#this was a set of lines I forgot I had around so I went ahead n colored em tonight

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[ You could consider it a god, sure! But right now it's a sword, and the other form's real fluffy...]

#haa get sealed idiot #this was a set of lines I forgot I had around so I went ahead n colored em tonight #now I must sleep cuz if I stay up on the computer too long I disintegrate

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Best Of Us

Chapter 24: Alpha Said

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: {18+ ahead} A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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You were walking down your building steps- your hand interlocked with Namjoons as you took a deep breath in. Trying to maintain the level head you had gotten back after you had started to pack your bags.

You were still upset.

Beyond upset.

You felt betrayed-and somewhat dirty and used. Though with the words Namjoon had said to you-so soft and caring and how quickly they tried to fix the way you were feeling it made you feel slightly better. Only slightly. Though you know the moment you saw Yoongi you might scream at the Alpha-hell you will no doubt cry. He felt like an uncertain piece right about now- yet you hope he was willing to fix it. Own up to the mistakes that were made and to work through it-yet you feared that he wouldn’t. The fear of the different stories running through your mind-yet when the window of the car rolled down and you’re met with a bright smile-one that warmed you from your heart out all of the fear went away.

Hoseok’s hair was loose-falling slightly in his eyes, sunglasses being spun around his finger as he smiled a toothy smile your way. His lips looked well bitten as if he had been chewing at them for some time- you saw the way one side was still between his teeth as his eyes met yours. His skin glowed as the sun hit it-it had you smiling softly back as he opened his door quickly-stepping out and pulling you into a tight hug. His minty scent twisted around you, his fingers rubbed into your lower back, his nose brushed under your ear as he pulled away slightly. Eyes looking down at you then to Namjoon you hand still laced with the Omegas as your other one awkwardly laid at your side.

“Have everything you need? All of your meds?” Hoseok whispered as his nose brushed against yours as he slowly pulled away, one hand dropping to his side as the other ones stayed on your waist. You gave him a small nod as you cleared your throat as you took a deep breath in.

“Yeah-made sure I have more than enough-uh also brought some work clothes and my makeup.” You mumble making Hoseok smile brightly as he looks between you and Namjoon as you feel the end of your shirt being rolled between his fingers.

“Good good..that's perfect I cleared some space for you in our closet and Yoongi did in our bathroom.” He pauses at the way you tensed at the mention of the other Alpha. Hoseok quickly cleared his throat as he nodded, pulling away and grabbing the bag over your shoulder. Pulling it over his- he quickly moves back to the car, opening the back seat and placing your bag there as Namjoon quickly moves to sit in the back.  

“You get the passenger seat baby.” Namjoon called out, making you huff and nod as you moved around the car-but not before Hoseok opened the door for you. It had you giving a small thank you as you moved to sit down-winced slightly at the slight heat coming from the leather seats onto the back of your thighs.

“Sunglasses..I forgot my sunglasses.” You mumble-a small pout on your lips as Hoseok gets into the driver's seat.

“Hobi probably had an extra set.”

“Extra what?” Hoseok mumbles, his sunglasses already being pushed up onto his nose as he starts to turn the wheel to get out of the spot he was in. Your eyes stayed on him the way the palm of his hand stayed in the wheel-the other against the car door as he took off. It had your mind somewhat racing with not so appropriate thoughts. Though you looked away as his eyes quickly looked back at you.

“Sunglasses.” You mumbled making him hum suddenly his hand was reaching in front of you opening the glove department and reaching-a slick black case was suddenly handed to you as you took it. The sound of the glove department closing had you sighing as you took a sleek black pair of glasses out-then you jumped slightly at the feeling of Hoseok's hand on your thigh as you looked back over at the Alpha. He had a small smirk on his face-that he kept facing forward-and the feeling of his thumb rubbing against the inner part of your thigh had you huffing as you pushed the glasses onto your face.

You kept your eyes facing towards the road-the soft hum of the music as you felt his fingers drum against your skin to the beat. Namjoons scent of peaches and pears mixing with a sugary scent had your eyes closing as Hoseok's minty scent twisted along with it. It was a dream-truly- the way the two scents mixed together just had your mind relaxing as your hand reached down and laced with Hoseok’. The feeling of his warm skiing against your had goosebumps rising on your skin- the feeling of his rough palms resting against yours had you looking over to see the tips of his ears turning bright red. The sound of Namjoons soft chuckle and a low rumbled growl coming from Hoseok's chest had you smiling softly at the two.

“Your hands are huge.” You whisper as you fingers play with his-it had the Alpha letting out a soft breath as Namjoon let out a loud laugh.

“You know what else is big-”

“Namjoon.”

“His dick.” You couldn't help the choked back laughter bubbling from your chest  as you heard Namjoons falling in tune with you.

“Namjoon!” Hoseok huffed his hand falling from your as he shook his finger at your face then to the Omega in the back. “Have you learned nothing?” Hoseok mumbled and then you heard him gasp, making you look to see his finger between Namjoons teeth as your daughter started to grow once more as you watched Hoseok take his hand away and shake it out. “I swear you’ll be punished when we get home.” Hoseok growled, making you giggle as his hand moved to lace back with yours. “He’s a little shit.”

“You’re an asshole with a big dick.” Namjoon sassed back making you spit out a laugh as Hoseoks gave your hand a tight squeeze making you stick your tongue out at him. “Anyway-I made sure she stayed in the  shorts for you hyung.” His words had Hoseok's chuckling awkwardly as you looked over to see a half shy smile as he cleared his throat.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“You and Yoongi are the same-”

“Namjoon.”

“No no let him finish.” You intervened as you looked behind you- Namjoons eyes locked with yours as a dimpled smile shining your way.

“They like your thighs-though Hoseoks honestly a boobs guy.”

“Can we stop?”

“You were perfectly happy with her and you teasing about choking me.” Namjoon bit back as you huffed out another laugh. “Also what do you like? Watching?” He asked-eyes moving to look right at you-your peeking up from the sunglasses as you shrug.

“I don't know what you’re walking about.” You paused as you took a deep breath in a face forward. “Plus you’re still in trouble.” Namjoon let out a gasp as Hoseoks started to giggle. “Hey Alpha- you're in just as much trouble too.”

“Well shit.” —-

Walking out of the elevator and into the apartment you took a deep breath, in-unknown scents crossed into your path making you freeze. Stumbling into Namjoons chest as you look over your shoulder at him as he smiles at you. Yet it drops as his arm wraps around your shoulders as his nose presses against your cheek.

“Yeah I know- two of the cleaners forgot scent blockers and now our house smells like a mix of them and cleaner.” He grumbled making you nod slowly, leaning back into his hands moving to his arm that had slid from one side of your neck to the other. The two of you waddle deeper into the apartment.

“Yeah I about lost it on that Alpha one-I swear she did it on fucking prepose.” Hoseok grumbled moving past the two of you sitting on the couch as he huffed as he looked at you. “We are never using them again-she was in the fucking heat room without a blocker. Fucking bitch.”

“Possessive much.” Namjoon grumbled behind you, smiling softly at you as your body pulled away and wandered to the freshly cleaned floor to ceiling windows-looking down at the city around and letting out a soft breath. “He isn’t here-he got called to an important meeting in Yokohama this morning-another reason why I wanted to facetime you this morning.” Namjoon shyly mumbled as you look back to see him sitting next to Hoseok their hands laced together as the Alpha stares off looking at the glass wall you were at. His brain spacing out had Namjoons eyes flicking from you to him as he snapped his fingers in his face.

“Sorry.” Hoseok mumbles blinking rapidly as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you. “Just trying to figure out how to go about this…wanna keep him in the loop but I don't want to stress him more than he already is.” His words had you rolling your eyes and letting out a soft sigh- of course he’s worried about Yoongi and not completely about you-secretly you were too the thought of one of them alone and stressing out about anything without comfort for you- yeah no it worried you. But you were upset with him.  “Also want to make sure we can fix this-like actually fix it so the way you’re feeling never happens again.” He pauses as he looks at Namjoon the Omega nodding as if to encourage the Alpha. “But I need to know exactly how you are feeling and why? Like I think I understand some of it but I'm an Alpha I can't-can’t piece it all together.” He mumbles as you take a deep breath, arms crossing over another-toes digging into your socks as you rolled up onto them and then back down.

“I feel..I feel used?” You mumble under your breath, your eyes closing for a second as you open them and look back to Hoseok. His eyes on you-a sudden twist of burning mixing with your cookie scent had him blinking as he nodded slowly. “I feel dirty. I mean..I haven’t been very intimate with a lot of people-like at all. I mean sure I’ve made out with a few Alphas and Betas during my life but I’ve never spent a heat with anyone before-not truly-and I’ve never done some of the things I did with Yoongi. I mean ever. So I feel dirty.” You paused as you took a deep breath in-Hoseok's minty scent turning bitter as Namjoon's fruity scent slightly went rotten. It had you stepping to the moving to sit on the floor in front of them. Namjoon's watery eyes had you reach out to touch his knee as he froze-a single tear running down his face as he moved to sit on the floor next to you. “I know it’s not your fault- I mean the two of you- you didn't know but I feel as if I’ve lost a bit of trust with him now..like he didn’t even shoot me a text about seeing if it was okay to talk about what happened between us, you know?” You paused as you felt Namjoons arms wrap around your waist pulling you into his side. “Like I was some erotic story to get off too or something. Like the fact my privacy wasn’t even worth checking in for him just really hurt and made me feel dirty that he told you the way he did.”

“So do you want to keep stuff between one on one more private?” Hoseok asked-head tilting as you nodded. “So what went on between me, you and Namjoon you’d prefer to keep it between the three of us?”

“For now? I mean again I'm not used to being intimate with people-it's all new to me.” You mumbled as Hoseok slid off the couch spread in his legs and stretched them out as he nodded-hands reaching out for you as you looked over to Namjoon. He nodded as he slipped away from your side as you moved to shuffle in front of Hoseoks.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for even asking him if something happened between the two of you.” Hoseok pauses as his hands rest on your shoulders sliding up to your neck as your hands press against his wrist. “I’m sorry that you feel so used…I understand now why and how you would feel that way. I mean if I have never been sexually intimate with someone before and they went off and said something I’d be upset to.” he paused as you nodded the feel of his thumb running across your jaw had you leaning into his touch. “I guess I was just excited to see if..if I could be more intimate with you..if you felt comfortable enough to start trying with us..with Alphas. It was selfish.” His words had you reaching forward brushing his hair behind his ear as he leaned into your hand. His scent slowly became more and more cold in a way-as the bitterness left. It became almost sweet as you leaned close to him, his hand slipping from your neck down as your nose brushed his. You felt the way his breath left him as you pressed a kiss to his lips. Pulling back as soon as he pushed forward a small whine passing his lips as you sigh your hand moving through his hair as his eyes open as he looks at you.

“It’s okay- I'm glad you can see my point of view.” You whispered as he nodded softly, his hands dropping on your waist as he tugged you closer to him, your knees pressing to his inner thighs as he lifted you slightly making you tilted your head.

“Lift your knee.” His words made you gulp as you did just that his leg suddenly sliding under you as his lips pressed against the crown of your head. His hands pushed you down, the feeling of his thigh against your core had your eyes widening as you looked up at him. His eyes already on you as his lips curl into a smirk. “So though I know that we might not have a complete solution..” he pauses as his eyes slide behind you as the Namjoons scent curls around the room as you feel heat against your back. Namjoon's hand. It had your face heating up-and though Hoseok was pressing you down you were trying to not put your full weight on his single muscle. He could tell. His eyebrows scrunching together as he lifted his leg the rest of the way making you whimper. “I can do this right baby?”

“Do-do what exactly.”

“Alpha wants you to ride his thigh.” Namjoons words had your lips parting as an airy gaspe fell past them.   The feeling of Namjoon's hand pressing into your stomach-Hoseok's resting on your waist had you whining. The hazy feeling of a drop consuming you slowly as you look at Hoseok. Look at Alpha.

“Wh-what?” You mumble making Hoseok's chuckle softly, his head leaning forward as his nose runs against yours- his lips pressing against yours as you feel Namjoons nose running up your neck.

“You ride his thigh- it feels so good pup.” Namjoon whispers, making you dazily pull away from Hoseok's lips looking over your shoulder as Hoseoks suddenly pull you forward, making you gasp. The feeling of your clit dragging across his sweats- your thin shorts dragging into your sensitive skin-it had slick pooling and you swear you felt it run down on him at the very moment. “See?”

“Fuck.” Hoseok whispers as you lean your forehead against his shoulder. “Can I move you again?” He asked, making you nod against his skin as he grunted at you. “Words,pup.”

“Yes-yes.” You whined making him chuckle as Namjoon's hand tightens around your waist as  you were suddenly moved back then forward again. The feeling had you shuttering as your hands moved to wrap around Hoseok's neck. The was his minty scent wraps around you and mixes with Namjoons fruity scents-it was claiming yet arousing at the same time. You were growing stickier by the second and with each movement forward or back you felt an unexplainable heat building at the bottom of your gut.

“Fuck Alpha do you smell that.” Namjoon whispered into your neck- the feeling of something hard brushing your back side with each jut of your hip had you whining again as you felt teeth nipping against your skin. Fingers pulling at your shirt as you feel Hoseok's thigh tense- flexing under you as you whimper.

“Yeah I do baby boy- you shoulder see the slick patch she’s leaving on my thigh-fuck.” Hoseok's words had you leaning forward kissing softly at the skin of his neck, his hands gripping your hips. Stopping your movement makes both you and Namjoon whine. “Fuck doll, look at the mess you’re making.” His words had you pulling back looking below you seeing a large wet patch as he chuckled softly at your embarrassed reaction as you felt Namjoon jut forward against you making you lean back against him arms dropping from Hoseoks as you pant at the Alpha.

“Why’d you stop?” You mumble out making him chuckle as he suddenly moves your forwards again as you let out a soft cry of surprise.

“So you’d want more.” His teasing words had you whimpering as you felt Namjoon's hand slide upward- hand suddenly wrapped around your breast-squeezing making you let out a drawn out moan. Your breathing turns from shallow breaths into panting as you feel his lips press into yours. “Fuck you two.” Hoseok's words had your eyes peeking open as your lips kept moving with Namjoons. A sting of saliva string between the two of you as you pull apart his lips moving to your cheeks then down to your jaw. Suddenly biting down against the skin. A loud whine past your lips- that was gonna leave a mark for a day or two- yet you felt the way his breath got caught in his throat as your hand moved behind you. Squeezing at his thigh as your hips naturally jut forward, sliding against Hoseok's thigh as your hand slid from Namjoons thigh to his front.

“Pup.” Namjoon whined, his lips still pressed against your skin though he nipped at your once again as you hand pressed against something thick and hard- he twitched against your hand juts forward into your hand. His sweet smelling slick-one you had a semi-familiarity too wrapped around you making your mind go almost blank. Hoseok suddenly leaned forward, his hand sliding under your shirt as you froze slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. The easy his rough hands felt against your skin-how warm they were and how your skin felt as if it was vibrating. Your eyes fully open as they suddenly cup under your bra making Namjoon's hand drop down against your hips as he moves once against your hand. Your moan makes the two males around you grunting in response as you feel Hoseok's thumb run over your sensitive hard nipples. Making you whine as your hand squeezed around Namjoon, your own hips jutting forward as you felt you slick dripping even more. Pooling around onto Hoseok's thigh even more.

“Your tits are fucking perfect.” Hoseoks mumbled as you heard Namjoon partially purr in responses as you felt his cock drag in the palm of your hand as he moved. “Fuck baby. Im so fucking hard right now.”

“Same here Alpha-her hand is so nice. Fucking perfect.” Namjoon breathes behind you as he pants-his head burring into your neck. “Your fucking perfect. Omega perfect.” Namjoon pantsed into your skin- his fingers squeezing your hips into his hands as your moan.

“Yeah she is perfect. Fuck can I take your shirt off?” Hoseoks mumbled his eyes meeting yours as you moved forward, your arms wrapping around his neck as your nose pressed against his. Namjoons whining behind you at the loss of your touch as you look down at Hoseok.

“I can trust you.” You remind yourself- his head nodding as one of his hands falls out from under your shirt-moving to cup your cheek as he moves and presses a deep kiss against your lips.

“Always, you can always trust me. You can always trust us. I promise.”

“You..you aren’t-fuck small.” You mumbled-eyebrows scrunched together- your mind going faster than you could process.  Hoseoks chuckled against your lips as Namjoons pressed himself against your back- as you took a deep breath in. Trying to put your thoughts together. “You won’t leave?” You mumbled head tilting eyes closing then opening as you looked at the Alpha in front of you. His eyes turned from one of arousement to worry.

“Leave you?” Hoseok's words had you nodding, suddenly your back was cold as Namjoon slid to sit neck to the Alpha. His own face was full of worry- yet neither one couldn’t full hide their arousement- but they were putting you first.

“Big?” you mumble out looking between the two as they look at each other-nodding together as Hoseok moves your to press completely against him.

“You aren’t too big, you're perfect for us. I love how soft you are against my hands.”

“Yeah- you have no idea how perfect you feel against our skin- I want to feel every part of you- Need to touch every part of you.” Namjoon added- quickly and slurred- fighting a drop himself as you let out a small squeak at their words.

“Not all the way?” You asked- making the two of them nod as Hoseok's hands moved to your jaw-his thumb brushing your lip as your eyes stayed on him.

“No-not all the way but I’m gonna make you cum so hard your legs will be shaking and you won’t ever think of another Alpha-besides Yoongi- again.” his words had you letting out a small whimper as you felt his hand slightly squeeze your cheeks. “Now before I do that- how about you and Joon go up stairs-make a little nest?” His words had you nodding as suddenly Namjoon stood up. His hand reached out to pull you up  off of the Alphas thigh-the large dark spot had you blushing- and the way you slightly wobbled had it grown deeper as the Alpha chuckled. “God I could just pull you right onto my face right now baby.” His words had you yelping as he teasingly grabbed the back of your thighs. Move his face right the the tops of your thighs-licking at the skin where some of you slick had built up at. It had him moaning as his eyes shut- a growl almost rumbling up from his chest as you whimpered. Namjoons keep you upright. “Fucking sweet.” He whispers against your skin as he suddenly presses against the couch. “Fuck- fuck.” He breathes, making Namjoon laugh as you whimper.

“We should go before he actually has you sit on his face.” His words had you look over then back down to Hoseoks. Debating actually doing it or not- yet you were scared you’d hurt him- and you honestly had never had anyone down there so even that freaked you out slightly. Yet Namjoon distracted you as he pressed his hard against your hip. “Come onnnn.” He whined making Hoseok laugh as you step over his thigh as Namjoon leads you up the stairs.

“Dont fucking touch her till I get up there- but pup?” His words were directed at Namjoon then you- the tone changing just as fast as your eyes met Hoseoks. “Do whatever you want to our boy.” His words have Namjoon whining as you chuckled teasingly at the Omega next to you- The two of you suddenly racing up the stairs as you both almost trip at the top step making Namjoon giggle as you shake your head at him when he kept pulling you to the master bedroom.

Suddenly you were tossed onto the large bed making your breath leave your lung as the Omega landed on top of you. His hand reaching down to one of your thighs brings the leg up to wrap around his waist as he rocked into you. Making you moan at the feeling- your soaked shorts and underwear doing absolutely nothing to black the feeling of his cock.  His lips mashing into your as his elbows land on either side of your head. Hands splayed against the pillows as your wrap around his neck pulled at his hair as he moaned against your lips. The feeling of his hair between your fingers had you moaning as you pulled, making him whine as he slightly pulled away as he kept rocking into you.

“Need you so much.”

“Alpha said-” You started to mumble making the omega above you growl as you whimpered under him.

“I dont care what Alpha said- I need you.” He growled then tapered off to a whine as you met your hips up to his, suddenly he was completely melting against you, one of his hands moving down to your breast as he looked at you. Pleading eyes- you cautiously nod making him smile as if he was a pup opening presents on Christmas. He gave you a quick kiss- pushing himself up as he moved and took his the black hoodie off then he pulled you up, his bare chest on full display as you just about drooled at the sight. He was board-you knew that-but you had no idea the amount of muscle he truly had on him. His pecs were defined as so were his abs but what caught your attention the most was the defined v-lin and happy trail. It had your reaching forward fingers tracing every muscle making his breath shutter as you looked up at him. “Please.” He whined-the feeling of his hands tracing the hem of your shirt had you smirking slightly at him. The feeling of his finger fiddling with the thin fabric had something stir in your gut as you suddenly found the confidence and strength to flip him onto his back, your body moving to straddle him. He let out a moan as your very soaked shorts pressed against his bare abdomen as he looked at you. “Fuck yes.” He whimpered as he watched your arms cross hands grabbing the bottom of your shirt as you let out a deep breath in. His eyes watching you as you lift the fabric up-pull it off of you as you tossed the shirt onto the bed beside you. Your plain black bra is on display as you watch his tongue slide against his plush swollen pink lips as his eyes scan down your body. You freeze-your own eyes looking down to see you plush belly-stretch marks and all on display making your arms move to wrap around yourself yet his hands stopped you- making your eyes snap back to him. His body moved forward and moving to your sides- feeling your skin against his for the first time. It had his breath picking up as you had now slid right on top of his cock as he looked at your eyes. “Fucking perfect.” His words had you whole body heating up as you whined slightly at him- his eyes brightening up as his lip once again pushed against yours. The two of you move together without a second thought as his lips suddenly part, making you hesitantly move your tongue- meeting his own, making your smile slightly against his lips. Running along with your bold streak you suddenly move your hips against his, making him let out a surprised moan against you.

“Good?” You whisper as you feel his hands squeeze against your hips- you kept moving and with each move a breath left him. He nodded- as if that was the only thing he could do as you hum, one hand sliding against his bare chest as the other slid up his arm to his shoulder. A light bulb going off in your head as you remember what had happened downstairs on the couch almost two weeks ago. Your hand slid from his shoulder towards his neck and suddenly your palm was at the front of his neck fingers wrap around the side making his mouth fall open as he let out the loudest moan as you chuckle down at him. Your hips kept moving as he pretty much became limp at the way you moved.

“Fuck.” You hear making you stop as you look over your shoulder to see a Hoseok- his sweats and tank top gone only black briefs as it about had you melting on the spot. If you thought Namjoons muscles were defined, then Hoseok was a level above that. He was much more muscular than he looked. He chuckled at the look on your face as your eyes moved from his chest down his v-line much deeper than Namjoons and his cock was clearly much larger than Namjoons.. Though a given from their sub-genders- it was still a shock at the just how big it looked behind a pair of briefs. It made you imagine how big it really looked without briefs and it had you drooling as Namjoon suddenly thrust upwards making your body jump as his face laned between your breasts. Groaning as you felt the way his tongue moved along the skin between them as his lips suddenly sucked at the exposed side.

Your bra suddenly tugged down- the feeling of your breast toppling out had you looking down at the Omega. One of his hands wrapping around one  massaging with every thrust of his hips-while his lips wrapped around your nipple. It was a strange feeling- it had your eyes closing as your breaths turned shallow with every movement of his mouth and hand. His thumb flick at your nipple as his teeth slid around the other- it had your spine shivering as you moaned at the way he sucked and squeezed against you.

“Baby boy what did I say?” Hoseoks growled- the feeling of his body crawling onto the bed as he looked at you and suddenly weaved his fingers into his hair- yanking his hair making him detached form you nipple in one swift quick move as you moaned out slightly in pain.

“Need her.” Namjoon whined as Hoseok growled in respouns- his lips suddenly pressing against Namjoons- you watched as his tongue was practically shoved down the Omegas throat as he pulled back and spat into Namjoons mouth making the man below you groan. “Alpha.” Namjoon whined as you chuckled as Hoseok suddenly grabbed your hips moving you to lay next to the Omega. Hoseok's hand moving around you-uncliping your bra and throwing it behind him- his lips pressing against your and the trailing down your neck the you chest his lips pressing into the flesh of you boobs as his fingers twist underneath your shorts making you lift up and suddenly you were bare in front of both of them his eyes widening as his hands moved and rubbed up you closed thighs. His tongue sliding between his lips as Namjoon whined.

“Alpha please.”

“No You didnt listen you get to fucking watch- and touch yourself. It's no longer gonna be about the two of you-just her.” Hoseok's words were a growl-demanding and it had your slick dripping out of you-rubbing your thighs together as his hand suddenly pulled them apart making you gasp at the cold air. His eyes are about just when the scent of you fills the air-thick. “Gonna eat you up.” He whispers, making you whimper as you hear Namjoon moaning-looking over as Hoseoks kisses up your thighs you see Namjoon's hand in his shorts, moving up and down with his eyes on the two of you. “Eyes on me.” Hoseok growls teeth nipping at your thighs making your gasped legs twitch away from his teeth making his warm breath fan against you. It had you look down though your stomach made it harder to see him as he chuckled softly. You were becoming insecure more and more by the minute yet every thought went away the moment his tongue slid between your lips. The feeling had you gasping, eyes closing as you reached down and grabbed his hair. It had him groaning into your- the vibrations sending a chill up your core. The feeling of his soft tongue against your about drove you insane at unfamiliar feelings- yet you knew it would be the most addicting thing in the world. You could feel every single ridge of his tongue as he moved it up and down-the tips catching your opening with each lick which had your hip jolting up each time.

Slick was practically spilling out of you- panting, growing as your hand pulled at his hair the other reaching out to Namjoon as he moans matched up with your breaths.  And then suddenly the slurping started- it had you whining as you squeezed Namjoons arm. The sound of the way his hand was moving up and down on his cock had your eyes lazily opening as you saw the twist of pure ecstasy as his eyes were on the way your body moved with Hoseok movements. The feeling of Hoseok's hands squeezing your thighs had you whining as you lifted yourself on your elbows to see his face the best you could over your stomach. His hair was a tousled mess from you pulling- his eyes were closed and he pulled away suddenly, eyes opening up slightly to look at your pussy watching as a fresh batch of slick slipped out of you. It had him moaning as he launched himself back into your, his tongue slipping into your hole hooking upwards making you almost sob at the feeling building in your core.

“Alpha.” You cried out at the feeling of his tongue slipping in and out and each time the way it hooked upwards then down had  you dropping back down onto the bed- your body jiggling on impact and suddenly Namjoon was letting out the loudest moan of the night making Hoseok and you pause looking over at the Omega. His jaw dropped-eyes on your now rolled on his side as one had was fist his cock. Shorts pulled halfway down and the other hand was reaching behind him, it had both you and Hoseok growling though Hoseok unlike you truly was focused on you cause suddenly his tongue was skiing right back into your. Nose brushing your clit with each movement making you and Namjoon moan at the sight.

“Alpha-please please please.” Namjoon begged out as his hips moved back and forth-cock sliding into his hand and you assumed back onto his fingers. Your eyes land on his cock-seeing his thick hard and much darker cock between his hands had your drooling. He was thick and semi-long, you knew he was both thicker and longer than most Omega males his tip was a bright pink and per-cum was dribbling out of it. Though your eyes close quickly as a cry passes your lip when out of nowhere Hoseok's lips wrap around your clit and sucks.

The feeling was surprising-and it brought a heat up your core to a tight spot at the base of your cunt. You were moaning non-stop- Namjoon doing the same as you felt a burning sensation then a snap as you thigh slammed closed around his head hair tugging him closer as you felt tears build at the corners of your eyes. As you slowly came down you loosened your grip around his head as he pulled away moving up your body as his lips pushed against your- the feeling of something wet and sticky against your thigh had you looking down to see a darker spot on his briefs as he looked where your eyes casted down too. An awkward chuckle passes his lips as you feel Namjoon roll over next to your side as his chin hooks onto your shoulder.

“He came.” Namjoon whispered as you giggled softly at the sticky mess the three of you were in-and honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I forgot about the 1k prompts. I will love you forever (not that I do not already) if you would write something sweet about neurodivergent Ed and Stede caring for each other in that special sweet disabled4disabled way <3 also as usual I love your writing so so so much whether it’s actual fics or just the thoughts you have to share on here :)

yes!!! whohooo! love this prompt with all my heart!

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“Alright, love, you’ve got your bag?”

“Right here!” Ed took a moment to stretch as they stepped out of the car, swinging his travel backpack up onto his shoulder.

They were across the country on business, and they’d been looking forward to the vacation days they’d get on this trip for months. They’d been to all the aquariums within a few hours’ drive of home - hell, they had annual passes to three of them - so the chance to get to visit a new one was a rare thrill.

“Alright, you’ve got your knee brace…” Stede tilted his head to make sure he could spot the brace poking out under Ed’s shorts, and Ed lifted his leg to make sure he could see it was on and fastened appropriately.

“You’ve got your headphones.” Ed reached out to straighten Stede’s shirt collar, but he just wasn’t able to resist how cute Stede looked, slightly sunburned and with his sunglasses resting adorably on top of his head, and he hauled him in by the shirt for a kiss. “And I’ve got a pack of disposable earplugs if you need ‘em.”

“I shouldn’t, I did call to make sure they’re sensory -friendly,” Stede said brightly, automatically reaching up to make sure he could still feel the noise- canceling headphones around his neck anyway. “Did you put everything in the bag?”

Ed knew Stede wasn’t nagging, he was just making sure - he’d had so many travel nightmares with Mary and the kids thanks to things getting left behind accidentally. He pulled his bag off his shoulder, resting it on the hood of their car so he could reassure both of them they had everything they needed.

“Got water and snacks…” They always carried a few snacks when they went anywhere like this. Ed could get grumpy and irritable when he was hungry, and even calling ahead didn’t always mean they could be sure there would be reliable Kosher options for him. Stede, too, was prone to not noticing he was getting hungry until he already felt like shit, so the trail mix was a lifesaver. “My foldable cane, your earplugs. We’re set!”

“Perfect,” Stede said, taking Ed’s hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before they headed across the parking lot.

When reading up on this aquarium, they’d read that it wasn’t usually crowded on weekdays (perfect for Stede), but it was big and had a lot of walking, so Stede had bought their tickets online so they could skip standing in line. Ed wasn’t always the best at realizing when his knee pain was getting bad enough he should use the cane, so he knew to expect Stede’s check- ins.

The aquarium was a bit smaller than some of their favorites back home, but being able to see so many animals they’d never seen before made up for it. Stede grabbed a map for them at the information desk, circling the areas the employee had pointed out to them where there were places for Ed to sit or quiet corners if either of them felt overstimulated.

It felt, sometimes, like Ed would never stop falling in love. As they went through the aquarium, reading the informational signs next to the exhibits out to each other and trading cool facts back and forth, he felt like Stede’s joy and enthusiasm was lighting up the whole world.

Ed’s favorite aquarium animals were the sharks. Stede adored the stingray touch pools, but he never got mad when Ed didn’t actually want to put his hands in the water. They got lots of pictures, Ed made Stede laugh by imitating a little penguin waddle in front of the penguin exhibit, and Ed was nearly bouncing with excitement as they got closer to one of the last exhibits at the aquarium: the sea lions. 

Things went a bit south near the end of the aquarium, though.

They’d specifically visited on a weekday morning to skip the crowds, just because crowded aquariums could feel so claustrophobic and that really freaked Stede out. But they caught up with a huge crowd of kids there on a field trip, and Stede ordinarily liked kids, but it was a very slow-moving, loud group, and Ed could practically feel Stede getting more anxious and stressed by the second.

“I’ll be alright in just a moment,” Stede promised him, taking the water bottle Ed passed him after Ed guided him back towards one of the quiet spots marked on their map.

Ed looked back over his shoulder. Not the kids’ fault they were excited, but he could hear the crowd from here. “Wanna call it a day?”

Stede frowned down at his water bottle. “But the sea lions! Want to go without me?”

Truthfully, Ed was a teeny bit disappointed about missing the sea lions. But he could see videos of sea lions any time. He only had one of his Stede, and he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it worrying about Stede feeling anxious and upset back here without him.

“Nah,” he said, taking Stede’s elbow, starting them towards the exit. “You know, I saw a few food trucks outside.”

“That sounds perfect for lunch!” Stede hooked his elbow through Ed’s. “I’m really sorry, love.”

Ed leaned over for a quick kiss. “Don’t you dare apologize to me, babe. I’ll steal your desert.”

Stede snorted. “You will anyway.”

Yeah. Ed absolutely would. He knew that just as surely as he knew Stede would need to go back to the hotel to decompress after lunch, and he’d be able to get Stede to give him a foot massage, and they’d need to take an hour to just hang out and let their brains take a break, Stede playing on his phone and Ed reading his book. Just as surely as he knew they’d be taking care of each other for the rest of their lives, just as he knew either of them would ever have to worry about hiding hurt or discomfort ever again.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

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~ Art Project ~

Simon petrikov x gn!reader

Brief Bummary - you are working on a stressful art project but can't focus... your mind wonders on your crush that you think will never reciprocate your feelings.

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You sat down in front of your desk, and you put some headphones on so you could focus more. You opened your sketch book, you had a big project ahead of you, and you had a spot at an art museum on the human island. The deadline was in a month, but you felt like you had no time to complete it.

You picked up a pencil thinking about what you were going to make.

Would it be sculptural? Would it be on canvas or paper?

You started to chew on your pencil, as you thought. You sighed and started to sketch without a real plan. You found your brain wondering away from your project and onto a friend of yours. You smiled at the paper and sketched out Simon's face. You felt your cheeks get hot as you sketched.

You shook your head and quickly turned the page

"Focus.. Focus!"

You said as you put your hands on the sides of your head, trying to make yourself think of the project instead. You touched your pencil to the paper. You couldn't focus that much, so you decided to just draw without putting much thought or purpose into the lines you created.

You found yourself thinking about how you liked simon. you could never tell him your feelings. If you did, it would ruin a good friendship.

You sighed slightly as you drew, you wrote down the emotions you wanted to show in this piece when it was finished, you wrote the words 'longing' 'sadness' 'loneliness' and a few other words. You wanted this piece to be personal. You wanted to throw your emotions on the paper, to be rid of them.

you started to actually look at the page. It was a bit abstract, but you felt good about it. You felt a sense of release and a burst of motivation.

"That's it.."

You quickly got excited, flapping your hands around. You felt excited to start the project for the first time.

Simon walked into your house and looked at you. He smiled and saw how excited you looked.

"I brought you lunch.."

He said as he lifted the bag in his hand. You didn't hear him because of the headphones. Simon smiled and put the food on the table

He brought the food because he knew about your project, and he was a bit worried that you would be too focused on it to take care of yourself.

He sighed slightly. He didn't really want to interrupt. He sat on the couch. He brought a book just in case you were too sucked into your project. He looked at you before he started to read.

You looked focused as you were digging in a drawer at your desk. It was full of random sizes of paper. You pulled out your biggest piece and set it on the desk. You grabbed the sketch book and sat it somewhere you could see it and where it was out of the way. You sat down and grabbed a pencil, lightly sketching out what you drew in your sketchbook, slightly changing the design as you went. when you were done, you sighed, the motivation left as quickly as it came, and you put your head in your hands, leaning over your paper.

"Hate art block.."

Simon looked over at you. He could see you were struggling. He got up and walked behind you, placing a hand on your sholder to comfort you. He forgot that you didn't know he was here.

You quickly got up, turning around, punching him in the chest. He griped his chest and leaned forward.

"Oh! Glob! Simon? I'm so sorry!"

You said, taking out your headphones, and he coughed a bit.

"No.. I deserve that.. I should have tried harder to tell you I was here.."

You helped him on the couch. You felt embarrassed that you hit him.

"I'm so sorry.. Are you ok? I'm sorry.."

You said, slightly freaking out. He nodded and looked at you.

"I'm fine.. now I know I don't have to worry if someone breaks in here.."

He chuckled slightly at his own joke.

"Ow.."

He mumbled. Your face was flushed with embarrassment. You didn't know what to do except apologize. He looked over at you and put a hand on your sholder.

"I'm fine, really.."

He said with a smile, it made you feel a little better, but you still felt guilty. He looked over at your desk.

"Have you made any good progress on your project?"

You shrugged a bit and looked over at your desk.

"Not any good progress.. but I have started"

You smiled nervously, thinking about the time constraint.

"Can I look?"

Simon looked back at you, and you nodded. You got up and walked to your desk, Simon followed. He looked at the paper on your desk, and he looked at what you did. He stared at it a bit before looking back at you.

"So.. uh, it's a bit hard to make out, but uh.."

You ruffled your hair a bit and grabbed your sketch book.

"It's easier to see here..."

You were slightly embarrassed to show him something so unfinished, you sighed. Simon took your sketchbook. Your idea was much easier to see on the sketchbook. He read the words on the page and looked at you. His eyes softened when he looked at you.

Is this what you were feeling? Sad and alone?

You looked at his face. You were confused at his expression. It made you worry.

"What?"

You said as you put a finger on the sketchbook, looking at it closely.

"Is it bad or something?! Should I do something else?"

You looked slightly worried, simon shook his head

"No... No, it's great"

Simon said, smiling a bit. You doubted yourself a little. He handed the sketchbook back. You stared at your sketchbook, and you furrowed your brow. You started to overthink the project. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your head

"It's a wonderful idea, it's just"

He looked at your sketchbook in your hands. He pointed to the words you wrote

"This worried me a little.. sorry"

You smiled at him, sighing a bit out of relief. You've stressed yourself out so much about the project that you worried about every little thing. You set your sketchbook down on your desk, and you sat back down on the couch. You were trying to calm yourself down after winding yourself up so much.

Simon looked over at you then back at your sketchbook. You looked up at him. You could tell he wanted to look at your sketchbook.

"You can look through it if you want.. I don't mind"

He nodded and grabbed your sketchbook. He sat down next to you and looked closely at the pages.

"These look really good!"

You looked away from embarrassment.

"It's not that good they're just sketches.."

You sighed. You felt your cheeks get slightly hot with embarrassment. When you looked back at him, he was looking at the page where you drew him. Your face turned completely red when you saw him looking at it.

"Ignore that!"

You said as you quickly flipped the page, your cheeks were burning. He looked at you and flipped the page back.

"Is this me..?when did you do this?"

"Um.... e-earlier today."

You said, looking away. You scratched the back of your neck. You were really embarrassed. He looked up at you, he had a sweet smile on his face, and he closed the sketchbook, handing it to you.

"No wonder you got a spot in the art museum.."

"Oh.. thank you.."

You said awkwardly, still not looking at him. He leaned over, trying to see your face.

"What's wrong?"

Your body stiffened slightly, and you got up suddenly. He was too close to you.

"N-Nothing!"

You said as you put your sketchbook on the table in front of you. You looked over at the table, seeing the bag.

"What's that?"

You said, changing the subject, he looked over at the bag.

"Oh.. I brought you lunch.. I thought you'd be too busy with your project to cook so.."

He looked back at you, he studied your face, he didn't notice how red it was before, he started to realize something.

What if you liked him?

he blushed slightly at that thought. You walked over to the bag and looked inside, you could hear your stomach growl, you realized that you haven't ate anything at all that day, you pulled out two containers, they were slightly cold, looking inside them, it was one of your favorite meals, you looked back at him.

"How.. did you remember? I think I only mentioned this like ...once I think"

"Oh.. I just have a good memory.."

Simon looked over at you, his face slightly pink. You nodded, not really noticing him blushing. You were awful at picking up hints, especially if you liked the person.

"Do you want yours heated up?"

You said as you lifted up one. He nodded, and you put them both in the microwave. You grabbed some utensils, and when the microwave beeped, you took them out

"Hot..."

You mumbled as you let go of them quickly. You grabbed them with your shirt covering your hands. He looked over at you, and he blushed more as he saw your midriff. You sat down next to simon and sat the food down on a table in front of you.

You opened up your food and quickly took a bite, burning your mouth slightly. The food was amazing.

"Where did you get this this.. like it's so good.."

You said after swallowing the food in your mouth.

"Oh, I made it"

Simon said as he began to eat. You looked at him, you were surprised.

"This is like the best food I've ever had"

You continued to eat. Simon smiled at your compliment.

"I wouldn't say it's that good.. it was better when I first made it.."

He said before taking a bite. You smiled as you ate, he looked at you, he liked that you enjoyed his cooking.

You both ate in silence for a bit. You were too focused on the food to talk. Simon glanced at your desk.

"Uh.. what's your project about.. like what made you come up with the idea?"

He broke the silence, you started to blush again and choked on your food a bit. You looked down at your food, and you sighed slightly. You tried to choose your words carefully, this piece was important and you wanted to make sure it was explained properly.

"Well, it's about wanting someone you can't have.. The...The struggle of liking someone you know doesn't reciprocate your feelings.. and the loneliness you feel.."

You continued to stare at your food. You were embarrassed to tell him.. it was like an indirect confession.

Simon moved closer to you, your sholders touched his, your face burned, he was too close, again.

"Do.. do you want to talk about it?"

Simon said, putting a comforting hand on your back. It made you blush even more, you grabbed at your chest, you could feel your heart pounding, it was so loud that you thought that simon could hear. You felt scared to tell him, but you felt like you should.

You sat your food on the table. It was almost all gone.

"Well.. um, d-don't laugh.."

You said, messing with your hands nervously.

"I wouldn't! I promise.."

He smiled at you, you let out a long sigh, it was hard put your feelings into words without just yelling that you loved him, you didn't wanna be that obvious.

"Well.. I.. uh, I like one of my close friends.. They're super sweet! They remember small details about me that sometimes even I forget.. I just.. I wanna scream in their face and tell them how much I love them"

You said your face was bright red, you had a goofy lovestricken smile, and then it quickly changed when you continued.

"But.. Y- They're dealing with their own stuff.. and I don't think they feel the same.. like at all.. it hurts.. I like them so much.."

You put your head in your hands, Simon pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sure they'll understand if you tell them.. "

Simon felt a little sad when you told him you liked someone, but he wanted to be there for you.

"I.. kinda did already.."

You said, looking up at Simon. There were tears forming in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed after saying that. He was completely oblivious.

"What did they say?"

Simon tilted his head, and you started to chuckle a bit.

"Simon, you dork!"

You said slightly nudging him a bit, he realized, his face turned bright red.

"T-The person is me?!"

He asked to make sure, you nodded and looked away. You waited for his response. You prepared yourself for him to say something like, 'Sorry, i don't feel that way' or something.

"I...I"

Simon stuttered, he was trying to choose his words carefully.

"I.. I might not be fully over Betty.. but.. I would like to try.. with you... I like you too Y/N"

He said, putting his head on your sholder. You started to sob, you felt so happy. He looked at your face

"Did I say something wrong? Are you ok?!"

He said, putting a hand on your cheek.

"These are happy tears. It's just.. a little overwhelming.. this has bothered me for a while and.."

You wiped your face, smiling like an idiot. Simon put his arms around you. Simon smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

#simon x reader #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #writing #fanfic #beginner writer #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake

[siriusleee]

hold on tighter

Rodolfo Para x f!reader For @glitterypirateduck's Fall4Rudy challenge. Prompt: I'd hold on to something if I were you A/N: I got started a day late to the party, so I'm trying to keep everything rolling. Make sure you check out everyone's submissions for Fall4Rudy here. To see others in this series, you can find them at my masterlist here. If you like what I write, consider donating to my ko-fi. It helps keep me from starving on these teacher wages. Edit: I totally forgot to say it, but the 'Troopers can speak Arabic' line is weirdly true. I went to Sam Houston in Texas, where a ton of law enforcement goes to college. And a weird amount of guys going to be state troopers take Arabic (or they did when I went to college there) because they want to work in intelligence, but end up staying at the state level..

The throbbing in your head intensifies with each bump of the ATV beneath you. Four weeks spent tracking a drug smuggling ring with ties to AQ and all you have to show for it is a set of stitches on your hairline and a blossoming bruise on your tailbone from the metal rack you’ve been forced to sit on. You know Rudy’s done his best to avoid the largest ruts in the ground, but it still doesn’t lessen the pounding in your head.

“Why couldn’t I have gotten my own ride?” You grumble behind Rudy, trying to ignore the way you’re forced to be pressed up against him. You’d refused to wrap your hands around his waist, instead opting to keep a death grip on the back rack. 

“More vehicles means more chance of us being spotted,” Rudy explains over the roar of the engine. “Besides, I’ve experienced your driving. You nearly flipped the truck.”

“I did not! And I grew up here Rodolfo - driving ATVs all over the place thank you. And I’ll have you know I only flipped them twice.”

Rudy’s barking laugh nearly drowns out the ATV. You should be thankful they even let you come anyway. There was a good chance they’d need someone to translate if there were any AQ members, but they could have chosen anyone else from the CIA team stationed in Texas to accompany them today. Hell, half the State Troopers Texas had sent to help knew the basics of Arabic somehow. They would have been enough until anyone could be reprimanded into custody.

But Rudy had been outside your hotel room bright and early, a heavy SUV waiting in the parking lot, with a heavy request to get dressed quickly.

The terrain stretches out in front of you two - in the distance you can make out the other ATVs. Mexican intelligence had found a tunnel ending in Texas that had seemed promising to your team's joint investigation - today was the perfect day to investigate. The plan was simple: pose as a group of geologists come to study the natural rock formations, and blow a section of the tunnel, crippling movement back and forth.

But the ache in your head, and the feeling of sleeping on a shitty hotel mattress is ringing in your bones, and a thick feeling of something wrong is rolling around inside of you. You don’t want to voice your worries to anyone, to jinx the operation; you wonder though, if Rudy can feel your apprehension when he taps the brakes enough to slide you forward so that you're forced to wrap one hand around his waist, the other bracing beside you.

“I’d hold on tighter, señorita; it gets rough ahead.”

You swallow the heat that grows in your chest at the feeling of his voice rumbling through you, the hand around his waist wrapping around the leather belt. 

#my fics #fall4rudy #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod rudy #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy cod #rudy x reader #cod rodolfo #rodolfo x reader

[adorewo0]

SUMMARY : You are gifted barricade tickets to a Seventeen concert by your best friend. Woozi ends up taking your phone leading you down a slightly hectic and confusing love story with someone you never thought you would meet.

PAIRING : Ruby(?) Woozi x reader

GENRE : Fluff, delulu, idol au/smau(?)

FEATURING : All of Seventeen

WARNINGS : None :)

NOTES : This is my first story, so any feedback on things I need to improve on would be helpful. Also some parts will be set up like a smau. It’s all based on what I’m feeling in the moment/what I think is visually appealing. THIS IS PURE FICTION AND NOT RELATED TO THE IDOLS IRL!

Thank you <3

Chapter I

I stare at the long line of bodies ahead of us in agony but also excitement.

“We should’ve come earlier,” Kya complains.

“I know but I didn’t want to camp. That’s too much,” I responded, cringing at the thought.

“Whatever we’re already here,” she says, agreeing with me. “Hold our spot for me I’m gonna go look at the merch.” I give her a quick nod and she heads towards the shorter line. In the meantime, I look at my phone scrolling through my Instagram feed. Okayy Hoshiii. The line continues to move forward at a slow but steady pace. I look around for Kya hoping she’s coming back soon because she doesn’t have her ticket with her. The line gets a little bit quicker and just as I am about to message her, she is standing right next to me huffing and puffing.

“You okay?” I ask laughing.

“Bro that line was no joke, I barely got out in time.”

“I know, I was starting to get worried,” I replied seriously. We go through security, check-in and then head to our barricade spots. We stand there for a little bit before the stadium goes dark and the concert begins.

The concert is nearing the end and ‘Very Nice’ starts playing. The song gives the crowd that last little bit of energy to make it to the end and everyone is jumping along to the beat. All of the members are running around the stage interacting with different fans getting everyone hyped. I see Woozi, so I wave hoping to catch his attention. He waves back and thankfully I got it on video with my phone in my other hand. He walks away towards the other side of the stage, admiring the crowd around him.

A little bit later in the song they all come down to interact with the fans. Woozi comes to my side and takes my phone to take a picture with me. The song ends and he goes back on the stage to say goodbye, but the never ending loop of ‘Very Nice’ starts. Everyone is excited, wishing that the concert didn’t have to end soon, but they still enjoyed the moment.

The concert ends and everyone begins to leave. I start to put away some of my stuff but then I realize I lost my phone. I look for my phone around the barricade, asking the people passing by if they have seen my phone, but no luck. I then also realize I lost my friend in the big stampede of people leaving. I start to panic not knowing what to do, but then I realize that Woozi still has my phone from when we took a picture together.

I stick around a little bit longer hoping I can find a security guard or someone to help me get my phone back. As I’m calming myself down I see a figure walking towards me in all black. I recognized the figure as one of the security guards and he approached me telling me to follow him. I do as he says and I’m taken backstage to Seventeen's dressing room. Woah wtf I wasn’t expecting to be back here. I slowly start to freak out in the back of my head, but I try to keep myself as calm as possible on the outside. I see Woozi and he gives me my phone back.

“Sorry for taking your phone, I was really in the moment and forgot that it wasn’t mine or the staff’s,” he says apologetically.

“It’s fine,” I say politely.

“You want to eat with me, Wonwoo, Minghao, and Joshua as an apology gift?” He asks.

“Sure,” I say, smiling calmly, but still freaking out on the inside. I went to eat with them and surprisingly we had a good conversation and nothing was awkward. My friend texts me wondering where I am because it has been a while since we lost each other and we both need to get home. Meet me in the stadium, I text back. I say goodbye to all of them, but before I leave Woozi stops me.

“I need you to keep this a secret and tell no one that you were allowed back here, not even the family or friends you trust the most,” he says seriously.

“Okay, I promise. I don’t want you or any of Seventeen to have any controversies.”

“Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your night, and I am sorry about keeping your phone.” he says with a calm face.

“Same to you!”

I start walking back to my seats to meet up with Kya, but then my knee starts to hurt. My leg starts to give out but the person who was walking past me rushes to catch me before I fall. I look and it is S.Coups. Oh Shit.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” I try to walk again but my knee is still not right.

“You obviously aren’t, let me help you.” I reluctantly accept and wrap my arm around his shoulder. He walks me back to the seats and sets me down.

“Thank you,” I say nervously.

“Do you need me to get anything for you? Is your knee okay? Why were you back there anyways?” he asks hurriedly.

“No. Yes. Woozi.” I answer simply. He straight faces me, so I guiltily elaborate, “No I’m okay, sometimes this happens because of a previous knee injury. Yes my knee is fine. And I got authorization to go backstage because Woozi accidentally took my phone.”

“Okay well thank you for the explanation. Do you need help getting to your car or anything?” he asks.

“No, I'm okay. I’m waiting for my friend.”

“Oh well I’ll wait with you. How did you like the show?” he asks with a smile.

“It was so good. You guys did great!” I said to him. We continue in a calm conversation, but I see Kya out of the corner of my eye. I get up and pull him with me and I push him away. I speed walk as fast as I can back to Kya after my knee failed me earlier.

“Hey!” I guided her back out of the stadium, making sure her focus was ahead. I look back at S.Coups seeing his confused but calm face. I pay no mind and keep walking, inherently keeping my promise to Woozi.

#seventeen #svt woozi #woozi x reader #woozi x black reader #seventeen x black reader #black reader #lee jihoon

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Down the Barrel

[BATIM/BATDR] Alice Angel x Female Reader

Summary: Alice thinks you've betrayed her, assuming you gave away the location of her safehouse after she sees you talking to Allison and Tom. You have to save yourself from this misunderstanding.

Word Count: 4.24k Content Warnings: Toxic/abusive relationship, manipulation, syringes and injections, fear of abandonment, near-death experience, jealousy, manipulation, a "break up" between Reader and Alice Category: Heavy Angst || Oneshot

[A/N]: Alice and Reader have an extremely unhealthy relationship in this short story, but I am in no way trying to condone or romanticize it. There are multiple sensitive topics as listed above, so please look after yourself and avoid reading if you feel any of these are too heavy for you.

Enjoy!

 From close behind, merely inches away, you could hear the sound of Alice’s heels clicking against the warped planks beneath her. You had headed toward the vault door to head out for the day, but mistakenly forgot to let her know. Frigid fingers clasped themselves around your wrist and held you in place with a vice grip. A small tug backward was all it took for you to turn and face her. “Where do you think you’re going?” She pulled you closer, her hold on you never faltering, even as you stumbled forward from the motion. As she spoke, the one eye she still had intact narrowed, almost threatening you and daring you not to cower under her gaze.

Her tone was demeaning. Each time you tried to pull your arm from her clutch, her nails only dug deeper into your skin. With a harsh swallow, you managed to stammer out an answer. “I’m sorry, Alice. I meant to tell you, I just forgot. I was going to head down to a few of the lower levels to find a few supplies to help with your experiments.”

For a long, painful moment, she seemed to only drag out the thick tension, as though wanting you to feel the crushing consequence of blatantly ignoring the one rule she had set in place. After so long, you had managed to tear her walls down and get her to trust you, though there were still demands to be met. One of which she was more stubborn about than others. Each time you planned to leave the hidden corner of her sanctuary, you were to let her know ahead of time. If you forgot to do so, and if she wasn’t told of your whereabouts until you returned, the punishments could be ruthless.

You would be subjected to a few of her smaller, yet equally as merciless, experiments. They ranged from small tests of the weight her pulley-based traps could hold, all the way to enduring endless injections of different deadly concoctions she had developed over time, most of which would leave you bedridden for days or even weeks.

Those punishments were far worse. No matter what she kept in the syringe, the fiery jolt of pain that bursted through each vein throughout your body always seemed to be worse than the last. So little of her supplies could ease the throbbing pain that continued to torment you for weeks. Thankfully, she had eased up on carrying those punishments out as time went on. In her own twisted, demented way, she began to care for you, growing attached and increasingly fearful of losing you. Although it brought her sadistic joy to see you writhing from her tools and trials, she couldn’t bear the idea of bringing you to death’s door.

You were everything to her.

All she had left in the vile, rotten world that built the studio was you.

You weren’t spared from her tests, nor were you given a sense of freedom, but you were granted a promise she had made to keep you safe.

Even if you couldn’t avoid her line of fire when directed toward you, she made sure you were sheltered from the countless grueling abominations crawling just outside the door. Everyone beneath the domain of the crumbling studio feared two beings above everything else: the Ink Demon, and Alice Angel herself. You knew that those who were aware you were under her watch would drift apart in your favor. They’d give you room and split ways just to grant you a false sense of superiority that you knew was only caused by the fear they felt for the very woman who took you in.

Each time, even as you stood silent in front of her then, you wondered how differently your path would’ve been shaped if you had accepted the offer Allison and Tom had given you years ago to stay with them instead. With every experiment Alice put you through, you regretted turning them down more and more.

To pull you from your trance, Alice whisked your arm away and finally let go of your wrist, which had already begun to bruise. Eager to find relief, you pulled your hand to your chest to shield it as your fingers massaged the red skin. “Good,” was all she could bother to say. Still, she stood there, glaring at you expectantly. Your words seemed to bubble up in your chest and throat, though it was hard to free them.

“I should be back in two hours,” you managed to whisper weakly in the end.

The non-tattered portion of her lips tugged upward, mimicking a ghost of a smile. With her eyes still trained warily on you, she lifted her arms to cross them atop her chest. “You’d better keep true to your word,” she murmured with venom laced in her tone. As though she couldn’t be bothered to contribute to the stalemate any longer, she turned swiftly on her heel and traversed her way down the hall to return to her study, finally leaving you to your task.

Using the hand that hadn’t been throttled mere moments before, you turned the valve wheel as best you could to allow you to shove the bulky door open.

Once the steel was locked back in place behind you, your trembling legs hardly allowed you to weakly wobble forward. As you progressed to the elevator and stepped inside, some part of you screamed to run and leave Alice for good. If you weren’t so afraid of your only means of defense being stripped away, you would have left her long ago and joined Allison and Tom in their own safe house. They knew something was going on behind closed doors, but you always defended Alice without knowing why. You didn’t deserve her treatment. You knew that, and yet you stayed, but you couldn’t understand what prevented you from leaving.

You didn’t love her, and she didn’t seem to love you.

But some part of you knew what the reason likely was.

If you left, not only would people come after you, but Alice herself would hunt you like a bloodhound and take you out herself. She would probably drag you back to her sanctuary and return to the way things were when you had first been captured. There would be no restraint in her actions when she returned to experimenting on you, and you weren’t sure how many more injections you could take.

The only two people who were willing to save and protect you would also be thrown under attack, and the last thing you wanted to do was burden them with another threat. As far as you could tell, there was no way out.

The first two levels below Level 9 had nothing to offer. It seemed like someone had scavenged for supplies long before you, and you felt like you knew who it was. As you reached a floor even deeper than before, you recognized a small toolkit propped up against the only wall that hadn’t been soaked and molded with ink. Only one Angel, one who truly seemed to be a gift from heaven, carried such a particular set of tools, and waves of relief and ease crashed over your tensed form.

You meandered forward upon hearing distant murmuring combined with tin cans clanking together. As you sauntered further and neared the two shadows visible from a small office, you couldn’t help but glance over at a nearby clock, the swinging motion of the legs and arms catching your eye. Blood running cold, you realized you had been out far later than you had promised Alice you would be. Things were going to be even worse than when you had left once you returned.

But Allison and Tom were right there… you didn’t have to return.

They’d keep you safe.

With a quick breath to give yourself courage, you stepped into the office and greeted them. They turned, surprised, and smiled warmly.

A displeased grimace painted Alice’s lips as she stepped out of her study. She slammed the door behind her and charged her way to the door you had slipped through over three and a half hours before. You promised you’d be back in two hours. Where the hell had you gone?

Quickly, before leaving the hidden portion of her safe house, her clenched fist opened just long enough to snatch her tommy gun from its stand against the wall. As she muttered curse after curse under her breath, she strode to the elevator leading out of Level 9 and clicked down.With every floor that she searched, her fury and panic grew. No matter how far down she traveled, it seemed you weren’t anywhere to be found.

You betrayed her.

Lied to her.

You had to have planned something. You wouldn’t just leave her like that, would you?

Her scowl grew, and soon, she had reached one of the deepest parts of the studio. Cautiously, she forced herself to step out of the lift. Her hands clutched violently at her weapon to steady themselves as her surroundings seemed to fall further into unfamiliarity.

The halls grew longer until it seemed as though there was no end in sight. Shadows danced around the rotting ground as she pushed forward, the flickering lights soon dimming and falling as black as the ink that seeped into each wall, no life left to offer. Each step caused the floorboards to creak and wail beneath her weight, prompting a part of her mind to warn her of the possibility that the floor might give way at any moment. Breathing ragged and sharp, she eventually found the end of the hall she had been creeping down and turned to the right.

Down the adjacent corridor, a blazing glow sparked to life, providing negative space for the silhouettes of three shifting figures. With piqued curiosity, Alice couldn’t help but give in to her interest in who would dare to travel so far down to the hellish depths even the Demon himself avoided. She carried toward the source of light, body hugging the wall as she made her best effort to silence her footsteps.

With every shuffle closer, she could make out the sounds of two voices, both feminine, though no matter how hard she strained her hearing, she couldn’t make out any words. By the time she was only a few steps from the doorway, she could finally recognize the different voices. Both realizations made her blood boil beneath her skin.

You were there, speaking so casually with Allison, meaning the only other person who could be in the room as well was Tom. She could feel herself begin to seethe. Her jaw clenched as she struggled to ignore every burning nerve in her body that screamed for her to enter the office. Even without seeing you and the two people she despised the most, she could hear how relaxed the conversation seemed to be. Far too blinded by rage, she failed to listen to what was being said, only able to come up with her own dialogue.

Before anyone could take notice of her presence, she slipped away from the room and stormed back to the lift, now uncaring of the haunted surroundings in her path.

She hadn’t paid attention to where she was going. By the time she focused back in on her actions, she found herself standing stiff just before the entrance to her sanctuary. She glanced down at her hands, both trembling and desperately gripping at the grip and handguard. Behind her ribs, her heartbeat grew rapid and uneven, hammering harshly against them and causing her gasps for breath to stutter.

How could you leave her like that? Were you going to leave her for Allison? The copycat who stole everything from her?

She wouldn’t let you–couldn’t let you. You were all she had, and she was all you had. She needed you, you needed her, she loved you, you loved her, did you not?

What could she do to make you stay? Was there anything she could even do at that point? You had deceived her, made her believe you were coming back when you weren’t. That had to have been your plan: to make everything seem natural until you could get away and run to the safety of Allison and Tom. She knew they’d take you away from her in a heartbeat if you so much as asked.

She was going to lose you, she was sure. Lose the only bit of light she still had down in the world of hell she had lived alone in for so long.

Surely there was a way for her to convince you she was worth staying with.

She knew she was worthy, she just wasn’t sure how to prove it to you.

You had only been there for a short amount of time in comparison to the other poor souls trapped and sequestered from the world. You had no way of knowing the full extent of what she was capable of, nor what she was willing to do to get what she wanted. At that moment, you were all she wanted–all she needed.

You weren’t going to leave her.

She made sure of that as she heard footsteps approaching behind her. One glance over her shoulder confirmed it was you. Without hesitation, she hid herself behind the wall adjoining the hall you were headed down. As you emerged into the opening, an inky arm erupted from your side and blocked you for a brief moment. Just as quickly, the hand obstructing your path seized the collar of your shirt and yanked you forward.

The owner of the force revealed themself, and Alice–just like she had done before you left–stood before you, her face mere inches from your own. The vice grip against your blouse didn’t falter as she made the motion to shake you back and forth for an instant. When you swayed back the first time, she lifted her opposite arm and shoved her weapon toward your head.

Swallowing hard, you could only stare down the barrel of her gun as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Her piercing gaze met your fearful eyes once you managed to tear your focus away from what threatened your life.

“You vile, unforgivable wretch,” she growled. “How dare you? First, you deceive me, telling me you’ll return. Then, when I finally find you long after when you had promised to come back to me, I find you practically fawning over that damned copycat you’re always so cordial with. Heaven only knows why I ever allowed you to speak to them. They’re trying to steal yet another belonging of mine, just as they’ve done time and time again in the past.

“I won’t allow it this time. I’ll hide you away so they can’t find you and take you away from me. Somewhere they don’t know of, especially after you gave away where we’ve both been hiding past my sanctuary. I bet you want them to swoop in and save you from everything, don’t you? Is that why you told them where the safe house is? Oh, I’m sure you begged for that woman, Allison, to take you home with her and that disgusting clone that follows her like a lost puppy. Isn’t that right, you conniving little devil?”

For so long, even after she had finished voicing her list of accusations, you simply stared, entirely limp in her grasp. War raged on in your mind, begging you to say something, anything. Anything at all.

The feeling of the gun’s barrel thrusting forward to dig in against the space between your eyes finally coerced your mouth to form words again. “Alice,” you stammered out, “I never told them where we’re hiding, I promise. I was only catching up and asking where I could find the stuff you need for your tests.”

A snarl was your response at first, though she was quick to bark a retort. “You aren’t going to fool me again, you damned traitor. All you’ve done today is feed me lie after lie, and I refuse to let it continue. Why should I believe you now, knowing it could be yet another story you’re creating just to save your skin?” Once again, you tried to find a way to reason with her, desperately aching for her to let you go and pull the gun from your head. “Alice, I’m sorry. I really thought it would only take a couple of hours to find supplies, but Allison and Tom had already gathered them from the first levels downstairs, so I had to go further down to find things. That’s where I found them, and I was asking if they had anything to spare.

“If I had really told them where we were hiding, wouldn’t I have just brought them here with me? It’s easy to get lost in the studio. Just giving directions wouldn’t do anything. It’s like a maze trying to get to our safety zone. Even with their experience, I doubt they’d be able to find it without being noticed.”

Much to your relief, each point you had to offer compelled her to loosen her grip until ultimately you fell to the floor. She stared down at you, face devoid of any emotion as she processed all that you had said. You mustered up the strength to rise from the ground and stand on wobbly legs. It took everything in you to meet her eye as you did so, trying your best to fein a look of concern.

“You don’t really think I’d betray you, do you?”

She simply stood there in silence, her one good eye boring down blankly at you.

“Let’s go,” she grumbled, her gun falling to her side and her free hand slipping into yours to tug you along behind her.

She turned, then began the long journey back to the safe house. A thick, heavy tension hung in the air between the both of you. The silence was deafening, and even as you hopelessly tried to think of what to say to ease into some kind of conversation, not a word was uttered by the time you had made it to the vault door. Alice turned the valve wheel and forced the door open, letting you step inside before her so she could shut and lock it behind her.

You turned to her, watched as she dropped her gun on the table seated in the center of the foyer, then silently trailed behind her as she walked to your shared bedroom. When you stepped forward to cross the doorway and join her in the room, she practically slammed the door in your face, making you stumble backward in shock.

“Alice?” You questioned with a small knock on the sturdy wooden surface.

“Leave me be,” was all you could hear.

Huffing out a sigh and letting your shoulders slump in defeat, you trudged away from the room and instead wandered into the office across the hall to rest on the sofa pressed against the mirroring wall.

Hours had passed by the time you found yourself once again standing just outside the bedroom. You knocked, but got no response. As your lips parted to let you speak, Alice’s voice interrupted. “Come in.” In an attempt to steel your spiked nerves, you sucked in a deep breath.

Hand trembling, you grasped at the handle of the door, twisting it and slowly pushing forward to reveal more and more of the bedroom, waiting for her to holler at you that she had changed her mind and wanted you gone.

Seated slouched over on the edge of the bed, Alice merely glanced over at you before her head dipped down to hide the shameful expression that contorted her face. Slowly, too afraid to make a wrong move and upset her, you shuffled to sit by her side. Still, she refused to meet your gaze. One moment passed, then two, and soon you had begun to bounce your leg and pick relentlessly at the hem of your shirt.

A frigid hand planted itself softly against your leg to still it. You peered up to find Alice finally looking back at you. Eventually, you sighed, letting your hand rest on top of hers. “Could I ask you something?” You asked faintly. A nod was your response.

“Do you truly believe I would ever betray you?”

She chuckled. “Honestly? With all I’ve put you through, I wouldn’t blame you. I’d hate you for it, but I know I’d do the same. I talk so much of keeping you safe, but I’ve put you through so much hell. All the experiments I’ve forced on you, all the punishments I’ve given you because you simply did as you pleased, every time I’ve put you down or hurt you… You don’t deserve any of it, and I truly am sorry, but you have to understand my side of this, too. You never fully know who you can trust down here, darling. You know I adore you, even though I have a horrible way of expressing it, but I’ve been living with this paranoia for so long. It’s hard to just ignore it. I hope you can find it in yourself to try and understand.

“On top of everything today, you were speaking to the two people down here who I tried to hunt down for years. Until recently, we had never been civil with one another. You changed that, but I know they still don’t enjoy my company. They don’t hide it well at all. I can’t say I blame them for that either.”

You felt a small spark of frustration grow at her words, blurting out what flooded your mind before you could stop yourself. “Alice, I know you’ve been through hell down here, too, but that gives you no right to torture me the way you do. You’re right: I don’t deserve any of the experiments you put me through, and I sure as hell don’t deserve the punishments that I get for being myself. And the shittiest part of all of this is that, even though you’re a horrible person, I still can’t bring myself to leave.” You laughed, tears welling up and blurring your vision, unable to bite back the feelings you had kept bottled up for so long.

“That’s so fucked up, isn’t it? That after how much shit you put me through, I still want you to like me. Some part of me believes you’d stop hurting me if I just bend over backwards to make you happy, that if I walk on eggshells long enough, you’ll see me as a human being. As a person–as an individual. Someone you can’t toy with and boss around. God, I hate this. I hate you, but the stupidest part of me loves you.

“I don’t want to feel this anymore. I want to be happy, and I know I sure as hell won’t feel that way if I stay here with you. I have to leave, whether you like it or not.” You stood then, ready for her to bolt up and scream at you that you needed to remember your place around her. Instead, she laughed, a deep bellow that slowly quieted down. Once more, she stared down at the floor beneath her. “I know. I saw this coming. You should probably leave now. The reality of this hasn’t kicked in for me yet, but once it does, I know I’ll only hurt you. Leave me, break me, and go live with Allison and Tom.”

You scoffed. There was no possible way she was still trying to guilt-trip you, was there? But you knew her better. She was absolutely trying to do so.

You weren’t going to fall for it any longer.

You stepped closer, leaning down to let your face rest dangerously close to her own.

“Rot in hell,” you snarled, matching the same tone she had always used when speaking down to you as though you were a mindless child.

Alice grinned and watched as you fled from the room in an instant. She sighed heavily. Already, the fury and possessiveness she had grown accustomed to began to bubble its way to the surface. Her blood lit ablaze throughout her veins, only being stifled by her nails digging painfully into her thigh and drawing blood.

In truth, she genuinely had seen this coming. All throughout the time you had shared, she knew what she was doing to you was horrendous, and she knew you’d find the courage to leave one day. There would always be a part of her that wanted to keep you chained by her side and selfishly save you for herself, but she had to disregard it for you.

As vile as what she had done, she loved you. Yet, just as she had done all her life, she had pushed the very thing keeping her alive away.

You were leaving, and this time you wouldn’t return.

She deserved to rot in hell, as you had put it.

You deserved to join others who would treat you the way you truly deserved.

You were leaving.

She would be alone all over again.

You were never coming home.

Far away, down the hall and past each room, the front door slammed shut.

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Playdate, Part 2

CW: Noncon drugging, failed escape attempt, parental whumpers

Collab with @obsessedwhump505 !!

The next day came surprisingly fast. John had set the table to include finger sandwiches and black tea in an old teapot. Now the only thing to do was to get Evan prepared and grab Lawrence from their meet up spot.

John went through his house, ignoring some of the doors in the hallways, and unlocked the ten locks on Evan’s door. He could see his boy was sitting on his small lounge chair, annoyed because he could hardly move from the muscle relaxant still in his system. John had moved him there because he asked politely, and he didn’t want to deny his son being able to sit in his chair. He closed the door behind him and looked to Evan with a wide smile.

“Evan! Honey, I’m going to meet with our new friend downstairs today. Do you remember?” John asked, walking over to his boy’s small sofa and sitting down on one of the arm rests.

Evan only huffed and grumbled lowly. “Oh, right, you can’t speak right now.” John mumbled. He forgot that the relaxant was pretty strong. “Well, it doesn’t matter. The relaxant should be wearing off in around twenty minutes or so, so you’ll be as chatty as a parrot when it does! However,” He stated, grabbing Evan’s jaw in his hands and squeezing as he tilted his head towards his gaze. John could feel the intensity of Evan’s glare, but he glared right back. “Do not try to escape your room. I will not risk you being in danger of a possible murderous psychopath. I’m warning you now, Evan. Blink twice if you understand.”

John could feel that Evan wanted to hiss and scream at him, but opted for an intense stare and blinked twice as hard as he could. John let go of his boy’s chin and rubbed the red marks that emerged from his squeezing. “Good. Remember, the relaxant wears off in twenty minutes and if you try to leave, you will be severely punished.

John sat up from the chair and promptly left the room, closing the door behind him without locking it up first. He was sure that Evan had noticed the lack of the locking noises and figured that his boy would think that John would let his guard down and allow the door to be unlocked since Evan couldn’t move. But unfortunately for Evan this was a test, for him, and Lawrence if he bumped into him inside of his grand house.

Speaking of Lawrence, it was about time to meet up with him.

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Lawrence was already there, humming some tune John didn’t recognize. As soon as the blond heard his footsteps crunch against the leaves, he looked over at him. John waved with a strained, small smile, the gesture forced. Lawrence nodded, his grin widening.

The two men walked for a while in silence, Lawrence occasionally looking over at the other man. When John didn’t respond to his gaze, he would just look back ahead.

It was spent in somehow more silence than yesterday’s walk. There was no small talk, and though it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, it was clear something was on his mind.

“You live here?” Lawrence was in a little disbelief as he set eyes on the large home, much larger than his own. When John curtly nodded, Lawrence chuckled. “And here I was thinking it was just some tiny cabin, or somethin’.”

“Well, a bigger house is much more convenient for me.” John mumbled with a dry laugh. “I need a lot of space. Although it does get tiring trying to navigate everywhere. I swear, sometimes I need to use a map to get around.”

“Hah, I can understand that!” Lawrence replied with a snicker as John unlocked the several locks on his door. Lawrence wondered to himself why this man needed so many locks on one door, even in their strange line of “work” it seemed excessive. But he wasn’t a man to judge. When the door finally swung open and John let Lawrence inside, he was blown away by how spacious yet empty the place was. The dining room was gray and dull, with only a sofa, a coffee table and a television on a stand. Lawrence looked back at John in confusion as he shut the door behind him. “Why do you live in such a drab environment? Surely with such a big home you can afford more…lively decorations? Or decor at all?”

John looked up, perplexed, before looking around the dining room. “Oh, yes, well, I don’t really like decorations anymore. They take up too much space. And the dull colors of everything is less straining to my eyes.” He explained swiftly. “But I can assure you my cooking skills are much better than my decor.” That made both of them quietly snicker before John gestured to Lawrence to follow him. “Come on, you might get lost if I don’t accompany you.”

Lawrence briefly wondered if John was joking, but considering it took three hallways to get to the kitchen, he figured he was not. The kitchen was just as drab as the dining room, mostly gray and black appliances with a bright fluorescent ceiling light brightening up the room. John didn’t seem to mind as much as Lawrence and sat down at the kitchen table while looking up at John with a cheerfully forced smile. “Well, don’t just stand there. Let's eat!”

Lawrence sat down across from John and dug into the finger sandwiches prepared. All of them were of varying flavors, from ham and cheese to cucumber to peanut butter. The black tea was also rich in caffeine, almost as much as coffee. Lawrence complemented John on that as they talked, but that tea had to go somewhere.

“Oh, boy, I think I drank too much.” Lawrence said as he belched. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom? Or, well, one of your bathrooms?” He asked with a light smile.

John didn’t reciprocate and handed Lawrence a piece of folded up paper. He took it in confusion and opened it up to see it was a crudely drawn map clearly drawn in crayon, although readable. “What is…”

“It’s a map of my house. Use it to go to the bathroom.” John explained, albeit muffled. “Don’t go to the places marked with a red X, obviously.” When Lawrence looked up he saw that John was shoving small sandwiches in his face, too focused on his food to care about Lawrence at that moment. He blinked at John for a few moments before getting up from his chair and leaving the kitchen, looking at the map in his hands in confusion.

John waited until he couldn’t hear Lawrence’s footsteps anymore to stop shoving food in his mouth. Sure, letting Lawrence go through his house without watching him would surely raise suspicions and risk the man going through his things. But something told him that Lawrence wasn’t the type to do that. He waited a full two minutes, checking his watch for the time, before getting up from his chair. Now to see if Evan was walking about.

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Evan stared at his door knob anxiously. The muscle relaxant had indeed worn off in twenty minutes, but he didn’t dare try to get up immediately, he didn’t want John to be secretly outside of the door waiting to pounce on him. So he waited a while until his bones felt like they couldn’t wait anymore and he decided to try and open the door.

He was wobbling slightly on his feet. He could tell the relaxant was still in his system a bit, since he felt sluggish, but if he could get to a window or something and open it he would be home free. Sure, they might be in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the woods. But forests means he would be well hidden and harder to spot, and that would be a fair price to pay. But he had to get to a window or a door first, which meant opening his own door.

He hadn’t heard John lock the door like he usually did, so he knew it was unlocked. Probably. He still didn’t know if John was waiting outside of the door or not. He could have been lying about meeting up with another murderous psycho so he could make Evan put his guard down and jump him the second he tried to get out. But at the same time, that couldn’t be true at all, and Evan would have wasted his only opportunity being paranoid.

So he took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it. It turned and the door swung open with ease.

Without stopping to celebrate his victory, Evan bolted out of the room and into the hallway, making as many left turns as he could. He heard somewhere once that if you made only left turns in a maze you would find an exit, and he figured that had to be true here since the house seemed huge. Hallways and hallways of doors, leading to rooms he had no possible idea of which they could hold. But he didn’t want to think about the possibilities, he had to get the hell out of-

He slammed into a wall and dropped to the floor. He groaned and glanced up to see it was not a wall, it was a person. A very confused person with a paper in his hand that looked like it was drawn in crayon. But more importantly, this person was NOT John.

Evan threw out any rational thought in his head and quickly scrambled up to his feet, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt to pull him down to his level. “Look, mister, you need to help me.” Evan begged. “This psychopath named John kidnapped me and is keeping me locked up here! You need to help me, please, please help me get out of here!”

The man looked up and down at Evan. his white shirt with pink stripes and his long pink pajama pants before the sound of boots stomping up the stairs made it to them, making both of them turn around to see the source of the noise. To Evan’s disdain, it was John, panting heavily as he glared at Evan. Evan glared right back at him.

“Lawrence. I see you’ve met Evan.” John panted.

Though Evan saw shock on the older man’s face, he was baffled when it turned back to its normal smile. In fact, he looked giddy.

As soon as Lawrence reached out a hand, John tensed, ready to attack him for thinking of hurting his boy, but then Lawrence just… patted Evan on the head.

John relaxed slightly, but confusion was running through his veins still. Was it normal for him to be this relaxed about this situation? Unless… Lawrence really was like him? Surely not.

Immediately, Evan went rigid as he felt the hand in his hair. He backed away, slapping his hand. Despite the gesture, he was still trying to give himself hope that this guy was just acting.

Lawrence turned to John. “I think we’re a little more alike than I thought.” Looking back at Evan, Lawrence crooned, “So your name is Evan, huh? I have a kid just about your age! Your dad never told me he has a son!”

The words “dad” and “son” made Evan feel uneasy, but he shook it off, assuming these were just the man’s terms for how he saw the situation.

“No, he’s—he’s not my dad! And I’m not a kid, I’m literally an adult! He kidnapped me!” Evan argued.

John glared at Evan. “Watch it. Lawrence, I’m sorry, he must’ve hit his head too hard—” He stepped forward to grab Evan, to which the young man flinched away, behind Lawrence.

“John, it’s okay, I understand now.” Lawrence chuckled, waving his hand. “Remember running into my son? Well, some could argue he’s not… really mine. Biologically. Just like how some could argue this little one isn’t yours either, right?” He ruffled Evan’s hair. “My kiddo just started warming up to me. How long have you had this one?” He looked down at the dumbfounded Evan fondly.

John was clearly shocked that this was Lawrence’s reaction, despite what he saw yesterday, but he only cleared his throat and picked at his nails. “Well, it’s been only a month or so now, but-”

He didn’t get to finish because Evan had decided to bolt in the opposite direction. Now that he knew both of them were fucking nuts, he had to get out of there. He didn’t know where he was going, but it had to be anywhere but there.

Lawrence watched him run off with a curious look. “Are you going to-” he started.

“Yeah, I got it.” John interrupted. He chased after Evan, his boots stomping hard against the wooden hallway. He quickly grabbed the shirt collar of his boy and yanked him into his chest, holding him tight. Evan squirmed in his hold and scratched at John’s arms to try and make him let go.

“Get off me!” Evan hissed.

“You are going to be punished for this, Evan.” John growled, pulling a needle out of his trench coat. “You shouldn’t have left your room. I’m disappointed in you.”

Evan yelped as the needle was stabbed into his neck, trying to get out of John’s grasp as he pushed in the plunger. He could feel Evan getting weaker in his hold as the small sedative kicked in. He finally looked back at Lawrence with an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry about that, Lawrence, Evan usually knows better.”

Lawrence nodded, waving a hand. “Don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us. Marshall and I went through the same ordeal more times than you can believe. But it’s all worth it in the end, yeah?”

John smiled slightly, though still confused and shocked. He lifted Evan up with an arm under his legs, holding him up like a baby. The boy didn’t protest, having passed out from the drug. Lawrence followed the two as they headed back to the bedroom.

Watching John put Evan back in bed, Lawrence only smiled. For a moment, John just stared at Evan before finally meeting Lawrence’s gaze. “So…” John cleared his throat. “How long have you had…”

“Marshall?”

“Yeah.”

Lawrence tapped his chin. “Since January, so… four months now! Wow, it’s been longer than I thought. He can be a handful at times, but he can be so sweet when he wants to.” Seeing John’s slightly saddened expression, he sympathetically put a hand on his shoulder, to which John didn’t recoil like he normally would. “The first month is always the hardest.”

John nodded stiffly. He knew that all too well. “I am working on it, but it’s hard to do this when I don’t have help…” he mumbled.

Lawrence perked up at that. “Oh don’t worry, I live close by! If you ever need any assistance, I’ll be more than happy to help! Not to critique your parenting skills, but everyone needs help once in a while.” he slapped John’s back lightly with a grin, although John didn’t share his enthusiasm.

“I don’t know…” he muttered.

“Come on, John, we dads need to stick together! Especially in situations where our children won’t listen to us.” Lawrence said, gesturing to Evan’s unconscious body on the bed. “How about this? We can set up a playdate for Marshall and Evan!”

John looked up at Lawrence in pure confusion. “Huh?”

“Yeah! A playdate! We can see how well they’ll get along and you’ll have to admit asking for help won’t be so bad. I’m sure Marshall and Evan will get along great!” He exclaimed with delight.

John only grumbled. “Well, it’ll have to be at my house. Evan isn’t ready to leave the house yet…”

“Of course, of course!” Lawrence said happily. “We can do it tomorrow! Ooo, Marshall having a friend is going to be great!”

John stood up from the floor and gave Lawrence a tight smile, although he himself could feel a bit of excitement in his body as they left the room and headed back downstairs. The thought of Evan having a friend was very enticing. He would get more social stimulation and have someone else to talk to.

He held the door open for Lawrence as he left. “We’ll see each other tomorrow, then!” Lawrence chirped.

John gave a rare real smile, holding out his hand for Lawrence to shake. “Yes, we will.”

Lawrence returned the handshake with a vigor. “Excellent!”

#whump #parental whumper #lawrence oc #john oc

[herrscherrofyatta]

Dangerously Yours

Pairing: Tomo x F!reader

cw: fluff, Tomo just being a simp ig, use of irl cosplay photo so just imagine it's you, making out, sexual things said towards the reader

summary: it's been a year since starting your relationship with Tomo and things have been going well and now the two of you will be celebrating your first valentine's day together

a/n: for the Yae Publishing House valentine event, Eden my beloved ❣️🫶

The sound of laughing could be heard from a secluded area as Tomo continues to take pictures of his beautiful girlfriend as she poses in cosplay of a character she once played.

After he got enough pictures, they go to sit down and the blonde quickly lays down his sweater to make sure her cosplay wouldn't get damaged.

"Thank you." You smile, sitting down before looking over at the photos he took, pointing out your favorites as he did the same and you couldn't help but get flustered at his words.

Laying his head on your shoulder, he lets out a relaxed sigh, "every single one of these photos are my favorite because you're in it."

He grins at your blushing face as you look away before he sits back up, "haha, I'll stop with the cringy talk."

You don't find them cringe, just easily flustered at his comments since you knew they were genuine and not said to just get you into bed like any other celebrity that approached you in the past.

"It's fine," you look back at him.

He leans in, capturing your lips that were red from the lipstick you applied in the morning. Your hands resting on your chest as the kiss starts to get heated, moaning quietly as you feel his hands snake around your waist to bring you closer to him.

Gripping his shoulders, you pull away, panting as he leans back for another kiss but you stop him, "not here." You giggle, brushing the hairs of the wig you wore away from your face.

"Just one more?" He pleads as you stare at him before you agree.

"Fine, but just one more kiss, okay?"

He grins before bringing you into a gentle kiss.

The next morning, you were sitting down in front of the mirror, brushing your hair to get ready for the day ahead when your phone began to ring, playing the ringtone Tomo had set up for you.

"Hello?" You pick up, smiling at the sound of your boyfriend's voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey! Good morning." He greets and you could already see the soft smile on his lips as he speaks.

"Good morning, Tomo."

"Did you get on Twitter yet?" He asks, you raise a brow in confusion, "no? Did something happen?" You ask but he laughs a bit.

"No, just go check!" He says before hanging up as you sigh.

Opening the app, you don't see anything so you just scroll, liking a few fan arts before coming across what Tomo had posted.

You feel your face heat up a bit as you read the caption of his post before smiling and turning off your phone to continue getting ready.

To say the very least, Tomo was excited for Valentine's Day and he had planned out the whole day to be with his beloved that he forgot that he had work and so did Y/n.

It was finally Valentine's Day and he hoped to get in touch with Y/n and at least tell her good morning but when he called her, her phone went straight to voicemail.

So he decided to call Kazuha to ask if he knew where the h/c haired was and to his surprise, Kazuha told him that he and Y/n had left early to arrive on set. Turns out both of them are working on another film together and things weren't going well.

He could hear the shouting happening in the back before a loud bang could be heard and Kazuha ended the call immediately, making him confused before seeing a text coming from Kazuha.

'Could you come and pick Y/n? One of the actors doesn't want to cooperate and I can tell she's stressing over this. I'll send the location.'

Tomo sighs, reading the message before getting ready to head to pick up his girlfriend.

—

Rubbing your forehead, you tried to calm yourself down as the guy playing the male lead kept going on about how the scenes just weren't cutting it for him.

"The problem is not the director, clearly it's you who tries to tell how to work her job." You say, sitting down on your assigned seat and see the man responsible for the major set back on the filming schedule.

"Come on! It's only like 15 minutes of dialogue and she can't even get it right."

Your brow twitches at this, slapping your script on your lap as you'd stand up to defend the director.

"Did you even read the damn script?" You glare at him, "clearly you didn't pay attention to the details she wrote on it!"

He begins to see how you don't side with him as he gets up close to your face and begins to shout at you, but he can see his shouting doesn't scare you.

"Clearly you only got this role because you bargained your way in!" He shouts loudly enough for people to notice.

"Oh really? You were the one who called the director, begging to be given the male lead!" You shout back as he scoffs, knowing he begged to have this role in the first place. "What, cat got your tongue?" You scoff, backing up a bit but you wince when he harshly grabs your shoulder, hard enough you were sure it would leave a mark.

"Any woman would be delighted to work with me! Drop your act of playing hard to get and just hear me out!" You grit your teeth at this as you pull your arm from his grip.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not interested! I never will be!" You shout as Kazuha runs up and sits you down away from the man.

"Stupid bitch.....she should just let fuck her once and I'll leave her alone."

You and Kazuha froze at this but before either of you two could do anything, the both of you see Tomo standing behind the guy, holding his phone up.

"Oh really, is that how you see my girlfriend? Just another woman to sleep with?" The guy tensed up and began to shake terribly, he looked physically and mentally scared to turn and face the blonde who was way taller than him.

"Come on, you have the audacity to yell at a woman but can't look me in the eyes now that I'm here." You could hear the anger in his voice as Tomo as he places a hand on the guy's shoulder with a hard grip.

A smirk grows on Kazuha's lips before looking back at you, "hey, you okay?" He asked as you nod.

You two could hear more of Tomo's voice before you notice him walking up to you and Kazuha.

"Tomo, I didn't expect to see you here." You smile as he holds out a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Kazuha told me that things haven't been going well today." He says as you accept the flowers that are big enough to fill up your arms as you examine them.

"They're beautiful, thank you." His face flushes red at the sight of your smile as you look at the flowers with a soft gaze.

"It's nothing, anything for my amazing girlfriend."

Your face heats up at this, "...I didn't get anything for you....I've been so busy that I forgot to make chocolate for you." You confess, remembering how last week you tried to do a test run on making the sweets but failed.

"It's alright, I like spending time with you." He knows how much work you have, but that was never an obstacle in your relationship.

"Still...." You mumble before hearing your name being called as you look up from the flowers to see the director walking over to you three.

"Tomo, how good are you with romantic roles?" She asks him and he blinks, scratching the back of his neck as you and Kazuha gave each other 'what's happening' look.

"um....well, well my role in Genshin Impact is the best I got, usually I get a supporting or background role." He asks, confused on why he was asked this.

"..." The director looks at him up and down, examining his structure before she lets out a hum, snapping her fingers together. "Great, you're hired. Filming will resume next week." She says before walking away leaving the three of you speechless.

"....did he just get hired immediately after she just dropped the other guy?" Kazuha says quietly as you nod. "..he did." You mumble back as you two watch Tomo stutter in surprise.

"Wait what."

—

Walking back to the car, you say your goodbyes to the staff, holding hands with Tomo who looked quite happy finally seeing you happy and well again.

The blonde opened the door to his car for you before going to the driver's seat and you spot a small tiny box on the floor of your seat and pick it up. Feeling curious, you open it to see a silver ring with tiny gems in the band of metal.

"Did you buy yourself another ring?" You asked, Tomo had many rings he wore on his fingers as he liked wearing them while it was the opposite for you. Instead, wearing a necklace you were given by one of your parents during your highschool years, it was mainly that one you wore.

"I like this new one." You smile before being caught off guard as Tomo hits the breaks of his car upon glancing over to see what you were talking about.

Luckily, he was driving through an empty street as he began to sweat the sight of the bow in your hands.

"....well—you see...." He tries to come up with an excuse but he can't bring himself to lie to you as you stare at him with an innocent look. Sighing, he continues driving.

".....I was planning on giving you that ring....as a promise ring..." He admits as you feel your face heats up so bad that you let out a tiny 'oh' in response as the sound of your rapidly beating heart is so loud as your eyes are glued to the box. "..not that you have to accept it....I get if you don't, I mean... we've only dated for a year..."

Leaning back on the seat, you clench on the box as you let out a tiny sigh, "...I accept....but I will wait until you officially ask."

Tomo takes a moment to process what you just said before whipping his head to look at you, "really?!" He asked, surprised and shocked.

You let out a giggle at this, "yes...it's a promise ring, Tomo. I wouldn't mind if we get married in the future."

His face lights up, one of his hands letting go of the wheel to grab a hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze.

"I won't disappoint you in surprising you, just you wait." He smiles at you as you smile back before he puts his attention back on the road.

Resting your head on the seat, you pull out your phone and check your Twitter to see something that makes you laugh a bit.

"....oh my, looks like you have competition." You tease as you read the thread about you.

"...what you mean." Tomo says, trying to glance at what you're looking at.

Clearing your throat, you begin to read the post out loud. "Why Y/n should date me, a thread." You suppress a laugh as you see Tomo tense up slightly.

"Number 1: I have seen every single show, podcast, anything she is and was on."

You say, but it seems like the blonde had enough as he groans.

"....well, I'm dating you. They can't have you." He groans as you turn your phone off as you lean against his arm, shutting your eyes.

"Hehe, I know. I love you and only you." You smile, enjoying being near him as you clung onto his arm, feeling relaxed after a week of work. "...I really did miss seeing you, you know." Tomo hears you mumble quietly. "Happy Valentine's Day."

If he wasn't driving, he would scoop you into his arms and never let you go but he'll just have to press a kiss to the back of your hand to show his affection.

Making a mental note to himself to buy a couple of things as a valentine's day gift for you.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you as well, my precious Y/n."

.

.

.

.

"By the way, why did the guy from earlier run away as soon as you came?" You ask, looking up at Tomo who just grins.

"First off, I'm twice his size and secondly, I recorded him saying those things about you."

"....so you blackmailed him?"

"....in a way...yeah."

"...."

"...."

"..well, he was an asshole anyways."

"..you're right."

A/n: happy late valentine's day, I took a break and I'm back to posting now :D ! Kinda hate how this came out so it's not edited sorry.

Masterlist

#yaepublishinghouse #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #kazuha #genshin impact tomo #tomo x reader #tomo x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin x you

[creative-type]

@pokeharvest I was your Secret Santa. Merry belated Christmas, and happy New Year

Dark came earlier than expected, but Zoro didn’t care. He powered through his workout as the sky went from blue to gold to black, appreciating the cooler air but otherwise unconcerned. He knew the Sunny’s crow’s nest like the back of his hand, had long-since memorized where each of his weights lay. Grounded in the familiar rhythm of routine, he didn’t even bother to turn on a light. It wasn’t worth the break in concentration. 

He was nearly finished when the door pounded open. Zoro didn’t stop his set as he felt Nami’s Presence…and her irritation. Nami was always irritated about something, and trying to figure out why usually ended up with his pockets lighter and his debts doubled. 

“What are you doing?” she  exclaimed while fumbling for the light. A moment later they were both blinking away the brightness, and at the sight of him the line between her eyebrows deepened. 

Zoro knew better than to mention that either. She’d just think he was trying to say she was getting wrinkles. 

“What in the—Why are you doing squats? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

At this Zoro paused. It was tricky because he was in the deepest part of his squat, legs burning from the thousand reps he’d already done, but the training was worth it. “What do you mean they’re waiting for me? I’m on watch.”

“The party, you imbecile,” Nami said.

“Oh, we’re doing Chopper’s birthday today? A little bit early, isn’t it?” Zoro said. With a grunt of effort he stood and racked the weights before grabbing a towel. “Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be down. Franky knows where his present is, so you can go ahead and add it to the pile.”

Nami stared at him, a throbbing vein in her temple joining her furrowed brow. “Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Zoro asked incredulously. “It’s Chopper’s birthday, of course I didn’t forget.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you,” Nami said. “Chopper heard on the last island we were at that the people give presents to everyone around this time. Some kind of holiday for the solstice, Robin said, since it was a winter island.”

“And…?” Zoro said. 

“And Chopper really liked the idea, so for his birthday he wanted to go local so to speak and celebrate, with everyone giving gifts to everyone. He was weirdly gung-ho about the whole thing, but that’s Chopper for you.”

“What? When was this?” Zoro asked. 

“Right after departing, remember? He made a big announcement over dinner and everything,” Nami said. 

Zoro flung his arms into the air. “And I was still out of it. It took me a full three days to regain consciousness after our last fight, remember?”

A look of shocked realization came over her. “I could have sworn someone told you.”

“And I know for a fact no one did.”

They stood at an impasse. It wasn’t the first time Zoro had missed out on inter-crew discussions, whether it be the aftermath of fights, or naps, or training, and ordinarily he didn’t care. Most of the time it was just bickering over stupid stuff anyway, and Luffy wasn’t exactly the subtle type who kept his big plans secret. As long as Zoro knew who he was supposed to cut it didn’t matter. 

Other times, he missed out on the plans for Chopper’s birthday, and would end up looking like a complete ass. 

Zoro shrugged, half to himself. “Well, at least I got something for Chopper. Lemme get changed, and I’ll be down.”

“Oh no no no nonono,” Nami said. Some of the bravado had left her voice, and she sounded…almost panicky? Zoro would have laughed if he didn’t think she wouldn’t throw lightning at him.. “Surely there’s something you can throw together for the rest of us.”

“Of course I don’t; quit being stupid. Chopper will understand if I explain what happened, and if he’s that upset, I’ll figure out something the next time we land,” Zoro said.

“You don’t get it, I’m the one who was supposed to tell you,” Nami said. “I promised I would.”

“So it’s your fault. That’s even better,” Zoro said, unable to keep a smirk off his face. 

“Shut up,” Nami snapped. “Look, I can help you out, but you’ll owe me.”

Zoro crossed his arms. “Seems like you’re the one who should owe me.” 

“Don’t be silly. Even if that were true, your debt is so ridiculously high that this would hardly put a dent into it.”

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Pfft, do you want me to send you a list? First, remember that loan I gave in Loguetown for your old swords?”

“That was literally two years ago,” Zoro said. 

“Yeah, and I’m still waiting for you to pay up,” Nami said. That sly smile came creeping back, that look that said she had him right where she wanted him, and they both knew it. Zoro should have been mad, but it was almost impressive how she was able to twist the situation into her favor. 

“Fine. But you realize I’m just doing this because it’s Chopper, right?”

“Oh, for sure,” Nami said.  A mutual understanding passed between them, the sort of thing that came after living on the same ship with the same people for years. The presents didn’t really matter, or the solstice, or the debt that Zoro never seemed to be able to work off. He didn’t give two shits about any of that, but there were precious few things Zoro wouldn’t do for the Straw Hat’s youngest member.. 

“So long as we’re on the same page. Can you buy me thirty minutes?” Zoro asked.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” Nami asked sweetly. “Considering the circumstances, I’ll keep my interest rates reasonable. How’s 100% sound?”

“Fuck you,” Zoro said, but he was smiling, and a moment later she was laughing, and they both knew that they’d do whatever it took for Chopper’s birthday to go off without a hitch. 

Xxx

Ten minutes later, and that smile was gone. While Nami kept the rest of the crew busy with party games, Zoro tore through the Sunny like a man possessed. Chopper’s present was already taken care of, but that left eight people unaccounted for. And if that wasn’t enough, Zoro didn’t have much that he could gift. The little space he did lay claim to on the Sunny was spartan compared to much of the crew, and as much as he wanted to, it wasn’t like he could wrap up a few of his weight plates and call it a day. 

But there was a small part of him, nearly smothered by his greater annoyance with the situation, that reveled in the challenge. Zoro wasn’t a gift-giver by nature—in his mind, a person’s actions were more important—but there was something deeply satisfying in finding the perfect gift. 

Nami and Franky were easy. From his personal stash he grabbed a bottle of rum that would pair perfectly with Franky’s cola and some old wine he’d never gotten around to opening. The latter was nicer than Nami deserved, but he made up for it by writing To the witch on the label. Zoro figured that when she saw it there was a fifty-fifty chance of her chucking it back at him, in which case, he’d get his wine back.  

Jinbe rounded out his alcohol-related presents with a nice sake set he’d been given on Wano. The box and the cups that came inside were artisan and hand-made, the sort of thing that was meant to be appreciated more than drank out of. While he’d miss the booze, he figured it was something Jinbe would appreciate more than he ever could, and maybe he’d be nice enough to share a cup while reminiscing over old times. Plus, since it was already in a box he would be the easiest thing to wrap so far. 

The minutes ticked on, and Zoro scrounged up the old weight lifting manual he’d once seen Usopp peeking through and his spare sword care kit. Brook’s cane sword might have been sharpened by the icy winds of hell, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t use the occasional polish. While digging around looking for his kit, he found the tiny cross necklace Perona had given him as a cruel joke. She’d claimed at the time that Mihawk had dozens of the things and there’s no way he’d miss the one she’d taken, and Zoro had always wondered if hidden inside was the same knife that’d stabbed him all those years ago. 

It turned out later she’d had the damn thing special made just to mess with him, because if there was anything in his life he had too much of, it was women who liked to make him miserable. Zoro tucked it away for Robin, because at least she knew how useful a hidden knife could be. 

Last but not least, while Nami shooed the crew away to the top deck to continue the festivities, Zoro snuck to the fish tank and scraped out a little bit of algae and shoved it in a box. For the love-cook, since it was the closest thing they had to marimo.

Zoro ran back to the men’s quarters, his gifts splayed out on his hammock. He managed to be pleased with himself for exactly two seconds before a second round of panic started to set in. Looking around the room, he searched for paper, or scissors, or tape. Chopper’s gift had been easy to just slip in a bag, but now he didn’t even see that. 

There was probably stuff in the woman’s quarters, but he didn’t dare go there on pain of death.  Zoro rubbed his hand over his head and swore. He was running out of time. Hell, Zoro wasn’t sure he’d know how to wrap all this even if he had paper. It was the sort of thing that Usopp usually did for him. Not because Zoro cared what his wrapping jobs looked like, but because when Usopp saw how bad he did he got embarrassed on his behalf.

“Screw it,” Zoro said under his breath and gathered everything up in his arms. If Nami didn’t like it, she could just deal. He turned around to finally join the others, and swore again, almost dropping his hastily-gotten gifts.

A line of arms had made its way into the room, holding rolls of colorful wrapping paper, bags doused with glitter, and bright sheets of tissue paper. One of the arms held up a pair of scissors in silent question, and Zoro let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, please.”

In the distance he thought he heard Robin chuckle, and more arms sprouted to relieve him of his burden. Minutes later he was rushing up to the rest of the crew, and at the sight of him the Straw Hats let out a burst of applause. 

“There he is! We thought you’d never make it!” Usopp yelled as Zoro dropped his—very nicely—wrapped gifts onto the pile. The love-sick love cook shoved a mug of spiced mead into his arms and muttered something about making the beloved ladies of the crew wait, but a well-timed word from Nami kept him from going to blows. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro grumbled as he scanned the crew. He couldn’t help but smile a little as Chopper came running toward him and launched himself into the biggest hug he could manage while in Brain Point. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy solstice! Not that it makes me happy, you asshole!” Chopper corrected, wiggling with pleasure.

“That too.”

“Zoro! Zoro, you gotta try out this meat Sanji made,” Luffy shouted from across the room, and at the sight of him Zoro’s stomach sank. 

In his mad rush, he’d forgotten to bring something for his captain. 

There was no chance to run back to his room to find something. Without waiting for Zoro to respond, Luffy stretched an arm across the room and grabbed a fist full of Zoro’s shirt, dragging him over to the table laden with food. Brook already had his violin out and was playing carols with Franky accompanying on the guitar and Jinbe singing along in his surprisingly resonant baritone. As he flung past, Robin gave a knowing smile and asked Chopper if he wished to start. 

And of course he did, and it was with a whoop and a holler that the gift giving began.

xxx

It was a Straw Hat party through and through. By the end of it there wasn’t a clean surface left on the Sunny, and even the curly brow was exhausted enough to leave the dishes for another time. Both pirates and presents were strewn about the ship in complete disarray. The rest of the crew was in no state to keep watch, so it was Zoro who clambered back into the crow’s nest to complete his watch, pleasantly buzzed from the sake Jinbe had indeed shared but nevertheless alert. 

He had just racked his weights when for the second time that day he felt a Presence coming up to join him. It was more timid than Nami’s ever was, and Zoro opened the latch before Chopper could find himself hiding in the doorway.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Zoro said. 

“I was,” Chopper said, with a yawn for emphasis. “But I wanted to say thank you.”

“What for?”

“You didn’t have to do all that.”

Zoro paused. “What do you mean? It’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”

“I heard,” Chopper said, scuffing one hoof on the ground. “You and Nami earlier. I heard it all.”

“Tch, those ears of yours,” Zoro said. “Besides, it’s not your fault Nami forgot to tell me.”

“But it is!” Chopper exclaimed, suddenly distraught. “Nami lied, I was the one who was supposed to tell you after you regained consciousness. When I realized today I forgot, Nami promised me that she made sure you knew.”

“That witch,” Zoro said. But there was no venom in his voice; after all, he couldn’t fault her for trying to make his birthday special. “Besides, I screwed it up anyway by forgetting Luffy.”

“I don’t think he noticed,” Chopper said.

Zoro grunted. “Probably not. I’ll still have to get him something next time we land. That’s the whole point of the solstice, isn’t it? According to what the last island said?”

“I think it’s more about being together.” Chopper looked up at him and grinned. “And it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Zoro returned his smile, remembering how Sanji had turned purple with rage upon opening his gift. “Yeah, it was.”

Outside the crow’s nest, snow began to fall. The pair fell silent, enjoying the moment together. Chopper once again hugged Zoro’s leg, and Zoro’s hand found the top of Chopper’s head. 

“I at least did good with yours, right?” Zoro asked. “Since it was the only present I actually got to plan for.”

“Oh, that was the other thing I came up here for.” Fishing in his pocket, Chopper pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Zoro. “You literally just got better from almost dying. Again. You really shouldn’t be lifting weights.”

“You’re cashing in now?” Zoro asked. He took the paper, which was a signed, one time promise to do whatever Chopper asked of him.

“Doctor’s orders,” Chopper said, and with one final squeeze added, “Happy solstice.”

Zoro couldn’t help but laugh as he put his weights away. “Happy solstice.”

#op secret santa 2023 #one piece #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates #sorry for the delay I was sick then got crazy busy at work 💀

[starsheild]

Partner: Part 3

"Officer Prowl?"

The woman voice was hesitant, and she maintained a very healthy distance from the silent police cruiser parked at the end of the line-up.

Prowl scanned her instantly. "'Good evening ma'am. Is there something I can do for you?"

The woman shifted from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with speaking to someone that she didn't know was and to her mind coudn't really see as person. "The chief said not to bother you with this, but I know this isn't usual. Well, as much as anyone can know anything about Officer Hunter, I guess."

Prowl waited quietly, not wanting to scare the woman off. Prowl knew that Sierra didn't have a lot of friends. She refused to get involved with any of her coworkers on anything more than a professional level, and they as a whole seemed to know very little about her personal life. He listened, when they talked around him, since so many of them forgot that he was more than he appeared.

"Today is her day off. She takes the same day every year. It's the only day she insists on having off." The woman was rambling, but Prowl wasn't about to stop her. He was learning things that he should know about his partner. "They wanted to call her in today to cover someone else shift and she's not answering her phones. The chief said she's fine but…"

"Thank you. I will go check on her."

The woman nodded, and Prowl called after her, by name. She jumped in place, turning to eye him very warily. "Thank you. Officer Hunter needs far more help than she is willing to admit."

Relaxing, the woman nodded in agreement, hitching her bag higher on her shoulder and making her way quickly out of the garage.

Prowl waited until she was far enough that he would not disturb her by following her out. The woman had obviously stepped very far out of her comfort zone, and ignored an implication, if not an order, to not share this. There was no reason to make her more uncomfortable.

Prowl rolled from the garage and headed along the familiar route to Sierra's apartment. He would check there first.

The apartment was dark and empty, Prowl didn't even need to scan very thoroughly. So he sat quietly outside of the building, working through what he knew of Sierra. She rarely spoke of doing anything outside of work. He knew where she usually got her groceries- more than once Prowl had stopped at a small local supermarket on the way to drop her off at night, but there was no way she would have spent a whole day there.

Coffee. There was a coffee shop where she liked to stop when they were working on a difficult case or she just felt like they were going to have a difficult shift ahead of them.

The first time she had predicted a difficult shift Prowl had told her that it was illogical. There was no way that she could know when one shift was going to be any more busy then the other, not when there was no constant, defining pattern to her feelings.

After the third time she was correct Prowl had just started pulling into the parking lot, ignoring the small, familiar laugh in the back of his processor that he could never hear again. The friendly laugh of a mech long gone.

Prowl cruised the parking lot, but there was no sign of his human partner anywhere, and as he turned back out on the main street he considered other possibilities. He knew where the other officers went when they were off duty. None of those places were places he could imagine Sierra frequenting. Except…

Making a smooth and completely legal u-turn Prowl headed for the other side of town.

The sun was setting by the time Prowl pulled into the largest local metro park. Families were packing, preparing to be gone by closing time, and Prowl slowed down carefully, aware of the unpredictability of human younglings. His spark hummed happily as the some of the children waved at him, and for a moment he felt slightly empty.

Sierra always waved back to the children, sometimes even stopping to talk to them for a few minutes when they were not busy. This park was one of their usual patrols, and he had almost forgotten her comments about how pretty it was and how nice of a place it was to go for a run.

There was a small lot and a shelter deep in the park. They had stopped there one day for Sierra to take her lunch break, and even Prowl had to admit that the view in early spring, with all of the flowering trees in bloom, was worthy of study.

He pulled into the lot, and on the surface the place looked just as abandoned as it was supposed to be. But even if they didn't know much about each other beyond a professional level, they knew each other very well on a professional level.

"Prowl."

"You always know that it is me." Prowl commented, slightly amused and very relieved to have found her.

"Sorry to disappoint, but you still don't have the engine sound down right."

Prowl stopped behind the boulder she was sitting on, going quiet. "That is good to know."

"I hate cars."

#starsheildwrites #TFFicPartner

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

16, 25, 19, and 5 ;D

Eee! I'm so sorry, i started to answer an then saved to drafts and forgot you!

At what point in the process do I come up with the title?

I try to use lyrics for my titles, and some of them I had as soon as I started writing - 3 AM Wide Awake, Hold Me, My Leathers Fit Tight Around Me. Others were much harder, Driving On Down The Road got a title change after I posted it, and a lot of my wips are saved as document 1, 2 etc, which means if I'm looking for a particular one I have to open all of them!

Have I ever upset myself with my one writing?

Yes! Hold Me, Gods Of Thunder, and there is one line in one of my wips that I cannot read without crying.

A small teaser from one of my wips.

This one is a story from the Hotter Than Hell recording, a combo of Ace's car crash and a story from Paul's book where he nearly got arrested for not having his licence. For dramatic effect, I have written him as being arrested.

Afterwards no one could remember what had set it off.  A bad day, a thoughtless word spoken in anger.   On top of the stress of recording and being away from home for so long everyone’s tempers were frayed.  Ace and Peter had both been drinking steadily since they had returned from the studio several hours earlier.  Sometimes that put them in a very good mood.  Today was not one of those days.  A terrible fight had ensued, and Ace went storming out in a rage.

“That fucking idiot is driving!” shouted Gene at the sound of squealing tires as Ace speed off.  “He’s going to fucking kill himself!”

Although Peter had been screaming at Ace just minutes earlier, he suddenly had the urge to defend his friend.  “And that would make you happy, wouldn’t it!”

“Of course it fucking wouldn’t!”

Bill got between the two of them, placing a calming hand on each.  “Guys, just calm down.”

Gene looked around the room.  “Where’s Paul?”

What no one had noticed was that before Ace stormed out, Paul had already left.  He hated fighting.  He hated anger and aggression.  Negative energy.  Whatever it was, it reminded him of when his parents fought, and he couldn't stand it.

Driving along, radio blasting, wind in his hair, Paul felt the stress melt away.  Music had always been his solace, and he had it so loud that he almost didn’t hear the police siren.  Turning down the music, Paul peered ahead.  Where was the cop?  He could never tell which direction sound was coming from.  Then he glanced in his rear-view mirror.  Fuck!  He’s right behind me!  I wasn’t speeding, was I?

Heart pounding, Paul pulled over.  Hopefully it would be a lady cop.  He could try his charm on her.  The officer approached.  He was a man.

“Licence and registration, please,” he said.

Paul nervously reached for his wallet . . . and realised it wasn’t in his pocket.  He had left in a rush and hadn’t even thought to grab it.  The police in New York never cared.  As it turned out LA police were different.

“I . . . uh . . . I don’t have it.  I left it at the hotel, sorry.”

“Then you’re going to jail.”

“Jail?”  Paul’s blood turned to ice.  “I can’t go to jail.”  Joking around one day, Gene had said if Paul was ever in jail, he’d be the most popular guy there.  “Not looking like this.”

It was to no avail.  Paul was frisked, which if he hadn’t been so scared, he would have found funny.  His jeans were skin-tight, so if he had any weapon other than his love gun in them, it would have been obvious.  Then he was handcuffed and pushed into the police car and taken away.

A few miles away there were no police.  Which may or may not have been fortunate for Ace, as he was taking out his anger by seeing how fast he could drive the winding hill roads.  And when he found he could do it quite fast, he did it again. 

What's a fic idea I've had that I will never write?

I have a couple that I have tried, but are really hard. One is a self insert, me and Paul, pure smut. I've written a little, but then I think about people reading it and I get embarrassed and delete it. The other is really dark and deals with a suicide attempt, again I've written a little, but I don't know how it would be received.

Thanks for the ask!

#thanks for the ask!

[scarlett-vixen]

Hi Kat, for the 200 follower event, if you haven't filled the prompt already (because I just saw your post!) Could you may be do E-Excited with Lucifer? And fluff for sure!

@delphi-dreamin

I’m so glad I got one more Lucifer request out of this event 💖 he deserves love too. This takes place after your first year in the Devildom/the start of your second, I went off rail from canon and made my own. Also it may come off a little angsty but I didn’t mean it that way lol.

Prompt: E - Excited

Pairing: Lucifer x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Your arrival to the Devildom had been eventful to say the least, you came in and flipped the lives of seven demons completely upside down in the best way, you opened doors that had been sealed off for years (literally and figuratively), you brought laughter and happiness back to the House of Lamentation.

Your departure had been bittersweet. Each brother mourning the end of your stay, each recalling their fondest memories with you, and each one wishing you well on your journey home. All but one.

Lucifer had been a large part of your stay and yet he felt the weakest connection to you. It was his own fault really, always up to his neck in paperwork while you and his brothers messed around. At least that’s what he told himself.

The truth was that Lucifer had been afraid to get close to you. He saw how quickly you changed his brothers for the better, how happy they were, how well they all got along now. He wanted that also but felt he didn’t deserve it, his duty was to watch over and protect the exchange student, not become friends or more with them.

Now he was stuck with his memories of you, memories that involved everyone but him it seemed. The only ones that were just you and him were of you signing documents or the few times he lashed out at you. The guilt mixed with his longing made him nauseous, you probably saw him as a stuck up monster and he couldn’t blame you.

Diavolo had summoned him to the Demon Lord’s castle for another meeting about the upcoming RAD year, needing to set a schedule for events and go over plans for the student council ahead of time.

The Avatar of Pride arrived at the castle on time but was informed that:

“The young Master is running late, he lost track of time playing a new game your brother introduced him to and forgot about the meeting.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes and thanked Barbatos, he’d have to remember to scold Levi for distracting the prince. Left alone in the massive hallway outside Diavolo’s office, Lucifer began to admire the dozens of paintings lining the walls.

His eyes stopped on the newest addition hanging directly across from the office doors. The first born wandered over to the painting almost entranced by its contents.

Before the end of your first year Diavolo had requested a group portrait of the exchange students along with the council, the long drawn out argument of who stood next to you still vivid in Lucifer’s mind. In the end, to avoid any accidental summoning or fights breaking out, a quick photo had been taken and then turned into the now massive painting before him.

Though the painting held twelve faces, the only one that stood out to Lucifer was yours. Seated in the center of the painting between Simeon and Solomon, even through an oil painting you seemed radiant and full of life. His heart swelled at the sight of your smile, it almost felt like you were here with him.

“I regret not getting to know you better,” The words leaving Lucifer’s lips on impulse “I spent too much time paying attention to insignificant details when I should have paid more attention to you.”

You looked absolutely perfect in your uniform, though you mentioned several times off hand how you hated the way it looked on you. Lucifer always thought it was odd how you complained about your self, you were absolutely stunning regardless of the occasion.

The only silver lining in your departure was Lucifer had managed to secure a pact with you before leaving, his mark forever on you wherever you went. Though he wished he himself could be there instead.

“If I had a second chance to do it all over again I would,” the first born felt his cheeks warm “but this time I would dedicate myself to you.”

“Well, here’s your chance Morningstar.”

Lucifer turned sharply, ready to destroy whoever dared to impersonate your voice, only to be met by you standing rather close behind him. It took a few minutes for his brain to register that you were in fact standing there, a sly smirk on your face with arms crossed, and not a figment of his imagination.

“How long have—”

“Long enough to know that you missed me deeply!” You teased.

“I don’t understand, how are you here?” A smile taking over as his cheeks continued to turn pink.

“Diavolo reached out and asked if we would like a second year in the exchange program, I decided I missed you idiots enough to come back, so here I am.” You paused for a moment, taking in the view of a rather flustered Avatar of Pride, before hugging him.

Lucifer was still stunned at your appearance but felt a wave of relief wash over him as your arms wrapped around him. He would expect this level of affection from you towards his brothers, but to have it for himself was dreamlike. Maybe it was just the forming of your pact but Lucifer felt as if your bond had grown significantly even with your absence.

“I’m excited to be back for another year!” You chimed. Lucifer quickly thanked Diavolo in his mind for giving him another chance at this, he started to think of ways to show you how much he missed your presence. He wrapped his arms around you gently and gave a soft chuckle.

“As am I.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer fluff #kats 200+ event

[muchosbesitos]

imagine Peter on a date with Mj but he forgot that the date night was “that” night of his “monthly man spider Shenanigans” so either there’s a werewolf moment or he slowly mutates.No worry Mj doesn’t get hurt they’ll reinvent the date

later time

pairing: peter parker x mary jane reader

contents: hair color specified (red), reassurance, and mutation (fur, fangs, and eight eyes 🥸)

author’s note: so i wasn’t sure what version of peter you wanted so i went ahead and just used tobey’s (sorry if that’s not what you wanted)

word count: 3.4k

The world seemed to disappear beneath your feet as you moved across the stage, the lights accentuating every movement that you made. All that mattered in this moment was you and the scene, that strive for perfection that you needed so badly. The weeks that you spent at your vocal coach's office proving themselves in this very moment. Every line that you delivered had the right amount of inflection, every line spoken with just enough volume that even those in the back could hear. Your movements halted as the music stopped, at the mercy of what the director would say about your performance.

"No," the director told you out flatly, the smile on your face fading away slowly. The clapping from the other aspiring actors quickly dimmed down at your rejection. The words didn't materialize in your head until you looked around to see that the rest of the cast was looking at you expectantly, a look of pity painted on their features. "Excuse me?" You asked, a bit dumbfounded as you stood in place. “I said no. We have plenty of girls like you. We're looking for someone younger, maybe someone blonde," the director didn't bother looking up this time before calling out the next person on stage.

After basically being forced to make your way off from the stage, you found yourself walking down Broadway. the path back home ignited a hollow feeling inside of you, seeing everyone's name up on the posters hanging on the wall except for your own. You should be used to this kind of rejection, since it's what you've managed to make of yourself during the multiple castings you've gone to. No matter how many times you got told no though, you couldn't help but feel the fresh sting coursing through your veins at knowing that you weren't good enough. You weren't good enough for your dad, not for the casting directors, and certainly not for Broadway.

Your attention was derived from the thoughts running through your head when you heard some cheering in the background, your eyes focusing on the swinging vigilante saving a kid from a burning building. The crowd burst out into cheers as spider-man set down the kid onto the pavement, a woman running over to the child and wrapping her arms around him in a protective matter. "Oh thank you, Spider-Man! You saved my little boy!" the woman exclaimed, tears streaming down her face from the sheer joy and shock running through her body. The praise flew straight to Peter's head, eagerly hugging the woman back after she'd embraced him.

You knew that you shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't feel jealous for all the attention that he received from the public. It'd taken Peter a while to stop being seen as a public menace to be seen as someone who wants to save the city. But you couldn't help feel a bit bitter at the recognition that he got from the people of New York, the way that they cheered him on like he was their idol. It only made you long for that feeling of being admired, of being the reason that someone gets excited. You shook your head as if that would get rid of the thoughts clouding your mind, making your way back home after the excitement of the scene died down.

"I got an alert that there was a pretty lady needing my help around here," you heard from above you, your boyfriend swinging upside down as he looked at you. "Really? Wonder where she is," you responded, coming closer to him as you slid his mask up to his nose. You hadn't seen Peter in a while due to your conflicting schedules, you with your acting career and him busy with school and his photography gig. He came down to the ground, holding you close to his body before sticking to a wall as a method to get back home faster. No matter how many times you do this, the sensation of being up in the air and looking down at everyone was something you'd never really get used to.

Peter set you down at the living room, sliding off his mask and starting to take off his suit. "How'd it go at the auditions? I’ve heard you rehearsing a couple times but I didn't wanna bother you," Peter inquired out of the blue, the rejection now making a forefront at the center of your brain. "Well, I got rejected. The director said I'm not exactly what they're looking for," you responded, sitting down on the couch as you rubbed your temples. You could tell that Peter was growing exhausted from being the primary provider between the two of you, since you didn't get a 9-5 job just in case an audition would open up just for you. Despite the exhaustion that he felt, he'd never say anything to discourage you from what made you happy.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get your big break sometime soon," he told you as he sat down next to you, holding your hands in his own. "I just don't get what i'm doing wrong. I put my all into that performance and he said I wasn't good enough because I wasn't blonde," you told Peter, a couple tears making themselves known as they streaked your cheeks. "It's his fault for not recognizing your talent, MJ. You're perfect the way you are to me, red hair and all," he whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hands. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, simply holding you until you felt better.

"I'll see you later, I have to get to class before they mark me absent again," Peter spoke up after a while, rushing to change into his streetwear. You stayed seated on the couch, looking at him as he went through the motions of getting dressed. "Do you resent me in any way?" You asked him quietly, his gaze going from the belt he was trying to buckle to your eyes. "Of course not. You're going for something that you want, I could never resent you for that," he answered you, leaning over and kissing your forehead before he grabbed his backpack. You were left at square one, having to look through different casting calls and calling the few actor friends that you'd made throughout the journey.

After a few calls, you'd come up with no results or rejection under the prose that directors were simply searching for someone else. You buried your head into your pillow to wallow over the mess that your career had turned out to be, willing yourself not to burst out crying for the second time today. Just when you were thinking about running off to a farm and raising a couple cattle to make for a profit, your phone rang in your pocket. "Hello?" Your voice came out muffled as you answered the call, expecting it to be Peter or Aunt May. "Mary-Jane Watson, right?" The director from earlier asked, already sounding unimpressed with the way this conversation was headed.

"Yeah, that's me," you managed to answer after a couple seconds, pulling the pillow off from your face and straightening yourself out as if he could tell your appearance wasn't exactly Broadway worthy right now. "So, the actress that's playing Maisie called in to say she has pneumonia. The role's yours if you wanted it, the character description fits you pretty well and it's still a pretty big supporting character," the director told you, a bit of excitement and disappointment combined flaring you up at the prospect. "Uh, sure, I can do that. When do rehearsals start?" You asked him, making a mental note of all the details that he was giving you. You were excited to have the chance to act on the big stage but you wished that it wouldn't be because someone was out sick.

Peter came back home a couple hours later, coming over to kiss your cheek once he set his backpack down. "Hey, how'd your afternoon go?" He inquired, sitting down on the couch next to you as his hand rests on your knee. "It was alright, I called in to a couple friends but they said that there weren't any rehearsals available," you responded, leaning against him a bit. "Don't stress out too badly about it, something will show up before you know it," he told you, his thumb circling around your knee. "Well, about that actually. The director from earlier called and said that i could have a role in the play. Not the role I wanted, but a role's a role," you added after a couple seconds, watching as Peter grinned down at you.

"That's amazing MJ! We should go out and celebrate," Peter told you with a smile, clasping your hands in between his. You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be celebrated, that you were simply just a second option. That you were just taking scraps from what another actress couldn’t have. But instead, you chose to swallow those words and nod meekly at him at the suggestion. "Okay, that sounds good. Do you have someplace in mind?" You asked Peter, forcing yourself to act excited about the prospect of the dinner. "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could out to that restaurant that just opened up downtown," he replied, the place making you feel a bit nervous. You knew that you and Peter's economic status wasn't exactly the best, but you weren't gonna say anything that might embarrass him.

You simply nodded along to the suggestion, smiling as Peter kissed your forehead. "I'm just gonna go out on patrol to make sure that everything's okay before we out and relax. Is that okay with you?" He told you, waiting for you to approve before he went to put on the spidersuit. You were pretty sure he would've gone even if you said no, but he still liked to have the assurance that you'd be okay with it. You figured you still had a couple hours before he came back, choosing to go over the new lines that you'd been assigned. While rehearsals didn't start until next week, you didn't want to appear unprepared after already being the last resort.

"Hey MJ, wake up," you heard a faint voice in the background, Peter already having changed from his spidersuit into a formal suit. It was an odd sight to see him dressed up, so you took a couple moments to let the sight sink in before you stood up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. I’m just gonna go and take a quick shower before we go," you told him, stepping off to the bathroom to hurry up and get ready. You'd fallen asleep while you were going through the process of highlighting your lines, some of the ink apparent on your cheek. You washed it off, getting in the shower to start the notions of getting ready. Despite the initial reluctance that you'd had about going out tonight and spending money, you couldn't deny that it was exciting to get dolled up.

You picked out a green dress for the night, the color matching the color of your hair perfectly. After taking your hair out of the towel, you dried it out before curling it in a beach wave style. You walked out of the bedroom after putting on a pair of heels and doing something light for your makeup, looking up at peter with a smile on your face. "How do I look?" You asked him, doing a small twirl. He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, just enjoying the comfort of being in your embrace for a couple seconds. Your relationship with peter had been nothing short of difficult, with the amount of breakups the two of you had under your belt, but you couldn't help but enjoy these moments between the two of you. Perhaps that's why you kept coming back for more.

"You look stunning, like someone that's definitely made for Broadway," he finally spoke up after a couple seconds, stepping back to extend his hand towards you. You grabbed his hand, following him out of the apartment. "Alright, grab on. The subway's delayed today," Peter spoke up, letting you hold onto him before he took off swinging. What would've been an hour long trip and three different subways turned into a fifteen minute adventure between the two of you. You fixed up your hair after the wind had messed it up a bit, following Peter inside the restaurant. "Hi, I have a reservation for Parker. two," Peter told the woman at the front, the two of you waiting as she scrolled through her computer to confirm.

"Alright, follow me," the waitress told the two of you, taking two menus off a stand before leading you two outside. "You'd requested a table outside, right?" The waitress asked to confirm, being met with Peter's curt nod as he pulled the chair back for you. You sat down and grabbed your menu, starting to look through the options. You couldn't help but notice just how expensive everything was at this place, your eyes drifting up from the menu up to Peter. "You sure we can afford to eat here?" You asked him quietly, not wanting to get anyone else's attention. "I wouldn't have brought you here if I couldn't afford it. Just order whatever you want without worrying about the price."

The waitress came back with the drinks the two of you had ordered, setting them down before taking out a notepad. "What would the two of you like to order?" she asked, tapping her pen against the notepad. You gave her your order first, Peter speaking up after you did. "Sounds good, I'll be back with your orders," she responded, grabbing the menus from the two of you before retreating back into the restaurant. "So how's it been going with your boss? Is Mr. Simmons still giving you a hard time?" You asked, taking a sip from your drink as you waited for his response. "Somewhat, though it's not really directed towards Peter Parker but Spider-Man instead. Really hates that guy," he responded, going on to ask you about the rehearsal you had lined up.

Peter's eyes turned into a dark shade of red in the blink of a moment, his jaw clenching tightly. It was hard to comprehend how'd he just gone from having a conversation to going into this sort of.. metamorphosis. He'd transformed into something completely foreign to you in just the span of a couple seconds, the moonlight behind the two of you only making seem to process speed up even faster. His face was now covered up in fur, fangs poking out of his mouth, and his eyes had multiplied by four. He blinked a couple times, like he wasn't sure if this was a dream or it was happening in actuality. You reached over to touch him, only to get rejected before your hand even reached him. "No, don't touch me. I'm a monster," he mumbled, his fangs obstructing most of his mouth.

Despite his current state, you could feel the embarrassment radiating off his body as he flipped the table over in a frenzy to walk away. You left behind money for the two drinks and a tip before the waitress got a chance to come back. "Sorry about the table!" You called out before taking off running in the general direction Peter had taken in. He'd managed to get away in the time you'd done the task, leaving you to look around in a frenzy for him. You approached him slowly once noticing him in an alleyway, the way that one would to a stray dog. You bent down to his level, taking his now furry hand into your own.

"Hey, it's okay. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're not a monster," you spoke quietly, wanting to give him some reassurance about the situation. "I'm sorry I ruined the dinner, I should've known but I've been so stressed out and caught up with all these things that I forgot," he spoke up, his voice coming out a bit garbled from the elongated fangs. "It's just a dinner, we can make it up. Come on, let's go home and wait for this to wear off," you told him, getting up and extending your hand to help him. He seemed to be doing better this time around, grabbing your hand as he got up from the dirty floor. The discarded dinner was the last thing on your mind at the moment, all you cared about was getting Peter somewhere he felt comfortable being.

The two of you took an alternative way home to avoid attracting anyone's attention, the way back home silent apart from a couple crickets chirping in the background. "So.. how long has this been going on?" You asked him after a while, wanting to understand more about his situation. "It's been going on since the symbiote morphed with me, usually I am aware of the calendar of when the symptoms come back. But I've been busy working extra shifts to take you out to dinner," he responded after a couple seconds, making you feel slightly guilty for how hard he's been pushing himself. "I'll get a job if it doesn't work out this time," you promised him, being met with eight eyes in response.

"You're not gonna do that, you're not gonna give up on what you want," he whispered, making you feel comfortable despite the state he was in. All the initial jealousy that you felt towards him faded away at seeing what he truly dealt with as Spider-Man, that he was much more miserable than he liked to portray. "Is there anything I can do to make this process easier for you?" You asked him, handing him a bottle of water from the fridge. "It doesn't hurt or anything, all there is to wait it out. I am a bit hungry though," he responded, almost sounding a bit guilty that he was burdening you with the mess. "I'll make you something, just sit there a sec."

You walked into the kitchen and put the skills that you'd attained working at the diner, making him a grilled chicken sandwich with a couple of fries. You set down the plate for him, sitting down on the opposite side. An idea occurred to you in that moment, grabbing a candle that you'd bought earlier this month during a sale and lighting it up between the two of you. "It's not a fancy dinner, but it'll do for now," you spoke up when he looked up from his plate, taking a bite out of your sandwich. "Thank you. for being understanding about all this. I know it's not everyday that you see your boyfriend turn into a man-spider."

"Well it's a nice change from Spider-Man," you responded light-heartedly as you dipped your fries into ketchup. The dinner between the two of you was nicer that you could've imagined, despite the fact that it didn't end the way you thought it would've. You stayed by his side throughout the whole process, watching intently just in case he had the urge to go outside or anything. he held you in his embrace, the fur covering his body adding to his body warmth as he made you comfortable. "It's almost Harry's anniversary," he spoke up after a while, his voice sounding somber. "We'll go out to the cemetery and put some roses down. Just worry about yourself right now," you told him, your hand intertwined with his. "I love you. I'm sorry I don't tell you often."

"I know. Your actions speak louder than you do," you told him, slowly starting to doze off just from how comfortable and at peace you were in that moment. Peter stayed quiet after you said that, his hand gently tracing up and down your arm as the two of you slowly started to grow more sleepy. "I love you too, by the way. I never tell you that enough and I'm sorry for the way that I act towards you," you told him, wanting to convey just how much you cared about him in this moment given how vulnerable he was. "I know, don't worry. Your actions are pretty loud too."

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[separatist-apologist]

We Never Go Out Of Style

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Summary: When Gwyn breaks up with her boyfriend on the eve of Nesta's destination wedding, Nesta Archeron has only one objective: set Gwyn up with her high school crush.

Note: Based on this tweet from @heathermcwrites: "One of my bridesmaids just broke up with her bf who was supposed to come to my wedding & I was sad for her for about 3 seconds until I remembered that her crush will also be at the wedding (single) and I'm now more committed to this 2nd chance romance than to my own marriage."

"I should also note that this is a destination wedding so there are EVEN MORE opportunities for uh…shenanigans"

Read More: Chapter 1 | AO3

Gwyn woke to the wheels of the plane jolting on the runway. Her face was plastered against the plastic wall just beside the window and her whole body was still from leaning at such an odd angle. She stretched out her legs and turned to see Azriel slumped over, head on his shoulder, arms crossed against his chest. For one blissful moment, Gwyn forgot what they’d done in that bathroom. She was back in high school, admiring the man beside her.

The plane bounced again and she was reminded when her body clenched around the phantom feel of his cock thrusting into her. Oh God. She’d had sex in an airplane bathroom with a stranger. And she hadn’t even been drunk. What was wrong with her?

Azriel opened one hazel eye and then the other, rubbing them with the heel of his hand. He stretched, looking over at a practically vibrating Nesta and a barely awake Cassian. He looked over at her and blinked, a slow smile creeping over his face. He was remembering too. In the light of the new day, Gwyn wondered if she hadn’t made a horribly impulsive mistake. 

There was no time to discuss it with him. The minute all the lights went off on the aircraft, everyone was in the aisles grabbing their things. 

Azriel grabbed her bag and kept the rising swell of people trying to shove past from trapping her in her chair. Gwyn’s eyes settled on his arms, still covered in tattoos, and wondered absently what they meant. She’d never found out, hadn’t thought to ask last night when his tongue had been in her throat. 

She shook her head, grabbed her suitcase, and made her way down the ramp. Azriel kept pace, courtesy of his much longer legs. He said nothing at all—he merely followed Cassian’s bulky frame through the half empty airport. It was here that Emerie finally caught up with Gwyn, all but slamming into her back. Emerie flung her arm over Gwyn’s shoulder.

“Did you get any sleep?” she asked. Gwyn panicked for a moment as Azriel glanced over, letting them fall behind. 

“A little,” she admitted. “My neck is wrecked, though.”

“Same,” Emerie admitted. “How are you doing?”

Ah, hell. Gwyn smiled and told her friend, “I’m fine. I swear.”

“It’s just…everyone is coupled up and…” Emerie trailed off awkwardly. 

“I’m fine,” Gwyn insisted, pulling out her passport. She was better than fine, given she’d had sex six hours earlier to the man walking four feet ahead of her. 

“Well, I’m not gonna ditch you. And I heard Lucien talking earlier, apparently this island is big enough that a lot of people stay at the resort. So there will be all kinds of opportunities for shenanigans. If you want them, anyway.”

Great. 

Gwyn smiled. Emerie was so nice, was her best friend. She cared. She also didn’t know that Gwyn was lying about Jonathon for purely selfish reasons. She swallowed, her guilt pricking in her stomach. She was saved by the line pushing her forward. Gwyn collected her passport stamp at the same time Nesta did.

“Hey,” Nesta said with a breathless smile. “Can I ask a favor? Do you mind swapping rooms with Elain and Lucien?”

“What’s wrong with their room?”

“Nothing,” Nesta said easily, looking over her shoulder, likely for Cassian. “It’s just, when I booked yours I sort of assumed Jonathon was thinking about proposing so I wanted it to be extra romantic—”

“Oh,” she interrupted. “Yeah, no, they can have it.”

Nesta bit her bottom lip. “You don’t mind? Theirs shares a door with another room but as long as you keep it closed you won’t have to interact with them.”

“Who is on the other side?” 

Nesta offered an apologetic smile. “Azriel. When I set it all up, he said he didn’t mind and Elain and Lucien waited until the last minute to get back to me so—”

“That’s fine,” Gwyn replied, unsure if she was being honest or not. She certainly didn’t want to be in a room that was so ridiculously romantic all she could think about was Jonathon…and at the same time, Gwyn wasn’t sure sharing a door with Azriel was smart, either.

“Elain’s going to be so excited. Thank you for this. I know it’s a lot–”

“It’s nothing,” Gwyn promised as Emerie came up, beaming at Nesta. “I want this to be a perfect two weeks for you.”

“Miss getting married,” Emerie added, the three falling into step. For a moment they said nothing at all, drinking in the glass window pouring in warm sunlight and the scuffed linoleum beneath their feet.

“I’m getting married!” Nesta exclaimed loud enough that passersby all turned to look. Gwyn and Emerie grinned, well aware that it had taken a full decade to get to this moment. Gwyn glanced over her shoulder to Cassian, talking to Azriel quietly though his eyes were on Nesta. They were always on Nesta, always had been. What was it like for him, she wondered? If Nesta was excited, how did Cassian feel? He’d been in love with her as long as she’d know him.

It took forever to collect their suitcases from baggage claim and Gwyn was once again reminded that having a bright colored suitcase spared her from having to lift every black one like Cassian and Rhys did. Elain had done the same with a pink and purple floral pattern Lucien grabbed almost instantly. It was just smart. 

“I’ll take that,” Azriel said, grabbing the handle of her larger back so she didn’t have to drag two behind her. Those were the first words he’d said since they’d landed.

“You don’t have to,” she breathed. She’d forgotten how deep his voice was, made worse when it was rough from sleep. 

“I know,” he scoffed, following Cassian out of the sliding doors. Eris had arranged for a van to pick them all up—another hour long drive to the dock, and then a forty five minute boat ride from the mainland to the island. Gwyn was exhausted just thinking about it. 

“You look dead on your feet,” Azriel added with one arched brow. She looked up, surprised to see that at this angle, there was a tattoo creeping from beneath his shirt over his neck. She hadn’t noticed before, but the whorling black ink looked nice against the warm brown of his skin. All of it—from his slightly stained fingers to the tattoos gracing so much of his skin, to his casual hair flopped in his bright eyes—gave him an aura of danger.

She could admit it was nice when Azriel hauled her bags into the back of the massive, white van. All Gwyn had to do was pick a seat, settling herself between Nesta and Gwyn right in the back. Mor clambered back with them, nervous beside Emerie. There was some weird history between her and Nesta that Gwyn didn’t know about, though it made her suspicious all the same. She wanted to support Emerie and she also didn’t want one wrong thing happening during Nesta’s wedding.

If it bothered Nesta, she didn’t say. She put her head on Gwyn’s shoulder while the rest of their group loaded in. They weren’t the only ones who were exhausted. Elain and Feyre all but stumbled up, helped by Lucien, his hair pulled off his face in a messy bun. Rhys’s eyes were smudged purple and when he plopped into his seat, the whole van rocked a little. Only Cassian and Azriel seemed like they were doing alright. 

“Group nap when we get there?” Nesta called once the doors shut.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Lucien agreed from the front, his arm around both Feyre and Elain. 

Gwyn didn’t fall asleep, but she didn’t participate in the alphabet game with Cassian and Rhys and Lucien, either. Her eyes felt heavy and when they stopped at the docks and realized they’d have to wait a full half hour before the boat arrived, she understood why toddlers so often threw themselves on the pavement and screamed. 

The air was warm, the sun bright, and the town they stood in was exactly how she imagined. Narrow, cobblestone streets were lined with houses built centuries before. Draped in leafy vines and bright colored awnings, it was all old world charm. The air was salty and maybe a little fishy, but had the distinct scent of citrus laced beneath it. She itched to explore. She’d have to ask if they could take the ferry back and forth or if they were bound to the island the whole time.

The boat came and Azriel wordlessly continued carrying her bag, much to the approval of Nesta. 

“Az is being nice,” she murmured to Gwyn, unaware of just how nice Az had been. “I saw he sat with you on the plane.”

“I asked him to,” Gwyn admitted, climbing the steps to the rocking boat. “I needed someone to block you and Cassian sucking face for nine hours.”

Nesta laughed. “You didn’t catch us try and join the mile high club,” she all but whispered. “The stewardess was all over that. She sent me back to my seat before I even got halfway there.”

“I wonder if someone else tried it first,” Gwyn pretended to muse as she gripped the metal railing of the boat. Nesta shrugged.

“It’s probably a shitty place to have sex, anyway.”

Gwyn didn’t respond to that. She’d come on that bathroom sink for the first time in months. It wasn’t that Jonathon was necessarily bad at sex—he knew how to get her off. It was that he was lazy and too often didn’t want to do any of the work that was required in order for her to enjoy herself, too. Sex too often felt like a negotiation, a constant disappointment when he’d come and then promise to make up for it next time.

There were hundreds of little IOUs like that, all disregarded. She gripped the railing tighter, suddenly irritated that Azriel had spent more time trying to get her off without even asking, all in service of a very quick fuck while Jonathon had years.

She pulled her phone out, annoyed to see three missed texts from him.

You’re being immature. Call me, please?

Did you land safely? I’m worried about you. Call me, please. 

This is especially low for you, Gwyneth. Call me so I know you’re okay.

He’d been doing it ever since she left, begging and demanding she call. Gwyn knew what happened if she did—he’d immediately reshift the focus back to the breakup so he could argue with her endlessly. Jonathan thought he could logic his way back into their relationship. That she’d merely panicked when he mentioned marriage and he could calm her back down.

It was, frankly, insulting. 

They arrived on the most gorgeous island Gwyn had ever seen. Sparkling water lapped against undisturbed white sand and the resort itself had been built to look like the village they’d just come from. Greenery draped over the sprawling sandstone and Gwyn suspected the mosaiced white and blue tile floors were meant to evoke something distinctly Roman. 

Eris Vanserra was waiting inside in a breezy white shirt utterly unbuttoned. He watched them step into the lobby with narrowed eyes, his hair an exact match for Lucien’s. The beautiful, tall blonde beside him squealed when she saw Elain and Gwyn assumed that was how Nesta had ended up here without having to pay for it. Elain had pulled major strings—or her husband had. Either way, no one said one word to Eris as he checked them in and passed out room keys. 

They were villas, so expensive that when Nesta was told the final price she blanched. Eris said nothing at all, a sunburned arm hanging off his chattering wife. They looked refreshed but Gwyn was looking forward to falling face first onto a mattress and slipping into oblivion.

112

She took her bags from Azriel who offered a tight smile, and made her way back out in the brilliant, sunlit courtyard. A huge marble statue poured water into more blue tile, shaded by lovely trees bearing limes that Gwyn could reach up and grab. She didn’t have hands for it, so instead she rolled her bags over the sidewalk until she reached her door.

Azriel was just behind, frowning as he looked at his key.

“One twelve?” he asked.

Gwyn had to double check. “Yeah. Nesta asked me to swap with Elain and Lucien.”

There were two doors right next to each other, labeled 112A and 112B, but her key just said 112. She pressed it against the sensor and it clicked open. Both her and Az stepped into the dark, air conditioned foyer and understood instantly what Nesta must not have. The “door” connecting their rooms, set against the far left wall, merely opened his bedroom into the kitchen and living room.

“Ah…” Azriel began, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m sure Nesta didn’t realize,” Gwyn breathed, heart pounding in her chest. She left her things in the open living room, ignoring that there was a literal hot tub on the balcony they shared overlooking the ocean, for the other bedroom.

The one she’d just walked into was a small double but this was massive, something bigger than a king draped in pretty white linen and framed with a black headboard. It had an attached bathroom with a couples skin and another jetted bathtub. 

“I’ll take the other—”

“We’ll share,” he scoffed. “Nesta’s fuck up works in our favor.”

“I’m not having sex with you,” she said, earning a raised eyebrow. “Lucien Vanserra promised a group nap.”

He shrugged off his bag. “As long as you’re in the same bed as me, I don’t care what you do.”

Gwyn swallowed. 

How could she argue with that?

AZRIEL: 

Gwyn passed out almost immediately on the white and turquoise sheets but for Az, he thought the best way to deal with jetlag was to suffer through the day and sleep at night. Cassian would be at the bar and Rhys too, if they were lucky. Rhys, for all the messing around he did with the youngest Archeron, was also single which meant he and Azriel could get in a little trouble if they wanted.

Inside the main lobby, branching from where they’d checked in, was a bar and a restaurant. Cassian was already waiting in a breezy hawaiian shirt and board shorts while beside him Rhys had opted to go shirtless. It was working for him—a group of women a good decade older than him were eyeing Rhys with interest.

“Took you long enough,” Cassian complained, nodding towards the menu of drinks. Az dropped onto the barstool.

“Fuck up with the room kept me. Nesta gave me and Gwyn the same room.”

“Ah, shit,” was Cassian’s only response. “Want me to talk to her about it? I know she’s stressed—”

“No, don’t bother her. There are enough beds.”

“But does the door lock, or is Gwyn gonna see you fucking constantly?”

Azriel met Rhys’s stare. “It has a locked door.”

Cassian and Rhys nodded, no longer interested in his messed up room. Azriel wasn’t disappointed at all. In fact, as far as he could tell, Nesta had done him a massive favor. He wouldn’t have to explain what he was doing in her villa when he inevitably got caught. Now he could stroll in and out, hair fucked up, dick still wet and no one would think it was strange.

All he wanted to do was fuck her again. He’d been dreaming about it on the plane, had thought of little else on the drive over. Now she was in the bed he very much intended to share with her, face down in a pillow, snoring slightly.

Azriel let Cassian order a margarita for him, refocusing on the conversation. Not everything was about pussy and Azriel was hardly hurting for it. He and Rhys took a drink at the same time, noses wrinkled when that tequila all but smacked them in the face.

“Oh shit,” Rhys grinned. “This tastes like bad decisions.”

“Don’t get shit faced on night one,” Cassian grumbled. “Wait until tomorrow when I can participate.”

“Nesta keeping the leash tight?”

Cassian’s eyes tightened. There was no love lost between Rhys and Nesta—and Cassian would fight about it. Nesta didn’t know but Azriel did given he had sided with Cassian in the ugliest fight the three of them ever had. You didn’t come between a man and his girl and there was nothing wrong with Nesta to start with. Rhys didn’t like she’d let Cassian hang on, but Cassian could have walked away at any point. He wanted to stay. 

Just like Rhys was doing with Feyre, though Azriel supposed the irony was lost on him. 

“She wants to be together,” Cassian told Rhys, his whole body tense. Waiting for some shitty remark that would fuck this whole thing up. Rhys took another drink.

“Makes sense. Think she’ll be mad if we go to the beach early? Just to see?”

“Probably,” Cassian hedged, one leg sliding to the floor. “But only if she knows, so keep your big fucking mouth shut.”

Both Azriel and Rhys mimed zipping their lips. It was practically old times, trailing after Cassian knowing they were up to no good. A thrill raced through Azriel, even if the thrill was merely not getting caught by Nesta. 

Azriel regretted not changing the minute his tennis shoes hit the sand. He scrambled, kicking out of them knowing full well the sand would remain forever, yanked off his shirt, and trailed after Cassian and Rhys into the bath water warm ocean. They were still holding their margaritas, floating in the crystal water beneath a fading afternoon sun.

“This is perfect, I almost don’t even care it was a Vanserra who paid for it,” Cassian groaned, reclining his head just in time for a wave to splash against him. 

“Forty fucking thousand dollars,” Rhys said gleefully. “What does Elain have on him?”

“Apparently she introduced him to his wife,” Cassian told them. “And he’s real soft for her. Better his money than mine. I couldn’t afford this shit.”

“Is he going to hang around the whole time?” Azriel asked. Something about the Vanserra’s just rubbed him the wrong way.

“We invited him,” Cassian said ruefully. “It’ll keep Elain and Lucien busy.”

Rhys nodded, eyes wide as if to say thank god.

“I saw them on the balcony.” Cassian cringed, telling them all exactly what had been happening out there. Rhy’s eyes went wide with distaste while Azriel merely shook his head. How embarrassing seemed to be the general consensus, though it would have been a little bit of a lie to say Azriel wasn’t jealous. Maybe a little.

Maybe he envied what they had—what Nesta and Cassian had—more than he was ever willing to admit. He kept swearing he was content with work and his hook-ups but there were nights when the loneliness wore on him. When he wished he could text someone and not immediately get a shot of tits as the response. His friends didn’t get it. Well, maybe Rhys did, at any rate. He had that same faraway look on his face. 

No one was right and if they were, they didn’t want him. It had always been that way. Any woman he went after wasn’t interested—Rhysand’s cousin Morrigan (though as it turned out, he wasn’t her type because he wasn’t a woman—and Elain Archeron, not counting a few others afterwards, sporadic people he met who wanted something more, something different, something else.

It was easier to close himself off, to guard himself so carefully no one could get close. It didn’t mean he’d stopped wanting it, it only meant Azriel was too afraid to try. It was on his mind as he plodded back to the room he was now sharing with Gwyn and hoped, if nothing else, she was awake.

Gwyn was both awake and had clearly just showered, if the wafting floral scent curling through the humid air was any indication. Azriel was drenched and knew he likely smelled like salt water and sunlight. Hopefully it wasn’t a bad combination, though he smelled under his arms as he padded into the bedroom, just to be safe.

She was in a pair of tiny blue shorts and a white tank top so tight she might as well be wearing nothing at all. Azriel halted in the doorway, drinking in the long, wet strands of her hair, her freshly washed face and how fucking pretty she was without a stitch of make-up on. Her body was hot, lithe and curved and lean exactly how he liked it. Gwyn’s teal eyes were staring down at her phone, thumbs typing out a furious message.

“Rough day, baby?” he teased, drawing her attention back to him. Gwyn looked over, dropping her phone as she did a double take. He smothered a smile, running a hand down his naked torso.

That was the reaction he was hoping for. He quite liked the naked appreciation on her face. 

“Is no one treating you right?”

“Shut up,” she replied, cheeks flushed. “Where have you been?”

He shrugged. “Pool.” He didn’t want her to tell Nesta and get Cassian in trouble. 

“I didn’t know the pool was so sandy,” she commented, eyes drifting towards his shins. Azriel was caught, though he said nothing that confirmed or denied her accusation. He merely nodded towards the phone at her feet.

“Who’re you texting?”

Her face darkened. “No one.”

“What did he say?” Azriel wasn’t stupid.

“He just wants to talk,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air with exasperation. “He thinks I’m being irrational.”

“So?” Azriel replied. “What if you were? What would that change?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Then he could address my feelings and we’d get back together.”

He didn't understand. “But…you don’t want to be together.”

“Right.” She was agreeing with him, and yet looking at him like he was the one who didn’t make sense. Azriel frowned, wondering what he was missing. 

“That’s a reason.”

“Yes, I agree. He doesn’t.”

Oh. Oh. “That’s fucking stupid,” Azriel declared, earning a smile from Gwyn. Back on track, though, she was still standing too close to the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony and now close enough to the bed where he wanted to spread her out. 

“Yeah, well, tell him that.”

“Okay,” he agreed, lunging for her phone. Gwyn wasn’t quick enough, fumbling as he snatched it from the floor and opened up the screen of her, Nesta, and Emerie grinning at the camera. The image of her sultry make-up and her slightly smudged lipstick was immediately burned into his brain, traveling down his spine to live in his cock. Jesus Christ she was hot. 

He read the wall of text Jonathon sent with a frown and Gwyn curiously let him. Well–Azriel skimmed it.

-Just make it make sense to me, I don’t understand–

-We were happy and then suddenly you changed your mind, tell me what you were thinking–

–Is this about that retreat in SoHo because–

“What happened in SoHo?” Azriel couldn’t help but ask as he invited Jonathon to play a game of 8ball.

“He says another woman kissed him and she says he kissed her,” Gwyn told him, shame coloring her cheeks. “I don’t know why she’d lie about it.”

“What’s he look like?” Azriel demanded, opening her photos and fuck was he accidentally rewarded with a picture of her tits a mere eight squares up. Hidden between the endless memes she had saved, Gwyn had snapped them from a bedroom, knees tucked beneath her body, dressed only in a lacy, strappy red thong. 

“Pervert,” she hissed, snatching her phone out of his hand. 

“Send that to me,” was all Azriel could think to reply. Why was he talking to her when she was badly needed to be fucked again? Gwyn rolled her eyes, thumb scrolling until she found a picture.

Azriel laughed.

It was a picture of her and another man sitting at a rounded table draped in a white cloth. Clearly at some kind of fancy event, given the sexy, silky green dress all but painted on Gwyn. Her tits were pushed up, her face immaculate. Auburn hair was swept back, her teal eyes tight. Despite her smile, she didn’t look like she was having a ton of fun. Beside her, the reedy, sandy haired brunette had an arm draped around the back of her black chair. He was utterly unremarkable, totally average. Lean and soft, with thin lips and fair skin. His suit seemed ill-fitting and Azriel would have staked his life on Jonathon buying it off the rack. It was complete with a cartoon character printed all over the tie, which made him look goofy as fuck sitting beside the etheral goddess. If Azriel were Jonathon, he’d be miserable too.

“You dated this man?” he scoffed, offering her the phone back. “Was he blackmailing you—”

Gwyn swatted him in the chest. “We met in grad school. He was so interesting back then and I was dealing with the death of my sister…I don’t know. We bonded over late nights and we talked about everything. It changed when he got his PhD and started writing and hanging out with his writer friends…like he was so much smarter and more thoughtful and interesting than the rest of the world. Like what he did mattered and the rest of us were just caught in a rat race. I don’t know. I’m just…I’m tired of hearing endless lectures, I guess.”

“Is that all?” Azriel asked her, both amused and fascinated. C’mon. Tell me something I can work with.

Gwyn, too worked up to realize he was waiting for his moment to pounce, walked across the room to the messy, unmade bed and plopped on the end of it. He was too quick to join her. 

“Everything was a negotiation, but in the bad way. There was never consensus and he’d change the rules to suit him but I was always forced to adhere to them or I was unfair. It was chores or whose job was more important or who was more tired or if I got to come when we had sex—”

There it was.

“He wasn’t getting you off?” Azriel asked, zeroing in on that one little fact. Gwyn looked over, realizing how close he was for the first time. 

“Uh…no,” she admitted, eyes sliding to his lips.

Good job, baby, he praised silently. 

“Tell me,” he murmured, dragging a finger over her bare leg.

“I uh…” she was flushed again. “I need stimulation…”

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed. “Most women do.”

“He didn’t like all the work,” she managed, rushing the words like it embarrassed her to say. “He always talked about his ex who could get off from penetration like I was broken or we could fix it—”

“He didn’t like to eat pussy?” Azriel interrupted, so excited he was practically vibrating. “Is that it?”

She nodded, swallowing hard. Their eyes met.

“I made you a promise,” he reminded her, lips ghosting her own. “Do you remember?”

“Yes,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“I love pussy eating, Gwyn,” he told her, kissing her softly.

“What if I need that every time we have sex?” she asked, clearly testing. Azriel groaned, mostly for theatrics, though the thought was intensely appealing to him.

“Lucky me,” he replied, well aware he could get her off with his fingers if they were in a rush. He’d never forget the airplane, if nothing else, though he was hoping to replace it with a million new memories of fucking her before he sent her on her way. 

“Az—” he silenced her with a kiss, tasting his name on her lips. She was minty and still sweet, her mouth so absurdly inviting that the moment he had his tongue behind her teeth, he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. She was such a good kisser and Azriel was so fussy about it. Too much tongue or not enough always ruined things for him, as did smacking lips or kissing so tight it felt like he might as well be kissing his grandma. There was a sweet spot between practically spitting in his mouth—which he wasn’t against if the circumstances called for it—and nothing at all and Gwyn so effortlessly managed it that Azriel reveled, if only a little.

She practically crawled in his lap, running her hands over his torso and too late, Azriel remembered he was supposed to be going down on her. He was tempted to say fuck it and bounce her on his cock instead. Had she not just told him her ex didn’t care if she finished, was so selfish with his pleasure that it factored into not wanting to be with him, had Azriel flipping her to the mattress with ease.

“To the pillows,” he murmured, watching her through half-lidded eyes. Gwyn bit her bottom lip, scooting up. As he considered the sight before him, he added, “Top off, baby.”

And fuck if she didn’t yank it over her head, revealing pretty, bouncy tits. His whole body was tighter than a bowstring. Had he known on the plane he would have damned them both demanding she take it off. 

Settle down before you fuck this up, he warned himself. It was impossibly hard—both his ability to remain calm at the sight of her nearly barred body and his own cock bobbing between his legs—and yet Azriel managed to get those tiny shorts off her cute ass and onto the floor in record time.

“Pretty, baby,” he murmured, running a hand over the smooth plain of her stomach. 

“What a crime, to have you in bed and not eat you out,” he added as he pushed her thighs apart. That neat patch of hair just above her pussy was taunting him. He lowered himself, keeping his shorts on as an added layer of precaution given the way his cock was practically weeping precum.

He buried his nose in that coarse thatch of hair, running his hands up and down her thighs. She was practically panting with anticipation. He knew it wouldn’t take long, that she’d built this up in her mind and he’d have her shaking and whimpering in five minutes flat. 

He reached up for one of her breasts, tweaking and rubbing the rosy nipple as he lowered his mouth. Eyes on her, the entire time, both to ensure she was enjoying herself and because he found it personally gratifying, Azriel licked a stripe up her pussy.

Gwyn shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t have that, was immediately worried she was imagining the nerd she’d been dating before.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, letting his breath fan against her body. She immediately looked down at him, her lust so apparent in the teal blue that he had to grind himself against the sheets to keep himself together. He already knew he was going to get on his knees and beg to fuck her when this was all over, and pray she told him yes. 

He lost himself in the slick glide of her body, feasting on her pussy like a rabid, wild animal. She tasted good, musky and sweet and so absurdly responsive that every little tug on her nipple or suck of her clit had her moaning and arching. She dragged her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands when she wanted him to go faster, to stay where he was and Azriel would have done anything she asked if it meant she didn’t stop. Would she like it rough? A hand around her neck, his cock brutally pumping in and out of her until they were both sweaty and out of breath? 

He wanted to know. Azriel wanted to know everything Gwyn liked in the bedroom. Every depraved fantasy she had that she’d left unfulfilled, every intimate thing she was too afraid to tell someone.

Her thighs trembled against his cheeks, clenching as her hips arched off the bed. She ground herself into his face, coating him in her release. Just like he’d thought—too fast. He’d teach her, he decided. 

I have nothing but time, some shadowy part of his mind whispered, unbidden though not unwanted. He had limited time—two weeks. He’d sworn it just twelve hours earlier. 

Gwyn shook those thoughts from his head when she pushed him off her. Taking advantage of his stunned thoughts, Azriel found himself pinned to the bed. Her small hands just barely managed to pin his wrists over his head.

“What—”

She kissed him before he could respond, keeping him pinned in place like something from a dream. Azriel turned his brain off, letting himself enjoy the feeling of her dripping pussy against his stomach and her fingers pushing against his arms. Her tongue chased the taste of her own orgasm, tangling with his own until he was delirious.

“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered—or maybe he was trapped in a too real fantasy. Azriel opened his eyes slowly, trying to force his mouth to work. What did she say? 

She wants to suck your cock you dumb motherfucker—

“Please,” he begged, unsure what else he could say. He spread his legs as an invitation and Gwyn—sexy, lovely Gwyn—licked down his torso like every fantasy he’d ever had come to life. He was practically vibrating with need when she reached his aching cock. Gwyn ignored it, a taunting smile gracing her lips as she continued between his legs. Azriel groaned, unable to take his eyes off her. He was going to beg if she kept kissing his thighs like she was, if she didn’t—

She licked the long length of him while he was still trying to form his plea. His hips shot off the bed without meaning to, fingers fisting in the sheets beneath him.

“So jumpy,” she teased. “Are you not being sucked properly, Az?”

He didn’t know what to say to that. Was she dirty talking? The best he’d ever gotten was a couple breathy choke me daddy, which while appreciated, had nothing on Gwyn hovering between his legs, holding his cock in her hand while she watched him. Waiting for an answer. 

“Let’s find out,” was the only coherent words he could manage. She smirked, as if she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Gwyn licked again, holding his eyes the entire time. He was going to lose his shit if he wasn’t in her throat in the next ten seconds. Azriel was unraveling, coming apart at the seams. 

She smiled, lips touching his skin. 

“What a crime, to have you in bed and not take the time to properly lick you,” she told him, an echo of his earlier words. “I like how you taste, Az.”

“Gwyn,” he managed, reaching for her hair as she swirled her tongue over the head of his leaking cock. “Baby–”

“Are you going to beg?”

Their eyes met again. He swallowed. “Please,” he rasped. 

Her eyes were amused but Azriel didn’t care, not when she sucked half of him into her throat on the very first pass. He was in both heaven and hell with that first slide of her wet, hot mouth. Reborn and made new, Azriel grunted, forcing his hips from fucking her mouth like he so desperately wanted to.

Had he been taunting her in his head, thinking how quickly she’d come? He was no better, practically an untested teen having his first blow job. If someone had sucked him like Gwyn was back then, he would have ended up as a teenage dad, married and with six kids by then. 

Gwyn moaned, the sound reverberating through him and Azriel arched his neck, holding onto that bed for dear life. White hot arousal was pooling in his balls, threatening to erupt if he didn’t get his shit together. She was sucking him like her life depended on it, like she lived and died worshiping his cock. She was good at it.

No wonder Jonathon was so desperate to get her back. 

“Gwyn,” he breathed, trying to warn her when no amount of clenching could stave off his orgasm. He could feel it barreling through him like a freight train. “Gwyn I’m going to come.”

She was working him with both her mouth and hand, speeding up until he grunted, pushing another inch into her throat without meaning to. Gwyn gagged and yet swallowed everything he offered, the hot pour of come straight into her mouth.

“Come here, come here,” he begged when he was spent, certain she’d take his soul right along with everything else. Azriel kissed her, enjoying the musky taste of her mouth. “Who taught you to suck dick like that?”

“Why?” she asked breathlessly, lips cherry red and swollen.

“So I can thank him,” Azriel replied, kissing her again. She rolled her eyes, stroking up and down his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered, settling into the crook of his arm. Azriel gazed down at her, sliding strands of hair off her face. He knew, in that moment, what he needed to do with her.

Some people brought home little trinkets from vacation. Something small—a snow globe, a shirt, a hat. Azriel intended to bring her home. The next two weeks were merely his best argument for why she should let him keep seeing her when they landed stateside again.

He wanted her to belong to him.

#gwynriel #gwynriel fanfic #gwynriel fanfiction #azriel x gwyn #oops i did it again #i made azriel unbearably hot #you know what though #so was gwyn #i apologize for nothing #they were on my mind today

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Went to the bughunter and the narcissist cookbook in Columbus and hands down it was my favorite show I’ve ever been to, and it was a great first concert to go to by my self

I’m 4’10” so standing shows are usually hell, I either get their early enough to get first row and then have to have the balls to keep it for the entire show or I have to make my own fun in the back of the room

Thankfully I got dead center front row, no one had a better view than me, I knew going into it that I would have access to the bar for water but I was fine with that as long as it didn’t get to hot

Oh dear god did this not go according to plan

So bughunter comes on and he plays and I fucking love every song, even though admittedly I’d only heard them once or twice, but once he starts playing it’s like I magically know the words like I’ve heard it a million times before, they feel like home in a weird way.

But then he stops playing, and I can feel the heat start to get me, I now in the safety of my home can say there were a couple of times in show I felt a little woozy. Which explains my behavior when this random fucking guy noticed I’d been staring at him for a while, well not him but their water, I jokingly tell them this, and with out a thought they offer me a sip, assuring me there was only water and lime in it. And let me tell you that sip was the best water I’ve ever had, better than any 2 am glass, better than fresh ice on a hike. Was it a bad idea to drink from a strangers cup? Yes absolutely. Would I do it again? No probably not. Do I have any regrets? No because this was the thing that made me realize how badly I needed water, but again I can’t lose my spot, so my dehydrated brain comes up with a plan, ask this random guy to hold my spot so I can run out while the crowd is not so packed,slam some water and run back, for some reason trusting people to adhere to the dibs rule

The first part goes off with out a hitch, I run drink some delicious water in cups way to small(for what the place lacked in air conditioning it attempted to make up for it with serve yourself water) and right as I’m heading up for my third cup, the wheels fall off the plan

Because I forgot time was a thing. I forgot that when this tour says 10-15 they mean 10-15. And suddenly the narcissist cookbook, the band that dragged me through my post birthday depression and my finals season anxiety, is playing good morning sunshine, a song I’ve had to stop playing bc I was driving a car and driving and crying is a bad mix.

In an instant the crowd smooshes back into its usual solid form and I’m all the way in the back. I’m debating just making my own fun in the back but no, I need to get back up there. I’m going to do it. At this point I hadn’t even pushed through the membrane of 6’3” guys who line the crowd, to but my height into perspective, I was actually actually scared of getting hit with an elbow to the face on accident so to avoid injury I had to move quick. I spend good morning sunshine behind this wall, always looking for an opening, and then as he’s getting ready for my ass is a dump truck I see it, a couple leaves the row ahead and I go for it. Pushing past people a head of me to get to that bubble. I can now see the guy who’s holding my spot and some of the band

Eventually the band stops to tune a bit and water guy turns around and sees me and pulls me forward, giving me my dead center spot back which is where I spend the rest of the night

I scream sing every song I know and love the ones I don’t

About half way through the set they play their nightly cover which ironically is “let it go” and I swear to god it actually got colder in the room

Anyway that night was awesome, no regrets and I’d do it again in a heart beat

#narcissist cookbook #bug hunter