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florvaine · 10 months

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lost comfort and found familiarity.

Escaping the prison was a mess, and Carl is devastated when he can only find his girlfriends red jacket, but not her. (afab! reader)

genre: heavy angst to fluff

warnings: death, blood, gore, panic/anxiety attack, !carls’ SA scene!, kissing.

-— DREAD BEGAN TO FILL THE PIT OF CARL’S STOMACH WHEN THE HEAVY REALISATION SET IN. That realisation was that the prison was overrun, the Governor and his goons having broken down the wired fencing with a tank and brought in dozens upon dozens of brain-deteriorated, famished walkers into the previously safe confines of the prison.

They had killed Hershel in cold blood using Michonne's katana, leaving his severed head to pool a red sheen on the grass. Somewhere in the time of his beheading bullets began to ring out around the borders of the prison.

Cars, trucks and military-grade vehicles began to fill the courtyard, Rick and the Governor are beating each other bloody with their bare hands by the overturned bus.

“Holy shit.” He hears you say, and once he looks to his left to find you, his heart hurts a little more.

You’re typically comforting smile has vanished like the peace had just a few hours ago, instead pulled in an open-mouthed look of pure shock and horror. Your eyes are blown wide, brimming with a small collection of tears. There’s dust and debris flying everywhere, staining your cheeks. A shotgun is tight in your grip, ammo stacked in your pockets and an army knife clinging on your belt.

He’s only ever seen you this devastated when the farm got set up in flames, and when you had been told that your brother had been bit.

Carl gulps, pulling you closer to him via the strong grip he has on your hand. Both of your palms are sweaty, but it was barely even registered as the tank that the Governor had hijacked shot another bomb into the crumbling, brick walls of the prison.

“We gotta go!” He says, running in the opposite direction of the explosion. You follow behind him, still holding his hand as an anchor to keep you aware of reality.

Your eyes drift around the series of events around you. The obliteration of your home, the snapping jaws of the decaying walkers that drooled and reached to take a chunk of flesh from either of your bodies. Bullets rain hell on everything that moves, sparks of orange and yellow shining from all directions, the scent of blood, gunpowder and dust is heavy as it clings to your clothes and hair.

You stumble, tugging on Carl's hand, "We have to get your Dad!" You point to where Michonne is helping him up, and the blue-eyed boy falters.

A loud bang followed by the sound of debris hitting the floor, a flash of heat passed over each of your skins. Between the flash, he sees his dad covered in splatters of blood, bruises and cuts stumbling towards a break in the metal fence.

Every sense in his body is muddled, an annoying, high-pitched ring in his ears makes his clammy hands raise upwards to press against them, sounds muffled as dust coats his tongue like thick, chalky medicine. His eyes flutter as the light passes, debris clinging to his lashes and dirtying his freckled face. Carl sniffs, his head turning around rapidly to see you again.

Except you were gone.

Just like the flash of orange light and thermal blast, you had seemingly dissipated into thin air. His first reaction is panic, in a form that roots his body into the concrete floor at the thought of you being hit by the bomb, therefore disintegrating instantly.

Carl feels sick to his stomach and he removes his hands from his ears, picking up his gun that clattered to the ground and spinning in circles to catch even a glimpse of you.

"Y/n?" He shouts even if his throat was aching from the particles in the muggy air.

There's no response, "Y/n!" He calls out with more urgency, his feet moving quick against the ground as another round of bullets pass beside him.

The shaggy, brown-haired teen dashes through a gap between the cell blocks, keeping as low as he could whilst running, pressing the sheriff's hat his father gave him just a few days prior against him skull.

Then everything stops. It's practically silent if you ignore the echoes of the snarling walkers that invaded the space. His eyes brim with salty tears, scrambling to pick up a too familiar red cloth discarded on the floor.

His heart is put on pause for a few seconds as he kneels down to claw at the jacket. Your favourite jacket. Bright red stained with black smudges and bloody hand smears, an open hole passes cleanly through both sides of the left sleeve, encircled in a deeper scarlet that dripped in a sickening curve of an open wound.

Time passes slowly, as if God himself was providing him time to grieve. You had slipped through the cracks of his callousing hands, the blood trapped under his fingernails suddenly more obvious as he scratched at the drying liquid on the jacket. His heart hurts. So does his head, a throbbing pulse that matched the pants and trembling breaths that exited his chapped lips. His body washes out any adrenaline or happy emotion an refills it with dread and mourning.

He feels like crying. Sobbing, screaming your name until his lungs collapsed and his throat was raw. Vocal cords torn, shattered like his heart that would no longer beat with the same life he had with you. His thoughts turned from joyous hope of a future with you and Judith outside the crackling prison to disbelieving hurt at the realisation you were not near him anymore.

With no body, their could be no funeral. Nobody in the limited black attire they collected throughout their time in the apocalypse. With no grave to bury you under, you could not rest.

But without a funeral or a tattered corpse of your being, Carl refused to believe you were dead.

The sound of bullets restart his heart again like a defibrillator, and he's back in the moment. There's shots in the courtyard, the boy scrambles up, clinging onto your jacket with harsh breathing.

There's two walkers further along the cell block. Carl ties the jacket around his waist. Rage slowly drips into the building acceptance in his mind, and the shotgun that he held previously was snagged up off the floor.

The gun is raised, aimed perfectly for the decaying heads of what used to be morally guided people. His breathing picks up slightly.

One shot rings out, bullet shells hitting the ground. Chunks of skin, bone and rotting organs spills over the floor and the walker hits the ground with a dull thud. He steps over the remains with what could only be described as a bitter mixture of anger and sadness on his face.

The second shot is fired, and the first victim is joined by the other. A mess of liquid ruby changes the grey hue of the floor, the sound of blood spilling like tossed water would usually sicken him.

His gaze drifts towards the bodies, and he is repulsed at the image of you, your hair splayed against the concrete and your eyes wide open yet unseeing, glossed over in grey as your plump lips turn blue, skin cold. Your chest does not rise. You are still, graceful and dead.

He blinks, and yet again you were gone. Carl looks up from the meaningless corpses.

His own dad looks back at him.

"Carl," It doesn't sound like him, there's a hint of liquid that gurgled in his throat as he spoke, and Rick gulps it down. He's breathing heavily. A collection of red patches adorn his beaten face, curls from his hair and stubbly beard pressed against the sweat gathered on his skin.

The two of them limp away from the remains of the prison, trauma and sorrow tossing and churning in their minds and stomachs. They had lost not only you, but Judith as well.

One of the only memories of his mother that he had. And the only hope that Rick had of raising one of his children without any fear even in the apocalypse.

That night the two of them exchanged no words.

-—-

1 month, 27 days and 17 hours.

That's how long it had been since Carl had last heard your voice. Him, Rick and now Michonne occupy a two story house in a leafy road surrounded by woods. They visit the neighbouring homes further down, once he even found a 112 ounces worth of chocolate pudding, and ate it in one sitting. Alone.

The words 'alone' has never been in the forefront of his mind this much before. He wonders if you would've enjoyed the pudding with him, or comforted him on his worst nights as his dad slept on the sofa barricading the front door. Maybe you would've stopped him shouting at his unconscious body.

He was terrified, that night. Because the sleeping body of his dad would sometimes look like you - except there's a bite on your shoulder and a bullet wound punctured between your closed eyes.

Now there was no resting body on the sofa as his dad was awake, alive and moving whilst Michonne helps the two of them work with their slightly tense familial relationship.

Sometimes he'd get bombarded with questions about you. He'd still answer with one phrase.

"She's alive."

The same tone, the same memory starting to form before his ocean eyes whenever he blinked. After a while it went from being a quivering statement of hope to an exclamation of law.

Every time you were brought up negativily, it ended in him storming out of the house and sleeping in a different one for the night, and coming back in the morning to his anxious dad who was very close to vomiting and a worried Michonne.

Carl knew you wouldn't just leave or give in that easily. It wasn't in your blood that stained the jacket he kept folded upstairs in one of the rooms.

He had washed it, any trace of what happened at the prison left in a stream of water; the hole from your bullet wound was sewn together as best as he could. No more smudges of soot and crumbling brick smeared down the hood and arms, no more scarlet hand prints that grabbed and tainted your clothing.

Carl had one mission that he would complete - he had to complete it before anything else.

And you were going to get your jacket back - alive.

-—-

Terminus was a horrible idea. It had been advertised as a safe haven for anyone in need of it, offering sickingly sweet luxuries that no other place had before.

Who knew it was run by cannibals that captured, disarmed and intended to eventually eat them? Not Carl, that's for sure.

They had barely escaped with their lives, and Carl could only wonder how many more times he could dodge death until it inevitably caught up with him.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he would avoid it for as long as he possibly could, because if he kicked the bucket then he wouldn’t see you again.

At least they found everyone else - including Judith. That was one miracle that Carl dreamed of, and it was accepted, so the last one was you.

Many nights and days he had spent wondering where you were, if you were thinking about him too, some other days passed with tears and muffled screams of your name; those days he’d be comforted by the tight arms of his dad or Michonne wrapped around him.

Carl would sometimes have nightmares of that grimey, old man that pinned him against the floor, Michonne and Rick having to see him at his most vulnerable in that moment. That was the one time he was grateful you weren’t there. Not because he didn’t want you to see him so shattered and broken, no.

He knew that whatever was going to happen to him, would happen to you too. And with the predator pinning him down, the company of his equally as vile creatures that held Michonne and Rick as captives. Nobody would be able to save you in time.

Part of his innocence was picked up and snapped that night. He fell asleep with your jacket over his torso, and he let his quivering frame curl into yours.

He wanted to see you again, in real life. Not a part of the fractured, twisted part of his imagination. He wished to hold you close against him, kiss you under the stars like you had done too many days ago. Everything Carl found that he thought you’d like was in a small pouch at the bottom on his bag.

A thin-chained necklace, a gossip magazine, a comic book. A small heart shaped rock that he had found. Most importantly, your jacket.

Carl was intelligent, observant. He could tell everyone had already grieved for you, mentioned your name in speeches of motivation saying ‘do it for her’. He hated it.

Another argument happened whilst they were all moving down the abandoned road, towards a new hope of life.

His father brought you up again when he saw Carl wearing your jacket. They had stopped for a break, sitting in the middle of the road whilst Daryl went hunting for anything they could eat.

“Carl,” He spoke, voice slow and gentle as if he was a ticking time bomb, “I think it’s time you let go of her jacket.”

Everyone’s eyes moved from his father to his son, eyes slightly widened and mouths clamped shut. The air becomes tense as the blue-eyed teen looks up at his father through the corner of his eyes.

Carl swipes his tongue over his lips, “Why’s that?” He spoke, Judith coo’s in his arms, pulling at the strings that tightened the hood.

Rick adjusts his stance, placing his hands on his hips and thinking of what to say to his son. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he speaks.

“I just think, well we just think that,” The curly-haired dad gestures to everyone with one hand, “It’s time to let go, son.”

Carl lifts his head fully, eyebrows knitted together in scrutising disbelief, “You all think she’s dead?” His tone is harsh, accusing and targeted to pierce their racing hearts.

Everyone knew that the mention of you being dead was something that the boy didn’t agree with. Stubborn as ever, Carl points his gaze towards his dad. His gaze as sharp as daggers and Rick knows hes in for the long run.

“She disappeared, Carl. We can only guess what happened to her.”

Carl hands Judith to Carol next to him and she takes her without looking at the boy, “You can guess, but I’m not guessing. I know she’s alive.”

“She’s got lost, nobody saw where she went. She’s alone.” Rick argued, his voice louder.

“She has a gun and a knife!” Carl replies, shouting over his father. Michonne stands up and removes her gun from her holster, as did Abraham and Tara when a branch snaps behind the wooded trees.

Daryl shows himself, empty handed. Everyone internally groans, but they give him a look to tell him to be quiet and point at the arguing boys.

Rick places his hands on his sons shoulder, looking down on him, “People have still died with a gun, kid.”

Carl pushes his dad away from him, face contorting into pure anger and vemon lacing his features, “Don’t touch me.”

“I’m just tellin’ you the truth, Carl.” Rick points at him, eyebrows raised and his voice returning to the soft, almost patronising tone from before.

“But it’s not the truth!” Carl argues, his anger put into lashing out against his own blood, “She’s alive, I know it! I see her, Dad!”

Michonne places a hand on Rick’s shoulder when she hears him sigh and prepare himself, “Don’t-”

“She’s dead! Trust me. She. Is. Dead. If you’re seeing her like I see your mother, then she is not alive anymore!”

It goes silent, a few birds fly overhead with calls of their scratchy language. Even in the open surrounded by trees it has never felt more claustrophobic than ever for the Grimes family.

Carl stiffens at the mention of his mother, the woman that birthed and nutured him through his pre-teen years. The woman he eventually ended up killing.

Rick takes his silence as an opportunity, “Let her go, Carl. That’s my only advice.”

Tears form in his lashline as he stares back at him dad, and the sheriff’s hat against his head has never felt more heavy than in this moment.

“But everyone saw Mum’s body.”

Rick has never turned around quicker than in that moment. The mention of his lovers lifeless body, deep cut in her lower stomach flashes under the glaze in his eyes and Rick swears he can see a white dress move through the treeline.

Carl continues, “We saw Mum’s body,” His voice trembles and he sniffs, “I knew she was dead more than anyone else here.”

It’s deathly silent. Everyone knows what he’s referring to, and everyone is scared shitless to say anything to either of them. Rick takes a deep breath, but doesn’t speak.

A droplet rolls down Carl’s pale cheek, and he looks down to ensure no one saw him wipe it away, “We haven’t seen hers. Until we see her body, I’m keeping her jacket. But when we find her, she’s gonna have it back.”

Rick only nods lightly, picking up the supplies he agreed to carry.

Nobody makes any objections to continuing to move further up the road - towards Alexandria.

-—-

You have never felt so close before. Yes, they were extremely suspicious and afraid of Aaron and his husband, Eric. Having been tricked into a cannibal house just a week ago does that to a group of people.

But walking up yet another road, littered with lifeless corpses of walkers with bullets making their brains paint the pavement. Carl knows only one thing.

He has never been this sure that he was going to find you.

Aaron is rattling on about what facilities they had. Running water, heating, electricity. Promises of necessaries they haven’t heard of for years now.

His dad is on edge, not particularly fond of the idea, but he knew that everyone was so tired and burnt out that they needed just the idea of a safe place to be just to bring more motivation to themselves.

So far, Aaron’s words of a 15 foot, metal wall that bordered Alexandria and protected the insiders was true, and Carl begins to feel more energetic and hopeful than before.

Carol notices this, and questions the boy, “What’s up, Carl?” She looks at him, and he looks back.

“She’s here, I know it.” He replies and then looks forward again, walking ahead of her.

Carol furrows her brows and decides to take harder and longer looks at the walkers on the floor.

The group arrive at the large, metal gate. The journey felt like hours for each of them, but extra long for Carl. He was antsy, and fully compliant to anything any of them told them to do. If Aaron or Eric told them to stop, he would. If they told him to go find a bird, kill it and bring it back, he would.

The gates finally screech open, Carl feels as if his heart is going to burst open. An alarm sounds in the back of his head but not one of worry, but one of intuition that told him she was here.

He looked into the gated community as the gate opened fully, and felt alienated as soon as he entered with his group. They were dirty, hair knotty and unclean against the pristine and organised residents of Alexandria.

People poke their heads out of houses and stare, smiling or looking upon them with apathy. Every face Carl doesn’t recognise.

They get told to hand over their weapons. Their refusal is argued, and eventually they give in. It’s hesitated and unsettling seeing all their guns and knifes piled onto a trolley.

Carl is the second to last person to place anything on the trolley, his handgun is held in his hands tightly as he walks over to the collection, placing it down and reaching for his knife-

“Carl?”

It’s a voice further along the pathway into Alexandria, and he looks up in slight confusion.

His blue eyes meet hers, they’re as recognisable as ever. Finally.

His body is practically overflowing with emotion - relief, joy, sadness and the most overpowering feeling of love.

The knife clatters to the floor, there are hands reaching for him, tugging on his clothes to hold him back and the leaders that he didn’t care to remember the names of tell him to stay put.

Instead he runs. It’s a run of desperation. He’s afraid that if he doesn’t run fast enough, you’ll disappear again in the aftermath of an explosion. You’re running too, a hand against your mouth to cover sobs.

The two of you meet halfway, arms wrapping around eachother as a form of physical touch to ensure that the other that this is real.

“You’re alive,” Carl whispers, breathing heavily and clutching the back of your head that was pressed against his chest, “I knew it.”

You’re both crying, holding eachother in a tight, cathartic embrace that released any inkling of doubt that the others heart wasn’t beating.

Carl’s hands clamber to hold you face in his hands again. You let him, raising your head to look into his eyes. He runs his thumbs against your soft skin, scanning your face.

His head lowers, yours lifts, and your lips meet in a greeting that was way past it’s due date. Eyes closed, experiencing something that has only been a dream for so long. You didn’t care that his lips were chapped, he didn’t care that yours were slightly cut up from you biting at the dead skin there.

It’s messy, teeth clashing and your noses bump one or two times, but all that you care about is that he’s here, and that he finally found you.

You pull apart, and your eyes fly open to witness his still closed like he was still in shock. His lashes flutter, and you make eye contact once again.

There’s a sense of melancholy realisation that slowly ebbs through him. The fact he hadn’t been there to witness you grow up alongside him during the time you were apart. He admires the change in your facial structure, features from before stronger and more prominent to show that you had grown up.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remembered,” His thumb wipes away a few of your tears and rolls over a small scar that streches up from your jawline to your cheekbone and his eyebrows furrowed in slight worry, “What happened?”

You press yourself further against his palms, relishing in the feeling of him again, “I survived, Carl.”

His name has never sounded so good before. His brain feels funny, his heart floating as he pulls you in for another kiss. It’s less messy this time, not that either of you care.

Carl pulls away again as he’s reminded of his mission, his forehead against yours, “Your jacket,” He gives you peck, and departs again, “I have your jacket.”

His hands leave your face to pull the rucksack of his back, and in panting breaths you gasp softly as he pulls the red fabric out of the bottom of the brown bag, holding it out to you.

“I cleaned it, sewed up the bullet hole,” He holds it up, showing the messy threading, “It’s not the best-”

He’s cut off by you taking it from him with a sniffle, pressing it against your heart and clutching it.

“I love you, Carl.” Your voice trembles, and he smiles, pressing a kiss against your forehead, brushing a few loose strands of your hair from your face.

“I love you too.”

You unzipped the red jacket, struggling to get it on; Carl moves forwards to help you slide it on over your arms again.

Where it rightfully belongs.

-—-

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thepastdied · 1 year

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Some Fun

eddie munson × fem!reader smut

Summary: You are Dustin's cousin and meet Eddie for the first time. Things get hot.

Loud laughter erupted from the dining room, echoing throughout the Henderson home and up the stairs.

Your eyes snapped open, frantically looking around.

"What the hell.." You murmered.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stretched. It was just about 6pm, though still fairly bright out on this summer day, and the sky glowed a beautiful orange that poured through your bedroom window.

You'd just gotten back from college over on the East Coast. Every summer you come back to your aunts house, where you will stay for the next few months before returning back to your university. She was like a mother to you. And Dustin, Dustin was like a brother.

You kicked the covers off of you and swung your legs off the side of the bed before slumping over to your dresser. You'd regretfully overslept, your nap only meaning to be a couple hours, and now felt more tired than you did after finishing those chores this morning.

You changed out of your sweaty clothes and pulled on some pajama shorts, a tank top, and fixed your hair. More laughter came from the first floor, and you scrunched your eyebrows. Mike is so obnoxious..

Your feet padded against the hard wood floor of the hallway as you made your way downstairs.

"Hey." You threw an effortless greeting at the kids without looking up.

You sighed and went into the kitchen to get a glass from the cupboard. Your eyes flickered over to the dining room, the table half in view, to see the boys who've grown up far too quickly chuckling with one another.

Lucas so happened to look over and smiled as he gave you a small wave. Mike noticed, and so did Dustin, causing them all to turn around.

"You look like a fucking zombie." Mike cringed at you.

Your jaw dropped as you scoffed and shook your head.

"Well, I did sleep for literally 4 hours." You pointed out.

"Thought atleast one of you little shits would have woken me up so I could get you dinner". You added in annoyance before moving to the fridge.

You rummaged around before finally retrieving the lemon you'd been looking for and moving back into the boys' view.

"Well, Eddie already ordered us pizza since you were too busy sleeping," Dustin said.

"Child neglect." Mike just had to throw at you, causing you to mouth a 'shut the fuck up' in his direction.

"Wait, who?" You raised an eyebrow at them as you grabbed a knife from the drawer.

A head appeared out from behind the wall, scaring the living hell out of you and causing you to almost throw your knife.

"JESUS FUCK! You scared- oh, wow, hi" You stared at the brown eyed boy who had a silly grin on his face and instantly blushed. 'oh wow' Really!?

He snorted out a laugh as he stepped forward, a heavily ringed hand sticking out in front of you.

"I, my lovely maiden, am Eddie. Eddie the Banished." His eyes flickered down at your body before locking back onto yours. "My last name is actually Munson.. not Banished."

The boys began to talk with one another again and you were grateful, considering you were making a complete fool out of yourself.

You reached forward to grab his hand as you shyly laughed.

"I'm.." You blinked a couple of times. His eyebrows raised and disappeared into his fluffy bangs in anticipation. You somehow forgot your name.

"-y/n." You blurted out.

He grinned widely, revealing his perfect teeth and deep smile lines, head lightly bowing as he held your hand before letting go.

"Well, we were just about to throw a movie on - if you wanted to join." He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and puffed his chest out.

You slowly nodded a few times, the gears in your brain having trouble working properly.

"This is a scary movie we are talking about, I hope?" You tilted your head in question.

"Is Children of the Corn scary enough for you?" He leaned his tall frame against the wall, one leg crossing over the other coolly.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Scary movies never really got to you. But if you get to sit next to him then.. suddenly, you find this movie terrifying.

"I should be able to hold myself together." You smirked up at him.

You turned around to go back to your task of cutting up the lemon for your water. Eddie didn't move an inch and instead raked his eyes down your body. You glanced over to him, his eyes fixated on your bare thighs. You cleared your throat.

"I can meet you guys in the living room?" You spoke without looking at him. You didn't want him to feel flustered about you catching him staring.

"Y-yeah, sure." He clumsily scurried to where the kids were.

You released a long breath and held your aching chest as he disappeared into the other room.

Eddie gave the kids pizza while you went to grab blankets for everyone. The larger couch in the living room has a pullout bed where the three boys stayed huddled together with the large pizza box in the center. You found it adorable, just like the old days.

"You need help up there?" Eddie calls up the stairs.

Your tongue sticks out from between your lips as you stretch your arms as high as you can to reach the top shelf of the closet.

"I'm- shit..!" Your fingers graze the corner of the blanket before your toes give out, and you slumped back onto your feet.

Eddie reaches the top of the stairs just as you slap your hands to your side in defeat.

"Please.." You sigh as you wipe the sweat from your forehead.

He chuckles and (unnecessarily) walks behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he easily grabs the blanket and tosses it over your head. You flail your arms and bunch it into your chest, sending him a playful glare, your hair messy and in your face.

"Eddie the Banished is about to really get banished." You lean forward and narrow your eyes as you blow the stray hairs out of your face.

"You are gonna banish me? Sweetheart, I'd like to see you try." He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, what does that even mean?" You slap his arm at his supposed dirty remark.

He holds where your hand made contact and throws himself against the wall, sliding down until he is a heap on the floor.

"No- no! Please! Don't banish me- I'll do anything!" He pleads as he grabs your ankle.

Your hand covers your mouth as you giggle at his over the top theatrics. He is fucking insane..

"Eddie.. get off the floor." You shake your head in disbelief.

"That's what you want me to do? I was hoping it would be something more like... you know-" He pauses his pleas and whispers.

"Wha- Eddie, get up!" You reach down and grab his arm, as if that will do anything.

He wears a mischievous smile as he stands and shakes his hair. You close your eyes and breathe out before walking past him to go downstairs. The boys didn't seem to notice either of you were gone and as you rounded the corner to the living room Eddie grabbed your arm.

"Hey, you should sit with me." His eyes flicked between yours, nervous that you'd say no.

You nodded your head and continued to the living room, blinking a few times as you see each of the boys already had their own blanket.

"Where did you get those?" You pointed to each of them.

Dustin looked at you as if you were stupid and pointed go the door on the opposite side of the living room. "The closet."

You stared blankly as they continued their conversation and looked at Eddie. His tongue was in his cheek as he stared back smirking and patted the cushion next to him on the empty couch. A wave of anxiety hit you as you approached him and slumped down. Eddie came upstairs after you. He must have known the kids already had blankets. You stilled when his thigh touched yours as he spread his legs.

Dustin shut the lights and started the movie, the entire room being enveloped in darkness.

You looked down at Eddie's legs and felt your heartbeat thump in your chest.

And Eddie, he was looking at your crossed legs and didn't miss the way they were clenching together.

The past thirty minutes have felt like an eternity. You were practically dripping into your shorts.

Your eyes shot down as Eddie moved one of his hands to his thigh and rubbed his palm against his rough jeans, slowly working his fingers toward you. You jumped when his fingertips barely grazed the outside of your thigh. He turned his head to look at you as he did it again, watching your chest rise as you took in a sharp breath. You let him put his whole hand on your thigh and leaned your leg into the touch. His hair tickled your shoulder as he grazed his lips against your ear.

"Is this okay, sweetheart?" He rubbed his thumb in circles and moved his hand slowly toward the inside of your thigh.

You silently nodded and moved the blanket onto your lap, spreading your thighs just a little.

Eddie hummed as he sat upright again and looked over to where the kids sat. Your fingers grabbed his wrist before they were able to meet your pussy. He quickly looked at you, understanding your knowing look.

You sat like that for the remainder of the movie. His hand on your inner thigh and both of you excruciatingly horny, though unable to go further for obvious reasons.

"Welp. We're gonna go for a bike ride." Dustin stood up and stretched, the others following suit as he flicked the table lamp on. They began to grab the empty soda cans from the side table.

"A bike ride now? It's going on 8pm -"

Eddie ripped his hand from your leg and stood up, discreetly fixing himself in his pants.

"We can clean up here, shoo shoo. Be back in an hour so we can watch another movie, the night is still young my sheepies!" Eddie shooed them away with his hands and pushed them out the door, each of them giving eachother puzzled looks.

You stood from the couch as Eddie came back into the room and began throwing the trash away while he moved the remaining pizza to the kitchen. There was so much tension that it was unbearable.

"So.." He started. Geez.. now it's even more awkward.

You really, really needed him. Anything from him.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he moved to sit on the couch again, roughly patting his lap. "Come here."

You shifted on your feet and rung your fingers together. The way your legs rubbed together made you want to moan- that's how desperate you were.

He spread his legs out and licked his bottom teeth as you stood in front of him. You put your hands on his shoulders as you moved to straddle his lap.

"Fuck.." He breathed out as his hands gripped your waist and pulled you tighter to him.

You turned your head in embarrassment of the situation.

"Hey-" He moved one hand to your jaw.

"Look at me." Eddie's voice was soft. You did as he said.

"Would it be cool if I like.. kissed you?" He asked before he pursed his lips and scrunched his eyes shut. As if you'd say no?

You giggled at his bashfullness as your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest.

He opened one eye to peek at you and then shut it again to shake his head in a giddy manner.

"Eddieeee.." You whined.

He opened his eyes and lightly laughed before leaning forward and brushing his nose against yours. You smiled when his breath touched your lips, causing him to laugh. He mumbled an apology before moving one hand to the back of your neck and drawing you into a soft kiss. You pulled apart for only a second before he roughly pulled you flush into him, your gasp being silenced by his mouth.

Eddie's fingers raked down your back and to your ass, gripping you hard and moving his hips up into you. You moaned and rolled your hips. He tore his mouth from yours and let his head fall back, his hair dangling over the back of the couch as you sat up.

"Holy fucking s-shit" He moaned with an open mouth and then clenched his jaw as he groaned.

You throbbed when you saw his neck muscles tense up. His chest was hot under your hands as you trailed them down to his pelvis, where you snaked your fingers under his shirt. Your hips ground into him, his jeans giving just the right amount of rough friction to throw you over the edge. His fingers tightened on your ass when you leaned down, tits pressing against his chest, as you latched your mouth onto his neck. You moaned as you felt your slick gush against your panties.

"Woah that.. that's f-fucking good." Eddie shivered as you licked and sucked up his neck to behind his ear.

His dick was rock-hard under you as you rolled your hips against it. Eddie moved his hands in between your bodies as you continued to devour his neck, his breath quaking while he fumbled with his belt and undid his jeans.

Only the thin layer of his boxers was keeping his raw dick hidden from you. You sat up and wiped the saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. Eddie's head remained on the back of the couch as he rolled it to the side to look at you. His hair was pushed back on one side revealing the dark marks you left on his neck. He probably has no idea. You smirked.

You palmed him through his boxers and could feel the wetness of his precum seeping through. He groaned from his throat and bucked his hips up into your hand.

"Please.." He breathed out, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You quickly stood up and removed your shorts, keeping the panties, before sitting back down. Eddie's mouth hung open while he watched your every move.

You positioned your clothed pussy over him and lightly dragged it along his boxers. You sighed in pleasure as the warmth of his dick met your pussy. You felt your slick slide between your folds as you pressed into him, letting your head fall back as you moaned his name.

"Y-you're.. oh god, you're so wet. You're gushing I can f-feel it." He pulled his head up and looked down where your bodies met. Your juices were seeping out of your panties and onto his covered dick.

"Wanna cum on you.." You mumbled, entire body heating up.

Eddie laughed from his throat and frantically nodded.

"And you will, baby. You're gonna fall apart just f'me, huh?" He put one hand back on your ass and another down to your pussy, running his fingers along the outside of your panties. "Fucking soaking.."

He held his hand in front of your face, sticking his glistening fingers together and separating to show the strings of your slick. Both of your breaths were hot and shallow as you continued to grind into him.

"Mm.. never tasted pussy before." He brought his fingers to his mouth and stuck his long tongue out, licking a long strip along his fingers as his dark eyes bore into yours and he moaned at the taste.

"Oh my god-" You choked out a moan and your nails dug into the skin of his waist as you began to roll your hips faster.

"Shit shit shit shit-" Eddie gasped and sat up, holding you by your waist and meeting his hips with each of your movements.

He mouthed at your collarbone and shamelessly moaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His teeth grazed your skin before he lightly bit down and messily kissed a trail up to your mouth. You bit and licked into eachothers mouths.

"Fuck yeah, just like that." He moaned into your mouth as your fast pace brought both of you closer to cumming. "Wanna-" He grunted as his movements stuttered. "Wanna come with you, sweetheart."

"Mhm.. mhm I'm close. R-really close." You kissed him deeper as he got more sloppy, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you against him while another hand came to grab your face. His tongue was almost down your throat, not that you were complaining. You tore away from him and babbled incoherently, head falling slack to your shoulder as your hips jerked against his as you reached your high. A loud cry rang throughout the room as you arched your back and fisted his hair tighter, legs beginning to shake with over stimulation.

"Okay.. woah that's hot -kay.. okay, okay, okay- FUCK." He let out a long guttural moan as he flopped backwards onto the couch.

Spurts of warmth spread from underneath you, both of your juices mixing together. Your chest heaved as you looked him over. He panted as he looked at you, his hair wild and splayed out across the back of the couch, some sticking to his cheeks, and his face flushed and sweaty. He gulped and wiped his face with the sleeve of his Hellfire shirt.

"C'mere.." Eddie motioned you closer, smiling like a complete dope while trying to catch his breath.

You layed on him and breathed out a relaxed sigh as he kissed the side of your head.

"Next time.. maybe we could go in my room?" You speak quietly against his chest, his heart thumping loudly in your ear.

"Next time!? Goddam.. you'll be the death of me, baby. Of course." His chest vibrated at he spoke, belly shaking when he laughed.

You sat up enough to look at his face.

"So you liked it then..?" You leaned in and pecked his lips.

"Seriously?" He grinned widely, just as he did when you first met only hours ago.

"That.. was fun. Shit."

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nahoney22 · 9 months

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hi! congratulations on 3k followers, massively deserved. I was wondering if you could do a request with a female reader? I loved ‘Need a hand?’ And I can’t stop replaying the scene where reader kisses echo to escape the guards and was wondering if you could do the same with the rest of the batch and who initiates it first? But can it be a little more on the suggestive side 👀… Up to you of course! I adore your stuff, especially echo works 😊 thanks! Take your time. 💕💕💕

The Perfect Plan***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: rather suggestive so 18+ only please, female reader, first kiss, kissing to escape guards/empire, touchy-feely, implied sexual content, explicit language, strip club, neck kissing, dry humping, lap dance/strip, mutual pining, non established relationships.

authors note: thank you! That fic is one of my favourites ever so I’m glad you like. Also, @clu-ven did something similar to this and they’re amazing so check theirs out too! 🤍

Echo

Echo was the one who initiated the plan, driven by the height of the chase and long-burning emotions.

"Echo, they're right on us. We have nowhere to go," you gasped, sweat trickling down your face. Assigned to retrieve crucial information from an imperial base, your discretion had failed and a swarm of guards were hot on your tail.

With determination, Echo took a cue from Fives (whether he bullshitted the idea to him before he wasn’t certain) and knew what he wanted to do. He silently took your hand, and you looked at him with wide, confused eyes, realising the danger of getting caught. "Echo-?" you started, but he drew you into an alcove in the dim alleyway, pressing his lips against yours.

The adrenaline rushed through you as the guards moved away, and you found yourself melting against his mouth. Neither of you pulled away despite now being in the clear after seeming like a couple having an intimate moment. Eagerly, he held your jaw, capturing your sweet whimpers as he pressed himself closer to you, seizing the moment that he may never get again.

“Echo,” you say his name again but this time it was sultry and needy, just saying his name felt amazing as your hands tug on his armour to bring him closer. He’s flushed against you now, his knee pressed between your thighs that leaves you hot and flustered. “Fuck,”

You whimper at the sensation, not being able to help but grind down against his limb that earns a low chuckle in response. “You’re making me so hard.”

When he pulls away, you gasp as he nips at your bottom lip as he parts, leaving you wanting more. “Shall we get out of here, sweetheart?” He asks, both flustered and a little smug at your reaction.

You quietly nod your head, linking your arm through his and take off. You had a lot to talk about on the way back to the Marauder.

Hunter

The club music blares, strobe lights flashing against your bodies as you and Hunter squeeze through the crowd, staying close to evade your pursuers.

"Hunter!" you shout over the music, and he looks over his shoulder, taking your arm and guiding you through the exotic dancers with the both of you feeling out of place. "We need to blend in!"

When the two of you get to the dance floor, surrounded by heated bodies that flushed and grinds against anyone, Hunter asks through gritted teeth, "Blend in how?" He senses the enemy getting closer.

You quickly assess the situation, scanning the dancing couples and then the more intimate couples… and an idea pops into your head. "Pin me up against the wall,"

“Huh?!” He stares at you wide-eyed and completely shocked at what you just said.

“Pin me up against the wall,” you suggest again moving closer to him, breath hot against his face and fully aware that it's a risky move that may even affect your relationship but you feel desperate to not get caught. "Now."

His eyes shift, but he complies. He grabs both of your hands, pushing you back into the corner of the club, pinning your arms above your head. Rougher than expected. Your heart races, not anticipating this to be so alluring, and you hope the music masks the sound of your pounding heart.

"You... you need to hide your face," you say, loud enough for him to hear, his long hair and tattoo being an obvious giveaway. When he gazes down at you, something in him snaps. He leans down, his breath hot against your neck…

“Hunte- OH!” You whimper in pleasure, his lips sucking and kissing along the exposure of your neck. His kisses like fire.

Your back arches in pleasure, flushing your body against his which only has him groaning in ecstasy, his length noticeable as it presses to your crotch. Has… has he wanted to do this as much as you wanted to? “I love hearing you whimper darling, don’t stop.” His hot tongue licks along your neck, up to your ear lobe that had you doing what he loved to hear as he gently starts to suck on it.

But, the plan worked.

Not only had the pursuers turned a blind eye to the both of you, you and Hunter went to find somewhere a little bit more private. His lips had moved to yours by now and your hands had moved to somewhere else too.

Wrecker

Wrecker's world stops the moment your lips touch his. The urgency of the pursuit fades away as he stands there, caught up in the unexpected moment. You had asked him to kiss you as a form of public display, but he hadn't fully grasped the seriousness until you literally jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around him as your lips met.

"Kiss me back, please," you whisper against him, a hint of desperation in your voice, seeking both safety from the guards and perhaps some deeper connection that is above his average flirting.

He responds, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you blend into the shadows, using the act of affection as a cover. The guards might be searching, but they don't seem to suspect anything between you two.

With one eye discreetly open, you notice the guards still in the area, and you realize you have to escalate the act. You whisper softly and enticingly, “Touch my breasts.”

“Are ya sure?” He rasps shakily, savoring the taste of your lips as he briefly pulls back to look down at your breasts, covered by a shirt. Nodding in confirmation, he slowly moved his hand over your stomach before he cups your breast in his large rough hand.

You gasp under the touch, loud and wanton as he starts to fondle them. “They feel so fucking good.” He grunts, not caring if this was just a small ploy but as you keen into him, your tongue begging entrance to his mouth, he knew it was more than that. He swallows your moans and claims your mouth with his own.

“Move along citizens!” One of the guards called out to the two of you but paying them no mind, they soon grunted in almost disgust and disbanded.

The Marauder shook pretty hard that night.

Tech

"We seem to have hit a dead end. These directions from Cid's buyers are, unsurprisingly, incorrect," Tech's annoyed tone echoes as both of you stand in front of a towering wall that was supposed to be your way out.

"I couldn't dislike her more than I already do," you sigh, rubbing your temples, trying to devise a plan to escape from the angry Weequays you just stole from. Normally, Tech would have a solution by now, but as he looks around, silent, you start to feel hopeless. Then, an audacious idea strikes you.

"Tech, I have an idea, but it's a bit bold," you announce.

Curiosity shines in his eyes, visible behind his helmet. "Speak quickly," he urges.

"You need to..." you hesitate, feeling a swirl of nervous anticipation as you notice the innocence and intrigue in his gaze, "you need to act like my boyfriend. Or, to put it plainly, like we're a couple."

"I'm not entirely certain how that will help," he responds, seemingly puzzled.

"Think about it. Girls are always fawning over Hunter at bars, and we cringe and look away," you explain rapidly, hoping he grasps the hint.

"A public display of affection," he nods, acknowledging that it might be the best alternative. "But I don't see how merely holding your hand will be effective in this situation."

You gulp, your heart racing. "You need to take off your armor. They'll recognize it, but they haven't seen your face." Although hesitant, he quickly starts stripping off his gear, and you struggle to control your breathing as he does it in a way that leaves you a bit weak-kneed. You've always found Tech attractive and harbored a small crush on him, but you wish it didn't take such circumstances to get a little closer to him. You can only hope it won't jeopardize your friendship.

With his armor out of sight, Tech turns to you, standing tall as he pushes his goggles up his nose. "What's next?"

Anxious and apprehensive, you take his hand and pull him closer, backing up until your back presses against the wall, causing his throat to bob nervously as he swallows. "Place your hand here," you whisper, guiding his hand to your waist and then the other to the wall beside your head, concealing both of you in shadows.

His breath is warm on your face, and his eyes scan the surroundings. "I estimate they'll be here in approximately thirty-seven seconds," he rasps, unexpectedly getting a little closer, his chest brushing against yours. "I need to tell you something quickly," he says suddenly, catching you off guard.

You blink, nodding for him to continue.

“I have always imagined pinning you up against a wall like this.”

Before you could even have time to react to his alluring tone, the sound of hurrying footsteps were heard nearby and that’s when Tech took action. His lips press to yours, frigid but warm but as you let out a very soft moan, his body relaxes into yours and soon he’s kissing you with an intensity that scorches your insides.

The sound and the thought of the Weequays had completely vanished from your mind, just relishing the feeling of you and Tech together as his fingers gently bite into your waist that had you flushing yourself against him in response.

“Such a good girl,” he rasps against your mouth, trailing his tongue along your lower lip that makes you almost keel over but luckily his hold on you keeps you stable and you burn hot as you feel the ache in his pants press against you. Hard.

After a short while, the kiss is broken and it comes to both of your attention that the pursuers were long gone. And they had been for a while but the two of you clearly got caught up in the moment. He smiles kindly at you before gently kissing your cheek, genuine and soft before pulling away.

“Allow me to put my gear back on and then I’ll be more than happy to hold your hand as we head back to the ship.”

This man surprises you more and more each day. Maybe your plan had spurred you both in the right direction after all.

Crosshair

As Crosshair and you were tasked with keeping a lookout on top of a building, you never expected your cover to be blown. As he observes the approaching enemies through his scope, Crosshair curses and urgently pulls you to your feet, rushing you inside the building.

"They're going to find us!" you express worry as he guides you through the stairwells until you both reach a door with loud music blaring from within. To your surprise, the settlement you were on top of is actually a club, specifically a strip club.

"Oh," you squeak, but before you can react further, Crosshair has already dragged you inside, heading towards the exit. However, both of you freeze as the door is flung open, the pursuers searching for you both, while the patrons and dancers continue to revel in the club's ambiance.

Then, an idea strikes Crosshair. "You can hate me later, but we have to do this."

Confused, you're about to ask what he means, but suddenly, he firmly grabs your waist, backing you into a dimly red-lit corner of the room and forcefully makes you sit on his lap on a nearby loveseat.

"Crosshair, what-.” you begin to question.

"We have to blend in," he grunts sternly, cutting you off and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you close. "Hide your face."

You’re completely flustered, never been so close to Crosshair before but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it because you did. You and Crosshair seemed to tip toe over each other's true feelings for one another quite often lately.

“We have to blend in properly in that case,” you whisper against him before quickly sitting back and he’s about to curse at you for not following his orders but his words are caught in his throat as you begin to slide your shirt off your body and grind your hips down on him.

He’s rendered speechless as he watches you but hey, if it does the trick… why not? His hands set on your waist, eyes now blown with lust as he gladly accepts this little lap dance from you, watching your hair fall past your shoulders as you tilt your head to the side, moving against him slowly.

“Look at you,” he starts with a coy smile, hand moving down to your arse and giving it a small squeeze, “have you done this before?”

“Not at all,” you rasp, a little nervous but feeling a heat course through your veins under his touch. You lean closer, nose just brushing against his, “are they still looking for us?” You whisper. He looks up carefully and nods his head, the enemy still in close range.

“Yeah. But you’re doing well.” He mutters, smirking in pleasure as he feels himself strain against his codpiece. He then groans as you grind down harder, his vision blurring with stars. “D-don’t stop.”

The cord had snapped and you launched forward, capturing his lips with yours to create the perfect plan of distraction. He kisses back feverishly, whispering your name. “That’s it, grind yourself against my cock.” He breathes into your mouth and you let out your own whimper of ecstasy.

“Anything for you.”

With the enemy way out of range now, this still didn’t stop the pair of you and in fact found somewhere more discreet to carry on this naughty moment.

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lonepantheress · 9 months

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i really love you

☆ pairing: kim gyuvin x reader

☆ genre: angst mostly! rlly not as romantic as i hoped

☆ warnings: yunjin le sserafim cameo

☆ wc: 3.3k

☆ a/n: i feel like i owe 1000 apologies and then some. this is the first thing that i've written in awhile. i know i've been MIA but life has really been chaotic. still i wrote this a few weeks ago and decided just to post since i haven't. i miss this blog and the lovely messages i'd receive. i hope you all enjoy <3.

You were often told that people envied your friendship with Gyuvin. You hadn’t known each other your whole lives, but it definitely felt like it. In fact, you considered yourself lucky to have a connection that goes so far beyond the surface level.

The depth of your bond presented itself in a way you considered unique. It was incredible to have someone who knew everything about you – who wanted to know everything about you. He was your shoulder to cry on and the most reliable person that you knew. You often found yourself with the fleeting thought of What if we were more than just best friends? But you brushed it off before you even gave yourself the chance to entertain it.

Still, it was no question to the people around you that you and Gyuvin were something more than best friends – even without that “Boyfriend-Girlfriend” label.

Which is how you found yourself in this position: You and Yunjin found yourselves in the same boat of “I-haven’t-know-you-my-whole-life-but-I-definetly-feel-like-I-have,” meaning you frequently spent your time with one another, and on a weekly basis you slept over at her apartment and vice versa.

You’d watch movies and do skin care and braid hair, but above all you exchanged secrets. Over months and months of sleepovers you found out about Yunjin’s secret spelling mishap of 8th grade, and she found out about your high school boyfriend who liked to call you “Sugar Plum” unironically. No matter how serious or ridiculous the secret, they came out naturally in the dead of night during almost every sleepover the two of you would have.

“I think, maybe, deep down inside, I am possibly harboring some feelings for Gyuvin.” The confession came out with the same pit in your stomach you get when you’re throwing up.

You sat across from Yunjin on her apartment bedroom floor with green face masks adorning both of your faces. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, your heart raced while you waited for Yunjin to give you some sort of response. When your eyes darted up at her, she looked at you wide-eyed and jaw-dropped.

The room seemed to hold its breath, almost as if it were waiting with you for Yunjin to say something. You were having one of those heart-to-hearts that you only have in the dead of night, admitting all kinds of secrets that you had to look deep inside to find. Still, upon hearing yours, she blinked a few times as if she was trying to process what she’d just heard.

“Wow,” she said softly, breaking the silence, “I mean, I already knew that! I just wasn’t expecting you to say it!”

You managed a weak smile in return, the corners of your lips shaking with nerves, “Yeah. Me neither.”

“Well? You haven’t said anything to him about it?”

“What? No! Oh god, no. That hurts my head just thinking about it, no. I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t.”

She didn’t understand you, but she understood the weight of your words and decided not to bother you about it anymore. Yunjin reached over and gently put her hand over yours, the warmth of her touch grounded you in that moment. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. You know I’m here if you need anything, right?”

The confession occupied the air between the two of you like a fragile secret. Now, the green face masks seemed oddly out of place. As if the intimate exchange had transcended the triviality of their original purpose.

Yunjin’s initial shock gave way to a soft smile, her eyes holding a mixture of empathy and understanding. The kind of understanding that could only be offered by close friends – knowing they may not comprehend the depth of your emotions, they will be there for you nonetheless.

You sighed heavily and turned your gaze to the ceiling, letting all those emotions you shoved down take their place in your heart. “I don’t even know what I’m feeling half the time,” you admitted, voice carrying a mix of frustration and self deprecation.

Yunjin chuckled, her eyes crinkled in the corners and the dry mask of her face cracked in sync. “Babe, feelings are messy! I don’t think mine ever follow a logical path.”

“God, tell me about it. It’s just… Gyuvin, you know? We’re just too good as friends. What if I ruin it?”

Your hand received a reassuring squeeze from Yunjin before she withdrew her touch, a pensive expression on her face. She leaned back on her arms, considering your words carefully.

“I mean – I personally don’t get where you’re coming from,” she began, voice gentle, “But think about it this way Y/n: if your friendship is as good as you believe it is, then it’s strong enough to handle some turbulence. Emotions aren’t always predictable, and that’s okay! What if some weird unspoken tension affects your friendship more than your harboring some secret feelings?”

You sighed again, staring at the tiles at the ceiling as if they’d give you the answer after a while. “I know. You’re right. It’s just scary…I don’t even care if he feels the same way, what if things get weird between us?”

Yunjin leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “Babe, look, I can’t predict the future. I do know that honesty is the best policy, though. He deserves to know the truth, but you deserve to express your feelings even more! Whether he reciprocates or not, it’s not in your control. What you can control is how you handle this moving forward.”

“You’re right,” you admitted, letting your head down to face her. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been avoiding this for. It isn’t fair to either of us.”

Yunjin smiled widely at you, mask cracking more and more. “Exactly! And you know what they say about regrets, right?”

“What do they say?”

“Well.. I don’t really know. But they have to say something about it! Look, if he truly values your friendship then he’ll appreciate your honesty.”

You smiled back at Yunjin, your own mask cracking from the movement in your face. Yunjin stood up and held her hand out for you to grab.

You reached out and took her hand, letting her help you up from the ground. The air in the room felt a little lighter now, as if the weight of your confession had been shared and the burden lessened.

“Come on,” Yunjin said, “Let’s wash these off and then go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning or something. And if things don’t work, I will happily accept a confession from you on his behalf!”

Despite the impact that your much needed heart-to-heart with Yunjin had on you, you still found yourself unable to take any immediate action (or any action at all, for that matter.) In fact, it was more like the opposite. Your behavior took an unexpected turn – one that puzzled those around you. To you, though, it all made perfect sense. You had finally sat down and confronted those feelings that you had long harbored, and you need some time and space to really process it. Particularly, time and space away from Gyuvin.

You shifted to practically being inseparable from one another to being distant and withdrawn. Those who’d grown accustomed to seeing you two together nearly every day were now met with your fleeting glances and casual avoidance. It was you who’d placed the invisible barrier between you and Gyuvin, leaving him equally confused by your sudden change in behavior.

Though, he didn’t know what exactly caused this sudden shift with you, he wasn’t blind to the cues you were throwing his way. He noticed immediately your short responses (if he had received one at all), and your excuses to avoid making any plans. He saw you take the long way from one place to another and he could only assume it was so you could avoid crossing paths with him. And while the biggest part of him wanted to know why, his brain told him to just let you deal with whatever it was you were dealing with.

This went on for three weeks before someone decided to mention it.

“What’s going on with Y/n?”

“What’s going on with Y/n?” Gyuvin scoffed at Matthew’s question and deadpanned, “If I knew that, she’d probably be here right now.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, “Man, don’t get mad at me. I’m just so used to seeing you guys together all the time. It’s weird to everyone to see you guys apart like this.” Matthew leaned against the table at the campus café that they both sat.

Gyuvin let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair, “You’re telling me? I’ve tried talking to her but she’s just… distant? I dunno. I can’t put a finger on why.”

“Did you guys have a fight?”

He shook his head, face full of frustration. “Is it bad if I say I wish we did? At least then I’d know what I did. She’s just been acting different. We used to spend hours talking about the dumbest shit and now it’s like pulling teeth to even get a few words out of her.”

Matthew took a sip from his coffee, gaze fixed on Gyuvin, “Maybe she’s going through something! Sometimes people start acting like that when they’re going through something personally. It could be something heavy, and she’s just not ready to talk about it yet.”

Gyuvin frowned at that idea, his mind was racing considering Matthew’s words. What could be so bad that you wouldn’t tell him? “You think so?”

Matthew nodded.

“I mean.. I don’t know, man. We’re always there for each other. If that’s the case then I wish she’d just let me in.”

Matthew gave a wide, reassuring smile before replying, “Maybe she will, eventually. Just give her some time. Try not to let her push you away completely, keep reaching out. Even if it’s just a, ‘Hey. How’s your day?’ text or something.”

Gyuvin nodded, trying his best not to acknowledge the little pit in his stomach that was gnawing at him, “I’ll do that. But I get to blame you if your advice sucks.”

With the days passing, Gyuvin took Matthew’s advice to heart. He started sending you the occasional message asking about your day or giving you an anecdote out of his. He wasn’t expecting lengthy responses, but he wanted you to know that he was still there regardless of whatever it was you were dealing with.

You, on the other hand, were dealing with all kinds of complex sentiments about your situation. To no one’s surprise, honesty was a much easier concept to speak about than it was in practice. That confession to Yunjin that night had opened a floodgate of uncertainty and fear for you. Part of you had expected your feelings to be reciprocated or to at least be brushed aside as a passing thought, but the reality was much more complicated. You’d unintentionally thrown a wrench in your friendship with Gyuvin, and it was past the point of you knowing how you could fix it.

You spent a lot of time thinking about it, your situation. You stared at your messages with Gyuvin and wondered if they’d be any different if you were honest. When you’d see him on campus laughing with his friends, your heart would ring itself out. Your close friends could notice the toll that it was taking on you, especially Yunjin. She was the only one who knew anything about what you were feeling, so she was the only one who could try to help.

She noticed how your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, or the heavy sighs that seemed to escape you involuntarily, or the way that you’d space out and think to yourself more often.

One night, you were both sprawled across her living room couch with a movie playing in the background. The atmosphere was interrupted by the loud chime of your phone. It sat on the coffee table in the center and the screen was lit up with a text.

“Who’s that?”

You both knew who it was. “Oh, probably my mom or something. I’ll just reply later.” You could lie all you wanted, but you couldn’t pretend that your situation wasn’t getting to you. The message was short and sweet, but it made your stomach erupt with butterflies while simultaneously giving you the urge to throw up. Hi, I’m thinking of you. Just wanted to check in and ask you about your day.

“Y/n.” Yunjin spoke softly, but she sounded stern. She wanted you to take her seriously and to let your walls down again.

“Yunjin.” You responded, putting your phone back down and looking her in the eye.

“I can see how much this is bothering you. It’s eating you up inside, isn’t it?” She sat up and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, pausing the movie before facing you again. Neither of you need to clarify what “this,” was because the heavy toll it had taken on your heart was evident to anyone who knew about your feelings.

You couldn’t stop the tears before they began to fall. You could only nod in response, unable to put your feelings into words.

“Babe, I think it’s time to face this head-on,” Yunjin suggested, maintaining a firm but gentle tone. “You can’t avoid him forever. It’s hurting the both of you.”

“But what if it makes things worse?” You whispered, voice trembling.

“I really, really, really don’t think you’d do that,” Yunjin sighed and faced you directly. “He asked me about you the other day.”

That only made you cry harder, feeling like your heart would just explode in your chest. “What’d he say?” You managed to ask through sobs.

“You know, he just wanted to see how you were. If everything was okay with you.”

“And what’d you tell him?”

“I told him that I couldn’t really say. That you’ll make the time soon to go talk to him.”

“Yunjin…” you trailed off and broke your eye contact with her, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy,” she began, “But, this distance? This awkwardness? It’s not doing you any favors. At least if you talk to him you’ll know where you stand.”

All you could do was nod before Yunjin brought you into a deep embrace, comforting you while you cried on her shoulder.

Over the next few days, you continued to wrestle with the decision of finally facing Gyuvin. The inner turmoil was beginning to reach its peak, you knew that you couldn’t keep pretending like he didn’t exist. Yunjin’s words echoed in your mind as a constant reminder to confront your feelings and put an end to the growing distance between you and Gyuvin.

One evening, as the sun began to set and cast a variety of golden hues over the city, you found yourself standing in front of Gyuvin’s favorite coffee shop. It was also your favorite, but you’d been avoiding it on the off chance that you’d see him there. Your heart raced as you took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to go inside. The bell above the door tinkled as you entered, scanning the cozy interior until your gaze met Gyuvin.

He was sitting by the window, engrossed in whatever assignment he was working on, his brows furrowed in concentration. The sight of him sent a rush of emotions through you – familiarity, comfort, and a twinge of nervousness. You scolded yourself internally for being scared to talk to your best friend.

You approached his table, cringing at how loud your footsteps seemed to sound in the otherwise quiet café. He looked up, surprise registering on his face before morphing into a warm smile.

“Hi,” he greeted, closing the books that littered the table and setting them aside, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Hi,” you echoed, your voice a little shaky, “Is it okay if I sit with you?”

Gyuvin’s expression to a more confused one, but his smile never faltered. “Of course you can sit with me,” he gestured to the empty seat across from him, “I would actually really like it if you did.”

You settled into the seat, avoiding eye contact with him. The silence between the two of you hung for a moment before Gyuvin decided to speak up, “Is everything okay with you? I feel like I never hear from you lately.”

You took a deep breath, your heart still racing. “That’s actually why I came here. I was hoping you’d be here so that we could talk.”

His brows furrowed slightly and his expression dropped, concern evident in his eyes, “You can tell me anything. Please, talk to me.”

“I really love you Gyuvin.”

Gyuvin smiled earnestly at you, “I love you too. You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

You sighed and looked him in the eye before repeating yourself, “No, I mean, I love you.”

Gyuvin's eyes widened, and he seemed momentarily taken aback by your confession. He opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully.

You cut him off before he could speak, “I just – I sort of realized it one night and I couldn’t figure out how to face you? I didn’t know how, so I just didn’t. And I know it was wrong and I know I should’ve just been honest with you and I just….” you trailed off and looked for some sign of understanding in his eyes.

There was a passing moment of silence where your eye contact was never broken, but you could feel your heart drumming against your chest while the lights in the café began turning on to account for the lack of the sun.

“I love you too.”

Your eyes widened and you waited to respond out of fear that the butterflies in your stomach would fly out if you opened your mouth. “You love me?”

“I really love you,” he mimicked your earlier statement.

You laughed a bit and let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, reaching a hand out to intertwine with Gyuvin’s. “I was so scared. That by telling you I’d ruin our friendship. That scared me more than anything.”

"Y/n, you have to understand that our friendship is incredibly precious to me, like a guiding light in my life. But you… you're more than that. And now, it's as if our bond is being woven even tighter, stronger, because we're entrusting each other with the most vulnerable parts of ourselves." Gyuvin's voice softened, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "It's a kind of feeling that I never want to lose."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at his words, tears welling up in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, “I should’ve talked to you sooner. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his free hand. “You’re here now. We’re here now and that’s what matters.”

You chuckled through your tears, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yunjin was right, you know. She told me I needed to face this head-on.”

“I never thought I’d say this about her, but you have a pretty smart friend,” Gyuvin teased, his smile widening.

You both laughed, the tension in the air dissipating. It felt like a heavy fog had been lifted for the both of you, leaving a clarity that neither of you had seen before. The café seemed to fade into the background as you focused on each other.

“So…” you began, “What do we do now?”

Gyuvin leaned in a little closer, his eyes locked onto yours. “I think you owe me, at the very least, a date for what I had to put up with this past month.”

You nodded, stifling your giggles from him before responding, “I think I can make that happen.”

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wrestletotheground · 1 month

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pierced - ross macdonald x reader

cw: 18+ minors dni!!! smut, sub ross (ik I'm losing the run of myself), established relationship, nipple piercings, sexual tension, sending nudes, ab riding, unprotected sex

a/n: the long awaited Nipple Piercing Gf Fic™️ is here at last 🥳 this took way too long to be this mid but enjoy whores <3 (esp anon who requested this months ago oops)

wc: 2.8k

today is the day. you're finally seeing ross after 3 weeks of him being away on tour. he's arranged to have you flown in to one of the shows and to spend a few days with him and the band.

as you walk through the arrival gates of the airport, you're instantly met with three familiar faces. george, matty and ross are standing watching the door, waiting for you. as soon as they see you their faces light up. of course you run straight to ross, who's walking towards you with his arms out holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. he embraces you in his arms, both of you gushing about how much you missed each other while your face is buried in his chest.

you pull away after a few moments and take the flowers, your heart melting at the gesture, to greet the others. matty brings you in for a hug, a sleepy smile on his face as he exclaims how they've all been dying to see you.

george does the same, and when you step back he's the first to notice the new piercings poking through your t-shirt. he looks up at you, a knowing look in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his mouth. 'oh he's going to lose his mind', he says quietly with a grin. you giggle and hit his arm lightly, then make your way over to ross again.

that's when he catches sight of them. he's been staring at you ever since you approached him but now his eyes are instantly drawn to the metal balls of your nipple piercings showing through the cotton of your baby tee. his jaw practically hits the floor before his face catches up with his brains and he looks back up at you, wide eyed. you smile innocently as he looks away, rubbing his lip with his hand and smiling to himself in an attempt to hide how flustered he's getting. 'what?' you cock your head to the side, acting oblivious.

'baby.. did you..' his gaze flicks back down as he speaks, staring in disbelief. 'I got them done the day after you left, thought you'd like a little surprise after being away for so long,' you say. 'fucking hell,' he mutters, his face flushed. he adjusts his jeans not-so subtly and shifts his stance, clearly getting worked up over the jewelry.

'you like them?' you ask with a smirk. 'do i like them?? darling if it wasn't frowned upon to fuck you in public i'd know what they taste like already'. you glance over at the others who are most definitely in earshot of the unfiltered sentence that's just left your boyfriend's mouth but it's not like they haven't heard worse from the two of you before anyway.

'right lovebirds, off we go. this car's not gonna drive itself,' george states, flicking his keys in his hand before setting off towards the car park. him and matty lead the way with you and ross following closely, just far enough behind so you can both talk properly.

the entire walk ross has you on his arm, every so often leaning in to whisper vulgar promises of the things he's gonna do to you once you're alone later. your other hand grips onto the bouquet tightly as your whole body burns with desire for him already, and you've only just arrived. this is going to be a long day.

the four of you are settled and on the road when matty explains the plan for the day to you. 'so we're going straight to the venue for sound check, then out for dinner with everyone, then it's showtiiime baby'. ross's eyes widen and his head snaps towards the front of the car. 'wait a minute, what? I thought we were going back to the hotel first,' he says, trying to hide the desparation in his tone as he looks over at you.

'no time, sorry mate I know you've missed her but it'll have to wait til later,' matty replies, throwing you a wink in the rear view mirror. 'right fuck off,' he laughs, covering his face and hanging his head in exaggerated shame. you stifle a giggle, grabbing hold of his hand that's resting on the middle seat.

the rest of the car ride is simmering with tension between you and ross. although you're acting casual with the other two in the front seats, you can't help the pulsing ache that's building in your core, worsening every time you catch the glint in his eyes as you're talking.

sound check goes pretty well, and it's great to be reunited with the rest of the band and crew that you've missed from last time you were on tour with them. well, except for the fact ross keeps getting distracted by you, messing up bass lines that have been purely muscle memory for years every time he glances over to the edge of the stage where you're sitting chatting with carly. every time you catch his eye you give him a smile and an encouraging nod to let him know you're listening to him play.

as sound check finishes, everyone agrees that they don't want to go anywhere too fancy to eat, and that's how you find yourself in the booth in the corner of a local retro style diner. ross is involved in nearly every conversation you're a part of, completely enamoured by you as usual. you're in the middle of a conversation with him, polly and john about their spotify wrapped when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, leaving the three of them talking amongst themselves.

you lock the cubicle door behind you when an idea springs to mind. you sit on the closed toilet lid and take your phone out of your pocket. you open the camera, lifting the hem of your tshirt up to your neck and leaving your whole chest on display. you cover one of your tits with your open palm, making sure to have the nipple on show through your spread fingers. you snap a few pictures and then flick through them quickly to find the best one that shows off every curve just right. you open your chats with ross and hit send without a second thought.

ross's phone buzzes on the table and when he checks to see the picture in his inbox he nearly chokes on his drink. he rushes to hide his phone under the table, earning strange glances from a few of the others, which quickly dissipate into the back of his mind when he turns down his brightness and enlarges the picture. his pants suddenly feel too tight, and he's fighting the urge to run into the bathroom and bend you over the sink there and then, make you scream for him. he clicks the phone off and shoves it into his back pocket, clearing his throat to cover the desperate groan that lingers in his throat.

you saunter back over to the table with your boyfriend's flustered gaze watching you the whole way. he leans in close to you as soon as you're sat. 'you're killing me, love,' he whispers. 'oh baby, it'd be no fun if i wasn't, you know that,' you reply in a hushed tone, planting your hand on his thigh as you take a sip of your diet coke.

the concert goes pretty well, except for the fact that ross is distracted by the thought of you the whole time, standing side stage watching and waiting for him.

he's never been more thankful for the fact he plays bass so low as it covers the achingly obvious bulge in his trousers that's there practically the whole two hours they're performing.

the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and ross literally couldn't wait a second longer than necessary to be alone.

after an excruciating elevator ride alongside a tired, unassuming businessman, you finally get to your hotel room. he's fumbling with the key as you wait impatiently beside him, already shivering at the thought of his touch.

he finally gets the key to work and barges through the door, barely having a chance to slam it behind the two of you and flick on the light before he has you pinned against the wall, kissing and grabbing at you like a starved man. his mouth melts against yours, his taste almost overwhelming.

your jacket falls to the floor behind you, giving him a full view of your hardened nipples through the tshirt again. 'get this off darling, need to see you,' he mumbles, already dizzy at the feeling of you against him at last.

you oblige, making a bit of a show out of it just to tease him even more. you fling it onto the floor behind you and he nearly falls to his knees at the sight. literally. he gets on his knees in front of you so that the piercings are at eye level with him, utterly enraptured by you. 'fuck,' he mumbles, before burying his face in your chest, moving around to swipe his tongue over the place he's been dying to taste all day.

you grab his head and pull him further into you, the pressure making your head spin. your head rolls back and all you can hear are your own sugary sweet moans and the wet noises of his mouth working it's magic on you.

'get on the bed, need to be on you,' you say through stuttered breaths. he moans into your tit, reluctantly moving his head back up to yours and dragging you over until he falls onto the bed with you between his legs.

you immediately pull his top off, throwing it off somewhere behind him. you watch the way his necklace bounces onto his chest and nearly fold at the sight of him. then without warning you pull down your trousers and practically jump onto him, pushing him down onto his back. his eyes flash with darkness, muttering under his breath as he drinks in your body greedily. you shuffle down to undo his pant zipper, a hungry look plastered across your face. after some fumbling and a nod of approval from him, you manage to get his jeans and briefs off, leaving him fully undressed and achingly hard.

the second you're back on top of him he pulls your neck down to meet his lips in a bruising kiss, practically devouring each other.

the sudden contact of your spread cunt with his skin makes you gasp, he's real, he's there. much as you tried over the past few weeks, your hand has been a weak replacement for him, for the way your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces of euphoria.

you hook your finger under his chain, tugging it towards you with just enough force to make the gold metal dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to strain up towards you.

'are you gonna be a good boy and let me get off first or do you want me to make you beg for it?' you're practically mewling to him, tilting your head back and looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

'yes- ah- fuck- please love, use me- mfh,' he whines, biting his lip as you roll your hips back, your ass pressing against his aching cock.

you start to grind slowly on his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tighten and contract with every breath. his belly has always been one of your favourite parts of him, and you make sure he knows it.

'fuck, i've missed you baby, missed this,' you moan, the friction hitting just right as he arches up into you ever so slightly.

he grabs a strong hold of your hips, guiding your movements and gaping up at you. 'that feel good?' he asks shyly. 'so fucking good, you've- mmh- no idea.' that's clearly exactly what he needed to hear, you can feel his cock jumping at your words, tipping off your lower back.

you can feel your slick spreading down further by the second as you near your peak, nearly reaching your thighs.

he pulls you closer onto him, desperate to please you as he rocks your pussy over him. 'god, I'm gonna cum, you feel so good, fuck.' you study his face, in a state of hazy disbelief over how hot he is, and your stomach tightens rapidly when you hit a certain angle. 'right there- keep going- ughhhh GOD ross.'

your orgasm washes over you in waves as your eyes roll into your head, trying to keep your shaky figure from falling onto him as you ride out your high. his fingertips dig into your sides and his eyes glaze over with lust, fixated on your every move. 'you're so fucking beautiful falling apart on me like that,' he whispers. 'you're fucking perfect, I love you,' you reply, smashing your mouth against his again, messier this time.

the hairs that litter his lower stomach are soaked, covered in you. just below that his cock is leaking and swollen, looking like he could cum right there and then untouched, and the sight alone makes your mouth water.

'since you've been so good for me, what do you want?' you ask, running a hand down his face and around the back of his neck.

'you, fuck, ride me, please' he stutters, chest rising and falling rapidly under you. as though any inhibitions have been wiped from his brain.

he's so desperate it's honestly cute. it's rare that he's so submissive but you're relishing in the power rushing to your head.

's'that what you want baby?' he nods his head quickly and his hips lift into you subconsciously, desperately. you rise up on your knees and shuffle backwards, lining him up with your dripping entrance.

he's barely inside you and he's already straining and groaning, his face turning red as he tries his best to hold out for you. you start moving up and down with fervor, greedily chasing your own high again. you can tell neither of you are going to last long with the fact you've been apart for so much time.

his eyes are drawn to the piercings again and he looks up at you pleadingly. you lean forward, starting to circle your hips as he dips his head down to take one in his mouth. your eyes roll back as the feeling of his tongue circling your sensitive nipples sends electricity shooting through you. 'fuck, knew you'd love it baby,' you moan, your hand running through his hair, tugging lightly every time he hits just right. his thighs tremble under you as you continue your unrelenting pace.

'being so fucking good for me,' you say, just to tease him even more. his eyebrows wrinkle and you can feel his movements getting less and less controlled, signalling that he's close.

'please, can I cum, please, mmh, need it,' he whines. his grip on your waist tightens as he pleads, teeth digging into his lip so hard you think it might bleed.

you lean down, never slowing your pace, and whisper in his ear.

'let go. cum for me, pretty boy'

his brain all but shuts down as his climax instantly crashes over him. unrestrained curses and groans fall from his raw red lips as his warmth pulses inside you. his hips buck off the mattress, burying his cock deeper inside you than before. the look on his face, eyes creased in ecstasy and jaw slack in pleasure is what tips you over the edge. with a final roll of your hips into him, the band inside you snaps. fireworks dance across your vision, crying out as you grip onto his shoulders, practically convulsing.

'fuckkkfuckfuck thank you, thank you,' he whimpers, eyes blown out with lust as he stares at you in awe. you finally let yourself collapse onto him, completely exhausted. his chest heaves under you as both of you catch your breath.

you prop your chin up on his chest, faces inches apart, letting comfortable silence envelop the two of you. his cheeks heat up, as if the realisation is dawning of just how submissive he's been. 'did you like that baby?' you ask. 'fuck, I loved it, you need to do that more often,' he laughs.

you sit up suddenly when you feel something dripping out of you slowly, and giggle at his reaction. his jaw is dropped, eyes focused on your core before he blinks and comes to. 'god, sorry- I just- right, let's get cleaned up,' he says, leaning up on his elbows. you press a kiss to his forehead to which he smiles, before following you up into the bathroom.

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pitconfirmbutton · 1 year

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summer roses and winter strawberries (III) | lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

wc: 5328 words

warnings: controlling relationship (not an f1 driver, oc), physical abuse, emotional abuse, eating disorder/not eating, smoking, estie being the comedic relief once again, seb is the best grid dad ever

part 1 - wildflowers and fruits

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Lance opened his eyes, wondering what had pulled him from his sleep. Instead of checking his phone, where he would have seen a message from Pierre and Charles letting him know that they would be there in 15 minutes, he let himself focus on the head that currently lay on his chest, body sprawled out to his left. He tried to move slowly, allowing himself a peek at the woman who was sleeping soundly on him. You looked content, a small upturn on your lips and your hand resting over his right shoulder. Lance let himself play make-believe for a second, pretending that the wedding you were preparing for in just 26 days was one where you would walk down the aisle to him instead. He pushed the feeling of nausea that came with your engagement to Harry back into his stomach, trying to not let it ruin the moment he was in right now.

You groaned, slowly blinking your eyes open to look around, slightly confused before you remembered the events of last night. “Morning beautiful. Did you sleep ok?” You didn’t remember the last time you had woken up to someone caring about your sleep. It had been a long time.

“I slept so well, how about you?” You tilted your head to look up at him, his cheeky grin looking back at you. “Best sleep I have had in a long time,” Lance said, running his fingers through your hair.

“Hey, you don’t um… you don’t regret last night, do you?” His genuine worry made your butterflies come back, he was terrified that you would wake up and not want to be with him. He was scared that last night might’ve made you think you were better off with Harry. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Lance… I have no regrets, I want you just as much as I did the first day we met, probably even more. You have my heart.” He pulled you into his lap, kissing you with the same amount of passion that he did last night. As he began to kiss down your jaw and neck, whispering sweet nothings as he went, the doorbell to Lance’s apartment rang.

You were both staring at each other wide-eyed before your heads whipped around to the clock. 11 am. “Shit” and with that you had tried to scramble off Lance’s lap, gotten your foot caught in a sheet and went tumbling onto the floor with a loud thud. Lance barely had time to check you were ok before you shot up from the floor and pulled him off the bed too.

“Go open the door! I need to get ready.” You whisper shouted at him, the amused smile on his face only slightly annoying you, although you were mostly just as amused as him.

“Can I at least put on some pants first?” He questioned with a smirk, as he raised his hands out by his side, letting you bathe in all his glory. Your face was expressionless for a second before you answered. “Duh. Now go!!”

You ran back to your room, trying to find a pair of shorts and a hoodie to throw on as Lance made his way to the door, the bell had rung out another two times in the house as you both scrambled about.

Lance grabbed the door handle, ripping it open before they could ring again. In front of him stood Pierre and Charles. “Nice of you to let me know you were coming over,” Lance said sarcastically as he gave the boys a pat on the back quickly. “We texted you, were you busy?” Pierre answered back, his mouth in a slight smirk.

“Nah, just overslept, come in.” Lance moved aside opening the door for them to enter. “I was about to make some coffee, do you want some?” Lance said as he walked into the kitchen, Charles and Pierre sitting down at the countertop.

“Oh yes please.” “Yeah me too thanks mate.” “Ooh, you’d be a legend.” You called out as you walked into the kitchen, Lance nodding at you, turning to turn on the coffee machine.

Your jaw dropped and you watched as Charles’ eyebrows shot up, a smirk hiding on his face as he tried to be subtle. But if Charles was subtle, Pierre was crude. “Oh mon putain de dieu” (Oh my fucking god) was all Pierre shrieked out, his head flying back as he let out a screeching laugh as he clapped his hands. Lance swung back around, confused at the commotion, to be met with Pierre crying of laughter, Charles biting his tongue, a smirk growing on his face and you with your head in your hands, muffling soft giggles.

“What?” was all Lance could mutter out, confused as to what elicited the reaction.

“Did you get attacked by a bear or something, mate?” Charles chuckled out, as Lance furrowed his brows at him. Just as Lance was about to ask him what he meant, his eyebrows shot up and he had to fight to keep the smile off his face, failing miserably. He reached up behind his head, itching his neck coyly. “Something like that.”

Pierre and Charles, both slowly spun their bar stools around, facing you with questioning looks on their faces. “I think I have a nail clipper back at mine if you need it, ma pêche. You are more than welcome to borrow it.” Pierre loved stirring the pot, always had, ever since he was young, running around in his Redbull cap, trying to get a rise out of Charles or yourself.

You wanted to deny it but the blush spreading across your cheeks would indicate that was a lie. You didn’t know quite what to say, Charles realised jumping in to save you.

“As long as you’re happy, then we are happy, ok?” Charles smiled softly at you, you smiling back in gratitude. “But,” he said sternly as he spun back to Lance. “Keep in mind that Pierre and I here have happily talked about ways to kill her fiance and if you do anything to hurt her, I will shunt you right into the wall on turn 1 for a whole season.” Charles was smirking at Lance, trying to indicate that it was a joke said to reassure you rather than a judgement on his character. “I would hope so” was all Lance said back, smiling at you as he said it.

Lance put on a shirt and you all sat on the balcony together, drinking coffee, talking about everything and pretending that you didn’t have to leave this evening back to the devil. You’d kept your phone off as much as possible but like clockwork, your phone rang out, Harry’s name popping up on the screen, the three men with you freezing in place like it was a snake showing its fangs. Lance let himself enjoy the fact that Harry had no emoji or photo on his contact, something he knew you did with everyone else.

“Leave it!” Charles yelled as you went to pick it up. You froze, eyes wide as you looked between them. You knew you had to pick it up. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t. “Elle doit le faire, espèce d'idiot” (she has to, you idiot) Pierre said hastily, sliding the phone towards you.

You picked it up, looking at Lance who gave you a small comforting nod. You smile back sadly and rose from your seat, heading inside to the quiet of the apartment. The boys followed closely behind, wishing to protect you from a few metres away.

“Hey.” You quickly looked up at the boys perched on the couch as your paced back and forward, trying to dull your nerves.

“Do they know?” Harry wasn’t yelling but he projected well, and Pierre, Charles and Lance were able to hear him. Pierre’s back straighten and his jaw tightened at Harry’s words. Charles gritted his teeth, anger filling him when Harry didn’t even bother to ask how you were, how your trip was going. Lance just closed his eyes, listening but also trying to block out other stimuli, every other thing being close to sending him spiralling.

You froze for a second, the magnitude of his question kicking in. You had to make it as believable as possible, if he didn’t believe you, you were as good as gone.

“We have spent the whole time looking for dresses, Harry. Hanna only cared about that and what my ring looked like. So no, they don’t know.” Your eyes briefly looked over at them again and then dropped. The lies flowed from your mouth with ease now, too natural and normal. Lance felt himself worry at the way you could lie so easily, a small part of him worrying that what you had was a lie too.

“Good, because you know what I do to you if they find out, sweetheart. Purple really is such a beautiful colour on your skin.” You let your head drop, your hand coming to your mouth to hold in a sob that threatened to make its way to the surface.

Charles shot up from his seat, his fists balled tightly as his chest heaved. He had only ever had brothers, never understanding Jules when he would talk about how he’d end the life of any man that hurt his sister… until he met you. The little sister figure of so many drivers, even if you were older than some of them. Charles would watch your F3 races before he raced, a sense of pride blooming in him. Despite your beautiful appearance, your sweet loyalty and incredible intelligence, Charles had only ever looked at you as one of his greatest friends and the sister he never had.

And right now, true to Jules’ word, he was going to punch the living daylights out of Harry.

Pierre grabbed his hoodie sleeve, forcing him to sit back down on the couch, for once being the rational mind the group needed to stay out of trouble. Plus, Harry couldn’t know that they were with you, so for now they had to shut up and bare it.

They turned to Lance who was just dissociating at this point. His eyes were tightly closed but the glistening of tears could just be seen from the corner of them. Pierre wrapped an arm around his shoulder, trying to silently comfort him as best as he could at that given moment.

When they turned back to you, your hand had dropped back to your side but tears had started to slide silently down your cheeks. The look in your eyes was one of begging, begging them to save you from this reality.

“I’m sure Lance told you just how hard it was to drive with broken wrists, you’d definitely be out of championship contention then.” The sob finally left you, echoing through the room and down the phone line.

“Oh honey, you sound so pretty when you cry but I need you to tell me the truth, do they know?” His voice was sickly sweet but you had never felt so scared. Had your lie not worked this time?

“I... I told you Harry, no one knows, please, I am telling the truth.” Your begging and babbling made him chuckle and you were sure he could hear the way you were hyperventilating

“I know, you’re not stupid enough to tell them. If the way you screamed last time was any indicator, you will never misbehave again. A car will be waiting for you at Narita airport.” Beep. He had hung up on you and that meant that you could finally collapse to the floor.

The boys were at your side before you had even sunk to your knees. “Is this how he always talks to you?” Charles was the only person in the room with enough resolve to talk, not as overcome with anger, sadness or fear.

You nodded. Lance slowly grabbed your hand, stroking it with his thumb but before he could think, you had thrown yourself into his lap, curled yourself into an upright fetal position and closed your eyes. Lance pressed a kiss to your head and tucked you into him, understanding that you didn’t want to talk right now but rather just needed to feel support.

Charles and Pierre looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, small smiles crossing their lips. It was the polar opposite, seeing you being held and cared for, compared to that phone call, but they could get used to that reality.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok? He has laid his hands on you for the last time.” Lance knew it was a promise completely out of his control but one he needed to make all the same.

---

Saying goodbye to everyone was the worst pain imaginable. It truly felt like you were never going to see them again. Spending time with your loved ones made you feel like yourself again. You could joke around, sleep, eat and most importantly, be loved.

A goodbye to Pierre, Charles, Esteban, Lando and Mick had been bizarre.

Pierre was angry, not at you but at the world, holding you close and telling you that as long as you were in the same city, he was only ever 15 minutes away at most. That he would break laws to get to you. That he would break laws to protect you. He was also quick to remind you that if he saw Harry do something even remotely shifty while in the paddock, he and Danny would have him on the ground before he could blink. You chuckled and hugged him back. “I don’t doubt it for a second, Pear. Thank you.”

Charles was as composed as he could be. You could see it cracking, the genuine worry seeping through but he told himself that if he just stayed positive then it would be alright. He knew it didn’t work like that but at that moment he couldn’t do anything to help you yet but he knew that things were beginning to look more positive and he had to hope that would continue. A hug and a kiss on each cheek did calm you down and you already felt a little more ok with leaving them. Your friends gave you strength just by being near you. “I will see you on the podium at Suzuka, ok?” You nodded back.

Esteban was his usual fun-loving self. Although, much like Charles, it was in the hope that it might just take your mind off everything for a while. He pulled you in for a hug and rested his chin on your head before swaying you back and forward a bit. He looked down at you with a toothy grin and you felt your heart swell. He had been an F3 driver with Prema when you started and you had both gotten along extremely well right away. Your laughter was often heard echoing out at the Prema HQ or at events and you were both usually talking about something completely random on trips away together, like that time you played Eye-Spy on the team bus the whole 3-hour journey between tracks, much to the annoyance of everyone else. Your smile grew as you remembered the memory. “See you soon, écureuil” giggling as he rolled his eyes at the nickname, although the smile never left his face. “You sure will, ma petite fraise.”

Lando looked lost and scared as he stared at you and for a second all you could see was a little McLaren driver, his helmet tucked under his arm like a safety blanket, his eyes darting around the paddock to see who was watching him, afraid of judgement, scared to not fit in. You had been perched on the Ferrari pit wall, a perk of your driver academy at the time, headphones on as you watched Q3. You had caught sight of Lando as you turned to watch Seb come in for a pit stop. He was standing just inside his garage and for the first time, you had taken pity on him. Through the years, he had been there like an annoying thorn that had gotten caught in your sock as you walked. His laugh was always shrill, his confidence over the top and he had never stopped to introduce himself to you once. Arrogant brat. The fact that he had gotten a seat straight out of F2 after placing 2nd had annoyed you so much more when you had won in 2019, only to become a reserve driver for Ferrari. But that day, as he stood in his garage after being eliminated in Q1 you realised that you had been all wrong, his laugh was a facade, his confidence was fake and his lack of introduction had been from his nerves. After quali you had gone straight up to the McLaren motorhome, knocked on the front door and asked for Lando. You had said that you were really impressed with his drive and that he “should keep it up because I won’t be so easy to beat when I get a seat”. He had appreciated the joke and ever since then, you were friends, a relationship built of banter, sim racing and a mutual hate of insects.

None of that changed that he stood here in the present day, looking like he had back in 2019, so unsure of the future that it was eating him whole. “Hey, you know I’m not going down without a fight, right?” Lando nodded and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Oh Lando, come here.” You opened your arms and pulled him into a hug. “We are in the same hotel, I will still see you every day. I will message you too. Promise.” He seemed happy with this answer and squeezed you tightly before letting go of you.

Mick slung his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side. You were both watching as everyone went back to distracting themselves, avoiding looking at you so as not to upset themselves again. Mick turned to look down at you and you returned his gaze. “Please tell me you’re not going to walk down that aisle.” You let yourself think about it for the first time this trip. You were going to do everything to not marry Harry, hoping that Lawrence Stroll had something helpful up his sleeve to save you but if it got to the day and you had no ‘out’, the only safe thing you could do was get your white dress on and do it.

“Oh my god, you really are going to do it?” Mick didn’t look angry or disappointed at you, just hurt that you really had no other choice. “I don’t want to. That doesn’t mean that I won’t need to.”

“You know Lance will be there in the getaway car if it comes to it, right?” He chuckled and you forced yourself to as well, the image of you trying to stuff your stupid, puffy, princess dress into his Aston Martin Vantage making you at least smile, even if the implications were much sadder.

“I know he will. It might come to it.” You looked back at Mick and gave him a thoughtful smile. “You know we will all be there if it comes to it, ok?”

“Ok.”

---

You sat in the passenger seat of Seb’s car, the tear stains drying on your cheeks as the airport grew closer. You had held it together before you’d had to say goodbye to Lance and that is when you both fell apart. You’d both see each other in just one day but it would be different. No longing looks across the room, no stolen kisses, he couldn’t drape his arm around your waist, and you were most likely not even going to get to talk.

It pained you but you were doing it for his safety. Your safety too in a way but it was starting to feel like you stopped caring about that a long time ago. You had always been defiant, it was in your nature, in your career. No woman made it to the top without defying the odds, defying the haters and defying the old, white men who ran Formula 1. If you had listened to men, you would not be in motorsport, let alone in the pinnacle of it. You suspected that same sentiment was keeping you from being pulled under, into the dark abyss that could very quickly become your relationship with Harry.

“You alright, kiddo?” Seb was still looking ahead at the traffic but he could see you deep in thought in his peripherals. “As good as I can be.”

You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. You had a question burning on your tongue and you knew it was now or never.

“Actually…” Seb turned to quickly look at you, giving you an encouraging smile, signalling that he was listening deeply, even if his eyes were trained ahead. “If I do have to walk down the aisle, would you… would you walk me down? Please.”

You had wanted it to be different, he did too but if you had to, you wanted him by your side. You hadn’t talked to your parents in 6 years, telling them they were out of your life the day you turned 18. You had been low contact even before then but freeing yourself was the best thing for you. You had wanted to race, it is all you ever wanted but you wondered if it started as a way of winning your parent’s love, trading trophies in for hugs and kisses. You would drive that cadet kart around the track until your hands were bleeding under your gloves and your foot could no longer push on the brake pedal with enough force to stop you from spinning off into the gravel. That was gone and thankfully never coming back and in its place, a 29-year-old German Ferrari driver had offered his services. A relationship that started as a mentor-mentee soon became closer to father-daughter. Hanna had confessed to you two years back how she was unable to have children and how happy she had been when you came into her life.

“I would be honoured, blossom. Just on one condition.” Your head whipped to look at him, curious about what words were coming next. “I get to walk you down the aisle to Lance some day.” You tried to hide your smile but the blush that covered your cheeks outed you and your happiness.

“Deal.”

---

You sat in the back of the car, heading to the hotel from Narita airport, trying to avoid thinking about the temper Harry would have when you entered. You opened your phone and quickly scrolled down a fair bit opening a groupchat:

Paddock Princesses

In it was Carmen, Lily, Elena and yourself. Another set of friends that you had lost contact with.

“Hey, I know it has been a while, I miss you all a lot. I am sure the boys have told you what is going on but I need some bridesmaids and I cannot think of anyone else I would rather have with me. I completely understand if you don’t want to be, I know I have been a bad friend. I love you all lots. xx”

You closed your phone and watched the buildings and bright lights pass you. By the time you got up to the hotel, Harry was asleep so you decided to go and find the pool area, tucking your pack of cigarettes and lighter deep into your pocket.

---

Harry had not come to the paddock with you the next day, instead having a board meeting with Aston Martin in the city somewhere. The pit of your stomach swirled when he had told you and you wondered if things might already have begun for Lawrence Stroll.

You had gotten to your driver’s room earlier than most of the team had gotten to the paddock, you couldn’t sleep anyway so why wait around?

On the desk in your room was a huge bouquet of white carnation flowers. You immediately panicked, thinking Lance had left them for you before you picked up the attached card.

We accept! White carnations have been used for centuries to symbolise eternal grief, deep sorrow and sadness. Take from that what you will but just know we are here for this one and the next.

Lots of Love, Lily, Elena and Carmen xxx

You chuckled at their joke and stared back at the flowers. You were sure that Esteban must have filled in Elena who told them what was happening, rallying your supporters silently. It made you feel safer knowing that people were watching out for you that you didn’t even realise were.

This meant that both George and Alex were watching out for you, people, who while not your best friends, had only ever looked out for you. It suddenly made your thinking shift from a mindset of shame if people knew to support and comradery. It made you wonder who else may be looking out for you. Had Seb told Jenson who had only ever been supportive of you, Kimi maybe? You were sure Michael knew between Seb and Mick. Had Charles told Carlos? Max? Did the other team principals know?

---

Lance felt uncomfortable in a suit. It wasn’t his emerald green racing suit but rather a tailored charcoal grey suit that, although expensive and well made, felt like it was constricting him and drowning him in fabric all at once.

He sat at the boardroom table, his father at the end of it, shuffling papers as he waited. Lance fiddled with his cufflinks, a pair you had bought him as a joke while in Italy one time, the little race cars sparkling as he shook his hands out, trying to dispel his nerves.

The view from the building was rather impressive, the rain falling hard against the window but he didn’t care right now. He felt sick to his stomach and he felt like an imposter in a room full of business moguls. He just drove the car.

The heavy conference room doors swung open and in walked Harry. Although it wasn’t a competition, Lance suddenly felt like his suit wasn’t as nice and his hair fell weirdly and he was too short. He would never admit it out loud but he was intimidated by him.

“Lawrence, Lance, how can I help you this morning?” Harry leant across the desk, giving each man a handshake. Lance gave him what could be considered a half smile and noticed that Harry’s grip on his hand was at a pressure intended to hurt him. At the realization, Lance looked him straight in the eye, smiling even bigger and raised an eyebrow, before letting go and patting him on the back, in the same way you would to console someone who had lost a sporting match.

Lance 1 Harry 0… well if you include stealing the man’s fiancé then maybe it was more like Lance 2 Harry -7.

“We need to talk, Harry, please have a seat” and with that the men sat down along with the other business executives and lawyers. Lance didn’t allow himself to sink into his seat this time.

“Harry, I am going to get straight to the point. The Aston Martin Aramco Cognizant Formula One Team is unfortunately facing some financial hardships at the moment.”

Lance had been instructed by his father to not react to anything discussed today in an attempt to signal a united front. This is despite the fact that Lance didn’t actually know what the meeting was about.

Lance did as such, not showing the shock of hearing this. His heart sank for not only his career but also for yours. But that was short-lived as he watched Harry’s expression change from a cool and collected smile to shock to anger.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” Harry said, leaning across the table towards Lawrence.

“Unfortunately it looks like our sponsors haven’t supplied us with enough funds and at this rate we will be forced to pull our team from F1 come 2024.” Lawrence was his ever calm self but the look in his eyes scared even Lance.

“Seriously?” Harry shot up from his seat, pointing a finger at Lawrence.

Lance was rather confused at his reaction, his father hadn’t said anything against Securitec and Harry, it was almost like he was… projecting. Lance had a light bulb moment, he was projecting. Holy shit, Harry wasn’t paying Aston Martin. This was their out. More importantly, it was your out.

“Are you suggesting that we aren’t paying you enough, Lawrence? Are you asking us for even more money?” Harry was going slightly red and his breathing was heavy.

Lawrence also stood up, leaning over the table but staying rather calm. “Not at all, Harry. I’m instead insisting that Securitec hasn’t paid us anything for 2 months.”

Harry stood back, instinctively trying to protect himself before he reared forward again in anger. “What?” He yelled through the conference room and Lance found himself growing to enjoy his distress.

“I. Said. You haven’t paid us in two months.” Lawrence was forceful but calm in contrast to Harry’s frenzied distress.

Harry was about to speak again when one of the Aston Martin lawyers shuffled some papers, Harry‘s eyes darted to them before his mouth closed quickly. Lance finally indulged himself in a small smile, this was too good.

“So I had one of our lawyers look into it and you know what he found, Harry? Actually, I will give you this one chance to tell me yourself, like a man.” Lawrence sat back down, his hands folded on the table, indicating that he was all ears as to what story the man in front of him was about to make up.

“Well, there must be some issue on your end, Lawrence. That is the only explanation.” Although he looked calmer, Lance noticed the veins popping in his tense hands.

“Stuart, please.” Lawrence extended his hand to the lawyer who provided him with the documents he had shuffled previously. “Harry, I really hoped that you would be honest with me. I thought our years of business partnership would mean that you were going to be truthful but you leave me no choice.”

Harry sat down in shock, trying to stay composed and Lance was all ears now, leaning closer to his father to hear what he had to say.

“We ran some reports on yourself and Securitec, as of the… let me see here… 13th of September, you are 15 million dollars in debt. Is that wrong, Harry?” Lance went to gasp in shock before sucking it back down, turning to see Harry let out a defeated sigh and look down to his lap.

“The money is coming, Lawrence, I will have it to you in just over 2 weeks.”

Lance was deep in thought before it hit him what was happening in 2 weeks time.

“We can’t wait that long, Harry.”

“Fine, 1 week, I can do one week. Just let me sort something out.”

“This wouldn’t happen to involve one of my drivers, would it?”

“Lawrence, you need to learn to mind your fucking business.” With that Harry gathered himself and began to walk out of the room. “I will see you at the track, both of you.” He said the last part looking Lance up and down.

“Was that true?” Lanced turned to his father who just nodded. Despite his father’s win, he looked nervous and Lance knew he was thinking the same as him.

This wedding was just a way of Harry securing the funds of a Formula 1 driver, a bloody good one at that. You.

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a huge thank you to my muse and idea maker @tinydancerjj

#lance stroll #lance stroll x you #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic

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GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

2, Uncooked Sunnyside

Approx. words count: 2108 words

There are still a few days before We Got Married is filmed. Giselle and Winter had became friends with Jang Y/N behind Karina's back.

At first, they kept it hidden, and the two even invited Y/N to visit them at their dorm.

Obviously for the show.

Becoming friends with the leader of Aespa was a struggle for Y/N.

Everyone woke up at some point around nine in the morning. They had their shower and were getting ready for breakfast.

Y/N was driven to Aespa's dorm by her staff, and she was text messaging with Giselle about how thrilled she is.

She arrived there and was instructed by Giselle to ascend to a specific floor.

While in Aespa's dorm...

Karina cracked an egg into the frying pan, which had not yet been heated. While, Ningning sat on the chair, wide-eyed, as the girls prepared their breakfast.

Poor maknae had only just awoken. Certainly loading her system, eh?

She went over to the refrigerator to get what she needed for her breakfast.

Winter was holding her phone, presumably watching YouTube while sipping her coffee.

Giselle, our girl, is continuously typing on her phone.

The leader groaned, "Urgh!" and everyone turned to face her.

She received the enquiring look.

"I was supposed to crack the egg in the bowl," she told them all, an unhappy smile on her fresh morning face.

Winter sighed and rolled her eyes. "Pour it into a bowl, unnie," the vocalist suggested, a faint smile on his face.

Ningning appeared to have finished loading up her system because she now had a brighter appearance.

The maknae opened the fridge in search of anything else to eat. While Karina poured the egg from the pan into a bowl.

She thought to herself as she looked at the egg, "Omelette or no omelette?" she pondered.

Their favourite music is being played loudly by Winter on her iPhone.

Red Flavor by Red Velvet.

Giselle simply mumbled to it, swaying a bit, while the rest of them danced and sang along.

Giselle was informed by Y/N that she was now at the door and she stood up silently, but before heading to the door, she gave Winter a signal regarding Y/N's arrival at their place.

The rapper unlocked the door, which revealed her senior idol friend, who was only a few months old.

Although there isn't a huge age difference. Y/N, on the other hand, was the same age as Karina and Giselle.

Karina is a few months older than them both.

Perhaps this was one of the factors in their quick friendship.

"Yo bro!" Giselle grinned and quickly returned to her old ABG demeanour.

"Ssup girl!" Y/N fist bumped the girl, who reciprocated the ABG demeanour.

"Please come in!" She invited Y/N and welcomed her with a pat on the shoulder.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Karina poured the egg back into the pan and decided to make a sunny side up egg.

She put another one in.

I'm referring to the eggs.

However, Y/N's first instinct was to approach Karina directly.

That's too bad.

Karina was dancing while toting the cooking pan while listening to Red Flavor, with Ningning's small antics and powerful vocals joining her.

Y/N approached her, she shouted, "Hey-" in greeting.

When Karina fell down while carrying the pan, everything slowed down.

She was unaware that Y/N was in their house, so when she heard the girl calling out to her, she hopped out of her skin.

Everyone was witnessing the unbelievable tragedy as the uncooked eggs came flying out of the pan.

Giselle was attempting to dash to them in slow motion as Winter's jaw dropped.

Ningning with her trademark memeable expression and broadening eyes.

It's slow motion. I'll remind you.

Karina was clutching the pan and covered her mouth with one hand.

Slow motion.

When she saw the raw eggs that would soon fall on her face, Y/N's eyes widened as well.

Everything returned to normal as their reactions occurred at breakneck speed, and the eggs eventually fell on Y/N's face.

A visit to Aespa's dorm turned chaotic, especially with a flying breakfast.

Fortunately, it hasn't yet been swimming in the pan, just a couple of eggs chilling inside the metal pan.

When the tragedy occurred, Y/N's face was still fixed on the ceiling and she had egg on her face, hair, and clothes.

Gi said, "Your breakfast is Y/N," out of the blue.

Although that sounds a little strange, it is the typical Giselle.

"Straight from a movie" Ningning whispered loud enough.

There was a lengthy period of silence in the dorm, but you could hear the ceiling fan cheerfully spinning.

While she waited for the girls to bring her something to change into, Y/N was zoning out on their couch.

She had just finished washing her face and hair as Giselle and Ningning searched for shirts for the idol to wear.

Which took a while because the two seemed to be debating what she ought to wear.

When Karina approached, Y/N looked up and grinned.

"Tell me," Karina began, pointing a spoon in Y/N's direction.

The girl then took a slight step back and asked, "Tell you what, Yoo Jimin?" with a raised brow.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here and shiting my breakfast?" At the end, her voice was slightly raised.

The Aespa main dancer grumbled about her flying breakfast, which flew right into Y/N's face.

Y/N raises her gaze to the opposite girl. "A friendly visit and breakfast was your fault!" the vocalist clarified.

Yoo Jimin scoffed, "Haa, yes yes," and refused to elaborate further.

She sat on the arm of the couch next to Y/N, her gaze fixed on the ceiling while Y/N's was drawn to the girl's figure.

Y/N poked the girl's thigh randomly, and Karina looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Why?" a little voice popped forth.

The future 'wife' smirked, "Nothing, you're an interesting woman," Y/N said honestly.

Karina was flabbergasted by the unexpected compliment from the woman she hardly knows and interacts with.

She inhaled and cleared her throat. "Well, whatever you say," she mumbled in response.

Her gaze darted elsewhere, trying to keep her cool lest she break character; making an effort to maintain her composure.

Giselle came out of the room and said, "Hey, this is a hoodie for you," handing the girl a grey hoodie.

When the leader yanked the hoodie out of Giselle's hands, she said, "This is mine!" as she studied over the details.

"Oops!" Giselle grabbed Y/N by the arm as she grabbed the hoodie back from the leader.

Karina was completely astounded by what Giselle had done and remained still.

She handed the hoodie over to Y/N. "This is good for us, believe me!" she exclaimed to her leader.

Giselle pushed Y/N into her room and shut the door. "Lock it, my friend!" she yelled mildly.

Karina faced Giselle with her arms folded. "Why?" she inquired out of pure curiosity, her eyes wide.

Giselle swiftly put her arm around the girl's shoulder, saying, "Me and the girls decided it'd be nice for her to wear your hoodie" she tried to convince the leader.

The older girl's face has been scrunched up. "For starters, it's for each other's clout," says another.

Winter approached them. "It's also a good reason to be really close," she added to the reasoning.

Ningning also entered, saying, "But WGM was ended because they toyed with idols' feelings" she left a convincing justification for why WGM was cancelled.

The moment Y/N unlocked the door, all the girls' eyes turned to her.

Ningning greeted her new friend with a "Hello" and a toothless smile.

Karina was also fixated on Y/N, and she gets a wonderful feeling in her chest when she sees Y/N dressed in her hoodie.

Due to the panic and a brief sense of fulfillment, she turned her attention away from Y/N'a appearance.

Giselle and Winter walked to Y/N together, presenting Y/N in Karina's hoodie.

"Tadaa! This is Y/N!" Winter declared this in English.

"Take a picture!" Ningning exclaimed as she pushed Karina to stand next to the idol.

As the other girls moved away, the maknae took out her phone to see how the photo turned out.

"Smile unnie!" Winter cutely pouted.

She found the maknae line's charm impossible to resist.

She sighed, moved in closer proximity to Y/N, and struck a pose.

Y/N gave the camera a thumbs up as the girl posed with a peace sign over Y/N's head.

Therefore, the year's awkwardest selfie.

It's kind of amusing that the girls are aware of the awkwardness between the two of them but still proceed with the photo.

"YES!" exclaimed those three as they performed small jumps.

Ningning then sent the picture to their group chat so that everyone could see it.

Y/N sighed and grinned as she watched their antics. She said, "Well," with a sigh.

Winter approached Y/N and grabbed the young woman by the arm, inviting her to join them for breakfast.

In a baby voice, she said that.

For the sake of the show, they all invited their sister-in-law or something similar to have some meals.

In the kitchen...

Karina was devouring the Sunnyside eggs together with her kimchi fried rice, but her mouth would drop after each bite.

It dropped from the shock, actually.

Both shock that Y/N offered to assist in making their breakfast and shock that it tastes delicious.

Y/N was standing to set the plates of cooked meals on the table.

Jimin didn't say a word as she sat on the chair with her spoon up and only stared at Jang Y/N.

"Can you remind me why you're here again?"

Karina's first question was in response to tasting Y/N's food.

Her gaze was drawn to Karina. "To get to know you, bonding," she responded, clearing her throat and as she sat down next to her.

Giselle sat down after setting the bowl on the table, "Relax, bestie" she assured calmly in English.

Ningning enthusiastically nodded, "So true!" she agreed with Giselle and gave Karina a thumbs up.

Winter was the second person to respond, but she did so with her mouth full and wanted to speak as well.

She gulped her food. "At least it won't be stupidly awkward in the show later, like the photo," mentioned the recently taken awkward photo.

After the sarcastic remark, the pair felt a little embarrassed.

Karina exhaled a long sigh and nodded appropriately.

It's true what the girls said—a person's initial impression is crucial.

"I'm going to leave after the meal" Y/N said, clearing her throat.

After the meal, they all cleaned the table with Giselle and Ningning offering to handle the dishes.

In addition, Giselle instructed Karina to lead Y/N out of their dorm.

Karina didn't raise many objections because she was attempting to maintain control of the situation and was gradually coming to terms with the nature of this TV show.

They entered the elevator together. "Were you offended that night?" the Aespa leader thought back to the evening Y/N had left her on read.

She glanced at Karina for a split second and grinned at her.

"Nah," she shook her head in response.

Karina scrunched her forehead. "What do you mean?" she questioned inquisitively.

The person on the other side sneered, "Nothing, I just wanted to do that" which she admitted.

She said, "Be my playmate Karina, I enjoy tormenting people and I just found the right one for me to play along with" a dangerously teasing smirk grew.

She groaned sternly. "What exactly does it mean?!" she pondered gravely.

As the door opened, the elevator descended, and the couple exited to stand next to the receptionist.

Karina was confronted by Y/N. "Anything but bad, don't worry" the girl reassured the older woman.

Karina's eyes are filled with wonder. "Text me about it tonight" she demanded.

"See you, wife!" Y/N said softly as she began to walk away.

Karina cringed a little at the name, her face changing at the sound of it as the girl flirted a tiny bit.

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Alone || Burning Down

Natalia wiped the steam away from the shower door, as the water dripped to a stop. She then moved towards the mirror, using her arm to clear her reflection. She looked younger, more gentle, no scars were along her face, she didn't have that permanent frown that Daryl used to point out, her hair was long, and straight.

Natalia took in the few moments of quiet before getting out, wrapping an towel around her.

She left the bathroom, letting the heat follow her, moving towards her bedroom, but when she opened the door, it was Harry's office.

He was sat at his computer, Winnie was on her lap, playing with his phone.

"Finally, she's been screaming her head off for you, you haven't heard her?" were the first words that fell out his mouth.

"Harry?" Natalia spoke in a hushed whisper.

"Lia, take Willow." He held the two year old up for her to take, which she did, running a hand over her curls, kissing her cheeks, she couldn't help that her eyes had teared up.

"You're... you..."

"You okay, what have I told you about having those showers so damn hot?"

"I'm... I'm fine, great, I'm great." She held Winnie tighter to her, the little girl snuggled up, rubbing her nose along Natalia's cheek.

"Lia, I- I got a lot of work to do, here. You mind making a sandwich or something? I'm starving."

"Y-yeah, of course, of course I will, sure." She smiled, walking away. "Winnie, my waterlily, my special little flower." Natalia murmured to the girl, as they headed towards the kitchen.

The two year old giggled in glee, like she always did, when Natalia said that.

"You're alive." She spoke in a sing song voice, "And so is your daddy, none of this makes sense, but you're not dead... or maybe I'm dead, is mommy dead, Winnie, my waterlily? Is Mommy dead?"

"Mama dead." She babbled. "Mama dead! Mama dead!"

"Ookay. That was a mistake, should we make Daddy his sandwich, yeah? So he can shut up and be a decent person for once in his life?"

Natalia hesitated before she opened the door, Winnie on her hip, plate in her hand.

"Harry, I have your- OH GOD! Oh, oh my god!" She screamed.

There he was, Harry, 'cept it was dead Harry, he was devouring Winnie, ripping her apart as her blood spouted everywhere, and all she could do was scream and cry, crying out for her mama.

Natalia stared wide-eyed, this couldn't be, Winnie was on her hip, but when she glanced, the girl was gone from her side, she was in fact in pieces.

"Harry! Stop it, please! Stop it, please!" Natalia begged. "Our daughter, that's our baby, just stop!"

She went to pull him off, but that's when he turned on her, snapping his jaws at her, trying to take a bite, and when he did, her instinct kicked in, she smashed the plate down on his head, shattering it, then she reached for the lamp, hitting him hard, over and over and over, until he went limp, his head split open and his brain poured all over the floor and their daughter.

"Winnie! Willow! Hey, baby, hi, baby, speak to me... speak to me, baby, you're gonna be okay." She weeped.

But It was too late, she was dead, bleeding out with her flesh torn, cut open and chewed, it was too late.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was in the shower, again. She turned off the water, got out and wrapped an towel around herself, she checked her reflection quickly, still young, then left, heading for that room once again. She burst through the door, startling Harry and Winnie, they were alive, again.

"But- you- I just- but... it doesn't make sense." She rambled.

"Lia, just take the kid, will you, I'm busy. When's lunch ready, I'm starving"

"Nat... I'm so sorry, baby... I'm sorry, she did this to you." Such a familiar voice spoke, but it sounded so far away, like it was coming from above, like it was God himself.

"Daryl?" She whispered.

"You gotta fight, you fight and you wake up, you can't die, and I ain't gonna let you die."

"Daryl!"

"What the hell are you going on about?" Harry asked her. "Who's Daryl?"

"Oh- no one, he's no one. just some guy at the shop, he- uh- was real piece of work. Sorry, lunch." She grabbed Winnie, quickly fleeing the room, and instead of making his request, she sat in the living room, she sat in the living room unmoving, and she didn't plan on it, either, he couldn't hurt her if they stayed there.

That's when she had disappeared, it was like Natalia had blinked, and she had disappeared.

"Mama! Mama!" Winnie screamed loudly, all the way from upstairs.

"No! Not again, no!" She screeched, sprinting up, towards Harry's office.

She threw the door open, and there he was, chewing on her intestines as she cried for her mother.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was back in the shower, she turned off the water, sitting on the toilet seat as she thought about what to do, how did she get out of this hell, because this was hell, she was in hell, she had died and was now in hell.

She stood up, opening the drawer and grabbing a pair of scissors, leaving the bathroom, she opened the office door and jammed the scissors into Harry's skull, before he even got the chance to speak, she did it a few times, to make sure that he was dead, then she took Willow and went downstairs, sitting on the couch, he was dead, so he couldn't kill her.

"If you're tryna scar your kid for life, you're doing a mighty fine job of it." A booming Texan voice laughed.

Natalia looked up, Abraham Ford was sat on her couch, opposite her.

"Abraham?" She asked, "You're- you're alive?"

"Last time I checked." He chuckled, looking at his arms.

"But- but how? I watched you die? You're in hell?"

"You think we're in hell?" Glenn had appeared next to the red head.

"Glenn?!" She gasped.

"You never told us you had a kid." He smiled, looking at Willow.

"I- I have five." She admitted.

"You and the guy upstairs, so you were busy busy, before all this shit." Abraham joked.

"No, no, me and Daryl, we have kids."

"Heyho, and I didn't think the man had the chops in him." Abraham grinned, delightfully. "Only been pining over you that whole time, finally got some."

"You- you and Daryl? But you guys never had kids." Glenn furrowed his brows. "I mean, you have Evie, but she's not Daryl's."

"No, no we have twins, twin girls, and a baby boy."

"Not anymore, you don't." Abraham told her, staring ahead.

"Abraham!" Sasha walked into the room, sitting on the arm of the chair, cuddling into the man. "You're gonna scare her."

"She's a big girl, she can handle the truth." He told the woman.

"Just ignore them." Glenn told her. "Maggie, is she okay?"

"Maggie- she's. She had a boy, you have a son, Glenn, Hershel." Natalia told him.

He smiled to himself, looking down in thought.

"She tried so hard, for you, she fought for your vengeance."

"But she's not dead." He looked at her.

"I- No, she's not, but I haven't seen her in years, we both left, we left Alexandria, and she left The Hilltop, she joined a different community, we haven't heard from her for a long time." She admitted.

"She's gone, again." Abraham spoke up, pointing at her lap, where Winnie was missing from.

"What? But she- No!" She jumped from the couch, running up the stairs, she threw the door open and Harry, who had been dead was once again, ripping Winnie apart. "You were dead! I killed you!" She screamed, as he pulled him off of their daughter.

Natalia opened her eyes, she punched the bathroom wall, as she let herself cry, why was she back here?

She turned the water off, wrapped the towel around her and grabbed the scissors again, leaving the bathroom.

She took a deep breath before she entered the office, it had to work, he couldn't hurt her, if she beat him to it.

Natalia stabbed the scissors into Willow's skull, killing her.

"What the hell?!" Harry twisted to look at her. "What did you do? What did you fucking do?! Natalia, why did you do that?!" He screamed at her. "Winnie... Winnie, baby, it's Daddy, just open your eyes, please, baby, just open your eyes. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He turned back on the woman, after attempting to shake the toddler awake.

"You can't hurt her, now, you can't hurt her, because I beat you to it. It's over." She dropped the scissors, leaving the room.

Natalia opened her eyes, she was back in the shower.

"What do you want from me?!" She shouted. "What am I supposed to do? Just tell me what I'm supposed to do, please! What do I do, what do I do, just, what do I do?"

Natalia got out the shower, wrapped the towel around her, and proceeded to walk to the other room, her old bedroom, she got dressed, and ignored the office, if she stayed away, they couldn't get to her, that's what she thought, at least.

But, when she closed the closet door, there they were, on the floor, he ripped out the two year old's organs, as blood drowned the both of them.

"No, no no, no, no, no!" Natalia cried as she ran out the room, slamming the door shut, and bolting down the stairs.

"Ah, you're back." Tara greeted her, she had joined the others.

"You're here, too" She whimpered, throwing herself on the couch.

"Y'know, you could be a bit happier to see me, you didn't get to say goodbye, remember?"

"I didn't get to say goodbye to any of you." Natalia reminded.

"So, you're just gonna leave them up there?" Abraham asked.

"Nothing I can do about it, out of sight, out of mind."

"So, when did you have all these kids with Daryl? He never wanted kids, at least that's what it seemed like." Glenn spoke up.

"What's their names?" Sasha asked.

"When did you guys make the pancakes?" Abraham pried, receiving a slap to the chest from Sasha.

"Uhm, I'm not sure... but the twins names are Daisy Caroline, and Bambi Elizabeth, sorry Sash."

"It's fine, Sasha wouldn't go with them, anyway." Sasha sniffed.

"Carol's still alive, why does Sasha get an apology, I was very much alive, at the time, too." Tara sassed.

"And my son is called, Archie Carl."

"Carl?" Glenn asked.

"Yeah, uhm..."

"I made her promise." Natalia looked at the doorway, seeing the teen boy leaning against it, a grin across his face, like he always had.

"Carl!" Natalia stood up. "It's you, you're here!"

"Yeah, it's really me." He laughed, hugging the woman when she jumped at him.

"Rick, rick, your dad, is he here, too?" Natalia asked, but Carl looked confused.

"My dad, why would my dad be here?" He asked.

"Yeah, this is the dead club, Rick ain't dead." Abraham told her.

"But- but there was an accident, Rick died, we all think he died, we never found his body."

"Nat, my dad's not here, if my dad was dead, he'd be here, he's not here, so he's not dead." Carl told her.

"Oh, no, it's happening, again."

Natalia looked at Tara, blood was seeping from her neck, running down herself.

She looked to the others, but they gave no reaction, they couldn't, Abraham's head was gone, brain matter and blood caked his body, his neck ended in a stump, Glenn's forehead was bashed in, his eye popped out, blood pooled from the large wound, she could see parts of his own brain, Carl was ghostly pale, a large gunshot wound was through his skull, where he had shot his brains out, and Sasha was a walker, but Natalia only noticed for a second before Walker-Sasha was lunging at her, knocking her flat on her back, trying to bite at her.

"Sasha, stop! What happened, you were all fine, you were all just fine!" She shouted, pushing the walker-Sasha away from her.

"You did this to us." Glenn said.

"You did this, you caused all of this." Abraham joined in.

"None of this would happen if we never found that stupid house." Carl uttered, and then, they all joined in, chanting it, over and over and over, then Harry was there, holding a dead Willow, he had joined in.

"You did this. You did this. You did this."

Natalia opened her eyes, she was in a bed, a white bed with white sheets, she hurt all over.

She looked down, her arm was in a cast, there was writing all over it, messages, with names, Rosita, Daisy, Gracie, Judith, RJ, Jerry, Bambi, looked like her friends and family had all signed the cast, but why, why was she even wearing a cast.

Then she realised where she was, she was in the infirmary, but not Alexandria infirmary, she was at Hilltop, why was she at Hilltop?

The door was wide open, and that's when she noticed the six year old in her face.

"Mommy, mommy, come on! Get up!" Daisy demanded, pulling at her.

"Daisy? Honey, what's going on? Where is everyone?"

"Mommy, we have to go! They're here, they're here and everything's on fire, come on!"

"What? Honey, slow down, what are you going on about?"

Daisy stopped prodding at her mother, a serious and scared expression was on her face.

"Mom, the whisperers are here, and they are fighting and burning the place down, Daddy said we couldn't move you, because you were still asleep, Ezekiel was the one in charge of evacuating us, but you were gonna die if I didn't come and get you, now, we need to get out of here, and I don't know how to do that, and I need you to get me out of here, and I can't find the other kids, or Daddy, I can't find anyone, so please, get out of bed, and let's go!"

"Okay, alright, okay. We're gonna get out of here, and we'll find the others." Natalia kissed her daughters head, "Pass me my weapons, you got your bow?" She asked, pulling out the two cannulas, one was pumping her with what she could guess was either IV or some medicine that her brain couldn't find the word of, and the other was clearly blood.

"Yeah, on my back." Daisy answered, flying to the chair to gather her mothers weapons.

"Good girl, and who's blood is this?" She asked, as she carefully shifted off the bed, but holy shit, did her whole torso ache, she must've bruised or fractured her ribs, by the pain.

"Daddy's, he said he can give his blood to anyone, and we didn't know what type you were." Daisy came to the bed. "Here."

"Thanks, baby. How long was I asleep?"

"I don't know." Daisy answered, helping her armour up. "We got here, today. Uncle Aaron said that Jerry took you straight here because of the explosion, and you looked really bad, and then they attacked home, Judith shot the huge guy, and then Mary and Aunt Rosita had to fight him so we could hide, then we came here, to see you, then Daddy came, but he was hurt too, he said that Lydia found him and patched him up."

"Why was your dad hurt, what happened?"

"Mommy, I'll tell you later, but we gotta get outta here!" Daisy demanded, she was getting more frustrated by the second.

"Alright, you need a knife, if you need to, anything that looks like a walker, you kill it, don't think about it too much." Natalia handed the girl her own knife. "And you stay by my side at all times, alright? I don't want or need you running off, we stick together like glue, now how bad is it, out there?"

"Walkers everywhere, fire's on most of the buildings, and people, and the whisperers are attacking for sport."

"Alright, but we can handle that, y'know why?" Natalia asked, holding the girls hand, the other was holding a knife.

"Because we're Dixons?"

"Because we're Moore's."

It was loud when they had ran out of the infirmary, the sound, the smell and the aroma of screams, fighting, bloodshed and death surrounded them.

"Baby, you stay with me at all time's alright, if I turn my head for a second and you're gone, I swear to god, Daisy Caroline-"

"Mommy, look out!" The girl pointed at the whisperer who was lunging at them.

Natalia ran to the side, pulling Daisy along, to avoid his hit, running ahead.

"We need to get out of here, and we're going to do that the best we can without provoking a fight."

"Got it!" Daisy agreed.

"Cover your mouth, honey, I don't want you breathing this shit in" Natalia instructed as they continued to run and dodge.

"Mom!"

"Hey, no, you do as I say." She snapped.

"No, Mom, look!" A wall of walkers was building up, and some of them was on fire.

"Oh, oh shit, okay, we fight what we can, and we avoid the rest, got it, you stab them down, and then you take them in the head, alright?"

"Judith taught me how to do it." The six year old glared at her.

"Oh, right. Yeah."

They worked together to clear a path, Daisy had impressed Natalia beyond believe, she was impressive, but so graceful, like a dancer, though she was so small, it was incredible.

They managed to get through, but before Natalia could notice, a whisperer was running at her, it didn't attack her, but its blade cut across her stomach, slicing her, and then she heard the yelp of her daughter, as she noticed they had nicked the girl too, they cut her small delicate arm.

Natalia saw red, she twisted, ignoring the agony her body was feeling, stabbing the man in the head, ending his life, then she grabbed her daughter and ran, ran so fast, out of Hilltop, away from it all, avoiding anything coming at them, people, walkers, whisperers, fires, they had to get out of there.

It was daylight when they had stopped running, they didn't know how far away they were from Hilltop.

"Mommy, my arm" Daisy whimpered.

"Alright, okay, baby, let's sit down, lemme see." Natalia helped her daughter down onto an overturned log, sat in the middle of a field, where they could see all around them.

She kneeled in front of the girl, pulling up the sleeve of her green sweater.

A small cut was along her forearm, it wasn't deep, but it had been bleeding.

"Uhm, hmm, honey, I know it hurts, but trust me, it's not bad, okay?"

"Daddy said that you broke your arm in 3 places." Daisy told her, pouting.

"I did?"

"Yeah, but they managed to help you, that's why you have a cast, and he let us sign it, so that when you wake up, you'll know that we love you."

"Baby, I already know you love me, and I love you, but thank you, you made it pretty." She smiled, "But we need to do something about your cut. What you got in your bag?"

"Daddy packed us both "survival kits" full of everything we might need." Daisy said, using air quotes.

"A what?"

Daisy carefully took the bag off of her back, giving it to her mother.

"Food, water, a first aid kit, a blanket in case we get cold, extra socks to keep our feet safe and clean, and spare clothes." She repeated her fathers words.

"Your dad packed all this?" Natalia asked, holding onto the straps.

"Yeah, so that we'll stay safe, Bambi has one too, but she stayed with Ezekiel, Archie too, but Gracie has his, because Judith was carrying him."

Natalia's eyes began to well up, but she ignored it, rifling through the bag for the first aid kit.

Daryl was the kind of father who provided and protected his kids, because he loved them, not because he was expected to.

"Can you talk me through it?" Daisy asked.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Like, tell me what you're going to do, explain why you're doing it, so that I know for next time someone else is hurt."

"Oh, yeah, I can do that." Natalia nodded. "Okay, first things first, we have to clean the wound, make sure there's nothing yucky in it, that way it will help prevent from infection." She used the water, pouring it over the cut. "Then, oh, your dad is thorough." She picked up a small clear bottle from the inside of the first aid kit, giving it a sniff. "Yep, that's alcohol, so and this Is the hard part, cause it's gonna sting, but this sterilises the wound, but it's okay, alright."

"I can take it." Daisy was determined.

"That's my girl." Natalia kissed her cheek, before pouring a small amount of the liquid over the cut.

Daisy winced at the pain, letting out a small noise, but other then that, she took it like a champ.

"You are so brave, oh wow, I'm so proud of you." Natalia encouraged, as she used a cloth, that Daryl had also packed in the first aid kit, to wipe at it. "See, all done, now we need to put a bandage over it, do you wanna pick which one?"

She held up a set of three, one with flowers, another with puppies and kittens, and the other had love hearts and sparkles.

"Mommy, come on." Daisy laughed, looking at her.

"Alright, flowers it is." She grinned, putting the others away, opening the box and pulling out a flowered bandage, peeling it and placing it upon Daisy's cut. "There you go, good as new." Natalia kissed the bandage.

"Mommy, what about your cut?" Daisy asked, pointing at Natalia's stomach, she looked down, spotting the line of red along the white long-sleeved t-shirt she was wearing, truth be told, she hadn't really felt the pain until just now.

"Oh." She lifted her shirt, a bandage was already wrapped around her ribs. The cut along her stomach wasn't deep either, but she would have to patch it up. "Hey, baby, you know how I taught you to fix up your arm, you think you could help me?"

"Yes, okay!" Daisy answered much too excitedly for Natalia's liking, but she gave her the benefit of the doubt, being six years old and all that.

They worked together to patch up the cut, and Natalia required a lot of patience to do it, but finally, they managed it.

"You said Lydia was back, she came back with Daddy..." Natalia sat next to her on the log.

"Yeah, she found him and helped him, so he brought her back to the hilltop, she cried when she saw you, she told Daddy she was really sorry, but he didn't want to talk about it."

"Were you eavesdropping, when you heard all this?"

"No, Daddy just thought I was asleep, that's not my fault." She shrugged.

"Alright, and where was Evie during all this?"

"Evie, tried to help you, with your injuries, but because she kept crying, Alex and Aunt Rosita sent her away, to wait with us, but when we were allowed to see you, she said she couldn't come see you, that she was too scared to say goodbye, but then, I didn't really see her after that, I'm sorry, Mommy."

"No, baby, don't be sorry, okay? You have nothing to apologise for, y'know, if you didn't come save me, I would have died last night, you saved my life, baby."

"It was teamwork." Daisy answered, snuggling into Natalia's side.

Natalia wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tightly, as she lifted a hand to her temple, rubbing along it, she felt a pang of soreness, then felt the hardness along her head, a familiar touch of stitches, that must've been from where they had said she was bleeding before she passed out.

"I miss Bambi." Daisy sighed, when they had sat there for a little while more.

"Me, too, baby, I miss all of them."

"What are we gonna do?" Daisy asked her, looking up at her face.

"You feel like walking? Dad ever teach you how to track?"

"Yeah! We can track them!" Daisy exclaimed, jumping up from the log.

"Alright, lets track them down." Natalia wheezed, holding her ribs, as she got up, holding Daisy's hand.

"Your dad manage to pack a torch in that "Survival" bag?" Natalia asked, once it was getting dark, again.

"Yeah, Mommy, can you grab it, my arm hurts too much to do it."

"Sure baby." She sighed, opening the bag, her unbroken hand diving in to look for the flashlight, muttering "fibber" under her breath.

She clicked it on, shining into the darkness, giving them a little bit of light as they walked through another field.

"Alpha's dead." A voice had said a few metres away from them, and Natalia quickly yanked Daisy down. "Because of you."

They peered ahead, turning the flashlight off as they tried to spot who was there, what they could see was five bodies, though one looked to be restrained, whilst another had his hands up in surrender, the other three were stood opposite.

"That's Daddy!" Daisy hissed to Natalia.

"Shush!" She told the girl.

"Mommy, look, it's Daddy, there." She pointed at the man who's hands were up in surrender.

"Oh shit, it is." Natalia let out a sigh, and the man next to him, just so happened to be Negan, because, of course it was. "Alright, we need to rescue Daddy, okay, can you shoot the walker there?" She pointed at one of the whisperers, "If you take him down, Mommy will finish him off, and I'll take care of the others."

"You got it." Daisy nodded, grabbing her bow and an arrow.

"We kneel... to the new Alpha." The whisperer continued.

An arrow shot through the other man, going straight through his skull, and he soon fell to the ground.

Natalia stared at her daughter wide-eyed, but then soon snapped out of it, throwing an knife at the woman, and she fell, too.

"Mine." Both girls called at the same time, before an arrow and an knife imbedded in the skull of the last whisperer.

"Hey, that's cheating, he was mine!" Natalia said, as they got up, walking forward, together.

"Nuh uh! I totally got that first." Daisy argued, staring up at her mother.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Didn't!"

"Nat?! Daisy?!" Daryl called, spotting the two, then he lunged at them, hugging Natalia in particular.

"Daddy!" Daisy squealed as he enveloped them in a hug.

"You're alive." He weeped. "You're alive, you're both alive."

"Yeah, yeah, we're alive, who shot him first?" Daisy asked, wrapping her arms around her fathers neck, pointing at the dead whisperer.

"It was me, just say it was me, we don't have to spare her feelings." Natalia told him, kissing his cheek, but also turning to the body

"I definitely saw an arrow first." Negan spoke up.

"No one was asking you" She glared at him.

"Ha! In your face, Mommy!" Daisy pointed at her, wiggling out of Daryl's hold so that he would put her down. "Negan, you're back!" She ran to the tied up man. "Daddy went looking for you, but he couldn't find you."

"Yeah, sorry about that, kid, I was a bit busy." He shrugged.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Natalia whispered to Daryl.

"He was with her, with Alpha, claims Carol was the one to let him out so he'd kill Alpha." He told her quietly, holding her tight, as he checked the stitches on her head. "He kidnapped Lydia and Evie, but they managed to escape, now we have no idea where they are."

"What?" She demanded. "I almost died in a cave, I just went through hell, literal hell, like I was in hell, when she already had him doing her dirty work?!" She burst.

"Thank you!" Negan snapped.

"Nat, just calm down, alright." Daryl rubbed her arms up and down.

"Calm down? Calm down!" She slapped his chest, pushing him away from her. "You want me to calm down! How dare you! I risked my life trying to save her, look at me! I'm mangled the fuck up, because of her, when he was already doing what she was setting out to do, and she knew the whole time! I'm going to kill her, I'm actually going to kill her!" She dry laughed. "And you're not stopping me! Oh my god, I- we're getting divorced."

"Nat?"

"What's divorced?" Daisy asked Negan.

"Kid, make yourself useful and untie me." He said, lowly, turning his back to the six year old, bending down slightly so she could reach.

"My daddy taught me these knots." She examined them, whilst her parents continued to argue about their marriage.

"Your daddy's an ass." He muttered. "Use that knife, there, hey that's your mommy's knife, she threw it at me once, it was hot."

"Ew."

"Daryl, look at my face, my fucking arm! I got sliced up just trying to escape! Did you know that our daughter ran away from safety, to help me get out of there, she also got cut! Our child! Because of your friend! Because she couldn't leave shit alone!"

"Daisy got hurt?!" He whipped around, staring at the two. "Daisy! Get away from him!" Daryl snapped, gesturing her away from the now untied man.

"Yes, she got hurt, one of those skin freaks, came at both of us, her arm is cut Daryl! And who's fault is that? Carol's!"

"Speaking of-"

"Shut up!" They turned on the man.

"Speaking of..." Negan continued. "We gotta find out where the missing head is, so I can earn back my spot back at home." He grinned. "I'm moving into the neighbourhood, officially."

"You are?!" Daisy looked at him.

"No!" The couple snapped.

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*****a drunk blurb 4 u*****

You and your best friend, Peter had decided to attend Phi Alpha Sigma’s Spring Mixer out of boredom. The two of you were right on theme for the ‘Iconic Couples’ party, dressing up as Westley and Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride. Peter was in a black thrasher shirt, black skinny jeans with his head covered and wrapped with a black mask, sporting a ridiculous, last minute, black eye liner mustache you had drawn above his upper lip, and you were wearing a floor length, red long-sleeved dress.

“We clean up nice,” Peter said as the two of you stood against the wall of the fraternity’s crowded living room, both holding red solo cups filled with Jungle Juice.

“Wait, what?!” You yell, trying to speak over the thumping music, leaning towards Peter with your hand cupped beside your mouth. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the music!”

“I said that we clean up nice!” He yells, leaning closer to you - the smell of alcohol wafting in your face.

“God, Pete! How much have you drank?” You yell, stepping closer to him, stepping on his toe in the process and stumbling a bit. Peter’s wide hand gently spreads across the small of your back as he sloppily steps towards you, trying to balance himself and you in his embrace.

He lets out a small laugh, awkwardly pulling his hand from your back just as his honey eyes meet yours, pausing for a moment as he smiles down at you.

“What?” You smirk, squinting your eyes at him before you take a sip from your solo cup.

He licks his lips, eye to eye with you as a soft blush grows on his cheeks - “You look beautiful, Princess.”

“Did you just say that I look beautiful?” You speak into his ear, your bottom lip accidentally brushing against his flesh - immediately sending tingles down your spine just as Peter turns his face towards you, noses brushing together as he yells, “What?!”

You both pause, wide-eyed staring at one another, feeling like the only two people left in the world though the party rages around you.

Peter blinks, swallowing hard before his shaking hand raises, gently hooking his finger below your jaw and tilting your ear towards his mouth.. his lips brush against your skin as he says, “I think that you’re beautiful.”

“Peter, you’re drunk,” you laugh, though your stomach was actively tying into knots.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just in love with you,” he says, clearing his throat as his finger tips delicately trace your hand, softly lacing his fingertips in between yours.

Your eyes meet again. He raises his brows, nodding towards you as he repeats, “I’m in love with you.”

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Thunder and Lightning

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, long courtship, fluff, goal-driven individual, 9.2k LONG

A Kageyama Tobio x reader oneshot

a/n: inspired by this

“‘You ever think about us?” He asks me after a night out. We were sitting on my porch, waiting for his cab.

“Of course I do. I think a lot about how timing really is everything. We had the chemistry, we had the love. We had the whole universe; except for that one little detail; we weren’t ready for each other.”

We look at each other for the first time in years; and just like back then, there is so much love in our glance. And yet, somehow the timing is still not right. And it seems this is how it will always be for the two of us — just like thunder and lightning — our timing will always be a little off.” — CCZ

It was raining on a March afternoon and the end of the school year is nearing; and you're still here, listening to your english lit teacher reading a literature she likes the class to make an essay out. You can't help but sigh as you rest your chin in your hand, staring out to the rain as it pours outside the building.

The english lit will be the last class before homeroom and you can't wait to have the day dismissed to be in that place again, like yesterday, like the years before. Karasuno High just doesn't have that sport and the venue so you still have to travel 15 mins to Sendai, so...

You heard her giggle beside you and she poked your arm. "Let's go out during homeroom, Y/n. Our adviser's in a meeting with the others anyway."

You hummed and slouched on your chair, sighing more than usual. The day feels a little off for you, like a pending hurricane about to happen, if the rain outside isn't it.

"Just let him do his thing, Ran. Don't meddle."

"But, Keii~"

You heard a raspy chuckle at your back and you tried to ignore it. You don't even have the energy to butt in, wondering what's wrong with you. You feel your brows furrowing at the confusion.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the current class and you had closed your eyes in relief. You quickly got up and turned to your bestfriendーwell, you don't know if you are to her but she is to you. "Restroom."

She stared at you and nodded, smiling. She has a bunch of chocolates and plushies all over her desk and under, and you have too but not as much as hers. You smirked at the thought as you made your way to the floor's restroom. Ran's pretty famous in Karasuno, much more outside of school because of her achievements, skills and reputation. Her boyfriend's(?) nice, you met him once. And she's too dense for the others on her big circle of friends.

You shook your head then you wash your face in the sink, and as soon as you are through, you went back to your room to rest your seem-heavy body. Well, tried.

"Y/n! Can you be my girlfriend?"

That line shook the hell out of you, much like the thunder outside, but more thunderous when the boy, still bowing in front of you, small bouquet of flowers in hand, is in your room with all your classmates staring at the scene. You tried to open your mouth, to say something but no words were pulled from your tongue. Your eyes darted to the amber-eyed boy that's already grinning, eyes not on you, poking on Ran's shoulders that's grinding her teeth, seated on a chair behind the boy.

"Can I court you, you idiot! I told you!"

Your eyes returned to the dark-haired boy, ignoring Ran's comment and stammered a "DoーHa-Who are you? Do I know you?", still in shock. Yeah, there are chocolates and some other stuffs under your desk but no one dared to ask you out like this.

The golden haired boyーKeiーstiffled a laugh to which Ran slapped his shoulder so hard Kei got knocked to the side, to the boy beside him.

"No. Umー"

After he placed the bouquet on Ran's desk, which was behind him, he walked out to the door, head still low, to where an orange-haired boy was waiting for him, jaw dropped and wide-eyed. You recognized him instantly, how could you not? He's Hinata Shoyo of the volleyball team. Your wide-eyes turned to Ran who has her jaw already dropped at you, too. Laughs soon resounded through your classroom and you felt your cheeks burned as you saw him laugh too.

"God, it's bad to laugh but, seriously Y/n? Who are you? Do I know you?" And he laughed again, and your cheeks can't get any redder.

"Shut it, Tadashi!" Ran snapped at him and you feel your world swirled. "Oh my God, Y/n. You don't know Kageyama Tobio? Really now? Andーughh oh my goood!" She covered her face with her hands and exasperatedly ran it to her hair.

"Hey! What Tadashi huh? That's Guchi-guchi for you."

Huh? Kageyama Tobio? The star-setter of the prefecture? Ran'sーyou don't really know much about her friends and team except Shoyo, Kei and the other oneーfriend? Why would he be in your classroom and ask that question to you? You gripped the nearby chair as your world really swirled.

"ーKei. She knows him. She was just maybe shocked? I don't know."

"Somehow feel bad for Ou-sama butー"

His laughs with Kei's woke the rest of your senses. You were blinded by the light but it was immediately shadowed by three poking heads. You groaned as you felt your hot breaths, you can even feel your ears and eyes burning too. You blinked twice as your vision adjusted, tears forming in the corners of your eyes due to the burning feeling.

"A boy you didn't know surely had a fever effect on you, Y/n. I wish I had that effect on Yachi-san too."

"Wanna do it like Ou-sama?"

"No, no. I'll do it much better."

"Get out. Both of you."

Kei and Tadashi mumbled through their breaths, pouting and blaming each other as they got up and really went out of the clinic to go on with their topic.

"So noisy." Ran mumbled as she ghosted a hand on your forehead. Your lips curled up slightly at the gesture. "You're still hot. I used your phone earlier, texted your brother to get you. 39°C Y/n, can't believe you really went to school like this."

You smiled at her. "No fever this morning. Maybe because of the cold rain." And you were surprised your voice got hoarse. You swallowed hard and felt a pain in your throat, eyes squinting at the feeling.

Liar. You stayed up there all night until your legs hurt because you can't sleep. That's why you're burning up right now.

"Is she okay?"

You heard a new but familiar voice out of ajared door of the clinic. It's that same boy from before you fainted. You chewed your cheeks, remembering what'd happened.

"The girl that doesn't know you is already awake, Tobio."

"Don't tease Ou-sama like that. Should be hardーHey! Where are you going?"

Ran quickly got up on her seat and peeked at the door. You could see her glaring at Kei and Tadashi through the slight gap of the curtain from your bed. The duo behind the door went silent by it.

"Go ahead to the practice when homeroom's over. I'll wait for Y/n's brother." She went back to your side and sat at her chair while dialing in her phone. "You're still dizzy, Y/n?"

You shook your head and smiled.

"Tobio, can you please please gather Y/n's things and bring it here in the clinic?ーAh, no butsーYes, Tobio. Let the two idiots help you if you can't do it alone.ーYes. Bye."

She sighed and looked at you, her smile felt tired. "Don't know what to feel, really. But we'll talk after your fever's gone, okay?"

You nodded and suddenly felt drowsy all of a sudden through her silent hums and peaceful atmosphere, with the still calming rain outside. Can't practice today, huh. You're dumb, Y/n.

Embarassing.

You're embarassing, Kageyama Tobio!

If people hasn't seen a much grumpier Tobio, then they would see it now as he trots through the halls to your classroom, Class 2-4. Still irritated about Kei and Tadashi's teasing, and Ran's favor that includes your things. Wait, scratch the latter, it's not irritating if it includes you.

He noticed Shoyo came out of his room to peek on him, and he hated how his eyes linger on him. Tobio glared at him as he passes but Shoyo ignored it and followed him to your classroom anyway.

And Tobio ignored the wide eyes, snickers and murmurs when he entered your room, went straight to your desk and plop on your chair scanning your things before carefully organizing your things into your cute bag. It was not long when the two idiots Ran mentioned came back from the clinic, brows up in his figure, and seating back to their respective chairs just behind your desk and Ran's.

"She has gifts too, under."

"Help me." He growled at Tadashi who just grinned at him, still feeling the aftershock of the embarassment an hour ago, but it was not long too when Tadashi decided to help. Because there were really many small ones, compared to Ran's big packs of chocolates.

Tobio noticed Shoyo hovering, watching, keeping an eye at the chocolates and on Tobio, pale orange brows furrowed and lips upturning to a pout. "She rejected you."

The two idiots didn't really tried hard to suppress their laughs, much to his dismay, but he just ignored them and continued on picking up the chocolates. Until he found a box with a familiar name on it.

It was a box of chocolates from a boy in his class. His face soured at the sight of strawberry and cream colored chocolates under the transparent film and tossed the box to Kei's desk. "Snack." And the three guffawed, immediately dividing the chocolates inside to four.

Tobio kept inspecting your chocolates, tossing the ones from the senders that he knew to Kei's desk like the first one. And he stopped at one in a little pouch, read the tag and snapped his scalding eyes to Tadashi who immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Obligatory! Got a same one for Ran and Yachi-san too! Look! The same rose colored pouch!" Tobio readily ignored him and tossed the pouch to Kei's desk while Shoyo rummaged in Ran's chocolates too.

"Hey! Put that back in her pile!"

The three went as noisy as they get while sorting your chocolates, leaving Kei in an immeasurable agony in the wake of his realization that he forgot his headphones. "I hate White Day."

Your classmates stared at the scene at the back of their classroom, enjoying the way Tobio didn't deny them the showcase of his possessiveness in terms of who must give you chocolates. And he thinks you might hate him after this but he pleads in his mind that you'll be patient with him for he doesn't know how to act when it comes to youーhis first romantic feeling. He shall maybe ask Ran for advice on how to act, which he already did and obviously failed but it's all on his incompetence, or an advice from his sister Miwa. He closed his eyes as he pictures her sister's grinning and teasing.

"What. Are you four. FUCKING. Doing?"

Tobio saw Ran entered the room and immediately was seething when she assessed the situation, saw the pile of chocolates in Kei's desk, and on a plastic bag dangling in the side of your desk, and on Shoyo who was already munching out of a box of chocolates in Kei's desk, Tadashi in mid-pick from it, too.

Tobio pouted as he turned his head away from her eyes and immediately gathered the rest of your chocolates and stuffed it all in the plastic bag he pulled from one of your classmate for your chocolates. And with the flowers he bought for you, he stood and left with your things in his arms.

When he reached the clinic's door, the little flowers he purposely picked wrapped in delicate rose gold wrapping paper shake and it was a while when he realized it was his hand that's shaking. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, creasing the paper more in his hold. Then he opened the door.

There are a few moments that left Tobio scared and running, or extensive fear that'll leave him dead, that'll make him wish he's dead. Being abandoned by his teammates, being left out, or Ran, Oikawa, or the both of them.. and Atsumu, too. But Ran's the scariest of the people out there, or maybe his sister when he'll leave his dirty dishes in the sink. Orー

This.

He thought you were still sleeping. He thought he was gonna just drop your things beside your sleeping figure, and maybe revel at your sleeping face a few seconds to engrave in his mind for the days to come, and then leave silently. He thought gravely wrong.

Your attention turned to him, cutting off the conversation you had with your brother at the sudden sound of the clinic's door opening. Tobio's knees was buckling when you met his dark blue eyes, and he somehow melted on the spot.

"Yes?"

And Tobio's eyes fell on a boy older than him, might already a college student ,he thought. Tobio was sensing a protective stance from the older boy as he glides in the room achingly slow and guard up like a prey carefully prancing to a predator's cave praying to go unnoticed and unscathed.

"My things!" In Tobio's peripherals, you attempted to jump out of bed but the boy beside you held you down in the bed. He fought the desire to look at your pale face and settled your things down carefully to an empty chair near your bed, his flowers on top of the pile.

He shuddered when he remembered what you'd said barely two hours ago, and he wanted to leave right now and he would. Tobio's bow was rushed and his feet was shuffling fast, covering the distance of your bed to the door when you suddenly called out a "Thank you, Kageyama!"

His shuffling momentum was hard to resist as he closed the door and took a few steps more before he registered what you just called him out for. He was left confused as he hastily made his way back to his own room, your words, your voice that he swears was like a siren calling onto him replaying in his mind like his GC ringtone. And he slowed down, relaxing his pace and a soft smile plastered in his face.

And the rest of the classroomsーinfested with his sheepish admirersーhe passed didn't let that sight pass by, and bet that they knew what happened in your classroom, an incident that got them bitter with you and of how you responded to their King. Yet no one will dare touch you as the days went by, afraid of the consequences of their pathetic bullying.

But you did mind Tobio's actions because one, your newfound haters would stare at your every move, much when you're alone. You wanted to confront them but it might ignite something that shouldn't, so you let them.

Two, the note Tobio left with his irises are bugging you til you fall asleep, for nights.

swearing 'am not a stalker but seeing you gliding thru ice with confidence gives warmth in me to strive harder in mine too. irises for you, my confidence.

You scoffed firsthand, thinking What confidence? He even walked out on me.; thinking about how did he knew about your sport. You were sure you were secretive because you didn't want to announce to the world what you're doing, and letting others see you compete and then, failing in front of their eyes. You don't like that. But the second time you stared and really look at the irises, it somehow gave you the same thing Tobio thought you gave him. And his penmanship somehowーdon't judge Y/n.

Third was this. Tadashi courting Hitoka and immediately getting a yes from her. If it happened a month before receiving the irises, you might already be crying your heart out to sleep. Strange. It wasn't as painful as you imagined it would be. Your unrequited feelings for Tadashi of a year was somehow wavering without you noticing. And it gave you confidence to talk to him eye to eye now, brave that he won't see anything other than genuine happiness for him and his girlfriend.

And fourth, you didn't hear from Tobio since that day. Sure, you dwell on the same floor, on the same building, and on the same school but no news of him, even at the slightest sighting. And you were curious why. You're sure he's thinking he was rejected, because that was what Ran told you when she talked to you about that as soon as your fever's gone. Shoyo reportedly assumed you rejected Tobio, and the whole Karasuno population was thinking that was it.

But no. God no.

You were clearly misunderstood, but no crying on spilled milk right now. You'd let the others think what they want to think. What bothers you is what Tobio might think of you.

"You're strange. But don't worry, he's okay with everything you can give him, Y/n. And he didn't gave up on you. Spoken directly from his mouth. Though, he's really really busy right now."

Ran was talking in a moderate tone, ignoring the fact that Kei and Tadashi might be listening to them even if they had their own conversation on your backs. And she winked at you.

"You're interested with Tobio now huh?"

You scoffed and sat against your chair properly. "No." But Ran didn't buy that answer as the events after that Friday held evidence.

Hyacinths with a bit of white tulips graced your desk as you came up that Monday and it smelled so sweet, it calmed your weary bones from the kind of practice you had that weekend. Your classmates present at that minute were already teasing you with Tobio and you just had to shake your head in hopes that they will stop with the teasing.

forgive me. i don't want to hover around and pressure you, impose myself to you. love watching you from afar doing things you love. still uncertain about what you think of this, and i care about that, but i'm not gonna give up on you. that, i assure you, my hyacinth.

"Ah, Y/n-san." Ashen colored hair peeked from the door and you remembered him from one of the boys that lingered with Ran last school year. You don't know his name, but his trademark hair had made you remember who he is, well, who was he. You pursed your lips thinking you don't have a clue on what was his name.

The boy bowed to your classmates in excuse and made his way to you, carrying a messily gift-wrapped box. He handed it to you, grinning. "He said you'll need it so use it."

"Huh? Whー"

"Just take it, Y/n-san. Please." He nudged the box on you when you pushed it slightly back to him. "They'll be late. Ran-san's scary today."

"Okay." You trailed your fingers to the flowery designed wrapper as you placed it on your desk. "What's your name?"

"Yokiro-des!"

You nodded, "Yokiro-kun, tell Kageyama-kun that I appreciate this, but he need not do this.." You trailed in your last phrase, which saddened the boy's face.

"Y/n-san, Kageyama-san's really smiling lately, and out of nowhere. He's also more focused on volleyball, heard him and Ran-san talking about working him off to get picked on World Youth camp this year."

Why was the kid telling you all this? You were maybe too confused that it reflected on your face to which he chuckled as more of your classmates piled into the room, eyeing you both.

"What I am saying is that, he's more motivated now because of you, and we are liking that change. Though, Suga-san said not to pressure you.. but please Y/n-san.. let him do these things to you." And he bowed in front of you, shocking you. You immediately held his shoulders to stop him from bowing, and he did, smiling as he straightened up his back.

"Kageyama-san's a good man, Y/n-san."

Tobio sneezed and sneezed as he went on setting for Shoyo for the spike-receive drill Ran had made them practice, Tadashi and Kei on the other side receiving.

"Are we not done yet?" Shoyo whispered to Tobio as Ran ranted out to Tadashi and Kei again.

But Tobio's attention wasn't with him, nor on Ran, nor anyone in the court. It was on the other side of the building, on a girl talking to his kouhai who he asked to give the gift.

"And you! Tobio! Why are your fingers bloody? It's smudging on their arms and hands!" Shoyo just noticed his hands and irked out, getting his towel and wiped his blood-smudged hands.

Tobio sighed and looked at Ran, "Can we go now? I can't fail any subjects this summer."

Ran scowled at him and walked out from the court. He sighed again and went for his tumbler in the side of the court.

"Thank you, Ou-sama."

"Oy! Ran! Your shoes!"

"I HATE YOU!"

In normal days, Tobio might've let Ran drag on with her vents about her boyfriend but not now. He's gonna be late for Math and he can't always take Tadashi to tutor him for that, after he knew what was he to you accidentally. Ran somehow mentioned it, just the surface of it, never intentional to spill it to him, but it's all the same.

And he's trying so so hard not to hold that up on Tadashi, his friend obviously was oblivious of you having a crush on him, he almost thinks that the trio is as dense as they can be.

The whole month after that courting incident was intense for him. He rashly told Ran to give him doubles of what she can give to him, making his academics also a priority, too. And the weekends were with Miwa, learning how to knit, or with his Eita-san and his guitar, or secretly with you, watching your routines.

The latter was his calm through his stormy month, and it will be through the times to come. And the thought of you will always be with him, even during the time when he was really picked for World Youth. The Karasuno team was overjoyed of that feat, and you are, too, when Ran relayed to you the news. I mean, that's World Youth, whoa great feat, you thought.

"Tell him I'm proud of him, Ran. Okay?"

You heard a collective teasing hum at your backs and you smacked Tadashi's thigh that was just behind you. They were teasing more through the month after the hyacinths, their other volleyball kouhais are in it too whenever they have the chance, him in a distance watching with his blueberry eyes. And you wanted to let him know that you loved the rose colored earmuff and a dark blue scarf with your messily knitted name in white. use it whenever you skate, hoping this is not imposition. just want to keep you warm, cant get you fevers now. you have to continue practicing. i believe in you.

"Where's the World Youth now? Still in Poland?" Tadashi asked through the lunch one day after Tobio's camp started. You, fourー well six because Shoyo and Hitoka are here too in Tobio's absenceー were sharing tables to have lunch together.

"Tobio said it's Norway this year, and two weeks. Good thing he doesn't have failed subjects this year." Ran sighed in relief and quirked a brow on you, and winked making Hitoka chuckle in your side. "He did good Y/n."

You unconsciously nod and smiled as you ate and Shoyo snickered, earning your attention. In that swift moment, he immediately put down his phone and went on eating, and Kei noticed that.

"Do that again with me, Hinata."

"You only want to stimulate him, Kei."

"That's the point, Ran." Kei grinned and reached out for your hand across the table. "Exchange seats with her, Tadashi-kun. Can't slip this chance to torture his simpleton head." He murmured low that made you blush, much more when Tadashi snickered and abide to Kei's schemes, transferring your bento on Kei's side.

Your brows knitted when Kei wrapped his arm around your waist as soon as you took your seat, "Just for a picture Y/n. This will turn out good, I promise." He whispered in your ear, breathy and you glanced at Shoyo grinning, taking pictures of you and Kei.

"Don't want him to feel insecure." You mumbled back at him that froze him in his seat, stared at you in awe. The others with you can't make out what you said, but Kei did, he was so close how could he not hear you. Kei cleared his throat and took his hand away from you, leaned away in silent apology.

"Don't send that, Hinata."

"But I already sent it at the GC."

You pursed your lips as they synched movement, pulling out their phones. You wanted to lean on Kei to take a look but it's inappropriate for you after what you've said, but he sensed you wanted to know what's happening and did the unthinkable.

They guffawed amidst the incessant dings went on from their phones, and a soft ding from yours, and it went on. You pulled your phone while your eyes are on them watching you fish out your phone.

☆ VOLLEYBALL IDIOTS - MAIN ☆

OWL | Akinori

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! @Tobio Kageyama

CAT | Mori

That's fast unlike @Tobio Kageyama

DT | Mai

What the hell, Kei! That's foul!

JZJ | Yuuji

@Tobio Kageyama

FOX | Tsumu

Invite her to the Okinawa trip next week!

We'll have more fun without Tobio!

CRW | Koushi

@Kei Tsukishima! 😤

CRW | Ryuunosuke

WHAT THE HELL! THE BRO CODE @Kei Tsukishima!

OWL | Yukippe

LMAO! @Tobio Kageyama my condolences

ITC | Motoya

Oh ho ho ho @Tobio Kageyama

SJ | Hajime

Not good Kei but LMAO

@Tooru Oikawa @Tobio Kageyama

CAT | Tetsu

🤦‍♂️

FOX | Samu

Hey! Stop teasing them!

@Tobio Kageyama

FOX | Rintaro

LOL! @Tobio Kageyama say something! Stop with the seen!

*attaches 6 pictures*

Kei Tsukishima added you in the group chat

Kei Tsukishima changed your nickname to TOBIO'S Y/N

CRW | Tobio

Just woke up and this happens

Tobio Kageyama kicked Kei Tsukishima in the group chat

Shinsuke Kita added Kei Tsukishima in the group chat

Kei Tsukishima kicked Tobio Kageyama in the group chat

Keiji Akaashi added Tobio Kageyama in the group chat

OWL | Keiji

Stop it. You two. Have shame on Y/n-san. SMH.

CRW | Tobio

Good noon there in Japan, Y/n. Hope you're having a nice lunch. 🥰

I'm sorry for the commotion.

You can leave if you don't like it here. I'm sorry.

CAT | Lev

Why are you calm here but so angry in the other GC, Tobio?

CAT | Sou

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

CRW | Tadashi

LEV!

STZ | Eita

LOL! 😆

FOX | Rintaro

I swear I don't know him

TOBIO'S Y/N

It's okay @Tobio. I'll be staying if y'all dont mind. Feel free to kick me anytime. And good morning! Have your stretches and breakfast.

And that was Kei's idea. I'm sorry.

CRW | Ran

First interaction through phone 👀

CRW | Yuu

👀

SJ | Akira

👀

JZJ | Hana

👀

OWL | Kaori

👀

STZ | Taichi

@Morisuke Yaku, tea!

CAT | Mori

🍵

CRW | Tobio

Okay, then stay 🥰 I hope you wont mind them being noisy.

FOX | Aran

Contrasting from GC to GC, I see.

TOBIO'S Y/N

Be yourself guys. Please don't mind me.

Happy to meet you all. 😊

You heard Kei and Tadashi laughed at their phones, typing away but nothing from them came up to the GC. You quickly considered what was said that there's really another GC where Tobio went amok. You smiled and patted Kei's shoulder before continuing your lunch, and Shoyo captured that again, sending it to the GC where Tobio's cursing Kei out and about. The agony of Tobio being halfway across the world is unsurmountable, he wanna strangle Kei like hell.

And you were really invited to the week-long Okinawa summer trip happening that weekend, but you had to decline. First, you're busy with the practice and the national competition you're preparing for is four months away, you have to focus. And second, it's kinda off thinking that Tobio is out of the country and doing everything he can to improve himself and you are just gonna go with his friends and laze out from practice. If he's working hard, you'll have to work hard too.

You shook your head at the thought as you untie your boots and blades and change to your slip-ons, keeping the skating footwear in your reserved locker in Sendai Ice Rink. It's already 7:33pm and you're hungry as hell, should go home directly, but the skies had plans.

"Y/n, someone asked me to give these to you." The friendly guard handed you a bouquet of red carnations, a box of pizza and is this chicken?, and an umbrella. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. You knew who was it from, you don't have to ask. He came home already.

"Where's he?"

As you were running, you're aware that the skies are having lightning shows and distant thunders are audible. It might rain soon. But you held the umbrella on one hand, the foods on your other, bouquet tucked into the plastic, bag with your tumbler, polaroid and towels not so heavy on your back.

missed your voice. missed how you seem to dance in my eyes. missed how your eyes glitter everytime i sneak a glance on you. missed you. so much. sorry for being away without saying a proper bye. wont do it again. hope red carnations can express enough the longing I have to see you.

For the past two weeks, you were left wondering about how you feel about Tobio after Kei said to sort out your feelings and work around it. You were left wondering how will you react if ever he's in front of you, standing, staring back at you even if he's got nothing to say; wondering how will you feel when he spills his heart for you just a little, face to face, again. How would you feel right now. How these months changed your perception of him, how he evolved in your eyes.

You have to see him, right now.

Heavy drops of rain came while you're halfway to the bus stop, huffing, catching your breaths, you opened the umbrella and went on running, wishing for Tobio to still be there. He still has to be there.

And you're thankful that the gods had answered your prayers, because in a distance, you can see Tobio's standing figure under the bus stop's shed, enjoying the rain in his fingertips, luggage just beside him. And he looked captivating. You stopped running and walked slowly as cars from the exit of the parking lot of the ice rink went by. Your eyes are still training on Tobio, basking his pouting side-profile to which you scoffed.

And he may have heard you scoffing through the sound of the rain and thunder because he had turned his head to you in surprise, as cars still pass by in front of you, his blueberry eyes still as deep and inquisitive. You can feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising at the seem-familiar but unknown feeling you can't deny you have been feeling when he's around you like this. This is some sort of a confirmation is it? You smiled at the thought as you watched the cars pass and to him.

He has many instances to which you make his heart skip a beat, and this was his worst one. He can feel that his heart did skip a beat, his throat constricting, eyes maybe watering, breathing heavy and raspy, hands all clammy and sweaty on the handle of his luggage, and wobbly legs. He can feel it to his bone, that he missed you. And you're standing just a few meters away from him, cars passing between the two of you, his umbrella in your hand, the food he ordered and the bouquet on the other. Your hair's all messed up and your breaths ragged, he thought maybe you ran all the way here to catch up to him and it made his heart swell a bit more.

He huffed as he composed himself, Eita, Tooru and Hajime's words kept ringing in his ears: Breathe in and breathe out. Don't scare her away, Tobio. Be clear and straightforward on your intentions, no sugarcoating. But don't give up even if things go wrong, it'll be alright.

Tobio watches you as you glanced up to the cars and back to him, a small smile plastered on your face, to which he feels all giddy. He's too whipped for you.

As soon as the cars were gone, you made your way to Tobio's space and shot a playful quirk on your brows that left him stunned.

"Okaeri, Kageyama."

You saw him steady his breath and huffed, smiling, which surprised you. "Tadaima, Y/n."

You smiled back as you walk past him to the bench of the bus stop. "Let's eat these together." You sat and tap the space beside you and Tobio made his way there and sat, all nervous.

"It's for you. I-I can't eatー"

"C'monー" You placed the pizza and chicken between the two of you, the flowers and your bag atop his luggage. "ーI'm hungry but I can't finish these all."

He squeaked an "Okay." to which you laughed lightly, biting your lip to control the laughter when you saw his face contorted in realization that his voice failed him.

"Don't be so nervous. Won't bite." You winked at him as you got a piece of pizza and offered it to him. "Eat." Pouting, he bowed his head and took the pizza slice you offered.

"Can't believe you went straight here from the airport." You took your own slice and ate, eyeing his luggage. "What time did you arrive?"

Swallowing his bite, he turned to you, "Arrived at Haneda by 3:30pm, then here by 5:45? Bought these at the station."

You offered another slice to him, eyes drifting to the flowers as he took the slice. "You should've went straight home and waited for Monday to see me." Lightning flashed through the skies as you spoke. "You should've went for a proper dinner with your family as you've been away for two weeー"

"I wanna see you immediately after I arrived here in Miyagi, Y/n, before I get to see everyone else."

You felt your heart hammering through the thunder and you can't help but smile. You put your hand down your thighs, with the slice in your hand, quivering breaths eliciting maybe from the soft winds, you wished it was from the winds.

"You know, Kageyamaー" You instinctly rubbed your knees with your free hand, head low as your voice. "You make me feel giddy."

You heard his soft hum at the end of the thunder, "You make me feel giddy, too."

The heavy rain failed to hide the soft tension between you and Kageyama. You stared at the highway where the cars and buses pass by through the growing minute of unspoken silence and soft breathy chuckles, the slice of pizza in your hand ignored for a while.

"I'm sorry Y/n." He said after the chuckles between the both of you curbed. "Am I going too fast? Am I pressuring you in some way?"

You smiled and hummed, shaking your head on his question, still can't manage an eye contact with him knowing it'll take your feelings a little bit higher and deeper.

"Not at all." You cleared your throat to spill the thoughts that have been messing with you through these months. "I should be the one to apologize. I spoke without thinking, might've offended you."

This time, Tobio was the one who shook his head and wide eyed, staring at you still head low and with a soft smile. "Y-you made me realize something, Y/n. That we should know each other more before getting to that stage. We still have our own individual goals to accomplish and I want us both to reach them beforeー"

Anxiousness was building up in his chest and the next words might've been a little louder, disturbing the peaceful sound of the heavy rain and thunder.

"If you really wanna be with me, Y/n. T-that's if you really wanna be with me." But it went breathy through the end, his voice wavering in embarassment and nervousness.

You were too stunned to speak for a few minutes, eating the slice to ease your nerves. And the anticipation for the worst gets the better of Tobio, his thighs were popping and you might've noticed it because you kicked his shoe gently and smiled at him, staring at his blueberry orbs under the light of the bus stop shed.

"I was really anxious of what you might've thought about what I blurted out of shock, of what you might've thought about me. And that, I might wanna pin more memories of you in my corkboard.. Kageyama Tobio."

You averted your eyes as you felt your heart throbbing on your throat, swallowing a large lump as you go. His blueberry eyes held storms, and you fought the feeling of being swallowed because you might like it there, too fast, too soon.

"And I like the thought of us reaching our own goals first, coz I might wanna date a world-class setter someday."

You heard him suck his breath harshfully and choke on the pizza he's eating. You fumbled fast on the side of your bag for your tumbler and handed it to him, to which he took immediately and drank from. You laughed when his choking calmed, wide eyes staring at you, lips opening and closing in attempts to speak out.

"Calm down, will you?" You spoke through your laughs, finishing the slice of pizza and taking a piece of chicken.

"I also wanna date a world-class figure skater someday, too!"

Your laughs went louder, Tobio can't get enough of the image you're showcasing in front of him right now. It's like a small rainbow amidst the brewing storm. He can't thank the people enough who were responsible of pushing him to confess to you. Without them, he might never got a chance to be here, witnessing the spectacle of your laughs that sounded more thunderous than thunder itself, shaking his whole being.

"Can we take a picture?" You asked while taking out your polaroid from the bag, setting the flowers on Tobio's lap who nodded sheepishly.

You took two pictures out from your polaroid and a ton out of your phone and his. Some of those were wacky, some just him eating, or you eating, or both of you eating. One with you holding the bouquet, one of him laughing because you told a joke before you hit the shutter and one of him trying his best to pry your fingers from your phone to which it resulted to a picture with your faces squished together for the whole frame,his face all scrunched up and you laughing.

"I'm saving this last one. This is exclusive." You took notice of his pouting face to which you laughed again. "I'm uploading one pic and I'll be tagging you cutie, is that okay?"

He nodded, pouting while eating his piece of chicken. "Just be ready to be bombarded with comments." He offered you a chicken piece. "Continue eating, the bus will come by in a few minutes."

You took a bite on the chicken he's holding out next to your mouth while your attention and hands are still on your phone and posting the picture. Welcome back, future world-class setter. Then you tucked your phone back in your bag and took the chicken from him and ate.

You continued casual talks with Tobio as you both ate and wait for the bus. Getting to know him from his perspective was actually better than how Ran and the others view of him. From his family, to how he started volleyball, up to how he begged for Ran to drag him to where he is right now, the star-setter of Miyagi next to that Oikawa Tooru that he had mentioned.

He was raw, and part of you wanted to be a part of that rawness.

And Tobio could feel the crows in his stomach whenever he asks you questions and you answer either with a giggle or a smile. He swears he tries to pay attention to your answers, and he did, but with the auditory memory of it being mixed with your giggles and smiles. He wanted to embed them all in his mind.

"Thank you, Y/n. For giving me a chance." Tobio blurted out as he takes the umbrella from your hand, kissing that hand tenderly and respectfully as the bus finally comes into view. He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, creating gentle circular strokes as to which you both stared at as the bus came to a halt.

You squeezed his hand and tugged lightly to make him follow you into the bus, glad your stop and his are just on one way, but that just means you have barely 15 minutes until you both will be dragged back to your priorities, your goals.

The bus was half empty when you both piled in. You sat by the window, hand still intertwined with his as he sat beside you. You both felt the drain from your athletic bodies as you leaned on his shoulder and his head on yours, the gentle hum of the running bus along the rain, the hushed murmurs of the passengers and Tobio's breaths giving you peace.

"Thank you for having the courage to ask me out, Kageyama. Now, I'm assuring you that I won't entertain anyone but you. I wanna make this work, because I'm starting to like you." You mumbled through your breaths, confident enough that he heard every single word you said, and he did because he chuckled and his next words will leave you fumbling and giddy all over again.

"Then stop calling me Kageyama, Y/n. You have to get used on Tobio or anything other than my last name because you'll be bearing that in the future, too."

You sucked your breath and froze, and he did too, maybe surprised at what he had said, both of you resembling deers in the headlights. You swallowed hard as you felt your face burn, entangling your hand that he held just to cover your face and leaned back on the seat, with a sound between a groan and a whimper.

"IーI'm sorry. Got ahead of myself. I'm sorry Y/n."

You peeked at him and he had his eyes shut close and he was mumbling incoherent phrases you can't understand, maybe cursing himself for what he had just said.

"I'm really curious as to why Shoyo said you're not good with your words, Tobio." You brushed the back of your hand with his to get his attention. "Don't worry." You cooed at him, smiling when he caught your gaze. "If things go well, we'll get there. Let's do task focus first, hm?"

"Can you promise that it'll be me when you reach the top, Y/n?" His voice was low as his head hung, laced with shame, pursing his lips, like he don't wanna utter those words. "I'm really pushing my luck, am I?"

"I can't promise.." You trailed and smiled at him, "But can I try my best and show you?"

His eyes were wide-eyed, and you grinned at the sight of it. Who else won't be surprised? Just four-five months ago, it was Tadashi, but now.. you have started falling for this man in front of you, and hard. The bus stop has witnessed the evolution of your feelings, and it's all thanks to Kei, and to anyone that brought Tobio to you.

The feeling isn't like with Tadashi, it's calm even when the surrounding elements were on rageーthe eye of the storm, a serene feeling. And you can't deny that you have the feeling that with Tobio, it's where you belong, all along. So you wanna do everything to make this right.

Now the challenge to the top is before you.

"I'll wait for you, even if it takes forever Y/n."

You smirked. "Why? Are you already on top, huh? You just represented Japan to the world, that doesn't mean you're at the top already."

"HEY!" His voice went louder, clearly offended and you just giggled at his scrunched up face that faltered at the sight of your laughing eyes. The passengers of the bus glanced up at both of you, embarassment momentarily creeped up your skins. Tobio immediately composed himself and huffed, turning away his face from you, chin up.

"The coach of Italy's Ali Roma was there in the World Camp and he said he'll recruit me and wait for me to take the offer. Poland's ZAKSA too." It was his turn to smirk at you, who has your jaw already dropped at what you just heard.

"Shut.. up.." You're still in the trance of shock. Italy and Poland are world-renowned in the world of volleyball, along with Argentina and Brazil, and Tobio was just invited to two of those countries. "Oh my God, Tobio."

He huffed and took your hand, "I planned to inform you after your national championships in November to reduce the pressure butー" His smile was soft now, blueberry irises staring at you. "I want you to be included in every decision I will make, even if it's still not appropriate in the state of our relationship now."

"I don't know what to feel. You're pressuring me but you're too sweet." Your voice was breathy as you leaned back to your seat, hand clasped hard at his. "But I won't give in on the pressure. Task focus."

He kissed your hand again and gave it a squeeze, somehow sending you your needed support. "You can do it, I know you can. I'll be right here, your number 1 supporter."

And you held onto what he said, onto all of his words as you pin your pictures with him in your corkboard along with the pictures of the bouquets he has given you.

Tobio was slumped on the hardwood floor of Fukurodani's volleyball court, eyes glued on his smartphone, with the rest of the teams on practice games on the courts. He came excusedーactually beggedーfor the games that late November afternoon as he watched you in his phone live from Niigata, on a national championship participated by the whole country. He asked to be with you in your competition but you vehemently declined, reminding him of both your goals.

He doesn't know much how the competition works but he knows your basic moves and some of the names of those twirls and loops. What he was waiting for was if you could do that quad-axle you've been practicing for the last 4 months. Well, he doesn't mind if you could do it or not, you're still the best for him without that move but you specifically told him it was important because that move equivalents to a large point. He whined first, reminding when you almost got yourself injured, but he somehow put his faith on you that you can do it, in a condition that you won't be injured, ever.

He saw you gliding into the rink, and his nerves all went perked up. He breathed out, puffing his cheeks to which Ran saw from the bench and took a picture of him, sending it to the GC, where the others were also watching online after Tobio told them you're competing. Atsumu even teased you that you should've invited them, the college ones, to watch live in Niigata, Tetsurou placing bets on that quad-axle and Eita whining why didn't you use any of his songs for your performance, or even in your free skate one.

And you were thankful for them, as you started gliding with the fast-paced music through the ice, wishing all your routines will go well, and reminding yourself that this will be a one step closer to Tobio.

And Tobio prayed to the gods as he watched, practically wishing for everything to go well with you not falling and uninjured, and maybe a bonus: winning. And he did shouted victorious when that anticipated quad-axle was perfectly executed along the end of your performance, pulling the whole gym's attention to him, initially getting a heavy hand on his shoulders from Ran from the scare but he didn't care. Your hardwork for that stunt was paid off as later that early evening, you were announced as the national champion of the event.

In his high spirits, he played the last set of the practice game for the day, and of the training camp, and Karasuno dumped Inarizaki by 16:25.

And that Wednesday after the extended holiday, your win was celebrated by the whole school, not curious at all as to how they knew because Tobio posted your polaroid photo with him that night after winning, took a photo with the future world-class figure skater before anyone else does. And it melted your heart, now a bit more as you saw him waiting for you with the whole volleyball team in the hallway to your classroom, a bouquet of red dahlias in hand.

told you you can do it. congratulations on your first hurdle, on to the next one. will be with you every step of the way with full faith and confidence. you can overcome everything, i believe in you.

And the week after that, you received a text from the Figure Skating National Team, inviting you to join them as soon as you graduate high school. To your excitement, you bolted to Tobio's room, ignoring the calls of your english teacher as you storm through the halls, bounding and phone in hand.

Tobio was wide eyed when he saw you, immediately approaching you with concern, running his fingers to fix your hair and before he could blabber his concerns, you shove your phone into his face, making him more wide eyed and he hugged you maybe too tight you felt your bones nearly crush beneath his arms, teases from his classmates and maybe from those peeking to the hallway for the commotion were evident.

"Y/n! So proud of you! The National Team! It's the National Team!"

You smirked with pride seething through your skin as you pulled away, "Got there first. Hurry up, slow poke."

"Are you challenging me?"

"Kageyama, we're still in the middle of the class."

"C'mon, miss. It's rare to see Kageyama-kun like that!"

"Excuse me, Kimoto-kun?"

"Yep!" You snickered at him and bowed to his chemistry teacher. "We'll talk later." And you swiftly stood on your toes to place a kiss on his cheeks, much to his bewilderment, made his face burn like hell, and you were oblivious as you hop back to your classroom typing a reply to the National Team.

Tobio seethed through his teeth, in annoyance to the challenge and flusteredness and giddiness for your actions. He can't wait to be your boyfriend so he can kiss you properly. So he took the challenge a little more seriously.

You're rubbing your palms together as your team are voicing their words of encouragement for you, your eyes on him. He's just as nervous as you, with a few of the Olympic team on his back with their own words of encouragement.

Tobio mouthed a "Hug?" through the noise around both of you and you obliged, making a beeline to him and crushed yourself into his open arms. You immediately felt calm with his arms wrapped around you and you chuckled at your own realization as he kissed your head.

"Hey! Tobio! Her hair! Don't mess with it!"

"Ran. Let them. She's nervous."

"But plushie!"

You peeked at Ran and her husband with their twins and 3-month-old baby, but Tobio covered your eyes, "Don't peek on them. You'll get ideas too far off from our plans, and I might like it." You laughed because he read you too well, washing your nervousness and tension.

"I must winー"

He shook his head and kissed your forehead, brushing his fingers on either of your cheeks as you both heard your name getting called out to get ready.

"Go bring them your thunderstorm, and take your last step towards me. I'll be waiting."

Tobio never cared of you winning. Him knowing you're doing your best to make a name for the world to revel is enough for him, and he'll not dare say that in front of you, for he values the challenge you both made for yourselves four years ago in that bus home.

He saw you taking grand wins and heartbreak losses throughout these years and he's proud of you with all that he is, that you didn't gave up, determined to reach that goal. It makes him feel giddy, heart swelling more and more, thinking that he is one of your motivation, because he's waiting for you to reach the top where he already is.

You're already at the center of the Grand Prix Final event, gliding through the ice, after 3 qualifiers to which you aced and were seeded from the world championship last 9 months in Pyongyang, Korea and Milan, Italy. This is the perfect time to have grand slams within a year, and you'll be satisfied as your name would surely be resounded through the world like thunder.

While performing the song you picked and dedicated for Tobio, you can't help but to shed brushes of tears, remembering everything that has got you to this stage, what you did to get to him, all the pictures from your corkboard through the 4 years playing on your mind like a powerpoint. And Tobio stood there in awe as he watched you perfecting everything you have practiced for this day, cheers from his noisy olympic teammatesーwell, it's mainly Atsumu and Koraiーbehind him. And he can't help but sniff and wipe his tears rolling to his cheeks, making Ran's twins laugh at him.

And if you get the chance to glance up at him during the length of the performance, you smile and wink at him through your tears, the event umpires taking notice of that little action, soon taking notice of the Japan's Men's Volleyball National Team in the ISU Grand Prix Finals, too. And taking notice of the blueberry eyed man on which the focus was on you alone, ignoring the teases from his friends.

That moment will trend more than your 3 grand slam wins that year, as you finally kissed Tobio on his lips to which he pulled you more in for a deeper, much awaited kiss of four years, saying yes to being his girlfriend.

"Huh? I thought you're already in a relationship?" Korai blabbered as he inspected your trophy, Ran's 3-year old curious little girl on his lap inspecting the trophy too.

"He even bought a ring not long ago, Y/n."

Your eyes widen on a red-faced Tobio who was now battering Shoyo, with Toshi in between. You groaned as you covered your face of which you felt reddening too, and you feel your entire being getting giddy deep to your bones as your team went teasing as soon as they heard of it.

God, Tobio really knows how to fluster you even after all these years. You're convinced that he's the lightning of his own storm, and you're glad you were strucked with that lightning, meeting his expected effect, a thunder so loud it'd be heard across the world.

And you love him, and this time if he'll ask you that progressingly bold question, you know you'll not double take on saying yes this time.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Azriel x Reader | Honey Kisses

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Azriel’s eyes were fixed on the small droplet of sweet liquid on your skin—the small droplet that so terribly slowly slid from your lower lip and finally landed on the your plate. Your tongue poked out and you licked another drop away. Swallowing a groan, the Spymaster’s knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the edge of the counter.

At first you hadn’t realised what affect you eating a piece of bread with honey had on him. Now you did and enjoyed —savoured— every bit of it.

"Enjoying the show?" you cooed. Azriel’s eyes widened when colour bloomed high on his cheeks.

He did not answer, trying to lace his features into cool boredom. That annoyed you. Since weeks you had to his thing going on where you would endlessly tease and taunt each other but it would never be more. And Cauldron, you wanted him badly.

Taking another bite, you hummed in delight feeling a droplet of honey once again trail down your lower lip to your chin. The moment you lowered the bread and wanted to lick away the sweet liquid a hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head back. In an instant your gaze met the Shadowsinger’s—eyes of warm hazel locking with yours.

You felt his thumb carefully sweep over your chin, gathering the honey. One moment his thumb was on your chin, the next he sucked it between his full lips, the noises a sin in your ears.

“Sweet.“ he hummed upon removing his thumb and letting his hand drop to your shoulder. You stared, wide-eyed, up at him while drawing in a deep breath. And you sure as hell could tell that his scent had changed.

“There is more were you got that from.“ you told him when suddenly a wave of confidence flooded you. Not only confidence. Damp heat flooded you as well, pooling at your very core.

Arching a brow, Azriel smirked while lowering his face to yours. He definitely could sent the change in your scent as well. “Is there?“

To that you closed your eyes, nodding and then…there were lips on yours. And a tongue. He parted your lips with his tongue, meeting yours with every stroke and tasted the sweet honey in your mouth and on your lips. He savoured the kiss like a starving male his first meal. Azriel’s scarred hand cupped your jaw and when you gasped, he pulled back.

A smile bloomed on his lips.

“Now, I want to know if every part of your body tastes that sweet.“ A low groan followed his uttering, his pupils dilating while licking over his lower lip. Your breath came in pants, heart speeding up. You slyly smiled at him.

“Please, tell me you want to find out immediately.“

The Spymaster’s hand hooked under your arm, he lifted you out of the chair and spun you towards him. “Oh, hell yes, sweetheart, that is exactly what I want to do now.“ Bracing your hands on his heaving chest, you flashed him a grin. A big and genuine grin, letting him see exactly how much you wanted him.

“On the table. Spread your legs!“ It was no question, it was a command but still came out soft and gentle. Gods, you already went molten. Anticipation bubbled inside of you when his hands slid up your thighs, scarred, slender fingers hooking around the hem of you panties and he slowly tried to wiggle them down. “Lift your ass for me, sweetheart.“ You did as told, lifting your hips and leaning back onto your elbows. Now, you were gone. You were his and you knew you would let him do whatever he would wanted to do then on the kitchen table. On the kitchentable where any minute anyone could walk in or fly by outside the floor-to-celing windows.

“We have just kissed and that already got you so soaked? Gods, you are my end, Y/N.“ Groaning loudly you threw your head back and gritted out a hoarse yes. Damn him, you actually had wanted to let Azriel suffer at least a bit but obviously your traitorous body had to give you away. Azriel's lips moved to your lower leg, when he hummed in delight and let his tongue slowly trace upwards to your knee. He licked one broad stroke over your inner thigh, placing kisses until he reached the apex of your thighs. And then—

Someone harrumphed, footsteps nearing. Pulling back, Azriel squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly. “Bastard.”

You sighed in frustration, your heart racing and looking around to find your panties, but Azriel picked them up and stuffed them in his back pocket. “Just because we got interrupted does not mean we cannot continue this. Up to my room. Now!”

You grinned, hopping of the table and clasping his hand in yours. “Oh yes.”

Upon walking out of the dining room you met Cassian. He wore a shit-eating grin, leaning in to Azriel and trying to whisper, “Payback for when you walked in on me and Nes.”

Snorting, Azriel flipped him off and consequently shadow-winnowed you to his room so no more time was wasted.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 2 months

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Begging For Your Body

Intruality (Remus x Patton) Prompt: Intruality with soft!dom Patton and bottom Remus. The main plot of this would be that maybe Remus was feeling down, having intrusive thoughts (as he does), specifically about his body image, and Patton is there to comfort him and love up on him <3. Kinks are praise, grinding, begging (from the dom perspective, (ex: "Please, Please let me make you feel good, baby?"), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and a lot of pet names-) Warnings: sex, overstimulation, grinding A request from my AO3

Remus stares at himself in the cracked mirror before him, dressed in just his boxers.

He doesn't often have problems with his body - physical insecurities were more often relayed to Virgil or Roman - but as his eyes dance over his bony frame, he doesn't feel great about it. He's unhealthily thin (no doubt from his avoidance of any food with proper nutrients), bones protruding ever ridge and crevice. From his ribs, to his hips, to his prominent pisiforms. He was disgusting

Physically; he was disgusting, physically.

Remus's thin fingers pull at his equally thin hair, coating his digits in grease and sticky substances. No wonder no one wants to touch him.

His hands travel downwards, over his sharp jaw and nose, his sunken eyes, and his chapped lips, before carding over his spikey mustache. He must be so uncomfortable to kiss.

And then even further down, his hairy chest, arms, legs; there was even a thick trail of hair down to his boxers, where he was just as hairy underneath them. Of course he wouldn't be cuddled with; he'd probably make his companion itch like hell.

He frowns, deep and unsettlingly. Regardless of his expressions, he looked unnerving.

Smiling? Psychotic. Frowning? Murderous. Neutral? Wide-eyed and crazy, unable to stand still.

Remus's hands ball into fists at his sides, as he's filled with the impulsive urge to drive his hand through his mirror and smash it until it's nothing but a blood-covered mess on his grimy floor, and his hand was so unrecognizable that he wouldn't have to worry about his jagged nails or hitchhikers thumb.

Before he can act on his impulses though, there's a knock on his door.

"Remus," Patton gently speaks through it, followed by a couple seconds of silence. There's a pause, before Patton softly continues "Remus... are you alright?"

"No," Remus answers, quick and honest, before biting his tongue hard enough to taste metal in his mouth. He's almost embarrassed by the vulnerability in his answer, and so adds "I'm demented, remember?" in order to make it seem like a typical crazy comment.

Unfortunately, Patton can see right through him, and his door is being slowly pushed open as Patton steps inside, shutting it behind him.

"I don't mean to intrude," Patton begins, as his eyes flicker over Remus's bare body before quickly looking away, flushing as he realizes Remus is almost entirely stripped down, "but we could... I could feel your negativity pulsing through the mindscape."

Remus huffs. "God forbid I do anything."

Immediately, Patton is waving his hands wildly. "No- no!" he exclaims, attempting to overcompensation for the misconception. "That's not- it's not your fault. Well, it is your fault, but you're feeling, and that's okay! It's okay to feel, and it's okay to feel bad." Patton sucks in a deep breath, pulling his hands close to his chest, keeping his palms clasped together. "I just... wanted to come offer support, and hopefully help you feel better. If you'd be willing to let me, of course."

"You don't even know what's wrong."

Remus's words aren't accusatory; they're just blunt, though they make Patton shift his weight back and forth.

"I'd like to," Patton expresses, voice quiet. "Let me help."

Remus stares at Patton, expression unreadable, before his lips crack into a smile, splitting down the chapped lines and sending a slight stinging pain over his mouth.

"Fine," he replies, turning to face Patton fully. "Why the hell not? It'll give me something to do, at least."

Patton approaches him slowly, reminding Remus that the two of them are vaguely the same height, though wildly different in terms of anatomy. Patton was fuller-figured, with big strong arms and a nice full stomach. He was healthy, if not over-indulgent, in such a way that Remus would love the idea of burying his face into Patton's soft tummy.

He sneaks a glance at himself in the mirror; his own stomach is practically nonexistent. There's no definition. His ribs stick out further than his gut does, which has him poking his torso as he thinks about the fact he's barrel-chested.

Patton's own hand comes to grab Remus's, pulling it away from his body and holding it down by their hips.

"What's going on, honey?" Patton then asks, voice quiet and focused. He's watching Remus with his wide, baby-blue eyes. Patton's eyelashes are long and blonde. Remus's eyelashes are partially ripped out, and the rest clumped with day-old mascara. Remus is almost surprised Patton isn't recoiling as he observes Remus's features up close.

"I'm horrifying," comes Remus's honest response, voice surprisingly measured despite his overwhelming urge to shriek.

Patton looks a bit confused at the vagueness, and as he entwines their other hands - squeezing both of Remus's palms softly - he prompts "how so?"

Remus looks down at his body, feeling the underside of his chin press into his neck.

"Look at me," comes Remus's bitter response. "I'm even more disgusting to look at than I am to listen to."

"Oh," Patton breathes, face falling into a sad, sympathetic frown. "Oh, honey. Remus. That's not true in the slightest." One of Patton's big, soft hands comes to cup Remus's jagged jaw, thumbing over his cheek. "You're not disgusting to look at, nor listen to."

Remus shrugs. "You can say that. Doesn't mean it's true."

"Oh, darling," Patton sighs. "You poor thing. You poor, poor thing, and your sad thoughts." Both of Patton's hands slide up Remus's arms, and come to cup his face. Patton pushes their foreheads together, just resting against Remus for a few moments, before quietly asking "what can I do to help?"

Remus shrugs again, staying silent - an abnormality for him.

Patton just holds him for a second, before quietly suggesting "what if... we did something more on your level."

Pulling away slightly, Remus raises an eyebrow as he gets a good look at Patton's flushed face, watching curiously as Patton tugs at the collar of his polo, before undoing the cardigan around his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

"Maybe... maybe I'm just being influenced by your room," Patton begins, gulping as his eyes scan over Remus's body once more, more... hungry this time, "but I want to show you just how wonderful your body is. Will you let me show you? Please, baby?"

Remus just stares at him, mouth agape. Despite the self deprecation creeping into his mind, Remus can't help but lick his lips, never one to pass up on a sexual opportunity, especially one that Patton initiates.

"Please?" Patton begs, moving closer to Remus, reaching out with one hand while the other undoes his belt. "Please, let me show you how beautiful you are. Please, honey?"

As Patton fumbles with his belt and drops it, he pulls their bodies together, cupping Remus's cheek to guide their mouths close as their fronts press against each other. Remus can feel Patton panting against his lips, wanting and pleading, staring at Remus with wide, but genuine eyes, while waiting for a verbal answer. And as Remus's hands find Patton's waist, he finally nods.

"Do whatever you want," Remus replies, and he means it.

Patton kisses him needily, surprisingly cute in the way he holds to Remus, keeping him close by his hips and grinding his khakis against Remus's boxers. His thumbs rub over Remus's prominent hip bones, before sliding up his thin waist and holding tight to his ribs, just caressing each inch of skin that he can reach so long as they're so close.

"You're beautiful," Patton breathes against Remus's lips when he breaks away to take a breath. He slowly rolls his hips against Remus's, and shivers when Remus's bony hands squeeze his sides. "You feel beautiful."

"Feeling and looking are two different things."

"You look beautiful too, baby," Patton is quick to assure him, kissing Remus again and openly moaning into his mouth as he grinds their fronts together, making Remus break away this time to let out a nasally moan of his own, Patton confidently continuing to rub their bodies against each other.

"Just walking inside your room- just seeing you so... bare... had me all worked up," Patton gasps, frotting harder against Remus.

Remus wants to retort with 'it shouldn't have,' or even make fun of Patton for being so mindfully perverted, but he can't muster up the ability to say anything. Anything other than "I'm... I'm not completely bare."

That has Patton pulling away, and immediately Remus wants to grab and hold him and yank him back, keeping Patton forcefully close to him. Luckily though, Patton's eyes immediately fall towards Remus's boxers.

"You're right," Patton affirms, before he fiddles with the waistband of his own pants. "How about you get fully bare for me then, love? Can you do that? We can match."

As he speaks, Patton lets his pants and boxers fall to the floor, and his shirt follows shortly after. His plump, soft, and hairy body is fully on display for Remus to see. The amount of hair he has over his legs, chest, and even down his stomach has Remus perking up a bit. Sure, Patton has a noticeable amount of arm hair, but it's rather light and can blend in with his skin. However, the hair down the rest of his body was a bit darker, and definitely more noticeable, and Remus finds himself attracted to it.

Slowly, Remus shuffles out of his boxers, before letting Patton draw his body closer once more.

"Look at you," Patton coos, sliding his big hands over Remus's lean frame. "Why, you're quite un-bare-able."

Remus can't help but snort shortly before he's caught up in another kiss, and being guided backwards by Patton until they reach Remus's bed, where Patton's pulling away in order to properly lift Remus up and lay him back against the sticky sheets.

"Let me make you feel good," Patton pleads, crawling over Remus. "Pretty please, baby? Can I? I'll make you feel so, so good, until all of those bad thoughts are out of your head."

Remus finds himself feeling a bit flustered for once as Patton begs to make him feel good. It's a combination of the genuine pleading and the pure desperation oozing from Patton's mouth; he's being so vulnerable and so intent on giving into his urges - his own impulses to use and please Remus as he sees fit.

Spreading his legs, Remus watches as Patton easily slots his thighs beneath Patton's own, lifting Remus's legs up slightly.

Bending down to kiss Remus again, Patton is firm and sweet, but needy all the same. Remus tries to rationalize this is just his room affecting Patton tenfold - he is more susceptible to influences than others - but there's something so earnest about Patton's desire for Remus that it seems as though it's coming from his own volition.

While kissing Remus, Patton's hand blindly reaches for a bottle of lube, and after some clumsy waving and feeling around one of Remus's messy drawers, he finds one.

Pulling away, Patton makes sure to carefully coat his fingers in the substance, and then rubs it properly against his fingers, giving it a few moments to warm it up while kissing over Remus's body to help him relax.

Softly, Patton praises "you're so beautiful," as his lips trail down Remus's stomach.

"Every part of you," he continues, as he moves back up, kissing over Remus's nipples and then over his prominent collarbone. "You look so gorgeous, whether dressed up in your normal clothes, or dressed down on the bed for me. Please, Remus, please. I need you so bad."

Patton's fingers push against Remus's hole without warning, before they slowly slide into him.

Patton stretches him open gingerly, careful with each movement of his fingers, though he's not surprised in the slightest at just how easily Remus spreads around the digits. Honestly, stretching Remus open was less of a precaution, and more so just to ease them both into this, especially considering Remus's current mental state.

Patton fingers him for just a few moments, until he sees Remus relax slightly against the bed, before he pulls the digits out.

"Can we have sex, honey?" Patton asks, though he's already in the process of spreading lube over his shaft, coating his cock fully in the substance and stroking himself slow to the sight of Remus laying so obediently before him. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top?"

Remus bites his lip at the display, before shrugging slightly. "Yeah, whatever. We can- you can do whatever you want."

Patton pouts slightly at the answer, though he knows Remus is being genuine. And so, he takes a moment to lean forward, peppering kisses over Remus's face, insisting "I want a clear yes or no, sweetheart. Please?"

And at first, Remus just whines. "You already know the answer. I would never turn sex down!"

"Yes or no, baby," Patton responds, urging Remus to be clear and pick one or the other.

And this prompting doesn't stop until finally Remus is groaning out a "yes, of course!" sounding almost annoyed with how caring Patton is, and yet flushing nonetheless, as being treated so sweetly was admittedly an abnormality for him.

Patton massages his hips. "Good boy! So good, willing to let me take such good care of you," Patton coos, as his hands slide down Remus's thighs, before gently spreading them apart. "You're such a good listener. Such a good, pretty boy."

Lining up with Remus's hole, Patton takes his sweet time pushing into the former, letting Remus feel every inch and vein of his cock as it slides inside of him. All while Patton repeatedly kisses Remus's lips, breathily whispering "you're taking me so well," and "you feel so, so good," in between his own quiet groans. As his hips press flush against Remus's, cock buried fully inside of him, Patton moans "you're so good for me."

"You're so pretty, too," he then adds, as his lips softly press to Remus's cheek. "So pretty normally, and so pretty stretched around my cock."

Remus takes in a sharp breath, but only says "you're weird. You're being weird." He moves his forearm over his eyes, attempting to obscure his face. "You're a freak, and you... you have bad taste!"

Patton chuckles, before shushing Remus. "Don't be so judgemental," he murmurs, rather playful. "Really, you're just... you're beautiful." Patton's fingers wiggle between Remus's own, grasping his hand before guiding his arm away from Remus's face, and pinning it instead to the bed beside his face. Then, he's pressing their heads together affectionately, kissing Remus's cheek before rubbing the sides of their face together, his blonde facial hair rubbing against Remus's skin, with Remus's itchy brown facial hair returning the favor.

It's only then that Patton's hips start to move.

Remus lets out a breathy moan as he feels Patton's shaft shift inside of him, legs instinctively moving to wrap tightly around Patton's wide waist. But still, he continues to self-deprecate.

"You're biased," Remus huffs, feeling Patton's hand squeeze his. "I'm not beautiful; you just have low standards."

His arguments make him sound like a broken record; his attempts at convincing Patton that he's wrong for liking him - despite that being the opposite of what he wants - feeble.

However, Patton just trails kisses over Remus's face, drifting from his cheek, to his jaw, to his earlobe, which he hovers over after a brief peck. Patton's warm breath fans over the side of Remus's face. In Remus's ear, Patton lowers his voice, and whispers "I disagree."

He pulls away, letting his lips drag across the side of Remus's countenance, before he looks into Remus's eyes.

"I disagree," he repeats, glasses sliding part way down his nose. "I don't believe that, and I don't want you to believe that either. Can you be a good boy for me, honey?" Patton rocks his hips slightly, his shaft sliding out partway, before thrusting hard back into Remus. "Just focus on the cock inside of you, baby; ignore those nasty thoughts in your head. All you have to do is lay here and look pretty, doll, and you're already more than accomplishing that!"

Remus quiets down, not responding with anything more than a moan. But before he gets the chance to articulate a response, Patton's already slow thrusts still entirely.

When Remus opens his mouth to complain, he's quickly interrupted.

"The kinder you are to yourself, the faster I'll go," Patton explains, voice firm and affectionate. "I know you like it rough, baby, and I'm willing to give it to you that way, but only if you let yourself feel good. Only if you can say nice things about your pretty body and beautiful sounds. Can you do that baby? Say nice things about yourself? Please, darling, please, let me hear you be a good, obedient boy and do as you're told." Patton kisses Remus briefly, before adding "and if you listen, I'll make sure to pound you into the mattress until you can't think at all."

Breath trembling, Remus mumbles something incoherent, but it's not a refusal. More so a slight resignation.

So, Patton smiles, and offers Remus some simple encouragement.

"Go on, honey," Patton urges, rolling his hips against Remus's own, providing him with the bare minimum amount of friction. "You should be talking about how pretty you are, how good you feel, and how much you love feeling good." Patton's lips stretch into a cheeky grin. "You know, affirmations are proven to work wonders. Surely, the more you say you're pretty, the more you'll believe it!"

Patton leans closer, as if sharing a secret, before he continues "especially the parts about making you feel good. I'll make you feel better the nicer you are to yourself. That's a good trade off, right? Can't my precious baby boy say a good thing about himself?"

Patton's hips still, further enticing Remus to say something nice about himself.

Remus stammers, almost frustrated with Patton's teasing torture, before managing "I... I have eyes." Upon receiving a look from Patton - a raised eyebrow, as if asking Remus 'Is that it?' Clearing his throat, Remus clarifies "I have pretty eyes. Pretty red eyes."

Immediately, Patton kisses his face, praising him for being so good and specific. He does have pretty red eyes! What a good boy! And his starts thrust back up again, speedy and rough as his cock pushes deeper and deeper into Remus's ass.

“Good boys are honest,” Patton pants in between thrusts and kisses, “and you do have pretty eyes! They’re gorgeous; I could stare into them all day long if you’d sit still long enough to let me.” His words are teasing, and he follows them up by nipping at Remus’s neck.

While he squeezes Remus’s hand with his own, his free palm slides down to hold one of Remus’s thighs, pulling Remus’s hips at an angle that allows him to thrust deeper, before going “say something else What else do you like about yourself?” and this time - after seeing the reward it gave him - Remus has much less hesitation.

“I have a well-groomed mustache,” he exclaims, starting a rather slurred list, “my fashion choices are unique, I’m good at art-”

“And you’re so, so pretty,” Patton emphasizes, smiling happily at Remus’s self-directed compliments. He sounds breathy as he speaks, a bit winded from how intensely he’s fucking into Remus, but tries to keep himself from slowing down. “Keep going, my pretty boy.”

But Remus is much less interested in answering, too focused on pleasure to care much about nitpicking himself to find something desirable among the mess, and so half-heartedly claims “I have a nice cock,” attempting to say anything that’d constitute as a compliment, solely so he can get more pleasure, only for Patton’s big hand to wrap suddenly around his shaft.

As Remus gasps, Patton starts stroking him torturously slowly, but it makes Remus feel so incredibly good anyway.

“You’re right, dear,” Patton says, voice soft, “you do have a nice cock. Nice to touch. Nice to stroke. Nice to squeeze.”

His hand squeezes around the base of Remus’s cock, and he watches as Remus tries to buck his hips, craving more of his touch. However, he’s unable to move far due to his thighs wrapped around Patton’s wide waist, and with Patton’s cock shoved deep inside of him.

“Go faster!” Patton begs, though it’s unclear whether he’s talking about Patton’s hips or his hand.

Patton shushes him quietly. “I’ll speed up when you say something nice. What else can you compliment, hm? Your gorgeous chest? Your pretty legs?” Patton’s voice trails off for a moment, before remerging with newfound delight as he leans back, saying “or, what about the fact the outline of my cock looks wonderful when pressed deep inside of you!”

With their fronts no longer pressed together, Remus - upon sitting up on his elbows - is able to stare wide-eyed at the noticeable bulge when Patton’s big cock thrusts into him.

Remus cries out in pleasure, falling back onto the mattress with a pathetic noise, moaning shamelessly about how hot that visual is.

Laughing softly, Patton kisses Remus’s chest. “Can you make a compliment out of this, love? Say something nice about yourself so I can go faster? Come on, my good boy, I know you can think of one. You’re so creative and interesting with your words.”

Pre spills out of Remus’s cock, and onto Patton’s hand, though it’s hardly noticeable as it’s quickly swept up and quickly rubbed back along Remus’s shaft.

Half-coherent, and overwhelmed with warmth, Remus stammers “I love how- how thin I am! So I can- fuck -see your cock inside of me!”

“Good boy! My good boy.”

Patton’s hand speeds up in tune with his thrusts, pounding and pushing Remus closer and closer to the edge, until his thighs are squeezing tightly around Patton’s midsection as his head falls back with a cry. His orgasm crashes into him hard and fast, and he comes over Patton’s hand and his own chest, with Patton working him through it, praises spilling out of his mouth.

Patton slows for a few minutes, giving Remus time to catch his breath, as the latter goes limp against the sheets, but speeds up after. His hand slowly touches Remus’s cock, gently working it back up.

Remus whines out of confusion.

“I need to come too, silly,” Patton simply explains, smiling warmly. “And you’re just so pretty when you come. Your orgasm face is so perfect. I want to come to that sight, but I wasn’t close enough to do so this time. So… you’ll just have to come again!” Patton properly gives Remus’s cock a few strokes, feeling the limp shaft slowly harden in his palm. “That’s okay, right, baby?”

Moaning at the idea, Remus nods immediately. Another orgasm sounds amazing, and Patton’s still thrusting into him anyway. So, Remus wills away his refractory period (best he can, anyway, by just telling himself under his breath to hurry up and get hard again), and represses an overstimulated whimper as Patton begins stroking him with more fervor.

As Patton touches his cock, the tip of his own shaft suddenly slams into Remus’s prostate, causing a sudden moan to be ripped from Remus’s throat, back arching off the bed.

Panting, Patton whimpers “I feel so good, honey. I feel so- so good using your body. Such a pretty body. So, so amazing.” He’s breathy and stammering, a pink flush overtaking his round cheeks and spreading down the length of his chest. His blonde hair is slicked against his forehead. And truthfully, Remus thinks Patton’s pretty.

And, well, if someone this gorgeous thinks Remus is attractive, then, it must be true to some extent!

All the pleasure Remus is receiving is just so much more intense now that he’s already had one orgasm. Furthermore, he feels overly blissful and delightfully braindead as both post-orgasm fuzziness and pr-second-orgasm excitement consumes him. He can’t possibly think negative thoughts when he’s so distracted by how good he’s feeling!

Patton tightens his hold on Remus’s hand, and on Remus’s hip, holding him tight as he thrusts directly into Remus’s prostate.

“So good,” Patton praises, on a loop, "so, so good. So, so pretty."

Visibly, Patton looks as though he might finish at any given second; whimpers spill from his lips, and sweat gleams as it rolls down his red face. He’s very clearly pleasured, and Remus moans as he feels his second orgasm quickly building.

“I’m so, so close,” Patton groans, kissing over Remus’s jawline as he strokes Remus’s cock messily. “Please, come for me. Let me see you come for me, baby. Please.”

Voice quivering, and sounding as though he might cry if denied the privilege, Patton begs Remus to finish. And though Remus could probably bite back his orgasm for another minute or two, he doesn’t even bother trying, instead letting his head fall back with a moan of his own as he reaches his orgasm.

Once again, he comes over Patton’s hand and his own body, except this time Patton’s grunting out an obscenity under his breath and finishing inside of Remus. They come at the same time.

Patton fucks Remus through his orgasm, before panting above him, leaving Remus a mess of oversensitivity and fullness. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, before Patton kissing Remus gently.

“Good job, baby,” Patton murmurs, as he keeps their faces pressed together. “Good boy.”

Then, Patton's pulling out, making Remus whine.

Feeling the semen pour out of him, and drench the bed between his legs, Remus can’t help but squirm, but quickly stills himself when Patton starts to scoot himself further back on the bed. Curiously, Remus stares at him, watching as he leans down so that his head is between Remus’s legs, before grinning and cursing when Patton wordlessly takes Remus’s cock into his mouth, big, blue eyes staring up at Remus as he does so.

Moaning weakly, Remus struggles to keep himself semi-upright, but doesn’t want to miss out on this view.

Patton’s tongue licks over his limp shaft until it begins to slowly harden, Remus tangling his hands in Patton’s curly hair, giving him gentle - or, his version of gentle - affection, while watching Patton lovingly go down on him, determined to milk a third orgasm from Remus’s spent cock.

Remus lets Patton enjoy the intimacy, though his impulses tell him to push Patton away. He’s too sensitive; every touch or caress of his body feels so intense, but he doesn’t move an inch. Patton’s mouth feels deceivingly good around his slick shaft, and though Remus’s body is trembling with oversensitivity, he wants this just as much as Patton does. To go mindless. To be completely pleasured. He is so, so pretty, after all, and he deserves to come a third time just for looking so good.

Ultimately, Remus submits wholeheartedly, with lazy moans spilling steadily from his mouth.

His overworked cock is a twitching mess in Patton’s mouth, though Remus doubts it’s leaking anymore, his balls already emptied of their fill.

His hands tug at Patton’s hair, crying out Patton’s name with a broken voice followed by multiple swears. Patton flushes, swallowing around Remus’s cock, bobbing his head steadily until Remus is shuddering, pushing Patton’s head down and coming once more, a few beads of come spilling from his slit, though they’re hardly noticeable as they splash against Patton’s tongue.

Finally, Remus goes limp against the sheets, letting himself fall against the mattress with heavy breaths and eyes closed as Patton crawls over him.

Remus peeks at Patton when he feels a finger brush his thin brown hair from his face.

“You’re pretty,” Patton says, voice barely above a whisper.

Remus stares at him, before snickering, before laughing outright. With a surprising amount of strength, Remus pushes Patton onto the bed next to him, and curls up against his squishy chest.

“You can tell me I’m pretty while we cuddle,” Remus states, the come smeared over his abdomen being rubbed against Patton’s stomach and the blankets between them. Remus’s bony hands dig into Patton’s stomach, squeezing him tight. “Just hold me.”

He can feel Patton’s excitement in the way his body is immediately gathered up into Patton’s arms, and cradled firmly, with Patton continuing to whisper soft affection into the air until Remus can’t help but feel relaxed and content in his own right.

His last thought before drifting off is just how perfectly his body fits against Patton’s.

#intruality #intruality smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut

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padmestrilogy · 9 months

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“He’s ending things,” Luthen says, not to Kleya exactly, but certainly aimed in her general direction. His hands grip the shop table and his eyes, the floor. “Two days before the—event, he has me fly out to see him, and tells me he’s ending things.”

“Bad timing,” Kleya replies, flatly. He doesn’t blame her. Five years into her ‘Assistant’ position, and Kleya has never fallen for a fellow rebel or wide-eyed civilian, never come into his office with tears or a too-wide grin. Her hands do not tremble. Her eyes do not linger. He’s followed her home. Many times. She’s alone. She’s alone, and she doesn’t mind.

(That thing with Vel did not, does not, will never count. She has told him this on at least five separate occasions.)

“Suspiciously bad timing,” Luthen says. He hopes for Kleya’s tone to turn urgent. He gets a cocked eyebrow.

“If Saw knew about our plans,” she inhales, “he would give us a, a full sermon on how futile they were.” There are times when Kleya’s mouth goes thin and her eyes thinner. This is one of those times. “Saw is not playing with your emotions. He is not playing with us. He just doesn’t like you.”

This, of all things, takes his eyes off the floor and hands to his pockets. He stands up, shoulders back. Luthen hasn’t been crying. He blinked back that instinct on the return flight. There must be something in his eyes regardless, which upon recognition, softens Kleya’s glare. She steps forward. Saw ended their meeting with steps forward too, steps forward until he was close enough to touch. Luthen thought for a moment that it would end like it had all the other times, with Saw withdrawing his it’s-over speech, and leaning in. That it would be like the old poems, sex without morality, no good or evil, just their bodies.

Saw didn’t withdraw. He let Luthen leave, presumably watched. Kleya holds up a holo. A blue Looni flickers on and off. “You have something else to do today,” she says. Not softly, but less flat.

Luthen grabs his coat and heads out. There is a part of him that is perversely eager to become the denier. He’s ordered deaths. He’s led men to prisons and sharp cliffs. He has been the one to step into a life and tilt it sideways many times, and he does this because he has to, and he does this because it means what Saw does to him is earned, is a kind of karma. It’s not about him, really. If this were a fresh galaxy and he had a gentle job, Saw would not treat him like this. Really. Luthen repeats this thought to himself, and all it’s variations, up until the lift doors burst open and Looni parts his quivering lips.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Looni begins. It’s not the exact line Saw gave, but it’s far too close. Luthen’s jaw is something tight and dry.

He does what he has to. Says no.

And it’s not easy, being the denier. Luthen sees his top pupil’s shoulders collapse, and he feels rotten. Simply rotten. After everything, after all he’s done and made others do, Luthen has never stopped feeling rotten. He tries to relay this. And when Looni asks him, when Looni dares to ask him what he has sacrificed, outstretching the question like a shiny blade, Luthen bites. He says everything he swore he’d tell Saw, and then he keeps going.

The walk back to the shop is a rainy one. Luthen is hunched over, and he can feel the water seeping into his wig, but he’s also got one less tangle inside him, one less sermon. It feels okay. Not good, but settled. He’s settling. He can feel it.

Then, Luthen’s comm crackles to life. Saw’s voice is on the other end, distorted and full of skips, but—it’s Saw. “I made a mistake,” Saw says. “Can we meet?”

“Yes,” Luthen says. He ducks into an alley, nods, all to himself. “Yes. Three days?”

#posting my old man yaoi cheese on here to hopefully add converts #luthensaw #andor #star wars #luthen rael #saw gerrera #my fic

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strangerthingsstuff4 · 1 year

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A Darling among Dragons- Part Three

This part is only short i'm just trying to build up the relationship between the characters but it's gonna get a lot steamier in the next few chapters!!

Hope you all enjoy :)

Warning- incest and swearing

Raenerys kept her gaze locked on the floor, the large stone tiles that covered the floor of the dragon pit, her dusty leather boots that peaked out from underneath her new emerald silk gown. Her shadow being cast by the light that flooded in through the big open doors, anywhere but up. She could feel his eyes on her, but she could not bring herself to look at him. Not today, not here. Even when her mothers finger lifted her chin Raenerys looked at the great big window in front of her. It was only when everyone turned to watch the bride enter did her eyes meet his.

His dark heather eyes were glazed as he looked at her sadly. Everything about the way Aegon looked broke her heart. His shoulders were slouched, hands clung to each other, and his jaw tensed. No matter how many times Alicent told her to turn and watch her sister Raenerys could not. She could not watch another woman walk down that aisle to her brother, to her true love. It should be her, beaming as she was led into the dragon pit, knowing that Aegon Targaryen was waiting for her at the end.

But it wasn’t, it was Haelena. She moved her eyes back to the floor as they filled with tears once again. How was she going to get through this day? Through this wedding and the feast?! gods the feast. Her grandfather had arranged for hers and Aemond’s engagement to be announced at the feast.

And then she had to watch him leave the great hall with her, knowing what they were to do when in their chambers. Her hands were going to touch him, she was to feel him and taste him.

Raenerys inhaled deeply and trying her hardest to keep her composure. Wincing a little and allowing a tear to fall as her mother gripped her hand tightly as a warning to get it together.

After leading his eldest daughter up the steps and to her betrothed, Viserys joined his family and watched the ceremony as it began. To appease Alicent the king agreed to some Westerosi wedding customs. Such as Haelena’s ivory gown and Aegon placing a cloak of protection over his new wife’s shoulders.

After placing it around his sister’s shoulders Aegon’s eyes were averted to her. She had been watching he knew, but now she stood sniffing and wiping her eyes. He felt ill, he should not be doing this, he ought to be running to her and taking her away, somewhere safe where they could marry and be happy. He should have left when she had asked him to.

Raenerys finally entered the room, hours after she had left to escort their father back to his chambers. He had sent maids and knights around the whole of the castle looking for her. Now there she stood, tears still visible on her cheeks. Aegon stupidly still had a small hope in his chest that she had been able to talk father around, to let them wed each other. But her appearance and the small shake of her head answered the question his eyes had been asking. Huffing he turned away from him, needing a minute to compose himself before he broke down into floods of tears.

‘I am so sorry brother’ Raenerys whimpered.

Immediately Aegon turned and made his way to her, engulfing her in his arms. Face buried against his chest she clung to him like he was oxygen. His breathing was deep while he rested his mouth to her hair that always smelt of the sweetest flowers.

‘We could leave’ she stated as she pushed away from his chest and looked at him.

Aegon still had his hands on her waist, looking down at her not being able to decipher if she was being serious or trying to make light of the situation. But her facial expression did not change as she looked at him wide eyed and it unnerved him.

‘What?’

‘We could run, find a ship and sail far away! Somewhere no one will ever find us’ she smiled naively.

Aegon sighed and once again turned his back to her, heading to the table in his chambers that held the wine jugs and goblets.

‘We would not even get out of the city before being captured by the city watch sister, father would have our heads on spikes for treason’ he spoke while pouring himself a cup of wine.

‘Not if we left through the tunnels, we could arrange for a ship to be waiting in the black water for us, if we leave in the late hours we could be past Tarth before anyone would know we were gone!’ she argued with a strong sense of optimism laced in her voice.

‘Where would we go? Hmm anywhere we try and settle we would be found, we are not easily mistakable sweet sister’ He smiled gently at her before downing another cup of wine.

Aegon hated smashing her down but there was not point getting her hopes up for nothing. They had no other choice but to stay, marry and hope they could steal as many moments between themselves as possible.

They had spent the rest of that night wrapped up in each other’s soft embrace, stealing small kisses from one another. Aegon wished he was back there now. He had made sure to take Haelena’s left arm as he led her down the steps of the dragon pit, in hopes of catching his sister’s eye but she refused to look at him. The rest of the way out with his sister wife Aegon hung his head, he needed wine and a lot of it. Haelena smiled innocently at the lords and ladies that line the walls of the throne room, still beaming that it was her wedding day, even if it was to him.

They seated themselves at the head table, Aegon to the left of his mother on his fathers left side, Haelena next to him while Raenerys sat to the right of their grandfather on the king’s right side. Once everyone was seated and the applause had ceased the king made his customary speech and the feast began. People were loud and cheerful as the food and drink flowed, music filled the room and people laughed. It was a joyous evening for all but them. Aegon drowned his sorrows in his cup, demanding his own jug on the table at all times. It wasn’t long before he was drunk, swaying in his chair. Raenerys, meanwhile, just stared into space, looking at nothing in particular. She didn’t touch her food, only taking sips of her wine every now and them.

‘My lords and ladies it pleases me greatly to be joined by you all today as my family is made stronger by the marriage of my son and daughter. I do however have another announcement to make today all the more joyous.’ Viserys voice boomed through the otherwise silent great hall.

Raenerys gulped, not ready for all the attention, Aegon down another full cup to the protest of his mother telling him to stop drinking.

‘I am happy to tell you all that my other children, Prince Aemond and Princess Raenerys are engaged and will be wed before the year it done!’

Raenerys stood, feeling numb, along with her brother who stood proudly. He took her hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles, she let a small smile grace her face for the smallest second before it disappeared again.

‘Now let us dance, if the bride and groom would start us-‘

‘No’ Aegon interrupted his father outright.

The room filled with sharp gasps and harsh whispers of the disrespect from the prince to his father. Viserys turned slightly and looked out the corner of his eye at his drunken son.

‘Very well, then maybe we could have a betrothed couple start the festivities for us’ He smiled at Raenerys and Aemond, knowing full well it would be a slight to his eldest son.

As the king had hoped, Aegon sat up suddenly. His face turned sour as he watched his brother take the reluctant hand of their sister and lead her down from the top table and into the empty space that had been left between the long tables full of lords and ladies watching them.

A gentle melody wafted through the big room which the young couple began the traditional betrothal dance. Circling each other, hands floating in front one another but never touching while their elbows were linked. They circled each other, changing direction every few minutes.

‘Keep looking at me sister, many people are watching us at least try and look as though you are enjoying yourself’ Aemond muttered under his breath, grabbing his sister’s waist and lifting her in an arc through the air and gently settling her back on her feet.

Raenerys could not bring herself to wear a smile, just wanting done with the whole day. She knew Aegon was watching her. Watching her dance with Aemond, his hands on her body, hers on his. He could’ve been sick, Aegon filled him cup once more and took a gulp, losing sight of his love as more people contaminated the floor.

Aemond quickly removed his hands from his sister’s waist and gave a tight-lipped smile behind her. She turned to find her grandfather, the hand, stood behind her.

‘May I steal you lovely sister away from you, my prince?’ Otto asked as a courtesy, they all knew the answer he was going to receive.

‘Of course, grandfather’ Aemond replied reluctantly, not wanting to leave her to receive the lecture she was sure to get.

‘How about you offer your sister a dance, tis unfair for a bride not to dance at her own wedding feast’

Aemond moved faster than anyone expected, disappearing from their side for Haelena.

‘Am I free to ask Aegon to dance grandfather?’ Raenerys asked hopefully.

‘No my sweet, it would be improper of the prince to dismiss his bride but accept you, no you shall be dancing with me’ he smiled that smile of his. The one that said that he was being a caring grandsire but screamed that he had an ulterior motive.

The hand took her left hand in his and placed his right on her side, he took charge and began moving her about the small space of the dancefloor that they occupied.

‘I do hope you intend to leave you sister marriage be my sweet, she will have enough to suffer through with Aegon, she does not need you meddling in it too’ he said without removing the fake smile from his face.

Raenerys’ head shot up to look at her grandfather. She had no intention of going near Aegon now, he was wed to another, and she would not disgrace herself or her brother by bringing dishonour on themselves, or their family. But hearing the words leave his mouth made her want to jump on her brother right then in front of everyone.

‘Do not give me that act princess I am not as easily fooled as your father. Aemond is a fine suitor for you, he will be a good husband and do his duty to you and give you many children to bear. I will be surprised if Aegon is even able to consummate his marriage tonight he is so deep in his cups’ The hand spat disapprovingly, his granddaughter grimacing at the idea. She hoped he would continue drinking until he passed out and had to be carried to his chambers.

‘Aegon is distressed today grandfather, he did not want this match anymore than I’ she muttered with venom laced in her tone.

‘He is a drunk and a mockery to your fathers name, Aemond however is a gentleman and would never dare bring such dishonour on your house’

‘Aemond does not have you and mother breathing down his neck every second of the day treating him like a failure for everything he does’ Raenerys retorted.

‘Now now calm yourself princess, tonight will not be ruined by a mere strop. You ought to be thanking me that we did not wed you off to a lord of another great house as we had originally planned’ His words forced a hurt expression to adorn her facial features.

Raenerys forced her way out of her grandfathers embrace and looked at him with disgust and a slight hatred in her glare. Many people around them stopped and looked at the princess’ sudden movement away from the hand.

‘I am not some common whore that you and my mother can just gift someone for gold or armies! I am a Targaryen princess!’ she yelled at him, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room.

‘Raenerys lower your voice’ Otto mumbled as a warning.

‘ I will not be insulted so! Who are you to say I belong with some lord when I know who I should be with and that is here at my brothers’ side!’

Alicent watched the commotion her daughter was causing, heard the words she yelled before she stormed off towards the exits. Aegon slammed his cup down and all but fell out of his chair in his drunken attempt to follow her.

‘Stay in your seat Aegon!’ Viserys demanded but it fell on deaf ears.

Their son stumbled off the platform the top table sat on and rushed out of the room. All the lords and ladies watched and whispered about the event unfolding before them. Aegon was slurring for people to get out of his way when Aemond reached him, just in front of the doors to the throne room.

‘Brother for your own good grace return to your wife’ his brother murmured, holding up.

‘F-fuck my wife you c-an have her, I n-need to go to...’ Aegon hiccupped as he forced Aemond off him and fell out of the doors.

He looked around for her, his vision so blurred that he could not focus on a thing. He just knew he needed to find her. Aegon started in the direction of her chambers hoping that he would find her there, or at least her bed while he waited for her.

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