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seospicybin · 4 months

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REWIND.

PART II

Hyunjin x reader x Seungmin. (s,a)

Chapters: Part I

Synopsis: As a part of a research team that works on a memory-erasing machine, you work alongside the professor whom you greatly admire and a computer geek who relentlessly flirts with you. But the one that you want is the one that you can't have. (10,1k words)

Author's note: Happy reading! Let me know what you think of this fic after :)

Hyunjin almost slips as he runs in his socks and when he returns to the staff lounge, he finds you lying on your stomach on the sofa.

He can see the shape of your body basked in the faint moonlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling window like a beautiful nymph out of Greek mythology.

He loses track of time just standing there, staring at you with admiration pooling in his eyes. He would have mistaken you for a marble statue if you weren't moving, propping a hand under your head, and turning your head his way.

"Are we going to use that condom or what?"

This is what he's been waiting for but he wouldn't mind if you changed your mind, he would love to just lie next to you and stare at your face all night.

But Hyunjin simply can't resist feeling the softness of your skin under his fingertips and the way you whimper under the faintest of his touch. Oh, he's in too deep!

"I'm afraid you have to make me wet again," you playfully say as you lay back on the sofa facing up.

"That wouldn't be a problem," he says, planting his mouth on your stomach and blowing air on it.

You laugh at how tickling it is and put your hand over your head, "My dad used to do that when I was a kid. Oh no, you make me think of my dad," you croon.

It's a good thing that Hyunjin knows how to take your mind off things, he puts his mouth on your cunt and wets it with his slick tongue.

Your hand reaches for his head and you pull him, making him hover above you so you can kiss him. He can feel you licking your essence off his lips then mix it all up in a deep kiss.

You spread your legs open and wrap them around his dainty waist, drawing him closer and closer until there's not even an inch left between your bodies.

Before Hyunjin forgets, he reluctantly breaks the kiss and props his elbow against the sofa.

"Wait a minute," he says.

"You make me wait again," you complain with an adorable pout.

He softly laughs then rips the foil packet with his teeth and carefully takes the rubber out.

"Need my help?" You offer with a soft scratch on his head.

Hyunjin doesn't answer but sits on the sofa, putting all of his focus on rolling the rubber down his length and pinching the end to make a little space.

He settles himself between your legs as you put them on each side of his waist. He doesn't hesitate to insert his fingers inside you again, feeling you clenching as he curls them inside

"Fuck..." he lowly hisses.

He pulls his fingers out only to see they're coated with your essence, he puts them in his mouth next, licking them clean.

"Do you think you can take me?" He asks with a hand that runs down the valley of your breasts.

You're slyly smiling and nodding at his words with a finger tugged between your teeth.

He uses the tip of his cock to tease your clit, "But you're so little," he says.

You prop your elbows against the sofa and reach for his cock, repeatedly rubbing it down your folds to lubricate it with your wetness, then slowly, you push it inside you.

You lean back down as you calmly mutter, "You can do the rest."

It's only the tip but Hyunjin already feels like he's about to lose it. He grips your thighs as he slides in the remaining length, little by little with his eyes intently watching his cock disappear into you.

"Oh, my God! Yes..." you breathlessly moan.

He glances up and sees you touching yourself with your eyes closed, seeing you enjoying yourself reminds him that he should be enjoying it too.

Don't think too much, he reminds himself.

He pushes in until his cock is buried inside your tight, warm walls. He has to take a moment just to try to calm down. He lets his body hover above you with a hand propped next to your head to not put his whole weight on you. He can't seem to gain any of his senses back.

Suddenly, he feels a finger pressing on his forehead, then he hears your laugh.

"You have this crease on your forehead," you tell him, dropping your hands around his neck to pull him close.

He lets out a shy laugh and hides his head in your neck, "It's just— you just feel so good," he mutters.

The two of you stay like that for a moment until Hyunjin is sure that he has some self-control in him to continue. He looks at you, slowly lowering his mouth on yours as he starts moving his hips.

It's not the first sex he's having but it's the first time Hyunjin doesn't think about his own pleasure. He wants to make you feel good, more importantly, he wants to make this special.

His thrusts are slow and steady yet they're enough to make you a moaning mess under him. You're whimpering against his lips, your hands are clawing at his back and your legs are locked around him.

At times, he wants to follow his greed, having all of you at once but he reminds himself that you're not just some girl, you're the girl. You're the girl he likes and adores, you're the girl that he believes is more than just one of his passing fancy.

He knows you've just climaxed for the second time just now from the way your walls tightening around him. He immediately slows down, giving you a moment to relish the immense pleasure.

"I'm cumming," you breathlessly inform a little too late.

"I know" He murmurs, then presses a kiss on your lips.

You eagerly return his kiss with your hand taking a fistful of the hair on the back of his head, a kiss that turns into a slow, sensual making out in the middle of sex.

You gasp for air when you let go of the kiss with your eyes still closed and he uses the opportunity to remove the strands of hair covering your face, putting them to the side and holding them there.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," he mutters with a low sigh.

When you open your eyes, you catch him staring at you and smile, "What? Lose your virginity?"

Hyunjin cracks a laugh and softly caresses your cheek, "Yeah, that."

"Let's switch positions," you say, not waiting for his approval to turn over without pulling out of him.

With you on top of him, Hyunjin can see all of you, the shape of your body against the soft moonlight and the eyes that looking down on him, full of glint, lustful, and alive.

Never in the times he thought of you, you would be on top of him and slowly rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his full length inside you.

"Oh..." His moan is quivering.

You maliciously smile knowing what you're doing to him and now, rolling your hips in slow, circular motions.

Hyunjin's hand immediately grips your waist to stop you because he knows if you keep doing it, he won't last long.

"Give me a moment," he tells you with a suppressed grunt.

You take the hand resting on your waist, exploring your body with it, and let him feel you. You run his hand down your chest and cup your breast, letting him knead on it.

You let your hand and let his hand continue its exploration while you lowly moan as he caresses your body with his knuckle.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful," he sighs in disbelief.

Hyunjin can't wrap his head around the fact that not only he can see it, but he can touch and feel it too. He brings his hand to your face and sighs again, "So beautiful."

You lay your hands on his chest and hover above him as he asks, "Let's continue, mmh?"

Not sure if that was a rhetorical question but Hyunjin can only prepare himself for what's coming. You move at a steady pace, making him drown in pleasure and he feels the need to do the same so he uses his thumb to gently circling on your clit.

You keep clenching and unclenching around him and it does nothing but give him the utmost pleasure, he can feel that his release is only a minute away. You pause for a second to plant both of your feet on the sofa to give him more depth and ultimately, more pleasure.

Hyunjin isn't ready for it but seeing the way his cock slips in and out of you is hypnotic, he can't seem to do anything but let the pleasure pull him under.

He blanks out for a moment as waves of pleasure wash over him and finds himself overwhelmed, running out of breath.

You kiss his open mouth and giggle, "Are you okay?"

Can't believe how you casually asked him that when you've just made him cum and it's the best one he ever had. Maybe it's the sex, maybe you're too good at it but he believes it's because he's doing it with you.

He roughly brushes his hair to the back and sighs, "Fuck... That was so good."

Even though he's still catching his breath, he puts his arms around you and draws you close, pulling you for another kiss. He breaks the kiss but keeps your head close to him.

"I can tick it off of my bucket list now," he playfully says, sending you collapsing on top of him, laughing.

Hyunjin comes back from the bathroom to find you in the pantry dressed in his sweater with your black tights on. He sees you taking the leftover pizza out of the microwave and start munching on it.

He sits on the stool and takes the other slice of pizza from the plate, then tilts his head to the side, watching you eating as he takes a bite of his pizza.

Aware of the stare, you're smiling as you chew on your food. You turn away to grab a new can of soda from the fridge and pop it open.

"Now that you've had sex with me, you can stop pestering me," you tell him.

Hyunjin takes the can of soda from your hand and takes a sip, "What if I want to keep clinging to you?"

"Just go..." you grumble, taking your canned soda back from his hand, "like... date someone your age."

Hyunjin hates it whenever you bring it up, not only about it but the way you make it sound like he's a snotty 12-year-old boy. He drops his half-eaten pizza on the plate and leans forward on the counter.

"That's a lame excuse," he says in disagreement.

"What?"

"The age gap thing," he replies.

He stacks his hands on the counter and looks at you, "I'm of age, you're of age," he points out the only fact that matters here.

Hyunjin snatches the can of soda from you again, "I'm hot, you're hot," he lays out another common thing you both shared.

You giggle at that and wipe your hand on a napkin.

"And the sex was great," Hyunjin adds with a lopsided grin.

You raise an eyebrow at him, doubting his remark.

"I know you liked it," he confidently says, finishing the can of soda oda and wiping his mouth after.

He gets off his stool to get another can of soda from the fridge and leans against it as he opens it, "And you obviously know I like you," he lists another one.

Hyunjin calmly sips his drink before coming up to you, standing right close to you as he makes a conclusion out of the list of things that are true between you and him.

"And despite that, I keep annoying you, I know you like me too," he makes a bold statement, ignoring his heart that is pitter-pattering inside him.

The fact that you have nothing to say to that only means it's also true. Despite the way you act annoyed whenever he flirts or teases you, you like him but sure, yeah, not as much as he likes you.

But you like him.

Hyunjin rests his elbow against the counter and looks at you, his eyes crinkling under the fluorescent lights.

"So tell me," he says, "What stopping us from dating each other?"

It's your turn to steal his soda now, taking a long gulp with your eyes locked in a gaze with him. He senses that you have the answer but is reluctant to say it to him and you don't have to, he knows enough from working with you for a few months now.

Hyunjin thinks he knows the reason why.

"My sweater looks good on you," he compliments.

He gets on his feet to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you, not wanting to think, he just wants to kiss you and exist in this moment with you.

So he does, he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you with all of his heart, even though they won't be enough to change your mind.

"But what's underneath is better, of course," he mutters against your lips as he slips his hands under the sweater, fondling your breasts as he continues kissing you.

The sound of the landline phone ringing echoes through the halls and reaches Hyunjin's ear. He groans because he gets interrupted for the second time, not when his hands are busy getting under your sweater.

You abruptly stop kissing him and gasp, "It must be the Professor!"

You gently push him away and dash to your desk, Hyunjin unconsciously following you there, watching you take a deep breath before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Professor?" You confirm your guess.

"Hyunjin?" You glance at him, signaling that Seungmin asks for him.

He presses his ear close to the phone to hear glimpses of the conversation.

"He didn't pick up the phone because he's in the bathroom," you cover for him.

Fuck. His phone is in his jeans and it's lying around on the sofa in the pantry, that's why he couldn't hear him calling.

"Yes, yes," you nodding along as you speak, "I'll tell him that."

You slowly turn around to face Hyunjin after hanging up the phone, he can see the slight panic on your face.

"What?" He curiously asks.

"He's on his way here," you answer.

"Professor Seungmin?"

You nod.

"Oh, fuck!" Hyunjin curses, feeling a mix of things but mostly in disbelief that he still decides to come when he could have spent the night with the missus.

"We have uh..." you fumble check the time, "like... half an hour?"

Hyunjin refuses to believe that his sweet dream should end this way. He follows you as you walk back to the pantry.

"Okay then... we still have time for another round of sex," he jokes.

"No..." you grumble.

You pick up his jeans and toss them at him, "We have to start cleaning up!"

Hyunjin puts on his jeans and almost trips on them as he does it in a hurry, "What do you want me to do?" He asks.

You're putting on your skirt as you talk, "You do the main lab and he–" you pause to zip your skirt before continuing, "he wants you to send the system status."

He almost malfunctioned looking at you taking off the sweater next, forgetting what he's about to say to you.

"What are you waiting for?" You ask, perplexed.

"Let me just—" he quickly puts on his t-shirt and brushes his hair to the back.

Even after that, Hyunjin stays there and watches you putting on your bra, swiftly clasping the straps together without looking.

"Hyunjin!" You call him while tossing his sweater back at him.

That works to snap him out of it, getting him moving and realizing that he needs to remove any signs of fun around the place.

However, Hyunjin still needs one more thing. He comes up to you and without thinking, presses a long kiss on you. The kiss certainly takes you by surprise that you can only look at him when he pulls away.

"I'm going now," he breaks into a run before you can complain.

When Hyunjin arrives at his desk and encounters a serious problem, he knows that his sweet moment has finally come to an end.

The sheen of sweat is apparent on your forehead, you scoop some water and splash it right onto your face. You fix your hair, tuck your blouse inside your skirt and not forgetting to spray some perfume. You do anything to get rid of any evidence that you’ve just had sex with your co-worker.

You do a final lap and make sure there’s not a single trace of fun that happened in this workplace a while ago and head to the main lab. You spray the place with a can of air freshener to remove the smell of weed that may still cling in the air.

Hyunjin’s head turns in your direction, “We have a problem!”

The last thing you need to hear is there’s a problem and from the look on Hyunjin’s face, you can tell that it’s serious. You sigh and take a stand next to him, “What?”

He types fast on his keyboard and shows you a chart, “He was off the map,” he says.

With your head already filled with worries, you find it hard to focus on it, “What do you mean?”

“He went off the brain map. He was almost erasing the wrong memory,” he explains with his fingers touching his plush lips.

“Almost? That doesn’t mean it happened, right?” you ask with a quivering voice.

“The failsafe… it worked to stop him from going way off and led him back on the map,” he confirms yet he’s not looking so calm about it.

“Then what is the problem?” you meekly ask, knowing that it’s going to be time to dread.

Hyunjin glances at you and pinches his lower lip before speaking, “You know we have to tell Professor about this right?”

“Oh, fuck!” The profanity automatically falls out of your mouth.

Surely, you have the option to not tell him and act like nothing happened but Seungmin would know. He would most likely check it himself and eventually finds out, there’s no way out of this but come clean to him that you both fucked up.

“Oh… fuck…” You meekly curse with your hand massaging your temple.

Now you know how serious it is that your head starts to spin and you get groggy, you blame it on the alcohol and the recreational drug mixed with anxiety, making you suddenly feel sick. If Hyunjin wasn’t there holding your hand, you would have broken down onto the floor.

“It’s okay. We’ll just tell him it happened so quickly that we didn’t notice but the failsafe worked, the procedure is almost done anyway,” Hyunjin resolves, trying to comfort you.

His phone is vibrating on the desk and he goes to check it, reading a text from someone, “Tim said Professor has just come through the gate.”

All of a sudden, you wish you could have smoked that one rolled joint from Hyunjin’s tin can, it would really helped you relax., you run to your desk and put your lab coat on. Seungmin could come any minute now and you check your appearance for one last time, then rummaging inside your bag to put a fresh coat of lipstick and pop two mints into your mouth.

The sounds of the elevator chimes open make your heart drop and you tell yourself that it’s time to put an act. You smack your lips together and turn around on your feet, ready to greet him.

“Good evening, Professor!” You cheerily greet which only makes it seem even more suspicious.

Aware that you’re smiling too enthusiastically, you quickly tone it down a little and clasp your hands together in front of you, letting him know you’re at his service.

As usual, Seungmin avoids looking into your eyes, he swings his briefcase and takes off his coat, putting it down on your desk, “What’s the update?”

Even though you know he’d ask that very question it still catches you off guard, your hands are flailing as you take his briefcase and coat in your hands.

“Uh… they uh… they’re on their ninth and progressing,” you stammer.

Seungmin doesn’t waste time to check it himself, you decide to put his things in his office first and join everyone in the main lab after. You have to go back to retrieve your notebook, in case Seungmin wants you to do something.

As expected, he’s checking everything himself, and from the look of Hyunjin’s face, he told Seungmin about it already.

“I checked everything and nothing else shows up, it’s only that one… I-I’m sorry, Professor, I left for a moment and not…” Hyunjin is babbling, trying to explain himself.

However, Seungmin seems to not hear him, he’s too busy checking everything himself. It would have been great if he scolds any of you but no, he stays quiet with his jaws all clenched and it looks hot on him but gosh, it only makes you more nervous.

Hyunjin throws a glance at you and you take it that he needs you to back him up but the problem is something feels caught in your throat, not allowing you to speak out. You repeatedly gulp air to muster up the courage to open your mouth and

“Hyunjin, I want you to check the log system!” Seungmin orders without looking away from the computer screen.

Hyunjin awkwardly gets up from his chair and scratches his head, “In the server room or…?”

Seungmin turns his head to the side, sharply glancing his way, “As soon as possible,” he says.

Even though Seungmin is not answering his question, Hyunjin immediately scrambles to get his laptop and hugs it close to his chest, “Copy that!”

He heads for the door when Seungmin calls his name again and you exchange a glance with him right before he turns around, “Yes, Professor?”

“Don’t miss out on any details!” Seungmin warns him with an icy glare.

Even if it’s not aimed toward you is already enough to send a shudder down your spine. Feeling bad for not being able to defend Hyunjin, you chase after him as he leaves for the server room in the lower level and grab his elbow, “Hey...”

In response to your sad call, he softly smiles and takes your hand to squeeze it, “I’ll be downstairs. No need to worry,” he says with a playful laugh.

You scoff and reach for the collar of his sweater, fixing it for him, “Okay.”

“Can you tame the beast while I’m away though?” he jokingly asks while keeping his voice low, afraid that Seungmin would hear it.

You doubt you can do that but you stifle a nod, “I’ll try.”

One thing you learned from working as his assistant for three years is that when Seungmin is mad, it's better to give him space.

You let him work in the main lab by himself, he'd call for you when he needed you which is a rare thing, and he's doing fine by himself most of the time.

However, you know that you and Hyunjin's recklessness has caused this therefore, you have to try to ease him up and most importantly, apologize.

Watching through the window in the pantry, you see that Seungmin is leaving the main lab and he's most likely going to his office.

You were planning to make a cup of tea for yourself in the hope of helping you sober up but then it seems like a good idea to make one for Seungmin too. who knows a nice cup of tea would help to relax him?

You keep retreating with a tray in your hands, having second thoughts about the tea but you remind yourself that it's not fair that Hyunjin has been taking all the blame himself and you should take responsibility too.

Three knocks on his door and you let yourself in, "I made you a cup of tea, Professor," you quietly mutter, almost inaudible.

You have been looking down at the floor but the absence of his answer makes your eyes wander, he only turns the light on this desk and keeps the rest of the room dark.

Through the faint moonlight that shines through the blinds, you see Seungmin's silhouette, the tall figure and wide shoulders. His hands are busy untying his tie open and pulls it around the collar of his shirt.

You have to actively tell your brain to start talking and not just stand there, staring at him.

"Professor, I'd like to apologize for being so careless and putting the test subject at risk," your throat is so clogged up that you find it hard to say those words.

Seungmin doesn't say anything but gets to the coat hanger, putting his suit jacket on there.

"Why? You're not the one operating the machine," he calmly says.

It's like walking on thin ice, one wrong step and you're done. So you choose your next word carefully or else, you'll be drowning in his icy glares.

"Because I was here when it happened and I should've alerted Hyunjin about it," you tell him, taking over the blame from Hyunjin.

Seungmin's head snaps in your direction yet he remains standing there, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow.

"Do you understand how important this test is?" He asks, his voice is calm yet sharp.

At this point, you just have to follow his words if you want to make it out alive so you meekly nod, "Yes, Professor."

He then goes around the desk, leaning against the desk, and crosses his arms in front of him, "Do you want me to fail?"

You strongly deny with a head shake, "No, Professor."

You look at him even though you can't see much in this dim light, "I know that I disappointed you but it was never my intention to make you fail," you earnestly tell him.

It's kind of offending that he makes it sound like you tried to sabotage him when in fact, you were neglecting your work to fool around with your colleague but you can't tell him that, right? Well, fuck.

Seungmin suddenly lets out a snarky laugh, "You see, the whole world wants me to fail," he says.

You take a step closer to let him see that you mean every word you say, "I don't want you to fail, Professor. I do."

"And why's that?" He asks, sounding a little weary.

Except for the desk lamp that casts a backlight behind him, it seems like Seungmin finds comfort in the dark that lingers in the room so that he can drop his facade and become a man who simply seeks validation from someone.

"Because you're great, Professor," you reply without wavering.

"Your brilliance is just... I don't think I ever met a man who is not just good but also passionate about his works," your words fell apart in the middle because it's never easy to try to fathom your thoughts into words.

"You're amazing, inspiring..." and you don't care if that sounds phony or cliché, you want him to know that.

It's like your body is attracted to him, your feet unknowingly take you another step closer to him and your hand rests on his arm.

"And if only you could see yourself the way I see you, it'd blow your mind," you tell him.

This time, Seungmin holds the gaze longer than a second and it intensifies into a stare that sees right through you and you let him, you let him see the respect you have for him and your pure admiration.

And it's too late to hide those feelings that stem from all that, so you let him see them too.

You break away the eye contact and fumble to recover, "Professor, I—"

Then he reaches for your face, turning your head to make you look into his eyes again, and weirdly, you feel like you already have a home in them.

The next thing you know, your lips are on his lips and you don't care whoever leaning in first, all you can feel is how warm and welcoming his kiss is, it almost feels like coming home.

However, in the next moment, you realize how wrong this is and abruptly stop kissing him. You immediately retreat until the back of your legs hit the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Professor, that was so..."

Wrong? But that didn't feel wrong, it feels right and if anything, it confirms your feelings are true for him.

"I love you, Professor," you blurt out yet letting them out feels relieving like a ton of weight gets off your chest at once.

"In fact, I've loved you for years now," you continue, ignoring how pathetic you spun saying that.

Then you plop down on the sofa and plant your face in your hands, realizing the damage you've done.

"Oh, my God..." You take a shaky breath through your mouth as tears pooling in your eyes.

"I shouldn't have said that," you mutter with the guilt gathering in the pit of your stomach and making you feel sick inside.

There's no turning back now and all you can do is face the consequences, it means losing the job and losing him forever. You feel pathetic for feeling the saddest for the latter.

Seungmin takes a seat next to you on the sofa and his hand holds your chin, gently turning your head his way. You feel so exposed as he looks at your tears-streaked face and how pathetic you look right now.

And you're ready to hear him saying that the two of you can't do this, that he has a wife and this is wrong but instead, you see fondness in his eyes as he tenderly wipes your tears with his knuckle and puts your hair to the side. He holds your face with both hands like you're a fragile object that needs extra care.

You finally find the reason why he kept avoiding your eyes and that's because he feels the same for you, he gets lost in each other's eyes and knows what it would do when that happens.

It's what happening now and it's getting out of control yet none of your hands are going for the steering wheel, you both let it happen, and you let your lips collide in an explosive kiss.

Seungmin kisses you hard and deep like he's been wanting to do that for a long time. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and tight like he's never letting go. And... oh, the way a heavy sigh slips out of his mouth between kisses only tells you that he wants it just as much as you.

"Call my name," he suddenly mutters against your lips.

"Profes—"

He then puts his thumb over your lips, stopping you from calling him by his title.

"Call my name," he says again then swipes his thumb across your lips.

"Seungmin..." you breathlessly say.

It's the first time you call him by his first name yet it doesn't feel foreign in your mouth, it's a simple thing yet it brings him a lot closer to you.

He hastily presses a kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he says, "Say it again."

You softly smile with your eyes closed and say his name again, "Seungmin..."

Seungmin smiles hearing you calling his name and it's the first smile you've seen on him in a long time, it's nice and endearing, but what makes you happy is knowing that you're the one who made him smile.

Without warning, Seungmin crashes his lips on yours again, harder and deeper. He holds your body closer and tighter, not letting you go, and oh... you don't care that you'll end up in flames, it hurts so good.

It takes him almost an hour to extract data in the server room and he gets used to the constant whirring of the machinery in there.

When Hyunjin gets out of the room, he is greeted by the eerie quiet of the empty building. The elevator is already on stand-by when he pushes the button up, he gets in right away while hugging his laptop close to his chest.

He pushes the floor number on the panel and waits for the doors to close when suddenly, the doors slide open again.

Hyunjin reckons it's the security taking another lap around the building to make—

His eyes widen when he sees that it's the least person he expects to ride an elevator at four in the morning with. He recognizes her from the expensive bag and the towering heels she's wearing when she has no one to impress.

"Mrs. Kim?!" He awkwardly greets, failing to hide the perplexity in his voice.

"Take me to him," she says, keeping her head straight as she speaks.

There's nothing to see here except that she'll find Seungmin working hard in his lab but Hyunjin also can't help himself thinking, what if...

He anxiously picks at the lint on his sweater the whole elevator and hopes that none of you are anywhere near each other.

The second the elevator doors are open, Hyunjin slips out ahead of her and hurriedly guides her toward the main lab.

"Professor has been working hard in the lab. Please, this way," he says, showing her the way as he walks two steps ahead of her.

But of course, Mrs. Kim is not one to fool, she notices that the light in Seungmin's office is on and decides to check it.

"He's not in his office, he's in the main lab observing the test," Hyunjin insists, trying to avert her attention away when he doesn't even know where the two of you are but his instinct tells him that it's right behind that door.

It's too late for Hyunjin to try to stop her somewhere as she pushes the door open, and lets it fly open.

Hyunjin slowly turns his head and sees his fear become reality. Seungmin is lying on top of you on the sofa with your hands all over each other, not just kissing, but passionately making out like two drunk lovers that they're not aware of people watching them.

"Working hard, huh?" Mrs. Kim says at Hyunjin, throwing daggers with her eyes.

It takes Hyunjin a moment to think of what he needs to do, he aggressively knocks on the door to snap both of you out of your lover's daze.

Seungmin breaks the kiss, he lifts his head toward the door and the moment he sees his wife, his eyes instantly dim like day turns to night.

Mrs. Kim stomps her heels against the floor and it's echoing in the hallway, Hyunjin gets out of the way as Seungmin runs out of his office to chase for his wife.

"Wait, wait, wait," Seungmin shouts as he keeps running after his wife to the elevator.

"I knew it, Seungmin," His wife says as she keeps aggressively punching the elevator button.

"I came here to work. This is a... uh..."

Even a genius such as Seungmin can be at a loss for words when he gets caught in this situation, Hyunjin reckons.

You come out of the office not long after with your hair disheveled and your eyes red like you've been crying, "Mrs. Kim, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I kissed him first, I..." you run out of breath as you talk fit every word into one sentence.

Mrs. Kim walks past Seungmin and comes at you but maintain a safe space. She looks at you with disgust in her eyes and it goes on for a few seconds until she stops staring and claps her purse in front of her.

"You can have him," she says to you.

That gets you confused, and you blink your eyes unable to respond to that, "But Mrs. Kim... It wasn't my intention. I'm just a stupid girl with a stupid crush, I—"

"YOU ALREADY DID!" She raises her voice at you, making you smaller than her as you shrivel in front of her.

Seungmin grabs her by the elbow but that's not enough to stop her, at least, she calms down as she lets out a heavy sigh.

"You already did once and now you fucking did it again," she may have lowered her voice but it stings a lot more than the previous.

"Wh–What do you mean?" You ask her in genuine confusion while raking your hair to the back.

Mrs. Kim glances at Seungmin, hinting that it's his turn to speak, "Fucking tell her!" She says to him, yanking her hand away from him and entering the elevator.

Hyunjin is caught between you and Seungmin now, the tension is suffocating him but what is unbearable is seeing you hurt.

"Seungmin?" You meekly call him with your eyes glassy with tears.

"You wanted it," Seungmin says.

"What?" You ask in utter confusion.

"You begged me to do the procedure on you," He gives you the full answer.

You stagger to the back and hold the edge of your desk to steady yourself, "What did I–I do?" You stammer.

Seungmin looks at you then towards the elevator, he puts himself in this position where he has to choose between you and his wife.

"Seungmin," You desperately call his name again as your tears overflow your eyes and roll down your cheeks like waterfalls.

"Please..." you sadly beg.

But Seungmin knows better that you're asking him more than just an answer, you want him to stay, you want him to choose you, not her.

Hyunjin watches as the scene unfolds into a gut-wrenching sight as Seungmin makes a final decision, he goes for the elevator and leaves you here, breaking down all alone.

"Are you... are you okay?" Hyunjin asks as he helps you get up from the floor.

What is okay about this? He chooses her and not you.

No matter how much you expected this, you can't escape the pain of knowing that he left you after what you both shared a while ago.

What is okay about finding out he's been hiding something from you?

You need to know what she meant when she said you already have him once and you get a hunch that it has something to do with the locked files. It's just been there, speaking out to you, telling you to open it.

"Let's get you a glass of water," Hyunjin says, putting his hand on your back to get you to the pantry but you turn away.

You barge into Seungmin's face and search for his access key, you spill out the content of his briefcase for it and find it tucked in his wallet.

Hyunjin is about to enter the office when you run out carrying the access key with you to the main lab. With your eyes blurry with tears, you access the locked file on the computer and scan the access key to unlock it.

There are files, the same ones a test subject took whenever they get chosen for a test and you open the profile to find yourself on it.

Your heart sinks and it's bringing you down with it, you open the file one after another and your name is written all over it as test subject number 3.

Hyunjin takes your hand away from the computer to stop you from digging further into it but he's too late, you have pressed the play button on a video interview of you and you're dressed in a patient gown.

Then a voice asks, "So... tell me what you remember."

SEUNGMIN: So, tell me what you remember.

YOU: [Exhales] We met at a lecture before and I am aware of how important you are, how smart, how respectable you are and I wanted to work with you, and I... I liked you immediately at the job interview.

YOU: A month into the job, I discovered that you're so mature and you're just so... nice. I admire you so much [inhales] I was– I get so tongue-tied around you when all I wanted is for you to think that I am smart [sadly chuckles]

YOU: Oh, Seungmin, I can't do this [sniffles] how can I do this? [Covers face with hands]

SEUNGMIN: It's for the best. You know that.

YOU: Yeah, I know [sniffles]

YOU: [Takes a deep breath] Remember that day when our hands accidentally brushed and we both felt that surge of electricity? You explained that when an atom has protons and electrons in odd numbers, electrons get excited. Then you said... it was you who was excited and in that moment, I just knew, I knew something was going to happen, something wonderful [smiles]

YOU: We took that trip to the beach at midnight and got there when it was time for sunrise, you got mad because I made your slacks drenched in seawater but that day I saw the biggest smile on your face [wipes tears]

YOU: You got this idea that we should live in one of those beach houses so we can watch the sunrise together... [sighs] The next month, you rented one and we went there every Saturday.

YOU: My life only existed every Saturday when I spent the early hours watching the sun rise in your arms in that beach house... [lets out a sob]

YOU: Gosh, we were so happy... we were so happy, Seungmin [sadly smiles]

You can't recall those memories in your head but you feel the ache in your chest, you can feel tears begin clogging your throat and it burns the longer you keep it down.

The interview is 98 minutes long and you're only on the first fifteen minutes, you're clutching at your chest as you hit the fast-forward button to the last five minutes of the video.

YOU: ...said it's for the best, you offer me to get a procedure done because it's the only way we can get past this [sniffles]

SEUNGMIN: It's the only way. No one will get hurt this way.

YOU: [Nods] I know.

You roughly wipe the tears on your cheek with the heels of your hands, then rewind the video a few minutes back to find out the reason that led you to do the procedure with

SEUNGMIN: Go on.

YOU: It's so hard [cries into hands]

SEUNGMIN: You can do this.

YOU: That day... that morning, I noticed the symptoms, and I don't know [rubs temples] I think I got too excited and hastily decided to tell you that I'm pregnant. I know I should've confirmed it first but I was just so enthused to tell you we might have a child together, our child, our future... [looks up in tears] There's nothing I wanted more than having a future with you.

YOU: [sobs] [rubs chest]

YOU: I took a test in the afternoon and turned out, I wasn't pregnant, it was... [sniffles] it was a false alarm but you, Seungmin, you were already far gone...

YOU: [choked sobs]

YOU: That's when I realized that I want a man who doesn't want the same thing as me [sobs louder] I was so wrong, I was so wrong to think that I can have it all...

YOU: [Wipes tears with hands] I want what you can't give. I want what I can't have in the first place.

YOU: I want you and it hurts living with that truth [clutches chest]

YOU: The most hurtful thing is I still want you... even to this very second.

The sound of your own voice from the video blurs into a background noise as you feel the tightness in your chest and it keeps tightening, making it hard for you to breathe.

Your hand is clutching your chest, hitting at it to help you breathe but it does the opposite, you feel hurt instead.

Tears are dropping onto your hand and the surface of the desk, then you see the access key lying there next to your hand.

You take it, pull out the Polaroid, and turn it over to see that it's a photo of you resting your head on Seungmin's chest and you both smile at the camera, frozen in time.

What you said is true, you and Seungmin were so happy like two people in love.

No matter how many memories you erase, if two people are drawn to each other, there is little that can be done to stop that.

Even though you can't remember those memories, you somehow remember how they feel and they're real. You choke on a sob and fall onto the floor, crying into your hands.

You see, remembering is easy but it also hurts so much.

SIX MONTHS LATER

"I can finish this myself," Professor Song says, her red lipstick in contrast to the plain white decor of the lab.

"Are you sure, Professor?" You ask, holding your notebook close to your chest as you watch her perform a dissection on a blue crayfish.

"Yes," she replies as she picks up an iris scissor.

"It's Friday night, a young girl like you should be leaving the office early," she says, turning her head to the side to flash you a smile.

It's been months and you still haven't used to this treatment, not that it's bad, she's nice, almost maternal but most of the time, she feels like a friend that you can comfortably talk to.

"I don't have anywhere to go, Professor," you say with an embarrassed laugh.

"Why not? Get out there, have a few drinks, and flirt with a handsome fella or two," she says, carefully cutting the tail with a cartilage knife.

Scientists are all the same, they work better when they're given the time and space. You have got permission to leave anyway so why should you stay and be a nuisance?

"Is there anything else you want to do then, Professor?" You ask.

She stops bending down and looks at you, "Yes. I want you to send an email to Dr. Lee. Ask him if he has sent the specimens I requested," she orders.

You jot it down quickly in your notebook, "Anything else?"

"No. That's it," she says.

You put your pen back in your lab coat pocket and clasp your hands together in front of you, "Well then, Professor, I'm off to flirt with a handsome fella or two," you poke fun at her.

She hovers to the other table to get a new set of dissection kits, "But remember, only take one home," she warns you.

You chuckle at that and bid your farewell, "Have a great night, Professor!"

"You too, darling!" She says in response.

You return to your desk to do Professor Song's last order of the day and as usual, the girls in the next cubicle are talking about everything they're reading on the internet to pass the time until it's time to clock out.

One of them notices your arrival and knocks on the wall of your cubicle, "Hey, someone came and looking for you," she says.

You stop taking off your lab coat and put it back on, "Yeah. Who?"

"He didn't tell me his name but he's really cute," she answers with a sly smile dancing on her face as if she's amused by her own thoughts.

"Thank you for letting me know," you mutter to her.

From the way she got swooned by the brief meeting, you kind of guess who it is and you'd be devastated if it wasn't him.

Your co-worker pops out of her cubicle again, "Oh and he said he'll be waiting by the aquarium," she adds.

"Okay. Thanks," you mutter your gratitude.

You focus on the task in your hands first, writing an email per Professor Song's request, and leave the second you get the notification that the email has been successfully sent.

The natural history museum you're working in has one floor specialized in sea life and that's the division you're a part of, the aquarium is right below your office.

You skip riding the elevator knowing they'll be crowded with people leaving from work and opt for the emergency stairs. Your heart is racing because what if your guess is wrong?

But also... what if it's right?

The aquarium tends to be dark and the only source of lights are coming from the tanks. You search through the place, among the visitors to find one who has been waiting for you.

And you find him standing by a tank full of seahorses.

Hyunjin looks the same. He's still dressed in oversized clothing and ripped jeans, he still misses his month haircut, except that now, he painted his nails black.

The bluish light of the aquarium casts a glow on his face and he looks so mesmerized by it, quietly observing it with his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.

You quietly stand next to him, also shoving your hands in your lab coat pockets.

"Do you know that seahorses mate for life?" You utter a random fact to him.

Hyunjin softly chuckles and keeps looking at how the seahorses tangled their tails together to avoid losing each other when they travel.

"I kind of jealous of them," he says.

"Yeah? Why?" You ask.

"Imagine you're a seahorse and one day, you meet another seahorse, you get together and it just... works out," he answers.

"Well, yeah, too bad that you're a tall, sexy computer genius and not a seahorse," you jokingly say.

Hyunjin turns his head at you and your eyes meet, you both burst into laughter almost at the same time. You come to him and throw your arms around him for a quick hug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

He holds your hand by the fingers as he speaks, "I didn't– I didn't want to disturb you, you seem busy and all," he answers.

"That didn't stop you from pestering me before," you joke.

Hyunjin takes a moment to look at you, probably making sure that you've been recovering well from that day.

"Wow!" He clicks his tongue as he checks you out.

You suddenly get flustered, "What?"

"I can't believe that I love seeing you in a lab coat," he replies.

It feels good to reunite with him even though looking at him reminds you of that night when everything fell apart. How you said unkind things to him, how you left that night and never returned. You were too embarrassed to call or even text him, you were so mean to him when he didn't deserve any of it.

"Are you busy now?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I was actually about to leave."

"Okay, great," he enthusiastically says.

Hyunjin is standing on his tiptoes as he asks you, "Do you want to get dinner with me?"

He must be so used to your rejection and probably think you'd reject him for the umpteenth time. This time it's different, you nod and accept his offer right away, "My treat."

You check the time and it's a little after five which means you're eligible to leave your duty.

"I'm going to get my things and we'll meet in the lobby?"

"Yeah, sure," he replies with a grin.

"See you in five!"

As you're about to leave, you remember something and turn around to look at him. You take something out of your lab coat pocket.

"You can have it while you wait," you playfully say, putting

takes a lollipop out of your lab coat pocket and hands it to him,

The dinner went well, you caught up on so many things and Hyunjin was being careful the whole time by avoiding talking about the lab or Seungmin.

The night continues with him treating you with coffee since you paid for dinner. With the coffee shop is crowded, you decide to wait outside next to a newsstand and there you see him, Seungmin.

Seungmin is on the cover of every magazine there is, talking about his success in building a memory-erasing machine. It's either that or the news that he's expecting a child with his wife who would eventually become the heir of her parents' pharmaceutical empire.

You feel happy for him, genuinely happy to know that, at least, one of you is happy.

"Here you go," Hyunjin hands you one of the coffee cups he's holding.

You look away and take the coffee cup from him, "Thank you."

The night is warm so you both decide to take a walk in the park, trying to digest the dinner you both had. You stop by a bench look over the fountain and sit there.

"So you're working with fish now, huh?" Hyunjin says.

"Not fish. It's sea life," you correct him with a dramatic eye roll.

It's amazing that he can finish his iced coffee so fast, leaving only the ice cubes on the bottom of the cup. He puts the empty cup away and leans back on the bench.

"How about you?" You ask.

Hyunjin gulps air, probably hesitating to talk about how he still works for Seungmin. You put your hand on his knee and say, "You know you can stop being careful around me."

He looks at you, making sure that you're okay with it, "Well, we've been working hard on the production of two new machines," he says.

Everything seems to be going as Seungmin planned and as someone who was once part of it, you're proud of what they have achieved.

He grabs your hand resting on his knee and squeezes it, "Are you okay?"

You gave yourself enough time to wail over everything and even though, you haven't fully recovered, you don't intend to waste any of your time on it.

So to answer his question, you can confidently answer, "I'm okay."

He nods and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, "You still don't remember any of it?"

You shake your head, "No."

If there's one good thing that comes out of it is that the machine worked wonders. You can't extract the memories you mentioned in the video interview but they do evoke certain feelings you didn't know you had.

Now you get why Professor Hale glanced at you when he said the MNE-Machine is a huge success.

"How about—" Hyunjin stops himself from continuing his question.

"My feelings?" You finish his question for him.

You look inside you for an answer, "Forgetting seems to only amplify the feeling of loss but by remembering the pain... it helps me keep moving," you tell him.

You look up at the night sky and inhale the summer air as you talk about the one thing you learn about all this.

"I'm trying to embrace the entirety of my experiences, the good and the bad, the joyous and the painful... I'm learning still," you end with a low sigh.

Hyunjin slips his fingers between your fingers and laces them together, "I think you're doing great," he says.

Another thing that you learn is that these experiences and memories, regardless of their emotional weight, shape our identities, guide our actions, and ultimately, make us human.

And you'll always remember Hyunjin as a kind and warm person, most of the memories you have of him are good ones.

"Hyunjin," you call his name.

"Yes?"

"I'm so sorry for what I said that night," you sincerely apologize.

You remember how he tried to stop you from leaving, driving at dawn while crying and you shoved him hard, cursing at him and telling him to leave you alone.

"Hey, it's okay. I understand that you were so emotional that night and I would have too if I were you," he says.

Hyunjin is always so kind and understanding, you don't know how you failed to notice them before. Oh, well, it's because you were too busy putting all of your attention on the wrong guy.

He then puts his arm around your shoulder and mutters, "I'm glad you're okay," he says.

And in shared experiences like this, both the joys and the sorrows, are what bind the two of you together.

The walk to your apartment building is quite far from the bus stop but he's not complaining, he likes it and it means he gets to be with you longer.

"Did you find someone else to pester on?"

Hyunjin is busy wondering whether he should hold your hand or not when you suddenly ask him a question.

"The new assistant is a Star Trek fan and a math enthusiast, hard pass," he answers.

You laugh and grab his wrist to take him to cross the street and Hyunjin uses it as an opportunity to hold your hand. He senses your eyes on him as he confidently intertwines his hand with you and surprisingly, you're not letting go.

"How about Rina? You should ask her out," you recommend again.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, "I told you, she's not my type."

"Then what is your type?"

"Older and prettier," he shortly answers.

You laugh and swing your clasped hand as you walk the street.

"It's a plus if she's great at sex," Hyunjin adds with an eyebrow raised.

You shake your head and laugh it off, your hand shoots in the direction of a building, "This is me," you say.

Hyunjin is not ready to part yet, he slows down his pace to buy him a minute or two. You let go of his hand to rummage inside your bag for your keys, it's jiggling when you get it out.

He stops at the base of steps that lead to the door of your house and waits as you unlock the door. There's another day and another chance to see you again, but... Gosh, he misses you so much, a few hours aren't enough to cure his longing.

You turn around to face him, walking down one step to be on the same eye level with him, "It's been great catching up with you," you tell him.

So this is it, this is the part where he has to say goodnight and see you again another day. Hyunjin inhales air and puts on a smile, "Thank you for the dinner."

"Thank you for the coffee," you say back.

"Thank you for the fact about the seahorses," he adds with a lopsided grin.

You chuckle and hold your hair from being blown by the summer breeze, you suddenly look him in the eyes as you say, "I can't believe that I'm about to say this."

That gets him curious, he gazes into your eyes and asks, "What?"

You press your lips together and smile, "I'm so happy to see you again," you tell him.

It's not just words, he can see it in your eyes and how they light up as you look at him.

If only you knew how long he's been waiting to see you again. Hyunjin waited because he knew meeting him would remind you of that painful night and that's the last thing he wanted: seeing you hurt.

"Are you going to just stare at me and not kiss me?" You say.

Is it selfish of him to say that despite the hurt, he still remembers the happy moments you both shared that night? He wishes you only remember that and now you said those same words from that night, he knows now you keep those in your memory too.

Hyunjin doesn't waste another second to put his lips on yours and while he pours all of his feelings into his kisses, he feels like his chest starts to fill up with hope in return.

Gosh, you still taste sweet and heavenly, he feels like his feet are floating off the ground as your kisses are taking him out of this world.

When you let go of the kiss, Hyunjin is still reeling from it.

"Do you want to come in?" You ask.

And in a second, Hyunjin finds himself back on earth, in this moment where you finally letting him in.

With all of his heart, Hyunjin answers, "Yes."

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Who knew missing a work meeting could lead to this?!

Y/N misses one of Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara's team meetings so she must explain herself to him, he invites her back to his place under the guise she needs to help him with paperwork when smut ensues.

This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate without permission as I've worked very hard on this!

TW - Minors DNI!

daddy kink, pet names, bondage play. Might be a lil OOC I've never written for Chuuya before or written kink smut so be kind 🙏

Word Limit: just over 4K 🥵

Y/N had been avoiding her supervisor officer all week, she had deliberately missed his most recent bi weekly round up meeting and she knew he'd be pissed at her for it. She'd rounded a corner in the main Port Mafia building when she heard a stern voice speak out "Why didn't you come to the meeting we had?" she sighs and looks down at her shoes suddenly finding them very interesting "Can we go to your office sir? I'd feel much more comfortable talking in private?" She hadn't even turned to look at him yet before she heard him mumble a non committal "Whatever" listening as his shoes hit against the marble floors so she turned and followed him down the small corridor. When they finally reached his office he ushered her in pushing gently at her lower back as she took in his office, not for the first time and probably not the last time, it's walls were painted in a sleek grey and silver theme very minimalist if she did think so herself but exactly what one may expect from a Port Mafia executive she thought as she sat in the black office chair across from his own. As he sat down she could see the annoyance that burned across his face at having to have another meeting about this topic which was cutting into his personal time, his fingers thumped against his desk as he looked across to her "So? What do you have to say for yourself this time L/N?" She gulped at his tone before responding sheepishly "I wasn't actually sure I'd need to come honestly, I've felt kind of sidelined on recent missions and wasn't sure I was strong enough to be classed as your subordinate. I know my ability can be useful but I don't know..." She trails off as she looks to the side focusing on a rather small speck of dust on his computer screen until she hears his huff wearily "You're not being sidelined, you're just getting more experience." he says sternly before taking a sip of what looked like some variation of a red wine. "And besides, you're doing great work so far you just lack confidence." The woman can't help but pout slightly at her mentors words as true as they may be that doesn't stop the string that hits her chest and settled in the cracks of her heart "it doesn't feel that way honestly sir" she can't look him in the eyes when she's still so unsure of her place on his team, it's a highly sought after post she knows this but maybe that's what makes it hurt more knowing she's not good enough for it yet.

He watches her crestfallen face for a moment before he replies "It does feel good that you're here, trust me." his tone softens slightly but there is still an edge to it "I'm sorry I disappointed you sir...it won't happen again! Did I miss much? maybe you could give me a recap now if you're able" she pleads to her mentor to not give up on her just yet "We were discussing our next week..." He pauses for a moment before continuing "...and then someone interrupted us by saying they wanted to talk about their feelings about certain member of the team..." he takes another sip of his wine before he begins again "she wants to quit now" shock racks across her face "That's not good, we can't afford to lose any more members especially if they keep going to the ADA, I'll...talk with whoever it is maybe I can change their mind!" She offers up her suggestion hastily "No, no," he shakes his head quickly "Don't bother talking to her, let her go, we don't need anyone who isn't loyal anymore." he stares at her intently "Just tell her that she needs to stay or else she'll regret it later." She gulps as she nods understanding the severity of wanting the leave the mafia "Of course sir. I'll pass the message on" she stutters out. "Good girl." She can't help but flush pink at the term, he's never called her anything like that before.

He smiles faintly as he leans back in his chair "Now then, what else should we discuss?" his eyes wander around the room for a second before returning to look directly into her e/c eyes "Do you know why Higuchi wants to leave?" he asks calmly yet firmly "N-no sir why?" "Because she didn't agree with your plans for the future." He says bluntly "Because she thought you weren't taking care of yourself enough." He pauses briefly before adding "But most importantly, she couldn't stand being near you anymore." He sighs deeply "That's all there was to it" "What?! I haven't done anything to offend her... Have I?" she starts to sift through memories to see what she had done to hurt her friend "Of course you did! You were always so irritating!" He snaps angrily "You never cared about getting yourself nearly killed which puts everyone else in danger too!"

He stands up suddenly and begins pacing around the room "It doesn't matter how many times you apologize or beg forgiveness, nothing will ever change the fact that you're an awful subordinate" she can't help the hurt that shoots into her chest and flashes across her face "I have always tried my best!...sir..." She stops talking about her voice can crack with pain. "Oh please..." His voice drops slightly as he stops pacing and turns towards her "...don't lie to yourself." He takes another step closer until their faces are almost touching "The truth is plain to see now. All these years spent trying to make everyone happy only made you miserable in the end." Her brow furrows at his statement "Maybe...but the team functions better now than it ever has! Someone had to sacrifice for the better of the organisation" the chair she'd been sitting on now lies on the floor as she jumps up to confront him "Sacrifice?" He laughs mockingly "Is that really what this is about?! Are you saying that by sacrificing yourself for others, you somehow achieved greatness?!" He shakes his head sadly "No one lives life without making sacrifices sometimes, especially those who wish to succeed in their goals." She looks down then before mumbling out her reply "I've sacrificed as much as you have, I can't imagine being a executive has been without it's struggles" he smiles softly "Yes, it has been hard work, but worth every second of it." He gives her a small nod before turning back to face her "And now here we are. The perfect balance between efficiency and effectiveness. It seems like everything has come together perfectly." He chuckles lightly.

she glances to the side of his desk seeing all the unfinished mission statements that need completed when she suddenly has an idea "Why you don't head home early sir and I'll finish all that work for you" his expression softens "I'm sure it'd be a big help for you" he chuckles softly as he shakes his head "You don't need to do that, it's my work I'll do it". Y/N shakes her head firmly not wanting to budge "well there must be some way I can make up for missing the meeting?" He thinks for a moment "How about you come to my place tonight?" He smirks at the girl in front of him as she turns a dark red thinking of the implications of his words "Sir? Do you need help with the papers? Or..." She trails off not really sure what she's asking him he nods slowly "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having someone around while I work on these papers. Plus, I think you'd enjoy spending time with me right?" He winks playfully at her.

That stops her in her tracks does he know about her little crush why else would he offer for her to come to his come when they could work on his reports here. Finally she gulps down the saliva that pools under her tongue and nods slowly not trusting her words, to be shown such attention from an executive as highly thought of as Chuuya was exciting to say the least. He grins widely "Good girl~" He takes out his phone and types in a few commands before handing it to her to input her number, "Text me whenever you're free so we can hangout"she nods quickly and inputs her number "I thought we were heading back tonight?" She tilts her head confused "Oh we are I just need to finish finalising something real quick then we will go.

Chuuya's fingers clack at the keyboard quickly for a few moments before he speaks again " We should probably go soon since it's getting late already" He stands up and stretches his arms above his head to stretch out his aching back "Let's get going then shall we?" Y/N grabs the few belongings she brought with her today and looks to her mentor "Ready when you are" He nods to her and they leave the building together.

They walk through the dark streets together until they reach Chuuya's apartment building where he unlocks the door and leads her inside, she walks inside of his penthouse tentatively, looking around at his sleek walls and plush looking furniture "You have a lovely apartment sir" she breaths out taking every inch in "Thank you very much for today, coming to see me about the missed meeting" He sits down on one of the couches and pats his lap invitingly "Come sit with me". He looks at her expectantly waiting for her response "You look stunning today by the way. You're wearing something a little more...revealing today...that for me?" He smirks to himself she flushes as she looks down at her blouse it had been unseasonally hot recently and lighter slightly more revealing work outfits had been essential "I-it's been so hot recently I've needed to adapt my clothes I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable sir" she frowns as she joins him on the couch "No worries, I don't mind seeing you wear something like that" His gaze lingers over her body "It suits you well though" He reaches forward and gently touches her arm "You know what else would suit you perfectly? If you took off your jacket" she shrugs the material off quickly almost as if it lingered on her skin any longer it would burn her "Would you be willing to try something new for me" He looks into her eyes expectantly.

She nods almost dazed as she looks down at his hand which is tracing small lines into her skin "What would you like to try sir?" He leans closer and whispers in her ear "How about I tie down your pretty hands to my bed~?" He chuckles softly before pulling away from her and standing up "Let's take this to my bedroom shall we?" He takes her hand and leads her towards his room "Strip for me please baby" She flushes a deep red at his words and follows to his bedroom starting to remove articles of clothes as they move. "Good girl~" He opens the door and steps inside leaving her alone in the room "Come here" He gestures towards the bed where he lays out several ropes and various other items such as handcuffs and blindfolds "Now lie down on the bed and spread those beautiful thighs of yours wide open for me darling~" She gulps down her nerves and nods to him, removing the last of her clothing leaving her bare to her bosses piercing eyes, she lays down on his monochrome silk sheets and spreads her legs for him to invite him into her personal space.

"Mmhmm... You're looking very delicious right now aren't you sweetheart?" He smirks and moves between her legs, running his hands along her inner thigh before reaching up and grabbing hold of her wrists pinning them above her head "There we go~ Now let's see how much pleasure we can draw out of your pretty little body" He murmurs admiring her form, he suddenly looks to her face "You heard of the traffic light system sweetheart?" she smiles lightly at his wanting to make sure she's safe and comfortable during their encounter and nods her head "Yes green means go, yellow means I'm unsure but want to continue and red is stop immediately" "Good girl~ and your safe word?" he asks while trailing his fingers to her inner thighs teasinger her with his gentle touches she thinks for a moment before responding "Peaches" She nods and giggles softly. "Are you ready to start lovely?" He asks as he spreads her legs a little further she nods as the pulls him down to her lips giving him a firm kiss.

Chuuya starts his teasing by turning his head the the side peppering her thighs with small kisses, giving small nibbles and licks every few minutes "I've always thought you were incredibly beautiful you know and so dedicated to the PM... To me" a whine bubbles up to her lips at his teasing as she watches him between her thighs "I've always been so fond of you sir I'd never want to disappoint you" Chuuya chuckles softly and leans forward pressing another soft kiss against her inner thigh "Stop calling me sir my love or I'll have to punish you" He smirks at her before pulling back slightly looking into her eyes again "do you trust me?" he asks "Yes Chuuya I trust you... trust you with my life" She smiles at him he smiles back running his thumb along her cheek making her shiver "Good now tell me what are your thoughts on our relationship? Do you think we could be together? Before we start I'd like to know where we stand" He asks gently stroking her hair as he stares deeply into her eyes hoping that she'll accept his offer "I'm yours Chuuya, I've been yours since I was told I'd be working under you" She smiles at him as she lifts her hand to card her fingers through his hair and down his neck resting at his neck.

His heart skips a beat as he feels her touch "That's what I wanted to hear baby~" he whispers placing one last gentle kiss on her forehead before leaning in closer to whisper in her ear "Close your eyes my love" He smirks as he steps down from the bed to grab the supplies he needs she nods her head as she relaxes into his sheets "I trust you with my body" She softly closes her eyes, he uses some velvet covered cuffs to attach her arms to his headboard before moving down and attaching some cuffs to her ankles which spread her out for his eyes to explore. Next he starts to remove his clothes starting with his dress shirt then moving to his pants then his boxers to expose his already hard length to her watching eyes she lets out a needy whine as she pleads to him "I need you so badly Chuuya~"

He grins teasingly watching her squirm around beneath him "You're such an adorable thing aren't you? You look so cute tied up like this." He says playfully as he leans forward kissing along her collarbone trailing soft kisses down her chest until finally reaching her nipples which he takes between his teeth she gasps as she feels his teeth gently encase her hardened nipples sighing as he licks over the bud sucking softly before moving to the other side and paying just as much attention to her other breast "F-feels so nice Chuu~" He continues licking and nibbling all over her breasts enjoying every second of it before moving lower still stopping to tease her belly button with his tongue before continuing further south towards her core where he pauses briefly to lick and kiss her inner thighs before finally settling between her legs "So warm... So wet and I've barely started" He smirks up at her as she gently tugs at the cuffs wanting to grab his head and push him down to where she needs him most "Stop t-teasing Chuu I need you so badly~" His eyes sparkle mischievously as he sees her struggling against the restraints knowing exactly what she wants "Oh my dear little one if only you'd told me that sooner~" He teases before beginning to explore her folds with gentle caresses and light licks moaning softly at the taste of her juices, she gasps harshly and tips her head back "F-fuck Chuuya your tongue feels so good~" He smiles at the sounds he's pulling from her as he drives his head down to explore her pretty pussy further, he licks a stripe up the full length of her pussy collecting her wetness on his tongue before sliding his tongue around her sensitive clit.

She lets out a drawn out moan as he pleasures her, bucking her hips up to meet his tongue "Why didn't we do this sooner" She huffs out a laugh with her head still tipped backwards as he chuckles softly he moves away from her clit leaving behind trails of saliva which drips onto her soft skin "Well now let's see how well you can take it shall we?" He says teasingly while looking up at her seductively, he wraps his hand around his length giving it a few teasing strokes while she nods quickly as she watches his movements licking her lips at the sight of his pretty cock "Please give it to me Chuuya I need you inside me now" His smile widens into a wide grin as he slides himself between her thighs slowly pushing himself deep inside her tight walls causing her to gasp in pleasure "Oh yes baby, just relax for me okay? You're doing great." He whispers huskily as he begins to move within her slowly building up speed.

She pulls at her restraints again harder this time making her hiss slightly in pain and she bucks her hips up to try and match his steady thrusts "Fuck chuu~ you feel even better than I could have ever imagined, you're making me feel so full" He grins almost wickedly as he continues to pound into her hard and fast, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies "You like that don't you? You love having my big fat dick buried deep inside you don't you?" He asks mockingly as he leans forward to kiss her lips passionately, licking his tongue into her mouth, she moans loudly into his mouth as she matches his eagerness in their kiss "Yesss~ I need your fat cock chuuya! Need you to make me cum on your cock~ I-I'm close" She gasps against his lips. He groans softly as he keeps pounding away at her relentlessly his rough thrusts shaking his headboard as it bangs loudly into his walls "Cum for me now babygirl!" He reaches his hand down between their sweaty bodies as he roughly rubs her abused clit feeling her tighten around him as he slams into her one final time burying himself fully inside her as she spasms around him, legs shaking as she cums causing him to groans harshly as he cums hard.

He chuckles darkly as he slides out of her leaving only the head of his member still inside her causing her to whimper slightly "Well done little one...but there's no rest for us yet." He says sternly as he grabs onto her thighs pulling them apart spreading her wide open exposing her pink soaked pussy to his eyes, her body shakes as she's coming down from her high "Fuck Chuuya my pussy can't take much more" She whines out as she watches him grinning at her as he starts slowly pushing inside her stretching her tight muscles around his girth "Mmmh..such a good girl... You're so fucking wet aren't you?" Y/N nods her head sharply "F-fuck yes! I'm your good girl! You've made me so fucking wet baby" She whines as he starts to fuck her harder, pushing her slowly into overstimulation as her tired walls tighten around his fat cock.

His grip on her thighs tighten as he begins thrusting into her faster and harder making sure not to let up even for a second letting out a low moan of pleasure as he feels her tightening around him "Ohhh yeah... That's right... Keep cumming for me darling... Cum for daddy.... Cum for daddy" He reaches one of his hands down to play with her little clit. She throws her head back harshly as she grips the edge of the cuffs, tearing falling down her cheeks as she cums causing her legs to shake against Chuuya, whining and sobbing as her body shakes with painful pleasure.

As soon as she cums he pulls out quickly slamming it deep again causing her to cry out in pain but also pleasure as he slams his thick member into her ah~ such a good girl.... My sweet girl... Ohh god..... Your pussy is so warm and tight...so so soft... And so delicious..." She sobs through moans as her throat becomes croaky from over use, her body heating up from his praise. He smirks at her before grabbing her hips firmly and pulling them towards him burying himself deeper inside her than ever before "Ohhhh yesssss... Take all of daddy's big dick... Take every inch of this monster... Mmmmphh..." His body shakes as his thrusts become shallow as he spurts out a few lines of cum before he pulls out watching the cum trickle out of her abused hole, her body shakes as she watches her partner cum again before she shakes her arms as the cuffs clink against his bed "A little help here?" She giggles at him as he huffs out a chuckle lifting his tired body to unclip her restraints, making sure he kisses all the marks that have been left behind "Sorry love, think I got a bit carried away at the end there" He pushes his sweat caked hair back as he joins her back in bed, pulling her close to his body.

She smiles brightly as she gently wraps her arms around him, leaving light kisses to his chest "That was... Intense" She laughs as she cuddles into his side, he chuckles softly as he nuzzles her neck lightly "Yeah, you were pretty amazing too baby right?" He winks playfully at her he gives her a slight peck on the tip of her nose "We should really clean you up my love" He sighs wistfully, she pouts at her lover but rolls her eyes slightly and nods "One last kiss first?" She smiles as she reaches her arms out to him, he nods happily as he leans down for another passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together until they break apart slowly and he makes his way over to his en suite where he grabs a few washclothes, wiping her down as gently as he can to avoid more abuse to her already fucked out hole.

Once he's done he smiles and throws the cloth away and looks at her with a smirk on his face "That was fun wasn't it?" Chuuya grins widely at her "Wanna go again?" He asks teasingly. Y/N looks up at him in mock alarm "Are you kidding me Chuuya I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week as it is! No way I'll be able to go to work tomorrow!" She laughs as she reaches her hands to wrap around his neck, his grin widens even further as he pulls her closer to him and starts kissing her deeply once more, this time going slower than before so he can savor every moment of their closeness "You're such an adorable little thing aren't you?" He whispers against her lips "Fuck I'm glad you wanted me as much as I wanted you, I'll make something up to to tell Mori tomorrow" He smirks as he looks into her eyes "You'd better it's your fault" She giggles as she playfully hits his chest softly before cuddling back into his side "I love you Chuuya Nakahara~" He chuckles lightly as he wraps his arm around her waist and holds her close to him "I love you too Y/N L/N" He kisses her forehead affectionately before pulling away slightly to look deep into her eyes watching as she yawns Chuuya looks at her and smiles "Stay here tonight baby and we will talk about us more tomorrow hmm?" The woman nods thankfully as she gives him one last kiss before settling into his bed with a smile, he watches her drift off to sleep and leans forward to give her another soft kiss on the cheek before turning off the lights and wrapping his arms around her to join her in sleep. Tomorrow can wait for a while he thinks as he basks in the love they've shared together.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuya x reader #bsd imagines #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x you #chuuya smut #bungo stray dogs smut #Chuuya Nakahara smut #chuuya nakahara smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #Chuuya x reader smut #chuuya x reader smut #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya

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xstarkillerx · 8 months

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Or imagine you're bent over the Supra, naked, your hard nipples against the shiny steel, some fog forming on it around your mouth. You know Brian is behind you, naked and hard, hungry for your ass. You shiver as he slides his fingers in you, and you can't help yourself, you try to stimulate yourself by rocking your hips on the front of the Supra, slippery from your own sweat and juices. Don't be so fucking impatient Brian violently grabs your hips to make you stop, and you look up to see his reflection in the windshield, his blue eyes hungry for you. He finally slides in, slow and deep, saving you the humiliation of begging him, and quickly starts to pound into you as hard as he can, both your moans echoing in the garage, your throat and nostrils filled with the sent of gasoline. He slams his hand on the hood as he comes, shaking and panting, heavy breathing in your neck...

FOSSE OUT HERE, TWO FOR FUCKING TWO, how dare you send me two hot as fuck asks like it's nothing.

I was already losing my marbles over the last one, but this one?! God you know I love the supra. I love the idea of Brian having a bit of a mean streak when it comes to sex, he's just too consumable otherwise, you know? He's cool, he's pretty, he's a gentleman, let's make him a fucking freak. The moment you look at his reflection in the windshield I want there to be something different, something you've never seen in him before, that "hunger" you mentioned, I want it to be piercing, the kind that makes hearing you beg for it not even worth it.

"Don't be so fucking impatient"

I lost my shit I'm telling you. Indy and I actually have writen for Brian a lot, and something that we kind of headcanon is that Brian doesn't really raise his voice with you unless he really means it. Ever patient, ever cool, even if his body is rough with you. So the way I pictured him saying this is just EEEE, it's dripping in condescention but he's so charming and his voice is so hot it barely reads. Meanwhine, his hands are all fucing over you, positioning you how he wants, pulling your hips away from the car, kinda manhandling you even, but it's because he's so good at getting you pliant.

Don't even get me started on the supra DON'T, the hand slamming down when he cums come onnnn that is so hot. And you just know he left that 2JZ running, buzzing under the hood almost making you wish he'd pop it and let it rumble in your face. It crosses your mind what it would be like to have Dom in here too, driver's seat, cock out, revving the engine because he knows it makes you squeal.

Thank you for blessing me twice

#legendary #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner #fast and furious smut #fast & furious smut #fast and furious #fast & furious #donnie does 👑

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 7 days

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Could I request #16 and #22 with all of the boys or just Dwayne?

16. Time becomes meaningless after a while...

22. I know, it's stupid, crying alone in the dark in a cemetery.

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I sat down in the gravel, crossing my legs. Wrapped in brown paper were some roses lying next to me, the paper wet from the ground it was laying on. In front of me was a headstone, made out of grey marble. On it was my name, my birthday and my supposed death day. I sighed, not knowing what to feel. It had been so long since it happened, so long since that night, since I left my human family behind without even realising it.

Before I knew it, the tears were rolling down my cheek. I couldn't stop myself. For the first time in decades, I allowed myself to cry, to mourn the life I'd lost that night. To mourn the family I'd lost.

I'd closed my eyes, only opening them when I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. I looked up and noticed it was an old friend. In all honesty, he was more than just an old friend. But when i had last seen him, he hadn't been ready to accept it yet. So here he was, as an old friend. An old friend I hadn't seen in ages.

"I know," I sighed with a sad smile, "its stupid, crying alone in the dark in a cemetery."

Dwayne smiled, sitting down next to me. "It's not."

"It's been a while, since I've last seen you."

He nodded. "Max hast kept us busy."

"Not that I mind, but why are you here?"

"David noticed that another vampire had entered the territory. I was send to check it out."

"Ah, you're just the welcome comity?"

"Just this once, just for you."

I smiled shyly, looking back at my headstone. "I'm honoured, Dwayne."

"You never answered my question from the last time we met," he said after a moment, as he looked at my headstone. "Don't tell me you were ashamed to admit you were older than me?"

"Oh no!" I smiled a genuine smile at him. "I'm not, and it's not by that many years."

"Good." He nodded. "Because it would be a shame if you were."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I've been told in not so many words that if I found my mate I shouldn't be an idiot about it."

"And?"

"I've been very idiotic around you."

"Previous times, maybe. Now I do quite enjoy your company."

"I'm glad to hear it." He looked at me.

I looked back, studying his face. I sensed a certain nervousness. "You don't have to be worried. I never rejected the mating bond, nor did I ever have the intention to."

Dwayne couldn't help but chuckle. The way he had dragged his mate into the Emerson mess in the eighties would have been enough reason to reject the bond. He supposed he was lucky, with a mate like his.

"We're going to have to figure out how to make this work, though, " I said with a soft tone. "As much as I tried back then, I am not one for nightly parties and playing human."

"That doesn't matter. I am not a big fan of human interaction either. We'll find a way to make it work."

I stood up, taking his hand in mine. I looked him in the eyes and found myself smiling. "We better do."

"Why?" Dwayne asked. "We will work, we were made for each other."

"Yes we were," I nodded. "But we mustn't forget that-"

"What?"

"Time becomes meaningless after a while..."

Dwayne shook his head, looking at me. "It doesn't," he said firmly. "You lived the past three decades alone. You didn't have a family to talk to, or to hang out with. All you had was you."

I nodded.

"Now you won't. You'll have me, and we'll have centuries to explore who we are together and what we're going to be. And you'll have the boys, keeping you on your toes and making sure your life won't be boring. As long as eternity might be, it won't lose its meaning. I promise."

I nodded, a tearful smile on my face. "I'd love for you to be by my side." I said softly, caressing his face. "I'd love for you to show me what immortality means to you, and I'll try to do the same in return."

He kissed me softly, after quietly asking if he could. He held me in his arms, and it didn't take long before I realised he was right. I had him. Eternity wouldn't be something I would spend alone, I would spend it with my mate and his family. I would get new ways to fill this life and share it with him. I smiled at him, as he stood up and took me along to his bike.

"Thank you for finding me tonight," I said as I climbed behind him, causing him to smile. He drove off, taking me home. Home. What a wonderful feeling was that.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year

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you've brought me back into my leon phase and like omg I have a thing for characters that get protective of reader.

so imagine reader is in danger, and he has to save them but just reader came so close to dying he was just freaked out. and maybe that night he was so worried about them they end up having soft sex bc just he wants to be close to them :(( bc he just couldn't handle the fear of almost losing them and he needs reader to know how much he cares :((

A/N:Welcome back to the Leon phase, dear! It took me a while to get to your request for multiple reasons don't mean to complain but I had quiet a shitty weak and I'm not very pleased with how this turned out, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! <3

Word count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: GN!reader, canon typical violence, angsty, smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, a bit of cock warming, fluffy

“(Y/N)!” Leon shouted their name in utter horror as dozens of courtiers rushed into the maze of emerald bushes, covering the grounds of the gloomy castle garden. A puff of air escaped past their lips in the form of a tired sigh; scanning their surroundings they weren’t so astonished by the seemingly endless flow of cultists pooling out from every possible direction, forming a raven cloud that rapidly grew and moved at a fast pace.

“Watch my back, would you?” (Y/N)’s fiery gaze met his fearful one for a split second. They held their gun in the air and headed for the snowy, marble stairs, distancing themselves from the wave of hostiles. Cold sweat broke out on his skin, causing shivers to run down his spine caused by the fearsome scene, unfolding right before his eyes; yet he didn’t allow himself to fall a victim to the fear, nestling deeply within his heart, but rather he took it upon himself to do everything in his power to prevent his fears into becoming a sorrowful reality. The leather of his fingerless gloves tightened as he took a hold of the stingray, a spark was set ablaze in the icy blue of his one open eye, watching through the scope of the rifle, whilst his index finger was patiently resting on the trigger, awaiting the prefect moment to pull.

Bangs echoed across the space, bouncing off the walls and disappearing into the thick vegetation; a thud resonated near them, blood splattered on their cheek. For a split moment, they glanced at the direction the abrupt sound cane from, noting the lifeless body of an enemy they hadn’t noticed; a knowing smile curled the corners of their lips, before they went on with firing at the incoming courtiers. Crimson creek flowed down the bright white marble along with numerous raven hills of dead bodies; eerie silence fell upon the darkened garden as the life it had inhabited was now gone except for the two agents, who finally reunited.

“I thought I was gonna lose you there for a second.” Leon spoke in all seriousness, whilst he pushed at the tall mahogany doors, a piercing creak resonated across the space.

“Like hell I would. You wouldn’t make it even a day without me.” (Y/N) returned playfully, in attempt to reassure him and mostly themselves. Warm light hit their faces as they were met with the sight of a spacious, luxurious room; the two looked around the space for any traces of their subject- baby eagle- but to no avail. An exceptionally comfy looking couch fell in their field of vision, tempting them to check if it truly was as comfortable as it looked. Throwing themselves atop the furniture, they bounced a little; the cushions dipped underneath their weight, hugging their tired form in a warming embrace. They trailed their fingertips along the golden embroidery of the couch, admiring the contrast between the shiny threat and the deep color beneath. Having inspected the perimeter of the fancy room, Leon sat on the armrest and glanced down at his partner. His icy blues lingered on their resting form, cherishing their presence beside him as the recent events resurfaced in his mind, reminding him just how precious every moment with them truly was. His heart clenched just at thought of them gone. (Y/N) noticed the thoughtful look on his face that deepened the forming creases on his forehead.

“What’s bothering that pretty head of yours?” They rose their eyebrow at him; their palms rested underneath their head as they closely watched him in anticipation. Leon only let out a sigh; his mouth fell open, yet the words dried in his throat as if there was lump that obstructed his speech. His glassy eyes fell somewhere in the distance, purposefully avoiding their curious gaze.

“A lot of things.” His voice was low, quiet, hesitant, barely above a whisper; he lowered his head, causing the golden strings of hair to fall in his face akin to a shiny curtain that hid the distress weaving in his features.

“What things?” They sat up and their palm rested atop of his, their gentle touch anchored him to the present moment, away from the darkest corners of his anxious mind. Reluctantly, he met their gaze; a tear ran down his cheek, leaving behind a trail that glistened under the warm candle light.

“Oh, Leon.” They cupped his face, the pad of their thumb brushed away the creeks of crystal-clear tears, streaming down his face; their heart ached at the sight of him so deeply distressed. Pulling away, they patted the space beside them and gave him a gentle smile. Without a second thought, he obliged and sat next to them with his arms tightly wrapping around their waist and his head resting on their chest; (Y/N)’s fingers weaved in his blond locks, gently massaging and scratching his scalp, whilst their other hand kneaded the muscle of his toned, yet tense shoulders. The melody of their heartbeat putted him at ease and the warmth of their hug aided in the softening of his stiffened body- he felt at peace.

“I-“ His speech was interrupted by a hiccup as another wave of sorrowful, hot tears formed in the corners of his eyes. “I can’t lose you.” He pulled away slightly, so he was facing them.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy.” They forced a smile to comply with the silly joke that most likely did just as poorly to assure him as it did to them, yet he smiled back with tears still running down his face. Reassuringly, they kissed his cheek then his lips, the salty taste spread on their taste buds; he kissed them back in a needy manner as if they would disappear into thin air if he didn’t cling to them. Slowly, his hands slid down from their waist to their hips, where his fingers dug into the soft flesh. (Y/N)’s hands held his head, keeping him in place as they pulled away to catch their breath; their hazy eyes glanced at his darkened, lustful ones, the soft blue of his that they so much adored was barely visible as his pupils were blown wide, a spark was set ablaze in the raven pits of his intense gaze. Subconsciously, they darted their tongue across their parted lips; that single motion of theirs provoked a need within Leon, one that was the only cure to the chaos in his head, and the only person able to cure him was (Y/N).

Greedily, his soft lips latched onto theirs, silencing the yelp caused by the sudden force of his arms that brought them atop of him. Immediately, their hands rested on his toned chest, sensing his erratic heartbeat just by placing their palm flat on his pec; their noses brushed against one another as their gazes were locked together, their hot breaths collided and crashed in each other’s faces. A gasp escaped past (Y/N)’s hips as Leon rutted his hips against theirs; their head fell back as they rolled against the growing bulge, forming in his pants. With the help of his strong grip on them, they set a steady pace that was equally pleasurable for the both of them. The sweet friction tingled their senses, setting the fire of desire ablaze within their core; underneath them, Leon had calmed down, the streams of tears had dried and instead on their place was a pinkish hue that tinted his sides, his soft lips were parted, allowing for the air to easily flow in his lungs as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. Heat set their pelvis on fire that slowly burned them from the inside out; they whined at sensation of Leon’s hardened cock rubbing against them, yet that was no way near enough for them, nor for him.

Gently, he laid them on the cushions and hovered above them; he took off his shirt, then he unbuckled his belt, allowing for his trousers to pool around his knees, whilst his boxers were still on. (Y/N)’s clothes followed the fate of his shirt- disregarded on the cold floor, where they would sit forgotten for the time being of the short-lived moment of pleasure the two of them would share. Leon’s eyes were focused on theirs, noting every tiny change on their face as his hand slithered down to their crotch; their eyes rolled to the back of their head as his fingers caressed their needy hole. A string of saliva fell down his plump lips and down to their entrance, where his finger pads generously coated their hole with the warm liquid; the calloused skin of his fingers rubbed against the delicate skin of their hole. Gradually, he applied pressure, slowly inserting his digit into them, whilst his gaze closely watched their expressions. A groan ripped past their lips at the burning sensation of his finger thrusting into their folds; with each motion of his hand, the uncomfortable sensation faded as a pleasurable sensation took its place. A gasp drowned in their throat once he added another finger in, spreading them out in preparation. Delight tingled their senses as his fingers hit their sweet spot that had them seeing stars, yet that pleasure was short-lived for Leon pulled away, depriving them of that sweet sensation that had them on cloud nine.

“Leon, please..” They whined desperately as the abrupt emptiness left them on the edge; a smug grin curled the corners of his lips at the sight of them flustered and needy for his touch- it had his heart melting.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby. Imma show you how much I appreciate you.” A heartfelt expression was written on his face, indicating the genuineness of his words and (Y/N) didn’t doubt any of the words he said.

“It’s gonna hurt a little.” He whispered in their ear as he lined up with their lubricated entrance; (Y/N) nodded eagerly, anticipating the sensation they sought after. Planting delicate kisses on their face, he gently pushed in just the tip; they groaned, their nails dug into his fair skin as a piercing, burning sensation intensified in their pelvis. Abruptly, he stopped and glanced in their direction, his wary gaze searched theirs; silently, they nodded, urging him to keep going- and so he did. Carefully, his hips rolled against theirs, fully pushing into them up to the hilt; their eyes sealed shut, tears formed in the corners of their eyes at the intense sensation of his cock slowly spreading them out. He backed out in a wary manner all the while he searched their face for any signs of discomfort; he leaned in their ear and planted a kiss on their earlobe.

“Are you good?” His voice rumbled in their ear, sending chills down their spine; they nodded and whispered pleading words in his ear. He chuckled and obliged, pushing back into them; gradually, he picked his pace, thrusting into them at a steady rhythm. (Y/N)’s moans grew louder and more consistent the closer they got to their peak; their body had melted, their muscles were softened at the pleasant sensation tingling their entire body. Leon couldn’t help but moan too as their folds hugged him so deliciously and each of their sweet sound rang in his ears akin to a rhythmic melody unlike any other, prettier and merrier than any other song he has ever heard. Their legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him deeper within them, their arms were latched onto his shoulders; their bodies were pressed against one another almost merging into one. Their skins glistened under the light as sweat coated their bare bodies; Leon’s bangs stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down his arms, his muscles tensed.

Their moans frequented, his name rolled down their lips repeatedly along with unintelligible words that were muffled by the sounds of skin slapping skin as well as the quiet creaks of the couch beneath them, echoing across the room; grunts ripped past his lips as the pleasure was gradually building up within him. Haze took over the two of them as the strong sensations had their minds blank as all and any types of thoughts were far from them, for the only though occurring was the one of how good the other made them feel.

“Leon, I’m close.” They screamed out as the knot that had formed in their belly was on the brim of unraveling; Leon kept thrusting into them as his arms wrapped around their body, bringing their hips flush against his hips and their chest close to his, where their racing hearts were only separated by their skins.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m close too.” His voice was shaky and breathy; their body jolted, their back arched as electric shockwaves tingled their entire form, a loud scream ripped through their throat. Their folds twitched, unintentionally clenching around his sensitive dick; the sensation was all that he needed to let loose and cum in them, coating them with his hot load though he kept thrusting as he rode out their highs. A mixture of tears and sweat covered (Y/N)’s flustered face, their half-lidded eyes lovingly gazed at Leon, who crashed above them with his head buried in the crook of their neck and with his dick still deep within them. They wrapped their arms around him, their plump lips pressed against the crown of his head.

“I love you.” They spoke, their voice hoarse, yet gentle; his baby blue eyes glanced at them, coming in contact with their (E/C) ones.

“I love you more.” They cracked a smile, which in return caused him to chuckle.

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Unknown Territory:Five x Fem Reader

Chapter 2: We only see each other at weddings and funerals part 2

Five is aged up here.

Characters talking...

Five

Klaus

Vanya

Allison

Diego

Luther

Ben

Pogo

Grace

You

Everyone else talking is white.

Everyone stares at Luther waiting for him to speak. He stands up ready to make his point.

"Um..I guess..."

"C'mon speak up, Luther."

Luther sends Five a glare.

"Before that, I figured we could have some sort of memorial service. You know in the courtyard at sun down."

Klaus flies over to the bar and pulls out his cigarette, smoking away from the group.

"A few words at dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?"

Luther looked at her confused, how could she not know.

"You know the spot under the oak tree."

Everyone shrugged.

"We used to sit there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

Klaus flies back over, now having two drinks in his hand. He hands one to Five before drinking some of his own.

"Will there be any refreshments?"

Everyone turns towards him.

"Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

Luther's brows furrowed at the question.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

Five, Diego and Klaus all rolled their eyes at the statement.

"Dad didn't allow a lot of things, Luther."

Luther rolls his eyes at Five.

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like what?"

Five and Diego were tired of him talking in circles and wanted him to get to the point.

"Like the way he died."

Diego sighs and Klaus sits down.

"Here we go..."

"I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

Luther nods at Vanya.

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

Vanya was confused at what he was saying but Diego knew exactly what he was saying.

"Theoretically?"

Allison gives Luther a concern look.

"I'm just saying at the very least, Something happened."

"Something, like someone killed him."

"Exactly, He told me I should be careful who to trust."

Diego shakes his head and stands up.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

Luther shook his head in disbelief.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen."

He looks directly at Klaus with a pleading look in his eye.

"Look, I know you don't like to do it but I need you to talk to dad."

Klaus scoffs and Allison does the same. Klaus shakes his head he was way too high for this.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call.'"

Luther looks at him annoyed.

"Since when? That's your thing."

"I'm not in the right...frame of mind."

"You're high?"

"Yes, Yeah!"

Luther points to the ceiling.

"You were just flying."

Klaus lifts up his feet moving his toes around, Vanya moves his foot from in front of her face.

"My flight and my seance powers are two different things. I take my shoes off I fly. I get high, the ghosts go bye, bye."

Luther glares at him as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

"Well sober up. This is important."

"It's nonsense, that's what it is. There are more important things. Like the end of the world."

Luther quickly turns on Five.

"How could you say that? Our dad is dead."

Five shrugs.

"And the world is better off for it."

"I'm with Five on this one."

Luther shrugs him off.

"Then there's the issue with the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?"

Everyone just stares at Luther as he acts like he made a good point, he starts ranting about how it was someone who held a grudge against Reginald.

"Where are you going with this?"

"Isn't it obvious, Klaus?"

Five glares at Luther and Diego followed along finishing the rest of Five's statement.

"He thinks one of us killed Dad."

The room went silent. Five and Diego continued to glare at Luther, Allison looked offended, Klaus was in disbelief and Vanya was confused.

"You do?"

"How could you say that?"

Diego just shakes his head at him.

"Good job, Luther. Way to lead."

Diego walks away from him. Five gets up as well, flipping him off.

"Our oh so great leader everyone. Screw this."

Klaus gets upset and stands up ready to leave as well when Luther tries to make up an excuse for what Diego said.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy."

"I'm not finished."

Allison and Vanya also stand up ready to leave the room.

"Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back."

"That's not what I was saying."

After everyone left Luther was left alone to process what just happened.

17 years ago....

A crowd of people hover outside of a bank. An alarm goes off from inside, the SWAT team pulling up at every corner of the place.

Different news channels showed up to get a peek on the action from inside the building. From a building far away Reginald watched along with his adopted child Vanya.

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News."

"This is Rebecca Coleman, giving you the inside scoop on a recent robbery..."

"John Hughes from Channel 8, three hours ago a group of armed men entered the Capital West bank at main and sixth."

Inside the building a man walked around yelling at his walkie talkie. One of his other partners was struggling to get people to stay behind the desk, he had to wrestle with some of them.

The man on the walkie doesn't notice the younger uniformed girl skipping up behind him until it's too late.

"Hey, get back with the others."

The girl smiles at him leaning in as if to tell him something.

"I heard a rumor."

The man squints his eyes at her.

"What? What did you say?"

He leaned in more towards the girl which made her smile grow wider.

"I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot."

The man stared off into space before his eyes turned pure white. He turned his gun towards another man wearing a suit that had a similar mask as him.

His partner panicked as he watched him trying to convince him not to shoot but it was too late. The man screamed out in agony causing everyone around him to panic including the people outside of the building.

During the commotion, Luther scrambles across the roof of the building before breaking through it, he slams one of the men against the table before throwing him out of the window. The police looked confused and pointed their guns to the window.

Diego ran from wherever he was hiding before throwing two knives into the shoulder of another goon.

"Guns are for sissies, Real men throw knives."

The man that was near Allison climbs up on the desk, his gun now pointed directly towards the children and he kept backing up trying to put a lot of space between him and them.

"Stay away freaks."

Diego pouts at him playfully.

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy."

"Get back now!"

Allison grins at him.

"Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Or what?"

The man turns towards the sound of another voice to find Five smiling up at him cockily. He pulls the trigger shooting at the boy but he disappears. He hears a whoosh sound behind him turning to find the same boy but this time he was glaring at him.

He goes to shoot him again but this time his gun was replaced by a stapler however that didn't stop him from pressing on it multiple times in desperation. Five grins at the man, amused.

"That's one badass stapler."

Five grabbed the man's hand that was holding the stapler and used it to knock him out. He hops down joining the rest of his siblings. They all faced the door where they were told more people were. The crowd looked at them in shock, tape still around their hands and mouths.

"Do we have to do this?"

Klaus and Five pat their brother's back before Luther pushes his towards the door giving him a stern look.

"Come on, Ben. There's more guys in the vault."

Ben sighs before walking inside.

"I didn't sign up for this."

The hostages all run out of the building scared for their lives leaving the kids to watch as blood splattered onto the door and windows. Moments later their brother comes out shivering and covered in blood.

"Can we go home now?"

The kids walk outside the building, watching as the police start to put their guns away and the cameras start to focus on them. Diego, Luther, and Allison smiled proudly at the cameras while Klaus and Five do too, Ben stares at his feet shyly.

"Why can't I go play with the others?"

Vanya looks at her dad with questioning eyes. He only looks at her annoyed which causes her to look away from him.

"We've been through this before, Number 7. I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

Vanya looks down at her siblings sadly, watching them wave at the people in front of them. She didn't notice A woman watching her back. Reginald leaves Vanya up on the roof by herself making his way over to the others.

"Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

The children all grin at each other and the audience. The woman moved her attention from Vanya towards the children in front of her. The people around her got rowdy, all trying to be heard.

"Mister Hargreeves! Mister Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"

"They were suitably compensated."

"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"

The kids all look towards their father, wanting to hear his answer.

"Of course, as I am for the fate of the world."

The woman looks around making sure no one was following her before stepping into the water. She walks deeper and deeper before completely emerging herself into the water.

Her legs started to fuse together before turning into a beautiful coral blue. She dove deeper into the water, gliding against different types of fish until she reached a golden castle.

She swam towards her room before lying on a mattress someone brought that she took from a shipwreck.

She sighed trying to make herself comfortable and closed her eyes. She opened them again when she felt the presence of another beside her.

"How was your trip to the human world, my love?"

The woman stared into the eyes of her husband.

"It was fine. Though I saw the weirdest thing today."

The merman looked at her with interest which she chuckled about.

"Apparently the humans have gotten themselves a group of supernaturals."

"Really?"

The mermaid sighs, looking towards the ceiling.

"Unfortunately, they're under Hargreeves care."

Her husband's eyes widened at the statement she made. While the two are not anywhere near close to being friends with Hargreeves, they have worked with the man before.

"I hate to think of the paths those children would go down under his care."

She looked back at her husband with a deep frown on her face.

"There was another kid that he had left on the roof, almost like he didn't want her around the others."

She laid her hands down on her stomach and started to rub it softly.

"Promise me, that if we have a second child. We won't make one feel better than the other."

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You look around the room, staring blankly at the walls. You were bored out of your mind. You knew this was your punishment for trying to leave without completing your mission and you knew it could be much worse with the way they handle things here, you were surprised you got off this easy.

Though the cuffs around your hands were starting to make your wrist hurt. No one has been in since the handler earlier that day and the quiet was starting to get to you. They knew the best way to break you was to isolate you from the people you loved, it was something Five picked up on when he met you and something the Temps picked up on when they would lock you up for days to see how long you'd last. It was like a game to them however they did stop after Five threatened to kill them after finding out about it.

You sighed to yourself until you heard Five calling for you from inside your head. It scared you a bit and you were going to visit him until you heard the sound of footsteps from further down the hall. It was one of the different mermaid powers you unlocked. When you were younger, you always wondered how your mom could talk to the whales back at home, she said it was a gift that mermaids got when they were older, she explained how they communicated with sound and part of you didn't understand until one day when you were on a kill mission with Five and suddenly everything was louder than normal.

You heard the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder as the person got closer. The door to the room opened to reveal Herb with a tray of food in his hand.

"Oh, the Handler decide she's too good to see me now? I'm hurt."

You send him a playful smile to show you were kidding, you always like Herb. He was a nice guy, always kind to everyone and helpful. You did wonder how a guy like him could end up working for the Temps.

Herb smiles back at you placing the tray at your feet.

"Too bad, you get me instead."

Your smile grew until you looked at the tray below you which caused him to get worried.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? I picked it myself."

"It's not that."

You gesture to your cuffed hands.

"I can't very much eat with my hands immobile."

Herb sighs before playing with his hands.

"I'd love to let you down but the Handler said if I did, she'd doc my pay again."

Herb then taps his chin.

"But she's sending some guards in later, like two or three of them."

He looked into your eyes and you instantly knew what he was hinting at. You wouldn't get him in trouble if there were other people down here instead. You smirk at the thought.

"Could you at least feed me then?"

Herb nodded his head with a smile reaching down to grab the food.

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Klaus stood at the bar staring down at the framed photo and ashes of his adopted father with a pout on his face.

"Listen up old man. You know, if I was murdered, and one of my sons--"

He stops himself.

"Adopted sons-- happen to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know, I don't know... manifesting!!"

He was laughing about it but the better part of him was annoyed with the thought of having to manifest the man that tortured him most of his life. He wasn't too keen on having him around him but if it'll get Luther off his back, why not.

Klaus starts to move his hands around upset with the fact that he couldn't conjure him. He stares down at the photo, anger and frustration growing more and more.

He sighs and tries to patiently wait for something-- anything to happen but nothing does.

He tries to clear his mind, still nothing and that made him more upset.

"You always were a stubborn bastard!"

He points an accusatory finger at the picture in front of him.

"I don't know about you, but I need a drink."

Klaus goes to grab some alcohol but ends up knocking over his father's ashes instead.

In the other rooms in the house everyone just sits in silence waiting for the funeral to start. The family never felt more like strangers than they did in that very moment.

The family now stood outside in the pouring rain holding umbrellas in their hands. Five gave Ben's statue a somber look. He had wondered if he had been there would Ben had still suffered the same fate.

Grace looked at her children with a confused smile on her face.

"Did something happen?"

They all looked at her concerned.

"Dad died. Remember?"

"Oh, yes. Of course."

Most robots wouldn't feel anything but Grace felt an odd sense of embarrassment, sadness, and a small sense of relief.

"Is mom okay?"

Allison looked at Diego.

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine."

He turned to look at Grace, his gaze softening.

"She just needs to rest. You know, recharge."

Pogo walks up finally meeting up with the others before asking Luther to proceed. Luther walks up opening the top of the container which held the ashes of his father, he pours it on the ground but not much comes out. Klaus cringes knowing he was the reason it happened.

"Probably would have been better with some wind."

"Does anyone wish to speak?"

No one steps up, they all look at the other instead. Considering no one had any good memories of him. Grace stepped up facing her children.

"He wasn't the best father.. and an even worse husband.."

Diego nodded along with his mother's words.

"But if he was guilty of anything-- it was caring for the world so much that he sacrificed his personal relationships.."

Diego frowned deeply at her statement.

"Unfortunately, he never asked us how we felt about that. But that doesn't make his death in vain. we must--"

"Stop. Stop."

Diego walks up to Grace, touching her shoulder.

"Mom, You don't have to defend him. He's gone now."

"Diego."

"He was a monster."

Klaus laughs.

"He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."

Luther glares at him and Allison tries to get him to be quiet again.

"Diego!"

"My name is Number two."

He looks at her which makes her look away from him.

"You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us names."

He gestures to Grace.

"He had mom do it."

Grace tries to discuss the situation.

"Would anyone like something to eat?"

"No, it's okay mom."

"Oh, Okay."

Everyone looks down, contemplating Diego's words. Klaus and Vanya were in agreement, Five was indifferent, Allison was sad, and Luther felt torn.

"Look, you wanna pay your respects?"

Diego turns to look at each and every one of his siblings.

"Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was..."

"You should stop talking now."

Diego turns to Luther annoyed.

"You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I'm warning you."

Klaus bites at his nails feeling stressed and Five just looks away from the scene already expecting a fight to break out before making eye contact with Klaus.

"He had to ship you a million miles away."

"Diego, stop talking."

Luther got upset. He didn't want to believe Diego's words.

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!"

Diego stabs his finger into Luther's chest which makes him retaliate by pushing it off and swinging a punch however he misses as Diego dives under his arm. He swings another but ends up missing again. Allison watches with a disappointed look in her eyes, Vanya pulls Grace back not wanting her to get hurt, Pogo tries to stop them, and Klaus puts a protective arm in front of Five which earns him a glare and a smack on his arm.

The two continue to go at it getting closer and closer to Ben's statue. Vanya begs for the boys to stop as Klaus eggs it on. Diego uses technique on Luther which throws him off guard as he felt he was stronger. Luther tries hard to use his physical strength against him but Diego kept slipping away.

"I don't have time for this."

Five shakes his head before heading inside.

Diego stand in front of Ben's statue, taunting Luther and as Luther throws a punch, Diego moves out of the way causing him to punch Ben's statue, breaking it.

The rest of the remaining siblings stare at the statue upset about what they did. Allison rolls her eyes at the two before following Five's lead and heading inside. Diego pulls out a knife throwing it towards Luther and slicing his arm much to the dismay of Vanya.

Luther walks inside the house taking this as a personal loss. Vanya walks up to Diego disappointed.

"You never know when to stop, do you?"

"You got enough material for your sequel yet?"

The two stare down each other before Vanya walks away.

"He was my father too."

Diego walks over to Grace before leading her inside with the others. Klaus watches everything with a cigarette in his mouth, stressed about the whole situation. After everyone leaves he walks up the pile of ashes on the ground.

"I bet you're loving this. Hmm? The team at its best. It's just like old times."

He takes another drag before placing his cigarette on the ashes.

"Best funeral ever."

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You looked up when you heard footsteps coming in your direction again. The door opened to reveal to people both in the Temps uniform without their masks. One was a woman she was a few years younger than you, she had light blue eyes and blonde hair dyed orange at the bottom to match the suit she wore, she did not look happy to be there, on the other hand the man beside her had the opposite reaction especially when seeing your face. He was the spitting image of the girl except his hair was dyed brown.

"Arin, Johnny, long time no see."

You smile at the two getting a big one in return from Johnny.

"Hey Y/n, Looks like you've gotten yourself into trouble since lunch yesterday."

You shrug as he laughed though Arin didn't find it very funny.

"How's it hanging?"

"Not great. Can you believe how boring it is?"

"Ugh, I bet. I once was on stakeout by myself, worst five hours of my life..."

You nod along knowing the feeling.

"Speaking of Five, how's he doing?"

You shrug again.

"Who knows."

"It must suck to be away from him."

You sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

"You have no idea."

"Hey, Hey, Hey!!"

Arin claps her hands together getting both of your attention.

"Stop this."

"Stop what?"

"This."

Johnny rolls his eyes at his sister before gesturing to you.

"She's our friend. I'm just having a conversation."

"She's a prisoner. We don't Kiki with prisoners."

Your smile instantly drops.

"Really, Arin."

"Shut up. You and Five did this to yourselves. I mean really trying to leave the commission are you serious?"

You scoff sending the girl a glare.

"Arin."

"You're lucky that this is the punishment they gave you. Honestly could you and Five had been any stupider."

Johnny tries to calm her down but she just turns and jabs a finger into his chest.

"Johnny, our jobs are on the line here. We don't have time to play 'friendly', You get me?"

She leaves the room for a bit, Johnny whispers a small apology before she comes back throwing a plate to the bottom of your feet causing some of the food on it to fly off the plate. She sends a fake smile before pulling her brother out of the room with a slam of the door.

You ball hands into fist.

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Five sat on the stairs, leaning his head against his hand. He had been trying to get you to come but you hadn't shown up since earlier. He watched as each one of his siblings passed, each one more upset than the last. It was a pretty shitty funeral.

He sat there to himself for a few more minutes until Vanya came down throwing on her jacket and heading to the door.

"Where are you going?"

Vanya stopped with her hand grazing the door knob, she was still getting used to finally being around again. She hesitates before turning to face him with a shrug.

"I'm headed to a meeting. I'm already late so I'm hoping to catch up with them before it's too late."

Five just nods his head and the two just stare at each other in silence. Vanya figured he wouldn't say anything else turns towards the door again but Pogo came and stopped her again.

"Don't waste your time. Diego's right, I shouldn't have come."

"This is your home and always will be."

Pogo walks up to Vanya.

"Should I get you a taxi?"

"I already called one. But thanks."

Five smiles at the interaction between the two. Pogo has always been more of a father figure to them than Reginald was, Hargreeves was more of a teacher.

"I hope you know that your father loved you very much. In his own way."

"Yeah well that's kind of the problem. isn't it?"

Five chuckles in agreement, raising a hand slightly as a goodbye. Five watches Pogo walk up to the door to check on Vanya before he gets up and walks to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Unfortunately for him there was none. Klaus somehow found his way into the kitchen getting not much attention from Five. Allison later joins them.

"Where's Vanya?"

"She's gone."

Klaus holds on to a guitar, kicking his feet up.

"That's unfortunate. An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee."

Five was annoyed to say the least, he hadn't heard from you since you talked earlier and now the sky was darkening. He was worried something might've happened to you and he had no way of knowing, no way to get to you. Now there wasn't any coffee to help him calm his nerves.

He couldn't talk to his siblings about it, no way would they understand. They don't even have their lives together. Not to mention the world was about to end.

"I'm taking the car."

Five moved to walk out of the kitchen. He wanted, no he needed coffee. Something to make him feel like he had some semblance of his life together.

"Where are you going?"

Five looked at Klaus like he just asked him the dumbest question in man kind.

"To get a decent cup of coffee."

Allison looked at him skeptically.

"Do you even know how to drive?"

She thought her question was valid, if the world was going to end, according to Five, there would technically be no need for them.

Five however just glared at the girl.

"I know how to do everything."

Five teleports away from them and into the car. He realizes he doesn't have the key and hops into the house for a second before jumping back, starting the car and pulling off.

He pulled into a stop in front of a place called Griddy's, somewhere he, Ben, Klaus, Allison and Vanya would sneak off to when everyone else was asleep.

He walked into the building not seeing anyone there so he approached the counter before pressing the bell. Another man walks in sitting next to him. The waitress comes from the back apologizing to the two men before taking their orders.

Five talked to the man for a bit, they talked about early memories before the waitress came back with their orders. The man offered to pay for Five much to his relief because he forgot to grab any money on his search for his caffeine. The man had given Five an address that he asked after awhile before leaving the building.

Five was now left alone again as the Waitress went back to where she came from. He was now deep in thought, worried about your safety. He knew how the Handler could be and for some reason she didn't particularly like you. Most would say that she was jealous of you; you were likeable and kind hearted, She however was not. But Five knew better, the Handler had some type of infatuation for Five and that didn't go unnoticed by him and because of that his relationship with you, platonic or not; angered her greatly.

After a while a group of agents walked into the building. Five recognized the orange, yellow and black costumes from anywhere. They found him.

"That was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me."

All of them instantly pulled their guns to his head but he didn't show any fear.

"On your feet, come with us. They wanna talk."

"I've got nothing to say."

"You think I wanna shoot someone today? Go home with that on my conscience?"

Five smirks while picking up the knife beside his cup. This was a new agent, Five had seen him around the commission. He was good at his job, Five was better.

"I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home."

Five quickly teleports behind the man, stabbing him in his neck causing him to shoot his gun in shock before falling to the ground dead.

The other agents try to look for him as the lights start to blink from getting hit with the bullet. Five watches them look around in confusion from under the table before he teleports onto another one laying down.

"Hey, assholes!"

All of them quickly turned to the voice pulling their triggers but it was too late, he had already gone. All they succeeded in doing was shooting the lights out in the signs that were around the building.

Five smirks at them from outside of the building. You would have chastised him about making this longer than it had to be, you didn't like killing people. Sure you could have had any other job in the commission but the thought of Five being out there risking his life scared you, so you stuck it out. Though you'd rather do a fast and easy kill than drag it out. Five on the other hand could care less about torturing these agents, they took you away from him. They had to pay.

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You tap your fingers against the medal around your hands. Your eyes shift to the door in anticipation. You start to hum the tune of come little children as soon as the door opens. Arin locks eyes with you as you continue your song, her eyes start to turn silver, you smirk as she walked closer to you while pulling out her keys.

You smile as you land on your feet, softly rubbing the bruise that formed around your wrist. You were happy that Herb and Johnny weren't the ones down here at the moment otherwise you'd feel bad.

"Thanks Arin, You're a doll."

She smiles as you softly pat her shoulders and You send her a guilty smile.

"I'm so sorry about this, buddy."

You punch the girl super hard, knocking her out as soon as her head hits the ground.

"No hard feelings..."

You smiled down at the body before slipping out of the door and heading towards the direction of the suitcases.

Though as soon as you turn the corner you bump into Johnny causing him to fall on his ass. He looks up at you in shock before sending you a big smile.

"No way, Arin changed her mind and let you out?"

You grimaced at him.

"Not exactly..."

His eyebrow raised in question. You were weary about how he'd react, the twins were super protective of each other, hurting one was like hurting the other and neither would let it go.

"What do you mean?"

You couldn't really hide the fact that you knocked his sister out because he would find her body if he walked into the room.

"I knocked her out."

"What?!"

You started stumbling trying to think of something to say so that he wouldn't be upset but there was nothing you could say.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay here any longer."

Johnny stands up from the ground dusting himself off while sending you a glare.

"I have to get to Five and help him save the world and unfortunately Arin was in the way of that. I will fight anyone I have to, If it means I can help him."

Johnny's face softened and he shakes his head with a small chuckle.

"You really care about that man, don't you?"

You nod at him.

"Fine. I'll help get you out of here."

"Really?!"

He smiles at you and you quickly pull him into a hug.

"Thank you!!"

The two of you break away from each other and make your way down the hall looking for the suitcase room in the dark corridor. Once you make your way there you find two different guards outside the room with three inside.

"Ugh. I thought they'd be patrolling around right now."

"Don't tell me you're not up for a challenge, Johnny."

Johnny sighs.

"Not tonight."

You smile at him.

"I got a plan."

Johnny walks up to the two agents that were guarding the door with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Guys."

"Hey."

"Hi, Johnny."

Johnny's smile falters.

"The Handler is asking for everyone to meet up in the training room."

The two looked at each other in confusion before turning to Johnny.

"Apparently Y/n has escaped so The Handler needs all hands on deck."

"What about the suitcases?"

Johnny looks at them sternly.

"She says this is more important."

"Right. Lets go."

"Yeah."

"Go on ahead you two, I'll let the others know."

The two nod before heading in a different direction once Johnny is sure they are completely gone, he sends you a thumbs up before walking in the room.

The other three agents turn towards him with their guns pointed but instantly point them down when they see it's just him.

"Oh, John. Sorry, We thought you might be someone else."

"Like who?"

One of the agents shrug.

"I don't know, Y/n is a sneaky little minx. We thought maybe she escaped or something."

Johnny starts to chuckle nervously.

"No way. I was in the room they're keeping her in earlier, she's bound tight. No way she's getting out of there."

"Right, obviously they wouldn't let that sneaky little siren just roam in a cell somewhere."

One of the other guards butt in.

"You guys hear something?"

Johnny and the agent look at him.

"No."

"Weird, I hear someone humming."

Johnny knew what he was talking about, You were using your song on the agent. Johnny was currently wearing his headphones, something he received after The Temps found out you had the power to control people with your voice, of course not every agent received a pair, only the ones that worked with you which is why he and the other two agents couldn't hear you at the moment.

The other agent however had his eyes change into a silver color which quickly alarmed the other two however it was two late as he quickly shot one of his teammates in the leg. The agent on the ground screamed in pain of the shot before firing one of their own.

Johnny quickly backed out of the room before you slipped in and knocked the agent whom he was talking to into the wall, knocking him out as the agent you sirened shot the other in the head.

You let out a shaky breath, watching the blood drip from the agent's head causing you to close your eyes before turning to the sirened agent.

"Alright get out of here."

The agent nodded before leaving the room and heading in the direction of the two.

You quickly grab a suitcase before turning to Johnny; who had come back into the room. You pull him into a tight hug and your eyes filled with worry.

"Be careful out there. The world is a dangerous place as you know."

"I'll miss you."

"And I will miss you."

Tears started to fill your eyes and you were starting to regret letting Johnny help you.

"It'll be okay."

You pull away from him, looking deep into his eyes as he sends you a smile.

"It'll be okay. Now go."

You nod before holding onto the suitcase and disappearing in a flash of a light.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Arin frowns looking down at the floor finding herself unable to make eye contact with the handler.

"You had one job. Not to let her escape and what did you do?"

"We let her escape."

"You let her escape."

Arin backs away as the Handler advances towards.

"Actually. It was my fault."

Arin's eyebrows pinched in confusion as she turned to find her brother at the door.

"I let her out."

Arin shakes her head at him, her eyes were telling him to shut up though he didn't listen.

"I don't know why I did it, It was just hard watching my friend being held captive."

"Johnny, stop."

"Arin, had nothing to do with it."

The handler walked up to him with a glare on her face.

"How do you explain the fact that we found her knocked out on the ground."

Johnny makes eye contact with his sister. He had hoped this would get his sister out of trouble.

"I knocked her out, she was adamant about keeping Y/n locked up so, I helped her escape."

"You weren't in the camera footage."

"I snuck in and deleted it in hopes that I wouldn't get caught."

The Handler looks him up and down. Her eyes showed suspension.

"And yet you're giving yourself up now. Why is that?"

Johnny looks down at the ground as the handler continues to stare intensely at him.

"I can't let my sister take the fall for what I did."

The handler turns her attention towards Arin motioning to Johnny.

"Is this true?"

Johnny nods at his sister wanting her to let him take the fall. Arin looks down again, her jaw tightening.

"Yes."

"Arin, leave the room."

Arin hesitates but heads towards the door when her brother smiles at her, she grabs his hand on the way out and he gives it a squeeze before she walks out the door, closing it behind her.

Tears started to stream down her face at the sound of a gun shot ringing through the halls.

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#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy comics #vanya #five x reader #five x y/n #five x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #ben hargreeves #the handler #hazel #chacha #netflix

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Thinking about what a sweet, kind, silly and gentle hearted person Poe is until you piss him off and once that switch is flipped, he's a force to be reckoned with

Oh, did you mean? my most favorite? facet? of his character? that makes me lose my marbles? and also happens to be maybe my favorite character trope of all time? that? Okay I hope you were expecting an infodump because what-ho! that's what's happening, I have come prepared and with receipts, let's fucking go on how Poe Dameron is a goddamned force of nature and how the galaxy should be really fucking thankful his loyalty is first and foremost to the Resistance and to the Light, because if it wasn't...well, I'd dread to think, but it wouldn't be good for anyone else.

The fun thing for me, is that it has always been a part of Poe's character, right from The Force Awakens -- it's subtle, but it's there, hidden between the sassy quips in the face in danger and the professionality of Commander Dameron; little fleeting moments that tell you that Poe Dameron is not someone to be trifled with at all, including one of his very first scenes:

I'm 90% certain that Poe's gaze actually lands first on Tekka's body here, before lifting it up to glare at Ren - and that's more than just a defiant glare, that's a look of loathing. Which fits, considering that I do believe the Force Awakens novelization confirms that Poe rushes in without thinking, and acts on sheer anger/rage when he goes to shoot Ren after Ren kills Tekka.

(More lengthy thoughts under the cut, I was not kidding, I saved a dozen images for this).

And that look is far from the only moment in TFA that clearly goes "oh. yeah, Poe can be scary when he wants to be", there's this frankly delightful moment during the trench run when Poe sees a fellow pilot perish while covering him:

and then moments later, when Poe flies into the heart of Starkiller to destroy the oscillator, we get this shot:

that's far more than just determination/focus, he's angry. and he has every goddamned right to be - he was just held captive and tortured for (??) days, and this monstrosity just destroyed an entire fucking planetary system, and the very Republic that Poe has spent his entire adult life believing the inherent values of, that he thought could genuinely improve. Never mind the detail that Poe probably likely spent time on the Hosnian System, if he didn't live there temporarily during his time in the Defense Fleet.

But these shots makes it clear where the comic gets the idea from that the First Order might, y'know, actually be. A little bit terrified of Poe Dameron:

He's a serious threat, and ruthless when it comes to the First Order. People joke a lot about Poe being reckless, but I don't see a lot of recognition for the fact that he can be ruthless - he sees point b and dives straight at it, and he's absolutely relentless in his determination to take the First Order down.

The quickest possible way to enrage Poe is inaction or injustice. We see this clearly in the Last Jedi, when he believes Holdo is essentially leading them to their deaths and has thrown the Resistance away:

but we also see it as far back as Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka:

This conversation carries on for a page or so more, I think, with Poe arguing against the New Republic's decision to not act or investigate further (it's also what prompts him into going rogue to investigate on his own, which leads Leia into recruiting him for the Resistance).

And we've even seen it in material as recent as Free Fall, which means this is a character trait Poe has had his entire life:

(these do not paint my girl in a great light but like she's fucked up okay!! and being groomed into taking her mother's place it's fine, it's fine, she's my fucked up little blorbo)

anyway. so this is Poe when he's, probably about 16? 16 going on 17 here, and this is probably the angriest he's ever been considering how shocked he is about the chill in his own voice (which if you were ever curious why I say Poe's anger runs cold, it's because of this scene right here). He's so enraged by the injustice being carried out by Sotin, that he's genuinely - for the first time in the book - considering actually killing someone. And he gets into a screaming match about what the right decision is with Zorii.

(he also gets to punch Sotin later, by the way, if you even care. It's glorious. I love my favorite character who decides murder is okay if said murder is in question a guy who deals in the slave trade)

But also.

My favorite instance of this, ever, which rewrote my fucking goddamned brainchemistry in 2017 when I read it and made me have to step away from my computer and honest to god pace the length of my house to walk it off, is his confrontation with Terex in issue #13 of the Poe comics.

Because you know what?

This entire fucking exchange is personal, and almost/pretty much outright vindictive? Like at this point, Poe has solidly won this round - Terex has finally been defeated, and all Poe has to do is hand him over to the First Order. He knows, in doing so, Terex will likely be killed, and after who knows how long of Terex's bullshit meaning Poe couldn't trust his squadron, and the fact that L'ulo just died - well, Poe's not real broken up about it, which is fun in itself.

But then he asks Malarus if he can have a moment with Terex before he hands him over and Poe....uses that moment to gloat.

And y'all know me i don't use words like that for Poe but like. he kind of does? he asks a moment alone with terex specifically so that he can taunt Terex that he won, that Terex didn't beat him, and that in trying to take Poe down, Terex cost himself everything (a fact Poe happily rubs in his face), and even adds that "and when I give you to the First Order, I bet they'll take the rest."

So like. Yeah.

Poe knew full well they'd likely kill him, and spends the next few issues full heartedly believing that Terex was dead. And he taunts Terex with it here in this moment. It is TRULY glorious and honestly had 17 year old me's little head spinning because it was such a subversion of what I thought Poe would do -- but he did! He didn't try to figure out a way to spare Terex's life, and he used his final moments with Terex to make sure Terex knew that Poe was fully aware of what the choice he was making meant.

It's fucking DELICIOUS.

And I also love this panel from earlier into the issue:

Because again, it's a great illustration of how Poe can come off cold because of the art choices Phil Noto made here: look at the jacket. It's zipped up all the way to Poe's neck (a rarity for Poe), and just generally gives him this very closed off, cold appearance because he's at his wit's end in this issue, and he is angry about the circumstances Terex has forced him into.

So...yeah. Poe Dameron is a sweet, compassionate, silly guy who makes the worst fucking puns you've ever heard this side of the galaxy. He loves his droid, wears his mother's wedding ring with the intent to give it to the right partner someday, and loves all of his friends full heartedly and is generally the most tactile, affectionate person you will ever meet. He's pretty much everyone's best friend, because he has that kind of charisma and ability to make anyone feel like they're the most important person in the galaxy.

But Poe Dameron is also the man that the First Order seems genuinely intimidated/afraid of. He's the man that destroyed Starkiller base, and toppled the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy when he was just 17 years old. He is not someone you ever, ever want to piss off, because for all his warmth and love, Poe has an anger that runs cold, and when he hates something - it's just like when he loves something, he doesn't go half-way.

General Organa isn't the only Resistance general that can be absolutely terrifying in her own right as much as she can be gentle and loving. It's just that Leia's the only one anyone ever notices, because...well, Poe's silly and funny and usually kind of easy going.

And the fact that people underestimate him is what makes him that much more dangerous.

#userorb #ask box #my meta #poe dameron #listen. listen. he's SWEET and he's charming but also ongod the first order is /afraid/ of him and can you REALLY blame them #the best fucking trope in the world is the silly goofy soft characters that also can make that switch #to like. stealing from doctor who now. to going full oncoming storm #it's WONDERFUl #i love it so much we need more instances with this trope #flashing gif #death mention cw

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I Will Always Find You -- Astarion x Tav Fan Fic -- I promise

Astarion and F!Tav live happily together for the remaining years she has, she refuses to be turned into a vampire because her faith says that her soul isn’t finished with its work yet. Tav dies of old age and leaves Astarion to put together the pieces of his broken heart.

AN: Lord of Light lore taken and changed to fit the story's means. Not canonically accurate. TLDR story line stuff. This is an AU where Astarion ascends but isn't a power hungry bastard and Tav is able to help him continue healing. Wyll is immortal and the Duke. Karlach in my mind, if given a new engine would be able to live a lot longer than the usual tiefling.

“Let me. Please Tav," Astarion begs from his knees on the marble floor. Holding her hands tightly to his lips "let me give you the gift of eternity.” he waits holding his breath for her to respond.

"No Star,” she whispers through shallow breaths "I've had enough time. I've lived the best life I could, done some amazing things. When it's my time to start again, I'm ready.”

"I'm not.” He openly weeps into her hands. The vampire Ascendant, the strongest vampire that has ever existed, moments away from losing the only thing he's ever truly cared about. Moments away from losing her. "I will never be ready.” He urges through his tears.

“You'll find me again. This body has done enough. I need to know what my next role is darling.” She says with a blissful smile. “Just promise you'll find me when I come back.” There is nothing hanging the air around them besides his weeping. Nothing left unsaid, no final things to add. They have shared everything they possibly could. Writing their own love story that could rival those that are written in fiction. He doesn't have the words he wants to say at his disposal. He wants to convince her to stay with him. So he just asks "How will I know? How do I find you?” He sighs, placing gentle kisses on fragile skin on the back of her hands. Admitting his defeat.

“I don't know love, but you will, or I will. We will know. Maybe you'll hear my laugh, or I'll see your face in a dream or smell your scent on the wind. However it happens we will know." She sighs “I believe it. We are destined to be together. But I'm just not ready yet.” She smiles tilting her head toward him, white hair that has lost its midnight color over the years falls around her face “besides you don't want this old crone on your arm for eternity." She laughs

“You are as beautiful as the day I met you Tav” Astarion tuts “is there anything at all I can do to change your mind?”

"There's not, Star." She shakes her head “I can't explain it but I know there's something more for me to do. Once I have that done I will stay with you until the sun blinks out.”

“I…" he pauses looking into her emerald eyes “I will find you Tav. Every time if that's what it takes."

“I know you will." She sighs closing her eyes for longer than Astarion would like

“Tav?!" She shouts in a whisper

“I'm here Star, just so tired." She coughs and squeezes his hand. “Will you kiss me?"

“There's nothing I would like more." He laughs hearing his voice ringing back to their days on the road, all those times she would ask to steal a kiss when others weren’t looking, or when he wasn't ready for any surprise intimacy. He leans down, brushing her hair behind her small rounded ears and gently kissing her lips feeling her warmth transfer to his own. “You are perfect, my love." Cold tears escape his eyes and fall into her hair. “I love you. I will love you forever."

"And I love you more.” She smiles one more time before her grip on his hands goes limp and he hears the breath of her soul leaving her body.

He runs the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks feeling no resistance at his shaking touch. He screams until his throat is raw. Tears flow freely from his eyes, and he feels his dead heart break. He holds her for a long time, until he feels no more warmth emanating from her form. He made arrangements to bury her next to his headstone, sparing no expense for her, but only having their close friends in attendance, shutting out the entirety of Baldur’s Gate from the ceremony.

Astarion kneels in the fresh dirt, pressing his hands to the cold stone that bore Tav's full name Tavilline V. Ancunin and imagery of The Luxon. He traced his nimble fingers over the image, parts of him cursing the Lord of Light, part of himself pouring any faith he can into them because they are the only hope he has to see the other half of his soul again. He accepts condolences from all of his companions from the adventuring days and flies back to his palace. When he arrives he burns into a blind rage. When he comes back too he looks around and sees all of the damage he was wrought. Broken furniture, shattered glass, torn fabrics surround him as he realizes he is heaving air into his lungs. Tears still streaming down his face and feeling a breeze on his skin through the torn holes in his funeral best. He locks the door of their- his… their bedroom and he lays in the too-large-for-just-him bed.

Days pass before anyone sees him in person, and he lets the room be cleaned and brought back to its original state. He has sent word for his workers to send for Wyll, Blade of Avernus to take his place in court. Wyll is the first person to see him since the funeral. They sit in silence for hours in Astarion’s office as he is stacking books and files in front of Wyll.

“I need to get away." Astarion states plainly. Refusing to make any kind of contact - physical, visual, emotional. He refuses any kind of attempt to connect.

“I understand." Wyll responds, knowing his friend is unwell. How could he not be?

“I don't know when I'll be back. Anything you need is here. Deeds, gold, keys, notes and legers. Any decisions you make I will trust." He puts his hand firmly on Wyll’s shoulder, allowing himself this touch. An old friend. The only one he trusts right now. "take care of the Gate. But more importantly, please take care of her.” He whimpers, refusing to cry right now.

"You have my word Astarion. Everything will be in order when you return.” Wyll places his hand over Astarions “send word when you can. You have people here who care."

“I will." He nods and walks out the heavy doors. He gathers his old daggers and her crossbow and his old armor and heads out of the palace. Unsure where he's going but he heads out of the gate.

Years pass, decades pass. He finds himself in adventure. He finds himself in years of vast nothing staring at the sky looking for something to tell him where to go. Eventually his travels guide him back to Baldur’s gate. He tried to send letters or messages to Wyll monthly just to keep that contact. Baldur's gate continues in his absence, thriving under Wyll’s control. Wyll reassured Astarion that Tav's grave was well manicured and pristine in his absence.

Astarion, dressed in a dark hooded cloak made his way to the cemetery. Making the walk to his and Tav's plots like something else was controlling his legs. As he approaches their plots he notices a young woman sitting at the base of a nearby tree sketching images of nearby headstones. He sighs and rolls his eyes why someone would willingly hang out in a cemetery is beyond me. He kneels between their headstones sweeping away dust from their names. He feels the tug in his chest returning. Some days the pain is muted, others it feels just as bad as the day he lost her. Today is somewhere in the middle. A dull ache in his chest sits there as his only company. “I'll find you Tav, I swear. I’ve never stopped looking. But I just wish I could have a hint." He sighs tracing her name with his thumb as he would her cheek.

The darkness is cut through with a lamp accompanied by a stern voice. “Vira! Ta’Vira?! Are you in this bloody cemetery again?" An elderly man lumbers up the stairs as Astarion walks in the opposite direction, still listening, his interest piqued at the conversation.

“Yes." The woman sighs, pushing her deep black hair behind her ears. “I just can't get this sketch right, so I need to be near the engraving."

“I will never understand your obsession with the first light." The man chortles, helping her to her feet “it's not like the woman buried there will answer any of your questions."

“I know daddy." She sighs again “but I feel comfortable sitting with her. I can tell she was a peaceful person. I just feel drawn to her.”

“She was one of the heroes that saved our city all those years ago, Vira. She was a pillar of peace. If you feel a connection to her, I suppose there are worse things you could find comfort in. But you need to get to bed to open the shop in the morning.” He ushers her away into a nearby building, a bookstore.

Astarion listens to their conversation until they are out of ear shot. He leans down to Tav's headstone, kissing the smooth stone. “I love you more.” He pats the stone and walks quickly to the palace. He walks past the guards, who regard him with warmth welcoming him home. Ready to ask where Wyll was he heard a familiar voice from down the hall “Had I known you were coming back I would have made myself more presentable" Wyll joked gesturing to his bedtime clothes "Welcome back my friend.” he offered his hand to shake.

Astarion hesitantly accepts the gesture, he’s made a habit of not having physical contact with anyone. This is the first he's felt in decades. "It's just where I was led” he shrugs "it seems you are doing well.” he forces through a smile.

"Everything in the gate has been just fine in your absence, I only hope I was able to hold things to your standards. But enough about business for the night, let's get you something to drink and we can catch up before business.”

Astarion shrugs and waves away the notion “I'm full. Am just honestly looking forward to sleeping in a real bed." He pushes his hands into the small of his back to stretch “though I do have a few questions if you'd indulge me.”

Wyll sets himself in a black velvet chair and gestures to a matching one opposite a small table. “You have my undivided attention friend." Astarion asks several questions in rapid succession. Who runs that book store by the cemetery? What do you think about the Lord of Light? What has the court said about my absence? Do you think Tav is out there somewhere? “Quite the array of questions." Wyll hums. “Tav certainly believed that she would be. And with faith that strong who's to say she's not."

Astarion studies Wyll’s face listening for more answers to his questions. “The court murmerd for a while about me being in your place but when I threatened to recall you from your sabbatical they quieted quickly.” Wyll chuckled remembering the days he spent threatening to send for Astarion to return. Nobody on the court dared to want that after what he had been through and in the manner he left.

Astarion nods happily with those answers. “And the bookstore… “ Wyll pauses thinking what store he means "just an old man and his daughter, recently moved back to the Gate. They have made a bit of a stir in the city for selling any and all religious texts, not everyone is thrilled about Bhaals teachings shelved next to the oak fathers but they seem to be doing well for themselves.” Wyll looks to his vampire friend "an odd interest for your first night home I must say.”

"The daughter I assume, was hanging out by Tav's plot when I visited before coming here. They just caught my interest.” He shakes his head implying that it wasn't anything major.

"She's probably intrigued by the engraving on her marker. It's the only one like it in the whole cemetery.” Wyll offers an explanation.

"Probably.” Astarion responds but feels himself drifting miles away. "thanks Wyll. Do you think you still have a few days in you before I fully come back?”

"Of course, I'm just happy to have you back.” Wyll nods as Astarion retires to his and Tav's room.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #bg3

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Presence — Dick Grayson

m! reader — 1k words — this is angsty kind of romantic but my definition of romantic is incredibly edgy and depressing i am so sorry — IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO FUCKING BUSY MAN💔💔

for @ickyickyeik 😿💪

He's human. I think he forgets that frequently. How he can't heal faster than normal, how he can break just like I can. The only thing keeping him from death is skill and a whole lot of luck. Luck that will eventually run out.

The blood that spilled over the marble table I had laid him on felt so much darker than red. So much deeper than crimson. There wasn't a word for the life that seeped from his wounds. Not a way to describe how I felt watching the color drain from his face. To say I didn't know what I was doing would be a lie. I knew how to cauterize. To stitch. To save. Yet the shake in my hands was a reminder of the man dying beneath me. The one patient I couldn't allow myself to lose. A man I promised my life to. Who my soul yearned for.

I've lost time like this. Saving him. Hours blur together as if they hadn't happened at all— one moment my lover is dying beneath me, and within the blink of an eye I find myself standing in front of my bathroom mirror coated in his blood. I could feel the way it had dried and cracked along the creases of my hands. It didn't take much thought for me to turn the shower on and walk into it. Hot water soaked through my bloodied clothes, adding a comforting weight against my body as I watched how the water poured off of me in an orange haze. I knew that this wasn't making me clean. It wasn't freeing me of the proof I had to cut my lover open. But something about the way his blood slid off of me felt reassuring. Like I could see that slowly, surely, I was becoming pure again.

My hands moved on their own. Taking my clothes off, wringing them out and tossing them aside, washing away what remained of tonight's trauma. I felt like an observer of myself. As if I wasn't the one doing these things. My body seemed to take care of me when my mind couldn't. Drying my hair, getting me dressed, walking me passed the crime scene in the kitchen and to Dick, who lay passed out on the couch and blissfully unaware of the twenty four wounds I somehow managed to stitch successfully with what limited supplies I had. I dropped to my knees beside him. The weight of the situation finally seeming to crush me. He could've died. He almost did.

"Hey," Dick's strained voice pulled me back to earth for a moment. As I looked up at him, he wiped a tear away from my cheek and pulled me closer. "I'm so sorry, honey," Nothing more than a whisper. I said nothing in return. I forgave him, but at the same time I couldn't. This is what he had to do, and this is what I had to do in return. Forced to be a hero's savior. Despite everything he has done for me. Despite my love for him. I resented Dick at times like these. Where we were both at our lowest for the same reason. And maybe it was selfish of me, to be upset at him for something like this when he teeters the brink of death for the sake of Blüdhaven. But I couldn't help how I felt just as much as he couldn't help being hurt. "Say something," He begged.

"No more of this...." I knew this wasn't what he wanted to hear me say. But it's what he needed to. And to my surprise, he didn't try to justify what I had to see tonight. He didn't tell me he had no choice. He didn't say anything about responsibility. I left him to himself for a while, walking to the bedroom and grabbing whatever blankets and pillows I could and moving back to the couch.

"Don't sleep on the floor...." His hand reaching for me, in search of my forgiveness. I didn't give it to him. I backed away just slightly while putting the blankets down, giving myself some type of padding for the very light nap I'd be getting tonight.

"I have to make sure you don't die." Curt was my response. The wedge I had placed between us was hurting him more than his wounds were. I could see the tears that he fought from spilling. This wasn't what he needed. I knew that. My grudge wasn't against him. it was with the people who threatened to take him away from me. My hand making its way to his, which was still outstretched. “I'm gonna lose you like this one day.” My voice was quiet. He needed to know I wasn't upset. If only god hadn't been so cruel. If only we had been in a different time. A different city.

“I think I'm done for a while.” My heart jumped at the thought of this. I knew it wouldn't be forever. I knew that. But the thought of not having to fight with him to let his wounds heal was so relieving.

My night was restless. Waking up to the slightest movement, the smallest grunt or groan. Checking his temperature every few hours, honing my ears to listen only to his breathing. Antibiotics weren't an issue because of Bruce, I still had a fair amount of supplies from the last time I had to play doctor— but I needed to be prepared for absolutely anything in these first few days. Dick stirred while I ruminated in my thoughts. “Lay with me,” He whispered. I knew just by the grovel in his voice that he wasn't completely lucid, but the hand he outstretched was hard to ignore.

I reclined the seats of the couch to give myself more space and gingerly placed myself beside him. Sleep didn't take long to surround me. I was exhausted, and the comfort laying beside him sent me into a haze. There was something so beautiful about loving him. Something so comforting about his presence. I couldn't lose that... I couldn't give it up to save my heart, either. All I could do was savor it while I had it.

THIS WAS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINK I FORGOT IM SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS 😭💔

#nightwing #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x you #nightwing x male reader #nightwing x reader #batman x male reader #surgeon! male reader #ao3 #fanfiction #dc x male reader #x male reader #x reader

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piltover-sharpshooter · 3 months

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The Tapestry on your Skin. (Drabble)

Two figures were resting on Caitlyn's giant queen sized bed, one the eponymous heir to the Kiramman fortune herself, and the other her trusty partner, born fighter and long time survivor, Vi. This was, however, no moment of raw passion and roughness, that moment had just passed, and now they were simply caressing each others naked bodies and enjoying their respective company. It was only when Vi started to touch one of her many scars (Her old kickback wound on the shoulder) that Caitlyn sought to ruin the moment by speaking up.

"You don't have to force yourself to do that, you know?" It was a simple statement, but came baggaged with a lot of things behind it, and she was surprised to find she had spoken without meaning to. Something that came from the chest.

Her partner would stop for a second before raising an eyebrow. "...What do you mean? You can't tell me you don't like scars, you just spent the last hour getting your hands all over mine" And it was true. Caitlyn herself loved scars, adored them even, she found them extremely appealing, and on more personal moments with her partners she'd target them for kisses and caresses. So yes, Caitlyn Loved scars....on other people. On herself? She had to admit to finding them horrid.

It was one of the many things that had been instilled into her from a young age, the concept of a 'proper lady' and how one should take care of her own body. 'A lady's body should be like a smooth marble statue'. Pristine, perfect, not a blemish on sight, and while she understood on a logical level that it was rubbish, a part of her would always keep it in mind. She'd remember how other nobles acted when a lady got into an accident and had to wear a mask to cover her face, how a simple nick in the wrist would be treated as losing the hand itself, and her parents, bless their souls, despite doing their best to convince her they didn't care, had reacted badly to her own scar. Caitlyn could still remember their shocked faces.

Her tattoos would escape judgement as it was something she willingly did to herself, as and established, on others such marks were cause for appreciation. But on her? Her mind would always rebel against scars. "It is different, your scars are beautiful, mine are not"

"...Have you seen me, Cupcake? I look like a chopping block compared to you." Her answer was instant and accompanied by giving her scars little kisses, brushing her fingers along them gently, ensuring each one gets the same amount of attention. It was that simplicity and honesty about the pugilist that she adored, simple like a sword is simple she thought, it does it job, and it does it job well. Much like Vi. Others might give long winded explanations or corrections, but she just went from A to B.

For her part, Cait just blushes and let's her scars be pampered. "I'm not saying that I'm right...it's just that...I don't know, your scars seem like proof of how sturdy you are, of your will and strenght and willingness to survive and sometimes I look at mine and feel...ugly."

She is leaning against the touch and kisses, moving to caress the fighter's own scars herself, paricularly the one across her face, with her own thumb. "Your's feel like tapestry on your skin, endless stories and deeds and mine feel...mine feel like they are there to ruin said tapestry."

"Ugly is the farthest thing from my mind when I look at you." Vi muses, letting her fingers dance across her skin, caressing and kissing each scar she comes across.. climbing her body to do so. "Your scars tell stories. Mine are just.. all the same. Just some trencher trash getting beat by someone who thinks they're better. You can't call this a tapestry, this is a bloody rug." She never talked much about her scars from Stillwater-- though they where the ones to primary tatter her back like blood on white linen, and the sniper herself would never pry about it, if she ever wanted to tell her, then Cait would be there to listen, not a moment before. "I like yours much better, personally. Make you look real hot too." Adding a goofy little smirk as a flirt.

Perhaps that was the case for a lot of people, Caitlyn realized, perhaps wounds and scars looked appealing to others because they just tell the end of a story, rather than the horrible things one had to go through, hence why the one with said scars wouldn't appreciate them as much. Still, much like how Vi refused to let her think her scars were awful, Caitlyn was commited to make her appreciate the ones she had as well.

"Well...how about we compromise and say that we believe the other is right and that both our scars are beautiful?" Putting one arm around the woman's body, she'd lean forward to gently press her forehead against the fighter's own, managing to finally cause her to blush as well. That was the trick with her, always so direct, but if you are just as direct she stumbles, as she did now letting her mouth hang for a few seconds as she stared at Caitlyn's eyes, before softening her expression and smiling.

"...I think that sounds like a pretty sweet deal Cupcake..." And Vi, always to the point, kissed her, letting silence fall as their caresses remained. Both realized that logic was a compromise, one that wouldn't really solve the issues both had internalized....

But perhaps, each other's appreciation is enough.

(Drabble inspired by @risingshine's amazing art of Caitlyn's scars and tatoos, and a conversation I had with @undercity-merc )

#ic #drabble #caitlyn #vi #arcane #league of legends #long post

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annathesillyfriend · 2 years

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August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #august 2022 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #robert floyd x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #steve harrington x reader

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gayforrenee · 1 year

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My ratings on how emotional some of my favorite EAH duos would make me if they played marbles (the thing from Squid Game!!!) (also I just kind of want to give everyone my take on how I think it would all happen and who would die)

Before I go any further, mb for just dipping on y'all. I just left the EAH fandom and then got back into it. And I actually HAVE started writing All I Want again (weird that it was so sudden but whatever)

This is from the least emotional (still cry-worthy fs tho) to the most emotional (literally screaming and sobbing). 1 and 2 are actually tied because I couldn't decide which was worse. I struggled rlly bad on some of these so just because I put one higher doesn't mean I wouldn't fucking lose my mind for the lower one

8. Daring/Rosabella

Y'all. I'm sorry. I do love them. Don't get me wrong. They're just at the bottom. They were actually the only duo that I was even close to being sure about. I genuinely like them and if they had to play, I would be shedding tears. I feel like a lot of people would instantly go for Rosabella because of her like savior type of attitude sometimes, but I'm gonna be fr with y'all. I think Daring would actually lose. I think he would find a way around letting her lose. I know he's made out to be selfish sm, but then in the last season he kind of has that redemption arc and I actually start to like him. I think that Rosabella would try to fool him into winning, but he would possibly see through her playing with him and end up ultimately losing. It would definitely be emotional, but I feel like he would take it bravely. That might not be quite the right word, but I can't think of another good one rn so whatever.

Survivor: Rosabella

7. Darling/Daring

I KNOW. COME AT ME. This one would definitely be rough. The first thing I thought of when I saw this was that Daring would try to be the brother in the situation. He would try to protect, but I think he would fail. Darling can do anything she puts her mind to, and if she really wanted herself to lose, she would make it happen. That's just the tea y'all. I feel like there would be a moment where it looks like Daring's going to lose, and then Darling swoops in and takes that spot right out from under him. I think he would be really hurt, and I think he would feel a lot of guilt afterwards because he let that happen to his sister. There's a possibility that it could be him instead of her, which would take the path of him acting like the brother and taking the fall for her, but I just feel like she would end up losing.

Survivor: Daring

6. Cupid/Blondie

People don't talk about this ship enough, so I'm going to. Anyway, I love them. I think they're adorable and would've made a great couple. Thinking about them playing the marble game makes me want to kms bc I think it would constantly be them going back and forth and trying to get the other to take their marbles. I think Blondie would eventually convince Cupid that she needs to lose and not Cupid, and despite Cupid trying to beg her not to, Blondie lets Cupid take her marbles and she loses. It would honestly be hard to watch even though I have it at six. I would for sure cry a lot, and it would be really heartfelt. They're both just so soft when you take away their sassy and sarcastic moments. One of my favorite underrated ships.

Survivor: Cupid

5. Holly/Poppy

Just want to say how much I love these two. I love their personalities and just everything about them. I do feel like both would try to save the other. Again, it would be a back and forth battle between who's going to lose. I think that Poppy would end up being the one to lose. Holly would just give up because she sees that she's getting nowhere with Poppy. It would be extremely bittersweet and she would be nonstop crying. She would try to reason with her, but it wouldn't work. Poppy would be determined to let Holly live, so she would let herself lose.

Survivor: Holly

A/N: Here's the good shit y'all. Everyone is going to fucking HATE me. I'm so sorry in advance. My imagination really said fuck you once I got to like 3.

4. Apple/Raven

...

So. I feel like it would be giving Dragon Games LMFAO. No bc like it would be super angsty and sad. They would be fighting for each other to survive until the very end. There would be a lot of tears and a lot of just meltdowns over it. Despite the whole thing about how Raven is portrayed as the more selfless one in the friendship, I'm just gonna say it rn. Apple stopped being selfish (... only partially because she DID get herself killed to save Raven which only hurt her more but it's fine)

APPLE LOST.

She definitely lost. Raven didn't see it coming, and it just happened. Apple accepted it and that was it. Raven definitely walked away from this with guilt for the rest of her life. She would never be the same. I think she would always feel like a part of her was missing.

Survivor: Raven

3. Darling/Apple

I'll just start by saying that Apple dies. I'll explain why. LET ME EXPLAIN. PLEASE.

My take on this is, of course, that Darling loves Apple more than she will ever realize (literally no fucking shit). Everyone is made to believe that Darling is going to be the one who loses. Even Apple believes this. It makes sense that Darling would be the one to die. She's the knight in the relationship. Literally. Anyway, it just makes sense. How she is would just make complete sense. You're made to think that in the end, it's going to be Darling. It almost is. Apple really has her mind set on it being herself, but she just has a feeling that it'll be Darling. She thinks that Darling is going to find a way to lose her marbles. Then they start to get close to the end, and it clicks in Apple's mind that she can't let Darling die. She refuses to let her go. So she does what any good girlfriend would do.

Apple lets Darling get all of her marbles before Darling even realizes what Apple was doing. The minute that Darling has Apple's last marble, she just stares at her. I think she would silent cry and Apple would try to be optimistic. It would be so fucking emotional. I don't know how well I would handle it.

Survivor: Darling

2. Maddie/Raven

Banging my head against a wall because the way I would cry. I feel like everyone knows who would die. Let's just be fr. It's Maddie. Y'all can come at me, but it's Maddie. I know she's like goofy and crazy most of the time, but when it comes down to it, she absolutely loves her friends to the ends of the universe. She would do anything for them. I love her relationship with Raven, and I feel like going into it, Raven would already know that Maddie was going to lose. She would try to deny it, but she would already know. It would be gut feeling that she couldn't shake. She would try to draw the game out so that she had more time with Maddie, but it wouldn't matter because Maddie was going to die sooner or later. I think Maddie would be cracking jokes and trying to make Raven smile until she was finally killed. She would definitely know as well from the beginning that she would be the one. It wouldn't be that Raven didn't want to do it, because she really did, it would just be that Maddie felt like it should be her. Maddie wanted to let Raven live even if meant that she couldn't. This would make me bawl fr.

Survivor: Raven

2. Kitty/Lizzie

I actually just put this one on the list of ships to do, so here we go. This would be super fucking angsty. Both of them love each other a lot and don't want to watch the other one die. They know that one of them will have to die, but they want it to be themselves. It would be horrible to watch because I feel like, and don't get mad because I actually struggled to think about who would die, it would be Lizzie who lost. I can see it being Kitty. I definitely can, BUT, there's just something that makes me believe that it would truly be Lizzie in the end. I think both of them would hold it together for the most part until the end. Kitty would finally win and completely lose her shit. Lizzie would accept her fate but continuously apologize to Kitty for letting this happen. I think Kitty would tell her "it's okay" and just try to make her feel not guilty. Kitty wouldn't come out of this okay at all. I feel like she would actually go insane after watching the love of her life die.

Survivor: Kitty

A/N: GOD I FUCKING HATE MYSELF FOR DOING THESE LAST TWO. I love y'all but here comes, in my opinion, the ones that would make me want to break shit and kms. They're the full-on mental breakdown ones.

Ashlynn/Briar

I'll start this one by apologizing because I'm going to be dead serious right now. I would literally have a meltdown over this. I wouldn't be able to handle it. Their friendship is wholesome and they love each other so much that it hurts. And for the love of FUCKING GOD I AM SO SORRY BUT ASHLYNN LOSES.

I'm leaving that there.

This one is bad. It's definitely a lot of crying and "I love you's" because who doesn't lose playing a game where one of you has to die and the other has to live with that guilt for the rest of their (very possibly short) life. Briar definitely goes into the game convinced that she's going to do it. She prepares herself the entire time. She loses her mojo a few times because she feels bad that Ashlynn is crying so much and is just an emotional mess. It just reminds her of how Ashlynn would be if Briar actually lost. This one would be hard to watch. I think there would just be constant crying on both sides if I'm being completely honest. I think that everyone would seriously think it's Briar, and then you realize that it's going to be Ashlynn. There would be that moment of "wait, what the fuck did she just do?" It would be gut-churning honestly. Ashlynn was honestly always too nice, and this would be the moment when she needed to not be. Briar would tell her she needed to just let her lose so Ashlynn could walk away from this, but Ashlynn wouldn't want that. I think the second that Briar realized that it wasn't going to be her that lost, she would try to push herself harder to get rid of her marbles. In the end, it would be Ashlynn that got killed. Briar would take it really hard and she would struggle afterwards with the death of her best friend.

Survivor: Briar

A/N: ON GOD THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING TO TELL EVERYONE BECAUSE I WANT TO CRY RN THINKING ABT IT

Briar/Faybelle

Shaking. Crying. Screaming. Throwing up. Sobbing.

This would be really bad.

Absolutely fucking horrible to watch.

Writing the part of how this happens, I'm still unsure as to who I'm going to go with on losing, so we'll see as I keep going.

God, this is fucking hard. I can imagine it and I don't want to. It would be super angsty. Like screaming and fighting. A lot of crying. I know Faybelle normally hides all of her emotions on the show and whatever, but this would be that time that she just lets go. Going into the game, they both wanted themselves to die. It's hard to think about because on one hand, you have Briar who is the more soft one in the relationship and wants to let Faybelle survive because she loves her, but then you have Faybelle who feels guilty about how she's treated Briar in the past and she doesn't believe at all that she can continue her life without Briar. It's mostly the latter, but those are just two major points. I think that the idea of the other dying would be the fuel for wanting to lose their own marbles. They would be going back and forth the whole time. I just feel like the angst would be what hurts everyone. It would be so much screaming and crying of how they can't live without the other. We would also see a side of Faybelle that's never even been grazed, and I think that would hurt even more because the fact that Faybelle would let herself act so desperate and be so vulnerable would be an eye-opener. It would be like "oh shit, Faybelle actually fucking loves Briar and literally is about to let herself die just so she can survive." And then you have everything from Briar's pov which is "I can't live without Faybelle so I'm going to lose and she'll learn to live without me. She'll be okay." Both would have similar outlooks on it, but in the end, I genuinely believe that both would die.

Briar would let herself lose first and Faybelle would just fucking lose her mind completely. I think Faybelle would literally be on her knees and begging them to just kill her. If they didn't, she would find a way to do it herself because she can't live without Briar.

Very sob-worthy if you ask me.

Anyway, they both die. End of story. Not really but I don't want to actually write something abt this bc I would cry before I even got one paragraph in

Survivor: Neither bc I'm a bitch

#eah #briar beauty #faybelle thorn #ever after high #bribelle #dappling #clondie #ashlynn and briar #rapple #kizzie #maddie and raven #darling and daring #rosabella and daring #holly and poppy

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