#to have her cover my neck and face in kiss marks…….. (dies) i literally need it SO bad u dont understand. there r tears in my eyes.
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you drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other ; shoko ieiri
synopsis; shoko makes you a morning cup of coffee; turns out she’s not very good at that, but it’s the thought that counts.
word count; 4.2k
contents; shoko ieiri/reader, gn!reader (but written w a fem!reader in mind), fluff fluff fluff!!, just normal morning shenanigans at the ieiri household, implied stsg (my brand), shoko can be a girlfailure. as a treat, reader is absolutely whipped (and so am i)
a/n; been writing too much gojo n geto lately. neglecting my wife :((((((( let it be known that i am a shoko stan first human second. this one is for my wlws pls eat up!!!!
you wake up to the sound of your girlfriend’s voice.
melodic and soft, low and saccharine; almost like she’s coaxing you out of hiding. a sound so lovely you wish you could drown in it, laced together with a distinctly raspy tilt, one you can only attribute to the copious amounts of cigarettes she smoked back in high school. a leftover residue, bittersweet memories ghosting her lips — one that gets you a little bit weak in the knees.
in the mornings, it’s particularly prominent, a little intoxicating. manifesting itself as a shiver down your spine, a jolt of your heartbeat, a flush on your skin for every word that she speaks. it’s enough to have you slipping from sleep’s embrace, carried back into the cradle of reality.
why you notice her voice first, and not the smell of something burning — or the sound of insistent beeping — is honestly beyond you.
it doesn’t take long for your sleepy brain to react, however, a pang of anxiety rushing through your slumbering veins. hurriedly stirring you awake. abrupting your dreamlike, drowsy state, tangled up in silken sheets with your neck smudged by lipstick marks; an alluring red, one shoko typically favors when she’s going out for a drink. coming home just a tiny bit tipsy, affectionate and giggly.
and when your eyelids finally flutter open, your mind melting into the motion of the waking world, you shoot up in a sudden bout of panic.
because fuck, you belatedly, groggily realize — that’s the fucking fire alarm.
and shoko is spewing curses, from afar, loud enough that you can hear it even through the fog of fatigue that clouds your brain. a raspy string of words that you don’t quite catch, but they’re enough to have you scrambling out of bed, nearly bumping into the doorframe as you kick the blanket off your legs.
”what happened?” you croak out, chest heaving a little, having stumbled into the smoke-filled kitchen. disgruntled, reeling with the aftermath of your deep slumber, cold air nipping at your bare skin. the balcony door is open, and the smell of rain invades your apartment.
when you look out the window, all you see is a gray sky, blanketed by a thick coating of wool. smothered by clouds, not a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cracks. the world smells dewy and sweet, asphalt and flowers melting into a nostalgic fragrance, one that reminds you a bit of high school smoke breaks — huddling under the slide at the nearest playground, watching a pretty girl wrap her lips around a cigarette, exhaling smoke just for it to melt into the pouring rain.
one that reminds you a bit of the woman right in front of you, balancing on a chair and stretching her goosebump-ridden arms towards the ceiling, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. messy hair that cascades down her back, brows furrowed, eyes simmering with irritation — before flitting over to meet your own.
shoko blinks. then sighs. ”you woke up?” she mutters, and you try not to shiver when the tremor of her voice deepens, morning-fatigue seeping into the syllables. “fuck. sorry, i —”
she stumbles a little, shifting her weight from one foot to another, and you take a step forward. on instinct, as if getting ready to cushion her fall. ready to be of service, in any way you can.
”don’t worry,” she fumbles with the fire alarm, clicking her tongue. nails scraping against plastic. “it’s fine, i just need to — there we go.”
finally, the beeping stops. and your shoulders relax, immediately, the tight little ball inside your chest untangling. with a deep inhale, the fragrance of espresso and smoke fills your nostrils, and a sense of calm washes over you. rooting your feet to the floor.
shoko settles down, too, seating herself on the wooden chair. a huff slipping from her lips. they’re smudged, a blurry red she still hasn’t found the energy to wipe away.
bringing a hand up to card through her hair, lithe fingers in between her messy auburn locks, she exhales. a blend between fatigue and relief.
”god. i need a cig.”
a moment passes. she raises her head, and sees the sleepy little pout playing at your lips — her eyes softening. blooming with something fond. giving you a smile, tired, small. but reassuring.
”i’m just kidding, love,” she chuckles. “relax.”
”don’t joke about that,” you frown, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. stifling a tiny yawn. ”.. took me so long to get you to quit.”
(sometimes you can still see the smoke leave her lungs when she exhales.)
shoko keeps smiling, but doesn’t say anything else. the pitter patter of rain against your balcony railing fills the silence of the kitchen, still brimming with a light layer of smoke, slowly dwindling. cold air drawing it out. clad only in one of suguru’s old t-shirts, you shiver, and shoko seems to notice.
“good morning,” she coaxes, opening her arms slightly — and you move forward, a moth to a flame. without thinking. “sorry for waking you.”
she wraps her arms around your waist, attaching her jaw to the curve of your shoulder, and you melt into the embrace. leaning close, to tuck yourself into her neck. she smells like lavender shampoo. “‘s fine,” you mumble, a yawn muffled into her collarbone. “what happened? are you okay?”
when her plump lips press against the sensitive skin of your neck, right next to one of the kiss marks she left there last night, you can’t help but shiver again. she must feel it, because you can hear the smile she’s trying to bite back in her voice when she answers.
“mm,” she hums, a gravelly noise that makes your throat clog up a little. “just burned something, it’s fine. don’t worry.”
tentatively, you take a step back. just to see her. gazing down at her, into her hazel eyes, the fading crescents beneath them. not as dark as they used to be, not as heavy with lost sleep.
shoko is gorgeous. always, every single day, but you think she’s particularly breathtaking like this. when it’s early, and she’s groggy and a little disheveled, eyes weary and lipstick smudged — bra strap close to slipping off her shoulder, black lace against pale skin, moles littering her forearms and chest like star clusters. oversized jeans that expose the curve of her waist, the fat of her hips, and you don’t notice how intently you’re staring until shoko’s raspy voice reaches your burning ears.
“eyes up here, baby.”
you do as you’re told, and she stifles a chuckle. eyes rich with amusement. you try not to blush.
“sorry.” you chew at the inside of your cheek. eyes trailing to the houseplants by the windowsill. “.. you’re just so pretty.”
shoko tilts her head, an exasperated little breath rolling off her tongue. almost a coo. she’s incapable of blushing; but if she wasn’t, you’re sure she'd blush.
“thanks.” her touch is light, fingertips trailing down the expanse of your arm. “you are, too. red is a good colour on you.”
you blink. shoko’s eyes are crinkled at the edges, soft lines of crows’ feet, and you huff when you realize she’s talking about the marks on your neck. suddenly a little self-conscious, you bring a hand up to rub at the skin — as if hoping to wipe them away. you doubt it works. shoko just breathes out an airy chuckle, getting up from her seat.
she looks tired, still. stretching her limbs out, sleepily, blinking drowsily.
and it’s odd, you think. that she got up this early, that she didn’t cling to you and make you stay with her in bed like she usually does. you don’t know anyone who loves sleeping in more than shoko does. especially after a night out.
so it’s strange. very strange.
“hey, sho.”
“hm?”
you tilt your head. “why are you up this early, anyway?”
she blinks, and then glances at the clock on the wall. ticking idly, counting down. when she looks back at you, she’s got a single eyebrow raised. “it’s not really early.”
“for you it is,” you quip, something resembling a grin tugging at your lips. and she rolls her eyes, smiling, before linking her arm with yours. bringing you to the stove.
“i was, uh —“ a pause. she does a little cough under her breath, clearing her throat. “trying to make coffee.”
silently, you look at the mess in front of you; what used to be your squeaky-clean stovetop, now stained with a muddy, rusty residue. an unassuming coffee pot sits to the side, having seemingly boiled over, smoke still drifting up into the air.
shoko cringes, a little, before a wry smile makes its way to her lips. ”it was…” she clicks her tongue. sighing softly. ”an attempt.”
”… wait.” you turn to look at her, dubiously, and she avoids your gaze. ”that’s what you burned? coffee?” still no answer. a tiny smile tugs at your lips, and you can’t help it if your voice comes out sounding a little teasing. ”how is that even possible?”
”look,” shoko exhales, heavy. ”i don’t know, okay? i think it was the coffee grounds, or something. i look away for one second, and it’s just —”
a little giggle slips from your lips, and shoko shoots you a glare. mostly harmless, but she untangles her arm from your own. ”sorry, it’s just —” you apologize, failing to hide your amusement. ”why didn’t you just use the espresso machine, honey?”
she bites her lip, and you think she might be just a little embarrassed. averting her gaze, briefly flitting towards the machine in question. ”… i didn’t know how to use it,” she mutters. ”i’ve seen you do it, obviously, but i never paid attention to the steps.”
a smile graces your lips. consoling. “it’s not that complicated once you know how it works,” you nudge her arm with your elbow. ”it just looks that way.”
she hums. a click of her tongue, as she adjusts her bra strap. ”well, anyway. i tried. so.”
”right.” you try to stifle a grin, to no avail. ”so… you burned your coffee.”
”and woke you up.” she grins, herself, just a tiny bit self-deprecating. but pretty, always, hair falling over her eyes when she tilts her head. ”a mess, aren’t i?”
”not at all.”
shoko looks at you, and your eyes meet hers. unflinchingly. tired irises falling into the gentle hue of your own, trickling down to the curve of your lips. there’s an honesty to your voice that she’s never quite been able to deal with.
(love, she thinks. a kind of love she finds somewhat hard to stomach. a sea of acceptance that she fears she’ll eventually drown in.)
before she can properly fall into a morning spiral, you stretch your neck a bit, idly, and she gets a good look at the red marks littering your skin. the way your pulse beats at the base of your throat. tender, slight, a mantra she’s grown just a little bit addicted to.
”why, though?” you hum, and shoko blinks. snapped out of her thoughts, and back into reality. back into you, the faux pout on your lips. playful, but a little confused. ”i thought i was the coffee brewer of this relationship…”
and it’s true. you’ve been making shoko’s morning cups of coffee for a while, now, even before you moved in together. she likes it black, sometimes with a drop of cream, sometimes with a cube of sugar. never both. you think it’s very like her, to tiptoe that line between bitter and sweet — never entirely giving in to one or the other. there’s a balance to shoko, something stable. something for you to hold on to, a bitter tinge or syrupy taste that always leaves you yearning for more.
truthfully, your coffee brewing skills aren’t anything special. but it makes shoko happy, to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, being able to hug your back. being handed a cup of fresh coffee. sipping from it in silence, muttering out a groggy good morning that makes your heart flutter.
(to you, it’s precious. that lilt of her voice, that bittersweet tinge. the dearest thing in the world.)
plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, shoko furrows her brows. ever so slightly. nails tapping at the edge of the kitchen counter, a series of satisfying clicks against the marble. “… well.”
she clears her throat, but doesn’t say anything else. a moment passes. you try to find the answer in the curve of her lips, the crease of her brow, in the depths of her eyes — but you don’t succeed.
something discomforting settles in the bottom of your throat. almost uncertain, maybe a bit anxious. sheepish, as your tired mind spins in circles. parting your lips. hesitant.
“do you… not like the way i make it?” there’s a dejected tilt to your voice when it spills out, one that makes you feel a little silly. so you smile, or try to, eyes trailing towards the windows; you note that the rain has grown heavier. “i can change how —“
“what?” shoko cuts you off. “no. no, of course not — your coffee’s perfect. honestly.”
again, your eyes meet. and again, shoko seems to be struggling with finding the right words. or maybe she’s struggling to voice them.
“i just… haah.” she brings a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. you just watch, silent, hungry to hear the thoughts she’s not letting you in on.
a beat. again, the sound of the rain against steel railings, the scent of honeydew and concrete. espresso-flavored smoke, almost entirely faded, leaving only cold air to nip at your thighs.
and again, as always, inevitably, your eyes are fixed on shoko — a moth to her flame. helpless to the cinders that ghost at your skin whenever she looks at you. a certain contemplation swims inside her eyes, simmering beneath the surface, as she chews gently at the plush of her lips. before turning to face you.
you can only blink. but shoko finally speaks, clearing her throat in a way that strikes you as rather sheepish.
“well — you’re always the one doing all the work. aren’t you?” her voice trickles out into the air, low and saccharine, a blanket pulled over your shoulders. so soft you hold your breath and strain your ears, just to make sure you hear it. “i guess i figured… i don’t know.”
shoko pauses, again, and you can almost delude yourself into thinking there’s a cherry red tint to the tips of her ears. when she parts her lips, that usually carefree voice of hers sounds almost meek. almost, but not quite. more like unsure. embarrassed?
another moment passes, entirely silent. shoko swallows her pride.
“.. satoru always brags about suguru making him those fucked up sugary drinks he likes,“ she mumbles. turning around, to rest her back against the counter, looking out at the downpour. “says it makes him feel so loved. or whatnot. so i just —“
she waves her hand, haphazardly.
“you know.“
a beat. then another. you can physically feel your lips part, a kind of surprise weaving itself into the contours of your face.
and when you finally speak, your voice comes out a little garbled, scrambling for the right words. not sure if you should feel deeply amused, or just a tiny bit horrified. “wait. you’re saying you…” a moment passes. silent, slow, and all you can do is blink owlishly. in disbelief.
“… got inspired by suguru?”
shoko groans, deep and gravelly, almost comically agonized. covering her face with her pretty hands. “don’t say it,” she pleads, “you’re making it sound as dumb as it is.”
a little giggle slips from your lips. accidental, but she still shoots you a displeased look, huffing under her breath. crossing her arms just to tap at her forearm with her nimble fingers. frowning.
“don’t laugh at me.”
“sorry,” you search for her gaze, but she keeps looking ahead. so stubborn. “i don’t mean to, ‘s just — not very like you, y’know?”
shoko exhales. nearly a huff, but not quite. and you think she must be embarrassed, gnawing at her lip like that, fingers eagerly searching for something to fidget with. it makes you soften, impeccably, the blood inside your veins warming up beneath your skin. stirring you, coaxing you into soothing her. your very own heartbeat seems to be a little enamored with shoko ieiri.
”i appreciate the thought,” you smile. a tender tone, sincere. lingering with amusement. “really. but let’s not base our entire relationship around satoru and suguru of all people, alright?”
and again, she sighs. brittle, a little fatigued. brows scrunching together. ”look, i —”
a pause. she gnaws at her plump bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering like a battered heartbeat. her voice comes out sounding soft, all duvet pillows and fresh lavender, a lilt that anchors you to earth. sweet words. so honest it makes your breath hitch.
”i want to take care of you.”
and this time, you’re the flustered one. burning under her gaze, feeling a heat blossom on your skin. feeling the fervent pitter patter of your heartbeat, as her pretty eyes look into yours. a nice mocha brown.
but even with the fresh embarrassment trickling through your veins, you find it in you to speak. desperate, maybe, to cross the distance between you — even when it borders on non-existent. desperate to feel your heartbeats synchronize, figuratively or literally. to stitch them together.
“i want to take care of you, too,” you echo, looking down at the floor. and then back at your girlfriend. hesitant, a tad shy. but sincere.
a sincerity so palpable it makes shoko feel a little jealous.
(sometimes, she finds herself wanting to put a hand inside your chest. dig around your organs, run her fingertips down every single one, until she finds what she's looking for. that miraculous something that makes you stick around, that makes you so frighteningly easy to love. that makes her want to safeguard you so terribly.)
”then let’s take care of each other,” she breathes, a small smile slipping into the curve of her lips. reaching out to brush against your knuckle, weave your fingers together. delicate.
she clears her throat. “… i guess.”
and you can’t help but smile. somewhat cheeky, a little teasing. “ah,” your eyes crinkle, and you stifle a coo. “did that embarrass you?”
a sharp little scoff. shoko gives you a lazy grin, paired with a soft roll of her eyes. brushing her thumb across your knuckles, even still. “oh, shut up.”
the world seems to still, ever so slightly, as you look into each other’s eyes. like everything else is just background noise, from the pitter patter of the rain to the fading smell of coffee all around you. shoko looks at you like she’s trying to see inside your brain, see what makes you tick, see you for what you are.
and when she eventually leans in for a kiss, you’re pliant. expectant. her lips against yours, breathing you in, as soft as ever. like she’s afraid of getting too greedy. she tastes like nectar and cosmetics.
“give me some time,” she says, after pulling back. hands on your waist, squeezing softly. “i’ll make you another cup right now.”
”sure you don’t want me to do it?” you ask. “i don’t mind.”
another little scoff. offended. ”look, i’m not incompetent, okay? i’m just not used to it.” she untangles herself from you, warmth slipping away. you will yourself not to chase it. “just stand there and look pretty for me.”
and she smiles, when those words make you giggle, infected by your sleepy joy. something soft and silky blooms inside her ribcage, mirrored by the glimmer in your eyes when you intertwine your hands again. fingertips brushing against each other, delicate, a love that’s handled with care.
”.. i like making you coffee,” you whisper after a beat. smiling. under your breath, like you’re telling her a secret. ”it makes me happy.”
a moment passes. something in shoko’s bones still, for a second, enough for you to notice. and her eyes fill with a kind of hesitance. doubt, maybe. or fear.
when shoko opens up to you, it’s always like this. sleepy, rainy days, or tipsy afternoons. in no more than a whisper, a fragile breath, the ghost of a confession. when you can feel her heartbeat, one finger on her wrist, listening to the rhythm of her pulse. intimate. a little clumsy, but…
”i just don’t want you to spend too much of yourself on me.”
the words are spoken in passing, almost casually, a lighthearted kind of resignation. a hungry ghost. one that follows her, follows you. suguru and satoru, too. there’s a lump in her throat, you can tell, something that makes it a little harder to say what she means. an intimacy that frightens her in a way nothing else can; frightened to hold it in her palms, to keep it close without having it break apart.
(not just her — you all are. all four of you. that’s why you've always been together, you think, why you always will be. four hedgehogs huddling together in the cold of night, too desperate for warmth to stay away from each other's spines.)
carefully, almost cautiously, you bring her hand to your lips. as if you’re handling a flimsy sheet of glass. featherlight, a touch so tender you hope she knows what you’re about to say before the words leave your throat.
“you’re worth it,” is whispered against her skin, your lips against her knuckles. shoko softens, but you think the sigh that slips from her lips sounds just a little shaky. “always.”
and finally, you know you aren't deluding yourself. it’s there, visible, the cherry red of her ears; a red that matches the lipstick on your skin. a flush that never travels down to her face. but it’s enough.
she clears her throat. voice beginning to change shape, slowly but surely, morning fatigue peeled off with the ticking of the clock. there’s still a raspy residue, leftover smoke that’ll never quite leave her lungs, but it’s silkier now. trickling like honey from her parted lips.
and it’s terribly soft, her tongue twisting around the vowels, a low lilt that drips with tenderness. she wills herself to smile. tired, but fond. “just let me make you one cup, then.”
so you do.
you let her, after briefly pointing out the functions of the far too expensive espresso machine that satoru bought you when you first moved in, and she listens intently. those pretty eyes, the intelligence behind them, her lips pursed in focus. shoko’s a genius, you’ve always thought — so effortlessly good at memorization, at figuring out how things work. what ties everything together.
you think it’s a little comical that she struggled so much with making coffee, of all things, but you choose to attribute it to her slight hangover.
because she’s focused, when she begins to fiddle with the machine. attentive. as if she’s dissecting it. a satisfaction in the way she moves, the way everything clicks into place as she works. everything serves a purpose, every single part in the machinery, every tube or pump of caffeine. she compares it to the human body, a glint in her eyes, and you can’t disagree.
all you can do is watch her. silently, entirely mesmerized. sitting on the kitchen counter, bare thighs against the marble, swinging your legs. telling her about the dream you had, while she listens. always.
a fresh, thick aroma of espresso and rainwater begins to waft through the apartment. one you drink in, greedy, steam filling your lungs. as you admire how the tiny droplets bounce off the hyacinths blooming on your balcony.
and when she’s finished, producing one cup of espresso, tailored to your liking, you can’t still the beating of your heart. unsure if you should blame it on the caffeine yet to enter your veins, or the proud smile that lingers on your girlfriend’s lips. maybe the way her fingers curl around the handle, the way a soft here, baby, spills from her smudged lips. all of the above, probably.
she’s gorgeous. breathtaking. sometimes you want to give her everything, more than you could live without. your heart, your lungs, your eyes. anything she asks for.
but she would never. all she’ll ever need is for you to keep sticking around, keep telling her about your silly dreams, keep letting her feel the beat of your pulse at the base of your throat. a mantra she’s fallen a little bit in love with.
and when you put your lips against the ceramic, and a bittersweet scent fills your lungs, you think you can taste it. that care, a love soft enough to mend all the jagged edges of your heart.
shoko smiles. smoothing a stray eyelash from your skin, thumb against your cheekbone. “how is it?”
(you swear it’s the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.)
#i love!! my wife!!!!#shoko gap moe is real (and heres why)#i just think she’d be a lil softer around someone she likes . shes awkward w intimacy but she treasures u so dearly :<#dont get me wrong tho she definitely has smth Wrong w her and i love that side of her too!!#i feel like she would joke abt wanting to dissect u (but is it rly a joke 🤨🤨)#if this reader seems more whipped than usual then that is bc im projecting <33 oh to live in a cramped apartment w shoko ieiri …#to have her cover my neck and face in kiss marks…….. (dies) i literally need it SO bad u dont understand. there r tears in my eyes.#title from a clementine von radics poem that i cant remember the name of … all her poems r so shoko coded tho#shoko ieiri#shoko ieiri x reader#shoko fluff#shoko x you#shoko ieiri x you#shoko ieiri x y/n#shoko x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader
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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2
Part One Here
Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.
Please read the note I added at the end of the fic
Genre: angst
Type: drabbleshot
Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,
Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.
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Tomura Shigaraki
It was really all he could do to stare at you.
You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.
You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.
Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.
Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.
You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.
You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.
Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.
You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much
The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.
Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.
“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.
Everything was quiet.
Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.
He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.
You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.
“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.
“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.
“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”
One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.
“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“
“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.
“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“
“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”
“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“
“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.
“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.
You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.
“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself
“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.
And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.
You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.
“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.
You could only imagine his expression.
“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.
“Goodbye.”
Touya Todoroki/ Dabi
It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.
A week since he’d burned you.
Called you inferior.
Threatened to kill you.
Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.
But...
He missed you.
He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.
Maybe he was just being selfish.
Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.
Maybe he needed to call you.
He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.
Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.
“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.
“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.
“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”
“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”
“Mhm mhm!”
“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”
“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”
“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”
“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.
Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.
“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”
“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”
Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.
“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.
You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.
You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.
You were an Angel on earth.
And he’d burnt you.
Called you dirty.
And selfish.
You were anything but.
Ring
Ring
Ring
“Why the hell are you calling me?”
“I-“
“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”
“I don’t hate you...”
“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”
“Baby...”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“
“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”
Yes
“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”
“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”
“I-“
“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”
“You really thought that?”
“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”
“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”
“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“
“Yes you do!”
“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”
“I’m... I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
Beep
Beep
Beep
You were gone.
Shouto Todoroki
If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.
You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.
Did I mention it had been three days now?
It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.
Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.
You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.
Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’
You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.
“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”
You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.
“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”
“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.
“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”
You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?
Not that you could remember.
“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”
You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.
“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”
“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”
Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.
I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?
Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.
But... it felt nice.
You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.
You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.
So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.
Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.
You did deserve better.
You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.
“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”
“What was that second thing?”
“You’re right.”
“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.
“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”
“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”
“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.
You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.
The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants
“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“
“We need to talk.”
“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.
“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”
“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”
“Him?”
“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”
“Shoto what are you talking about?”
“I’m the worst kind of person!”
“No!”
Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”
Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him
“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”
“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”
“Y/n-“
“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.
You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.
You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.
For this boy who’d hit you.
But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.
You’ll see.
Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight
Shit wrong Pomeranian
That’s better
Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.
He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.
He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.
The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.
Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.
“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.
“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.
“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.
A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.
She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.
“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”
“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”
“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.
He’d blown up your eardrums.
He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.
It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.
This was how he’d have to talk to you.
On a fucking whiteboard.
RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.
You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.
“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.
“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.
He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.
Were you scared of him?
Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it
ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)
You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.
分かってる。(Translation: I know)
Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down
どうして？(Translation: Why?)
Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation
私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)
お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)
He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.
私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)
He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.
The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.
You were always thinking about him.
それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)
You sighed, smile falling.
本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)
Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.
Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!
おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)
He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.
He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.
He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.
He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.
He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.
He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.
The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.
オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？
(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)
A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.
He’d be the best boyfriend.
And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.
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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.
Some of these ended in heartbreak
Another ended in a questionable descision
The last ended happily
All of them are different!
I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).
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Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜
-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS
⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex
Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader
-> sorry for any mistakes
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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms
The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger
Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place
Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind
If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top
Your parents raised you to stay away from them
They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child
They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far
They still needed to be able to smell you out
You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger
And you can only explore during the day time
Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you
One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff
This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting
10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene
Your pack… everyone was dead
Blood everywhere
Bite marks all over their body
You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other
You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing
“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late
You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night
Why couldn’t they kill you too?
You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent
Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up
You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind
You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head
The next morning, you woke up in a bed
You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where
His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night
Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic
“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”
You started to freak out
“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”
You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it
However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger
He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room
He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face
You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped
Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help
Your heart crumbled into a million pieces
“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy
“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”
You looked at him, appalled
“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”
You pushed him away from you and slapped him
Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number
“Kill them all.”
You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”
“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”
“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”
Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop
“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”
He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away
The next day was the worst day of your life
They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding
Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin
After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house
Once you got inside you turned around and faced him
“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”
“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach
“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”
“You’re so naive, little one.”
You look at him, dumbfounded
“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”
“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”
“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave
He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling
“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”
You made the worst mistake of your life that night
That was the first time you made him angry
He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you
One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly
Now, you were terrified of him
Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down
All you could think was “why?”
Why was this happening to you?
Why was only your breed being targeted?
Why did he kill all those wolves?
It mentally tore you apart
You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on
Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down
“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up
“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”
You began to panic, so naturally you howled
“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”
Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook
He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust
You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind
You felt disgusting and worthless
Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock
Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day
He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself
You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing
The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath
You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you
Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to
It felt like you were being ripped apart
Especially because it was your first time
“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”
Your voice cracked in between your sobs
You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix
The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder
“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him
He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could
You came around him and thought it was over
Little did you know, it was just the beginning
Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically
You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you
There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs
You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip
And his strong scent made your head spin
You were a helpless, mess
Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline
Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses
Your clit was burning from overstimulation
Your cheek was red and bruised
But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping
You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body
You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible
You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm
You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body
Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out
Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him
He didn’t care that you were unconscious
You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist
This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you
If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live
You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything
After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you
“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”
“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”
He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy
You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best
You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby
Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex
Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could
You were in so much pain but handled it for your child
The next month, you gave birth
You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust
Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse
The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know
After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom
You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest
Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated
You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house
He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn
Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you
“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”
You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep
Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son
“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”
“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”
You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep
When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 
Your heart dropped to your stomach
“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”
He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”
He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down
“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”
“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”
There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated
You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong
You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt
He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts
“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”
Jungkook always gets what he wants
His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt
You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable
You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed
You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad
You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers
“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered
Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby
You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally
An hour after, you had another orgasm
You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent
Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan
He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue
You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets
In the end, you passed out like always
You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son
He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7
So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement
For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly
You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore
He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways
You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line
Jungkook could easily hurt him
He doesn’t really care about your son
(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)
Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness
He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up
He loved having so much power over you
He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life
You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it
There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead
No one dares to mess with him
I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭
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hello! if this isn’t too weird, i’d like to request nagito and his fem s/o being heard having...seggs...... (maybe? possibly? perhaps? you can include the seggs scene?? if it’s not too much..) and the next morning their classmates are literally like 🧍♂️🧍🏻♀️ and it’s so awkward 😭😭 I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIYOKO AND MAHIRU LIKE 😀🤬 and everyone else like 😅😐please don’t feel obligated to do it but if you do then thank you so much!!! have a great day/night
Nagito and S/O being overheard
Anon, you're a genius. Absolutely, this is my favorite request I've gotten so far I had to do this first (even... if I'm... really late) It kind of spiraled into a little fic with smut and fluff but eh, the more the merrier right?
-Mod Usami
Word Count: 1.9k
Content Warnings: Island Mode AU! Some smut at the beginning, the rest is pretty fluffy. If you don't wanna read it, skip to where you see *****
“Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!” Nagito’s hips hit yours with a fervor that was unfamiliar but completely welcome. His long, bony fingers held your waist tightly to hold himself steady as he fucked you while you lay on your back. Above you, he had a look of complete focus as he worked to keep up his pace. Usually he was quite gentle with you, making you take the reins if you wanted something rougher, but tonight he touched you with a drive you couldn’t place.
It had been much the same earlier, when he brought you off the first time eating you out; however, you had grown accustomed to Nagito’s eagerness when his face was between your legs. You’d been much too distracted by that very tongue laving your clit to notice any difference. When his hips slotted between yours though, the difference was so clear.
One of Nagito’s hands moved from its place on your torso to the back of your thigh, pushing it back towards you gently. His eyes remained locked on yours, and though his pace didn’t relent, his eyes were soft and questioning. When you could moaned in response, he couldn’t help but grin to himself a bit. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper,
“My hope...” He choked out, obviously attempting to remain steady even while he was so pleased. “I- you- you sound beautiful already and- and I know this is a selfish request-”
“Wh- What do you want, Nah- ah! Nagito!” You’d meant to continue on, but it was rather difficult. Your fingers dug into the sheets. Nagito moaned aloud at his name, his brows furrowing.
“Yes! My- my name! Just like that!”
“Of course, my pretty boy.” You managed to give him a sloppy half-smile. You let your head fall back once more as he continued. “Nagito! Oh, ah, Nagito! Fuck, baby you’re- you’re so good!” Your hand began to reach down to your clit, but his voice interrupted you.
“P- please, allow me-” He adjusted himself so he was pressed further down into you, one arm supporting himself on the bed and the other beginning to rub circles around your clit, one of your legs over his shoulder. All at once you were enveloped in how good he was making you feel, and knew you weren’t going to last long.
“Oh, Nagito, Nagito, Nagito!” Your voice was almost a whisper, chanting his name like a prayer. The leg not already against him came to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “I’m- I’m close-”
“Yes!” He moaned. “Please, please cum for me- I want to see you, I wanna see you-”
“Nagito!” A particularly electric motion from his hands caused your own to fly into his hair. “Nagito, Nagito- ah!” Your legs shook as you came, left trembling in his hands, and he didn’t last much longer. As he came, he leaned down as much as he could while still pumping into you to kiss and bite down on your neck. He peppered kisses all over you as you both lie in the aftershocks, panting in between nips and kisses. At last, he sucked hard on a spot by your pulse point, making you shiver while he marked you. “Nagito...” You whined. “You’re gonna leave marks...”
“Forgive me, my love, I selfishly crave nothing more than to see you completely marked up by my hand.” He murmured, his voice breathy and sleepy. You giggled, a bit out of it yourself.
“You talk funny.” You nudged him to move and he finally stood back up and wiped the sweat off of his brow. After cleaning up a bit and hitting the light, the two of you crawled back into bed to finally get some rest. You held his head close to your chest and played with his hair, and you were quickly asleep. Nagito needed to try a bit harder to fall asleep. He was facing the window he’d noticed he’d left open earlier, and tried not to laugh too much and make you stir.
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“Good morning everyone! It’s another beautiful day on the island! Please eat breakfast and do your very best today! Love, love!” Usami's voice crackled through the tv in your room. You internally groaned, upset that you could never find a way to turn that damn monitor down, until the events of last night came back to you. You smiled to yourself as you pulled Nagito closer, right while he was in the middle of a yawn.
“Morning breath.” You grumbled, moving to kiss him on the cheek.
“Nobody made you kiss me in the middle of my yawn. Least of all me.” He protested, but he sounded pleased. “Good morning.” You simply grumbled in response, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “We’re expected at breakfast eventually.”
“So what?” You grinned deviously and peeked open your eyes just enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. He made a little squeaking noise and tilted his head to give you more access.
“Ah- as much as I- oh- enjoy your intimacy...” He swallowed hard, as if he was preparing himself for what he was going to say next. You didn’t relent. “We really shouldn’t do this every time we wake up together- we end up la- hah- hmm.” His voice died down into a hum as you began to suck on his neck. “Didn’t you complain about marks just last night?” His voice was strained. His hands found your sides and held on tight, despite his hesitant words.
“Yeah, but they’re probably already there, so it doesn’t matter now, does it?” You said in between your kisses. You pulled away just for a second to see that you were in fact leaving red marks something deep within you hoped would bloom into something darker. My precious boy… maybe they’ll all stop being so rude to you if they understand you’re mine.
“Well, there wouldn’t have been anything to connect it to me.” He said seriously. A laugh bubbled up out of you. “What?”
“Nothing.” You lied. Nothing would connect it to you except all the time we spend together, the way you cling to me when other people are around, those puppy-dog eyes you give me in front of everybody whenever we’re sent to collect in different areas… “But your logic is flawed.” You argued, moving to straddle his hips. He looked awestruck under you, something that made you falter for a moment. “Everyone else would know it wasn’t them, and that would likely narrow it down because...”
“Because?”
“You’re not the best liar when asked something directly, Ko-chan.” You giggled, tapping him on the nose. His eyes crossed trying to follow it.
“You’re probably right.” He beamed. You rolled your eyes. He seemed like he was in too good of a mood now to disagree with anyone. You leaned down to kiss his forehead and your feet finally found their way onto the floor. You felt much more energized now. You and Nagito began to get ready for the day. Nagito had begun to keep clothes in your cabin at your insistence and desire to have as much time with him in bed in the mornings. Still, between your conversations and extra kisses you both snuck, you found yourself late to breakfast.
“You don’t want to walk in separately?” He asked. “It might be rather… suspicious if we walked in at the same time. Especially with… these.” He gestured at your necks, which were marked up in matching fashion, though yours were a bit darker due to time. Despite his words, you’d seen the way Nagito smiled when he caught sight of himself in the mirror earlier, something you hadn’t seen him do… ever.
“I don’t mind, really, Nagito.” You took his hand and kissed his knuckles, making him blush once more. His face was already almost permanently red around you. “Besides, it’s not like anyone actually cares if we’re fucking… they probably won’t think at all about ”
“Ah...” Nagito pursed his lips as you finished climbing the stairs to the hotel’s restaurant. “About that...” His words fell on deaf ears however, as you pushed open the doors. All your classmates were already there, and though you expected to be able to slip in without much notice, all conversation paused as the two of you walked in. Everybody’s eyes turned to you at once.
“Good mo-or-orning lovebirds!” Ibuki sang, waving her utensils and accidentally splattering some of her food onto Byakuya. You froze completely, your eyes widening.
“Good morning, Mioda-san.” Nagito said from behind you. You turned to him, but he seemed most unfazed. There was still a light blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if that was from earlier or now.
“Mioda-chan!” Mahiru said crossly. “We agreed I would talk to them about it first!”
“Oh, fuck.” You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my fucking God. They all already knew.”
“Well… if it helps, we- we didn’t know until last night.” Mikan laughed nervously, before her own eyes widened. “Oh no! That probably doesn’t help! I’m so sorry, Koizumi-san!”
“Last night? What- oh no.” You could feel your face begin to burn. “Did.. did you...”
“A lot of us… heard you last night, yes.” Chiaki nodded. “Though I believe it was mostly the girls, as it came from the girls’ side of the dorms.”
“Komaeda, my man, I never thought I’d say this but like… how’d you do it?” Kazuichi asked.
“Now is not the time Soda-san!” Sonia chided. “(L/N)-san, did he at least pay you first?”
“I’m gonna do it.” You whispered to yourself. “I’m gonna walk into the ocean and never come back-”
“It’s somehow not that sort of deal. I keep trying but-” Nagito shrugged. You turned and glared at him furiously. “I sense I’ve made a mistake of some sort.”
“She doesn’t make him pay!” Hiyoko smirked, and just from the look you knew you wouldn’t like where this was going. “We all heard last night how much of a cum dump you are!” Several people gasped. Your face froze in what must have looked like a delirious grin. Your mind wouldn’t even register the words she was saying.
“I wish I could have heard.” Teruteru whined. “I’m sure the lady sounded… orgasmic in more than one sense of the word.”
“Haha!” Nagito said the words instead of actually laughing as he stepped out in front of you. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. “I believe, besides last night, those sounds are usually reserved for me.”
“Whatever, weird choice aside, if she’s getting it from who she wants it’s cool!” Akane said around a mouthful of egg. “As long as she keeps it down! I almost didn’t make it to my early morning run today!”
“Thank you for getting us back to the point, Owari.” Byakuya sighed. “I hate this conversation with a newfound passion. Keep it down, please. Make sure your windows are closed.”
“What? But my windows are almost always closed!” You protested, thankful for the further change. “We’ve got AC, why would I-”
“It doesn’t matter!” Fuyuhiko groaned, shoving his chair away from the table. “And now I’ve completely lost my appetite. Can we go, Pekoyama?” She gave a curt nod, and they left to clear their plates.
“That’s cool! I’m gonna throw myself off one of the bridges today anyways!” You waved at them all. “Toodaloo!” With that, you began to walk away.
“She’s joking… I think.” You heard Nagito say behind you.
“I’m not!”
“...I’ll go with her. Ah, we’ll see you all at morning delegations- hey, wait up!”
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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 17)
Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood, Death, Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death, !Character Suicide!
Previous Chapter: Non-Standard
Next Chapter: 百鬼夜行 - Hyakki Yakou
Word Count: 3k
Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader
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Chapter 17: Inferno: Flames of Hell
You wake up in the infirmary. Hiroki had healed you beforehand. You abruptly sat up, looking around the room, before finding him, cleaning some medical tools. “Thanks Niichan.” He smiled as he came over to hug you and messed up your hair.
“It’s okay. I didn't think Satoru would push you this hard. He’s a good teacher for you, much as I hate to call him a good teacher. Did you consider going to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech instead? You could’ve gone ya know, we wouldn’t hold you back.”
You mulled it over. “I think I’m staying here. I’ve settled in and everyone around me is amazing. They’re like a second family to me.”
He smiled before looking a bit annoyed. “Yeah well, glad you like them at least. Someone’s been waiting all this time for you. Rude if I don’t let him see ya, right sis?”
Hiroki walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Noritoshi with one hand up as if to knock.
Your mouth opened and closed.
“Y/n.” He was still so determined. What makes him have so much faith in you? You looked back to Hiroki, but he only gave you his trademark "Get your shit together" look and waved you off.
You walked up to Noritoshi by the doorway, and he stood back to let you through. You both ended walking quietly side by side in the hallway.
Noritoshi smiled, you didn’t run away from him for once.
"Y/n, can we… talk if you're up for it?" He asked quietly, a small sad smile on his face.
You took a deep breath, turned to face him and were thrown into a vision.
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"They've found us, run for it, love." Hotaru dragged you away from the small inn you were both staying at.
You stumbled after him and ran off. A member of the Abe clan had seen the both of you in the midst of fighting curses at an abandoned shrine. They tried to chase the both of you down, but you both fought back and ran further away until they’ve lost sight of you.
But currently, you are facing a much larger problem. A shadow in the distance. Just the silhouette of the curse was enough to etch despair deep in your bones.
With four large arms, two faces and a gigantic body, Ryomen Sukuna could be identified easily. You grabbed onto Hotaru and tried to push you both forward with your technique.
"Uraume. After them. I've heard rumours about a fated pair. It seems as if they are the ones." Sukuna smirked.
"As you wish." Uraume quickly caught up to the both of you.
They quickly froze your escape path, sealing you both in a circle of ice. Hotaru held you as you activated Inferno to break the ice and continued running. You were both dangerously running low on cursed energy. Especially as Hotaru had just fought over a dozen of curses.
"Hooh?? The woman does have power. I want her." Sukuna's eyes lit up madly. He shot a flaming arrow, forcing you to push Hotaru behind you.
Sukuna focused and slashed both Hotaru from behind. Uraume shot shards of ice towards you, but Hotaru shifted your positions.
You watched in horror as your lover took the attack for you. He was bleeding profusely and even his technique couldn’t help him from anemia.
“No no no no no, stay with me.” You screamed at him.
“Misaki, my love, for you I’d burn down the world, travel across thousands of miles, and kill anyone who tried to hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry we can’t be together much longer.” He teared up while cupping the side of your cheek.
“No, don’t go.” You leaned down to press your lips against his, trying to give him a bit of air. But it wasn’t enough. His hand fell limp and he breathed his last. Kamo Hotaru died in your arms.
"Hotaru, no." You sobbed out painfully, hugging his cold body to your chest.
"The talk of the town huh? You must be the soulmate pair judging by the marks on your hands." Sukuna stepped up with Uraume right behind him.
He was a terrifying sight upclose.
You froze as he knelt down and lifted your chin, "What a beauty you are. I wouldn't mind playing with you for a while and having you all to myself, before eating you up." He licked his lips lavisciously.
"So young, and such soft skin." Sukuna's hand trailed down your cheek and squeezed along the curves of your trembling body.
You never felt more dirty in your life. A man other than your lover, touching you like this. "Be my toy, would you? Your lover is dead after all. Why not humor me?" Sukuna jeered. He didn’t care about your silent sobs, even relishing in how you looked right now.
Utterly destroyed. With a monster claiming he wants you for himself.
He grabbed your chin roughly and forced a kiss on your lips. You snapped out of your shock, feeling your anger overcome your fear.
‘I'd rather die than let him have me.'
And so, you pushed Sukuna and Uraume far away and built a solid air barrier around you and Hotaru.
You thrust a hand out and an oil lamp came flying your way. It broke in front of you. Inferno was activated to spread the flames quickly. 'We are meant to stay together, my love, even if it means death.' You quickly slit your throat with a harsh cut, not wanting to die a slow death in the flames.
You choked out blood as Sukuna came near. He shattered your barrier easily with Dismantle, reaching for you. You panicked. You weren't going to die in time.
And you did the craziest thing you could think of. Activating Niflheim simultaneously with Inferno. Freezing everything around you, except for the still burning flames consuming you and Hotaru.
It didn't help too much. Sukuna produced flames out of his hand, while Uraume easily manipulated the frost.
Lightning shot out of your hands dangerously in your confusion. You don't know what you just did. But it didn't matter. You were quickly losing consciousness.
Crimson splattered onto the ground and over Hotaru’s corpse. You burned past the limits of your cursed energy, releasing bolts of lightning.
Sukuna’s hand reached out and activated his reverse cursed technique on you. “Not so fast.” He looked angry.
He was able to seal the cut, but with the last of your energy, you used Inferno on your body, bursting into flame before Sukuna and Uraume.
They were forced to back away and stared as you and Hotaru both turned to ash, the heat an insane temperature they couldn’t approach.
Sukuna threw his head back and cackled, "The lengths people go to for love. What fools Jujutsu sorcerers are!"
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The vision ends. You and Noritoshi gasp harshly. The hallway is covered in ice.
You slowly realized you unconsciously activated Niflheim. You swiped your palm through the air. All the windows along the hallway simultaneously opened.
The vision was far too vivid.
You covered your throat with your hands as though to stop a wound from opening, remembering how the dagger dragged through your neck bones. The flames felt painful as they ate at your body without your cursed technique protecting you from them.
Noritoshi kneeled down and touched his gut. He felt the poison of Sukuna's slash and Uraume's ice eat his body. After his past soul had died. Hotaru's spirit watched the events transpire from above you. So he was able to see it from a 3rd person's point of view.
How Sukuna had wanted you. How you ended your life for him.
You staggered back from Noritoshi, face as white as a sheet, running for the bathroom with bile rising up your throat.
That vision was eerily reminiscent of how Sora-nee died in your arms. You were on the borderline of hyperventilating.
Noritoshi ran after you, “Wait!”. You stumbled into the girl’s bathroom, opened a cubicle door and vomited everything out into the toilet.
The sounds of retching were loud even from outside. Noritoshi halted in his tracks when he saw that you’ve gone into the ladies room.
Fuck manners. If it was to take care of you, he doesn’t care about being gentlemanly or if he was called a pervert. He rushed in, wrapped his arms around you, pulled back your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your stomach.
You were vomiting pretty hard, to the point where it hurt your abdomen. “My dear angel, shhhh it's okay, I'm here.” You continued heaving and reached back with one hand to push him away. But Noritoshi was incredibly stubborn, not letting go of you.
“Noritoshi I literally smell like shit, please leave.”
“Nope. I don't care. I will take care of you. As your soulmate I’m responsible for you.”
Your eye twitched at that.
Both of you were still trembling from the aftermath of the vision. How terrible and cursed it was, that past life.
You closed the lid, flushed the toilet, then lifted it again. You leaned over with heavy breaths, but it looks like you’re done puking. Noritoshi just sat behind you, his hands stroking your belly, keeping your body warm.
It was nice. But he’s not yours anymore. It was only then you felt something wet on your shoulder. Noritoshi was crying.
“It almost… felt like I just lost you… My darling...” loud hitches of breath echoed in the bathroom.
You froze, not knowing how to comfort him at a time like this. You patted his head, and he leaned into your hand.
Even as you close your eyes, the images keep racing through the back of your eyelids. Flames. Blood. Lightning. Hotaru.
“I need to wash up in the sink.”
Noritoshi gave a soft grunt in reply, arms tightening around your waist. You stood up and half dragged him out of the cubicle. He never lets go. His arm is still around your waist, making you half waddle around the bathroom with him like a penguin with its child.
You brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush Jujutsu High has for its guests and rinse your mouth with several cups of mouthwash, the strong scent of mint hanging in the air. You spat it all out, but you still felt nauseous.
You turned and wiped away his tears with your sleeve. He bent down and tucked you under his chin, breathing in your scent. You were both alive. It was fine.
You pulled back when the door slammed open. It was Momo and Mai.
“......”
“.....”
The four of you had a stare off before realizing Noritoshi wasn’t supposed to be in there.
“Kamo kun, you’re in the wrong bathroom. Have you dumbed down so much you’ve forgotten?” Momo asked with wide eyes.
Mai stared at you and noticed how sick you looked. You just shook your head at her and quickly walked out of the bathroom, shrugging Noritoshi’s hand off of you.
'To hell with all this.', you thought to yourself
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"Wait!"
Noritoshi caught up to you in the hallway, grabbed your hand and turned you around to face him. He stopped caring about where he was.
"I'm never giving up on you. I won't, because I love you and I know that now."
You sniffed hard, tears running down your cheeks. You've had enough of this confusion. If you're being truthful to yourself, you missed him.
You missed Noritoshi and his kind words. His touch and his kisses. His soft bits of encouragement and picnic dates.
You want him back. It was just as Hiroki had said, you were pushing Noritoshi away without giving him a chance to explain himself.
But the vision completely broke you. You pulled your hand away, "Don't touch me. Don't follow me. Don't come near me." You whispered.
Noritoshi swallowed hard. "Why won't you let me explain myself?" But you just shook your head.
"Maybe we weren't what we thought we were." You didn't mean it, but you still forced the words out painfully.
Noritoshi flinched, "Why would you say that? You believed in us. I still believe in us. In you."
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "That vision. Why did we have it? We could be dooming ourselves by staying together, Noritoshi, I can't do that to you. Maybe I am cursed to hurt the ones I love."
He scoffed. "Preposterous. They are our past lives, but they aren't us. We are different people with different choices. You’re not cursed Y/N, since when have you become so narrow minded?"
You stiffened. "Maybe I have always been so. I'm just tired of everything now. Plus I need to take down that damn curse, even if it kills me." You spun on your heel.
Something inside Noritoshi snapped. He now understands how it feels to be pushed away like an outsider. He grabbed your wrist, ignoring your angry whispers as he single-handedly dragged you back into his room.
This man was strong. Not even your hardest tugs threw him off balance. He slammed the door shut once you were both inside and you felt a bit shaken, not having any place to run.
"Why are you trying to do this all by yourself?! You may be a Special Grade Sorcerer, but that doesn't mean you're invincible! A war is not won by one person. Can't you trust me?" He hissed.
"Trust you? Trust you?! How about me? Big words from someone who didn't even want to let me meet or know the people he holds dear to him."
This was the most idiotic argument you had in your life. You didn't even mean half the words that you were saying. Just wanting to win a pointless argument you wished never existed in the first place.
"I thought you agreed to speak to me if that was still bothering you. You said we would work things out together." Noritoshi shook your shoulders.
You held your tongue not knowing what else to say. Noritoshi was still so sweet after all this mess. Pulling you into a warm embrace, patting your head as he cries into your shoulder.
"Will you stay with me at least? During the war.”
"Of course." You didn't even think as you agreed. Even Noritoshi looked surprised at your lack of reluctance. "I won't lose you."
You both stood awkwardly there, not knowing what to do. Noritoshi didn't want you to leave yet, wanting to bask a bit more in your presence. His mark cooled down as his hand slipped into yours.
But you stepped and turned away from him, ignoring how his fingers desperately clung onto the hem of your shirt. "I'll go then… Don’t want to intrude... "
"Would you like to stay for dinner and talk?" He called out hopefully.
"Thank you for the offer, but I'll be with Hiro-nii in my room." You purse your lips.
"I love you." He said once more. There was no room for hesitation in his voice.
You paused, temples throbbing heavily from the onset of a headache. Too many thoughts raced through your head and not all of them were good.
"I don't know what you heard the other day, but I will never take in any concubines. You're my one and only, Angel."
You only half believed him right now, his words going in one ear and leaving through the other. ‘People can lie. He is capable of lying.’ your shitty brain just makes every situation sound worse each time. This type of negative line of thinking was so unhealthy.
He must have understood your thoughts.
"My love please," he's begging you now. You turn to him, face full of confusion and hurt. You opened your mouth, and thought better.
This wasn't the best time to run your thoughts.
"I’m sorry for being in a really bad headspace right now. Are you willing to wait for me?" This time it was you who asked him this. Noritoshi studied your face before nodding. “That’s okay. As you have with me, I will do the same with you.”
You sucked a deep breath, eyes watering. “I’m scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared, we are just kids. We aren’t supposed to bear the weight of saving a nation this early on.”
“I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.”
“You won’t. We won’t.”
“I’m sorry for being such a pain. I know we need to talk about all of this, eventually.” You couldn’t help the whimpers that came out of your mouth.
“I love every bit of you. Even if you're like this… No... Because I understand how you feel. You have a right to be angry, because I held back a lot of things from you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you or love you.” He carefully put out a palm facing up, allowing you to make a choice. You slowly put your hand over his.
“For real?” you whispered so quietly, he had to strain his ears to hear you.
“For real. Since when have I lied to you?”
‘Not once.’ you numbly thought.
Who knew a man could be so delicate. He held your hand lightly, not daring to squeeze it. Just a sign of openness and faith. He lowered his head towards you, eyes hooded.
You shivered as his lips brushed against the back of your hand. Soft, warm and plush. Like the first time he kissed you on the cheek. Shaky yet loving.
"Get some rest then, good night." You left the room.
He wondered if you still loved him now. Gone were the nights you soundly slept in his arms. He could barely pull himself together as he readied himself for dinner and bed.
Back in your room, you sobbed into your pillow. It hurts so much, because your faith in Noritoshi isn’t what it used to be. You wish for yourself to trust him like you did before. It’s frustrating.
There are times you wish you never heard that conversation. But that means staying ignorant to his familial affairs which won't do you any good in the long run.
Love is painful. Love feels like you've filled your lungs with water and you can't breathe. Sometimes it's like that icy inhale of the cold morning air on the winter solstice.
But it also keeps you going. The warmth of being in Noritoshi's arms earlier was more than enough to convince you to stay.
Blood Bound: Table of Contents
#kamo noritoshi x reader#blood bound#blackened bond#red strings of fate#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x oc#jjk fanfic#kamo noritoshi x you#kamo noritoshi#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jjk imagines#noritoshi angst#noritoshi fluff
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Hello I’ve written this short fic. based on the clip we’ve got from Shadow and Bone of Jesper and Inej performing, but with a twist!
You can read it on Ao3 as well
Silks, Guns and All the Things Fun (Not)
Words count: 2898
The chattering at the Crow Club was thicker than usual and it ricocheted around the lower floor of the building, bouncing off the draped walls. Kaz Brekker made his way there from where he had been dealing cards on the upper part of the club. It had been quite a profitable night, with many pigeons all too eager to let the rush of the gambling go to their head and lose everything. His cane tapped on the stairs as he descended them, an ominous and irregular melody announcing who was coming down those steps. He stopped just before the las two and scanned the room, his shark eyes checking if everything was in order. Kaz saw at least a couple of people flinching when his eyes had met theirs. Good. It seemed that his infamy was the same unblemished, or rather very blemished, story of terror as ever. He had worked all of his angles to make it that way, and he had every intention to keep it up as long as he lived, his thirst for personal revenge too strong to be sated in any other way.
Kaz threw another glance around the room until he found who he was looking for. He approached her, men and women making themselves scarce as he passed them. Inej was in the corner, intent on untangling something thick, the crimson fabric like a river of blood in her hands. Her long hair was tied up in a coil at the nape of her neck as she usually wore it, a light vest covering her shoulders and arms, and peeking from a sleeve he saw something wrapped around her forearm. She had covered her feather tattoo since she was going to remove the vest and perform in bare arms, something that had stirred not little emotions inside the hollow of his armor.
“I trust that everything is ready,” Kaz rasped, looking down at her from where he was standing. Not surprised in the slightest, as if she had known all along who was about to speak to her, Inej kept her eyes on her task. “Good evening to you, too Kaz. How are you?” Her tone unbothered if a little bit sarcastic…
This girl. If it had been any other person speaking to him like that, they would have run away with a few broken limbs or without teeth. Or perhaps both. Kaz couldn’t understand why, but his relationship, if that could be called, with her had always felt different. Nobody treated him the way she did, he didn’t allow it, but whatever it was that propelled him to always find excuses to talk to her, be near to her when he could, he didn’t like it.
Liar. A voice in his head reprimanded him. him. You keep lying to yourself, Brekker. He blinked. Usually he would have ignored her, but that night he didn’t know what forced possessed him and he decided to indulge her.
“Yes, hello Inej darling. I’ll be better when all of this is over, and we’ve made our profit.”
When the term of endearment had left his lips, she had looked at him with a sonorous sigh. Inej raised to her feet, not really making a difference since she was so small, the red silks now draped on one shoulder, and her eyes peered straight into his. The amber, low lights of this particular floor of the club reflected into her irises, making it look like she had flames burning behind them.
Kaz thought again to himself that she had never looked more like a painted icon of those Saints she so much adored than in that moment and gripped his cane tighter to try and snap out of his reveries, to try and quiet the raging emotions inside. The ridges of the crow’s head unmistakable even under his gloved hands.
“Everything will go as planned: we’ll perform, and we’ll make sure all of these pigeons are probably plucked. Don’t worry.” She passed him, careful to avoid touching him and went to hang the silks she had been preparing.
Kaz promised not to let his gaze follow her but failed. He saw how with a graceful movement she looped one end of the prop into the hook on the wall. Once again, he forced himself not to let his thoughts wander too much and with a slightly louder voice called after her.
“If you’re so ready, where in Ghezen’s name, is Jesper?”
“He’ll be here,” she shrugged not preoccupied at all.
“He’d better be.” He checked his time piece and looking once again at her he said: “We start in five minutes. Go get yourself prepared.”
He heard Inej exhaling loudly. Again. A habit, he realized, she had acquired in these last months. Was it perhaps because she was starting to feel a little more comfortable with this life he had given her, with his gang… with him?
Inej got closer to him, not intimidated at all to look at him straight in the eye.
“I know what I’m doing, but if I’ll be ever looking for a coach, I’ll know who to turn to. Now, excuse me.”
She brushed past him, one instant she was there and then next gone.
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Fitting how Kaz had found the darkest part of the room to stand in during Jesper’s and Inej’s little show. The sharpshooter had turned up at the last minute, literally the last, when the audience had already gathered around the little space they had arranged specifically for the two of them, and Kaz had already excogitated a hundred different way to kill him. He had of course given a piece of his mind, seething to the gangly boy, who in returned had just shrugged, winked at him and told him that “People love big entrances, I’m making us a favor,” before scurrying to his designated seat at the center of the makeshift stage.
Kaz had come up with this idea months prior, but Inej and Jesper had actually started performing only a couple of weeks ago. He had had to use all of his most convincing arguments to let Per Haskell see how incredibly fruitful this would all be. That old man and his drunken ass…
After many requests from his lieutenant part he had conceded, and Kaz had made it look so as if the leader of the Dregs had had this brilliant idea himself, a thing that had worked out for the best since he had gone strolling around the Barrel boasting how his club was offering entertainments that no other could. A good publicity indeed, and Dirtyhands had smirked pleased with himself, his plan had worked. As always.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw Inej climbing the silks, her fluid movements made it look so easy, as if she was taking a stroll instead of keeping herself up with only her body strength.
“Ladies ang gentlemen, thugs and thieves,” started Jesper walking the perimeter of the free space and catching the attention of the people there. “Tonight you’ll see something that only few would be brave to attempt. My lovely assistant will perform one of her tricks with a card stuck between her lips,” at that the girl in question removed from thin air a card and showed it to the audience, only one part of her body now supporting her, the silks wrapped around it, as the other half hanged from them. “While I will attempt to shoot at it.”
Many gasps could be heard around the room as well as excited whispers.
“Let’s begin!” Jesper said, now with a much more serious tone.
Kaz had to admit it, even if at times Jesper was a total buffoon he knew how to mesmerize an audience, and he had them in the palm of his hands.
The sharpshooter took his position, and removed from the ground a little polished, silver tray. Kaz had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes as Jesper looked at his reflection winked at himself and then kissed his beloved revolver, while exhaling with (fake) preoccupation. Could this boy be more theatrical than that? The Bastard of the Barrel sighed, convinced that there was no end to his second in command’s love for the dramatics. Inej wrapped her limbs expertly in the silks and then with a fearless dive, she let herself fall so that her body was hanging upside-down.
The split second before Jesper could shoot, Kaz’s and Inej’s eye met, and the world seemed to stop for a bit.
He knew damn well that the Zemeni boy was the best shot around, he had never seen him miss. Never. On top of that, he suspected that the little secret he was keeping from everyone, but that Kaz had of course found out about, somehow helped him with his formidable aim. Yet… why in the name of his beloved kruge did he feel nervous for her?
You need to get it together and stop thinking this sentimental stuff. He scolded himself, not for the first time that night.
After a second or perhaps an eternity he moved his gaze away from hers.
Jesper shot and… the bullet struck the card exactly in the middle. The raucous cheering of the audience was what ground him completely again. Inevitably, as if a magnet drawn to the pole, he saw Inej finish her performance with a couple of flips, before landing as effortlessly and elegantly as ever, a big grin on her face. Kaz himself couldn’t help the light movement upward of the corner of his mouth, that died immediately when he noticed how the sharpshooter, now standing, turned around to return the smile, and finally joined her, taking her hand to bow.
That nagging feeling inside him was as demanding as ever. He hated it. He wanted it to stop.
The applause of the people surrounding him turned into a distant sound, as a clear thought struck him then and there. He was never going to have that easy demeanor Jesper had with her, he was never going to be able to take her hand without drowning, he could never tell her that despite all his effort he couldn’t resist the constant pull he felt whenever she was close and that made everything even worse.
Inej’s eyes managed to find his again in his dark corner, the smile she still had lightened her features, but it dropped as soon as she saw what was a very grim expression marking his face.
He wanted to yell. Tell her to keep on smiling, because he felt very much alive whenever she did, like none other things could, but instead he just gripped his cane tighter, and forced himself to look around the room.
When Jesper and Inej approached him after the audience had dispersed a bit, he was still waging his inner war.
“Wasn’t our Wraith amazing?” Jesper asked excitedly, an arm slung around the shorter girl’s shoulders, before adding “Wasn’t I amazing?”
“You just did what you had to. No more no less. And besides, many of these people had already seen this particular performance, so I wouldn’t let all those adoring people get to your head.” He rasped before leaving them standing.
As he made his way to return to the upper level of the Club, he heard the sharpshooter sighing loudly. “You can never win with him, can you?”
“No one can,” was Inej’s curt answer.
He knew her eyes were following him; he could feel it and he never detested more the vindictive and cold creature he had become than now.
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The Crow Club at that hour of the night, or rather early morning, was deserted. Kaz had ordered the others to go back to the Slat as he stayed behind to make sure everything was in order before close-up. He once again descended the stairs that would bring him to the lower floor, the silks and the other props gone and already been stashed away. As he scanned the room though, he noticed something on the ground, near where the silks were usually hanged. In the dim light he could see it was a piece of dark cloth, and as he got closer, he noticed that it wasn’t just any piece of cloth, but the one Inej had wrapped around her forearm to cover her tattoo. He crouched down, with no little protest from his bad leg, and took it in one gloved hand, the gesture almost reverent.
If someone were to enter the room now, they would have found Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands himself, on his knees cradling a strip of cloth in his hands. He shook his head in disbelief and made to stand up, when CRASH!
Something had fallen and in his fear of having been discovered, Kaz quickly tucked the wrap in his suit pocket as he made leverage on his cane to stand. He saw that what had startled him had been a stool, now on the ground. He passed a hand through his hair in exasperation. He really needed to get a grip.
In the days following Kaz didn’t realize that out of nowhere he would put his hand in his pocket and rub the little piece of fabric between his fingers, a thing that oddly enough always managed to calm him. He didn’t realize it, until he did. It had been a late night in which he had been working for the Dregs and his pathetic excuse of a leader, now scheming, now scribbling and adding numbers. The little thing had been placed on his shambled desk, a trusted companion of his. He had meant to return it, if not to Inej directly, to at least casually leave it where he had found it, but in the end he hadn’t. That night he had sent his Wraith out to gather information regarding a certain mercher’s rich art collection, and he hadn’t almost heard her, almost, entering his attic room from the window. Kaz hadn’t known how he had been able to stash her piece of fabric away before she could see him gently passing it between his fingers.
He only imagined the conversation they would have had if he had taken a second too long to hide it.
You know Inej, I casually found it on the ground but instead of leaving it there I’m keeping your arm wrapping as a stress-relieving token. But it’s not like it may look. I’m not obsessed with you or anything.
Could he be more pathetic than that? Since when had he gone this soft? Oh yes, he knew, ever since he had paid her indenture and she had joined the Dregs, that was when. To make things worse that night had ended with Inej casually sitting on his window seat: her head resting on the wall, her eyes closed. Indefinite and unnamed emotions had stirred once again inside of him, as a very precise, but not really polite word echoed in his head… he was so screwed.
From that moment on he had debated whether to just give it to her and telling her that he had found it but that it had just slipped his mind until then, or continuing keeping the damn thing. A constant battle in his mind that complemented the one inside his heart.
He kept it.
If Kaz was never going to have Inej, as he wished he could, he at least could have a part, no matter how small and insignificant, of her.
That day, his feet carried him on their own accord outside her door, a floor exactly below his room. They had encountered some troubles with some too cocky members of the Black Tips and the whole ordeal had left them all pretty shaken – except Kaz of course – and with two dead members of his crew. Kaz didn’t know why he was standing here, on the other side of her closed door. She might not even be here, he had thought trying to find excuses to turn back from where he had come.
But he knew. He somehow sensed that she was inside her little room.
What exactly was he thinking, what was he doing here as a gaping fish out her door? Did he want to make sure she was okay? See if she needed anything?
Oh yes, because you’ve been nothing but an example of emotional support, Brekker.
When he was about to turn and go back to the attic, cursing himself for his stupidity, the door in front of him opened. Inej stood there, and for once her hair was not tied back but loose on her shoulders, cascading in delicate waves around her frames, the result of having kept it tight in a braid.
“Is anything wrong, Kaz? Why are you standing outside my door as if you’d seen a Saint?” she had asked.
I think I wanted to see you, I’m not sure why and I’m going insane. He thought, but of course didn’t say, too cowardly and bitter to do so. Instead, Kaz quickly put his hand in his pocket, and found what he knew would be there. Gripping her piece of fabric, he managed to answer with his usual lack of emotions.
“Go find Jesper. I found us a job. What would you say to one million kruge?”
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About Time
*Not my Gif* Sam finally admits he's in love with you. (Some nsfw)
The day Sam met you was a trial by fire sort of thing. Him and Dean needed a couple extra hands on a hunt so Bobby had sent you and your cousin their way. Your cousin was only a couple years older than Dean so the two of them teamed up leaving you with Sam. He was impressed from the start because you managed to finesse the local fuzz in a way that Dean wouldn't even be able to.
On the hunt itself you held your own against the nest of vamps and ended up even carrying one of the more injured victims out yourself. Your cousin just shook her head when him and Dean told you they could've went back for the girl "She thinks she's wonder woman. I swear this girl is either gonna be the death of me or end up ruling hell" Dean bought you a beer afterwards, Sam was hooked.
Over the years you kept in contact with Sam and Dean then when your cousin died you ended up starting to hunt more often with them and eventually took their offer of a bedroom in the bunker. You and Dean had quickly become best friends, same as you and Cas. Sam had been harboring feelings for you for years that only got worse living in close quarters with you.
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You'd been living in the bunker for a couple months when one morning Sam got back from his run to overhear you talking to Dean in the kitchen "Dean either he doesn't look at me like that or he is the most oblivious man on the face of this earth" you'd recently split from a guy you'd been seeing off and on so he didn't want to get his hopes up until Dean said "That's where it helps having the guy who's known him since birth on your side sweetheart and standford or no standford Sammy doesn't really take subtle well. Just tell him how you feel because I've listened to him talk about you for years. I've heard him cuss every guy you've ever dated. He feels the same"
He headed to his room to act as if he hadn't heard any of the conversation. When he walked into the library after a shower you were sitting at one of the long tables looking over a lore book and glanced up when he walked in "Hey Sam" he smiled "Good morning Y/N. Where's Dean this early?" you held up a half of a glass of orange juice "It was his turn to go on a supply run and we're out of coffee"
He walked over to sit down next to you and tilted the book you were reading to see the front of it "Enochian?" You shrugged "Figured it'd come in handy if I could translate at least a few words if Cas wasn't around?" "That's smart" he said with a smile and realized just how close he was sitting to you when you moved to face him and your hair brushed his shoulder "Sam, can I ask you something?" your eyes widening told him you hadn't realized the close proximity either "Of course" he held your gaze and watched you nip at the tip of your thumb which was something you did when you were nervous no matter how rare that situation was "Do you wanna go out with me?"
He reached to pull your hand away from your mouth and smiled when you tracked his movements with your eyes "I'd love to"
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That friday you and Sam headed out to a local bar that Dean said served decent enough food. Hell Dean had even let you take baby out which was a rare thing indeed.
You walked into the bar behind Sam and smiled when he reached back to grab your hand "C'mon sweetheart" he pulled you towards a booth in the corner. You slid in first and he slid in after you. You glanced around and saw that a live band was setting up, the bar itself looked clean and with a normal enough crowd.
After the waitress took your order Sam turned towards you "Why are we nervous? We've known each other for years" You shrugged "I don't know. Maybe we should go ahead and kiss and get that out of the way?" he laughed lightly then said "That actually sounds like a good idea" you leaned up to touch your lips against his in a quick kiss that quickly deepened when he pulled you into his lap. Your hands went to his shoulders to steady yourself when you felt his tongue flick across your lips asking for entrance so you opened your mouth slightly and had to stifle a moan when you felt his tongue slide into your mouth moving against yours.
His hands slipped under your shirt and a low moan escaped you at the feeling of his hands on your skin. The waitress clearing her throat broke the two of you apart. You never broke eye contact with Sam when you threw a twenty down and said "That'll pay for the drinks, cancel our food please" she simply took the money and walked away with a laugh.
You climbed out of his lap then grabbed his hand "Suddenly I'm not hungry, how about you?" His eyes ran across your body before he finally said "Not for food"
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The ride back to the bunker felt longer than it ever been. You were trying not to distract Sam but god you'd finally felt his lips on yours and was wondering what they would feel like on other body parts.
About halfway back he finally pulled off the road and killed the lights. When you shot him a look he raised an eyebrow "Come here" you quickly straddled his lap feeling how hard he already was underneath you. "Do you want to wait until we get back?" He asked kissing your neck and down to your collarbone pushing your shirt down further to give him access to more skin. "Who says we can't have another round once we get to a bed?"
He chuckled against your skin "I like that answer" he moved his hands to the seam of your shirt and you moved to let him pull it over your head. "I've wanted this for a long time" he whispered letting his tongue run across the top of your bared breasts. You let your head fall back with a moan as he sucked gently on the skin there. "Sam, is there enough room?" he glanced up at you and you realized your choice of words "I mean in the front seat?"
He thought about it for a moment then pulled back "Get in the back" you climbed off his lap and climbed across the seat while he stepped out then opened the back door to climb in with you. You laid back on the seat and curled your finger at him "Come here Winchester" he pulled his shirt over his head then climbed up you leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of exposed skin. When he got to your mouth the kiss was hungry but gentle. He rolled his hips against your and a groan left his lips when you moaned at the movement. "We really need these jeans off" you laughed so he leaned back up far enough to help you slip off your jeans and boots then kicked his own off.
He spread your legs then licked his lips "God you're beautiful" you felt a slight wave of embarrassment at being completely bared and must have moved to cover yourself because he caught both of your hands in one of his "Nope, I want to see every inch of you baby" there was soo much sincerity in his voice you relaxed and he smiled "Now lay back. If I do anything you don't like tell me ok?" You nodded and he lowered his head leaving kisses up your left leg until he got to where you needed the most attention "Sam" you moaned when he licked into you curling his tongue up against that sensitive spot.
You could feel an orgasm building and gripped his hair as your breathing quickened. He added two fingers in with his tongue and that was all it took. You came with a moan of his name on your lips. He worked you through the orgasm then kissed his way back up your body. When he got to your lips he caught your mouth in a hard kiss allowing you to taste yourself on him "Please fuck me Sam" you moaned and he smiled against your lips "Yes ma'am"
When he slid into you, you bit your lip against the stretch. Once he was fully inside of you he stilled letting you adjust to him. "Are you ok?" he asked kissing your neck and chest. You nodded after a moment and tapped his hips "Move Sam" he started to roll his hips against yours every movement rubbing against that spot deep inside of you "God damn Sam" you moaned and he laughed "I'll take that as a compliment" you knew from the angle and pace he wouldn't be able to come easily so after a few moments you urged him "You can go harder Sam you won't hurt me"
He started to thrust harder and you felt your eyes roll back as that building pressure burst again. "Fuck Y/N you're so damn beautiful taking me like that baby. Ugh you're squeezing me hard enough I can barely move" he groaned biting down on your breast hard enough you knew there'd be a mark there come morning. "Sam oh fuck please tell me you're close" you begged and he nodded hitting even deeper inside of you.
When you felt his hips shudder you knew he was close. "I'm close baby" he whispered and you gripped his shoulders when you felt him come emptying inside of you. He thrust a few more times before collapsing against you moving just enough to make sure you could breath fine. "Fuck why did we wait so long to do that?" you asked with a laugh kissing his tattoo since it was closest to your lips. "I don't know but I look forward to doing it again" "And again?" you asked pulling him to you for a kiss.
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Luckily Dean was asleep by the time you two got back so he didn't see both of you come in carrying your shoes, Sam only wearing jeans and you wearing Sam's shirt. You dropped your pile of clothes in your room then headed to Sam's room with him. The night was far from over.
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A couple weeks later Dean and Cas had ran into town to grab supplies so you were sitting at one of the tables in the library looking over news articles to make sure there was nothing near by that needed attention. Sam stood there watching you for the longest, your hair was falling out of your bun and you were chewing on the end of your pen. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight. You glanced up after a moment and grinned "I'm literally your wallpaper on your phone so if you wanna stare you have pictures"
"I love you Y/N" he said so easily and didn't even think twice about it until your smile fell. "I um I mean it's ok if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to tell you" but you cut him off by grabbing his hand to pull him closer "Sam! calm down" when he finally stopped talking you laughed "I love you too. I have for a while"
You heard clapping and looked up to see Dean at the bottom of the steps "About damn time" Cas looked around him "I tried to get him to not eavesdrop" you laughed again "Don't worry Cas I'm used to it"
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Bail Out : 07
(Bruce Wayne x Reader)
A Bruce Wayne Multi Chapter Series
Chapter 07: Apologies & Decisions
Summary: One fateful, drunken night gets you arrested for assault. However, once you get bailed out by Billionaire Socialite Bruce Wayne, surprising obstacles get in the way, forcing you to question all your choices in life, career, and in love.
Word Count: 10k +
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Swearing and (Surprise!!)
Author’s Note: Haha Long Chapter, Yay! Needed a small break, but I’m back. Hopefully I can post weekly again. Gonna work hard for that cause I love writing this so much. Enjoy!
CHAPTER LIST HERE
In your head, gratitude morphed into the form of Alfred Pennyworth almost a million times whilst you stood before the stainless steel letterboxes in the apartment building lobby. Aside from graciously stopping by an ATM machine, Alfred was considerately patient when you took the opportunity to grab a carton of milk and a few envelops as well. This, when it came to your assigned duties as a roommate and friend, Alfred Pennyworth was your savior for the night.
Inserting the money filled envelop into the specified box, you prayed the farewell party would be a success.
“Oh! Señora Hernandez...” you muttered to yourself with a soft chuckle, “ I almost died for you today”.
Given her previous call of concern, you expected Allison to show you what real dramatic worrying was all about. Instead, you did find her, sleeping peacefully on the sofa.
Though she sloppily slept on her side, with her mouth open, she managed to carry it adorably, all the whole the light of the television washed over her figure. Smiling, you entrusted your tip toes to guide you to and from the bedroom, only to bring a throw blanket for your friend. Covering her with it, you were suddenly fully appreciative of all the little joys that were presented to all in life. You were grateful, once again.
Speaking of gratitude, the phone vibrated, sending signals to your face, tempting you to smile from ear to ear as you opened the text from Bruce Wayne, your savior, the object of your desire:
Can’t sleep.
You chuckled, biting your lower lip. All the sudden, it came to realization how those two simple words carried so much more weight with all the variety of meaning. There entailed softness, excitement, a smile that would not wash off your face, and a sudden throbbing inside full of possibilities. Turning the television off, you floated over to your bedroom as your fingers expertly formed a reply:
Well I can. In fact, think I’ll take a sick day tomorrow.
Considering you hardly take any days off, this was a certainly bold move indeed. If almost getting killed by strangulation and bleeding doesn’t suffice as valid reasons, then what would?
Kicking your shoes off, you sank into bed, exhausted to do anything else but to stare at the screen longingly as he responded:
You deserve it
You may have been in your lonesome in your room, yet you had never felt this shy. Even the simplest of words suddenly tempted you to smile your troubles away. Heavens, you could literally hear his voice in your head. That voice of his, so kind, so soothing, rousing in every way. Greed suddenly begged to crawl its way back into your head, so you could long for him passionately. More importantly, greed even offered to bring in desire along, all so you would be free to long for his heavenly lips on yours once again. You missed them already, even a few minutes later. Finally, a new drug addicts frustration was relatable to you. The memory of that wonderful first kiss, it felt powerful enough to inject you with intoxication, forcing your eyelids to grow heavy as you proceeded to type:
Th-
Except your heart seemed more inclined to sink into that memory once more, releasing you from any form of control as you sank into that intoxication.
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As your eyelids slowly managed to open a few millimetres, it was clear that the intoxication had vanished. However, it managed to carry you over to witness the golden rays of morning. Opening them fully, you found a figure similar to Allison standing before you.
“Ali?” You mumbled sleepily, “Wha-?”
Pausing, you realized you had difficulty moving your lips freely, for your phone rested on your face.
Not only that, you also discovered how your roommate was stood there with her phone, dressed in her work clothes and a rather mischievous smile. Your seemingly goofy confused expression brought Allison hearty laughter.
“Oh my-!” She kept laughing, “You should have seen your face, Sweetie!”
She added, as the shutter sounds played rapidly from her phone, possibly from taking photos. Groaning with with chuckle, you turned away from her to the side, your phone sliding off your face as you covered it shyly.
“Shit! I should have gotten a video…”
You heard her say, recovering from her laughter, until she gasped, “Wait! aren’t you working today?”
“Taking a day off” your tone remained muffled with your face pressed against the pillow. Putting her phone away, Allison chuckled.
“Oooooh…” as she rubbed her hands together, “Someone had a wild night last night?”
“Mmm….You could say that”
Clapping her hands together, Allison began, “Alright sweetie, Imma head out” she said, heading out of your room, “ So I’LL DIG THAT DIRT ON YA LATER…” her voice echoed, followed by naughty laughter as the apartment door closed shut behind her.
Silence. With complete silence finally being in your ownership, you slowly sat up. You stretched, you yawned, all before you sleepily waddled over to the bathroom. Gasping loudly as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, did you truly realize the intensity of your injuries from last night.
Body getting sweaty with panic, you quickly stripped yourself from the hoodie, leaning on the sink as you observed your neck. It was simply a canvas, filled with the detailed colors of smothering, strangle marks evident in their dark maroon. You shuddered loudly, for a split second, it did not seem to look like your own. You felt disgusted, you felt sorry for yourself. Studying your right wrist, the wrapped bandage was another reminder, of the pain and the struggle for your life, all the while you almost bumped heads with the Grim Reaper, who came in the form of Alpha. Under the fluorescent light, you appeared lifeless. You needed a bath, you needed a proper hot meal.
“Sweetie…looks like I messed up the times. I have the night shift toni-”
Allison’s voice crashed in to the bathroom, stopping the very moment she caught the sight of you turning to her with surprise.
“Hey! Wassup?”
You blurted over-enthusiastically. Standing in just your tank top and leggings, you quickly found yourself covering your neck. However, given her furrowed eyebrows, Allison was not amused. In fact, she was quite far from it.
“What the hell are those?”
She inquired, pointing directly at your neck. You shrugged innocently.
“Nothing...” You murmured. Pressing her lips together, she quickly dropped her handbag down, which alarmed you. For that move was nothing new to you. She was simply angered.
“Sweetie, I can fucking see them…”
Allison yelled with frustration, “What the hell is going on?” She added, voice shaken soon after.
Being your trusted friend for simply ages, Allison Hughs was certainly no fool. You sighed heavily, not knowing where to even begin. With your hands on your hips, amidst the speedy heartbeat, you offered a somber reply:
“You’re gonna need to sit down for this”
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“So let me get this straight...”
Allison finally began, whilst sitting on one of the dinner chairs, “According to the police guy, Erik Henderson could be trying to KILL YOU?” She yelled, her frustration translated into rage, “And you’re JUST SITTING HERE DOING NOTHING?”
Truthfully, you did not blame her. How else would a friend respond when you finally decide to dump every trouble you encountered since that fateful Friday night? Getting up on her feet, Allison was clearly furious, “I mean, what were you think-”
“Well, it’s not like I have a choice, do I Ali?” you cut her off, with your own frustration. As soon as you broke out, you noticed the anger in her eyes slowly vanish. Standing before her with your arms folded, you sighed, “Say I step up and make my accusations…” you continued, “It’s just my word against his…No legit proof” scoffing could not be helped, “…and none of the perps will talk, no matter what” a sigh passed your lips once more, “He’s one bad, rich man!”.
Rubbing your forehead nervously, it finally dawned on you on the ferocity of your situation. You finally realized how powerless you really were. That foul hearted man had certainly had you trapped in the box of corporate power, and there were little holes of justice poked for you to truly breathe.
“Sweetie…”
You looked over to Allison, “As twisted as all this is, you can’t just go on like this, not without telling me…” she said, voice growing emotional with her hands on her chest, “I mean…” she paused, for her voice broke, “…what if something had happened to you?” she inquired softly, her hand slithering over to her mouth. That very moment was when sheer guilt washed over you in a flash. How selfish were you truly to leave everyone in the dark this way? But your intention was never that. A nuisance was what you clearly did not wish to impose on anyone. If Lillian ever knew, she would surely be hurt. Your shoulders loosened while your arms rested on your sides.
“I’m sorry…” you said, shyly looking down. A few seconds of silence was adequate for you to walk over to her, confirm your apology as you gently stroked her shoulder. It was certainly adequate for Allison to succumb to it, until she willfully brought you in for a hug, pressing her face against your tummy. Allison truly defined a true friend.
“But I was always fine…” you began, “I mean, Batman saved m-”
“BATMAN!!” Allison cried out, her face lighting up as she pushed you back gently, “Oh bless that man for saving you!” She said, bringing her hands together in a prayer stance, before she clapped excitedly. You chuckled, relieved to find her in a better mood now. But of course you were not foolish. Revealing your story did not exactly entail revealing the entire truth about Batman. For now, he was merely a hero who saved you every single time.
“But wait…”
Allison paused, “Where were you when I called you, then? The police? The hospital?”
Shaking your head, it came to your realization there was no other fitting lie to replace the original.
“Uhh…with Bruce Wayne...” You answered shyly.
It did not take long for Allison’s jaw to drop. Concern hit you hard like a bullet. Could she possibly connect the missing dots?
“Wait…so you…him….” Allison began, getting up in an instant. With a gasp, her eyes widened:
“DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?
Suddenly it was your jaw’s turn to drop.
“WHAT?” You yelled, “NO NO!!!” Shaking your head frantically, you backed away, “WHY would you-”
“I mean, you were gone for so long, I assumed you had sex with hi-”
“Ali, could you stop saying the S-word please?” You blurted out, covering your ears as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks with fervor. The heat grew intense, as if an explosion were to occur was a result. Why on earth would you act this way? And Allison seemed to find it quite amusing.
“Why?” She mocked, “Sweetie, why you suddenly so prude-”
Pausing, she smiled widely, as if she just realized.
“Ha!” She scoffed, “You really like him, don’t you?” she inquired, “You’re serious…” as she looked at you with amazement. Your immediate response was clearly to laugh nervously and uncontrollably. Yet as each second passed, the continuous confident glance of your friend, clearly steered you towards the similar direction of realization, as you stopped laughing. It all seemed so clear.
“Yeah…” you breathed, nodding, “I do…I guess” you admitted, smiling softly by the thought of the very man being mentioned. It was true. Every reminiscent of your confession to Bruce last night, and the blessed kiss that followed, it was a symbol of rebirth on loop. And you felt at peace. Squealing with excitement, Allison jumped up and down whilst clapping.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” She said, grabbing your hands, “So? So? You guys are finally a couple or something?”
That simple question. Funny how it surprisingly shooed away the smile on your face. Funny how suddenly that peace was disrupted. For that question led you to another realization. The realization that taught you the gravity of it all. The gravity of the harsh reality that shattered all forms of hope. Allison appeared confused the moment you simply headed back to your room, only to close it shut and scream your frustrations out in the fittest way possible:
“FUUUUUCK!”
Simply put, you kissed your boss. Fantastic.
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Allison Hughs certainly had quite the morning dealing with you. And the following stage was indeed no different. Laying on her side on the bed, she could only continuously shake her head with complete disbelief watching you pace from one corner to the other in your bedroom. And you knew of that, you noticed it clearly. Though you were caught in a tangled mess. Being a corporate woman, you handled conflicts and issues in a professional manner. Therefore, this was simply an embarrassment.
“Oh god! oh god! oh god-” you went.
“I don’t understand what the big deal is, Sweetie“ Allison said coolly.
“Oh Shit! No no no” Your concern still continued as you kept muttering to yourself.
“So you guys kissed...And?”
Allison pointed out, as she incited more groans from you, “Okay! Let’s say you guys do start dating…So what?” Allison posed the inquiry, sitting up finally with a smile, “Personally I think it’s hot” she grinned mischievously, while bringing her knees to her chest, as her mind wandered, “Imagine…” she began dreamily, “...getting it on with Mr.Wayne in his office at Wayne Tower...” A sensual tone exited from her, “....No one there to eavesdrop your sexy encounter because the doors locked-”
“Oh yeah...it’s all so tempting until you REALIZE this is REAL LIFE...with CONSEQUENCES!” You spat out frustratingly, before covering your face “...shit! I kissed Bruce Wayne...” Muffled tone emphasized your frustration. Funny how you were blind to all this last night.
“Sweetie! if you like the guy, what the fuck is wrong?”
Allison’s innocent inquiry forced you to look up. You were touched. She really did care for you. However you also sensed her naiveté. And life did not carry on the way one hoped it would. You were finally on the smack bottom of reality. Deeply breathing, You grew calmer.
“Ali, it’s not like I’m falling for a colleague, that’s different. THIS IS Bruce Wayne…” you scoffed, “I mean...dating my EMPLOYER BRUCE WAYNE! It’s just the worst timing. It’s bad enough I punched Henderson, but NOW THIS?? If I do this…” you continued, “I’m bringing Wayne Enterprises down with me…Just think of all the horrible rumors” sighing heavily, you began rummaging the bed for your phone.
“Sweetie, Who cares?”
“I HAVE TO CARE, ALI!” You looked back at her, pausing by your own loud reply, “This is not a fantasy…” you said softly, grabbing the phone, “This is real life…” your tone brimming with sadness.
Breathing deeply, Allison stared at the wall with realization, “…for a second I forgot you’re the acting Head…Shit” she muttered, “Real life problems…” she said, breathing heavily, “…definitely not easy…”
With the phone pressed against your ear, You were finally relieved to see Allison finally understand.
“Greg? Hey!” you began as the call was answered, “No! No! I’m better” you said, shaking your head, “Listen, I’m coming by later to office, okay?”
Allison looked at you confusingly as you finally hung up. You jolted when your phone vibrated in your hand. It was him:
Hope you slept in today.
“Thought you were taking the day off” you heard Allison begin. Your heart could not help but clench when you forcibly swiped the message off your lock screen. The first grueling step.
“Well…” you said, looking up, “I guess I need a distraction from this nightmare”
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(Few days later)
The sounds of the television echoed throughout the Wayne Penthouse. All the while Alfred Pennyworth continued to set the dinner table for one. The evening news played, images of the variety of criminals courtesy of Gotham’s underbelly, captured and arrested taking main stage as the news reporters presented their usual reports. With the appetizing yet comforting meal served in fashionable white crockery, the butler finally sat on the sofa when the elevator door quickly opened with a ding! The old man smiled, especially when his wrinkled eyes caught the sight of Bruce Wayne enter.
“Another successful arrest…” He began, pointing at the screen, “Thanks to you, sir” he added with a teasing tone. However, the younger man did not acknowledge. Clad in his jeans and leather jacket, Bruce quietly made his way towards the bedroom. Alfred sighed in silence. Fourth night. This probably was the fourth night his young master had acted this way. And the fourth consecutive night he barely touched his dinner, even after his nightly duties. Not to mention, the fourth night of absolute silence. And by this very moment, Pennyworth simply had reached his limits.
“Something’s been bothering you, Master Wayne!”
Alfred began loudly, forcing Bruce to halt, “I can tell…” he added, walking towards the paused man. Tired, Bruce turned back.
“What are you talking about, Alfred?” He inquired with possible denial. Alfred’s eyebrows furrowed:
“I’ve raised you since you were an infant…to know when you’re fibbing, Sir…”
The moment the words left Alfred’s lips, an invisible force urged Bruce to sink into the nearest armchair. Bending forward, Bruce covered his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.
“It’s just that…” he paused, “…it’s her…” taking his hands away, he looked at the old man. Given the nature of their relationship, it was more than sufficient information for the both of them to understand what exactly was being discussed here. And who.
Nodding slowly, Alfred made his way to the counter:
“Think it’s time to open up that Whiskey you’ve been saving, Master Wayne”
He said, who did not notice the subtle sad smile that appeared on Bruce’s face during.
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Performance Appraisals : the review of employees performance and the overall contribution to the company. In other words, the busiest time of the year for the HR Department. It was certainly the most perfect distraction from the nightmare you had identified as reality. Which mainly was the situation between you and Bruce Wayne.
Forget him.
Your fingers, they were shamed, they were strictly forbidden from traveling anywhere near his name on your phone screen to form any sort of replies to his countless messages.
I suppose work is keeping you quite busy, huh?
Messages that kept coming:
Is everything alright?
With much enthusiasm and concern:
You know, I’m here if you need me. What’s going on?
In other words, you had made the horrid, difficult decision to forbid yourself of thinking about him. Let alone hope for any possible future with him.
Forget him.
You welcomed late night, early morning assignments, deadlines, work meetings. you volunteered on behalf of everyone, all the to the point they all began to wonder about your sanity. And it did not matter to you. Fully immersed, you made sure the only free time you were gifted with, was only to sleep. Just for one vital goal:
Forget him.
Physically and mentally, you were quicker and more reflexive than ever before. It seemed quite essential to do so, especially when you were more prone to accidentally encounter the man you wished to avoid with all your heart. And it was quite the challenge to avoid him, considering the fact he surprisingly was present at work every day.
However, those efforts were tested, and Lucius Fox was responsible. Little did you expect to submit a report to the CEO all the sudden, only to find Bruce Wayne sitting in his office conversing with him during. Though sheer panic came over, you remembered politely offering your greetings to both. As much as the sight of him brought a sense of comfort to a part of you, the strength of your will assisted in forcing you out of the office in time to recover yourself in the elevator.
Truthfully, you were no fool. You knew who he was, and you could appreciate him. If you were any other woman, heaven knew how much you would treasure him with all your heart. With no shame and no boundaries. Heaven knew the infinite amount of love you would give to him.
But you were you, and you were desperately full of bad luck. You were at the risk of being called out as the Senior HR Manager entangled with the owner of Wayne Enterprises, possibly sleeping with him as well. It was not what you were deserved to be called as, but it would be rumored and fabricated as such. Life was never kind to women. It still is not.
Forget him : Two words that you kept telling yourself. They were what you had to believe in, even though you truthfully missed him every single time. It was the pill you had to swallow every single moment your body would be in cold sweats deprived of his touch. That wonderfully innocent touch you were gifted with one night, being in his arms as you kissed him with all the love. You were not happy with this, that was the plain truth. In fact, the self-hate and disappointed increased by tenfolds.
Forget him
You prayed you would bore him. You prayed he would move on. You prayed to see him smile, alongside a wonderfully appropriate woman, someone that he could walk hand in hand with. You prayed he would be happy with no shame or regrets. Dying of jealousy would be inevitable for you, but at least you would be at peace. All because you truly cared for him, because you truly loved him.
And thus, there you were, immersed in the distraction, your life consistently on fast pace , like a dance remix track on loop.
However, one early morning, a particular phone call suddenly managed to force your life to hit pause.
“Miss, Please come”
Alfred Pennyworth said, his voice laced with a tone close to sadness, something you had never heard before:
“It’s about Master Wayne”
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The manner you scrambled in to the elevator, “Forget him” was certainly the last thing you could ever do, for Bruce Wayne was all that you could think of at the moment. Was he hurt? Injured? Or something worse? The few seconds taken for the elevator to reach the Penthouse felt like an eternity, thus driving you beyond patience as your foot tapped nervously. Your heart was beating at a new pace of its own, speed so deadly you feared you might even explode. Hunger or thirst had come second in your needs this morning. The moment the elevator opened, the tapping of your foot joined the exact speed of your heart. You literally jumped out:
“ALFRED!” You cried, “ Alfred…where is h-”
You paused, eyes widening with confusion. The worry and panic birthed in you suddenly seemed quite wasteful. Especially when you found Bruce Wayne casually standing next to the sofa chair alongside Alfred, being at their safest and calmest. That very moment, did you realize how overdramatic your behavior might have seemed, which caused nothing but sheer awkwardness in the room. It was clearly intensified when you noticed the mess of a state you were in. Dashing out of your own apartment so fast, you had forgotten to tuck in your shirt, while your hair remained loose and inhibited. With a proud smile, Alfred looked at his master:
“I told you so…” the butler said, beginning to walk away from him. You grew confused.
“Told?-” you paused, “Wait!” you exclaimed, looking at Bruce. Confusion morphed into instant anger. Could this possibly be another cheap ploy to see you? By playing with your emotions? You were in disbelief, as you pointed at him accusingly:
“Did you put Alfred up to this?”
“It was purely my doing, Miss”
Your eyes widened once more when Alfred answered with confidence. Panting to recover your breath, you looked at the older man walking over to you.
“I only did the needful…cause no one else did…” he said, shooting you a look before looking over at Bruce, “I’ve made you some, if you excuse me”
You chuckled in disbelief. It appeared that someone was clearly compelled to take decisive action on behalf on both of you, as a proper adult. And his name was Alfred Pennyworth.
“Thank you, Alfred” Bruce said, to which the butler nodded in acknowledgement before leaving the area.
All your dire efforts in the past few days seemed moot, when finally you were back to square one, as you had this standing right before you. Dressed in such simple attire such as a crisp white shirt and black pants, Bruce Wayne still managed to break your defenses, leaving you breathless once more. He was the physical embodiment of the dewy grass in the early morning. Simply cooling and refreshing. The mere thought of being alone in a room with Bruce Wayne would have been your version of heaven a few days ago. Truthfully, temptation frantically begged you to run into his arms, only to just remain there for an eternity. And heaven knows what else it would urge you to do with a man such as he was.
But you could not. You should not. Not when you constantly felt as you were being trialed by morality. You despised it.
The room reeked of silence, to the point it was simply unbearable. The fact he did not seem cross made it worse for you. An explanation was needed by him. You could not disagree on that. Taking a few steps towards him, you inhaled deeply, especially when he looked at you with a gentle yearning:
“I-”
The phone rang frantically in your bag, making you jump. With a deep sigh, you took it out. Immediately, you looked over to Bruce:
“It’s Officer Blake…”
You said, knowing information of much importance was to be received. It was a call not to be ignored. With his nod of agreement, you put the call on speaker phone.
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With a reasonably stacked file in hand, Officer John Blake sat comfortably at the rooftop of the Police Station. It was a cloudy morning as he looked over the Gotham city with his phone pressed to his ear. This call, was certainly the precinct walls need not eavesdrop to.
“Officer Blake!”
The woman known publicly as ‘The Bruiser’ answered, “ I really hope you’re calling to bring me good news”
John could not help but chuckle by her response, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Ma’am” he said, “But I promise to give you something better than ‘I’ve got nuthin’”
Opening the file with one hand, he continued, “The shooter from last time…”
“… Mr. Slender?”
“Who?” John asked confusingly. The woman laughed nervously from the other side of the line.
“Sorry…” she said, “…that was what I called him in my head…”
“Makes sense…” John nodded, proceeding to smile when he saw a woman walking over to him. It was Nina Langdon. With her loose red hair brushed to the side, she quickly perched next to John, offering him a coffee cup, labeled “Commons Café”. Putting the call on speaker, John handed the phone to Nina as he went through the file whilst taking a quick sip of the hot beverage:
“His name is Emilio Cruz, or thats what it says in the system...” He said, as the coffee warmed his throat, “No priors, and…” sighing, John shook his head, “…there’s very little detail about him. He barely talked during the interrogation. And before we knew it, Henderson’s men got him out again”
The woman exhaled deeply. John did not blame her. For even Nina did not seem pleased.
“So he’s a free man again…”
“Technically yes, there’s not much the police can do right now” John answered, looking through the file, “The CCTVs near the bodega were blocked the moment shots were fired, so we couldn’t make out the other people involved.”
The woman expressed her response with silence. Blake felt guilt clenching him hard. His distress was evident. And for a second, he did not even have the heart to look at Nina. Gripping the file tighter, his voice suddenly grew louder:
“Ma’am…” John began, “…I know this seems like a dead end, but it’s not. I won’t let it” he said, “I’ll do my best to open a case against Henderson, and you will have to come in every once in a while for questioning”
“Of course…anything you need, Officer”
The woman answered instantly. Her voice rife with enthusiasm and relief.
Finally hanging up, John quickly took in another long sip for comfort.
“You’re doing the right thing, John” Nina spoke, the warmth in her voice seemingly much stronger than the beverage. As he looked into her eyes, John knew he got the morale boost he so needed to carry with this mission.
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Putting the phone away, you let out a heavy sigh. You were filled with such suspense during the call that your forced you to sit down. As he stood with his hands in his trouser pockets, Bruce watched you silently. After almost escaping death, a partial hope formed within you, that perhaps your life would finally be spared and intruded. Truthfully, how far could someone really go for murder? But now, upon hearing the sombre tone of Officer Blake, another reality dawned on you. One where you might have to keep your eyes wide open. Open for ‘Emilio’ and for ‘Alpha’. Feigning a chuckle, you slowly got up, barely looking at the man.
“Guess I still got a target on my head…heheh”
You said, looking down. But the moment your eyes traced his footsteps growing closer, you cleared your throat, “..right-”
“You’re avoiding me, aren’t you?”
You tensed, when Bruce Wayne finally brought up the elephant in the room.
Turning your head up slowly, your eyes finally met his. His eyes, they were far from displeased. However, you did manage to catch a glimpse of sadness in them. As if he was let down. As this was not expected. Not from some such as yourself. You felt so ashamed.
“Mr.Wayne-”
“Bruce” he corrected, with a soft smile. Shushing yourself embarrassingly, you held your hands together for forgiveness, “Force of habit….” You muttered shyly. As your hands were engaged in a silent wrestling match of it’s own, you took a deep breath:
“I’m really sorry…” you began softly, “…truly…for everything, Bruce”
His name, simply unbelievable how it rolled out of your lips so beautifully. And more importantly, how you managed to involuntarily smile whenever it did. As you smiled, you felt your body relax, enabling you to admire those handsome features he owned. For a split second, you were overjoyed to implant your gaze at him. Your eyes, they indulged in the details as he grew closer. The brunette hair parted on the side and brushed back seemed so delectable, your fingers suppressed their desire to run through it with frenzy. The high cheekbones and the lines on the sides of his mouth seemingly majestic, distracting you until it was clear he stood merely a few centimeters away from your face, bending his head, high hopes to steal a long-awaited kiss.
Except you looked down. With a deep breath, you put your hands on your hips before looking up with a serious expression:
“I am a woman...” you began, “....who takes her job very seriously…” You stated confidently, “And…” you chuckled, pointing at him, “…you being you...and me being me…” you said, pointing at yourself, “I just…” you paused, “…this ...is this right?” You inquired, “…Us? I mean…” taking another breath, you smiled, “Are you sure you want this?”
Beating around the bush just to inquire the ethics of a relationship. Was this over dramatic? Bruce however, did not flinch. Instead, he smiled.
“I think you should ask the question yourself...” he said, his voice softer than velvet, “... do you want this?” He said, passing the ball over to you, which you held with such reluctance. You sighed:
“Don’t do this, Bruce-”
However you shut up the moment he cupped your face with both hands. He was not amused. He seemed highly convincing:
“You’re the one who kissed me” he stated, his warmth breath falling on your face, “…you’re the one who drove me insane… from the very moment I saw you”
Breathless, you tried your hardest not to be. But it was difficult, especially when his velvet voice soothed your wounded soul.
“Well, to be fair…” you began in a witty tone, “…you weren’t entirely innocent yourself” you said, smiling. Bruce shot you an amused glance. Breathing deeply, you sighed, “You have no idea how wild you drove me” you added with sincerity: “And you kissed me back, mind you”
You said. Chuckling together, the atmosphere seemed to grow normal and comfortable. Truthfully, you missed that dearly.
“I just hope you understand, I’m in a really screwed up place…” you said sadly, “…you being my boss and all…” you stated, for that was simply the truth. Bruce smiled gently.
“Well, until things get unscrewed…” he began, “I will wait for you…”
“I wish you won’t…” you said, reminded of the kindness you felt in him on the very first day you met him. Instead of a defying reply, his lips landed on your forehead, kissing it gently to send a rush of warmth though you. As simple as it was, yet it called out for many of your frustrations to come out of the shadows. And it simply caused you to long for him even more. Forget him? It would be a herculean task indeed.
“But don’t make me suffer for too long” he teased, muttering on to your forehead before looking at you. With a chuckle, you tilted your head:
“See? I don’t want to be a burden to you…”
“You’re not-”
“Master Wayne!”
Alfred’s voice emerged out of nowhere, forcing Bruce to release you from his grasp. The older man walked over briskly, “Pardon the intrusion but…”
“And that’s my queue to leave…” you announced, unwilling to intrude on pressing matters.
“Best if you stay as well, Miss”
Alfred certainly had other plans, as he turned on the television to GCN Breaking News. Complete surprise was the default mood as you all watched Erik Henderson standing before Henderson Incorporated surrounded by news reporters. His smug expression was as flashy as the tile of the news frame that read:
Wayne Enterprises: Guilty of Intellectual Property Breach?
Bruce’s phone began to ring continuously, however he silenced it as Henderson began to speak to the press:
“Henderson Incorporated has been robbed of our dignity. And I demand Bruce Wayne to step forward and address this. He may be able to protect thugs in his own company like ‘the Bruiser’ but, we will not rest until this issue is resolved”
Folding your arms worriedly, you wondered if you were actually a fatal curse brought upon to destroy Wayne Enterprises, and Bruce Wayne himself.
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An Emergency Management Meeting was called. Being Lillian’s backup, it was imperative for you to participate from HR. Henderson’s surprising stunt had definitely caused quite the stir that a swarm of reporters waited outside Wayne Enterprises when you finally arrived. Thus, entering the building itself was a dire task with you bombarded with questions:
“Bruiser! Bruiser! Over here!”
“What are your thoughts regarding the claims made by Erik Henderson?”
“Do you feel partially responsible for all this?”
“Have you been in contact with Bruce Wayne?”
“Do you regret attacking Henderson?”
Those unanswered questions echoed in your head, sitting alongside the other Heads and members at the conference room. The group collectively clamored with questions, growing louder when Lucius Fox and Bruce Wayne arrived and took their seats. But as soon as Fox stood up, silence fell on all of them.
“Members of the Management” he began, his voice booming across “As we all know, Erik Henderson has made certain unsavory claims about Wayne Enterprises”
“What the hell is this devil up to?” Kline from Accounting certainly had no time to be formal, while the others heavily buzzed in agreement.
“He’s claiming Wayne Enterprises has stolen the…” Fox paused, as he read the file in hand, “…blueprints of their Main Server” he added with raised eyebrows. As if what he heard was unimaginable.
“That’s preposterous!” Kline cried out, leading the crowd to continue their clamour.
Slight relief washed over you. When you expected the Heads to show their aggression towards you for your previous blunder, they somehow surprised you with complete solidarity instead. Perhaps that company dinner helped. And it was certainly a relief that the Board of Directors were not involved. They did not need to be. Heaven knows the chaos they would make, and the blame they might impose on you. Thank goodness for Fox. You looked over at Bruce, who sat on the other corner of the table. Looking at Fox with seriousness, he seemed to be deep in thought. Maybe he was.
“Regardless of the minor details, this is simply utter nonsense” Fox said.
“But Mr. Fox, we cannot take this lying down” Ted Hawthorne pointed out, sitting beside his Head in Legal with a concerned expression, “The Board of Directors will definitely have questions. And Henderson will not hesitate to press charges…”
“Exactly…” Fox said, “..so before this drags on to court, I suggest we meet Henderson’s team in private, resolving this as peacefully as possible”
“Henderson is asking for me”
All turned towards Bruce’s direction as his voice pierced through, “I will go.”
Your heart clenched. As valiant as he was, this was not the time to be Batman. He could not take on this endeavour all on his own.
“You’re going to need us, Mr Wayne” Ted said, “Henderson’s Team is like a pack of wolves, you’re going to need reinforcements if this is gonna be resolved.”
“Thank you” Bruce nodded at him.
And so, whilst the Management continued to plan out their strategy before the fated meeting, you could not help but continuously glance over at Bruce. A sudden urge came over you to speak to him. Was he prepared with this? Will everything be alright? As he kept himself busy listening to the Legal Team, you were descending down on a personal spiral of regrets. Which included getting this entire company in trouble in the first place.
All because of a drunken punch in the face.
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“What the damn HELL?”
Lillian Foster’s enraged voice filled your ears through the phone. In complete disbelief yourself, you could not help but laugh while walking out of the ladies washroom. You could not resist sharing the news with your Boss.
“Yeah! my thoughts exactly…” you said, bending to toss the used tissue to the trash bin. Lillian sighed heavily.
“I swear, that man Henderson is going off the rails” her voice kept you in good company strolling through the HR floor, “So…He thinks we had a spy stealing a Blueprint?”
“So…you remember Caleb saying he went for an Interview at Hendersons before joining Wayne?” you recalled, walking over to your office,“And that was like TWO years ago” you stressed, locking the door behind you, “And now suddenly it’s a matter of company safety for Henderson? He’s unbelievable…” you scoffed, standing by the window blinders , opening it slightly to watch the staff outside, “Anyways, How is the baby?” your voice quickly changing to an affectionate one.
“Thankfully loves her mama…I could sleep for a few straight hours finally”
Nodding, your eyes seemed occupied once you caught the glimpse of Clara Bennett. Sitting in her lonesome in one of the smaller meeting rooms, she seemed to be far from her usual self. Down in the dumps, more like.
“So, what are you gonna do about the Offer?”
Your focus returned immediately upon Lillian’s query. Nervousness began to form.
“What offer?” you blurted out with feigned surprise. Your boss chuckled.
“Don’t play dumb with me, young lady …” she said, “I bet you already got Hudson’s email …I heard from a contact”
With a deep sigh, you made your way to your computer. Lillian seemed patient with your silence, as she cooed her crying baby lovingly. You opened your inbox with trepidation, clicking on that fateful email titled:
Job Offer for General Manager -Hudsons Solutions
Hudsons Solutions, possibly the best HR Specialist Company in Gotham city. It was known to only hire only the best in the field, providing excellent services to all major companies and businesses. The fact that Clara Bennett herself was not a permanent staffer there was a clear example of their elite status.
Therefore, it was quite the surprise when they offered you a job. You remember going for the interview two years ago. It was an impulse decision after a bad day. But never did you think they would get back with a green light. This email was a blessing. Yet, you were reluctant to even consider it.
“So…how does it look?”
Lillian inquired as you looked at the email. You sighed with an involuntary smile, “It’s everything I hoped it would be…“ you said, “...the working hours, the pay, the benefits…” You added, feeling a sense of excitement the more you read it , “But” you paused, “… after the Bruiser incident… would they choose me?” You wondered, your fingers grazing over the mouse.
“The fact they sent this after the incident, clearly shows they want you no matter what”
Funny how you still were brimming with confusion, even with Good News staring at you in the face.
“I really don’t know what to do, Lillian” you admitted, crossing your legs, “But…Hudsons is my dream place to work”
“Heheh…I’m really gonna miss you if you go…”
You chuckled, “Well, Why don’t you come along with me?”
“Don’t tempt me. I might…”
Lillian said, with laughter breaking out between both.
Truthfully, you were surrendered by fear. It finally was evident that you possibly may fear of letting go. Imagining the possibility of leaving the company that was your home for a decade. The thought of it seemed heartbreaking. It was never hell. But you always longed to get better. However, if you did strive and take the daring step, would that not help you in every way imaginable? With Bruce Wayne, for example?
Then again, if the Billionaire ends up never being invested as you were, would it regretful to leave behind a trustworthy workplace?
“You were born to do great things, honey. I hope you make a good decision”
Hanging up, a huge weight landed on your chest with more queries. But at the same time, you had a thirst that needed quenching. And a sudden urge to check on a friend.
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Gently knocking on the small meeting room door, you surprised Clara with two paper cups of steaming coffee. And to your sheer relief, her face lit up soon after.
“Thanks...” she said, taking one cup, “…you already know my order” she added with surprise. You smiled.
“That happens when you come to the HR Department at Wayne Enterprises…you remember your coffee order” you chuckled, sitting in front of her. Finally, after a few of consulting, it was finally Clara’s last week.
But that could not possibly be the reason for her blue expression, “You doing okay?” You inquired.
Looking up from her coffee, Clara appeared quizzical, “What do you mean?”
“I’m not saying I miss you poking on our business but…” you said ,shaking your head, “It’s just that…you’ve been unusually quiet these days” you stated, shrugging, “Just wanted to see if you’re okay”
Ever since the night you were almost killed, you were too distracted by being distracted ,to fully notice how Clara exuded a different energy at work. She spoke less and she smiled rarely. Holding onto her coffee, she sighed:
“I’m sorry. It’s just that-” she paused, smiling, “Never mind..”
“What?” You asked quickly, only to stop yourself, “I mean- you don’t have to-if you don’t want to…” you said, unwilling to cause trouble by slowly getting up, “I can just-”
“No, I want to” Clara said, urging you to sit down once again. Taking a deep breath, she looked at you, “So…I’ve been seeing this guy”
“Ooh…”
You began excitedly with a smile, “….someone tamed Ms. Bennett’s heart. Spicy!-Sorry…” you bowed your head embarrassingly upon seeing Clara’s look.
Taking another sip, she continued:
“Anyways, We went out a couple of times. And he wasn’t shy on telling me how much he liked me”
“So he’s an expressive one, that’s rare” you noted, nodding before drinking your coffee. Clara chuckled.
“Yeah, I like him, I do” She added, “But, I was scared to admit it for some reason”, you swore you felt your smile fade upon hearing it, “And when I finally summed up the courage to tell him…” Clara smiled sadly, “…he didn’t seem that interested anymore. He had moved on”
“Oh Clara…” you breathed. She shrugged.
“Guess he figured I wasn’t as invested as he was…” she said, “…which was NOT true…I was just late to the party. I just didn’t…do it right…” she added, her fist clenching tightly. You sighed deeply.
“That just sucks…really, I’m so sorry”
Clara chuckled amusingly, "Why you getting so upset?”
The sadness was evident on your face, you may not have seen it. Yet you felt it. Coming to realization, you pressed your lips. She was right, why were you so upset? Could it that it was a clear reminder of someone else you knew? Yourself? Your future? Bruce?
“Me?” You feigned your disbelief, “ I just-” you paused, “ I guess I can understand when you like someone…and the challenges that come with it”
Indeed, you could empathize to the core. More than ever. Along with the what would smother you. In every way.
"Ah well…what to do” the consultant replied, leaning forward “ All I can tell you is this: If you really care for someone…” she added seriously, slowly tapping her fingers on the table, “….like or love or whatever, better act on it… fast” she stressed, finally leaning back once again, “Cause very few people will be patient in life. And Life IS short so….” Getting up, you were left with some of your own pondering as she left.
Work proceeded as usual, going on until you managed to look through the glass window to the glittery Gotham skyline that evening. Unease remained in you throughout the entire day with one person in mind: Bruce Wayne. 8 hours since they left for questioning, and there were no news. The number of texts you sent were still left unanswered. So, this is what it feels like, you thought.
Perhaps Alfred. Being his confidant, he may have contacted him. Making your way out of the Wayne Tower, you knew where to head over to.
But all was made simply made convenient for you, when you found Alfred Pennyworth standing by the Rolls Royce, in front of the Tower, seemingly waiting for you.
“Master Wayne insisted” he said, before you could even question. And without any objection, you nodded to let him drive you home.
As the vehicle cruised through the city, you were quiet. It could not be helped. A certain form of guilt had occupied you, forcing you to do so. However, when Alfred’s eyes greeted you from the rear view mirror, you knew you were compelled to speak:
“Any news from Bruce?” You inquired.
“Not at the moment, No” the butler answered with politeness. Sighing was inevitable at this point, as you looked through the window.
“I hope they’re not in trouble” you muttered.
“It’s Master Wayne, miss” Alfred said, “He will figure it out somehow”
The reassurance he offered, filled you with comfort. But simultaneously that guilt within you grew larger like a tumor, reminding you of the indirect cruelty you had inflicted on both men.
“Alfred…”
You began with a deep breath, “I’m sorry….” You continued, “…for avoiding you both…” sighing soon after, “This situation…its not easy for me…”
“We are all bound by responsibility, that I understand, Miss” Alfred replied, as he continued to drive, “But one thing is for certain. In all my life, I have never seen Master Wayne wanting so much to be happy with someone…” he insisted “…and by someone… I mean you, Miss”
He may be the trusted Butler in the Wayne family, but given his tone, you also heard the concern of a father, watching over his son with affection. That strong concern pierced through your heart and remained with a memorable pain.
As you sat on your bed that night, rubbing hand cream, you recalled all the moments that clearly urged you to reflect: Lillian, Clara and Alfred. All three of them, involuntarily shedding light on the path you possibly should journey in. And in the end of the day, you were the one to decide, to take that daring step.
Was Bruce alright? You wondered still. Given the time now, it seemed impossible to imagine Henderson’s legal team to wear them out with accusations at this hour. It was simply ludicrous.
Your heart skipped a beat when the phone vibrated. But the moment you glanced upon it, you chuckled lightly, for you guessed it wrong. It was Clara.
Thanks for today. I felt much better unloading on you.
Smiling warmly, you were relieved. Such a sheer pity she would leave soon. It was certainly a rollercoaster ride of emotion knowing her. However, it all worked out well in the end. You formed a reply:
Yay! Glad I could help.
Would you be truly fortunate enough to receive a text from Bruce instead? At least one word, just to hint all was well. Sleeping seemed unimaginable to you now. For all you could imagine doing was to blankly stare at the screen, drown oneself in the blue light until his name would appear at some point. You were patient.
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(5:30 am )
Dawn peacefully greeted your eyes when they slowly opened. Exhaustion finally had sent you to deep slumber, you appeared to have rested in fetal position, cradling your phone as if it was the most precious object. The reason for it, you had an important one. But, as you glanced upon the screen, the efforts still seemed moot.
With a glass of water in hand, you quietly paced around the apartment in your oversized t-shirt. Morning lights in shades of blue and gray had fallen over every object and corner of the premises. The blue hour, as it was called, was possibly your favorite moment of the day. Regardless of what time you may sleep, your eyes would always open to be greeted by the blue hour. Perhaps your body was hopelessly besotted with it, therefore efforts to wake up seemed nonexistent anymore. You were thankful, for it was the apt moment to indulge in peace, the beauty before the bustle of the streets grew loud, before your roommate woke up. The blue hour was indeed your own, special hour.
Gulping down the entire water, you kept the glass in the sink with a sigh. He never managed to leave your thoughts every single minute. It was inconceivable to imagine how one could think of someone always, but it seemed you could, at least once a minute. For no matter how many attempts arise, he managed to stealthily conceal himself in some undiscoverable corner of your heart. You asked for nothing much, all you really longed for was to confirm his safety, his company’s safety.
The doorbell rang, suddenly waking you up from your pondering. The fact it rang so early in the day, had you quite suspicious. Could it be another attack? Right here in your home? With a deep breath, you tip toed over to the door. Your heart evidently beating out of your chest as you pressed your ear against the door.
“Y-Yes?” You inquired softly.
“It’s me”
That familiar voice. It suddenly provided you with the amount of life your body truly needed. Brimming with relief, you swore you almost felt your eyes water with tears. Overjoyed, you quickly opened the door wide to find Bruce Wayne standing there. Still dressed in his suit and tie, he certainly wore an extra exhausted look as he entered:
“Hey, sorry for barging in like th-”
He paused. He had to. Especially when you ran into him for a tight embrace.
“I-I didn’t go to war, you know” Bruce began, confusingly.
“Doesn’t matter…you’re here now” you replied, with warmth. Heartbeat began to increase the moment you felt his own arms tightly hold you back, to bring you closer. This very moment was when you realized this probably was the very first you shared an embrace. And truthfully, you certainly were pleased with the result. In fact, you were euphoric. His body, you found home in it, with its warmth and it’s safety, framing your own body with such care as your face rested on the crook of his neck. Bruce finally sighed:
“But it did feel like war” he breathed gently. You chuckled.
“Well, Welcome home, soldier ” you whispered teasingly.
Pulling away was torturous. If only you could stay like this forever. Nature certainly was on your side, when you realized his magnetic energy exuded with strength. You were deeply inclined to press your forehead against his, witnessing the quiet, syncopated breathing between each other. And you did. Being in this close proximity, noses brushed against another, sending small sparks of electricity throughout your frame. The memory of that first kiss. The tension, the warmth and the affection. You were reminded of all of it instantly. Lips were heavily strengthened with the magnetic force, urging to reunite with one another. However before tensions skyrocketed, you moved away. Breathing in to reality once again. And it was Hell.
“What the hell happened, Bruce?”
You inquired casually, your hands resting on your hips, “How long did they keep you for?”
“Since this morning”
“What?” Hissing in shock, your eyes widened as he quietly closed the door behind him.
“Henderson’s guys, they were good” He said softly, shaking his head as you offered him a seat on the sofa, “They were armed with enough questions to last the night. Some of them just plain outrageous, in fact. All just to make sure we didn’t steal their Blueprints” he chuckled.
“God!” You exclaimed quietly, “…that man is crazy” you said, walking towards the window while looking at him, “Were you alone?”
“No no...” he said, “Ted and the others...safe to say, they saved my ass” he added, following you. Smiling proudly, you tilted your head:
“You owe them big time, by the way”
“Oh, I told them to sleep it off today....” Bruce said, with a smile, “With pay...”
Clutching your chest, you were joyous to see all had ended well, “Thank you...” you breathed, to which he nodded graciously. All the sudden, it came to your awareness of how indecent you appeared before him. Being the woman who paraded around in her formal office attire, now standing in just her oversized T-shirt, messy hair and no makeup.
Yet, it indeed was surprising that it only occurred to you later on, for your strongest emotions and concerns had come first before reputation. With your long silence, it seems Bruce finally took a good look at you as well. Dare to catch his expression, you dared not, for you urged yourself to shyly look away.
“Henderson...he-“ you began, folding your arms, “I’m pretty sure all this happened because of me...” you added, looking down at his shoes. You sighed, “this was definitely a petty method to get you to fire me. I mean, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me” you stated, “I’m putting this company through so much”. Hunching forward, you chuckled sadly:
“They should have just killed me in that alleyway in the first place-Ah!”
Gasps exited your lips when you felt Bruce snatch on to your right hand with an iron grip. Only then did you realize the intensity of his eyes piercing through the dim morning light. And how they glinted with hurt.
“If they killed you,...” he breathed, pressing his lips soon after, “I would never be able to live with myself…ever”
Those words brimmed with vulnerability. However, your heart could not accept them.
“You’re just saying that“ you whimpered. Looking in to your eyes with focus, he breathed in your name.
“I spent one whole night…” Bruce began, “…answering senseless questions, to a man child with anger issues…And I did it for you” he said, “And…I would do it all over again...”
To your surprise, this composited of all qualities deemed romantic, though it may not seemed traditional. They were certainly most adequate for you. But, your heart was not yet convinced:
“Bruce…” your voice almost broke, “…I’m just a Senior Manager in your company” you said, with a sad smile, “You deserve better”
And you meant it, truly. Gently pulling you closer, Bruce exhaled deeply:
“I don’t care of what I deserve...” he stated, his thumb grazing over your hand,
“…I care of what I need…”
Your fast paced heart had difficulty functioning when you felt him place a gentle kiss on the back of your wrist. The same traumatic place Alpha willfully slashed, the same spot blood managed to gush out. His lips, they were akin to an invisible bandage you preferred not to rid oneself of. And to find him reach this stage of vulnerability, you would be lying if you did not acknowledge your broken heart as a consequence.
“Bruce...” you breathed, your defenses breaking down within seconds. Looking up, he looked at you with desperation:
“What is it?” he inquired with impatience, “What do I need to prove to y-”
He was silenced, when you clashed your lips against his with sheer desperation. Your heart finally understood, it seemed.
“Just kiss me” you breathed shakily, your lips brushing against his. Was this what he desired for? You wondered for a split second. But the moment he exhaled with relief, Bruce kissed you back with equal fervor, both finally have come to an understanding.
A desperate one, to be exact.
Bruce’s lips were as addictive and charismatic as his entire presence itself, and certainly strong enough to drive away and forget all matters that resided in your head, except one: your desperate need for him.
Desperation was what you tasted when he kissed you, and that was what your own lips preached religiously to his. It was the lead role of this passion play. Every minute, every day, every week you had deprived yourself of him, you hopelessly needed them back. All forms of doubts and suppression that lingered, you threw all out of the window. For you chose him, you wanted him.
His lips, they held on to you tightly, savoring your own with enough passion and impatience whilst his hands gripped on to your waist with intensity. And truthfully, you did not blame him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you were relieved to share that similar greed for one another. You moaned into the kiss, as his palms made themselves at home on your buttocks. Backing up, you finally stopped the moment you felt the dinner table right behind you. And before your brain could even form any connection, Bruce was generous, lowering himself enough for you to jump onto him, just so he could carefully place you on the table.
Pulling him by the loosened tie, you felt the kiss deepen at last. Tongues were in a desperate race to reach their destination before the other, intoxicating each other with no shame. As he stood between your legs, you heard yourself gasp into his lips as bodies clashed intimately close. It sent goosebumps, it cause fireworks. Your body was awakened in more ways than one.
Like a drug addict deprived of her usual supply, you suddenly looked at Bruce with desperation when his lips quickly pulled away from yours. Looking at your messy, aroused state, he began breathlessly:
“I can…” he panted, forehead pressed against yours, “I can stop if you want-”
“Don’t dare fucking stop, Bruce!”
You whispered, sheer impatience leading you to kiss him roughly afterwards. His consideration even at this point led to even more arousal than before. By now, the level of desperation increased, to the point a sense of connection was expected of, where desire and lust grouped up form a stronger alliance. A pair of trousers being unbuckled never sounded this heavenly, especially when it was Bruce Wayne engaged in it. With your own fingers hooked on to the ends of your panties, you impatiently managed to pull them down whilst moving from side to side on the table. All the while his lips were desperately glued onto yours.
No clothes were in need of shedding, for there was simply no time to. Sloppy Desperation overruled this morning, to the point all that simply mattered were the uniting of one’s bodies until two became one, until that burning flame could finally be put out. Until that hunger was satisfied, and that thirst was quenched.
“Bruce…” you breathed, pulling away, eyes widening as you looked down.
For the moment your eyes caught the glimpse of his own aroused manhood reveal itself before you, the need for him was confirmed once more . The very moment you found yourself adjusting for him, you were aware of what you needed. The moment you let out of an incredibly emotional cry when he finally inserted himself into you, all that seemed challenging in your life were suddenly filled with clarity.
“Ah! Bruce…” you cried softly, as his own grunts harmonized with yours.
With every thrust he made inside you, with every kiss he planted on your skin, you gladly were prepared to be his. As the apartment filled up with suppressed moans, grunts and whispery sighs exchanged between the two, you were hopelessly and shamelessly his.
When finally the passion peak was reached, and his own passion erupted and released within your core, You finally knew what really was important for you.
For you had finally decided.
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Light My Fire - CH10
Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.
Warnings: Fluff, NSFW
WC: 2828
Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.
Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3
SERIES MATSTERLIST
BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE
A very loud, very piercing sound catapults her wide awake and Y/N almost stands up straight in bed upon hearing the unfamiliar noise.
There’s a shuffling sound of a hand taping on a night stand. It needs too many misses to finally stop that horrible, horrible noise. When silence returns, she closes her eyes again.
It takes her a little while to remember where she is and when she does, her eyes fly back open with horror.
Blinking, she sees that she’s still in Dean’s room, still horizontal in his bed and she feels him, feels his legs, his arms, his body. They’re connected and tangled together in more places than they’re not.
She knows that she should maybe get up, should maybe hop into the showers and get dressed for work but she just can’t seem to move because he’s half draped over her, and strangely, she’s very okay with that. It’s too cozy in bed to want to move at all. So she does what every sane person would do after the ringing of an alarm — she closes her eyes again.
Another shrill noise snaps her out of her cozy cocoon after a while.
Oh my god, that fucking alarm again!
Dean stirs next to her, his hand flies to where his alarm is, picks it up and throws it against the wall, the ringing dies down. He slips his hand underneath the covers, arm weaving around her waist.
“No wonder you’re always so grumpy,” She mumbles into the pillow, catches his scent off of it.
Y/N feels Dean lifting his head to look at her.
“What?” His voice is deep and raspy, still full of sleep, the bass of it vibrates onto her back.
“Your alarm. It literally makes me angry hearing it.”
He chuckles at that, “I have to buy a new one now anyway.”
She turns onto her back and tries to blink the sleep out of her eyes and then she looks into Dean’s eyes who is propped onto his elbow looking down at her.
Oh my god, how can he look so good so early in the morning? It’s not fucking fair! His hair is ruffled up but it makes him even more cute.
“What time is it?” She squints her eyes, looking at him feels like looking into the fucking sun. Her eyes can’t take it so early in the morning.
“6.15am,”
“What? Oh my god, Dean!”
He chuckles as she buries her face back deep into the pillow, she takes another breath of his intoxicating scent.
Dean kisses her temple, “Come on! Rise and shine, Y/N!”
“No,” She mumbles.
His hands find her under the covers to tickle her and she’s squirming in his grip, “Oh my god, okay, okay! I’m up!”
Dean gets out of bed to walk to the bathroom and she follows grumpily. She avoids looking in the mirror because she would then see what she knows. That she looks like she’s been run over by trucks — repeatedly.
He’s already brushing his teeth and she picks up her toothbrush while he helps her squirt toothpaste on it. With a glare, she places the brush into her mouth and walks out of the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Dean calls after her.
“I’m taking a shower.” She answers, and proceeds to walk into her own room.
There, she gets out the shirt, tosses it on her bed that’s still made since yesterday morning. Getting out of her panties, she balls them up and throws them into the hamper. She continues to brush her teeth as she walks to the bathroom and sits down to pee. After flushing, she spits out the toothpaste and rinses out her brush before she gets into the shower.
She’s in the middle of soaping up when Dean walks in naked like a fucking greek god. He clearly has no shame whatsoever. But again, she probably would have none either if she looked like that.
Dean leans against the sink, she can’t really see him in detail because the shower glass begins to fog up. She can see his outline, can see that he crosses his arms over his chest and there’s a chuckle, “You’re not a morning person, are you?”
“Ya think?” She grimaces and rinses the shampoo out of her hair.
He ignores her snarky remark and steps into the shower. From up close she can see that his body’s still damp, little droplets of water resting on his shoulders. He already took a shower. And then her eyes wander down to his boner. Yep, definitely hard and it definitely looks inviting. It makes her knees weak and he grins cockily because he knows. Damn him.
She rinses the foam from her face and when she opens her eyes again, Dean’s right up in her space as he cradles her head between his big palms and tilts her face up to look him in the eye.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” She replies, “Just angry about your alarm clock,” She’s pouting a litte.
Dean chuckles, “You can order me a new one. See it as one of your tasks for the day. Order something that has a less penetrating sound.”
“Oh, I will. Maybe then you’ll be less grumpy in the mornings,”
“Hey, I’m not the grumpy one around here right now.” He grins and leans down to kiss her.
It’s soft at first, he’s gentle, as if he’s testing the water. It only grows heavier when she kisses him back. She sucks on his tongue like he normally does to her and Dean groans against her mouth.
“Fuck,” He breathes out, “What are you doing to me?”
What is she doing to him? More like what is he fucking doing to her?
He picks her up, and the next thing she knows he has her pinned against the tiled wall. The impact makes her bite down on his bottom lip that’s still attached to her, and he groans some more at that.
It’s all rough and need and want, and her mind is fogged as much as the shower, her pussy clenches and releases around nothing.
Dean nibbles down her throat, “You want this? Tell me you want this,”
How is she supposed to answer him when he sucks down her throat and thrusts his hips so his dick grinds so good against her aching cunt?
She tries nonetheless, “Y— oh go—, ye— ss,”
There goes her coherent thoughts.
He kisses around her lips, plants little pecks on her nose, her cheeks, “Next time, I promise, I’ll take my time,” His breathing is ragged, “I just— fuck— just want to feel you around my cock now, can I?”
“Please,” She stammers, doesn’t even care that it came out whiny.
He smiles, kisses her and lines himself up with one hand while the other one still holds her pinned against the shower wall.
Dean takes his time now, threads the head of his cock along her folds, slicks it up with her juice before she feels him at her entrance. He goes in slow, and she feels the stretch and burn and he moans into her mouth upon feeling the warmth of her pussy.
“Goddamn it,” He lowers his face to the crook of her neck, sucks at her skin and her hand fists in his hair, one is on his back, nails digging into his flesh.
“Dean,” She whines out, because he’s still moving awfully slow. He pauses and his body shudders when he bottoms out.
His thrusts stay slow, as if he doesn’t dare to hurt her.
“Harder, please,” She needs it. Fucking wants him to have his way with her.
He chuckles, his mouth leaves her skin, and there’s skin between his teeth that he releases before he kisses it to sooth it, “Harder, yeah?”
“Uh-huh,”
“Christ,” Dean curses, picking up speed and she wedges an arm between them to rub at herself, “Dammit, you’re already tight as it is but you rubbing yourself? It just got wetter and tighter. Keep doing it, baby,”
Baby.
Okay, she really loves it when he calls her that, not going to lie. The endearment goes straight to her core and Dean curses some more as her pussy pulses around him. She can feel it too.
“You’re killing me,” He kisses her deep and with the same roughness he fucks up into her.
She wants to tell him that he’s the one who’s killing her— but she can’t, because her toes are curling and there’s a growing sensation in the depths of her core. It gets stronger and stronger.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop don’t—”
The explosion hits her whole body, she’s shaking above him and Dean has to hold her tighter so as not to let her slip out of his grip. Her hands fly around him, scrambles at his back for purchase. She’s sure that she’ll leave a mark on him, hoping that he doesn’t mind. He groans too, his voice deep and loud as he buries his face deep into her neck and he shudders all over.
When he comes down from his high, he chuckles, kisses up her shoulder, her neck, her cheek until he meets her lips, “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
She blushes at that, but fortunately her cheeks are already flared up from the fucking, “You too,” She smiles and Dean kisses her again before he sets her down. She squirms at the loss when he pulls his still half hard cock out of her with another peck on her nose.
Her legs are wobbly and Dean helps her standing up straight while he places her back under the spray and begins to soap her up. He groans out when his hand goes down there and his fingers slips along her folds. It’s still slick and full of his cum.
Y/N does the same to him, squeezes body wash into her palms and begins to soap up Dean’s chest. She can feel every bump, every muscle twitching, he’s so firm but soft at the same time, it’s ridiculously sexy, and she can’t believe that she’s married to him! Well, fake married— potatoes, potatoes...
Her hands go further down, and she feels his stomach clench when she’s soaping him up underneath his navel. Dean groans out when she grabs his dick, working both hands around his length that’s already increased in size.
Dean groans out, his lips capturing hers for a kiss before he parts, pulling his lower body away from her. His mouth ghosts over hers, their minty breath mixes with the scent of her body wash, “Baby, you gotta stop that or else I have to fuck you again.”
She raises her eyebrows with a cocky grin because she really doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise.
Dean rolls his eyes playfully, groans out a little, and he makes her let go of his cock causing her to pout, “Jesus,” He surges forward, teeth sinking down onto her bottom lip as she yelps up with a giggle.
Of course he’s right. They don’t have that kind of time, so she rinses herself out and Dean follows her under the spray. The smell of her body wash fills the room, the scent hangs heavy and humid in the air and she has to grin at him.
“What?” He asks her with one eyebrow raised as she walks over to her towel and starts to dry herself off.
She starts to chuckle, “You’ll smell like my body wash now.”
Dean just shrugs like he really doesn’t care and continues to wash away the foam from his body.
*
She has to hurry, she knows, because Dean’s already finished and he told her that he’s waiting for her, but she really doesn’t know what she should wear today.
In all honesty, she doesn’t really have many choices but her head’s still hurting and it seems like she has a hard time getting her makeup right.
She opts for a dress. It seems like the best choice because there aren’t any buttons she has to deal with and as for the makeup? Powder and mascara it is. And instead of lipstick, she just uses gloss. She really doesn’t want to waste energy on how she dresses when she knows that the day ahead will be stressful as it is. Sure, it’s Friday, but they always have a lot to do on every freaking day of the week. And— oh shit! She’s going away tomorrow, so she will have even more to do and to arrange for her and Dean’s absent.
“‘M sorry, I’m making you late again.” She groans when she walks into the living space and comes to stand next to him and Dean hands her a cup of coffee. She stares at it.
“Don’t worry, it’s already cooled down a little,”
She has to grin at that, “Thanks,”
“Take your time,” Dean says and turns a page of the newspaper that’s spread in front of him.
She takes a seat on the stool at the kitchen island and lays her cheek on the cold surface, still feeling so hungover, “I think we have to go, my boss will kill me if I’m late,”
Dean chuckles but doesn’t look up from the paper, “I think we’ve established that your boss is a dick.”
“Yeah, and now,” She drinks half her coffee, “I’m definitely going to be late,”
He looks up from the papers, “You want breakfast? I think I still have toast somewhere,”
“Dean, are you listening to what I’m saying? We’re late! My boss will definitely call me into his office. And no, ugh, I don’t think I can keep solid food down,”
Dean raises an eyebrow. He’s already in his suit jacket, the tie neat and he even wears cufflinks. He presses his lips together into a smile as he watches her down her coffee, his dimples of content are showing. A rare sight.
He abandons the newspaper and comes to stand behind her. His arms on either side of her body as he braces his hands on the surface of the kitchen island crowding her in. She feels him lowering himself behind her to whisper into her ear. She feels hot all of a sudden, “I think he’ll be okay with it,” He noses behind her ear, making all the hair on her back stand up, “And if he calls you into his office, it’s not because you’re late.”
*
They arrive and Ruby’s already there, although not really, because she’s slumped over her desk.
Dean squeezes at Y/N’s hand that’s still in his and they stand next to Ruby’s desk, which is the opposite of Y/N’s own desk. He tries to keep a straight face as he clears his throat loudly next to Ruby.
“Huh? Shit! Yeah, I’m here,” Ruby sits upright, is startled by the noise and she looks up at the source to see Dean and Y/N grinning. Her friend’s face falls, “Sorry, sir— I’m—”
“Ruby,” Dean says, and he let go of Y/N’s hand to let her sit down at her desk, “If you could work? That’d be great. And if you need to sleep, go take a nap in the break room like everyone else does.”
Y/N’s jaw drops. How does he know? He’s never in there!
“I need to see you,” He tells her, “You got my email, right?”
“Yes, sir,” Ruby scrambles to gather the papers together and stands up.
“Is my brother in?” He asks. Sam’s office is situated a floor below them.
“Yes, sir.”
Dean raises his eyebrow, “You had a good night?”
Y/N tries to hide her grin.
“Yes, sir.” Ruby’s cheeks turn red.
“You can go wait in my office, I’ll be right there,” Dean says and Ruby nods, walks towards his office.
Dean smiles at Y/N and then he takes a step closer, cages her in with one hand on the back of her chair and one braced on the desk. He lowers himself enough to whisper into her ear, “Did you notice too that Ruby’s still wearing the clothes from last night?”
She snorts out a laugh, “Yeah,”
He laughs with her, places a kiss on the top of her hair, “Okay, let’s work, shall we?” Dean turns around and walks to his office.
“Dean?”
Y/N watches him turn around, “Please don’t tease her about it?”
He shrugs, leaves his hands in the air, “Of course, I won’t. What my employees do in their own time is none of my business.”
“What am I doing as well?” She raises an eyebrow.
He replicates the rise of the eyebrow, his hands disappear into his pants pockets and he grins cockily, “You’re doing me, so yeah, that is my business. Now order that damn alarm clock or I’ll need to see you in my office next.”
CH11
#light my fire#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#ceo!dean winchester#dean winchester fic#dean winchester fan fic#dean winchester fan fiction#nathalie writes
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draco malfoy fanfic
one / two / three / four/ five / seven
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
genre: realty shifting, romance, clownshit
plot: you were trying shifting realities for laughs when you end up trapped in harry potter universe with draco malfoy as your companion
a/n: I am literally writing this for myself, and i love every second. i can’t wait for the next parts! hope y’all like it! <3 also this gif for part two lmao, imagine a little ghost you following behind him in complete sports merchwear <3
“I saw Cedric Diggory,” you told Draco as soon as he entered the room. You had been sitting there all afternoon waiting for him to return. You were about to explode waiting for him. Waiting to tell him what you knew, waiting to ask him questions, and waiting to come up with a plan to stop this horrible war before it even began.
“Well done,” Draco answered dryly. Your eyes followed him as he took off his robes, and walked across the room to his study table. He continued, sarcasitc and uninterested, “You have eyes, you can see. A great observation, muggle.”
“Draco,” you warned your voice heavy making him turn towards you. He sighed as he walked over, bringing out his enchanted little basket. He pulled out dinner for the both of you before settling on the armchair.
He didn’t say anything as he picked up his spoon. He rose an eyebrow a silent command for you to say whatever you were dying to.
A week ago, Draco and you had agreed to one hour of free walking time. You could leave the dorm on your own, and walk around the back entrance of the dungeon that was a well-kept secret that only the elite knew.
Lucky for the both of you, Draco Malfoy was the Prince of Slytherin.
So, as you sneaked out to your daily walk earlier today, you had hoped for the same emptiness. The same quiet mountains, the same whispering trees, and the same cold river water that you dipped your feet into. However, today was not the same.
You were almost out in the open when you heard laughter from the forest. It was too close to the opening, so you hid behind a boulder before peeking over to see who it was. You knew that the invisible potion and dark robe would be enough, but you still had to be careful.
However, when you saw a group of boys, you couldn’t move. Especially when your eyes landed on the boy who looked like sunshine trapped in a human boy. He laughed at something his friend said, and you watched him in his Hufflepuff jumper.
He was laughing. He was happy. He was alive.
You didn’t stay any longer. You rushed back to Draco’s dorm, your mind spinning with thoughts and questions, as you waited for Draco to come back.
“Cedric Diggory is alive,” you said the words, the dinner plate left untouched.
Draco stopped the spoon halfway, before staring at you confused, “Yes, he is.”
“He dies,” you tell Draco. His throat bobs nervously, but he masks it with confusion as he puts the plate down, giving you all his attention.
“Everybody dies,” he feigned disinterest. He pretended as if he doesn’t care what this bit of information meant. But you could see his face, you could see his eyes burning with curiosity as he leaned in closer.
“His death marks his He return.” You didn’t have to Draco who He is, he understood from the darkness in your voice. “But I don’t understand what is happening.”
You look at Draco, convinced that this was not Draco from the Goblet of Fire. This was certainly the last three movies Draco Malfoy, but the Goblet of Fire had not happened yet.
“He hasn’t returned yet, right?”
Draco shook his head, his brows furrowed in deep thought.
“Has the chamber of secrets been open?”
Draco nodded his head, “Three years ago.”
You groaned as you frustratedly ran your hands through your hair, “I don’t understand.”
This was Goblet of the Fire. The fire at the Qudditch World Cup, the dark lords sign. This was it, but why is it happening so late? What was wrong with the timeline?
“Has the Tri-lympics happened yet?” You asked your mind about to explode.
“No, but it’s meant to happen in a few months,” Draco answered, his voice serious. “The other schools will come in three months.”
“It happens on the last event of the games, Cedric and Harry go through some kind of portal, and He takes a physical form. Cedric Diggory returns dead, but Harry survives.”
Draco doesn’t say anything. His eyes on the fireplace, but his mind lost somewhere else. You follow his gaze and watch the orange and red flames dance on the darkened wood.
You let out a deep breath after a long moment.
“We’re going to have to do it,” you said, making Draco lift his gaze and meet your determined ones. “We have to stop him, in three months.”
Draco watched you for a few moments, before his relaxed. His smirk once again rose on his lips, as he gestured towards your dinner plate, “Eat up, muggle.”
You picked up the plate, hestiantly eating the first bite. Draco watched you, and once you were eating properly he dug into his food.
“There are seven horocruxes,” you told Draco as you took a bite of the bun. “We destroy those, and then we can get rid of Voldy.”
Draco snorted, as he bit back a smile, “It’s quite difficult to take you seriously when you refer the most powerful dark wizard, in the wizarding history, as Voldy.”
You just rolled your eyes at him, a smile tugging on your lips.
“Are you going to sleep here tonight or hide again?” You asked, smirking at the white-haired boy.
“Hide?” Draco snorted, his voice high with disbeiief. His eyes glared at you, as he continued to sneer with distaste. “Why would I hide? Especially from a filthy muggle like you.”
“Really?” You placed the empty plate on the table in front of you, as you gave him a sinister grin. “So, you’re sleeping here tonight?”
“I have no need to tell you when I sleep in my room.” He sneered at you, his jaws locking in annoyance.
“So you are?” You fought back a smile. There was something about raising Draco Malfoy’s temper that made you so delighted with yourself.
“Sod off, you bloody muggle,” Draco spat, with a flick of his wand, the dirty dishes disappeared. You watched him as he stomped into the bathroom, making you chuckle.
You were already in bed when you felt the other side dip.
You turned around and lay on your side as you watched him place pillows between the two of your bodies.
“I know you find it impossible to resist me,” Draco smirked at you, cocky and arrogant. “But if even a strand of your hair crosses this wall you are sleeping on the floor.”
You ignored him, watching him as he sighed falling back onto his pillow. He lay on his back watching the ceiling, before closing his eyes. You took in how dark his eyelashes were, despite his light soft hair. You took in the gentle slope of his nose, and the sharpness of his jaw. He was truly beautiful.
“I can feel you ogling me, muggle,” Draco muttered, his eyes remaining closed. You bit your lip, embarrassed.
“That’s some wishful thinking, Malfoy,” you shot back despite your burning cheeks.
“Goodnight, Malfoy.” You whispered before you fell asleep.
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“Draco!” You groaned frustrated as you pulled the tie around your neck almost choking you. “I am sorry but my public education did not teach me how to tie a goddamn tie.”
Draco glared at you as he cuffed the buttons on his wrist. He let out an exhausted sigh as he walked over to you. He put his cold hands on yours stopping your fidgetting and reckless jerking.
You took away your shaking hands, as you watched Draco’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. You held your breath, as he hands slightly brushed against your shirt, as his fingertips momentarily brushed the exposed skin of your neck.
“How did you manage to do this, muggle,” Draco muttered under his breath, irritated. He leaned down before you could reply, his teeth on the knot of the tie as he tried to pull it free.
Your heart stopped beating, as you felt his nose lightly brush your neck. His warm breath kissing along your skin raising goosebumps. You bit your lip as you looked away from his shining blonde hair that begged for your fingers to run through them.
You wanted to feel his lips on your neck, feel his fingers wrap around your throat, as he made you moan his name.
Oh lord. You closed your eyes, as you bit your nails into your palm to control your hammering heart and flushing cheeks.
“Merlin, my hideous muggle pet,” Malfoy snorted as stood straight, pulling the knot free, before quickly doing it up perfectly. He set it high on your neck, almost making you choke. “You are more trouble than you are worth.”
You gasped before you shot him a glare, “You’ll have to try harder to kill me, Malfoy.”
“Oh, believe me, muggle,” he smirked back, his words playful, but the threat in them lingering with a sharp edge. “If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be standing there.”
You rolled your eyes and you pulled the robe over yourself. You turned towards Draco who just clicked his tongue and turned towards the door.
“So, I was thinking last night,” you told him as you followed him. “I have a plan.”
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“If you even for a second believe there is the slightest chance of me doing something so disgraceful, you are truly out of your mind, muggle,” Draco hissed as he walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts.
“Draco!” You pouted as you trailed behind him, his robe trailing on the ground as you followed behind him like a ghost. “We need to do this. We need her.”
“Not happening.” He replied curtly, purposefully walking into a crowded hallway so you’d stop bothering him.
“Draco, we need her,” you pleaded quietly, as walked closer to him. “I can’t remember all of them, we need her brains to figure this out.”
“Merlin’s magic, we do,” he spat under his breath. His face was completely covered in a sneer, but no one questioned it as he strutted down the hallways.
You saw a dark hallway and pulled Draco into before you almost walked past it. You grabbed him in, slamming him against the wall. You took a step closer to him, putting your hands out to trap him.
He peered down at you with surprise that melted into amusement as he took you in, looking up at him.
“Amused, Malfoy?” You quirked an eyebrow challengingly. You flicked your tongue at the corner of your lips before you snorting softly. “Do you think you have a choice?”
Draco’s eyes darkened, and in a flash, you were pressed against the old bricks of the castle.
You gulped as the ridges dug into you, as Draco pressed his body against yours. Your wrists clutched in his as he pushed them flush against the wall. You chest heaved as you watched his beautiful face smirk dangerously at you.
Draco dropped his face, his lips a breath away from yours. His dark eyes glistened as they flickered to your parted lips, before gazing into your startled eyes.
“Don’t,” he gritted, his warm minty breath falling over your lips, pulling your closer to him. His grip tightened on your wrist making you wince. His face coloured green with a hateful snarl as he whispered, “overestimate yourself, muggle.”
He let you go with a jerk, and you held your wrists before turning to him with fire in your eyes.
“You coward little toad!” You spat at him.
Draco just turned towards you with an evil smirk, “You ugly little oaf.”
You took in a deep breath, calming yourself, before following him once again.
“Can’t you please put your pride aside and just do this?” You sighed as you settled into the seat next to him. Draco ignored you and pulled out his textbooks, quill and papers. “This is for the whole of humanity.”
“I am sure that humanity did not need me to do anything in the past,” he muttered under his breath before turning to you. His piercing eyes so cold, they almost burnt you, “they already have Potter to be the saviour.”
You didn’t say anything and turned away from him.
He was right. In the past, in the way that the story goes, all he did was make mistakes. All he did was get trapped in choices he was too young to be making. He was trapped, he was a boy who didn’t have a choice.
But that’s not the case anymore.
“Malfoy,” you breathed after a long moment, “I need you to do this.”
Draco turned towards you. His eyes shining with something that you couldn’t understand, but just as quickly as it came, it vanished. “Go and butter up someone else, muggle.”
You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door as she walked in.
You needed Hermione to help you figure out what the Horcruxes were, where we could find and how to destroy them.
You had realised there was a very big and very human obstacle in doing that, but you were hoping to cross that bridge when it came.
What you needed now that you had a plan was a team.
You needed a team, starting with Hermione Granger. She was smart, intelligent, and hopefully had enough brains to do this without getting Harry Potter involved.
You shot Draco another glare who ignored you once again.
It didn’t take long for the professor to start the lesson, and you almost dozed off twice. And then in the middle of the lesson, a miracle happened.
“That is enough Miss Granger, detention,” the professor sneered. You were reminded of Snape, but it wasn’t him.
You frowned because if Snape had done the same thing, Harry would be chocking with how horrible and unfair of a teacher he was. The professor looked around annoyed, he looked done. He was probably having a very difficult day.
“Anyone else?” He gave a pointed look to every student.
This was your chance. You thanked all the Tiktoks you had seen and done what any boy in a rom-com teen movie would do. You pushed down Draco’s books making everyone turn towards him.
“Mr Malfoy?” The professor rose an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.
Draco gawked at you wide-eyed. You nodded, telling him to go for it.
“Your outfit is rather awful,” Draco said, each word that felt him surprising him as much as everyone else.
“Mr Malfoy!” The Professor warned, his face turning red. “Minus ten points from Slytherin.”
You sighed, defeated.
And then, he boomed, “Detention!”
“Anyone else?!” He almost yelled, no one else said anything.
Draco sat down shooting you a glare.
You ignored him, turning towards a confused Hermione, with a giddy smile instead, “Perfect.”
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Hunt and Bryce first time
Have some shameless smut to go with your quarantine. Enjoy!
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The only time Bryce had ever smelt worse than this was when she died – literally. Her day had been long, and tiresome, and the two hour run through the healed Crescent City had left her festering in her own sweat. She also had to run stranger routes than usual in an effort to avoid tourists snapping pictures of her. She didn’t mind a nice candid, but huffing with sweat pouring down her red face wasn’t really something she wanted to be immortalised in a photo. She was surprising yearnful for the first days after the portal closed; the city had never been so quiet.
She was welcomed at her door by Syrinx nipping at her feet, demanding food. She tsked at her little friend, knowing damn well Hunt would have fed her the moment he came home. Hunt – the man she had said those three words to and hadn’t even been able to bed. By the sounds coming from his room, she knew he was in the shower. It was the earliest he’d gotten home in days. She kicked off her shoes and went to his bedroom, opening his bathroom door slightly to announce her return.
“I’m home,” she said through the sliver of door.
“How was your day?” he said, voice raised so she could hear him.
“Long. You?”
He sighed. “A veritable shit show. I’m glad to be home.”
She heard the unspoken words, didn’t need to hear it aloud to feel the truth – I’m glad I’m home with you.
She was tempted to open the door further and take a peek at him, but she resisted. For now. She put her back to the wall, her chest heaving as she breathed.
She wanted to jump him. Since her Drop, all they’d been able to do was touch each other quickly and reverently under blankets and over clothes. There was always something getting in the way, and she needed more than just the feeling of his cock in her hand. She wanted him inside her, to deeply taste him before he gave her what he promised – fucking her until her name was forgotten.
She felt her nipples perk and her core start to throb, and she had urge to slide her hands between her legs while she thought of him in that shower. She wondered what he would do if she went to her left draw and pulled out her toys, meeting him on his bed with her legs spread ready and waiting for him. Would he take over? Would he just watch until she finished, stroking himself to completion at the sight of her unravelling-
“Bryce? Are you okay?”
She lurched back to reality, paying more attention to what he was saying.
“Um yeah, what did you say?”
“I asked what your plans were for this evening.”
She swallowed hard, and felt her underwear getting wet. She brushed one hand over her chest, not able to control the urge. “Whatever you want to do – I’ll just have to shower first.”
She heard the door to the shower creak, but the water kept running. Her brows furrowed, but before she could question it the door opened fully, and Hunt stuck his head out, a sinful grin on his face. “You can join me, if you’d like.”
Her heart started to race, and a mirror smile spread across her face. She reached for him, but he stepped away and back into the water, letting her choose if she wanted to come to him.
The answer was fuck yes.
She pulled her top over her head and unclasped her bra, letting them fall to the floor with her pants and underwear. She didn’t bother putting her hair up, knowing that no matter what it would get drenched soon enough anyway. The glass to the shower was opaque with steam, and all she could see what his blurred form as he ran his hands through his hair, his dick at full salute. She nearly growled at the sight, satisfied to no end that she was able to cause that reaction in him.
They showered before, of course, but that had been something else – a different sort of intimacy.
She stepped into the shower behind him, his body blocking the water from hitting her. She ran a hand down his spine in the crevice between his wings, before pushing her body into him.
Yes, she was ravenous for his touch, but she also just wanted to feel close to him. She leant up and kissed the back of his neck, pressing herself into him harder. He made a noise of contentment, not the one you’d expect when he was so obviously aroused, and turned around, managing to keep her arms around him. He guided her under the water, just holding her for a moment with his forehead against her.
“Hi,” he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the side of his mouth. “Welcome home.”
His arms slid down her back resting on the ass he was so obsessed with. He gave it a gentle squeeze, delighted by the flush that spread over her cheeks.
She wasted no time in kissing him. His lips met hers with virality, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his hands started to explore her body. They ran up her spine, into her hair, down again until they were on her hips. Deliciously, she could feel his length pressing into her, and moved her hips in an attempt to grind against him.
He laughed at her eagerness, and moved his lips to her neck while sliding a hand in-between them. He groaned at what he found when his fingers swept up her, her arousal overwhelming. She gasped at the touch, but also felt an irrational anger rising in her veins. She knew what his hand could do; she wanted other things.
She put her hands on his jaw and tilted his head back up, making him kiss her again. She then ran her nails down his chest, scratching him gently.
“I love when you do that – when you mark me,” he breathed. He angled them again so the water was hitting her back, and knelt before her. He kissed her thighs, just once, then looked up at her in a way that nearly made her orgasm then and there. He kissed her lower stomach, mere inches away from where he could do real damage. “Is this okay?” he mumbled against her, his fingers playing with her thighs in the stead of his mouth.
“Yes, Gods above yes.”
She didn’t see his face as his hands spread her, and mouth made contact with her most sensitive spot.
She saw stars as he licked her, his expert mouth knowing exactly what to do to make her groan. He added to fingers in her, the rhythm a perfect match to the strokes of his tongue. Her body shook, her toes curling, and she had to brace herself on the wall so she didn’t fall over. Her pulse, already thumping in her ears, sped up as she felt heat spread through her body, her fingertips tingling and leg nearly uncontrollably flinching to the perfect beat of her tongue. He was so Gods damned good at this, and a wicked smirk spread across her face as she pictured all the other things he could surely do.
He didn’t stop until she finished, her moans echoing off the tiles.
When he stood up, she went to touch him back, to hear the same noises from his mouth, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She looked at him with confusion, but he just pecked her forehead and reached behind her to grab the shampoo. He lathered some into her hair, smiling at the bubbles. At one stage, he dipped his soapy finger between her brown, massaging away the crease that had formed there. She didn’t speak, just let him wash and condition her hair, the little smile never leaving his face. It was surprisingly gentle, and it made her arousal settle into something else, something deeper.
A four letter word she hadn’t uttered since the Drop.
When they were done and wrapped tightly in towels, he brushed her hair as well. Bryce didn’t realise how much she liked the feeling of fingers running through her hair until he did, and she sighed in contentment.
She fully intended to seduce him. To drop her towel and let him ravage her, but when he handed her one of his shirts and she saw the exhaustion in his eyes, she knew tonight was not the night. So instead, she slipped under the covers of his bed and battered her eyelashes, waiting for him to get in so she could tuck herself into his arms.
He was asleep within a minute.
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He made breakfast, as per usual, and seeing his shirtless self made Bryce narrow her eyes. She had been thinking, never a good idea on her part, after he passed out last night. Something about their relationship was bothering her, and she needed answers.
“Hunt?”
“Yes?” He flipped the bacon.
She leant over so her cleavage was on display, biting her lip. “I want your dick in my mouth. Right now.”
He dropped the bacon, his tongs making a loud bang as they hit the pan. “Bryce.”
“You’ve given me some of the best orgasms of my life, but you never let me touch you, grope you at best! You were practically begging for it that night on the couch, and now I’ve literally been naked putty in your hands and you still haven’t let me taste you or properly feel you.”
He opened his mouth just to shut it again. He served the bacon and eggs up, handing her a plate and pointedly looking away from her chest.
“Hunt.”
“Bryce.”
“I want to fuck you. I want to feel you inside me. Not your fingers, or your mouth, I want that very impressive cock of yours to thrust me into oblivion.”
He gulped.
“Do you not want that?” She raised a brow, and if they’d had this conversation a week ago she might have doubted his answer, and herself, as she waited for him to reply. But questions of whether he had feelings for her or was too hung up on Sharar were a distant memory after recent events.
He sat at the breakfast bar, downing his food. Rolling her eyes, she went and stood next to him, abandoning her own plate.
“Hunt.”
“Bryce,” he groaned. She glanced down. A soldier at salute was what she saw.
She rested her head on his shoulder and stole a bite of his toast.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he said after she’d eaten nearly his whole meal. “It’s that I don’t want to rush it.”
“Hm, elaborate please.”
He huffed. “It’s been a very long time since I had sex and it meant something. I don’t want to just fuck you in the shower or bent over a table. I want to take my time, get to know your body and what makes it tick. But I also don’t want to plan for it. I’m not sixteen having sex for the first time.”
His words warmed her to her core, and she climbed into his lap, facing him, so she could press their bodies together again – intimately, but not sexually. She just loved being near him. He steadied her, kept her in place like an anchor in a thrashing sea. She knew that having feelings for a man wasn’t a cure-all for her mental health, that although love made all possible, it had to be a love for yourself that healed you. But that didn’t change how irreverently happy he made her. He made her want to wake up, to strive, to be here for something more than herself. He was the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
“You’re very soft,” she whispered.
“I beg to differ.” She felt his muscles flex.
“Soft male,” she crooned. “Gentle male.” She kissed him gently, mouth closed but with just as much feeling as when they made out until they could no longer breathe.
“I’m no such thing.” He kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her and drawing her close.
“Show me, show me what you are Hunt.”
Hunger lined his face, and in an effortless swoop he was standing with her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his torso. His kisses were hard, but not overpowering at all. How he managed to walk them to her room without falling over something was a miracle.
When they landed on the bed, he wasted no time in lifting his shirt off her. He near drooled at what she was, or more accurately wasn’t, wearing underneath.
“Your aversion to underwear is my favourite thing in the world.”
“I want your clothes off – now.”
“So demanding,” he tutted, but he did as she commanded. His chest was a truly beautiful thing, could stop armies in their tracks and make acolytes commit to a life of sin. No male had the right to look like that and belike that. How could he have it all? Intelligence, kindness, and he was so, so beautiful. She told him as such.
His bronze skin flushed, like it had been a long time since someone had been in reverence of his beauty. In response, like the patter of a butterfly’s wings, he kissed her check.
This man would be the death of her.
She looked to her left drawer as he kicked off his pants, wondering what sort of fun they could have. As if sensing her curiosity, he straddled her and bent his face to hers, his cock so close to where she wanted it that she shifted her hips up. He chuckled and brushed his hands down her arms until her hand her wrists firmly held. He brought them above her head, immobilising her arms and putting her breasts on full display.
“Soon, I’ll go through that drawer,” he said lowly, the husk of his voice vibrating through her like her favourite toy. “But not this time.”
Oh, so he thought he’d be making the decisions here. How very cute.
She wrapped her legs around him and flipped them, snatching her arms free and switching their positions so that he was mercilessly under her. She ground her ass back against him, her clit sliding down his dick in a way that had him choking on his words.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you Hunt, fuck me or watch me finish myself off.”
He growled and met her lips for a kiss, his hands tangling themselves in the tendrils of her hair. She loved how hungry he was for her and met his appetite with one of her own. She only broke their lips apart she could crawl to her drawer, fishing out a condom and flicking it to him to put on. His hands were deft, and by the time she flung herself over him again he was ready to go.
She bit her lips as she lowered herself down on him, gasping at finally feeling him inside her. Fuck, she fit him like a glove, and she could tell by the expression on his face that Hunt was thinking the same thing. She braced her hands on his chest, and slowly moved her hips forward and back, easing into the rocking motion that was so new to them.
It wasn’t the most scandalous position she’d been in, or most adventurous angle, but there was just something about being on top of this winged warrior, and being so in control and knowing that he was completely relenting to her. Her breathing became ragged as she watched him succumb to her, and sweat started to appear on his defined muscles. His hand, one that had shed so much violence in its time, was at light as a kiss as he brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears, before moving to her breast to pinch her nipple. She bent down, moving in a way that would have to make him work for it if he wanted to climax. But, down here, she was able to kiss him – which was an added bonus. One hand was around her and the other cradling her face as he thrusted, the positioning just right for his body to be brushing against her clit as she did. The extra sensation made her eyes flutter shut, and a breathless moan escaped her. It might have been his name, she wasn’t really thinking coherently as he hit her spot every. damn. time. Once she might have been intimidated by the practise he must have had to achieve a skill level like this – but his past was his past, and if it meant he could made her near collapse on his body from orgasmic weakness she didn’t care.
He remained steady, and she could feel her climax building inside her. Holy shit he was able to get her there quickly, though she knew from experience that he could drag it on if he wished. She didn’t want that this time, needed him to come inside her with his name on her lips and his cock consuming her.
He whispered that he was close, and she buried her face in his shoulder as his grip tightened on her and he came with her name a deep groan, his thrusts not slowing as he rode through his orgasm. Feeling his hands on her bare body was enough to send her over the cliff with him, her whole being pulsing as they finished together.
They stopped moving, and their faces met. She brushed hair away from his brow, and caressed his cheek.
“I hope you don’t have anywhere to be,” he said, still inside her.
“Why is that?”
He reached across to her drawer, a truly devilish look on his face. “Because we’re nowhere near done yet.”
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The Neighbour [1.2]
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Trigger warning: here is the first round of smut!! 😈😈 I need a shower now...
"Your candy floss mind
And sugar cane lips
Have me hooked on an
Endorphin rush,
You're too sweet to ever resist..."
The sound of keys typing coincided with the bubbling of boiling water in a pot. Eva looked up from her screen now and again, watching Remington from the island counter as he tried to handle making dinner on his own. His own way of surprising her, it was a baked vegan mac and cheese. A particular playlist on his Spotify was echoing through the kitchen and he was singing along to it. She loved listening to his voice; it was so raspy and yet so comforting.
Despite how calm and collected he appeared, Remington wouldn't dare let it slip that he was actually struggling hard. His cheese sauce wasn't thickening, instead it had the viscosity of running water.
Eva smiled to herself when her gaze fell over Remington's newly dyed pink hair, an event in itself as she insisted on helping him. He had his head in the tub of his bathroom, closing his eyes at the pleasant sensation of her nails massaging the color into his scalp. The dye only sufficiently covered his blonde tips, his brunette roots more prominent now. Afterwards she had wet a cloth and sat on his knee to wipe the leftover dye from his face. His hands braced her waist and his dark brown eyes pierced into her blues.
"You think it'll turn out okay?" he asked.
"I think it's gonna' look fantastic," she smiled and kissed his nose, "You're hot enough as it is. Throw in hot pink hair and you've broken the scale,"
Forty-five minutes later Remington washed out the color and shampooed his new hair. Eva watched the flashy color and bubbles swirl down the drain, already in awe at his new look.
"To quote The 1975: you look so cool," she drawled with a smile, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Well, I had a pretty great assistant," he ran a hand through his damp hair before bringing himself down to kiss her. He then handed her his phone.
"Can you take a picture for me?" he asked. Eva obliged and chuckled as he pulled a face and made the rock-out sign with his hands. Then he took the phone and pulled her back into him.
"Are you gonna' post that?" she asked, curious as he set up the camera again.
"Yeah. Although, this one is just for us," he placed Eva in front and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head and positioning the phone at her chest level. Eva leaned into his embrace, smiling though not looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. She didn't take a lot of selfies, so she opted to look at Remington through the reflective surface.
It was some time after that Remington proposed he'd make dinner for them. And so Eva sat at the island, watching him shake his head at the sauce pot while she went between typing a new poem and working on her next article.
"You can part my lips with
White chocolate fingertips,
And I'll beg you to let me taste
The syrup that drenches over
Your teeth and saturates your tongue..."
She pushed the computer away and wandered over to the stove. The cheese sauce certainly smelled good, though she did notice it was quite runny.
"I don't know why it's not getting thicker," Remington said huffily.
Eva glanced at the recipe he had open on his tablet, then at the menagerie of ingredients he had behind them on the counter. Nutritional yeast, coconut milk, garlic powder...
"Did you put any flour in it?" she asked.
Remington then realized where he'd gone wrong, "Ah ha! I forgot the flour!" he then dashed to his cupboard. Eva chuckled endearingly.
"Do you need any help?" she offered.
"Would you mind straining the pasta?"
"Of course,"
Remington quickly remedied his sauce and he transferred it and the pasta into a baking dish. As he sprinkled on the bread crumbs, Eva swiped some leftover sauce from the pot and held it up for him to taste. He took it gladly, smiling then licked the cheese sauce off her finger. She giggled before doing the same for herself.
"Very nice. You should cook more often," she said.
Remington smirked, "So, am I turning on to veganism?" he simpered.
"You're turning me on, but not just with vegan food," she shrugged, giggling as he playfully gawked at her.
"Naughty girl!" he gasped, taking some more sauce on his finger and swiping it over her cheek.
"Hey!"
"Oh here, let me get that," he grinned. He grabbed her waist and licked up the sauce with a wet kiss, but he didn't stop there. He moved his lips to her ear then onto her jaw until finally on her neck where he began to suck and bite.
She sighed, running her hands up his arms, moving her head to the side so he could access her neck better. He was on his third mark when the oven dinged, signaling it had reached full heat.
"Rem -- Remington, the oven's ready," she giggled.
"It's not going anywhere," he mumbled, squeezing her hips, his thumbs drawing circles on her exposed skin.
"C'mon, I'm hungry!" she said.
"I'm hungry too," he smirked.
"Clearly. Put the pasta in and we can pick up in a minute," she promised, shoving him away gently.
He grunted but did as she said. She adjusted her shirt, watching him pick up the casserole dish and checked out his ass as he bent down to put it in the oven. He caught her and he smirked.
"Were you checking me out?" he asked even though he knew she was.
"Why the hell would I do a thing like that?" she scoffed and waved him off.
"C'mere!"
He lifted her in his arms and she squealed, and he collapsed onto his couch with her straddling his lap. He rid her of her sweater so she was just in a tank top with her chest in front of his face. With one look she connected their lips together and they made out, and before he knew it he had her lips dragging across his neck.
Remington rolled his head back onto the couch as she sucked expertly on his skin. He silently thanked Emerson for not being home. His large hands held onto her waist, he rocked her slowly against him, moaning at the friction between them. Tied with her mouth on his neck, if Remington died right there he'd die a happy man.
"Baby, you're so good," he moaned as she continued to suck on his skin.
Eva chuckled into his ear, "I'm good at something else, too," and her hot breath fanned over his skin, eliciting goosebumps.
Before he could retort she'd slipped off his lap onto the floor, and began to undo the button of his jeans. She was meticulous and took her time with his zipper as he stared wide eyed as this beautiful girl before him, he shucked his pants down his thighs. He gulped when her finger lightly traced around the perimeter of his head. It twitched in response and she smiled.
"Can I?" she asked, fluttering her big beautiful Bambi eyes up at him.
Remington's voice had disappeared on him, so he resorted to nodding.
She lifted him into her palm, Remington was aching when she pressed soft kisses up his shaft and then a wet one over his slit. She continued to kiss him before her tongue poked out in between.
"Fuck, baby, don't tease," he panted, feeling his skin burn in the most delicious way.
"What do you say?" she asked, and Remington was alarmed that she had a small dominant side to her. But he fucking loved it.
"Please, baby," he exhaled, lifting his hand up but then dropped it back to the cushion. He didn't want to grab her hair yet, he didn't want to push her.
She smiled again (God damn) then spat heavily on his head, watching it dribble down before she took him completely in her mouth. Remington couldn't contain his moan from feeling her mouth wrapped around him. He'd imagined it when he was in the shower or thinking of her late at night, but the real thing was so much better.
She lathered him up by moving her head up and down and when she was satisfied, she began to pump her hand up and down as well and Remington's mind went blank. The mac and cheese was forgotten. The day was gone. Hell, his own fucking name had escaped his him.
The only thing he could focus on was watching his pretty girl bobbing her head up and down his cock, taking him as far as she could without gagging and what she couldn't take she squeezed gently with her fingers which surprisingly felt good.
He was a moaning mess and she'd say 'yeah?' and 'does that feel good?' which caused vibrations and more sensations and he couldn't form a coherent sentence so he just kept moaning and nodding. When he was getting close she sucked on him like a literal lollipop and then her fingers begin to fondle his balls, and he felt the tight knot in his stomach begin to unravel.
"I don't swallow," she said quietly, but she kept working at him and he didn't care.
"That's fine, don't stop ... I'll tell you when," he gasped and bucked his hips slightly.
The sound of her slurping sent him over the edge and then he was pushing her off him with rushed 'baby, baby, stop, stop' and he was coming over his own fingers. Her small hand was beneath his though and she helped him release until he'd fallen back against the couch, hot and bothered and totally satisfied.
He didn't even notice her leave until she was sitting beside him with a wet paper towel in her hand and cleaned up his hand and thigh. She rolled it up in a much larger dry piece of towel and he rolled his head to the right to look at her dazedly.
"You okay?" she giggled and he gave her a lazy smile back.
"You're fuckin' incredible," he sighed then pursed his lips. She took the hint and leaned in close to peck his lips.
"I wanted to make you feel good," she shrugged, her dominant demeanour now replaced with her typical sweet and shy persona.
"You exceeded. I think that was the best blow I've ever had,"
"Oh, please," she giggled again, and then the oven timer went off. Remington groaned, about to get up though he realized his dick was still out with his pants still around his thighs.
"Shit," he mumbled, shuffling them back on while Eva was laughing beside him, "Oh quiet, you helped make the mess," he wagged a finger at her in warning and she stuck her tongue out at him while he headed into the kitchen.
The mac and cheese was delicious, and Eva had to admit that she didn't mind vegan food so much anymore. They packed up what was left and Eva helped Remington with the dishes, despite him assuring her that she could relax. With the way he was thinking, she would need all the relaxation she could get.
He told her to head up to his room and pick a movie for them. She was more than happy to oblige. He was buzzing with excitement as he quickly finished cleaning up and grabbed the can of whipped cream from the fridge.
Coming into the bedroom Remington grinned as he heard the opening lines of Spirited Away. Eva was sat cross-legged on the bed and he closed the door behind him. She smiled at him as he placed the can on the bed, though she glanced at him quizzically before glancing at the can.
"What're you gonna' do with that?" she asked, sounding more perplexed then nervous.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, coming to kneel on the bed.
"To an extent," Eva shrugged.
"To an extent?" he mocked. She giggled as he reached forward and tugged her by her ankles towards him, "What does that mean?" he stared down at her with sheer adoration.
"Depends on what you're gonna' do to me," she blushed.
"Well, are you okay to take off your shorts and underwear?" he smiled reassuringly. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but he was happy when she obliged him. She kicked off her clothes onto the floor behind him.
"Good girl," he mumbled, kissing her cheek, "Now can you lie back for me?"
She nodded and slowly lowered herself onto the duvet. Remington grabbed her ankles yanked her further down the bed so her naked bum was on the edge. He kneeled down and grabbed the whipped cream and pushed up her top so it rested over her ribs. He slowly and meticulously sprayed the cream from her bellybutton to her mound, and on the inside of both of her thighs. She inhaled sharply at the cold but tried to relax. He set the can on the floor next to him.
He hummed as he looked at her, she looked delectable and she was throbbing already as her dark blue eyes meet his. They were wide with excitement and lust as she realized his plan.
"You're my dessert, tonight," he rasped, then attached his mouth to her stomach.
The cold cream on her warm skin was pure gold on his tongue. He took his time in licking and sucking it all off. When he reached her thighs some of the cream had slid onto his duvet but he was hardly pressed to give a fuck. He swiped his tongue at the rogue sweetness dripping down her thighs and glanced up at her once more before pressing his mouth into her.
Eva gasped at the chilled sensations of his lips and the cream but he began to move his tongue in intricate patterns and she mewled happily. Her fingers clenched at the duvet but Remington dragged her hand into his newly dyed hair and she pulled at the spikes.
He lifted her thighs over his shoulder as he devoured her rapidly and without pause. She was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted and his tongue worked her with expert precision. Soon enough she began rocking her hips into his mouth and her moans were sinful; her fingers continued to pull harder as he felt her come for the first time. He watched her writhe and gasp for breath, his tongue still working her as she came down. He smirked on her pussy lips, proud because he hadn't even used a finger yet.
"Fuck, Rem," she whined when he didn't stop.
She was panting hard and wiggling like mad, her thighs clenching around his head and she came again. He peeked at her through his lashes and her mouth was slack in ecstasy, and her eyes were screwed shut and he hoped she was seeing stars.
When her hips slowed again he removed his mouth and kissed the inside of her thighs, biting lightly to mark her up as she collected herself. He rested his cheek against her thigh and stared up at her as she finally opened her eyes.
"You okay, honey?" he mimicked from earlier.
Eva breathed slowly, her skin tingled no matter what little movements she made, "Okay, I trust you now," and he laughed against her skin.
"Fructose and adrenaline permeate my body,
And I'm losing all control on this sugar high
You've set me on.
It'll take me a long time to come down.
But I keep coming back for dose,
After dose,
After dose.
I'm an addict always itching for my next fix
Of your honey-soaked, sickly sweet affections,”
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The betrayal
Hi guys! A new imagine, I guess we can say it’s angsty... Also, I changed a few details for this story... Anyways, hope you enjoy and share your thoughts!
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The darkness of the night had already covered Privet Drive when we arrived. Adjusting my position on my broom, I glanced at my boyfriend, Fred Weasley. He was next to me, slightly behind as he kept glancing at me too. He seemed as worried as I was. Not because of our little flight with some members of the Order - no, it was totally wonderful - but because something way more dangerous was going to happen. Harry needed another protection since the one given by his mother would disappear soon. Our mission was simple: bring Harry safe to the Burrow. However, the plan was way more difficult. Basically, it involved Polyjuice potion, six Harry-soon-to-be, seven protectors and seven houses, along with, of course, the Burrow which was strongly protected with powerful spells.
Harry seemed delighted to see his closest friends, but he was also surprised. He didn’t know about the new plan, and Mad-Eye explained him what was going to happen. In the meantime, Fred and I were holding hands and examining the living room. A few years ago, Fred, George, Mr Weasley and Ron had burst into this room destroying the mantelpiece. The same day, the twins had given a Ton-Tongue Toffee to Dudley, Harry’s cousin. I could still remember their laughter when they had told me about this. I made eye contact with my boyfriend, and I immediately knew that he was thinking the same thing as me: These happy times seem so far from us…
Our thoughts vanished when George snapped his fingers between our faces with a smirk on his face.
“Sorry to disturb lovebirds, but Death Eaters are waiting for us.”
“Yeah, it would be a shame to be late.” I replied.
With a sigh, I followed the twins and we placed ourselves next to Fleur. Mad-Eye grabbed six glasses and filled them with Polyjuice Potion, which contained now Harry’s hair. We were gonna drink them, as disgusted as we were, when Fred screamed.
“Wait!”
Without losing a second, he grabbed my waist, pulled me towards him and kissed me as if it was our last chance to show our love to the other one. He was holding me as close to him as possible, his arms on my back, while my hands were lost on his hair. I tried desperately to print in my brain the softness of his ginger hair, the taste of his lips against mine, the sound of his little moans, but above all, I wanted to remember the way my heart would beat faster when he was around, and the way I loved him.
I didn’t want him to break the kiss but he did, and he whispered while his forehead was resting against mine:
“Whatever happens, I love you. Forever, Y/N, you hear me?”
“I love you too, Fred, forever and ever.”
“Are you done? We have a plan to follow.” Mad-Eye’s stern voice destroyed our little bubble.
“Why didn’t you wait for our actual departure for your heart-wrenching goodbye?” George spoke.
“When we’ll both have Harry’s face? No, thanks.”
Mad-Eye, obviously annoyed, gestured us and we drank the Polyjuice Potion. Being friend with the twins since what felt like forever - and having tried a lot of their products when they still weren’t fully developed - I would have thought that I knew what an uncomfortable sensation would be. Well, I was wrong. Nothing had prepared me to feel my bowels burning, nor to the strong impression that I was literally melting. The transformation was quite painful. When it finally finished, I looked at my, no, at Harry’s hands. They were larger than mine and the skin was slightly lighter. It was strange, and, when I looked up to see six other Harry in the room, it felt worse. I couldn’t imagine how the real Harry was feeling. Once every Potter dressed, Mad-Eye paired us off.
“You’re gonna leave in the following order: Y/N, with me on a broom; Arthur and Fred…”
“I’m George, not Fred.” My idiotic yet adorable boyfriend tried to lighten the mood, much to the former auror’s annoyment.
Three minutes before the departure, everyone left the comfortable house. I followed Tonks, nervously biting my lips, and suddenly Fred’s voice resounded in the night.
“Y/N? Where are you?”
I turned around and spotted the Harry next to Bill frantically looking for me. I rushed towards him and engulfed him into a hug. It felt so wrong because I felt Harry’s body, not Fred’s, but I didn’t mind because I knew who was in there. At this moment, and for the first time since I had volunteered for this mission, I became aware of the fact that it could be the last time I saw Fred. What if he died? What if I died?
“Don’t die, Y/N, oh please, don’t die…”
It was a sort of litany, a complaint marked with fear. He thought I was in danger -well, in a bigger danger than him - because my protector was Mad-Eye, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would think the real Harry would travel with the best auror. I had tried to reassure him, I told him that I would be perfectly fine because Mad-Eye was the best.
“Be careful, Fred, I’m begging you…”
My voice was filled with the tears I didn’t want to shed. My hands were clutching his jacket, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to let him put himself in danger. I had never been more afraid. Hearing Mad-Eye’s voice alerting us that it was almost time, the panic rose in me and I found myself whispering furiously the names of my favourite twins, of the boys who had supported me all my life, my boyfriend and my best friend. A Harry came instantaneously and, assuming it was George, I grabbed both boys’ arms.
“Be careful boys, I want to see you alive at the Burrow, alive and unharmed, okay?”
They both nodded, George ruffling my hair and whispering to me to stay safe too, and Fred holding tightly my hand, not wanting to let me go. But we didn’t have the choice, and we broke the contact. It felt horrible, as if by letting go his hand, I was saying goodbye to Fred and I wouldn’t see him again.
I took my broom and placed myself next to Mad-Eye. He slightly turned his head and whispered a strange order.
“If Death Eaters are waiting for us, I want you to use only one spell.”
“Which one?” I was confused.
“Expelliarmus.”
We had been betrayed. Someone knew, and someone told He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that we would transfer Harry this night. Death Eaters were waiting for us, and as soon as the seven pairs separated, they started to follow us. Twelve Death Eaters were behind us. Green flashes of light invaded the dark sky. At first, I tried to dodge them, but I gave up and obeyed Mad-Eye’s order.
“Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!”
I shouted as quickly as possible, trying to disarm our pursuers. I couldn’t understand why my protector had ordered me to use only that spell, whereas I knew plenty others that would have been much more effective. Suddenly, a deadly spell hit Mad-Eye. He, the toughest auror, was dead and was now falling, his body similar to a rag doll. A scream escaped my lips as I vainly tried to reach him.
Suddenly, a black cloud, apparently made of smoke, appeared next to me. The only thing I could see was his red eyes, snake eyes, and his wand pointed on me. A pure terror took hold of me, I didn’t know how to react as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was facing me. The only thought I could manage was that the plan had succeeded, he thought I was Harry, and the real one would be -
Suddenly, all was black.
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The lands around the Burrow were awfully quiet. Everything looked normal, as if a very dangerous mission, almost suicidal, wasn’t ongoing.
The first one to arrive was the real Harry. Unaware of the losses he would have to face later, Hedwig’s one still not fully accepted. Soon, others arrived. George, who was slowly becoming himself again, had lost an ear. An awfully great amount of blood was covering his face and his neck. The other teams arrived one by one. When Fred rushed into the house, following his father, his heart pounding, one of his greatest fears came true.
George was lying on the couch, unconscious, his hair and clothes still soiled by dried blood, and his stomach twisted when he saw the hole where his brother’s ear should have been. He was speechless. His brain couldn’t process what had happened to his twin and he was unable to think about something else.
George woke up and pulled some joke about his ear, clearly trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t know that two teams were still missing, Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye and Y/N’s absence becoming more and more worrying.
“Where is Y/N?”
Her name had popped into Fred’s head, and immediately his heart started pounding again against his rib-cage. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and he violently stood up.
“Where is she?” He was screaming. “WHERE IS SHE?”
No one responded. His mother’s teary gaze met his. She wasn’t there. Fred fell on his knees, his hands slowly reaching his hair, where her hands had been sooner. Tears were slowly falling from his eyes. He knew something bad had happened to her. It was evident. He should have been the last to reach the Burrow with his father, and four persons were still missing. He didn’t even realize that Bill was kneeled in front of him, a hand on his shoulder and his face also covered in tears.
“Fred, Mad-Eye is dead… They took her.”
His world broke into a thousand pieces, along with his heart.
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He was furious. Yes, furious because none of his Death Eaters had been able to understand their mistake. He was walking slowly towards the Malfoy’s manor, the snake close to him as he triturated the wand he had taken from Lucius Malfoy, this incapable. Pain.
His fury was increasing while he was walking. When he had understood that their prisoner wasn’t Potter, he had tried to reach him, but he was too late. And the wand hadn’t surpassed Potter’s one. Ollivander would have some explanations to do. Burning sensation.
She was tied up on the floor, Potter’s clothes still on her, and she was looking him in the eyes. She was smirking. This little girl was smirking at him.
“You’re not Potter.” His voice was deeper, thanks to his rage.
“It seems pretty obvious.”
Even in this difficult position, she showed arrogance and pride. She knew, this filthy kid, she knew that Potter was safe and out of reach. Fear.
He turned his back, watching alternately each Death Eater present in the room. Disgusted by their panic, he turned again to see her.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, not a pleasure to meet you.” Stop this!
“Maybe you want to give us some informations, who knows, it could save your life.”
She smirked. Y/N NO!
“I won’t. I have the feeling that you are furious because Harry has humiliated you once more. You are unable to beat him. You won’t succeed.”
He lost his temper.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Harry opened his eyes. Everyone was watching him. He was facing Fred. He was crying and watching straight into Harry’s eyes. Deep down, he knew. Fred knew what had just happened.
“She’s dead.”
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The two men were facing each other. They weren’t even trying to hide their hatred. The one with scars all over his face grumbled.
“Why are we here?”
“You’re gonna bring Potter to somewhere safe. When? Where?”
“Why should I respond?”
“Because the Dark Lord wants to know.”
Mad-Eye glared suspiciously at Snape.
“The next week. Saturday. To the Burrow.”
Snape nodded. He was obviously thinking fast, his eyes narrowed and fixed on the auror without seeing him.
“What’s the plan?”
“Side-Along Apparition. I’ll go -”
“No.” Snape interrupted. “Thicknesse is under the Dark Lord’s influence. It’s impossible. You must use Polyjuice Potion, in order to have seven Potters instead of one. They won’t know. You won’t take the real Potter with you, take someone...unimportant… This person will have to be on a broom and use the Disarming Charm. The Death Eaters will think it’s him.”
“You want to sacrifice someone?” Mad-Eye hissed.
“You want to save Potter? You want to defeat the Dark Lord?”
Mad-Eye stayed silent. As awful as it seemed, Snape was right. Someone’s life had to be sacrificed if he wanted Potter to be safe. No one had to know. This conversation would stay a secret.
“I have to go. I will tell the Dark Lord that Potter will be transferred next saturday. I will tell him I think he’s gonna travel with you. Good luck, Mad-Eye.”
The men shook hands, and Snape disapparated.
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Love of my Life
Heyy guys!!! This is the next part in my multi-fic. You can even read this story on wattpad by the same name. Enjoyyy!
Caught in the Act!!
Calling their act of keeping their relationship under wraps 'stressful' was an understatement. When they decided to break their promise of 'taking things slow', announcing that they were together in front of the entire hospital on the loud speaker was not discussed. Already hiding it from Meredith was daunting enough. Amelia was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell her. She just needed some time to brace herself for the opinions and thoughts Mer would have about them.
In the mean time, keeping her hands off the gorgeous Ortho God tarting around in those tight, little blue scrubs added more to the injury. Link was definitely doing it on purpose. On more occasions than she could remember, he often caught her drooling while he consulted on a patient in the ER. He would merely smirk in her direction and leave. JUST LEAVE!! Look at the nerve of that sexy, filthy, dirty, little man. Riling me up like this. She huffed in frustration and always went after him. It was like a game they were playing. He frequently sought her out in her lab during his free time between surgeries, trying to pry her out of her chair. This was the time where she played hard to get and he would get so aroused that he would literally pull her out of her chair and push her in the direction of the on-call room. Amelia was more than happy to comply.
Today was no different. She was reviewing her charts at the nurse's station when somebody slid close to her, bumping shoulders. She didn't even have to look up to know who it was, she just knew Link's touch. She smirked when he started rubbing their arms together silently urging her on. She locked eyes with him, smiling and got lost in his stormy grey orbs. He was definitely seeking some action. Time for some aerobics!
He desperately wanted to kiss that smug expression right off her face in front of the entire hallway but he knew he couldn't do that. Word spread like a wild fire in this damn hospital and he knew Amelia needed some time to go public. So he respected her decision but that didn't stop him from staring into her beautiful, ocean blue eyes. God he loved those eyes. They were the most beautiful, innocent and equally sexiest pair of eyes he had ever seen!
After a few seconds of staring, Amelia sharply nodded and entered the nearest on-call room without attracting attention. Link stealthily followed seconds later. As soon as he was inside, he felt himself being forcefully pushed against the door with Amelia attacking his lips. He smirked at her eagerness and responded immediately. His arms went around her body to her ass and he squeezed her butt cheeks roughly, bringing their hips closer than ever. Amelia groaned in his mouth and Link used this opportunity to deepen the kiss. She buried her fingers in his soft, dirty blonde hair overwhelmed with how good Link's swirling tongue felt.
Link switched their positions and it was him now who did the pushing against the door. Amelia groaned and hooked a leg around his waist rubbing their cores together. Link growled and broke the kiss, moving to her jaw, almost marking her. He knew how much she liked it. He pushed his hands inside her scrub top, inching them swiftly to her breasts. He roughly squeezed her breasts, making her moan loudly. Amelia was panting with arousal and tugged at his hair sharply. She pried his hands away from her with much resistance to yank his scrub top off of him.
She unabashedly stared at his bare torso for a few long seconds then ran her fingers through his muscular chest and rock, hard abs. God I love this man's body! Freaking Adonis.
Link was smirking and letting her enjoy the view but the twitch in his pants was becoming unbearable. It was as if she could read his mind and suddenly slid her hand inside his pants, groping him. Link groaned and twitched swiftly in her expert fingers and palm. Motivated by his reaction by what she did to him she sank to her knees and pulled down his pants along with his boxers. She looked up in his eyes before taking him in her mouth. Link groaned loudly and overwhelmed with pleasure, rested his forehead against the door. Save me from this Goddess!!! Fearing he won't be able to last long at her frequent pace, he pulled her up by her neck. Amelia licked her lips and smiled innocently up at Link. He could actually feel his eyes almost turning black and attacked her.
He almost tore her scrub top whilst fervently kissing her. He pushed her pants down and moved down to her neck. He nipped at her pulse point and she but her lip in anticipation. He squeezed her ass before pulling her legs around his waist and started maneuvering them towards the bed. Amelia yelped at this sudden change and held onto his shoulders for dear life. He was kissing her breasts when he pushed her down on the bed, between the sheets. Amelia was confident she had never moaned like this before. It was like she had unleashed an animal. His touch was igniting a passionate fire inside her body. She was tingling all over. Heck she feared she might come right then!! They hadn't even gotten to the part where the real action happens!!
She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she never even realised when he maneuvered his hand south. She arched her body and groaned oh, so loudly when she felt his cool finger down there. Her voice was hoarse and thick with arousal. Link was having a hard time keeping himself in control. Her voice was slowly breaking his resolve. His lips were swiftly and smoothly moving down her jaw but she could swear that he had a smug smile on his face. He will definitely be the death of me! She sighed and arched into his body when he added a finger. She was completely going out of her mind and was about to reach ecstasy when BAM...
The couple whipped their heads to the door and came face to face with none other than...
"ALEX!!!!", Amelia screeched at a wide-eyed and grimacing Alex and Link recovered from his state of initial shock to quickly cover them with the sheet in the hope of saving whatever dignity they had left. Every single person in the room was astonished at the turn of events, Amelia more than others. WHAT THE HELL MAN!!! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO FINISH! UGGHH.
Alex grumbled loudly and hurriedly replaced the shock registered on his face with a grimace. " Wait. This is happening too??!! Now when did this start?! "
He cursed under his breath, " My freaking luck! First Nico and Glasses and now you two! I'm running a mad house here!! " He then loudly said, " This place is filled with horny teenagers who cannot keep it in their pants!! Can't even sleep around here...and I'm not talking about sleeping with people!! " He groaned audibly.
Alex was beyond appalled with this course of development. He considered Amelia more like a sister and kind of felt a protective twinge towards her but also knew that she was with Link. That guy was the kindest person he had ever met ! At least he was happy that she had found someone who could keep her happy. No matter how much he liked having these two around, he no way in hell wanted to be in this situation and witness them bumping uglies.
Alex was so engrossed in his thoughts that he actually forgot the part where he barged in on Amelia and Link having sex!! When he still didn't seem to move, both of them simultaneously shouted,
"Alex, get your ass out of here!!"
"Come on, maaaan. Please go! "
That seemed to break his reverie and he grumbled before slamming the on-call room door and practically running out. The couple couldn't actually comprehend what just happened and stared at the closed door. Amelia, wide-eyed, turned towards Link to gauge his reaction and found his mirroring hers. They turned their astonished faces towards each other and both noticed the teasing and bright gleam in their eyes. They couldn't hold it in any longer and broke out into a fit of laughter. Link half collapsed on her body and half on the mattress but she didn't seem to care about his weight and continued laughing. Amelia was kind of famous and known for always barging in on people or interrupting them whilst having sex but this was the first time something like this happened with her. God! Now I know what Addison and Maggie and many others would've felt!
Link was now lying next to her, facing her. The laughter slowly died down and they just laid there staring at each other with radiant smiles on their faces. Link suddenly got worried. " Now the secret is out! Alex will obviously tell Meredith. What are we gonna do?! "
Amelia weirdly felt really calm and okay with this predicament. All of Link's worry quickly dissolved when he took in her calm exterior. Seeing his confused expression, she answered, " Well I'm no longer worried about Meredith anymore. As long as I lo...like you, nothing else matters. But she is still my sister. I value her opinion but I won't let it cloud my judgement like last time. I'm weirdly comfortable in our relationship and the Revis nothing to worry about even if the whole hospital comes to know about us. Word travels like wild fire in this damn hospital." Link obviously noticed her almost slip up but was confused as hell. Does she love me too?! As far a I know her, she'll freak out if I reveal my feelings. He ignored his inner turmoil and concentrated on what she was saying. She chuckled. Her voice dropped an octave and she whispered with a smile, " As long as we're together right? "
Link was exuding elation at what she was saying. "As long as we're together, nothing could you. I'll make sure of that. We'll be okay," he whispered softly. Amelia was ecstatic when she heard his words. She gave him the softest of her kisses and gazed into his gentle eyes full of love and endearment with admiration.
Link was blatantly staring in her kind, bright, blue eyes. She always gets this different gleam and shine in her eyes when she laughs and is happy. I've never seen anything prettier than this. He smiled softly at her and gently placed his palm on her cheek, rubbing his thumb softly near her eye. Amelia raised her eyebrows and grew confused why he was grinning so stupidly at her. " What? ", she smiled gently.
Link just leaned in and kissed both her eyelids eliciting a soft sigh from her. His lips then lingered at the corner of her mouth before he pulled away. She leaned into the palm of his hand and sighed. Amelia opened her eyes and saw nothing but adoration and...love? in his eyes. She slightly quirked her eyebrow at him, prying him to answer her stealthily abandoned question. Link just shook his head and marvelled, " Nothing. It's just...your eyes! They hold a certain glint and shine in them. They shine brighter according to your moods. I just love your eyes. They're so beautiful! You...you're so beautiful, Amelia." She felt so loved at his answer that she kissed him sweetly on the lips acknowledging and thanking him.
She leaned back and smiled radiantly at him and the gleam in her eyes from before returned and she grinned mischievously at him. She swiftly closed her eyes and whispered , " What color are my eyes?" Link laughed out loud remembering the moment she was reminding him of. The last time they talked about her eyes! Amelia had a cheeky grin on her face and he just wanted to smother her face with kisses at her cuteness. How can someone be so adorable?
He pretended to ponder the answer before kissing her cheek and breathing in her ear, " Well, sometimes they look green and sometimes they look blue depending on the..." , repeating the exact same words he uttered last. He trailed off waiting for her shush him again. She surprised him when she urged him to continue. " What? I'm waiting.Go on." Link grinned at the prospect of finally being able to complete his statement. "...depending on what's going on in that head of yours. Like when I do this..." he kissed her lips softly, "...they turn bright blue and when I do this...", he turned her body in his arms and kissed her jaw, "...they turn grey."
Amelia sighed and was appalled at his attentiveness. She couldn't believe how much he noticed her. She felt herself falling deeper and harder for him with each passing day. She breathed, " Oh yeah? "
" And when I do this...", he tugged at her hair, exposing more skin and she moaned, " they turn a darker shade of grey. When I do this...", he suddenly stopped everything he was doing and pulled back from her. Amelia grunted at the loss of his touch and opened her eyes in frustration. She looked at him questingly and irritatingly only to be met with playfulness in his eyes. "...when I rile you up or when you get angry, your eyes hold a fire in them and turn fiery green. " He grinned smugly down at her before laughing out loud. Amelia felt an urge to wipe that smirk right off his face and on an impulse took him completely by surprise.
Link was shocked, more than amused when she flipped their positions and now straddled him. "Didn't know you could actually write a book about my eyes! " It was now her turn to smirk when she grinded down on him and his eyes turned stormy. She turned the tables on him. He groaned audibly when she bit his earlobe and whispered breathing in his ear, " When I do this, YOUR eyes turn the darkest shade of grey known to man." This was his undoing. He knew it in his soul that she was doing this to rile him up. Well, it worked. He snapped.
He suddenly sat up, taking her by surprise. She was about to lose her balance but Link pulled her flush against his chest and kissed her with fervor. Amelia was more than happy to reciprocate. They then passionately resumed what they were interrupted from doing.
LATER...
During lunchtime, Amelia was as usual running late and Link was waiting for her in the cafeteria when out of nowhere, Jo plopped down in the seat next to him. Maggie was with Jo. She had a stupid grin and mischievous look on her face. Oh shit, this cannot be good!! Link inwardly groaned at the upcoming onslaught. Maggie sat down at the table too and was cluelessly looking between the two. " Um, what's going on? "
Jo smirked and turned fully towards Link who was busy staring at the sandwich on his plate which suddenly interested him to no deal. "You should definitely ask Link! He can tell you better about his recent activities."
Maggie connected the dots and laughed. " Oh! If you're talking about Link and Amelia getting 'caught in the act' by the Chief of Surgery, then I'm aware. I've actually known for a while. "
Link whipped his head in Maggie's direction, " Wait. You know about it?! I can understand Jo, she's Alex's wife but you know it too? "
Maggie chuckled, " Amelia told me. And I was there when you took Amelia out on a date. Remember? Also, probably the whole hospital knows by now, Link. Aren't you aware how this hospital works? "
He whined, " But it's only been an hour! " He huffed petulantly and crossed his arms.
Right on cue, Amelia sat down beside Link, flushed, with her tray. " I am so sorry. Again. I'll try my best to come on time the next time." Amelia laughed. She quickly recovered and got confused seeing Jo and Maggie's amused glances and Link's embarrassment.
Then, Alex dropped down beside his wife with a tray full of food and pecked her on the cheek in way of greeting. He then seemed to realise the people he was sitting with. He loudly groaned. " Not you two again. I don't want those pictures in my head!! I don't know what's happening man. Everywhere I go, sex is following me. On my way here, I actually walked in on Hunt and Altman about to do it in the Scan Room. I mean, come on, man! Then there's Nico and Schmitt and you too!"
Everybody laughed. Just then Meredith joined them, with Hayes trailing slightly behind. She called out to him when he was going to sit at a different table, not wanting to disturb the friends. " Hayes, you can join us." All the women on the table perked up and urged him to join Mer. Alex and Link shook their heads and just chuckled at the women's enthusiasm. Obviously almost all of the attendings knew about Cristina's gift except Hayes. Hayes smiled at everybody before sitting beside Alex.
Meredith takes in everybody's amused faces and quickly changes the topic fearing her meddling sisters might reveal something in front of Hayes. "So, what are we talking about? "
Jo was quick to answer amusedly, " About how sex is following my husband and he has become the second Amelia, barging in on people." Meredith raised her eyebrow at Alex and shook her head whilst laughing. Hayes was shocked at the topic of conversation and how he was so unfamiliar with people talking so openly about sex everywhere in this damn hospital! He knew word travelled fast here and was shocked to know how much he knew about people's dating lives! This hospital was undoubtedly different from all of his previous working places, that's for sure.
Amelia stealthily glanced towards Meredith cautiously once but Meredith noticed. She teasingly addressed her and Link, " So when were you planning on telling me, huh? " She laughed at Link's shocked expression and Amelia merely shook her head hopelessly. " What? Obviously I know, guys! What do you think, I don't know my sister? This one..." she points towards Amelia, "...wears her heart on her sleeves and this one..." she points towards Maggie, " cannot keep her mouth shut when she's excited! "
Amelia gave Maggie the stink eye. "MAGGIE! "
" What? I swear she already knew by the time I told her! Scold Alex. He told her!", she defended herself with mock innocence.
Alex piped in, " Well, all I'm saying is, I don't wanna see your wiggling asses bumping each other the first thing after a very long surgery when I desperately need a nap! "
Link, clearly very embarrassed, says, " Sorry, I'm definitely not gonna forget to lock the door the next time around! "
Jo interrupts him, " Oh shut up, Alex. You're one to say. Mer, remember when he slept with every freaking intern of my class? "
Meredith laughs loudly, " Oh, yes!! People started calling him the next Mark Sloan! So gross."
Alex, now vengeful, " Hee, hee, hee, very funny, Mer. Don't make me remind everyone of your sexcapades! " The person in question sobered up and threateningly looked him square in the eyes. Hayes was seemingly interested now more than ever. He leaned forward in his chair, now curious. All the other parties cheered loudly. Alex, oblivious to Mer's gaze, continued, " McDreamy and Mer did it all over the hospital! I highly doubt there's a place left where they didn't do it! "
" Hey! How do you know that?! I never told you this!"
Alex ignored her. " There was this one time when Addison pinned Mer's panties on the bulletin board on the surgical floor because she found them in McDreamy's coat! Bailey was so maaad! "
Hayes's eyebrows shot up to his forehead and he looked towards Meredith. Four simultaneous "WHAT??!! " were heard in response. Meredith just shrugged and wave it off, chuckling, " Shut up, Evilspawn."
Maggie was laughing the most. She had never heard of this story. Amelia dropped the bomb. "What are you laughing so much about, traitor? " Maggie immediately stopped laughing and was about to stop Amelia but she beat her to it. " Don't forget I had caught you and DeLuca going at it like sex crazed bunnies twice in one day! And remember when you thought DeLuca gave you a UTI ?! " Everyone erupted in laughter. Maggie was super embarrassed but looked cautiously towards Meredith, trying to gauge her reaction on hearing DeLuca's name but she was laughing heartily. Oh, thank God!
Hayes and Link simultaneously spoke up, " Maggie and DeLuca were a thing?! " Everyone nodded their heads.
" Wow."
"Guys, remember when Jo had sex with Glasses?", Meredith spoke up. Jo whipped her head in her direction, her face cringing. Alex groaned audibly and smacked his head, " Don't remind me that, Mer."
There was not one person who didn't laugh at the recollection of that memory with the exception of Link and Hayes. Link asked. " Who's Glasses? "
Everyone replied together in chorus, " Schmitt!! "
Link looked at Jo, horrified, judging her silently. "Is he not gay?! "
" Well he wasn't !! Before Nico, that is."
" You had sex with Schmitt?! Brooke, seriously?! "
" Hey! No judging here. Alex is to blame here. I tried to get over him when we broke up at the time by having a one night stand. Not my proudest moment." She groaned.
Hayes was more than astonished and cried, " Was everyone having sex with everyone ?! "
Alex piped in, " Like I said earlier, this hospital is filled with sex-crazed, horny doctors! " Everyone laughed heartily while shaking their heads. No matter what, each and every single one of them had great memories in this hospital and no place could ever replace Grey Sloan Memorial! "
Link still hung up on the whole Glasses thing, inquired, " I have one more question though. Why did you people call Schmitt, Glasses? "
Jo guffawed, recalling that memory, " Well, he was in surgery with Mer and me when he looked down and his loose glasses fell down in the open body cavity! Hence the name Glasses!! " Meredith grimaced which prompted the others to laugh out loudly.
Maggie now interrupts, " We are missing the point! We should never forget to lock the on-call room doors from now on to avoid the Amelia and Link situation! I have already seen Amelia in all of her naked glory enough times already to last a lifetime! "
Link who drinking his juice, choked and coughed up loudly hearing Maggie. Amelia who was clearly very offended shouted defensively, " Hey! Not so many times! You are clearly exaggerating."
Maggie counters, " Remeber when we caught you and Owen on Mer's couch! Even the kids saw Owen's penis! " Amelia groaned at that memory and Alex barked in laughter.
" Please don't remind me that. I had to make some lame excuse to Zola who was asking about what her Auntie Amelia was doing without any clothes on. Horrifying experience. Ughh." Link visibly cringes and tries to block his mind from conjuring up the images of Amelia and Owen.
" Yeah. Maggie remember when Amelia was totally naked in my car and changing her clothes because she was so damn late, as usual? "
Hayes and Alex stood up and left, clearly very uncomfortable, " And, we're out." Jo laughed and shook her head before she was paged down to the ER. Link's interest piqued hearing Mer's story and he quirked his eyebrow slyly in Amelia's direction who just shrugged and waved him off.
The sisters and Link resumed their hilarious conversation before Meredith and Maggie had to leave for their respective surgeries. As soon as they departed, Link turned towards Amelia and announced excitedly, " I'm coming to pick you up in my car from now on. EVERY FREAKING DAY. " Link wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she smacked him in the chest before chuckling. Link frowned and said, " What? I'm serious! ", making her laugh out loud.
" I understand the being late part. But why were you completely naked? And in front of your sisters?!"
Amelia shrugged nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. " I ran inside the car in my robe with nothing underneath..." she noticed Link's eyes darkening with each passing second but tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. They just had sex three freaking times in the on-call room and he is making me aroused again!! How?! "...and then I put my jeans and top on."
Link intercepted with mirth in his eyes, " Without the panties, right? " He proceeded to point towards her crotch and continued, " Because she likes to breathe? "
" Damn right, she does! " and then she laughed. Link shook his head and chuckled at her antics. The laughter soon died down and he bent slightly to plant a chaste kiss on her lips. Both of them were grateful and relieved that they could finally act like a happy couple in front of everyone instead of hiding their relationship. Amelia, now panting, smiled up at him after breaking their kiss and gazed in his eyes. Link whispered, " I have a surgery. See you later? " Amelia nodded and he turned to leave but stopped to say one last thing. " Talk to Mededith, Amelia. You'll feel better."
Amelia was amazed at how well Link had come to know her in such a short span of time. She was ever grateful to have him in her life and thanked whatever God was up there for him. She desperately needed to know what Meredith thought of them as a couple.
Later, while walking towards Mer's car in the parking lot, Amelia jogged up to Meredith who was walking a few steps ahead of them. Maggie continued walking a few steps behind, knowing Amelia needed some privacy to talk to Meredith about her relationship with Link.
" Hey, Mer."
" Hi, Amelia." Meredith smiled towards her sister. She knew what Amelia wanted to talk about.
" Sooo...you obviously know about Link and I. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was actually trying to take things slower this time around and not jump head first like I previously did, you know? Sooo...what do you think? ", she knew she was rambling and braced herself.
Meredith chuckled trying to ease her sister's worries. " Don't worry about me, Amelia. I already had a hint that you and Link were a thing! " She waved off Amelia's shocked expression. " I own this hospital, darling. I know things! "
" Fair enough." Amelia shook her head. So all that tension was for nothing?!
Meredith continued. " I'm actually really happy for you. Sorry I couldn't tell you this earlier today. Link is a really great guy. I'm glad you're taking things at your own pace this time. But don't hold back in fear of doing things wrong. Be you and...be happy. You deserve happiness, Amelia. " She smiled kindly at her sister. She was genuinely happy for her. She was glad that she had finally found the right guy for her who would keep her and her needs before everything, unlike her past relationships and keep her grounded. She had the tendency to panic and get restless whereas he was calm in tense situations. She had told them how Link had stood up for her and handled her family in New York. She was highly grateful that he took care of her sister when she desperately needed support. Her sister was finally walking on the right path, relationship wise. If only her other sister could find someone. Clearly Jackson was a very, very wrong choice. She grimaced and shook her head.
Tears were welling up in Amelia's eyes hearing Meredith's words. She was finally so content and happy in her life! She was relieved that Meredith approved of Link. Her sisters were her family. They were all she had! Their opinions obviously mattered the most to her. Overwhelmed with emotion, she pulled Meredith into a tight embrace. Recovering from her initial shock of the rare display of affection from this sister of hers, she tightened her arms around her.
A few steps behind, Maggie had an endearing smile on her face, witnessing the whole scenario. She wiped her eyes, tears leaking with emotion. This was her family! She didn't need any man as long as she had her sisters by her side. They were her strength, her family. She hurriedly rushed towards them and joined in on the hug.
Author's Note :
Heyy guys!!! Did you see the new episodes??!! DEREK!!!!! My heart exploded with all the MerDer and AmeLink scenes. I finally found my inspiration and wrote this in a single night! XD
Sorry for being AWOL but I had lost the will and inspiration to write! Also I was so busy with school work!!
I've made a few changes in the story. Owen and Teddy are still going strong. I don't want their drama here in my story now. Probably later. Also, Alex never left and is still the Chief of Surgery. Cormac Hayes is the Chief of Peds and when Bailey is back from her sabbatical, Alex and Hayes will obviously co-chief. I also included some Mermac in the story because I absolutely love those two!!!! <333
I really hd a lot of fun writing this chapter. Hope y'all like it too!! Please write your suggestions and remarks in the comments! I always appreciate your input! Open for prompts!
Next up some jealous AmeLink fun!! *squeals* Enjoyyy. Until then.
#amelink#amelia-shepherd-fanfic#amelia shepherd#atticus lincoln#chris carmack#caterina scorsone#meredith and cormac#meredith grey#cormac hayes#greys anatomy#maggie pierce#romance#love
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noise complaint- self ship
pairing: kuroo x pat
warnings: alcohol, smoking, party culture, sexual assault ptsd
word count: 2589
a/n: HNGKNSFKLS THIS IS LAME BUT i just wanted to imagine patsuro in my current college setting :’)) this is self indulgent and kinda comfort fluff?? and yes i’m aware i seem like a bitch i tried to be as honest about how i act in irl,, otherwise enjoy...
Patricia hummed and shut her eyes happily as the sun hit her face. She swung her keys attached to her lanyard as she made her way to her campus apartment. As a sophomore in college, she was honestly surprised she even made it past one year. Her strength was in street smarts rather than book smarts, yet here she was. She waved to a few familiar faces as she walked through the campus and made her way into her dorm building. She was beyond ecstatic for this school year, living with her best friends and delving further into her major.
She stopped at her door, covered in decorations she had made with her roommates. She smiled softly, a sense of hope for the school year filling her.
That hope quickly faded as she heard a familiar voice while she attempted to open the door to her apartment.
“Patricia!”
She looked over to see a tall messy haired boy walking towards her. She sighed and turned to him, leaning against her locked door.
“Kuroo.”
He rolled his eyes and stopped in front of her.
“Why do you only call me by my last name?”
“Because I can’t just give you the satisfaction of letting you hear me say your real name, can I?”
He sighed and looked down at her as she lazily crossed her arms over her chest.
“How was your summer?”
“Fine, I worked a lot.”
“The garden center, right?”
“Mhm.”
Kuroo nodded and looked down at his feet. He was aware Patricia wasn’t fond of him. Frankly she couldn’t help it. He didn’t know but she was terrified of men. Previous trauma had developed into PTSD which manifested into a constant state of anger towards any man that came her way. It wasn’t healthy or right but it's how it was. However, Kuroo saw this as flat out hatred rather than a deep-rooted fear.
“Well,” He said before clearing his throat. “I just wanted to let you know I’m your floor RA this year.”
Patricia nodded slowly and gave him a soft smile.
“Cool, I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”
“Thanks, but you should be aware I’ll be strict about underage drinking and-”
Patricia gasped and placed her hand on her chest in mock offense.
“Me? Drinking? Oh Kuroo, I’m not that kind of girl.”
Kuroo raised a brow and gave her a doubtful look.
“Still playing the good Catholic school girl act?”
Patricia chuckled and hummed looking down at her feet and back up at Kuroo.
“This is a Catholic university, I’m a girl, and I’m literally majoring in Theology. I don’t know if that’s an act. I’m as much of a goodie two shoes as you are Kuroo.”
“I highly doubt-”
“And besides,” She said with a snide grin, “if we don’t sin a little, then Jesus died for nothing right?”
Kuroo scoffed and before he could form a sentence to combat her ridiculous statement, she unlocked her door and gave him a wave.
“Don’t worry Kuroo, just because I own a key to the campus sacristy, doesn’t mean I’ll steal the holy wine.”
He gaped as she slid into her apartment, giving him a teasing wink, and hearing the door lock.
That following Friday, Patricia found herself trapped in the same hallway.
“Gretchen is DDing right?” She asked her roommate while adjusting her mini backpack.
“Yup!” Her roommate, Dashi chirped while texting. Patricia grinned and turned to lock the door when she heard a familiar ‘tsk’. She sighed and looked to see Kuroo dressed down in gray sweatpants and a t-shirt. He looked oddly good, or was it her Friday night hunger?
“Kuroo!” She sang and gave him a big grin.
“Patricia, Dashi,” He said, giving a nod at each girl. He paused slightly, looking Patricia up and down. She was usually caught wearing leggings and baggy t-shirts with hiking sandals, but tonight, she wore jeans, heels, and a black body suit that was probably more low-cut than it should’ve been. She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in his face.
“Kuroo, you pervert. What do you want?” She glared up at him, propping her hand on her waist.
He blinked, his face flush with embarrassment.
“You look nice.”
Patricia nodded and gave him a tart smile.
“Thanks. Did you need something?”
Dashi watched, her eyes peering away from her phone screen. It was painful to watch. Patricia was usually quite good at reading people, however the image of the flustered boy in front of her didn’t seem to connect the dots of attraction in her mind.
“Just, be safe tonight okay?”
She rolled her eyes a began to walk out the door, Dashi at her side.
“Will do,” She cooed while giving him a mocking salute while walking backwards and turning on her heel as she got to the door.
Kuroo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. She was just so fake. A doe-eyed attentive student in class, participating and kissing ass for professors, working for campus ministry, running the prayer nights, leading religious retreats, and going to church on Sundays. Yet now she was out and ready to do God knows what. She was a sly liar, and she loved every minute of being a complete enigma.
Dashi and Patricia reached the apartment, a dorm complex nicknamed the Hive by students. It was where the buzz happened while everyone got buzzed. Patricia grinned at the feeling of the floor vibrating and the air smelling like sweat and weed. The messy sensation always managed to bring her joy. They shuffled inside, the apartment packed with drunken and high college students. Patricia inhaled the hot air deeply and scanned the living room for a familiar face.
There sat one of her roommates Mix on their boyfriend's lap, rolling a join with nimble fingers as he softly kissed their neck. She chuckled, those two were attached at the hip. She pointed them out to Dashi and they made their way over.
“Mix!” Patricia sang and gave her roommate a wave.
“Pat Pat!” They gasped and stumbled getting up. Ushijima, their boyfriend set his hands on their hips to help them regain balance. They giggled, their usual stone demeanor diminished under the ruse of weed and alcohol. “Here!! You need to catch up,” They said, licking the joint to seal it and then handing It over to her.
“Aw thanks Mix!” Patricia gave a thankful smile as Ushijima handed her the lighter that he managed to tuck behind his ear. She lit the joint and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fall from her nose slowly. Mix clapped happily as she chuckled and handed the joint to Dashi.
“Tay is in the kitchen by the way,” Ushijima said softly. Patricia nodded and gave the couple each a pat on the head before sneaking into the kitchen, the idea of a cup of WOP calling her name. She smiled seeing Tay who was talking to a boy who she recognized from her ceramics class as Touya.
“Taaaay,” She sang before giving her roommate a hug. Tay laughed and hugged back.
“Hey love!” Tay smiled, a dreamy expression on her face, either from alcohol or talking to the very attractive boy. Patricia giggled and gave her a nod of approval before going to pour herself a cup of whatever the hell was in the WOP tonight. She knew she needed to catch up, deciding to down the cup, despite the burn in her throat.
“Shit,” she mumbled before refilling the cup. She took a few leisurely sips before returning to the smoking sesh with Mix and Ushijima, Dashi had disappeared onto the dance floor and appeared to be grinding on a very flustered yellow haired boy. Patricia picked up the still hot joint and brought it to her lips, taking a slow drag before looking over at Mix, who seemed to be whispering in Ushijima’s ear, his face a deep crimson at every word they spoke. Patricia giggled and took another sip, the joint tucked between her index and middle finger as she held the cup. She was buzzed, giggly and light, but nothing major. The struggles of a high alcohol tolerance.
“AYO QUIET!”
The shout was heard over the hum of the party, and the music quickly died. There was a knock on the door.
“RA on call! We got a noise complaint.”
Patricia blinked and sighed. The other party goers where shuffling around to hide and scattering in different directions. Too irritated to care, she went to open the door, knowing that if they made the RA wait any longer that campus police would show up. She opened the door and if her frown couldn’t get any bigger, it did.
There stood Kuroo with his RA fanny-pack sitting across his chest. He seemed to have matching smile, that only grew into shock as he watched Patricia take sip of her drink while continuing to make eye contact with him.
“We got a noise complaint?” She asked, her half-lidded eyes a shade of pink.
Kuroo narrowed his own eyes and stepped inside.
“You know I have to report this as illegal activity.”
She sighed and nodded, taking the cup in her other hand and taking a puff from the joint, blowing it gently in Kuroo’s face. He winced at the smell and she smiled softly.
“Yeah, I know.”
He scoffed and glared at her as she set the items down, stepping out into the hallways and closing the door behind her.
“Theres a lot of people in there. Just mark me down, ok? I don’t want you to have the reputation of the hated RA.”
He tilted his face at the oddly considerate offer but proceeded to shake his head.
“I can’t do that, that’s against the rules.”
Patricia gave and exasperated sigh and leaned against the wall of the hallway, the dim yellow lights exposing her red cheeks and red eyes.
“I’m just trying to help you out, Tetsuro.”
He blinked.
“You said my first name.”
“It's a means of persuasion,” she replied before reaching up to push her hair out of her face. “C’mon,” She said while beginning to walk down the hall. “Let's go back home so you can rest, and I can watch Netflix.”
Kuroo watched as she swayed slightly as she walked and huffed, walking beside her. As by instinct, he reached to take her hand as a means of balancing her, but she quickly swatted it away, fear plastered on her face.
“W-What are you doing?” She asked, holding her hand close to her chest, her eyes full of uncertainty.
“I-I-, you we’re swaying a lot and I didn’t want you to fall over.”
Patricia eyed him, rubbing her hands together anxiously.
“Thats it? Swear you won’t pull anything?”
Kuroo frowned, offended by her accusation.
“Do you think I’m that kind of person?”
She looked down at her hands, tears welling in her eyes.
“Aren’t all boys like that?”
Kuroo looked down stunned, at first from offence, but then by the fact that the usually relaxed and cheerful Patricia looked like she had seen a ghost. He quickly connected the dots and nodded slowly.
“I’m sorry...but I can assure you I’m not like that.”
She looked up at him, tears ready to spill. Kuroo bit his lip in hesitation, but slowly reached up to gingerly wipe her tears away with his thumbs.
“I promise,” He whispered.
Patricia stared at him with wide glassy eyes, searching his face for any sort of evidence that he was lying. When she couldn’t find any, she dove into his chest, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you,” she cried softly into his chest, his shirt getting wet from her tears. He hushed her gently and hugged back, rubbing her back gently. As soon as she was able to catch her breath, Patricia focused on the feeling of Kuroo’s large hands rubbing her back sweetly. There was no sense of malice or any sign that he would hurt her. So, she relished in the newfound sense of safety.
She sniffled and looked up at him, pulling away quickly.
“Sorry,” she croaked out while weakly gesturing to the tear stain on his chest.
He shrugged, “It's just salt water. Let's get you some water and sober you up okay?”
Patricia nodded and looked down, pouting slightly like a small child, still swaying with each step. Kuroo chuckled and once again reached for her hand as she walked. Except this time, she didn’t pull away.
Once they reached the dorm hall, Kuroo looked down at Patricia, who seemed to have calmed down.
“Is it cool if we go to my apartment. I’ve got bottled water and double stuffed Oreos.”
“Those are my favorite,” She said with a sniffle.
Kuroo chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah I know, you put them on your resident introduction sheet.”
She nodded, remembering the form she filled out before moving into her new residence hall.
They reached Kuroo’s door and walked inside. Patricia looked around and the surprisingly clean apartment.
“Here,” he said, bringing her back to earth, “Water.”
She nodded and took the bottle, chugging it down quickly. A dribble of water rand down her chin and down her chest, causing Kuroo to look away flushed. She furrowed her eyes at him and lazily wiped her lips.
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” Kuroo mumbled, looking away in embarrassment. Patricia rolled her eyes and jumped to sit up on his countertop.
“Have you ever done anything with a girl Kuroo?”
Kuroo blinked and looked down at his feet, his usual prideful demeanor gone.
“Not really. Just like making out and stuff.”
“So, you’re a virgin?” She asked him, tilting her head in curiosity. Her eyes were no longer noticeably puffy and her face was much less red as before.
“I mean...I guess.”
Patricia nodded slowly, eyeing Kuroo up and down as if she was analyzing every little thing about him. He was undeniably handsome. She was almost upset it took her a small break down to realize how truly caring he seemed. Just because he was a figure of authority shouldn’t have equated a dislike for him. She eyed his soft pink lips and smiled slightly. He really was pretty.
“Do you want to kiss Tetsuro?”
Kuroo looked up at her, sincerity in her face. There was something about the way she said his name that just felt like pure velvet.
“I-, are you sure?”
She nodded and gave him a soft smile.
“Yeah, plus I want to kiss you.”
Kuroo nodded slowly and stepped in between Patricia’s knees which hung off the counter.
“May I?” He asked quietly, his hands hovering above her thighs. She giggled softly and nodded. Kuroo placed his large hands on her thighs and she smiled looking down at him and back up at his face. He loomed over her.
“You’re tall,” She hummed in a whisper.
Slowly, she brought her hand up to the collar of his shirt and tugged him down to her level gently. She gaped her mouth open, Kuroo’s lips grazing hers in anticipation. Patricia smiled before closing her eyes and leaning into Kuroo, their lips molding together. The kisses started out subtle, but soon turned heated and Patricia wound up with her hands against his chest, biting down gently on his bottom lip. She pulled away with a slight tug and let go, her eyes opening to look at Kuroo’s bright pink face. She giggled and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek.
“Thank you for the water.”
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Heartstrings | Chapter XII | Shawn Mendes
“ ‘It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person… you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens..you’ll always love them.’ - unknown”
“Shawn was a huge believer that the ‘soulmates’ situation’ was the most stupid thing on the planet, specially since it was such a rare thing to find someone with the same mark as you. He would do anything he could to prevent the so called 'destiny’ from happening, but could he?”
hi, i know there’s so much going on right now and i’m not going to take this too far cause this is not a political centered blog or anything, i just think somethings need to said. i just thought i might ask you guys to see what is going on, sign the petitions, vote and if you can, donate. you can find links on my blog and even all over tumblr, it won’t take you too long to do it. and please stay safe. and in the middle of it, i’m just posting this for you to have something to ease your minds a bit and keep you occupied for a few minutes during quarantine. anyway, i hope you like it, and please give me some feedback.
*Word Count: 2.6K+.
*Warnings: cursing, angst, drinking, mentions of car crash (in case that triggers).
*Posted: June 4th, 2020.
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It’s been almost a week since the last time a had an actual conversation with Shawn. I mean, even though he’s been dodging me like the plague, I wasn’t totally available as well, finals started and I was going insane. It’s no secret to anyone that I take my education pretty serious, so the whole week I’ve been studying like crazy. Mel likes to say I’ve been doing this more than ever to avoid the topic and the whole conversation with Shawn, I just like to think it’s just myself as in any end of semester. And he wasn’t ignoring me, he was just avoiding being alone with me, and according to Brian, he had been pretty off lately, and even though I really wanted to sit down with him and see what was actually happening, I didn’t have the time to, and if he wanted, he knew he could come to me.
The week went on pretty fast. Soon was Friday and I finally would have a night to myself to chill for a bit before my last week of finals started. Melissa took the opportunity to run to her boyfriend’s place, aka, Shawn’s condo, and the guys invited me over for a game night, but I told them I needed to just stay quiet and sleep. They ended up accepting it, especially cause this was no news for everyone.
So I ended up opening a bottle of wine and ordering some pizza. I took a long and warm shower, deciding to do some skin care and paint my nails nicely, and while I was doing that, I chose a random thing to let playing on my computer on Netflix to watch and just enjoy the whole night. The pizza arrived around nine and it was perfect, cause my nails were finally dry, so I went outside and grabbed it, paying and going back to my room. But ten minutes later, when I was finally eating my first slice, someone knocked on the door and it was weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone. But when I opened the door, I was just so shocked.
Shawn was standing there, looking completely lost with glassy eyes, his cheeks were pink, his hair was a mess and so were his clothes. He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at me with a confused yet grateful expression. Shawn opened his mouth to speak but nothing came from it, so he closed it and tried speaking again, looking still like a lost puppy. I gave him some space and he just dragged himself inside, stumbling through the room and basically plopping down on the mattress, throwing his backpack on the floor and just looking straight ahead. I closed the door and walked to him, but he didn’t look up and I was starting to get worried about him, so I kneeled down in front of him, carefully placing a hand on his cheek, which caused him to immediately look down at me. I started lightly caressing his face and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I asked and he nodded, but not a single word left his mouth “is it school related?” he shook his head “is it me?” he shrugged “It’s okay, have you been drinking?” and with that he nodded and I could literally see the tears forming on those gorgeous brown eyes “oh, Shawn”
I got up to my feet only to sit down beside him, quickly wrapping my arms around his torso as he nuzzled his face on my neck. I started rubbing circles on his back as he sobbed on me, pulling me tighter to his body. I’ve never seen him so broken before, at least not in a long while. Shawn was always the type that felt his emotions deeply but didn’t show, only to a few lucky people, that included his family, Brian and me, and yet, I’ve never seen him crying this bad before. He’s whole body was shaking and he was curled up seeming a lot smaller than he really is, and my heart was shattering at every little sound that left him, but I knew I couldn’t cry, even though my eyes were brimming with tears. I knew I had to be strong for him.
I kept on trying to coo him and mumble a few comforting and soothing words, but it was hard not knowing what made him feel like this. His breathing was starting to even out slowly and I was feeling a bit more relieved, and still, I didn’t stop trying to make him relax a bit, but gently playing with his curls, feeling him shiver and sigh against the sensitive skin of my neck. I placed a tender kiss on his hair and kept on playing with it. He slowly backed up a bit, his face a little bit red, with swollen and puffy honey eyes looking up at me like a little kid who’s afraid. I squeezed his hand softly to assure him that I was here for him.
“Do you want to take a warm shower?” I offered the first thing that I would like to do if I’m feeling sad and he nodded softly “it’s okay if you want to, maybe it’ll help you relax a bit”
“Okay” it was barely above a whisper but it was already enough.
“I’ll get the shower ready and-“ I was cut mid sentence by him grabbing my hand as I was standing up and keeping me by his side “come with me then, I just want to help, I’m not going anywhere, darling” I said placing my hand on his cheek and he leaned in on my touch “come on, baby”
He slowly got up, still holding my hand, and followed me to my bathroom with Mel, in which I turned on my fairy lights that I had hanging there and turned off the lights so he could have a chill environment. I turned on the hot water and back into the room to grab the backpack he brought with him, so I returned as he was taking off his pants, so I placed it there and left him to his own business. I went back to the room to kinda change the mood in there, by lightning up a candle and a few fairy lights, separating my wine and a glass for him and arranging the pizza and the bed for us in case he chose to stay.
Shawn left the bathroom with damp hair and dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking so so so cute, he rubbed his eyes to adjust to the light and when he focused on the room his shoulders dropped and suddenly I couldn’t breath. I didn’t want to make him feel worse, I just wanted to help.
“I’m sorry, everything can go back to normal if you want”
“It’s not that” he mumbled softly “this is perfect, you’re perfect”
“I’m not, I just figured you needed to relax a bit, want to lay on the bed? You arrived a bit after the pizza”
“‘M not hungry”
“I know, but you should eat a bit, there’s also wine” I offered with a tempting smile and he gave me the smallest one in return, but it enough to make my heart flutter.
“Kay”
“Do you want to spend the nigh? Mel is not coming back” I asked and he nodded coming to me and holding my hand, plopping down on my mattress and pulling me to him “wait, I’ll grab the pizza for us, want wine?”
“Yeah” he answered and I grabbed to glasses that were not wine appropriate and a slice of pizza for each of us.
I sat down beside him and gave him his stuff, quickly pulling up the covers and placing my notebook on my lap, quickly logging in on netflix and picking a romcom I knew he liked deep down. So we just drank a glass of wine each and ate few slices. We were just there watching and I decided to put on a face mask while the movie wasn’t over.
“What is it?”
“It’s a charcoal face mask, want to apply it too?”
“Is it good?”
“Yeah, you have to peel it off later”
“Okay, can you put it on me?”
“Sure” I said spreading the product over his face, careful with his hair, until I gave up and pulled his curls back with a headband, and cleaning my fingers on a towel I had there “done”
“I have to wait?”
“Yeah, until the movie is over”
“Okay” he replied and got back to watching the movie with me.
After another half an hour the movie was almost over and I turned a bit to look at Shawn, only to find him already looking at me with glassy eyes.
“Oh, Shawnie, what’s wrong?” I mumbled softly and he shook his head.
“Let’s take off these masks”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah”
“Okay, just peel it”
“How?”
“Like this” I said poking and end and starting to pull it.
“Holy shit, this hurts”
“Don’t be a whiny baby”
“You and I both know I am a whiny baby” he mumbled with a cute pout on his pink lips.
“Yeah, that’s true, just do it” I said holding back a laughter as I finished taking mine off.
“It hurts”
“Want me to do it?”
“Yeah” he answered and I peeled it as quickly as I could with him basically whisper-yelling “hey, you weren’t careful!”
“But now it’s over, it’s just like a band-aid”
“But all over your face”
“Yeah” I said reaching back for my moisturizer and applying a bit on his face, alongside with my lip balm “all done”
“Can I put this on your face?”
“Sure” I was honestly about to say he could do anything if that meant he would be feeling a bit better or at least distracted, just as he was right now, his tongue poking out in concentration and he softly placed the cream all over my face.
“I’m sorry for showing up out of nowhere” he said closing the lid and looking at it as if it was the best thing ever.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable yet”
“But I feel like I owe you an explanation”
“You don’t”
“I do” he said sighing softly and I decided to just give him space to talk since he wanted.
“Okay”
“I- Mum was involved in a bad car crash yesterday”
“Oh God”
“I know, and no one told me ‘cause they were afraid of how I would react and if that would ‘cause me to not take the test I had today, and I got so pissed when I found out, I just wanted to punch something, and that’s when I noticed why they’re concerned about my reaction, I guess I’m explosive and that stopped them from telling me my mother was at the hospital unconscious. And then I went straight to the hospital to see her, and then I had to come back from home cause I have tests monday and the first thing I knew I was parked outside your dorm room and I- I’m scared, Y/N” Shawn struggled to finish his sentence as he got back into sobbing and crying.
“It’s okay to be scared, baby” I said pulling him into a hug and he nestled his head on my chest, sobbing into it, as I tried my best to coo him “Karen’s going to be okay, Shawn, she’s already getting medical help, okay? You just gotta be strong for her and for Liyah, and I’m here for you, just don’t forget to breath a bit”
“Mhmm” he mumbled into my chest and I started playing with his curls.
“I would get upset too if they didn’t tell me and I would’ve gone there, and probably would’ve come back to you too, so just know you didn’t do anything wrong” I placed a kiss on his forehead and cupped his jaw “you talked to her?”
“No, she was out due to the meds they’re giving to her”
“How was your dad?”
“He said she’s out of danger when I got there, but that didn’t help me much”
“Okay, that’s a good sign, you just need to let the info sink in, right?” I asked and he just shrugged as I tried drying his tear stained cheeks “it’s okay, sweetheart, she’s going to be alright, okay?”
“I love you” he mumbled placing his chin on my sternum “so much”
“I love you too, Shawn, I’ve always loved you”
“Thank you for being here for me, this means so much” he said with puffy eyes and blushed cheeks.
“It’s my job and I’ll always be here”
“I’m here for you too”
“I know that” I smiled at him and pushed his hair back before holding his face on both of my hands “but right now, you’re the one who needs to relax and to just let go a bit, okay?” and to that, Shawn just nodded.
So I got back to playing with his hair as he nuzzled his face deeper in my chest, basically laying on top of me, not that I mind or anything, it actually feels good. We just spent so much time in silence, just waiting for his heart rate and breathing to calm down a bit, and when it did, I was so sure he was asleep, but when I tried moving to reach for my bottle of water I heard his whine in protest, and his arms tightening around me. Shawn looked up at me with his eyes lids struggling to be open and pink tinted cheeks, with a small pout and I couldn’t even move, so instead of doing what I was meant to, I just pressed a light kiss on his curls.
“You want me to leave?”
“Of course not, just wanted to reach for my water bottle, thought you’re asleep”
“Sorry, I wasn’t”
“But you should try to, specially ‘cause we still have finals and stuff, how can I help you?”
“Just keep doing what you do, baby”
“What?”
“Just this, just being here”
“Okay, can we just get ready for bed, in case either of us end up falling asleep?”
“Sure” he mumbled but didn’t move a muscle.
“Shawn, sit down for a sec, buddy” I asked nicely and he groaned, but obeyed either way.
I quickly rearranged things around us so we could actually fall asleep in peace and grabbed an extra blanket for us just in case he stole mine, even though I feel like he sleeps like a log. When I was done, Shawn just laid back on the pillows and outstretched his arms to me, making grabby motions with his hands, and I ended chuckling but also ended giving in, and then he pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight against his body. He started pressing soft kisses all over my face as I kept on giggling like a school girl.
“Stop moving” he groaned as I kept on leaning away from his face”
“God, you’re needy”
“I’m just trying to give you some love”
“Okay, but you can give it to me tomorrow, you need to rest baby”
“But-“
“No buts, Mendes, sleep”
“Fine” he mumbled with a pout that I had to resist very badly not to kiss.
“Goodnight, Shawn”
“Goodnight, baby” he said placing a kiss on the tip of my nose as I resumed playing with his hair.
And then I fell asleep, wrapped on his warmth and hoping this wasn’t just a dream or that things would finally work out to be like they’re supposed to.
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