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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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inventory, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re missing a piece of inventory from your erotica shop. Surprisingly, you find it in the same day. It’s around your boyfriend’s neck, who also happens to be your sub. Hm, well, you have to act accordingly, don’t you?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; dom/sub dynamic; feels and there’s a decent bit of buildup; smut (mirror kink, spitting, cock ring usage, cock-slapping, scratching, spanking, vibrator use, overstimulation, edging, m-masturbation, cum eating, f-receiving oral); fluff; noona dom!reader x sub!Jungkook

technically part iv of ‘customer service’ series, but can be read alone

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customer service part i | part ii | part iii

Jeon Jungkook was a problem.

Technically, your problem.

You tapped your pen against your recordkeeping book. No one was in the store. It was the middle of the week. Not usually the time to get freaky. People got freaky on the weekends. You usually spent these times doing the boring stuff. Setting up the deliveries for the rich customers that purchased clothing from you. Cleaning the store from top to bottom and finding some interesting fluids in interesting places. Typical. Answering emails, accounting, taking inventory. You were missing one piece of inventory, but those things always turned up eventually. You weren’t worried.

Eh, wasn’t a big problem.

Your big problem was Jeon Jungkook.

He wanted to be exclusive. Okay. He wanted it to be a relationship. Slightly less in your comfort zone, but you were willing to give it a shot. Unfortunately, Jungkook also wanted one more thing.

He wanted you to lose you temper at him.

Now, there were several things you, personally, did not do anymore. And number one on the list was losing your temper. You did not want to be in power and actively angry at the person you were fucking at the same time. It was dangerous. It was irresponsible. You’ve gone too far before and hurt your sub. You weren’t going to repeat it.

Not with Jungkook, no matter how much he tried to rile you up.

And he tried. Disobeyed you outright. Talked back. Taunted you. It took a lot of your skill and redirection to focus his attention elsewhere and not at his ultimate goal of pissing you off so much that you used sex as a weapon, because quite frankly, that was a fucked-up thing to do and you were not going to do it. You would rather leave than become that.

You told him this. You told him that he should not try to provoke you, especially not this early in the relationship. His body couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle it mentally, and you didn’t want to end up emotionally and sexually abusing him, even if it was an accident. Because it was your responsibility to not do that and you took that shit very seriously.

Jungkook had agreed reluctantly and he still tried.

Sigh.

You rubbed your forehead. If he was an experienced sub, then maybe you could be less strict. But he wasn’t. And yeah, maybe you were a little scared. Because your last relationship had ended very, very badly, because you had gone too far and your sub had been too scared to use the safe word even when it was too much and that really, really fucked you up. You regretted it, even after all this time, even after all the apologizing, even after your sub had forgiven you, multiple times.

You had never forgiven yourself for it.

The whole relationship had fallen apart because of that one time.

After that, you didn’t really date. All you did was have one-night stands with subs you already knew. It was easy having sex with no strings attached. Now you were dating Jungkook. Yeah, that. The dating bit. It was messing you up. It was making you overly cautious. You didn’t want to repeat your mistakes.

You let out a tense exhale.

You didn’t tell Jungkook about this, mostly because you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want to admit your sub had been too scared of you to use their safe word. You were ashamed. Scared of yourself and what you were capable of.

Sometimes, when you thought about it, you wondered if you should stop. Give up on the dom/sub thing and have vanilla sex instead with some nice guy who had a normal job and raise some babies and fucking chill out. Seemed nice. Life wasn’t about needing a power complex when being intimate after all. You could have a perfectly satisfying sex life with two people in equal power. Could even still be kinky without the whole ‘I’m the authority and you have to listen to me’ thing.

Yeah, well. Before you could commit to that, Jeon Jungkook decided to fucking seduce you in your own damn sex shop.

You placed your hands on your head and let out a big sigh.

Damn you, Jungkook.

You found your missing piece of inventory.

It was around Jeon Jungkook’s neck when he opened his apartment door for you.

Your face was completely neutral, one hand in the pocket of your black trench coat. The other holding your black leather briefcase. Underneath the coat, you wore a simple floor-length black skirt. Black heels. Nothing but your face and hands uncovered. In one second, you took in every detail upon seeing Jungkook.

One, his long black hair was tied back, his bangs framing his large brown eyes. Two, he was wearing a little bit of makeup. Slight amount of eyeshadow and liner, lip balm to make his lips pinker. Three, he was wearing a very low V-necked black t-shirt that was quite obviously meant to show off his shapely collarbones and sculpted pecs. The ink-black tattoos in his right arm stood out against his tan skin. Fourth, he was wearing leather pants – not the ones you made him, that would be indecent exposure showing up to the door like that – but, still, black tight faux leather trousers that he half-tucked his shirt in so his crotch was visible.

And.

Fifth.

He was wearing a black leather collar around his neck, one with a large silver ring hanging down at the center. It had silver studs with in the shape of a diamond pattern punched into the leather. It closed in the back with a silver buckle.

How did you know this?

It was your missing piece of inventory, of course.

You clicked your tongue.

“Oh! Noona,” Jungkook said nervously, biting his lip.

You little shit, don’t you ‘oh, noona’ me. You almost turned around and left. Almost. Irritation was putting it mildly. You were pissed. He had stolen from your shop. Became an actual fucking thief to get a rise out of you. You two weren’t going out on a date. It was already late, so both of you had intended on having a nice night in. He’d dressed up for it, as one does. Made himself pretty for you to ruin. Jungkook knew what he wanted. And he wasn’t being subtle about it, wearing the stolen inventory right in front of your face the second he opened the door.

He wanted you mad and he wanted you mad from the start.

You did not look at the collar. Instead, you stared into his eyes, furious internally, but completely placid on the outside. His brown orbs were observing you in anticipation. He wanted it. Bad. You had refused to let him cum last time because he had talked back to you. That was a week ago. You wondered if he had jacked off or not. You put no such restrictions on him even though he asked you to. You were curious on how far Jungkook was willing to go, so you let him choose.

And, clearly, Jungkook choose death.

Just kidding. But he was really testing you here. And so, you made up your mind.

You waited, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook flushed and backed up, holding the door with two hands.

“C-Come in.”

You stepped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood. Jungkook closed the door behind you. The large, floor-length mirror was in the living room again. The incident in the fitting room must have really had an impact on him. Maybe he was developing a mirror kink because of it.

You felt Jungkook slide up next to you, his breath against your ear. Shallow, needy, already horny. You weren’t surprised. Nobody dresses like that and doesn’t want to be fucked.

“N-noona…” He was making his voice desperate and breathy, already submissive for you. “I really missed you.”

“That’s lovely to hear.”

You kept your tone light, no pet names, stepping out of your heels and walking towards the couch. Jungkook followed you like a shadow, still chewing on his lip, messing up his own hard work of making himself pretty for you. You placed your briefcase on the coffee table. He hovered as you undid your trench coat slowly, pulling open the tie and unbuttoning it deftly, fingers dancing on the placket.

“I can help you?” Jungkook offered, holding his hands out.

Your eyes gradually lifted, locking your gaze with his. You saw him visibly shiver in excitement.

“No need.”

You saw Jungkook pout as you slipped out of the coat, one arm, then the other, revealing the white dress shirt that was neatly tucked into your black skirt. It had pleated detailing down the front and silver collar pins, completed by the silver cuff links you used to close the sleeves. You folded the coat elegantly and laid it over the back of his couch.

“Are you mad, noona?”

You want me to be mad. Thankfully, at this point you had calmed a little. Yes, Jungkook was an idiot for doing such a thing, but he wasn’t doing it because he was trying to hurt you or actually steal from you. Maybe it was something he’d seen or read in porn. Maybe it was something his brain devised because he felt some weird need to prove to you that he was a good and obedient sub, because he knew you had previous partners and he wanted to outdo them or something. Maybe he wanted to see how much of a dom you really were.

And, most likely, it was all of those things.

“Jungkook.”

This time, you said his name with a sharper tone.

“Y… yes?”

You turned your right hand upwards, entirely aware of the placement of your fingers. Pinky, ring, middle curled inwards. Index up, thumb out. Poised, elegant, almost haughty. You flicked your cuff link, straightening the backing to slip it out. It was a diamond-shaped accessory, completely unnecessary for everyday life and completely necessary to force Jungkook to wait on you one more second. One more heart-stopping moment.

You glanced at his crotch. Hm. Interesting. Then you blinked and your eyes were on his. Hair hanging around his cheekbones, pupils dilating, swollen lips parted as he let out light pants of desire. He was slowly but surely losing it.

Maybe it was because his erection was suffocating in his leather pants.

You twirled your cuff link in your fingers. Jungkook watched the action, entranced by the dexterity of your digits. You knew what he wanted. He’d been texting you all day, trying to work you up. You had made him wait. Just like how you were making him wait now.

“What is your safe word?”

That was the question you used to start off the scene.

Instantly, you saw the relief, the hunger, the absolute need to serve flood his dark brown eyes. Now you were the dom. Now he was the sub.

“Euphoria,” Jungkook nearly moaned.

You nodded slowly, placing the cuff link on his coffee table. You upturned your other wrist, removing the other with a swift flick. You heard him whimper at the quick action. You almost smiled. He really wanted it. Ah, but you are a bad, bad boy, Jungkook. The metal clinked as it touched the walnut wood of the tabletop.

And there are consequences for being a bad, bad boy.

Your gaze connected with his once again. His eyes were practically begging for instruction.

“You look like you want to ask me something,” you drawled. His teeth sunk into his lower lip once more, the tiny mole underneath winking at you. “Go ahead.”

His eyes flitted about, trying to search for the trap. He swallowed, straining against the collar.

“Do… do you notice anything different about me?” Jungkook asked hesitantly, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move from your position, observing him closely. His hands by his sides were antsy, itching to touch you or be caged with rope. You hooked your thumb at the base of your cuff and rolled it down. Once. Twice. Three times.

“You’re wearing makeup for me,” you replied, letting a small smile drift to your lips.

“A-ah…” He blushed. “Is it… is it too unmanly?”

Who the fuck put these ideas in Jeon Jungkook’s head? You just wanted to talk to them. And by talk, you meant flog the living daylights out of them. You had a big one at home. It could be arranged.

“No, of course not. You look very handsome.” Pause. “And fuckable.”

No reason not to tell the truth.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed a dark pink. “T-Thank you, noona.”

During the entire conversation, you had folded the sleeves of your dress shirt up to your elbows. The stiff, crisp fabric held, and suddenly you were imposing, sleeves rolled up, black skirt skimming the hardwood floor. The neutral façade you had upheld for so long dropped away. Jungkook noticed the change instantly, even though you hadn’t actually said anything yet. His eyes widened a little, shoulders tensing.

Your eyes flashed, chin lifting.

“Or is that not what you meant, pretty boy?”

You did not hide the irritation in your voice this time. His breathing hitched, the muscles his arms ripped and Jungkook very, very much wanted to be punished.

“Um…” He fiddled with his hands guiltily, eyes skirting about. “It’s not what I was referring to, no…”

“Look at me.”

He snapped his head up, gulping. So obvious. His neck strained against the leather. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What were you referring to?” you questioned icily.

Jungkook was shaking all over. He lifted his hand slowly, reaching up to his neck, hooking two fingers around the metal ring of the collar. He tightened them, tugging down a little, eyelashes fluttering, a tiny moan rumbling in his throat. You were going insane on the inside. Fuck, did he know how submissive he was? Did he know how his small, cute little actions made him look so fucking appetizing?

“T-This.”

“Ah, yes,” you finally acknowledged. You waved a hand and he removed his, biting his lip again. “I did notice that. A nice touch. Is it for me?”

He nodded quickly. He seemed to forget for a second that he stole it from you. “Yes, noona, it’s for you.”

You sighed. Jungkook’s expression changed, becoming slightly confused.

“Pause.”

The indication that there was an intermission in the scene. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You are testing me, Jungkook, and I do not like it.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted together, looking down. “I’m sorry, noona.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t try to make me angry on purpose.”

He closed the distance between you two, placing his hands on your elbows. His brown orbs anxiously found yours. “I… I just… please…” His fingers pressed into your skin, his breathing deepening. “I want to see how far I can go. How far you can take me. You won’t…” Jungkook shook his head, hair flying everywhere, ponytail bouncing. “You’re holding back, but I can take it, noona, I promise. I promise I can.” His fingertips caressed you, determination in his eyes.

Hm. Jungkook could tell. You breathed in deeply, inhaling his clean scent.

You are aware of your mistakes. You have learned.

You pursed your lips.

I really, really do not want to hurt you, Jungkook.

“You must promise me.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You must promise me, that if it is too much, if you cannot handle it, if it is not something you want, you must use your safe word.”

He nodded quickly. “I promise.”

And then you crumpled a little bit, your strict demeanor falling, the fears rising, the vulnerability making your voice quiver as you unfurled your arms and grabbed his t-shirt, shaking him roughly.

“No, Jungkook,” you pleaded. “You must promise me.” And you couldn’t explain, couldn’t bring yourself to say why, but he could tell how serious you were because you were suddenly weak, suddenly the parts of yourself that you kept under wraps revealed themselves, the parts you were ashamed of appearing, and you were letting him witness it. Because he said he wanted you. Not just dom you, but you.

And this, well, this was you too.

Jungkook’s eyes softened and he smiled. He leaned in and kissed you, long, sweet, delicate. It was like time stopped. As if the world froze and there was nothing but Jungkook’s lips on yours, reassuring and comforting. He drew back and opened his eyes slowly, warmth in his chocolate orbs.

“I promise.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He grinned at you, showing off his teeth, a little cheeky and embarrassed all at once. You removed your hands from his shirt, lowering them gradually.

“Sorry, I…”

Jungkook’s hands dropped and held yours tightly. He shook his head.

“No, noona. I understand. I know you are looking out for me,” he said brightly. “Because I’m always trying to get into trouble.”

A muscle in your eye twitched. At least he admitted it.

His teeth caught his lip, still smiling. Less nervous now, more playful.

You removed your hands from his. Okay. Okay, fine. Jungkook wanted you to be the dom. Not a dom, the dom. You let out a breath, controlled, clean. Step back into your role. You are in control. You can do this.

“What is your safe word?”

You cracked your neck, a sharp pop that made Jungkook jump.

“Euphoria,” he replied automatically.

“Very good.”

A beat passed. Jungkook remained close to you, unsure what was going to happen. His eyes wide and flighty, chin trembling, hands in front of his chest. You lowered yours, placing them behind your back. Piercing gaze on him, taking a step. His eyes followed you as you slowly circled him, speaking carefully and deliberately.

“So, Jungkook, tell me,” you began, skirt grazing the floor as your glided around him. “What makes you think you’re wearing the collar for me?”

Jungkook’s head whipped around quickly, following your movement with darting eyes. Damn, his ass looked great in these leather pants. He looked unconfident, brows furrowing, trying to conjure the right answer to get what he wanted.

“Um… I thought… maybe you might like it…” He stumbled through his words. “B-Because you like controlling me…”

You smiled at him. Jungkook brightened.

“I do.”

The eagerness beamed off his face as you stopped in front of him, still smiling pleasantly.

“I love controlling you.”

Then the smile dropped. The air around you became ten degrees colder with your shift in demeanor. Jungkook barely had a half-second to realize the change before your hand shot out and gripped the silver ring, yanking down harshly. He yelped, arms flying out, falling to his knees hard, gripping your skirt for balance. Your other arm was still behind you, folded into the small of your back. You narrowed your eyes, holding the collar ring so tightly that your knuckles were white.

His eyes flew up, pain and surprise.

You ticked your head. “But clearly, I’ve done a poor job, because you’ve gone and stole from me, you bad boy.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, scooting himself forward, clutching your skirt tightly. “N-No, please, noona, I only–”

You yanked the ring up and Jungkook gasped, words cut off from the sudden jerk of his head snapping back. “You only what? Pickpocketed? Broke the law? Took my hard-earned money from right under my nose, to hurt me?”

“No, no, never,” Jungkook whimpered, looking up at you, blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to hurt you, noona. Never.”

“Then explain yourself,” you barked severely.

His eyes were turning teary, pleading. “I only… I only wanted to borrow it. So you could punish me and so I could show you I could be a good boy and take what I deserve.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your other punishments weren’t enough?”

Jungkook’s lower lip quivered. The shame of his true intent was creeping in his eyes now.

“I… I wanted to see you angry, noona.”

“Even after I told you that you shouldn’t?”

He nodded, scurrying himself even closer on his now, most likely, bruised knees. Eyes on you, holding onto your skirt, whole body trembling. He angled his hips forward, showing you how hard he was in his pants, straining it even more by pressing his erection into the zipper of the leather. His lips open, black curls hanging around his face, almost pathetic but not quite, because you knew Jungkook was acutely aware of exactly what he looked like. Doing it to entice you, doing it to assure you that he wanted it.

“Y-Yes,” he admitted.

You forcefully let go of the ring, flinging him away from you. Jungkook squeaked, releasing your clothes as his body twisted to the side from your sharp movement. You swept your skirts away and took a step back.

“Noona, w-wait!”

Jungkook tried to scramble to his feet, but you snarled deep in your chest, making him freeze.

“Crawl.”

He looked startled, looking at you with wide puppy eyes. You took another step back. Jungkook followed you, on hands and knees, his bangs flared out, the low neckline of his shirt hanging down, revealing his chest. You could see his back muscles rippling under the fabric. Fuck, he was so handsome. You weren’t heading for the front door. You watched his mind calculate the angle of your body, mood lightening as he realized that was the direction of the bedroom. You, however, stopped at the floor-length mirror in the living room. Pointed to the patch of floor at your feet.

“Here. Now.”

Jungkook immediately complied, getting on his knees in front of you, hands between his legs, keen to please, facing you.

“Other way,” you clarified, sounding disappointed.

He lowered his head at his mistake and spun around, now facing his reflection. You glared through the mirror, making eye contact. He looked very sorry and very dejected. You almost forgave him just like that. Maybe Jungkook didn’t like this. Maybe you were being too harsh.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

His eyes on yours. He shook his head lightly, not breaking your gaze.

“No, noona.” Your heart thudded in your chest at his tone of voice. “I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Jungkook licked his lips slowly, not looking away, the tip of his pink tongue lingering before sliding back into his mouth. He kept the same look in his eyes, but his actions were giving you the go ahead.

Shit.

You raised an eyebrow and lowered your hands. They floated above his shoulders and you were reminded of the first time, in the fitting room of your erotica shop, the moment he seduced you and pulled you into his pace. Jungkook tipped his head back, long hair sliding to his ears, the reflection of the stolen collar taunting you.

This brat.

Slowly, finger by finger, you placed your hands on his face. Fingertips pressing into his jaw, cheek, temple, into his soft skin, nails slightly digging in. Scratching up his pretty face a little, claiming it as yours. Jungkook had perfect bone structure, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, pretty forehead. He was panting, mouth open, hot breath drifting down. Hands on his thighs, clutching them tight.

You bent down, chin above his head so he could feel your hot breath on his scalp.

“My pretty boy,” you murmured softly. “Why must you be so bad? Do I not treat you well enough? Do I not give you what you love?”

“You do,” Jungkook whined in your hands, the guilt creeping into his voice. “You do, noona. Your pretty boy is… g-greedy.” He rolled his hips a little, spreading his thighs more, staring at his own reflection of his low-necked shirt and his thighs open, cock bulging in his leather pants.

Your fingers slipped down, down, tracing the leather collar. You let your index finger circle around the metal, not yet touching his chest, so close but so far. Jungkook kept trying to raise it into your touch. Your other hand reached back and grabbed his ponytail, yanking his head back. He moaned right into your chin, too turned on to pretend he was hurt.

“I am going to my briefcase,” you stated, not looking at him under you and instead staring at his reflection, torso straining from how sharply you were forcing him to arch his back. “You are to remove your clothes. Whatever is left on you will remain for the rest of the night. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, noona.”

You abruptly let him go, striding to your briefcase swiftly, hearing a flurry of noise as Jungkook flung all of his clothes off. Snap, open, grab. You had already packed a black velvet bag holding the things you intended to use on him tonight. You spun around to see him practically ripping his leather pants off, the panic and regret evident on his face as he tried to shove them down his muscular calves. Smart boy had removed his underwear with his pants, smearing trails of pre-cum down his legs and onto the floor. You waited half a second for Jungkook to pop them over his ankles and he threw the pants to the far wall, so hard they made a loud slapping noise. Jungkook was on his hands and knees, panting, beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was actually hilarious to watch, but now was not the time to laugh.

Jungkook snapped his head towards you, eyes wide, his hard cock smacking his thigh. You raised an eyebrow at him. He gulped. Wearing nothing but the collar. Oh, he looked so good. You could tell him to get into position.

Or.

Tease him.

“Want to put my mouth on you, handsome boy.”

His cock twitched as his jaw dropped.

Your tongue slid out and stayed at the side of your lips as you spoke. “You look so tasty for me. When was the last time you came, Jungkook?”

His hands curled into fists on the hardwood floor, legs falling open, cock throbbing. The veins stood out against the hardness, head swollen and red.

“F-Fifteen days ago…” he whimpered.

He had denied himself. So cute. What a good boy. You smiled at him, still holding the velvet bag. “Really? You didn’t cum, not even once, without me?”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, hair flying everywhere. “Wa… wanted to be tasty for you.”

You pouted a little. “Hm, that’s half a month. You waited so long.”

Jungkook nodded, chewing on his lip. You gestured for him to adjust his position and he turned his body to fully face you.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

He turned his head to face his reflection. Hands on the floor next to his ass, slightly leaning back, legs open.

“Look away and I’ll walk away,” you warned.

“Y-yes, noona.”

You floated down to the floor. He couldn’t exactly see you, but you slid into the frame of the mirror, right between his legs. The velvet bag was out of his sight, next to his leg, but Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He was staring at his stiff cock and your proximity to it, holding his breath. You collected your saliva on your tongue and opened your mouth. It dripped down in a thin, slim line, hitting the angry red head of his cock and causing it to jerk at the sudden impact, coating it.

“A-ah, s-so good…”

“What do we say?” you purred, collecting more.

“T-thank you, noona,” Jungkook moaned, watching as you dropped more onto his aching cock, splattering onto his crotch. You lowered your head, closer. Closer. Jungkook sucked in a breath, waiting, needing, trying not to move. You made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You’re a bad boy, Jungkook.”

And then you spat on his balls.

His head tipped back as he groaned, eyes barely open as he watched himself, chest shuddering as he felt it trickle down and onto the floor below. You spat on his genitals again, more force this time, spraying it across his cock and stomach. He cried out, slamming one of his fists onto the hardwood.

“Y-yes, noona, I’m a bad boy.”

And then you produced a cock ring seemingly out of nowhere, eyebrow raised as he wailed loudly.

“N-no, please, please don’t,” Jungkook panicked as you brought the black silicone ring closer and closer to his now saliva-drenched cock. “Please, I promise to be a good boy, please don’t do it…”

You said nothing, simply placing it on the engorged head and using three fingers to hold it, pushing down slowly.

“Noona, a-ah… no…” His eyelids fluttered, eyes on the reflection of his thick cock being viciously squeezed into the silicone ring. He let out a choked sob as it popped over the bottom of the head, sliding down, down, all the way to the base. You barely touched him, removing your hand as Jungkook shuddered, his pulsating length now bound by the black band.

You raised your head. He was still, very obediently, staring at the mirror.

You smacked his cock with your palm.

Not hard, but enough to make it bounce and for Jungkook to squeal, hips rising as his dick shook from side to side, unable to move much from the tight cock ring. He was making it move more by rocking his hips, heightening the feeling of being bound.

You waited until it stopped swaying.

“Your neighbors will hear you, Jungkook,” you said calmly. You turned your head and looked into the mirror. His eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated, strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face. “Should I gag you?”

“N-no, noona,” he whispered hotly, breathing shallow and tight. “They have to know I’m being punished. B-Because I’ve been b-bad.”

Good gracious, Jungkook.

Your panties instantly soaked. Who was losing it here? Was it him or was it you? Fuck.

You slowly smacked his cock back and forth, back and forth, staring at his face in the mirror. His head tipped back, not closing his eyes, moaning wantonly as his stiff length was roughly shoved around, barely any pressure and too much at once because of how hard he was. You stopped, watching his cock bob, almost purple-red now. Pre-cum beaded at the tip.

You couldn’t help it.

You leaned down, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could see, and gave the slit a tiny kitten lick.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Jungkook lost control, eyes rolling back into his head, and you almost moaned, his strong, intense taste all over your tongue. He tasted so good. So fucking delicious. You pulled back, pretending not to notice that Jungkook had looked away from the mirror as he quickly collected himself, back to staring at his reflection. You grabbed his hips and dug your nails into his skin, dragging him so his body was tilted.

“Flip over,” you growled.

You backed up, taking the velvet pouch with you as Jungkook obeyed, on his hands and knees now.

“On your face.”

Jungkook whimpered, lowering his cheek to the cool floor, leaning against it. Now his ass was up in the air, vulnerable and exposed.

“Both hands on the ring.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip, scooting his hands so he held the silver collar ring with fingers on both hands, arms against the floor to hold him up. His cock stuck straight down, stiff and swollen, trapped in the silicone circle. You waited to let Jungkook readjust his knees to be more comfortable and so he could see everything. The muscles on his back tensed with anticipation.

“I didn’t cover your mouth for a reason.”

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook breathed.

You raised your hands and raked your nails over his back, all the way to his ass. Hard, deep, leaving lines of pink and red, almost breaking the skin. Jungkook moaned, tongue sliding out, body shaking, eyelids fluttering. You did it again, and again, creating your pattern of lust on his back.

“Mine,” you growled possessively. Your eyes locked with his.

Thump.

Had anyone ever looked at you with so much adoration before?

Jungkook nodded.

“All yours, noona.”

You slapped his ass with your open palm.

He yelped, shoulders hitting the floor, face sliding a little against the wood. Pupils dilating, whimpering for more. You smacked him again, and again, and again, never the same spot, always with the full palm, all over, causing large red handprints patterned all over his ass. Jungkook was a groaning mess, legs slipping, the head of his cock touching the hardwood.

You stopped.

His ass was bright red, covered in your slaps and scratches.

Jungkook opened his eyes. He seemed to realize he wasn’t looking at his reflection anymore. He panicked, seeing your glare in the mirror, and tried to raise his hips, but your hand stopped him. The tip of his cock was in contact the floor, dripping pre-cum.

You pressed his hips down a little and shifted them from side to side.

Even the little stimulation of the head against the hardwood made Jungkook moan, pleading with you as he desperately clutched the collar.

“Noona, p-please… Please let me c-cum…”

You removed your hand. Jungkook continued rubbing himself in his own puddle of pre-cum on his living room floor, as you predicted. You didn’t stop him. You reached into the velvet pouch again. Jungkook’s eyes had fluttered closed as he continued stimulating himself, probably not enough, but he didn’t seem to care. You pressed the thing in your hand onto his scrotum and turned it on.

“A-ah!”

Jungkook’s hips flew up, balls suddenly shaking violently from the bullet vibrator in your hand. He shut his legs, sticking his ass out into your hand as he gasped, pressing back into the vibrator as you lazily drifted it around his balls.

“Oh, fuck, noona, oh, fuck!”

He was still holding onto the collar somehow as he tried to get more, wiggling his hips, but you were faster, grabbing his ass with one hand and digging your nails into it.

“Stop.”

Jungkook froze, whimpering and panting on the hardwood, cheeks hollowed out, eyes glazed over.

You traced his asshole with the tip of the vibrator.

His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out.

“Oh, please, noona, put it in me, p-please…”

You drew figure-eights around his asshole and his balls, calmly.

“I bet you would love that, but you’ve been a bad boy, so I don’t think so.”

Jungkook whined, shaking his head, dark curls fluttering, soaked with sweat.

“P-please, I’ll be good, I need it, I need you to do it, fuck, please.”

“No.”

You pressed the vibrator into the cock ring and Jungkook nearly screamed, cutting himself off by snapping his jaw shut and yelling into the floor, hips jerking in your hands. You kept it there for a good five seconds before you removed it and backed up, reaching into the velvet bag again. Jungkook had maybe one shaking inhale before you gripped him under his armpits, hoisting him up.

“Let go of the ring,” you commanded, and his hands dropped, helping you get him to his knees. His bruised knees. Still, he leaned against you, soaking your clothes with his sweat, spreading his legs out more so his body lowered and your head could be seen past his shoulder.

You reached down and removed the cock ring, Jungkook gasping in relief. It rolled away, now forgotten.

“Get yourself off.”

“B-but, noona…”

Your hands appeared and pressed against his nipples, turning on both bullet vibrators at once.

“Get. Yourself. Off.”

“F-fuck!”

His hand immediately flew to his cock, viciously pumping himself as you rubbed his nipples with the toys, his groans rumbling in his chest with the vibrations, so strong, so intense, his tan skin glistening with sweat, arm tattoos dancing as he stroked himself fast, his cock so hard it was purple now, veins popping out.

And, like the masochist he was…

Jungkook grabbed the head and squeezed firmly, cutting off his own orgasm with a wail.

You responded just as fast, dropping your hands and shoving the vibrators against his balls, twice as much stimulation as before. His head fell back against your shoulder, half-moans, half-screams of your name as he bucked into them, working himself up once again, your breath against his neck, your eyes watching Jungkook’s reflection – his shaking legs, his balls cupped in your hands, his abused and overstimulated cock popping in and out of his tattooed hand, his now inflamed nipples, sweat dripping down his neck, long black hair flared out against your cheek, the mole under his lower lip trembling with his cries.

Fuck, he was everything. Everything you ever wanted.

“Ah, noona, yes, yes, you’re so good to me, so good…”

“Cum on the mirror,” you demanded. “Cum all over yourself, pretty boy.”

Jungkook whined, snapping his head back down, feeling you increase the vibration setting on his balls and that was it, the tipping point as he sobbed out your name, shooting all over the mirror in large splatters of white, jerking his hips so it traveled higher, sticking onto the reflective glass, all over his reflection.

And he watched it, moaning, so entranced by his likeness covered in his own cum, dripping down in slow smears, messy and dirty.

You turned off the vibrators, withdrew your hands from him.

“Lick it off.”

Jungkook was exhausted, wheezing, hoarse, and yet he still removed his hand from his cock, crawling to the mess he made, pink tongue flopping out, licking his own cum off the mirror, eating it up with groans of satisfaction. You watched him, fascinated, surprised he even listened to you, surprised he was still going, because honestly at this point, you really thought you had gone too far, but Jungkook was enthusiastically making out with his own face with his orgasm at your command, and loving every second of it.

“Jungkook.”

He pushed himself away from the mirror, immediately coming to you, his dark brown eyes hazy with pleasure. He dumped himself in your lap. You still wearing all your clothes. He looked up at you, lips curving into a naughty grin.

“I love it when you turn me into your plaything.”

This guy.

“What do you want?” Jungkook panted. “I’ll do anything. Anything for you.”

Oh, that’s right. You had spent so much focus and energy on Jungkook that you completely forgot about yourself. How did that happen? Ah, but you were so tired now. You let out a puff of disbelief and slid down to the floor.

“I want a nap. Get back to me tomorrow morning.”

You woke up slowly to something wet and hot between your legs.

Can I wake you up by eating you out tomorrow morning?

If you brush your teeth.

Really?!

If you brush your teeth, yes.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, breathing in Jungkook’s scent. His bed. His tongue against your opening, softly lapping, burying his nose into your core. You pursed your lips, sighing softly. The tip of the wet muscle slid up, licking at your clit. You pressed your hips into his face and the large hands around your thighs tightened, holding you closer.

He moaned, so hot, right into your pussy.

Your hands released the sheets, sliding across the fabric, up your hip, tracing his fingers. Eyes still closed, feeling for his long hair, clean, fluffy, wild from sleep. Burying your fingers in the strands, pressing him down into you.

“Ah, Jungkook…”

He licked faster, lips closing around your clit, pushing his head into you as he pressed your thighs into the sides of his face. You could feel his cheekbones, his jaw rubbing against your skin. Felt his wet warmth, rapidly rubbing your sensitive nub.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred and he whined, vibrating your pussy with the sound.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you hissed, gliding into your orgasm, dripping into his mouth as your clit throbbed against his tongue, pleasure flooding you like a warm blanket.

You finally opened your eyes, breathing out as you saw Jungkook’s handsome face between your legs, cleaning you up. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nuzzling your skin. He seemed to feel you watching him and his eyes looked up, bright, doe-like, chocolatey. His pink lips glistened with your release.

“Noona?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I keep the collar?”

You raised an eyebrow. He smiled at you, playful, naughty.

“If you pay for it,” you replied, half-joking.

His tongue flashed out.

“I can pay in cash and in orgasms.”

You laughed as Jungkook dove down between your legs once again.

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little things in your relationship with the v3 boys + Byakuya <3

- mod velv

K1-B0 (KIIBO)

★ him tapping on your shoulder when he has a question, something to show you, etc.

★ Kiibo was a bit scared to cuddle you at first, due to his bulky frame, so he always has some sort of sweater or sweatshirt with him at all times in case you need cuddles

★ him refusing to let you consume anything unless he’s checked it over at LEAST twice

★ him always asking you how you’re feeling throughout the day

★ Kiibo making you little bracelets out of thread, and sneakily slipping them on you. by the end of the day you’ve got like 5 on your arm that you have NO idea when or where they got on you

★ ^ because of this, he likes to play with them on your wrist while you sit together and you’re just “wait what-“

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

★ him running his hand up and down your back just enough to give you shivers every time

★ Kiyo gently pulling you to his side if you wander too far

★ him leaning down next to you just enough to whisper teasing words and sweet nothings into your ear throughout the day, before nuzzling his masked face into your neck and pulling away

★ Kiyo just being so nurturing with you

★ braiding his hair while he just relaxes into you. like you just playing with the gorgeous locks he sports, while his back is flush against your chest as you hum. he can’t get enough of it.

★ Kiyo kind of.. latching onto you in your sleep. good luck on getting out of bed on time hehe

RANTARO AMAMI

★ like i said in my relationship HCs, Rantaro is a bit of a doodler. so be prepared for that

★ him acting a bit like a crow and giving you the objects he finds. they mostly consist of rather small but breathtaking things. like a dried flower, a really pretty rock, etc. and his reasoning is that “it just reminds me of you. it’s because you’re so gorgeous.” the gODAMN FLIRT-

★ him sending you little smiles and smirks throughout the day, along with winks

★ Rantaro humming to you when you both are together, no matter if you’re alone or not.

★ ^ those little humming moments usually turn into him saying the stupidest things in a sing-songy voice. while you’re a giggling mess, he’s biting your ear-lobe gently while just seductively whispering something about cows and you just lose it

★ him booping your nose a LOT

SHUICHI SAIHARA

★ you straight up SNATCHING his hat and parading around in it

★ trying to figure out what tf he just wrote on the piece of paper he gave you like 5 minutes ago because his handwriting is so messy and you’re just “ 👁👄👁”

★ Shuichi constantly linking your pinkies together

★ you two having a couple of inside jokes that are the FUNNIEST things

★ him helping you edit any workload or essays that you need to submit soon

★ ^ along with that, Shuichi helping you write your essay that’s due at 11:59 and it’s currently 11:50. you two POWER through it lemme tell ya

GONTA GOKUHARA

★ Gonta teaching you how to handle certain bugs, as they’re delicate

★ you getting carried by ✨Gonta✨

★ straight up BABYING him if he ever gets a cut. like he’ll be working with some ladybugs and he hasn’t even noticed the decently sized cut on his arm, and you’re just “gONTA YOUR A R M-“ and he’s just “oh! Gonta not notice. oops :)”

★ ^ smh and then you’ll lightly scold him because you want your boyfriend to be careful and his heart is so full of love for you during these moments

★ you needing something from a height only he can reach, and Gonta just hoisting you’re up onto his shoulders so you can grab it

★ Gonta is w a r m. he’s like a full on human heater. so y’all’s cuddle session is otherworldly

RYOMA HOSHI

★ Ryoma silently laughing when you screw things up or start to stutter. he thinks it’s hilarious

★ also like Shuichi, snATCHING HIS HAT

★ ^ good luck keeping it for long though. he knows. he’ll find you

★ him actually opening up about his older tennis stories. your breath catches in your throat when you can hear the passion in his voice, dancing with a tinge of sadness and guilt as he tells you stories you’d never get to experience yourself

★ him being the big spoon. he needs his p r i d e.

★ ^ h o w e v e r. catch him on a bad day and this man is your little spoon through and through.

KOKICHI OUMA

★ Kokichi full on LAUNCHING himself at you if you ever come into his eyesight

★ him squeezing his way into you. like, if your arms are crossed, he scoots his way under your arms so that you’re holding him against your frame. another example is that if you’re sitting down, Kokichi will absolutely plant himself in your lap

★ Kokichi wiggling his way onto your back and falling asleep. you’ll most likely have to carry him in a piggyback ride on these rare days

★ him annoying you to no end just so you could kiss him to shut him up

★ chase scenes. that’s all i’m gonna say

★ him taking things that you’d need in a moment and having you look for them

KAITO MOMOTA

★ Kaito going off about constellations or somethin like that smh we love him here

★ him straight up YOINKING you back into his chest if you ever stand in front of him

★ you playing with his goatee randomly. he finds it adorable, but a bit embarrassing when you do it in front of Maki, he’ll tell you to stop. lmao don’t listen to him keep doing it

★ ^ Maki finds it hilarious

★ doing this thing when you two are reading and you have the book. you’ll straight up slam the book shut right under his chin to screw up the goatee and it’s FUNNY

★ Kaito just bein’ a simp for ya

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

★ him stealing very subtle glances at you from across the room. he likes to observe you, basically. the way you talk and move your hands with so much life, he LOVES it

★ you laughing whenever he scrunches up his face in distaste.

★ you resting your chin on his shoulder when it’s just the two of you. he’ll be searching for a book and you just plop your head right next to him on his shoulder, and he’ll say something like “too dependent on me now, hm?”

★ ^ stupid little rich boy smh i love him

★ while Byakuya isn’t a very cuddly person, but you two find alternatives. like you holding onto the sleeve of his suit thingy and such

★ that changes at night tho lmao like Korekiyo he LATCHES onto you

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nobodies-png · 3 years

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Okay. So this is like, the funniest prompt that I found, wrote a bit for, and forgot about. I wrote it for a different fandom, and then thought "Organization XIII would be funny for this..." Org. XIII is turned into children and now the Reader has to (make sure they don't die) take care of them. Ages like... 4-9 because that's when children are the funniest. Do what you will with it

ngl im a sucker for old cliche prompts like these, every fandom has at least an au for this specific setting or some kindergarden au lolol

anyway here’s some HCs as to how they’d act and stuff !

Xemnas :

One of the oldest kids, but you don’t really know what to make of him. You were expecting Xemnas to still lead the rest, scare them into submission with a simple glare or something - turns out he’s rather timid. Barely speaks, you get the feeling he’s ignoring you on purpose, just makes a lot of faces and noises to indicate what he’s feeling.

Somewhat clingy too, but unlike Demyx and Xigbar who want to get your attention through any means possible, Xemnas just grabs onto the hem of your shirt and follows you everywhere in silence. Doesn’t cause much trouble, but he doesn’t help you keep the others in check either, a true neutral I guess.

Sometimes, he will just disappear and show up whenever you least expect him. Loves to climb and sit on tall places. Spaces out a lot. Compared to the rest, you can probably leave him to his own devices, as long as he’s not left alone with Xigbar or Larxene.

Xigbar :

Actually the oldest, but pretty annoying and high maintenance. If he got on your nerves as his regular self, then you’re in for a fucking ride - this Xigbar is here to cause problems on purpose. He likes to talk, a lot. And it’s sucks because it’s usually endless and mindless chatter or pointing out everything that he sees.

If he starts to get bored, he’ll scurry off to bother someone else, but it usually ends with someone crying or hurt. Don’t even bother keeping him on a leash, the bastard is too smart to be contained.

Xigbar is one of those kids that can be extremely useful if you get him on your side, as he has no problem snitching and ratting out the others. The best way to keep him from losing his other eye or gouging out someone else’s is to bribe or trick him into helping you (just know that he can also be bribed by the other kids, Xigbar WILL betray you).

Xaldin :

You expected Zexion to be the loner type, but turns out it’s Xaldin - he’ll always be on his own or avoiding the others, usually around the kitchen since you’ve banned everyone from going in there until they return to normal (not that they listen to you, but oh well).

Xaldin is pretty much like those kids who hate being treated like kids and who pretend to be above the rest. While he might seem calm, it’s really easy to get him riled up, a simple “I bet you can’t do this or that” and he’s off to prove himself.

Oddly enough, he gets jealous easily - if you give Roxas a cookie or whatever for behaving, then you GOTTA give Xaldin one too or else he’ll throw a fit. The best thing you can do with him is be honest and confess that you need him to chill the fuck out and Not Die :tm: while you take care of the others, he’ll feel all grown up because you told him the truth and will calmly stay in his room.

Vexen :

One of the oldest kids, the stereotypical kid who only has ONE interest and won’t shut the fuck up about it, which is cute but not everyone has the patience to sit through a 6 hour talk about dinosaurs. You never expected this baby Vexen to be so into dinosaurs out of all things. Of course, just because he only talks about them, doesn’t mean he’s not curious about all that shiny lab equipment.

You can’t keep him distracted with dinosaur books all day, he still has the heart and mind of a scientist ! Because he’s a very obvious nerd, he’s the target for a lot of members in the organization, namely Larxene - and when Vexen gets flustered or frustrated, he freezes up. Literally. He WILL freeze the entire room too.

Your best bet is to pair him up with Zexion or Xion, since they’ll gladly sit down to listen and learn. The three will gladly stay locked up in the library learning and reading. You just gotta hope Vexen doesn’t instantly crush Zexion and Xion’s dreams by ruining their fairytales with facts and logic.

Lexaeus :

Also one of the older kids and the tallest too. This Lexaeus is just as stoic and intimidating as the original, but apparently he’s also very sensitive. Everytime he speaks to you it sounds like he might be about to cry. But he looks fine ? So you really don’t know what to do about him.

Either way, Lexaeus is also very helpful and responsible, so you can trust him to watch over the rowdy kids and keep them relatively safe, just try not to pair him with the suuuper loud ones.

Probably the type to take the blame and responsibility for any pranks gone wrong under his watch, even if you fully know there’s no way he’s responsible. Lexaeus is the epitome of “I just want everyone to get along”. Somehow, he’s very gentle with the others (as gentle as one can be when straight up dragging Xigbar out of the ventilation system) but he’ll break any toys and other items given to him.

Zexion :

Zexion is very very small, so you can probably understand the stress he’s going through, surrounded by these animals. Like Xemnas and Demyx, he’d be pretty clingy but he wouldn’t be able to follow you around or cling to you with all the others pushing and fighting around.

So you can either just carry him on your shoulders or leave him with Lexaeus or Vexen as mentioned before. If not, Zexion will wander and either fall asleep in the Grey Area or find the library on his own.

Not a problematic child, really. Zexion lacks the energy and the feralness to join any shenanigans - he's also smart enough to know that he’ll be better off listening to you and staying clear out of safety hazards. Though there’s always the chance of other members taking advantage of Zexion’s naive and curious nature.

Saix :

You were expecting him to be a tiny version of his regular self, bitter and strict. Surprisingly, he’s way more fun as a kid, glued to Axel by the hip too. They’re the duo you should look out for - Axel is the one who gets them in trouble and Saix is the one who makes sure you never notice they were behind it all.

The one with a TERRIBLE temper right after waking up. Saix won’t hesitate to bite and claw anyone who tries to wake him up, even Axel knows better than to try. If it’s nap time, let him go, don’t even try to stop him. Don’t let anyone else near him.

Other than that ? A very nice kid in general, he feels a sense of responsibility when it comes to the younger members, so he’ll be the one to keep Axel in check whenever Zexion, Roxas or Xion are around. As for the older ones ? They’re on their own.

Axel :

Axel is the first one to say “fuck” and it spreads like wildfire. So if you start hearing a bunch of kids swear at the top of their lungs, you know who caused it. You’ll also know because you’ll find him laughing and wheezing on the ground.

Somewhat naive, if you tell him he can’t say “invertebrae” because it’s a swear world, he’ll believe you. But SURPRISINGLY he’s very aware of how dangerous his fire powers are - like, Axel wants to cause trouble on purpose, but he doesn’t really want anything to escalate and get anyone actually hurt. Unless it’s Vexen. If it’s Vexen, then it’s fine by him.

You might hear “Y/N, LOOK” before seeing Axel in the kitchen casting fucking Firaga on a bag of Totinos or something. He and Demyx somehow keep getting targeted by the Dusks, who love to play pranks on them.

Demyx :

Most likely to eat food off the ground, or anything shiny and colorful, really. He has the exact same vibes as the little brother who likes to follow people he thinks are cool to try and impress them, just to be considered a cool kid too.

Demyx is very clingy but also a sneaky kid, he can easily cry his heart out so you’ll pay attention and protect him from people he’s pissed off. This is literally why most of the kids don’t like to be around him, cause he’s THAT kid who will ruin everyone’s funs by calling the responsible adult if he gets upset.

Instead of being musically inclined, Demyx just makes a lot of noise - constant loud humming, blowing raspberries, stomping his feet or tapping/hitting things, repeating funny noises or phrases he picks up. Probably has an old ass iPod or an MP3 you can distract him with.

Luxord :

DO YOU KNOW THOSE LITTLE KIDS WHO ARE SMARTASSES ? The ones who act like they know the mysteries of the world and give you a look of superiority because you clearly don’t know what tubby custard really is ? Yeah, that’s Luxord.

Full of fun facts that he LOVES to brag about, but most of them are fake and he’s none the wiser. You cannot correct him either because it’ll be like telling an 8 year old that Santa isn’t real. Thankfully, you don’t HAVE to correct him because that’s what Xaldin is for.

Most likely to steal Xigbar’s eyepatch for himself and somehow convince everyone else that it was HIS eyepatch in the first place. How ? We don’t know, we just don’t know. Also Luxord might just steal little trinkets from everyone and stash them under his bed like the little creacher he is. If you can’t find your keys, you know who’s got em.

Marluxia :

A natural big brother figure. Very understanding too, even if you’ve heard from Larxene that he’s tired of everyone pulling his hair and that he might shave it all off just so they all stop. Yeah, there’s some lingering resentment in there. He’s 50/50 on being a little bastard and an angel.

Marluxia volunteers to help you take care of the other kids, mostly because he likes bossing others around and because he also likes reading books to Zexion and Xion so they fall asleep.

LOVES to leave trails of petals and flowers wherever he goes, but REFUSES to clean up. Always seen with Larxene - Marluxia is also lowkey competitive so he sees the Axel + Saix duo as rivals. In what, exactly ? Who knows. VERY picky with food too. Actually, just very picky and petty in general.

Larxene :

The one kid who develops a personal vendetta against you from day 1. Larxene DESPISES being told what to do, so if you’re constantly telling her not to do this, to do that and whatever, she will make your life a living hell and do the opposite out of spite.

You didn’t hear this from me, but Larxene is GENUINELY upset that she keeps accidentally zapping people whenever she plays with them. It’s really hard for her to apologize too, so you’ll have to step in a lot to de-escalate the situation.

Larxene sticks forks in outlets JUST to scare others, since she cannot get hurt at all by electricity. She just seems to enjoy making others afraid.

Roxas :

One of the youngest, Roxas doesn’t KNOW what “using your indoor voice” means, he’s either DEAD quiet or SCREAMING about how he’d like to have ice cream as a treat, please and thank you. It’s really fucking funny to see honestly. Just make sure he doesn’t sneak up on you and scare you shitless.

The type who gets dragged into shenanigans rather than cause them - he’s a very neutral and calm kid otherwise. The worst thing he can do is just steal everyone’s dessert or something because of that intense sweet tooth he’s got.

A lot of the older kids LOVE trying to get him and Xion to laugh, because Roxas has this permanent poker face AND because they both have really funny snort giggle laughs.

Xion :

Also one of the youngest, very sweet, patient and polite ! Xion also tends to be very clingy, always needing to hold hands with someone whenever she walks around Castle Oblivion. No one has the heart to tell her no, either.

Can get VERY VERY irritating and angry when someone tries to make fun of her or Roxas. Like a little hurricane of puppies - Xion won’t stop pestering all the meanies until she’s received a proper apology. If she somehow ends up hurting someone, she’ll insist on making up too.

Xion also tends to copy people she likes, similar to Demyx. You might catch her imitating your movements or way of speaking, or even copying the Dusks’ movements - but just make sure she doesn’t see you, Xion will explode out of embarrassment.

#KH headcanons #reader insert #organization xiii #xemnas #xigbar #xaldin #vexen #lexaeus #zexion #saix #axel #demyx #luxord #marluxia #larxene #roxas #xion #writing for xemnas and xigbar hurts a lot more now that KHUX is over

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wayward-dreamer · 3 years

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Life’s Lessons - Part 14

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Meeting Family (Part 2)

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 8,964 (Yikes! Sorry guys! Lol) (song lyrics in italics)

Part Summary: Y/N wants to ensure that Dean has the most amazing birthday, happy to have gotten him presents she really thinks he’ll like. She gives him a great day out, before sucking up her nerves and meeting his parents at his birthday dinner. After, she surprises him by bringing one of his fantasies to life, giving him a completely satisfying, overwhelming and mind-blowing birthday experience.

Warnings: Slight angst at the start, some insecurities, mention of reader’s ex, So much fluff, like so much, guys. Happy tears, Laughter. SO MUCH SMUT. Like, so much, guys. Roleplay sex, Rough Sex, Slight Dom!Reader, Slight Sub!Dean, Oral sex (Male and Female receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, people), Dirty talk, Hair pulling, Brief spanking (only twice). And then so much more fluff, again. (I think that’s it lol).

Music: Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd (lyrics not featured, listen to it during Dean and Mary scene), Hot for Teacher by Van Halen (lyrics not featured, listen to it during Dean and Y/N in her office scene), Feel Like Makin’ Love by Bad Company (Dean and Y/N end scene).

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A/N: I had no idea this chapter was so long until I tried to edit it, but I didn't want to lose all the goodies in here, so I apologise lol. I can’t believe there’s only one chapter and the epilogue after this. Feeling very overwhelmed by all your love for this series, and I just can’t wait to bring it home and see what you guys think of the end. Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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The next couple of weeks went by quickly, as Dean and Y/N got into a routine of work and seeing each other. They went out a few more times, but they mostly kept to Dean’s house, enjoying their time together, away from the world outside their bubble. They had hung out with their friends, had gone out for dinner a couple of times, went bowling and mini golfing on separate occasions, but it was their time at home that was truly what they enjoyed most.

Y/N had pretty much migrated over to Dean’s. She had brought a few items of clothing over with her, some make-up and some other things that she needed on a regular basis. She had her sleepwear there but most of the time she did steal Dean’s shirts to wear to bed. She only ever went over to her house to get fresh clothes and to do work for school in her home office, so that she would have some time in her own space to concentrate. She loved being there with him, and it had felt like they were practically living together, sparking fantasies in her head of when they would actually move in together.

She had been thinking about the future a lot since she met his brother and sister-in-law. She loved Sam and Eileen and had met up with them on two more occasions since then, as they all hung out with Cas, Meg, Charlie, Dorothy, Benny and Andrea one night at Cas and Meg’s home, and then Dean’s on another night. She wanted to be a part of this for as long as Dean wanted her around, and she hoped he would want her for a very long time. She loved his family; she loved his friends who had become her friends… and she loved him. She loved him more than she ever thought she could love someone.

It scared her to think how quickly it happened, but it also wasn’t scary because who couldn’t love Dean when he was the most amazing person she had ever met? She wanted to tell him how she felt; she wanted to shout it from the rooftops that she was in love, but she knew she needed to wait until it was appropriate to tell him. She didn’t want to blurt it out and ruin everything.

It was a few days before Dean’s birthday, and Y/N had asked Charlie and Meg to meet her at the mall after work. Luckily Meg had worked the morning shift and had the rest of the day off and could join them. She had already gotten Dean what she thought were the perfect gifts for him, but she wanted to do something a little more for him in the form of sexy lingerie. Which is why she had called her girls in for reinforcements. She was going to his parents’ house for dinner with Sam and Eileen coming over too, but once they got home was when she planned to reveal her sexy present.

Y/N was in the fitting room of a lingerie store trying on different sets, as Charlie and Meg sat outside, talking to her. She was glad to have them there, though she had to laugh when Meg had said to just buy anything because Dean would find anything she wore hot and rip it off anyway.

“So, when are you planning to execute the art of seduction?” Meg asked from the other side of the door.

“Once we get back home from dinner at his parents” Y/N replied, as she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a lacy, light blue bra and panties set. She had told them about her nerves about meeting John and Mary.

“I’m sure that’s going to go great” Charlie said, smiling. “Sam and Eileen already love you, and John and Mary will, too.”

“Yeah, I think so, too” Y/N said, as she unlocked the door.

Meg stepped in and frowned as she saw the color. “Definitely not.”

This was the sixth one Y/N had tried on, after a nude set, light pink, darker pink, red, and then navy blue.

“When in doubt, always go with black” she said, and then gestured to the black number.

“True” Y/N agreed, as Meg moved out and she locked the door again.

She quickly took off the one she was wearing, before putting on the black lacy bra and panties, stockings and garter belt, clipping things in the appropriate places. She opened the door and Meg peered in again, her eyes automatically widening, with a wide grin on her face.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely it” she said, wagging her eyebrows. Charlie came up to them and peered in too, smirking at Y/N in the mirror. “Yeah, take it from me… that’s the one.” She winked at Y/N, causing her to look away shyly.

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Okay.”

Meg and Charlie snickered as they left Y/N to get changed.

After Y/N bought the set and they left the mall, they went to their favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner. Sitting around a round table, Y/N smiled as she looked between these two women who had seen her through so much in the last 6 months. She couldn’t have done any of it without them by her side.

“You guys are so cute together; I can’t deal with it” Charlie gushed as she talked about Y/N and Dean.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.”

Meg looked at Y/N knowingly. She knew that look well. “Have you told him yet?”

Y/N shook her head in response, knowing what Meg was asking.

“Why not, Y/N?” Charlie asked, frowning.

“Because… I’m scared something bad is going to happen” Y/N replied, finally revealing her fears. “I’ve had bad break ups in the past, but if anything happened with Dean… this one will end me. I just know it.”

“You can’t think like that, sweetie” Meg said, her usual snarky humour absent for once as she comforted her friend. “It took you guys a long time to get to this place, and everything worked out the way it did for a reason. You’re meant to be with Dean, anyone can see that.”

“I love him so much. I do. I’m just worried I’ll say it too early and ruin everything” Y/N frowned, shaking her head. “God knows I’ve made that mistake before, with Ethan.”

“You’ll know when to say it, Y/N. You will” Charlie reassured her, taking her hand across the table. “This isn’t like Ethan at all; Dean isn’t going to treat you the way he did. He’ll never take advantage of your love.”

Y/N nodded, sighing at her own stupidity. How could she think, even for a split second, that Dean would ever reject her? Every now and then those thoughts that haunted her would creep up, and she had to learn how to keep them in check.

“You’re right” she said, huffing as she shook her head.

“When the time is right… you’ll know it. Trust me” Meg said, a soft smile on her face.

Y/N smiled at her and then at Charlie, squeezing their hands in hers, as they moved on from that conversation once their food arrived.

The morning of Dean’s birthday arrived.

Y/N was incredibly thankful it fell on a Saturday, making all the executions of her plans that much easier. She had already made him his favorite breakfast of waffles, bacon and fresh coffee as he slept in a while longer. He didn’t schedule to go off on his secret Saturday mission this week, so she had him all to herself on his birthday which she was very happy about.

She had set the table with breakfast and then walked back down the hall to the bedroom. She smiled as she saw him snuggled into her pillow, snoring softly. She walked over quietly, sitting on the edge of the mattress. She reached up and softly combed her hand through his tousled hair, sticking up in different directions. He hummed as he felt her hand in his hair, a small smirk gracing his face, his eyes still closed.

“Morning, birthday boy” she whispered into his ear, as she leaned over him. She slowly climbed up on the bed, her legs on either side of him as she straddled him.

She smiled as Dean turned onto his back, his eyes opening and his smirk growing as he saw her above him. She sat on his hips; her palms pressed into his chest.

“Well, this is a great way to wake up on my birthday” he grinned, sleepily. His hands gripped her hips, stroking his thumbs along the fabric of her pyjamas. She leaned down, kissing his lips softly.

“Happy Birthday, Dean” she smiled.

“Thanks, sweetheart” he smirked as he held her cheek, keeping her close to kiss her again. He tried to deepen it, but she pulled away, smirking.

“Not yet, baby” she said, tapping his cheek as she moved off of him.

Dean frowned as he sat up. “Damn.”

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours tonight” she smiled. “Actually… you’re all mine.” She winked at him, walking out of the bedroom.

Dean grinned as he thought about what that could possibly mean. He got up, brushed his teeth and then met her in the kitchen, walking over to the dining table and sitting down next to her. As they started eating, Dean kept asking her what her plans were, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Not even a hint?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope” she replied, popping the ‘p’ as she shook her head. She laughed at his frowny face as she ate. “So… for tonight, should I-” she started asking about what she should bring to his parents, but he stopped her.

“Before you say it, no you don’t need to bring anything” he said, taking her hand in his. “My mom said just bring yourself and that’s it. Trust me, the wine for her and the whiskey for my dad is enough.”

“Well, as long as it’s okay” she said, shrugging.

“It is” he smiled, picking up her hand and kissing it.

She smiled at him as they went back to eating their breakfast.

“Hey, um… I didn’t tell you before but… my dad and I talked. About everything” Dean told her.

“Really?” she asked, curiously. “How’d it go?”

“Good. He uh… he apologized” he replied, nodding as he told her what happened on Thanksgiving.

“Dean, that’s really great” she smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, well… it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t encouraged me about the garage so… thanks, sweetheart. I mean it.” he smiled back, squeezing her hand in his.

Y/N couldn’t keep the smile off her face as they continued to eat breakfast. Once they were done, she turned to him with excitement.

“Okay, present number one” she said, as she got up and rushed down the hall.

“One?” he asked, confused. “How many things did you get me, sweetheart?”

She walked in, carrying two large presents, almost as big as the photo of the Impala she had gotten him for Christmas.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out” she replied, laughing.

He shook his head, feeling a little guilty that she had gone to so much trouble for him. She gestured for him to open it, waiting patiently as he ripped the wrapping off both presents.

“Oh fuck, these are awesome!” he yelled as he looked down at two framed posters of two of his favorite movies: Unforgiven and The Great Escape. He always said he wanted posters for his home office, but had never gotten around to doing it.

“You like?” she asked, smiling.

“I love ‘em” he replied, pulling her into a hug. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome” she said, kissing his cheek. He leaned in and kissed her, passionately.

“Alright, we better get ready because we need to get to present number two” she said, lightly smacking his butt.

“We showering together, too?” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows.

“Nothing’s happening until tonight, Dean” she playfully scolded.

“You…,” he started as he pointed at her. “…are very stubborn.”

She smiled at him, a look of mischief in her eyes as she leaned forward and took the finger pointed at her into her mouth. Dean’s eyes widened as she sucked on it, looking up at him, letting out a small moan as she bobbed her head slightly back and forth. Dean felt the blood rush straight to his dick, feeling himself getting hard. She released his finger with a pop, her tongue running under the length of it.

“Just a preview for tonight” she whispered as she winked at him.

“Son of a bitch” he sighed, shaking his head as he stared at her. She was really going to be the death of him.

She turned and walked towards the hallway, Dean quickly following behind her. She saw him coming up behind her and took off running, straight into the bedroom. She squealed as he always caught her, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door, locking it. He tried to turn the knob, but he shook his head, annoyed.

“You’re evil, Y/N Y/L/N!” he called out as he heard the shower start to run.

He heard her laughing and shook his head, falling back on the bed. He smiled as he stared up at the ceiling.

God, he loved that woman so damn much.

Dean and Y/N spent the day out, as she took him to the Automotive Museum’s new exhibit. She had gotten the idea from Sam, who said Dean hadn’t been there since he was a kid with John. She found out the museum had a new exhibit on classic cars and knew she had to take him there. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she saw his excitement as they made their way through the exhibit. He was a kid in a candy store, and she had fallen in love with him all over again. They went for a quick, light lunch after they left the museum, before they returned home. They spent a few hours relaxing on the couch, watching TV before getting ready to go for dinner to his parents’ house. Y/N got ready at her house, not wanting Dean to see the lingerie she had put on under her pink A-line dress and brown knee-high boots. She put on her black coat and scarf, picked up present number three and her purse, before leaving her house.

Dean was waiting outside his house with the bottles of wine and whiskey and smiled when she walked over. He shook his head as he looked at yet another big present, though not as big as the others.

“You have a problem, sweetheart” he laughed.

“I’m just making this day special for you” she said, smiling as she sat in the car.

As he started the car and pulled out of the driveway, he glanced over at her as he drove.

“You’re making me look bad, Y/N” he said, looking out at the road ahead of him. “I only got you a record.”

She cocked her head to the side, shaking her head. “We weren’t together then, Dean. It’s totally okay. Plus, even if we were, it’s the thought that counts. So, I don’t care if you get me 50 things, or just one thing… I’d love it all the same.”

He smirked, picking up her hand and turning his head, kissing her knuckles. He kept their hands connected as he drove with the other towards his parents’ house.

Once they got there, Dean parked outside on the curb behind Sam’s car, taking Y/N’s hand as they got out of the car and walked on the cleared path up to the porch. She carried the whiskey for his dad, and he carried the wine for his mom. She smiled as she admired the modest clean white lines of the house, a porch swing on the porch as well as hanging plants. Dean rang the doorbell and she let out a deep breath.

“You got this, sweetheart” he whispered as he looked at her.

She nodded with a small smile, gripping his hand tighter as the door opened to reveal Dean’s dad, John, on the other side.

“Hey, kids” he smiled at them as he opened the door wider to let them in. “Happy Birthday, Dean.” He hugged Dean; Y/N quickly dropping her hand from his so they could.

“Thanks, dad.” Once they pulled away, Dean turned to her and smiled.

“Good to see you again, Y/N” John said, offering his hand with a smile.

She took it, shaking it as she felt herself relax. John was a lot like Dean, relaxed and carefree, and she could tell that from their first meeting, too. “Good to see you again, Mr. Winchester.”

“Again?!” they heard a voice call out from behind them. They all turned to see Mary walking over, wide eyed. “You’ve met her before?”

“Honey, it was just for a minute or so, a couple of months ago” John explained, getting Mary to relax.

“Mom, it was barely a meeting” Dean added in. Y/N looked nervous and he wrapped his arm around her, his thumb stroking her shoulder. Mary frowned before she shrugged. “I’ll allow it.” She looked over at Y/N and smiled, and the younger woman felt herself relax a little again. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Y/N.”

She leaned in and hugged Y/N tightly. Y/N tried to keep the smile off her face, but she couldn’t.

“You too, Mrs. Winchester” she said, as they pulled away.

“Oh sweetie, please call us John and Mary” Mary laughed, as she led them into the living room.

“Okay” Y/N laughed, slightly more at ease. She held out the whiskey and wine. “These are for you.” She handed them over respectively and got little looks of approval with a thanks from each of them.

Mary turned to her son and enveloped him in a tight hug. “Happy Birthday, my beautiful boy.” She kissed his cheek, causing Dean to grimace slightly. The display of motherly affection in front of his girlfriend was a little embarrassing. She found it cute though.

Y/N greeted Sam and Eileen, and Mary glared at all of them when she realized that they had all met before too. “Alright, that’s it. I’m the only one talking to Y/N tonight.”

She linked her arm with Y/N’s as they sat down on the couch. She looked over at Dean and he just looked at her with a “I told ya so” look.

“What’d I tell ya…” he gestured to the women’s linked arms with his finger. “Intense.”

Mary asked Y/N every question possible about her life back in New York, her family and teaching and Y/N answered as articulately as she always did. Dean watched her with a smile on his face. He could listen to her all freaking day. Once they all sat down to eat, Y/N listened happily as they reminisced about their family holidays, past birthdays and the boys when they were younger.

“And it’s just a mess! It’s greasy, and fatty and I just can’t believe I ever fed that to them!” Mary laughed, as she recalled the first dish she ever made for John and Dean when they all moved into the house.

“But wait” Y/N stopped them as she tried to stop laughing. “Why is it called Winchester Surprise?”

“I really don’t know” Mary said, her laughter calming down into a giggle. “It was a bunch of things mixed in together… so, surprise!”

Y/N shook her head as she calmed down, looking over at Dean who had calmed down as well. Dinner was absolutely amazing and so was everyone else. John and Mary were warm and welcoming, and she couldn’t believe how well she fit in with everyone. It was overwhelming and her heart was completely full.

“But he just loves it, for whatever reason” Mary said, gesturing to Dean.

“It’s so gross” Sam chimed in, shaking his head as his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Yeah, you would think that, health freak” Dean teased.

“Shut up” Sam hit back, a typical younger brother response.

“I have to be honest, I like it too” Eileen confessed, with a sheepish smile.

“I knew I liked you for a reason” Dean smirked as he pointed at her.

“I’ll have to try it sometime” Y/N added, smiling at him.

“You should” John said, nodding.

“Dad made it once… well, tried to anyway” Dean laughed. John joined in, shaking his head.

“God, that thing was… now, that was disgusting” John said, still laughing.

Mary quickly got up and walked into the kitchen. She returned with a big pie with several candles around it, all lit.

“Okay, 1… 2… 3…” She counted before everyone started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Dean. She placed it in front of him and smiled softly the whole time as he looked around at everyone.

Dean’s eyes landed on Y/N, who smiled brightly at him as she sang. If someone had told him last August that he’d break up with Lisa and be with this incredible woman who encouraged him, who looked out for him and who fit in so well with his family, he would think they were insane. He didn’t think he’d ever feel this way for anyone, so completely content. He was a lucky man. He knew he was.

Dean blew out the candles and made an actual wish, for the first time in a long time. He wished for this woman sitting next to him to always be there. To always be with him, through every obstacle that would no doubt come their way. He knew together they could conquer anything.

After dessert, Dean watched from the kitchen as Y/N sat with John, Sam and Eileen, chatting with all of them. He smiled as he saw her trying to learn a few more phrases in sign language from Eileen. He found it comical that she had ever been scared that she wouldn’t be able to handle meeting his family. She was amazing and they all loved her. He couldn’t be happier about that.

“So, when are you dropping the big L-bomb?” Mary asked, as she suddenly came up next to him.

“What?” he asked in return, confused.

“Dean, come on” Mary said, raising an eyebrow.

Dean looked at his mom, sighing. He knew he couldn’t keep things from her; she was too good at figuring stuff out.

“I don’t know when” he shrugged.

Mary hummed, leaning against the bench next to him. “Might I suggest… soon?”

Dean folded his arms across his chest, nodding. “I’ve… I’ve never really said that to a girl before.”

“Okay” Mary nodded, slowly. “But… that is what you feel, isn’t it?” She wanted to make sure that she was reading things right.

“Yeah” Dean nodded, firmly. “It is.”

“Then, follow your heart, Dean” she told him, as she placed a hand on his arm. He looked at her, seeing her smiling at him. “You found her, and you found what you want. So… just don’t worry about anything else. It’s all going to be okay, sweetie.”

Dean shook her head. “But what if-” he started but she shook her head, cupping his cheeks in her hands, making her look at him.

“No, Dean. No what ifs. There’s going to be a lot of things that come your way; some good, some bad… but they’re going to pass, too. They’ll pass because you have each other, because you’ll get through it all, together” Mary explained, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “All you have to do is try. Just follow your heart… nothing else.”

Dean nodded, firmly as he looked at his mother, hearing her words clear as a bell.

“Thanks, mom” he said, leaning in and hugging her tightly. “I just want you to be happy, Dean” she whispered as she hugged him. “And from what I’ve seen tonight… I’ve never seen you happier.”

Dean pulled away from her, trying to keep the huge smile forming away from his face. It broke through as he chuckled. “She… she makes me happy, mom. She really does. She… she makes me wanna be a better person.”

“She’s wonderful” Mary smiled.

Dean smiled as Mary did too, squeezing his shoulder as she walked past to make coffee for everyone.

Dean turned and saw Y/N wave him over. He walked over and sat down next to her, smiling when she handed him his next present. She smiled brightly, giddy for him to open it. He placed it on the coffee table and tore the wrapping back completely, his eyes widening when he saw what was inside. It was an old black and white photo, blown up and restored, of his grandmother Millie Winchester. She was standing outside the garage which looked much different back then than it did today, standing in front of an old car, shaking hands with a customer. It looked to be a photo from the 60s, the car looking around the same time as well.

“I had a little help with this one” she said, as she winked at Sam. Dean looked between her and his brother, both of them smiling at him. “I thought you could put it up at the new site in the reception area. It would a great place to do a history of the business.”

“Y/N…” he trailed off, still staring at the photo.

“Sam asked your dad for that photo because… well, the photo is from 1961 but that car is a 1958 Impala. The first year of the Impala, to be exact” she explained, a big smile on her face as she gaged his reaction.

Dean looked up at her and then looked at his family. His mom smiled at him, seeing that he was overwhelmed by the conversation they just had and now this beautiful gesture.

“This- I…” Dean couldn’t from words. He was completely speechless. Just when he thought she was done making him fall harder for her, she did this. Just another reason to fall madly in love with her all over again.

“Why don’t we give them a minute?” Mary suggested. Everyone filed out of the room, John squeezing Dean’s shoulder as he walked past.

“Dean?” Y/N looked at him, trying to look into his eyes to see if she could figure out what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her in, kissing her, passionately. The feverish kiss left her breathless as he pulled away, his brilliant green eyes staring into her Y/E/C ones.

“I love you.” The three words he had been wanting to say to her spilled out of him easily. No pause. No hesitation. There was no need for all of that when she made loving her so easy.

Y/N was shocked, but her face morphed into happiness, her smile beaming brighter than ever. “I love you, too.”

Dean smiled and she honestly felt like it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. He leaned in, kissing her again, his hands cupping her jaw, his thumbs softly stroking her cheeks. She held onto his wrists as she melted into the kiss, not wanting to stop.

Dean did pull away, however, to look down at the photo. “Y/N… this is freaking amazing. No one’s… no one’s ever done something like this for me. Thank you.”

She leaned over, kissing his cheek as he looked down. “Don’t mention it.”

He tilted his head, resting it against hers. They closed their eyes, basking in the feeling of what they just confessed.

They couldn’t see, but everyone was peeping out from the kitchen, watching them with huge smiles on their faces. Mary and Eileen were clinging to each other, practically bouncing off the walls with giddiness. Luckily, Dean knew his family pretty well.

“You guys can come out now” he said, lifting his head and turning it slightly in the direction of the kitchen.

Y/N stifled a laugh as she watched everyone walk out, looking sheepish.

Soon after, Sam and Eileen left when she started feeling too tired to stay. Dean and John were discussing something to do with the garage, as Mary continued to clean up. Y/N walked into the kitchen, smiling when Mary looked up at her with one.

“Anything I can help with?” she asked as she walked in.

“No, absolutely not” Mary replied, shaking her head.

“Mary, please-” Y/N started but stopped when she received Mary’s stern mom face.

“Y/N” she playfully warned.

“Okay, okay” Y/N laughed as she held her hands up, sitting at the island on a stool. She quietly watched as Mary put dishes away in their respective areas.

“Thank you” Mary said, looking up at her. “I’ve been meaning to say it since Dean walked in the door looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. So… thank you.”

Y/N smiled; it seemed like she couldn’t do anything else but that when it came to Dean and his family. She had never felt so welcomed before, and the fact that she fit right in with them just meant that she and Dean were meant for each other.

“He’s a wonderful man” Y/N said, as she thought about Dean. “Everything he’s done for me… I’ll never forget it. He’s incredibly kind and sweet… so I have to thank you for that.”

Mary glanced at her, smiling, before she went back to what she was doing. “For a while there… I didn’t think he’d find someone. I’m very glad he did.”

“Can I ask you something?” Y/N said, curious about the answer to her next question.

“Sure” Mary nodded.

“Does it worry you… the age difference, I mean?” Y/N asked, worriedly.

Mary was quiet for a moment, before she shook her head. “No. It seems like a lot… but 7 years isn’t a big deal. You’re good for him; a lot of women his age haven’t been.”

Y/N nodded. “Okay, good. I was worried for a minute… that you’d think I’m too young or something.”

“You are a little young…” Mary laughed, slightly as she turned to Y/N. “But I can see how much he loves you. So, age doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Thanks, Mary” Y/N said, relieved.

Mary stopped what she was doing suddenly, her head ducked down as she shook it. “I’ve been so scared for him. He drifted for so many years. I thought Lisa was going to be good for him, but it just broke that spirit that he had. Now you’re here… I’m not scared anymore” Mary looked over at her, her eyes glistening with tears. “You brought that spirit back.”

She reached across the surface of the bench and clasped Y/N’s hands.

“Mary… I love your son” Y/N told her, shedding a few tears herself, feeling them roll down her cheeks. “I promise I’ll never hurt him.”

They smiled at each other through tears, their hands still clasped.

Dean and John walked in, chatting casually when they both stopped as they saw the women in the kitchen. Dean looked between his mom and Y/N, wondering what the hell he just walked in on.

“Everything okay here?” he asked. He watched as their hands unclasped, reaching up to wipe under their eyes.

“Fine” they both said, as they wiped away the evidence of their emotional display.

“What did you do?” Dean asked his mom, suspiciously. He knew what they walked in on definitely had something to do with his mother.

“Nothing” Mary shrugged.

“Uh huh” Dean muttered, not believing her.

“You’ll never get it out of her, son” John tapped him on the back as he walked into the kitchen. Y/N laughed a little as Dean shook his head.

They left soon after, Y/N thanking John and Mary for welcoming her in. She promised Mary to have lunch with her sometime soon, before they got into the Impala and went home. Dean pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. He leaned over and kissed Y/N, leaning his forehead on hers once he pulled away.

“Thank you for today” he whispered.

“It’s not over yet” she smirked, a twinkle in her eye as she lifted her head and looked at him. “In fact, the night is still young and I have a lot of plans for us.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, but first…” she leaned down to her purse and opened it, taking out an envelope. She handed it to him. “Open present number four.”

Dean stared at her as he shook his head. “You’re too much, sweetheart.”

“Oh hush, just open it, come on” she dismissed his comment, tapping his shoulder several times as she grew impatient for him to see his next present.

“Alright, jeez” he groaned, laughing slightly. He opened the envelope and took out two things that looked like tickets. His eyes widened as he read them.

“Iron Maiden tickets?!” Dean looked up at her, beaming. “When?”

“In May” she replied, happily. “You like?”

“Are you kidding me, sweetheart? This is fucking awesome!” He pulled her in, hugging her tightly. He let her go and kissed her again.

She pulled away too quickly for him, however, as she gathered her purse. “Okay, you put those and the photo away, and then meet me in my office in 20 minutes.”

He looked at her, a frown forming on his face. “What’s going on?”

She winked at him but didn’t say anything. He shook his head, leaning in to kiss her. He tried to deepen it, but she pulled away again.

“If you want present number five, you better do what I say, Dean Winchester. Don’t be a bad boy” she playfully warned him. “I thought you liked me when I’m bad” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows.

She felt the heat rise up in her cheeks and the rest of her body, but she had to keep calm if she was going to execute her plan properly.

“I do, but…” she leaned over, her face close to his as she stared down at his plump, sinful lips. “You’ve been a good boy today and you deserve a reward from Miss Y/L/N.”

Dean huffed as he felt the heat in him radiate throughout his body. “How many gold stars do I get?”

“All of them… if you’re good and get to mine in 20 minutes” she said, playfully stern as she moved away from him.

She got out of the car and smiled at him one last time before she walked across the street. Dean watched her go into her house and close the door.

“Fuck” he whispered to himself, the smirk never leaving his face.

Y/N quickly stripped out of her dress, leaving her lingerie on as she went to her closet and put on a short, tight, black skirt and a white button up shirt which she tied at her waist, exposing her stomach and leaving the top open to show off her bra, and rolled up the sleeves to her elbows. She took off her boots and put on her black heels, before she strutted into the bathroom to fix her make-up and applied red lipstick. She pulled her Y/H/C hair up and made it into bun, leaving a few strands of hair to frame her face. She walked out of the bathroom and picked up her purse, taking out her red glasses. She put them on and turned to her full-length mirror, smiling at her handiwork.

Dean didn’t know what was about to hit him.

She went into her office and fixed up the desk, making sure nothing important was on it. She glanced at the clock and smiled, as it just hit twenty minutes. She leaned against the desk, picking up her large ruler which she picked up from the spare supplies at school, and held it against her shoulder.

She smiled to herself; she couldn’t wait to see Dean’s reaction.

Dean had been too excited to see what the next present was, that he practically sprinted across the street when his twenty minutes was up.

He unlocked the door and walked into her house, locking it behind him. He shrugged his jacket off and took off his scarf and hung them by the door, walking down the hallway. Y/N had said to meet in her office, so he headed that way, his boots echoing on the floorboards.

“Okay, sweetheart-” he started to say as he turned into the office but stopped short very quickly as he saw Y/N. His mouth fell open as he gawked at her, and he instantly felt blood rush to one area within his jeans. He took her in, looking like she had walked right out of a porn video or his dreams and into his reality.

“Right on time, Mr. Winchester” she said, using her teacher voice but a little more seductively.

“Fuck, Y/N” he started as he walked over to her, but she extended her ruler, pressing it into his chest to keep him at a distance.

“Nuh uh, no bad language in my class. And you’ll address me by my last name” she warned him, taking her role very seriously.

Dean tried not to look so giddy, but he was bursting at the seams. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N.” He choked it out, feeling his jeans tighten as his erection grew just by seeing her this way. She was always beautiful, and he always found her incredibly hot, but this was just another side to her that he was very happy to enjoy.

“Now, you’ve been a very good boy, Dean” she said, smiling seductively. She walked towards him, lifting the ruler off him as she grabbed his shirt. She guided him around, his feet shuffling along the floor, until he rested against the desk. “And you deserve something from me.”

Dean couldn’t do anything but stare at her as he nodded. She put the ruler down on the desk and winked at him as she crouched down, her knees pressing into the floor of her office. She looked up at him as she rubbed her hand over the crotch of his jeans and felt his hard on, chuckling a little as Dean jerked at her touch. She unbuckled the belt and pulled it through the loops, throwing it somewhere in the room. She undid the button and zipper, pulling the jeans down his legs, bunching them at his ankles. She reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, smirking mischievously as his cock sprang free.

“Take off your shirt” she instructed him as she looked up at him. Dean obeyed as he undid his thick black and white flannel shirt and took it off, followed by his white t-shirt, exposing his hard yet soft torso to her. Her hands moved up his stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under her touch. They came back down slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She took a hold of his cock in one hand, slowly beginning to pump her hand back and forth along the shaft. She saw pre-cum leak out from the tip, and leaned forward, licking it off as she swirled her tongue around the head.

“Fuck” he sighed as his hand reached her head to hold her hair. She instantly grabbed it and the other one and planted them both on the edge of the table. She shook her head, her mouth right near his cock. “No touching or I’ll stop.”

Dean clenched his hands around the edge of the desk, not happy that he couldn’t move them. Y/N leaned in again, sucking the head into her mouth, as she swirled her tongue around it. She moved her mouth further, feeling him sink in inch by inch, until he hit the back of her mouth. She drew back and then moved in again, bobbing her head slowly as her hand massaged his balls.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart” he groaned, wanting desperately to touch her.

She looked up at him in warning for using that word, before she continued. She bobbed her head, saliva slicking his shaft as she continued what she was doing. His cock hit the back of her mouth repeatedly, testing her gag reflex. She held him there for a moment, drawing back to breath as she pumped his throbbing cock with her hand.

“God, Y/N… no, damn it, Miss Y/L/N” he corrected him through his pleasure, and she smirked as she continued to move her hand.

“How does my hand feel, Dean?” she asked, moving faster and causing him to moan loudly.

“So good, Miss… so freaking good” he replied, looking down at her through hooded eyes.

“What about my mouth?” she asked before she took her hand off and took him into her mouth again, bobbing her head in a quick rhythm.

“Even better” he growled, his nails scraping into the wood of the desk as his hands clenched.

She pulled off him, laughing. “You’re behaving very well, Dean. Maybe it’s time for another reward.”

“Yes, please Miss Y/L/N” he said, biting his lip.

She quickly stood up, giving him a few seconds to remove his boots and then take his jeans and boxers off completely. She moved him to stand in front of her as she leaned against the desk. She pulled her skirt up slowly, revealing her thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt and her matching thong. She pulled the thong down, kicking them off her heels. She sat back on desk, lifting her leg onto the desk and exposing herself to him. Dean’s eyes darkened as he saw her pussy, her wet slick shining on her skin.

“On your knees” she commanded.

Dean smirked softly as he bent down, her pussy level with his mouth. She shifted forward and combed her hand through his short spikes, pulling him forward until his mouth was on her folds. He immediately began to lick her folds, feeling her wetness coat his tongue. She gripped his hair tighter, throwing her head back.

“Oh fuck, Dean… you’re so good at that” she moaned loudly. Now that they were at home, they didn’t have to worry about not making a sound, and she couldn’t have been happier to fully express her enjoyment.

“You taste so good, Miss Y/L/N” he told her, as he moved up to circle his tongue around her clit. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, making her cry out.

“Oh Dean, yes! Just like that, don’t stop. Use your fingers, too” she whimpered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as they slipped.

Dean added two fingers, thrusting them in and out in a fast motion, the pads of his fingers running along her walls and hitting her g-spot with every thrust. She clenched her walls around his fingers, as she began to move down on them.

“Good boy, oh you’re such a good boy for me, Dean” she praised him as she gripped his hair tighter. “I want you to fuck me now, fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

Dean instantly removed his mouth and fingers, standing up. He reached for her shirt but looked at her, silently asking for permission. She smiled approvingly and nodded. He quickly undid the knot and pulled the shirt off her, seeing her bra. He reached behind her and unclasped it, watching as she let it fall away down her arms. Dean moved closer to her, holding onto her hips. She smirked at him, lifting her left leg and placing her calf on his shoulder.

“Shit” he groaned as he watched her, holding onto her tighter.

He pumped his hand along his cock a few times, slapping it against her clit. She moaned and cupped his jaw, pulling him into a rough kiss. He held himself at her entrance, pushing into her in one swift motion. She pulled away from the kiss, crying out as she felt him inside her. He immediately began a fast rhythm, pulling out and pushing back in, thrusting hard.

“Yes, just like that” she gasped, her hips meeting his at the same pace. The desk began to shake with the force of their actions. “Fuck me hard, Dean.”

Dean grunted as he gripped her leg, angling his hips to thrust into her deeper. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Miss Y/L/N. So perfect.”

She reached her hand down to one globe of his ass, striking him twice in quick movements. He let out a strangled noise at the shock of her doing that.

“Language, Dean. Do you want me to spank you more?” she said, cupping his jaw with her other hand and making him look at her.

“No, Miss Y/L/N… I’ll be good” he said, a slight smirk on his face.

“Wipe that smile off your face, young man. I don’t like that attitude” she said through her moans.

“Sorry, Miss Y/L/N” he groaned.

“Your cock feels so good inside me” she moaned loudly, staring into his eyes. “Love the way it feels, making me feel so full. How does my pussy feel, baby?”

“So tight, Miss Y/L/N… so wet… so good” he grunted, his voice gravelly and turning her on even more.

“You love it, don’t you?” she asked frantically, feeling herself getting close.

“Yes” he choked.

Y/N laughed a little as she took him in. His eyes hooded and skin flushed as he fucked her. He had never looked or sounded more submissive than he did now, and she felt herself grinning as she thrust down harder on him; her plan very well executed.

Dean could feel her walls clenching him tightly and knew she was getting close to her climax. He dropped her leg off his shoulder and pulled her tight against him, her breasts pressed into his chest as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“I want your cum inside me, Dean. I want you to cum deep inside me, fill me up, make it drip out of me for days” she told him, staring intensely at him.

“I want that too, Miss Y/L/N. I wanna cum” he groaned, his hips getting more frantic as he neared his own release.

“Cum with me, Dean. Cum with me, baby” she moaned, holding him tighter.

He didn’t say anything else as he let out a strangled groan, his neck strained and veins popping as she threw her head back, letting out a small scream as they cum at the same time, their release mixing together inside of her.

“Fuck” he laughed, as he leaned his head on her shoulder, shaking his head and breathing heavily.

She laughed lightly, combing her hands through his hair.

Dean lifted his head and looked at her, as he breathed deeply. He couldn’t believe she was real. Of all the things he had done with women, that was the first time he had done that. Let someone dominate him. He always took charge in bed, only occasionally letting go of the reins, but this was the first time he completely let go and trusted someone else to take care of him. She was truly something special, and he made a mental note to let her do it again sometime soon. It wouldn’t be a regular thing because he loved to be the one who was in control in bed, but she was a dirty girl with a dominant side, and he was very glad to discover that about her.

“That was…” he shook his head, not being able to summarize how brilliant that experience had been.

“I know” she said, knowing how he felt without having to say anything.

“You…” he started, his breathing coming back to normal slowly. “are fucking incredible.”

“So are you” she countered, but he shook his head.

“No, that was something else” he huffed, not knowing what to say because his brain had been turned into mush. “You’re something else.”

“I’ve… that was the first time I’ve done that, properly at least” she confessed. “I just wanted to do something different for your birthday.”

“Well… thank you” he said, smirking. “And you’re going to be doing it more often.”

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, hiding her face in his neck. He moved away not letting her hide after that display of dominance.

“Don’t you hide now, sweetheart. Fuck, that was so hot” he grinned, leaning down and kissing her, hard on the lips.

Neither of them bothered to redress, as Dean carried Y/N into her bedroom. It felt weird to be there after pretty much being at Dean’s for so long, but they didn’t think too hard about it as they got under the covers. She turned her speaker on and let one of her playlists play softly in the background.

“So…” she started as she traced random patterns across his bare chest with her finger. “Who gave you this teacher fantasy you have?”

He laughed loudly, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you figured it out.”

“I had it figured out since I told you I was a teacher the first time I met you. And then you got to the school so fast that night we had sex there… you’re not subtle, Dean Winchester” she teased him, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah well, I’m glad you did” he said, kissing her nose.

“So, tell me… who?” she asked again. She looked up at him, trying to supress a giggle as she saw his cheeks flush pink.

“Uh, Mrs. Sullivan. 10th grade Biology. She was… she was pretty hot, I-I had a crush on her but then she left after she got divorced” Dean replied, stuttering slightly.

She laughed a little, finding him so cute in that moment. She leaned over and cupped his jaw, kissing him softly.

“You’re so adorable” she smiled, totally enamoured by him.

“Yeah, I am” he agreed, a smug smirk on his face. He laughed as she shook her head but loving the feeling of his laugh rumbling in his chest under her hand.

“See… not subtle” she muttered with a smile.

“Yeah, but you love it” he said, as he turned his head to look at her as she rested hers on his shoulder.

“I do” she whispered as she looked up at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too” he said, as he leaned his forehead against hers. “Thanks for a great birthday.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it” she said, snuggling into him. She smiled as Feel Like Makin’ Love by Bad Company started to play.

“Best in a long time” he told her, kissing her forehead.

She looked up at him and pecked his lips in a small kiss. “Well, there’s still an hour and a half until it’s officially over. There’s plenty more we can do.”

Baby, when I think about you

I think about love

Darlin’, couldn’t live without you

And your love

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday

I would wrap you

In the Heavens

And feel it dyin’ (dyin’) all the way

Y/N climbed on top of Dean, straddling him as laid on his chest, kissing him passionately. His hands ran down her smooth back, over her ass and held onto her hips. She smiled into the kiss as she felt his already hard cock press against her behind. She shifted back slightly, and took hold of cock, lifting her hips up and pressing him into her heat. She moaned against his lips, as she began to move on top of him in a languid pace. Dean’s hips moved up to meet hers, matching the pace of her thrusts. He sat up with her in his lap, wrapping his arms around her as hers wrapped around his neck, their lips never breaking the kiss. She gasped, pulling away from the kiss and looking into his eyes.

I feel like makin’

Feel like makin’ love

Feel like makin’ love to you

Dean had seen various versions of her today. He saw the Y/N that wanted him to have a great, fun day, taking him out to see a car exhibit. He saw the Y/N that met his parents, smiling brightly as she fit in so well with them. He saw the Y/N of his sexual fantasies, the dominant side he didn’t know she had but couldn’t wait to explore further. And now… he saw this Y/N. The one who had eyes only for him. The one who loved him unconditionally and gave herself completely to him. The who trusted him without a doubt in her mind.

And that Y/N was the most beautiful of them all.

They moved against each other, continuing the same rhythm they had started. As the crescendo of the song playing from Y/N’s speaker hit, they both picked up the pace and quickly felt themselves reaching the edge of the cliff. The only sounds heard in the room apart from the music were their soft moans and grunts as they reached the peak of ecstasy together; holding onto each other as tightly as they could, calling out each other’s names for only them to hear.

Soon after, once they had come down from their high, Y/N fell asleep curled up against Dean. He watched her with a smile on his face, admiring her peaceful face as she slept. In that moment, he couldn’t help but believe in some kind of higher power, because he had clearly done something right to be rewarded with this woman.

Whatever it was, he was incredibly grateful for whatever had decided to look down on him and grant him everything he could ever want.

-x-

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badass-at-fandoming · 3 years

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Just Little Ventrue Things ~

I finished a Camarilla Ventrue run of VTMB. Mostly, the only thing Ventrue these days know how to do is Dominate, run screaming, eat hot chip, and lie, and [high falsetto voice] here’s a list of other nonsense I discovered:

PC’s name is Christina; she’s a Dominatrix because I’m bi. Her sire was one of her clients, and she’s actually very, very angry about his death. She doesn’t mind being a vampire. She’s Wiccan and part of a coven

In this Camarilla run, I decided I would only do quests given by Camarilla members. My justification was that, while Christina is intelligent and curious about lore, she focuses on tasks that immediately relate to her and her goals. She’s not curious about others; won’t go out of her way to talk to them. She’s not a bleeding heart, like my other PCs, and she believes in the Camarilla’s laws. She just hates LaCroix for killing her sire. Her plan during the game is to curry as much favor within the Cam as possible and cozy up to LaCroix so she can stab him.

Enough backstory

Nonsense time

Smiling Jack laughs at you if you don’t eat a rat in the tutorial. LOL. The Ventrue dialog is like “I could barely choke down the homeless man: please don’t make me eat a rat!”

The blood in the Santa Monica haven’s fridge is now blue blood. Does regular blood make Ventrue sick? I was too scared to experiment.

[spots Mercurio] I am going to steal that ghoul

Rosa: The people you’re looking for are up there. Christina, assuming Rosa is a Cam agent: Okay, thanks, bye

Never spoke to the Thin-Bloods again (sorry Lily baby ;-;)

Everyone except Julius still leaves when the PC reaches Hollywood

If you try to feed on Julius, he WILL kick you in the head and you WILL glitch into the fire, be on fire; run away screaming in Prada

You can skip the whole basement of the Ocean House Hotel if you manage to jump over the hole in the staircase???? Like?? You mean the spookiest fucking level has been optional this whole time I”M

[ghost appears] [Christina smacks it with an axe] None of that.

Club girls speak to Christina and I’m on the FLOOR

Therese “kills” Jeanette, even though I had enough oompa to make that not happen.

Therese joins the Camarilla and says she’s in good position to be the next Prince??? Hello??? Where is our Prince Voerman ending????

Went straight to LaCroix, called him “sir,” and he name-dropped Napoleon.

LaCroix tells Christina to go visit the Anarchs. She blows the Anarchs off (Nines made a growly face, Damsel dialog yowl-exited out after I asked if she wanted to join the Cam; Skelter threatened to murder me twice). When LaCroix told Christina that, while he admired her Cam loyalty, she must listen to her enemies to understand what they wanted, it felt like he was actually being a good sire and mentor.

That’s weird.

When Christina asked for his history, he very carefully explained his lineage, like the important part of Ventrue culture it is.

Overall, I found LaCroix-being-nice-to-me extremely unsettling.

Sir. Stop smiling at me, sir. Stop being impressed I don’t ask for money. STOP MAKING ME UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, SIR.

In contrast, LaCroix sounded genuinely betrayed at the end

Also made it more obvious when he started to lose track of his marbles

Ventrue PC seems juuuuuuust tall enough for her forehead to glitch into the ceiling of literally any confined space

The dirty Elizabeth Dane policeman didn’t psspspspsp at Christina so the whole ship was 15 white-knuckled minutes of making police dance and scuttling about

There is!!! A lot less!!! Talking in this game!!! Than I remember!!! She is only good at talking and ordering people around i am bEGGING

All EXP goes to Dominate and making Christina extremely charismatic and buff.

Ventrue himbo????

Beckett un-himbo-ifies her

She insults Beckett on their first meeting, spitting out “What do you want, wolfie?!” I thought this was appropriate because she died like, 4 times on that warehouse mission and was Extremely Stressed And Under Duress

Beckett’s response of “Oh, you’re too young to have mouthed off to the truly old ones yet.” makes his later snide remark of “the young ones are so temperamental” 900% funnier. Yeah, LaCroix! Beckett thinks I’ve grown and am now more mature than you! XD

Missions involving sex workers hit different when you’re a sex worker.

Christina was incandescent with rage at the Brotherhood

Grout’s mansion mission was a lot of “I have no interest in this nonsense.”

For the first time ever, I didn’t kill anyone during the Museum quest! This is because Christina ran very fast and Dominated every guard as quickly as possible. Every single fucking guard knew she was there, but could do nothing about it, because they were dancing. The door to the sarcophagus locked (it will do this if too many guards are agro), but locked doors are no match for noclip hack.

Entertaining image of a tall woman absolutely blasting into this museum room and Beckett tackling her to the floor like wait! I must snark at you! You are legally obligated to speak with me!

Isaac is still somehow a pretty chill guy to work with if you’re Camarilla.

Christina didn’t visit VV or Ash. Interestingly, Ash didn’t show up at the hunter monastery later. Did he just die in his club? Is he still there, waiting, deciding?

Christina @ Andrei: what the fuck is this shit

“I don’t care. It’s ugly. Clean it up.”

SEWERS.

Not as bad as I was expecting

Did take shortcut, run away from fights, ducked out in the middle for a snack, and bring 7 blue blood packs tho

Gary threatened to shred her face with a cheese grater, which I thought was Toreador only dialog?? It must be connected to the Appearance Stat. Which Christina has maxed out.

When Heather became Christina’s ghoul, I was delighted because I thought this meant Christina would always have fresh blood.

If you ask to feed on her too soon after the last time, Heather says she feels light headed and wants to lie down. The dialog exits out

I love you, Heather bb

Perfected the art of nudging NPCs into corners

Mitnick’s quests now feature Enforced Nap Time for all guards

Seriously, Dominate is ridiculously powerful, hooooly shit. I get why people like it. I also like it when people do things I ask them to do.

Christina can’t sneak, but she CAN strongly encourage everyone to choke on their own tongues.

Very high contrast in the beginning of the game: 2 punches would knock her over, but anyone she spoke to would obey immediately and without question

Chinatown goes by ridiculously fast if you can’t sneak and don’t do any sidequests besides Mitnick’s.

For the first time ever, Zhao survived! This is because Christina made him take a nap.

He just told her to leave

You’re welcome, my good dude

IDK if it’s a game glitch, but Christina would vocalize? In battle, she grunts with effort and pain.

Got to the point where I kept expecting Dominate dialog in every interaction and would get disappointed if it didn’t show up. What do you mean I have to actually convince people? That’s lame.

Christina was polite and charming to Ming Xiao, who also conveyed a deeper betrayal than normal at the end. ;-;

I promise to give you a Ventrue boy toy soon, Xiao

Finale arc quests went by VERY FAST because Christina can’t sneak for shit. Just run in, Dominate blazing

You can skip the outside bit of the Hallowbrook Hotel if you find the open door on the top level what the fuuuuuuuuuCK

[“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody” plays while Christina wipes out the Sabbat in 10 minutes]

Andrei disappeared mid-fight and didn’t come back until I complained that only I was allowed to run away from boss fights

I’m categorizing “triggering the interaction to save Heather” as something quite difficult to do. The timing has to be just right. I’ve missed it twice now. BUT hacking into the game to save her is easy.

I love you, Heather bb

Final Beckett talk had the vibe of “You’re a very different person than me, but you’re also High Humanity and trying to do good. You don’t deserve to die.”

Damsel threatens to kick the shit out of Christina and is extremely reluctant to tell her where Nines is

“Out of all people, they send you? All right, let’s just talk terms.” - Nines because Christina was short with him one (1) time

WEREWOLF HARD

You can just?? Walk out of your haven?? Without speaking to Jack at all???

I didn’t do that

But I could have

[”Dust in the Wind” plays while Christina kills entire Camarilla hit squad in 3 minutes]

You can visit Mercurio and Trip on your way out of Santa Monica??

Mercurio makes no comment on the blood hunt. Business as usual with him. This is fine.

Christina: I’m SO going to adopt that ghoul. And perhaps Isaac can be convinced to part with Romero...

(For the first time ever, my PC boinked Romero. Twice, to receive the break up email)

This is definitely a glitch, but Christina brushed up against Caine, and a worried voice said, “Are you all right?” It sounded like the same voice actor, but a higher pitch?

Always nice to think about Caine demonstrating care

Christina asked Caine who he is, and Caine replied that he “gets people where they’re going. [He’s] a driver,” which is a nice nod (lol) to both his literal job as a driver and as a shepherd/creator/god to Kindred. Caine creates and makes fate.

Caine triple checks with Christina that she’s sure Strauss won’t betray her. Thanks, Vampire Dad. :’D

For some reason, only other Ventrue guarded LaCroix’s tower. I wonder if this is intentional. Like all the other Camarilla Clans backed Strauss and left? So only LaCroix’s Ventrue lackeys remain? Anyway, it created some weird moments where Christina fought her double.

KILL YOUR DOUBLE

Sheriff laughed in haughty joy that he was to kill Christina. I don’t remember him laughing in other playthroughs.

Christina ruining Caine and Jack’s prank oh noes

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Park Here

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut

Naughty Date Night Series

The red and white 1955 Chevy Bel Air stood out among the slick black and sliver sports cars in the garage. A wide smile crossed your face. “Perfect.”

“Told you I could rent one.” Tony grinned. He held out a black case. “Here’s the rest. Just set it on the ground, open it up and press the power button. I’ve already put the micro speakers inside the car.”

You pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re the best.”

“I just dig the idea.” He laughed. “I may have to steal it later and claim it as my own.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the case and the keys. As you placed the case behind the passenger seat of the Chevy, you inquired. “How long until Steve’s training sessions are done?”

“They’re scheduled to go until five.”

An hour and a half. Plenty of time. “Excellent. Thanks.”

Steve entered the suite with a smile and call of your name. His smile widened when you came out of the bedroom wearing a cheery sundress that buttoned all the way down the front and slip on sandals with just a little heel. Wearing little make up, hair loose, you’d dressed fresh and simple just like he preferred.

“Well, hello beautiful.” He beamed, his large hands cupping your cheeks and mouth covering yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hi, handsome.” You gazed up at him. “I pulled a note out of the jar.”

“And?”

“It said, ‘take time for an old fashion dinner and a movie’. So I’ve made some plans.”

“I take it we’re not staying in.” His hands dropped to your hips.

“Correct. But we’re not going anywhere fancy either.” You licked your lips. “No need to change out of your tee shirt and jeans.”

“Okay then, let me get my keys.” Steve’s soft lips pressed against your temple.

“Ah, no.” You took his hands in yours. “We’re not taking your car. I got us a different ride for tonight.”

A slow smirk grew across his face. “Alright. I’ll follow your lead.”

“I like the sound of that.” You grinned.

When you led him to the red and white classic, Steve laughed with delight. He took the keys from you and held the door open. As you slid in, he kissed your hand.

Settling behind the wheel, Steve grinned over. “So where to?”

The drive-in served thick messy burgers with piping hot fries. You laughed and talked, easily ignoring everyone around. Steve grinned as you licked salt from your fingers. You giggled as he took your hand and kissed the back of your knuckles. The tip of his tongue slipped out and his eyes promised all kinds of pleasure.

“What time is this movie we’re going to?”

You looked at the darkening sky. “Soon. It’s should be just about right once get there.”

“There isn’t a scheduled time.” Steve frowned.

“Hey,” you nudged him. “Trust me. Remember?”

“Absolutely.” Steve grinned.

As you drove through the darkness, at every turn you told Steve to make, he would raise an eyebrow and smirk at you. You’d giggle. “Trust me.”

The parking lot lights were mostly off when you pulled into the empty hanger at the far end of Stark’s flight strip just north of the compound. Steve opened his mouth, but you laughed. “Trust me. Pull around back. There’s a couple traffic cones, park between them.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He drove the car around the the back of the building, the only lights coming from the car and the stars above. He spotted the cones and parked as instructed. “Now what?”

“We watch a movie.” You got out of the car and pulled the case from behind the seat. He watched as you quickly set up the portable projector beside the car. A thirty foot image shone on the white wall of the hanger. The car filled with the sounds of the opening credits of the film.

Slipping back into the car, you moved all the way over on the bench seat until you were curled against Steve’s chest. He was grinning like a fool. “A drive in movie. You set up a drive in move for me.”

“It’s an entire American staple that you missed.”

His palm turned your face to meet his. “You’re incredible.”

Steve kissed you slow as the opening to Hitchcock’s Rear Window began to play on the screen. He smiled against your lips and pulled you closer. So, you snuggle up and get comfortable in his arms.

After a few moments Steve’s lips ghosted against your ear, “It’s really not fair. You know I don’t like scary movies.”

You giggled. “Captain America scared by an Alfred Hitchcock movie?”

“He’s terrifying.” Steve chuckled.

“You can hold on to me during the frightening bits.”

A devilish grin spread over his face. Steve shifted you around, guiding your leg over his lap. The bucket seat in the old car left plenty of room. He grinned like a kid at Christmas as he began to unbutton your sundress.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” You giggled, hands tracing over his strong shoulders.

“Distracting myself during the scary parts.” Steve answered, face not quite serious. He moved aside your dress to cup your breasts through the lace of your bra.

You rocked your hips into him. “It just started. Nothing scary has happened yet.”

“Not the point.” Steve wet mouth laid hot kisses against your neck. “Hitchcock is terrifying. You need to protect me.”

You laughed, fingers raking through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. He practically purred. One of his hands bunched up the skirt of your dress, pulling it free to give him full access to your thighs. His thumb rubbed along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core.

Taking his face in your hands, you kissed him. He rutted up against your warmth as you gently sucked his lower lip and ran your tongue along his.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He gasped. “Do you want to keep these?” His fingers tugged at your barely there panties. You shook your head and Steve tore them at the hips. His fingers slipped between your folds. “Mmm, so wet.”

You tugged blindly at his belt while nipping the edge of his jaw. You opened his jeans, tugging them down just enough to release him. “Been thinking about fucking you in this car all day.”

“Hell, yes.” Steve groaned as your fingers wrapped around his cock. He kissed you hard, a growl rumbling up from chest. “Is that what you need? Need me fuck you hard? Make this car rock until you scream?”

God. He made you melt when he used that tone of voice. “Please.”

“Move here, baby.” Steve manhandled you onto the bench seat beside him. He placed you on your knees, leaning over the seat facing back. Lifting your skirt, he massages his fingers into your ass. “Gorgeous.”

You bit back a whimper as his fingers slipped into you. Gripping the back of the seat, your head tipped as Steve’s nipped at base of your neck as he put a knee on the seat and curled beside you. A shiver slipped down your back. Wet sloppy sounds filled the car as he pumped in his fingers in you cunt. In the confines of the car, your panting and the heat of your bodies quickly steamed the windows.

“Steve,” you whined. “God, so close.”

Reaching back, you wrapped your fingers around his cock. Steve groan, tongue running along the curve of your ear. He felt your cunt clench around his fingers. “Fuck, yes, sweetheart.”

Your thighs shook. The tension low in your belly tightened. Fire bloomed, burning out to your toes. Your cried out. Steve held you close, mouth locked onto your shoulder, hand working you through your orgasm.

Steve pushed his jeans further down and curled behind you. The head of his cock easily slid through your wetness, filling you. “Oh fuck!”

His arm wrapped around your middle, and his other hand gripped the back of the seat beside you. Steve began to pound into you, hard and fast. You cried out, over sensitive nerves exploding. He growled, drowning in the feel of you. The sound and smell of sex filled the car.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes.” Steve chanted. You began to quake. His fingers pulled at your nipple. You exploded. Steve grabbed your shoulder plunging harder into your release. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You came hard, flooding over his cock, letting out a scream. It drove him over the edge. His hips snapped, pushing in hard, filling you. “Holy shit.”

You felt boneless. Slick ran down your thighs. Muscles twitched. Steve rolled back onto the seat, pulling you into his lap. Your face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. His hand traced up and down your thigh. After a moment he chuckled.

“What?” You sounded drunk.

“We never even made it to the back seat.” He grinned. “Are we supposed to do that in the back seat?”

“Hmm. Probably.” You giggled.

“Well, let’s start the movie over and move to the back.” His voice rumbled in your hair. “You may have to save me from the scary parts again.”

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hannahshattuck · 3 years

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Found Family

Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes

A/N: A prompt that was sent in to @thirsty-thoughts-clubhouse. I LOVE the winterhawk ship and we always need domestic Avengers in our lives. Send in an Ask or DM to be part of my taglist or a request. Enjoy!

Warnings: lost child, mentions of death, angsty then fluffy, mostly fluffy

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Bucky joined the “After Action Clean Up Crew”, as Tony calls it, because he was done with the fighting and wanted to help more. He knew that realistically he would never be able to do enough good to counterbalance the bad he’s done. He’s lucky that he found someone who’s been able to look past all that and see the good in him, even if he didn’t believe there was any.

Shortly after he moved into the Tower, he ran into Clint when he was heading for breakfast. Clint looked like a bus hit him. Bucky knew the man was basically 50% coffee but it seemed even that wasn’t doing him any good. Bucky later found out, when he ended up in the kitchen at three in the morning after a nightmare, that Clint wasn’t sleeping due to the fact that he kept thinking he was under Loki’s spell and was worried he would hurt his teammates. Bucky convinced the archer to lay on the couch and he would watch over him while Clint slept. After that the two became inseparable and then started dating after Natasha and Wanda locked them in the elevator where a very heated make out session ensued.

Bucky was walking through a collapsed house when he heard a whimper. He stopped walking and listened for the sound again. The whimpered sounded again and it was in the direction of what seemed like the bathroom. The super soldier slowly made his way over there while announcing his presences as to not scare the owner of the sound more.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m here to help you.” Bucky carefully moved pieces of house out of the way and came across a clawfoot bathtub with a mattress secured over it. It was secured in a way that was protecting and not trapping. He reached for the locks and broke them easily. Another whimper sounded as he moved the mattress. There, curled into a little ball as tight as they could get, was a little girl staring up at Bucky with her blue eyes filled with unshed tears, brown hair, wearing shorts and tee shirt and was barefoot.

“Hi sweetheart.” Bucky smiled as he knelt down next to the tub giving enough space between him and her. “Can you tell me your name?” She shook her head and curled into herself more, if that was possible. “My name is Bucky.”

She looked at him over her knees that were pulled to her chest. “Buh?”

Bucky smiled bigger. “Yeah, Bucky. Can you tell me your name?”

“Avery.” She whispered.

“That’s a really pretty name. Can you tell me how old you are?” The little one held up two of her little fingers. “Two? Wow. You’re so big!” Bucky smiled being silly trying to make him seem less intimidating. She smiled a little bit and Bucky counted that as progress.

A shine caught her attention. Avery uncurled herself and crawled closer to him and pointed at his metal hand. The only part of his arm that was visible due to the bright yellow long sleeve he was wearing.

“Pretty.” Avery looked up at Bucky. He flipped his hand over with his palm facing up giving her the option to grab his hand. She placed her tiny hand in Bucky’s big one. “Go?”

Bucky was shocked. This little girl knew him for maybe a minute and she trusted him enough to go with him.

“You wanna go with me?” Bucky asked. Avery nodded her little head. Bucky’s heart swelled at that. “Alrighty then. I’m going to stand up so I can help you up okay?”

He stood up slowly in order to not scare her with his height. When he stood up all the way, Avery lifted her arms above her head, the universal sign for ‘up please’. Bucky grabbed her little body and lifted her into his arms. Her arms went around his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder, her face turned towards his neck falling asleep. Bucky wasn’t sure how long she was in the tub by herself but it must have been a long time.

As he walked through the debris of the house he noticed out of the corner of his eye two bodies underneath the rubble. Bucky held under her bottom with his left arm and used him right hand to keep her face into his neck, shielding her from what he can guess is her parents bodies.

He saw the Quinjet he rode in on and Bruce standing on the open ramp. He looked at Bucky walking in with a little one in his arms. Bucky went over to the beds that were attached to one wall of the jet and laid her down. Avery whined a little bit in her sleep not wanting to leave Bucky.

“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m here.” He brushed the fingers of his flesh hand through her hair to calm her. She calmed down and Bucky grabbed a blanket to cover her little body.

“Ready to go home?” Bruce questioned as the ramp folded in. Bucky nodded not taking his eyes of the little girl that wormed her way into his heart.

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Clint got the notification that the Quinjet Bucky was on landed and ran all the way to the landing pad. When the ramp folded open he saw his man holding a little body wrapped in a blanket in his arms. Clint skidded to a stop and looked at Bucky with an eyebrow raised.

“Please tell me you didn’t steal a kid.” Clint questioned jokingly until he saw the heartbroken look on his lover’s face. “Where’d you find her?”

Bucky moved so Clint could see her face. She was awake and was looking at Clint warily. “What was left of her house, in a tub with a mattress covering her so she was protected.” Bucky covered her ear that wasn’t pressed against him and lowered his voice, “I saw her parent’s bodies, Clint, and I don’t know how long she was there.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Clint leaned to see her face and Bucky shifted her to where she could see Clint. “Hi honey. I’m Clint. Do I get to know your name?” She stuck her thumb in her mouth and nodded her head. She poked Bucky’s chest.

“Oh, you want me to tell him?” Bucky chuckled. She nodded. “This is Avery. And she’s two.”

“Oh my! Two? She’s such a big girl.” Clint tickled her little toes that poke out. Avery let out a little giggle that made the two Avengers heart’s melt. “Are you hungry? I just made dinner. It’s chicken noodle soup.” Avery put her head up and looked at Clint.

“Noodle soup?” She asked with a gleam in her eyes.

“Do you like noodle soup?” Bucky asked.

She looked at Bucky, “Uh huh!”

“Well let’s go then!” Bucky said and skipped off with Avery to go get ‘noodle soup’.

Avery seemed to take to Bucky which neither man minded. While Bucky fed Avery, Clint ran out to get some necessities like diapers (since they weren’t sure if she was potty trained), jammies, clothes, socks, shoes, sippy cups and bottles, toys, stuffies, books, blankets, some snacks, a highchair, bath stuff such as toys, shampoo, body wash, lotion, and who knows what else Clint bought.

“Did you buy the whole store?” Bucky laughed as Clint walked in with at least ten big bags filled with stuff.

“I’d rather be over prepared then under prepared!” Clint stated. Bucky rolled his eyes playfully and fed Avery another few bites of soup until she started to refuse.

“Are you all done?” Bucky asked. The little one nodded her head. Clint handed his partner a damp paper towel to clean her up. Once her face was wiped, Bucky picked her up and took her to their shared bedroom. Clint came in with a pair of footie jammies, a diaper, wipes, baby powder, and a stuffie of Thumper from Bambi. The soldier laid her gently on the bed.

“I’m gonna get you out of these clothes okay? We’ll get these cozy jammies on you and give you all the snuggles.” Bucky tickled her tummy. Avery squealed and kicked her legs playfully.

Both men carefully got her changed not wanting to spook her. After she was changed, each man took turns changing in the bathroom into sweatpants and a tee shirt to sleep in. All three of them got in the king sized bed where Bucky and Clint snuggled her close. Avery’s breathing evened out as she fell asleep her little arms wrapped around the stuffed bunny.

Bucky looked at Clint, “You should have seen where she was. The tub I found her in was the only thing standing. God, babe, who knows what she heard or saw.” Bucky felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. He looked down at the little body in his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. What matters is she’s safe now. You know we do have to call child services to see if she has any other family.” Clint wrapped his arms around his lover and the little girl.

“Yeah I know.” Bucky said sadly.

“But let’s put that to the side for now. Okay?” Clint kissed Bucky’s forehead. The brunet nodded his head and cuddled in close to the blond. Both men fell asleep that night hoping for the best for the little girl in their arms.

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It was just over six months since Bucky found Avery. It ended up being she had no other family so she stayed with Bucky and Clint since she was comfortable with them. They introduced her to the rest of the team and Wanda became her favorite, other than the two men who were taking care of her.

Bucky and Avery became like two peas in a pod. They were always together. Whether it was playing with toys or baking cookies, the other team members would catch them together. Their favorite thing to do was to play with the dolls she slowly accumulated over the months.

Clint stood in the doorway of the room they made as Avery’s watching the two who were laying on their stomachs coloring in an animal coloring book with Avery’s favorite stuffie next to her, Thumper from Bambi. Clint was out planning a big surprise for Bucky’s birthday that’s coming up.

“Papa!” Clint tuned back in as the toddler made her way over to her papa. About three and a half months of being with them she started calling Bucky ‘daddy’ and Clint ‘papa’.

“There’s my bunny.” He picked her up and spun her around, her giggles echoing throughout the room. “Are you having fun with daddy?”

Avery nodded with a big smile on her face. “We play dollies and color and dance silly!”

“Dance silly?” Clint looked at Bucky with an eyebrow raised. Bucky sighed playfully and stood up.

“We had a dance party after lunch. And when you’re dancing with a toddler you gotta dance silly.” Bucky explained.

“Ah gotcha. Well, maybe next time I can join.” Clint gave Bucky a peck on the lips.

“Eewwww!” Avery exclaimed covering her eyes playfully. Both men looked at each other smirking before they attacked her with kisses. Her giggles once again filled the small space.

“Alright my sillies. How ‘bout dinner time? Whadda want?” Clint asked situating the toddler on his hip better.

“Noodle soup!!” Avery screamed. Both men laughed knowing she would express her love for the meal that became her favorite.

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Bucky groaned as something jumped on his back. He heard little giggles and someone shushing. He knew exactly who it was but continued to pretend to be asleep.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!”

Bucky pretended to snore which made more giggles erupt. Little hands gripped his shoulders and shook him with all their strength.

“Daddy! Wake up! It’s your birthday!” A now three year old exclaimed. Clint and Bucky found out that Avery’s birthday was the day before Bucky’s which constituted for celebration all week long.

Bucky reached his left arm the three year old and tackled her into the middle of the bed and snuggled her tight.

“Mmmm. Imma snuggle my favorite teddy bear.” He gently squished the girl into him.

“I not teddy bear daddy!” Avery giggled.

Bucky opened one eye to look at her. “What?! You’re not my teddy bear.”

Avery kissed his cheek. “Silly daddy.”

“Yep, daddy’s silly alright. Hey Av. You wanna give daddy his present now?” Clint asked. Bucky looked toward him and saw the other man had something hidden behind his back.

“Now! Now!” Avery pulled herself free from Bucky’s grip. She sat on her knees as Bucky sat up and Clint sat the edge of Bucky’s side. The blond handed the girl a large orange envelope which she handed to the super soldier. “Open open!”

“Okay okay!” Bucky chuckled. He turned it over and carefully undid the flap. He pulled out a thick stack of papers. Bucky pulled them out all the way and read the top page.

He looked at Clint with tears in his eyes. “Are you serious?” His voice cracked.

Clint nodded with a watery smile. “Yeah, baby. She’s gonna being ours. I talked to the social worker and all we have to do is sign the papers and then a court date will be set.”

Bucky set the papers down and grabbed the front of Clint’s shirt to pull him in for a emotional kiss. When they pulled away both men were crying happy tears.

“Daddy? Papa? Sad?” Avery couldn’t understand why her soon to be parents were crying.

“No honey. We’re not sad, sweetheart. Happy tears.” Bucky pulled her into a tight hug. “Happy tears, sweetheart.”

The soon to be family of three continued to hug each other as the men cried tears of joy.

Shortly after Bucky’s birthday, the two men officially adopted the girl they’ve called their daughter since the beginning. All the Avengers spoiled the new family. Steve offered to paint a family portrait, Sam and Natasha partnered to get the family a good family car, Tony decided to build a state of the art bed for the little girl who suffered from infrequent nightmares, Pepper said they were welcomed to stay in the tower for as long as they need or want, Bruce and Helen Cho would take care of anything medical for Avery, and Maria, Phil, and Fury assured the family they won’t be called for awhile unless absolutely necessary.

Clint and Bucky were thankful for everyone and everything. Even though the men didn’t really talk about having a family before Bucky found their daughter, they wouldn’t have changed it for anything. Sure the circumstances were not the best but they were able to give a little girl a safe place to be. A family and a home.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH38

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: Relationship fluff, implied smut, a sprinkle of angst

WC: 4486

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Y/N wakes up with Dean breathing down her neck.

“Dean,” She says, pushing back a little to get him awake.

“Jesus, what?”

She giggles. Dean’s always so cranky when he gets woken up. His sleeping schedule has changed completely since he’s not working anymore and even more since he takes care of her. To her, it feels like he’s been catching up on sleep that he’s missed since the day he came back from the war.

“Today’s the day.” She says, and turns inside the covers, hitting her cast against his shin.

“Fucking Christ, Y/N!” Dean shouts out in pain.

“Sorry.” She whispers and Dean lies on his back, spreads his arm out and lets her crawl in.

“It’s okay, just be careful. What’s today?” He asks but she thinks he knows. She’s been talking about it or a week! Counting back the days and hours leading up to it.

“The cast?” She says anyway, rubbing it into his face.

“Oh, the cast!”

They’re sitting in the hospital where she has an appointment for a last check up. She has to undergo a last x-ray that’s why they couldn’t let Sergei remove it.

Dean’s sitting beside her in the examination room after she took the x-ray, mindlessly browsing through his phone when she feels something warm between her thighs. She whimpers softly.

Of course Dean hears it, and leans closer, whispering to her, “What is it?” There’s a look of concern on his face and he puts his phone back into his pocket.

She blushes and there’s the door opening, the doctor comes in with x-ray in hand.

Leaning to Dean before the doctor sits down, she whispers back, “Your cum just ran out.”

Dean’s jaw drops and he swallows hard, tries to make a straight face when the doctor starts to talk about her injury.

She hides her smirk.

It was kind of an accident this morning. Dean had helped her with the plastic bag for her cast before she showered, only thing was that she was already naked and really, one thing led to another and she found herself pinned to the shower walls with Dean’s cock rocking up into her.

He had asked her where she wanted him to come and honestly, there’s not many places that she likes it, and she likes it most when he comes deep inside.

Dean was taken aback, but he was so close he couldn’t even pull out anymore even if he wanted to.

That leads them to now, where his cum is leaking out of her and she knows that Dean likes the idea. Loves it when he knows that she leaks him. Maybe not really while she sits at the doctors with him checking her ankle while she wears a skirt, and the doctor could technically see her damp panties.

She flinches every time another blob of cum runs out of her, and the doctor thinks he hurt her while he works on her cast and all Dean does is grinning like an idiot every time she flinches.

The doctor asks her about her pain level, hands her another pack of painkillers just in case and with that, they’re off.

Dean’s hand is on the back of her neck, squeezing as he walks her to the car. “Fuck, I had a hard time concentrating in there knowing you’re leaking me while the doc could see it.”

He pushes her against his car, her back hits the rough door, and kisses her rough and hard before his hand disappears underneath her skirt to rub at her clit through the damp panties. Dean slips a finger inside, runs it through the thick slick of his own cum before he groans into the kiss. His finger comes back out and he brushes the slick finger at her lips, she sucks it in, which makes Dean groan out even louder and he pushes his hips forward, making her feel how hard he is.

“Can’t wait to get you home,” He growls, parts from her and opens the car door for her.

“What will you do when you get me home?” Her grin is cocky, just how he likes it and she knows.

Dean leans his elbow on the car, whispers to her in a low dark voice, “Oh, you’ll see.”

He slams the door close and runs to his side, gets in and starts the engine. He drives off with a screech, takes Baby to its limits.

Y/N has to laugh as they’re on the road, folds her left leg up on the bench and turns her body towards him. She watches him for a while, looks at the vein in his neck, Dean’s biting on the finger of the hand that’s not on the steering wheel.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He drawls, it’s loud and deep.

“Looking at you how?” She’s baffled.

Dean frowns, “I know that look alright, it’s when you’re up to no good.” And with his next breath he adds, “The answer is no.”

She moves forward anyway, grins stupidly as she lowers herself down, lays her hand on his thigh.

“Baby,” His voice vibrates, it’s some kind of a warning, she knows that, it’s just… she doesn’t really care.

Her hands work on his belt, and Dean groans, looks down to her, a crease between his eyebrows. She palms his cock through his pants, feels it hard underneath the cotton of his jeans. “Seriously, I don’t have any cops on my payroll anymore. We’ll be in so much trouble.”

Her fingers already lower his zipper down, and she looks up at him, pouts a little too, for the effect.

“Please, daddy?”

She can see Dean’s hand tightens on the steering wheel as he lets out a loud moan upon hearing her say the word. He can’t resist the combination of all the things that triggers his fancy, and she’s missed that. Missed how easy she can rile him up. How easy it is to get him to cave in, because he’s doing just that, as his hand goes to her head to push back a strand of hair that’s fallen in her face, while her fingers lower down his zipper. Dean doesn’t say anything, only looks at her like she’s the only thing that matters.

The week leading up to the wedding is uneventful. She’s back to drawing and painting mostly to kill the time, tries to find a purpose in life again since she now literally has nothing else to do and no injury to recover from.

Maybe, Y/N thinks, she can talk Dean into letting her work on the new house with him. Because that’s the place where he’s at most of the time since she’s cast-less. He wants to get some things done before he could show it to her and he’s excited for it like a kid on Christmas morning.

She usually stays up until he’s home, mostly watching crime documentaries on Netflix and cuddling with Bubbles. She misses Cuddles, missed that old grumpy cat and she still blames herself for leaving him behind.

It’s three days until the wedding and she’s been out and bought a dress, found some nice flats to go with it and cozies herself up with a container of ice cream when she hears the turning of a key in the lock.

Dean comes in, walks to the couch to greet her and bubbles. He smells like plaster and varnish. He steals a spoonful of ice cream, before stealing a kiss from her. “Be right out.” He says and she knows it’s because he goes to take a shower.

Sometimes Dean would come back to see her taking a bath and upon seeing it, he undressed hastily to join her. They also manage to go to Bobby's once when Dean came home earlier. That was nice. Bobby was delighted to see her, even though she was scared to go there at first, still thinks that Dean’s people will hate her.

After she eats half of the container, Dean comes out of the bedroom, dressed only in his pj pants, his hair and body still damp. She clenches her jaw, because the sight does something to her. The sight being him shirtless, with damp ruffled up hair. He comes closer and she can see all the little freckles sprayed on his body.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” She asks, raises one eyebrow, not that she minds, though.

Dean sits down next to her, one finger hooks into the collar of her shirt, pulling at it a little. “Because you’re wearing my shirt.”

Oh.

Yeah, that’s right.

He usually comes home and changes into a shirt after showering and he wears the same shirt for a couple of days, because he usually sleeps shirtless, only wears it to sit with her on the sofa. Today she missed him, so she took the liberty to wear it because it smells like him and she loves that.

“C’mere.” Dean spreads his arm and she climbs into his lap, the ice cream container still in her hand and all.

Y/N lays her head on his shoulder, and Dean kisses her forehead before he takes the container out of her hand.

“Yeah, take it before I empty it.” She says and buries her face into the crook of his neck. She sniffs him, his scent totally makes her light headed.

He laughs, eats the ice cream and watches TV with her for a while wordlessly. She likes that too, next to talking or sex. She likes how comfortable they are in their silence. She doesn’t always need to talk and she doesn’t always need him to talk. Sometimes it can be really great to just sit here and not talk at all.

When the show ends, the ice cream is gone and Dean gave it to her to set it on the coffee table, because she’s still on his lap and he couldn’t move. She takes the remote, zaps through some channels to see if there’s anything on.

“Can I ask you something?” Dean asks out of the blue.

“Sure.” She says, not sure where this is going but they make it a habit to answer anything truthfully.

She looks up at him and his finger comes up to paint over her face. Painting the line of her eyebrows, down her nose, the crease around her lips. As if he wants to memorize her with the tip of his fingers.

“Why did you think I could ever be happy? I mean, without you.”

He’s talking about the letter she left, she knows that. Sometimes, he would ask her things that crossed his mind. There’s still a lot of why’s and what ifs that they need to work through.

Y/N throws her arms around his neck, lays her forehead to his face, feels his bread scratchy and somehow soft. “Because,” She says, “When you love someone, all you want is for that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of that happiness.”

“It’s bullshit, though.”

��Language!” She warns him.

Dean sighs, “That’s bullcrap!”

“Why?”

Dean’s arms come up around her and he places his lips to her forehead and mumbles into her skin, “Because there’s really no happiness when you’re not part of it.”

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Anna and Cas’ wedding is upstate and Y/N is packing her things because Dean said that he’s booked into a hotel nearby so that they wouldn’t have to make the long drive back after.

She’s already dressed in her navy blue cocktail dress as he walks in wearing a fucking suit, he still looks like a walking billboard ad for an expensive perfume and she thinks that it’s probably never going to change. Dean manages to look flawless with everything he wears and it’s really not fucking fair.

He’s never seen her dress before so he takes some time to take in the view before he opens his mouth to ask, “Not red?”

“It’s a wedding, I don’t wanna stand out and steal the thunder.”

Dean chuckles at that, walks closer and bends down to kiss her. “Well, you do steal my heart.”

“Ugh. So cheesy."

“Hey!”

They laugh and he picks up their bag. She wonders why they had to dress up already when they could do it there in the hotel but Dean makes up some excuses and what does she know. She’s just his ‘plus one’ anyway. Today’s certainly not about her. And also not really about Dean, even though she needs to tell him something that’s been nagging her. She decides that it could wait. Doesn’t want to ruin the mood, especially not when there’s an almost two hours drive ahead of them with no way to escape each other should things get awkward.

It’s a beautiful place which Cas — or rather Anna — has chosen for the wedding. An old manor, with a big white pavilion in the middle of a meadow. A square wooden dance floor off to a side, tables set up all in white to the other side. There’s a flower arch in the back too, with white chairs lined up for the ceremony.

Y/N wonders if her wedding would be similar to this as well. Wonders if the man standing next to her would be Dean. She doesn’t even know if Dean wants to get married at all and if yes, would she be the one he would want to marry?

Although she likes the set up and thinks it’s lovely, she still thinks that it would be too much for herself. A little too over the top. She would want something smaller. Only a handful of good friends and people, maybe in a backyard. There’s no need to really rent out anything and make a big fuss about it. But she doesn’t judge, people are different and that’s okay as it is.

They were amongst the first ones to arrive because Dean wants to be here for Cas. They find him in the manor, off in a room by himself.

Dean went straight in, hugged his friend and did some prep talk. It’s a while before Cas even notices her. She’s a little shy, didn’t have time to go and meet them beforehand since she’s been back.

“Hey, Y/N,” Cas’ voice is steady, calm. Although he’s nervous, she can see that.

“Hi Cas,” She smiles and the dark haired man opens his arms for a hug. She goes in willingly. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Cas says, “It’s good to have you back.”

“No hard feelings?”

“No hard feelings from me.” Cas nods before he looks over to Dean, “Well, I can imagine that someone was hard, though.”

Y/N laughs as Dean puts Cas into a headlock.

Dean and Cas were talking and she knows that Dean pulls out everything he’s got to distract his friend. She wonders if she should go find Anna, at least introducing herself because she’s never seen the woman before but then again, she thinks that Anna probably has a lot to worry about right now and she shouldn’t interrupt her. There’s still time for when they all will be less stressed.

She sits between Jess and Gabriel when the wedding starts and Dean’s standing next to Cas in front of the arch. God he looks good and she can’t help but think about a wedding where Dean is the groom. How he would stand there and wait for the bride, a smile on his face as big as Cas’. He sees her and winks, and she blushes at that, afraid that he can read her mind.

The music starts and Anna walks in, a wedding gown in champagne color and oh god, she looks so beautiful with her red hair and all, there’s a little bump which is perfectly accentuated by the dress Anna’s wearing. Dean had told her that Anna’s pregnant and she couldn’t be happier for Cas.

Y/N frowns at first because Anna looks damn familiar and then it hits her.

“Is Anna’s name Milton?” She whispers and asks Gabriel.

“Yeah, why?”

“Ah, nevermind.” She says, but in reality, she does mind because her heart starts to pump faster.

That’s Anna Milton. Brad Milton's big sister. Her ex-boyfriend’s big sister. And she knows her, she knows his mother. She looks around and spots the mother and Brad in the first row.

Ah, that’s just really great.

After the wedding Dean comes to find her, wants to introduce her to Anna but she holds him back before he could drag her over. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” Dean’s one hand is on the small of her back.

“I know Anna.”

“Okay? From where?” He frowns a little but he’s not really irritated.

She sighs, “My boyfriend in high school, Brad. She’s his sister. I know their whole family.”

Okay, maybe Dean is a little irritated. Because he frowns some more, the creases between his eyebrows deepens as his lips try to form words.

“The one who took your virginity?”

“Dean!” She shushes him, he’s so loud! She can only hope nobody heard him and whispers, “Yeah, but that was a long time ago, alright?”

“But you two still text and all that.” Dean hisses now.

Yeah, she forgot that they do, haven’t done it for a while though, but Dean didn’t miss the fact that they still keep in touch because she told him when they came clean about their lives.

“Once every six month probably, yeah. We parted as friends.”

“Huh,” Dean exhales.

“Look, I just wanted to tell you because I don’t want you finding it out from someone else around here, okay?”

“I need a drink.” Dean says and turns to leave.

She grabs at his arm, hard enough to make him turn back around. “Dean.”

Dean clenches his jaw, he doesn’t say anything, looks past her head, his gaze lost in the crowd. But she doesn’t say anything either, just waits til the storm inside of him is over.

After a while, Dean lowers his face, his hands come up to cradle around her cheeks, thumbs tracing along her skin, “I’ll be right back. Wait, okay?”

“Okay,”

And with that, he’s off to the bar.

He once told her that he’d like to kill all the men before him because they have found her first but what would he do to someone who was her first sexual experience? She doesn’t want to know, hopes that it won’t be a big issue because they’re adults now, right?

Dean comes back about ten minutes later, cradles the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss, “‘M sorry,” He says, and he tastes of whiskey. “I’m trying to change, try not to be jealous and think that everyone could take you away from me. Please be patient with me?”

Her frown disappears and instead, there’s a smirk on her face. “Of course.”

“Good,” Dean smiles back, pecks her lips once more, “Okay, come on, gotta parade you around.”

Dean takes her hand, drags her to Cas and Anna and she’s actually surprised that Anna still remembers her and she hugs her so tight Y/N has a hard time breathing. Brad’s not around so at least there’s that. Dean doesn’t seem to be irritated anymore, or maybe he’s just really good at hiding it.

In the evening, Dean’s helping Cas’ with something when she stands off to the side of the dance floor, smiles as she sees happy faces and some who are drunk off their heads trying to dance, when she hears a familiar voice next to her.

“Ah, I finally caught you alone.” Brad comes to stand next to her, his hands in his pockets, as if he’s a little shy, maybe he is, because they haven’t seen each other for such a long time. He hasn’t changed, still has a big grin on his face, that charming golden boy smile and he’s overall just really adorable looking, like he used to be. She hugs him briefly before they watch the dancers together. “You want a drink?”

“No, thanks.”

“Mind if I get one?”

“Why should I mind?”

“I just want you to stay where you are, can you do that? I wanna talk and catch up.”

She nods, “Yeah, sure.”

Brad nods back before he dashes to the open bar and is back before the song is even over. He sips his drink, holds it out to her and she shakes her head. “I forgot, you’re not a big drinker.”

“I just don’t really feel like it.” She shrugs, which is probably weird because they’re at the wedding. Eating and drinking is all people do here.

Brad stands there, one hand in his pants pocket and one hand holding his drink. “Never thought you’d know the bad guys, Y/N.”

She turns her head, looks at Brad. “You know what they did?”

“Yeah,” Brad says, “We’ve all known but Anna loves Cas so we turned a blind eye, as long as he didn’t pull us all in, we were good with the relationship. Not that it had mattered much. You know my sister, she’s as stubborn as can be.”

She chuckles, “Yeah. Remember how she was furious that we broke up?”

Brad rolls his eyes, “She blamed me even two years later. Said that I let the best thing that ever happened to me slip through my hands.”

“Awe, she was exaggerating.” She says and her eyes wander around, sees Anna and Cas on the dance floor now. Which must also mean that Dean’s around here somewhere.

“I don’t think she was,” Brad drinks up, “She was kinda right. I liked what we had but then your father died and you weren’t you anymore, you know?”

She nods to that, “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

People are clapping their hands, applauding the band and soon they start up a new song.

“Don’t be. It’s understandable. It’s just if I could go back, I would probably help you more, you know? Not being so selfish and only thinking about my own future. Yours mattered too and you were hurt and angry and I wasn’t there.”

“Brad, really,” She says, putting one of her hands on the wrist of his hand that’s holding the now empty drink, “It’s okay. I’m okay now, ain’t I?”

Brad snorts out a laugh, “Yeah, you are. Quite the catch you got there, Y/N.”

She blushes at that.

“Say,” Brad starts, “Does he make you happy? I mean, are you happy?”

She’s a little taken aback by the question and she might take a little too long to answer because she spots Dean in the crowd. His eyes on her as he dances with Anna’s grandmother. The woman is all over Dean, pressing her face into his chest and Y/N couldn’t help but grin. Dean sees her too, most likely he did see Brad standing next to her either because a flinch of irritation crosses Dean’s face before he’s smiling at something the grandmother says. Dean winks at Y/N then before he continues to swirl the grandma along the dance floor.

“Is that him? With my grandma?” Brad asks.

“Yeah,” She answers with a smile.

Brad’s laughing, “Granny can get handsy, I hope he’s okay with that.”

“Oh, I think he’ll manage.” She joins in with Brad’s laughter.

The music stops and the crowd claps as the singer announces the first official dance of Mr. and Mrs. Novak.

Dean apparently manages to break free from Brad’s grandmother and he walks in her direction.

“Hey,” Dean greets them both and she sees that he’s met Brad before. Of course he has because he’s Cas’ best man and they probably went out for dinner and what not with the whole family already at least once. Dean probably even befriended Brad without knowing that he was her ex.

Dean weaves his arm around her waist, holds her there and pulls her towards him, kisses the top of her head. “You okay?”

She looks up and smiles, “Yeah, are you? Brad said that his grandma can be handsy.”

Brad’s laughing at the comment and Dean purses his lips before he says, “Well, she did ask me if I wanna join her for a drink in her room after the party, so.”

“You know,” Brad jumps in, “If I wouldn’t know my granny, I’d think that you’d be joking. But it does sound like her.”

“What did you say?” She asks Dean.

“Said I’m already spoken for by the prettiest girl around here.” Dean smiles, bends down to kiss her.

“Knowing her, she’d say that it was her, didn’t she?” Brad’s grinning, unfazed by their PDA.

Dean turns his head, rolls his eyes at Brad, “Yeah.”

The men both laugh and Brad starts to tell Dean other anecdotes about his flirty grandmother, and that’s when she thinks that Dean has changed. That he’s trying to change. Trying to get away from his usual jealous self. He trusts her, she knows. She has won back his trust and she’s very happy about that.

They watch the dancers for a while until a girl comes up and asks Brad for a dance. Dean wonders if she wanted to ask Dean first but saw that Dean’s arm is around Y/N and the girl wanted to save her face so she asked the next best guy around. Because the girl has been giving him eyes the whole night already. It actually really doesn’t matter, he thinks.

Brad accepts with a smile, leads the girl to the dance floor but before that, Y/N holds Brad back, “I owe you an answer,” She says, “I am. I hope you are too.”

Brad nods, “Good. And yes, I am, too. That’s all that matters, Y/N.”

They watch the girl pull Brad in the middle of the dance floor, smile as he spins her around.

“He’s a good dancer.” Dean says, is probably a little surprised how she could be so terrible when her ex boyfriend is so good.

She drives her elbow into his side, making Dean flinch, “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing.” Dean knows when to stop. There will be no winner coming out of a petty argument. Instead he asks, “What did he ask you?”

Y/N looks up to him with a bright smile, “If I’m happy.”

“Are you?” Dean’s arm goes around her.

“Uh-huh,” She wraps her arms around his middle and Dean cradles her face, making her look up at him.

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah.” She smiles.

He lowers his face, kisses her forehead, her nose, her lips. “Come on,” He then says, releases her grip and takes her hand, pushing his way through the crowd and she follows, no question asked.

CH39

#something just like this #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x you #nathalie writes

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kyberled · 3 years

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SENTENCE STARTERS: LET’S PLAY CYBERPUNK RED, EPISODE 1 PART 1

A collection of prompts and starters taken from the first episode of Polygon’s Cyberpunk Red campaign series: [x]

Content warnings for death, strong language, and mentions of violence and drug use.

Feel free to change names and pronouns as needed!

“We’re recovering from several man-made disasters, and kites are popular again.”

“Oops, that’s too much armpit.”

“I don’t know who you know.”

“You will be remembered.”

“You’re not allowed to say that word on here, my dude!”

“Boop, banned!”

“Headshot! ... Sorry.”

“There is maybe a job down there for us, and I could use a lift.”

“Do you want me to come up and meet you up there, or do you wanna come down here?”

“Doc, these guys gonna be okay?”

“He was sliced and diced and blown apart.”

“Saw a really sad thing today.”

“I’m not sure how we’re going to get paid for this, actually.”

“Sometimes, you get paid in other things, like trust or friendship.”

“Exposure!!!”

“Let’s mop up these two dipshits and figure out who did it, then hit their head several times.”

“I just realized I called these dead people dipshits.”

“I know all of this because he was saying it in Alf roleplay.”

“They’re very fast, but they’re faster the wealthier you are.”

“And they’re all like, armed, right?”

“Yeah. They’re super armed.”

“Work up a gentle demeanor, if I can.”

“This one? This one? That one? This one?”

“I’ve got a lot of cool.”

“I promise you... You will not die.”

“I mean, everyone dies, [NAME]. You shouldn’t promise that to someone.”

“But what I’m saying is it won’t be my fault.”

“I am so sorry for this situation.”

“Just gonna pretend that didn’t happen.”

“I don’t think they were looking for [NAME].”

“I think they were looking for SOMEBODY.”

“You guys are really fuckin’ bad at this.”

“I’ll admit, I can be a little bit bad bad at comforting folks who need it. But I’ll tell ya’, I’m really good at pounding peoples’ skulls into concrete over and over again, until they tell me exactly what I would like to know.”

“Did you mean to threaten this guy?”

“All I wanna know is what happened here, so we don’t have another mess to mop up. And that mess I’m talking about is potentially... You.”

“I mean, steal from the rich, no harm done!”

“And snort what you get.”

“It is what you said, it’s what you implied. Are you going back on your word?”

“If I knew, I’d have blackmail, and I wouldn’t be here.”

“Reach out if you ever need anything.”

“Reach out if you ever need anything, and I was mostly kidding about the head bouncing stuff. But I will do it! But I was mostly kidding.”

“Call me if you need to know anyone.”

“We’re not best friends, but I just thought it would give that parasocial relationship to people.”

“Guys, don’t say other things.”

“You’re making it sound like there’s more than one person-- There’s only one person in the bathroom, and it’s me, [NAME]!”

“I just needed a little bit of help in here. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“And we WILL wash our hands.”

“Can you wait until we’re out of the bathroom to talk about this?”

“It wasn’t even weird!”

“It was very weird.”

“And wash your hands!”

“This one’s zooted.”

“Leaving it a little open-ended, there, [NAME].”

“Soft touch.”

“Your eyes are so gentle.”

“... That’s a good argument.”

“I got some papers, don’t worry how I got ‘em.”

“I’m sorry, that was really defensive. I came at you with all that defensive energy.”

“I can get one, if ya’ need!”

“I’d like you to remember that I helped you, and someday, maybe, when I need you...”

“That’s not what I’m gonna need you for, but, thank you.”

“What’s up everyone, I just walked into a locked room.”

“Wow, special treat for you guys today!”

“Wow, special treat for you guys today: It’s two locked doors.”

“I guess it’s a bust for today.”

“Your... Co-dependent.... Thing, is very strange.”

“Is this like a riddle?”

“Do you like to pick your own lock?”

“I sometimes pick my own lock, like, to practice.”

“Your lock’s been picked.”

“My door’s been picked?!”

“I’m old school, what can I say.”

“If they just wanted to destroy it, why wouldn’t they just destroy it?”

“You’re blowing my mind, here.”

“We can stop it.”

“You don’t need to hate [NAME], you just need to love money.”

“I was already in the van-- I wasn’t in the van, but I got in the van because I wanted to come see you.”

“I think you got, maybe one of those three is right.”

“I ain’t never heard of him, no.”

“Shit. I could’ve done this my fuckin’ self.”

“I’ll look it up for you, you’ll owe me a favor.”

“[NAME], this guy’s dead.”

“[NAME]’s dead, he died six years ago.”

“You’re asking the important questions, [NAME].”

“Privacy is nonexistent.”

“I don’t wanna meet a ghost.”

“Forsooth! We’re here.”

“I don’t see any problems with the plan.”

“It is striking me as very strange, now that I’m thinking about it.”

“We both drive. ... I also drive. It’s a-- Two-person... Driving... Car.”

“I have trouble with the break and the gas at the same time.”

“He just sits on my lap.”

“And you shouldn’t! And you don’t.”

“It was like on the news.”

“It’s really hot out in the van, can I get a CapriSun?”

“I already peed.”

“Put your smart thoughts in my dumb head.”

“It’s a very strange slogan.”

“I’m so glad we’re sitting down for this drink.”

“This was, like, a decade ago, which is like 100 years ago.”

“You guys aren’t cops, right?”

“We’re not cops.”

“We split a paycheque.”

“The ol’ waitin’ game.”

“Let’s use our two braincells.”

“If honesty if cool, let’s be honest.”

“Fuck yeah, come on! Shoot it into my fuckin’ veins, baby!”

“Thanks a lot, buddy. Thanks a fucking lot.”

“Welcome to this most righteous cafe.”

“Garcon! First, I would like you to tell me what an egg cream is, and then, I would like an egg cream.”

“I brought a juice box from the car.”

“This fuckin’ rules!”

“Is he super hot?”

“We did it! We heisted! We killed some people! Could we be any cooler?”

“I hope it’s the fucking cast of Friends!”

“I’m not gonna stop you from doing that.”

“Who the fuck is this jabroni?”

“Name’s [NAME]. Just passing through, looking for a bit of information.”

“I don’t wanna be too forward here, but unless you’re willing to talk with me on this particular topic, your love life ain’t gonna be the only thing that’s D.O.A.”

“That’s really good shit talk.”

“You’re gonna badmouth me and my besties?”

“You gonna come in here and sass us?”

“Well, you can bully [NAME]. He’ll just fuckin’ sit there and take it.”

“I will toss your salad and scramble your eggs.”

“You’re gonna talk right now, or you’re cancelled.”

“This is our town!”

“How you doin’?”

“Fuck you! Thank you.”

“No, not that - why did you shoot people?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to escalate.”

“I don’t live on the streets, I have a perfectly adequate apartment.”

“I’m sorry, that’s on me.”

“You guys know the person you’re trying to blackmail is dead?”

“I guess it isn’t your day, your month, or your year? ... Or your week?”

“Hey, okay! I mean, where the fuck did you come from, but yeah, this guy gets us!”

“I did just say that your blackmail’s useless.”

“And that’s where you should stop that sentence!”

“In the shipping business, that’s what we call... I don’t know what we call it.”

“It’s a goof-’em-up.”

“The problem with trucks, is, uh... Have you ever seen a bird?”

“Have you ever seen a bird that just really scared you?”

“I’ve seen a video of a bird.”

“If you have to steal, I don’t give a shit. Steal from somewhere else.”

“So fuck you, I guess, fuck you.”

“I’m so sweaty, it’s so hot in here.”

“I’ll delete your accounts!”

“You think you’re a big man.”

“You mother fucker! I can’t believe you’d do this, to ME!”

“You just killed a man! In cold blood!”

“I wish somebody had told you it was gonna be this way.”

“Well, I hate to see people leave the forum.”

“I’m a moderator, this is just physical moderating.”

“I did do that.”

“And now we’re fighting back to back!”

“Aw, we’re the real besties.”

“I’m very proud of all of you.”

“I’m very proud of all of you, and I’m certain that will last this whole time.”

“I feel like I shouldn’t have a shotgun.”

“Ba-bum bum ba-da-ba-da--” (gunshot)

“I can’t fucking follow that up!”

“So I don’t fuckin’ care.”

“What now?! WHAT NOW?!”

“You guys need to leave!”

“Way ahead of ya’, mac!”

“Way ahead of ya’, mac!” (smashes through the window)

“You did a great job of just destroying this woman.”

“I hope these people never see me again, I don’t want to come back here.”

“Make sure to like and subscribe!”

“We haven’t killed anybody, have we?”

“Let’s wrap this up right now, or I’ve got a feeling there won’t be a reunion show.”

“Okay, okay, you guys are not cool.”

“We being chill about this?”

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do with this thing, it’s useless.”

“You keep saying that, and I keep not believing you.”

“Find somebody else to rob.”

“Find somebody else to rob. Rob somebody with money.”

“Did any of you see the thing that I did where I put the guy’s head on the counter and I hit him with a stool two or three times?”

“[NAME], if you can promise to fight that well, I can get a lot more jobs for you.”

“I’d also love to just hang out, if that’s a thing you would be interested in.”

“You guys had to be there.”

“[NAME] jumped through a window.”

“Avast! Above, I see... [NAME]!”

“Let’s just say we had to wine and dine ‘em.”

“I hit a guy in the head with a stool.”

“Let’s just say we had to wine and dine ‘em. ... I hit a guy in the head with a stool.”

“That sounds about right, yeah.”

“The only reason you’ve been surviving this long is because of the philanthropy of others.”

“I’m too smart for this.”

“I think we took care of them.”

“If I were them, I wouldn’t come back around here.”

“But they are still alive.”

“If you decide that you do want them dead, you know who to call.”

“And thanks again for everything you do. ... Oh, by the way, [NAME] died.”

#&& give the sun a head start; ooc #&& incoming transmissions; memes #sentence starters #rp starters #death //#drug use //#i made a meme :>

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Boys are weird

BUTTERFLIES AND BANDAIDS- chapter 4

Boys are weird

••

The boy stared down at his best friend. Eyes locked on hers, trying to figure out what to say. His train of thought was halted when he heard a little giggle from Y/N

"I was just joking Haz, you look like you're gonna pass out...am I that ugly?" She stuck her tongue out at the boy and he just shook his head letting out a little chuckle himself.

"Not at all love, just caught me off guard is all" his fingers went up to pinch her cheek before dropping back on her bed. He tried to push the thought out of his head, but he does wonder about how Y/N's lips would feel on his, not just his cheek or forehead like he's used to.

He imagines they'd feel soft, they're rather full and plump. He thinks they'd feel like a little pillows against his. Her cherry chapstick leaving a little layer of grease on his, but he wouldn't mind.

He was brought out of his little day dream by the girl herself, "Harry are you listening to me?" He looked up at her and blinked a few times "sorry love, mind drifted. What were you saying?"

The young girl gave him a little playful eye roll. "I asked how I look, these jeans are new I got them because Emma said they make my butt looks good, thoughts?" She did a little spin and he huffed

"Not gonna comment on your body little love. You know you're beautiful, looks great" he gave her a smile and she returned it.

"Thanks stinky" her little hand held his cheek as she kissed his other one, smiling at him.

"No problem dummy" he blew her a kiss before sitting up and cracking his back.

"You really gonna go to Eli's house? I really don't think it's a good idea, got a bad feeling sweetheart."

He crossed his arms over his broad chest and his eye brows pinched together. The younger girl looked up at him with a tilted head

"What do you mean?"

Harry let out a low sigh and ran his fingers through his chocolate locks trying to find a way to warn her without being a dick.

"Well, sometimes guys can be jerks. Some guys don't have good intentions, they want selfish things and some guys don't take no for an answer and that's what I'm afraid of. Not ever gonna let someone hurt you if I can help it. You're my best friend, still see you like the little girl I met. Just as protective over you as I am over my mum and sister. Care about you sweetheart."

He gave her a warm smile after speaking and she took a second to let it sink in. Looking back at him a nervous look on her pretty eyes

"What do you think he wants from me?"

Her fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater when she asked, nervous energy evident with the slight shake of her fingers.

"I don't know bunny, that's what I'm scared of." He brought his fingers up to push a few curls from her face, rubbing his thumb on her blushing cheeks.

"Okay...I'll tell him I'll reschedule with him...do you wanna do something together instead?"

He gave her a smile, nodding and twirling her hair around his pointer finger.

"Course, always wanna hangout with my girl. Can go to that diner we like tonight? Steal a couple beers from your brothers stash and have a little movie night?"

Y/N smiled at the offer, nodding and holding her hand up, palms smacking and pinkies locking as they did their handshake, purely muscle memory at this point.

"Sounds good. Think Luke is at his friends anyway, he won't care. But for now let's go get some snacks and I gotta get tampons so let's go to the pharmacy."

Harry let out a groan, he may be her best friend but he's never super into hearing about periods or her needs for period products.

"Relax, you're so dramatic. I don't start till next week but I wanna just get them now cus Lily used the last of them, I'm paying for the snacks this time so be nice or I'll eat all of them myself"

She poked his chest and he just nodded chuckling a bit.

"And I'm the dramatic one?"

••

The two teens jogged down the steps of her family home, hopping over the baby gate at the bottom of the steps, greeted by her 3 year old brother Jackson, 8 month old sister Miley and then year old Violet. All of the toddlers looking up at them, instantly getting excited.

The little ones have always loved Harry, and he loved them just as much. He's always wanted to have kids, so they are kinda like his little practice family till he settles down and has his own. Plus making a baby smile is one of his top ten favorite feelings.

Jackson was the first to rush towards the older boy, hugging his leg and smiling

"Hi! I missed you! We play football together?" The little boy looked up at Harry and he smiled down at him, rubbing his head

"Course we can, later yea? Going out with your sissy for a little while. I'll bring you back a surprise though, don't tell your mommy ok?"

He talked lowly like it's a big secret, getting the toddler even more excited as he pinky promised not to tell.

The next one up was Violet, she was a sweetheart just like her older sister but she definitely has a sass that Y/N was too shy to have when she was little.

She lifted her little arms up prompting him to lean down and pick her up, kissing her cheek while settling her on his hip.

"Hey Vi, how are you today?"

The little girl grabbed onto his necklace and smiled at him

"Good Berry, tooked nap!"

The fact she still couldn't say his name, and settled for 'berry' instead still made Y/N giggle sometimes, the boy found it endearing though.

"You took a nap?! That's great! Good job!"

He highfived her tiny hand and kissed her little knuckles before letting her down, watching her run off to the little play area they had in their living room.

Finally Miley managed to scoot her way up to Y/N getting promptly scooped up, she was definitely a lovey little baby. She loved being held, kisses, cuddles any affection anyone wanted to give her, she welcomed. She was a lot like Y/N, they are both the softest most cuddly girls he's ever met. And he still finds it adorable.

The baby babbled a bit, smacking her lips and sticking her tongue out. A new trick she had learned from her older brother. Harry gave her a smile and a kiss on her rosy chubby little cheeks, giving her a quick cuddle and baby talk session before the two teens left the army of infants with their mother and started making their way towards the small pharmacy at the end of the block.

The pair made conversation as they went, mostly Y/N telling him gossip she'd heard, and because he is guilty of being quite the gossip himself, he ate up every bit of it.

"There's no way! You're lying!" He exclaimed as she told him a juicy little bit about a girl she is on the volleyball team with.

"I swear! She really is! She's pregnant, by Austin Lewis!"

She waved her hands around as she talked, both of them shocked at the piece of drama they now were clued in on.

"God, that's gonna be one ugly baby...Austin's an ugly little prick, personality and looks wise. She must be legally blind." The boy chuckled at his own comment, holding the door open for her as they entered the store.

They continued to chat among themselves as they browsed the isles, grabbing snacks and the tampons she came for. Harry made sure to snag a little bouncy ball from a crank machine for Jackson on their way out. Knowing the little boy would lose his mind over the brand new toy.

••

They made it back safe and well, both distributing the snacks and bouncy ball to their intended recipients before marching back up the steps, Y/N snagging 4 beers from her brothers closet on the way and stashing them under her bed for the evening.

The pair sat together talking and simply enjoying each other's company. Both always feeling content even if they are both on their phones not talking, as long as they were in each other's vicinity they were content.

Harry only looked up when he heard an audible gasp from the girl beside him, seeing an immediate blush rush to her face and eyes wide as ever, cocking his eyebrow at the girl.

"What? It looks like you just saw a ghost"

He sat himself up and peeked at her phone screen, eyes widening before squinting when he saw what she was looking at.

A text message from Eli, normal enough until he saw the very graphic dick pic he sent attached to it.

The boy instantly went into protective mode and snatched the phone

"Yea you don't need to look at stuff like that, why did he send you that? You're like 6, no don't look Y/N!" He held the phone away from her grabbing hands and scrolled up the thread of messages.

" 'You sure you're not able to come over tonight?' 'I had something special planned, even got some drinks for us' 'really wish you were coming...' 'know it's a bit unexpected but maybe this might change your mind about coming...got me rock hard just thinking about you baby' what the hell-"

Harry read the texts aloud and cringed at most of them, Y/N blushing like crazy hiding her face in her hands.

"I knew that kid just wanted to sleep with you. He literally sent a picture of his dick mid conversation, he has horrible game bloody hell"

Harry took it upon himself to delete the picture from their texts and send the boy a text himself.

' keep your dick pics to yourself mate, She's 14- Harry'

Sending it off before handing her phone back and blowing out a breath.

"Oh my god...this is the most embarrassing moment of my life...I can't believe you just sent him that text...I can't believe I just saw his penis...I'm- what is even going on?"

The young girl groaned as she finished talking flopping back on her bed, the boy chuckling a bit as he watched her.

"That's high school boys for you. They think with their pricks, not their heads sweetheart. They see you and have one thing on their mind, and I will die before I let you sleep with some guy who has a small dick. Not gonna happen love."

She simply shrugged and gave him the side eye, getting a cheeky smile from the boy who was covering up his sliver of jealousy with his protective tendencies. He knew it was up to her what she did with her body, but he hated the thought of her sleeping with some boy who only wants one thing from her. As much as she is a smart girl, she's still a bit naïve at times. So of course he does what he can to keep her safe.

If he has to endure looking at his classmates penises to keep her protected, then he will.

He secretly felt a bit of an ego boost seeing that kids dick compared to his, Harry knew he had at least 5 inches more than Eli and was a hell of a lot thicker. He knew he was above average in that department but who doesn't love a good confirmation once in a while?

Y/N finally let out a little laugh, starting to lose the embarrassment and find humor in the situation turning to Harry and letting out another laugh

"His dick was...ugly. I've seen others but why did his looks so odd? It was like 4 different colors! Is that normal?"

The boy snorted and laughed with her shaking his head

"Mine isn't, not sure on if it's normal or not. But out of the dicks I've seen in my life his was probably the ugliest."

She smiled at him and poked his side

"You go around looking at penises in your free time Styles?" She raised an eyebrow and he let out another bark of a laugh.

"Not intentionally usually, locker room and porn is usually where I'm exposed to guys bits. Some guys don't care much about just letting it all hang out in the showers"

The girl giggled and sat up a bit. Smiling and laughing quietly to herself while she gets comfortable against her headboard.

"Boys are weird, girls don't get like fully naked usually but I've seen lots of boobs in the locker room. Katie Wilson has really nice boobs, I'm honestly jealous. I have seen Sarah Peters fully naked in the showers, that's really it. I've seen guys in the locker room like twice when I had to go in their locker room to drop off towels and stuff, saw Seth Newman fully naked and Grant like that too, they were definitely not shy about it. A bit uncomfortable."

She let out another laugh and he did the same.

"Boys are weird." He nodded

"You're not that weird though, you're the best boy I've ever met. You haven't sent me Dick pics mid conversation either so you get bonus points for that." She poked his stomach and smiled.

"I don't typically send unsolicited cock pictures"

He laughed when she gasped at his choice of words, cheeks growing pink yet again.

"I've only ever heard people call it that in porn, do people really use that word?"

Harry gawked at her for a second before nodding.

"Yea, lots of people say it. But you watch porn?! Since when? You're a baby! You shouldn't be exposed to that!"

Y/N rolled her eyes and waved him off.

"I'm 14, I can watch porn if I want to sir. You watch porn, I've seen your search history you Weirdo. Eli isn't the first guy to send me pictures, I've sent a few before too. Not to him but to someone else."

Harry was shocked to say the least. The shyest sweetest girl he ever met just admitted to sending nudes to other people. He couldn't believe it.

"YOU sent nudes?! To who?!"

The girl smiled shyly,

"Don't worry about it, not your business mister."

He stared at her for a second before shaking his head.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, you're still such a innocent little girl to me. I refuse to accept you've done that ma'am. I still can't believe you've made out with people before, the only reason I accepted it was because I literally caught you doing it once. Still not happy about that one Y/N, boys are stinky! You're not allowed to do that, I decided it's illegal now."

Y/N laughed at him and pushed him back a bit

"Shut up, you're such a drama queen Haz. I'm not 4 anymore, I'm old enough to kiss whoever I want."

He grunted in response and frowned.

"Nope, it's illegal I made the law. Now I need a beer after that."

She just snickered to herself while handing him one grabbing her keys and popping the cap off with her house key before grabbing her own doing the same.

Locking her bedroom door and turning off her overhead lights, opting for her fairy lights instead. Switching her tv on, both of them sipping their beers while skimming movies before picking one. Both just drinking and enjoying their evening together, but still Harry couldn't help his mind wandering off a few times thinking about the pictures his best friend has sent other people.

And he couldn't help but be jealous.

#harry styles series #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles tpwk #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #older!harry #younger!yn #bestfriend!harry

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thetriggeredhappy · 4 years

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angst&hurt/comfort, where scout is anxious and doubts his skills, so he tries to calm himself by holding/hugging/whatever his plushie (or something else, idk), whilst someone is trying to get to him, to make him confess what is bothering him? idk if you wanna make it a ship ir maybe dad spy, ily -🦂

oh dude you already KNOW dad!spy hours are 24/7 up in here. welcome to “projecting RSD onto Scout TF2 episode 85″

Stupid summer, stupid break, stupid losing streak. Stupid everything.

Usually Scout was excited about breaks. A week or so of getting to be off work, heading home to visit family or going on a road trip or whatever was happening. It was nice, he loved it. But this time they had explicit orders from their boss not to go anywhere or do anything. To stay on base or to go specifically exclusively to the store in the nearest town for food or whatever. He hated it. The base was too small to hang out in for more than a few days at a time. He hated it.

And not to mention that they’d finished off work on a bad note. A day of losses turning into a week of losses, half the team scrambling to try and pull together enough to get one last good push in before the break and the other half deciding to just accept the loss and do better once they got back.

And every day after battle Soldier would single out someone who wasn’t on top of their game and lecture them. And all week, instead of going for the people who were largely slacking off and not breaking their necks to try and get them some actual wins, he went after Scout, who was so frantic that he kept making stupid mistakes.

And he just... usually he argued about it, and got in a fight with Soldier, but he just... didn’t have the energy for it. The day was over. They’d lost. And Scout knew it wasn’t entirely his fault, but it kind of felt like it. Maybe if he’d tried just a little bit harder, pushed himself just a little further, he could’ve gotten the rest of the team motivated. Maybe they all would’ve picked things back up and tried too. But he couldn’t do it.

It was frustrating. He knew his job, beyond what he did on the field, was trying to keep morale up. He kept music playing, he was always up for hanging out or playing a few hands of poker or headed into town with someone to get shitty fast food. And he tried really hard to be funny and to keep things lighthearted, tried so fucking hard to keep spirits up. And he knew if he said anything about it, pointed out how literally like all of his time was spent trying to make sure everyone was feeling okay, it would...

He didn’t know. Maybe they’d just tell him off for being whiny or whatever. Maybe it would stop working so well, if they knew he was always doing it so extremely on purpose, so intentionally. He didn’t know.

But at that moment, he was feeling so much like utter garbage that he knew he had to just avoid the team so he didn’t drag the mood down further. Usually they didn’t really miss him anyways, other than idly asking if he’d gotten into any trouble while he was off doing “whatever he did”. All he knew was that him feeling like shit around everyone else would just make them feel bad too. And it was break anyways—maybe they’d just end up feeling better on their own. Especially since he wasn’t around to interrupt them.

He had plenty of food in his room, mostly chips and candy bars and stuff like that, stuff he didn’t want the guys stealing. And he’d totally share if they asked, for sure, but for that moment he was mostly just digging through the hoard for himself and doing not much of anything else.

He felt like kind of an idiot, sitting alone and eating his feelings like some kind of angsty teen in a movie or the chick in the romcom who just got broken up with. But there was nobody there to ridicule him except himself. And he did, but... the point stood.

A few days passed like that. He had food, he had the little bathroom connected to his room, he had comics to entertain himself. He slept a lot, mostly. Felt like garbage. Read some comics. Ate chocolate about it. Slept some more. He left a few times to do a few assorted things—called home like he did every week, went into the common room late one night to grab some of his records back so he could listen to them.

At one point, he got a knock on his door. He didn’t answer, couldn’t seem to find the energy to. A second knock when the first was unanswered after about twenty seconds. He still didn’t move.

The next day, another knock. This one was accompanied by words. “Scout? I know you’re in there,” Spy called, sounding annoyed.

To be honest, Scout was pretty sure he didn’t have the energy to deal with whatever Spy was about to lecture him about. So he just rolled over.

“You’ve missed every team meal for almost four days. You’re being rude,” Spy declared.

Scout reached off the side of the bed and picked up a plushie that had fallen down. It was a big, chunky pig, and he’d won it when he and Pyro had gone out to a fair and he’d knocked the ball toss game out of the park. Pyro had taken three of the plushies he’d won, and insisted he keep the fourth for himself.

He felt like even more of a dumb baby, sitting there cradling a stuffed animal like he was scared to head off to his first day of kindergarten, but he was already too tired and filled with vague unrest for it to get to him much.

At some point he heard a heavy sigh and the clack of fancy shoes moving away down the hallway, and Scout relaxed.

Twenty minutes later, a knock.

“Scout, let me in,” Spy said firmly.

“Fuck off, Spy,” Scout snapped.

“Scout, if you don’t open the door, I’m going to,” Spy declared.

“Bullshit.”

A heavy sigh, and then a few moments later the door swung open.

“What the fuck?” Scout asked, lifting his head to glare towards the door as Spy stepped inside.

“I know how to pick locks, Scout. You know this.” Spy squinted to try to get used to the light, the blinds having been drawn. “I’m turning a light on.”

Scout just grumbled, dropping his head back into the plush pig. In his periphery, the light was indeed turned on. There was a beat of silence.

“I brought a plate from dinner. I was concerned you would get scurvy, since you now apparently have the diet of an eight year old child who was given a hundred dollars and left unsupervised at the grocery store,” Spy said dryly.

“I don’t want your fuckin’ handouts, Spy,” Scout muttered, muffled.

“It’s not a handout, it’s the fact that I refuse to have anyone on the team besides me whose teeth are falling out. Take the food.”

“Fuck off.”

Spy sighed again, and after a moment he moved to put the plate on the bedside table. Scout prickled at the proximity, but didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking up.

“I noticed that while you haven’t been at dinner, you still took the time to leave a thumb tack on my chair. Usually when you do that it’s because you’re angry with me. What exactly have I done?”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m just mad,” Scout grumbled.

“You know, it’s very childish to refuse to look at someone when they are trying to talk to you.”

“Guess I’ll just keep being the dumb idiot kid of the team then, huh?” Scout snapped.

Silence for a moment. “Scout. You’ve locked yourself away in your room and refused to come out again for several days. I know that something is wrong. The team does too—they’re starting to worry.”

“That might just be the most obvious lie you’ve ever fuckin’ told me, Spy,” Scout practically spat, and was glad to have his voice muffled, because suddenly it went a little tight.

“Is it that hard to believe that perhaps your teammates care about you?” Spy asked, a little sharply.

“It’s me, in case you haven’t noticed,” Scout said next, getting his voice back under control. “People don’t hang around me on purpose. They put up with me. And then they stop putting up with me at some point.”

“That’s not true,” Spy said, tone leaving no room for argument, but Scout elbowed some argument in anyways.

“All seven of my brothers, every fuckin’ date I’ve ever been on, the standing ban sayin’ I can’t go in Engie’s workshop or in Heavy’s workspace down by the boiler or the infirmary unless I’m actually seriously injured—“ Scout listed off, ticking off on his fingers, keeping his face hidden. “My own fucking dad decided he couldn’t fucking stand me and I was two years old, Spy, what the hell does that tell you? I’m an annoying little piece of shit and that’s all I’m ever gonna be and then one of these days I’m gonna die for real out in this hellhole desert and ain’t a single damn person out here will have ever even bothered to learn the name that’s supposed to go on my gravestone.”

Dead silence in the room. Scout’s arm fell back down by his side. His voice was shaky when he spoke again.

“Nobody’s ever even asked,” he managed. “Demo’s real name is Tavish, Heavy’s real name is Mikhal but his sisters call him Misha. And plenty of you guys get asked about it all the time but you don’t wanna say. And nobody’s ever even fuckin’ asked me.”

Silence for a few more seconds.

“I’m a whole person,” Scout said next. “I’m really into sci-fi. I’ve read every mainline issue comic book ever published after ‘35. I know how to cook and draw and I know the all the stats of every person on every major league baseball team. I was in theater in high school between track and baseball season in the winters and I and got a lead role on some Shakespearicles thing before it got cancelled because of budget cuts. I bet you didn’t even know that.”

“I didn’t,” Spy admitted.

“And why would you? Who the fuck cares? It’s just dumb scrawny idiot Scout, who the fuck cares what his deal is? He can barely do his job and read any word that’s over four syllables, who cares what he does? He ain’t nothin’ today, he must never have been somethin’ in the first place.”

“Scout—“

“Tell me I’m wrong, Spy,” he snapped, voice cracking down the middle.

“You’re wrong. Scout, what’s going on?” Spy asked, and his voice sounded closer, like he’d taken a knee. “What happened?”

He understood, logically, that telling Spy damn near anything was a bad idea. He sold information for a living. But logic hadn’t ever been much help to him, and anyways, he was pretty sure he was about to break down either way, and he could either cry like a dumb little baby and Spy could go to the rest of the team and tell them about stupid Scout and his crying for no reason, or he could at least sort of maybe a little bit sound justified and a little bit less completely unhinged.

“We lost all week because I fuckin’ suck at my job, and we don’t get to go off base for some goddamn reason, and I miss my family, and I—“ God damn it, he hoped to at least get to a second sentence before he broke, but here came the waterworks. “—and I know the team doesn’t give a shit, and if they even noticed they probably think I’m being some idiot baby, and I’m just so fuckin’ tired of all of this, alright? I’m just so goddamn exhausted, all the time, and no matter what I do I can’t make my own stupid, shitty, broken-ass brain shut up, and I...”

There was a hand on his shoulder, now. For some reason that’s what unstuck the sob in his throat.

��And I just miss my mom,” he managed, and sobbed again. “And I know that just makes me a stupid fucking baby—“

“Scout, it doesn’t,” Spy said firmly.

“Bullshit.”

A sigh, less exasperated than the others. “Scout, I miss my own parents. Often. Heavy writes to his mother, the Bushman calls home once a week and stays on the phone for an hour at a time. Do you think they would do that if they didn’t miss them?”

Scout couldn’t seem to find his voice, and just sniffled a little.

“If anything, it’s good that you miss your mother. You are appreciating her now, while she’s still part of your life, rather than later on when she’s gone. That’s a good thing.”

“Here I am cryin’ over dumb shit—“

“The fact that you’re even capable of tears shows that you haven’t completely sealed yourself off from your emotions like several of our testosterone-puppet teammates. I’m fairly certain that Medic surgically removed his own tear ducts. I think Soldier is so dehydrated that he’s incapable of it. And rather than sweat he needs to cover himself in liquid-like food products or else he’ll die of heat stroke.”

Despite everything, that made Scout laugh, just a little. More of a hiccup than anything else.

“Admittedly, you have greater social needs than several of our team, and they need to take breaks. Not just from you, but from everyone. It’s part of being human, everyone requires some amount of time alone or else they start losing their minds. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t care about you—value the things you do for this team, even. Every time someone would like company when going in to town for any reason, they always ask me where you are. And you’ve given good film recommendations to everyone except for the Sniper.”

“Guy hates movies,” Scout defended weakly.

“You keep recommending horror films. As it turns out, he is a fan of romantic comedies.”

“Fuckin’ what? Seriously?”

“I was shocked too. His complete lack of taste in all areas of his life continues to amaze me.”

Scout scoffed at that. A beat of silence.

“What I am saying is that the team doesn’t simply put up with you. You’re impossible to simply put up with, you take up too big a part of everyone’s life here. Instead, they must like and respect you.” A pause. “And your father must have truly been an idiot. Anyone with two eyes would be proud of the challenges you’ve faced and overcome with all of the disadvantages you’ve been dealt over your lifetime.”

Scout sniffled, wiped his eyes with his forearm, finally managed to look up at Spy. “Anyone with two eyes? You sayin’ you’re proud of me, then?” he asked, even if it was a little shaky.

“I feel no strong emotions,” Spy deadpanned.

“Alright, nevermind about earlier. That’s the most obvious lie you’ve ever told me.”

Spy rolled his eyes, standing, brushing off the knee of his suit.

Scout looked at the plate, made a face. “Aw man, what the fuck, is that asparagus? Is Medic back on trying to make us eat healthy again?”

“The Engineer cooked it, stop complaining and just eat it,” Spy said, quickly falling back into his role of naggy just on the near side of patronizing.

“C’mon, it couldn’t have been like, mashed potatoes or broccoli or somethin’?”

“You always douse those things in salt and butter. That combined with the energy drinks means you’re going to get a heart condition before I do.”

“Just get the fuck outta my room, Spy,” Scout huffed, putting the stuffed animal aside and moving to pick up the plate and utensils.

“Very well. And go talk to Demoman at some point, he’s been whining about nobody wanting to go get fast food with him for two days,” Spy said as he walked to the door. “And you can’t borrow my car to go.”

“Fuck you, Spy,” Scout said flippantly, waving him off.

“Fuck you too,” Spy said just as casually, and made sure to close the door behind him.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #dad!spy #shut up me #my fanfiction #everybody talks #unrelated to this fic but requests might be a little slow for the next few days. life just got real busy for me

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liliseestheworld · 4 years

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Stay home with me-Hwang Hyunjin Part 1

bad boy!Hyunjin, corona virus au

No smut yet, though it’s pretty long.

Fresh air. Oh, how you missed it. Of course, you haven’t been totally deprived of it, but it was a big difference between opening a window and feeling a slight breeze once in a while and actually being outside, without any wall to protect you from the strong wind. Too bad it was pitch black outside. You longed to see the city from up close in its full glory, see the sun through the trees’ leaves, not reflected from the neighbour’s window; you wanted to pass by different stores and see a faded version of your reflection caused by the shop’s lights. Instead, when you passed by a closed down clothes shop, you were able to fully see yourself thanks to the dimly lit streetlight. You missed the busy but still full of life streets; now empty, dark and for you right now, dangerous.

Of course, when the quarantines and self-isolations first started, you and your family respected the strict laws and refrained from stepping outside again. Your father was in charge of the shopping so he was the only one who has been going out in the last 2 months since your city has been on lockdown. Except for your social butterfly of a brother, the rest of the family adjusted easily to this new lifestyle. Your parents spent their time making plans for the future, redecorating the apartment and face calling your relatives for a small -not really- chat. Your brother, Chan, has been sulking in his bedroom most of the time and other than that, he was playing video games with his friends. What a life…

As for you, you used this time for yourself. Read all the untouched books from your shelves, wrote some short stories, discovered new music, learnt a new language, basically did everything that could be done. And you got bored. For the last few days you’ve been moping around, not even getting out of bed, eating 6 to 7 meals in a day-excluding the snacks- and being a total bitch to your family. It’s a given that you were not an extrovert, but you still enjoyed your daily walks alone. Going to a park to stare at the lake, listening to music as you wander around, spending 50 minutes in the bus on the ride back home just thinking about life. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to get out. But where could you go? The police were all over town making sure that people weren’t breaking the rules. You had to think of a place that was close enough to make it there safely, but not so near your house to make you feel like you haven’t been out at all. Walking around was definitely not a secure option, so you had to think of a building of some sorts. You’ll still be indoors, but a change of scenery would be most welcomed.

So here you are now: sneaking out and quietly walking towards your favorite ice rink. Your skates were in your backpack in between a lot of your shirts to prevent them from making noises while you were moving. You had an easy plan: watch out for cops, get to the rink a few blocks away, enter through the broken back door, skate for a few hours and then return before morning. Easier said then done. Every step that you took made you more nervous. You were scared of walking alone in the dark but it was more terrifying every time you passed by a streetlight; you were afraid of being seen. At some point you started running, but you don’t remember when. Just that suddenly the wind was stronger, the shops were behind you in seconds and the back entrance to the ice rink was just in front of you. You made it.

As silently as you could, you opened the door that was never closed, city lockdown or whatever, and made your way inside. As the rink was shut down, you expected that there was no one else around. You made your way to the benches and sat down, getting out your skates and taking out your sneakers. It was pretty difficult to tie your laces with the sanitary gloves still on so you took them off, doing the same with your mask. There hasn’t been anyone here in weeks, so you had deemed it safe enough to give up your safety ‘equipment’.

After you were done you waddled over to the rink. Taking a big breath, you stepped forward on the ice. Ok, it has been a while. You immediately fell. You would have never called yourself a pro at ice skating, but you were decent; your ass hasn’t touched the cold surface since you were 8. 12 years ago. You blame it all on the fact that you haven’t been here lately and quietly get up. You just have to get used to it again, even if that means that you’ll be here longer than you intended to. At least you’ll exercise and get tired; maybe now you will get to actually sleep at night, because laying around in your bed 24/7 certainly doesn’t help your new developed insomnia.

Starting with baby steps, you skated around the fence, working on your balance and slowly familiarizing yourself again with the smooth surface. After 2-3 laps you started speeding up and even go deeper into the rink, towards the center. You finally dared to look away from your feet and your look wandered around the wide room. There was nothing interesting to see per se; some blue colored seats for when professionals have shows, the changing area, the tall handsome boy staring at you, a booth for the occasional DJs, in the corner some- Wait. Who was that?

The stranger’s appearance totally ruined your concentration and you lost balance, falling for the second time since you got there.

‘That’s your second fall in 15 minutes. You chose a pretty bad time to learn how to ice skate.’

Great, now he’s even speaking.Didn’t he realize that it was his fault? If it weren’t for his creepy staring you’d still be on your feet now. He could at least apologize instead of being a smart-ass.

‘I’ve been skating since I was little, not that it’s any of business. And I’d be just fine right now if I wouldn’t have been startled by you, weirdo. What normal human watches people from the shadows anyway?’

‘ I wasn’t watching you from the shadows. You turned on all the lights when you came here, so I’m kinda easy to spot. Not my fault you had to watch your clumsy feet until now.’

He was wearing a smug look the whole time he spent talking to you and it made you want to tie him to a chair and eat his favorite dessert in front of him. You weren’t a violent person so this was your ultimate form of torture. Your brother knows best how painful it is…

What made the situation even worse was the fact that he was mostly right. If only you paid more attention to your surroundings, let’s just say that your life would be a lot easier.

‘Can I join you?’

Could he? You didn’t know. You didn’t know this guy, you found him weird, but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind the company. You missed this type of hanging out.

‘Sure. But only if you skate too. You could seriously damage your eyes if you stare that much. What’s your name? I’m y/n.’

‘Hyunjin’

He said nothing more and started walking towards the benches. You skated closer to that area and let your upper body rest on the fence as you quietly watched him change his shoes.

To say Hyunjin was surprised to see you here was an understatement. This place was supposed to be empty. He wanted to be alone here. Or in other words, he wanted to pass by undetected.

He lived alone. Had a one-room flat just two blocks away from the rink. He wasn’t known for respecting the law; he was far from it. After being cut off by his parents at 17 and literally thrown out, he had it really bad. Lived on the street for a few months, had to steal money and food to survive. Learned how to fight after being attacked by other people who were homeless. And all that just because he wanted to pursue dancing and not follow in his father’s footsteps; he was born to do art, not deals and business shit.

When he was 19, his younger brother, Jeongin found him. He said he’s been ‘’searching for him all over town ever since he left.’’ But he was just impossible to find. Until now. Jeongin never agreed with their parents’ methods or ways of living. But he had to suck it up as he had no other passion to follow, like his brother. The younger brother used his savings and bought Hyunjin a decent one-room in a quiet district of the city. The only pay-back that he wanted was to see his older brother doing well.

Shortly after that, Hyunjin got a job at a retail store and got a scholarship for a dance academy. He started living a normal life. Well, almost normal. As old habits die hard, he still found himself in trouble pretty often. Nothing that bad that could affect his spot at the academy though. He was careful.

Now, as the city was on lockdown, the shop that he was working at was closed and his only source of income was again his little bro. An Angel, really. Hyunjin owed his life to him and he made sure that Jeongin knew how grateful he was.

In the beginning, it was fun. No work, no worries. He would order take-out, eat, sleep, dance, watch dog videos on youtube and that’s that. But this lifestyle wasn’t for him. He wanted to go out, do stuff. It didn’t take him too long to decide. World epidemic or not, he was going out.

He found his skates while he was doing a mental breakdown cleaning around the house and now they were staring at him expectantly. Skating. That’s it. There was an ice rink just a few blocks away from him. If he was careful he could make it there in no time, feel the thrill of doing something he shouldn’t be doing and be back without anyone noticing it. It was already getting dark.

Reaching the rink was easy. Too easy. A small part of him wanted to be caught so he could run from the authorities again. It was always fun, doing that. But he’ll have to settle for breaking in. He found the old broken lock by the back door and easily entered the building. Except, it wasn’t the empty building he expected. The lights were on. Weird. Maybe those idiots who worked here forgot to turn them off when they shut down the place. But no, that wasn’t it. Someone else was there; he could hear them.

After he reached the main entrance, he was able to spot her. It was a girl, around his age or younger. She had ice skates on and was trying to get from the changing benches to the ice. It was a funny sight. It got even better though, when she fell as soon as her skate touched the ice. Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from laughing out loud. But not even his hand was able to stop his giggles.

The girl got up and tried again, sticking to the edge of the rink, where it was safer. To Hyunjin’s surprise, she got better in no time and was perfectly skating towards the center.

That’s when they made eye contact and two things happened at once. Hyunjin’s instincts kicked in and he got ready to dash out of there. But at the same time, the girl fell again and he couldn’t help but laugh loud this time. Nothing bad could happen if he stays, right?

‘’It sure does take you a lot of time to put some skates on, doesn’t it?’

‘Shut up, I’m almost done.’ and he was done; with the first skate.

‘Are you always this annoying or does it only happen at midnight?’

‘It’s barely 11 pm, what’s your point?’

To say you were completely annoyed was an understatement. You were fuming. Not only was this Hyunjin guy a total jerk for laughing at your falls, but he was also a complete pain in the ass in a conversation. Now you were thinking that you would’ve been better off at home watching netflix.

But you couldn’t leave now, you came here to skate and that’s what you’ll do. Annoying hot stranger or not.

‘I’m done. Now let me show you how to skate properly, darling.’

Hyunjin got up and made his way to the rink. He was such a sight to see: light blue skates, decorated with numerous cute stickers. He was walking confidently, almost as if he was a bad boy entering his first scene in a 90’s movie. You could only stare at his back but you wondered what his expression was like right now. You guessed it was one you’d be overjoyed to wipe off.

When he reached the ice, he stepped on in like he was a world champion or something. Everything about his body language indicated showed that he wasn’t hesitating at all and he was 100% sure of himself.

That made it a lot funnier when, after 10 seconds, he slipped and had to catch the fence to prevent his fall. Take that from karma, Mr. Hyunjin.

‘Ok, I swear there was something on the ice. I didn’t just slip.’

You wanted to reply with something petty but you couldn’t stop laughing. His face was priceless, though you would pay 1000 fines for leaving the quarantine to see it again. You were struggling to breathe when he joined you and started laughing too. He couldn’t help it, your laugh was adorable and contagious. And he had to admit that despite his hurt ego, the situation was pretty funny.

Your laugh turned into giggles when your tummy started literally hurting. Instead, you watched Hyunjin laugh. Where did that bad boy go? Because laughing in front of you now was a 5 year old. His eyes were closed, and mouth wide open, his face radiating pure joy. He was clutching his abdomen while leaning a bit forward and taking short breaths in between giggles. And the sound, you swore his voice got higher. Were you allowed to hear this? You were listening to an Angel laugh.

When he calmed down, he squinted his Toothless-like eyes at you.

‘What are you laughing at? I didn’t even fall.’

‘You were still pretty funny though.’

You skated towards him and right in his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring him. He was good-looking. He had dark brown eyes, sharp but still gentle. His face had great proportions. He could definitely be a model or the main lead in a drama. His raven locks were held back by his snapback, letting his eyebrows show off. Even these were perfectly even and cleanly trimmed. It would be a crime to cover that face up with a mask. Which brings you to the next question:

‘Where’s your mask? If you were going to sneak out during a world pandemic, shouldn’t you at least try to protect yourself? Or is that completely against your bad boy principles?’

‘I don’t have any bad boy principles, that’s not how it works. And besides, I’ve just ran out of masks and gloves and stuff like that. I didn’t panic bought an entire supply.’

You wanted to laugh at his misery, but he was right. People were panic buying everything that they could get their hands on and they didn’t think about the others. Human race could totally go extinct during a time like this and it wouldn’t even be the apocalypse’s fault. People would end themselves just by being selfish and cruel.

‘And besides,’ he continued ‘ I didn’t expect any company. Not that I mind it’, he added, sending you a flirtatious wink. Yikes.

You said nothing more, just made a disgusted face and skated forward. Hyunjin giggled and followed your lead.

You two skated in silence, only breaking it to bicker once in a while when one of you made fun of the other for slipping. It was… strangely comforting, having Hyunjin here with you. He was a pain in the ass, but even as he made fun of you, he helped you get back up after you’ve fallen for the third time; and he also checked up on you to see if you were okay. After he was done laughing, that is. You were almost glad that he turned out to have the same idea as you had.

You were in the middle of a single legged jump- which you were doing because you wanted to and by no means just to prove a point to Hyunjin- when you heard it. You, of course, fell again. But that didn’t matter right now and none of you laughed. Instead, you shared worried looks. Police sirens. And they sounded pretty close. Hyunjin was the one who spoke first.

‘They couldn’t be after us, right? I mean, no one knows that we’re here. We have nothing to worry about.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably found someone breaking into a shop or something.’

But even as these words were leaving your lips, your minds knew that there was a slight possibility that you could be in trouble. Big trouble. You quickly got up and on your feet again and skated towards the exit. Hyunjin once again followed you and now you were both changing into your normal shoes again. This time, Hyunjin was fast as heck. He was already done and picking up both your backpacks while you were trying to put on your second converse. Fucking double knotted laces. You had to untie them, then put your foot in and still lace them. You barely had time to put the converse on when you heard the front door of the ink opening and numerous footsteps. You realized you could no longer hear the sirens.

‘Leave it like that, we have to go now.’

Hyunjin helped you up and urged you to run with him. If you could make it back to the back door you’d be safe. You just had to run fast enough and as soundlessly as you could manage.

‘Hello? Is anyone here? Officer Kim Namjoon from local police. Please come out now.’

You froze in your steps making Hyunjin stop too. You were scared. You were never a ‘good girl’, you’ve had your fair of mischief in your life, but this was something else. You couldn’t keep your hands from shaking and your breathing was erratic. Suddenly, Hyunjin was just in front of you.

‘We need to keep moving, we have to hide. Come on.’

‘Hide? No, what do you mean hide? Are you crazy? We have to get out, have to get to the back entrance.’

‘y/n, listen to me. I’ve been in this situation before. There is someone waiting at the back for sure. We’ll run straight into them if we do that.’ although he was not practically whispering, he still kept his voice on a low and soothing tone; he wanted you to calm down and follow his lead. ‘We are going to run towards one of the other rinks and hide under them. The rinks here have a tiny space underneath, for storing the ice equipment. If we can get there and hide until they leave, we’ll be safe. Just trust me on this one, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.’

Your mind cleared up a little while hearing Hyunjin talk. You didn’t have the time to talk back or come up with something better so you just agreed with him.

Hyunin took your hand in his, tightened his grip on your bags and started running again. You took a few corners and reached a dark part of the rink, which wasn’t illuminated by the main lights. As you kept running in the dark you held his hand tighter. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure the adrenaline would kill you. All you could do now was run blindly behind Hyunjin. Still somehow, you trusted him. You felt safe right now, despite your body telling you you shouldn’t. Your mind was calm.

Hyunjin pulled you into an even darker room, using his phone’s flashlight to see the way. Once you two reached the rink, he guided you towards the space underneath it. You weren’t sure two people could fit here. It was so narrow. Hyunjin motioned for you to go under first and you did.

‘y/n, sweetie, listen to me now. I’ll have to be on you to hide, since there’s no space left. If something happens, I’ll go out and give myself up. But if I do that, I want you to stay here and not make a sound until the coast is clear and you can go home.’

You couldn’t see his face, but you felt that he was dead serious.

‘You can’t do that, I can just-’

‘I can and I will. Jeez, you have a big mouth. There’s no point in both of us going down. Listen, we don’t have time for this. I’ll just hide too now and I’ll use the backpacks to cover up.’

You were forever grateful to whatever force made both of you choose black bags tonight. Or was it that he only owned this color? He didn’t really seem like a Frozen-bag type of guy. But then again, you knew nothing about him.

While you were busy overthinking backpack colors, Hyunjin made his way over. He was standing in a push-up position, basically making a plank above you.

You remembered when Jisung, Chan’s nerdy best friend came over to work out at home with your brother. You had nothing better to do, so you sat on the couch to watch them with a pringles can in your hands.

Jisung was 3 years younger than Chan. They met through video gaming and had been best friends for over 5 years. He was a little bit taller than Chan, but slimmer. You felt like you fell into an alternate universe when you saw Jisung taking off his glasses and using your hair tie to make a man bun out of his fluffy orange hair. Was he always this hot? When he took his hoodie off, you almost chocked on the chips. Boy had guns. Jisungie, who would usually rock large hoodies and big t-shirts was now standing in your living room in a sleeveless shirt. Looking fine as hell. You were still imagining things he’d do to you with those arms while the boys were warming up.

If Chan knew what was going on in your head now, he’d kill you. And Jisung too. Protective instincts of an older brother or something like that. But the show was only beginning. The boys did a few lifts with Chan’s weights, playfully spared with each other and were now doing planks. Just watching Jisung stand in that position had your mind filling with dangerous thoughts. You imagine how his neck veins would look like from up close. Moreover, from under him. You imagined yourself slowly tracing them with your finger before lifting your head and kissing the invisible path you just drew. You’d stop just beneath his Adam’s apple and suck hard, marking him up. You wondered if he was a moaner or if he’d just gasp, tightening his grip on your hips. And then he’d lean forward and-

‘I’m not even touching you and you’re blushing like hell. What? First time being this close to a hot guy?’

Oh, right. Hyunjin was still above you, and the light from his phone was still on. He quickly turned it off though, when footsteps started getting too close.

‘Believe me, I’ve definitely been closer to a guy than this. I-’

‘I didn’t say to any guy. I said closer to a hot guy. Like me.’

‘Idiot, I was going to say that I can’t really breathe, I feel suffocated.’

That wasn’t the reason, but Hyunjin didn’t have to know that. What were you supposed to say? That you tried to get your mind off of him by thinking about another hot guy? Yeah, right. That’ll just feed his ego. And it was well fed already. But you didn’t exactly lie. You had some trouble with getting enough oxygen in your lungs. You took deep breaths, but you still felt like there was no air that you could breathe in.

‘It’s okay. It’s normal to feel like this.’ you felt him shift his weight, lifting himself higher to give you space; his arms were starting to shake. ‘But just know this: I’m here with you. And we’ll both be out in no time. Can you do something for me?’

You nodded slowly, already feeling better.

‘Close your eyes-’

‘Hyunjin, I can’t see anyway.’

‘Just close them. It’ll help, I promise. Now, imagine you’re outside. You’re somewhere far, in the countryside. There’s green everywhere and no other human. You only see trees, flowers and bees flying around. You breathe. The breeze is a little cold, but you embrace it. You are calm and everything is at peace. Now, breathe again.’

It was working. You were not completely relaxed yet, but it was easier to breathe now. When you opened your eyes, everything was pitch black; the oposite of your surroundings in the world that Hyunjin created in your mind.

The officers’ steps were getting louder and lounder; they were here. First you saw the light from their flashlights and then their boots stopping just outside the room. This was it. You were either gonna get away for good or you were going to get caught.

In the tiniest voice, so low that Hyunjin would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so close to you, you asked him to hold your hand.

‘Are you crazy? How am I going to hold myself up with just one hand?’

‘Just lean on me, you can’t be that heavy. Please, just hold my fucking hand or I’ll start panic crying right now and we’ll get caught.’

‘Fine. But don’t complain to me if you get crushed. And please just shut up, I think they’re gonna enter here soon.’

Hyunjin slowly put his elbow down on the floor right next to your head. His other hand slowly reached yours and pulled them both up to rest between your chests. His hand was slightly sweaty, just like yours. His face was so much closer now; you could feel his warm breath against you, and if you squinted a little bit, you could see his eyes. They were staring right into yours and you felt intimidated. If you could see his eyes, he could also see yours, couldn’t he?

Hyunjin had a boner. He didn’t mean to pop one right now and he wanted to die. But the rush of running away and your warm body just under him; your eyes, so scared but so full of trust. You trusted him. You were hiding quietly underneath him, so pliant and vulnerable. He tried his best to hide it and was praying every two seconds that you wouldn’t feel it. Thank god he was not wearing sweatpants today.

‘ Let’s check in here too. I’ll take the right, you search the left, Seok.’

Their voices were more than murmurs now. As they walked around the ice rink, you held your breath and tightened your hold around Hyunjin’s hand.He gently squeezed it back, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

One of the police guys got close to you. He stopped right next to your hideout. When you felt him crouching down you let out a small gasp, Hyunjin’s hand immediately letting go of yours and covering your mouth. His eyes were still fixated on you, with a stricter but still gentle look; he was silently telling you to keep your eyes on his. Don’t look away.

The one sitting on one knee right by your heads called his partner over. Once he arrived, he spoke.

‘Is that a backpack? What’s it doing here? Should I check it out?’

The other one seemed to be thinking hard as nothing else could be heard for a few seconds. You were fully panicking now, that was it. They were going to pick up the bags and find you. Then, they’ll be throwing you in jail and your mom would flip out and never allow you outside ever again.

‘Don’t touch it. We don’t know who left it here; I’m the only one with gloves and they ripped when I tried to open the front door. I’m not gonna risk it just for a bag, Hoseok.’

‘Got it, Joon. Found anything here?’

‘No. I think they already ran away, whoever they were. They did nothing too bad, if you look at the main rink, looks like they were only here to skate. No harm done. We’ll tell the rink’s security guard that we couldn’t find them. Let’s just leave.’

‘Whatever you say. I just wish I could gather all those who run out of isolation and give them a piece of my mind.’

‘You know you’re too much of a sweetheart to say something mean.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I could always throw rocks at them though.’

The deep-voiced one, Namjoon chuckled. There was a sound like he was patting Hoseok on the back and then they left.

Hyunjin was mesmerized. You were still staring helplessly at him, still muted by his large hand. You looked so good, he only wanted to ruin you. That cute sound you made right before he silenced you, he wanted to hear it again. Louder and caused by him this time.

He hesitantly removed his hand, now bringing it down to rest on both of his elbows above you without breaking eye contact. Were you too thinking about the same thing? He wanted to kiss you so bad. He slowly leaned in, giving you time to stop him.

That’s exactly what you did though, pushing on his chest to keep him away from you.

‘Eww, don’t kiss me, that’s so unhygienic. What if you’re sick but don’t know it yet?’

‘Don’t you think it’s a little bit late to think about that now? I just had my hand on your mouth. You prefer it like that? Cause I don’t mind, you do seem like the noisy type’

‘Just get off of me, you self-centered weirdo.’

‘If you didn’t want to kiss me you should’ve just said so.’

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Hyunjin was…embarrassed? No, there’s no way. But on a closer look, his cheeks were pretty pink and his lip was being chewd off by his teeth; plus, he was avoiding your eyes like the plague. Ironic.

‘I never said I don’t want to. It was just not the moment. We should really go home now, that was a close call.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. Don’t know what came over me. I just- I really wanted to kiss you. But I’ll ask for consent next time.’

Next time. Will there be a next time? You wanted to see him again, that’s for sure. You suddenly began thinking… did you really want to go home? You were pretty sure you could use a bigger change of scenery. Hyunjin turned on his phone light again and pointed it at you. You grinned while handing him his backpack.

‘Say, do you have any roommates?’

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Harry Warden x female reader Summary: It's the 60's baby ~

You were just a normal person, nothing particularly special about you. You went about your daily life, without much of a care. In fact, you felt a bit disconnected from reality, but continued to do your work diligently. So, why you?

It was early February, the cooled air still felt a bit brisk, sending a shiver down your arms, feeling the hairs rise beneath. You pulled your cardigan closer; you got cold easily. As you were walking down to your neighbors house before your scheduled shift at your job, you overheard some older ladies standing near their mailboxes, gossiping or some such.

It caught your attention that there was a mine accident in one of the towns nearby. It was rare, but not unusual. The hazards of working in a mine were very well known. Silently, you hoped everyone turned out to be uninjured and managed to be rescued safely. It may have been a fruitless wish, but you wished it, nonetheless.

You kept walking. It wasn't much of your concern. It was business as usual that day, nothing out of the ordinary. Valentine's day was upon the town, but you had no plans. Nobody was interested in you, nor did anybody from the small town you grew up in interest you. You talked about this with your friend while you assisted them for their date.

You thought of how nice it would be to move away somewhere else, to escape from the same old stale scenery you'd grown accustomed to. You worked as a waitress in one of the three diners in the town, every face you saw, you saw every day. You knew what they would order and how they preferred it.

It was incredibly boring.

Usually, you'd have left work before dusk, but you were chosen to settle in with the last of the hourly shift. Your coworkers had plans for their special love interests, dolled up and ready for their beautiful, romantic Valentine's evenings.

Fortunately, that meant everyone was busy with their plans, so the rest of your shift was you occupying an empty store. You enjoyed the silence. That is, you were, until a few men in business attire entered, bantering and laughing with one another upon entry.

Strangely, you didn't recognize any of them at all. They were fresh faces. You put on your best charming smile and welcomed them. They sat and ordered some sweets and black coffees.

As you prepared their items for them, you sorta listened in on their conversation. You couldn't deny that you were curious of these strangers. One of them mentioned the mine from the other town as you brought them their coffees. Not quite what you were interested in hearing, your shoulders sagging a bit.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You nodded, returning to behind the counter.

"Couldn't believe it, they tried to blame me for the accident. Are they insane? How could it be my fault? Had to get out of the town, it was driving me nuts." The man tsk'd as his fellows laughed at his frustrations.

They went on to mention that while rescue was in attempt at this very moment, they hadn't found anybody at all. That was very unfortunate. It brought down your mood a little bit, knowing that there were people trapped in tunnels underground, probably scared, without food or water... or worse, stuck in the pitch black darkness. How horrific.

With a small, quiet sigh thorough your nose, you brought the gentlemen their sweets they requested, mentioning to them that your diner would be closing soon. They acknowledged it and didn't overstay their welcome.

After you closed, you set off for your journey on foot back to your home. Your house was about a mile outside of the town. It was your family home, left to you by your deceased parents. You had no siblings nor much of any connection to family members from either side of the family. You preferred to be left alone.

The money you made was only just enough to keep the place together and to have a roof over your head. You figured someday you'd try to get an automobile after saving up, if you could manage it. It'd be a while before then.

The moon was bright as you wrapped your arms around yourself, to ward off the chill of the cold air. As you arrived to your front porch, you noticed something a little unusual. It looked as if your front door were open, just a tad.

Your brow furrowed as you took a quick glance behind you, then surveying your immediate surroundings. It was silent. Surely you couldn't have forgotten to close the door when you left. Your eyebrows rose. Y'know, you might have forgotten. Sometimes your head floats away into the clouds.

You entered your domicile, closing and locking the door, for sure, behind you this time. It was a cozy home, everything within mostly left untouched from your childhood. Rather dated, but still homely.

You felt like you would enjoy some tea to warm your bones, so you went into your kitchen to prepare some for yourself in a kettle. Leaving it to boil, you ascended the staircase toward your bedroom, where you stopped dead in your tracks at the top.

You closed your bedroom door. You always closed your bedroom door because there was a cold draft in the upper part of the house and you didn't like it being so cold in your room. Yet, the door was slightly ajar. The hairs on your neck rose with a strange feeling coiling around inside of your stomach.

Your home had nothing of value in it, nothing that a burglar would covet enough to steal from you. The worst of your thoughts were pinned on the idea of a pervert or serial rapist. The closest immediate object for protection available to you was an umbrella.

You frowned, very deeply.

There was a vase on the stand in the hallway where you stood. Your mother adored it. You adored staying alive, so you picked up the vase and slowly tip-toed toward your bedroom.

Instantly, you froze, once you heard a bit of rummaging. Oh my god, you thought, there's actually someone in there... Dread washed over you, but you wanted to defend your home from creepy perverts. You were the only one you had to protect yourself. You could smash their head in with a vase. No problem, right? ...Right?

With a big inhale, you kicked your door open, frantically flipping the light switch after the fact. The sight before your eyes was the very last thing you'd have ever expected to see as the light flooded the contents on the room. You dropped the vase.

It was a man. A man with a miners type of outfit slathered in dirt and grime, a gas mask covering the entirety of his skull. And there was blood, splattered in random patterns upon it. He was attempting to open your window when you burst in, his back slightly turned to you. Two pitch black circular holes met with your frozen position as his mask turned in your direction, neither of you moving.

Downstairs, you heard the tea kettle whistling for your attention and all you could do is blink. You'd never been so afraid in your life, your soles firmly planted right where you were, your lips agape in abject horror.

"I- I need... to..." you sputtered stupidly, your mind broken as you turned away from this someone, this stranger in your house, in your bedroom, who might actually kill you, and you're damn near sprinting down the stairs as fast as you never thought you could.

What am I doing?! you thought as you grabbed your own face with your hands, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. I should be calling the authorities! Finally you seemed to get a grasp on the situation and grabbed your telephone on your kitchen table, sliding into one of the chairs. As you were mid-dial, a gloved hand pushed down on the receiver.

Towering over you was the man, again, staring down at you, unmoving.

"Don't do that."

You're suspended in absolute horror and all you can do is swiftly nod, withdrawing your hand quickly from the phone to hold it against your chest, which was rapidly moving with each breath. How did you not notice he came downstairs?

You wanted to speak, you wanted to ask what he wanted, why he was in your house, but your throat was closed. You were so scared that he would hurt you, or molest you, dismember you, torture you, or kill you. Slowly, the masked man bent down onto one knee to be more at level with you as you were trembling like a leaf caught in the breeze.

"Don't cause any trouble for me. Nod if you understand."

You nod.

"Good. Didn't realize this home was occupied, looked kind of old. I need to stay here for the night. Nod if you understand." His voice was muffled, but gruff and deep in tone, causing another spike of fear within you.

You nod again. Why in the hell did he need to hide in your house? Was he a criminal? He was wearing a miners type of outfit, or so it seemed, you weren't overly familiar with the appearance of one. He rose to his full height with a sharp inhale. It seemed like he wouldn't harm you as long as you cooperated with his demands. You hoped that it wouldn't extend further than this.

His mask tilted as he watched you watching him. You had no idea what to do, feeling your mind bending and cracking to try and cope with the situation.

"W- W- Wou- W-" you began, but you couldn't get the sentence to exit from your lips at all, sucking in breath to try and ease your panicked body. A noise that sounded like a sharp exhale through the nose came from the mask, somewhat resembling a snort.

The man took the slightest step toward you and you immediately cowered, flinching your eyes shut as you turned away. God, just please go away... you thought, please don't hurt me.

You remained like that for a few seconds, hearing only silence around you, turning very slowly as your eyes found themselves drawn toward the masked man again, whom was unmoved from where he stood. You blinked, tears pooling around your lower lids despite you attempting to will them to go away.

If he wasn't trying to hurt you, perhaps he pitied you for being so pathetic.

Shuffling your gaze around, you sniffled a bit, rising from your kitchen chair in very slow, very deliberate movements while the man continued to just stare at you.

You wouldn't turn your back to him at all as you moved toward your tea kettle, stopping when you were standing in front of it. His mask followed your general direction as you went. Your chest rose and fell with your panic. You took a deep breath in. Exhale.

"W- ... Would you... like some t- tea...?" you hoarsely asked in the tiniest of whispers, your hands finding their way to clasp one another over your heart, thudding so harshly against your ribs.

The man did not move, at all. You hoped he heard you so you wouldn't have to repeat yourself, your stare trained on him and only him. Nothing happened for a moment.

And then, he nodded.

"O- Okay."

You really did not want to turn your back to this man, in fear that he would strike you down as soon as you did, take your life and then steal your home to turn into his base for criminal activities. Tears pricked at your eyes once more as you turned toward the kettle on the stove. The warmth granted the ghost of relief. As you prepared the cups of tea, your hands refused to stop shaking, causing the glasses to clink together every so often.

Nothing happened between then and you facing him again.

You turned toward him, unsure if you'd even be able to bring it to him without spilling it or dropping it on the floor. Trying your best to keep a strong grip on the cups, you went toward the table, placing both of the cups down across from one another on the surface with haste.

You took your seat, using every ounce of your willpower to one, not cry, and two, not stare at this terrifying man intruding in your house.

The man entered your view as he sat across from you. For several moments, he only sat there, seemingly watching you as you sipped your own tea. Silently, you wondered if maybe he actually didn't want to show his face to you. A criminal would think like that, right...? You weren't sure. You cleared your throat, gently.

"Um... Do you... want me to look away...?"

You weren't sure why you were even bothering to ask, but you wanted to play this as safely as possible to get out of this situation unscathed and this felt like the best option. The man didn't respond, for several more moments, causing you to squirm a bit under his seeming scrutiny.

"...No," he finally answered, his gloved hands removing the helmet, then after, pulling the gas mask off of his head from the back. He set it down on the table as he twisted the hose connected to it from the nozzle, letting the other half fall free to his side.

Genuinely, you were surprised at his appearance. He certainly wasn't what you had expected, though you were kind of expecting a monster, in all honesty. He looked far more human than what your wild imagination conjured, a bit lengthy dark curly locks, even darker eyes, which weren't looking at you, but down at the cup of tea you had offered him.

Pinching the tip of his finger, his eyes dark as the night sky suddenly met yours as you were surveying him, pulling the glove off slowly, before doing the same the other. This time, his gaze did not break away until he removed both gloves and set them down on top of his mask.

He picked up the little cup and sipped the tea.

"It's good," he commented, the tip of his tongue running over his top lip to catch a bit that had lingered there.

You felt, somehow, the tiniest bit of ease now that he had removed his gear from his person. With the mask, he looked much more terrifying. Or so you had thought for just a moment, until you found his piercing gaze glued to your eyes, nonstop.

His eyes made him look like a feral animal. Ink black. A predator.

You sucked in air audibly, your eyes widening just slightly when you saw one corner of his mouth rise at the noise you just made, that gaze never wavering from your eyes, not for a second. Like a coyote within reach of a delicious piece of meat.

You felt your stomach drop to the center of the earth.

You wanted to run, so badly, and never look back, start over somewhere else. Everything about this felt like a mistake, as if you were being played into the devils hands, being lured willingly to your own demise.

You could feel your breath cooling your lips as you breathed in and out of the gap shallowly, the anxiety making your entire body feel like it was tightly coiling inside of itself, collapsing like a dying star.

And he was smiling, just slightly. At you. This man was not right in the head and this realization was hitting you harder and harder. You were damn-near in tears, visibly trembling out of sheer panic and it seemed that sight of it brought him joy, after he had broke into your home, causing you terror. Was he... enjoying it...?

"W- Wh- Wh- Who are...?" you sputtered without thinking and the man simply shook his head with slow, deliberate motion, causing you to stop then and there. You blinked, in silence, your lips opening and closing.

The tears were threatening to fall and you desperately didn't want it to happen. It would just show your weakness to this monster and you already looked like a pitiful little mess. You picked up your cup and sipped what was left of your tea, rising from your seat with all the strength you could muster with a small sniffle. Don't show him your tears, you thought.

As you were placing your cup into your sink, the man was behind you suddenly and without warning, as you were lost in your own racing thoughts. His arm went by your side, too close to you, as he placed the cup you offered him into the sink right on top of yours.

You froze, a gasp escaping you.

And you heard what almost sounded like a very faint, very pleased... vibration of noise come from him behind you, you weren't too sure, since your heartbeat was pounding so hard in your ears you couldn't think straight.

Every hair on your body stood on end when the man had leaned down close to your neck, too close, his lips close, much too close, to your ear, his breath gentle against it as he whispered, "My name is Harry."

He lingered there, for far too long. You could feel him breathing and you were too terrified to move at all, your lips quivering, your own breathing audibly shaking.

"But don't say it. Don't... say it."

He then backed away from you, returning to the seat he had claimed as his own at your kitchen table. The overflow began and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Wet streaks fell down your cheeks, one after another, blurring your vision as you stared into the sink where the cups lie on top of one another.

You felt so trapped. Your chest heaved and a sob erupted from you abruptly, your hands covering your nose and mouth to stop the shockwave, but it was too late. This wasn't your house anymore, it was the den of a creature hellbent on tasting your blood and gnawing on the shreds of your suffering until the bitter end. That's how it felt. That this man was your death, awaiting for you and only you.

Harry calmly stared at you as you sobbed over the sink, unable to keep a grip on yourself any longer. You had tried to, oh you had tried. You tried so hard to stay strong.

"Do you want a hug?"

You choked on your own gulp of air, your head whipping to this man with the most incredulous expression on your tear-stained face. A flicker of a smile ghosted around Harry's mouth, but it never manifested.

"Just kidding," he said, leaning back in the chair, finally, his gaze settling elsewhere.

Your eyes narrowed, but somehow... You felt your tears subside just a little bit. That sinister aura didn't feel as thick and all-consuming as it had a moment ago. He wasn't a monster, just a man. Probably a criminal... or a serial killer. But just another human being. You felt a bit more calm. Only a little.

You looked away, a question prodding at your tongue and you wanted to know if he would tell the truth. He probably wouldn't. Why would he? Harry probably wasn't even his real name. You allowed your momentary calmness fuel your strength.

"Are you... W- Were you... planning to kill me...?"

Harry seemed thoughtful about your question, though not surprised by it. You wondered if he was considering lying to you so that you'll keep cooperating without any issues arising. If it were you, you would lie. You felt sick. You were dreading what his answer might be even though you were the one who asked so blatantly.

"No. Didn't think anyone lived here," he admitted, his eyes wandering around your kitchen, observing the olden items and decor of the last decade within your home.

"O- Oh.."

Your face flushed as you realized that it sounded as if you were slightly disappointed by his answer due to the tone of your reply, which was completely unintentional. You dared to glance his way and sure enough, his eyes were pinned directly on you now, one of his brows just slightly risen.

"N- Not like that!!" you defended with your hands, turning away from a grin that had formed on his lips. He chuckled lightly at your response, shaking his head just a bit.

"I might do anything if you ask me nicely," he teased, though, it was as if it were teasing between friends, but something about his gaze seemed just a little bit more soft toward you. There couldn't be a reason for it, because you were strangers. And your interactions have only lasted for an hour at most.

"Then... Then... may I...?" you persisted in a quiet but hopeful voice with a step toward him, testing the waters of his offer, even though you knew it wasn't serious, you wanted to know if you could just straight up ask him to leave without hurting you or worse. If he would listen to you.

He seemed curious, but also cautious. His demeanor bristled slightly, but his posture remained mostly relaxed. "Depends on what it is."

Your eyes went downcast, feeling that the answer to your plea would be instantly rejected. You just wanted your home back, to be alone, to feel safe in your own house. That wasn't possible with his presence. Your lips tightened and you inhaled a breath as you steadied yourself to meet his gaze.

"Would you help me get some of my blankets down from the closet upstairs? You're... taller, so..." you mumbled, fumbling with the hem of your shirt where your eyes ended up looking.

Harry seemed taken aback by your request. Clearly, it wasn't what he had expected, though, what he had expected was probably true. It was just that you couldn't say the words out loud.

"Ah... Alright," he accepted, standing from his seat.

You walked past him, heading toward the staircase and he followed behind. As you reached the closet after opening it, you turned toward him, the closet light giving you a much clearer view of the features defining his face. He was actually somewhat handsome and you found your cheeks burning to your horror and chagrin, instantly looking downward before moving out of his way. You hoped he didn't notice.

He did.

The extra quilts and blankets were gathered from the upper shelves, bundled in his arms and he faced you, waiting for your directions.

"There's a couch downstairs," you said as you took a few steps to descend the staircase, looking back for a moment to see Harry still in front of the closet.

"Your bed," he responded simply.

"My... bed?" you repeated with risen brows, suspicious feelings swirling about in a vortex that gave you a bit of nausea. He couldn't be implying that he wanted to sleep in your bed while you were the one to sleep on the couch?!

Some kind of smirk crossed his features as he turned to your bedroom door, gently nudging it open with his boot. Before you could even get a word of protest in, he had already invited himself in, the bundle of fabrics now rested on your bedside.

Harry motioned for you to join him with beckoning fingers, you, feeling sickness in the deepest pit of your stomach, preying silently to any such beings if they even existed to please protect you from this might-be monster. You were shaking again, timidly entering what used to be your safe haven to hide from the world.

"W- Why...?" you asked before you could stop yourself, your lip quivering as your arms wrapped around yourself to try and bring yourself some comfort.

"Go on." He gestured to the covers, peeling them from their respective corners until there was space for you to slide beneath them. This time he wouldn't answer your question and you were too afraid to ask again. In fact, you were almost too afraid to even move, afraid that you were willingly slipping into your shackles of death. Or worse.

You hesitated, but he waited.

Slowly, despite still being in your basic work clothes, you obeyed and sat at the edge of your bed, maneuvering your body beneath the covers after kicking your shoes off. Harry tucked you in until you were all snug. You grimace, hoping with all your might that he doesn't try to sleep in your bed. You wished he would just go away so you could at least put on your pajamas. The fact that he was actually forcing you to go to bed made you feel angry, but your fear had your brain too overloaded to act out on it.

"Comfy?" he asked in an unusually gentle tone as he grabbed the edge of one of the extra blankets, draping that one over you as well despite there already being two upon you.

You hated that you wanted to keep asking why, why, why, to every single thing that he did. You hated it even more than despite asking, you weren't going to get an answer.

Harry leaned closer to your face, you shrinking back into your pillow. Your reaction kept him from going any nearer.

"Are you comfy?" he asked again, his tone even quieter than it had been before. You nodded feebly. Why was he such a weird person? Was he a killer? A rapist? A thief? You felt so confused and scared, it showed visibly on your facial expressions. Maybe sleep was the best option after all so that this nightmare would be over with faster.

He sat down next to you, his body touching yours with the barrier of blankets between you, but you could feel his weight on the edge of the bed, the warmth of it.

"Not gonna hurt you," he uttered aloud suddenly, his fingers intertwined with themselves, rested loosely on his lap. "Not unless you want me to."

Your eyes widened as you attempted to get your breathing under control, sharply inhaling through your nostrils when the words left his mouth. Not unless he wanted you to? Why the hell would you want him to? Is he insane?

"I- I don't want you to," you responded very quickly, a little too quickly, to which he chuckled somewhat heartily. It surprised you. He was definitely a weird person.

"I know," he said quietly, never once looking in your direction, only staring straight ahead through the maw of your open bedroom door. "...I know. So, I won't. No reason to. Thank you for your hospitality."

You wanted to snort at that. Hospitality? Forced to be kept as a hostage in your own home felt more accurate to you.

"...Well, your forced hospitality, that is," he continued with a slight chuckle, almost as if he read your very own thoughts. The fact that he laughed at your state of distress made you feel sick.

"I guess I should say, thank you for cooperating."

You weren't sure how to respond. You had not a clue what sort of person he was, or what his intentions were. He certainly wasn't going to relay that information to you. Or perhaps he would, if you asked nicely, you remembered...

"Um. Could I... change into my pajamas?" your question came out in a tiny voice, feeling humiliated with the fact that you were asking for permission, but also the fact that you were almost very sure that he wouldn't leave the room either to give you privacy.

"I did ask if you were comfy," he replied, not turning toward you, but his eyes were watching you now. You stayed silent, unsure of what that answer was supposed to mean. He was the one who forced you to get in the bed! He then stood up, taking a few steps before standing right outside of the doorframe, shutting the door behind him. You heard no further footsteps, so he was still standing there.

You were surprised that he granted you privacy and wasn't going to absolutely take advantage of you while making yourself even more vulnerable in front of him. A tiny bit of relief washed over you. You knew you weren't much to look at anyways, silently very thankful that you weren't super conventionally attractive. Or else he might have tried to take advantage of you already.

Without wasting time, you quickly went to your closet, grabbing an oversized shirt and some bottoms to switch into, throwing your work outfit into the closet. Usually you wouldn't wear so much to bed, but there was no way you were going to be in just your underwear, dangling bloodied meat in front of a circling shark. No way.

Sliding back under the covers, you settled into your cozy bed, feeling more relief especially with just being alone, for the moment, pretending it was an ordinary, normal night and there wasn't a serial killer right outside of your door.

He came back in, shattering your perfect shortlived fantasy. To the other side of your bed is where he stood this time, then, to your absolute horror, he began to undress. You turned over quickly to face away, your heart hammering away you almost thought he could probably actually hear it. You felt it in your ears as they burned.

The weight of your bed shifted, the feeling extremely unfamiliar, with the weight of someone else's body occupying the space right next to you. You had never slept next to anybody, nor had you ever slept with anybody. You'd never even kissed anyone. Your face felt overbearingly hot.

You were too afraid to speak.

Harry was shuffling around a bit, perhaps to make himself comfortable, but you felt something pressing against your back, down to your legs. It wasn't his body, you knew, as you peered over your shoulder for a second to see that he was using the extra blankets to build a barrier between the two of you. Your brows knit together, the confusions so overwhelming already.

He seemed rather calm and undisturbed, but both of those words felt inaccurate. Emotionless felt more correct to you.

"It's been so long. Please allow me to have this selfish comfort."

That was all he had said before he settled on his back next to you and you couldn't understand what he truly meant by it at all. The comfort of sleeping next to somebody? The comfort of a bed? What kind of life had he lived? You understood on some level that bed was definitely the most safe and comfortable place to be, but your space felt so invaded, so stifled. You had never shared it before.

A silence loomed between you and him for several long minutes, perhaps even longer, until you finally felt the courage to move around enough to turn off your lamp, darkness befalling the room. You heard Harry suck in his breath once the darkness engulfed you both, but then silence. There wasn't a chance that you would fall asleep. Not at all. The silence remained, but your mind was speeding through thoughts one after the next. So fast, that you had forgotten something.

"What happened to you, Harry...?" you whispered softly after several moments, unknowing if he had fallen asleep or if he lay awake just as you were. You hoped he was asleep. Though, you imagined he definitely wouldn't allow himself to do so until he knew for sure that you were first, which is why you spoke.

Your back was faced to him, but you felt his weight shifting around, something draped over your side on top of the blankets. His arm. A noiseless breath left you as you felt the blankets being pressed closer against your backside. You had become the little spoon.

Your face felt like it was on fire and your skin wasn't even touching one another, blankets covering everything in between. Your voice felt stuck in your throat.

Harry kept snuggling closer to you, despite the barriers between you both, almost clutching onto you. You could barely, just barely, feel his breath on the back of your head. He could smell the scent of your shampoo. The scent of you, your room, everything. It was driving you mad.

"I escaped," he uttered aloud, his hold on you growing more tight as your confusion swelled even more. "I was the only one who made it out alive. I was stuck down there, in the dark, for so long... so long..."

You had no idea what the hell he was talking about, your mind derailing in several different directions all at once. A man was holding you, something you'd never experienced aside from being hugged by your father, your heart on the verge of exploding in your chest and he wasn’t making any sense.

"I had no choice," he continued softly, his voice strained as he went on. "I had to do it... I thought I was going to die down there. I had to kill them. I had to... I had to eat..."

Your breath was audibly shaking now, your chest heaving and this strange man holding onto you even more tightly before it finally clicked in your mind, the vague words he was saying, admitting that he had killed another human, other humans. And he had eaten their flesh without any other choice, stuck in the dark deep underground.

"You were trapped in that mine accident," you whispered suddenly, the pieces finally coming together for you in your mind. He wasn't a serial killer, he was a man caught in an unfortunate accident, forced to survive in conditions not meant for any humans...

"I- I'm sorry..." you continued, unsure of what to do from this point on with this new realization.

Harry said nothing after that. He only clung to you as if it were his last life line connected to his sanity. You felt horrible for him. It wasn't that it made anything he was doing okay, breaking into your house, holding you hostage essentially, getting too close to you. But you couldn't imagine the horror of being trapped in a mine with no food, no water, no light... Lost and unsure if there would ever be a way to get out. Accepting that you may die alone, in the dark.

You thought you had felt true fear when you saw Harry for the first time in his actually very horrifying outfit. You realized then that he had seen, felt and done things that you didn't even have the capacity to imagine. You felt empathy for him. No wonder he was such a strange person... How could anybody be normal after such a traumatic event?

Even though the circumstances were unusual and terrifying, a feeling within you began to stir. You wanted to help this man. Despite that he was invading your personal space, he hadn't actually molested you nor did he attempt anything of the sort.

"Please tell me everything is okay," he pleaded quietly without warning, his voice hoarse as it cracked slightly, his face burrowing deeper into the pillows, thus closer to your neck. This poor man was losing his grip and you felt helpless to do anything to bring some ease.

"Everything... Everything is okay. Okay? It's okay. You're okay now," you complied with his request, trying your best to not sound so scared while you were speaking, but your voice still shook just a bit. Harry's body heaved suddenly, startling you, as he then clutched onto you, the blankets balled into his fists.

There were sometimes noises that came from him that you couldn't really identify. It kind of sounded as if he were crying, but you weren't sure.

He was.

He had no one. He had nothing. He was wanted for murder after he managed to escape from the collapsed mine. He did what he had to do in order to survive, during an accident that was no one's fault but the managers that oversaw the project to begin with and their carelessness. Yet, he was the one who was blamed. All he wanted was to be told that it would be okay. He just wanted to feel like someone understands, but everyone looked at him with evil eyes.

You were the only one he had come across that hadn't.

He held onto you. He cried into your backside, for how long, you had no idea. He was desperate for the feelings to come to an end. He would never be the man he was before. He could never return to the life he had before. "Harry" was only a cannibalistic murderer now. His identity was stripped from him when he emerged victorious in fighting tooth and nail for his very life.

Only overjoyed to breathe fresh air, to see the sunshine he thought he was never see again, while people he used to know as friends and coworkers leered down upon him like he was just some petty serial killer.

You had no idea.

Somehow, you eventually fell asleep, despite being in a situation you'd have never come up with in your wildest of dreams. The rays of the suns light filtered through your curtains as you began to return to the waking world. All you could see in your blurred vision were the specks of dust lazily floating around in front of the window.

An arm was still holding onto you, you realized. You attempted to not move too much, turning your head to see if Harry was awake. He wasn't. His side rose and fell gently with his slumber, still as close to you as he was in the hours of the night. He needed your comfort and you provided it, even despite the very unusual set of circumstances.

Under his eyelashes, his lower lids were raw and red, a bit of dampness still visible as darkened spots on the fabric of your pillowcase. How late had he remained awake? You imagined it may be hard for someone like him to sleep in the darkness due to what he had experienced. He may not have slept at all until the faintest of sunlight came through the window.

Your assumption was correct.

You waited for at least an hour, but Harry wouldn't budge. He never even stirred when you very gingerly moved his arm and slipped away from him. For a moment, you stood by the bedside, observing this man who slept in your bed. Gently, you moved the blankets to cover his shoulders. As you were closer to his face, you let your fingertips brush softly against a few locks of his hair that had stuck to his forehead during the night.

Harry woke many hours later, suddenly jerking upright when he realized that you were long gone. As he came into your view at the bottom of the staircase, you were preparing some sandwiches for lunch with cooked vegetables and such on them. No meat, as you decided that might be insensitive for someone like Harry to smell it cooking.

"Oh, good morning, Harry," you greeted him in the most normal way you could think of, your face immediately flushed as he was in nothing but his pants. Quickly, you put a plate down on your kitchen table with the offering of food. "Hungry?"

He looked completely stupefied with disheveled hair and obviously just woke up, blinking several times at you as you attempted to make some kind of genuine smile before you turned away from him, continuing to go ahead and begin making your own meal. The first sandwich was actually for yourself, but you hadn't expected to see him just yet, so you decided to give it to him instead.

"Ah. Uh. Sure," he replied as he sat at the table, seemingly astounded by everything around him, staring down at the plate. "Good... morning?"

"It's afternoon now, but it's alright," you replied, your heart doing a million flips per second because of how he was an intruder who broke in last night, who terrified you to death, but now you were feeding him and somewhat actually concerned for his well-being. What a bizarre and rapid change of pace.

You both ate in silence after you joined him at the table, continuing in this fashion until you both finished. His satisfied expression told you that he was highly appreciative of it. You stood and took the plates to the sink.

"Hey."

You turned toward him with your head slightly tilted attentively, waiting for him to go on.

"...Thank you," he murmured, his eyes usually sharp as darts seemingly soft at this moment, not piercing into your own, but slightly downcast. Awkwardly, he shuffled his feet together.

"It's okay," you replied, resuming the dishes that you were cleaning and putting away, going on to do the same with the food you had laying out on the countertops. As you completed your tasks, you turned to Harry, holding you hands together in front of you, your lips pressed into a line as you thought about the words you wanted to say. You inhaled.

"Harry..." you began softly, your thumbs messing about with one another while he was watching you, awaiting for what you had to say, though he seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

"...You can stay here, if you want to. I- If you have no where else to go, I mean. I- I know that's weird because you... broke into my house, but..."

He blinked several times, clearly not expecting this conversation at all. In fact, he had most likely expected that you'd say, alright, you had your fucked up fun in my bed, now get the fuck out. But no. It wasn't that at all. You felt pity for him. You wanted to help him, truly. He had suffered great misfortune. And he hadn't hurt you.

"I shouldn't take advantage of you more than I already have," he responded, knowing damn well that it wouldn't be right for him to stay with you after the events of yesterday. All he had wanted was somewhere to get away from the cold. It wasn't exactly his plan to find a woman in an old house distanced from all other homes in the area.

You approached nearer to him, holding your own arms around yourself.

"I- I- I'd like it, if you did," you somehow found yourself pleading for him to reconsider, your face lighting a shade of pink in your chagrin. "Y- You said you would do anything if I... if I asked you nicely. So... please stay...?"

He chuckled a bit, exhaling through his nose. Maybe he would reconsider, but you couldn't read his expression as he let himself get lost in his own thoughts and considerations.

"Guess you got me there, huh? I'll take your offer. Thank you for your hospitality, again," he responded, more gently this time around. You smiled a genuine smile, nothing forced or faked, elated to hear that you could assist someone in need once more. He reflected your smile with one of his own.

"...Don't wear that mask again though, it really frightened me," you mentioned as you nodded toward it still sitting on the table where he had left it the night before. You found that you kind of liked his laugh when it happened, as it did now.

"I don't even know your name," he said, not outright asking for it, but inquiring for you to give that information to him freely.

And so you did.

"Is that so? That's a very beautiful name," he uttered quietly, seemingly almost to himself, but you still heard him. "I really like it."

You blushed and thanked him. You were feeling some type of way and it was disturbing but not unwelcomed, only foreign to you. You now had someone to live with, for the first time in some several years. Well, for however long Harry would like to stay. You found that you were okay with him overstaying his welcome for as long as he would like to.

And he most certainly did.

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