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pippytmi · 3 years

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16 + 4 + 2 (werewolf supercorp?)

It is not uncommon for Kara to wake up in a puddle of blood.

At this point she is immune to the shock that comes with it, really. She has adapted; knows all the best tricks to get stains out of her clothes, knows all the best laundromats that don’t ask any questions. Heck, she even has Alex’s ex-girlfriend on speed dial, just in case there is a freak chance the blood Kara wakes up in might be human (it has not happened yet, knock on wood).

But there are other parts that still take some getting used to. Like, for example, the loss of memory that comes with every night of the full moon. Because yeah, she understands why she wakes up in a pool of blood. What she doesn’t understand is why this time around she wakes up in a pool of her own blood, and in so much pain that it hurts to open her eyes.

“Ow,” Kara whispers to herself, twisting onto her side with a groan. Her clothes are gone—no surprise—but even as she is laying down on the cold, rocky forest floor, the only thing she can focus on is how much her head hurts. She’s dealt with branch scratches, sore legs and arms, the occasional plethora of bug bites, but never a headache. Her one comfort is that at least she has made it into the backyard of Sam’s cabin. It takes a considerable amount of strength to push herself up off the ground; walking is going to be much harder than anticipated.

If Alex saw her now, she'd—well first she would hit Kara over the head and yell at her about being dumb, but afterwards she would snicker. And probably hit her over the head again for good measure.

“Oh my God—!”

Okay, it’s official. Kara is now dead. Even if the stranger gawking at her is not the one who kills her, Alex definitely will.

And it’s that thought that makes Kara drop right back down on the floor, knocking the wind right out of her lungs, and she groans into the dirt pitifully.

“Oh, fuck,” the stranger whispers, almost as if to herself, scrambling to come to Kara’s side. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck!” Said stranger belatedly claps a hand over her mouth, green eyes widening in horror. “Holy shit, are you alive?”

Kara pitifully rests her cheek against the ground and tries not to look too offended. “Uh, kind of,” she replies. (So this must not be Sam’s cabin, then.) “Sorry. Am I in your yard? It is a very nice yard. Five stars.”

“No, it’s not my—I’m house-sitting,” the woman explains, though she is giving Kara a look that says really? That’s what you want to focus on right now?

“Well, it’s still a nice place,” Kara says, because she is polite and small talk is always a good thing to fall back on when you’re naked on a pile of dead leaves. “Wait, I don’t suppose you’re house-sitting for Sam, are you? Sam Arias, super tall, has a daughter who is freakishly good at checkers?”

Stranger-who-swears-like-a-sailor frowns. “How do you know Sam?” she asks suspiciously.

“She dated my sister. It was a whole—it’s a thing,” Kara says. “You know?”

“Wait. Are you Kara? Are you Alex’s sister?”

“Yes! So you do know!” Kara would grin if her face were capable of any emotion besides mind-shattering pain. “Then you must be Sam’s friend…uh, bear with me…Lena? Or Jess?”

“Lena,” says the woman, still notably wary, so Kara makes the decision to wiggle until she can prop herself up her elbows and look less, well, like a corpse.

“Hey, got it in one!” Kara says as cheerfully as she can muster. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. And can I just—uh, say—that you don’t have to worry. I won’t die here or anything. I know you would obviously be the number one suspect for murder and it wouldn’t be nice of me to put you through that.”

“…right. Never mind that you would be dead, or anything.” Lena begins to shakily unbutton her coat like a woman possessed, as if her doubt has morphed entirely into concern now that she has confirmation the freak naked in Sam’s backyard is not an entire stranger. “Here, this is long enough to cover you. Do you—do you need help getting up?”

“No, no, I’ve got it, thank you,” Kara insists, and gradually, she manages; she shifts sideways and then tentatively onto her butt, and accepts the coat when it’s all but thrown at her face. There is blood mixed in with the leaves and general guck beneath her, and she winces at the sight. “I’ll come back and clean this later,” she’s quick to add, and Lena frowns in response.

“Are you serious? Forget cleaning, you need—stitches, at the very least. I can take you to the hospital if—”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that!” Kara blurts out, and with the adrenaline from that burst of energy she’s able to scramble to her feet. She is shaky, unsteady, but she manages to stay upright at least and she’ll count that as a win. “Shoot. I’m sorry for yelling. I just—no hospitals. I can’t do hospitals.” She has never had to form an excuse for this, and her mouth can’t quite wrap around the right words.

But Lena—green eyes wide and unsure, skin pale in the early morning light—nods, like she understands. “Okay,” she says. “No hospitals.”

“Thanks,” Kara mumbles, wrapping the coat tightly around herself. There are startling black spots in her vision and her head still feels like it was used as a piñata; she wonders what the heck her next move should be now. If Sam needs someone to house-sit, she must be out of the city. And if Sam is out of the city, Kara can’t exactly waltz into Sam’s house to wash all the blood off her body (and then call up Alex from the couch while stealing whatever ice cream Ruby picked). Sam lets her do that, sure, but that’s Sam. It would be pretty rude to do that when Lena is right here.

“Do you…” And Lena pauses, nose scrunching up as if something has just occurred to her. “I can give you a ride somewhere else, if you’d like. Back to your house?”

“No, that’s okay,” Kara hurries to decline, because how can she really explain that she lives in an apartment, and that if little old Mrs. Jensen saw her coming up covered in blood she’d finally succumb to her third heart attack? “Can I just use Sam’s phone to call my sister? Then I’ll come right back out here, I promise.”

“Why would you come back out here again?” Underneath her coat, Lena is wearing plaid pajama pants that are rolled at the ankle (Sam’s, most likely), and a tank top that is extremely fitted. Very, very well fitted. Like, you-can-tell-it’s-frigidly-cold-outside-kind-of-fitted.

Kara coughs and tries not to let on how her train of thought has twisted. “Because…I’m a stranger?” she tries. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Remember, if you die I’m going to be the first one they question,” Lena says, tilting her head expectantly in the direction of Sam’s cabin. “Come inside, warm up. Call your sister.” All things considered, she is far more concerned than Kara expected her to be—as if, somehow, ridding herself of the weirdo walking around bloody and probably concussed isn’t the very first thing on Lena’s mind.

So Kara doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth; she accepts the offer. It’s a small comfort that if she really does get murdered by a total stranger, it won’t be while cold and naked.

Lena goes right into Sam’s room the instant they go inside, already gathering a million outfits for Kara to pick through. “The shower is fickle, but it does have hot water,” she says, adding a towel to the pile in Kara’s arms when she re-emerges. “You just have to—”

“Hit the wall twice, and give it a few seconds,” Kara finishes. “Yeah, Sam reminds me every time.”

“So you…visit Sam often, do you?”

“Uh.” And suddenly, despite the long, cold night she’s had, the air indoors feels a bit warmer than is comfortable. “Only sometimes.” Once a month, Kara thinks, and Lena crosses her arms and just stares.

Really stares, dragging those sharp green eyes up and down Kara’s whole body. Squints at the scratches on her face, scrunches her nose at the way Kara awkwardly shifts from side to side. Finally Lena speaks, and it’s only to say, “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“...come again?”

“It’s you. Sam told me she’s been helping out a friend with a—furry predicament—”

If it were possible to choke on air, Kara would be dead right now. “Did she really call it furry? But she’s also—!” She has to pause, now, because she feels an urge to clarify, “Wait. Are we talking about the same thing right now?”

Lena narrows her eyes slightly. “You mean talking about how you’re a werewolf?”

“Oh!” Head lighter, Kara sucks in a laugh that makes her ribs feel like they are splintering open. “Then yes. That’s good, I didn’t want you to think I was a—anyway. I didn’t think Sam told anyone.”

“Sam and I have been friends for a long time,” Lena says slowly. A beat. “She actually ate my hamster once.”

Kara winces. “Recently?”

“No! Back in the fifth grade,” Lena frowns, like she might’ve added dumbass at the end of the sentence. “I’m a grown woman. I don’t own hamsters.”

“What? Come on, having pets isn’t just a kid thing,” Kara says. “I used to have a cat, but he…”

“Oh my God, you ate him?”

Kara’s jaw drops. “What—no! He turned out to already have an owner, so she took him back. He just liked to wander into my apartment.” She hugs the clothing pile tighter to her chest, and tries her hardest to scowl. “I’m responsible, okay? Most of the time. I’m not dangerous.”

“Except to deer, or rabbits, or whatever else you killed last night?” Lena quirks an eyebrow, but surprisingly not in a manner that’s judge-y. Just…curious.

“Right,” Kara says defeatedly, and her head throbs enough that her grip on Sam’s clothes begins to falter. “Sorry. I wasn't trying to be defensive or anything.”

“That's alright.” And stranger still, Lena reaches out to gently touch the side of Kara’s head. “So does the same thing happen to you?”

“Huh?” The proximity has scrambled Kara’s brain momentarily, and she finds herself unthinkingly holding her breath.

“Do you also black out,” Lena clarifies. “Like Sam does, every time she shifts.”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s—a universal wolf thing,” Kara says.

Lena hums, and her hand retracts. “And are you a serial killer in wolf form?”

“Uh, I hope not? I’m pretty sure all this is…” Kara gestures over her body with one hand, still hugging the pile of clothes with the other. “Not human.”

“Okay.” Lena casually walks away, but pauses to throw over her shoulder, “I’ll help you clean up your head once you’re out of the shower. I’ve helped Sam a hundred times.”

“Are you—do you have some kind of healing magic, or—”

“Close. I’m an ER nurse,” Lena says amusedly, and when she smiles a dimple emerges on one cheek. “All the witches I know have fled the city, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“You joke, but Alex dated this witch once, and she hexed my sister to spill her first sip of coffee every time she went to take a drink for three weeks straight after they broke up,” Kara says, and Lena again scrunches her nose in that quizzical way.

“Seriously? Witches are real too?”

“Duh,” Kara says lightly. “What, you thought it stopped at werewolves? Please. I’m pretty sure the neighbor two doors down is a gorgon.”

“Well, it would explain her fondness of statues,” Lena says, strangely nonplussed. “I’ve never asked, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. How do you take your coffee?” As she asks, Lena deposits a few fingers of whiskey into a mug, and at Kara’s questioning look says, “Sorry, we’re all out of painkillers. This is as good as you’re going to get.”

“Maybe I’ll do better if it’s straight,” Kara says, unable to hide her grimace, while Lena shrugs a shoulder as if to say it’s your funeral.

So after Kara showers, she sits on the couch and sips gross whiskey out of a chipped mug that reads World’s Best Mom in bright pink letters. Lena has turned on the TV to the local news station—clearly she has stayed with Sam before—and a man on screen is recounting a tale of how he hit a giant wolf strolling too close to his farm with a baseball bat.

“If I had my shotgun I would’ve killed the fucker,” he swears, red in the face, and above her Lena gives a little scoff.

“What a dick,” Lena says, her hand steadily stitching up the wound on Kara’s scalp, and her voice has a hint of an accent; it’s really cute, actually, and Kara doesn’t even mind that the next poke of the needle is sharper than the others.

It is the strangest morning Kara has ever had. Drinking whiskey before eight in the morning, with a kind stranger who she’s barely met but is suturing her skin together, who smells faintly of lavender soap and strong black coffee.

“—National City is not safe when wolves are wandering close to homes—”

The scent of rich hot chocolate bubbling on the stove is beginning to fill the room, the ancient pipes are rumbling throughout the walls, and Lena’s fingers are soft against her head. Kara closes her eyes and decides that she will wait a little longer before she calls Alex to pick her up.

#i tried my best but tbh i dont know much of werewolf lore ? so i tried to go w/these two being soft #& autumn vibes of course #supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #writing a meet messy is HARD idk how to make them cute !!

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passmethemolly · 4 years

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dteam + friends as old navy employees

Bad is the manager. a very tired one, but he keeps everyone in check

bad: guys please make sure we’re asking for cards today- we’re behind and-

dream: its georges fault

george: it’s not! i ask and everyone says no-

dream: thats because you aren’t asking them right

george: how the hell do you ask for a credit card right???

bad is long gone by that point. he’s quietly sitting in the office watching george and dream bicker

he has a photo of his dog on his desk and will smuggle her into the workplace sometimes

will deal with the difficult customers but will feel bad for being mean even though its his job

sapnap is on the floor bc he can perfect fold things

hates every second of it and always hides in the fitting room or goes up to cash wrap to bother george

purposefully messes up piles of clothes so dream has to refold it

scares tommy whenever he hides in said fitting room

overall, super chill and will go where ever he needs to but folds like a sloth

once caught someone stealing but he didn’t say anything

george is always up at the registers and he absolutely hates it

he will never ever ask people to open up a credit card unless bad is there or unless dream gets put up there with him and they compete against each other

as soon as a customer has an issue with something, george calls bad up to the register to deal with it and he walks away

george will ignore customers and let wilbur take them instead

he steals the candy all the time

dream is tossed around all over the place

doesnt do anything, yet still manages to meet his credit card goal which annoys the fuck out of george and sapnap

he hits george with hangers

george will always hit him back

the kids are fighting again ft. hangers

he attracts the weird customers which makes for good stories

he once fell off a ladder and george saw that and he will never let dream live that down

a BOPIS beast- not a single order goes unnoticed by him

sapnap likes to fold the kids clothes since theyre easy and bad never checks kids

dream is a huge wingman to sapnap through the walkies

dream: sapnap, tell that girl that the boyfriend jeans are 100% off at your place.

sapnap: dude i have a girlfriend

dream: okay, say it for me then

sapnap: dream im not saying that-

george: will you please shut up i can’t hear anything but you two idiots

alternatively- also the biggest instigator

dream: george, i dare you to not talk to the next customer

george: what? no, i have to it’s literally my job to talk to them-

dream: do it, trust me

george: im not gonna ignore them as i check them out

dream: if you dont, im telling bad that you dont ask to open credit cards and you didn’t count the money from last night and youve been stealing the kitkats

long story short, they got a complaint and george was tasked with cleaning the bathrooms that night as punishment

tommy is in fitting room and he loves it

he was put there since he was “too aggressive” to be on sales floor

but hes the only person at the store that can open more credit cards than dream due to his aggression

he gets to go on his phone and drink coke whenever

once locked sapnap in the fitting room for three hours

whenever he has to return the ‘go back’ clothes, he sprints through the store. he literally runs the clothes.

once fought a customer that told him he was wrong about a price.

tommy: HOW IS IT WRONG I SCANNED IT WITH THE FUCKING IPOD AND IT CAME UP THAT PRICE HOW IS IT WRONG

tubbo is holding him back while bad is apologizing to the customer and offering them 70% their entire purchase

wilbur is on register with george and they gossip about the customers

wilbur is the best dressed there

everyone swoons for him, which racks up sales since everyone wants to be checked out by the cute cashier

him and george are lowkey the power duo on register

he cares very much about sizing and taking proper care of the clothes

he drives tommy and tubbo to work

dream and george go get lunch together on their break

dream will occasionally bring george mcdonalds if he feels like it

george, in return, won’t do anything special <3

jk- george just helps dream fold the floor after closing instead of hiding behind the cash wrap counter

george will always bring dream a starbucks cookie on fridays

one time, bad wouldn’t let george wear one of his supreme shirts and he had to wear dreams hoodie to cover it up

techno is a ghost at this old navy. hes never scheduled to work but when he comes it- everything is perfectly folded and they have a spike in customer satisfaction- but people rarely see him do these things

small rivalry between dream and techno obviously

they will always make a competition out of everything

always a closing time employee- he never opens the store.

dream is obsessed with how he perfect folds and will stalk him around the store when he does work

techno just wants to work tbh

tubbo is in fitting room with tommy

hes more…passive… with the customers

will always wish everyone a nice day even if they leave the room a mess

will take the time to clean each room while tommy sprints in and out with his arms full of clothes

does whatever tommy wants to do

except when it comes down to who is cleaning the bathrooms at closing time- then its a battle

(just rock paper scissors)

tubbo and dream sometimes trade places, but tubbo always goes back to the fitting room since he has no idea how the sales floor works

dream ROCKS old navy clothes

he abuses the fuck out of his employee discount

sometimes he’ll get george to give him a bigger discount

george always wears stuff with brands even though its against dress code (he will not give up his hypebeast shirts)

bad will let it slide most of the time but not all the time yk?

sapnap shoves his phone into clothes and plays games

on the quiet days- everyone is on sales floor except tommy. tommy is forbidden from being on sales floor.

tommy watches from afar as his friends slap each other with hangers and talk shit about the public

his time will come. he will get out of the fitting room

at closing time, dream and george hide in a blind spot and talk for the rest of their shift

sapnap: can you guys please stop flirting and go fold in mens? bad says if we fold everything we can leave early-

dream throws a bundle of socks at sapnap

george wants to be on sales floor so bad, he complains about register everyday

dream wants to be on register since sales floor is boring to him

bad wont let them switch

tommy, tubbo, and wilbur always start fights with george, dream, and sapnap

a ‘war’ broke out one night when they were closing

bad made them stay an extra two hours to refold the entire store since they trashed it

george once parkoured over a jean table

sapnap is always friendly to the customers and will ask them how theyre doing as soon as he sees them

scares the shit out the customers at the same time. he’s a ninja

tommy got out of the fitting room once and hid in a rack of dresses so bad couldn’t find him

bad just wants people to open up credit cards

sapnap would bring his girlfriend in a lot and now bad is considering hiring her since shes here so often

on their breaks, they will all sit in a circle and watch the cameras and make fun of people

they have a groupchat called “the navy soilders” and they literally just send the same video of dream falling off the ladder that george pulled from the cameras

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c-e-d-dreamer · 3 years

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This is so long and so angsty, and I am so sorry! Also, I took the “Music” prompt a bit loosely and based this off music lyrics? Hope that counts. Song is I Do by Wild Rivers :) @nessianweek

My sweater on your bedroom floor, you can take that // You don’t want my love no more, honey I can shake that

Cassian swallows down a sigh as he opens up the trash bag in his hands. The crinkle of it as he shakes it out is especially loud in the quiet of his bedroom, like a crack of thunder ringing in his ears. Leave it to Mor to demand that he “spring clean” and “finally get rid of that shit you hoard” only to bustle out of his apartment without even an offer to help.

The living room had been an easy place to start. The photos had been one of the first things he had removed post-breakup, so there wasn’t much left out there anyways. But his bedroom. Well, he isn’t sure the last time he'd really gone through his closet.

He opens the doors to find various clothing and items strewn about haphazardly. Some are on hangers, some are stuffed onto the shelf above, and a good chunk litter the floor. He tries to organize as he goes, pulling out and sorting through the different items to decide which to keep and which to donate. He’s sifting through the pile on the floor when his hand brushes against something soft and somehow familiar. With a tug, he comes face to face with a small cream colored sweater. The sight of it has him falling back onto his ass, his breath hitching as he runs his thumb along the cable knit pattern.

If he closes his eyes, he can see them here, see her in this very sweater. He can feel the sweater under his palms as he slides his hands over her waist, feel the delicious warmth of her skin as slips his fingers under the hem. He can hear her laughter in his ear, like a favorite song he wants to bottle up and play on loop, as he presses kisses to her neck and behind her ear.

Cassian digs the palms of his hands into his eyes like he can scrub the image from behind them, but all it does it make his chest ache. Like a damn full of splintering cracks, barely held together with tape. He can feel that familiar thickness clawing its way into his throat, and he can’t take it. He tosses the sweater into the trash bag and heads for the kitchen, desperate for a beer.

I come, you go, back around back around // I see your ghost on a train downtown

Downtown is a mess as always. All Nesta can think about is a glass of wine, the chocolate cake in her fridge that she picked up from Trader Joe’s, and the next chapter of her book waiting for her on her nightstand. But instead, she’s weaving her way through busybodies and tourists who don’t know how to stand on the right and walk on the left.

Once she gets through the crowds, she walks with practiced ease to the platform she needs, scrolling aimlessly through the array of texts from her sisters and friends from earlier today. She sends off a quick reply to Gwyn and Emerie before sliding her phone back into her bag. She turns to look at the board above the platform to check the wait time of the next train when her eyes catch on something else. Someone else.

The sight of broad shoulders and a tangle of curls corralled into a top bun has Nesta’s heart stuttering to a painful stop and clenching hard deep between her ribs. She can already feel that all too familiar prick pressing in behind her eyes, threatening release. She can practically hear his laughter from here, loud and booming and so full of life, as he throws his head back.

All it takes is one thought to send her spiraling back. Back to a calloused hand sliding against her own, fingers curled firmly around hers. Warm. Safe. It takes her back to a nose brushing against her hair at her temple, that laughter in her ear, a promise that screaming at passing trains is the best form of therapy.

Nesta has to turn away and press a hand over her mouth to keep in the choked sound trying to spill forth. When she looks back down the platform, he’s gone, and all Nesta feels is the hollowness pressing in on all sides.

It’s just a baseball cap, I ain’t even missing // And a Springsteen track, I don’t listen

Cassian’s late. He knows it. Azriel is going to kill him if he’s not out the door soon. He does another quick check around his room, pulling out drawers in his dresser and even checking under his bed. And then it hits him, a flash behind his eyes harder than a slap across the face.

It’s the hat being placed on a head of golden brown waves. It’s a soft press of lips against his own and lithe arms winding around his neck. It’s a mumble of “it looks better on me anyways” and clear eyes piercing into his own, deep and smokey blue and glinting like the roiling ocean under a setting sun.

Cassian has to clench and unclench his fists a few times to get his head right, but then he’s pulling open his closet doors and digging out a different hat to throw over his mess of hair. He snags his keys and sails out the door to his car. When he turns the key in the ignition, the radio hums to life, the familiar lyrics of Springsteen flooding out of the speakers. Cassian almost wants to laugh at his luck. It would be this song.

Even with Springsteen’s vocals blaring, all Cassian can hear is his own voice singing along, purposefully off-key, her laughter-filled pleas for him to stop as she reaches across and tries to stifle the sounds with her hand over his mouth. With a hard jam of his finger, the radio cuts out. Cassian takes a deep breath, throws the car in reverse, and drives in silence the rest of the way.

It's just an old habit, I don't gotta kick // Or your best friends' pictures, I don't check 'em

The pile of blankets atop Nesta is the only armor she needs. She curls her body and burrows deeper into them as she opens Instagram on her phone, the small rectangle the only light in her otherwise dark bedroom. She takes a few moments to scroll through the posts on her feed and click through some Stories, but there’s no beating around the bush. She knows why she’s here.

Her finger hesitates for only a moment over the search button at the bottom of her screen, but then she’s selecting it. It only takes her typing in the “A” before the page comes up, and Nesta refuses to let the shame threatening to heat her skin win at what that means. She clicks on the first picture, taking in the wide smiles, the arms slung casually over shoulders. Nesta bites her lip so hard, that tangy metallic taste floods her tongue.

She shuts her phone off abruptly, tossing it onto her nightstand before rolling over. She curls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms tightly around herself, focusing on the phantom feel of different arms holding her close and warm breath ghosting across her shoulder. If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can feel the press against her back with each breath he took, feel the words “I love you” whispered against her spine.

Now I'm driving by the place we met // Could you go there?

Cassian’s so distracted, he doesn’t even realize he missed the turn for his apartment. He’s not even fully sure where he’s going until the familiarity starts to sink in. It’s too easy to pull up alongside and throw his car into park. At this hour, it’s all dark through the large windows, but there’s no mistaking the small wooden tables with the chairs stacked atop them. The register and the glass display case. The chalkboard declaring the seasonal drink specials in bright colors and swirling writing.

Cassian can still taste the sweetness of her drink against his tongue. Can still see her pointedly raised eyebrow and unimpressed frown like it’s branded at the molecular level of his brain. Those eyes cutting through him from the minute they locked with his own. That lilting voice of hers still ringing in his ears and asking him what he thought he was doing with her drink.

Cassian grips the steering wheel of his car until his knuckles turn white, letting his head drop until his forehead meets the leather. He takes a few deep breaths, then he’s throwing the car back into drive, letting the coffeeshop fade away in the rearview mirror.

Now you wanna talk? // Babe I don't care

“Nesta.”

It’s a simple sound. Just her name. But in that soft timbre, in that voice that Nesta’s heard rumble through his chest, it makes her blood freeze over. She knew she never should have agreed to come to this garden party. As soon as the text came through from Feyre, she should have declined. But that voice in the back of her mind, it had niggled, it had gnawed, it had climbed to the forefront, and now she’s standing in Feyre’s backyard, a cup of some sort of punch clutched between her hands and Cassian approaching her.

“You look good,” he says once in front of her.

Nesta is sure that has to be a lie. All she feels is weighed down, like every second of every day is spent trudging through thick mud. Concealer can work wonders, but it’s no miracle worker. And with him standing this close, close enough for Nesta to feel the warmth that always seemed to radiate off his frame, to smell that combination of fabric softener, cologne, and just him. All she can think about is the air stuttering through her lungs.

At her silence, Cassian clears his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “So, how have you been?”

It’s casual, and Cassian throws an easy grin her way as he says it. Nesta hates it. She hates the way that he does look good. Hates the happy ease he didn’t even have to try to muster or pretend when he arrived, hugging and laughing with their families. Hates that she can tell the laughter lines around his eyes have gotten deeper.

“No,” Nesta says, turning on her heel abruptly and heading back toward the house.

She hears Cassian call after her, but she doesn’t stop. She’s surprised the whole backyard doesn’t hear the crack resounding from her chest, leaving shards of glass embedded deep in the skin.

I see you out in a bar downtown, but you look so different like you don't go thinking, but I do

Cassian watches the ice cubes bubble and clink in his glass of whiskey. He gives the glass another swirl before throwing the amber liquid back, reveling in the burn against his throat. He tosses a couple bills onto the bar-top and slides off the stool with a sigh. He turns toward the exit but his eyes catch on the other end of the bar.

Nesta is there, and Cassian’s entire body feels like it’s been set on fire as he takes her in, the gentle waves tumbling over her shoulders, the small black dress clinging to her every curve. He recognizes Gwyn and Emerie standing with her. He sees her laugh at something one of them says. Over the music and the crowds of the bar, he can't hear it, but it still rips through his chest like an arrow. Before he can even make a conscious decision, his legs are carrying him toward her, always toward her, like a ship brought home to safety by a lighthouse.

“Nesta,” Cassian says once he steps up behind her.

She turns and looks up at him, and his breath hitches in his chest all over again. His fingers itch to brush the hair away from her face, tuck it behind her ear and run the pads of his fingers through the ends. Her eyes are guarded and it makes his gut twist, urging him to press his lips against her skin until that look melts away like it used to. Maybe if he’d had another glass of whiskey he’d be feeling more brave. But the alcohol thrumming in his veins gives him enough courage to ask the question that’s been burning a hole through his head and heart.

“Do you ever think about us?” he asks, voice quiet and just for them.

A silence settles between them, but it’s charged, like even in this crowded downtown bar, everyone is holding their breath, waiting with baited anticipation. As the seconds tick by, Cassian begins to wonder if she’ll even answer, if he’s made a mistake, but then her hand is reaching up, smoothing a stray lock of hair away from his eyes.

“I do.”

#my fic #acotar #nessianweek2021 #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #to the tune of let's get loud #let's get sad let's get saaaaaadddd #I cried myself while writing this if it's any consolation

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ptergwen · 3 years

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tastes like cherry

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: swearing, hints of cheating, and suggestive themes

summary: peter is into you, but you’re into mj... and peter

a/n: i love this concept even tho it’s unhealthy? let’s take it as a cautionary tale :D also this is my last full oneshot of the year!! i’ll do something quick tomorrow tho

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“sorry, peter. i’m already going with mj.”

you shut your locker, revealing an oddly unphased peter behind it. he doesn’t understand what you mean.

the two of you make your way through the hall. you’re about to head some so you can get ready for liz’s party later. she told you about it first since you’re good friends. you asked mj to come this morning, which was liz’s idea. she’s been trying to set you two up for a while.

“ok, that’s fine. i’m sure she’ll understand if you-“ you cut him off before he gets too excited. “like, as a couple. she’s my date.” peter’s face falls.

you and mj? no offense to her, but he could never see you liking someone so... dry. he’s always pictured bubbly and sweet people to be more your speed. himself, for example.

“that’s,” peter clears his throat. “that’s cool.” you smile to yourself, thinking about spending the night with mj. he’s thinking about how he can show his support without sounding jealous. “since when did you, um, have a thing for her?” “i don’t know. liz helped me realize, honestly,” you nudge his arm.

“maybe you can hang out with her tonight.” peter turns to look at you like you’ve said the most insane thing ever. you’re already looking at him. it brings a blush to his cheeks, which you take as him liking her. you smirk and stop when you get to the doors.

“i... i don’t think that’s a good idea,” he decides with a nervous smile. “think about it more. see you later.” you push open one of the doors and skip outside. you’re already gone when he responds. “yeah, see you.”

he needs to come up with a plan, fast.

“dude, that’s rough,” ned can’t hold back a laugh at the story. peter is at his place, the two of them about to leave for the party. he told him what happened earlier in hopes of getting a second opinion. if he’d known ned would react like this, he would’ve kept it to himself.

“this isn’t funny, ned. i need help,” peter almost whines, flopping back on ned’s bed. ned is fixing his hair last minute. “i’m sorry, bro, but i don’t think y/n likes you that way,” he says sympathetically this time. peter sits up again. they both make eye contact in the mirror. “how do you know that?” “uh, she rejected you?”

puffing some air out of his cheeks, peter watches ned run a comb through his hair. the silence gives him time to reflect on your conversation. he suddenly remembers a key part of it.

“she only said no because she’s taking mj,” peter repeats, ned squinting at his friend’s reflection. “not because she doesn’t like me.” ned puts the comb down, satisfied with his look. he sighs and faces peter again. “it’s too late, dude. try again some other time.”

peter disregards everything he said and keeps plotting. he snaps when an idea comes to him. “all i have to do is get y/n alone for a while.” he looks up at ned with hopeful eyes. that can’t be good.

ned doesn’t approve of messing with your love life. he wishes peter could be just happy for you and move on. that being said, he is supposed to be peter’s wingman. he’d be a pretty terrible one by saying no to whatever he’s about to ask. he mentally apologizes to you before giving in.

“what am i gonna do?”

“can you distract mj for me?”

kids are still piling in when peter and ned arrive. they follow the line of people leading the way. it’s easy to forget how popular liz is because she does academic decathlon with all of you, the most uncool club midtown has to offer. this puts it in perspective.

liz is greeting people at the door. another reason she’s not your stereotypical popular girl is that she’s actually nice.

peter heads in first, ned behind him. her face lights up the second they step inside.

“what took you so long?” she playfully questions the two of them. “ned’s hair,” peter answers, earning a laugh from her. ned elbows his side. “it looks great, ned,” liz compliments him and winks at peter. “oh, thank you.” he tries to act humble about it by running a hand through the style.

peter peers over liz’s head to see if he can find you. he’d have to stand on his tiptoes to really make progress, so that’s done. liz still picks up on it.

“looking for someone?” she raises an eyebrow at him. ned shifts from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “um, do you know where y/n is?” peter clenches his jaw. “in the kitchen with mj. she told me you might wanna hang out tonight.” she’s sort of studying his face, widening her eyes. he averts his own to his feet.

“i should really find her. i’ll... i’ll catch up with you later.” his lips press into a forced smile. “come on, ned.” the two of them set off for the kitchen. ned tells her goodbye and follows peter, leaving liz standing there shocked.

“you could’ve been a little nicer, dude,” ned concludes from the encounter. they’re on their way to the kitchen. peter shrugs his shoulders with both eyebrows furrowed. “i wasn’t mean, though. i’m just, you know, busy.” “so is y/n.”

you’re laughing about something mj said, your arms tightening around her waist from behind. one of your hands has a drink in it. the other searches for hers. she laces your fingers together and rolls her eyes, probably calling you a dork. it’s in a loving way, unlike when she uses the same nickname on peter.

ned might be right. it seems like you’re having a really good time. who is peter to take that away from you? he’d rather you be snuggling up to him than mj, but what matters beyond anything is that you’re enjoying yourself. he should listen to you and spend some time with liz. she’s at least interested in him.

he completely changes his mind when your lips brush mj’s cheek. back to his plan.

“you’re here!” you announce as peter and ned enter the kitchen. mj nods her head at them. “thing one. thing two,” she greets, holding out her free hand to fistbump ned. “hey.” peter grins at you, then gives mj a slightly smaller one. she notices. he sticks his hands in his pockets.

“did you say hi to liz?” you check with your eyebrows raised in anticipation. ned answers for peter, who bites down on his lip. “they’re gonna hang out later.” mj snorts at the idea. “why would she ever wanna do that?” “because i told her to,” you sigh and glance at peter. he’s so stiff.

“and why would you do that?” mj deadpans, looking peter over. he glares back. he hates being talked about like he’s not there. ned forces out a laugh to clear some of the tension between them. you don’t realize any of this is happening.

“i mean, she set me up with you. i wanted to return the favor,” you explain and rest your chin on mj’s shoulder. her face softens. she tilts her head back to look at you with a smile. “aw,” ned coos and draws a heart around you two with his fingers.

he’s secretly rooting for you and mj.

peter points at the snack table, his eyes going from mj to you. “i’m gonna... get a drink.” “ooh, fun. i picked them out,” you beam at him. mj pulls you closer to her before he comes over. she’s not happy with the way he keeps looking at you. you’re not completely oblivious to it either. you just don’t know what to think of it.

you pick up your cup to take a sip of soda. peter has to pass by you to get his own. right as you bring yours to your lips, peter ‘accidentally’ knocks into you. the drink spills down the side of your dress. this is all part of his plan. you squeal and step away from mj.

mj hits peter’s arm with the back of her hand. “idiot. look what you did to my date.” she only refers to you as her date so he’ll take the hint and back off. he ignores her and tends to you instead, a frown on his lips.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to-“ “it’s fine. ned, can you hand me a napkin?” you do your best not to let your frustration show.

he goes to get one off the counter. peter turns to him and mouthes ‘don’t’ before he gets the chance. ned mouthes ‘why not?’ back. peter says ‘because i said so.’ their silent conversation doesn’t go unnoticed by mj. she huffs and pushes past peter. “what the fuck, i’ll get it.”

peter gives him a look that says to do something. panicking, ned pushes the stack of napkins onto the floor. they all end up scattered around.

everyone waits for him to address it. “oops,” he chokes out. “you’re both idiots,” mj grumbles, getting onto the floor to pick them up. this should keep her distracted for a while. things are falling into place.

“i’m gonna see if i can borrow something from liz,” you tell the three of them in an exhale. peter rushes to your side. “do you need help with your dress?”

not sure what to say, you look over at mj. her and ned are busy cleaning up. she probably won’t mind. “this is my fault. i feel bad,” peter continues on.

you leave your empty cup on the snack table and nod. “come with me.”

you bring peter up to liz’s room and shut the door behind you. he has to bite back a smile while you search through her drawers for new clothes. sorry to liz, looks like the two of you are spending the night together now.

your change of clothes ends up on the bed. it’s only a t-shirt and jeans. you’re actually kind of bummed about your dress because you bought it specifically for tonight. not that mj would ever care what you wear, but you felt like dressing up. a few compliments from her wouldn’t hurt, though. she’s not the best in that area.

“can you unzip me?” you ask peter, eyeing him over your shoulder. he’s quick to come up behind you. he puts a hand on your lower back. his other slowly tugs the zipper down. “this is cute,” he murmurs, swiping his thumb over the material of your dress. the feeling and his words give you goosebumps.

“sorry i kind of ruined it.” “are you?” you’re only teasing. peter answers seriously, his voice lower than usual. “no.” you take a step forward when he finishes with the zipper. “it did feel pretty staged to me. you’re not that clumsy.” there’s emphasis on ‘that.’ he hums in a rather suggestive way. you face him again.

the back of your dress gets left open. peter’s eyes trail down your body, his hands not quite leaving it yet.

you’ve always seen him as this harmless, infinitely nice guy. he’s almost too nice for you. it’s why you never considered him as more than a friend. mj has an edge to her, and you like that. peter might have an edge, too.

this new side of him is starting to make you rethink his spot in the friend zone. you feel like you might be rushing into things with mj. should you really have taken liz’s advice? or, should you have came with peter?

“why’d you do it?” your gaze shifts down to his lips. he moves closer to you. that inspires you to take another step back. “i had to get you away from mj.” “she’s my date,” you say unconvincingly and keep walking backwards. peter follows until you end up against the wall.

it’s the perfect spot for him to corner you in. so, he does.

his arms are on either side of the wall behind you. he leans his head down. your faces are dangerously close to each other. your mouths are dangerously close to each other, too.

“you’re... you’re supposed to be with liz,” you breathe out. peter brings a hand up to caress your cheek. “she probably has better things to do.”

it’s almost impossible not to give in to his touch. his fingers run over your skin gently, contradicting the intense way his eyes stare into yours. you lean your cheek in the palm of his hand. you’re still having doubts.

“well, i’m supposed to be with mj,” you try to remind the both of you.

peter considers it for a moment. you two definitely shouldn’t be doing this. the selfish side of his brain takes over then. it’s not like you and mj made it official yet.

“supposed to be doesn’t mean you want to,” he rasps, his thumb moving down to your lower lip. he runs it across. you watch him with hooded eyes. as much as you crave his lips on yours, it wouldn’t be fair to mj. you care about them both.

“what if she’s looking for me?” your voice is just above a whisper. “ned has it covered,” he reassures you. “we’re okay.” we. you really like the way that sounds.

you’re not sure what’s going on with your head or your heart right now. all you know is that you want, no, need peter to kiss you. you’d never forgive yourself if you let the chance pass you by.

“you thought of everything,” you remark, winding one of your arms around his neck. peter’s breath fans over your face. he grabs your waist, you pushing your body flush against his. there isn’t an inch of space between you two. “because i like you, y/n.”

“i like you, too,” you finally admit to yourself and peter. your lips are so close to his they’re ghosting. “but, i also like mj.” his fingers press into your side. “can we worry about that after we kiss?” a grin crosses your face. “good idea.”

peter lets his lips land properly on yours, both of you melting into the kiss. this already feels so right even though it isn’t. he sighs in content and drops a hand down to your hip. you use your hand on his neck to deepen the kiss, your head against the wall.

he pulls you up by your hips, signaling for you to jump. your legs wrap around his middle while he snakes his around your waist again. he’s easily holding you while his lips attack yours.

“shit, you’re so strong,” you giggle into his mouth, an airy laugh escaping him. “think so?” peter kisses over to your cheek. one of your dress straps falls down your shoulder. you leave it. his lips kiss their way back to yours, getting messier with each one. you give him a lazy smile. he pecks your lips one more time, softly.

“you taste like cherry,” peter mumbles, now moving down to your chin. it’s shiny from where your lip gloss smeared. “cherry coke. the one you spilled on me,” you explain with a scoff. he keeps kissing down the center of your neck, his fingers tugging at the end of your dress.

“wonder what else tastes like cherry.” he’s half joking and half serious. actually, more serious. you gasp and tilt your head to the side more. you can feel him smirking while his lips dance across your skin. “peter, i can’t believe you of all people would say that.” “i’m full of surprises,” he hums, sucking a little too hard on one spot.

it’s hot having him take control like this, but this isn’t the time or place for a hickey.

“wait, i don’t want mj to see.” that’s the least of your problems. still, it’s a very big one. it comes right after choosing between which one of your friends you like more. you’re so screwed.

“alright. let’s do something else,” peter suggests, tightening his grip around your waist. he carries you over to liz’s bed. you giggle into his ear and throw your other arm around his neck. he drops you right next to your change of clothes, which you forgot about. they’re the whole reason you’re up here.

there’s a lot to unpack in this situation. you’re in your best friend’s room making out with her crush, while your sort of girlfriend has no fucking clue where you went.

good thing peter and his kisses are here to distract you from it all.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #marvel #spiderman #michelle jones x reader #michelle jones #tom holland x reader

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saturatedboy · 3 years

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Hai! Can i request something can you please do a Donna x gn!reader where donna is a goddess who fell inlove with a cannibal reader ( just love the thought of the reader coming back home with blood still on their mouth and donna would scold them but would find it hot at the same time )

If it's alright ofc

Donna x GN!Reader

-I am more than happy to fill out your request! This was so much fun to write and I really hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it.

-Requests: Open

Trigger Warning: Mentions of cannibalism and blood.

Well, well, well- that was sure an an entertaining fight.

Crouching down, your slightly cherry eyes scanned over the blissful ,now forever sleep, deceased women. Her eyes were left open to become crisp within the open air that casted a spell of arctic weather. Her pale thin lips was slightly agape as she had breathed in her breath of her last. Her dress had became shreds once she was in your grasp, being easily taken down from your weight and height. She looked nothing more than a pile of shredded meat. Although that didn't sound pleasing to a sane mind, you was relishing in the smell of fresh metallic blood. Seeing some of it spill into the snow below had forced a small growl to bubble in your throat. That was good blood wasted, you just had to hope that there was more in her than was spilled. You could've been caught but for now you hadn't. Your animalistic growls had most likely sent a warning towards the village that wasn't even as far as 50 feet away from you and the women.

She had been walking through the gates whilst you had been leaning against them. Back a few moments ago, you were just a normal human. Eating normal food much to your dismay, drinking their berried juice and taking part in their culture towards Mother Miranda. As your eyes gazed over the woman that had walked out, you watched her trip over a rock and smash her knee into the ground. Her soft cries had awoken your true self up. Biting your bottom lip, you looked back at the village and made a choice to follow the woman into the forest, however, her blood was dripping down her leg as she continued her walk, not even getting far away from the village before you had jumped her and clawed her from the back. She had tried to fight back, screaming for someone to help her from your sinful self but you were so caught up in the small smell of blood that you just had to get a taste.

And that is how you had became to straddle the dead woman on the snowy floor. Behind you, you could hear the cheers of shocked children who had heard the woman's cries only to be met with your back faced towards them as you kept her down. At first, the children thought nothing of it. Maybe the woman had been laughing at first but oh no- their innocence would be shattered when they watched you push yourself down so your mouth hovered over her knee. Giving the cut a small kitty lick, you raised your head all the way back and clasp open your jaw, revealing two rows of sharp teeth that had sprouted out from your gums. Saliva had became thick in your mouth, acting as a lubricant so anything that goes into your mouth would easily be swallowed.

Thrusting your head back down, you clamped your jaw around her knee, feeling the pulse of your own heart rate speed up. The distance cries of the children were forgotten by your mind as you clasped shut your eyelids together. Ripping the meat of the woman's leg, you swirled your tongue around it savouring the taste of each second. Swallowing was an easy task for yourself, all you had to do was angle your head fully back so the meat could easily be pushed down your throat and to your stomach. After eating that mouthful, you had went down for another bite, more blood splattering against the ground and your hands as you separated the skin off the bones.

A sudden shot had made you shoot up and look back. There was most of the village watching in horror as you smiled and waved at them. Seeing your blooded state, some men and women had fainted. Mothers had covered their younglings eyes as you flashed and bared your teeth in a teasing manner. The girl at the very front stood with a loaded rifle, pointing it at you with shaky arms. 'No wonder she missed' you thought, being amused at the brave girl who is trying to get revenge on you for murdering her mother.

"Get away from my MOTHER!" She screamed, shooting another shot at you only this time it had pieced your front of the right shoulder. You shrugged and got up, biting the inside of your cheek and tried your best not to whine out in pain. Although in serious pain, your cheeky side was still showing through. Crouching down once again, you dragged the deceased woman from the ground back into the forest with yourself hearing the screaming of the girl more and the villages holding her back telling her to forget about it.

Once far into the snowy forest, you feasted upon the body making sure to leaved just bones. This was the best meal you had ever since you had last feasted which was at least a month ago. Licking your hands clean of the tainted blood, you had threw the bones at a lycan who had came to watch the show. "Maybe next time," You spoke, letting your shark-like teeth sink back into your gums and eyes be glazed over with their neutral colour. Your mind was brought back however after the transformation to the gun-shot wound. Hunching over and grabbing tightly onto your shoulder, you heaved yourself back towards your home that you shared with someone else. You smiled at the though of seeing your lover once again. How mad she would be with you, it just riled you up in a good way. How naughty she could be when she was annoyed or even frustrated and yet just a simple flirt from you would leave her into a stammering mess and forgetting her task on why she was scolding you in the first place.

The manor wasn't too far away from your current spot, maybe another 5 minute walk at most. As you walked, you had tried to experiment by sticking your finger into the gun-shot hole. Never. Again.

After the quick experiment that you had immediately regretted, your eyes went wide as saucers as you looked up ahead and saw the manor looming in the light grey fog. Running and letting you rather long tongue hang from your mouth, you jumped up the steps like a small child and knocked on the door with a fast fist. When you heard movement from within, you stood back and bounced on the heels of your shoes still holding your shot shoulder.

You whine happily as the door opened, revealing a Goddess in your eyes of creativity and masterpieces. "Donna!" You squealed out loud, jumping towards her to hug her only for her to step to the side with a displeased look. You fell inside on your stomach, groaning in pain. The gentle bang on the door had shut it, and the clicking of Lady Beneviento's shoes had forced you to roll onto your back and stare up at the petite woman with a pained grin. "Hey beautiful~" You flirted, sending a wink towards her way. She scoffed with a deep scarlet blush and learned down only to prod at your hand covering your arm.

"Not only have you brought dirt, mud and snow into the home," She said as she forced your hand back away from your shoulder, "You have also gotten yourself hurt. Now c'mon, the quicker you're all fixed up the quicker I can keep a watchful eye on you cannibal." You pouted at her words, being clean wasn't much of your style but if she wanted you to be clean you'll push through your dislikes to impress her.

Pulling yourself off the ground, you followed the Goddess in black to the bathrooms where she had started the shower. She turned back to face you and called for Angie her doll. Soon the doll had swiftly entered the same room with a pout of her own. "Don't make me baby sit them pleaseeee," Angie had cried out, pointing an accusing finger at you. You lightly gasp playfully and pointed back at her,

"Yeah don't leave me in here with her. Ya know she throws toilet paper into the shower-"

"I do not!" She defended, swirling around to stay behind Donna who looked stressed.

"Yes. you. do" You called back, sticking your tongue out. Angie growled and pushed Donna towards you, playfully winking at you. You held Donna in your arms as she tried to wriggle out your grip.

"Let. me gooo," She whined out, twisting left and right and tried to push herself away from you. Angie laughed and called some other of Donna's creations into the bathroom to watch the playful scene. They clapped and jumped about, getting excited at the new game it seemed you and Donna was playing. Forcing Donna to stop squirming, you held her close and leaned your head to rest on her shoulder. "You're going to get blood on me..."

"Oh I know sweetie," A fast reply came from your mouth as you kissed her under her jaw making her gasp slightly at the contact. Her hands bad tightened on your biceps as she shook slightly. You let out a breathy chuckle as you let her go and backed away giving her space. "So, imma get cleaned now," You said whilst walking around the frozen Goddess licking your lips slightly s you got rid to the best of your abilities the dried up blood. However once coming back to reality, Donna huffed and turned to face you about to give you a scolding as she normally did until she saw you licking the blood off your lips.

Walking quickly, she grabbed the cloth that rested in the sink and made her way back to the shower to rinse the cloth under it. After she squeezed and twisted the cloth till all excess water had dripped out, she then followed up to your figure as you were trying to get Angie to point out where you missed licking the blood. Donna had grabbed you by your left shoulder and turned you around to face her briskly. As you turned, you was met with a damp cloth on your lips, the occasional movement of Donna's fingers brushing your cheek as she did so. She moved the cloth in circular motions, staring at your lips as she bit her own gently. You loved her touch, it was so soft and gentle. Being in her arms every now and again was worth any bullet to the shoulder. Once done, she gently took the cloth off your face and let her dainty thumb brush along your bottom lip.

"Get a room you two," Angie said as she watched the whole thing go down. She was sat on the sink edge, holding her head in her hand as she rested her elbow on her knee. She looked half asleep, most likely from working all day or playing with the other puppets. Donna coughed to cover up her embarrassment and took a step back placing her hands neatly folded in front of her.

"I'll be going now, get cleaned please." She left with Angie following her however just as Angie rounded the corner of the door, she popped her head back through and blew a raspberry at you. You laughed and strolled towards the door to shut it. Placing the lock on, you stripped bare and got pumped to go in the shower. You already knew the pain you were going to suffer from this.

The day had turned to night and you were bundled up in the kitchen working over a pot of stew. You had a loose shirt on covering your bandages around your right shoulder. It was a pain to get in the shower, your shoulder had felt like it was on fire and you hated every second of it. However luckily for you, Donna had some ointment for you to use after to be able to have a quicker healing wound. You swatted away the sweat that had slipped down your forehead and went back to stirring the pot. It was your night to cook for your family and for once you weren't going to use human meat like you had before- actually that's how Donna found out that your perfect figure in her eyes was a cannibal. She was shocked at first but got used to the smell of blood that had normally lingered on your lips after a meal outside. Angie on the other hand was enthusiastic at the new claim that you loved eating your own flesh. She kept asking if you were to bite into someone would they become a vampire? Or if when your eyes turned their cherry colour would you see the world in red? So many questions yet boring answers to each one, her words not yours.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist as you continued cooking. You felt a weight lean against your body as you placed the wooden spoon down off to the side. Turning around, you held Donna in your arms. "It smells good," She spoke, keeping her head in your chest. You lightly laughed and pattered her back, using your other hand to hold her head close to you. Slowly you both had started to sway enjoying the warmth of each other.

"It smells good because I cooked it," You smiled at her, chuckling at her reaction which was a raised eye brow and a smug smile.

"Yes, obviously it's because of that," She remarked, letting you go and giving you a short pec on the lips. She backed away from you and turned her attention to the table which was set for two. A candle was lit and flowers in a pot where placed in a vase in the middle. "Where did you get those flowers from?" She asked, turning to look at you with hands on her hips. You sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of your neck, making your own move of going back to stirring the pot of stew.

"Definitely not your garden,"

"...You're lucky I love you dear." The sound of a chair being pulled out made you smile sweetly at yourself with closed eyes.

Yes, you were very lucky to have her.

#donna beneviento #lady donna beneviento #resident evil donna #angie beneviento #angie the doll #resident evil x reader #residentevil8 #x reader #donna x reader #resident evill village #oneshot

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

#dabi #dabi headcanons #touya #touya headcanons #muslim mha #mha headcanons #touya todoroki #mha crack #bnha #mha #bnha dabi #mha dabi #mha toya #bnha touya

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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𖨆. 07 / all for us

summary: it feels as if god is blessing you personally when levi decides to spare you. but as the day goes on, you can’t help but notice things and ask questions, some of which you didn’t ask.

note: why was this chapter so hard to write

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumar

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of drinking and driving, vomiting, mentions of blood, mentions of ocd, the reader is confused

LEVI ackerman knew he wasn't a good person. he knew from the moment he watched his uncle slaughter a man in front of him at the age of eight.

levi knew the moment he killed a man for theft. he knew the moment people would cower before him in highschool when he'd walk through the halls. he knew the moment he was sucking the smoke from a cigarette into his mouth.

he knew the moment he found himself fighting police officers. he knew the moment he was pushed against the hood of a car with his hands cuffed behind his back.

he knew the moment when erwin smith sat down in front of him with no emotion written on his face. the moment when erwin said he knew levi had done it, but he would be defending him either way. the moment when levi disobeyed the oath as he spat out his testimony. the moment the gavel was slammed down along with the verdict of 'not guilty'. the moment he stepped into the sunshine, erwin's hand in his, for the first time in months, knowing damn well he didn't deserve it.

but levi didn't care, he never did. the world he was born into was cruel. he had to fight for his place at the top, for his food, for his clothes, for everything. if no one cared about him, then why should he care for others.

but as he stares down at you trembling from fear on the floor, he can't help but think that he's incorrect.

"please don't hurt me again," you plead in a whisper, tilting your head to the floor.

levi only sighs, walking in and shutting the door behind him. he crouches in front of you, hand now awkwardly stroking your head.

"what happened," he asks, and it's something that comes as a shock to you. you were slightly prepared for a beating.

you snap your head up to look at him in shock.

"what have you got in your hands," he points at the scrapbook held to your chest.

"oh!" you fumble to show him, "i saw this earlier... i wanted to look but i didn't think you'd allowed me. i'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

"i would've let you, i barely look at this thing anymore. can you tell me what happened now," he scoffs at the front cover of the scrapbook.

"when i was going to put it back, a book on the shelf fell. then another book on the top shelf fell off, so i used the lower shelves as a ladder. as you can see, it didn't work," you look ashamed while you gesturing towards the shelf.

he just huffs, "go sit on the couch. we can look through that book after i clean."

you obey and watch levi heft the bookshelf back onto its legs. his fists clench as he looks down at the pile of books surrounding his feet.

hastily, levi's picking up the books by the color and placing them back onto the shelf. when he's finished, he takes a step back to look at it. he's unsatisfied, instead more frustrated as he starts to take all of the books off of the second bookshelf he has.

but in the middle of taking the books off the shelf, he twitches and taps the book against the wood five times. he's putting the books back onto the shelf, going back to the other bookshelf and taking all the books off of that.

you stare in absolute bewilderment. the shelves had looked perfect and identical to you, not to mention clean. as he's in the midst of taking the books off the shelf, he taps the book against the wood again.

and with that, he's placing it all back onto the shelf again. he sighs in relief after he's checked everything, finally trotting to you and plopping down next to you on the loveseat.

nervously, you scoot closer to him in order for you both to be able to see the scrapbook. he watches you flip it open past his baby picture, instead turning to the page that showed his mother feeding him.

"that's my mom, kuchel," he gently rubs his finger on the photograph, "think i was around a year at this point."

humming, you flip to the next page. when you realize it's the picture of levi at his mother's funeral, you try to flip the page but levi stops you.

a sigh, he explains, "my mother always had a very weak immune system, according to my uncle. because of where we lived, we both ended up getting deathly ill and we were too weak to get any help. i had to watch her die and wait for someone to come check up on us."

"i'm assuming it was your uncle," you tilt your head.

"it was. he took me in afterwards, gave me food and a shower. he even taught me how to hold a knife and how to fight for future reference. he had some work to do while i would fight for food."

you point to the one of levi standing in front of a building. to which he replies with, "first day of kindergarten. my mother was still alive back then so she decided to take the picture."

he turns the page for you, a relieved look in his eyes at he stares at the next photograph. it's a picture of levi, in high school, wearing a tux while standing next to another man with a bubbly girl holding onto levi as she holds up a peace sign.

the boy, who's also wearing a tux, has ice blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that obviously hasn't been styled. he's got a gentle smile on his face while he looks at both the girl and levi, someone who levi was obviously fond of.

the girl has dark red hair in low and loose ponytails with freckles painting her tan cheeks. her eyes shine an emerald green along with her pearly white teeth.

"that's... isabel and farlan. met them in 8th grade, and we were at junior prom in this. farlan took me as his date while isabel went stag. i'm glad i still have this picture."

you resist the urge to fight back the joke of his type in men, instead asking, "are you not friends anymore?"

levi stays quiet for a moment, "they died in a horrible car crash a month later. some asshole decided to drink and drive while driving a semi. rear ended them at 45 miles per hour and killed them on impact. isabel was slouching in her seat and farlan was hunched over the wheel apparently. it was gruesome."

"i.... i'm so sorry," you reluctantly touch his arm.

he waves his free hand up and down in dismissal, despite hurt he actually was, "it's fine. happened years ago."

he turns the next page in order to distract himself from the sheer awkwardness that bathes the room. the next picture is of him, around the age of 24, standing in the sunlight while he smiles softly to the sky.

"erwin was my attorney, before he became a prosecutor, when i went to jail. he proved me not guilty and this was the picture he managed to take of me right after we left the courthouse. it was the first time i'd seen the sun without handcuffs on in months," he huffs with slight annoyance at the memory, something that surprises you just a bit.

"why'd you get arrested?"

"nothing you need to worry about," telling you would only make you fear him more. and that would be a pain to deal with.

the next page after is blank, along with the rest that follow.

"i stopped because i thought it was stupid," he crosses his arms, nudging the back of the scrapbook with his knee.

"i don't think it's stupid," you shake your head, fingertips gently tracing the grainy and textured paper.

"why's that?"

"well," you smile a bit while your mind wonders to the scrapbook pieck made you one year for your birthday, "it shows you the good memories that you might've missed as the time passed. reminds you that there's something in every little small day. it helps you keep the memory alive, even if some of it is upsetting, and i think it shows how much you've changed as a person."

levi stares at you, slightly flustered at your words as you relook at the photographs with gentle hands.

he stands up, "i just remembered the tea." ah, a sound excuse. if only levi had made tea.

you watch as he seems to rush out of the room, something you shrug off while gently putting the scrapbook on levi's desk and laying back down on the couch. you play another movie on the television that hangs on the wall, perking up when levi walks back into the room with a tray. it holds finger sandwiches and some lettuce mixed with some fruit in a small bowl along with tea. cracked sunflower seeds sit on a small plate on the side, and you feel yourself droll when you realize at there's cheese, lettuce, and ham on your sandwich.

levi places it on your lap, simply nodding at your kind, "thank you, levi."

he doesn't answer and just goes back to his desk, while you chew quietly.

it stays that way until erwin comes home.

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it isn't until your eyes are fluttering open that you realize you've fallen asleep. you flinch at the sight of erwin's face close to your's, but slowly relax when he pulls away.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think my kiss would wake you," he places a loving hand on your head.

"'s fine, probably needed to get up anyway," you reply groggily while rubbing an eye, "how long have i been asleep for?"

"levi said since a little bit after lunch. it's only three o'clock at the moment," he sits on the edge of the couch, smiling at how you shuffle to accommodate him.

"sandwiches must've been tasty.... did you just get off work," you sigh and snuggle up under the thin blanket that's been laid on top of you while you were sleeping.

erwin lays his large hand on your cheek, which has you tense for just a moment and then relaxing.

"i got off a little while ago but i needed to run errands," a thumb strokes at the apple of your cheek, something that you disgustingly find comfort in.

"where did levi go?"

"went to make himself some tea," he chuckles with a shake of his head, "he claimed that he felt withdrawals."

you shake your head while laughing, "i doubt he said that. how was work?"

"i guess i can say it was adequate. i missed you and levi the whole day, but would often get distracted by my clients and their necessities. i'm dealing with a kidnapping case at the moment. a girl around your age named ymir was recently found by her girlfriend, historia. i can't say anything more," he pulls his hand away from you and uses it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you feel yourself get the chills.

he's.... working on a kidnapping case.

he's prosecuting.... a kidnapper.

he's punishing someone who's doing the same thing as him. someone who took away a girl and kept her trapped for months. god knows what the man did to the girl.

and here you are, letting erwin hold your cheek and looking through an old photo album with levi.

you feel sick to your stomach, shooting up while slapping a hand to your mouth and grabbing at her's shirt.

"i'm gonna throw up," you barely are able to speak without the feeling of your food coming out of your stomach.

startled, erwin stares, "what?"

"can... need a can," you gag and lean over the edge of the couch.

erwin gets up when he realizes just what it is you're asking for, rushing across the room only for you to spill your guts out onto the floor.

it's been forever since you've thrown up, minus when levi kicked your stomach, and it has your whole body shaking. the intensity of it all has your nose dripping with blood and tears falling from your eyes, forcing you to seal your eyes closed.

"what happened here," levi sounds scared as he stands in the doorway, but before erwin can even finish his sentence levi is slamming the door behind him while he storms out.

erwin sighs with frustration, helping you scoot down the couch so he can place the trash can in front of you without the bottom being dirtied. with shaky hands, erwin's pulling all of your hair out of your face while you sob and gag into the trash.

it's ten more minutes before you're able to lay back down. blood and tears stain your face and you dazedly stare up at the ceiling.

"i'll be back with a towel and some water, levi will be back soon with an avalanche of cleaning products," erwin reassurances while he stumbles out of the door.

just as erwin leaves, levi enters. he's got a mask that covers his nose and mouth and rubber gloves that match with his cleaning apron. he's carrying a sponge, some spray, a towel, a broom/dustpan, along with some breath mints.

levi squats on all fours, scrubbing at the floor aggressively as he rides the room of the stench and the stain.

"s... sorry," you croak and levi grimaces.

he ignores you in order to keep scrubbing at the floor just as erwin rushes in with a warm towel and some water. he wipes off your blood, tears, and the mouth to rid you of your vomit. you look at him dazedly as he helps you drink the water he's given you.

levi passes a few breath mints to you when you're done drinking the water, which you eagerly take. you plop them into your mouth, sighing as you rest back against the couch cushions.

"take her to her room," levi orders erwin while spraying the spray onto the floor and couch.

erwin does so in silence, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you on the bed.

"levi won't hurt me will he...? please tell me he won't," you grit your teeth while holding onto erwin's shirt sleeve, tears welling up in your eyes.

"no, he won't. he's just scared," erwin grabs the hand on his sleeve and holds it in his own.

"of what?"

"uncleanliness. a while after he started living with me, i took him to a psychiatrist as i had noticed strange behaviors. he ended up getting diagnosed with ocd, and the psychiatrist thought it had to do with his upbringing in poverty. if things aren't a certain way or clean enough, it causes him to spiral," erwin explains carefully, trying to find the correct words and meanings as he speaks.

"doesn't that... give him more of a reason to hurt me...?" you squeeze his hand tightly and pulling it closer to you in fear.

"it doesn't. why are you insistent at how levi might hurt you," he bunches his eyebrows up in concern while scooting closer to you.

"he's done it so many times before... remember? if i say the wrong thing... i'll get slapped. if i make a mistake, he'll beat me.. i just don't want to hurt anymore," you sob hysterically, bringing your free hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

erwin stares in bewilderment. he hadn't realized just how much levi's beatings effected you. of course, they were supposed to affect you in some way, but not enough where you were terrified of making a wrong move.

"he won't hurt you unless you've deserved it, and you've done nothing in a while. he loves you," erwin stroked his thumb across your skin.

you raise your hand from your eyes to stare at him, heat swarming your face, "he does? he doesn't act like it.."

"of course he loves you," erwin smiles, "i love you as well. we'd never hurt you unless given a reason."

something about his sentence makes your head throb in pain. maybe it was the secret confusion that lingered in your head. they said they loved you, even though they kidnapped you and beat you half to death. but then again, they did provide you with things you'd mentioned to them before in order to keep you happy. they even bought a grand piano for you.

it has your heart speeding up and your body hot, bashfully looking to the side.

you loved them back didn't you? they'd treated you with such care, hadn't they? bathing you, feeding you, dressing you, and even visiting you. anytime they were around you, your heart would speed up and you'd get a weird feeling in your stomach.

that meant love, did it not?

subconsciously, you furrow your eyes and grit your teeth. they didn't love you. they were just crazy.

well, maybe they weren't crazy, maybe just misled. you've yet to learn about erwin's past, but based on the way he acts, you assume that it might be a sensitive topic. that had to be the only logical solution, right?

but if they weren't crazy, they'd let you outside, right?

but then again, the outside world could be dangerous at times. when you went outside last time, you did get scuffed and bruised because of the concrete. maybe they just wanted to protect you? that had to be it.

you open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your door opening and closing has you slamming it shut.

"she's still crying," levi asks while walking closer, frowning at how you grip erwin's hand tighter.

"it's best if i let you and her speak about it," erwin says sadly, letting go of your hand and making his way to the door, "alone."

you gulp as soon as erwin shuts the door behind him, staring at levi anxiously. he plops himself next to your body, just like erwin did before.

"please don't hurt me..."

sighing, he lays himself down next to you and pulls you close to him.

"i'm not going to hurt you," he pulls your head into his chest and wraps his arms around you, "not unless you deserve it."

"but...," you quiver, "you were so angry earlier."

"i wasn't angry. i was just... nervous, i guess. and it wasn't at you, or because of you, it was at the mess."

a silence floods the room as you relax in levi's embrace, heat once again spreading to your cheeks.

"what made you puke? i know lunch wasn't that bad," levi grumbles while rubbing your back, arm slightly stiff.

"erwin... was telling me about his case. the one about the girl getting kidnapped...," you tense up again while levi sighs.

"why would he tell you that? i swear he's gonna end up shooting himself in the foot one day," he shakes his head, "you're not like that girl."

"how so..."

"we did it because we love you, not because we wanted to use your body," he scoffs, "surprised you think of us that lowly."

"n-no! i-i don't," you exclaim.

"i know, i'm just teasing. but don't doubt us like that. we want to love you and care for you, not use you," you trace your finger in a circle at levi's sentence, embarrassment washing over you like a wave.

"you love me?"

"yeah, wouldn't do what i did otherwise."

"i think..." you furrow your eyebrows, unaware of the slightly shocked expression of levi, "i think i love you too..."

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lavendersb · 3 years

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Our Ultimatum

Chapter 1: Charity

Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: Finding yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place, you take a gamble and seek the mercy of the new ruler of Tatooine.

Warnings: Spoilers for S2 Ep8 (It’s set some time after the end credit scene), implied age gap, Boba flirting the entire time, mentions of slavery, gratuitous use of the phrase ‘little one’

This is just an excuse for me to be h*rny over king boba i’m so sorry, the smut will probably be in the next chapter!

Things couldn’t get much worse.

Life had never been easy on Tatooine. With the harsh weather, the hellish wildlife, and the abundance of seedy criminals there wasn’t too much to celebrate on the planet that you had grown up on. You’d always been conscious of the risk of poverty, on this desert world it seemed almost everyone was working off their last credits and thankfully you’d always managed to make yours stretch.

That was until a few cycles, ago when things had taken a turn for the worst.

You see, though the rebellion had brought with it many prosperous outcomes, like the end of the Empire and a half-decent attempt at eradicating slavery, it had also caused a few problems. Tatooine, being the hub of criminal activity that it was had faced a rather thorough clean-up, and the New Republic had pretty much scared away the local bounty hunters guild, taking with it most of the planets custom. Since then raiders seemed to pillage every town on a near weekly basis, leaving you and many others penniless and desperate.

You’d just managed to scrape by, but since losing your job and being evicted from your sorry excuse for a home you’d been faced with a tough decision. One that had lead you on this perilous trek through the desert.

With just the clothes on your back and a small satchel of your few personal belongings, you were headed to Jabba’s Palace, or at least the palace that had once belonged to Jabba the Hutt. Since the death of the Huttese criminal overlord, the Palace had changed hands many times, most recently into the possession of a notorious bounty hunter with a growing monopoly on the criminal underworld. You didn’t know much about this new leader, other than the fact he ran a tight ship, but sadly he might be your only hope.

You’d heard stories of destitute citizens like yourself travelling the Dune Sea to offer their services to the Hutts, a life of slavery in exchange for a roof overhead and a meal every-day. Much more than what most could expect living free. You could only hope that this new leader would be open to the same sort of offers. You’d never thought you’d end up in this situation, but the universe works in mysterious ways.

The palace was a great, monstrous thing towering high above the rocks and dunes surrounding it. You’d once heard it had as many floors underground as it did above, even containing its own exotic animal menagerie. Perhaps you’d soon find out for yourself if that were true.

“What business do you have here?” an armoured guard called out as you approached the doorway to the palace’s main tower.

Adjusting your grip on your satchel, you try to regulate your breathing.

“I’ve come to see Boba Fett,” you announce in what you hope is a determined tone.

The guard seems unconvinced, turning to his partner and laughing beneath his leather helmet. Suddenly you feel very small, and painfully aware of how pitiful you must look right now.

“He’s a busy man,” The guard says, turning back to you “He doesn’t have time to talk to kids like you”

“If I had any other choice, I wouldn’t be here. I’ve come here to offer my services” You snap back, angered by his patronising tone.

The guard bristles, incensed by your little outburst. He shifts his weight and raises his blaster slightly, just enough for you to feel the threat there, but before he can respond his partner interjects.

“Look, sweetheart, this isn’t the place for you. Go back to town and don’t worry yourself with what goes on in here. It’s grizzly business.”

He’s right. You can feel how out of place you are, but right now that just isn’t an option for you. The only thing waiting for you back in Mos Eisley is an empty stomach, your only shot at a future is behind those big metal doors.

Slowly you reach for your pocket, bringing out your last fistful of credits and holding them out in front of you. It’s laughable really, barely enough to buy a bottle of Spotchka and yet it’s all you’ve got to bribe your way in.

“This is all I have left. You can have it if you let me inside”

The guards stare at the pile of credits for a moment, before the first one reaches forward and takes the whole lot.

“Fine. If you’re so sure it’s what you want” he snaps, motioning for his other (and arguably nicer) partner to let you in.

The guard opens a small door behind him, ushering you through ahead of him. You try to ignore the look of pity he gives you as you step past him.

You emerge into a large, cavernous hall dimly lit with warm lights that hang suspended from wires of various lengths from the ceiling. Distantly you can hear the sound of many people talking and laughing, perhaps some music too. In the centre of the room, a wide descending staircase leads to the lower levels, curving off to the left and into the darkness. It sounds like that’s where all the noise is coming from.

The guard nudges your shoulder softly, gesturing towards the stairs.

You descend into what might be the busiest, loudest room you’ve ever been in. Filled with all sorts of species conversing loudly in groups all over the room, underscored by music that emanates from somewhere you can’t see. It’s dimly lit with a low ceiling that makes it feel like the room is about to collapse in on you, and the gravity of your situation slowly starts to dawn on you.

The guards were right, this Boba Fett really is busy, and you know you don’t belong here.

“He’s up there. Say what you need to say and try not to get me into trouble” the guard says, before stepping back against the wall and out of sight.

You look to where he had pointed, and instantly your blood runs cold. At the back of the room, sat on a raised dais and surrounded by the fiercest looking soldiers you’ve ever seen is the man you’ve come here for. He sits sprawled across a large stone chair- no, throne in his green Mandalorian armour that seems almost black in the low light. He has his face turned towards a woman beside him, her dark hair plaited tightly on her head as she nods along to what he says.

As though she has felt your stare she looks up. Saying something you can’t quite make out, she refocuses the armoured mans attention to you, and now, even from the other side of the room you burn something fierce under their combined gaze.

Boba Fett readjusts himself on the throne, spreading his legs just a fraction wider in a way that is both devastatingly inviting and frighteningly dangerous. He tilts his head, and you take this as your cue to step forward, weaving through the crowd until you reach the space before the dais.

“Are you lost, little one?”

Oh dear.

His voice rings out clear despite the noise around you. His pitch is low and measured, and pierces right into you. For a moment he’s rendered you useless, until you remember he asked you a question.

“No,” you respond in a voice you hope is as clear as his.

He huffs out an amused laugh and tilts his helmet. A few of the soldiers that surround him have turned their attention to your conversation as well.

“Forgive me. It’s not very often I get to see pretty things like you down here. As you can see I move in very specific circles” He gestures with his fingers, and you follow where he points.

Not that you needed to. You’ve been well aware from the minute you set foot down here that you don’t blend in with the numerous bounty hunters and criminals that fill the palace.

“But it seems you’ve come here with a purpose. What can I help you with?” Boba says, leaning forward slightly.

Right, you’ve practiced this. You had plenty of time whilst walking the desert to plan what you were going to say, and now as you face Boba Fett in all his imposing majesty, you’re infinitely glad you did. You probably couldn’t voice an original thought right now even if you tried, not with the nerves coursing through you under Boba’s unwavering gaze. You take a slight breath, ready to begin your well-rehearsed spiel.

“I have nothing. No money, no food. I’ve heard the stories about the people who came here looking to work in exchange for shelter- “

“You mean the slaves?” The dark-haired woman interrupts, throwing you off your rhythm and forcing the words to die on your tongue.

“Well… yes” you say, barely above a whisper.

“How dare you?” Hisses a zabrak bounty hunter that’s been lurking beside the throne “comparing our actions to that of the Hutts?”

The zabrak jumps down from the raised stone plinth, stalking towards you and causing you to shrink away. You’ve barely opened your mouth and already you’ve managed to ruin things. Honestly, you wish the ground would swallow you up.

“That’s enough, I’ve taken no offence” Boba warns, and the zabrak eases off slightly “but you should know we don’t do that here. Strangely enough there is some semblance of morality among us”

“I’m sorry” you offer lamely, hoping to repair some of the damage done in this conversation.

Boba studies you from beneath his visor for a moment, before offering out his hand to you.

“Come here” he asks, and not wanting to cause any more offence, you comply

Tentatively you step forward, eyeing the leering zabrak cautiously before taking Boba’s hand. Your hand fits neatly into the leather of his gloved palm, and he easily helps you up onto the dais to stand directly before him. Boba inspects your face again.

“You look tired, little one. Did you walk across the Dune Sea?” You faintly notice he hasn’t released your hand yet, still clasping it gently in his. You nod, not trusting your words just yet. Boba makes a quiet sound of sympathy that makes your heart flutter, much to your horror.

“And where did you walk from? Where’s home to you?”

His voice has dropped so it’s barely a whisper, a conversation just for the two of you alone.

“I don’t have a home.”

Boba doesn’t respond right away, instead reaching up to thumb the threadbare and sandy material of your tunic. He does so for a moment, seemingly lost in his thoughts before snapping his head up to face you.

“You must be tired. Follow my friend here, she’ll take you somewhere you can rest,” Boba points to the dark-haired woman beside him “Her name is Fennec.”

Shocked by his response, you can only babble out a strangled little “thank you” before Fennec promptly takes you by the arm and starts leading you away. As she ushers you into the crowd again, you turn one last time to meet Boba’s visor. He gives you a nod before you disappear into a hallway.

“I’ll admit you’ve got courage coming all the way here” Fennec says as she leads you along “most people choose come by speeder, the Dune Sea is a dangerous place”

“Well, I didn’t have many other options” you say, taking in the hallways you pass through, trying to commit them to memory.

“So it seems,” she responds, before turning to face you.

“You know if you really want to work for us we could probably sort something out. We can try and find you a job that’s safe and out of the way”

You’ve stopped outside a door, and the woman quickly presses a few buttons on the keypad to open it. Inside you catch a glimpse of a room, its fairly plain but still much nicer than anything you’ve ever had before. The bed looks divine, and you can’t wait to burrow under the covers and rest.

“I’d like that” you respond with a grateful smile; glad your little insult earlier hadn’t ruined all your chances here.

“I’ll see what I can do. There’s a refresher in there. You should wash, and I’ll find you something clean to wear. Rest as long as you need.”

Thanking Fennec you head inside, dropping your bag at the foot of the bed and reaching out to feel the sheets. They’re soft to the touch, but the sand that coats your body in a fine layer falls onto it, ruining the silky texture. Stepping back you begin to strip from your clothes, unwinding the binding that seals the cuffs of your sleeves and trousers. They’re supposed to keep the sand from getting under your clothes and irritating your skin, but in their threadbare condition the bindings haven’t done their job. When you shake out your trousers, half of the Dune Sea seems to fall out of them.

The shower amazes you. It’s a decent size with strong water pressure and it takes you a few moments to figure out how to change the temperature. You take your time under the water, enjoying how relaxing it is compared to the sonic showers you had used your whole life. When you’re sure you’ve washed away all the sand on your body, you wrap yourself in one of the soft towels and pad back to the main bedroom.

Someone had left a set of new clothes for you on the bed, a simple grey tunic and loose-fitting trousers, socks, underwear, and over by the door a soft looking pair of shoes. As you change you vaguely register your growing hunger but thinking of the soft sheets and just how tired you are, you decide that’s something you’ll fix after your nap.

As you lie under the covers in silence, you can just about make out the distant sound of chatter from the throne room. If you concentrate hard enough, you think you can hear Boba, his voice cutting through the noise as he calls out words you can’t make out.

It’s plaguing your thoughts. The kindness he showed you and the feel of his hand holding yours. The way his gaze pierced you even from behind his dark visor. This bounty hunter king was not at all what you expected him to be, but funnily enough you weren’t too mad about that.

You wake to a series of short knocks to the door.

“Hello?” you call out blearily, trying to regain your senses as you switch on the bedside lamp.

The door slides open to reveal Fennec. She steps inside, leaving the guard she brought with her in the hall and smiles at your groggy state.

“Seems you slept well” she quips.

“Yes, thank you,” you say, reaching up self-consciously to fix your hair.

“Boba wants to talk. Get yourself ready and follow the guard, he’ll take you to him” Fennec says.

The prospect of speaking to Boba again sent your mind into a frenzy. Your brief conversation earlier had left you dumbstruck, his measured tone and focused interest in you effecting your brain in an almost embarrassing way. How were you supposed to pull yourself through an entire discussion with him?

Fennec leaves you to get ready. You do your best to calm your hair, splash some water on your face, and slip on your new shoes, and as the guard leads you through the palace hallways, you work on trying to steady your nerves.

The room you’re led to is empty. It has the same stone walls and floors as the rest of the palace, and windows in the ceiling illuminate the sizeable stone table that sits at its centre. The table is set for one, with a decent amount of food and a large bottle of spotchka. You’re quickly reminded of your hunger but don’t dare take even the smallest piece of food without permission.

“You gonna eat that food or just stare at it little one?”

Boba’s voice makes you jump. Spinning around you see him standing in the doorway, hands resting on his belt as he watches you. You can’t quite manage to make your mouth work, and in the absence of a response Boba steps forward, walking past you to take a seat at the table.

“Come on then.” He points to the chair in front of the plate of food.

He doesn’t need to offer again. Even if Boba has rendered your brain useless, your stomach is still fully aware of its need for food, and you waste no time getting stuck into the meal offered to you. Boba chuckles softly at the speed at which you eat.

“Spotchka?” He lifts the bottle of glowing blue liquid.

With your mouth full, you shake your head. Boba nods and pours himself a glass instead.

You’re so preoccupied with your food that you nearly miss when the bounty hunter lowers his head and removes his helmet to drink. Suddenly your food is a lot less interesting, now your undivided attention belongs to the face of the man opposite you.

He’s older than you, that was no surprise, and handsome too in a hardened, grizzly way. The scars, however, that wrap around his handsome face have certainly piqued your interest. Of course it makes sense for a bounty hunter to have a few scars, but scars of that severity must have a particular story behind them.

“I’m not the nicest to look at, am I?” Boba quips without looking up at you. His tone is light, thankfully not offended by your staring.

“No!” You say, before you can stop yourself “Wait no…I mean… I think you’re very nice to look at”

Wow, how eloquent.

Boba seems to find your flustered state very amusing, laughing lowly as he looks at you over the rim of his glass.

“Well thank you, and I’ll be sure to thank the sarlacc for not maiming all of my face”

A sarlacc? Well that certainly explains the scarring, but how could anyone survive a sarlacc pit? It seems that the more you learn about this bounty hunter king, the more questions you’re faced with. Your face must give away your thoughts, as just when you open your mouth to question him he pipes up again.

“You’re an open book little one, I’ll tell you about it some other time. Now though, I want to talk about you” He says, placing down his spotchka.

You tell him nearly all of your life story, from your name to your rather precarious financial situation and Boba listens diligently despite your babbling. By the time you’ve finished explaining to him the decision you had made to come to the palace, Boba has sat back in his chair, studying you.

“I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality so far, its far more than I deserve after the way I spoke to you earlier,” You conclude, but Boba wave his hand in dismissal.

“It’s hardly an issue, your courage and honesty endeared me to you” he says, “but I want to do one thing more for you,”

“Yes?” you prompt softly.

“I’m going to take you up on your offer. I’ll give you work, and you can stay here at the palace, but I will be paying you a salary.” He lets the offer hang in the air. You’re too shocked to respond, this is much more than you thought you’d be given.

“You’d be free to leave our employment at any time, and you can stay in the palace for as little or as long as you want. I want you to understand you won’t be a slave here, you’ll always have your own autonomy,” He elaborates.

This is certainly not what you expected from such a hardened figure. It seemed almost comical for the leader of the criminal underworld to be offering you, a nobody, this level of charity. It baffled you.

“I- thank you,” you respond, mouth numb with shock and unable to fully articulate yourself.

Boba downs the last of his spotchka before fixing his helmet and rising.

“You’re very welcome. Finish your food, little one. We’ll find you some work in the morning.” Boba turns to exit, leaving you alone at the table with your mind running a mile a minute to process your new situation. Jumping up from your chair, you go to stop him before he leaves.

“Wait,” you say, reaching out to grab his arm. He turns back to face you quickly, and for a moment you worry that you’ve overstepped a boundary by laying hands on him. When the scolding you’re anticipating doesn’t come, you continue.

“I don’t understand, why help me like this?”

Boba cocks his head.

“Why would I not?” He says simply.

“You could have just accepted my original proposition or sent me away.”

“Do you want me to send you away?” Boba quips. Leaning towards you, you can almost hear his teasing grin behind his visor.

“No,” you respond.

“Must a man always have a reason for his ways?” He reaches out to smooth the collar of your tunic, letting his fingers skim across your collar bone.

For some reason you’re not entirely convinced by his answer, but the feeling of his touch does a remarkable job at diverting your attention. His fingers follow the tunic’s neckline, stopping when he reaches the lowest point of the shallow v neck. He lingers there for a second before raising his hand to tap your chin with the back of his curled forefinger and let out an amused little huff at your dumbstruck expression.

“I’ll see you soon, little one.”

#i swear there's smut coming #on god #the only way i'm coping with my emotions after the finale is by lusting after boba #boba may be lovely and sweet to the reader in this chapter #but he fucks mean and he aint gonna let yall forget that #boba fett x reader #my writing #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #boba fett #star wars #boba fett imagine #nstf

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Hate to Date Ch.8 | Brittana

A/N - These next two chapters are probably some of the more difficult ones I've written so far for this story so be gentle LOL. Also, I've noticed readers saying in their reviews lately that these weekly updates are like waiting for a new episode of a fav tv show and I love that. One of the things I miss about Glee or whatever show I’m obsessed with is having something to look forward to each week so I'm really happy this story offers you all that kind of comfort! Hopefully I can keep it up 💙

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When Saturday rolls around, Santana putters around the apartment attempting to busy herself with meaningless tasks – anything that’ll keep her from anxiously watching the clock. She lounges in her sweatpants and a tank top all day, switching from vegging out on the couch to catching up on some coursework, but it gets harder for her to resist the urge to check the time the later it gets.

No matter what she does, no matter the many distractions she tries piling on – she can’t help but cave.

She can’t help but think about Brittany.

When Puck gets home a little later from hanging out with a couple guys from his team, he finds Santana close to falling asleep on the couch. He takes in the lazy clothes she wears, the messy hair, the sea of snacks that surrounds her and lifts a brow.

“What’s this?”

“What’s it look like?” Santana snarks.

“It looks like you’ve just gone through a rough break up.”

Santana shoots him a look, “I’m clearly having a lazy day.”

He glances from her to the tv screen and back to her again, “Is that what you call it?”

“Yeah,” Santana replies and averts her eyes as she tugs on her blanket. “You can either join or scram.”

Puck rolls his eyes and reaches for the remote. When the screen shuts off, Santana lets out a huff but Puck only crosses his arms.

“What the hell?” She snaps. “I was watching that!”

“So?” Puck challenges.

“So turn it back on.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll kick your ass.”

Puck barks out a laugh, “I’d like to see you try. Go ahead.”

Santana doesn’t move, “I don’t have the energy for this.”

“You’re so damn frustrating,” Puck shakes his head.

The comment makes Santana falter a little; it makes her think about Brittany again, it makes her think about how she let her down, it makes her think about how it made her feel to watch the blonde run away.

But Brittany isn’t here, it’s Puck and Santana knows he doesn’t scare off too easily.

“Just leave me alone,” Santana grumbles.

Of course, Puck doesn’t.

“Are you seriously not going tonight?”

Santana clenches her jaw as the anxious feeling returns. It didn’t take much but she’s wavering and she knows it. Puck probably knows it too or else he wouldn’t be here pressing her buttons still.

“I told you I can’t go,” She tells him defiantly. “I’d only ruin her night. She doesn’t need that, no one does. It’s better if I stay here.”

“Bullshit,” Puck disputes. “You don’t know that.”

Santana stays quiet, she can feel her foundation cracking.

“I do know that,” She says. “You saw how pissed she was when she left. I’d just make things worse if I go.”

Puck sighs tiredly, “Why do you always do that?”

“What?”

“That,” Puck tries to explain. “It’s just like high school – you’re taking yourself out of the game before you even play it.”

That strikes a nerve with Santana, “That’s not what happened and you know it. This is so much different.”

“You gave up then,” Puck tells her. “And you’re giving up now. Why? I don’t know. This should be way easier for you. There’s no scholarship on the line or this big scary secret you need to help hide. You’re not even in love with the girl this time but here you are sitting on the damn bench.”

Santana shrinks back. She doesn’t want to talk about the past, she doesn’t want it mixing in with her present so she deflects, “Can you stop with the ridiculous sports metaphors?”

“No. Now get your ass up,” Puck huffs as he pulls off the blanket Santana covers herself with.

“Goddamn it, Puckerman! Cut the shit!”

“You first, Lopez!”

This time, Santana rises to her feet. She faces Puck head on and glares. Her fists are tight and her chest aches with rage and something else, something she’s tried so many times to push away.

“You know what you have to do,” Puck says. “Stop with the excuses and just go do it already. Quit being a little punk about it.”

“I’m not being a punk,” Santana grumbles.

Puck laughs as he waves his hand at her mess, “All this because Britt finally called you out on your shit? Come on, you’re better than that.”

Santana tenses her jaw again but Puck only softens as he puts his heavy hands on her shoulders, going into total pep talk mode. Santana tries to squirm away, but Puck steadies her like always.

No one would ever expect that this guy, the one with a ratty mohawk, could be the voice of reason for Santana but he’s never failed her before. Just like her, he doesn’t back down. He sticks by her even when she’s being a stubborn dumbass and if anyone needs someone in their life like that it’s Santana.

“I know you,” He says solemnly. “Going to this thing tonight is a piece of cake, all you have to do is quit selling yourself short and go.”

Santana’s shoulders drop even further as Puck continues.

“Prove yourself wrong and kill it,” He says. “You owe it to yourself and you owe it to Brittany.”

There’s an uneasiness still but Santana can’t lie and say Puck’s words didn’t ignite something within her. It goes without saying that his words have had an impact. She bats off his hands and glances at the time, frowning when she sees how late it has gotten.

“I don’t think I can make it in time,” Santana says. “I can’t get ready in forty minutes. My hair alone takes at least an hour.”

“Well what’s that saying?” Puck questions. “Better late than never?”

Santana sighs through a small smile, “I mean, I do like to make an entrance.”

Puck smirks, “Then you better get going.”

Santana’s used to walking into parties like she owns the place, but she finds herself struggling as she approaches the entrance of the Brainiacs’ Ball. She stares up at the prominent steps flanked by solid columns and has never felt so small in all her life. She’s way out of her comfort zone, but she takes the first step anyway.

Slowly, she puts one foot in front of the other. She can feel the low thrum of the bass from the music inside before she can actually hear it. At least that’s something she’s a little more familiar with and with that in mind, she continues her journey.

Maybe Puck was right? This is a piece of cake!

When she reaches the top and looks back, she finds Puck still waiting at the bottom of the stairs watching on like a proud soccer mom. He catcalls at her loudly and it causes the last of the guests making their way inside to stare.

Santana scrunches her face and waves him away, not wanting to be embarrassed by how he sticks out like a sore thumb in his ripped jeans and jersey. He gets the message though and gives her one last round of thumbs up before heading off.

Though she tries to play it off like she can’t stand his dorkiness, she’s thankful for that little bit of extra support and finds enough courage to walk into the building with her head held high.

She might not feel like she owns the place right now, but that’ll change by the end of the night!

Santana knew it was a black tie affair, but she really didn’t expect such extravagance.

There’s a great crystal chandelier hanging from above casting iridescent shadows across the lobby, spotless marbled floors speckled with flecks of gold, the ruby red carpet leading the way into the grand hall where guests dressed to kill mingle with champagne flutes in their hands.

All that’s missing are the annoying paparazzi and the blinding flashes from their cameras and she’d feel like she was at some gaudy Hollywood party.

It’s like she just walked into one of the parties Maribel’s firm throws for holidays and she so wasn’t expecting that. Although she’s been to many of those, she still feels a little out of place as she makes her way through the double doors.

“Good evening,” The doorman greets politely before extending a gloved had to the party. “Welcome to the Brainiacs’ Ball.”

Santana smiles in return and heads in. She tries to keep an eye out for Brittany all while trying to wrap her head around the fact that all of this is in celebration of a handful of academic decathlon clubs.

Who the hell knew they got down like this? Even their DJ has great music playing! Santana’s so surprised, almost distractingly so but then she spots a familiar someone in the crowd.

Brittany

There’s a sudden sense of relief but it’s soon replaced with a frown as Santana finds that the girl isn’t alone. She’s with some tall guy; Santana can’t really see that far to tell who it is or if she knows him. All she knows is that Brittany is standing with him and she’s laughing.

He’s making her laugh.

Santana’s frown deepens before she squints her eyes, trying to get a better look at the guy. Like the others here, he’s dressed to the nines in a dashing suit with his black hair slicked back.

Okay, whatever – he can clean up well. Santana can too! But the important question is, what’s he doing with Brittany?

She ducks behind a vase of flowers, peering through the gaps in the leaves so Brittany doesn’t spot her. She only briefly thinks about how ridiculous she must look before other guests unknowingly happen to block her view.

Frustrated, she tries ducking and dodging them but even in her stilettos she’s just too short. She’ll need to get closer if she wants to see what this guy’s deal is, but as she makes her way over she can’t help but think: did Brittany really replace her?

Surely not, that would definitely raise suspicion. She wouldn’t do that.

Would she?

Suddenly, a waiter dressed formally in a suit and tie steps in Santana’s path. There’s a silver tray full of champagne flutes atop his hand and he looks to Santana expectantly.

“Champagne?”

Santana takes one last look at Brittany and that guy and goes for a glass.

“Yeah, sure.” She takes one and downs it in two gulps.

The waiter raises his brows in awe and quickly goes to turn away, but Santana stops him.

“Hold up,” She says and puts down her empty glass in favor of taking two more. She smiles sweetly at him in thanks before getting her game face on. She finds herself thinking about what Puck said before and starts to fill with confidence – no more sitting on the sidelines for her!

Santana saunters over to Brittany with determination in her eyes.

It’s go time.

“There you are!” Santana greets cheerfully as she reaches Brittany with a champagne flute in each hand. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Brittany stops mid-sentence, her face pale as if she’s just seen a ghost.

“You’re here.”

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss it,” Santana replies as she hands her the spare flute before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. She looks up at pretty blue eyes and adds, “I know how important this night is for you.”

Brittany blinks, it’s like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. Santana thinks she’s off to a good start so far – naturally – and sizes up the guy Brittany was talking to before she came over.

“And who are you?” She asks with a slight bite to her tone as she wraps her arm around Brittany’s waist.

He falters as he looks back and forth between her and Brittany, “I’m Mike.”

Santana lifts her brow challengingly, but Brittany steps in to add.

“He’s a friend of mine.”

Santana continues to stare at the guy, “Friend.”

“Yeah,” Brittany glances at her with slight confusion but it quickly disappears as she slips into character too. “I was just telling him you weren’t feeling too good and that you probably wouldn’t make it tonight.”

“Right,” Santana replies. Her smile turns devilish, “Well I appreciate the concern but I’m all better now, Mike.”

He looks a little nervous but nods, “That’s good to hear.”

“Mhmm,” Santana brings her glass to her lips. She maintains eye contact with him while she threads her fingers with Brittany’s and sips her champagne slowly.

“Well Britt, I’m gonna go,” He says hesitantly to Brittany before jutting a thumb over his shoulder. “I want to make sure we grab a good seat. I’ll see you over at the table.”

“Okay cool,” Brittany smiles. “See you there.”

“It was nice finally meeting you, Santana,” Mike says kindly to the brunette before disappearing into the crowd.

Santana watches him go as she takes another sip. This Mike character really changed up his tune once Santana was around – all nice and polite. He wasn’t fooling her though! Trying to steal her fake girlfriend, not today!

“He’s gone,” Brittany says gruffly. “You can let go of my hand now.”

“Oh sorry,” Santana pulls away and glances in the direction Mike went. “So he’s attractive…what’s he doing at a place like this?”

Brittany doesn’t even smile, “You know not everyone with a brain looks like Steve Urkel.”

Santana doesn’t notice Brittany’s dismissive tone as she looks around. She’s still mind blown by the atmosphere and the people and everything.

“Clearly,” She replies. “I mean, did you see that man’s jawline? I’m a lesbian, but I can still admire a good looking – “

“What are you doing here, Santana?”

Brittany’s curt tone pulls Santana right back to the other day where they sat together at her tiny dining table and she watched as Brittany grew more and more disappointed in her. There’s a hardness to her, an annoyance, that doesn’t go unnoticed. It makes Santana shrink back, that confidence before taking a big hit, but she stands her ground – even if Brittany makes her feel shaken.

“I’m here to be your arm candy,” Santana says in return – attempting to make this exchange lighthearted.

Brittany’s not having it though as she says bitterly, “I don’t need it.”

“Sure you do.”

“No,” Brittany admonishes. “I don’t so you can leave now.”

Santana slips up out of frustration, “Are you really going to make this difficult for me?”

That sets Brittany off once again, the bitterness intensifying.

“Seriously? You did not just ask me that. After everything you said the other night, after the way you just put your foot down and refused to budge? You want to talk to me about being difficult?” Brittany lets out a dry laugh, “You’ve got some nerve.”

Santana cringes as she takes a subtle look around to make sure no one notices them arguing, but no one pays them any mind. It’s a relief, but it doesn’t offer Santana much comfort with the way Brittany’s still glaring at her.

She was a little prepared for the backlash, she just wasn’t sure how bad Brittany’s words would sting. She isn’t used to the harshness in Brittany’s tone and she kind of hates that she’s the reason for it.

Still, she pushes forward. She’s determined to fix this, no matter how hard Brittany fights her.

“Okay,” Santana’s voice is meek. “So that was a poor choice of words... ”

“You think?” Brittany replies, her tone thick with sarcasm.

Santana’s instincts have her wanting to retreat. She has clearly messed up big time and everything in her is telling her to just listen to Brittany and leave – yet her feet don’t move.

Maybe she’s hardheaded, maybe she’s too damn stubborn for her own good; whatever it is, she continues to stand her ground.

“I’m here now,” Santana says earnestly. “That has to count for something?”

Brittany shakes her head, “It doesn’t.”

Santana lets out a laugh out of aggravation. Who knew the girl could be just as stubborn as her? Talk about grudges, no wonder no one ever gets on Brittany’s bad side! It’s damn near impossible to get off of it! But Santana’s made proving she can be there for Brittany her new mission so she’s not going anywhere just yet.

“What do you want me to do?” Santana asks dejectedly. “Get on my hands and knees? Beg for your forgiveness?”

“Save your breath,” Brittany replies briskly as she sets down her glass. “I don’t want to be here with someone that would rather be elsewhere and I’m tired of trying to force you to care.”

That one surprisingly hurts a little more than Santana expected, but it doesn’t top the feeling that quickly follows as she watches Brittany begin to turn her back on her.

“Brittany,” Santana finds herself calling out. When the blonde doesn’t stop, Santana calls out to her again. “Britt – “

“No,” Brittany pauses as she looks over her shoulder at Santana. “You were right. You’d just ruin my night. Go home, Santana.”

It’s another blow to the chest as the blonde turns to walk away again. Only this time, Santana kicks into gear. She’s got something to prove and she’s not leaving until she does! She quickly sets down her glass too and reaches out, catching Brittany by the wrist before she gets too far.

“Can you just wait?” Santana pleads.

“What?” Brittany snaps back.

Santana softens as she tucks her tail between her legs, “I’m sorry.”

Brittany looks a little taken aback by the relaxing of her tensed jaw, but it only last for a moment as she looks down at Santana’s hand still around her wrist.

“Okay, great,” Brittany says sarcastically. “Now let me go.”

Brittany doesn’t wait for Santana to loosen her grip and instead shakes Santana off of her. The brunette doesn’t try reaching for her again, but she does take a step closer.

“Hold on,” Santana urges again. “I’m not finished.”

Brittany pauses, taking a wary look back her. Santana can see that she’s wearing her down, but who knows how long it’ll last. There’s no reason for Brittany to give her another chance after having so many, so she has to make this count.

“I thought about what you said,” Santana tells her. “Like I really, really thought about it and I think you might be right.”

Brittany remains looking indifferent and that makes Santana nervous, but she continues on.

“You’re right about this being one sided. You’re right about you putting in most of the work and doing things that benefit me,” Santana says. “You’re right about it all – minus one thing.”

Brittany quirks her brow, “What’s that?”

“I’m not selfish.”

“No?” Brittany scoffs. “Then you must not know the meaning of the word because your past actions would say otherwise.”

Santana sighs, “Yeah, I know but I guess that’s why I’m here…to prove that you’re wrong.”

Brittany softens in the slightest as she listens.

“I haven’t been fair to you,” Santana explains. “You always go above and beyond. I mean, you climbed through a window for me and you’re learning Spanish to get on Abuela’s good side! Like what the hell? Who does that?” Santana pauses when she realizes she’s veering from her point.

“I know I’m still not on your level when it comes to doing the most,” She continues. “But I figured it’s only fair that I do something that I normally wouldn’t just to show you that all you do isn’t for nothing. By coming here tonight, I’m trying to return the favor. This is my metaphorical window and I want to climb through it for you.”

Santana pauses when she realizes how lame she sounds, but maybe this huge fuck up calls for a little lameness. Maybe a lot; whatever works at this point!

Brittany watches Santana for a moment as if she’s trying to decide whether or not Santana’s words have any weight to them. It isn’t the first time she’s said she’d do better, so it’s no surprise Brittany isn’t as quick to accept her apology.

“I don’t really know if I believe you,” She finally says. Her tone has lost most of its bite but Santana knows she’s not in the clear just yet.

“That’s fine,” Santana replies. She stands a little taller, puffs out her chest and says, “I’ll just have to spend all night trying to convince you. You want a perfect fake girlfriend? Well Britt-Britt, you’ve got one.”

There’s the slightest hint of a smile that graces Brittany’s lips and it makes the dimming beacon of hope in Santana begin to shine a little brighter.

“That is,” Santana adds. “If you want me to. I know this night is important for you. I can go if that’s what you really want.”

She bats her eyelashes for the extra touch – because if after all of that Brittany still makes her leave…well that would just be embarrassing. Surprisingly though, it makes Brittany’s smile grow. Santana can tell she’s fighting to keep it small, fighting to keep from giving in, and she takes that as a personal victory.

“You can stay,” Brittany says after making Santana wait a little longer.

Santana beams, “Okay gre – ”

“For now.”

“Okay,” Santana’s grin softens. “I can handle that.”

“I don’t want to fight with you here,” Brittany tells her firmly. “I only want to have a good time and if you try to mess that up then you’re out of here.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Santana replies.

Brittany holds out her pinky, “Promise?”

Santana eyes her skeptically, “Are you trying to make me pinky promise? What are we twelve?”

“It’s a yes or no question,” Brittany replies flatly – still holding out her pinky.

“Promise,” Santana sighs and curls her pinky around Brittany’s.

Satisfied, Brittany nods and pulls away. While Santana chuckles, she looks over to the direction Mike left.

“So I guess you can go ahead and tell Hot Stuff over there that he doesn’t need to be coming around here anymore too.”

That pulls a genuine laugh out of Brittany who can’t help but smirk at Santana’s comment.

“Shocking; you’re the jealous type.”

Santana lifts her brow, “I’m not. I’m just saying – his assistance as interim date is no longer required if I’m here.”

“I said you can stay for now. I can change my mind at any time.”

Santana’s shoulders droop as she’s once again put back in her place. Brittany notices and smirks.

“He has a date already,” Brittany continues. “His girlfriend. You know her. Tina?”

Santana’s jaw drops a little, “No shit, really?”

“Yeah, they’ve been together for awhile now.”

“Wow, I had no idea. Well good,” Santana lifts her chin. “He can carry his fine ass on over to her and stay there then.”

“You’re really hung up on how people can be both smart and hot,” Brittany points out with a laugh. “Like you and I aren’t also examples of that being a thing.”

“Hold up,” Santana starts to smirk. “Did you just say I’m hot?”

Brittany rolls her eyes, “I mean, you do look nice.”

Santana frowns, “Just nice?”

Brittany eyes her up and down slowly before shrugging, “Yeah, nice. I’m actually surprised you didn’t wear one of your stripper dresses. Guess you won’t be making it rain tonight.”

Santana lets out a laugh. She’s glad Brittany’s back to bantering with her instead of the heavy intensity from before. Maybe they’re not completely back on good terms, but at least it’s better than what it was.

“We’ll see. Those moves are for later,” Santana winks jokingly before giving her compliments. “You clean up pretty good too. I like what you’ve done with your hair. It’s cute.”

Brittany gets a little bashful as she fluffs her softly tussled hair, “Thanks.”

Santana only nods, “Now where’s this elusive open bar I’ve heard so much about? I needs me something other than champagne.”

“Ah, so that’s the real reason you’re here,” Brittany quips.

Santana feels like Brittany’s testing her although her tone remains playful.

“Yeah, but I’m mostly here for you,” Santana replies super sweetly. “I mean, how can I say no to an open bar? I am a broke college student after all.”

Brittany chuckles, “I see your priorities are straight.”

“It’s the only straight thing about me,” Santana jokes before hooking her arm with Brittany’s.

After getting their drinks, the couple roam around the room arm in arm. It’s mostly to keep up appearances; a way to make up for Santana arriving late and to show that Brittany really isn’t here all alone.

She’s surprised by how many come up to greet them – well, greet Brittany. Santana guesses the blonde really is a big deal here after all and everyone happily chats away with her. Who can blame them though? Brittany’s probably the friendliest person Santana knows.

They bump into Mike and Tina again near the giant owl ice sculpture while they make their rounds – because yeah, of course this party has one of those – but the conversation is kept brief with Tina trying to get in as many interviews with everyone before dinner.

Mike tags along after her with a proud smile on his face as he offers to hold her drink and for a second Santana kind of feels a little guilty about having her claws out when they first met. He seems kind, happy to be alongside Tina and Santana finds herself wondering if people get that vibe when she’s with Brittany.

While Santana and Brittany linger by the ice sculpture, Santana notices a small group of people that look a lot like the guys from Brittany’s team. At least the one in the center of it all is for sure. They stick out to her because they’re probably some of the lasts who haven’t come to greet Brittany which seems odd considering she’s their teammate.

Wouldn’t they have been the first to see her? Maybe Santana missed that part since she arrived late, then again judging by how they seemed to shun her at the match they probably haven’t come to say hi on purpose.

Santana quietly watches them though as Brittany chats with another guest about robotics or whatever nerdy talk that goes completely over Santana’s head. She notices how they all gravitate to the one guy in the center and it’s like they hang on his every word. They laugh when he does, they nod when he nods – they’re puppets and he’s the puppet master.

Santana doesn’t realize she’s pulling a face until Brittany bumps her with her elbow.

“Quit it,” Brittany chastises. “People can see you.”

“My bad,” Santana fixes her face and gestures over to the group. “He’s on your team, right? The one in the dusty grandpa sweater.”

Brittany glances in the direction and nods.

Santana wrinkles her nose, “He seems like a tool.”

“He’s not,” Brittany’s quick to defend before softening. “Not really.”

Santana doesn’t looked convinced so Brittany adds.

“He’s a pretty big deal to this community. People say he has one of the most gifted minds in our generation.”

Santana picks up on Brittany’s tone, but she can’t tell whether it’s envy or something entirely different. She knows one thing is for sure though.

“People say that about you too,” Santana tells her honestly. “The whole gifted mind thing.”

Brittany shakes her head and looks to the ground, “No they don’t.”

Her dismissiveness confuses Santana. She’s never not seen Brittany confident in how intelligent she actually is. If there’s one thing Santana knows the blonde is sure about, it’s her smarts. They argue about it all the time! That’s the very foundation of their rivalry, but apparently here that’s not the case.

“Word about his work has travelled all the way to MIT,” Brittany adds. “It’s so impressive.”

“And yet, he never went there. You did,” Santana reminds her as she continues to stare down the guy. She glances to Brittany again skeptically, “Or is he a transfer too?”

“He’s not. But I’m sure he would’ve gotten in easy. His work is…it’s legendary.”

Santana watches Brittany, trying to figure her out. It sounds a lot like admiration rather than envy, but why? How great can this guy possibly be if he has Brittany doubting herself?

“I didn’t know you were such a fan,” Santana comments.

“I just admire him is all,” Brittany says, confirming Santana’s thoughts.

Santana still doesn’t get it though and frowns around the word, “Admire…”

The both of them watch the man chat with the others silently for two very different reasons. The longer Santana stares, the more she kind of wants to punch him. He just has a very punchable face she supposes, especially when he laughs louder than anyone else in the room.

The sound makes Santana grit her teeth while it has the opposite effect on Brittany.

“He’s kind of cute too,” The blonde admits.

“Cute?” Santana raises both brows and laughs. “We looking at the same guy?”

Brittany shrugs, “He’s cute in that boy next door kind of way.”

“Seriously?” Santana snickers. “That Mike guy was kind of cute. Him? He ain’t it.”

Brittany suddenly hardens, “Well it doesn’t matter what you think. Does it?”

Santana’s taken aback.

“It’s not always about looks,” Brittany further chastises. “There’s more to people than that.”

Santana keeps quiet and nods, not wanting to piss Brittany off again. Afterall, her presence is completely dependent on whether or not Brittany wants her around. She can revoke the privilege at any second and Santana would hate to be kicked to the curb because she once again can’t keep her opinions to herself.

“What’d you say his name was again?” She asks a moment later.

“Artie.”

Suddenly something clicks. She remembers the conversation she had with Brittany’s parents at Brittany’s last match and the comment about someone named Artie.

“So that’s who your parents were talking about,” Santana hums.

“Wait what?” Brittany whirls on her. “I’ve mentioned him like twice. What’d they say?”

Santana shrugs, “They said dating me is an upgrade.”

Brittany gives her a look and slumps, “They didn’t say that.”

“No, but it’s true.”

“They clearly don’t know you well enough.”

Santana cringes, “Hey, I’m trying. At least I’m not a tool like that guy.”

“Debatable.”

“Rude.”

They settle into silence again. Santana goes from scanning the crowd to glancing Brittany’s way. She notices how the blonde continues to gravitate towards Artie too, just like one of his puppets. Santana finds it so odd and the curiosity begins to get the better of her.

“So what’s your deal with him?” She asks. “He an ex I need to worry about?”

“No. It’s nothing like that,” Brittany replies.

Santana doesn’t believe that for a second though.

“I sense a story.”

“There isn’t one,” Brittany says with a shrug. “We were friends and now, I don’t know what we are. Things got weird after I was asked to join the robotics team and he wasn’t. We used to study all the time together, but after that happened he kind of kept me at a distance.”

Santana struggles to mask the disdain she has for this guy. He really is a tool if that’s how he acts. But she fights the urge to speak on it, sensing Brittany still has some kind of connection with him.

“Do you like him or something?” Santana wonders.

Brittany shrugs again, “It’s complicated. We’ve got history I guess.”

Santana nods; she can oddly relate to that.

“You know, he was the first friend I made here?” Brittany smiles at the memory. “I was so freaking nervous – you know, new campus and all. I spent extra time trying to get my bearings the day before but I still ended up getting lost on my first day. Artie was the one who took the time to show me around.”

Santana quirks a brow at that, but notices Brittany’s melancholy even more.

“Don’t tell Tina that,” Santana tries to joke. “We’ll have some conflicting stories.”

When Brittany barely gives her a smile, Santana tries again.

“I thought Puck was the one who showed you around?” Santana asks. “That’s how you guys became friends?”

“He was, but Artie was the first.”

“Huh,” Santana glances at the guy and laughs. “He must not have done a very good job then if you still ended up getting lost.”

This time there’s a small that graces Brittany’s lips, but it’s not nearly as big and bright as Santana’s used to. She’ll just have to try harder.

“He also introduced me to the Brainiacs,” Brittany tells her. “It was pretty cool of him. When I was at MIT, it was hard to get into any clubs. Everyone was kind of cliquey, so it was nice to see that things were different here. Everyone on the team was super accepting at first.”

“At first?” Santana questions.

“Yeah,” Brittany starts to frown. “When I first joined, the team was mostly girls and they were really great – super smart and so lovely – but they graduated last year. Now the dynamic’s changed a lot because of all the new people who seem to worship Artie. That’s probably part of the reason for his ego boost.”

Santana turns up her nose at that, but Brittany’s quick to return to the positives.

“But when it’s just us, he’s not so bad. He really looked out for me when I first came to Columbia. He introduced me to the Brainiacs and recommended me for the tutoring gig,” Brittany tells her. “We used to work together all the time until I got into this fake relationship with you.”

“Sorry not sorry,” Santana quips, but Brittany doesn’t really laugh at that. So Santana softens, a little intrigued by Brittany’s past, “So after all that time spent together, nothing ever happened between you two?”

“No,” Brittany replies. “I don’t think it ever would anyway.”

“Because you’re taken or…”

Brittany sighs at the joke, “Like I said, things got weird after I joined the robotics team. It was like the first time I did something for myself without his help or recommendation and I guess it rubbed him the wrong way?”

“You’re friends, aren’t you?” Santana questions. “Why would he feel some type of way about you branching out?”

“I don’t know,” Brittany shrugs. “Maybe I’m looking too much into things? Maybe he really doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

Santana shakes her head and stares at Artie again, “Well it looks like on top of being a tool, he’s an idiot too.”

Then almost as if he was summoned, Artie looks their way.

Santana finds herself straightening up, trying to stand taller, trying to seem more intimidating, but it doesn’t look like it deters the guy as he begins his journey over.

“Brittany,” Artie greets with a nod. “Hi.”

Brittany smiles, “Hey Artie.”

He then looks to Santana and gives her a curious look full of judgement. It has Santana clenching her teeth, trying her hardest to maintain character when all she wants to do is roll the guy into the giant owl ice sculpture.

“Who’s this?” He asks Brittany as if Santana can’t hear.

Santana breaks slightly and scoffs, “You know how I am.”

Artie raises his brow and looks expectantly to Brittany.

“This is my girlfriend, Santana,” Brittany introduces. “I’ve mentioned her to you before.”

“Right,” Artie looks to Santana again. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

Santana stares back challengingly, “I bet your hear that a lot.”

Artie sits back in his chair with this smug look on his face, “Funny. She’s funny.”

“It’s one of my many top notch qualities,” Santana fires back before looking to Brittany. Her arm goes around her waist, “Ain’t that right, babe?”

It takes a moment for Brittany to play along, but then she’s smiling and melting into Santana’s side, “Yeah. Totally.”

Artie only eyes the two though, out of suspicion or jealousy – Santana’s unsure. She’s hoping for the latter, because it seems like no one’s ever put him in his place before. Santana’s just the girl for the job!

“So do you think the team is going to get the top spot, Artie?” Brittany asks, trying to keep things light. “It was a lot of close matches this year, I hope our percentage is enough to pull us through.”

Artie shakes his head, almost like he’s disappointed. “I don’t know. Several of those matches shouldn’t have been that close. You really should’ve spent more time studying.”

Santana’s brows rise, but she remains quiet – looking to Brittany to see her reaction. To her surprise, the blonde looks just as remorseful.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I was having an off day.”

“I think you had a lot of those,” Artie quips. “Too busy with the robotics team maybe?”

Santana scoffs, “Is he joking?”

But Brittany doesn’t say anything so Santana keeps quiet too.

“Some competitors take a little while to warm up,” Artie continues. “You just aren’t a seasoned contender like I am. You know I hold the record for fastest buzz in during my rookie season?”

“I know.”

“No one’s come close to beating it,” Artie flaunts. “We might’ve made state if you didn’t botch the science round during the last match. Maybe I should’ve taken the turn instead.”

Brittany nods and Santana can tell she’s trying to take his criticism constructively – only problem is that it’s not constructive at all. It’s completely condescending and uncalled for.

“Hold up, no,” Santana finds herself interrupting which seems to surprise the pair. “Brittany killed it during the finals or whatever you call it. She was buzzing in when no one else on your little team was. Not even you knew those answers, so what I think you need to be doing is thanking her.”

“For what?” Artie challenges.

“For carrying the team obviously. No way you would’ve gotten far if it wasn’t for her.”

Brittany looks a little shocked by the way Santana stands up for her, but Santana barely notices – too busy willing Artie to step out of line again.

And he does, with an arrogant laugh, he brushes Santana off.

“But the time it took her to buzz in is what we lose points for,” Artie explains. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand how academic decathlons work. They’re not like your cheerleading competitions, we actually have to use our brains.”

“Artie,” Brittany chastises but he’s unfazed.

Meanwhile Santana’s eyes are wide with surprise. The nerve, the audacity – it’s unbelievable!

“I’m sorry,” Santana starts to lean forward, getting down on his level. “Are you jealous that you can’t possibly possess both brains and brawn?”

Artie shifts in his chair and tries to evade Santana’s eye, but she’s so close now that he can’t avoid her.

“Or do you feel threatened by it?” Santana presses. “Threatened because this cheerleader’s GPA is something you’ve only dreamt of having and I didn’t have to waste away in a musty old library to get it? Tell me, Wheels, who was it again that was on track to be valedictorian until Brittany came along because I don’t remember seeing your name anywhere on the list.”

Artie’s face goes a little red that time; out of embarrassment or anger, Santana doesn’t care. All she cares about is making sure that he knows he isn’t shit and there’s no way he’ll talk to Brittany like that while she’s around.

There’s only one person in the world that can pick on Brittany and that’s her.

“The keyword is was,” He retorts.

“The keyword is you’re a prick,” Santana bites back just as fiercely.

“Okay,” Brittany cuts in. She gives Santana a little tug until she can curl an arm around her waist, “I think that’s enough of that.”

Artie continues to look shaken, but he does his best to mask it. Trying to be as macho as he can while in that turtleneck sweater he must’ve stolen from his grandfather’s closet. Safe to say it doesn’t fool Santana one bit.

“Well, I can see why you like her, Britt,” Artie comments with a glance in Santana’s direction. “She’s fiery.”

“She’s also this close to going all Lima He– “

“Santana,” Brittany scolds again.

There’s a pleading look in her eye that has Santana softening. She remembers what Brittany said earlier about tonight being fun and not wanting to fight, so Santana let’s Brittany pull her back. She settles, but it feels like it’s only the calm before the storm.

Artie notices too and puts on a smug grin, “Come to think of it, I have heard your name floating around on campus. Santana Lopez; the girl can’t be tied down to save her life.”

“Well Brittany’s changed that,” Santana quips. “Hasn’t she?”

“Hmm,” Artie nods but the stare he gives her is almost analytical. “It’s not really a pairing I would’ve pictured considering your history.” He then looks to Brittany and frowns, “I’m pretty sure you once told me that she couldn’t possibly have any redeeming qualities.”

Santana tries looking unfazed, but she can’t lie and say that comment didn’t sting. One look at Brittany and she can sense the guilt, but she keeps it hidden from Artie. Santana can’t hold it against Brittany though if she did say something like that about her, there’s been many times she’s complained about the blonde to Puck too.

But that was before they got to know each other, that was before they had to work together to emulate this perfect couple.

“Looks like I was wrong about that,” Brittany replies behind a smile that’s directed at Santana. She squeezes a little at the brunette’s waist, “Who would’ve known, opposites really do attract?”

Santana chuckles, remembering saying something similar during a conversation with Tina months ago.

“It sure took me by surprise,” Santana adds before glancing to Artie. “Guess I have some pretty redeeming qualities after all.”

Artie hums again with this contemplative look on his face, but he doesn’t rock the boat any further. He just nods and says, “Well this was fun. I guess I’ll leave you two to enjoy the Ball.”

Santana sneers at him while Brittany bids him goodbye.

“Oh. By the way Britt,” Artie pauses and glances back. “You look really great.”

Santana raises a brow at the compliment.

She wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but there’s the slightest little smirk on his dumb face as he says it and it has Santana feeling hot. Even if Brittany isn’t her actual girlfriend, what the hell? Who compliments another person’s date right in front of them? It seems as though Artie knows exactly what he’s doing, but given her promise to Brittany she’ll bite her tongue – for now.

While Brittany ducks her head in thanks, Santana stays quiet – waiting until Artie is out of sight before she can finally let down her guard and say what’s really on her mind.

#hate to date #brittana #brittana fanfiction #enemies to lovers #fake dating au

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Double Trouble

Kang Hyewon & Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

11613 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, mommy kink

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Darkness falls upon another day in Seoul. Today in particular was very stressful: hours wasted being stuck in meetings, signing/organizing piles of papers on your desk that blocked your view of the outside world, and a boss who was seemingly never happy with whatever you did, even if done following their specifications. You were happy to finally be at home in your bed, relaxing.

Just then, a phone on the nightstand dings. The bright screen comes to life showing a new email has been received. You reach for it, easily able to unlock the phone with a simple flick of your thumb.

Good evening Ms. Kang,

Please look over the files I have sent you for tomorrow’s meeting. It is crucial our investors are impressed with the pitch of topics we have planned in order for us to receive bonus funding. You are also in charge of meeting minutes. Get a good night’s rest and I’ll see you in the morning.

Regards,

Kwon Eunbi, IZ*ONE Company Senior Chief of Marketing

You let out a deep sigh. The company you are working for had some major projects lined up, it really was crucial that the investors be impressed with the fiscal year sales pitch. For the past month, you and your coworkers have been pulling almost 12 hour shifts all 5 business days. Everyone in your department was determined to make it a success, but morale was slowly dwindling from the ridiculous workload and high expectations set by Chief Kwon.

"Who is it, babe?” your coworker Kang Hyewon asks you as she releases your saliva covered cock from her mouth with a loud pop. Your eyes momentarily break away from the phone, seeing her stroke you with her delicate hand while sticking her tongue out to give your balls quick, repeated licks. Her tongue running along your scrotum tickled, you had to compose yourself before answering.

“Boss wants you to go over the materials for tomorrow’s big meeting. She says you’re in charge of meeting minutes too”

Hyewon plants more wet kisses on your balls, a thin string of saliva connecting them both whenever she pulled away. She giggles at the sight, slicing through it with her finger before continuing on with her task. Her nose brushes along the base of your shaft while doing so.

“Tell that busty vixen I’m too busy sucking your dick to read her stupid proposals right now” Hyewon finally replies as she strokes your cock. You end up replying to your boss with her phone by using one of the automated responses. Hyewon opens her mouth again once more and engulfs your shaft. You groan, spreading your legs and running your hands through her freshly dyed chestnut hair. Her saliva dripped down onto your silk bedsheets, staining the fresh set you had placed this morning.

Kang Hyewon and you started at the company pretty much at the same time. The application process was fierce: 96 applicants applied for 2 open positions. The two vacant spots were for a 13 member marketing division. When you both first started, others around you referred to you both as the awkward, quiet new recruits. With time, everyone got to know both of your personalities through company retreats and other personal gatherings. Hyewon became your drinking and karaoke partner, through the combination of sheer dumb luck and your other coworkers pairing off before you had a chance to ask anyone else.

Nowadays, you and Hyewon were no longer rookies. Two years have passed since then. The past few projects have proven to be successful with the general public. The higher ups in corporate are hoping tomorrow’s investor meeting further propels the momentum your division earned and establishes the company as one of the most profitable in Seoul.

Your professional working relationship soon changed one random weeknight last year. Everyone else on your floor had gone home for the night, leaving only you and Hyewon. The cleaning lady was running the vacuum through the carpet, politely asking if you two could leave for a little bit and that it shouldn’t take long. Frustrated and not wanting to be at work any longer, Hyewon goes to you and says it would be best to call it a night. You agree, tiring yourself out only for the workload to increase in the morning wouldn’t produce good results. After wishing the cleaning lady a goodnight, you both get into your car and head to a destination Hyewon inputs in the car’s navigation system. Arriving at the restaurant was the last thing you remember: a blur of grilled meat, soju bombs and clothes flashes through your head until you are woken up by the sun’s rays burning your face, signaling morning has come.

You rub your eyes, wiping off the crust that has built up and place your hand on your head. It was still pounding from the large amounts of alcohol you consumed. You gather what little excuse of strength you have left, only to find yourself being pulled back down. Uncovering your blanket, you discover Hyewon's naked body cuddling you.

"Hyewon, wake up" you say, shaking her shoulder.

"Mmm, it's so early. Let's sleep in babe, it's the weekend" she replies, nuzzling her face on your chest.

Hyewon's eyes immediately open after she realizes what she just said. She screams, covering up her body with the blanket.

And so began your physical relationship with Hyewon. At first it was purely physical, no emotions - just sex. Over time however, something changed between you two. Hyewon would spend the night more and you'd wake up to the delightful smells of her cooking breakfast in her panties and your dress shirts. The two of you would take turns alternating which person's house to stay at. You would also carpool to the company together, with mainly you driving as Hyewon loathed it. This raised a bit of suspicion and gossip from coworkers on your floor as well as the various other departments, but it was honestly more curiosity than being nosy. Hyewon would sneak in kisses with you whenever she could, mainly in the staircases or employee outdoor relaxation area. While you were both strictly professional in the workplace, Hyewon would occasionally have a slip of the tongue and call you babe or oppa when trying to get your attention for something. She would look around to see if anyone noticed, but thankfully everyone would be focused on their work. You would give each other finger hearts discreetly. Sometimes, Hyewon would ask you to look over a file she was about to hand to Chief Kwon. Upon opening it, you find she has placed various colored sticky notes telling you where to meet her. Most of these brief rendezvous would consist of making out or Hyewon satisfying her cravings for your dick.

"Babe, you know I can't say that. Plus that she devil already hates me enough as it is" you reply after the automated message is sent. After closing the email app you smile, seeing Hyewon's home screen background: an adorable selfie of the two of you during an outing to see the cherry blossoms bloom. You were grinning holding the phone while Hyewon kisses you on the cheek.

Hyewon licked your shaft from base to tip, impatient you weren't giving her all of your attention. How she was sucking your tip was different than usual: she usually took her time to lick, suck and lather you with passion but it seemed like she wanted to blow off some steam tonight. You didn't mind, it was a nice change of pace from the usual good girl act she put on at work. Trying to ease her irritation, you grab onto her left cheek and pull it softly.

"Please keep sucking, Hyewon" She giggles at your request and nods.

"I'm telling you, that bitch needs to get some dick. Then she won't be so shrill and high maintenance all the time" She says, kissing your tip with such passion before engulfing you in her mouth once more.

Hyewon was a different person in the bedroom. Sometimes, it felt like she had an insatiable libido. During your first few intimate encounters, she wanted to do it anywhere and everywhere. She would completely drain you. She loved talking dirty and was sassy whenever you brought up work conversations that include other females while she was pleasuring you. A rough pounding was usually all it took for her to forget why she would be annoyed at you.

Seeing that you returned her phone on the nightstand, Hyewon let out a very cute squeal of excitement before spitting on your cock. She generously applied it all over, licking up your precum leaking from your slit. You couldn't contain your moans, the loud volume of it being heard from how good she was making you feel.

"That feels so good" you groaned, both hands gripping Hyewon's head. You let her still be in control, as her tongue made waves on your frenulum. Hyewon's technique and talent for giving head became refined over time. She knew the exact anatomy of your penis, where to suck and lick to get the most pleasure drawn out of you. Hyewon has made you blow your load quickly several times before, but usually relished in the fact that she had full control over you whenever she wanted to tease.

Tonight was definitely one of those nights she wanted you to burst quickly. Probably to prepare you for the rest of the evening. Hyewon loved playing with your tip just as much as she loved deepthroating. It wasn't out of the norm for her to spend long periods of time licking every square inch, she would ask her nail lady to give her a few more inches on her nails so she could scratch your tip and balls to tease you.

"You're not as loud as usual" Hyewon states, releasing you from her mouth with another sexy pop. She gives several long lips along your shaft.

"Sorry Hyewon, I'm just really nervous about tomorrow. Chief Kwon will never let us hear the end of it if things go wrong"

"Awh babe. Don't worry, I'll take extra good care of you" Hyewon's encouraging words betray her naughty actions as she strokes you in an aggressive jackhammer like motion with her hand. Loud squelchy sounds accompanied the action, it always sounded so satisfying to you. "You feel so hard in my hand, but even better inside me”

Hyewon strokes your throbbing shaft several more times before getting up and spreading her legs, holding onto your cock as she aligns it with her lips. You both groan as your tip enters her. Inch by inch enters her agonizingly slow until she is fully impaled on you. No matter how many times you’ve entered her, Hyewon was always painfully tight.

"We have the whole night ahead of us. I'm gonna ride this dick until you empty everything inside me. I won’t be satisfied if I don’t feel sore tomorrow”

The dreaded morning has arrived. You wake up before the alarms, gently removing Hyewon's arm from your body as you got out of bed and went to the balcony. You breathe in the fine dust and sigh, another stressful day awaited you. Turning down Hyewon's invitation to go another round in the shower, you sip on a freshly brewed cup of coffee, scrolling through your phone looking at the day's news.

"What're you looking at?" You turn your head slightly to see Hyewon looking at your phone. Her body was wrapped neatly by a towel, showing off the slightest hint of cleavage. She used another towel to dry off her hair. It took everything in you not to fuck her.

"Just the most beautiful woman in the world" you reply, smiling sweetly at her.

"Ugh, stop babe. You're lucky I like you" she pretends to vomit, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before pushing your face away.

After the early morning rush hour bumper to bumper traffic that also had Hyewon yelling at various drivers loudly even though the windows weren't open, you two finally arrive at the company. The two of you scan your ID tags before approaching the elevator. Hyewon wore a very professional outfit today - different from her usual short skirts and body hugging barely buttoned tops that she preferred. Though she did in fact end up wearing a tight fitting top, she complimented it with a matching pair of red colored slacks and blazer, ending the outfit with white heels. Hyewon twirled her neatly brushed let down chestnut brown hair with her finger as she began telling you an embarrassing story of how she used her friend's iPad as a tablemat for a meal. The elevator finally dings, signaling it has now reached the lobby from whatever floor it was previously at. Upon entering, you find that you had the lift all to yourselves. Pressing the button for the 12th floor, Hyewon tiptoes and gives you a quick kiss as the elevator doors begin to close.

"Wait! Please wait!"

The voice causes you two to break the kiss as you pressed the door open button. A hand squirms its way through similar to a zombie film, startling Hyewon slightly. As the door opens you both see who it belongs to.

“Ms. Kang, Oppa. Ohayo" the woman says in a very obvious Japanese accent.

Miyawaki Sakura, the social butterfly of your department. She was one of three members who were reassigned from the Japanese branch. Hailing from the Kagoshima prefecture, she was instantly popular among the various departments in the company. While most of the initial talk was about how attractive she is, many found her even more appealing since she was an avid gamer. After having a short bob haircut for the longest time, Sakura finally let her hair grow out. As if she needed a reason to be even more beautiful.

You both bow to her.

"I take it you spent the night at oppa's, Ms. Kang?” She asks Hyewon.

"How did you know?" She replies, flustered.

“Well, you have the same tie and bag from yesterday" Sakura says, her eyes looking down at Hyewon's designer handbag.

Sakura was the only person who knew of your relationship with Hyewon after finding out by accident. Hyewon dragged you into what she thought was an empty restroom, not knowing Sakura was in the stall next to yours. After hearing everything you two did, you were greeted by her mischievous grin the moment you opened the stall door. She promised to keep it a secret, granted you send her a video of yourselves for her... research as she called it.

“Oppa, I’m sure you didn’t forget my request?” Sakura cheekily says to you.

“Yes, Sakura. Hyewon and I recorded last night’s session… I still find it weird you want to watch a video of us having sex” you sigh, shaking your head at her.

“It’s two good looking people fucking, what’s not to like?”

Answering your prayers the elevator finally dings, indicating you have finally reached the 12th floor. The three of you get out and enter the main conference room. You’ve grown to hate this place having spent more time here than in your actual home. The bright sunlight from the room’s full sized windows shine through, eliminating the need for the overhead lights to be on.

“Oppa!”

You look around to see the owner of the voice and find Ahn Yujin waving her hand frantically to get your attention. She is one of the youngest members of the department joining at least a year before you and Hyewon. You considered her as a little sister, getting her snacks and drinks to cheer her up or listening whenever she needed to vent. Yujin was extremely positive and energetic, you realized you never saw her without a smile on her face.

“Goodmorning, Yujin. Ready for today’s meeting?” You ask her as she hands you, Sakura and Hyewon each a cup of coffee.

“Of course! We’re gonna crush it” She replies, raising a fist to show she is determined before asking you for a fist bump. You take the open seat next to her while Hyewon and Sakura sit across from you both.

Most people in other departments were jealous that you were the only male in an all female department. Most of them asked if you slept with anyone, even before your unofficial relationship with Hyewon. What they don’t realize is how boring it is to not have another male to talk to. Yes, you do work with attractive women but once they get together and have their girl talk you sit there, unable to follow along.

The door opens once more and two extremely tall men enter the room along with a smaller statured woman. Chief Kwon has finally entered with the investors. Everyone else in the room stands up and bows. Once the men take their places, Chief Kwon sits at the front seat, you and Hyewon on either side of her.

“Let’s get this meeting started, shall we?” Chief Kwon was pure business from the very beginning. Her outfit was similar to what Hyewon would usually wear: a skirt that was a bit too short you thought for the chief of marketing, a black blazer that seemed one size over and a simple tucked in white blouse with black accents. Her hair was tied into a lazily made ponytail. As she leaned over to read the notes on her clipboard, you noticed her breasts were firmly resting on the table. The lanyard of her ID was being pushed forward because of this. Both men and women talked about her body: The men being usual perverts who talked about her tits or ass and how they wanted to sleep with her, the women more so the same but out of envy since many believed it was unreal how Chief Kwon was very fit yet it seemed like no bra could contain her chest.

“Ever since Director Ahn Joonyoung’s rigging scandal to overcharge consumers on the products we sell, our company took a very large hit financially. However, we have been able to win back the general public through community outreach and environmentally friend PSA’s. So far, responses have been good. But we have to do more if we want to secure IZ*ONE’s status as a top company”

As you stare at her chest and wonder how genetics were able to create such a wonderful specimen, Chief Kwon’s next words immediately grab your attention.

“Ms. Kang, why don’t you and your partner explain to everyone what you and your team have come up with” She says sternly.

You and Hyewon slowly stand up, Chief Kwon’s eyes never breaking contact with yours as you both nervously reach the front of the screen. With deep breaths, you click the pointer and begin the presentation.

“As Chief Kwon has mentioned, the company took a major hit when it was revealed to the public that Director Ahn had overcharged consumers and possessed a hidden slush fund he planned on using when moving over to Dreamcatcher Company” you begin. “Our stocks nosedived and we were in the red for several months. But once more information was released, the general response was supportive and empathetic about our situation”

“Ms. Miyawaki’s proposals about community outreach and informative PSA videos were essential in turning public perception around. Although the company was losing a lot of money, donating our time to help the less fortunate and raising awareness to certain topics made us appear more human to consumers” Hyewon continues.

“It’s safe to say we should continue with community service and the PSA videos. They’ve proven to be effective and by continuing it, we won’t been seen as having done it just to earn sympathy. Which brings us to our the future of IZ*ONE company”

Throughout the meeting, Chief Kwon’s expression remains the same: blank. She taps her pen on the clipboard, seemingly unimpressed with whatever you and Hyewon were saying. The investors on the other hand, gave you both their undivided attention. They occasionally whisper to one other during the presentation.

The presentation finally ends after what feels like a year. Upon reaching the end, everyone claps at you and Hyewon. Everyone, except Chief Kwon. She was the first to leave the room immediately after the presentation ends. You and Hyewon give each other a warm smile, relief washing over the two of you. After the two of you exchange pleasantries with the investors, you see Sakura and Yujin approaching.

“Unnie, oppa that was amazing! The investors were so impressed with you two!” Yujin beams.

“Goodjob, oppa” Sakura says as she fist bumps you. “As expected of the department couple"

Hyewon hits Sakura on the shoulder playfully, blushing slightly.

"Why don't the four of us get lunch? I want to try the new cafe that opened up" Yujin jumps up and down in excitement.

As everyone files out of the room for lunch, you softly grab onto Hyewon's wrist.

"Why don't you guys go ahead? I need to talk to Ms. Kang about something, alone" you say.

"Oh I get it... a "personal" talk. Have fun, you two" Sakura says as she winks at you both. "Make sure you don't pull out" she whispers in your ear. Your body shivers at her words.

"What are they going to talk about?" Yujin curiously asks as Sakura links arms with her and they leave the room.

Now only you and Hyewon remained. She approaches the closed door and locks it.

"Babe, we have to be quick. The room's going to be used again in an hour" Hyewon says as she approaches you, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Stop, Hyewon. That wasn't a code for sex, I really do want to talk to you alone" you reply, removing her hands from your chest.

Ms. Kang, your hair is so pretty today

"Oh... What did you say? You have my attention" Hyewon's tone reflects the mood in the room, serious. She grabs your hand and you both sit where she and Sakura were during the meeting.

"There's something that's been on my mind for awhile now. What exactly are we? Are we dating or not? Am I your boyfriend?" You manage to say, nervousness heard in your voice.

"So many questions at once. Why the sudden interest though? You've never brought it up before" she says as she takes your hand in hers.

"What we have going is great. It's just... I need to know. Where you and I stand, what exactly is all this. I can't let this continue until we address things. What am I to you?"

"Babe" Hyewon replies, rubbing your hand gently with her thumb. "I'll admit, after the first time we slept together I wanted to keep things casual. We'd be each other's booty call and nothing more. After a few months though, I began to miss you. Whenever I came home from work, I realized I had no one to go home to. You were always so sweet whenever you stayed over, cleaning the apartment or taking care of me even though we were both so tired from work. Usually, you and I would have sex and then one of us would leave the other's place after it was over. But that one time I told you I was too tired to go home, I was lying. I wanted to cuddle with you and experience how it feels to spend time with the person you love"

Hyewon places her other hand on yours before continuing. "Luckily that week I would be spending four days at your place. Since we hadn't started carpooling together, I was able to have overnight bags in the trunk. I kinda didn't ask for your permission if I could leave things in your house. Sorry about that by the way. Anyways, after awhile I had enough stuff in your house that it felt like we were living together. You got used to me staying over and cooking you breakfast. I know I'm not the greatest cook, but I'm thankful you pretended to like it for me. That time I got to spend the whole week at your place was amazing. Even if several of the days consisted of us being lazy and spending the entire day in bed, I felt truly in love. What I'm trying to say is, I never really brought up asking if we were official because to me, we are. You've always been my boyfriend. My drooling, stinky butt boyfriend. I love you" Hyewon poured her heart out. You were unable to say anything, choosing instead to pull her into a hug.

"I love you too my 4D princess"

Hyewon hits your shoulder softly as she tiptoes to give you a kiss. You lean down and smile at her, puffing her cheeks together as she pouts. You both laugh as you exit the conference room.

"Hopefully the others are still having lunch. I'm starving" Hyewon says as you two are approaching the elevator.

"Oppa! Unnie! There you guys are!" You feel a tap on your shoulder as you see a young girl smiling when you both turn around.

"Hi, Wonyoung. You're back from lunch so early! What's up?" You reply.

"Chief Kwon said she wants to see you in her office"

"Did she say why?" You asked.

"Nope. You know how she is, she just asked me where you were and that she wants you to report to her office as soon as possible"

You sigh heavily, rubbing the back of your head.

"Have a good lunch with the girls. Tell them something came up when they ask where I am" you say to Hyewon.

She nods, squeezing your hand as the elevator doors open. "Be careful" she says, nodding to you and Wonyoung before the doors close. You give her a somewhat reassuring smile to calm her nerves. The last thing she sees is Wonyoung asking you how the both of you are doing.

You knock timidly on the large black doors.

“Come in”

Chief Kwon’s office was large enough that a person would be able to live in it. As you approach the black couches near the door, you see her hard at work, reviewing a stack of files on her desk. Her office was very minimalistic, with only the most essential office items and her various awards hanging on the walls. Her table proved to be an even better support for her breasts, the image of them still in your mind from this morning’s meeting.

“Do you know why I called you in here?”

“N-no, boss. I’m afraid I don’t”

“You see, it’s time for our annual mid year evaluation. To see if the work you do facilitates the need to implement increases in pay grades” Chief Kwon says. “And I plan on doing a thorough evaluation on you”

“I’m sorry?”

“Have a girlfriend? Wife?”

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question to ask me at work, boss” you reply.

“Kim Minji. 26 years old. Born in Daejeon. Current President of Dreamcatcher Company” Chief Kwon says as she brings her clipboard and begins reading off it. She sits on the sofa across you and continues.

“Son Seungwan. Also 26 years old. Director of SM Entertainment’s Red Velvet Division. An old flame of yours from your days in Canada, first girlfriend I’m assuming? After graduating college and returning to Korea you would eventually date one of her company’s singers”

“That being Miss Kim Yerim. 21 years old. Seoul born. You both gradually became distant due to work. Your nickname for her was Squirtle. Most people believed it was because her face is cute and she resembled the Pokemon, but the main reason was she was quite the squirter in the bedroom. More of an open relationship this time, you would have brief sexual encounters with Bae Joohyun and Kim Hyunyi”

What kind of background check is this thorough? Chief Kwon is insane!

“Shin Jiwon. 24 years old. Born in Bundanggu, Seongnam. I must say, it’s impressive how you manage to upgrade girlfriends each time. That is some body she has on her. I’ll make a note of it to reach out to her company and see if she’d be interested in being the model for our lingerie line”

“Ma’am is there a reason why you just recited my entire dating history out loud? Better yet, how do you know about some of those things?”

“Last but not least, Kang Hyewon. 21 years old. Born in Yangsan. IZ*ONE Company Marketing Team Leader and your current girlfriend” Chief Kwon says, her face mere inches from yours. Your face has begun to turn red from the close proximity.

“Do you want to know why you’re the only male in this department? It’s because I made it that way. When going through the list of potential employees, yours was approved by the entire selection committee. But ultimately, I have final say. So, I did some research on you. And the results were astounding”

“It’s not surprising that you and that slut Kang Hyewon got together. Again, I was behind everything. I hired you two together. During our team dinners and company outings, I made sure to pair off everyone so you two would have no choice but to be partners. Who ended up having to do the most work and be the last two to leave work? That’s right, you and Hyewon”

“You are crazy”

“What?” She replies, briefly caught off guard.

“I said you are crazy. There is no way anyone can be that much of a psycho to pull off something like that. For everything to happen in that specific list of sequences…”

“Trust me, it’s real. And I’m not just talking about my breasts. Speaking of which, I see you ogling over them and my ass whenever I walk by your desk. I bet you’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck me. Sorry to say, I’m not an easy girl like Hyewon is” she says, blowing a gentle puff of air into your face.

Turning around with loud clicks of her heels, Chief Kwon slowly removes her blazer. Her blouse did a poor job of hiding the outline of her bra. She turns around once more and looks at you, a mischievous smirk on her face as she gently begins to unbutton her shirt.

“I bet you’ve fantasized about how my big, soft tits would feel in your hand. Or putting your hard cock in between them” Her voice oozing seduction with every word. You were getting turned on at the sight of each button being undone.

"How-how did you find out about Hyewon and I?" You ask, your erection beginning to grow from the sight of Chief Kwon teasing you.

"Chaeyeon saw you two having sex in the conference room. You really should lock the door before doing such inappropriate acts in the workplace" she replies, going to her own door and locking it. "Like so"

“Chief Kwon…”

“Shh” Chief Kwon puts her index finger on your lips. She kicks off her heels and straddles your lap.

“When we are alone you will either address me as Eunbi or mommy. Understood?” Her breaths began getting heavier.

“Yes, I understand”

“Yes what?”

Yes, I understand. Mommy”

“That’s a good boy. Now be a dear and help mommy remove this blouse”

You oblige, nervously grabbing onto the her blouse and removing it from her skirt. Eunbi had already removed the first two buttons, giving you a view of her perfect cleavage. You were salivating at the thought of tasting her breasts. Her purple silk bra was not enough to contain them, practically spilling out. While unbuttoning the third button, your hand gently brushes against her breast. She giggles while you look away in embarrassment. All it took was Eunbi sitting on your lap to make you forget you were mad at her for her very personal background check on you. You eventually managed to unbutton her blouse, Eunbi forming a T pose with her arms as you remove the blouse. She grabs it from you and tosses it to another side of the room.

“Holy shit” you exclaim as her breasts are now in full view. They were even bigger now that her blouse was off.

“Like what you see, baby?” Eunbi asks.

“Yes mommy, they’re wonderful” you reply, instantly fondling her right breast. She moans in response. You begin to plant a trail of soft pecks down to her collarbone.

“I know what you’re thinking. I just told you I’m not easy like Hyewon is. But the truth is, I love dick. My last boyfriend called me a sex freak from how often I wanted to do it. You may have heard of him, he’s the younger brother of Lia from Itzy. I planned on sleeping with you first, but that whore Hyewon beat me”

You wrapped your arms around Eunbi until you are able to unhook her bra. In one swift motion, her breasts are finally exposed. You resume your kisses from her collarbone, doing your best to make sure every square inch of her chest was kissed.

Eunbi removes your shirt and tie, licking her lips at the sight of your now exposed chest. She reaches down and slowly unbuckles your belt, taking it off before removing the button and zipper on your slacks. You kick your shoes off, doing the impossible task of removing your socks with just your feet. Eunbi hovers above you slightly to lower your slacks to your ankles. She was now sitting on your thighs, grabbing onto your boxers and reaching inside.

“Tell me, baby. What have you thought about doing to my body?” Eunbi asks, gliding her thumb across your cheek while her other hand begins to stroke you. “Choose your words carefully”

You never were good at expressing yourself. All the women you’ve been with were the ones to express their feelings for you first. And almost all of them involved alcohol induced one night stands that developed into a relationship.

“I thought about spending days in bed with you having slow, passionate sex” you reply, sticking a finger inside her already wet crotch. Eunbi moans once again, squatting temporarily so that she could remove your boxers and slacks before removing the last remaining article of clothing on either of your bodies: her panties.

You lay down fully on the couch as Eunbi’s body is on top of yours. She cups your face, her warm delicate hands giving you a sense of relief. Her gentle breaths cause a tickling sensation on your lips, the aroma of cool mint lingering in the air. She grabs onto her ponytail and removes the scrunchie holding onto it, her voluminous hair covering you both as she silently pushed her body against yours, grinding both of your crotches together.

“Have you and Hyewon… been using protection?”

“No” you reply. “Hyewon hates condoms and I prefer to have raw sex anyways”

Eunbi’s mouth quivers as she wants to moan again, feeling your erection on her butt. She licks her lips before speaking again.

“Good. I hate condoms too, if I’m going to get fucked, I want to feel all of it in me. Bonus points if we get to cum simultaneously”

“So you just want a boy toy?” You asked, lightly brushing your lips against hers.

“It looks that way doesn’t it? I do want a boyfriend, but with how the company’s been lately, there’s not enough time to be dating. Casual sex makes things easier”

Eunbi brings you in for another light kiss, using this to her advantage to switch your positions so that you were now on top of her. She wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you closer to her.

“Is Hyewon prettier than I am?” She whispers quietly.

“You’re the prettiest, Mommy” You say into her ear.

“Ah~” she weakly says as you kiss her a bit harder this time, gently sucking on her neck.

“She’s so lucky… getting to feel these big, heavy balls unload inside her constantly” Eunbi’s hand made her way down, cupping your sack as you tease her.

You both look at each other face-to-face, her eyes carrying all of the emotions she has been harboring. She wrapped you around her body, you were powerless but at the same time embraced by her warmth. Perhaps it was because she was a bit more emotional than Hyewon. Eunbi’s body was on par with Jiwon’s as both were in the top two of sexual partner’s you’ve seen naked.

While she was patiently waiting for you to answer, you chose to instead smile at her. You kissed her slowly, sensually. Your tongues brushed against each other as she resumed grinding both of you together.

“Now, it’s mommy’s turn” you said, pressing your forehead against hers as your breaths started to become more shallow. You slowly began to run your fingers from her chest down to her stomach.

Eunbi moaned softly as your hand went down further and inserted a finger inside her. “Are you just going to tease mommy?” She asks in a serious tone.

“No” you reply, planting a kiss on her lips. “If you really want to do this, I’ll help you”

“Baby…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re crazy… wanting to fuck your boss in the workplace”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex in the workplace before. Plus who wouldn’t, with a body like yours” you said, fixing a strand of her that fell over her beautiful face before kissing her again.

Eunbi deepened the kiss, soft little moans could be heard escaping her mouth as she placed her hand on top of yours which was at her core. She held onto another finger and inserted it.

“Mommy is so wet” you said after briefly disconnecting your mouths from each other.

“You made me this way. Do you know how wet I got reviewing the footage of you fucking that slut?” She said while breathing heavily. “I was so turned on, imagining it was me in that position instead of her”

You used your fingers and gave several, short shallow strokes as you spread her wetness in a circular motion. Her body reacted by slightly arching upwards. You smile at her, pecking her lips and continuing to move your fingers back and forth.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?” You asked her.

“I could never. Mommy gets what mommy wants, and right now mommy wants you to fuck her” she replied as her walls began sucking your fingers in. You continued to finger her slowly, rubbing the bottom of her clit with your palm. Eunbi moaned louder as she managed to find your cock and began to stroke it.

“You’re so hard for mommy” she says, squirming as your fingers moved in and out repeatedly. Eunbi was beginning to struggle to keep her eyes open.

“There’s one thing I do regret though” you say to her.

“What is it?” She asked, rubbing her thumb along your tip.

“W-what do you regret, baby?” She pleaded as you finally remove your fingers from inside her. The cool air from the air conditioner hitting the surface of your skin which was now coated with her juices.

“I get turned on when a woman takes control” you whispered, putting your fingers into your mouth.

Eunbi moaned quietly, immediately grabbing hold of your body and turning you around, pushing you roughly into the couch. You were briefly surprised by her abruptness, but even more turned on knowing what was about to happen. Her lips collided with yours violently, sucking on almost every part of your mouth. Her gaze changed, she looked like a rabid predator feasting its eyes on their prey. You thought she was about to rip you apart with how focused she was.

Her body hovered above yours as she was still on top of you, her thighs cradling the sides of your hips. You were trapped in her spell, and Eunbi knew this. The sweet smell of her strawberry lotion was causing you to go crazy. Her stare was dangerously seductive, piercing your soul with invisible daggers.

“This will feel good… for both of us” she said. Your hands make their way down to her hips, sliding underneath her as you squeeze her butt, causing her to yelp.

Eunbi stroked your cock several more times before lining it up with her pussy. She slowly lowers herself, slipping your cock inside her. She moaned heavily, as she sunk herself gradually deeper.

“Fuck…” you both say.

“That feels so good, mommy” you said once your cock is fully inside Eunbi.

“Ahh… it feels so good baby”

Her warm walls squeezed you tightly as she held onto your chest, slowly rocking her body back and forth.

“Your pussy feels amazing, mommy” you said, watching as her breasts bounced hypnotically, jiggling each time she went down your shaft.

“Do you like them?” She moaned, closing her eyes. “Do you like watching my tits bounce as I ride you?”

“I love them, I want to play with them everyday”

“Babe!” She giggled, hitting your chest softly. “If you fuck me every night, they’re all yours” she said, swallowing hard.

You were quite happy having Hyewon as your girlfriend, but the thought of being able to fuck Eunbi everyday turned you on even more. You began to fuck Eunbi harder, thrusting upward. She screamed loudly, spreading her legs wider as you tried your best to go inside her as deep as you could go.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, baby!” She cried repeatedly.

You grabbed her hands and removed them from your chest, intertwining her fingers with yours as you returned control of her riding you.

“You feel so much tighter than Hyewon, mommy”

Eunbi removes her hands from yours as she places them back on your chest, fucking you faster than before, moaning incoherent words.

“Oops” you were trying to tease her, but Eunbi impaling herself on your cock was proving to be too much. “Is mommy upset I mentioned Hyewon’s name?”

She ignores you as the sounds of your pelvis hitting her ass filled up the room. It was strangely satisfying, her loud moans mixed with the all too familiar squelching sounds of intercourse.

“You’re riding me so rough, mommy. Is that all I have to do to turn you on? Mention my own girlfriend’s name?”

“Shut up” she said, slapping your face.

"Oh my god-"

You roughly held onto her hips, embracing the feeling of being inside her. She dipped her head back, anticipating what was next.

Just then the phone on Eunbi's desk rings, causing both of you to stop and look at it. You pout at her as she giggles, pecking you on the lips before getting off. You both moan, immediately missing the feeling of being inside her.

She composed herself, regulating her breathing before answering.

"Yes?"

"Boss, Ms. Kang has just returned from her lunch. Should I send her in?"

“Right away, please” Eunbi replies, still a bit out of breath.

She removes her finger from the buzzer and looks back at you with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“Hyewon’s coming here? I have to leave!” You exclaim, quickly getting up and looking for your scattered clothes on the ground.

“You’re not going anywhere. I still haven’t made you cum” Eunbi growls, her voice laced with anger.

“But boss-“

A slap across the face is what greets you. “I told you to call me mommy when we are alone”

Eunbi kneels down and you tilt your head back as you feel her lips wrapping themselves around your cock. She moaned as she took all of you in her mouth.

“M-mommy, please” you groaned. “That feels so good… so, so good…”

She continued sucking your cock furiously, gripping onto your thighs for support while her tongue was twirling around your shaft. You could feel yourself reaching your limit. The orgasm was building inside you, ready to explode at any moment.

“I’m going to cum soon, mommy” you say to her, running your fingers delicately through her hair.

“Cum in my mouth” was all she says to you.

“It’s c-coming. I can’t hold it” you moaned loudly as she jerked you off roughly while wrapping her lips once more onto your cock.

You both fail to hear the door being opened.

“You wanted to see me, boss-“

Your vision went blurry. All you could see and feel was Eunbi sucking the cum out of you as you exploded into her mouth with long pulses, each sending an indescribable sensation that could be felt from your head to your toes.

“Oh my god…” you weakly blurt out, feeling like Eunbi just took your life force.

You held onto her head, bobbing it several more times. She opened her mouth and showed your creamy white present for her. With a twinkle in her eyes, she tilted her head upwards slightly and swallowed it all in two gulps, opening her mouth up once more to show you nothing was left. She licked up every possible remaining drop.

“That was hot, right?” She asked you as she stroked your cock several more times. “I told you casual sex makes everything easier”

“Oppa?”

You froze, knowing all too well whose voice it belonged to. Timidly, you turn around and find Hyewon looking at you both in shock.

“Hi love, I was just taking your dear boyfriend here out for a test run” Eunbi says to her with a warm smile. You don’t know how she could be so brazen after what you two just did.

“Is this true oppa?” Hyewon’s words making you feel guilty about what you have just done.

“Hyewon, I-“

“Unnie, you promised you’d stay away from him! This isn’t the first time you’ve taken a man away from me”

Not the first time? You wonder.

“Oh please, that manwhore you used to date just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t even fuck good” Eunbi replies.

“How was she, oppa?” Hyewon asks.

“What?”

“How was Eunbi unnie? Was she better than I am?”

Both pairs of eyes are now looking at you.

“Well, there’s only one way to settle this” Eunbi chimes in. “Both of us are going to have sex with him”

“What?” “Unnie!”

“What? One of the conditions you requested was there be a man in our department. I hired one and did everything in my power to make sure you two would end up together. Although I wanted to sleep with him first…” Eunbi trails off.

“Is this true, babe? You want us to have a threesome with our boss?” You asked Hyewon, her face turning a strawberry shade of red as she hides behind your naked body.

“Your girlfriend is not as innocent as she looks…”

You kiss Hyewon softly on the lips, the sweet taste of cake still lingering on her skin.

“Wait, why are you kissing her?” Eunbi pulls you away from Hyewon, smacking her butt while doing so.

“I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“She was my girlfriend before you” Eunbi replies as she strips off all of Hyewon’s clothing, leaving her in only a matching set of black bra and panties. She reaches inside Hyewon’s panties and gently rubs her clit, causing her to moan immediately. “See how wet she is for me?”

Hyewon shook her head at you. “Baby… I’m not…”

“Tsk, tsk. You know better than to lie to your sweet boyfriend. I’m going to prove to him how much of a slut you are…” she replied, kissing Hyewon sweetly from her neck to her shoulder.

“I-I’m not… ahh”

“You keep saying you aren’t and yet here you are, dripping wet. Slut”

“S-stop, please. I really like him unnie”

Eunbi smirks at you and lets go of her hold on Hyewon, pushing her back to you.

“Wonyoung, please clear my schedule for the whole day. A client of ours wants to discuss something important and it seems like it’ll take up a lot of my time” Eunbi says.

“Yes, boss”

Eunbi looks up and smiles, seeing you and Hyewon crash your lips into each other. Hyewon was grabbing onto your face fiercely, pulling you into her as if she was trying to suck your soul away.

“I love you, babe. I love you so, so much, you know that right?” She whimpers weakly to you.

“Are you two going to keep sucking faces or are we going to fuck?” Eunbi says in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Let’s show her how good you fuck me” Hyewon says, pecking you on the lips once more.

You go back to the couch and lay down. Eunbi helps Hyewon remove her bra and panties before they go to the couch and pounce on you.

Eunbi’s lips reconnect with yours. The ever so subtle taste of mint was still in her mouth, even after swallowing your cum. Her lips were less plump than Hyewon’s. The pink lip gloss she had freshly applied before the meeting was now on your cock, though you had to admit you enjoyed her thinner, slightly firmer lips. You had lusted after your boss for so long and now here she was, seemingly throwing herself at you.

Hyewon on the other hand, snuck underneath you both and was now between your legs. “Babe, you’re so fucking hard… You’re so hard for Eunbi unnie”

“N-no, I’m hard for you” you said, breaking free from Eunbi’s lips momentarily.

Hyewon smiled and slowly started to stroke you.

“It’s okay honey, you don’t have to lie. I would be hard for unnie too. Look at her body”

“Are you not going to touch mommy? Hyewon has you everyday, you can touch her whenever you want” Eunbi said, a hint of desperation and jealousy in her voice.

“Ugh, you’re doing the whole mommy thing again? Unnie, not every guy has a mommy kink” Hyewon said as she spit on your cock.

“Kwon Eunbi is my mommy”

Both of them stop what they are doing and stare at you. Eunbi was very pleased to hear this, while Hyewon was continuing to stroke you with a confused look on her face.

“Well then let me show you how your mommy likes to be touched” Hyewon gets up and tilts Eunbi’s head capturing her lips from behind. She grabs a handful of her tits, causing Eunbi to moan in Hyewon’s mouth. With her other hand, she gently caresses her back until she reaches Eunbi’s butt and squeezing it.

“Now it’s your turn” Hyewon said, winking at you as she sits on one side of the couch observing the both of you.

Eunbi looked at you with such a seductive gaze, biting her lips at the thought of being touched by you.

“Come on, baby” she said, guiding your hand to her breast. “Show your girlfriend how much you appreciate mommy’s body”

You squeeze both of her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples before grabbing onto her hips. You part Eunbi’s legs, kissing her inner thighs before carefully making your way towards the center. Eunbi was beginning to leak from how aroused you were making her.

“I’m so wet right now…” she moans, holding onto your hair.

You hold onto her thighs for support as you gently swirl your tongue up and down the creases of her thighs. You finally make your way to her crotch after being satisfied teasing her, pressing your face against it and feeling the warmth of her lips. Eunbi holds onto your hair and pushes you into her pussy roughly. You inhaled her sweet, intoxicating aroma.

“Mommy smells so good” you breathe onto her.

You rub the outline of her pussy with your tongue, feeling the folds of her lips. You pucker your lips over her clit, kissing it sensually.

“Ahh…”

You continue kissing her pussy. Eunbi became needier, gripping onto your hair roughly. “Oh my god, baby…” she opens her legs wider and starts grinding her pussy against your mouth in a circular motion.

“I can’t let unnie have all the fun” Hyewon said, not wanting Eunbi to show her up in front of her own boyfriend.

“Hyewon, his mouth feels so good” Eunbi moaned above you, continuing to rub her pussy lips back and forth. If you were to die right now from eating Eunbi’s pussy, well that would be one of the best ways to go out you thought to yourself.

“Fuck…” you moaned due to your mouth being stuffed.

Your body was starting to go numb, lightheaded from pleasure coursing through your body as you soon realize that while Eunbi was riding your face, Hyewon’s mouth was tugging on your cock below.

“Touch me” Eunbi moaned, grabbing both of your hands and forcing them onto her ridiculously soft breasts.

“And you called me the slut” Hyewon said in a not too loud whisper, jerking you.

“What can I say, we have good taste in men”

“We?”

“Yes, we. He may be your boyfriend but he wouldn’t have been if I didn’t hire him. He deserves to be my boyfriend just as much as yours”

“Holy shit, he feels so good…” Eunbi exclaims as she guides your hands on her breasts. “He really knows how to use his mouth”

You continued to lick and suck her folds, savoring the unique taste of a pussy that wasn’t Hyewon’s. Eunbi squirmed above you, moaning loudly without any real substance. Eventually her body tired out, dropping all of her weight on your face. Her pussy began overflowing in your mouth.

“Mmm… mmm…” she cried, holding onto the sofa for support. You regretfully remove your hands from her tits and place them back onto her waist, slurping up her delicious juices, occasionally blowing cold air into her pussy lips.

“Why does this feel so good” she moaned.

“You’re such a slut, unnie. Suffocating my boyfriend with your used pussy” Hyewon said to her after releasing your saliva covered shaft from her mouth.

“You’re one to talk! I’m not the one who fucked four guys in the restroom”

“I only fucked two of them! The other two came in my mouth when I was giving head”

Eunbi finally removes herself from your face, giving you a rather aggressive kiss as a thank you for pleasing her. She goes next to Hyewon and pulls her in, making Hyewon taste her juices. The two of them then use their tongues as they being sliding up and down your length repeatedly. Both of them giggle while making eye contact with you.

Eunbi and Hyewon formed a tag team, taking turns sucking your cock while the other would suck your balls and vice versa. Them doing so at the same time allowed you to observe the differences: while Eunbi was rough and messy, Hyewon was sensual and soft.

“He would’ve cum by now, especially since it’s now two mouths pleasuring him” Hyewon whined.

“He came in my mouth when you first entered, remember? What can I say, mommy has that effect on people. You should know, you’ve eaten mommy out several times” Eunbi replied. “ Although I will say I’ve never swallowed that much cum before”

Your eyes were closed at this point but you immediately knew who it was when you felt a pair of lips sucking you faster and faster - Eunbi. You reached down and managed to find her head, gripping onto it as you pushed her down. Eunbi loved you ravaging her mouth, gargling on your cock inside her throat while Hyewon was sucking on your balls, gently.

The two of them orally assaulting you was proving to be too much, you could feel yourself ready to burst.

“He’s about to cum” Hyewon said as she released her suction grip on your balls. “You better not swallow this load”

Eunbi’s body was already tense, she began rubbing her clit in excitement. “I can feel my own orgasm too”

Hyewon tries removing Eunbi from your cock but it becomes futile as your orgasm finally arrives. You push Eunbi’s head down as you thrust upwards. This triggers Eunbi’s own orgasm, her love nectar spilling all over the sofa.

“Unnie you selfish whore! You’ve swallowed his cum twice now!”

“And his loads were yummy. Thanks for making mommy feel good, baby” Eunbi says to you as she kisses your cock.

Hyewon sulked and turned around, her back facing you and Eunbi.

“Babe, are you mad?” You asked her.

Hyewon ignored you and sighed deeply, getting up and looking for her clothes. You got up and grabbed onto her wrist gently.

“Babe…”

“Let go of me” she replied, pushing you away from her.

“Awh, is my little kwangbae sad mommy swallowed her boyfriend’s load?” Eunbi teased from behind. “Don’t mind her, baby. She’s always mad whenever she tells you to do something and you don’t listen. I never mind it though, she’s hot when she’s mad”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I heard you say she shouldn’t swallow my load. But her blowjob was so good…”

“So she sucks your dick better than I do?” Hyewon replies.

“What I meant to say was-“

“Calm down you whore. Just because you’re good at fucking doesn’t mean you’re good at everything. That’s now two of your boyfriends who said I give better head”

“Psh, whatever. Just cause your tits can engulf his dick better than mine can”

“Show mommy how your boyfriend likes to get fucked, Kwangbae. I’ll put these big tits to good use and smother him”

Hyewon’s head dipped backwards slightly as Eunbi inserted her fingers into her pussy. “Look at how wet you are for mommy”

“Mommy, ah- please”

Eunbi began sliding her fingers inside rather aggressively as she took Hyewon’s mouth into her own. “You’re pretending to be mad at us and yet you’re practically soaked. Stop being petty that you’re not the best at giving blowjobs. Just cause I can use my mouth better and get your boyfriend off when I suck his cock doesn’t automatically mean I’m a better fuck. Even though I am”

“Ahh… shut up, unnie”

“You whore. Are you wet at me touching you? Or the thought of knowing your boyfriend likes when I suck his dick”

“Baby, make this whore’s ego feel better and fuck her please? Show her just how much of a slut she is while she eats my pussy”

You pull on Hyewon’s folds gently, brushing the surface of it with your tongue across her clit at a slow, agonizing pace. She moans, wanting to push your face into her.

You get up and kneel behind her, doing your best to clear your thoughts as you position yourself. You push the head of your cock in, Hyewon was so drenched that you had no difficulty slipping inside her.

“Babe, your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard” You said, smacking her ass.

“Ahhh!” Hyewon moaned.

You began to pump her deep, her walls painfully continuing their death grip on your cock. Her pussy sucked you in like she was using her mouth instead. You wondered how it was possible to be even tighter than usual. Was it because you were both sharing the experience with someone else? After several thrusts, you got used to her walls and were able to effortlessly move inside, burying your cock inside her warm cavern.

“Oh god…” Eunbi moaned loudly as Hyewon’s face was now buried in her pussy. Eunbi spread her legs apart widely, moaning from Hyewon tongefucking her clit. She grabbed onto the wonderful chestnut brown hair, pushing her face deeper.

You held onto Hyewon’s ass, fondling it for several seconds as you watch it jiggle back and forth with each smack of your hand. Her butt was smaller than Eunbi’s but that didn’t bother you at all. You wanted to taste Eunbi again, but Hyewon’s tight pussy wrapping around your cock was too good to pull out of. Small streams of her juices began to leak out, staining both of your thighs and dripping onto your balls with each thrust. Hyewon continued to stifle out muffled moans as you increased the frequency of each slap on her ass.

“Fuck that slutty pussy, baby” Eunbi yelled. “Show this whore how you felt when mommy rode you”

“Stop talking” you reply to her “You’re both whores who need to be punished”

“Then prove it, baby. Prove to us why we’re whores for your cock. Show us why we don’t need any other man”

You thrust into Hyewon several more times before finally pulling out. Hyewon removes her face from Eunbi’s pussy, looking back at you and pouting. You pay no attention to her and flip Eunbi’s body over. You are now greeted with both women on all fours in front of you.

You take Eunbi’s words of advice and bury your cock inside her. You go on alternating between the two, both women screaming in pleasure as you fuck both of them.

“Just admit you like fucking mommy’s pussy, baby. I told you you’d get to fuck me every night if you do” Eunbi yelled, her voice shaking from how roughly you were thrusting into her.

You pay no attention to her as you fuck each woman from behind. You were a sweaty mess from how long you and Eunbi had been going at it, the air conditioner was useless at cooling the steamy environment in her office. While you were able to observe the difference in their blowjob techniques earlier, now you made notes of their bodies. Hyewon’s body and pussy were tighter, her ass and tits were noticeably smaller than Eunbi’s. Where Eunbi was lacking in having a tight pussy, she more than made up for with her chest and meaty thighs, visually pleasing to the eye. There was just something about Eunbi’s body that made you prefer it more than Hyewon’s. You thought about being able to fuck Eunbi every single day for the rest of your life, never pulling out and planting your seed inside her body.

“I take it you chose mommy instead of this whore?” Eunbi asked after a high pitched scream.

“Shut the fuck up, slut. Just take the pounding and be quiet!” Hyewon cried, her voice cracking slightly.

“Mommy wasn’t asking you!” Eunbi replied, kissing Hyewon roughly.

You continued thrusting into Eunbi fast and hard, causing her to scream in such a loud volume that it echoed throughout the office. Hopefully no one is nearby to hear.

“Answer me!” Eunbi yelled, squeezing her tits as she continued to moan.

“Don’t! Just cum inside one of us and that’ll be your-ah-answer!” Hyewon moaned while gripping onto the sofa.

“You just want him to cum inside you, whore! Baby, you better cum inside mommy. Who knows how many loads of yours have already been inside her!”

You were currently inside Hyewon, slowly removing yourself from her in order to enter Eunbi once more. Hyewon pushed her body backwards onto your cock. “No! Don’t fuck that slut yet, keep fucking me”

“You bitch!” Eunbi yelled as she squeezed Hyewon’s tits so hard my body reacted to it.

You really wanted to pull out and cum inside Eunbi, but listened to your girlfriend and kept going.

“Fuck! That feels so good… so good…”

“Whore” Eunbi snarled.

You spanked Eunbi as hard as you could, immediately pulling out of Hyewon and entering her. She was surprised by the sudden intrusion as you continued slapping her ass.

“Stop calling my girlfriend a whore, you slut” You growled.

“Bab-“

You slapped her ass again. And then slapped it again.

“Your whore pussy feels so good” you yelled.

“Baby!” Hyewon and Eunbi yell at the same time.

You grabbed onto Eunbi’s hair, yanking it roughly as you continue fucking her from behind. Your other hand fondles her tits as they clap from your violent thrusts. Hyewon got up and began rubbing Eunbi’s clit, her hands occasionally brushing against the underside of your cock. A symphony of screams and moans rang through your ears as Eunbi’s orgasm arrived: her walls constricting your cock as she groaned through the pleasure.

Hyewon captured Eunbi’s lips, both of them moaning in each other’s mouths as their tongues fought for control over the other.

It was too late to announce that your orgasm arrived, but Eunbi knew. She felt your cock swell inside her as you released your seed. You throbbed, thrusting several times as what little cum you had left was deposited into Eunbi.

Hyewon breaks the kiss and removes Eunbi from your body. All three of you are breathing heavily. Eunbi’s breasts rose up as she struggled to catch her breath, her body drenched in sweat.

“Babe” Hyewon asked, crawling upwards before laying down next to you. “Did you cum inside her?”

“Yeah” you replied, giving her a kiss. “Are you mad?”

“Of course not. I could never be mad at you. I’m glad you did, she’s been stressed for awhile” she said, giving you a sweet smile before pulling you in for another kiss.

“That was so crazy” You replied, still trying to catch your breath. “Who knew threesomes could be so intense”

“Don’t get too used to it, baby. You are my boyfriend after all. But I will allow you to fuck Eunbi unnie whenever you or her want” Hyewon laughed.

You kiss her one more time as her fingers wrapped themselves around your cock, trying to get you back to full erection. You both hear a noise and look over to see that Eunbi has fallen asleep, exhausted from the activities that just took place.

“I have to get back to work. But keep fucking her brains out when she wakes up”

A young woman is walking home after an extremely long day at her company. The alleyway to her apartment was dimly lit, the overhead light burned out a few weeks ago and the city has yet to come by and fix it. As she approaches the front lobby, a bag is draped over her head as three men grab her and toss her into an unmarked van, driving away.

A new morning has arrived and you are heading to the elevator as Hyewon clings onto your arm. You hold onto her coffee as she fixes her bow before giving you a kiss. When the elevator finally reaches your floor, you’re immediately greeted by Sakura’s mischievous smirk. Word spread quickly about your afternoon meeting with Chief Kwon and Hyewon. Everyone else in the room had the same expression as Sakura, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment and Hyewon hiding behind you. Eunbi enters and quickly captures your lips in front of everyone. She pulls away and does the same to Hyewon.

“I trust you both are well rested after yesterday’s… meeting?” She asks you, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, we are… mommy” you replied into her ear.

She laughs as she hits your chest playfully.

“Oppa, there’s a letter addressed to you” Wonyoung said.

“Who’s it from?”

“No clue. Just that it was shipped priority”

“I wonder where Yujin is, she’s never late to work you” thought to yourself.

The three of you reach your desk and find the mysterious letter. It was a plain white envelope, only containing IZ*ONE Company’s address and that it be delivered to the only male in the marketing division, that being you.

You open it and examine the letter.

If you want to see Ahn Yujin alive again come to the abandoned tower across town tonight. Alone. If you call the police, she dies. If anyone else comes besides you, she dies.

Your hands shake while holding the piece of paper. Hyewon and Eunbi’s eyes widen as they read the letter. The rest of your coworkers have worried expressions on their faces from seeing how the three of you reacted.

“What do we do?” Hyewon asks.

“Get a hold of the police. Hurry!” Eunbi yells.

Everyone quickly gathers around Hyewon and Eunbi as they read the letter. The peaceful morning a few minutes ago has now become chaotic. You try to compose yourself, your hands shaking even more with each press of the button.

Come on, come on. You mutter to yourself.

After three agonizingly long rings, the call connects.

“Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Starship Precinct. This is Kim Jiyeon, how may I help you?”

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Prince Zuko was a harsh, entitled boy.

Firelord Zuko is a ruler who makes amends. - a study in the various side characters that Zuko came across in his banishment, and how he repays his past actions.

Read Chapter One on ao3 or under the cut! TW for referenced non-con and colonialism

[I believe @flamehotman and @flameomcfirey wanted to be tagged?]

Chapter One: Song

We will get there when we get there, don't you worry Feel bad about the things we do along the way But not really that bad We inhaled the frozen air Lord, send me a mechanic if I'm not beyond repair

- The Mountain Goats

It happened on a Tuesday afternoon.

Zuko was meeting with the agricultural council, a collection of both scholars and farmers, to discuss best practices for renewing the Fire Nations agricultural trade. For so many decades, the Fire Nation out-sourced its agriculture to land in the colonies and imported much of its food. But with the land being given back, the Fire Nation was either going to have to begin growing its own food again, or import their food at a fair price. The economic committee decided on Monday that reviving the Fire Nation farms would be far more cost effective - and of course, would create more jobs in the Fire Nation. With the war over, the number of soldiers that the military required had dropped dramatically, and there were many citizens without work. Zuko had instated severance benefits for unemployed soldiers - the ones not found guilty of war crimes of course, mostly the young recruits - but it couldn't last forever.

It was maddening. Every time Zuko unraveled one problem, he undoubtedly found or created another one. He was trying, really trying, to keep his people safe. But he also had a duty to the rest of the world. The nations that his lineage colonized, pillaged, and destroyed. He resists the urge to write to Aang, to ask him how he does it, how he balances all of the nations in every action he takes. But Aang is busy, all of his friends are, spread thin to the four corners of the world.

Uncle visits him occasionally, when the letters from staff concerned about Zuko's health pile up on his desk. One too many servants have found him, asleep at his desk, face down in treaty papers. But Uncle has his hands full. He already splits his time enough between the Jasmine Dragon and Ember Island, looking after Azula.

Azula.

She was improving, and that's really all Zuko can ask for. He sees her a couple of times a month, pours her a cup of tea, and they sit on the balcony of their vacation-house-turned-mental-retreat. Most of the time, they don't talk. Zuko won't push her; he remembers his silence in his first few months of being banished, how Uncle had to coax him to say anything at meals. Sometimes the only words he uttered in a day were in prayer before meditation. Zuko had thought to himself, speaking out got me into this mess: I'll never speak again.

He's not sure what words were exchanged between Azula and Ozai before he left her and went to burn down the Earth Kingdom, but he can guess it wasn't good. Few of his father's words were.

So they sit and drink their tea. Sometimes, on a good day, Zuko will fix up Azula's hair for her, and she'll reveal some bits of information that he files away for future examination. Something like, I saw Mom before you came with Master Katara. Or she'll double check her reality, asking, you let Ty Lee and Mai out of jail, right? and Zuko will say yes, her friends are safe, they should be visiting any day now.

As painful as seeing her may be, spending time with Azula is far preferable to sitting through an agricultural council meeting.

He looks down at the paper in front of him, a comprehensive budget list for all of the supplies needed to revitalize the Fire Nation's agricultural sphere. Dozens of machines that he's sure Sokka had a hand in inventing, hundreds of varieties of seeds that Omashu is generously selling to them, and -

Thousands of ostrich-horses.

"Councilor Yichen, can you elaborate on the number of animals in this budget? Certainly with the machines we'll provide, farmers will not need so many working livestock."

Councilor Yichen stands, giving a little bow in Zuko's direction. "Of course, Lord Zuko. While the machines will certainly boost productivity, we only have enough for one per farming village at this point. Each family needs at least one working animal, if not to plow the fields, then to transport goods. We decided on ostrich-horses on a recommendation from farmers in the Earth Kingdom colonies, who found them to be invaluable. An ostrich-horse is, in many ways, more valuable than a machine."

Zuko's stomach settles uncomfortably, but he isn't entirely sure why. "Thank you, Councilor. I understand now."

Yichen gives another little bow before he sits, and the rest of the meeting goes as planned, with the exception of a strange seed of unknown guilt now growing in Zuko's stomach.

"Uncle, do you remember when you made tea out of that poisonous plant?"

Uncle laughs, hands faltering as he pours Zuko a cup of jasmine tea. "I remember, Nephew. How could I ever forget?"

"Do you remember the girl who helped you?"

Uncle takes a sip of the warm tea. "Song. Her mother made the best roast duck." He looks at Zuko out of the corner of his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

Zuko looks out over the gardens. He's able to see the whole palace grounds from where they're seated on the second-floor balcony, watching the sun rise. As far as the eye can see, Zuko is upheld as a flawless ruler, his word taken as law. He's sick of it.

"I stole her ostrich-horse," he murmurs into his tea, taking a sip to calm his nerves. "I just remembered, in that agricultural meeting a few days ago. I - I never knew how essential those were to farmers, I just thought I was taking their ride." He turns to fully face his Uncle. "But I think I took a lot more than that."

Uncle meets his eyes with understanding. "And now you want to give it back."

"I know there's no way for me to fully apologize for how I acted in exile, but it feels like I have to try." The cup quivers a bit in his hands, and so his hands drop to his lap. "I'll need someone to watching over the Nation while I'm gone."

Uncle places one of his warm hands over Zuko's shaking ones. "I'm sure I can deal with your advisors for a few days." He squeezes his hand just slightly around Zuko's. "I'm proud to see that even in a few short months, your wisdom as a ruler is growing. Go, make your amends. The Nation will be here when you return." Uncle calls for Zuko's secretary and tells her to clear as much of the Firelord's schedule as she can for the next week. Their voices fade into the background as Zuko stares into his tea, wracking his brain to try and figure out how to track down just one girl in the entire Earth Kingdom. Sending scouts or soldiers from town to town is a recipe for disaster, and the Earth Kingdom villages have been traumatized enough. He supposes he could always call in a ride on his favorite air bison but - this feels like something he should do on his own.

If Song hates him, it might be hard for her to show it in front of the Avatar.

So he'll go alone. No friends, no royal guard. He'll come into Song's town the same way he came last time - defenseless. She can hate him if she wants, he'll give her that.

And he'll try to give back what he took from her.

He packs light, pulling an old tunic and boots from the back of his wardrobe. Though they've been thoroughly cleaned by the palace staff, the scent of campfires and smoke linger upon them. He grabs a cloak - the Earth Kingdom will be starting to chill at this time of year - and he slips out of the palace, using the servant's entrance to get onto the streets unseen.

Autumn comes quietly in the Earth Kingdom. The trees slowly lose their color, giving the last of their strength into vibrant leaves. Soldiers previously conscripted to fight in the war have either returned to their families or have gone to tend to the scorched earth where the Phoenix King made landfall. They clear the debris of fallen airships, making room for the earth to slowly restore herself.

Song envies those soldiers.

Their lives have changed with the ending of the war, but Song's life continues on, its mundane routine continuing over and over again. She cares for a small garden, crafts herbal remedies for her neighbors, and tries to make her mother comfortable. She curses the Spirits for their cruel sense of humor - her mother survives the greatest war ever seen, lives through the attempted invasion of her homeland, only to be struck down by frailty months after the end of it all. Hasn't she suffered enough? Song has whispered those words to the woods on her way to the well time and time again. Now, her body is just - stopping.

Her mother is dying and there's nothing she can do.

Song knows all living things have their time. And she's seen too many living beings go before their rightful time. But she never imagined her mother's time would be in a time of peace. Wasn't ending the war supposed to stop all this pain? Apparently not. She tries not to become bitter, knows that that's the last thing her mother would want for her, but - it hurts. And there's not a damn thing she can do about it.

The leaves from dying trees crackle under her feet.

She arrives at the well, alone. Her hometown is just barely beginning to wake up, rising from its slumber as mothers bring in dry clothes from the clotheslines and fathers begin to toil in the fields. Children run freely from street to street, with a joy that was forbidden during the Fire Nation's occupation. They're kicking at a ball, passing it from one pair of bare feet to another, and Song smiles at them. Someday, maybe.

She sets her water jug on the stone wall of the well and begins to lower the bucket before hearing the ball make impact and a man's voice grunt, "oof!". She spins rapidly around to see a young man, rear planted firmly in the dirt, one hand rubbing at his forehead while the other wipes at a watering eye. The group of children stand, frozen, and she gives them a look, and unspoken command to stay and apologize to the man they just hit with their ball.

"Here, take my hand," Song holds out her right hand, and the man takes it. When the young man meets her eyes, she almost drops him back in the dirt. He has those amber eyes, and she can just see under his loose hair - a burn scar. "Lee?!"

He stands, brushing dust from his cloak, and she catches the hints of red fabric that lie beneath. She recoils. He sighs. "Um, about that." Song sees his hands tremble against his cloak. "My name's not Lee - and I'm from the Fire Nation."

Song reacts as if she'd been slapped. She trips backwards, away from Not Lee, landing hard against the stone of the well. Her leg is aching, feels like its on fire all over again, looking into those amber eyes.

"How could you? I let you into my home." She braces her hands against the well, her leg threatening to give out at any moment. "Now it all makes sense, that you stole from me. That's all you ashmakers are good for." She spits, and it lands on his scarred cheek. "You take land that isn't yours, take women that aren't yours, you take lives!" Her leg finally collapses, and she sinks to the ground with her back against the well. Not Lee makes a move, and she throws her hands up. "Don't you touch me," she grits out, clutching at her leg. He stills, and she wraps her arms around herself, bringing her knees to her chest. "I pitied you, you know? I thought your mother must've been - I looked at your eyes and thought you were a victim like me, like my mother." Her whole body is trembling, but she doesn't care. "But I bet you know who your father is, I bet you're proud to have his eyes."

Not Lee mirrors her, curling in on himself, not even bothering to wipe his face clean. "I do know who my father is, but I'm not proud of him." He looks up to meet her eyes, and Song is struck by how young he looks. When she'd last seen him, he'd looked gaunt, malnourished, with sharp cheekbones. Now, his face had filled out and he looks - young? The scar makes him look older as well, but when you look on the opposite side of his face - all she can see is a kid, couldn't be older than a teenager.

And he was crying.

Stubborn as he is, Not Lee is resolutely ignoring the tears slowly falling from his eyes, but nevertheless - they fell. Song didn't expect that reaction. Tears are not what she expected from a Fire National. Anger, rage, violence - those are the things she's tasted at the hands of firebenders, but this? This is new.

"I'm sorry," Not Lee whispers, looking at his feet. "I came to apologize, I wanted to repay you for your kindness and return what I took. But I think I've overstayed my welcome." He scrubs at his face roughly with the heel of one hand. "But I am, truly sorry. I acted selfishly the last time I was in your home, and I took advantage of your compassion. And I understand that my nation has done even worse. I'm trying to make it better." He pulls his hair back with a band. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but I would like to purchase you a new ostrich-horse. And anything else you or your mother may require."

Without warning, Not Lee shifts from his seat position to a bowing one, kneeling with his head pressed to the dry earth. Song stares at him for a small eternity, before realizing that he's waiting, unmoving, for her response. For her judgement.

She lets out a small breath. "Okay," his eyes flick up to hers and her stomach twists. The way he bows is so precise - it must have been drilled into him hundreds of times before. Another thing she wouldn't have expected from a firebender. "Come to dinner."

He stands after she does and gives another slight bow. As they begin the walk back to Song's home, he offers to carry her water jug, and Song feels more weight than one lifted from her.

"What did you say your name was again, young man?" Mei pokes at Zuko's shoulder as she hobbles to the table.

"Mom, I'm sorry about her, she's getting older," Song sets a bowl of fragrant roast duck in front of him and Zuko feels his mouth begin to water.

"No, it's okay, I don't think I've actually properly introduced myself." He takes a quick sip of tea - bracing himself for whatever will happen next - and calmly sets the mug back down. "My name is Zuko," he begins slowly. "AndI'mkindoftheFirelord."

There's the sound of Song dropping a bowl in the kitchen, and Mei leans in a bit closer to Zuko.

"Sorry, dear, could you say that again? My ears aren't what they used to be."

Zuko opens his mouth to respond, but Song slowly enters the room, her eyes narrowed in on Zuko. "You said - you're the firelord?" He nods at her, waiting for her to swing a knife at him, kick him out of their home, call some earthbenders to rough him up -

Before his panic can start to set in, Song runs out the front door, slamming it behind her.

Zuko looks helplessly at Mei.

"Give her a moment." Mei brings her pair of chopsticks to her mouth. "Hmm, she still doesn't make it as well as I used to."

"What about you? Do you hate me?"

Mei sighs, putting her bowl down. "I'm too old for hate, dear. My time in this world is almost over. I can't spend it hating world rulers." She takes a sip of her tea. "But Song? She -" Mei sighs again. "She's been hurt deeply by the Fire Nation, in more ways than one. And it isn't just you. But for a long time, the monarchy has been the embodiment of everything terrible that's ever happened to her. And now you're here, standing in front of her."

Zuko nods. "I understand. And I am sorry, to you as well. I don't think I fully understood the reach of the war. I was always taught that the army acted with honor, that women and children were untouchable." He looks down at his folded hands. "I can see that was false."

"Unfortunately, you are correct." She reaches between them to refill Zuko's cup, then Song's, and hands them both to him. "Go to her. A bit of tea should help bring you some good favor."

The screen door opens and closes, and Zuko finds himself out on the porch. Song sits on the edge, absently massaging her leg, peering into the darkness of the forest.

"Can I join you?"

She shrugs, and he takes that as a yes. Handing over her tea, Zuko sits besides her and tries to find what she sees in the darkness.

For a few minutes, the only sounds are those of them drinking and crickets chirping. Then Song speaks.

"His name was Bao."

Treasured. Precious. Rare.

"That's a lovely name."

"What happened to him?" Song turns abruptly to look at him with shining eyes. "Did he...?"

Zuko shakes his head emphatically. "My Uncle and I traded him to a florist for safe passage to Ba Sing Se. The florist seemed like a good man."

"You went to Ba Sing Se?"

Zuko runs one hand down the back of his neck. "I might have conquered it, actually?"

Sing snorts. "That part I've heard about. You've lived an interesting life, Zuko."

"If by 'interesting' you mean messy, then yes." He sighs. "You had no reason to trust me. Why did you let me back into your home?"

Song laughs, tinged with bitterness. "My mother says I'm too trusting, too gullible." She swirls the dregs of her tea around the bottom of her cup. "But I think there's strength in being kind. And I really did want to forgive you. But you have to be ready."

"And do you think I am?"

She smiles softly at him. "For me, yes. But my guess is I'm not the only person you hurt in exile." She gulps down her remaining tea. "They may not be as forgiving as I am."

"I'm preparing myself for that possibility."

"Does it scare you?"

Zuko ponders it. "I think it does. The idea that I've hurt someone innocent so badly that they may never be able to move past it... that keeps me up at night."

Songs turns towards him, tucking her knees up to her chest. "We can't control how other people see us in this life. How they react to our actions is up to them - all that we can control is our response. You have to be ready to accept that someone may not be ready to forgive you, and you can't let that eat you up." She stares at him intently. "You have to confident that your own actions are enough. That they're good."

It's Zuko's turn to laugh sourly. "Easier said than done," his hand wanders to his scar. "Sometimes I'm still not sure if what I'm doing is right."

"You don't have to do it alone, you know," Song gives him an understanding look. "You need other people around you, Zuko, to remind you what's good."

He huffs, looking down at his hands, folded in his lap. "Do you want to be one of those people?"

"I think you have more than enough goodness surrounding you already. You just have to be confident enough to ask." She sighs, looking back out into the darkness. "Besides, I have to stay here with my mother. She doesn't have long."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do? I could send my healers -"

She shakes her head, cutting him off midsentence. "It's her time." She begins to rub at her scars again. "I just didn't know how much it would hurt. We finally have some peace, and suddenly it's her time."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, not for this. It's due to you that she'll be able to die during peacetime." Her hands come to her eyes, wiping tears away before they can spill down her cheeks. "Her biggest fear was that she'd die and leave me alone to fend for myself during the war. You released her from that fear. Of course I forgive you, Zuko. My mother's no longer scared of dying because of you."

The two of them are silent for a long time, watching fireflies flicker off and on in the trees, listening to the crickets sing.

"I'm going to find Bao for you."

Song looks up in surprise. "You don't have to-"

"I want to, I'm sure he's still out there somewhere." Zuko rises from his seat. "If you ever need anything, anything, you write directly to me. I'll tell my staff that you're a priority."

"Are you leaving?" Song stands as well. "You could stay, if you want."

Zuko shakes his head silently. "I have to get back, and travelling by night is best for a Firelord who doesn't want his identity revealed," he smiles, his scarred skin relaxing into it. With that, he pulls his hair out of its topknot, grabs his pack and swords, and starts to disappear into the night.

"Firelord Zuko?" He stops and turns back at the sound of Song's voice. She makes the sign of the flame and bows. "Thank you, for everything." He bows back, lower than protocol dictates, but he doesn't care.

Three weeks pass, and the air has turned bitterly cold.

Song again makes her daily trip to the village well, with snow crunching under her feet instead of dead leaves. The soldiers have returned from their work in restoring fields for the season, and so the village feels alive when she steps into it. Despite the chill, children still run in the street, under the watchful eye of their mothers and fathers. Song feels a twinge of longing, but she tries to focus on the happiness she feels for the children instead. Song sets her water jug on the side of the well, breathing hot air into her palms to warm her hands after touching the freezing stone.

"Excuse me, miss, are you Song?" A voice comes from behind her, and she turns to see two men dressed in red tunics.

"I am," she replies, tucking her hands into the pockets of her hanbok. "And you are?"

They bow to her. "We come on behalf of Firelord Zuko, to deliver a gift." A third man rounds the corner with an ostrich-horse on a tether. "We found him at a desert settlement, he's been well taken care of, but if there's anything you need -"

They're cut off as Song runs to throw her arms around the neck of the ostrich-horse. "Bao!" She strokes his beak, looking into his eyes. "Do you remember me?"

Bao cocks his head to the side, pupils widening as he chirps softly, and then he lets out a loud whinny, pushing his head into Song's chest. He purrs, closing his eyes and relaxes against her.

"Sweet Bao, it's really me, you're really home," Song can feel her eyes dampening, but holds it together as one of the men hands her a bit of parchment.

"A note from the Firelord. He wanted us to remind you that you can write to him anytime you need anything."

Song nods. "And tell him I said 'thank-you' again." Bao whinnies loudly again, and she adds on, "Bao says 'thank-you' too."

"Of course, miss." With a synchronized bow, the men depart, and Song unrolls the parchment.

Song,

I've followed your advice and surrounded myself with good people. It helps.

Give my best to your mother - my Uncle still talks about her roast duck sometimes. I've established a fund specially for women and child victims of the war, inspired by some of what you and Mei shared with me. Write me if you feel like you or anyone in your village wants to apply for it.

And, thank you for trusting and forgiving me. I'll try to keep earning it.

May the Spirits continually bless you,

Zuko

She tucks the parchment into her pocket, fills her jug, and finds herself back in Bao's familiar saddle after more than a year. "Come on, Bao," she says as she takes the lead into her hands, guiding them back to the empty farmhouse.

"Let's go home."

[if you read through this whole thing, go drink some water! I'll know if u don't :) ]

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