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melliflovs · 3 years

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Domain Expansion - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 2,093

Warnings: voyeurism, degradation, oral male receiving

Summary: Gojo gets too impatient to make it home and has his way with you.

A/N: This has been bouncing around in my head for like two days after getting the idea from a TikTok, I don't know if it's been done yet

"Gojo," You giggled pushing his hand off your thigh. "We're in public." The hideous bright orange vinyl seats clung to your bare legs as he subtly pushed your skirt up under the wooden table. You were tempted to indulge him, his fingers slowly sliding back up to the inside of your thighs. Right before you shifted to give him easier access, two of your students slid into the booth across you. Clearing your throat you quickly closed your legs, his hand slowly retreating.

Yuji placed a basket of fries in the center of the table, "Thanks" You grinned picking one up and eating it. "So, boys let's talk fingers." Both you and Gojo were pro keeping Itadori alive for the time being, possibly the only ones in the curse killing world who were. Over the past week, you and Gojo had curated a list of where you could potentially locate Sukuna's fingers - the past week may or may not have also included you being bent over the desk in between teaching lessons. It wasn't a secret that the two of you were together but you did try to keep things discreet.

You pulled out the list of finger locations, giving one to both students with a grin, "This is where you should be able to find them. I-" You were cut off by the feeling of Gojo's hand returning, making quick work of opening your legs back up and sliding his fingers to the inside of your thighs. He didn't move for a moment after that, letting you decide what you want.

"Boys, could you guys order me a soda really quick?" You asked a sweet smile on your face. "How about a burger too" Gojo added, "Extra cheese."

The two students stood up in unison, uttering "Yes sensei" under their breaths as they went. You watched as they approached the register, opening their mouths to talk to the waitress. Turning back to your boyfriend you subtly hiked up your skirt, your thin black lace panties exposed to his eyes only. His eyes widened behind his glasses. He leaned in closer to you, his voice coming out in a low purr, "Wear those just for me? What a good girl."

One of his arms wrapped around you, drawing small circles on your shoulder. "Do you know what I'd do to you if they weren't with us? I'd fuck you on his table if I could. In front of everyone here."

A blush spread across your face, you felt as if you would melt into the floor from embarrassment. You were ashamed of how well his words were working. Your reaction only seemed to spur him on further. "I bet you like the idea of being bent over and fucked until you can't think anymore while everyone watches."

You tried to clench your thighs together but he held them open with one hand, "Tsk, tsk, too late for that." Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his fingertip run up and down your clothed folds. His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned down again.

"So wet already? I guess it does get you off." Smirking he moved your panties aside, "I'll rip them off later." Slowly he trailed his finger up to your clit circling it before dipping back down towards your entrance, slowly entering you with a single digit.

"W-What if they notice." You stuttered out as he began pumping, his palm grinding against your clit.

"What if they do?"

Your eyes got wide, "Gojo we can't-"

He tilted your head towards his, kissing you softly for a moment before pulling away. Grabbing your hand he pulled you out of the booth and taking you out the back exit while your students cluelessly waited patiently for the food.

When you exited the door you found yourselves in an empty alley, Satoru wasted no time in pushing you up against the brick wall. He kissed you slowly now that he had you to himself. His tongue invaded your mouth with ease as wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tugging lightly on his white hair. He let out a low moan, grinding into you lightly. His bulge pressed against you, the weight of it reminding you how badly you wanted to feel it in your hands.

Switching positions you pushed Gojo against the wall, never breaking eye contact as you sunk to your knees. You toyed with the button on his pants, the bulge straining the material. Slowly you leaned forward and nuzzled your nose against it, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. His hand came down, stroking your hair and cheek before his thumb brushed over your lip.

You didn't hesitate in opening your mouth for him as he slipped his finger in. You sucked it immediately. Gojo looked down at you, lust clouding his eyes as your tongue swirled around his digit. You began to unbutton his pants, his finger was fun but it wouldn't satisfy like other things could. You released his finger with a pop as you pulled down his pants, his cock springing out eagerly.

Taking your time you slowly stroked him, tracing his veins with your fingers. You felt his hand lace through your hair, holding it back for you. You tilted it up, look deeply into his eyes as you licked a stripe from base to tip, swirling around his light pink head.

He grinned down at you, "Just like that, baby. Just how I like it." You leisurely worked your mouth down around his cock, taking your time as you took him. Gojo was beginning to grow impatient, his hips bucking lightly into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You choked for a second, breathing deeply through your nose as tears pricked at your eyes. "Dirty whore." He growled, "Look so pretty wrapped around my cock like that"

His words made your head feel light and the heat between your legs swell. His hand still holding your hair back began to guide you up and down on him, you hummed around his length the vibrations sending sparks through Gojo as he moaned your name quietly.

Such a powerful person falling apart just from the warmth of your mouth.

You reached a hand down to rub yourself, the palm of your hand giving you temporary release as the feeling grew and closing your eyes blissfully. Getting lost in the feeling your movements stalled, momentarily focusing on your own pleasure. Gojo used his hand to pull himself from your mouth, watching you get lost in your approaching high. Without warning he crouched down in front of you, long legs surrounding you on either side. Swiftly he grabbed your hand, halting your finish. Your eyes snapped open to be met with his.

"Gojo, please." You whined, trying to take your hand out of his grasp.

"Only I can make you cum right now. Even if it is in this disgusting alley and you're on your hands and knees on the fucking ground." You nodded dumbly at him, surprised by his words, and incredibly turned on. "That's my good girl." He said, leaning forward and kissing you softly on the lips, his own hand finding his way down to the bottom of your skirt. Effortlessly his fingers slipped into your panties and began thumbing at your clit. Sparks flew through your body as the previous flame was reignited.

"Gojo." You moaned loudly, your body happy to have his hands on it. You reacted in ways you couldn't even comprehend when he touched you. You said his name again, even louder than the last time.

"Oi." He whispered, leaning towards your ear, "Need to be quieter, only I get to see you like this. No one else can hear you like this-" He was cut off by laughter at the other end of the alley by the street. A group of three men walked by. They paused for a moment, peering through the darkness. You tensed in Gojo's arms.

His hand brushed over your hair, petting you softly. With a smirk, he whispered in your ear. "Domain expansion."

Suddenly the area around you turned pitch black wind whipping around you and just like that the two of you were surrounded by the void still sitting crouched in front of each other. "Peace and quiet." You smiled, leaning forward and kissing Gojo. Pushing him onto his back you climbed on top of him. His cock was trapped between your stomach and his. Gojo's slender fingers went to your thighs, slowly hiking your skirt up once again like he had in the diner only this time you let him. He slid you forward, your clothed core rubbing over his length.

Simultaneously you both moaned, "Fuck, (y/n). Need you so badly." You lifted yourself up for a second, pulling your panties off, careful not to lose your balance. "Skirt stays on." Gojo smirked, clearly happy with your choice of style this morning. The black tennis skirt was lifted up to your hips as you lowered yourself back on him. Slowly you rubbed your wet folds along his length, you were practically dripping at this point.

Gojo watched in awe as you moved along him. You looked so unbelievably hot in the short skirt, even more so with it bunched up at your hips as you tried to tease him. It was working, don't get him wrong, but it seemed to be working better on yourself. Soft pants and quiet moans leaving your lips as his tip brushed against your clit.

"Please, Satoru." You begged quietly, what you were doing felt fantastic but it wasn't going to push the growing feeling off the edge, and it wouldn't do it for him either. He lifted you once more effortlessly, a strong hand gripping your soft skin as his other grasped his cock. With the distance between the two of you, Gojo rubbed his tip along your soaked folds. Slowly he eased himself inside you. His thick length stretched you out as you pulsed and mewled around him.

Gojo let out a groan as you enveloped him, your heat ready and wanting. He watched as your eyes rolled back from the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Gojo began working his hips, fucking you hard and fast from below. "Fuck, Gojo. F-Feels so good." You stuttered, his cock bumping the deepest parts of you as you yelled out in euphoria. You raked your hands through his messy hair, pulling lightly as he fucked you.

His fast pace made your breasts bounce up and down, his eyes trained on your clothed chest. Your hardened nipples were visible from the thin material of the shirt you wore. Catching you off guard he pulled your shirt up with his hand, exposing your bare chest. Leaning forward he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. He sucked harshly on the supple flesh, marking it for days to come.

Between his hard cock buried inside you and his teeth and tongue lapping at your tits you quickly became a mess, moaning wantonly. You felt the waves of electricity begin to rise as his thrusts grew sloppier and his breathing got more erratic. His mouth never left your chest, latched onto you as you broke, shaking around him and pulling his head in between your breast, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, Gojo. So deep."

You heard him exhale deeply, sputtering as he chased his own release, cumming inside you. He kept thrusting, his cum mixing with your slick as it spilled out of you and onto his thighs. Sweat beaded at both of your foreheads, exhaustion soon approaching. His mouth continued to leave sloppy open mouthed kisses on your chest before dropping your shirt back down and giving you a soft peck on your lips.

You gave him a sleepy grin, "Do you think they noticed we left?" You asked as you slowly pulled yourself off him. Your legs shook slightly as you stood, straightening out your skirt.

Gojo zipped up his pants and smirked at the noticeably wet mark on his pants. "Probably." He said, standing up and walking towards you. Pulling you closer to him, giving you a kiss on your forehead. "I'll handle them later. I hope they took our food to go. Could really use it after that."

For a moment you both stayed in his domain, finding comfort in the void and in each other's arms.

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arctickat2400 · 3 years

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Postpartum Insecurities <> Bucky Barnes

“She’s so beautiful,” You smiled down at your daughter in your arms. You laid in the bed in the med bay of the Avengers Compound, wrapped in Bucky’s arms as he sat behind you. He rubbed your arm softly as you both cooed over your newborn.

“Do you have a name yet?” Dr. Cho asked with a smile as she took your vitals. You looked up at Bucky in question. You had been talking about names probably since you found out you were pregnant. Though, you still didn’t know what was right. But, looking at your daughter now for the first time, both you and Bucky knew the perfect name.

“Sophie Rae... Sophie Rae Barnes.” You smiled up at Bucky, him returning the gesture. He kissed your forehead as you continued to adore your daughter.

* * *

“I’ll be right back.” You said to Bucky, gesturing to the front counter of the cafe, before standing from the booth.

“You want me to get you something, doll?” Bucky questioned. He was always so sweet like that, getting you anything you needed or wanted.

“It’s alright, babe. I got it.” Smiling, you kissed his cheek and walked back up to the counter. There was a new barista working the register today. Brooke must’ve had a day off.

“What can I get for you?” The woman, Caroline, offered.

“Can I get one of the chocolate chip brownies and a java chip frappe, please?” You asked with a smile.

“You sure about that?” She started, and you could hear a bit of judgment in her voice. “With that appetite, that extra weight isn’t going anywhere. Never gonna get that gorgeous model body back.” She states, and you could feel the tears build up. Before you got pregnant, you had the perfect body and you were a very well-known model. But, then, you had your daughter and your body never went back to the way it used to be. No matter how grateful you were for your daughter, nothing could change your insecurities.

“Um… well,” You hesitated. “Never mind, then.” And with that, you left back to your table. Bucky’s head snapped up, sensing you were close. It was kinda like a sixth sense for him. Which meant you couldn’t sneak up on him like you could with your other friends.

“Hey, baby. I thought you were gonna get something to eat.” Bucky wondered as you slid back into the booth across from him. You made eye contact with him and you could feel the sadness build up more and more.

“I, uh, changed my mind. But, um… could we actually go home?” You questioned. You saw Bucky’s expression change from adoration to concern.

“Yeah, sure.” He began as he followed your movements out of the booth. You started walking out of the cafe, and you could swear you saw the barista glare at you as you walked by. You sped out of the cafe and were almost 3 buildings down the street already when Bucky caught up to you, took your hand, and stopped you.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Bucky asked, more worry laced in his voice. A tear escaped your eye and you tried to turn away, but Bucky pulled you closer to him, his hand on your cheek. He turned your head to look at him and wiped the tears away.

"Y/N, talk to me. What’s going on?” Bucky questioned, his eyes glued to yours.

“That new girl at the counter... she told me that I was...” You sniffled as you said the word ‘fat’ under your breath. You didn’t want to say it, but that is what she was implying. You knew Bucky could hear you, his super serum allowing him to hear miles away probably.

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He just pulled you into his arms as you let a few more tears slip.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Let’s not make a big deal of this.” But, Bucky knew that, once she pulled away and looked up at him with that shocked look on her face, he had said the wrong thing.

“You don’t think this is a big deal?” You said, anger building up. You were speechless. Bucky opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t let him. You didn’t say anything else as you turned around and made your way back to your car. You got into the passenger’s seat, Bucky in the driver’s seat and you traveled back to the compound.

“Doll, I’m sorry. I just...”

“Don’t,” You said louder than intended. “Just don’t.” They didn’t speak for the rest of the drive to the compound.

Everyone knew you were insecure about your body. Ever since your pregnancy, you had to give up your modeling career and your body changed drastically.

You weren’t the skinny, beautiful girl Bucky had first fallen in love with. You didn’t think he’d want you anymore. But, he told you differently. He told you he had made a promise to always love you no matter what when he proposed to you. He promised that he’d always think you were as beautiful as he thought you to be when you first met. And you believed him, deep down.

But, other times, you would go through phases of depression and you would hate yourself. No one really understood, clearly. Everyone thought you were overreacting, as always. You hated your body now, there was extra weight everywhere. And no matter what Bucky told you, how beautiful you always were and always will be, you couldn’t help but hate yourself more.

You hated being mad at Bucky, but the person you loved more than anyone or anything, the one person you’d think would understand more than anyone thought it wasn’t a big deal. And, though he thinks whatever you’re going on about is complete nonsense, Bucky hates the distance between you two.

Later, in the afternoon, Steve decided to bring you and Bucky with him to meet a friend to pick up some stuff, weapons and such. As part of your job, you’re forced to talk to Bucky, as well as all the others. You’re not surprised Steve chose to bring Bucky, his best friend. Though it was quite obvious, Steve didn’t know you weren’t talking to each other, so he brought you too. You sat in the front seat of Steve’s Buggy, Bucky in the back, and Steve driving, of course. You pull up under a bridge behind a black car, belonging to Sharon Carter.

“I’ll be right back...” Steve says, getting out of the car, leaving you and Bucky alone. Everything is silent as you watch Steve converse with Sharon. You watch as she opens her trunk and you see several guns and Steve’s shield on the top of the pile.

Suddenly, “Can you move your seat up?” Bucky breaks the silence.

“No.” You answer without any emotion, just annoyance, keeping your eyes on the two blondes in front of you.

You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you, and you just barely feel the car move seconds later as he shifts over to the middle seat. You watch a smile form on Steve’s face as he leans into Sharon, and they share a passionate kiss. You didn’t know they were a thing. You were quite surprised, to be honest, considering Peggy’s funeral was just two days ago. But you thought it was sweet. Steve’s known Sharon for a while, it seems. You smile at the romance.

“Ya know, that could be us,” Bucky states and your smile falters, remembering your fight from just hours before. You stay silent. “I’m sorry, Y/N...”

But there was something in you that just wasn’t yet forgiving. You focus back on Steve and Sharon. She gets back in her car just as Steve made eye contact with you. You and Bucky smile at him as a light blush lit up Steve’s cheeks.

About 20 minutes later, you three make it back to the compound. You get out of the car and make your way inside. A smile lights up your face as you see your daughter running towards you, a huge smile on her face.

“Mommy!” She exclaims, running into your arms. You’ve only been gone about 2 hours, but she’s always excited when you get home.

“Hey, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Aunt Nat?” You asked her, kneeling down in front of her.

“Yeah! We colored and then she taught me how to load a gun.” Sophie answered. You chuckled nervously, not really knowing how to feel about that, considering she was 6 and wasn’t ready to be around guns.

“Oh, did she?” You met Nat’s eyes from across the room and she just shrugged with a smug smile. You looked back at your daughter.

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up. Go say hi to Daddy.” You say just as Bucky walked through the door with Steve.

She looked over at her dad and Uncle Steve, a bigger smile growing on her lips.

“Daddy!” She squealed as she ran to him. You stood up and walked away through the halls and to your room.

“Hey, baby girl! How was your morning?” Buck smiles as he holds Sophie in his arms, her perched on his hip.

“It was good. Did you know that you always keep your gun on the safety until you are ready to use it?” Sophie states with a giggly smile.

Bucky chuckles at his daughter. “Yes, I did know that. But, I didn’t think you were ready to know that yet.” He glared at Natasha from the corner of his eye.

“Daddy, can you teach me something?” Sophie asks him as he sets her on her feet and kneels down in front of her.

“Of course, doll.” He says. She was always into reading and spelling, you think she got that from you. She likes to learn with Bucky, the daddy’s girl side of her. You would always find them around the apartment, reading easy-to-read books or him teaching her to spell or write or doing whatever she wanted to do.

After changing into a pair of jean shorts and one of Bucky’s sweatshirts that went past your shorts, just as you were walking out of your bathroom, you ran into Bucky. You looked up at him as he looked down at you with a pleading, sincere look in his eyes. You wanted to forgive him, you just couldn’t yet. You walked past him into your bedroom as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. You grabbed your book and settled on the couch in your room by the window.

Bucky walked back out, shirtless and in gray sweatpants. You just had to look at your favorite outfit on him. You could never help yourself when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He did it all the time too, knowing you loved it. He did it whenever there was no one in your apartment except you, him, and Sophie. That was almost all day, every day, always a nice sight to see.

He walked out of the room and you went back to reading, trying to focus. It was hard to focus back on something as simple as reading after seeing Bucky shirtless.

A little while later, you heard a loud squeaky laugh from the kitchen. You close your book, standing from your spot on the couch, you make your way quietly to the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest, watching the sweet sight of your husband and daughter sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge. Sophie sat in Bucky’s lap as they played around with the spelling letter magnets on the fridge. You couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky just finished teaching Sophie how to spell the word ‘perfect’. He told her to sound it out, first asking her what sound a cat makes.

Just then, Bucky looks up at you, and as your eyes meet, your face fell as fast as your smile came when you saw Bucky and Sophie together. You turn around and make your way back to your room.

“Hey, Soph, how about you go and wash up for dinner?” Bucky tells her, helping her up from his lap. “Okay, daddy.” She smiles, giggling as she runs off. He could never hold back a smile whenever she called him daddy. It would never get old for him.

Bucky made his way to his room, longing for his wife that he hasn’t talked to since that morning. He walks in quietly, careful not to scare her like he does more than he would like. He always found it cute how jumpy she was.

He finds his wife sitting on their bed, back facing him. He knew what she was doing. She didn’t have her phone or a book in her hands. She just sat there thinking like he found her doing a lot. Bucky climbs up behind her, pulling her hair back and placing a soft kiss on her neck.

“Bucky…” She starts.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know how you are and how you feel about yourself and I just didn’t know what I was thinking.” Bucky interrupted her. He moved to sit beside her, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry about what that woman said. If I had known, I would’ve done something about it.”

“I just thought… I thought you understood.” You told him, your voice quiet as you looked down at your hands, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“Y/N, baby, I do understand. I really do. The only reason I don’t think it’s a big deal is that I always see you the same in my eyes.” Bucky paused as he lifted your chin to look into his eyes. “You will always be and I will always see you as beautiful as you were when I first met you, no matter what. And I will always love you, baby.” He finished as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. He rid away some of the stray tears, though more kept coming. But, instead of the sad tears, they were happy tears.

“Besides, all of this,” he slid his hand up my shirt and set his hand on my belly. “It came from the birth of our baby girl. So, there’s no reason to feel insecure about it, baby. It’s a good thing.” He told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your belly.

“I love you so much, Buck.” You said as he came back up. You leaned in, your hand on the back of his neck. Your lips met in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Forever, Y/N. I love you.” He said, your foreheads pressed against each other.

Just then, you heard pots and pans banging against each other from the kitchen.

“I think our daughter is getting hungry.” You giggled, bringing a smile to Bucky’s lips. He couldn’t get enough of your smile or your laugh or your anything.

You stood up, ready to make whatever your daughter wanted.

“Y/N, can I just say one thing?” Bucky asked just before you turned the corner to your bedroom door. You turned towards him with a questionable expression.

“That cute ass of yours is not helping the way I feel right now. Especially since I haven’t touched you much today.” He states as he stood up and walked to you. His hands ran up your - his - sweatshirt and planted themselves on your bare waist. He felt you tense in his grasp. You still felt a little sensitive and insecure when he touched the places that held that extra bit of weight.

“Don’t worry, baby. Don’t feel insecure.” He whispered into your ear. “You’re so beautiful. Every inch, every bit of you, I can’t get enough.” Bucky finished. You looked up at him, a somewhat seductive smile on your lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You felt his hand travel further down towards your ass and into your back pocket.

You leaned back a bit. “Dinner first, my love. Then, maybe we can do some of that later.” You told your husband. You loved watching him the way he was. You loved that he longed for you. You slid your hand into his and led him out to the kitchen where you find your daughter starting to put ingredients together for dinner. You knew she was going to take after Bucky in the cooking department. You and Bucky watched her, a smile on both your faces. You leaned into Bucky, one hand on his chest along with your head and his arm around your waist. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your head.

Note: My apologies if I've missed changing any of the name "Katie" to "Y/N". I write my stories as myself and then change my name to Y/N once I put it on Tumblr. Please don't discriminate my writing if I did miss something here or on any of my future/ other stories. I don't mean to. Thanks for reading and I hope y'all like my stories!

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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significant upgrade

i wrote the rest of this on the plane don't come for me if there is a MISTAKE !! (however do politely shoot me a message so i can correct my typo lmao)

wordcount: 3.4k

warnings: nada except brooklyn is a BITCH, ok so maybe cursing is a warning

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James: SOS

Sophie

Doll

Sophie: what do you want

James: Come bar

To the bar

Sorry not sober

Sophie: I’m grading, buddy

James: No no no

DEFCON 5

Urgent

After their short back and forth, and James’ little typing bubble popped up multiple times before going away, Sophie pushed aside her work and called him. She checked Find My Friends first, feeling better about the situation once she saw Rafe’s dot at the bar with the boys. “James? Something wrong?”

“Yes. Sophie, listen, look. You gotta get here.” James told her with a little slur to his words, but what was more telling was the sheer volume on the phone call as he yelled. He was always a loud person naturally, but she swore he got ten times louder when he had an ounce of alcohol.

“I already told Rafe I couldn’t, I have to catch up on grading stuff if I want to go out tomorrow. Is something really wrong?” She questioned, but considered going anyway. She’d already graded over half the work and it was proving easier to mindlessly go through than she thought, and she could knock it out tomorrow morning if she really needed to.

“It’s like, urgent, Soph. Look, come here, wear your sluttiest top - that’s not an insult, by the way, it’s a compliment or whatever - like, empowering or some shit - shut up, Colin -”

“James -”

“I’m serious, she is not backing down -”

That caught her attention and she stood, glancing over her appearance in the mirror. “Who?”

“Just c’mere. I’ll have a drink ready for you. Are you still on that Fireball peach schnapps kick? Like a fuckin’ psycho?”

She laughed. “You drink vodka redbulls, James, shut the fuck up. I’ll be there in...uh...ten.”

“Deal. Sluttiest top!” He added before hanging up.

She rolled her eyes, looked herself over in the mirror, and shrugged. She wore an old pair of Nike shorts and a t-shirt of Rafe’s with his name on the back, an old intramural shirt. If it wasn’t senior year, and if she wasn’t locked down already, she’d probably give more of a fuck, but she just wanted to take the opportunity to hang out with her friends while she could. After swiping on a quick coat of cherry lip balm and brushing her hair, she shoved her feet into sandals and made her way to the bar.

When she arrived, she went straight to their usual corner booth and slid in next to Colin, who greeted her with a grin and a drink, as promised. James threw his arm around her shoulders and messed with her hair immediately, making her squawk in protest. “Flint, kiddo, that is not nearly as slutty as I expected.”

“The Cameron on the back adds some possession though, don’t you think?” Colin pointed out, slapping James’ hand away from her.

Sophie scowled, combing her fingers through her hair. “What am I here for?”

“Oh! Right.” James stood on his toes and scanned the bar, locating Rafe in the far corner. Rafe wore a forced smile and was leaning against the wall with a couple of the other interns from Jeni’s over the summer - including Brooklyn, who was twirling her hair and stood right next to Rafe.

Sophie stood on her tiptoes, hand on James’ shoulder for balance as she followed his gaze. “I don’t see him, what am I looking at - oh, shit.”

“Yeah, see why I told you to go for the slutty top?” James reached for her shirt, tugging at the hem until she shoved his hand away.

“No, she would have just implied I was a prostitute or something.” She shook her head and turned back to the table, then took a long sip of her drink, draining nearly half of it in one go. “I don’t want to seem, like, overbearing - I mean, she’s with the whole group.”

Colin raised his eyebrows, skeptical. “She’s touched his arm multiple times and made him link arms when they did shots earlier. Had everyone else partner up too as an excuse.”

“Exactly.” James nodded, emphatic. “I already tried to rescue him, but Colin says m’ too drunk.” He hiccuped to punctuate his statement, then pushed a plastic shot glass toward her. “Here. Got you tequila.”

She wrinkled her nose, eyeing it with a frown. “I hate tequila.”

“See! I told you!” Colin exclaimed, snatching the shot glass away and knocking it back. “If you need backup, just wave or look over or something. I’ll deck her if I need to.”

She grinned, drinking the rest of what James got her. “Thank you, both of you. I appreciate it.”

“Hey. Whoever Rafe’s dating, we’re dating too.” James proclaimed, patting her head affectionately. “Just without the fun parts.”

“Lovely.” She replied, glancing over toward Rafe again. Brooklyn was now leaning just a little closer and Sophie could practically feel the tension radiating from his body, even from all the way across the room. She frowned when the other interns seemed to agree on something, dispersing, but Brooklyn stayed.

Sophie stood there and watched for a few more moments, seemingly frozen, until Colin nudged her shoulder. “Go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She dismissed, taking another breath before striding across the room. Of course, someone turned at the exact moment she rounded the bar, spilling their drink down her light pink shorts, soaking the entire left leg. She didn’t even let the guy apologize before she shrugged him off with a grimace and made her way toward Rafe.

He noticed her immediately out of the crowd, grinning and straightening up once he saw her. “Soph!”

She smiled at her eager boyfriend and how he always lit up upon seeing her, without fail. “Hi, baby.” She greeted, slipping her arm around his waist as he rested hers comfortably around her shoulders. She never - ever - used pet names in public, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Thought you weren’t coming out tonight?” He asked, glancing over her outfit and frowned when he realized half her shorts were wet. “What happened?”

“Grading went quicker than I expected.” She dismissed, her eyes flitting over his expression. He looked confused and she could tell from the way his eyes were glassy that he was drunk and nearly on the verge of falling asleep. “Can I try your drink?”

“Rafe, are you going to introduce me?” Brooklyn feigned a smile, fingers tightening around her own drink.

He furrowed his brow even more, looking between the two of them. “I thought you guys met. At the charity gala thing, remember? Sophie had that really pretty dress?”

“Yeah. We’ve met.” Sophie replied coolly, taking Rafe’s whiskey sour from him and took a sip. She hated them, with all her heart, but wouldn’t dare make a face in front of Brooklyn.

“Oh! Sorry, I just didn’t recognize you, you must have been wearing a ton of makeup or something at the gala.”

“She still looked like herself.” Rafe supplied, confused. He traced his thumb over Sophie’s cheekbone, staring at her in concentration before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Sophie swore she saw Brooklyn’s jaw tick as she watched the two of them, as she watched what she used to have.

“Okay, okay. Rafe, did you tell her about all the fun things we did this summer? Sophie, you were away or something, right?” Brooklyn asked, hyper-conscious of how Rafe leaned into Sophie more and how he pressed a sleepy kiss to her temple.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the p. “Nothin’ to share. The internship was kinda boring. She was in Barcelona.”

“Oh, right. Long distance wasn’t too hard on you then?” Brooklyn probed with a sympathetic smile. She reached toward Rafe to touch his arm reassuringly, then seemed to remember at the last second that Sophie was right there, and jerked her hand back like she’d been burned.

“Nah. Why?” Rafe asked, cocking his head to the side, some of his hair flopping into his eyes.

Brooklyn grinned. “I just didn’t think you’d still be together, is all.”

“That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure you follow me on Instagram. So you’d know.” Sophie shot back with an equally fake grin, determined to come out on top in the petty exchange.

She wished Rafe was more sober so he could make an excuse for them to leave or shut the whole conversation down, but when he was drunk he didn’t pick up on any tone inflections. (She’d accidentally made him upset more times than she could count with a poorly worded sarcastic insult, and immediately felt guilty as his drunken gaze gave way to his signature pout.) To an outsider, their conversation seemed as civil as possible, like three friends catching up, until you got close enough to see the bared teeth and the tense jaws.

“No...I don’t think I’d waste a follow on you.” Brooklyn retorted, glancing down to the Cartier ring on her hand. “Sophie, usually when people wear designer, they have to have the clothes to match the rest of the outfit. Not whatever…” she looked her up and down, scrutinizing her clothing choice. “...Whatever is going on here.”

“Hey.” Rafe interjected, finally noticing the hostile undertones in the conversation. “Be nice, she’s hot in whatever she’s in.”

Sophie had to resist rolling her eyes at his completely unhelpful comment. “It’s okay, Brooklyn, I actually have style, so I don’t have to rely on wearing tacky designer clothes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my boyfriend and I are going to go hang out with our friends.” She glanced over toward the boys for backup and tilted her head toward the door, and James and Colin started making their way over. Alright. So she’d handled that well, she thought, matched her energy without getting too emotional or heated -

Brooklyn wrinkled her nose at Sophie’s comment. “Careful. He gets emotional when he’s drunk.”

“He doesn’t, actually, he was probably just being manipulated by you.” Sophie shot back with a sharp tone, protectively curling her arm tighter around Rafe’s waist. He just watched the back and forth with a furrowed brow, not sober enough to keep up.

James and Colin arrived just as Brooklyn sneered at Sophie, shaking her head. “Whatever. He’ll end up drinking away his problems in private like his dad anyways.”

As Sophie’s nose flared and as she took a quick step toward Brooklyn, getting right up in her space, Colin immediately grabbed Rafe’s arm and pulled him away. “C’mon, Rafe, let’s wait for her outside.”

Rafe let himself be tugged along, but frowned as he glanced back at the girls. “She’s gonna be okay?”

“Yes. She’ll be fine.” Colin replied confidently, dragging Rafe and James out of the bar.

Sophie stood tall, eye-to-eye with Brooklyn. “Don’t say that shit about Rafe. You don’t know him like that -”

“I do, actually. I know a lot more about him than you probably realize. Has he taken you to the Bahamas yet?” Brooklyn didn’t back down at all, smirking when she saw Sophie’s expression falter for a split second. “Still no? He’s probably embarrassed.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sophie snapped, unable to come up with a better response. “Give it up, you’re not with him anymore.”

“Yeah, but I know he’s not going to keep up this little facade once we graduate college. He needs someone that can keep up with his family, that’ll do more than just hang on his arm at all the charity events.” Brooklyn smiled, taking a step back. “I’ll be there for him when you can’t hold your ground.”

“You’re delusional.” Sophie shook her head, so furious she couldn’t snap back with a sharp comeback. When Brooklyn just shrugged and lifted her drink to her lips, Sophie tipped up the bottom of it, making it splash all over Brooklyn. “Have a good night.”

“Fucking -”

Brooklyn exclaimed, but Sophie just turned on her heel and flipped her off over her shoulder as she strode out. She was fuming, practically shaking, but didn’t dare break down in front of anyone in the bar.

Colin regarded her carefully, making sure she was okay. “You good? Need me to go back in and finish the job?”

Rafe, leaning on James, seemed to finally realize she’d come out. “Baby! You’re back!”

She bit the inside of her cheek, taking a deep breath. “No, I’m okay. Thanks Colin. Need help walking these two home?”

He grinned, gesturing at the way the two boys were slumped against the wall of the bar. “Might need a little help, yeah.”

She nodded and slipped her arm around Rafe’s waist, unsurprised when he leaned into her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Alright. C’mon, Cameron, your bed awaits.”

James sighed, striding along with them. “I want a girlfriend to bring me home.”

“Too bad, you’re stuck with me for now.” Colin quipped, grabbing James’ arm when he tripped on the uneven sidewalk.

“Was she being mean?” Rafe asked with concern, reaching for her hand. “I wasn’t listening.”

“Yeah. Your ex is a bitch.” She replied bluntly, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Am I gonna have to drag you home?”

“No ma’am. I’m good. All good.” He replied quickly, though unconvincingly as he slurred his words. “There’s a chance that I might be a tiny bit drunk.”

“A tiny bit?” Colin snorted, waving his hand in front of Rafe’s face. “You and James did multiple Jagerbombs. That always does you in.” He glanced over Sophie again, concerned. “Soph. You okay?”

“Huh?” She did her best to help Rafe along and guide his 6’3” frame so he wouldn’t trip over the sidewalk or walk the wrong direction, but was running through a script in her head of all the things she wished she had said - or done - to Brooklyn.

Colin frowned. “You’re doing that thing, Rafe says you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re mad. You want me to go back in? I’ll talk to her, I swear -”

“S’true. She does.” Rafe confirmed, then finally seemed to pick up on the anger radiating from her. “Did I do something?”

“No, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She reassured him quickly, then gave Colin a small smile. “It’s okay. Thank you. I just - she just -”

“Yeah. I know.” Colin nodded. “Fuck her.”

“Exactly. Fuck her.” She repeated, a little louder and a little more confident.

James whipped his head back and started walking backward for about two steps until Colin forced him to keep his eyes ahead. “Who are we fucking?”

“We’re not - James, pay attention.” Sophie sighed, urging him along.

Rafe leaned over to press a kiss to the crown of her head, then whispered - in the loudest stage-whisper possible - “I think I’m a little too drunk for fucking.”

“Rafe.”

“Yes.”

“Please shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded dutifully, hooking his arm in with hers. They made it to the boys’ house a couple minutes later and Colin shoved James onto the couch, tugged off his shoes and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge.

“Alright. He’ll be fine here, Sophie, do you need help with the stairs?” He asked, noticing the way Rafe slumped onto her.

“Um...no. I think we got it.” She took a deep breath, her mind still racing from what Brooklyn said at the bar. “Thanks, Colin.”

“Night, you two.” He paused on the stairs, glancing back at James and then at Sophie for a moment before heading upstairs.

Sophie nodded, more to herself than anything else. “Alright. Rafe, baby, work with me on the stairs and then we can go to bed?”

“I got it, I got it. M’not that drunk.” He protested, but tripped up the first step anyways, knocking his knee against the stairs as he fell hard with a thud. “Ow!”

Without even asking, Colin was jogging back down the stairs all the way from his room in the attic, hauling Rafe up before Sophie could blink. He dragged Rafe up and into his room, ignoring his protests, and pushed him onto the bed. “Soph, you can go get ready for bed, or whatever. I’ll babysit.”

“I think I got it, Colin -” She started halfheartedly, only to be cut off by Colin just pointing at the door. She nodded gratefully and hurried into the bathroom, quickly wiping off her makeup and brushing her teeth. When she returned, she paused just outside the door to hear Colin talking to Rafe.

“Give her a break, okay? She just had to deal with your insane ex -”

“She didn’t have to -”

“She did, because you’re a fucking pushover sometimes.” Colin interjected, exasperated. “Your breath reeks, get your ass up and go brush your teeth.”

“You’re mean.” Rafe grumbled back, but got up and ambled out to the bathroom, giving Sophie a dopey grin as he passed. Colin followed him out but stopped in the doorway, acknowledging her with a nod.

Sophie looked like she was about to cry, overwhelmed by how nice he was being and the fact that someone even noticed that she was struggling a little with dealing with Brooklyn. Without a warning, she stepped forward and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you.”

He stiffened in her arms, then awkwardly patted her back after he was released from the hug. “It’s no big deal. Anything for a friend. Especially a friend that’ll stand up to that bitch.” He cracked a grin, nudging his shoulder against hers.

She laughed, rubbing her eyes quickly. “I didn’t realize you felt that strongly about her.”

“Yes. She’s awful.” Colin nodded. “You are a significant upgrade.”

“What are we upgrading?” Rafe asked as he returned from the bathroom just wearing his boxers slung low on his hips, with damp hair - even though they hadn’t heard the shower running - and his breath smelling of mint.

“Nothing, bud. Good night, you two.” Colin gave them a nod of dismissal and strode back upstairs, leaving the two once he was confident Rafe could stand on his own again.

Rafe reached out, noticing her slightly teary eyes, and affectionately stroked his hand over the top of her head. “You good, angel?”

“Just tired.” She yawned to make a show of it. “Where’d your clothes go?”

“Oh. Uh…” He glanced back to the bathroom. “I was gonna shower, but that was too much work, so I just got my hair wet.”

“...Right. Okay, bud, you need sleep.” Sophie ushered him into his room and onto the bed, then changed quickly into a spare pair of pajamas she’d left behind. When she returned to the bed and slipped under the covers next to him, he rolled over to face her, concern written all over his face.

“You’re upset.”

“Not at you.”

“But you’re still upset. Talk to me?” He stroked his thumb over her cheekbone tenderly, unsure what was going on - and honestly, the room would spin a little if he shut his eyes - but he was still conscious enough to pick up on Sophie’s feelings.

She nodded, rolling onto her back so she didn’t have to make eye contact. “It’s just - it makes me so fucking mad that you dated her. Not because of anything you did, but I just know you deserve so much better. And then she just still thinks she has any influence on you, she’s so damn condescending - ugh.” She rolled back over, frowning. “If we ever broke up I don’t think I’d ever be able to see you again.”

“You wouldn’t see me anymore?” He frowned, trying to keep up.

“No. It would hurt too much. That’s how I know she damn well didn’t love you like she should have.” She insisted, eyes bright again as she ranted. “She fucked up by letting you go, you’re a fucking catch, Rafe. I’m sorry she didn’t realize your worth.”

He blushed and pulled her close, nudging his nose against hers before kissing her. “You wanna repeat that again tomorrow when I’m sober? So I make sure I remember?” He had a joking tone, but seemed a little unsure too.

“Absolutely. I’ll tell you that every damn day if I need to.” She kissed him back, heatedly, as if to emphasize her point. “I love you. You’re mine and I love you.”

“M’ yours.” He confirmed with a sleepy nod, not nearly reciprocating the kiss as hard as hers. “My favorite girl.”

She pulled away, peppering kisses over his nose and cheeks before resting her head on his chest. “Good night, baby. Don’t you dare throw up in bed.”

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. “I won’t. Sweet dreams, Soph.”

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Life Before You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count:3,978

Warnings:fluff, pinch of angst.

Author’s Note: My fourth request sent in by the lovely @thegreatfatnerd, thank you for sending this in, loved writing this for you, and i hope you’ll enjoy what i put together for your request! There is one more request sitting in my inbox, ALMOST THERE!

Okay, so if you don't want to write this, that fine and i'm sorry i have wasted your time.  The reader has some form of abandonment issues and thinks Bucky will leave her or something and he comforts her and there is a kinda fluffy-ness.  Or the reader always says thank you and sorry for everything even things that aren't her fault and it's because she had a rough past or dodgy ex or cause she thinks she's a burden X Basically I crave fluff X Thanks in advance x Lots of love Xxxxx XXX X

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Before Bucky, you had only ever loved two men before him, both different from the other. Meeting Bucky had been a blend of both, a blend of the things you had loved about the men before him, and not a single trace of the things you had come to hate. Falling in love with him was like entering a house and finally realizing you were home. Having him in your life makes you feel like you can conquer anything, like anything for you is possible when he’s around. For so long you had had your defenses up, not even realizing what you were doing, but Bucky had been there to remind you, to bring you back down, to bring you back to him.

You had always been an affectionate person, there was something about bringing a person happiness, and them giving it back to you, that had you reeling in the best way. The men before him didn’t quite see it like that, and they made you question if you were coming on to strong, if you were too clingy, if you were doing too much, and to them you usually were.

Stephen groaned low in his throat at the feel of your arms encircling his waist, your body trying to mold itself into his side, he tsked pushing your hands away, “could you not y/n,” he grunted sliding away from you, “I get it you want to be around me but I'm watching the game babe, I don’t need you hovering around me, it's annoying, why don’t you go to the room and watch one of your chick flicks,”

“but ba-” you tried voice low, broken, you hadn’t seen Stephen all day.

Stephen turned to you a rage in his eyes, “seriously y/n, you’re too fucking clingy, I need my space, this,” he gestured around him, “is me time, now please, go to the room go do whatever you usually do, I'll join you later I want to watch the game.”

Your lips parted to argue, but the volume of the T.V. growing louder was your que to go

With Bucky things were different, and it was hard for you to accept that not everyone was going to be like Stephen, that not everyone thought you were a burden. Bucky, like you, loved touch, and it wasn’t necessarily in a sexual way, it was his face, his hands, his long chocolate brown locks, he craved it. Craved to have your fingers running down his face, your fingers intertwining with his, to feel the soft tug of your hands on his hair after a long day.

You still remember the first time you were introduced to him, you had known him before, but you had since lost touch. Maybe it had been the fact that you had been with Stephen too long, but you couldn’t remember a time in the past two years that a man actually enjoyed your company.

Sam had been begging you to go out with him, insisting that he missed his best friend, and the two of you needed to catch up over drinks.

“y/n, you need to get out, you’re finally free of that asshole, let me take you out for celebratory drinks, you deserve to have some fun, to unwind, I miss you, it's been too long, come on one drink at least!” he had pleaded over the line.

It was hard to say no to Sam, and it had been sometime since you had seen him, as much as Stephen had fought with you on how clingy you had been, it had also been Stephen who had kept you from seeing much of your friends. So you agreed, promised to meet him at your favorite bar and grill.

You had been the last to arrive, Sam had arrived before you to grab a table, and he had brought two of his closest friends, something he had mentioned before ending the call.

“Y/n,” he had greeted as you approached the table, he was immediately on his feet pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“it's good to see you too Wilson,” you laughed patting his back.

“oh no, none of that,” he voices noticing your weary way, Stephen really had messed you up, “you give me a hug, he’s not here to tell you anything anymore, you be as affectionate as you want sugar,”

Your laughing, though tears are threatening to spill out as you wrap your arms around him this time, fingers curling into the back of his shirt, “is that better?” you questioned into the sleeves of his shirt hoping to mask your cracking voice.

“I missed you more than you know, I’m so glad you finally left his ass” he’s murmurs pulling away from you his arms squeezing your shoulders as he looks at you, “you really are a sight for sore eyes, its like you’re glowing” you offer him a warm smile and a pinch to his side.

“you going to introduce us to your friend Wilson or are you going to keep her to yourself all night?”

Sam is turning his head a tsk falling from his lips, you follow his eyes, “y/n this is-”

“Steve and Bucky,” you smile offering both men a small wave from where your still in Sam’s embrace.

Sams turning back to face you confusion on his face, “you know these two?”

“Yeah actually,” you answer turning back to Sam, “they were friends of one of Stephens friends, I met them a couple of times when Stephen would have his get togethers.”

“Thought you looked familiar, you still with that guy?” comes Bucky’s voice.

“No, and that’s why she’s here,” Sam answers for you. Sams then pushing you into the seat across from him right next to Bucky.

“That man was a real grade A douche” Sam grunted, “asshole didn’t know how to treat his woman.”

“Sam.” you warned as you picked up the menu, “it’s not important anymore, he’s not important anymore.”

“Sam has a point though,” Bucky spoke up, you turned your head brow raised waiting for him to continue, “he really didn’t know how to treat a woman so in love with him, it might have only been a couple of time that we saw you, but he wasn’t the kindest to you, and I'm sure Steve can agree that it took a lot for us not to speak up,”

“I don’t know pal, that last time we hung out with them you really had a lot to say to him about how he should be treating his girl.” Steve spoke up eyes looking over his menu at Bucky. You want to question it, want to ask him about what he had to say, but Sam is speaking up, “enough about that douche, I called you all out here because we need to have a good time, let's get food and drinks rolling!”

What Sam had promised would only be one drink quickly turned to three, and while you could hold your liquor better than Sam and apparently Steve, it was quickly hitting you, to say the least you were thoroughly buzzed, and buzzed you was extra affectionate. You were watching in delight as Sam and Steve argued across the table, and honestly you weren’t even sure what it was they were on about.

“would you be surprised if I told you, they’re always like this?” you turn your head finding Bucky’s close to yours. When had you moved closer to him?

“are they usually like this?” you questioned heart thrumming in your chest, you’d blame the feeling on the alcohol.

“all the time.” he grinned. His expression changes then his arm finding its way over the booth, “how have you been, I feel the last time I saw you; you weren’t as happy as you look now.”

You relaxed further into the booth, “you can blame that on the alcohol,” you laughed, “but in all seriousness, I'd say I'm definitely happier now that I don’t have Stephen to be giving me shit 24/7 it's like I can finally breathe.”

“you know that’s the one thing I never understood about Stephen and I think that’s why I gave him shit the last time I saw him,” he sighed his eyes drifting to the two men in front of you still arguing before they were back on yours, “I couldn’t understand how he had someone like you, who just wanted to be around him, to love him, and for him to push you away, call you clingy, like hell any man would kill for that,”

Your head falls slightly as you remember all the time Stephen had called you out on being too much, a scoff leaves your lips, “apparently not Stephen.”

His hand falls to your shoulder then, a shiver rolls through you, goosebumps arising in your arm, “Stephen wasn’t only a douchebag doll, he was dumb as hell, if I had you the way he had you, hell I'd be the luckiest man alive if you ask me,”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, breath catching in your throat, it takes you a second before you can find your words, “you’d get annoyed,” comes your small voice, “Stephen wasn’t the first to get annoyed by my “clinginess, there was another before him.”

Bucky's shaking his head slightly, his long locks framing his face, your fingers itched to reach out and tuck them behind his ear, “well then it’s a damn shame they were so blind to what they had right in front of them.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, “another man's trash is another man's treasure.”

Bucky is grinning then his body slightly leaning in towards yours, and whether he catches the hitch in your throat he doesn’t bring it to light, “trash you definitely aren’t a treasure though, a treasure you definitely are.”

Soft laughter falls from your lips, you lean into him in attempt to nudge him, but he ends up bringing you in closer the warmth of his body pressed into your side, “anyone ever tell you you’re a charmer Barnes?”

“Only one that ever mattered,” he replied.

You raise your brow, “oh?” you questioned waiting for him to elaborate.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he leans in close again, this time lips by your ear, “you.”

A pink hue covers your cheeks laughter spilling from your lips, “oh my goodness, you really are a charmer aren’t you.”

“only for the right girl.” he grinned throwing in a wink.

Your cheeks are growing warmer, butterflies fluttering in the depths of your stomach, “spare me, please, it's been awhile,” you laugh.

“Well look at you two,” comes Sams slurred voice, you and Bucky look away from each other to the other side of the booth where Steve and Sam lean against the table drunken grins on their lips.

“You look awfully comfy there Barnes,” Steve waggles his eyebrows and your stifling a laugh.

“Can you blame me Wilson, I had good food, great drinks, and now I got a beautiful dame in my arms, I’d say I’m more than comfortable.” He replies fingers squeezing your side from where his arm had found its way down your side.

Sams turning to you then, “don’t fall for him too hard, his charm is top notch.”

Your cheeks are flaming, “Sam,” you whine, “I’m not falling for anyone,”

“Not yet anyway.” Bucky replies, breath ghosting over your ear.

Falling in love with him had been the easy part; admitting to yourself that it happened was hard. Bucky really was a charmer, and it hadn’t been hard to fall for him. Since that first night Sam had insisted on spending time with you every chance he had “you need to get back out there y/n, Stephen already moved on, you need to get yourself back out there too work that charm.”

Little had he known you had already fallen for someone’s charm. Who could blame you though, Bucky was giving you everything you wish Stephen would have given you in those two years you had ultimately wasted with him. You knew you were falling hard and fast for the Bucky Barnes charm Sam had warned you about, but you were also fighting it. The emotional turmoil Stephen had left you with had ultimately left you weary of any of Bucky’s advances. You always told yourself he was just being a good friend, a friend that you hadn’t had in two years. But as much as you fought those advances, he was there to push right back, each week he was upping his advances and he was trying his hardest for you to see him. He wasn’t the only one trying to get you to see him, Sam was there as well and he had been just as persistent;

“y/n baby, that man is crazy about you, what has you so worried, why are you keeping yourself from something that could bring you happiness, this isn't about Stephen is it?”

While you could lie to yourself and your friends that it wasn’t because of him, you knew deep down that it was because of Stephen.

“y/n Bucky is persistent, but he isn’t going to pursue you forever babe, I know you see that man, and I assure you there’s girls waiting to scoop him up.”

You had shrugged off Sam’s warnings, because you let yourself believe that he was just being a friend. It wasn’t till that night, that you realized that your effective defenses had blinded you to the real feelings that had laid there. Sam had been right, he wasn’t going to pursue you forever or so you had thought.

Sam had dragged you, quite literally for a weekend out on the beach, per usual he had also invited Bucky and Steve. You were looking forward to the weekend away, and deep down you were looking forward to spending some time with Bucky, it had been a few days since you had heard from him, and even it was strange to you to not hear from him for so long.

Sam's words had come rearing there ugly head when Steve and Bucky had arrived hours later extra quests in tow. It shouldn’t have shocked you, Sam had told you that he wouldn’t pursue you forever, so you should have been expecting this to happen sooner rather than later, he had been at it for months with you, he had likely grown tired of this game of cat and mouse. You still couldn’t help the feeling that had coursed through you to see him with the red head, Natasha Romanoff. Everything that he had once done with you, he was now doing with her, or at least that’s what you let yourself see.

You were too caught up in your head, too caught up in yourself and you just needed to get away from the group. You had leaned in a little closer to Sam to let him know that you were going to go down to the beach, he had nodded his head, told you to be careful, but he had also gave your hand a squeeze an, “I’m sorry,” falling from his lips before he let you go. You had shook your head slightly your hair falling around your face, “it’s okay Sam, I’m a big girl, you forget I’ve been through worse, I just need to get some air, I’ll be right back.”

He was hesitant to let you go, but he knew you needed to just get away, to take a minute for yourself while you took reign of the feelings coursing through you. The walk down was calming, the feelings raging through you forgotten the moment your feet touched the cooling sand. There was something so peaceful so breath taking about a sunset on the beach. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the ocean as you drew closer to the water, arms wrapped around yourself as you breathed in the misty ocean air.

All was silent around you except for the crashing of the ocean water against the sandy shores.

“Sam told me I might find you down here.”

Your breath caught in your throat, body tensing momentarily at the sound of his voice, you turned your head to look at him over you shoulder offering him a small smile before your eyes were going back to the sea.

You were breathing in a breath of air when he appeared at your side, his arm just barely touching yours. You turned to look at him his eyes already on yours. You wouldn’t make this weird, you wouldn’t make this weird, “it’s beautiful isn’t it,” you questioned eyes looking back out to the view before you.

“It is, but there’s something else I’d rather be looking at that’s had my eye for awhile now.”

“Bucky,” it’s a plea and a warning all at once, you don’t want to play this game anymore.

He’s chuckling low the sound sending a shiver running through you, “awe c’mon doll, I thought it was charming.”

Your arms wrap around yourself tighter, your fighting back those feelings coursing through you, “it was but-”

“But?” He questions drawing out the word.

Your head is turning to him, eyes meeting his, he wasn’t being serious right now was he?

“Bucky your charming yes, but your charming the wrong girl.”

“I think that’s where your wrong sweetheart,”

“Wrong?” You questioned brows furrowed, “Bucky,” a sigh, “why are you down here shouldn’t you be with Natasha?”

A look of confusion is washing over his features, but it’s only there for a second before it’s disappearing amusement replacing it, “sweetheart do you think that Natasha and I,”

You look away then, the feelings rearing their ugly head, “oh sweetheart,” he coos moving towards you, and he’s trying to get a hold of your hand to get you to look at him, to pull you close, but your already to far gone in your head. “Y/n, doll, look at me,” he tries and he’s not getting far in his advances as you try to move away. You’re embarrassed, hurt, and your emotions are one word away from letting the tears slip from your eyes. He moves in front of you when his efforts to get you to hear him fail. Strong hands reach out to your face gently, “y/n, whatever it is your thinking about me and Natasha I promise it’s not what you think, doll me and her aren’t a thing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you murmur, “I’m fine, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself.” You try to pull away, but he holds you a little tighter not letting you get away.

“It matters y/n, doll your feelings matter, and you might think I might not need to explain myself but if you’re having doubts about my feelings for you because you misconstrued my closeness to Natasha for something more, then sweetheart I’m going to explain to you because the only person I have feelings for is you.” Your words catch in your throat, and it still surprises you though you already knew.

“Bucky you don’t-”

“Sweetheart you need to stop fighting me so hard,” he sighs thumb running over your cheeks, “I think the only person fighting their feelings is you, y/n I’m absolutely smitten with you, I think I have been since the first time I met you through Stephen, meeting you again at the bar with Sam and Steve just seemed like fate to me and I just had to hold on.”

“But why?”

Another sigh is leaving his lips, “y/n when I saw the love you had for Stephen I thought man, this guy really has it all, he has a girl that is all about him, all for him, there’s no better feeling than that. Then I saw how he treated you, how he tore you down, tore who you were down, and I thought what an ass, how could he not see what he had in front of him, how could he not see how lucky he was, did he not realize how many men would kill to have something like he did, and it seems he never realized it because he let you go, he let the one girl that would probably give him the world go, and to me you just don’t do that, when you have someone as special and loving as you, you hold onto them, and you never let go.”

“But Stephen was right Bucky, I’ve always been a little overly affectionate, and a little too clingy, that’s just who I am, who I was,” your voice dropped at the last part.

“Stephen was anything but right doll, he blew your flame out, he diminished your light so what if your overly affectionate, or you love a little harder than some, there’s going to be someone out there who’s going to appreciate and love that about you,”

“But Bucky you didn’t even know me that well before Stephen, you only caught the small glimpses when he allowed me to be around, how could, how can you-”

“Y/n you were beautiful inside and out, and you might not have know this about me but I get smitten pretty quick. Sure I might have only caught glimpses of you at the get togethers but when I saw you again at the bar, and the other times we hung out these last months I caught sight of the girl Stephen put down one too many times, I wanted to bring that light back to you, I wanted to show you that while one man might not be grateful for what he has right in front of him another man will treasure it.”

A soft laugh falls from your lips, “another mans trash is another mans treasure,” Bucky laughs with you his head falling to yours, “I believe I’ve told you this before trash you definitely aren’t, but a treasure, a treasure you definitely are.” The first tear falls, one that Bucky is quick to wipe away, “you’ve been pushing me away, putting up those walls but y/n I’m not going anywhere, it’s time you’ve been shown the love you deserve and I want to be the one to show it to you.” Your leaning into his touch, your walls are cracking, “what if I get too clingy what if-”

He’s shushing you, “I’m not going anywhere, you deserve to love and be loved in return y/n, and I’ve been trying to show you, I just need you to let me in,” Your unwrapping your arms from where they’re wrapped around you, shaky fingers reaching out to rest on his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your fingers.

“If I get to be too much, you need to tell me,” you murmur eyes meeting his. He’s grinning as he leans in closer arms falling from your face to wrap around your waist, “if anything it’s not going to be enough.” He whispers and a shiver rolls through you from his touch alone. A touch you would grow to love.

“I can hear your thoughts,” Bucky murmured sleepily his face pressing into your chest.

A low chuckle fell from your lips, “sorry was just thinking,” you murmured fingers running through his hair, a pleased groan falling from his lips.

“What were you thinking about?” He questioned his lips pressing to the tops of your breast.

“Just thinking about how I finally got the love I deserved,”

Bucky’s arms are tightening around you as he lifts his head from the comfort of your chest. He grins sleepily up at you as he inches himself up slightly to be eye level with you. “And there’s no person more deserving than you.” He murmured lips pressing softly to yours.

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First Love | 02

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

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You’re conflicted. One second you’re leaving your room, and the next you’re turning around and pulling out your key to enter your room. An endless cycle of what to do. Eventually, when Ari opens the door before your key could turn, she yells, “Go!” Like a soldier, you spin around on your heels and make your way down the hall.

The closer you get to the dining hall, the more your heart races. You’re about to meet with your crush of three years, and he is about to help you find someone else to have feelings for. Is this really a good idea? Well he doesn’t know, so it’s not like he’ll be hurt, nor will he care if you have a crush on him. He has plenty of girls to keep him company. You’re not all that important. Now with dread, you enter the dining hall.

You hand the man your ID, eyes glancing around the dining area for a certain black haired student. There was no sign of him as the man behind the counter hands you your ID back. Walking into the next room, you grab a plate from the stack and make your rounds, gathering all foods you like. Today your plate consists of chicken tenders, fries, and a salad. With a bowl of chicken noodle. You find an empty table at the back of the room. Taking your seat, you place your phone in front of you, clicking on the Netflix app to continue your show. When everything is settled, you dig in.

Every now and then you glance around for Yoongi, but find no sight of him. You eventually give up and keep your attention solely on your phone. When you get to your soup, a figure appears, causing you to jump out of fright. You look up, watching as Yoongi places his plate of beef stroganoff and white rice on the table in front of you. He sits down and begins to eat without uttering a word to you.

Your eyes glance from your phone then to Yoongi in confusion. Do you ignore him and eat your soup? Do you say ‘hello’? What do you do?

“Have you ever dated before?” he finally asks, relaxing you a bit.

“N-no,” you stutter.

“Hook up with anyone?”

“No,” you answer, eyes glancing at the people close to you, checking to see if they heard him. Thankfully they didn’t. They were louder than Yoongi.

He nods, eyes looking out towards the sea of people eating and chatting. “Ideal type?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. The more you think about it, the more you’re unsure. Bad boys? Guys who don’t talk to anyone and look like they have so much to tell but will never say? Guys who are sensitive? Guys who like cake? “I don’t know,” you finally confess.

This time, as the words leave your mouth, he finally looks at you. There is a look on his face you can’t read. Irritation? Confusion?

You know the look on your face. Embarrassment.

“You don’t know?” he questions, voice more quiet than before.

“I’ve only liked one person since I came here, but I don’t know him,” you confess.

“How can you like someone, yet know nothing about them?”

“He’s out of my league,” you defend, but he’s right, it is a bit strange to have a crush on someone you honestly know nothing about. “He never talked to me, and I’m too embarrassed to say anything to him.”

“Shy, unknown for ideal type, has a crush on someone you don’t know about.” He leans back in his seat. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s going to be hard to find someone who fits your type since even you don’t know,” he says.

You open your mouth in protest, but decide against it. No point in arguing with him. “I’ll help you,” he begins, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, “but there are some ground rules we need to go over.”

“Rules?” What rules are there? Don’t fall in love with him? You already have a crush on him, so that might be too late.

“I teach everything, so if you have anything you’re against, tell me now.” You don’t reply. What exactly would you be against? He agreed to teach you how to gain the confidence to find a guy, so what exactly will he do that you would be against? When you still remain silent, he continues, “We will do things by my time, and a majority of it will be either in my room or somewhere else that isn’t here or school.”

“In your room?” you choke.

“I don’t want people assuming things.”

You can’t help but frown. “Wouldn’t me going in your room bring up questions?”

“No one will see you come into my room. When it’s time to meet, I’ll text you—by the way, I’ll need your number. Does Hoseok have it? I’ll get it through him,” he states, allowing you to only give a nod before he continues, “I will not teach you how to kiss. That is the one thing I will not do. Okay?”

You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks. “Of course. I wasn’t expecting that from you.”

He leans back in his chair. “Good.” You watch him as he gets up from his seat, grabbing his now empty plate. “When I text you later today, I want you to send me your schedule. Tomorrow we’re meeting at a bar near here so I can know more about you and get a better understanding.”

“O-” you start, but he walks away, leaving you alone, “‘kay.” You sit for a moment, letting your food get colder by the second. Eventually, you bring yourself out of your trance and finish your dinner, starting the episode over.

“What?” Ari’s voice rings in the room.

“Will you keep your voice down? He’s right next door,” you hiss.

“Hoseok never told me Yoongi would be your… guide? Mentor? Whatever. I can’t believe this is happening,” she laughs. “Out of everyone in this world, he chose the one you’ve been crushing on since we first moved in.”

“This may be funny to you, but I’m in a difficult position, Ari,” you tell her.

“What did he tell you?” she inquires, ignoring you as she jumps on her bed and lies on her stomach facing you. “Does he have rules?”

You roll your eyes. “He told me kissing is out.”

“Kissing? So he’s not going to teach you how to make out with someone? How to kiss slowly at first then kiss with so much passion--his tongue brushing along yours—”

You cover your ears. “I can’t hear you. Shut up, Ari.”

This only causes her to laugh even more and you to frown as she replies, “Okay, okay.” When you remove your hands from your ears, she asks, “Are you nervous?”

“Beyond scared. I’m trying to get over him, not keep these feelings forever while I try and look for someone new,” you sigh, resting your back along the wall as you stretch your legs out on your bed.

“Well when do you have to meet him? Maybe give yourself some time to relax and prepare yourself before you meet up,” she suggests, propping her elbows on her bed, resting her chin on her palms.

“He wants to meet up tomorrow.”

She gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, hun.”

You groan, “Me too.”

The following day you find yourself packing up from your last lecture, listening as the other students chat with one another and pack their belongings as well. Rather than head back to the dorms like you normally do, you practically drag yourself towards the bar Yoongi told you to meet him at.

When you get there, as the sun begins to set, you notice that he isn’t here. Pulling your phone out of your bag, you glance at the time. You have ten minutes to spare. Finding an empty booth, you take a seat, pull out your textbook from your bag, and begin to do homework.

It clearly feels like more than ten minutes as you finish two pages of your assignment when a glass of alcohol was placed in front of you. You look up from your work just as Yoongi takes a seat across from you. You tell yourself that you have to get used to the fact that Yoongi will be the one to help you, and your thoughts come to the agreement, but your heart doesn’t. Not even when you tell yourself to calm down, your heart races at the sight of him.

“So,” he begins, taking a drink from his glass, “what’s your major?”

“Photography,” you mumble.

He nods. “Do you party, drink, smoke?”

“No.”

He stares at you quietly, and within his blank expression, you can see a slight look of shock. As if he has never met someone who doesn’t do any of those. It’s not like you don’t want to try it, but school is more important than doing things you can do when you graduate. You’re a junior now, and you really need to focus on finishing your classes and school. Even if the semester just started.

“So you’re a bit of a stiff,” he says, taking another swig.

Your mouth drops. “I am not a stiff,” you argue.

“Who doesn’t drink or have fun?”

“Me.” You cross your arms over your chest. “People who are trying to do something with their life.”

He raises a brow. “Everyone at that university is trying to do something with their life. The only difference between them and you is that they balance fun and work.” He looks you up and down. “Clearly you need to do the same.”

“Clearly you’re a jerk.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Do you cuss?”

“No, not really.”

He scoffs, “No wonder. No one ever calls someone else a jerk. The word you’re looking for is ‘ass’, and I’m not. I’m just telling it like it is.”

“How about during this whole thing, I teach you how to think before you speak,” you fume.

His expression changes. A look you can’t tell what it is. “How about this then, princess.” He crosses his arms over his chest, mimicking you. “We skip this bickering and just do as I say.”

“No,” you tell him, laughter ringing throughout the bar. During this whole argument, you actually forgot where you were. “How about, you teach me how to find someone, and I teach you how to act like a human being. Okay, princess?”

You don’t give him time to respond as you grab your textbook and backpack and leave him at the booth. You exit the bar and practically stomp your way towards the dorms. You would slam your door, but it closes on its own, and it takes its sweet time to close.

Ari looks up at you as you throw your bag and textbook on the bed. “What’s up with you?”

“What did I ever see in that jerk? I hate him,” you jeer.

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mists of celeste ➻ twelve

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 10.5k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba chapter specific warnings: mentions of past abuse, blood, fighting ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act two ➻ part two

“I’m hunting down the last five sirens in the universe. And you’re going to help me do it.”

Hongjoong says the words with an uncanny lightness to his tone. You blink at him, eyes wide partly from shock but partly from disbelief. You have no time to ask him about it, however, because he turns away from you and continues talking.

“I received a report about someone claiming to have seen a Siren on Aegos, specifically in Echidna. I will be meeting with said person while you, San, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung go around listening for intel. People can’t keep their mouths shut when it comes to rumors, especially people on Echidna. Thus, if there truly is a Siren on Aeogs, someone will be talking about it. If not, then it’s just another dead lead.” Hongjoong pauses, heaving a deep sigh. There’s a fire to his eyes, a determination that lurks just behind his dark irises, and you don’t ever want him to direct that gaze at you. “I have a feeling about this one though.”

With that, he hits the button beside the airlock and pops the door open. He leads the way off the ship, Seonghwa hot on his heels, but you aren’t so quick to follow. You shift towards San.

“How many dead leads have there been?” You ask, head tilting in Hongjoong’s direction. San’s first response is merely a laugh, one that ripples through his chest and resounds loudly in the air before you. Once he recovers, he answers your question with words.

“In the past six months, probably around thirty-three dead leads. Six years though? Most likely well over five hundred.”

Your jaw drops at the mere thought of so many leads over the past years. San doesn’t say anything else; instead, he follows Seonghwa off the ship as though the numbers he just dropped are nothing to gape at. Wooyoung’s elbow hits you in the shoulder.

“Don’t just stand there and catch flies. You’ll get left behind.” He offers a small smile before walking out of the airlock as well. This time, you are quick to follow and chase after him. Your feet hit solid ground for the first time in weeks. At this point, it’s probably been over two months since you departed on your last trip and ended up aboard Hongjoong’s ship, so you couldn’t be more grateful to have solid ground under your boots now. There’s only one thing that is bothering you, and that would be Hongjoong’s claim about hunting down the last Sirens in the universe.

According to Daichi, there is a Siren nearby that you should be guarding yourself from. Did Hongjoong already hunt one down? Has he caught any? If he has…

You jog to catch up with Wooyoung, making sure to stay a couple feet behind Hongjoong when you ask your next question.

“Has Hongjoong caught any Sirens yet?”

Wooyoung is quick to shake his head in denial. “He’s not been able to find any so far, but he still won’t give up on it. It’s the only thing he cares about.”

“B-But… why? Why go through the effort of hunting them down? Is he planning to make them go extinct?”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to answer but then closes it just as quickly. He pauses and looks to the ceiling as he ponders the question, then slowly shakes his head.

“I actually don’t know the answer to that. I’ve never cared to ask Hongjoong what his plans are when he gets all five Sirens. I just know that he wants them and will stop at nothing to find them.” As Wooyoung says the words, you bring a hand up to rub at your collarbone absentmindedly. It’s a strange goal to have for certain, but you would only say that if you didn’t know that it was Hongjoong looking for the last five Sirens in existence. Your eyes flit over to where the captain walks, analyzing the back of his head as though it’ll give you the answers you desire. Of course, it gives you nothing, and you’re left to keep walking in confusion.

It’s better if I just push it out of my head. Think about something else. Like how I can escape here. Take the papers and run.

You blink around the docking station. This would be the place to go to find a getaway ship, and the station has an overabundance of ships left and right. This wouldn’t be your first time stealing a spaceship – probably won’t be your last either – but something else is nagging at the edge of your thoughts.

“How were we able to land without being caught by the military? The ship isn’t exactly inconspicuous.”

San turns and slows his steps so that he can fall into step with you.

“Aegos is a criminal’s hive. A dream for any person looking to get away from the law. Bandits, mercenaries, pirates, all sorts of criminals and people. None of them good, of course,” San explains, motioning towards the ships all around you. “The military lost control of Aegos a long time ago and hasn’t bother trying to take it back. Better to just leave them alone than to risk all-out war. I suppose they could attack at any point, but no one is worried about that either. Some people claim that it’s because lots of the business owners here have paid off the military to leave them alone. Either way, you should be extremely careful here. Women are seen as objects in Echidna. If you’re alone at any point in time, it could be dangerous for you.”

San’s sudden mention of you being alone strikes a sense of worry in you. You haven’t mentioned wanting to leave to anyone. He must have good reason to bring it up, and the warning in his tone deters you a little bit. If you don’t escape here, there’s no way of knowing when Hongjoong will make a pitstop again, and that adds the risk of getting too attached to any member of the crew. It’s best not to think of the danger that could befall you should you go out on your own. The faint pressure of the papers against your chest concerns you though. Papers of full pardon would be extremely valuable to any person on this planet. If it truly is a city of criminals, then at least ninety percent of them will want the papers too.

You slump your shoulders a little, curling into yourself as you move further along in the docking station. There’s a faint rumble that resounds from above your head, and you become more and more aware of it the further along you go. Wooyoung must notice your expression because he speaks up as you glance up at the ceiling over and over again.

“Did anyone warn you about the storms?” He asks.

“Yea, Seonghwa did. I just – I didn’t expect it to be so loud, I guess.”

“Aegos has pretty intense storms. Some records show that the planet gets around a thousand inches of rainfall each year, but others show more than that.”

You exhale a sound of surprise at the information, pulling your gaze off the ceiling to look back at Hongjoong. You’re just following him blindly, unsure of exactly where he’s taking you, but he seems to know his way around the station rather well. He takes you all to a train platform and pauses beside the conductor. He’s speaking in a hushed tone that you can’t make out, but based on his hand motions and gestures, he’s asking for tickets. Sure enough, minutes later, you are filing onto the train and making your way to a small booth on the first car.

San slides across the bench first then motions for you to join him. You have to press close to him to make room for Wooyoung to sit as well, expecting Hongjoong and Seonghwa to occupy the booth across from you. However, Seonghwa is the only one to sit. Hongjoong moves past the booth without looking at any of you. Wooyoung twists in his seat to watch the captain go before jerking forward again and staring Seonghwa down.

“Why did Captain ask me to join the mission?” He inquires, dark eyes wide as he asks the question. Seonghwa doesn’t seem surprised by Wooyoung’s sudden outburst; instead, he smiles back at the collared man.

“Hongjoong thought that you had been cooped up on the ship for too long. Maybe needed solid ground under your feet for once.”

“That’s what I like though. I prefer staying on the ship.” Wooyoung’s tone loses its confidence, and he hangs his head a little.

“I know that, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s smile falters ever so slightly. He leans forward, closer to Wooyoung, and tries to catch the man’s gaze as he speaks again. “Hongjoong wouldn’t have asked you to come if he wasn’t coming himself.”

Wooyoung doesn’t respond right away. He glares down at the white table separating your booths then glances up at Seonghwa with hesitant eyes. He nods a couple of times.

“I’m sorry,” he says after the silence sinks in a little bit. “Places like this just make me nervous.” Seonghwa’s hand drops to the table.

“Hongjoong won’t let anything happen to you, Wooyoung. None of us will, I promise.”

You’re quite curious as to why Wooyoung is so nervous about being on Aegos, but one quick glance at the metal collar around his neck reminds you of what he supposedly used to be. On a planet full of criminals, the slave trade is sure to be a large part of business here. Thus, you decide to keep your questions to yourself and not make Wooyoung any more anxious than he already is.

The train jerks all of a sudden, lurching forward and causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. The abrupt movement startles you more than you’d like, and all eyes move to you as you flinch. You exchange stares with San, his much more amused than your own embarrassed one. He laughs a little despite your heated glare.

“Not a fucking word,” you grumble, slumping a little against the booth when he laughs louder. Across the booth, Seonghwa is struggling to contain his own grin. “What’s so funny, pretty boy?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just a bit amusing how one of the most feared and notorious criminals in the universe is scared of sudden noises. An interesting thing to note, princess.”

You glare in response, unable to come up with a defense for yourself aside from a stubborn, “I wasn’t scared. Just unsuspecting in a foreign place.”

“Are trains foreign, princess? I should’ve known.” Seonghwa’s smile curls further upwards, increasing in size as he continues to mock you. You can’t come up with any further defenses that he won’t mock you for. It’s good timing too, because Seonghwa straightens in his seat. Hongjoong appears in the corner of your eye, sliding into the empty space beside Seognhwa.

“We’ll be arriving in Echidna in two hours time,” he announces once he sits down. “When we arrive, I will go straight to meet with my client. Seonghwa, you’ll take the others to the hotel where we’ll be staying for the night. After that, San and Y/N will head out to pick up some medical supplies for Yunho and keep an ear out for any mention of Sirens. Seonghwa and Wooyoung will come meet me at the bar and linger a bit to listen as well. Y/N, San: you should keep your channels open in case. If anything goes south at the bar, you two are to return to the hotel immediately and wait for further orders. If something goes wrong on your end, call for backup. I’m hoping to avoid trouble but I’ve had worse luck on Aegos than any other planet.”

“Why come here then? If you have such a bad history with the place?” You ask without a second thought. Apparently it’s a mistake to do so because Seonghwa’s eyes go wide a bit and he shakes his head at you. Hongjoong releases a dry chuckle at your small comment.

“If you’re going to be part of my crew, Y/N, you should learn when to speak. If you think you should say something – just don’t. After all, weapons aren’t supposed to speak at all, are they?”

The comment is spoken with vehemence and you can only blink at the captain in sheer shock. He stuns you into silence, your lips parted and eyes wide as you return his heated glare with a confused one. San shifts on your left. The booth dips a little under you as he moves, and you glance over at him to see why he’s moving. His fist is clenched tight against his side, bunching up the fabric of his pants under his fingers, and he glares daggers into the side of Hongjoong’s head. Words are on his lips, you can tell that he wants to say something, but nothing comes out and he instead remains silent.

“I’ll be out most of the night with my client, should things go well,” Hongjoong continues, picking up where he left off as though you hadn’t interrupted him. Your jaw snaps shut, and you nearly bite the tip of your tongue off in your haste to close your mouth. “Once Y/N and San get the supplies, you should stay out for a bit and listen for any valuable information. Wait for the crowds to dwindle then head back to the hotel. Seonghwa and Wooyuong will return around the same time. Be sure to tell them that you’re heading back so they can leave as well. Am I missing anything, Lieutenant?”

Seonghwa shakes his head right away, looking back at Hongjoong. He pauses though, evidently realizing something as he jerks his head towards San.

“Remind me to give you a credit chip before you go looking for supplies. And – Y/N this goes for you as well – do not split up under any circumstances.” Seonghwa stares directly at you as he speaks. He pauses ever so slightly between the words, his eyes wide and piercing as he looks at you. You can only manage a small nod. The heat of Hongjoong’s words from before are still burning at your heels, and you don’t want to risk irritating him further.

“That should be all for now then,” Hongjoong cuts in again. “You can ask Seonghwa for further information if need be.” Hongjoong pushes up from the booth. He doesn’t spare any of you a glance as he walks away. You hear the door of the train car slide open, assuming that he’s moving to a different car, and Wooyoung must think it’s permanent because he stands up to take Hongjoong’s seat beside Seonghwa. You push closer to the edge of the booth and glance around the side to see if Hongjoong is still there, but he’s nowhere in sight.

An elbow makes contact with your side. You whip around to look at the offender. San stares back with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I-I – yea, I’m fine?” You respond, unsure as to why he’s asking. San doesn’t answer your confusion though and instead turns to stare at Seonghwa across the table.

“Captain shouldn’t treat people like that,” he grumbles. Seonghwa presses his lips together, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “He spoke to her like she’s nothing! Why aren’t you upset? You normally get furious when Captain acts that way with other crew members. Is Y/N not a crew member now too?”

Seonghwa’s chin tilts towards you, his piercing brown eyes flitting over your expression. You can’t read the emotion on his features but you can see that he’s conflicted. You aren’t sure why, but Seonghwa just keeps looking at you without answering San. You decide to cut in and reassure San yourself, placing a hand on his bicep.

“It’s okay, San,” you mutter. “It’s really okay.”

“How is th–”

“I was the one who told Hongjoong that I wanted to be a weapon. He’s just treating me the way I asked to be treated.” At your words, San’s expression morphs from anger and crumbles into disbelief. It’s a swirling of emotions across his features, but you see disappointment more than anything else. His jaw stutters as he tries to get another question out.

“H-How could… how could you choose that?”

You were not expecting that kind of question, especially since that’s the very question you’ve wanted to ask San since Yeosang explained his position on the crew to you. If he chose the same thing, then how could he ask you why you chose it? The question is on the tip of your tongue but for some reason, you can’t just spit it out.

“I… That’s all I was in the military so that’s all I am now,” you explain after a moment of hesitation. San’s shoulders pull up towards his ears. You know that your explanation has upset him in some way, and he seems to want to say more but fails to. Seonghwa gnaws on his lower lip, eyes flitting back to San every few seconds, and for once, he doesn’t have an air of arrogance or cockiness about him.

“You aren’t just a weapon to be used,” San hisses out without looking your way. “You shouldn’t encourage Hongjoong or anyone else to treat you like that either.”

“I-I’m so-sorry,” you stammer. You don’t know how else to respond and chances are, nothing you say will be what San wants to hear. “That’s just what I’m used to hearing and being told.” Your fingers move for the brand on your wrist, rubbing at the raised skin as you pull your arm close to your chest. San notices the shifting movement. His eyes linger on the motion for a few moments before turning to look out the window of the train.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

Seonghwa smiles a little upon hearing San’s apology. You aren’t sure whether the apology is directed at you or Seonghwa, but you don’t get the chance to ask either because the lieutenant speaks up once more.

“You should take your own advice, San. You’re a human being too, not just a weapon or a tool.” Rather than answer, San reaches up to clasp the base of his neck. The skin is hidden by the black fabric of a turtleneck, but he rubs at the material there while staring out the window and watching the landscape speed by. Seonghwa doesn’t take the lack of response to heart; he redirects the conversation with ease, a small smirk taking over his lips as he shifts his attention to you. “You said you’ve never been to Aegos, no? How many planets have you been to then?”

“O-Oh, quite a few. I don’t know the exact number though. I mostly stayed in Aurum.”

“Is that where you grew up too?”

“Yea, I didn’t leave Aurum until I joined the military. Even so, I didn’t leave often.”

“Did you grow up on Eros?” Seonghwa prods further, and you purse your lips. After a bit of hesitation, you shake your head.

“I didn’t go to Eros until later on.”

“Then where did you grow up?” You answer him with a smile at first, tilting your head to the side before responding.

“You have a one in five chance of guessing correctly, pretty boy.”

“Well, we can play guessing games another time, princess,” Seonghwa chuckles. He brings his arms up over his chest, eyeing you carefully before speaking again. “I’m more curious as to why you chose to enter the military when you seem to have a strong disdain for it.”

“If we’re talking about things that make us curious, then I’d ask why you aren’t part of the military yourself. You’re an Elitist so it would make sense for you to join. Unless you have hidden chains like Yeosang and me.” Seonghwa drops his arms to bare his wrists to you. They’re smooth and clear of any brands.

“I’m clean of treason in the very least. I did want to join the military at one point. My mother wanted that for me as well, but things didn’t quite work out because of my social status. I don’t have the time or patience for bigoted, ableist people in the military anyways. The ones who stay are all the same.”

“They’re pretty much all Elitists though, just like you.”

“The difference being that they were born higher up in society. That’s how Elitists should be at least. If you aren’t born in the same league or place in society as they are, then you are invalid. It doesn’t matter what the tests show. They won’t believe you or grant you access. That’s how it was on my home planet and my one and only experience with trying to join the military. It was more than enough to put me off of it and leave a bad taste in my mouth. So, I prefer the company of criminals by a long shot. No judgment from liars, thieves, and murderers.”

“That’s an interesting outlook on things,” you mutter. “It’s easier not to trust anyone at all though.”

“Have you met the crew?” Seonghwa asks out of the blue. He tilts his head as he asks the question, although you can only stare back in confusion for a few seconds.

“Wh-What crew?”

“The crew of The Horizon.”

“Of course. I – Why?” Seonghwa grins, eyes disappearing behind his lids and forming soft crescents.

“I trust each and every single one of them with my life. It’s not a matter of trusting no one. It’s moreso about finding the right people to trust. I hope you can see that as time passes.” Seonghwa’s smile remains broad but he cracks an eye open to look at you. You can’t come up with a good enough response. You know that he’s telling the truth, everything he’s saying is accurate, but you don’t want to acknowledge it. You don’t even plan to stay for much longer so it shouldn’t matter in the long run, but his words stick to you like glue. Seonghwa glances between San and Wooyoung, a small sigh escaping his lips. “You three should try to get some rest while you can. We have a long night ahead and should sleep as much as we can now.”

You nod and press your head against the back of the booth. Your gaze shifts to the ceiling, examining the pattern across the metal. The rumble of the train and rain outside lull you to sleep quickly, and you don’t even recall closing your eyes before you slip into unconsciousness.

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You’re woken with a start. The train lurches to a halt, and you jolt forward, brought back into consciousness too soon. You almost forget where you are, but one quick glance at your surroundings reminds you of where you are and what you’re doing here. Across the booth, Wooyoung seems to be in a similar predicament, eyes puffy from sleep but suddenly wide when the train stops. Seonghwa doesn’t seem to have gotten any sleep at all though, still just as awake as he was before. The same goes for San; his head tilted to peer out the window of the train. The other side of the glass is black, however, shrouded with shadows and darkness.

You push off the booth on shaky legs, still recovering from your dreamless nap. Part of you wishes that Daichi had visited your dreams and offered some semblance of advice or guidance for the long night you have ahead of you. As much as you hate the man, you know that he at least has some decent advice when you’re conflicted.

Seonghwa leads the way yet again, but Hongjoong is there as well. He must have come back at some point while you were sleeping, but you can only see his back as he walks in front of you so you don’t know if he wears the same groggy expression that you and Wooyoung do.

The city is brighter than you expected it to be when you step off the train. Streetlamps and strings of iridescent lights line the cobbled roads. When you look up to the sky, it’s covered in a haze of blue. It must be the storm guard that was mentioned before. San notices your lingering gaze as he falls into step with you.

“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” He asks as he follows your line of sight.

“Yea… never seen anything like it.”

“For criminals, the engineers on Echidna sure know what they’re doing.” San shrugs. When you bring your gaze back down to the road, Seonghwa is quite a bit further ahead, and you have to jog to catch up with him. He and Hongjoong are walking with haste, heads pressed together as they speak in hushed tones. Then – all of a sudden – Hongjoong peels off and turns left, immediately getting lost in the crowd when you jerk your head to catch sight of him. “Guess it’s go time then,” San mutters. Wooyoung presses closer to Seonghwa as soon as Hongjoong disappears, and the other man reaches down to clasp his fingers around Wooyoung’s balled fist.

While Wooyoung is nervous is the hustle and bustle of the city, you find yourself fascinated by everything around you. The city is like nothing you’ve seen before. Despite the high tech storm guard covering the city, all the buildings are made of dark wood or stones, much less advanced than you expected them to be. A thin layer of dirt covers the streets under your feet. The storm guard must be the only nice thing about the city because everything else in sight is grungy and dirty. The same does not go for the people walking the streets, however. Some wear expensive, pressed clothes whilst others wear next to nothing. It’s an eclectic mix of people, and even as you walk close to Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s backs, you feel the heat of foreign stares on you with each step you take.

You’re so focused on glancing at the bodies around you that you don’t realize when Seonghwa comes to a sudden halt. You run face-first into his back, unable to even bring your hands up to brace yourself against the impact. You peek around Seonghwa’s shoulder only to find a large wooden building looming before you. Seonghwa pushes in, releasing Wooyoung’s wrist in favor of opening the door, and you all step into the warm interior of what must be the hotel.

Seonghwa pulls away immediately upon entering and goes straight for the bar counter off to the left where a rugged man stands cleaning a glass. You, on the other hand, stay close to the door, as does San, but Wooyoung rushes to follow after Seonghwa. There seems to be only one entrance and exit to the building – the one you came through – which could prove troublesome when you try to get out later. There are no immediate escapes, unless the upstairs area has windows you can jump through. It should be easy for you to sneak out of a room if you’re alone, but you need to make sure that you don’t run into Hongjoong or anyone else on your way out. You aren’t sure what Hongjoong would do to you if you tried escaping, but something tells you that you really don’t want to find out.

Seonghwa returns to where you and San are standing after a couple of minutes, Wooyoung still glued to his side.

“Alright so, you two will be sharing a room for the night. Wooyoung and I will take the other. First door at the top of the stairs.” A curse nearly leaves your lips upon hearing the new information. San has to be the worst person for you to get stuck with partially because he’s a Spectre and will no doubt hear you moving around without any trouble. The larger concern though has to be the fact that if he finds out, he will most likely try to prevent you from leaving. It’s bad news for you, but Seonghwa causes your heart to plummet even further with his next words. “Uh, there’s only one bed as well. Two rooms are the most they have but none of the rooms have more than one bed.”

You force a smile onto your lips. “It’s fine. I’ve been in worse situations.” It’s not a complete lie because you most definitely have been in worse situations but the timing is not helping you in the slightest. You glance over to San in attempts to gauge his reaction to the news. There’s a faint flush to his cheeks but he nods along with you. Seonghwa passes the two fo you a sympathetic smile before handing a keycard to San.

“Oh, before I forget. Here’s the credit chip too.” Seonghwa digs around in his pocket for a moment before handing over another small card. “Once you get the supplies for Yunho, you should just spend some time wandering around. Just listen in where you can. If you do hear anything about Sirens, don’t pursue. Just try your best to remember what was said so you can report back later. I’ll be on the line should anything happen.”

You and San nod at the same time. Seonghwa offers one more thin smile before turning to Wooyoung and asking him if he’s ready to head out. You watch the two men leave the hotel, silence falling between you and San. When you glance at the Spectre’s face, his eyes are unfocused and hazy.

“Should we go ahead and get going?” You suggest, motioning for the door. San doesn’t acknowledge you; instead, he keeps staring at the same spot on the floor without even flinching. The sudden shift in attitude catches you off-guard. “San?” You place a hesitant hand on his shoulder, and the touch prompts him to glance up at you. “Should we get going?”

“Yea, let’s go.” You follow San out of the hotel, walking alongside him into the grimy streets again, this time with a different mission. “There are all sorts of shops and stalls that have supplies. I’ve got a pouch to carry the stuff back, but if you want to split up, we can.”

You twist to look at San. His words shock you quite a bit, especially since both he and Seonghwa said that you must not split up at any point in time.

“But Seonghwa told us to stay together?”

“Oh. Oh yea. I forgot.” San’s brows furrow together. You aren’t sure what’s suddenly come over him, but he seems to be in a state of panic and confusion much like Wooyoung was earlier. It’s at that moment that you realize San gave you the perfect opportunity to get away just then. You could’ve split up and been gone without any trouble whatsoever, but you did not even hesitate to refuse to do just that. You don’t understand why you did it. It’s not that you don’t want to get away because you most definitely do and the stress of holding such valuable papers against your chest is growing with each passing second. Still, seeing San is such a state of distress and confusion is making you want to say.

This is the exact thing you were trying to avoid. Getting attached. You wish you could just walk away and leave him like this, but the guilt would eat away at your conscience. As much as you don’t want to admit it, what Hongjoong said about you feeling a sense of duty towards San for saving your life is absolutely true. It’s that sense of duty that keeps you at his side as you walk through the city in silence.

He leads the way to a small stall full of medical supplies. Since you have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to be looking for, you just remain at his side and look around the streets as San peruses the wares. He talks to the vendor in a foreign tongue, one you don’t understand but his tone is light as he speaks to the man. As their conversation carries on, San’s tone loses a bit of its luster and kindness. You’re still scanning the streets when one of his hands reaches around you and tugs you against his side. You jerk your head back to him, eyes wide in question, but he just smiles back at you before leaning close to your ear.

“He thinks you’re for sale,” San murmurs against the shell of your ear. “I said you’re my wife, so just play along.”

“O-Oh,” you exhale, unable to say anything else more coherent. San’s grip is tight against your waist but you still manage to twist your torso enough to look back over your shoulder and resume your scans of the streets. Nothing immediately catches your attention, and it’s hard to hear anything above the din of the streets, all hushed mumbles that bleed into one indistinct sound. Then, through the blur of people, one figure stands out. Their face is shrouded by a scarf so you can’t see them very well. Still through the darkness, you spot bright red eyes, and you can see them staring back at you from across the road. San’s touch is suddenly a lot more comforting, and you turn away from the unknown figure with a growing pit in your stomach.

You didn’t think of the possibility that people in Echidna might recognize who you are. Sure, your face isn’t plastered on every wanted sign across the universe, but it’s in enough places for people to watch you closely when you walk by. In hindsight, it was quite foolish of you to not wear any coverings over your face because of that very fact, and since the others didn’t, you didn’t think to do so yourself. The Berserker stares at you with an almost hungry gaze, those red eyes drilling furious holes into your head even as you try to focus on what’s going on in front of you.

San is finishing up buying the supplies for Yunho when you finally focus on him. He tucks them away in the small pouch strapped to his hip, bringing his hand off your waist only to pull your arm through his. He says a few more words of that foreign language to the vendor before leading you away, but his touch doesn’t leave until you’re well away from the vendor and his stall. As you continue walking, you turn to look back at the spot where the Berserker just was, but in the figure’s place is nothing but darkness.

Even though you were asked to wander the streets to listen in on conversations, you still can’t hear much because of how loud and busy the nightlife is in the city. It’s nearly impossible to even hear your own breathing, let anyone anything about Sirens. San lets your arm fall away from his and slows his pace a bit to a more comfortable walking speed for the both of you.

Perhaps it’s by chance, or maybe some twist of fate, because your shoulder brushes against a man as you’re walking. He doesn’t stop when you hit him, his head turned towards the man who walks beside him instead, but you turn to watch him walk past. His voice catches your attention, although you’re more intent on listening to what he’s saying rather than the timbre of his tone.

“The Scourge’s ship landed here not too long ago,” he says to the man walking beside him. “The Horizon. You think he’s collecting more people for his crew?”

You don’t think twice before spinning on your heel and trailing after the pair. Head ducked, you glance up just enough to get the two on the edge of your vision.

“Could be that,” the other man starts. You have to press a bit closer to pick up his words. “If he’s here though, it would be a good opportunity to cripple him and take out the competition. Not to mention that pretty bounty on his head. I heard that Vlad put a price out that’s even higher than what the military is offering. And according to my brokers at the warehouse, they saw Scourge enter the Jaded Hornet.”

“Oh? Does Vlad know?”

“No, but a newly formed bandit crew is on their way to ambush him later in the night. Around one in the morning, according to my sources.”

“Best keep that to ourselves. Scourge has eyes and ears everywhere.” The two men glance around, and you hastily turn away before they catch sight of you. You walk back in the opposite direction, only stopping to search the men once you think you are safely out of earshot. Part of you wants to follow after them and try to figure out more information. Seonghwa told you not to pursue even if you got a lead, but that was concerning Sirens, not a plan to ambush Hongjoong. You turn to your left, aiming to tell San what all you just overheard, only to find that the Spectre is no longer at your side and you are now alone in the middle of the street. People still move around you but you can’t see past them to look for San.

This is your chance.

You could get away right now. It’s the perfect opportunity to disappear for good. Drop your earpiece and leave. You have everything you need, it’s not as though you kept any valuables back on the ship, and San isn’t around to stop you. Your mind is demanding that you leave, but your heart, on the other hand, is telling you that it’s a bad idea to go now. You aren’t sure that you could disappear knowing that someone is planning to ambush Hongjoong later tonight. You wish that you could be as heartless and cruel as people assume you are because you know that leaving now would only cause a knot of guilt to form in your stomach.

A huff falls from your lips as you begin to push your way through the crowd in search of San. He should be easy to spot with his two-toned hair but there’s too many people pressing up against you and you can barely move. A shoulder knocks against yours with an insane amount of force. It instantly knocks you to the ground, and your hands shoot out to brace yourself. You land in an awkward position, wrist twisting as you hit the stone, and you shift to look up at the person who knocked you down.

There is a pair of red eyes staring back at you. Not just any red eyes, but those of the Berserker who was staring at you across the way earlier. The scarf over the person’s face is pulled down now, however, revealing feminine features that seem gentle compared to the ferocity in those eyes.

“You’re coming with me,” the person says, her voice sweet like saccharin as she speaks to you. She stoops down to your level and grabs for your arm. You smack her prying hands away from you in an instant. Her lips twist into a grimace, a low growl leaving her chest, and she snatches your arm again. You can’t fight it this time though. She yanks you upwards and drags you behind her, barely giving you enough time to even stand up straight. You try your best to keep panic and fear from surging through you. Berserkers run off aggression and emotions, and the more fear you exude, the stronger her grip is going to get. She most likely already fed off the anger you exuded when she first grabbed your arm.

The Berserker tugs you along with little trouble. No one moves to stop her or even spares a glance at the two of you. You’d expect nothing less from a city of criminals though, and when she pulls you into a dimly lit alleyway, you expect the gun she puts against your temple a moment later. She pushes you back until you hit the wall of the building behind you. The metal of her pistol is cold against your skin.

You match her glare with one of your own, trying to seem neutral and unbothered when in reality, your heart is racing against the confines of your ribs. She dips her chin down and leans closer to your face.

“You’re wanted dead or alive,” comes her scathing tone. “Such a hefty bounty on your head, and you would dare come to Echidna of all places? Hardly a notoriously brilliant criminal. You’re just a careless fool.”

You push against the arm that’s keeping you pinned to the wall. You can’t gain enough momentum to swing your weight at her, but you manage to throw a leg out at her abdomen. It hits her hard, knocking her back and freeing you from the wall. Before you have a chance to react, she swings a fist at your temple. The force of her strike knocks you back and sends your earpiece flying. You stumble and scramble to pick the earpiece up with the intent of calling for help, but she crushes the metal under the sole of her shoe before your fingers can close around it. A cry of pain leaves your lips as she presses her heel down on your fingers.

“If you won’t cooperate… I’ll just have to kill you and claim the bounty with your dead body.” The Berserker swings her knee up against your nose. A disgusting crunch resounds. You nearly vomit from the sensation, warmth spreading across your face in an instant. She takes your moment of weakness to knock you fully to the ground.

The breath leaves your lungs, and you gasp for air, cradling your bleeding nose with careful fingers. Her knees drop onto your abdomen while her hands go for your throat. You try to swat her hands away from you with the bloodied hand, but she seems to have even more strength than before. You stretch a hand out to her sternum, trying to reach for the cloak over her skin. The lack of air is making your head spin though, and you can’t focus enough to use your abilities on her. Your fingers tremble and shake against her clothes.

Fucking… work. Come on. Just fucking phase.

Spots dance on the edge of your vision, and your hand falls to your side limply. You paw around for your gun in attempts to at least shoot her in the leg, but she must notice the movements because she increases the pressure on your throat. Consciousness is leaving you quickly. You try to keep your eyes open and fight back, but your attacker has too much of the upper hand for you to even move.

“Back off.”

The pressure on your throat disappears all of a sudden. You gasp for air, rushing to bring oxygen back into your body, and roll onto your side under your attacker as blood begins to drip between your lips. You glance up at the Berserker. She has a blade pressed against the skin of her throat, and you can’t quite make out the figure who is holding the knife through the shadows of the alley. He presses forward though, forcing the Berserker to lean back even more and pushing into the light. A sigh of relief escapes you as you see San’s hair under the yellow lights.

“I said back off,” he hisses. The woman raises her hands and climbs off of you. She tilts her head to look at San as she gets to her feet. You watch on with wide eyes, hand pressed against your nose in attempts to somehow stop the bleeding.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. Spectre. This is a happy coincidence, isn’t it? I never would’ve expected to see you in a place like this again.” Her voice is calm, a hint of mocking to her tone, and San’s grip on the knife tightens. “Or defending someone like her.”

San eyes the Berserker carefully before stepping closer to you. He pushes a hand under your back, hoisting you up into a sitting position. The moment you’re up, you grab for your pistol and aim it at your attacker’s head. San lunges forward, fingers closing around your wrist without any hesitation.

“Stop. Y/N, don’t.”

“She just fucking tried to kill me. I’m not going to let you stop me from returning the favor.” You yank your arm out of San’s grasp. He moves with you, stepping in front of your line of fire. You hesitate. Your finger twitches at the trigger. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t shoot. Please. I know her.” San lifts his hands, eyes pleading and begging you not to shoot.

“Don’t be so shy, Spectre,” the woman huffs behind him. She places her hands on her hips and presses her shoulders back as though to puff out her chest more. “Tell her who I am. But you should get the title right at least, because I’m Lieutenant Cara now, not Taskmaster Cara.”

San’s fingers tremble as she says the words. He looks away from you to face the woman.

“Tell your little partner the truth, Spectre. You still know how to follow orders, don’t you? Tell her how you abandoned your crew and ship of over ten years. All because of a mutiny that benefited you.”

San moves too fast for you to see, but the blade is back at Cara’s neck, pressed so hard against the skin that you can see blood blossoming under the metal. She doesn’t flinch under the pressure; in fact, she doesn’t even seem surprised by his actions in the slightest.

“Why won’t you just kill me? You’ve killed thousands of times, Spectre. What’s stopping you now?”

San’s fingers are trembling still, and the knife wobbles against her neck. He pulls back, letting the knife fall by his side, then spits at her feet.

“Get lost,” he snarls. “The next time I see you will be the day when I get my revenge and you pay for what you did.”

Cara releases a loud laugh upon hearing San’s threat. “Those are bold words for a coward. If you truly want to exact your so-called revenge then you can come find me and do it. You know where to find the crew. We took up the old hideout. But fair warning – it’ll be your funeral.”

The Berserker tugs her scarf up over her nose and ducks out of the alleyway without saying anything else. San watches her move, waiting until she’s completely out of sight before tucking his knife back into the sheath and walking back to where you’re sitting. He kneels by your side.

“Are you okay to walk?” His tone is quiet, and you detect the slightest tremble in his words. You answer by pulling yourself to your feet, San’s hands on your waist as he helps you up. One of those hands drifts upwards and dances over your throat. You smack him away, startled by the sudden touch. “I-I’m sorry. I was checking the bruising. She did a number on you.”

You’re certain that your nose is in much worse shape than your throat, but you manage a small nod, feeling around your lip to see how bad the blood flow is.

“Seonghwa already knows what’s going on. He called me as soon as your line went dead. He said we should head back to the hotel and stay there for the rest of the night.” San’s gaze keeps flitting back to where the woman was just standing, shoulders tensed up so much that they nearly touch his ears. You watch him with careful eyes and tuck your pistol back into its holster on your thigh.

“Are you okay?” You ask, matching his quiet tone.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” His words are final, and you shut up immediately. He pushes past you, dragging his gaze off the spot where Cara was standing, and leads the way out of the alley. You follow him out without saying anything else. It’s evident in his body language and tone that pressing the topic would be a bad idea. You’ve had enough excitement for one night, and getting into a fight with San of all people would most likely end badly.

You stay close to his side as you walk back to the hotel. You don’t want to risk getting split up again, but you’re certainly attracting more stares now as you walk the streets with blood covering the lower half of your face. San remains silent during the walk back; his mind appears to be elsewhere, no doubt on the woman you encountered in the alleyway. You’re still curious and want to know more. San doesn’t even spare you a glance though, even as you enter the hotel and walk up the stairs to find your room.

The room is dark when you enter, and San doesn’t bother turning on the lights. He instead goes straight for the bathroom at the other end of the room.

“I’m gonna take a shower and clean up,” he mutters, barely glancing your way as he goes into the room. Once he disappears behind the door, you let a sigh of exhaustion fall from your lips. You sink onto the edge of the bed and examine your surroundings. The bed is bigger than you expected, which is a good thing because it’ll give you plenty of room to be away from San. You bring a hand to your chest, feeling around at the material in the hopes of feelings your papers underneath, and a wave of relief washes over you when you feel them.

Blood still coats your fingers, but it’s dried down quite a bit now. You want to check your nose and see the extent of the damage, but there is no mirror in sight. As you look over your hands you see a slight tremor in your fingers. The adrenaline from your scuffle is still running through your veins, and despite feeling burnt out, you’re wide awake. You still aren’t sure why you weren’t able to use your abilities earlier; it’s not something you’re used to and you’ve never heard of it happening either.

The door to the bathroom slides open, startling you a bit, and San steps out. He’s only half-dressed, shirt bunched up in his hands. You try not to stare too hard at him, but your gaze drifts over his torso before resting on his neck. The sight surprises you. Scars line the skin around his throat, ridged marks that spread across him like bolts of lightning. He pays you no attention and moves for the bed as you stand up to take his place in the bathroom. Once you reach the door, you hesitate to look back at him.

His back is facing you now, and you nearly gasp at the sight before your eyes. Deep gashes line his back, all blurred into dark scars across his pale skin. There are countless marks on his back, and some of them bleed into single marks whereas others stretch out like branches off of each other. You can’t bear to look at the scars any longer, turning away and closing the door behind you.

Your face is in better shape than you thought it would be. The blood has dried down and started to flake off, but your nose is so sensitive that even the slightest tap from your shirt as you pull it over your head hurts. On the bright side, the steam from the shower helps clean the blood off rather easily, and you scrub your hands clean with the small vial of soap propped on the edge of the shower. You have to be a lot more delicate with your nose but you manage to clean everything except your nostrils. You scrub the rest of the grime from your body with ease, not wasting any time in getting out of the shower and dressed again.

You push the bundle of papers back under the band across your chest before stepping back into the bedroom. The lights are still off when you enter. San is on one side of the bed, head facing the wall. You try your best not to disturb him as you climb into bed and get settled under the coarse sheets. The hot shower should’ve helped calm you down and relax you enough to fall asleep, but you find yourself staring at the ceiling wide awake. Your heart continues to race without any sign of calming down.

A bit of time passes just like that, and the only sound in the room is San’s quiet breathing. Even when you close your eyes, you can’t manage to fall asleep so you eventually just give up and blink at the ceiling mindlessly.

The bed creaks. You glance over at San as the mattress shifts, and he turns over to lie on his back as well. At first, you think he’s just moving in his sleep, but he speaks after a tense moment of silence.

“Ca-Can I explain things a little bit more?” He inquires. You can barely hear him despite the quiet in the room. Shifting, you roll onto your side and face him. He stares at the ceiling, eyes wide open like yours, and you trace the lines of his side profile with your eyes through the darkness.

“Yes, go ahead.” San doesn’t speak right away even though you gave him permission to. He gnaws on his lower lip instead, continuing to glare up at the ceiling. That carries on for a few minutes, and you try not to pressure him into continuing but the waiting is making you nervous.

“I, uh, I never grew up in one place. It was a string of constant moving around and not settling for long. I didn’t have a name either, mostly because my mother left me at an orphanage when I was still a baby without a name. The orphanage didn’t bother giving me a name either, just called me Unit 13. It was a shitty place, run by pirates who would sell off kids as soon as they were able to start working. They start Spectres young though, and as soon as they found out I was one, they sold me to a pirate crew. I was around five years old at the time, maybe the day after my self-proclaimed birthday? They said my mother dropped me off there on July 10th, so that’s what we called my birthday even though there’s no real way of knowing.

“After I was handed over to the crew, I took the job very seriously. It was all I ever knew outside of the orphanage, but most of those memories are a blur. They would keep us in line with shock collars, even as kids, and I would act up more than the others so I-I got zapped a lot more often. I thought things would be different when I joined the pirate crew, but I was treated more like a slave than an actual crew member. They would keep me chained to the wall by a metal collar. When I wasn’t chained up, they put an electric shock collar on me instead so they could make sure I behaved. If I didn’t do a good enough job for the captain, I would get lashings. The number didn’t matter, it just depended on how many the taskmaster felt like giving at the time.”

Taskmaster… You vaguely recall the Berserker calling herself a taskmaster. It could be that she was the person who dealt out the lashings to San, but if that’s the case… You don’t want to think about how difficult it must have been to see her all of a sudden like that. San licks at his lips, tongue dragging over the skin as he mulls over his next words. When he continues, his voice is thicker than before.

“I never – I have scars across my back and neck from the repeated abuse b-but I never questioned my treatment. I was taught that it was what was best for me. I never knew anything else so that’s j-just what I thought was right and fair. Even if the other crew members weren’t treated that way, it’s how I thought I should’ve been treated. LIke… I deserved it for not doing a good enough job or – or just existing in the first place. I worked for that crew for over ten years. I can’t remember exactly how long I worked there, but it was all I ever knew after the orphanage. The captain – my captain, h-he was like a father to me. He allowed the abuse and conducted it on certain occasions but I still… I don’t know. I thought that was his version of love. He was killed in a mutiny that was lead by the first mate. The taskmaster joined in as well, and because of her reputation, few wanted to oppose her. I jumped ship after that. Abandoned my crew. I couldn’t stand to be there after m-my captain was killed. He meant more to me than anyone else did, because even in his moments of cruelty, he still cared about me.”

Through the darkness, you see crystalline droplets fall from San’s eyes. He doesn’t stop to brush them away though, heaving a deep breath before continuing again.

“I’ve been thinking about getting my revenge for years. Hongjoong told me that the feeling would pass with time as I spent more time away from that crew and what had happened. I thought I would get over it easily but I st-still haven’t. I thought I was but s-seeing her, seeing the taskmaster like that – I don’t know if I’ll ever be over it. I know that Hongjoong tries to be fair with all of us as crew members, he wants to treat us equally, but he doesn’t want to treat me like a weapon. I-I know I shouldn’t but I want it. I want to be treated that way.”

San’s tears fall faster as he admits the heavy words. You reach out with a shaky hand and brush the tears away from one side of his face.

“Why do you want to be treated that way?” You ask through the tension. San shifts, turning his face towards you, and you rest your hand on his other cheek to wipe at the tears there.

“I still think it’s what I deserve. I spent so long hearing it and believing it that it’s all I can think about now. I-I’ve tried to change it, I’ve tried to think about other things, Yunho has tried to help, Seonghwa tried, even Hongjoong tried. I just can’t get those ghosts out of my head no matter how hard I try. That’s – that’s why I was so upset when Hongjoong called you a weapon and when you said that’s all you are. I don’t want anyone to see themselves the way I see myself. At that moment it felt like we were the same person, and I hated that someone else felt what I was feeling because I know how fucking shitty it is.”

“Do you think revenge would help?” Your question comes out after a bit of deliberation, and you immediately gnaw of your lip after asking it.

“I don’t know,” San admits. Your eyes meet. You can see the genuine despair in his eyes, and it nearly breaks your heart in two. “I’m scared of hating myself more than before if I do get my revenge. There won’t be any going back from it if I kill them all. I’m also afraid of regretting it if I don’t do it and take the chance. I j-just don’t know what I want, and that’s almost more terrifying.”

You aren’t sure how to respond to him. You know exactly how he’s feeling, and it hurts your heart to see him going through the same internal struggle you went through before. Instead of words, you keep your hand on his cheek, thumbing over his skin in attempts to comfort him.

“Can I ask you something?” San says after a couple minutes of silence.

“Yea, absolutely.”

“Y-You said that the pardon papers were for someone else. Is it… revenge? Or is it guilt?” The question stops you in your tracks. Your heart clenches in your chest, and you pause your motions on San’s cheek to think over it.

“Guilt,” you admit after a moment. “I already got my revenge, just not the way I wanted.”

“Was it killing the king?”

“Yes.”

“Did it fix things for you?” Again, the question makes you pause and bite at your lip. You look away from San’s wide eyes in favor of eyeing the wall past his shoulder.

“It didn’t fix anything. If anything, it made things worse.”

“A-Ah, I see. Thank you for telling me.”

“You should try to get some rest,” you whisper, forcing a small smile onto your lips. San releases a quiet laugh.

“You need it more than I do.” He stretches a hand out, and the pads of his fingers brush over the bruises across your throat. The touch causes you to shiver, goosebumps rising across your skin. “I’m – I’m not sure why but I feel the need to protect you. I feel guilty that you got hurt by someone I used to know. I feel guilty for not being there sooner. Not noticing you were gone. Just… not being there. I want to – I want to protect you and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Your heart jumps a little before constricting painfully. You need to leave before this goes any further, you need to get out before you get too attached. You don’t want to hurt San but staying now would only make things worse in the long run, and it would make it harder to leave. Perhaps if you weren’t so adamant about leaving, you would lean across the empty space between you and press a kiss to his lips.

Instead, you withdraw your hand from his cheek and roll onto your back.

“You should get some rest, San. I’ll be here.”

Except you won’t. The lie almost hurts. Almost.

San nods in response but doesn’t move. His eyelids flutter shut, and you watch his breathing carefully. It takes too long for his chest to reach a steady pace, but his breathing finally finds a rhythm that you recognize as sleep. You push the sheets back and stand up as slowly and quietly as you can. The bed doesn’t squeak as you get up, but the light from the hallway filters in as you crack the door open. It’s not enough to hit San or wake him up thankfully. You linger in the doorway, eyeing him again.

It almost hurts to leave. Almost.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“What was that one move you did? The kick one?”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.4K

a/n: hi, lovelies! Here’s s cute little Jin fic that shows how Jin/Poopsie easily help each other out when frustrations are growing. Jin is practicing the Dynamite choreo and Poopsie shuts down his self-doubt. I think it shows the easy understanding they have of each other. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy!!

YOUR arms were full as you made your way through the hallway, dodging an employee every once in a while.

During your shift at work, you received a text from your boyfriend saying he was going to be pulling a late night at the dance studio and to not wait up for him. But the thing was, you missed him, and not seeing him that night was just unacceptable.

That’s how you found yourself carrying a couple bags of takeout through the BigHit studios, on a mission to see your man, even if just to watch him dance all night. As you got closer to the room, the sound of their new song humming through the hallway got louder.

Arriving at the studio door, you quietly shoved it open, peeking your head inside to see Hoseok and Jin going over a move. Hoseok saw your reflection in the mirror first, smiling widely as he turned to greet you.

“Ayyy it’s Poopsie!” He shouted as you stepped inside, giggling in return. Jin turned to see you, a wide smile immediately taking over his face.

“Ahhh my Poopsie!” Jin shouted out happily, jogging over to help you with the bags of takeout as Hoseok went to pause the music.

“Is this the disco?” You lamely joked, Jin smiling fondly as Hoseok smiled but shook his head in second-hand embarrassment. “Are we in the stars tonight?” You continued as Jin took the bags from you. He set them on the table next to you as you cheered, “Are we lighting it up like dynamite, fellas?”

Jin chuckled fondly as he placed himself in front of you. “Hi, Sugar Plum,” he greeted just before the music cut out.

“Hi, my love,” you grinned before puckering your lips, Jin leaning in to give you a sweet kiss.

“What are you doing here? You should be home relaxing,” he told you, looking down at your frame to see you were still dressed in your work clothes. “Long day?”

“Not as long as yours,” you told him, pushing his sweat-dampened fringe off his forehead. “Do you mind if I hang out for a while?”

Jin gave you a soft tired smile, shaking his head. “Of course, I don’t mind,” he told you quietly, pressing his lips to yours gently before placing them on your forehead. Wrapping his arms around you, he swayed you side to side cutely as he spun you around to face the other man in the room. “How long were you planning on sticking around? I don’t want to take up your whole night.”

When you tried to pull out of Jin’s hold to look at Hoseok, he held you to him tighter, you straining against him with a groan making your boyfriend giggle. “Shhh,” he shushed, you, “I’m not done hugging you yet.”

Your arms tightened around his waist as you smiled against his body.

“If you think you’ve got it from here, I’ll probably head out to see the missus,” Hoseok said, his voice closer as he approached you both.

“I’m good,” Jin told him, “go ahead.”

You heard rustling as Hoseok must have been packing up his things, shoving them all into his bag. Turning your face to spot the younger man, you saw him come toward you with a wide smile.

“You two take care,” he grinned, bringing his hands to tousle both your hair, you giggling as Jin let out a yell of complaint through a smile. “Don’t let him practice too hard,” he pointed at you, shooting Jin a look as your boyfriend shooed him off.

“I won’t,” you promised, looking at Jin with a smile. “Wait, Hobi,” you called out, your eyes widening, Jin mimicking the expression. In retaliation against his light teasing, you playfully headbutted his shoulder, Jin letting out a laugh of amusement. “Do you want some chicken for the road?”

“Really?” You heard Hoseok ask, making you peer around your boyfriend’s body to nod at him. He broke out into a giddy little dance, wiggling his hips in excitement. You laughed at him as you pulled out of your boyfriend’s hold, this time Jin letting you. Making your way to the bag of food, you pulled out a container of chicken and handed it to Hoseok.

“The whole thing?” He asked, eyes wide in surprise. “That’s too much.”

“I got plenty,” you waved him off. “Take them home to the missus.”

“She’s gonna feel bad,” he told you, already tucking the container under his arm.

“She can pay me back with breakfast next week,” you told him, Hoseok smiling widely as he nodded.

“I’ll tell her that,” he assured you as he started backing away. “Thank you, you’re the best,” he said sincerely as he opened the door, sending you a wave. Exiting the room, he shouted, “Don’t stay here all night!” from the hallway just before the door closed.

Arms suddenly wrapped around your middle from behind, Jin’s chin plopping on your shoulder. “You’re so sweet, love,” he told you, you looking over to see his pouted lips. Bringing a hand to his head, you brushed your fingers through his hair a few times as he leaned in to kiss your neck sweetly. “There better actually be plenty,” he joked, you scoffing.

“You think I’d give all our dinner away?” He asked in mock offense, Jin standing up straight and dragging you closer to the table so he could inspect the food without having to let you go.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I do actually, you’re too nice.” With one arm still wrapped around your waist, he used to other to sift through the food containers, making sure there was indeed enough. “Wah, it looks amazing,” he commented enthusiastically.

Lifting his arm from you, you left a kiss to the inside of his wrist before raising his forearm above your head, spinning yourself under it as Jin watched you fondly. “So,” you started, holding his hand, swinging it back and forth. “Food now or later?”

He took a breath in, thinking as he looked from the vacant wooden floor to the food, repeating the movement of his eyes a few times. With a sigh, he placed his free hand at the back of your head, pulling you to him so he could kiss your forehead quickly.

“I should practice a bit more first, but you can eat, love,” he told you, letting go of your hand as he started toward the speaker. Your gaze followed him across the room, a tinge of sadness making itself known as he started the music up again.

You always admired how much work he put into his job, but it always left you feeling a bit sorrowful as you knew the extra effort was due to his insecurity in his abilities. It seemed he was often the first one in and the last one out. The look on his face upon returning home late from the dance studio or the recording booth always pulled on your heart a bit, because no matter how hard he worked, he himself never felt it was enough.

You took a seat on one of the chairs and watched as your boyfriend got into position for the choreography. Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you shot him a wink sending a shy smile across Jin’s face as he covered his mouth in embarrassed giggling.

“Occupy yourself with something,” he yelled out to you, you shaking your head.

“If you think I’m going to sit here and not watch you, you’re insane,” you told him, leaning forward to further show your interest in his dancing. He let out a groan of complaint but got back into position anyway, shaking his head lightly as his ears tinted with red.

How a person could be as confident as your boyfriend was while still being a big shy cutie was beyond you, but you absolutely adored it. As he started performing the dance, you watched the way his body moved through the steps, appreciating the precision in his transitions from one move to the next. Nobody was claiming that your boyfriend was the best dancer in his group, but you didn’t understand how he could think he wasn’t any good at the art form.

“Ah fuck,” Jin let out in aggravation, going to stop the music. He must have messed a move up, but you didn’t notice it. You stared but didn’t speak as he cut the song off and turned to look in the mirror. He didn’t move, he simply stood there looking at himself.

When he brought his hand to the back of his head, scratching the spot before shaking the hair out, you knew he was getting a little too frustrated. He wouldn’t get mad at you or anything if you spoke up in that moment, but you also didn’t really know what to say. You just knew you wanted to give him a break from his growing stress.

As he started going through the troublesome move at a slower pace without the music, you stood up, reaching into the food containers to grab out a cookie. Sweets fix everything, right? Holding it in your hand you started toward your boyfriend, Jin standing up straight as he watched you approach in the mirror’s reflection. And when you started waving your arm around to flash the cookie at him, he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips.

“Hello my very own World Wide Handsome,” you greeted with a smile.

“Dessert first?” He teased, facing you as you nodded happily.

“Of course, why not? Care to spare me a moment of your time to enjoy this delicious cookie with me?”

“How do you know it’s delicious? You haven’t eaten anything yet,” he pointed out, stepping closer to you.

“And what a travesty that is, you wouldn’t make me wait any longer to eat this, would you, my love?” Jin let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Here,” you gestured to the cookie by holding your hand toward him, Jin stretching his neck and opening his mouth. You smiled, taking the cue as you brought the food up to his mouth, allowing Jin to take a bite.

“Mmmm,” he moaned out, nodding as he chewed the piece.

“Delicious?” You asked with a smile.

“Delicious,” he confirmed through a mumble, his mouth full of the treat. Taking your wrist in his hands, he rotated your hand toward you, guiding you to feed yourself. You continued to take turns eating the cookie, giggling and making sounds in response to its tastiness. Breaking off one last piece, you fed it to your boyfriend as you finished the bit that was still between your fingers.

“You know, I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” you gently told your boyfriend as he finished chewing, wiping your hand on your pants to rid yourself of any crumbs.

Jin sighed, rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder. “I’m not moving fast enough from one move to the next,” he complained with a sigh. “I just want it to look good,” he said, finally meeting your gaze again.

“It will,” you assured him with a nod. “It already does, it’s just,” you shrugged, a small knowing smile causing Jin’s lips to curve upward. “You just don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, you rolling your eyes.

“It’s frustrating!” You yelled through a giggle, Jin nodding.

“Right, and I’m the only one in this room right now who has that problem, right?” He teased, pointing out your habit of doing the same thing he was doing in that moment.

Looking around the otherwise empty room, exaggerating your movements, Jin’s smile grew bigger, his eyes crinkling adorably. “Well yeah, it wouldn’t be me,” you smiled, Jin’s squeaky laughter resounding through the studio. The laugh lifted a weight off your shoulders, allowing you to fall against him, Jin easily wrapping his arms around your back. “You’re an amazing dancer, stop being an asshole to yourself,” you told him.

Kissing the top of your head, he nodded. “Ok, love,” he agreed, soothing a hand over the top of your back. “Should we grab our food and head home?”

“Wait,” you protested, pushing yourself out of his arms, going to the stereo to start the song, scanning through it to find the first chorus. He watched you curiously as he sported a fond but confused smile. “What was that one move you did? The kick one?” You asked, a small laugh leaving Jin’s mouth.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, love.” You shot him a glare, knowing what he was doing, and he shot you a mischievous grin right back. “You might need to show me.”

“You’re such a jerk,” you laughed, starting the music a minute and twenty-some odd seconds into the song. “This part.”

“Still not ringing any bells,” he shrugged, you setting the phone down with a shake of your head.

“Ok, you know what,” you started, pulling your sleeves up your arms, holding a hand up to him. “Now, don’t get jealous of my sick moves, I’m just a natural.” Jin’s laughter sounded through the studio once more just before you bent your knee and snapped your leg in a side kicking motion, absolutely butchering the move, Jin’s laughter only increasing in gasps and squeaks.

Through your own amusement, you managed a lame ending pose and asked, “Well?”

“I still have no idea what move you’re talking about,” he teased you further, you screaming out in embarrassment and frustration, your body moving like a child throwing a tantrum, stomps and all. Jin got his wheezing under control just enough to wave you over and telling you, “get over here, I’ll teach you the move.”

You dragged your feet over to him, a wide smile still stretched across your face. Jin grabbed your hips, pulling you to stand in front of him. As he prepared to show you the dance move, he leaned toward the side of your face.

“I knew what move you were talking about the whole time,” he whispered a teasing admission, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Oh you don’t say,” you said sarcastically, Jin laughing hard again as his hand slid down your thigh, preparing to lift your limb into the right position. “Just teach me the move so I can brag to Hobi later that I got a dance lesson from the best dancer in Bangtan.”

“Wow,” he shook his head in proud astonishment. “That’s my Poopsie.”

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prose-for-hire · 4 years

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Life’s not a movie

Pairing: Spike x fem!chubby!reader

Request: Hello if your requests are still open...how about spike with a chubby reader who is 24 and still a virgin and she is shy and depressed but tries to hide it by acting happy go lucky. She loves his poems and is a good friend to him but she secretly loves him and she finally confesses her feelings to him and he kisses her and it's her first kiss? Maybe they are having a night out as friends which turns into a date when she tells him, and that's how they end up kissing?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Hey, so I wanted to simplify reader’s personality a little because not everyone will be able to access something so specific.

Warnings: Mention of sex. I’ve written her a little insecure about her weight (only vaguely mentioned once) and being a virgin/having not kissed anyone (hope that’s okay).

💖 Don’t worry if you haven’t had these experiences yet either, everyone has their own time for everything !! 💖

You and Spike were walking from opposite directions, with the other on your minds. Things with Spike were nice, he made you feel more human. Which, of course was ironic, because he wasn’t even a little bit human. In physicality, at least.

You smiled when you saw him, giving him a little wave. He enjoyed the way your chubby form didn’t appear to make you second-guess yourself. You appeared confident and more so when he was by your side. He especially liked the way you lit up the area you were in, always so cheery when you greeted him. On the surface, at least.

You were very good friends, so good that everyone already just presumed that you were dating. You spent most evenings with him, sometimes watching crappy tv and other evenings reading while Spike wrote poetry.

Some evenings, if you were really lucky, he would let you read them. Only a few he selected (he was very secretive about certain poems you couldn’t see as they were too intimate). You always gushed about how much you loved them, smiling and rereading them - trying to memorise them.

He wished he could read to you the ones he had hidden sometimes. They spoke of deep, unrequited feelings that longed to be free. Feelings for you. Alas, you had never initiated anything or so much as hinted similar feelings. Besides, he enjoyed having you to himself as a friend at least and couldn’t bear to jeopardise this so he just hadn’t acted on it.

You were meeting to go to the Bronze, neither of you realised the feelings the other harboured, but it didn’t stop you both wanting to spend every waking minute with each other. He loved your tummy. Sometimes you felt perhaps a little too big but to him that was a ridiculous thought. You appeared so soft he often imagined himself wrapping his arms around you and resting a hand there. Maybe rubbing his hand sooothingly while you were watching one of those movies he allowed you to pick from the rental store. He was thinking about this as you both sat down and had realised that he was staring at you. Again.

When you both sat down in a booth, he tried his best not to make his loving gaze so obvious - he had a reputation to uphold after all. To make himself feel better, he moved the conversation to something else. He asked about your younger friends, the Scoobies. He did this often, sometimes to try and figure out if they still thought of him as a threat and other times just because it amused him to hear of the often tumultuous teenage drama that the Slayer and her gang got caught up in.

They were doing their coursework tonight, Willow had called it a study-over - the priority was work, not sleep apparently. You were a lot older than them, having met them by coincidence. You got on with them well, but they were a bit younger than you (and they liked to tell you to stay away from spike a lot). You explained what they were up to to Spike, making him snort at how lame the group that used to ruin all of his evil plots were.

“People at that age should be out shagging anything that bloody moves - not sitting in memorising facts about historical events” He saw you shift slightly uncomfortably and paused, before asking, “What? You don’t agree, love?”

“No- it’s, uh, not that-” You say softly, trying to make your mouth stop forming words. But that plan went out of the window as you started to squirm under his stare and continue bashfully, “I, uh, haven’t actually…”

“What?” he asked, not letting it go. his eyes boring into yours. You sighed, deciding to just say it. Like ripping off a plaster.

“I haven’t had sex, Spike. Okay?” there was an edge to your voice as you snapped, clearly embarrassed.

“That’s alright, love... you, uh, don’t have to do anythin’ you’re not wantin’-” he started to reassure you, still confused as he knew the feelings he had for you - so he knew others must have had such feelings over the years.

“That’s not the problem, I want to have sex I just haven’t- haven’t found anyone. Or, well, no one’s found that they like me…”

“Bollocks!” he cut you off abruptly, “Life’s not a movie, pet… it’s not one of those girly flicks you watch when you think I’m sleepin’ in the afternoon... Life can be messy, it can’t be predicted, no matter what the magic voodoo types ‘round here think… so bloody what if you haven’t shagged a bloke yet-?”

“Spike! You’re talking too loud! People are looking!”

“So fucking what? She’s a virgin!” He said louder, but nobody was really paying much attention to either of you, or they at least had enough manners to act as if they hadn’t before you looked up to check, “Who bloody cares?”

“Me spike. I care” You mutter, embarrassment permeating through every pore, “I haven’t even- I haven’t even kissed anyone” you hissed, deciding you might as well get everything out into the open.

“But you’ve been on a date?” He askedslowly, a little frown. You shook your head, no. He was confused. Someone like you he was convinced someone would have taken you out years ago. You were smart, funny and very sweet. He had been convinced you had a boyfriend and cursing this imaginary man as he had been missing you recently. Not realising that you had been trying to sort through your feelings for him.

He shrugged, looked you in the eyes, grabbed your hands from across the table and knew exactly what he needed to do.

“Let’s make this a date then”

“No- Spike you don’t-” you started to

“No arguments. I want to, love. Beautiful woman on my arm for the entire evening – make all the buggers jealous and you can say you’ve been on a date” He grinned, as if this hadn’t been an in-the-moment decision. He moved around the table making sure not to give you any room. Sitting beside you and watching your every move. He leaned in, moving his hand from yours to the small of your back as he whispered into your ear.

“Drink?” he asked, just the one word making the hair on the back of your neck raise as you shivered, hoping that he didn’t notice as he got up from his seat.

“Yeah - please. Could I have-”

“I know my girl’s order” he said with a wink. You smiled not able to help yourself enjoying the interaction but a light frown on your brow as he walked off. He exhaled an unneeded breath as he went, thinking about what he had just said, about how he wished you were his.

You continued to frown a little, mulling over how he could switch to flirting so easily. It worried you, how easily he could pretend. He had very obvious feelings for you, but you took it as him feeling sorry for you.

When he returned, he set your favourite drink in front of you before he slipped his hand back over yours, resting it there gently. He was ecstatic, he had been dreaming of becoming closer to you for a while now and he finally had a chance, even if it was under the guise of a friend helping a friend out.

You stayed there for a little while, Spike making small talk asking you questions that he tried to pretend weren’t probing as you sat together before your insecurity got the better of you.

“I do-don’t think I can do this. It’s too hard” You say suddenly, looking down at his hand on yours. You released your hand from his and getting up to leave. He takes your wrist, pulling you back to him but your face tells him he needs to let go. Hot tears were threatening to spill and a thick lump in your throat almost choking you. He was confused, why were you reacting that way? Was he that repulsive to you?

You move to get some fresh air, each intake of the cold night having you wishing that you could just swallow up Sunnydale in its entirety. Take it from the map and leave a crater in it’s place. No more embarrassment, no more admitting that you’re a virgin. That nobody had even appeared to want to kiss you before. That you had never had the confidence to make a move yourself. A happy coincidence being that if you swallowed the town there would be no more hell mouth and demons.

You could start fresh, nobody feeling sorry for you or pretending to care to make you feel better. You appreciated Spike and what he had been trying to do. Helping out a friend. But you so desperately wanted him your heart had started to ache with every accelerated beat.

He had followed you, taking your jacket from where it had been draped on the chair behind you that you had left when you got up. He draped it over your large shoulders, his hand lingering on your back before moving.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked quietly, leaning against the wall as you stared into the night. You shook your head, there was a pause before everything started to bubble over and your feelings started to tumble from your mouth.

“It’s like those poems you write, Spike. The feelings you conjure I can’t fake. I like you and this is cruel, almost worse than having never been on a date because I want it to be real and it’s just not it-it’s theatre. It’s you feeling pity – just helping out a friend-” you rushed out, each word crashing into the next.

“Hey, slow down, pet” He halted you, “Bloody motor-mouth” he muttered, with a shake of his head. A ghost of a smile on your lips. He often called you that, but for gushing about something you really enjoyed. It was a term of endearment, “That – in there was the most honest I’ve been with you. I wanted all of that… I wanted more” he admitted softly. The same voice he reserved for discussing the most romantic feelings his poetry had revealed.

He knew you had been platonic for a long time, missing all of the signs that you liked him back until now. He looked at you, a silent conversation between you. You could almost hear his mind screaming out for you as he pulled you into him.

His eyebrow quirked, ensuring he hadn’t read the wrong signals. If he was honest, he had been waiting for this for a very long time. Since before even your friendship had suddenly developed he had that feeling of concentrated affection for you that he knew was leading to this. He could only hope that this was where it could end up.

You barely started to nod your approval before he pulled you crashing your mouth into his. He kissed you hungrily, your soft lips a beautiful sensation that had only been fantasy until recently. Despite the evident passion, there was an undercurrent of understanding. A hint of sweet amongst it all that told you it was still spike, the man that had written those words. Words that now made perfect sense. His poetry only now making sense to you as you felt it. You were connected to him so intimately and you were sure his poetry had now been about affection for you. You couldn’t fake something like this.

The kiss was special, you had thought you would be nervous, unsure what you were doing as it was so new to you. But it was perfect, your lips moving with his in a way that you were sure meant this was destiny. All of the stars aligning and pointing towards the spot that you were kissing under.

You realised that you hadn’t been doing anything with your hands, they had been suspended in mid-air as if you were worried to reach and contact his skin your hands would go straight through him, revealing that he was merely a spectre. This moment being too good to be true. You were half convinced that he would be a hallucination, not corporeal to the touch.

It was like a dream, but it was better than any you had ever thought up. His skin on yours. The way he lingered against your chubby curves in adoration, as if he had never been allowed to touch something so precious. The kiss deepened and you didn’t have time to worry if you were doing anything right, you were wrapped up in how good this felt. The heightened feelings mingling with just how much you cared for the vampire that was now press himself against you as close as he could physically get.

One of his hands had been in your hair, the other at your hip until he realised your hands hadn’t touched him. He smirked into the kiss, remembering that you hadn’t done this before. His hands moved, gliding along your soft skin, leaving goose-bumps as he made his way to where your hands were still tentatively waiting to catch up with your brain. He moved your hands and guided you to rest on him, his eyes scrutinising your face as he did.

You smiled, breathless, wrapping your arms around him further and nestling to rest your head on his shoulder. He ran his hands along your shapely form before resting against your waist. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his body under your hands. Neither of you had to say anything. You knew it was the start of something, it was rising in both of your chests.

That kiss was definitely worth the wait.

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salandition · 4 years

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Dizzy

Leon/Male!Reader

Summary: When you stop making the room spin, an unsettling whistle leaves your lips and Leon slowly backs away from you as you keep stalking toward him- and all of a sudden he’s aware of the feeling you’ve been giving him the entire night. Something intoxicating that makes him feel like prey.

Warnings: Rated T. Consumption of alcohol, making out while inebriated, and sexual themes, but no smut. Just a lot of tension and dancing.

A/N:My first Leon fic! Hoo hoo! I wasn’t sure how I felt about making my first fic a male insert, and I juggled with the idea of making it gender neutral instead, but the narrative of a male reader fit better. Plus. I am... very gay for Leon, and I wanted to indulge. SO i hope you all don’t mind the assigned gender in this fic!

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Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the atmosphere- the dancing, the bodies pressing against each other, the neon lighting flashing in the dark room, painting everyone's skin with its fantastical colors. Maybe it was the music that Leon could feel in his core as he was tossed around the crowd, from person to person, his hair sticking to his sweaty neck that glowed pink and blue.

But something was happening. There was a certain energy in the air, buzzing around the entire bar, and it lit Leon aflame, stumbling and falling as he tried to keep up with it. Keep up with you.

You felt untouchable. You looked ethereal- your body and your voice that swayed with the lyrics you sang on stage, guitar in your arms strumming chords that Leon felt vibrate through his spine. Your eyes that trailed him up and down-

Everything about you was so intoxicating that it might be dangerous .

Raihan was the one that suggested they go out tonight. ‘To loosen up,’ his friend had said. Leon didn’t think he needed to loosen up, he felt just fine, but spending a night out drinking and relaxing with friends didn’t sound like a bad idea. And Nessa had insisted that she ‘knew a place’. The perfect place, apparently.

That’s what led Leon underground in Spikemuth, to a bar he had no idea even existed; and at first, it was fine. The group sat at their private little booth in the corner because Leon had a reputation of being seen and ruining the vibe with his fans, not that anyone would admit that out loud (besides maybe Raihan). But this place was special. It was dark in the bar, the only light provided was from the neon lamps placed on bar tables, the rings that people wore, and the poles and stands that were on the stage in the back.

When Leon asked what the stage was for, Raihan said they liked to play music. It wasn’t much later after that when things started to turn.

The drinks the bar served were full of flavor. Citrusy and sweet, lulling you into a false sense of security that you weren’t really drinking that much alcohol. They seemed to glow as well, leaving your teeth a sticky color, which Leon had laughed at when he first saw it.

It didn’t seem as funny when it was used against him.

The champion had gone to the bar alone, ordering the next round of drinks for his table. He was feeling confident with the dark atmosphere and the fact that no one had noticed or pulled him aside yet. The confidence seemed to falter when the bartender asked him what he wanted, and he realized he didn’t know the names of their glowy-type sweet drinks, and it was too dark to read a menu. If a menu even existed.

That’s when someone had slipped behind him. He could feel someone’s chest lightly touching his back as they leaned over, placing a hand on the bar counter beside him. The champion bristled but didn’t say anything as he turned around, expecting it to be Raihan messing with him-

Instead, he met your eyes, and that’s when the fire in his belly started.

You didn’t meet his gaze. Your teeth were glowing, like his, and your lips were stained and smeared with purple as you listed several words he wasn’t familiar with to the bartender, and suddenly the man was working, his hands busy as he whipped up several drinks.

That’s when you looked down at Leon, and he felt like his throat was suddenly drier than it should be.

“Are you new?” You asked him quietly, only for Leon to hear, and Leon felt the need to suddenly shiver.

“Ah- I suppose it’s obvious, isn’t it?” He laughs lightly, joking at his clear inexperience with the bar, and your teeth disappear when you smile at him.

“Just a tad. I don’t mind lending you a hand, though. You should have a good time, this place can get overwhelming,” you lean a little closer, making Leon feel the heat radiating off your body, and it’s making him sweat, “if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Leon opens his mouth, but no words come out. Thankfully, he’s saved by the bartender, who places several different drinks on a tray and puts it on the counter. You smile again and push the tray toward him, and Leon looks at you in confusion before reaching back for his wallet.

You’re already close enough that you easily stop him by placing a warm hand on his arm. “It’s on me. Bring the drinks to your friends.” You lead his hand to the tray, and you finally take a step away from Leon, giving him room to breathe. Leon really shivers then by the sudden shift in temperature- he was suddenly much colder than before. “Have a good time, new boy,” you told him with a wink, and suddenly you disappeared as if you were never there at all.

Like a figment of his imagination.

Leon tried his best to shake it off. If you were real, you were certainly strange. The aura you carried and the way you talked to him-

No one ever talked to him like that.

But, again, he shakes it off. He brings the tray of drinks to his friends, all who holler and cheer when he returns. When Sonia asks what took him so long, he doesn’t know what to say, so he just hands her a drink instead.

Raihan gives him a look, and Leon ignores it.

Things start to fall back like they were before. Leon laughs, he jokes, he wrestles with Raihan. Ordinary things for a night out. And then, finally, people start to set up on the stage. Somehow it gets even darker in the club, but the light stands that surround the borders of the stage glow brighter.

You step onto the platform, electric bass in your hand, and you go right for the microphone in the center. Leon once again feels his throat dry up when he sees you, for reasons that he really can’t find the right words to explain.

Music starts to play, slow and sweet and alluring. Leon can’t help but ask because he can’t seem to tear his eyes away- “who is that?”

“Him? That’s ___,” Nessa replies, resting her head in her hand as she looks at the stage. Her body naturally sways to the beat. “Him and his band play here a lot. Not sure about the name of the band because they never really announce themselves. They don’t really have a schedule either. They just come up and play, and no one says anything. They’re really good, though.”

Hm.

The slow beat only lasts for so long. The bass players behind you and the drummer all start to amp up, and eventually, your voice comes through the speakers of the club. “It’s about time we livened things up, don’t you think?” The patrons of the clubs all woot and cheer, making you laugh. “Mm, I thought so. Alright. I want to see some of you pulling your best moves, then.”

You strum your guitar, and the mood changes.

Here I am, tied and bound,

Every night, feeling low,

Bad days come back whatever,

Raihan chuckles from beside Leon as his head starts to bob to the beat, and Sonia wiggles out of her seat. “We should get up and dance!” She suggests, and Nessa seems to agree as she leaves the booth.

Leon doesn’t want to dance, not really, but he’s basically torn from his seat and pulled into the crowd by his friends as they all begin to move with the beat. The lights on the stage begin to glow and change color, reflecting on the sea of people in waves, bouncing and sinking into sweaty skin as Leon keeps his eyes on you.

In the sun I bathe, in everyday light,

You draft me down for a split second tomorrow,

What am I supposed to do?

Somehow, your eyes find his. They stay on him, bore into him as you sing, even as Nessa twirls him around and laughs at how distracted he is.

I know you would make me happy,

Girl, I found my way out,

I found it at last now I’m sober

Oh-oo-oooo-

Your eyes practically shine as your head raises high,

Let’s go!

The bass guitars thrum loudly and everyone enjoys the rift, and Leon’s forced to tear his eyes away as he dances and laughs when Sonia nearly trips, falling into Raihan instead, and then he twirls her across the floor until she falls into Nessa’s arms and the two start to dance in sync together.

Leon distracts himself with the music. He tries to ignore the feeling of your eyes burning into him as the music continues, gets louder, vibrates through him just like your voice had done to him earlier. He lets himself enjoy the sweat and exhaustion that comes from dancing so much, the ache in his feet- he thrives in it.

You had told him to enjoy himself, hadn’t you?

His cheeks hurt from how much he was laughing and smiling, and he starts to forget about your purple-stained lips, but then you did something unexpected.

The songs you and your band made, easy to dance to, come to a quiet, and Leon had noticed how you removed your guitar and set it to the side. Music comes again as you walk up to the mic with a whistle, but the intense beat had him stopping in his steps to stare up at you. Slowly your hands went around the mic as you sing,

Woke up in the morning feelin’ cynical, typical,

Tryin’a rub the sleep out of my bloodshot eyes,

Did I just die? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,

You smile as you take the mic away from the stand, but your eyes remain somewhat neutral and cold as you look out to the crowd.

I’ve been feelin’ self-destructive, but I love it,

I can’t help myself- your taste is so seductive,

Leon’s surprised when you hop off the stage, the line of the microphone following behind you as you twirl the wire between your fingers, but no one else seems to think it’s strange. Maybe you do it often. Naturally, people move out of your way as you continue to sing, but Leon finds himself frozen in place.

I’m feelin’...

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

And you’re headed right for him.

Somehow, he felt like he should have predicted it from how your eyes bore into him as he swayed and danced to your voice. But now? Again he realizes he doesn’t feel like dancing, but you reach for his arm just like before and pull him toward you anyway, making him twirl with you, everyone’s eyes on the two of you.

He doesn’t see them, and neither do you. The two of you are too busy twirling, twirling, twirling.

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind, you sing,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

When you stop making the room spin, an unsettling whistle leaves your lips and Leon slowly backs away from you as you keep stalking toward him- and all of a sudden he’s aware of the feeling you’ve been giving him the entire night.

Something intoxicating that makes him feel like prey.

Frontin’ about my day, I’m feelin’ criminal, habitual,

I try to hide my pain behind a broken smile, so out of style,

Leon keeps backing up until his heel meets a surface- the stage. He backs up as far as he can against it, and you reach for him again, your hand smoothly running against his stubbled jaw as you move in close. Close enough that he can feel that same heat from before, the kind that makes him want to shiver.

Your hand holds his jaw, keeps him in place as your chest's touch and the microphone is the only thing keeping you away from his lips as you stare deep into his golden eyes.

I’ve been feelin’ self destructive, but I love it,

I can’t help myself, your taste is so seductive,

The tension is left unresolved as you pull on him again, away from the stage, and once again, you spin with him.

I’m feelin,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- on my mind, can’t rewind,

Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy- all the time, that’s my life,

At the end of your chorus, you wink at him again and send him flying, twirling toward the crowd and right into Raihan’s lean, firm chest. You meander around the crowd some more as you sing, but after that, you eventually hop back on the stage to finish your song.

Leon, to put it simply, is out of breath, but you don’t look affected in the slightest. Maybe because it’s your job. Maybe because you're from another planet?

“Holy shit, man,” Raihan laughs from behind Leon as he grabs the Champion’s arms, twirling him once again, and Leon thinks he might just vomit if someone makes him spin like that one more time. “What the hell was that?”

The song isn’t over, but he can’t even hear it anymore as he’s swarmed by his friends. Nessa looks blown away. “We can’t take you anywhere, can we?” She laughs.

“Apparently not!”

“Har har,” Leon groans, a hand moving to clasp his sweaty forehead. “I think that’ll be enough dancing for me.” Behind him, he’s mildly aware of someone messing with his hair, and suddenly it feels a bit cooler as his hair is tied up into a ponytail, away from his neck and shoulders. Half his mind still intact, he reaches behind him, clasps a hand that feels like Raihan’s and squeezes it as a form of thanks- and then he’s stumbling away, back to his booth where he can catch his breath.

Time swirls in his head unsteadily, his head throbbing with the beat of drums and electronic noise. Leon still feels so hot- a heat in his belly that’s swirling and twirling and making him woozy. Resting in the booth he undoes a few buttons on his dress shirt, just wanting to cool down, but his tight pants keep him constricted and sweating.

Cool down. Leon just wants to cool down.

Blurry visions of purple lips and teeth cloud up his mind, and his pants are so tight, and a painfully unfamiliar and alluring voice still bounces in his skull. He hardly even notices when imaginary becomes reality as you eventually sit next to him in the booth, your hand on his thigh, and your chest pressed against his arms as you flash those bright teeth at him again. Weren’t you singing on stage? When did you leave? Where were his friends?

Are you really real?

He wants you to prove it to him.

Your laughter rings out, and suddenly you’re closer than before, and his disoriented mind hardly cares when your hands wander around his form. Purple lips press softly against his own, probably stained another hideously lovely color, but Leon’s so hot that it feels like a fever as his body moves to straddle you and he kisses you again. Again.

Something pulls on the loose strands of hair spilling out of his ponytail, and he moans, and then his hair is pulled once more- harder- and there’s a tongue in his mouth that tastes like razzberries.

Are you real?

Your lips trail against his jaw, hands holding his hips firmly- when did you get under his shirt? Leon can feel warm breaths on his ear, and there’s a whisper that rings through his hazy, clouded mind.

“I’ll prove it to you.”

It sounds like music.

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Waking up wasn’t pleasant when it felt like you were only waking up to a nightmare.

His dreams- he had barely dreamt- but his dreams were fuzzy and warm, pleasant. Nothing like the painful throb that he woke up to, thrumming through his whole body and his skull. The Champion doesn’t even have the pleasure of waking up in his own home.

When he opens his eyes, he sees that he’s in a living room of some sort, but he’s never been to this place before.

Which begs the question of how he got here at all. He has a feeling it’s not because of his horrible sense of direction- especially when he moves up from where he was sleeping on the couch and the blanket draped over him pools in his lap, letting him see the various marks that scatter across his body.

Hickies, love marks, predatory bites. Call them what you will.

There’s a lot of them.

“I see the Champion is finally awake,” a voice that’s only vaguely familiar cuts through his thoughts. Leon looks up, finding a blurry form of a body in a doorway. He can’t make out who it is, but when they step closer, his mind quickly catches up and does the math for him.

It’s you- that singer from last night. No longer bathed in neon lights, you look dramatically different- especially because you’re wearing a loose shirt and no pants, and Leon can easily see the bright marks scattered on you just like they’re on him.

He must have done that. To you.

“You know,” you speak up again, breaking Leon out of his thoughts. You move to sit carefully on the coffee table placed in front of the couch he’s on. You keep your distance, and the gesture is appreciated in the back of Leon’s mind. “I was surprised when I woke up this morning. I had no idea it was you.”

“You didn’t?” His voice is croaky and dry, and that’s when you hand him the glass of water that he hadn’t noticed you were carrying, along with two white pills that are probably aspirin.

“To be fair, the club is really dark. And I had already had a few drinks in me when I went up on stage.” You watch as Leon chugs the water you gave him. “But I was miles more sober than you were. I should have noticed.”

The information doesn’t make him feel better. There’s an uncomfortable feeling spreading through him from his gut, making his shoulders tense-

“We didn’t do anything,” you say. “Besides making out and all that. You were certainly tempting with how eager you acted,” you smile impishly at him, chuckling, “but I knew you were also out of your mind. Nothing happened besides some innocent grinding. You passed out on my couch, too, after a while. Woke up again and threw up all over yourself, but I cleaned that up. Should probably shower when you get home, though.”

Leon blinks once, twice, three times as he processes the information you gave him. There’s a chance you could be lying. The Champion hardly remembered anything from last night, just flashes. But when he looks at you, sitting half-naked as you twiddle nervously with your hands in your lap, he feels like he can believe you.

Especially the throwing up part. His stomach feels unsteady enough that he can certainly believe that part.

“...Thank you for doing that for me,” Leon murmurs eventually. “Do you… have any idea where my clothes are?”

“Ah,” you nod and stand up, hands on your thighs. “Yes, I had put them in the dryer earlier. Since you threw up on your clothes and all that. I’ll go see if they’re done.”

You leave for a separate room, leaving Leon alone in your living room. His head is still throbbing, but the aspirin is slowly kicking in.

As he slowly starts to assess the situation he’s in, the only words he can find to describe it is… odd. Very odd.

Getting drunk and making out with strangers isn’t like him. Especially male strangers. Especially coming home with said male strangers.

So what happened that made him so drawn to you, anyway? Leon honestly doesn’t know. You were attractive, that’s for sure.

Maybe he was lonely. Desperate.

He doesn’t get to think more about it because soon you walk into the room again- wearing some shorts this time- his clothes in your hand as you smile at him.

Your teeth aren’t glowing purple anymore, but there’s still a tint to them that makes him huff out a chuckle as he takes his clothes from your hand, murmuring a thank you as he does. You also hand him his phone, which he hadn’t even thought about until he saw it.

Turning the screen on, he sees a headache of messages waiting for him, so he turns it off for now.

“So where, uh… Am I, exactly?” He asks you as he puts his shirt back on, fumbling with the buttons. You sit back down on the coffee table.

“My apartment in Spikemuth, not that far from the bar. I know you’re pants with directions, so I can help you head back to Wyndon if you’d like. But I,” you look away from him again, and Leon notices how you twirl your hands in your lap again, “uh, I understand if you probably would like to head home by yourself, too.”

It clicks in Leon’s head then. For someone who acted so confidently last night, the confidence that lured Leon in to begin with- you were oddly cute once you were pulled into the light. It’s almost endearing.

Leon doesn’t reply in favor for shuffling on his pants instead- you glance away and hide your eyes with your hand as you do, which Leon audibly chuckles at since there’s not much for him to hide that you haven’t seen already, but he appreciates it none the less.

Instead of replying to your request, he asks a question. “What’s your name?” Your eyes meet his, and he smiles in a fluster. “I never really caught it last night. If I did- well- I forgot.”

“Right,” you nod and you don’t look like you mind. “The name’s ___.”

“___,” He tests the name on his lips. It sounds a bit familiar- so perhaps he did learn your name last night. “Well, ___. To be quite honest, last night was very unlike me. I’m a bit out of my comfort zone,” he says, and now his own hands are twirling around. “But I’d appreciate the invitation to get to know who I was smooching on last night if you’re willing to chat as we head to Wyndon.”

Your eyes light up in surprise- perhaps you weren’t expecting that. Again, the word ‘cute’ crosses his mind, especially when you smile at him. That was the most familiar thing- your smile and how you managed to still send anxious twirls in his stomach. It was odd…

“Yeah- that’d be nice. I’ll get changed and- well- you probably want to use my hairbrush. And maybe we can slap some make-up on your neck, too,” you laugh as you stand, Leon following close behind as you lead him to your bathroom.

Yes, the feeling you made him feel was odd… But not bad.

Not bad at all, really.

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prettyboyreid · 4 years

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visions

Mr. Scratch, expecting Aaron Hotchner, ends up face to face with the reader at Dr. Regan’s home.

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of blood, drugging, knife violence

Word Count: 3.7k

I wouldn’t say that I knew Dr. Regan well. I repeated that to Hotch more times than I could count as I pleaded with him to let me go with the rest of the team to her house. My mother had known her when I was a child and I attended a few dinner parties with her. I didn’t know her well at all. I could watch him scanning my face as we got to the elevators of the BAU before he nodded, finally allowing me to go along with him.

It was a silent car ride for the two of us. I strapped on my bullet proof vest in the passenger seat while the unit chief sped down the Virginia streets towards a house I almost didn’t recognize once he pulled into the driveway. I pulled my gun from the holster once the SUV had come to a full stop, pushing open the car door before heading towards the front entryway. Hotch signaled that he would make his way around the back, just to make sure we didn’t have any other exterior threats. I nodded softly, knocking softly on the door before pushing it open slowly.

“Dr. Regan? FBI,” I called out cautiously, my gun pointed at the floor as I peered around the room for a moment. Once I could tell it was clear, I held the firearm upward as I made my way into the foyer.

“In here, Agent Y/L/N. In the study,” an almost unfamiliar voice called out. I cautiously followed the sound of her voice, my eyes darting to every inch of the room before slowly inching forward.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she added. I almost didn’t pay attention to anything that came out of her mouth, only worried that no one else was there to harm her. I was doing my job.

I thought I was doing my job.

I had finally reached the study after a few moments of stalking through her house, peering around her for a moment before I noticed the blade she held to her throat.

“He wanted you to see this.”

I didn’t even have time to react. I had lowered my weapon and practically sprinted towards her, but she moved the blade much quicker than I could move. She fell to the ground at my feet. I leaned down instinctively and pressed two fingers to where her pulse point was, letting out a sigh as I felt nothing. I stood up, leaning into the vest to tell Hotch what had just happened, before the stench of sage flooded my senses. It was strong, much more than the plant usually would smell.

I held my weapon up again as I made my way into the living room that attaches to the study, doing my best to stifle any coughs and sniffles that threatened my sinuses. Once the room seemed clear, I sat down on the sofa to try and gather my bearings. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to comprehend the whole situation before a soft voice buzzed in my ear. It was barely above a whisper, but repeated the same sentence over and over again.

“You’ll see what I want you to see.”

I gripped tighter onto my gun as I looked around the room again, my vision slowly blurring once I checked behind the couch. My body soon felt limp, my limbs barely able to move on their own. I tried to stand, but my knees buckled at the very thought of moving one step. The second I hit the ground, I let out a quiet groan before leaning against the couch as best as I could.

My eyes scanned over the decorative room all over again, until everything had watered out. All I could rely on was what the voice repeated to me faster than I could take a breath.

“You’ll see what I want you to see.”

I soon felt someone else’s presence next to me, sitting on the sofa as close to me as possible. I noticed the repetitive phrase getting louder once the person was beside me, my hands barely strong enough to reach my eyes and rub them until my vision cleared once again before they heavily dropped into my lap. I tried to grab for my gun, only to find out it had been missing from the holster.

When did I take my gun out?

Why did I take my gun out?

I carefully craned my neck up towards the somewhat shadowy figure next to me, seeing a face that I couldn’t place. His dark brown hair spiked up in the front, and his square face was only accented with a pair of beady eyes and a taunting grin hidden behind a mask.

“You’ll see what I want you to see.”

“Wh… what do you want me to... to see?” I asked, my words slurring together as if I were intoxicated. My mind swam as I found myself finally able to focus on the man beside me, who looked as if he were deciding my fate, that he held it in his coarse hands.

And I hated to think that that was true.

“Tell me, Agent Y/L/N, what do you think of Dr. Spencer Reid?” he asked, his voice raspy through the mask that kept him from the state I was in. He stood up for a brief moment before he crouched down beside me. His hands traced down my features as he spoke, doing my best to snake out of his touch. The only word to describe the feel of his hands on me was dirty.

“He’s… he’s my partner,” I breathed out, my lungs feeling tight in my rib cage, burning for fresh air that I wouldn’t find in the small, confined house. He tutted at my response, obviously expecting something more of it.

“Is that all he is, though, Agent? You live in his apartment, last I checked. And, as if that’s not enough, you seemed pretty happy last weekend on your date to a little Italian restaurant where you had your first date. Am I wrong, Agent Y/L/N?” he prodded, grabbing my jaw as he forced me to look at him. At just the mention of Spencer, it was hard for me to not think of what he had asked me.

“I really hope you’re in the mood for Italian,” he had told me, one of his hands entwined with my own as the other fidgeted in his pocket. He had always been awkward, sure, but he looked downright anxious at this moment.

He led me into the restaurant, the warm string lights and the scent of pasta and freshly baked bread welcoming the two of you.

“Um, hi. Two for Dr. Spencer Reid,” he said to the hostess, squeezing my hand softly as his eyes seemed fixated on anything that stood in front of him. Once the hostess grabbed two menus, she nodded for us to follow her. He quickly followed behind the younger woman, almost as if he was worried the table wouldn’t be there when we arrived if we moved any slower. I ran my thumb across his knuckles, doing my best to try and relieve whatever nerves he was keeping bottled up inside of him. He let out a soft sigh as the waitress set the menus on a circular table that was surrounded by a circular booth, giving us a small smile before she headed back to her station.

Spencer let me slide in first, as always, before he made his way in next to me. He leaned back into the soft cushioning and let out a heavy sigh, yet his leg still bounced beneath the table.

I scooted closer to him before resting my hand just above his knee, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked him cautiously, not wanting to pressure him into telling me anything if he was feeling uncomfortable. He blinked a few times before turning to me, as if he had entranced himself into his thoughts once again.

“Hm? No, I-I’m fine. I’m just… I’ve got a lot on my mind, is all,” he explained, resting his hand on my leg before squeezing it reassuringly. I gave him a soft smile before nodding, looking through the menu before our waitress would arrive.

The dinner was sweet. He made a joke about how we had ordered the same thing we had on our first date, down to the drinks and appetizers. We hardly talked about work at all, which was such a relief given the past month we had just had. We got back two days ago from a case we’d been away on for three weeks in Montana, and it was draining, to say the very least. Frankly, the both of you were just happy to be home for a bit. You talked about your families, memories, and anything you could possibly think of. It was one of those dates with him that you knew you’d always cherish. Especially when he turned his full attention to you, taking both of your hands in his much larger ones.

“I know it hasn’t been very long - three years, five months, and sixteen days - but god it feels like it’s been forever since the first time I asked you out. I know it seems so silly, but I knew I wanted to marry you the second I sat down at this booth with you. I never want to be away from you. I couldn’t help but think this week that I would have gone out of my mind if I didn’t have you with me during that case. And I just knew that I couldn’t ever worry about you being away from me again.” He carefully took his hands off of mine, quickly fumbling into his pocket before taking out a small, navy blue velvet box. He carefully flipped it open, making sure he didn’t alter the gift he had waiting for me before turning it to me. Inside was a silver ring with a diamond band, and a much larger diamond on top of it. He took it out of the box and handed it to me, which is when I noticed a small inscription on the inside of the band: I love you, always. Spence.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Hey!”

The muffled raspy voice knocked me out of the memory, blinking a few times before I looked back up at him. I partially expected to see Spencer there, instead only seeing the man who had been keeping me company during my delirious state. God, I really wish it was Spencer.

“It is so much more than that, isn’t it? He’s not just your partner, Agent,” he taunted, standing up and moving out of my immediate line of sight. I tried to look around for him, but my head just leaned back onto the cushions of the couch. “So, you probably trust him with your life, don’t you?” His voice seemed to distance farther and farther away from me, even the distance he placed between us taunting me and how inebriated I felt.

“Can he trust you with his?”

The front door pushed open loudly, and the familiar voice that immediately soothed me called out. “Y/N?” I let out a heavy sigh, sitting up carefully as I tried to look for him.

“Spence! I’m in here,” I called out as loud as I could, though it only sounded like a heavy breath to me. The sound of quick footsteps approached towards the living room, and the sight of my fiance let relief wash over me.

“Spence... Spence, he went out the back,” I murmured out as he knelt down in front of me, his hands ghosting above mine. He looked over my face to see if I had been hurt, but he quickly deduced that I’d just been gassed, just like all of the other victims we had been able to find.

“Morgan’s going to take care of it. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? Can you stand up?” he asked me softly, carefully adjusting his stance so he was on his feet. He was about to reach out for my hands to help me up before the sound of a gun clicking came from behind him, a shadowy figure pressing the metal chamber to the back of his head.

“No, no, no,” I whispered, watching as his face twitched from worried to scared. One of the things you knew he hated most about his job was that he was always put in the line of fire. This just was never something he had in mind.

“Y/N…” he said back to me in the same tone. I could tell he was trying to keep me calm more than himself; he knew that I’d be the one who’d suffer the most in a few moments. Typical of him - always thinking of someone else’s well being before his own.

He had opened his mouth to say something else, and I was almost positive I knew what he wanted to say, but the sound of the gun ringing out through my ears and his body falling into my lap made everything else go numb. I couldn’t hear or feel anything. I was petrified to the point where I was frozen in place. I couldn’t move even if I had wanted to.

“No... no, no, no, no, no…” I repeatedly whispered to him, my arms trying to cradle him the best that I could from my position and from how weak I was still rendered.

I wanted to take the last moment back desperately, wishing it had been myself instead. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, and I was now holding it, trying to figure out how I was going to ever go on without it. I let out a few choked sobs I had been holding back, trying to pull his body closer to me, wanting to try and fix him and help him.

All I wanted to do right now was help him.

Why couldn’t I have helped him?

“Tell me, Agent, should he trust you?”

Spencer’s POV

As soon as the SUV had pulled up to the house, I was out of the vehicle and making my way towards the house before Hotch stopped me.

“We don’t know what it’s like in there. Her com went dead minutes after she went in. If he’s in there, he’s probably drugged her,” he explained to me calmly.

I never could understand how he could be so calm in these situations, especially when it came to the people he cared the most about.

“We have two masks in each car. You need to take one if you want to go in there,” he told me. I quickly made my way back to the passenger side of the car and dug through the kits we always kept on hand, frantically digging through it until I found one of the masks. I slipped it on over my head before removing my gun from my holster.

“Were you ever able to get a visual?” I asked our unit chief as we made our way to the front door that was left just barely ajar. That was a good sign, at least; the gas would be able to filter out more quickly if it had been open the entire time.

“Negative, but I heard something from the back living room a while ago. It sounded like yelling but I can’t be sure,” he informed me, putting on the mask he had gotten from the car he and Y/N had taken here.

I paused for a moment before pushing the door open, peering around the corner before Hotch and I silently made our way into the threshold of the house. Aaron pushed his way in front of me to take the lead, knowing it was best for him to be able to assess the situation first. I couldn’t say I disagreed with him this time.

He looked around the corner once again before leading me through the foyer and the study, each step more cautious than the last. His gun was kept pointed at a sharp angle, ready to take any shot he would have to make. Once we had gotten to the living room, all we could hear was soft murmurs coming from the couch. Hotch looked around the corner in time to see the unsub escaping through a back door, chasing after him.

Once I made sure that he was taken care of, I quickly made my way over to my fiance, watching as she rocked herself back and forth with tears spilling from her eyes. I quickly holstered my gun before kneeling down in front of her.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” I heard a soft voice whispering to me. At some point I had closed my eyes, doing my best to keep myself from crying and having to look at what had just happened. Once I opened them, everything had faded away, from the limp body in my lap to the last crimson drop that had fallen onto my skin. I looked up and saw a worried Spencer, tugging off a mask covering most of his face. His hands rested on my shoulders as he looked to see if I was alright, not just physically.

“You’re okay?” I sniffled softly, my hands holding onto his shoulders as I struggled to find the balance I needed to stand up. His arms went around my waist to help me up, pausing for a moment when I was finally on my feet to make sure I was steady before looking down at me again.

“Yeah, princess. I’m okay,” he reassured me, somehow knowing it was just the thing that I needed to hear (if my facial expressions didn’t already tell him that). “Are you okay?” he asked softly, one of his hands cupping my jaw, his touch delicate as if he was afraid I’d break if he applied too much pressure.

“I-I think so,” I said, looking down at myself before looking back up into his amber eyes. I breathed out a heavy sigh, my body practically becoming limp all over again.

“It was so real, Spence. I th-thought that he…” I stuttered over my words, not even sure how to explain what had just happened to me. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to find the words for it.

He wrapped his arms around me carefully yet protectively once he noticed tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head as my face buried itself in the center of his chest. His hand smoothed out my hair gently, carefully swaying the two of us back and forth to calm me down.

We stood there for a while. I’m not really sure how long. When I finally pulled away with a shaky breath, I couldn’t help but notice the tear stains I had left on his vest.

“Hotch wants to have the medics check you out, then we can go home, alright?” he promised me, making sure my eyes met his so I would know he was telling the truth. I wouldn’t have doubted him either way.

He kept his arm wrapped around my torso as he led me out of the house, my gaze stuck on the woman left in her study. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her until she was out of my line of sight, when I finally reached the front door with him.

Spencer led me down the stairs and towards an ambulance parked beside the SUVs we had all taken to the scene, carefully helping me sit down on the edge of the vehicle as an EMT checked me over.

He never left my side; even though the EMTs asked him more than once to step back for a moment, he held my hand the entire time, wanting me to know he was there with me.

Just as they had run the final quick test that they needed to, Hotch was walking around the house with a man in handcuffs.

It was the same man from inside the house, the man that I prayed to any and every god that I would never have to face again.

“His name’s Peter Lewis,” Spencer whispered softly to me as he led me back to the car that he had taken. The man looked back towards me, the same maniacal grin spread across his thin, pink lips.

“You’ll only see what I want you to see, Agent Y/L/N,” he called out with a laugh before Hotch shoved him into the back of a police car. I couldn’t help but shudder as a chill ran through my spine, remembering what I had seen less than an hour before. I looked down at my cold, clammy hands, expecting Spencer’s blood to be on them before looking back up at him. I gave him a soft smile as he opened the back door for me, offering a hand to help me inside. He followed me in once he made sure I was all settled, helping me with the seat belt in case my arms were still a little numb.

I looked back up at him lovingly as JJ got into the driver’s seat and backed out of the driveway, wanting to make sure we got home so our day could just be over. He looked down at me after a few moments, giving me a soft smile before pressing a gentle and delicate kiss to my lips.

I don’t think I had ever felt as safe with him than in that moment. Nothing would ever feel as safe as being held by him, just being in his presence when I needed him the most. It was something I knew that Peter Lewis didn’t want me to see. I grinned at the thought, resting my head on his shoulder before letting my eyes close, sighing heavily as he lulled me to sleep by combing his fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Spence.”

“I love you, always.”

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Late Night Visitor

Summary: A mysterious stranger visits your balcony and accidentally leaves behind a priceless jewelry that they stole from a museum.

Author’s Note: I’m pleased to share the next story for @bnhabookclub Hero Camp Bingo event. The prompt I used was “Crime AU” It took a while getting this done because of work stress and having slight writer’s block (plus I kept changing the story’s direction). But really, it was because of how stressed/tired I’ve been the past few weeks. So, really sorry if it took forever posting another story.

It’s also my first time writing for Hawks, so hopefully I did him justice! He was the first character that popped up when working with this prompt. Please enjoy!!

Word Count: 2.3K+

“Ah! Hot, hot!”

Well, isn’t this just great? Nothing like accidentally burning your tongue during dinner to remind yourself how impatient you are—damn hunger. One hand flails to cool down your mouth. Steam dances above the hearty bowl of curry rice, the sweet smell of caramelized onions greeting your nose with a soft kiss. Bless the local 7-11 markets for selling quick and easy meals.

You sit criss-cross applesauce on the fluffy gray rug and scroll through social media for the millionth time. It’s been a slow weekend as yesterday’s news is recycled for today’s news. A random show plays on the television, but you don’t pay attention to the white noise. All your focus is on the phone, yet you still reach for another bite from your meal. How the rug stays clean during dinner nights at home is a complete mystery.

Sipping on your drink, you spare a glance at the balcony and do a double-take—a stranger is crouching outside. You choke, “Oh shit!”

Without thinking, you scurry behind the gray couch, not caring if the rug becomes messy. Your pounding heart is like a concert bass drum which echoes around the small apartment. The sound drowns out the show’s mindlessly chatter. Frightened eyes peek around the corner, and you whip back in full regret.

The person is still outside. Their back is facing toward the balcony door, and they are wearing a form-fitting black hoodie. Hands search for your phone, but they come up empty. Panic finally settles in when you realize it’s on the coffee table. Great, you moan as your head softly hits against the furniture—is the door even locked?

You’re faced with a dilemma: Do you stay out of sight until the stranger leaves or risk being seen while getting help? After much deliberation, you swallow a hard pill and growl at the ceiling, “If I’m doing this, I better not die!”

You’re like a soldier crawling through the mud with a drill sergeant yelling down your neck. You snatch the phone off the table, but make the mistake of looking up at the sliding door. Everything comes to a screeching halt as curious gold eyes stare into your timid ones. The mysterious visitor becomes more intimidating thanks to the balaclava mask—it covers the lower half of their face.

The intense staring contest last for an eternity. You nearly rip off the loose strands on your rug when the stranger approaches closer; they stop when you back away. Taking pity on you, they jump over the balcony and disappear into the quiet night.

A sense of relief washes over you.

Who knows what could have happened to you? Maybe your mom was right about learning some self-defense; the pepper spray is not enough. As you stand and dust off your pants, a shiny light catches your attention; it’s coming from outside. You go against your better judgment and tiptoe toward the balcony.

Your jaw immediately falls to the floor when you spot an exquisite ruby pendant. A sparkling round diamond sits above the bright red gemstone, a slight tint of purple hue lurking underneath. Even the platinum metal chain carries an air of luxury. It’s as if the gods carefully hand-crafted this entire jewelry themselves. In short, it is simple but elegant.

Sliding the door, you wonder if this is some kind of trap. After checking your surroundings, you swiftly pick up the accessory and snort, “Thank you for making me feel poor.”

Fingers glide along the gemstone’s perfect curves as you gaze at the sleeping neighborhood. Your mind goes wild: Who was the person with those haunting golden eyes? Why did they come to your balcony? And why in the world did they leave behind a beautiful masterpiece?

You have so many questions but very few answers.

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“So, you didn’t call the police?”

“Um…no…?”

“And why not?”

“It was a mixture of being both scared and stupid.”

“Oh my—” Fuyumi pinches the bridge of her nose. You twiddle your fingers like a guilty child and sink further into the booth. Fuyumi had her suspicions when you texted her to meet up at the usual coffee shop near your apartment. It’s your go-to place whenever you’ve done something questionable, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. Plus, the café whips up the perfect batch of castella—her favorite pastry.

Customers stroll in and out of the coffee shop as piano music plays softly in the background. Roasted coffee beans linger in the air, tempting your nose with its delicious aroma. Out of habit, you push the castella closer to Fuyumi as if that would help soften the blow. She exhales, “Next time, please call the police.”

“Yes, mother,” you mumble much to Fuyumi’s displeasure, but she lets it slide. With the worst over, you bounce straight up and tap the table with an air of excitement. “Oh! Here’s the best part though, besides surviving a break-in—”

“The person was outside your balcony.”

“—close enough, but not really the point, okay?” Fuyumi rolls her eyes, and you fish out your phone to show her a picture. She takes a closer look as you ramble off. “Anyway, my late-night visitor left behind this gorgeous pendant! Why they were carrying this around is beyond me, and so carelessly too. I’m no jeweler, but I’m pretty sure those stones are worth a fortune—still beautiful, though.”

“Yeah, and stolen!” The white-haired teacher hisses. You blink, wholly baffled at her extreme reaction. Fuyumi whips out her iPhone with two fingers flying above the screen. She shoves it toward you, your eyes skimming through the article. The news delivers a sharp slap across your face as the realization sinks in.

Oh no…

Fuyumi bites her lip, “It’s The Grand Droplet, a priceless heirloom rumored to offer infinite life and prosperity. Police are saying the notorious thief, Hawks, stole the pendant last night from the Yutaka Jewelry Museum.” A few seconds later, she adds, “You have the pendant—”

“Shhhhhh!” A hand attacks her arm, your panicked eyes wandering around the coffee shop as if your cover got blown. No one turns their heads, but you shoot an annoyed glare at Fuyumi. “Why don’t you say it louder? I don’t think the barista heard you!”

“I’m sorry! It’s just,” she grips the table’s edge and leans closer, “This is serious! You have to bring the pendant to the authorities. See, this is exactly why you should have called the police last night! The longer you wait, the more guilty you look. Maybe you’ll even become an accomplice to the crime.”

“You’re not helping!”

“Sorry…”

You dramatically groan into your hands, “Why did this happen to me?! When I said I wanted to live like Larry, I didn’t mean this!”

“I know,” Fuyumi pats your head and sneaks a bite of her delicious treat; her phone chimes beside you. She checks the message before flashing an apologetic stare. “Listen, I have to take care of something with my family, but I hate to leave you like this.”

“No, it’s okay. I can handle this myself,” you pathetically convince her. “I’m sure nothing bad will happen, knock on wood—”

“The table is metal.”

“I said what I said!” Your fist aggressively pounds the table, scaring off some customers. A mother hastily pushes her child away from the chaotic scene. You calm down and sigh, “I promise to call you if I’m in danger, okay?”

“Okay.”

You nod before whispering, “Sorry, table.”

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The walk back home is anything but relaxing. You are on high alert, throwing suspicious glances at anyone coming too close to you. They could be undercover cops waiting to ambush you and interrogate your poor soul for hours until the necklace reappears.

But I didn’t do anything! I’m a good noodle!

You sigh as the key unlocks the door, your shoes flying off by the entrance. Fortunately, you hid the pendant in a safe place. All you want to do is get rid of this jewelry; it brings nothing but trouble.

Marching down the hallway, you grumble under your breath, “Stupid Hawks, and his stupid stealing habits.”

Everyone knows about the infamous Hawks. He strikes when one least expects him to, and somehow successfully evades capture after every heist. But Hawks always leaves behind his signature red feather as a little present for authorities—it never fails to rile them up. Hopefully, the cops show some mercy when you explain what happened. Maybe you should work on your puppy dog look before heading downtown, which might help you score a few sympathy points.

You find the burgundy jewelry box sitting on the closet’s top shelf and breathe a sigh of relief—the pendant is still inside. Not wasting precious time, you close the lid and exit your room. A soft click makes you freeze.

Standing by the balcony door is Hawks, who wears a black jacket with a white shirt underneath. His ashy blonde hair is lazily slicked back, a few strands sticking here and there like no tomorrow. Surprisingly, he lowers the balaclava mask and flashes a boyish grin, “‘Bout time you came home! I was getting bored out there.”

“How did you—wait, never mind. You break into high-security places to steal things for a living,” you say, shifting the jewelry box onto your right grip. “Listen, as much as I would like to stay and chit-chat, my day is fully booked. Can’t really cancel on these people, ya know?” You slowly tiptoe backward, an awkward laugh ringing through the air. “Let’s do a rain check; I’m free next week. Okay? Okay! See ya—“

“Hold it!” You halt on his order, a curse slipping out your mouth. Hawks strides across the floor, and you clutch the box closer to your chest. You feel as though your feet are glued to the ground, the nerves growing stronger once Hawks stands only a few feet away. He crosses his arms and nods at the box, “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, it’s nothing special, really.”

“Can I take a look?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Um, because I don’t want to, that’s why,” you childishly snap and send him a dismissive wave. “Now, shoo! You’re wasting my precious time.”

Hawks chuckles at your feisty attitude. He finds this whole ordeal extremely amusing. You know who he is, you know of his reputation just like everyone else in Japan. And yet, you keep on swinging like a boxer with your witty responses. Still, he has a job to finish. “I’m not leaving until you give me that pendant.”

“Well, I hope you’re paying for half the rent because there’s no way in hell I’m giving it to you, Mr. Thief.” Two seconds later, you add, “Besides, it’s not even yours!”

“It’s not yours either.”

“Oh!” You give him a fake laugh, pointing one finger at your chest. “So the thief is criticizing me for having something that’s not mine? How rich.”

“You’re lucky I find you cute, but,” Hawks dangerously invades your personal space without giving you a chance to stop him. From far away, he doesn’t appear tall. However, Hawks somehow towers over you, which makes you involuntarily squeak. A wicked glint shines through his golden eyes as he studies your unique facial features. You suddenly forget to breathe when his eyes glance at your lips—damn him.

Hawks plucks the box from your loose grip. The hypnotic spell comes crashing down, and you loudly snarl, “Hey! Give it back!”

“Sorry, Dove,” Hawks keeps you at arm’s length, his gloved hand giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he smirks, “I got a buyer who’s willing to pay a hefty price for this beauty. Of course, you are way more stunning, but he doesn’t need to know that.”

“Quit charming me!” You’re a blushing mess now and throw a pillow at him; he easily dodges it much to your dismay. Hawks’ cackles bounce off the wall, which makes you scowl. His fingers slide the balcony door open, and he tastes sweet freedom.

“Farewell, Dove!”

You have a deja vu moment when Hawks jumps over the edge. Your legs rush outside, and eyes frantically search the streets, but it’s no use—the thief is long gone. One hand slaps your forehead as you stupidly let him get away with the jewel. Feeling like a deflated balloon, you whip out your phone and make a quick call.

“Fuyumi…yeah, the pendant got stolen again.”

Stupid thief.

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You collapse on the couch with as much grace as an inexperienced dancer who steps on people’s toes. Work left you exhausted, but you’re glad it’s almost the weekend. You’ll definitely sleep in and have a lazy day on Sunday. It’s what you deserve after meeting tight deadlines and also talking to the police about Hawks.

Fortunately, they do not blame you for anything, much to your relief. It’s been about a week since Hawks broke into your apartment to steal back the Grand Droplet. Police have no luck locating him; they believe the thief is lying low until it’s safe enough for him to strike again. Where exactly is anyone’s guess.

A knock disrupts your thoughts.

It comes from the balcony, and you jump to your feet. No one is outside, although a flash of red catches your eye. Lo and behold, it’s Hawks’ signature feather with a small note attached. Oh, how lovely, you think before snatching the gift off the floor. Your pet name is affectionately written across the paper. You hate yourself for finding Hawks’ calligraphy impressive, but proceed to read the note.

Sorry for cutting our convo short—had a deal to close. No hard feelings, though, right? If anything, I’ll make it up to you, Dove. Besides, you still owe me that rain check.

See ya soon!

-H

You don’t bother biting back your smile.

Guess you’ll be seeing Fuyumi at the coffee shop again.

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Benefits

aaaand adding one more alias of adam driver to my list, here is my first ever adam sackler fic! im pretty proud of it, so i hope yall are gonna enjoy!

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

warnings: sex, swearing, talking about alcoholism

word count: ~7k

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Walking into the room you’re still unsure if you actually want to be here, but a small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that this is exactly where you need to be. The place looks similar to the one you used to have your meetings back in Seattle, it’s simple, people are sitting in a circle and there is a small table with cookies and drinks at the side. There aren’t too many people and luckily they don’t really get stuck on the arrival of an unknown person so you can take an empty seat without getting any attention to yourself.

“Alright, everyone sit down, let’s start!” a tall, skinny guy speaks up, clipboard sitting on his lap as he patiently waits for everyone to sit in the circle and start the meeting.

You look around anxiously, the group is pretty diverse, men and women gathered from seemingly a lot of races and ages, though your eyes stop at one particular person sitting right across from you.

The guy seems tall, extremely tall to be honest, his almost black hair is grown out to reach almost his broad shoulders and it’s pushed back, eyes curiously examining the guy who just spoke as he licks his plump lips. He is not the typical handsome type, but there is just something in him that keeps pulling your gaze towards him even when people start talking around you.

A young guy starts talking two people to your right as you are still staring at the tall mystery guy when his eyes dart over to you and your gazes meet. You can’t help but feel intimidated even though nothing can be read from his face. You keep eye-contact for a few moments before turning away and forcing yourself to look at the guy talking. However you feel his eyes on you for a while before he finally decides to look away.

“That’s amazing, Tony, we are all proud of you!” Carl, the guy who spoke at the beginning of the meeting says as a short round of applause follows Tony’s speech. “Adam, do you feel like talking today?” he then turns to your guy and now you know his name. Adam.

“Sure,” he shrugs pushing himself up a little on the chair. “Hello, I’m Adam and I’m an alcoholic, but I haven’t had a drink for about a decade now. Some days are easier, some are harder, like the ones when my ex shows up and fucks things up for me,” he scoffs. “But things are going okay, I guess.”

“That’s great to hear, Adam. We all believe in you and hope you’ll continue your positive journey,” Carl nods as some other members hum in agreement. “Does anyone else want to speak up?” he asks looking around, but no one answers, so he takes it as a clue that the round of speeches are over. “In this case—“

“I thought new members supposed to introduce themselves,” Adam cuts him off and he is looking straight at you, causing your throat to close up from the sudden attention he just put on you.

“It is always welcomed, but no one is pressured to talk,” Carl assures smiling warmly at you. “Do you want to introduce yourself?”

Looking back at Adam one more time you decide to accept his silent challenge.

“Sure, why not?” you clear your throat, tugging your hair behind your ears. “Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an alcoholic, but I’ve been clean for three years and seven months.”

The members in the circle mumble their greeting before you continue talking, arms crossed on your chest.

“I moved to the city just a few months ago and I’ve been struggling to adjust to the new environment so I thought it would be a good idea to visit a meeting, just to ensure myself.”

“You are always welcomed here whenever you feel like you are getting weaker,” Carl encourages you and you nod shortly.

“Thanks. I’m doing fine though, I haven’t really felt tempted to have a drink lately, so I guess I’m good.”

“That’s great to hear, we are all proud of you,” Carl smiles before moving on with the meeting.

When it all ends he invites everyone to stay and have a bite, chat with other members and you decide to head for a cookie from the table.

“So what brought you to New York City?” you hear Adam speak up from behind you and as you turn around there he is, standing tall in front of you. He looks pretty intimidating, but his eyes have this sense of softness in them that balances it out.

“Um, work. I got a great opportunity here so I thought I would take the chance.”

“Sounds serious. Do you always dress like this?”

His question catches you off-guard and you glance down at yourself to see what made him ask it. You’re wearing tight jeans with a white top and a leather jacket, nothing extra in your taste.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that your clothes are pretty tight. They give a nice view of your body though.”

You don’t even know what to say at first, it’s like he doesn’t have a filter on his mouth and it’s so confusing to you, that all you can do is let out an anxious chuckle.

“Um, okay…” you mumble slowly turning back to the table, but he speaks up again.

“So, are you coming next week?”

“Not sure,” you say without looking at him. To be honest is too forward act is making you question if this is the group you should attend on a regular basis or not.

“Would be a shame if I didn’t see you next time,” he simply says before walking away, leaving you totally puzzled.

Adam is for sure the weirdest person you’ve met since moving here and you don’t think anyone can top him.

***

Friday night in the city is pretty busy. People just want to get the steam out after a hard, working week so they seek for fun times at bars and clubs. Adam Sackler is not the type to go to bars that much since it’s always a kind of temptation for him, but when his colleagues from his recent play asked him to come down for a few drinks with them he thought it might be a good time even if he doesn’t drink.

The place is crowded and the six of them are pressed up in a small booth, that was all they could get upon arrival, but they don’t mind it. They talk about the past couple of shows and critics, just having a good time when Adam excuses himself to go to the restroom. As he pushes his way through the people around the bar his eyes almost glide over a familiar face, but then he recognizes you. Without a second thought he makes his way over where you are sitting on a stool, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you stare ahead of you.

“What a pleasant surprise!” he beams arriving to you, making you jump in your seat.

“Adam, hello,” you mumble coming out of your zoned out state you were just in.

“You weren’t at the meeting this week.”

“Yeah, I… Something came up,” you anxiously say. It didn’t happen because of him, you had other things to worry about when this week’s meeting was happening so you decided to skip.

“You alright?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he eyes you with concern.

“Mm, everything is… great,” you nod with a fake smile and you try to push the glass of whisky away without him noticing, but you don’t succeed.

“Y/N, were you thinking about drinking?”

“No, I just—“

“You ordered that drink?” he snaps cutting you off and you don’t answer, just stare ahead of you. “Did you order that drink?” he repeats his question with a raised tone that’s still not too loud for the people around since the music is louder, but chills run down your spine from it.

“I did,” you admit feeling the tears building up in your eyes and you hate yourself for being so weak. Who starts crying in the middle of a bar with a guy who they barely even know? You, apparently.

Clicking his tongue he scoots closer to you, leaning on the counter with one arm as he tries to turn the conversation as private as it can be in a crowded bar.

“You want to talk?”

Adam doesn’t seems like the guy who is into emotional talking, but when it comes to drinking he always feels the importance of the situation. Knowing his own struggle with alcohol he is aware that sometimes you just need to get it off your chest, you don’t even want that drink, but it’s hard to talk to someone who hasn’t been where you have. People who are not alcoholic don’t understand what you go through and it’s nice to finally talk to someone who knows exactly what you feel because they’ve been through it.

“I…” you sigh sadly as you wipe your tears away, trying not to look too pathetic. “It’s a long story.”

Adam bites the inside of his cheeks as he glances back at his colleagues and then at you. He has to choose between a bunch of people who are having a nice time and someone who seems really in need for his help. He might be a weird guy, but his priorities are set right.

“I live a few blocks from here. You’re welcomed to come over and pour it all out.”

“You can’t seriously choose some unknown girl from your AA meeting over your friends,” you roll your eyes feeling like he is just feeling pity for you.

“They are not my friends, most of them are annoying as fuck sometimes,” he bluntly says and he means it. “My offer still stands.”

Looking up at him you contemplate what you should do. Deep down you know it’s not too responsible to go to some random dude’s place alone to cry to him about your miserable life, but it somehow still sounds better than staying here and maybe lose control and drink that damn whisky you’ve been eyeing for about an hour now.

“Alright, but if I end up dead in an alley I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life,” you mumble climbing off the stool and Adam just chuckles at your comment.

After letting his colleagues know that he is leaving the two of you hit the streets, heading to his apartment that’s pretty close to the bar. Stepping inside you are not too surprised at what you see. It’s kind of like how you had imagined his living space to be, not that you thought that much about him since the last meeting.

“You want something to drink?” he asks walking over to the fridge and you freeze. “I mean, something non-alcoholic. I don’t have alcohol here.”

“Oh. Um, a glass of water maybe.”

He nods and while he pours your and his drink you sit at the small dining table, curiously eyeing the smaller details in his home.

“Here,” he hands you the water and sits across you with a glass of milk that makes you frown.

“Are you drinking milk? Alone?”

“Yeah, it’s my thing,” he shrugs and chugs half of it down at once. “So, you wanna talk about what made you want to break your sobriety?”

Taking a deep breath you lean back and let a grimace cross your face as you remember the whole shitshow that went down.

“My ex called me today.”

“Despite how you ended up, was it a good or a bad thing?” he asks wanting to put the picture together about how they ended.

“Bad. He didn’t take it too well when I moved and now he is even more upset that I told him I’m not planning on going back anytime soon.”

“But you said you got a good job here.”

“I did.”

“Shouldn’t he be happy that you are successful?”

“No, because he is a toxic asshole who just can’t let me be happy,” you let out a bitter chuckle shaking your head at the thought how much time you wasted on him. “So he called to remind me that I am nothing without him and I’ll die alone because no one will ever want me with all the baggage I come with.”

“Baggage?” he frowns confused.

“My drinking problem, and the anxiety it’s been causing me. Staying sober is harder than I thought it would be.”

Talking to Adam about your struggle with sobriety feels easier than to anyone ever. You are not afraid of being judged because the two of you are kind of on the same path when it comes to drinking.

“He is a total asshole, if you ask me. Like he is a saint with no baggage. The guy himself is the baggage!” he scoffs drinking up the rest of his milk and you smile seeing that part of his facial hair his painted white from it that he licks down like a little kid even though he definitely does not look like one.

“How long did you two date?”

“About two years. It was getting pretty serious when I got the news that I got the job and then we ended it before I left.”

“You are better off without him, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

As much as the first time talking to Adam turned out to be pretty weird, you find yourself enjoying his company. With time, you get used to his forward style, blurting out everything without filtering his words. It’s a little frustrating at first, but later you find it amusing that he is not afraid to speak his mind, unlike others who just say what they think you want to hear. It’s a pleasant surprise to realize that you can actually talk with him about a lot of things and it doesn’t take too long for you to get comfortable in his company.

“It was just a whole shit show, to be honest,” he scoffs running his fingers through his hair. “I’m kinda praying I will never see Hannah nor Jessa again.”

“You sort of brought this whole drama to yourself,” you chuckle after hearing his story about her history with her ex and her best friend. One hell of a drama, for sure.

“I know!” he growls. “I’m so stupid sometimes, but I just couldn’t stop myself! Jessa was like this fucking sex witch, I just couldn’t keep myself away from her and she knew it. I just pray she doesn’t show up and try to jump on my dick again.” You start laughing at his words, knowing exactly what it’s like to not let go of someone because of the sex.

“It’s fucked, I know. Like, you just want to hate them in peace but then they come back and boom, the next thing you know is that he is balls deep inside me.”

“Well, no one is usually balls deep inside me, I’m the one doing that, but I agree,” he jokes making you laugh even more.

“Everything would be perfectly solved if we just found a way to get that tension out of our system and then we could easily cut these toxic people,” you sigh leaning your head against the wall as you hug your knees to your chest.

“I know a way.”

“And what would that be?”

“We should fuck.” Your eyebrows arch, eyes widen as you look over at him, no sign of joking on his face.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me right, we should fuck. I mean, we both need the same thing and I can tell you find me attractive.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“I can tell when a woman wants me naked, but don’t feel ashamed, I think you’re hot too.”

“Wow, that’s nice to know,” you chuckle, still in disbelief of where this conversation just headed suddenly.

“When I saw you at the meeting the first time I imagined you sitting there naked. Not the best thing to think about when there are a bunch of other people in the room,” he admits and you can’t help but smile at what he just said. “I think we both would just benefit from it. Having good ass sex and finally cutting our toxic exes off, I see it as a win-win.”

He is not wrong. Actually, the more you think about the smarter it sounds in your head. You literally have nothing to lose, just have at least one great night and you don’t have to go home and satisfy yourself with the showerhead for once. Instead, this tall, muscular man could give you a good time for a change.

You stare at him for a few more moments before you show every doubt into the back of your mind and decide to give this slice of happiness to yourself.

“Alright, fuck it, let’s do it,” you sigh jumping to your feet and a second later you are sitting on his lap, lips crashing to his as his hands grab you ass with passion.

“You’re not gonna regret it,” he smirks standing up and keeping you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he heads into his bedroom. “Just so you know, I can get a little carried away during sex.”

“What, are you gonna try to kill me or something?” you ask a little out of breath kissing the corner of his mouth before he lays you down to the bed and gets on top of you, one knee between your legs and you bring against his thigh, making him groan in pleasure already.

“No, but I have a pretty dirty mouth,” he scoffs kissing you again. “Don’t get offended by my words.”

“Call me whatever you want as long as I end up screaming your name,” you cockily challenge him, and your words make his cock twitch.

It doesn’t take too long until you both get naked and Adam flips you over, pushing inside you from the back as you hold onto the headboard of his bed.

“Jesus, yes!” you pant from the sensation. He fills you up just right, his strong hands holding onto your hips steadily as he keeps slamming into you in a fast pace, the slapping sound of your bodies colliding filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

“Yes, you feel so fucking good, you fucking bitch,” he growls slapping your ass and you find yourself enjoying his dirty talks and rough ways of fucking you.

He is by far the best sex partner you’ve had and he makes sure you are just as satisfied as he is. He comes with his fingers digging into your ass, pushing almost all of his weight on you as he growls your name and it’s enough for you to throw you off the edge as well.

“Fuck! Adam!” you moan, your arms collapsing, your face buried into the pillow that smells exactly like him.

He pushes into you a few more times before pulling out leaving you with a feeling of emptiness now that he is not filling you up. You lie down on the covers as he goes to grab you a wash cloth. When he returns he kneels up to the bed and rolls you to your back opening up your knees so he can clean you up himself. When he is done he leans down and presses a kiss to your clit.

“This is one hell of a pussy. I can’t wait to eat it,” he says before standing up and you can’t help but laugh. He climbs onto the bed pulling the covers over the two of you as you lie there next to him, still in bliss from the orgasm he just gave you.

“Any regrets?” he asks turning to you.

“None,” you smirk rolling to your side, bringing your fingers up to his chest you start drawing patterns to it.

“Great. Another satisfied customer,” he jokes and you smack his chest before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side.

“Can I stay the night? I don’t have the energy to go home right now.”

“Sure, but I get clingy while sleeping so you might end up with me wrapped around you.”

“That’s fine,” you chuckle before closing your eyes and letting yourself fall asleep after this hell of an eventful day.

You and Adam, it quickly becomes regular. It usually just takes a text or a call and either of you would end up in the other’s apartment by the end of the day, gladly fucking the night away. A stressful day, an unpleasant encounter with a friend, fight with parents, these all ended up as reasons to stand on the other person’s doormat that evening and neither of you said no to these occasions, equally needing the diversion from the problems in your life. And it wasn’t always just sex, you often met up just to hang out that ended up in some crazy, breathtaking sex, but it wasn’t unusual to spend the rest of the evening together once both of you were satisfied. You had to admit Adam was a nice person to be around. Not too serious, full of secrets you were dying to find out so that your picture of him would grow with each time you saw him.

One evening when Adam is over at your place, things just aren’t going right even though you try to focus on him. He is sitting on your couch with you on his lap, casually making out, his hands on your breasts under your shirt and even though you feel aroused, you are just not in the right place in your head.

“Okay, this literally feels like I’m making out with an aunt or something,” he sighs breaking off and you sit back to his thigh as his hands slide out of your shirt down to your waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, but you can’t fool him.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I can tell something is fucking your pretty mind up, so why don’t you just tell me?”

“I just had a stressful day at work, is all.”

“What happened?”

“My boss is up in my ass lately, because I’m a little behind with my project. I still have a lot of time to finish so I’m not worried, but he is and it’s stressing me out.”

“What made you fall behind?”

“I just had to face some unforeseen problems, but now it’s all good, I just have to pick up the pace a little bit before we present to the board. But Greg is like a psycho, he thinks I’ll run out of time and he is giving me such a hard time all day. He checks in on me every hour, asking about what progress I’ve made and he gets angry when I don’t say what he wants to hear.”

“He sounds like a total loser to me.”

“He kind of is,” you mumble under your breath, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Just ignore him, you’ll be done in time, I’m sure.” He gently squeezes your hips and leaning up he kisses your lips softly. “Why don’t we order some food and then doze out in bed?”

“But you came for the sex.”

“Yeah, but that requires at least two people and you are obviously not in the mood right now, so I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” you frown bringing your hands up to the base of his neck.

“Positive.”

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and he honestly seems fine with just simply hanging out without the sex part. You order pizza, he eats most of it, but you are fine with it, then you start watching a movie, but both of you fall asleep pretty early into it. When you wake up it’s already over, Adam is passed out next to you, arms wrapped around your waist. Shutting your laptop down you lie back, turning to face him. He looks like a sweet giant, sleeping peacefully, his dark hair is one big patch on your light colored pillow.

As you stare at him he starts stirring in his sleep and a few moments later his eyes open, looking a little confused.

“Hey, you alright?” he whispers blinking at you.

“Yeah, I just… put the laptop away.”

“Oh, okay,” he nods into the pillow as he pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

You smile at the way he called you as you nuzzle against his chest and let yourself drift back to sleep.

Hanging out without having sex happens more and more often after that night. And it’s not always you who initiates it. You often go out to have lunch together whenever Adam is near your workplace in the middle of the day, you two go see movies together, do grocery shopping together and neither of these end up in sex. Though it still happens a lot, not that you mind, because sex with Adam is just perfect. He knows exactly what to do to make you lose your shit and never leaves you unsatisfied.

But as the days go by you realize there’s been a slight change in how things are between you and him. One day you catch yourself wondering about what he must be doing right now and you realize you’ve been doing it a lot. Thinking about Adam whenever you are not with him, looking forward to see him again as soon as possible.

After all, he has become a regular person in your every days and if you think about it it’s hard to stay objective about this odd relationship you two have started.

When your project finally gets finished and presented the first person you call is Adam to tell him how great things went.

“That’s amazing, kid! I knew it would be alright.”

“Wanna celebrate tonight?”

“Sure!”

“Your place at seven?”

“Perfect. See you tonight.”

You feel excited to spend yet another evening with Adam. You finish getting ready a bit earlier than you were supposed to and decide to just arrive before seven. It doesn’t occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t go there before the time you two agreed on, but you only realize this upon arriving.

The door to his apartment is open and you unsurely push it open walking inside.

“Adam?” you call out, peeling your coat off yourself, but there’s no answer. Instead, a few seconds later a blonde woman appears with at first curious eyes, but they soon turn into something clearly unfriendly.

“Who are you?” she asks tilting her head to the side and this is when you notice the cut on her hand and the broken glass on the floor of the kitchen.

“Who are you?” you ask back. “And where’s Adam?”

“He is clearly not here. I’m Jessa, but who the fuck you are?”

Hearing her name your throat tightens. Standing face to face of the ex you’ve heard so much about is entirely different from what you thought it would be. She is pretty, looks like a really badass person who doesn’t give a fuck about the world and lives by her own rules. So different from you on many ways and suddenly, you feel like you’re nothing.

Adam told you about how crazy things used to get when him and Jessa were having sex and seeing the mess in the kitchen and her hand, you figure she came over, they hooked up and things got out of hands, probably.

“I-I’m…” You’re not sure what to say, but there’s one thing you know and that’s the fact that you want to get the hell out of here right now.

As you turn around the door swings open and Adam walks in with a little white plastic bag in his hand.

“Okay I got bandaids, but—Y/N, you’re here early.” He freezes, his hand still holding the handle as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I uh… Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but I’m already on my way out, so…”

You try to push you way past him, but he grabs your arm and keeps you back.

“No, wait, this is not what you think,” he insists, but you don’t want to hear it.

“Adam, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want. I just… I just wanna go home now. Please,” you whisper the last word, basically begging him.

“Just let her go,” you hear Jessa call out from inside and it’s like a stab into your chest. His hand slowly peels off you and before he could say anything you turn around and leave as fast as possible.

This is wrong, this shouldn’t hurt this bad, because nothing really happened. You and Adam are not a couple, you shouldn’t feel like this because you saw him with his ex. He has the right to do whatever he wants, because you and him has no commitments towards each other.

Arriving back home you head for a hot shower and let your tears roll down your cheeks, mixing with the water as you just stand there, and quietly keep sobbing, feeling like the biggest loser in the city.

You let yourself catch feelings for someone who is obviously not interested in you in a serious way and now you are the one, feeling broken again.

Adam tries to call you that night, but you turn your phone off, feeling like you need some time apart from him to get things straight in your head.

“Are you happy now?” Adam snaps at Jessa after you leave, and he slams the door shut, feeling his anger building up.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she rolls her eyes as she grabs the plastic bag from his hands and turns her attention at the bandaids he just got for her after she successfully slammed a glass at the counter and cut her hand in the heat of the fight they just had right before.

“Jessa, get the fuck out of here!”

“Are you really throwing me out?”

“I am, yes!”

“I had something else in my mind,” she seductively smiles stepping closer to Adam, sliding his hands up his chest, ready to kiss him, but he pushes her away this time.

“Stop it. I want you out of my place, now!” he barks walking past her and she is truly surprised at the way he is resisting her now.

“What the fuck has happened to you?”

“Nothing, I’m just done with you! I don’t want anything to do with you! So stop showing up at my place, because next time I’m gonna call the cops on you.”

“You can’t be serious, Adam,” she laughs shaking her head in disbelief.

“Actually, I have never been this serious, Jessa.”

“But why are you doing this now?”

“Because I don’t love you, anymore!” he snaps, his voice rumbling through the whole apartment. “I don’t love you, because I’m… Because I’m in love with Y/N, alright?!”

“What? With that girl?” she asks with utter disgust showing on her face as she gestures towards the front door.

“Yes! Because she doesn’t treat me like shit, she is actually interested in me and cares for me and I enjoy spending time with her, unlike you! So get the fuck out of here already, so I can make things right that you just screwed up, again!”

Jessa is a clever girl and now he sees that she is truly unwanted here. So grabbing her bag from the couch she heads for the door, but stopping she leaves him one last comment.

“Fuck you, Sackler,” she says flipping him off before finally leaving.

Adam feels vivid, he feels like he is about to break something and he needs everything in him to keep his cool and not ruin something. He needs some time to calm down before he feels like he is able to talk. Reaching for his phone he calls your number, but it goes almost straight to the voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back!” your pre-recorded voice greets him and he ends the call with a grunt before he could hear the beep.

“Fuck!” he snaps, his hand gripping the phone tightly. He tries to call you a few more times before leaving a short message to you.

“Y/N, please call me back. I can explain everything!”

But you don’t call him back, leaving him sleepless through the whole night.

Adam decides to give you some time, so you can come to him whenever you feel comfortable, but when he hears nothing from you for three days he can’t push his worries aside any longer.

Walking down the street to your apartment he keeps thinking about everything he wants to tell you, practicing it so he knows exactly what to say when he is standing in front of you, but his plans quickly get blown away when he spots you walk out of your building with a bearded guy who he recognizes as your ex, Luke, because you’ve shown pictures of the two of you before.

“Y/N?” he calls out, taken aback of seeing you with him and as you turn your head, your mouth hangs open. You weren’t expecting to see him and the timing is just the worst.

“Adam, what are you doing here?” you anxiously ask, glancing at Luke who is curiously eyeing him. Now that they are standing so close to each other you realize how much bigger Adam is than Luke, taller and definitely stronger.

“You didn’t answer my calls, I really wanted to talk to you.”

“Now is not the best time.”

“Hey, I’m Luke,” he chimes in holding out a hand for Adam, but he completely ignores it and his whole existence.

“You didn’t even let me tell you what really happened, just left and then never picked the phone up. The whole Jessa thing wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Adam. You can do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry, would someone fill me in about what’s going on?” Luke asks and you and Adam answers at the same time, in different manners.

“Just a moment, Luke.”

“Shut the fuck up, Assface!”

“Adam!” you give him a look. You really don’t want to make a scene on the street and you know how Adam’s temper works.

“I’m sorry, but who do you think you are? Coming here and rudely call me names in front of my girlfriend who clearly doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not your girlfriend,” you snap at him and he gives you that look you know all too well. It’s the one he used to give you when he wanted you to be a nice little obeying girl and do whatever he wanted you to do. But it doesn’t work on you anymore.

“We’ll talk about it later. Get in the car, Y/N,” he tells opening the door of the black car parked right in front of the building.

“Luke, I’m not going anywhere with you and I’m not your girlfriend. Stop trying to have control over me!”

“I’m not having this discussion here right now. Get in the car!” he sneers and grabbing your arm he pulls you to the car, but you push his hand away and stumble back. You’re just about to tell him off when Adam stands between the two of you.

“Hey, stop touching her! She doesn’t want to go with you!”

“Who the fuck are you? Just get lost and leave us alone!” Luke makes the mistake of pushing Adam’s shoulder and in that moment you already know what is about to happen.

“Fuck you, Assface!” Adam growls and before you could even try to stop him, his fist collides with Luke’s face, making him smack against the side of the car with a painful growl. “You have no respect for her and you don’t deserve her!” he shouts, making people start to stop and stare at what’s happening.

“Adam, that’s enough. Come on.” You grab his arm and start pulling him backwards. At first he resists, but then he turns around and the two of you leave the growling Luke there to deal with his pain alone.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” you shake your head at him once you are up in your apartment, alone.

“Honestly, I thought you’d be angrier at me for the punch,” he admits stopping in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips. You just shake your head smiling.

“He kinda deserved it, so…”

“The asshole deserved more than just a punch! I wish I could rub his face into the asphalt!”

“Okay, stop, I don’t want you to get arrested for assault.”

“It would worth it! The way he talked to you and touched you, had my blood boiling.”

He huffs to himself, needing a minute to calm down and then he remembers the real reason why he came here. His eyes fall back on you and you get lost in how soft they are.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

“Adam, it’s really not—“ “No, you are going to let me talk!” he demands so you close your mouth and listen. “Nothing happened with Jessa. She came over unannounced and we got into a fight, because I said I don’t want to get back together with her. She got crazy and slammed the glass against the counter and it cut her hand. I didn’t have any bandaids at home so I had to run to the store to get some. Then you arrived and completely misunderstood the whole thing, but I threw her out after. She was losing it completely, but I didn’t want anything to do with her.”

Hearing the truth you feel a wave of relief washing over you as you find out things were different from what you thought. He didn’t hook up with her, in fact, he seemingly completely ended everything between them and it felt like victory to you.

“Okay. I believe you,” you softly say and Adam exhales sharply hearing your reply.

“Alright, now tell me what this shithead was doing here.”

“He just showed up, out of nowhere,” you roll your eyes crossing your arms on your chest. “He tried to lure me into moving back to Seattle, but I was having none of it. He said he had a table reserved for us, that’s where we were heading when you arrived and punched him,” you say smiling to yourself.

“So you didn’t get back together with him?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Is there… Is there a specific reason why you didn’t want to get back together with him?” he questions and you feel your cheeks burning.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’ll tell you why. Because the reason why I didn’t want Jessa back is that I fell for you.”

You gasp at his words, staring at him in awe as he slowly starts walking towards you.

“I know it all started as just a way of coping, but… Y/N, I fell in love with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it really happened. It’s not about just sex anymore, well, that’s fucking amazing as well,” he adds making you laugh. “But I want more. I love sleeping with you in my arms, waking up next to you, have breakfast with you and talk about your nonsense dreams. I want to hear about the stuff that worries you and I want to be the person you come to when things get rough. I didn’t think this is how it would turn out to be, but… It happened! And now I guess I’m stuck with this feeling, hoping you won’t turn me down.”

You’ve never seen Adam Sackler this nervous, standing in front of you, waiting for any kind of response from you after his confession. His words spoke from your heart and knowing he feels the same way is just ecstatic.

Closing the distance between the two of you, your hands slide up to the back of his neck bringing him down, but just when his lips are about to touch yours, you stop.

“I love you too, you loser,” you grin before finally kissing him, earning a relieved growl as his arms wrap around you and lifting you up he spins you around while kissing you.

“I hope you know that I’ll be around you 24/7 now, you’ll get sick of me,” he warns you putting you down, but keeping you in his arms.

“Not if you get sick of me first.”

“That’s not happening. I can never get enough of you,” he says burying his face into your chest while his hands grip your ass, making you laugh at him.

“Alright, we’ll see. But now I want you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” you tell him and his head shoots up in excitement.

“That’s something I can definitely do. Anything for my girl!”

Lifting you up into his arms your lips reconnect as he carries you into your bedroom, the two of you falling into the sheets like dominos and soon you become just one big naked mass, limbs tangled, lips glued together, occasional ‘I love you’s breaking the moaning and panting.

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