawn. She likes to think Wrecker wouldn’t hurt her, but she can’t be sure. She may not be a clone, but she had deserted too. She’s still a traitor, just like them in the Empire’s eyes. 
Wrecker’s back is to her as she glances in the open door. She lifts her own blaster, pointing it right at his back. Her hands shake, but she knows she has no other choice. She fires, Wrecker’s body going stiff before it falls. 
Rex stumbles up next to her, holding the side of his head. “You alright?” He asks. 
She gives him a once over. “I should be asking you that.” 
Omega slams into her, wrapping her arms around Midnight. Midnight runs a hand over her head, looking down at her. 
“You alright?” She asks. Omega nods, holding Midnight tighter. 
They manage to get Wrecker’s limp body into the surgical pod, Tech a bit dazed but up and moving by the time they drag his body in. Everyone is a bit battered, but still alive as Tech begins the process of removing Wrecker’s chip. 
“Is it supposed to take this long?” Echo asks as they wait for the surgery to be over. It seemed like it should be simple, but then again, removing something from someone’s brain was probably complicated even for a highly specialized machine. 
“I’m not sure. I’ve never been on this end of it.” Rex says. 
Midnight watches over Tech’s shoulder, quietly memorizing every button he pushes, everything that flashes across the screen. 
“The procedure’s complete.” Tech says after a while, ejecting the bed from the machine. 
Omega puts her hands on Wrecker’s chest, shaking him gently. “Wrecker.” He doesn’t move. “Wrecker! He should be awake by now.” 
Tech presses a button on the console. “He is alive, but his vitals have not stabilized. We won’t know more until he regains consciousness.” 
“This could be a while.” Rex says as he and Hunter step away. “Why don’t you take Omega topside and get some air?” 
“No.” Omega says definitely. “I’m staying until he wakes up.” She pulls a chair closer, plopping down next to Wrecker’s side. 
Midnight straightens up, turning to face the two clones. “I’ll go then. I could use some air.” 
“Be careful.” Hunter says. “Stay hidden and try not to draw any attention.” 
“Keep a close eye on my surroundings and trust no one but my squad, right?” Midnight jokes. 
A small smile tugs at Hunter’s mouth. “Be careful. We’ll comm you when he wakes.” 
Midnight nods her thanks, heading out of the room. She wanders the ship a bit before finding the bridge. She can imagine it full of people navigating and commanding during a battle. She’d only been on a cruiser once during the war, and she’d been unconscious the whole time. 
She seats herself on an abandoned crate, staring out the viewports at the sky. It’s beginning to turn yellow as the sun gets lower and lower. They’ll be here all night at this rate. 
****
Midnight doesn’t turn as footsteps approach her. She’s been up here for a while, the sky beginning to go orange. She’s trying hard not to think too much, waiting patiently for word about Wrecker. 
A body lowers itself next to her on the crate, her gaze still out the window. 
“He talked about you a lot, you know.” Rex says, breaking the silence. “Cody was very proud of you. Whatever you did to help him, it must have really been something.” 
Midnight shrugs. “I think it was more the fact that I did help him.” She tugs at the fraying end of her sleeve that’s untucked from her glove. “Have you...heard anything?”
“Only that his squad shot down General Kenobi on Utapau. He succumbed to the chip, just like the others.” 
Midnight lets out a long breath, looking out at the sea of decaying ships. “I guess that was to be expected.” 
It’s quiet between them for a few moments. 
“How long have you been...” Rex trails off, leaving the rest of the question unasked. 
“Is it...that obvious?” Midnight stutters.  
Rex smirks. “I know those bruises on your neck aren’t from any fight.” 
Midnight flushes, pulling the neck of her blacks up slightly higher. “Three months after I joined the squad.”
Rex gives her a soft smile. “I’m happy for you. I’m happy for them.” 
“Thank you,” Midnight says, looking at him. “For finding us, for doing this. Losing Crosshair was...” She shakes her head. “If I lost any more of them, I don’t know what I’d do.” 
“I know you must have really loved him, if you put up with Crosshair for that long.” Rex smirks, but it quickly falls. “Sometimes we have to accept we can’t change things, no matter how badly it hurts.” 
Midnight stares down at her hands. Could he tell just by looking at her that she was already considering it? 
Her comm beeps before she can think up an answer, or attempt to play it off. 
“He’s awake.” Tech’s simple statement does have relief flooding through her. 
Maybe there is a chance after all. 
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Make up or make out?
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Wilbur was stressing out in a flower shop about what to get you since he wanted to get you something amazing to make it up to you “f/f are her favorite but so are f/f do they go together?” He bites his nails “need some help sir?” “Oh uh yes please” Wilbur turns around and looks at the guy “so what are you looking for?” He looks at the worker “oh I’m looking for an apology gift for my girlfriend” the worker raises their eyebrow “what did you do?” Wil looks angry and confused “what’s that got to do with flowers” “well if you did a super bad thing then it needs to look more like y’know more work was put into it like your really sorry so like her favorite color flowers then her favorite flowers with tons of baby’s breath to fill spaces” Wil starts to bite his nails again “would you say not being completely honest with her about my job and lied about being broke and making her lose her business by doing so is really bad” the worker looks at him like he’s almost impressed “I didn’t know someone could fuck up that bad ummm yeah I think you need the giant flower arrangement I was talking about”
After paying for the flowers he heads down to a jewelry store and buys you a f/g (favorite gem) ring and necklace he then calls you it rings a few times before you pick up “hello?” “Hi love” “hi wilbur” his heart hurts used to you calling him cute nicknames you made for him “would you like to come over to my um house tonight for a little movie date” he hears you mumble a bit before you speak but he didn’t hear what it was about “I-I suppose I can but I’m guessing you don’t actually live in a tiny apartment like you said so can I have your address” his head breaks even more “oh um yes love I’ll text it to you” he texts it to you “okay sent, bye love I’ll see you then I lov-“ “yeah byeee” you hang up on him and he sighs “why couldn’t I just have told her the truth from the start” he calls his driver and goes home
He sets up your favorite foods and fluffy pillows and blankets along with you favorite movies and the flowers and jewelry he got you he makes everything absolutely perfect and homey looking and he also bought you both matching pjs with your favorite cartoons on the pants
He is almost finished setting up when he hears the door bell ring he quickly rushes to the door and opens it to see you in your cute sweater and skirt “hi love you look amazing” you smile but not the smile you used to give him it was the smile you would give a stranger after they had complimented you “thank you” he lets you in and leads you to the living room and hands you the matching pjs for you to put on “oh um these are cute” you do the smile again “the bathroom is down that hallway” after a few minutes you come back out “oh love you look adorable” he sees you blush a bit and it gives him some hope that you don’t completely hate him
Once you settled down on the cozy couch he grabbed something from behind it “I have a few gifts for you” he saw your face drop and immediately began worrying “I-I know I can’t buy your love back I just wanted to get you a few things to kinda help pay you back because I took advantage of you and got to deep into my act that I hurt you and I feel horrible about it and I want you to know I am so so sorry and love you very much” your face softens “I-“ he interrupts you “shh I know what your going to say I understand” you smash your lips into his and cup his face with your hands his eyes go wide and he slowly closes his eyes and melts into the kiss
After awhile you both pull away “you have no idea how much I missed that” you smile “I-I thought your whole soft boy personality was all an act to get me to fall for you but I’m glad that it’s actually you I was scared you were going to be this mean cold guy after you told me the truth” he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear “well am I some mean cold guy?” you giggle “not at all” “now let me give you your presents because you deserve to be spoiled”
He hands you the giant bouquet “jeez you went all out” he smiles “well I didn’t know if you would get mad and throw wine on me” you giggle and then he hands you a very fancy looking box “oh how fancy~” you gasp when you open the box “it’s beautiful! I love them!” You put the ring on and he helps you put the necklace on “thank you thank you” you hugs him “well just 2 more things” he hands you a fluffy green dinosaur stuffy and it’s heavy you gasp “I know you love your stuffed animals and I know you you love your weighted blankets so I got you a weighted stuffed animal” you hug it tightly “I love him!” He smiles “I’m going to name him pickle!” Wilbur laughs and realizes he missed this so much more then he thought he knew he missed you a lot but not this much “and um all the money I uh took from you to make my act seem a little real plus a little more for your cafe” he hands you an envelope “it should have 5 mil” you gasp “but I only gave you a couple thousand” he smiles “well you need it more then I do and I figured I should pay you for your troubles” you giggle “my troubles?” He pokes your nose “yup” you hug him and after a few moments of silence “so how would you like to move in with me” you look at him with a face that says seriously and pull away from him “yeah no” he pouts “but why not” you look down and play with your fingers he puts his hand on your shoulder “you can tell me…” you look at him “I just don’t really trust you that much anymore” his heart breaks “I-I understand, what can I do to win you back?” He holds your hands in his “I’ll but you anything you want please just take me back….” You frown and look at him “Wil you can’t just buy someone’s love…” he looks at you with teary eyes “but please love I’ll do anything” you hold his hands “then show me that with affection or I don’t know words or um small dates like picnics” he smiles “that’s something I can definitely do love thank you so much for giving me another chance” he leans in and you lean back “you have to earn that mr” he frowns
Idk if u should do a part 5 so if you want one request ideas for it plssss
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