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purecantarella · 3 years

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The Photographer

belated happy lia day! i worked on this with the hwasa fic i'm about gonna post tomorrow but yeah, i hope you all enjoy and happy birthday to lia 😁💗this is short but i think it's nice AHAHHHA disclaimer/s : none, this is just pure fluff 😇

The way you lived was unorthodox to some people but it was just the way you preferred to exist. You were a free-lance photographer and loved the feeling of not being tethered; to any place or any person. Being free to do what you wanted without judgement or consequences.

While you'd grown acquainted with different kinds of people, grew close with a few locals, and took many personalities to your bed, no one had been able to keep you tied down for more than a few days. No one.

After your 22nd birthday, you found yourself exploring the bustling city of Seoul, as per a recommendation by someone you'd met in Japan. It was a beautiful country with rich culture and a new adventure. You thought it'd be a nice stop-over before you continued to the Philippines.

At first, you were lost. Not a lot of people spoke the English and if you didn't know the language a lot of the locals couldn't help or understand you. Instead, you wondered around the busy and loud city. Enjoying the sights and taking still shots of whatever you found interesting. It was nice.

The cold night air began nipping at you as you walked around looking for somewhere to eat. You were slowly becoming frustrated because of the language barrier. As you were about to just call it a night and maybe just find some instant ramen noodles at a nearby convenience store for you to eat at your rented room, a girl, one of the most beautiful you'd seen in a while, walked up to you.

"Are you okay? You seem a tad bit lost." She asked you in English. You sighed in relief and laughed softly. The brunette raised a brow curiously. You waved your hand, "I'm just glad to understand someone. I've never actually spoken a lick of Korean." You said, relief and a bit of comfort washed over you.

You'd found it a bit odd though, that sense of familiarity with this stranger. None of your friends or your hook-ups had made you feel this way. Deciding it was nothing you shook it off. You offered your hand to the girl, "I'm Y/F/N. Nice to meet you Miss...?"

She was rather surprised. While it was a welcomed surprise, she still found it odd that you didn't know her. The brunette gave you her signature smile, taking your extended hand. "Julia, but just call me Lia." You nodded, biting your lower lip excitedly. The warmth of her hand radiated onto your cold one. The touch lingered for a while, your eyes not breaking contact with one another. Her crescent eyes and radiant smile made it hard to turn away. The moment could have lasted forever until you heard a soft cough from behind you.

Lia snapped her head behind her, a hot rush painting her cheeks as she stammered some things in Korean to her friends behind her. You stood behind her, the words they spoke just deflecting off of you. Your eyes trailed down to your hand. How it tingled and sent shocks through your body.

'This is new...' You thought to yourself as your gaze returned to the newly acquainted friend. She seemed to still be in a heated debate with the other girls as you shifted from the back of your foot to the tip of it. Their voices had hushed a little as Lia walked back to you.

A smile had returned to your face before you pointed to the group behind her. "Your friends seem fun." You said awkwardly, a soft laugh following after. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before the faux annoyed expression melted into an adorable little grin. Once again, you felt your heart unexpectedly skipping a beat.

"I should leave you to it and—" You were instantly cut off by her shaking her head profusely and spitting out a fast-paced series of "no's". "It seemed like you didn't know anyone and I wanted to lend a hand." You were taken aback. It wasn't the first time a local had offered this sort of thing in your life. A lot of people were like this girl, friendly and wanted to show the tourist around. But there was just something about this girl.

You let out a soundless laugh while nodding your head. "I'd really like that, maybe not tonight though. I wouldn't want you to stay out too late." You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Lia looked up at you before pulling out her phone, staring and scrolling through it intently. "I'd love to but would..." She paused before settling on a day. "...Thursday be good?" You chuckled softly at her hopeful face.

While you knew that your flight was early Tuesday, you nodded confidently. You two exchanged numbers before she'd disappeared with her friends and two tall men. You tried not to raise a brow at the latter though. That night your thoughts were flooded by the gorgeous girl, her pale complexion, moon-shaped eyes, the smile on her face, her overall form. Like all the sights in the world you'd seen were nothing compared to her, to Lia.

You tried to shake off the feelings that began to creep up on you though at the same time you awaited Thursday to arrive anxiously. You two texted between your sightseeing in the city. In all honesty, her silly texts and updates had been the highlight of your trip. You found yourself waiting for her replies to each of the photos you sent her.

On the day you'd set to meet, you thought that you'd had a stronger bond with her. And yes that was a good thing, but it just made you feel even more terrified of this foreign territory. You sat at the park she'd told you about, your leg bouncing as you eyed the scenery. "She's just a girl, Y/n...Calm down..." You muttered to yourself, leaning back into the bench. You continue to gather your thoughts when your suddenly jolted and someone yells, "Boo!"

You jumped and were just about ready to fight the perpetrator. You softened seeing Lia laughing hysterically. "You're adorable, Y/n!" She cooed softly before circling around to wrap her arms around your neck comfortably.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She said as she pulled away enough to see your, now flushing, face. You shook your head, a dopey smile gracing your features. Lia's embrace lingered for a moment. Your heart pounded against your chest. "So miss Lia, where are you taking me?" Your body becoming more and more tense under her touch. She took your hand hers, dragging you to some location in the outskirts of the city.

By the time you'd got there it was around lunch time. You'd learned a few of the important phrases and ordered something. Lia looked at you impressed, even making a point by clapping. The afternoon flew by quickly, she told you all about her being an idol, her intense lifestyle while you shared all of your adventures in different countries and taking stolen and posed photos of her. With every story, you found her more and more intriguing. She was a mystery that you wanted to solve, the polaroid you patiently waited for to dry.

"Come on!" The brunette said suddenly, pulling you up from the grass that you'd been sitting on as you scrolled through your camera's photos. You laughed as you jumped onto your feet, blindly following her. "Choi Lia where are you taking m—Woah..." The orange glow of the sunset painted over the city, the lights of building providing the perfect accent, and greenery in the city was perfectly set.

"Holy crap." You whispered under your breath. Your hands falling from the camera's sides instead weighing over your neck. Lia watched your amazed face before locking her arm in yours. She giggled at the dumbfounded face. A big smile grew on your face. For the first time in years, you're heart felt full.

You took a few steps back, taking shots of the view. Before continuously muttering out profanities and comments on the different aspects and features. Lia watched you get lost in your passion and smiled. She looked out into the scenery. In the few days she knew you, she knew that you'd be one of the people who could appreciate the beauty of simplicity. She turned her head back t the veiw.

"It's beautiful." You mumbled, still in awe. You took a glance at Lia's distracted expression. Your shoulders fell and a fleeting, small smile grew on your face. Lifting the camera back, you took her silhouette against the dimming orange. "Out of all the places I've ever been, this has to be the best." You added, catching her attention. Your E/C eyes glued onto Lia's face, her aura, everything. Her pale cheeks adding an extra glow. For a second, a sparkle in both your eyes could be seen by anyone who passed. When you finally said,

"It would make anyone want to stay, wouldn't you say?"

i thought it was cute HAAHAHAHAH what do you guys think 😅also, probably a hwasa fic tomorrow! i hope this was good for everyone and that you all enjoyed it...even if it was kinda predictable HAHAHA anyway, remember that requests are open and criticism is 1000% accepted and even welcomed. i hope you're all safe and i will see you all very soon 😊💗 taglist: @labrachrosite

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gureishi · 3 years

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Grace ❤ I know I am a million years late, but if you still can/want to, I'd love a Saeyoung kiss in the car 💋 (i love you times a million)

It's not about driving anywhere in particular—it's about the way he feels when he's going fast and you're next to him and the whole world is blurry and bright.

Saeyoung smiles at the way his car rumbles beneath him and at the feeling of your eyes on his face. It takes all the strength he has to keep watching the road.

"What are you looking at, sunshine?" He taps his fingers against the steering wheel and laughs because he loves the attention.

"You, baby." You reach for him and brush his hair off his forehead with your fingertips and his skin tingles. "You're beautiful."

His heart squirms pleasantly in his chest and his face burns.

"How about now?" he asks, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth. He still hasn't learned how to take a compliment.

"Don't deflect," you tell him. "You are." Now your hand is on his thigh and there's really no point in looking at the road anymore because he can't see straight anyway.

"You're out to get me," he whines, easing his foot off the gas and letting the car decelerate. It's late and you haven't seen anybody else for miles. "You're doing this to me on purpose."

He turns to you—finally—and your eyes are gleaming.

"What do you think?"

You crane your neck and he meets you halfway, kissing you roughly, one hand on the wheel and the other at the nape of your neck.

"Drive," you mutter into his lips—and he laughs and tugs you closer, because the car is barely moving and your voice intoxicates him and he can't remember anything but your name.

"Okay," he trills. "Or..." The car slows to a stop and he puts it in park without looking.

"Or?" Your fingers dart over his chest and belly and he squirms helplessly.

"Or we stay here," he whispers hoarsely.

He doesn't drive to go somewhere. He drives for the small space and the thick air and the engine beneath him.

He drives for the way your heart sounds beside him and the feeling of your hands in his hair.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #bae! <3 #kiss drabbles #i love you too bb ❤️

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rainingpouringetc · 3 years

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so hug all your friends and let them know you’re not letting go

ch 1 - what’s it like to be alone on a sunday

alastair/ariadne/grace/christopher/eugenia/jesse friendship fic for ya :) | read on AO3 | masterlist

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It took them a rather long time to all find each other. Looking back, it seemed almost a miracle that they had. It seemed a miracle that they hadn’t allowed childhood gripes and societal biases to come between them and tear their little found family apart.

Alastair and Ariadne credited themselves with being the first of the group. Grace disputed this, saying she and Jesse had known each other far longer; Christopher and Eugenia chose to remain silent on this matter.

“You lot might’ve known each other,” Ariadne liked to say, brown eyes gleaming, “but Alas and I were the founds of this group. We’re the ones who brought the six of us together.” And she was right.

It had started with a ball, which took place a short time after Cordelia’s engagement party. It didn’t much matter which one it was or even who was hosting—all that mattered was it had been dreadfully boring and Sona had been harping on Alastair for standing morosely on the edges of the dance floor.

Eager to stop her constant nagging, he had approached Ariadne Bridgestock and politely asked for a dance. He had never exchanged more than a few words with her directly, though Charles had told him much about her. He did know that she was like him; the way she watched Anna Lightwood—like she was untouchable behind a pane of glass, only to be longed for from afar—was much too familiar. It helped his own cause that she was the Inquisitor’s daughter. Sona would be delighted.

Ariadne had been perfectly proper in accepting his request to dance. They had been silent for the first few bars of music until Charles and Grace twirled by, eliciting an eye roll from Alastair. Ariadne raised an eyebrow at that, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was easy, after that, to strike up a conversation. They had a mutual contempt for Charles, and gossiping about him came easily. From there, it wasn’t much of a stretch to talk about other things. They chatted mildly about Shadowhunter politics before swiftly moving on to upcoming social events (which they were both looking to avoid). By the end of the song, they were enthusiastically chatting about a library a few blocks away from the Institute that neither of them had been able to go to yet but were both desperately hoping to browse.

“Care to join me for another turn around the room?” Alastair asked, flashing a rare smile.

“Why, of course,” Ariadne replied, taking his hand and allowing him to draw her close as the music started up again. “We have much to discuss if we’re to decline Catherine’s invitation to the park next Friday in favor of allowing ourselves to be lost in the library.”

They did just that. Cordelia was a bit cross with her brother for leaving her to go to the park alone—“You’re not going to be alone, Layla, you’ll still have James and Lucie and all their little friends”—but, after a bit of light bickering, she bid him farewell and slunk off to the waiting Herondale carriage.

Alastair found Ariadne at the library, already with her nose buried in a book. It was the perfect way to start a friendship, he thought later. They spent the day exchanging their favorite books and authors, each leaving with a back-breaking pile when the sun dipped below the horizon. Ariadne proposed they stop for dinner, but Alastair declined, stating he wished to stop the rumor mill before it had a chance to begin. They themselves might know that nothing of that sort could occur between them—it was simply impossible—but the rest of the Enclave did not. Ariadne was quite gracious about it and gave him a kind smile before disappearing down the road toward her house.

After that day, they sought each other out more and more often. Every party and ball found them chatting on the edges of the room. Every dreaded social event found them disappearing to a nearby park or library, anywhere to enjoy each other’s company in peace. Alastair found himself drawn not just to Ariadne’s gentleness but also her startling wit. It was good, he thought, that she so often chose to turn the other cheek when confronted with a tense accusation. If she wanted, she could cut those gossipers down with a few sharp words. It was like looking at an alternate timeline in which Alastair had never gone to the Academy and rather grew up warm and loved. Instead, he had been forced into thick skin and a quick tongue, one that often got ahead of him.

Eventually, every lonely night found them at each other’s doorstep, propriety be damned. Alastair learned to climb the trellis up to Ariadne’s window; he learned to knock three times before ducking his head in preparation for her throwing the window open wide and inviting him in. She always had a robe nearby for nights like this, as well as an empty closet for him to hide in should someone decide to drop by unexpectedly. Ariadne, in turn, learned to keep a stock of Risa’s favorite chocolates; she learned to bribe the maid into letting her steal away up the stairs to Alastair’s room at midnight and not breath a word of it to the other Carstairs. He had an uncanny way of knowing when she would be there. He was always waiting to open the door before she had to knock.

Those nights, so full of loneliness and despair, were the ones when memories came back to haunt them. Those were the nights when Alastair thought about his father, about the Academy, about all the things he convinced himself were his fault. Those were the nights when Ariadne thought about her life in India, about Anna, about all the things she convinced herself she could have done differently. Those were the nights when they silently reminded each other that they weren’t alone, that they deserved better.

Their bond was somewhat unexpected but nevertheless irreplaceable.

They supposed it was only a matter of time before something should change.

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It was perhaps a month after Cordelia’s engagement party and Alastair was climbing up to Ariadne’s window. His day had been long and fraught with awkward encounters with the Merry Thieves. Thomas was still blatantly ignoring him and Matthew was his usual charming self. James was a bit more tolerable, and Christopher didn’t seem to entirely know what it was they were all upset about, only that he’d better be upset about it too. All Alastair needed, he thought, was someone to tell him he had been trying his best. His mind kept snagging on Thomas’s words. If you come near me or speak to me at any point after this, I will knock you into the Thames.

He reached the top and, light as could be, knocked thrice. He ducked his head but, to his surprise, no answer came. Frowning, he tried again. When Ariadne still did not come to the window, he huffed in frustration and lifted himself up to peer into the room. A light was on, which was a bit odd. Usually, the house had gone to bed by now; it was well after midnight, after all.

It wasn’t until far too late that Alastair realized Ariadne was not alone in her room. He met the steely gray eyes of Grace Blackthorn and nearly let go of the trellis in shock. He’d nearly forgotten she was staying with the Bridgestocks. Grace’s eyes widened, then snapped to Ariadne—whose back was, evidently, turned to the window—then back to Alastair. She stormed to the window, flung it open, and hissed for him to just get inside already.

Once Alastair had pulled himself through the window (a rather unpleasant experience he doubted he’d ever get used to), Grace turned to him and rather looked like she wished to smack him. “Why on earth,” she whispered, voice dripping with rage, “are you crawling through Ariadne’s window at two in the morning?”

It was a fair question, but one he had no desire to answer. “What are you doing in Ariadne’s room at two in the morning?” he deflected, lifting his chin haughtily.

“I had matters to discuss with her,” Grace told him, voice tight. Ariadne rolled her eyes.

“As did I.” Alastair leaned against the bedpost with a casualness he did not feel, crossing his arms and regarding Grace with practiced iciness.

“You had something so important to discuss that it could not wait just a few more hours for proper social calling times?” Grace raised a silver-blonde brow at him. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

With that, she swept out of the room, through an odd look over her shoulder at Ariadne.

“Do you think she ever gets tired of being so bitter?” Ariadne questioned, then looked apologetically at Alastair. “What I mean is… I suppose she must get lonely. I can’t imagine Charles being good company to her, and she hardly talks to anyone else.”

Alastair considered this. I wouldn’t wish Charles’ company on anyone, he thought for a moment, then caught himself. It was odd, thinking about Charles. For so long he had given his whole heart to loving Charles. Now, that love had twisted into bitterness, but not necessarily because of who Charles was. His brain hurt thinking about it, so he asked, “What was it she needed to discuss with you?

Ariadne shrugged and pulled her robe tighter around herself. “She didn’t get around to it. You got here the same time she did.”

They waited a few days for repercussions, sure that Grace would find some way to use this against them. Ariadne wasn’t sure if Grace had mentioned something to the Inquisitor or not. It would be quite scandalous should it get out that Alastair had been in her bedroom at two in the morning.

Days passed, and nothing happened. It seemed they were in the clear.

The next time they saw Grace was in the park, at a social event they usually would’ve tried to skip. She was there with Charles, who seemed too busy chatting with snobbish Shadowhunters and their parents to notice when Grace slipped away and came over to meet them.

Alastair and Ariadne were standing together by the waterfront. Cordelia had gone off to find Lucie, and Ariadne had come alone. As Grace approached, they both tensed, steeling themselves for some form of blackmail or threat. Instead, she simply nodded politely in greeting and said, “Well, isn’t this a bore.”

Alastair raised an eyebrow. It certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. “Indeed it is. And how are you, Grace?”

“Oh.” She waved the question away with a flap of her gloved hand. “Well, what is it you two usually do to get away from events such as this?”

Alastair exchanged a glance with his friend. A knowing smile sat on her lips. He turned to Grace. “We’ll show you.”

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Sometime between when Grace had left and when she returned, Charles had gone from talking enthusiastically about dreadfully boring political matters with some of the more prominent names of their parents’ generation to sighting exasperatedly at the antics of the Merry Thieves and company, with whom he was now engaged in conversation. From what Grace could tell as she approached, Thomas and Christopher looked like they would rather not be there. Lucie was whispering something in Cordelia’s ear, and the latter was standing dutifully by James. James himself looked rather bored as he interrupted whatever it was Charles was saying to Matthew.

Grace braced herself, took a breath, and stepped up to her fiancé’s side. “Charles?” she said mildly, erasing any hint of emotion from her voice. He looked down at her in surprise. She could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on her as she continued. “You need not wait for me when you’re finished. I’m departing early.”

Charles’s red brows furrowed. It might’ve been cute. Grace wouldn’t know. “Why is that, dear?”

“Ariadne Bridgestock and Alastair Carstairs invited me to browse a favorite library of theirs,” she said calmly. “I accepted. They’re waiting for me by the carriage now.”

As if in disbelief, the group turned as one and looked over to the Inquisitor’s carriage. Alastair and Ariadne, true to their word, were talking quietly to one another just next to it. Alastair whispered something, his eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. As he spoke, Ariadne tipped her head back in laughter.

Matthew watched the two with barely concealed fury; Thomas looked rather like someone had just slapped him. Grace filed it away, intending to inquire into the reasons of their reactions as soon as she could. Perhaps there was leverage to be found there.

The others largely looked on with mild bemusement. “I didn’t know they were friends,” Lucie said, her voice tinted with surprise. “Do they have an understanding?” she wondered aloud. She turned to Cordelia. “Did you know?”

Cordelia looked hesitant to answer. Her eyes were on her brother, and they were softened by love. Something snagged in Grace’s mind. That feeling dancing in Cordelia’s eyes was all too familiar. It was how Grace felt when she thought of Jesse.

Grace interjected before Cordelia could say anything. “I shouldn’t leave them waiting. Goodbye, Charles.” She nodded a farewell to the others and made for the carriage, never once letting her posture sad as they burned holes into her back with their stares.

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It was a bit different with Grace there. Ariadne hadn’t quite decided that it was a bad different, thought. She was willing to take a chance on the girl, foolish as it might prove her to be.

Alastair clearly already regretted the decision to invite her along as the awkward silence in the carriage dragged on. He set his jaw, crossed his arms, and stared determinedly out the window—telltale signs that he was retreating into himself again. Ariadne sighed, searching for something to stay to the girl beside her.

“Do you have a favorite book, Grace?” she finally asked politely. It was proper enough, and they were going to the library after all.

Grace considered the question for a long moment before she responded. “I’ve always loved The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins. Have you read it?”

“I have not,” Ariadne told her. “I’ll look for it when we get to the library. They have so many books, I’m sure they’ll have it somewhere.”

The silence began to creep up on them again. “Well,” Grace said, breaking it, “what about you, Ariadne? What is your favorite book?”

Ariadne brightened. “The Prisoner of Zenda. If you’d like to read it, I have a copy of my own at home—you needn’t worry about finding it at the library.”

Grace dipped her head in a nod, and Ariadne spied the faint beginnings of a smile on her face. Grace turned to Alastair, who was still pointedly not looking at either of them. “And you?”

A muscle twitched in Alastair’s jaw. Ariadne could almost see the conflict raging in his eyes. This had been his idea, she wanted to remind him. They were giving Grace a chance. The tension went out of his shoulders as he flicked his dark eyes to Grace’s. “Machiavelli’s The Prince.”

Grace looked rather pleased by his answer. “That one I’ve read. I quite enjoyed it.”

This was the right thing to say. The corner of Alastair’s mouth twitched upward in pleasant surprise as he engaged her in a conversation about the book and its contents. Ariadne listened, warm happiness spreading in her chest. She hadn’t read the book—it was on her list—but listening to the two of them talk about it with such enthusiasm was enough to melt the tense atmosphere she’d been so worried would settle over them all. Ariadne was reminded suddenly of the night she and Alastair had met and danced and talked and talked.

The conversation turned so that she could join back in, and by the time they reached the library, they were all chatting as though they were long-lost friends. Perhaps they were in another life.

Time passed like sand slipping through fingers, smooth and fast and easier than it should have been. Ariadne knew much of their conversation was close to the surface. Grace was still not quite trustworthy enough for anything deeper. She was all tangled up with James and Charles and now Cordelia as well—Ariadne didn’t blame Alastair for being a bit chary of interacting with her. Still… a part of Ariadne felt like maybe Grace could grow to be a close friend like Alastair had.

i hope you guys enjoyed! i love this idea so much, they all deserve happiness and i wish they could find it together.

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bettercallsabs · 3 years

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After Dark

Here we go peeps.I'm back with some new trash! Here's a new unedited series (yes another one). This was an original story converted to reader insert so it does contain character descriptions, if this bothers you, don't read any further. Otherwise, please enjoy! Sorry, I'm a bit rusty. Haaaa

Warnings: language, swears, things.

Word count: 1.5k

Steve Roger's x Plus Sized Reader

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I dropped out of college my first semester after my father disappeared leaving me to care for my teenage sister.

My name is Y/N. I'm 20 years old. I'm working at a trendy night club as a waitress.

…..

"Y/N, get a fucking grip." Grace yells as she stomps down the hallway.

"No Grace, I won't! You're 15 years old, christ! You shouldn't even be having sex." I snap back at her.

It had just been my sister and I for nearly two years. Ever since the disappearance of our father, raising my sister alone had proven to be a real walk in the park… not.

Was I ever this bad as a teen? Holy shit.

"Sorry I'm not a prude like you."

Grace's tone is sparky, as she rests a hand on her hip.

I fold my arms across my chest, shifting my weight onto my right leg, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head.

"I am not a prude."

"You're 20 years old, and a virgin…"

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head as I stared hard at my baby sister.

"That doesn't make me a prude. Christ, Grace! I'm just concerned! You're being reckless! Do you know what could happen? God forbid you get an STI or worse.. You're not even on birth control!"

"He used a condom dummy."

I clutch my face in my hands, letting out a heavy breath in frustration. Why is my sister the way she is?

"Enough. This is obviously a pointless discussion, or lack there of.. I'm taking you in on Monday to get you on birth control, because lord knows you need it."

Grace scowls at me as her eyes roll hard in her head. "Whatever Y/N."

I glance at my watch 6:32 p.m. Shit. I'm going to be late!

"I have to go to work. Please…. Just behave, okay?"

Grace turns and gives me the middle finger before trotting her way up the stairs.

That girl is going to age me 10 years.

Shaking my head, as I breathe out a soft sigh, I quickly grab my keys and purse from the counter, rushing out of the house. The last thing I need today is to be late to work…

……

"Alright ladies listen up."

Terrance, more commonly known as Terry, the owner of the club, stood before us, his chiseled jaw tight as he leaned against the bar.

"My son has a meeting here tonight, so be on your best behavior. I expect the utmost professionalism from my ladies. Y/N and Charlie, you're working the VIP section tonight."

"You could have given some warning Terry, I would have dolled up more!" Charlie, a fellow waitress, looks in Terry's direction, a playful frown peaking on the corners of her full lips.

I feel my stomach churn, I've never worked the VIP section before… it's a big deal. Bigger clients, bigger tips…

I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak up. I wish I was as outspoken as Charlie, she really has that 'I say what I want, when I want' attitude.

"Terry... I never work VIP... if this is an important meeting, shouldn't Lydia or Tanya-"

"Charlie will show you the ropes. Now let's make some money."

Terry claps his hands before heading off to his office. No one wastes anytime. The convened staff disperse in every direction, hurry back to work to finish preparing for the club to open.

"Don't worry hun!" Charlie squeezes my arm in support. "We're gonna make some good money tonight! Steve and his boys are so damn fine and gracious tippers. It's a win win. Eye candy and stacks baby."

"Really?"

I nervously fidget with my fingers before running them through my long blonde hair.

"Yeah girl, of course! So, Papa Terry is putting a lot of trust in you tonight. Word of advice hun, obviously by now you know this club is a special one, so what you see and hear tonight, keep your mouth shut, and you'll do just fine."

I nod, understanding fully what she means. Afterall, rats have never made a good name for themselves.

There's a lot that goes on in the club that terrifies me, but the money is too good to pass up.

Charlie smiles at me, a soft genuine smile, as she wraps her arm in mine. Something about her makes me feel oddly safe and at ease.

"I like you Y/N, so I'm going to give you some more advice here. Stop being such an uptight girl!"

"I can't help it."

"Yeah Y/N, lighten up a little, jeez. When was the last time you got laid?"

Lydia, another waitress appears from behind us as she jumps into the conversation.

My eyes immediately deflect to the floor, suddenly feeling more self conscious than usual.

"I should really get back to it."

"Oh come on Y/N, don't be such prude."

Lydia laughs, but I feel the irritation building within me.

"Why does everyone call me that? I am not a prude!"

My voice is harsher than I intended it to be.

"Woah girl, chill."

Lydia looks at me, seemingly shocked by my outburst.

"Sorry. I'm really not a prude though. Just because I haven't…" I trail off mid sentence, my gaze now focused on the floor in front of me.

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Y/N, babe, are you a virgin?"

"Lydia, keep it down.."

"It makes so much sense... You being a virgin explains so much."

"What's that supposed to mean Charlie?" I huff, folding my arms over my chest. What did she mean by that? Was being a virgin a bad thing?

"Who's a virgin? I sure as hell know it's not Lydia."

A booming laugh echoes from behind me, my blood running cold with embarrassment.

Lydia's head snaps in the direction of the laughter, a scowl now pasted on her full lips.

"Oh shut up Bucky, you old windbag!"

Lydia smacks the large bicep of a tall tatted man hard enough that the sound echoes off the club walls..

I shyly duck behind Charlie, trying to make myself invisible, the last thing I need right now is to embarrass myself any further.

"Lydia, you need to work on your strength, hit the gym or something." The one called Dawson smirks at Lydia, who sticks her tongue out. "But seriously, who's a virgin, my curiosity has peaked."

"Pfft, I don't think any girl that works here could be. They are just fucking around."

A rich baritone voice fills my ears. I peer my head around from my very obvious hiding spot, Charlie. The man that belongs to the dreamy voice is even more so. He is tall, so deliciously tall, and his eyes are blue like icy glacial pools. Lord, he is like sex on two legs.

"Hey now! Don't be making those kinds of assumptions. Some of us very well could be. Just because we work here doesn't mean a thing. We dress like this for the tips baby." Charlie rolls her eyes at the two men, resting a hand on her hip.

"Ha ha Charlie, you've got jokes I see. Who knew you were such a comedian?"

"Who is that?" I whisper in Charlie's ear.

"Ah yes, introduction time." Charlie points in the direction of the ridiculously handsome men.

"That's Mr. Roger's son, Steve ." She points to the one with the mesmerizing blue eyes. "And the stupid one is Dawson."

"Hey! Watch your damn mouth Charlie!" Dawson glares at her playfully, before his eyes land on me… so much for being invisible.

"Who do we have here? Fresh meat?"

Charlie pulls me forward, resting her arm on my shoulder. "This is Y/N. She's been around for a bit now, but tonight is her first night working VIP, so be nice to her!"

My eyes instantly flick to Steve , who is looking me up and down. Butterflies build in my just, as my heart flutters. I bite at my lower lip, trying to contain the wave of anxiety washing over me. When his eyes met mine, it was like the earth stopped turning, there was no one in the room but us. I could truly lose myself in those hypnotic blue eyes.

"Damn! She thicc! I'd like to-"

"Watch your mouth Dawson."

Steve 's voice is low as he scowls at Dawson through gritted teeth. Dawson takes a step back, settling himself behind Steve .

Steve 's eyes fall back to mine capturing my full attention with his intense gaze.. And just for a moment I'm lost in those icy pools..

As quickly as they came his eyes left mine, giving their focus to Charlie.

"Tonight's meeting is important, so you will need to be extra courteous. Feel me Charlie?"

"Aye aye Captain." Charlie jokingly salutes Steve , who doesn't look the slightest bit amused.

"Come on ladies, we have jobs to do. Let's get ready to get this money. It's going to be a good night!"

Charlie smiles, looping her arm in mine, as we head into the VIP section. I glance over my shoulder, dying to get one last peak at Steve . Our eyes meet once again, and I feel my heart shudder in my chest… shit.

…….

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batarella · 4 years

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The Commander - Part 5 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS ABOARD THE SMUT TRAIN. YA’LL NASTIES NEED A BREAK FROM ALL THE SMUT. TODAY I PRESENT SOME ACTION, ANGST, MORE BACKSTORY, AND FLUFFFFFFFFFF

WORDS: 3034 (yeah they’re getting longer) WARNINGS: A LIL BIT OF FLUFF AT THE END. MOSTLY ANGST.

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The Arkham Knight couldn’t be human. He only ever spoke in the fewest words. And when he did, it was either in the coldest indifference, annoyance, or anger. Mostly in anger. His identity, his past, what he liked and didn’t liked, no one knew about.

In fact, the Commander seen the most about him out of everyone the Knight meets in the Militia. And she doesn’t even know if he had a real name. He was only addressed to as the Knight, and his anger had been built up since he was very young, the Commander deduced. His remarks came out of him like it was in his nature to be an asshole at times. But she could tell it had evolved overtime. Like something brought out the worst of him and now he was this dark, cynical entity no one can touch.

Though she wasn’t any different, basically torn out of her mother’s womb and brought to a firing range.

Gotham City was never kind to her. And her to Gotham. They’d reached the top of a medium rise apartment building, one that stood directly across some kind of event that had people flocking to the edges of the street. The Arkham Knight hid his armor under a large red hoodie, making him look bigger than he already was. He had his hood on over a cap, so no one could see his face. Beside him was Militia Commander Y/N. She had on a bomber jacket and some loose cargo pants to hide her own suit.

They eyed the GCPD police car parked just outside the event grounds, and about three policemen scattered about to maintain its order. One of them was leaning against the hood of the car. The second one, a very heavy man, was standing right in front of the crowd at the stage. The third was at the farthest, making rounds around the perimeter.

The Knight watched the three move, blurring out the cheering crowd and the noises they made. The Commander waited, patiently.

The Arkham Knight’s voice was course. “Go.”

She moved fast, leaping from the top of the roof down its rusty fire escape. Her feet landed from ladder to ladder until it splashed onto a puddle left over from last night’s rain. Commander Y/N made her way down the crowd, keeping her head low as she practically disappeared.

She could only fire from this distance. The Commander had three shots, and a special gun that wrapped around her wrist. All she had to do was press the button on her thumb, and it would fire just as good as any pistol.

Except this one fired more than just bullets, and it was more silent than even a whisper.

One on the car to her right, one at the stage in front, and one at the far back.

At the corner of her eye, she saw the Knight behind the crowd, his hood covering more than half his face. His eyes were on her, waiting.

He nodded.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She raised her arm, staring to pull her hair to a tie. It pointed right at her right and she fired.

One.

She turned, so casually it was like the sun had just caught her eyes. Her arm facing behind her, she fired again.

Two.

Then her hair was in a ponytail, she smoothed it, then brought her arms to her front. Just narrowly missing a passerby, she fired.

Three.

Done. She caught the Knight’s eye. Three trackers landed right at the three policemen’s communication devices peeking just outside their pockets. It was too small to even make out, but the Knight’s hacking device lit up, and they were online.

He toyed with the device, small enough to fit his pocket. The Knight looked like he was just using his phone, even when it wasn’t a good idea to do so in such a crowd. Commander Y/N kept on the lookout, but none of the policemen seem to be bothered.

Hurry up. The Knight continued to fidget. Y/N squeezed on her wrist gun, ready to fire at any threat. A full minute had passed and the Knight threw his head back. He nodded at her. They’d done it.

They hacked GCPD.

Just those three trackers were enough to trace the full source of any communication network GCPD had used. When the night comes, they’ll be ahead of these men by a mile.

Though GCPD was never the real threat.

Commander Y/N nodded back and walked toward the Knight. He handed her the hacking device, which was lit in green.

“Send it to intelligence when we’re back.”

“Yes sir,” she said, stuffing it into her pocket.

Then the Knight looked behind her, at the crowd and the stage in front. The noise had grown louder and a man, the billionaire Bruce Wayne walked to the podium, a bright smile on his handsome face as he spoke.

“Come on,” she said to the Knight. “Slade’s sent the first of our Diamondbacks.”

It took a while for him to look away, though the Knight didn’t look like he wanted to stick around to any more of the festivities. She walked right beside him, her hands relaxed to her side while the Knight kept his deep in his pockets. The sky looked just about as gloomy as the Knight’s expression, and it was freezing. No one looked at them as they turned into an alleyway.

“Just this one?”

“If you’re satisfied with it, another batch arrives tomorrow.”

Then they turned for an abandoned entrance into Gotham’s subway system. It was covered in wooden planks. The Knight tore it off with his bare hands. They jumped in, trying to ignore the smell, as they walked deeper into the tunnels. They were met with a closed gate, and a large circular scanner right at the center. The Knight pressed his palm against it and the gate opened.

The walked father in, the Knight took off his hoodie, then his pants, then he brought out his visor and placed it over his head. “We’re calling Slade.”

The Commander unzipped her jacket, then her loose pants took off to reveal the tighter one in her suit. It was even colder under the tunnels, but she didn’t falter. She followed closely by the Knight’s side, jumping over the old subway station’s portals down to the railway.

Just as they were met with a large figure covered by a dirty white cloth, the Knight pulled out a device from his bag.

It didn’t take long for Slade to answer. He was a holograph, his clothed mask floating above the screen laid flat with the Knight’s hand.

“Where is it?”

“Right here,” The Knight pointed the device to the covered drone. “Commander.”

Commander Y/N jumped to the railway and pulled the cloth off, revealing the finally finished, ready to deploy Diamondback Drone.

“She’s a good lookin’ piece of boom, wouldn’t you say?” Slade’s voice echoed into the tunnels. “Commander Y/N, why don’t you go test it out?”

She climbed up its side. “Were the steering and thrust issues worked out?” said the Knight.

“Nope.”

“Slade, I told you maneuverability and speed are key if these are going to have a chance against his weaponry.”

“Commander, fire at the wall.”

The Commander grabbed hold of its missile launcher and fired.

And it was more like a bomb than a missile, and several shots of it. It tore off what was left of the abandoned cement, spreading its fire around the railway and leaving large holes big enough for a man to crawl in on its walls.

Commander Y/N didn’t look flustered. She wiped the flash of sweat off her forehead and turned to the Knight, who stared intently at the destroyed walls. “Say the word, and I’ll send out a hundred of these. More than enough to take the bastard down.

“More than enough to send your demons free,” Slade said. The Knight seemed preoccupied, and he didn’t flinch when the Commander jumped off the tank.

“Commander Y/N,” Slade said as she approached the Knight’s side. “I’m about to start the final phase of our men’s training.”

“Final phase?”

“I have my standards, you have yours. The way you train these men are different from mine. It shouldn’t take more than a week.”

Commander Y/N nodded, surprised Slade didn’t have to insult her when they’d constantly have to fight over the Knight’s graces when it comes to their preferences.

“Make sure they’re ready for anything he has to throw at us, Slade,” he said to the hologram. Then Slade was gone, and the tunnel seemed emptier with the fires burning out.

The Commander placed her hand on the drone’s side. “It fired three rounds at a time, and its fast. Exactly like the Rattler but it will be harder to deflect.”

“Will that be enough?”

She goes to the front, inspects the damage and looks into the holes. She reaches in, but the missiles have reached too far back. “It should be. This ones’ harder to destroy than all our Rattler drones. Three sensor arrays and a more durable shield over its optics.”

The Knight turned to her as she went on.

“But it doesn’t lock onto its target. The Cobra drones would be a better investment. Even if we had half the number of Rattlers, the Cobras won't have Batman driving around any of the streets without having to encounter one or two.”

“We have enough of those.”

“Never enough to cover even one of the islands by themselves, especially when no 60 mm canon can penetrate its shell. These ones have a larger target right at its sensors.”

The Knight stood directly in front of the drone’s sensor array, with the Commander, running her hands on the right side.

“How old are you?”

The Commander stopped, but didn’t allow herself to flinch. She looked at the Knight puzzlingly and narrowed her eyebrows.

“You know just as much as Slade does.”

“More,” she interrupted. “I know more.”

“Answer my question.”

“What difference does it make?” The Commander sighed, as she circled the tank, keeping her hand to its side. The Knight kept his distance, but followed her. His robotic voice made his questions seem more threatening than personal. She was at the other side, to the left of the drone, when she spoke.

“Twenty-one.”

The Knight came up to the corner, and the Commander reached the front. She turned again and avoided the look on his visor.

“How old were you when you knew how to fire a tank?”

She kept her voice low. This was worse than being screamed at. “Fifteen.”

The Knight didn’t show his surprise, but his silence spoke the volumes for him. “Who trained you?”

“My uncle.”

“When did he start training you?”

“When did this become an interrogation?”

The Knight stopped, and so did the Commander. The stood at either sides of the drone, right at its hood. She stared at him, and he stared back.

“I want to know how you were bred into… this.”

“I fired my first gun when I was five and hit my first target with a rifle when I was seven.” Her voice was expressionless, like he had told these to herself more than to anyone else.

“Your uncle was quite the mercenary.”

“Oh, he was the best,” she said. “But he killed his first target at twenty-two. I was sixteen.”

That… didn’t impress him as much as it saddened him.

“I didn’t have any business being a child. He turned me into this… machine,” she brought her hands to the hood of the tank. “One that just can't miss a single target even if I wanted to.”

“And you turned to sex to air it out.”

The Commander looked up, almost glaring at him. Why the fuck was he asking these questions.

“I’ve only had it a few times,” she said, walking to his side. Then she leaned in, even closer to the Knight. He had his head slightly turned to her when she spoke. “I’ve had it with you the most.”

The Knight didn’t say anything when she walked by him and headed for the exit, grabbing her own bag from the floor. The Knight quietly followed, getting his clothes back out and stuffing his visor inside before they stepped out the subway station.

“We have about three hours,” she told him as they walked down the sidewalk. The noises sank in and she spoke louder. “Then we head for the Batcave before he goes out for patrol, which should be around 10.”

The Knight placed his cap on his head, then pulled his hoodie up. They turned to a corner, back to where the rally had taken place, except the people had left and the sun had started to set. They walked to their motorcycles. “We can wait it out in the cave.”

The Knight approached his bike, but watched as Y/N grabbed her helmet and started the engine. “Wait.”

Commander Y/N stopped.

He took his out his comms, fidgeted with the device and held the earpiece to his ear. It took a while, then the person on the other line answered.

“Slade,” he said. “I’ll have to spend another night in Gotham.”

He turned around, walking farther away so she wouldn’t be staring at him while he talked.

“I’ll be back in less than 48 hours. And it’s a go on the Diamondback, but have more Cobra Drones as well.”

She heard Slade’s voice for a moment. “As much as you can,” the Knight finished. He turned off his comms, then went for his bike.

“Follow me,” he said, taking his hat off and putting on his helmet.

They drove off, and they were going further and further away from where their target supposedly is. The bikes buzzed through, her driving closely at his tail until they’d reached a street littered with no more than five people.

And the buildings were abandoned, boarded up the front entrance. The Commander saw a few homeless men by the alleys, but it didn’t even look like thugs frequented the area. She followed him as they parked their bikes near a dumpster at the back of the building.

“Where are we?”

“We need to go up the fire exit.” The Knight pulled down the ladder. “I used to live here.”

“Go up the third floor, then go in through the window. Stay there. I’ll come back.”

The Commander was still so confused, even as the Knight had started his bike again and drove off.

Xxxxxx

His place was… small.

It must have been years, because there was enough dust to on the surfaces to cause tears in her eyes. Timidly, she sat on the bed. There was only one. Twin size. Pushed up against the wall. He had a desk adjacent to it, and on the other side, the window she came in through. Other than the cramped up bathroom and a closet, that was practically it in his apartment.

But the Knight was still so young. She estimated this place to have been abandoned for five to seven years. If that was the case, he should have been in his early teens, living alone without a parent. Was she right?

She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Minutes later, she heard the ladders of the fire exit screech. The Knight walked in.

He was holding two pizza boxes.

“Dinner,” he said. “Bottoms up.”

The commander suddenly felt the surge in her stomach. She’d forgotten to eat. She stood, opened a box and helped herself with a slice.

“Why are we here?”

The Knight ignored her and went to the bathroom. It took a while, probably because he had to clean it before even using it. When he stepped out, he looked less bulky. His armor was placed inside his duffel bag which he placed on the floor, before grabbing a slice from the box and digging in.

It was… unusual. To say the least. Y/N’s almost never seen the Knight talk outside the subject of the militia, let alone eat. He leaned his back against the desk, looking at her as he took a big bite. They ate quietly, not even taking a seat when they finished through the two boxes before the sun had fully set.

She slumped back on the bed. “We should head out by now.”

The Knight closed the boxes and threw them in the trash. Then he leaned on the desk, arms over his chest. He didn’t look at her.

“We’re staying here for the night, then we head for the cave tomorrow at dusk.”

“What are we supposed to do by then?”

The Knight licked his lips.

“I know you don’t sleep,” he said. “Back in the barracks.”

“Yes I do.”

“You sleep almost an hour a day,” he cocked his jaw. “Every single day.”

The Commander couldn’t even fathom his concern. This was all too much. “I’m fine.”

“You have tonight, and the whole day tomorrow. I won't wake you up. You sleep as much as you can. When we go back to South America you’ll never catch a break.”

She grew silent and licked her teeth.

“Where will you sleep?”

The Knight stood from the desk, went to his closet and fished out a sheet and a pillow. “I’ll be fine on the floor.”

Fucking hell.

His concern just made her all the more uncomfortable. Just yesterday, you couldn’t tell the man apart from an AI robot.

And the night grew darker. She laid on her back, the sheet dusted off shielding her off from the cold. The Knight faced away from her and laid flat on the carpet. His chest rose a steady beat. But he was awake.

“Can you tell me your name?” she asked. “And how old you are?”

He was startled, but he didn’t turn to look at her. An answer wasn’t the least bit expected. Never from him. But surprisingly, she heard his voice, low enough for it to be easily missed.

“Twenty-two.”

And that was all he said. She turned facing the wall and closed her eyes.

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gabrielbigbang · 3 years

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Posting Date: March 15

AUTHORS: @datajana and @easypeasybreezy

ARTIST: @samshine-and-lollipops

STORY TITLE: A Reason to Stay

BANG SIZE: MegaBang (45k+)

RATING: Explicit

SHIPS: Gabriel/Roger (Driven), past Roger/Original Female Character, past Gabriel/Original Female Characters, past Roger/Original Male Character

TAGS: NO MCD, Canon divergent post s13 supernatural, post canon Driven, POV’s: Gabriel and Roger and Emerson and demon, crossover/portals, angst, past trauma and torture, nightmares, PTSD, pining, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, Roger likes the finer things in life, Sugar Daddy!Roger, crack humor, dark themes, possession, Gabriel's wings are hurt, blizzards, snow, and sleet, hotel rooms, hot tub, there was only one bed!, misunderstandings from lack of communication, nudity, smut tags: masturbation, anal fingering, mutual handjobs, car sex, road head, blow jobs, come eating, grace as lube, lube, anal sex, barebacking

SUMMARY: After being brutally stabbed by the alternate reality version of Michael and dying, Gabriel is forcefully pulled from the Empty through a portal into a different universe. Low on grace, he meets up with Roger, who has just finished closing the portal with Emerson. Though it takes a bit of convincing, Roger eventually agrees to help Gabriel get back to his own universe. However, Roger soon finds out that he has a major problem of his own - the curse hasn’t been lifted, he’s failed and the world is going to end because of him. Feeling sympathy towards Roger, Gabriel offers to help, and circumstances lead them on a road trip to Roger’s home in New York. On the way, Roger and Gabriel grow closer as they learn more about each other - their pasts, their traumas, who they really are - and Gabriel finds it harder to leave, and Roger finds it harder to let him go. In the end, the final decision will be made for them by the cause for all their worries: the big bad demon (for lack of a better term) that waits for them near Roger’s childhood home...

Excerpt below the cut...

EXCERPT: Gabriel checked his phone every five minutes. The weather app he’d downloaded showed no change in the forecast from earlier. The thickening clouds in the sky were proof of it as well.

He had no idea what he could say to Roger to make him turn around. For some reason, the human was angry at him. Well, he was a bit miffed himself! He’d blocked the demon from Roger’s dreams, listened to his worries. He was starting to think of him as a friend.

Maybe...Maybe even—

Gabriel sat forward abruptly and stared out the windshield as big, fat flakes of snow appeared in the vehicle’s wake. He darted his eyes about the landscape, seeking out a place where they could pull over for cover.

“Gabriel, it’s not too far to the next town. I’ll stop there, OK?” Roger said, reducing speed. Gabriel turned to him, his lips thinning to a straight line. “It’s falling slowly, so it shouldn’t get too—”

“Roger!” Gabriel lifted his phone and pointed at it. “It’s supposed to turn to sleet! The roads are going to be impossible to drive on! Not to mention that the passes are gonna be full of snow and ice!”

Roger’s face paled. “If we can get to an exit before then—” His and Gabriel’s eyes widened at the sound of small ice pellets hitting the windshield. “Well, I guess not.”

“Dammit, Roger…” Gabriel moaned. He knew this would happen, and there was absolutely nowhere for them to find shelter. The open fields they were surrounded by had some trees, but that wouldn’t do them any good. They’d have to stay in the car and hope it would keep them warm until the storm blew over.

“We need to pull over and park,” Gabriel said. He unlocked his phone to check the weather again. “The temperature is going to drop some more, so all this sleet is going to turn completely to ice. We won’t be moving for a while after that.”

Roger cursed, slowing down the rental’s speed even more than he had before. “Alright. But where? There’s nothing!”

“We don’t have a choice, Roger. We can’t go forward, and we can’t go back. We just have to stop where we are,” Gabriel said.

“I know that!” Roger snapped. “But there’s nowhere we can park except on the shoulder, and we won’t have protection!”

“You don’t have to yell.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what, Roger?” He’d had enough. “We’re in this predicament because you wouldn’t listen to me. Well, guess what? You’re gonna listen to what I say now. We need to—”

Roger laughed bitterly. “Oh! So now you’re gonna talk?”

Gabriel paused. “What?”

“Don’t act dumb, Gabriel. You know what.” Roger moved his eyes to the side of the road. “Where do you want to stop?”

Narrowing his eyes, Gabriel said, “No, this has been going on all morning. We’re going to talk about it now.”

“No. And like you said, we need to stop, even though you taught me how to drive perfectly in any and all weather.” Roger gave him a scathing glance. “Or so you claim, anyway.”

Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play? Fine. “Maybe your human brain couldn’t absorb it all. It was already apparent that it had difficulties, not even knowing what a parking brake was.”

Roger smirked. “Well this human is the one who has been taking care of your ass ever since you got here. Who bought you the clothes you’re wearing? Who has kept you from going hungry and sleeping on the streets?” He pointed to himself. “Me, that’s who!”

“I never asked you to!”

“As far as you’re concerned, all I’m good for is getting you back to your universe,” Roger said bitterly.

Gabriel swallowed. That...That hurt a little. “I’m helping you, aren’t I?”

“Looks to me like I’m helping you more than you’re helping me!” Roger retorted.

“What exactly is it with you anyway, Roger?” Gabriel said, his hurt turning back to anger and fueling it. If Roger wanted to hit below the belt, then he would too, dammit. “And what's with that fake-ass ‘I’m so brave’ front you use? We all know that you’re scared, that it’s an act."

Roger punched a hand on the dashboard then with absolute calm pulled the SUV to the shoulder of the road. He put it into park and killed the engine before turning to Gabriel. "Oh, that's hilarious,” he said, glaring daggers at him. “You are such a fucking hypocrite, Gabriel. Don't think that I haven't noticed how you use cheesy, two-bit humor to deflect what you don't want to talk about!"

Gabriel’s ire went nearly through the roof. No one had spoken to him like that since Dean Winchester. But it hadn’t cut as bad.

Holding Roger’s burning gaze, Gabriel said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Fuck. You.”

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alwayslilmisstreated · 3 years

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In Tune ~ Luka x MC (Light Smut)

Alice's heart thumped with the beat of the music that pulsed through the walls of the Black Army headquarters. She was making her way out to the gardens to get some air; the party had been in full swing for hours.

Welcoming the cool air that rushed across her flushed face as she made her way across the courtyard in the darkness. Alice made her way to her favorite tree and slowly slid down the trunk, letting it support her after her exertions.

Her head was spinning faster than the merry-go-round in St. James Park.

She'd graced every soldier who had asked a dance. As well as a shot of Cradle liquor, but it had been worth it.

King Lancelot and Ray had agreed upon a permanent cease-fire after a 500-year feud that had rocked the country. It would be a long time before everyone truly accepted the new ways, but Alice was looking forward to what the future would bring.

During the past month, she hadn't allowed herself to seriously think about a future here or back in the Land of Reason. She'd stayed to help deflect magic attacks during the onslaught, not being able to live with herself if she had fled and left everyone she cared about to their own devices and never knowing what had happened. Now, she could finally tell him how she felt.

"Alice? Is that you?" A voice called out in the night, causing her to jump. Footsteps sounded on the flagstones, drawing near.

Alice's lips pulled up into a smile, her body instantly relaxing. She knew that voice.

"What are you doing out here?" Luka's voice was full of concern. He dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Luka," Alice's voice with thick, throaty as she stared into his warm butterscotch eyes. "I'm so glad you're here."

Luka studied her slowly, his eyes guiltily dropping to the low neckline of her gown. And quickly up again at her deliciously pink face. He licked his lips carefully, slowly, before answering.

"You are?"

Alice leaned forward, the tip of her nose almost touching his, "I was hoping to talk to you alone."

Luka felt his throat go dry at those words. His body was buzzing with desire, that he was sure she could feel pulsing off of him. Everyone wanted to be with her; any personal attention from her would have been envied and treasured, and to think, she wanted to give those attentions to him!

She worried at her lip; her chest was rising and falling quickly now. "Do you remember when you played your violin for me?"

Luka's eyes narrowed in suspicion at that. Of course, he remembered. It had been two weeks ago, as a request for Ray's birthday, but what was this? He felt his hands ball into fists in his lap as he looked down at the grass, trying to stamp the fire inside him down.

Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol that was giving her the courage she needed. She slowly reached up to stroke his soft cheek with trembling fingers. "I want you to play me."

Luka blinked at this. "Pardon?"

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she took one of his balled fists into her hands, trying to coax his fingers to relax. "Touch me, Luka."

His body stiffened at the intentions of her words. "Alice, you've had quite a few drinks, maybe we should-"

"No, Luka," she whispered, her arms sliding down his neck to rest on his chest. " Please. I've wanted to be with you like this for so long." Her tone was needier than she wanted, her lips pouty. But she knew she had won when he didn't resist her as she softly pushed him back and climbed, nervously over his legs to straddle his hips.

Luka felt his restraint breaking as her weight settled on him. He'd wanted her like this, too. Suddenly his fingers were knotting in her hair, and he was pulling her face to his. A groan, almost sounding like a growl, rumbled through his chest. Slowly he felt his body giving in to his desire and needs.

Alice gasped in delight at the heat of his kiss, her fingers clutching the cloth of his shirt tightly. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she welcomed him eagerly. Her blood was on fire, boiling to a point she didn't know was possible to reach. So this was the fiery passion she had read about in her mother's romance novels, only better. Because this was real and, he was hers.

Painfully, Luka pulled away to look at her red, swollen lips. The sight burned his cheeks with satisfaction. "Undo your buttons," his tone was deep, full of lust.

Clumsily, Alice's fingers fumbled over the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse. Slowly with each button gone, a patch of innocent flesh was revealed to him; until she sat on his legs, completely bared for him. She shivered as a soft summer breeze rolled over her naked skin as she slid the silky material off her arms and let it fall behind her.

Her nipples hardened as Luka turned his molten gaze to her. "Turn around for me," he ordered. His hard girth twitched as she complied, her firm behind rubbing against him as she settled once more. Luka's breath was ragged as he pushed her hair to the side, holding her in place as he pressed his lips to the tender spot below her ear. He loved watching her body tighten under his feather-soft ministrations.

A small warning bell went off in Luka's head. His body would regret it later, but she was drunk. He could never take advantage of her in this state and have a good conscience.

Alice's relaxed as she nestled her back against Luka's chest, her chest pressing forward more boldly with each kiss he pressed to her neck. Her thighs loosened, coming to settle wide; across his legs as she softly ground her core against the groin of his pants.

Hungrily, Luka let the tip of his tongue trace a path to her collarbone. His hand moved up to cup one firm breast she offered him, his fingers gently rolling the swollen bud and coaxing a moan out of her.

"Luka," Alice hissed as his free hand moved from her waist to begin rubbing at the inside of her quivering thighs. Each movement pushed the material higher up her thighs until her naked skin glowed under the night sky. His touch sent pleasure sparking through Alice's body, and the more he teased, the less she was sure she could stay upright.

"Hmm," he murmured against her skin. He pressed his lips harder, suckling the spot.

"More," the word was barely audible through Alice's soft sighs and moans. She wasn't sure when the material between her legs had slid aside, but soon his fingers were slowly stroking the delicate skin hidden there. Her fingers clutched helplessly at the skin of his forearm, urging him on.

Luka tried to gather his thoughts through the haze of pleasure that was consuming him. It would be difficult, to pull away from her when he knew exactly what her body wanted. Her body was trembling as he teased her to greater heights of ecstasy with each stroke of his fingers.

When her body melted for him, he slipped his fingers inside her, stroking her from within.

Alice cried out softly as a new wave of euphoria coursed through her, leaving her weak and dizzy. Her toes curled as she pressed her body closer to his warmth. And when her release came, she threw her head back to rest on Luka's shoulder, her eyes closed and words of passion and love on her lips.

Luka waited for Alice to ride out the waves of her pleasure before planting a soft kiss into her hair and wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Alice. Will you stay in this world with me and make more music?"

Smiling, she turned her face to look up into his eyes. "Yes."

A sigh of relief escaped Luka's chest at those words. Now that war wasn't on the horizon waiting for them, he was looking forward to tomorrow.

*This short piece was requested from a friend to get me out of my writing slump. She wanted a picture of a gentleman with a side of steaminess. I only hope I delivered. Anywho, I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy.*

#ikemen revolution #luka clemence x mc #luka clemence #luka x mc #fan fiction #cybird #light smut #teasing #alcohol

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Business Trip: Part 24 - Square

“These students have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal.”

Mina’s first words to you as you enter her hotel room initially leave you puzzled, but upon realizing Jeongyeon and Choa were sitting on the bed clad in schoolgirl uniforms, it all fell into place.

“Is that so, Miss…”

“Miss Vice Principal will do,” Mina says, her tone still stern, her look towards Jeongyeon and Choa one of disapproval.

“Vice Principal,” you repeat, walking up to Mina until you are standing side by side. You are relieved that you decided to wear a pair of khakis and throw on a tie, as Mina was similarly dressed up in a grey blazer and matching pencil skirt. Jeongyeon was wearing a white button up shirt and a plaid skirt, while Choa was a white and red cheerleader outfit; you made a mental note to ask her just how she managed to get a hold of one under such short notice.

“These two have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal, and must be taught a lesson,” Mina says, approaching the two sitting girls. You notice for the first time that she is holding a long stick-like item in her hand, and she uses it to graze Jeongyeon’s chin, lifting it up so the younger Korean girl is making eye contact with her.

It was almost like God decided to dump a bucket of water out of the sky.

At least, that’s what it seemed like. The rainfall seemed heavy and unending - the word torrential was quite fitting - and had started almost immediately that morning and lasted most of the afternoon.

The gloominess of the weather seemed to match your mood quite well. A day has passed since your little liaison with Sana and the resulting session with her and Momo back in your hotel room. Time did little to dispel the worries that Sana decided to leave you with, and while you were happy that she and Momo were at least on friendly terms again, you were unable to forget her declaration of her feelings for you and the lies she told Momo to cover them up.

The weather kept any of you from going outside, but Momo was more than content to relax in the hotel room with room service and Netflix - by her own admission she was still recovering from the extremely pleasurable but thoroughly exhausting experience she shared with you and Sana the morning previous. And so you were alone when you decided to head out from the hotel room in search of dinner.

“Fuck,” you say out loud as you are presented with the prospect of a dash through the torrential downpour to get to the main building of the resort and the restaurant within.

“Fuck indeed,” a female voice says, and you turn to find Yoo Jeongyeon approaching you, a bright smile on her small face. Thankfully, in her hand is an umbrella.

“I’m heading to the resort restaurant to have dinner with Choa,“ she continues, “and I presume you’ll need rain-free transport to the same location,” she says with a little hint of suggestiveness.

“I’d appreciate a ride, yes,” you say suggestively with a smile, “and I’d be happy to pay in whatever way you deem fit.”

Jeongyeon gives a little chuckle before responding, “Nine times out of ten I’d take you up on that, boss, but to be quite honest I feel like shit at the moment and I’d probably end up vomiting all over you.”

“Well the mental image of that happening just chased away any potential boner I might have have had, so thanks.”

Jeongyeon giggles, her eye smile managing to bring some brightness into your otherwise dreary day. Her positivity and bright demeanour was infectious, and you found yourself smiling back at her.

“So why are you feeling like shit, exactly?”

“Choa and I kind of got completely wasted last night,” Jeongyeon replies, staring out at the rain, “and today I’m paying the price.”

“Well then we can be miserable over dinner together,” you reply.

“Oh yeah? And why are you so miserable? It must really suck, doing nothing but fucking two beautiful Japanese women for twenty four hours straight. I’m surprised you can walk.”

“How did you-”

“My room is right down the hall,” Jeongyeon answers, “and I saw Sana leave your room when I went to grab some aspirin and gatorade this morning.”

“Ahh,” you say, not quite sure how to explain the tricky circumstances of your relationship with Sana and Momo to Jeongyeon. You weren’t sure how much she knew about it, and didn’t want to share more than you had to.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Jeongyeon says quickly, “what you do with those two is your own business.”

You notice Jeongyeon has cast her eyes downward, playing idly with the handle of her umbrella. While she is facing the rain and you can only see half of her face, you notice that her smile has left her lips.

“Anyway,” she begins, eager to change the subject, “you should come grab dinner with Choa and I. Thankfully I have a portable rainfall deflection device handy which will ensure our journey to the restaurant is completed with a minimum of exposure to the elements.”

Jeongyeon unfurls her umbrella with a flourish before presenting you with her left hand, trying to look a little bit like a proper lady asking for a walk.

“Will you accompany me to dinner, dear sir?” she asks, attempting and failing to sound like some European noblewoman.

“I shall,” you answer, mocking a bow before taking her hand. You both sprint to the main resort building under the umbrella, and for a moment, with Jeongyeon’s hand clutching yours and with a bright smile on her face, the gloom is chased from your head.

---

Choa is already waiting at one of the two resort restaurants, which turned out, to your relief, to be a casual sports bar. She greets you warmly, and for a while you are happy to let the company of two cute girls distract you from your worries. Laughter and conversation came just as easily as the greasy bar food and cheap beer did.

“So Miss Yoo here apparently has a limit of two soju bottles,” Choa says as she grabs another onion ring, “she was out like a light after the second one. Lightweight.”

“I am not,” Jeongyeon replies as she turns to you, “what Miss Park fails to mention is that the second soju bottle was preceeded by a shit ton of beers and shots, as well as a drunken stumble downtown to find the nearest liquor store that sold soju. Also we were back in my room by the time I had the second bottle, and the bed looked mighty tempting.”

“You should see this girl’s hotel room,” Choa says to you, “it looks like a rich fourteen year old boy set up a gaming cafe in there.”

“Hey, I gotta keep up my ladder points. It’s a double experience weekend and I’m only a few k away from unlocking an AR I want.”

Choa looks quizzically at the younger woman.

“I don’t even know what the hell you just said,” she says, and the three of you share another laugh. You finish off the rest of your beer with a long sip, relishing the buzz from the liquor in your veins.

“I’ll get the next round!” Jeongyeon says as she notices your empty glass. With a happy buzz in her step, she gathers up the pitchers and heads to the bar.

Choa watches Jeongyeon try and mostly fail to get the attention of the overburdened bartender at the bar. She watches with a look not unlike the kind of look an older sister would give her younger sister. Ensuring the younger girl is out of earshot, Choa turns to you with a smile.

“I think it’s cute,” she says.

“What is?”

“The crush she has on you.”

“Crush? I don’t-“

“God, you’re so dense. How does Momo put up with you?”

“Jeongyeon? Me?”

Choa replies with a smug smile on her lips, evidently well entertained by what was going on in front of her. She grins playfully at you and grabs another onion ring from the plate of appetizers on your table.

“Guys!” comes the sound of Jeongyeon’s voice, “look who I found!”

You and Choa turn to watch as Jeongyeon reappears from the bar, a pitcher of beer in one hand and her other arm looped around the arm of Miyoui Mina, who had a little bit of an embarrassed smile on her face.

“Guys!” Jeongyeon continues, “Mina’s going to join us!”

Mina looks a little embarrassed and the smile on her face seems a little forced, but she is graceful and polite enough to accept Jeongyeon’s invitation as she takes a seat at your table, giving you and Choa nods of greeting. Jeongyeon pours her a glass.

“So I was saying,” Choa pipes up, “there was some interesting stuff in Jeongyeon’s hotel room.”

Jeongyeon slaps Choa’s forearm.

“Shut up, unnie.”

Jeongyeon’s plea only encourages Choa, and she leans towards the younger girl before asking, “So, how long have you been back in school, Jeongyeon?”

Mina and you share a questioning look, not quite sure what the older Korean girl was referring to. Whatever it was, it must have been embarrassing to Jeongyeon, as the younger girl’s cheeks have gone bright red.

“Shut up!” she says again, a little more insistently this time, not that it kept Choa from continuing.

“Jeongyeon, our friends here look a little lost, so I’ll explain - you see, our little IT specialist here appears to be taking classes, if the schoolgirl uniform I found in her room last night was any indication.”

“Unnie!” Jeongyeon exclaims, slapping Choa’s shoulder none too lightly. Choa laughs it off, clearly delighting in the teasing of her younger friend.

“Schoolgirl… uniform?” Mina says quietly, her tone plain, but with an undercurrent of interest, as though she were trying to appear less intrigued than she actually was. It’s almost imperceptible and you don’t think anyone else at the table saw it, but you notice that she is biting her lip slightly, her eyes locked on Jeongyeon.

“It’s nothing,” Jeongyeon says, her cheeks still bright red as she nervously brushes her hair behind her ear, “it’s just something I brought… just in case,” she finishes, shooting you a glance.

“Just in case what?” Mina asks, her tone suddenly serious, her attention completely focused on the younger Korean. Choa and you both notice her change in demeanour and share a look, both of you more than a little intrigued by the Japanese girl’s sudden interest in Jeongyeon’s baggage.

“Just in case… I dunno. Things got… interesting.”

Jeongyeon fidgets nervously with her hands before grabbing her beer and taking a few long swigs, eager to do something, anything, to alleviate the attention on her.

“Choa,” Mina says, turning to the older Korean girl, “do you also… have a uniform?”

Choa looks a little taken aback by the question, but answers, “Um, no…. but I suppose I packed something that could pass as a cheerleader uniform. Close enough, I guess?”

Mina suddenly stands, her face demure and reserved, completely at odds with the suggestive content of what she says next.

“You two are to be in my hotel room in twenty minutes, in uniform,” she says with an air of haughtiness, as though she were some sort of school official speaking to two delinquent students.

“And you,” she says, turning to lock eyes with you, “can report to my room in half an hour.”

With that, the Japanese girl leaves the table. When she is a few steps away, she turns and says one last thing to the three of you.

“Don’t be late. Tardiness will be punished.”

Mina leaves the bar. The three of you are stunned speechless by her instructions, until Jeongyeon rises and leaves without another word. Choa gives you a look, bites her lip slyly, and leaves soon after.

You drain what’s left of your beer, pay the bill, and leave the bar.

—-

“These students have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal.”

Mina’s first words to you as you enter her hotel room initially leave you puzzled, but upon realizing Jeongyeon and Choa were sitting on the bed clad in schoolgirl uniforms, it all fell into place.

“Is that so, Miss…”

“Miss Vice Principal will do,” Mina says, her tone still stern, her look towards Jeongyeon and Choa one of disapproval.

You notice that the stick-like object in Mina’s hand is a riding crop. Was there a sexual fetish store somewhere on the resort premises you weren’t aware of?

“And what should we do with them, Vice Principal?”

“The rules are clear,” Mina continues, leaving Jeongyeon to approach Choa, the tip of the riding crop dropping towards the blonde girl’s breasts. It lingers there, pressed lightly against Choa’s upper chest, until Mina slowly lets the tip wander up her neck, until she is caressing the side of her cheek with the thin leather rod.

“...they must be punished,” Mina finishes. Both Jeongyeon and Choa let small reactions appear on their faces - Jeongyeon bites her lip softly, while Choa lets a soft gasp escape her mouth as Mina’s riding crop grazes her left ear.

“What punishment did you have in mind, Vice Principal?”

Mina folds her arms, taking away the riding crop from Choa’s face in the process and eliciting a look of disappointment from the blonde. The Japanese girl brings a hand to her chin, tapping her own lip with a slim finger, evidently deep in thought.

“We’ll start with this one,” she says, turning to face Jeongyeon. With a slim hand she reaches out and traces Jeongyeon’s jawline with a finger. Her hand drifts upward, towards the nape of Jeongyeon’s neck… before placing her hand flat on her upper chest and pushing her until she is on her back on the bed.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Miss Yoo?” Mina asks, her riding crop now tracing a path down Jeongyeon’s long, slim body, the tip curving around her small breasts and flat stomach before reaching her plaid skirt and its short hem.

“Yes,” Jeongyeon answers - it’s only one word, but it is filled with desire. You knew from experience that she got off on roleplaying, and the scenario she found herself in was likely arousing her to no end. So you aren’t surprised when Mina’s riding crop begins, slowly, to lift the hem of her skirt up - and Jeongyeon moans in response.

Inch by inch, the perfect, creamy skin of the younger Korean girl’s thighs is revealed, until her skirt is almost completely bunched up around her lower belly, exposing her naked crotch.

“No underwear… as expected,” Mina observes, “you truly are a little slut, aren’t you, Miss Yoo? You do know what happens to little sluts like you, don’t you?”

“We… get punished, Vice Principal,” Jeongyeon answers, although the syllables that leave her mouth are more gasps than full words.

“That’s correct. Show her what happens to girls like her, Mr. Principal,” Mina finishes, turning to you with a devilish look in her eyes and a sly smile on her lips. On the bed, Jeongyeon raises her legs and spreads her thighs, resting her feet on the edge of the mattress. The pink lips of her pussy glisten wetly - it didn’t surprise you at all that she was getting off on all this.

You are unable to resist for even a moment, and soon you find yourself on her knees between her spread thighs - your tongue darts out, almost of its own accord, and soon Jeongyeon’s sweet nectar is filling your palette as you give her hot, slick pussy long licks from bottom to top, taking a moment to swirl the tip of your tongue around her clit each time you reach it.

Jeongyeon lets out a sharp gasp with each lick, and she quickly becomes a hot mess as you eat her wet, hot pussy, the gasps turning into soft moans as you settle into a rhythm, licking her heat with slow, broad strokes of your tongue. Her thighs try to close themselves around your head but you reach up with your palms and keep her legs spread, ensuring you have full access to her writhing, squirming crotch.

For long minutes you almost forget there are two other women in the room, so engrossed are you in the sweet treat you are devouring. The steadily increasing volume of Jeongyeon’s moans are the only thing your senses register beyond the taste and feel of her pussy - and soon her wordless sounds of pleasure become actual words.

“I… Oh! Mr. Principal… Oh… ahh! I’m… I’m gonna cum!”

It must have only been a minute or so, but the fact that she was already nearing orgasm likely spoke to how aroused she was the by the whole situation - she loved playing a role, being treated a certain way. And it all contributed to the build up of pleasure in her slim, young body; one she was unable and unwilling to fight.

Jeongyeon’s world explodes in white as you intensify your licks on her clit, and soon she orgasms, the pleasure wracking her body and forcing her thighs closed around your head despite your palms trying to keep her spread open. She shudders and shakes, and you feel a warm flush of her slick fluids enter your open mouth as she orgasms, the bittersweet taste of her juices slick on your tongue.

For a few long moments you savor the feel of Jeongyeon’s quivering pussy on your tongue as she slowly comes down from her high, giving her wet flesh long, slow licks, savoring her taste on your palette. When she has finally calmed down enough you give her mound a soft, almost chaste kiss before rising from your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before licking off her juices from your knuckles.

Mina and Choa have not been idle throughout your time working on Jeongyeon, and you are surprised to find that Mina has already divested Choa of her top, and is currently fondling the young woman from behind, her slim fingers cupping her full breasts as she looks over Choa’s shoulder at you with a sly, wicked look on her perfectly sculpted features.

Choa is a shuddering, writhing mess in Mina’s arms, her eyes half lidded with pleasure as Mina’s fingers work their magic on her body, the Japanese girl’s slim fingertips playing idly with her clearly stiff nipples. Mina raises her mouth to Choa’s ear and gives the Korean girl a lick from the bottom of her ear to the top; simultaneously, her right hand descends down towards Choa’s crotch, where she quickly lifts the hem of her cheerleader skirt before pressing her palm flat against the older girl’s crotch.

“Mmmm!” Choa moans out loud, every ounce of her turned into jelly by the younger girl.

“She’s drenched, Mr. Principal,” Mina says slyly from behind Choa’s shoulder, her eyes dripping with devilish intent, “we should do something about that.”

On the bed, Jeongyeon has recovered sufficiently from her orgasm, and rises to work the belt and unzip your pants. You look down and lock eyes with her to find her absolutely drunk with lust, biting her lip as she quickly succeeds in freeing your cock from your boxers. You reach down and stroke her hair appreciatively, and she lets her head fall back submissively, enjoying the feel of your approval.

Stepping out of your boxers and jeans, you make your way onto the bed, Jeongyeon making way for you as you lie down on your back.

“Perhaps Miss Park can show us how much she regrets her misbehaviour,” you say.

Choa turns to Mina for approval, and the Japanese girl nods with a wicked look on her face as she pushes the older girl forward softly with a palm on her back.

“Go show Mr. Principal just how sorry you are for what you’ve done,” Mina says, every syllable dripping with lust - pure, erotic lust.

Choa climbs onto the bed, her eyes half lidded with pleasure and drunk with lust. She straddles you quickly, reaching down to the hem of her cheerleader skirt before lifting it up with both hands, exposing her naked, dripping pussy. Reaching down with her right hand she grasps your rock hard shaft, giving it two quick strokes, delighting in the feel of your hard flesh in her palm. Biting her lip, she aims your tip towards her slick opening before slowly lowering herself onto you.

You both close your eyes at the feel of Choa sinking down onto your cock, your shaft spearing into her wet, tight, walls, her body so slick around you. You had had your fair share of fucking with Choa - hard fucks, slow fucks, and everywhere inbetween - but you never tired of her body, and how utterly wet and hot she was.

When she has fully impaled herself upon you, you open your eyes to find that she is biting one of her fingertips, her eyes still half closed in pleasure as she adjusts to the hard flesh inside her. She looked so utterly gorgeous, her slim, tight body naked except for her bunched up, pleated cheerleader skirt, sitting on your lap with her pussy stuffed with your cock - but the expression on her face was what took the cake. She was cute and adorable in day to day life, but when it came to sex she was captivating, those cute adorable features twisted deliciously by lust.

You are both ripped from your reverie by the loud, firm smack of flesh - Mina has struck Choa’s butt with her riding crop, eliciting a yelp from the older Korean girl.

“Well go on then, Miss Park,” Mina says firmly, “don’t just sit there.”

Choa obeys, and she begins to ride you - slowly at first, placing her hands on your chest as she slowly takes you in and out of her body with short movements of her hips - but soon she gathers speed, and she is riding you with a firm but steady motion, your shaft spearing in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

For long moments you are content to watch as Choa rides you, a stream of soft gasps and moans leaving her lips. Her breasts are brought together deliciously by her upper arms bracing her body against your chest, and you are unable to stop yourself from reaching up and fondling her soft mounds, teasing her stiff nipples with your thumbs. All the while she is fucking herself on your shaft, bouncing up and down, her hips grinding against you, doing all they can to take you in and out of her body as fast as they are able.

“Oh god, Mr. Principal… you’re so big… so big inside me! Oh! Ohhh! I’ve been… so bad… Ohh!”

You bring your hands to Choa’s thighs, and you are content for awhile to let her ride you, but her moans inspire you to become more of an active participant in this little liaison; her outfit, her submissiveness, her wet, slick heat - it all contributed to the sudden need to take control. And so you begin pumping up with your hips as Choa rides you, timing your thrusts with each of her downstrokes, thrusting your cock as deep as you could into her willing body.

“Sluts like you need… a good fucking to set you straight, don’t you, Miss Park!?”

“Yess!” Choa answers as she lets her head fall back, “Yes! I’ve been such a bad girl! Oh… oh god! I’m gonna cum!”

For a few moments Choa’s body freezes, her small frame completely wracked with pleasure as an orgasm takes her by surprise - her pussy tightens exponentially around you, and for a moment you have to fight off your own orgasm. The sight of Choa’s quivering, shaking body atop your hips makes it difficult, though, as her entire frame goes taut and she succumbs fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands seek in vain for something to grasp, something to hold on to, finally finding purchase in your own palms on her thighs. Her nails dig almost painfully into the back of your hand.

It takes a supreme amount of effort not to join the orgasming Korean girl on your cock, and you would have been completely content with turning her onto her back and pounding away at her willing body until you came in her… but you knew there was one more thing that had to be done.

And presently, that thing was standing at the foot of the bed.

Mina Miyoui had watched while you ate Jeongyeon out and let Choa ride herself to orgasm on your shaft, but presently she had a look of what was surely feigned concern on her face as Jeongyeon stands behind her, twisting the Japanese girl’s arm behind her back.

Somewhere along the way, Jeongyeon had gotten a hold of Mina’s riding crop - and presently she was pressing it against the Japanese girl’s cheek.

“Mr. Principal,” Jeongyeon begins, a wickedness in her eyes, “it seems Miss Vice Principal here is not entirely innocent of the same crimes she charged Miss Park and I with.”

Choa slumps her limp body off your shaft to fall to the side of the bed as you look up at Mina, squirming in Jeongyeon’s grasp.

“Is that so, Miss Yoo?”

“Yes,” Jeongyeon replies, letting her right hand, with the riding crop, fall towards Mina’s crotch. She lifts up her thin, tight pencil skirt before pressing her hand between Mina’s thighs; the Japanese girl tries and fails to hide the look of pleasure that flashes on her model-like features. The fact that she tried to hide her arousal only made it more attractive.

“Hmmm,” Jeongyeon continues, raising her right hand in front of Mina and herself to reveal her glistening fingertips, “it seems Miss Vice Principal here is indeed a slut.”

“How should we punish her?” comes the sudden question from Choa, evidently recovered enough to ask as she lies on the bed. She licks her lips in anticipation.

You stand up from the bed, as nonchalantly as you are able. Jeongyeon takes the hint and pushes Mina onto it.

“Miss Yoo, Miss Park… strip her.”

Jeongyeon and Choa jump at the opportunity, their lust-addled minds giving them ample strength and determination as they strip Mina of her clothes - Choa slips her blazer jacket from her slim shoulders, while Jeongyeon quickly works the buttons and zipper on Mina’s skirt before she slides it down her long, perfect legs and off. Mina, for her part, doesn’t resist, a look of defiance on her face.

“I refute your claims,” Mina answers, defiant, “I’m no slut.”

Jeongyeon suddenly grasps Mina’s wrist and presses her down onto the bed. On the other side of her, Choa does the same, until both girls are holding the Japanese girl down onto the bed.

“Mr. Principal will be the judge of that,” Jeongyeon answers, turning to you and shooting you a look of unbridled wickedness.

The sight of Mina being held down by Jeongyeon and Choa, her perfect, model-like body squirming as she pretended to resist, was nothing short of utterly captivating. There was no malice here, no real negative intent - the four of you were merely playing roles. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the need to punish the Japanese girl, to own her, break that haughty, proud demeanor she always had.

You step forward and Mina makes a show of keeping her legs together, forcing you to spread them apart with a palm on each full, warm thigh. Her pussy beckons invitingly, her wet flesh glistening, ready to be taken.

You grasp your shaft, still wet and glistening with Choa’s juices, and press it against Mina’s wet flesh. You slap her pussy with your cock, delighting in the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, and the gasps of surprise that escape Mina’s mouth. She is making a show of it, pretending to resist Jeongyeon and Choa’s grip on her wrists, but you knew she wanted it, knew she was willing and utterly craving the fucking that she was about to receive.

You place the head of your shaft between her wet lips and with one full, hard stroke, you enter her pussy for the first time.

You had had her ass before, but never her pussy - your little session a few months before, when she had insisted her pussy was only for girls, had only heightened your desire to finally fuck her. And now that you were buried fully inside her, you realized the wait was completely worthwhile. She was tight, tighter than Choa but not as tight as Jeongyeon - but with a hot, warm slickness that made her body utterly sinful to be inside.

Mina gasps loudly as you fill her pussy for the first time.

“Ohh!.... Oh…. You… can fuck me all you want, Mr. Principal… but I’ll never… admit to being a slut.”

“Is that so, Miss Miyoui? Your body says otherwise.”

“I’ll… I’ll never give in.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You grasp her full thighs and bury yourself as deep as you can inside her body before withdrawing your shaft for the first time - then you start fucking Miyoui Mina.

Mina had the body of a model, with long, thin limbs and a perfectly sculpted face with features like those of a princess. She had an air of grace and a demure personality to match that elevated her above the average girl into something almost royal.

But now, with that same body being rocked with thrusts into her pussy and with that face twisted by lust and pleasure, her air of grace had fallen hard to reveal a woman who had fully given in to the allure of physical pleasure.

Her small breasts, round and perfectly shaped, bounce enticingly with each thrust, her full thighs and long legs wrapped tightly around your hips as you piston in and out of her tightly grasping pussy. Her body was completely sublime, her tightness almost unbearable, her pussy hot and warm around you. Occasionally she would squirm in a token attempt to resist Jeongyeon and Choa’s grasp on her body, but you knew it was only for appearances, and soon those token attempts for show stopped altogether as Mina slowly, inexorably gave in to the darker desires inside her young body.

“Oohhhh… oh! No… no…. No, I won’t…. Oh!”

“Give… in…” you manage to hiss between thrusts, “Give in, Miss Vice Principal.”

“Let yourself go, Miss Vice Principal!” Choa adds in as she watches the erotic show playing on in front of her, unable to resist grasping one of Mina’s bouncing breasts with her free hand. She teases the Japanese girl’s breast, grasping her stiff nipple between her index finger and thumb, just as Mina had done to her earlier.

“Let yourself enjoy the hard cock in that tight little pussy of yours,” Jeongyeon adds, “I bet you enjoy the fucking he’s giving you. I bet you enjoy being used.”

“No… No…. oh!”

Mina’s resistance only turns you on further. You wanted more than just to fuck her, now - you wanted to break her, own her, use her.

You withdraw your shaft from her body and quickly grasp her hips, turning her around. Jeongyeon and Choa take the hint and turn Mina over until she is on her belly, and on her knees atop the bed. Grasping Mina’s upturned ass, you drive yourself once more inside her, fucking her again from behind.

“Oh!! Ohhhh…. Oh god! I… I’m… I’m so close!”

Mina was even tighter from behind, her tight wetness grasping you, her flesh wrapping around you, unwilling to let you go. You grasp her full, round ass tightly, delighting in the sight of your drenched cock as it pistons in and out of the Japanese girl’s writhing body.

“You can cum… if you admit you’re a slut.”

“No! I… I’m not!”

“Do it,” Choa hisses, bringing her face to Mina’s, her small tongue darting out to lick what was probably a bead of sweat from the Japanese girl’s cheek, “give in.”

“Do you like that cock in your pussy?” Jeongyeon adds, “because he can fuck you whenever you want.. If you just admit it… admit you’re a slut.”

“No… I’m so… so close…” Mina says, her voice quivering now, completely lacking the proud, proper tone she usually had, “please…. Please let me cum.”

You draw your shaft out of her body completely, and Mina gasps. You grasp your slick shaft and tease her drenched lips with the head of your cock.

“I’ll keep fucking you… and make you cum… if you just admit it. And if you’re a nice girl, I’ll even fill you with cum.”

Mina’s head falls between her shoulders.

“I’m… a slut.”

“What was that?” Jeongyeon asks, a mock look of disapproval on her face. She was really into all this, even more so than Choa or even Mina. She loved every moment of it, loved the reversal of roles and her new position of dominance.

“Yes! I’m a slut! I’m your little slut, Mr. Principal!” Mina says, her words full of desperation and need, “Now please… please fuck me!”

You can’t help but grin widely. She was broken now, and she was yours.

You press the tip of your shaft once more to Mina’s dripping opening, and with one hard thrust you bury yourself once more inside her. She was even tighter now, if such a thing were possible. The seconds pass as you fuck the mewling, quivering Japanese girl from behind, although they feel like an eternity, each thrust into her body bringing the both of you closer and closer to orgasm.

It doesn’t take long - she was already on the verge of orgasm, and the resumption of your hard, fast thrusts into her body bring her quickly to the very edge, and with just a few more thrusts, completely over it.

“Oh… oh god! I’m cumming! Your little slut is cumming! Ohhhh!”

Mina casts her head back, and her body writhes in pleasure as she cums, Jeongyeon and Choa struggling to hold her down as she shakes and quivers in their grasp. Her pussy tightens exponentially around your pistoning shaft, and you grit your teeth as you fuck her right through her orgasm, your grip tightening so much around her ass you worry for a moment that you might hurt her.

“Oh… Mina… I’m gonna cum too,” you say, calling her by her name, forgetting any trace of the role playing that the four of you had done to that point.

“Please…” Mina says, her head fallen down onto the bed now, unable and unwilling to keep herself upright, “please… please fill your little slut’s hot pussy with cum! Cum inside me, please!”

With one last hard, strong thrust into Miyoui Mina’s body, you finally cum, sending streams of thick, white semen into her welcoming pussy for the first time. She pumped so utterly full of your cum that it quickly overflows out of her body around your shaft, leaking down both of your drenched crotches and onto the bedsheets below her upraised ass. You slow your thrusts as you cum, and you watch as thick white cum appears from around your slowly softening shaft as it leaves Mina’s body with a mess of semen.

The rest of the evening is a daze, but eventually the four of you wind up in bed. Mina is curled up with Choa, and you find yourself with Jeongyeon’s head on your chest as she falls asleep. The exhaustion of the session finally catches up with you, and you allow yourself to fall willingly into the embrace of sleep.

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When you wake up the next morning, Choa and Mina are gone - you assume they left somewhere overnight or earlier in the morning. Jeongyeon remains, her slim form still asleep next to yours, snoring softly, a look of utter contentment and peace on her features. You admire her beauty for a few long seconds, her newly grown out long brown hair framing her face as she continues to doze off.

Eventually you disengage yourself from her, successfully keeping her asleep, and tossing on your khakis, you step out onto the balcony. The session with Jeongyeon, Choa and Mina was a pleasant distraction, but the worries still remained, particularly with Sana and her declaration of her feelings for you the day before.

A few minutes pass in silence as you sit on one of the two chairs on the balcony, trying to find some solace in the newly risen sun.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” comes a voice - Jeongyeon is leaning on the balcony door, her tall, slim frame wrapped with a blanket. She made for a gorgeous sight, with her long hair tousled by a night of sleep, her soft, small features painted with tones of orange and yellow by the rising sun.

“It is,” you answer, although a part of you knew you were talking more about the young Korean girl than about the sunrise.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind, boss,” Jeongyeon says softly.

“I have my worries, yes,” you answer with a sigh, looking back onto the sunrise.

“Let me guess - about Sana and Momo?” Jeongyeon asks as she steps out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing. The blanket wrapped around her is thin and almost translucent in the soft sunlight, highlighting the perfect outline of her tall, slim frame.

“Yes,” you answer after a long pause.

Jeongyeon lets your answer linger in the air for a moment as you both watch the sun rise and the city slowly wake up.

“Are they worth it?”

Her question surprises you, and you find yourself just as surprised with your hesitance to answer. You should have immediately said yes, but a small part of you kept you from doing so.

Jeongyeon doesn’t give you much more time to think, as she turns from the railing and steps towards you. She reaches down with her slim hand and grasps yours.

“Maybe it’s time to think about what else is out there,” she says, and in that moment you are utterly captivated by her - by her perfect face, her long, chocolate hair, her slim frame - but most of all, her soft, round eyes, and the emotion within those deep brown pools.

Jeongyeon pulls you up out of the chair and into the room, where she lets the blanket fall from her body. She pushes you onto the bed and you sit there as she falls to her knees and pulls off your khakis before pleasuring you with her lips and tongue. Once you are hard she takes you into her mouth, sucking your shaft slowly, letting you relish each movement.

When she is satisfied that you are ready, she pushes you once more onto the bed until you are on your back, and straddling you, she takes you inside her and rides you, slowly, carefully, passionately - there is no role to be played here, no roughness or mock submissiveness - only passion, and emotion, and intimacy between two people.

Jeongyeon is the first to cum, and you watch, enraptured, as she writhes in pleasure atop you, her moans and sighs of pleasure giving voice to the emotions that her words cannot. Grasping her body to yours you turn over so you are atop her, and soon you are thrusting in and out of her once more. When you cum inside her soon after it is with your head buried in her neck and her limbs wrapped around your body as though welcoming you into her very essence, allowing you to see who she really was at her very core, past the sarcastic and geeky exterior to the young, innocent woman she was inside, one that just wanted to love and be loved.

You are a tangled mess now of bedsheets and sweaty limbs, your chests heaving with your recent exertion as you both lie naked atop the bed. Jeongyeon reaches a hand to your cheek and kisses you.

You feel yourself surrender completely to her.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #twice jeongyeon #yoo jeongyeon #twice mina #miyoui mina #aoa choa #park choa #pov smut #male reader

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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How about Solomon Burkes Cry to me for Ethan and MC? Specifically the lines 'loneliness is such a waste of time' And 'Come on take my hand and baby won't you walk with me'

i tried really really hard to write fluff....

Midnight Loneliness

Word Count: 2.1k Warning: fluff 🤷🏻‍♀️ Summary: This takes place after the kiss outside Ethan’s apartment in OHSY Chapter 8.

A/N: I attempted fluff. Please be gentle it’s not my forte.

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Becca had left Ethan’s apartment in her ride-share a little over two hours ago. Her head was still dizzy from their kiss - their first kiss in months. A kiss Ethan Ramsey initiated. She felt high and completely weightless, like she was dancing through the evening on a cloud and no amount of darkness could bring her down. Becca wasn’t dreaming; if his actions told her anything it’s that Ethan still feels something for her and all these months of waiting and tiptoeing were all worth it for a few moments of unsullied bliss.

After her shower and settling into her bed for the evening with the biggest grin still plastered on her face. Becca unlocked her phone to look at the candid picture she had taken earlier of Ethan standing in front of his stove with the dish towel draped over his shoulder and the smile from her ‘heat’ joke still present on his lips. It was a snapshot of a happier Ethan, of a happier life they pretended to have for a few sacred moments. With her teeth digging into her swollen lip, and against her better judgment, she texted him.

She wanted to make a joke and then bring up the kiss, but knew better. She knew savoring the moment was a luxury she needed to afford because one wrong move and he’d be gone to her again. Becca wanted to hold onto this sliver of clarity for as long as possible.

They sent the next message at the same time;

When he didn’t respond right away she decided to try and provoke a response.

Becca: Are you lonely, Dr. Ramsey?

Still, minutes passed without a sarcastic or curt response to her promiscuous message. She assumed he was cleaning up from the evening and getting ready for bed. Ethan is pushing 40 after all.

With great excitement Becca bolted out of bed. She threw on the closest items of clothing she could find; black workout leggings with mesh cutouts, her over-sized UCLA pullover hoodie and her trusty ADIDAS sneakers. As quickly as she could she threw her phone in her pocket after making sure her debit card and I.D. were still in the case. As she made her way out the door she threw her still damp hair into a messy bun. If her roommates called after her Becca didn’t hear them.

His black sedan was sitting at the curb right out front of her building. In a few eager hops she slid into the leather seat through the awaiting unlocked door.

“Wouldn’t think of you as a spontaneous man, Dr. Ramsey,” Becca smiled as she buckled herself in for a thrilling evening.

Ethan hadn’t looked at her since she entered the car, his attention fixated on the gearshift and their destination ahead.

“I have my moments, Rookie.”

She cocked her head to see the faintest smirk gracing his features in the dark car and illuminated by the warm glow of the passing streetlamps. “How many more surprises could you pack into one evening?”

They drove for what seemed to be too long to be heading back to his place. Actually, Becca wasn’t sure they were going back to his apartment at all. None of these streets seemed familiar.

“Where’re we going?”

“You’ll see. Patience, Rookie.”

Becca rolled her eyes but couldn’t be mad. This little excursion was exhilarating and it had barely even started yet!

They were driving closer to the water, the road illuminated with bright white flood lights. Looking over she could see Ethan more clearly now. He was in light blue jeans and a faded navy blue zip-up hoodie that she was sure accentuated his crystal clear eyes. Her eyes traveled up from his body and to his face just under his still nearly-perfect wispy hair. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes were a type of heavy she hadn’t seen since… since Naveen almost died.

“Were you crying?” Becca asked with a deep and heavy heart.

His response was low and flat, a typically Ethan deflection, “That obvious?”

Becca was an aspiring diagnostician with amazing intuition, and not to mention she knew Ethan better than he’d like to admit.

“Your eyes are still a little red,” she told him. She bit her lip and sat on her hands as she toyed with asking, “What happened?”

Quickly he dismissed, “It’s fine.” Becca naturally gave him a look; she didn’t think he would notice as they drove along the coast. But he knew it was coming. Ethan did know her inherent reactions whether either of them realized it or not. “We spoke about the concerns I told you about earlier.”

She knew there was more that he wasn’t telling her. Ethan very seldom opened up about his vulnerability and she felt she was privy to enough of his secrets for one day. Boldly, Becca wrapped her hand around his resting on the gearshift. Ethan let her fingers fall between his. Holding on tightly he brought their hands up to place the faintest of kisses on the back of her hand. The fresh smell of coconuts and a clear day lingering on her skin that was so distinctly Becca were soothing his woes with every breath.

Her eyes fluttered closed the second his lips met her skin. “You don’t have to do this alone,” she said softly, afraid of ruining the moment. “I’m here, whenever you need to vent.”

“I know.” Ethan rotated their hands so he could fully keep her safely within his own. In that moment Ethan wanted to say something, the most important of somethings.

“Rebecca…”

But he didn’t get the chance. She felt it coming.

“I know.”

They held onto one another just a bit tighter.

The next ten minutes of the ride passed in comfortable silence. Becca looked out the window as they turned onto a darker side road and into a desolate parking lot. There were only two other cars save for them and it seemed like a few teenagers were… doing what teenagers do. Briefly Becca recalled all the evenings she spent dilly dallying with her friends in mall parking lots during high school. What could Ethan possibly have in store for them?

He parked in the far corner away from the teens and closest to the grassy park. Becca sat there stunned as Ethan got out of the car. He let out a small chuckle after he opened her door when she looked up at him with furrowed eyes and a wrinkled nose.

“Come,” He held his hand out for her to take.

She raised her eyebrow further to the sky - It’s the middle of the night and they’re in an empty parking lot. What is going on?

“Won’t you walk with me, or do you have other plans?”

Brown met playful blue, “Promise you’re not going to murder me in a bush.”

“If I was going to murder you, I wouldn’t do it out in the open,” Ethan scoffed. He tried to be stern but his smile betrayed him.

“That’s…” she undid her seat-belt slowly and shook her head, “Not reassuring at all.”

“Rookie, lets go.”

That was all the push she needed.

Happily, her laced fingers held onto him securely as they walked through the parking lot to a patch of grass leading to the water. Becca wanted to stop and take in the peaceful scene before them - a rare moment to find in a bustling city, but Ethan pulled her along.

They walked along the receding shore and climbed over a few large rocks and a jetty. They did so in silence. Ethan was on a mission to get to the perfect spot and Becca was too excited to ruin the moment.

Eventually they made it to another patch of grass hidden in the midnight spring air. The area was almost pitch black save for three muted streetlights in the distance. Ethan halted their movements and she took the hint.

“A lighthouse?” she questioned as she continued taking in their surroundings. Becca pointed to an empty parking field not too far from the large striped building. “Why didn’t we just park up next to it.”

“It’s private property,” he told her matter-of-factly. “But here,” he motioned with his arms to the few meters of grass around them, “because of codes this little patch of grass is part of the public park we just trekked through.”

Becca was still confused as to what they’re doing here.

Ethan pointed to the sky and all the stars in their full glory, “It’s one of the least light polluted spots in the city.”

She used her pointer finger to point past Ethan and to the very obvious lighthouse. Logic told her that the space was going to be polluted with light - that’s a lighthouse’s job, after all.

“What’s that lighthouse missing, Rookie?”

She squinted as if thinking. Then it clicked. “A light…”

“Exactly.” He instructed, “Look up.”

There were agile flecks passing through the sky quickly. If Becca dared to blink she’d miss it.

Ethan watched her as she looked up in wonderment. “Meteor shower,” he explained tenderly with a squeeze of their hands.

“Make a wish,” she whispered back.

For a second Becca let herself close her eyes and wish the greatest wish of all. Her heart’s greatest wish.

Ethan wrapped his arms around her petite frame, resting his head closely against hers. They stood in comfortable silence as this once in a lifetime event occurred. They savored one another for as long as their legs and craned necks would allow. After a few moments in their embrace he pulled them down to the ground for a fuller view of the expansive darkness above them. His arm stayed around her and she was tucked at his side. Her head rested on his chest. Everything was simply comfortable.

Becca wanted to know how he came across this place. She wanted to really know why he picked her up and what their kiss earlier meant. She wanted to know if he wished for the same thing she did on one of the shooting stars. But she didn’t. Tonight wasn’t the night to disturb the peace, it was a night to embrace it. He was letting his guard down and she didn’t know how long it would last this time.

She listened contentedly to the beating of his heart and cherished each bob of her head as his chest rose and fell with easy breaths.

Ethan was the one to break their silence.

“What did you wish for?”

Becca lifted herself up to look him in the eye, “If I tell it won’t come true.” Her sly smile told him all he needed to know.

Ethan looked up at the incredible woman looking down at him. Her dewy brown hair pulled back in a messy bun, her face free of make up letting the small specks of freckles over her nose glisten in the moonlight. Her doe brown eyes held a wonderment and safety he wanted to bottle up for all of eternity. He let his thumb trail over the freckles. Her eyes closed on contact with his warmth and her lips parted on instinct. He just stared at her. Becca. Dr. Rebecca Lao. His closest friend.

His Rookie.

And for the second time that night Ethan leaned in.

They kissed for as long as their lungs would allow. All feelings of rush from earlier gone, and now it was pure unadulterated bliss. They could take their time under the moonlight, absolutely no interruptions or anyone waiting back at home.

Becca and Ethan could simply be.

Becca’s body was on fire. She hadn’t felt this alive since that first time in his apartment. Everything about Ethan felt so right. His hands caressed her back, pulling her closer and teasing the hem of her top. Every fiber of her being kept egging her to keep going, to settle onto him, yet her mind told her to wait. Deep in her soul Becca Lao knew Ethan Ramsey was worth the wait.

With ragged lively breaths, looking into his stunning clear blue eyes she felt those words creeping up onto her tongue.

“Ethan…”

“I know,” he echoed, his baby blues so full and his thumb caressing her cheek. “I promise we’ll talk about us soon.”

And with that he kissed her again and they settled into the soil for a few hours more.

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my-one-true-l · 3 years

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i love your take on ryuk and rem as humans!! i was wondering if you could make a scenario on how rem(human) met her s/o?

Hello Dear Anon!😊🖤 Thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my take on Ryuk and Rem as humans!

A/N: Original HC post can be found here and here is a little one shot I did of Shinigami Rem with a human love interest as well.

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The sun peeked out from behind the heavily clouded sky that afternoon. It was unusually warm for spring, the scent of early blooms wafting through the park as Rem sat on the bench outside the building where her practice was located. It wasn’t often she stepped away from her desk, usually opting for a working lunch, finding that no matter how hard she tried, there was never enough time, but today she decided to grab a lavender iced tea and take a few minutes to herself, watching strangers happily enjoying the nice weather alongside her.

“Mind if I share your bench? The park is pretty busy today.”

Lost in the show society was putting on before her, Rem never heard the young woman approach. She dragged her blue eyes toward the sound of the voice lilting in her direction, lavender and gold flecks catching the fleeting sunlight. “Oh, of course.” Sliding all the way to the far end, Rem made room so she could sit.

“Are you from around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” She giggled nervously, her cheeks instantly flushing. “God, that sounds like a cheesy pickup line. I really was just making conversation.”

“Oh, I didn’t….It’s okay.” Rem couldn’t help the color rising across her complexion, deflecting to put her new acquaintance at ease. “I work in the building over there.” She pointed a slender finger to a skyscraper towering across the street. “I don’t usually come out for my breaks. I’m kind of a workaholic.”

“That’s close to where I work…over there.” The woman gestured to a small shop somewhere in the vicinity of the park. “Maybe we this is the first of many times we can share a bench…since we work near each other and all.”

“I certainly hope so.” A slight smile graced Rem’s lips, a tiny spark flickering in her heart. “I’m Rem. It’s nice to meet you…”

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hopecountysfavhoe · 3 years

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‘Cold’ Chapter Sixteen Pt.1

Rating: 18+? This rating thing is harder than I thought it would be lmao

Word count: 2,271

The Deputy woke up in a familiar bed. Her head was pounding, causing her to keep her eyes shut. Then she heard it.

Beep, beep, beep.

The gentle beeping of the heart rate monitor in the clinic. Instantly her eyes shot open. The Deputy looked around at the room she was in, it was the clinic room she fought to get out of so desperately. She tried to rub her face but something blocked her hand from lifting. She looked down and saw that her hands were hand cuffed to the edge of the clinic bed.

She tried to remember what happened and how she got to the clinic. She remembered shooting with Grace and the walk back to the church but after that it got dark. Panic suddenly grabbed hold as she went down the list of what could have happened. What if she heard 'Only You' and hurt Grace? What if she hurt Nick or Kim or even worse, Carmina? The Deputy struggled against the handcuffs, desperately trying to find someone to tell her what happened.

Hearing the Deputy struggle, the doctor walked in to check on her.

"Good, you're awake." She greeted in a kind voice and pulled out a clipboard.

"What happened? Did I hurt anybody? Why am I handcuffed?" The words stumbled out of the Deputy's mouth quicker than she could sit up.

"Everything is fine, you just gave your friends a good scare. You were shot with a Bliss Bullet but thankfully Grace was able to get you out of harms way before any Peggies got their hands on you. As for your handcuffs those are just precautionary to make sure you don't hurt yourself or yank out an IV." Relief from the doctor's words instantly made the Deputy relax. She leaned back into the bed, not straining against her holds. "All of the Bliss should be out of your system by now." The Doctor said and checked an IV she had hooked up to the Deputy.

"How long do I have to stay here?" The Deputy asked as the doctor unlocked her handcuffs.

"I can discharge you now, but you have to use your crutch. And have you been taking your pills?" The doctor asked and the Deputy nodded while rubbing her wrists.

"Everyday at the 8 am and again at 8pm." The Deputy informed her and the doctor nodded.

She scribbled a note on her clipboard before she looked down at the Deputy. Her face told the Deputy exactly what she was going to say before she even said it. "What did I say about gunfights?" She asked.

"I didn't even do anything this time! I was just walking with Grace and I got shot." The Deputy defended herself and the doctor nodded.

"Look, I get it. You don't like taking a break, you want to get back out there and protect people but your health has to come first." The doctor lectured her and the Deputy pushed her hair out of her face.

"I understand but I can't just take a break. People die if I take a break, my friends die if I take a break." The Deputy argued and the doctor held up her hands defensively, she didn't want to get the Deputy too upset.

"While you heal a little more just help people in a different way, maybe you can deliver food to people or help plant a garden? Just something that doesn't get you put in harms way. You got lucky this time, Deputy. Your reaction to the Bliss didn't cause you to re-injure yourself, but I don't know if that kind of luck will last. I'm discharging you but you still need to be back for that two week check up." The doctor's words were firm and the Deputy knew there would be no swaying her mind.

But the Deputy was an adult and she could make her own decisions, even if they were the wrong ones so the Deputy just agreed to whatever the doctor told her to do so that she could stop fussing even if she knew she would ignore the doctor. The Deputy got discharged and left the clinic, happy to be out of that place.

She found her truck sitting in the driveway, that must have been what Grace drove her to the clinic in. The Deputy got in and drove back to Nick and Kim's house to apologize for scaring them.

When she pulled up to the house Nick was working on his truck in the front driveway. "Hey Nick." The Deputy greeted and got out of her truck.

Nick was bent over the hood, fiddling with something in engine. When he heard the truck pull up he glanced back to see who it was. When he saw the Deputy get out of the truck he backed out of the hood and turned to face her.

"Hey Dep, how are ya feeling?" He asked and immediately the Deputy noticed he had a black eye.

"What happened to your eye?" The Deputy ignored his question.

"It's nothing." Nick turned back to look at the truck, he always did that when he was deflecting.

"Did I do that to you?" The Deputy asked, her tone softened with concern.

Nick turned back around to face the Deputy, his head angled toward the dirt. "Kinda, well not really, but yeah..."

The Deputy rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry." She apologized. "Did I hurt anyone else?"

"No, me and Grace held you down before you could hurt anybody." He admitted and the Deputy let out a deep sigh.

"I'm really sorry, Nick. It won't ever happen again." The Deputy kept apologizing, shame and fear evident in her voice.

"Hey Dep it's ok, I know it wasn't directed towards me. It's fine now anyway right?" Nick asked and the Deputy shook her head.

"I shouldn't be here, I'm putting you and Kim and Carmina at risk especially with John looking for me." The Deputy told Nick and he looked to the ground.

"As much as I hate it, I think that's true. I'm sorry Dep, you know you're welcome anytime but maybe you should stay somewhere safer, just till things die down a little bit." He suggested and the Deputy nodded.

"I'm gonna go stay with Sharky for a while ok? Just until things blow over some. I have to go grab my crutch and my jacket." The Deputy wasn't angry with Nick's suggestion, actually she was happy about it. Now she didn't have to worry about taking advantage of Nick and Kim or about John's men coming in in the middle of the night for her.

Nick nodded and let her go to the house. "Kim isn't here, just so you know. She took Carmina over to a friends house." Nick advised the Deputy.

"Got it, thanks." The Deputy walked up the front steps and made short work of finding her crutch and jacket. It looked like it was in the middle of being mended. Kim has stitched up numerous holes and the frayed hem of her sleeve. The Deputy didn't remember asking her to do that but it was heart warming.

Honestly the Deputy didn't know why she'd even come there other than Kim's wishes. She was putting everyone in that home in danger just by being near it, she was putting Carmina in danger. The thought of something happening to any of them because of her made the Deputy's stomach turn.

Before she left the Deputy found a piece of paper and wrote a note to Nick and Kim thanking them for letting her stay with them. She set the note on the coffee table and grabbed her jacket and crutch and left the house. She said one final goodbye to Nick and drove off.

While she drove the Deputy felt around in the pockets of her jeans until she found what she was looking for. It was a small paper note that she'd peeled off the Bliss bullet when it first shot her. Now she unfolded the tiny note and read what it said.

Come home, soldier.

It was Jacob, he'd found her.

The Deputy fumed while she drove. Jacob fucking Seed was the one that shot her, or at least he sent one of his men to shoot her. Everything added up to him being there though. There was no capture party, there were no hunters, nobody to pick her up. He just shot her with a Bliss bullet to fuck with her head, not to kidnap her.

The Deputy muttered curses to herself (and Jacob) while she watched the scenery around her change from the warm sunny fields of Holland Valley to the tall pines and old cabins of the Whitetail Mountains. She may have told Nick that she was going to spend sometime with Sharky but she changed her mind. She had some revenge to take.

She'd already called Jess on the radio and asked her to meet her at the lumbar mill. Jess was more than happy to agree, especially after hearing the vengeful tone in her voice. When she pulled up to the lumbar mill Jess was already standing out front, her bow ready in her hands. The Deputy didn't get out of the truck, just stopped and let Jess get in.

"Where are we going?" Jess asked while she hopped in the passenger seat.

"I don't know but it might get messy." The Deputy warned as she backed out the way she came.

They drove in silence for a while, not even listening to the radio. Jess glanced over at the Deputy. "Not that I don't love this new vengeful side of you but I gotta ask, where is it coming from?" She asked as the Deputy pulled down a random dirt road.

"You know how they say 'it's all fun and games till you kick the hornets' nest'?" The Deputy asked and slowed the truck to a halt.

"I don't think anyone says that but I get the point." Jess admitted and looked over at the Deputy while she put the truck in park.

"Well Jacob Seed has officially kicked this hornet's nest." The Deputy shut off the truck and hopped out. Jess followed her as she marched into the woods.

"Alright! Now we can have some real fun!" Jess exclaimed and hefted her bow. "What are we gonna do to him?"

"We're pretty close to the Veterans Centre, aren't we?" The Deputy asked and Jess nodded. "We're going to send Jacob a little surprise." The dark tone in the Deputy's voice was making Jess uncomfortable. Yes that is Jess as in the trash-talking, scary Jess. So her being uncomfortable meant a lot.

"What are you planning?" She asked hesitantly. She of course wanted to fuck with Jacob but she didn't know how far the Deputy was willing to go.

"You'll see." The Deputy assured her and snuck through the trees. They walked in silence until they could hear the sound of the Veterans Centre, the men training and Judges howling, the trucks driving in and out. It was bustling. The Deputy and Jess managed to avoid every guard that Jacob had stationed around the place as a perimeter.

They got pretty close to the Veterans Centre, perched up on the same hill that Jess was shooting the guards from when they got the Deputy back. The Deputy looked into the Centre with her binoculars.

"What are we doing?" Jess whispered to her friend.

"I need you to shoot one of those guards with your bow."

"Sounds easy."

"And I want you to tie this on your arrow." The Deputy handed Jess a small note. Jess unfolded it and read it.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you do this?" Jess asked as the Deputy went back to counting guards with her binoculars.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Can you do it?" She asked and Jess, of course, nodded.

Jess refolded the note and tied it to an arrow. "Who do you want me to hit?"

The Deputy found a guard standing on the front step that seemed perfect. He was in clear view of most everyone there and besides, how perfect would it be to send Jacob a message right to his front door? "The one on the front step." She said and Jess nodded.

It was a pretty far shot but Jess knew she could make it. She pulled the arrow back in her bow, aiming for the perfect arch to hit the guard. She took a deep breath and let the arrow fly. Immediately they both ducked down to prevent getting spotted and the Deputy peaked in at the scene of chaos through her binoculars.

The arrow hit dead on in the guards neck, causing him to crumble immediately. As quick as he fell the entire Centre erupted like an anthill. People rushed and grabbed guns, preparing for an attack. "That's our queue." The Deputy nodded to Jess and they both turned and slid down the hill further into the forest and away from the Veterans Centre.

It wouldn't take long for Jacob's men to radio the guards around the perimeter to be on high alert so the Deputy and Jess had to make it past the guards first. They made their escape with only the one casualty, not killing a single other guard or hunter or anything.

When they made it to the Deputy's truck she couldn't help but grin. She knew for sure that that was going to get Jacob's attention. Now all she had to do was wait.

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Keiji Akaashi x Famous!F!Reader

Song ~ Ass Back Home - Gym Class Heroes

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

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Posted ~ 11/08/20

Akaashi sighed as he once again read another article about Y/n L/n and Jason Derulo, or some other artist always presuming that they were together. He didn't want to be jealous, but he couldn't help it when he saw his girl with some other guys, wasn't that normal?

He knew it was going to be hard when he asked her to be his girlfriend. He knew she would be away often she would be travelling for tours and of course, meeting up with other artists to collaborate on songs, even though he knew that her new song would be a collaboration with Jason Derulo.

He trusted her, the same way that Bokuto would trust his sets back in high school, the way that Bokuto would always know that Akaashi would always get the ball to him to spike. He knew she would never cheat on him, that wasn't who she was. He knew by the excitement in her voice when he answered the phone, "Kei!" The excitable giggles paired with the massive happy grin he saw on video call on the rare occasions that she could. Usually, it was voice messages or texts with the time difference, but some times she would stay up late so they could video chat, he would let the small smile grace his features when she would rub her eyes cutely and yawn. The way he would tell her to go to bed cause she is tired and she would pout innocently saying that she wasn't worn out. She would ask about his day listening as she slowly doses off, he didn't take it as an insult he just knew she was exhausted. He would sit there smiling at her sleeping face, looking like an innocent child, where she still had her phone in a light grip facing her.

"Good night, my Juliette sleep well. I love you."

"I... l-love you too my Romeo" would often be mumbled back, in her half-dazed state. With Akaashi's love of literature, Y/n just slipped it out once called him her Romeo and ever since it stuck.

Running his finger around the rim of his glass he sighed, it had been a few days since he had heard from her, he knew she was busy he had seen on her Twitter and Instagram that they added more tour dates in America as they stadiums had sold out. It had been eight months since the pair were actually in person together.

"AKAASHI!" He flinched at Bokuto's sudden loudness as said boy appeared next to him. "Why so, mopey? Oh, you're missing Y/n aren't you!"

"Hey my Romeo, I'm sorry I haven't called or texted you in a while, the tour has gotten so hectic recently we are doing two shows a day, so most of my fans can come, and watch and my manager wants to add even more dates." He smiled, enjoying the sound of her voice even if it is over voicemail, and she sounded exhausted. He had woken up for work and seen that he had missed a call from her at three am. "I know you're going to ask when I am going to be home, but I don't know at the moment, but soon I hope I'm going to tell my manager that I need a break. I hope to be home for Christmas."

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and gave a slight nod to Bokuto's question.

Bokuto suddenly felt terrible for Akaashi. He didn't know how he felt. He didn't have a love like Akaashi. His passion is for Volleyball is his true love right now. He remembered the day he introduced Akaashi and Y/n. She was at an after-party of a game that the Black Jackals won and Bokuto dragged Akaashi along. It was like the couple connected instantly and they soon got together. Bokuto would often turn up at Akaashi's find them sprawled out on the sofa, Y/n with her head in his lap, his fingers running through he hair as he read a book to her. Bokuto had gotten many pictures of them like this. He loved how relaxed Akaashi was around her, a way he hadn't seen with anyone else.

He knew that she was going to say that.

"Anyway I miss you my Romeo, I cannot wait to be home and in your arms again. I want to be in our little bubble of love and cuddles, of you reading to me while you play with my hair. I want to be in the studio with you listening to me sing my new songs and telling me which words would work better with the lyrics I have written." He laughed he did often sit in the studio with her after he finishes work, reading over her new lyrics and crossing out the odd word and putting one that worked better with the theme of the song. He loved watching her pick at the strings of her acoustic guitar playing a few cords and seeing if they worked when she ran her fingers over the keys of the piano. He loved that she could play different instruments.

"I love you so much, Romeo. I hope you sleep well. See you as soon as I can. Bye-bye, my sweet Romeo."

About three weeks later he was sat at his desk eating his lunch, watch the recent interview Y/n had with OK! Magazine.

'So Y/n, when the tour is over what is the first thing you're going to do?' Chloe, the interviewer, asked

'I think it will be sleep we've had some busy months recently, most days doing two shows to it is hard work.' He laughed along with his beloved.

'We've been keeping up to date on your social media, who is this Romeo you keep mentioning, we often see and I quote, I miss you my sweet Romeo, or I love you, Romeo.' He would always reply, but his account was private so no one unless they followed him and accepted it.

'My Romeo is waiting for me at home; I promised him I wouldn't mention him until he is ready for the spotlight as he isn't an actor or musician. But he is my Romeo, and I am very excited to get home and be with him again.' He was so glad that she didn't spill the beans about their relationship. He already had enough of the spotlight with being friends with most of the Black Jackals team, he already has his pictures in magazines when the team goes out, and he gets dragged along with Kuroo by Bukoto and Hinata.

'Can you tell us one thing about him?' Chloe pushed for more details about him. He loved how Y/n's nose would scrunch up, and her left eyebrow would shoot up as he tapped her chin in thought.

'He was a volleyball setter in high school.' She smiled. Akaashi smirked at the fact she gave, there were many setters across the world, and narrowing down to him would be hard. 'And he is my bookworm,'

'A setter and bookworm, those don't often go together!' Chloe laughed, with Y/n soon joining her.

'I know, and I have Shoyo Hinata and Kotaro Bokuto. But honestly, if it wasn't for him I'm sure some of my songs wouldn't make sense, a lot of my lyrics in my book have his scribbles in changing the odd word here and there, I would often wake up finding him hovering over my lyrics book a mug of coffee in hand proofreading them for me.'

He couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past his lips at the dig at Bokuto and Hinata's dislike for books.

'He sound's like a gem! But back to the fact you've met the Black Jackals numbers twenty-one and thirteen. What are they like?"

"I've met them all I know all the Black Jackals, all their school friends too, I met them all after a match against the Cheehle Ekaterinburg, an old friend Morisuke Yaku I knew from my middle school days invited me along, and that was where I met them. Those two boys even though they were bouncing around the court like anything they still had so much energy, I was shocked that anyone could keep up with them, it was like they were children who had just walked out of an all you can eat sweetshop.'

This caused Chloe to giggle. He liked the way Y/n slyly slipped in how they met.

'this Romeo of yours you didn't happen to meet him through your old middle school friend, did you? At this party' Akaashi's eyes widen as the interviewer hit the nail on the head, he was impressed at how Y/n kept her facial expression in check, just the usual smile she used for interviews,

Saturday 5th of December 2015 was the day that Y/n finally returned home. She didn't tell Akaashi she was on her, she knew from Bokuto that they would be at his favourite restaurant that serves his favourite food, Nanohana no Karashiae, in a private room at the back. She drove her car into the car park of the restaurant, taking a deep breath she pulled on her cap and her dark sunglasses as she got out and walked into the restaurant, telling the waiter that she was here for the Bokuto party he nodded and showed her to the door.

'Ah, well it was through mutual friends that we met.' He loved how she deflected the question, not letting them on that it was at the party they met.

He leaned his phone against the pen pot on his desk, leaving the video to play, while he got on with his work, the questions had now turned to make-up and what shampoo she was using.

"Thanks, I'll be fine from here." She knew from the photo that Bokuto had put up on Twitter that Akaashi had his back to the door, purposely done for this exact reason. Pulling off the hat and glasses, she quietly opened the door slipping in and once again quietly shutting it. The room slowly went quiet as eyes suddenly locked on to her figure. Akaashi frowned at his friends, why did everyone stop talking all of a sudden and why Bokuto and Kuroo had whipped out their phones, pointing it at him, till he started to follow their line of sight.

"Happy birthday Romeo." She giggled as he slowly placed her back on the floor, their foreheads resting against one another.

"I'm home, my Romeo." His eyes instantly locked with hers the second he heard her voice, as the smiles so wide crossed their faces as he flew out of his seat wrapping her up in his arms, tightly as if he loosen his grip she would disappear again, he spun her around. He was ecstatic she was home.

Nine months, eleven days, sixteen hours and thirty-eight minutes since the last time he held her in his arms. Since he lasted kissed her. Since he last looked into her beautiful deep e/c eyes.

"You are the best birthday present I could ever ask for." He said as he entwined his fingers into her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss that was long overdue.

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Someone Left to Save (15)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: I’m almost done!! :D This was really a trip both in the story itself and getting the chapters published. Thank you to everyone who kept staying tuned to the story even if my predicament forced me to slow down my upload frequency. If you guys enjoyed most of the story, then all the trouble I went through was worth it! :3

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

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Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 – 13 | Previous: Part 14 | Next: Part 16 | Masterlist

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The plan's going swimmingly. Cal hasn't been caught yet.

He had sensed that Cere prayed he needn't to use his saber prior to his inevitable stand-off with you. So far, he's keeping true to that prayer. He carves a path to the nearest entrance he can find, from there, he discovers the southern exit; taking the posted Stormtroopers by surprise, he incapacitated them quickly befire they even realize what's standing in front of them.

"Cere, I'm in the building—I went through the southern entrance," Cal softly spoke through his comm.

"Copy, I found my way in the eastern wing," Cere explains that she managed to get her hands on one of the computers, splice it and fish out a lot of info. "I'm patching in the map to you, BD should've picked up the file by now."

Instinctively, BD-1 flashes the holomap in the air as soon as he received the data; it shows the locations of Cere, Cal, and their two respective destinations—the medical bay where the child is kept and the hangar where the presumed transport ship should be parked. There's a large, empty gap between where Cal stood and the hangar itself.

"I'm looking at the map now. There's a bit of distance to the hangar, it's on the upper levels too," he softly trailed off at the last word.

Cere noted the fading out of his voice, afraid that she's lost contact, "Cal?"

The boy blinked several times to return to reality. He stutters in his apology for spacing out.

"What's wrong?"

Finally, he opens up about his theory about the transport ship, he adds the lone TIE Fighter he spotted earlier and the underlying possibility that the pilot is you—not knowing that you really are. Cere considers the theory but preferred to go with the original plan; if the transport is truly a decoy, then they'll have to move fast in catching up to you before you even hop into the TIE Fighter with the child—assuming that your TIE Fighter is in a completely different hangar.

The silence of their conversation's conclusion was followed by the gloomy, ominous humming of the corridor that laid in front of Cal's eyes. The stale air that entered his lungs put a tugging weight on him, this place carries a certain degree of corruption that it's simply foreboding to anybody—most especially the Jedi. The sole thought of rescuing you is what kept Cal going; he stalked through the corridor, feeling for any activity in the intersections before going around the next corner.

Eventually, he's halfway into his destination but it seems Cere still hasn't put her diversion in motion.

Cal peeks over the corner to find a cluster of Stormtroopers—a mix of regulars and scouts—in his path. Two scouts block the path midway while the rest of them stay by the door at the end. He hugs the wall, tugs the saber off of his belt, he stares at the weapons around his clammy fingers; after one deep breath, he bolted out of nowhere and rammed his way through, the dazed troopers barely made a proper aim—some cut close to Cal, others he banked right away.

"It's a Jedi!" One trooper yelped the obvious.

The redheaded Jedi spotted one of the troopers making a run for a button on the wall. Outstretching his arm with his open palm, he hauled that particular trooper away from the button and then towards him, within a saber's reach he was cut down.

"I can't do this by myself!" The surviving scout trooper whimpered out loud, the warble in his voice huffing through his helmet.

The poor scout braved in charging towards Cal, charging up the electric current on his baton, but was denied a shot by a single, successful parry and then the Jedi followed up with an attack—cutting the enemy down instantly. He now stands before a large, sealed door, he checks the map once more and sees the distance between him and the hangar has shrunken. In the next second, a blaring alarm howling across the complex startled him.

"That ought to be Cere, I hope she has the kid."

Upon opening the door, Cal discovers the elevator lobby—which also serves as a control room. Two troopers had their backs turned to him, manning the computers, while a single KX security droid paces back and forth but its scanners immediately detect Cal's presence—causing its head to jerk to the boy's direction, while its emotionless eyes lit up the moment it saw Cal, the troopers felt the abrupt rise of tension and were alerted by the sight of a Jedi in the room.

"Inferior Jedi!" The KX droid monotonously groaned as it raises a pair of fists, ready to swing it down and bash the Jedi's skull.

Fortunately, Cal evaded the clobber and singes the droid's leg joints, literally bringing it to its knees. Shielding itself with its arms proved useless as the Jedi slices the torso in half, leaving only himself and the troopers. The skirmish was done in five minutes, the boy scrambles to the elevator and slams the button of the hangar's floor number. As the turbolift ascends, Cal takes the time to check on Cere, he kept calling, but there was no answer and he gives up when the elevator gradually slowed down.

The rumble signaled that he's reached his destination, the narrow door retracted into the frame, revealing Cal the vast space of the hangar—each wall was lined with light to medium ships, sitting at the center of the hangar is a transport ship, his ears prick up at the faint wailing of a child.

"Oh no…" he thought. "Cere's too late!"

He ran to the ship, the wailing got louder, then his eyes widened at the discovery: a comlink lies on the floor of the entry ramp, a prerecorded soundbite of the cry plays on loop.

It's a trap!

Behind his head, the baritone humming of a spinning saber flings itself towards him, he spun and deflected it at the nick of time—returning it to the sender: you, perched atop the hangar platform, waiting for your prey to take the bait and then strike. You catch your saber in mid-air while descending from the upper platform with a feathery grace. Striding closer to him, he sees you completely without the helmet for the first time: hair fashioned into an elaborate braid, the tail rests on one shoulder, and loose, wispy fringes frame your face.

"I see you've set off my trap," you pointed out, holding the saber close to your face.

"I knew you'd pull a stunt like that!"

Your eyes lit up, impressed with Cal, "Well, you've become quite smarter than I expected!"

Both Inquisitor and Jedi circled slowly against one another, not knowing who's chasing whom, gentle threats exchange with pleas of coming home only to be received with a hard "no," the tension grows in this wide, open space. Cal decides it's now or never, he attempts to talk it out of you.

"[Y/N], let's come home,"

"This is my home."

He hints at the somber tone of your sentence, almost as if you don't mean it at all, and he believed the insincerity of those words. You mask the denial by making the first move in the fight. The swirl of blades caught Cal off-guard, resulting to a flimsy block on his end; he moved away from the ship, luring you into the wider space for a better fight, not that it changes much on each other's chances of winning this skirmish.

You barely paused from moving—a tireless lightning rod in human form—the swordfight pressed on in the hangar. For each time Cal struggled to put some distance between you so he can take a second to breathe, you always caught up to him—your frenzied eyes were always the first thing he notices the moment you start to dart towards him, with your arm prepped for an overhead strike and ready to attack. The strike lands, you withdrew and quickly follow up with another—thrusting your saber, he parried it with a subpar flourish and you staggered him with a strong Force push.

The boy flies to the farther side of the room, in your peripheral vision his lightsaber clatters away from him, his hand desperately pats the floor in search of the weapon while he had his eyes glued to you—closing the space at a fast rate. Still lying on his back, he affords a split second to catch a glimpse of his saber and pull it towards him; his own blade hovers mere inches above his neck when your strike landed as you crouch on top of him, bearing your weight on him while you've got him pinned down.

"I almost kind of like this position!" You crowed mischievously.

"[Y/N], please!" He pleaded again.

Without your helmet, Cal saw the life in your eyes better—if he saw wrath the first time, now he sees the misplaced anger and sorrow, the exact same feeling he found during his meditation. He even spots a hint of pink swelling beneath the rims of your eyes.

Has she been… crying? He pondered in that small window of time.

"You don't have to do this—your pain isn't strength!"

Your eyes flared again, but with denial you bellowed, "You don't understand the power that the Dark Side has given me!"

Generously, you withdrew, flipping away from him and landing in the same cat-like grace, giving him a chance to scramble back up on his feet. There was a time for a breather, enough for both. Again, the two of you slowly circle one another while a hostile air hangs over your heads, you point your saber at him.

"I didn't want to be as weak as I was before," you gesture your arms wide open. "And here I am."

"The [Y/N] I know was never weak to begin with,"

You paused in your tracks, slowly angled your head to face Cal, absorbing the empathetic gentleness in his voice. He could make his way through your heart faster than you could build a wall between the two of you. Unconsciously, the atmosphere seems to turn docile.

"I hate it when you patronize me!"

As quick as lightning, you attempt to execute a dashed strike but this time, Cal was prepared for it and he had been anticipating such an attack—he's been reading your every move up until you paused to banter with him. You strike again.

One.

Two.

Slash.

And another.

You jab, but he blocks. Another, and he prevails.

Eventually, he gathered enough strength and momentum, and became at par with the pace and dexterity of your technique. The clashing of sabers became more violent and heavier as the moves from both Jedi and Inquisitor became more pronounced—a contest of brute force. This sudden burst of strength wasn't much of a surprise, you keep up the assault and Cal surely isn't backing down—nor does he plan to.

A single beep of his comlink rings, "Cal, the child is secure! I'm coming for you!"

Cal saw your wide, aghast eyes glimmering with fear and panic, and perhaps a desperation that translates to "I need that child back!" which he felt all at once in that piercing glare when you shot him a look—with your bared teeth and furrowed eyebrows. Heeding to your lessons you, weaponized your emotions against the Jedi, you became a dagger in the wind—amplifying the heaviness of your strikes when it lands and the litheness of your body when eluding his saber.

Cere comes rushing into the hangar, saber and blaster in each hand, reassuring Cal in mere seconds that the child has been brought home.

"The Mantis should be on its way here by now," Cere whispered, her voice shuddered at the words.

She glanced to her side and then fixated her eyes to you—dressed in Inquisitor's garments from the neck down. In your periphery, you saw her blaster hand tremble with fearful disbelief; a secretive smirk played on the corner of your lip, as if to ridicule her shock, her first-time reaction amused you.

"Long time, no see, Cere." You crooned.

"[Y/N], good gods…"

"Oh come now, don't act so surprised. This is your second time anyway!"

A second Jedi wasn't any difficult, thought it's a fresh challenge instead of the typical one-on-one.

"Amazing, I get the privilege of seeing a cut-off Jedi fight firsthand!"

During Cere's attack that you held in a block, you examined Trilla's hilt up close—she had likened it with her old hilt by covering the sleeve with leather wrappings—you glanced at yours in its original form: blood red beams gleaming menacingly on either end, mingling with the purified, ice white blades.

You had to give Cere some credit, even after all these years of being voluntarily cut off from the Force, her muscle memory of combat is intact, incorporating her rugged style with a blaster.

"Impressive," you hummed after a parrying strike, and then another. She quickly switched to her blaster and shot twice, much to her dismay you've banked them seamlessly. "Most impressive."

Cere comes charging at you, ready for a jab, and you'd parry; just when Cal thought you have your attention to her, he attacks—more or less, attempt to—from behind but you duck and twirl, evading his lightsaber and planting a kick on his shin. This dynamic of alternating between the two Jedis lasted for more than a minute, a medley of attack patterns used against you—a handful of which have dealt damage on you, some missed you, but you enjoyed this death-defying thrill, it livened you up in this dull hangar.

Your mischievous, insidious grin stretched across your face melted when the entire hangar rumbled under your boots, explosions roared behind your ears; while holding your ground, you turned to find the source of the sound and found portions of the building are being reduced to shrapnel and inferno. Cere steals your smile and paints it with triumph on; you're not even that mad, you shoot her with a snarl of your lip, catching on with her little game, all the while impressed.

"Oh joy, you'll experience how I actually nearly died!"

You pulled away violently from the tangle of blades, pommeled Cere across the jaw with your own hilt, and pushed her at a certain distance.

"[Y/N]!!"

As the ceiling above your heads crumbled and rained dust, your lightning-fast flurry of the lightsaber did not waive; the boy didn't want to be outmatched—he cannot afford to, now that they're all standing inside a building on the verge of collapse—his dexterity and nimbleness spiked, adapting to your own caliber. Cal wanted to finish this as soon as possible, and he had to think fast; in his peripheral vision, he sees Cere bringing herself back up on her feet, dazed from your hit across her face, and then understood the gravity of her damage.

The garrison begins to collapse, any moment the entire roof will fall over your heads if neither Jedi nor Inquisitor shall stand victorious in this duel. In a final, colossal clash of lightsabers, both youngsters were encased in the sheen of their luminous weapons.

“[Y/N], come on, let’s go home,” Cal pleads once more.

“I can’t—” you choked, tears didn’t hide themselves from Cal, they streamed down your cheek as the stability of your grip fluctuated—influenced by the medley of emotions storming every fiber of your being. “I don’t belong there anymore!”

Despite the sheer intensity, Cal’s voice remained soft and gentle to you, as it always has. In a last-minute resort, he encourages, “You always have belonged with us, and we’re waiting for you to come home.”

Another tear streaks your face, your eyelids drooped, and then spoke in the most defeated, somber tone.

“It’s too late for me now, Cal.”

The crumbling ceiling groans, your eyes roll up and saw the reinforcement beam give way to two colossal chunks of debris plummet in a 50-foot drop from the ceiling straight down to a docked TIE Fighter.

“CAL, LOOK OUT!”

He didn’t fully see your reaction at the last minute; you pull him in and then push him away, but in turn,you got yourself closer to the blast radius. The hot wind picked you up into the air and flung your to the floor like a ragdoll, hitting your head upon landing, rendering you unconscious.

“[Y/N], NO!”

A sharp, piercing noise shrilled in Cal’s ears—all the other noises and voices are reduced to echoing gibberish, even Cere’s calling of your names—straight ahead, he saw you lying unconscious on the floor, covered in debris. He desperately crawled towards you, blatantly ignoring the hollow calls ringing behind his ears; he cradled you in his arms, ignoring the crackling heat flaring near his cheeks.

“[Y/N], come on…” he stuttered. “[Y/N], stay with me… I’m not leaving you a second time!”

He shakes you to coax you into waking up, he could’ve sworn he felt your body shuffle in reaction, he placed his forefinger and middle finger on your neck and found a pulse. He snaps his fingers and BD pops out a stim, he injects it straight into the flesh of your upper arm—you jolted and sucked in a lot of air at the same time, as if emerging into the surface from underwater.

Indeed, you were alive, but relatively weakened by the blast. Your voice saying Cal’s name was drowned out by the roaring flames and the thundering collapse of the garrison.

“Cal, we have to go now!”

Bursting with adrenaline, he scoops you up into his arms and followed Cere to the escape route; evading all the explosions as much as possible and keeping the enemy encounters to a minimum. Although, the evacuees are confused whether to engage the intruders—and presumably, in their heads, rescue the Inquisitor from the Jedi, but they’re felled by either the blasts or Cere’s blaster.

Speeding through the corridors, Cere led Cal to an open docking platform. The Mantis waits at the edge of the catwalk in a fly-by, lightly swerving to dodge blaster fire from the ground, and the entry ramp hangs open.

“Come on, you guys!” shrieked Greez.

Merrin waited by the frame of the entry ramp, the strong wind of the ship and the environment whip her fringes as she feels for balance while getting farther out. On the other hand, Cere and Cal—with you still in his arms—are almost to the edge of the catwalk.

“Come on, you have to jump!” cried out Merrin from the ramp.

Cal assessed the gap between the platform and the ship, it was a risky jump—one miscalculated step equaled to a hundred-foot doom.

“They’re gaining on us!” Cal screeched.

“You go on ahead, I’ll cover you and catch up!”

The boy paced back for momentum, buckled his knees when he slightly crouched, he fixed his grip tighter on you, and trusted his heels as he propelled the balls of his feet off the floor. The Mantis hovers at a considerable height by the edge of the catwalk that won’t send anyone hanging onto the edge of the ramp for dear life.

The soles of his boots planted flat on the metal floor and briskly trotted inside, settling you down gently on the couch, and then he joins Merrin by the ramp, watching Cere blast at the incoming Stormtroopers.

“Cere, let’s go!”

The woman produced a detonator out of her belt pouch and set it off. As a finisher, she gathered all the strength in her throwing arm, the bomb rolled towards the Stormtroopers’ feet and encased them in a cloud of fire and smoke. She quickly turned tail and made the jump, she scrambled on fours to get inside the ship and Cal slams the door button once she’s in.

“Punch it, Greez!”

Greez cranked the hyperdrive lever and sent the Mantis flying out of Jeddah, leaving the garrison crumbling to its destruction in their wake.

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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing

*Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?”

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.

“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

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