28) it was supposed to be a secret With Yandere!fruity four where they’re manipulating the reader like maybe it’s darkish but not they’re hurting the reader dark if that makes sense. You can decide what you want to do plot wise
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This dynamic has my heart, and I am kissing you and anyone who sends me yan f4 (or plain ole f4) thoughts on the mouth. And yes I get what you’re going for
Prompt: 28) it was supposed to be a secret
Yandere!Fruity Four x reader
Steve had ushered three of his life partners downstairs, to the basement of his family home that was well kept, it was really just another room in his house. But one where he knew you wouldn’t hear them, since after returning on his little ‘trip’, he’d peeked through your door he very quietly opened, to excitedly see you reading in your room, alone. He just as stealthily closed your door, and gathered Eddie, Nancy, and Robin, excitedly taking them downstairs to show them his heavy duffel bag, and his surefire plan.
“Steve, what’s going on? You seem pretty... pumped.” Eddie lightly threw a hand down on Steve’s shoulder, who seemed to not be struggling with the heavy bag from adrenaline, and was grinning ear to ear.
“Yeah you seem a little excited.” Robin laughed a little. But all of their smiles died when Steve spoke next. All except for Steve.
“Well do you remember that asshole, who keeps coming back to harass y/n at their work?”
The other three were not smiling now. They hated that man. If he’d touched you, even once, they...
Nancy puffed out air through her nose, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant her chin on her hand. “Yep. Why’d you seem so happy Steve?”
And then, as Eddie took in the sweaty state of his boyfriend, and the heaviness of the bag, a wave of panic hit him. “Oh Steve man what did you do?”
“No! Nothing yet!” Steve brushed him off, making a bemused face like the thought was ridiculous.
He knew he could use his life partners for back up! Whether it was personal shit. Fighting Upside Down monsters. Or defending you.
Steve lumped the big bag on the pool table below, and all three moved around him to peer inside as Steve zipped open the bag, his tongue flicking onto his upper lip tasting the sweat there.
As Steve opened the bag, a tonne of rope was the first thing they all could see. And as Steve scoured the bottom, happy with his results, he showed off numerous weapons, along with many other things that could be used to tie a man up. Snatching up a pair of metal handcuffs, and swinging them on his fingers, raising his eyebrows expectantly at the others.
They all gave him tentative stares, looking to the other three to see if they were just as uncertain. Steve seeming so manic at the moment was their biggest issue however. Nancy sidled closer, and gently lowered Steve’s hand, still holding the cuffs.
Eddie rubbed his palm gently between Steve’s shoulder blades. “Steve. Honey. You know we hate this... this bastard, just as much as you do. As y/n does!”
The girls nodded, Nancy brushing over Steve’s hand. “And you know we’re going to make sure he never gets to y/n again, we said we’d talk about this.” She peered up at him with those blue eyes, like a parent trying to get you to see the logic in something.
Steve turned to Robin with a fallen face.
“Yeah! And we’re totally not gonna let anything happen to them, I just don’t think s&m, or literal... to be honest, I don’t even know what you thought about!” Robin stuffed the rope back inside for a quick second. “I just don’t think that’s the way to go.”
Robin looked towards Eddie, after seeing Steve’s defeated look, who nodded approvingly at her, solid. Robin tried to look to Nancy too, but she was still set on Steve.
“Steve, I just think that when we discuss this we-“
“Are you guys in here?”
Everyone jumped. Like they’d been caught doing something wrong. Which, they sort of were. Their hands all fell to grip the pool table, and they stayed frozen as you made your descent down the stairs.
Your look of confusion quickly snapped to one of serious concern, looking between all your lovers, who looked like a Sheriff that wasn’t Hopper had seen their stash of weapons you all kept in places around the house, for Upside Down shit. They looked caught.
“Whaaat the hell is going on?” You asked pointedly, looking with a disapproving look to all four of your partners , because you knew they couldn’t stand that. And you were right, because their heads all sunk to the floor, in tandem.
You’re sure they wouldn’t have been doing anything wrong. Not your partners. If you knew one thing, it was that they all loved you, but you couldn’t help but feel like those four kept secrets from you. Secrets were okay, you shared one or two with one, or a few of the others. But you meant all four seemed to keep things away from you. But they never treated you any differently, so you never panicked over it. This however, was very suspicious.
But before you could think more about it, Nancy took a few steps forward. And as she bounded over to you, she held your hand. Smiling sweetly. “It was supposed to be a secret.”
Now this got your attention. Most of it on Nancy, as you blinked furiously, trying to catch up with the rest of them. “What’s a secret?” You asked her, although it was open to the room.
That’s when Steve moved, and metal clanged against the table, allowing you to catch the glimpse of silver. And your jaw dropped as you realised Steve was holding a pair of handcuffs.
What the hell..?
“It was supposed to be a secret from Eddie!” Robin quickly spoke up, gaining the whole rooms attention, most of all Eddie’s.
Eddie looked surprised, his eyebrows raised, but he only smiled at you, when he saw you looking, if not a slightly muted one.
Robin bounced on her feet, before deciding to join you, just behind Nancy, a smile on her face as she hurried to get her words out. “Yeah. Those two were going to tell you, and apparently Eddie wanted to be tied up, although-“ Robin waved her hand dismissively in the air, scrunching her nose, “I don’t wanna know about that. But Steve and Nance were supposed to tell you because you guys were supposed to surprise Eddie with them and yeah... he caught them!” Robin motioned towards the handcuffs, the ones Steve held in the air, with a smile like he really wanted to be somewhere else.
“Probably caught them because they didn’t have you on their team!” Robin finished up, lightly punching your shoulder.
You looked between all four of your lovers, and the handcuffs, stunned.
You also didn’t know why Robin and Steve seemed so sweaty.
You gingerly took a step forward. Thinking Nancy forgot to move because she stayed just as close to you, but you were keeping your furrowed eyes on your other girlfriend, as you tentatively spoke up. “Rob?”
“Yeah!” Robin sounded enthused, but under that there was probably a layer that she begged you to pick on someone else in the class.
“You know Eddie’s handcuffs in his room, the ones that are like these?”
You swore you could spot everyone’s eyes lighting up, everyone’s but Eddie’s.
“You know they’re mostly for the metal show, right? Like they’re actual handcuffs but for the aesthetic.” Eddie had told you that when you were in his room back at his trailer one time, this was before he’d moved in with Steve with the rest of you. You guess he hadn’t shared that with any of the others.
“Eds knows these aren’t the type you use for bondage. Those ones are more likely to hurt. Eddie knows that.”
Everyone was quiet. The four all looked to each other, but none of them looked at you. Not like they couldn’t bear to, but they were caught up with each other. They were keeping things from you again.
You moved a step forward in the silence, looking at Nancy who was now at hands length. Everyone held their breath, until “Is this an Upside Down thing?”
Nancy spluttered. Clearly flustered, this close up to you. “What- n-no I mean no I-“
You cupped Nancy’s cheek in your hand, and she swallowed with a whine.
Your lips twisted, eyes soft on her blue ones. “I thought we promised not to keep secrets about stuff like that.”
Nancy’s eyes started getting a little glossy, and you felt bad, but you looked out to all the others, and you knew you had to say it. You had to tell them again, you could protect yourself! You would protect them.
“I can help you.” You told them all, going back to looking down at Nancy, who hadn’t looked away from you, but they knew you were speaking to all of them. “You don’t have to protect me.” You cupped her other cheek. “I love you, I want to help you. I want to stick by your guys side.”
Nancy can’t help but kiss you. She loves you. She bounds upwards on her feet and reaches for your lips, not needing much help with you holding her face like that, and she returns the favour, dotingly. Nancy smashes her lips into yours, curving them around her own as she kisses you with deep emotion, a sudden urge to grab you and kiss you so clear. You were amazing. You were her everything, all of theirs. And she was so proud of how you constantly proved it to them. But right now, Nancy was just lost in kissing you, as she usually was.
Eventually you pulled back, Nancy’s eyes opening, and coming back for a short but sweet peck, eventually pulling away. But keeping her hands over your cheeks, just like how you were holding her. And keeping her eyes fixed on you, even as you darted between her, and the others, a hint of upset clear in your face.
“Please don’t exclude me.”
“No, never.”
“Nooo baby.”
“I’m sorry, we won’t.”
“Never honey.”
Were all chorused in your ears, and you nodded thankfully at them all. Looking down to your girlfriend again, and she somehow looked so set, and full of emotion for you. It always made you open up, in those times, without Nancy even meaning too. Even though she was a master at doing things like that.
“I feel like you four all always keep secrets from me.” You revealed. Sighing as you watched something flicker in Nancy’s eyes, and then quickly being blinked away, looking to all your other lovers who just looked sad at you.
They all apologised, all four of them, promising they’ll try not to. Nancy rearranged her hands on your face, grabbing your attention once again, as she reassured you with her sweet gentle smile. “I promise darling.”
You nod, finally giving a smile, and it’s like you could feel the tension ease in the air. Dropping your hands to Nancy’s shoulders, she followed suit, holding your waist in her hands.
“So... do I need to know? About the handcuffs?” You ask, taking a deep breath and holding it, as you wonder if you’re ever going to get an answer for today.
But eventually, Steve was the one to butt in, even though it looked like Nancy was about to speak up, with the way your hands suddenly rose on her shoulders. And Steve sidled over to you, Eddie following behind like he didn’t want to get left, as Steve gave you an eased smile. His hand reaching out over Nancy, and twirling some of your hair that bounced near your ear, his teeth shining through his grin. “No, hey, I just had a stupid idea. But it’s nothing, seriously minuscule, I promise.”
Well that made you want to know more. But you knew any answer other than the truth would do so.
The four could tell, with pursed lips and bated breaths, that you didn’t believe them. But you dropped it, sighing with an airy “Fine!”
And when all of your lovers cracked big smiles, you could never help but brace one too.
They all moved forward for a big group hug, surrounding you in the middle, and you hummed with the love, chuckling a little as you tried to hug them all back at the same time.
Eddie, whose chest lay in front of you along with Nancy, let out a sing songy “Looooove youuuuu!” And everyone laughed at that, all five of you. And you repeated it, having to yell over the others when Eddie guffawed that no one had said it back, as you cuddled with your loves.
‘Yeah’, you thought, as Nancy kissed your head fiercely, before dropping her chin on your shoulder. And sharing a look with Steve, that you couldn’t see.
After the full moon Remus is always in the mood, but nowadays it's hard to fit in time alone without our daughter Cassiopeia. Cass is a beautiful, smart, little girl. She's also a werewolf, so this time is hard for her too.
Now Remus is sitting in her room with her, tucking her to sleep, I can hear him whispering to our little babe. He's such a good dad. I stand up from our brown couch and walk down the hall to our baby's room. I peek my head in to see Remus' light hair peeking out from beneath a blanket, not seeing Cass anywhere. I walk around the bed and lift up the blanket, four black beady eyes look back up at me, and I take in the scene. Remus is holding a flashlight up to a book and reading to our baby. Cass' inky black hair is curled around her head all over her pillow, her tired big eyes looking up at me.
"Papa, blanket!" She points her chubby finger up at the blanket I lifted off them.
"C'mon, baby girl, it's bedtime." I pick her up and kiss her cheeks.
"Papa, no, no, no, no, no!" She whines.
"Yes." I say brushing her hair out of her face.
"Come here baby, it's bedtime." I hand her off to Remus, and she hugs around his neck, I smile. "I love you so, so, so, so much!" Remus puts her down and kisses her forehead.
"I love you, baby girl. Be a good girl and sleep nice for daddy tonight, okay?" I tuck her blanket around her like a burrito.
"Love you." She tries to reply but it comes out as more of a lub you, but neither me or Remus care about her pronunciation.
"Night, babe." Remus walks over to her nightlight and turns it on before walking out of the room.
"Goodnight, love." I kissed her for the last time on her forehead, and shut off the main light to the room, I left her room door open a crack.
I walk down the hall to see Remus making tea in two mugs, I flop onto the couch.
"You're the sexiest man alive, Rems." I put my arms behind my head.
"Oh? And why's that, darling?" He turns around, licking the spoon and putting it in the sink, which is full of dishes already.
"Look at you. It's so fucking hot how you take care of us." He walks over to the couch, puts the mugs on the table, grabs my legs and puts them in his lap. He massages my thighs, staring at me.
"I like taking care of you guys. My favorite people, hm?"
"Yeah." He pulls me to straddle his lap and kisses me softly, squeezing my ass and his hands go up and down my back.
"So pretty, love." He whispers.
"So, Cass is asleep then." I say, pulling away from his mouth.
"Mhm."
"And to be honest, I'm not thirsty for tea at the moment." I smirk and put my arms around his neck.
"Suddenly, I'm not either." He chuckles and pulls me in again, this time rougher.
"Upstairs, love." I whisper into his mouth.
"Mm." He hums against my lips and stands, carrying me. I kiss his jaw and then his neck, sucking and biting, he groans quietly.
"You're so warm, Sirius, makes me so horny, baby." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck, making the hair stick up.
"Does it?" I ask, still sucking on his light brown skin.
"Fuck, yeah." He stops in our room and throws me on our bed. "Take off your shirt for me, love." I lift up my stained wife beater tank, my new tattoo exposed to the cool air of our bedroom, Remus closes the door to our room. He throws off his work shirt, and looks me up and down, I squirm a bit, and take off my trousers. "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen." He walks over to me and lifts my chin, kissing me. His tongue laps with mine, exploring my mouth. He pulls away and straddles my lap, he leans down and licks up the center of my neck, all the way down to my boxers lining, moving down and laying between my legs.
"Please, baby." I arch my back, trying to get any friction with him or the air, my boner sticking out clearer then ever.
"Please what, Sirius, love?" He grins and fiddles with the hem of my boxers, pulling and letting go, listening to it slap against my wet skin. "All you have to do is ask, baby." He leans back and kisses my knees, waiting for a response, staring me down.
"Please, touch me. Remus, I'm begging." He rubs me through my boxers, my cock is so hard it hurts. "Mhm, please, baby."
"You know how much I like begging," he smirks and pulls down my boxers. "but because you asked so nicely." My cock springs out and hits my stomach. "Look at you, all hot and bothered for me, hm?" I whine as he grabs my cock, pushing a finger back and forth over the slit, I moan quietly, trying to be mindful of our daughter downstairs.
"Please, fuck, Rems." I look at him, he's so beautiful. His brown hair tossed to the side, his skin wet with sweat, his scars covering him making him look even more attractive. I can see his boner through his boxers.
Remus starts to pump his hand up and down on my dick, making me whine and moan. "So pretty, baby." He praises me. My back arches further when he kitten licks my tip.
"Oh, fuck, love." I run my fingers through his hair, and push him down. He shakes his head no.
"I'm in charge tonight, baby." I whine.
"Remus, you're killing me, love." He smiles and spits on his hand, wrapping around me again and pumping. "Oh, shit." I groan and throw my head back.
"So fucking pretty, Sirius, babe." He suddenly deepthroats my cock, I can feel it hit the back of his mouth. My eyes roll back and I moan deeply. He pulls up but doesn't take my cock out of his mouth, instead starts blowing me, his chin has saliva running down it, his eyes looking up at me, watching every reaction I have to him. With one hand he pumps me and with the other he rubs my nipples.
"Oh, fuck. Remus, if you don't stop I'll cum, baby." I say into my pillow. Remus moans, vibrations spark all up my body, making me more aroused. "Oh my god, for fucks sake!" Remus hums, sending me over the edge, I cum in his mouth, he continues to suck me off, riding my high. He pulls off and crawls up to me, kissing me and pushing his tongue into my mouth, showing me exactly what I taste like.
"So fucking gorgeous for me, right baby?"
"All for you." He smiles and takes off his trousers and pants, starting to pump my dick again. He reaches over to our nightstand, pulling the drawer out and grabbing a bottle of lube. He takes both his hands off me and spreads my legs, he puts lube on one of his fingers, pushing it into me slowly, my back arches and he pushes my hips back down. He pushes his finger in and out of my body, I moan in pleasure.
"More!" I say, excitedly. Remus smirks and pushes another finger into me, I moan louder, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Your moans are so pretty, babe. We've gotta get uncle Reg and Prongs to take Cass, so I can hear them, loud and clear."
"Shh, don't talk about Cass, just you and me right now." He grins and kisses my neck, pushing another finger inside of me, now pumping three fingers into me. "Oh, fuck. Please, babe, give me your dick!" He chuckles deeply and pulls his fingers out, licking them, my eyes rolling back at the sight. He takes the bottle of lube and squirts it on his dick, rubbing it around.
"You ready, pretty boy?" He asks, I nod vigorously. "Words, handsome, I want words." I groan.
"Please, Remus, just fuck me!"
"You want me to fuck your pretty little ass, Sirius?"
"Please." I whine.
"That's what I like to hear." He leans down to kiss me, positioning his cock and pushing into me. I gasp and moan into his kiss, he bites my lower lip and sucks on it.
"Remus, you drive me crazy, you fill me up so well, babe." I moan under my breath.
"I'm glad." He kisses me again and starts to push in and out of me, not in any rush. "You look so pretty like this, Sirius. So fucking beautiful." Remus continues to fuck me, whispering words of praise. "So beautiful." He moans. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby." He rubs up and down my thighs, then up to my stomach. "I never want this to end." He throws his head back, the only sound in our room is my soft moans and our skin slapping together.
"Fuck, Rems." I moan out.
"You're taking me so well, beautiful."
"Yeah."
"You're so beautiful, Sirius. Look at you all pretty with pre cum, hm? So fucking pretty." He strokes my cock, pre cum dripping on my stomach. His thumb wipes off the pre cum and he lifts his hand to taste it. "You taste so good, handsome." His thrusts are starting to get sloppy, I know he's close. "Oh, fuck, Sirius."
"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" His head is thrown back and he's still jerking me off with one hand, the familiar knotting feeling in my stomach.
"Fuck, yes, Sirius."
"Fuck!" I moan and a string of cum starts to come out of my dick.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Remus moans and cums deep inside of me. "So good, Sirius, so, so good, baby." He thrusts a few more times, riding out both of our highs. "You're so perfect, babe." He pulls out and I wince at the cold air. He stands up and grabs his T-shirt, wiping me off.
"I love you so much, Rems." I pull him down on top of me.
"I love you so much, baby." He kisses my cheek. "We should probably go shower."
"M'not feeling it, we can in the morning." I wrap my arms around him, twirling his hair around my finger.
"Okay, babe." I run my hands all through his hair until I hear him softly snoring.
"Love you so, so much." I whisper before drifting off myself.
In the morning the sun shines on my face, waking me up. I look around the room, no Remus. I stand up and pull on my boxers, running my hands through my hair, and then I walk out and down the stairs. Remus is sitting at the kitchen table with Cass, drawing.
"Morning, babe." I run my hand through his hair and kiss his forehead. "Morning my other babe." I run my hand through Cassie's hair and kiss her on her head.
"Hi papa." She babbles and continues to draw with her crayons.
"How'd you sleep?" Remus asks, taking a sip of his tea as I sit down next to Cass at our table.
"Amazing, but I have this cramp in my back, it's so annoying." I run my hand down my spine where it hurts.
"M'sorry, love." He slides his tea over to me and I take a sip.
"Probably your fault too." He chuckles and rubs Cass' back. I stand up and pull her hair into a ponytail, I wrap a scrunchie around it and boop her nose.
"You're beautiful, girl." I say, walking away from the table, turning on the water and cleaning some dishes, our mugs from last night are now in the sink.
"You are too." Remus says, half turning to look me up and down.
"Thanks, love."
"Papa." Cass turns to me.
"Yeah, sweet pea?" I turn off the water and dry my hands.
"Dada was talking about you all morning!" I laugh and walk over to her.
"He just loves me! You love me too, right?" I already know she does, I rub mine and her nose together.
"Yes!" She wraps her small arms around my neck, hugging me.
"You and dada are the most important people to me!"
"And Uncle Reggie, and Prongsie!" She laughs.
"We should see if you can have a sleepover tonight, hm?" I ask, setting her back in her chair.
"Yes!" I smile and wink at Remus.
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The hardest part is remembering that the heat on your skin is only a memory. You can try to take it from there, if you want, but instead you focus on water; something cool, something comforting, before you turn to something harder to soothe out the muscles that ache from two marathons—one of endurance and another of fortitude.
The heat rises from your chest to your face, where a sturdy bump on your forehead is threatening to grow. Still, it hurts less than the sight of a little girl stuck in an active Cressidium war zone. You know you’ll see her gift to Alaska in FACTORY-RESET’s cockpit by your next deployment, whenever that is.
Best to clear your mind for now—or fog it away, given how many drinks you find yourself taking from quite the unassuming bartender. They don’t recognize you in the slightest. This is another comfort you don’t take for granted; the prosocollar around your neck masks your true voice, and your paranoias about eavesdropping or confrontation die. You haven’t said anything incriminating, but you’ll be damned if you take a step out of your mech that isn’t calculated. And this stress, this constant vigilance, metastasizes.
You’re drinking with a man, you realize. He’s dripping blood on the floor and the noise is only unbearable to you. Quietly, splat, splat, he drips, not yet glancing over. His glass raises between you, waiting to meet your drink with a cheers. In clear defiance, you refuse to raise your hand to the red-stained glass.
It bleeds onto you, crimson on your palms and under your nails. You don’t blink away the consequences of what you’ve done, not even when you feel droplets drying in your hair. You continue to drink, ignoring the metallic taste that you know isn’t alcohol. It doesn’t make a difference to you.
“That’s fine. You don’t have to look. It’s only us.”
It’s something that man, that son-of-a-bitch in the specter would have never said, you're sure. The only words out of him before had been “kys” and you hold little belief that he had anything nicer to add after the fact of his death. It couldn’t be him that came to drink with you tonight.
Before you know it, you are looking up at the seat next to you, searching for what you are certain to hear next.
He’s gone.
You tell yourself to forget the first time you heard those words, and the second time, and the third. It's been a long time since you were young, green, and unsure. Back when you couldn't bear to look, you always had someone to look for you, to charge ahead, or to take a life. Still, the memory of sickness and disgust reviles you.
The taste in your mouth is your own blood, as it turns out. You've been biting your tongue for the better part of two minutes in the best interest of not freaking out every person you're drinking near, or saying something to your own bodied memories that you might regret. You take your drink to the end of the bar before the bartender can think you look too sick to hang around.
We all learned it from the best, you think. We as in a long-gone squadron, as in a colony home in ice-ring orbit, as in a family of people who are carried on by the only one remaining. This is why you accept the clap on your shoulder, the memory reverberating with a "Well done!" that you couldn't misunderstand if you tried. You did well today. You've always done well, even when you didn't. And like a school game between children, you were the last to look, so it's only fitting you'd be the one to carry it all home. He says it again to make sure you heard it full and well.
“That’s fine. You don’t have to look. It’s only us.”
There is no us anymore. Just like there is no we, and truthfully no you.
⤝⦽⤞ What secrets do you know?
You shoot him cold between a double-barrel and a pillow. You don’t even blink. But, you do sit with him, still caught in whatever celestial dream that turned out to be his last, as you pat his knee.
“Well done.” It is the only thing you can bring yourself to say. For a long time, you cannot, cannot, look away. In your heart you know that it’s only a matter of time before someone comes in to check on the noise, yet you remain there, and when the door inevitably opens—
Pop. Your shotgun flies up to the headline of the now-open door frame, and another body hits the floor. You don’t look at this one, your gaze still fixed on the man in blissful sleep. It isn’t how he would have wanted to go out, being put down like a dog. That was how they wanted him dead. Not you, but that person who owns the shotgun you grip with white knuckles, cocking back and launching a pretty red shell onto the bed. The dead man catches it with his cheek.
You look at him instead of the other corpse that regrets joining you.
“You don’t have to look,” the dead man says. He’s looking at you and he’s trying, somewhat, to smile. It all comes up cracked skin and blue veins. “It’s only us.”
You swallow your heart down your throat, but it all comes back up.
Standing at attention in front of your Field Commander only seems easy because of the mental preparation you have bounded through on the ride from the dropship, back to your base. The noise of your shotgun still rings in your ears. You don’t realize that your team has left you until you hear the door close; the disorientation is not letting up, only staved for now by the red-hot brand of your former Lieutenant’s medallion-lined jacket in your hands. You’re keeping it as a souvenir. You hold on for dear life, like this alone can keep you from falling over. It’ll work well enough for now.
“You’ve done excellent work this week.” In all your months of working with this company, you’ve never received such praise. From anyone else, it’s a praise that might even be received warmly. Work had been agonizingly slow; intel was hard to come by and politics kept you from blazing your guns for longer than you ever felt comfortable. In the end, the very person that you had been searching for had been the one who kept you closest. You can’t ration it into a victory.
Atop your Field Commander’s desk is a large metal suitcase, closed and facing you. She continues to ignore it as she speaks to you with gusto and a smile so kind that any fool too trusting might think her to be an angel—she knows, and you are grateful, that you are no regular fool. The smile won’t hit her eyes.
“I can only commend you for eliminating our…old friend. Plenty of people in this building wouldn’t have the guts.” Not like your guts, she means, but you do remember how you spewed them all over the old motel room and opt to keep that part to yourself. It isn’t like the cleaners would say shit. “I’m not sure how long he was planning on staying alive, though, as long as he kept giving you his keys.”
What else can you say?
“I’m not sure either, ma’am.”
It seems to satisfy her well enough. She hums, nods, and seemingly decides that she isn’t making too big of a gamble by passing on this gift. What a mistake it would turn out to be, but for now she is the one in blissful unawareness.
When the suitcase pops open, a snow-white shotgun glares your reflection back at you. The truth is, you don’t look like you’ve just come back from killing your closest companion, the only other living legacy, other than you, of a galactic disaster that everyone else forgot—you’re smiling, softly.
“I’m glad you can appreciate a weapon worth admiring.” Her voice grates down on you. You’re certain she’s aware. Knowing her, she could smell it like a shark in the water.
“Thank you.” When your voice catches, you pass it off as pure admirance for the craftsmanship. It is a gun you could put on a wall or display in a case, glistening and smooth, certain to catch the eye. A closer look would tell you that it’s a working shotgun just the same. “Was this custom-made?”
“Without a doubt. She’s all yours. I shouldn’t have to tell you to watch out for the recoil on this one, right?”
You only pause for a moment. It’s enough time to remember the red shell hitting your dead Lieutenant's cheek, and the sure feeling that he would wake up to ask, fuck was that for?
You wonder if you should kill her now, judging the weight of this new model in your grasp. You don’t care that the dirt from your hands leaves prints and smudges. The pride must come from the intense amount of cleaning that would be necessary for this weapon to keep its luster. You know you aren’t wasting a second of your time on anything that isn’t gun oil.
You have hesitated too long to do what you want to. Your following answer is mechanical.
“No, ma’am.”
“Stellar. I’m expecting you at 700 hours tomorrow. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant. ”
It’s the first thing to hurt you since you left the ice.
⤝⦽⤞ Where is the rest of your team?
What do you wanna be? I dunno, I kinda wanna fly one of those airships. You know, the big ones. The ones with a bunch of cargo? You wanna be a space trucker?! Maybe I do! I could just go out and fly until the end of the galaxy. They’d pay me good. Come on, that can’t be all you care about. Stupid. You’re not gonna get anywhere if you’re not making money! I’d rather hang out all day. Why work out there when we could just stay here? You can’t hate me so bad that you’d run out of the galaxy. …Nah. I’d come back. I know you would. You’d miss all this!
When he threw his arms out, you laughed, and you punched him square in the chest.
Ow! Fuck was that for? I have more than just you to miss. Fine. I won’t take all the credit. I’ll just take most of it. You can have a solid five percent of the credit. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were saying you loved me.
When you wake up, your head is throbbing in more than one place. You go through your memories for over an hour in the bathtub; how you got to the bar, who you were with, how you ended up leaving—not everything comes back. The man from the specter does.
I’m ripping your spine inside out. If you say it loud enough in your head he has to hear it, right? If you get angry enough, if you kill him with enough blood and luxury to satisfy a king, he has to appreciate it more than being executed in his sleep, right? If he knows the person doing the killing, if he can look in their eyes and give one final scream, then it would be better than dying a coward’s death, wouldn’t it?
You storm out to your closet, to the pockets of your Lieutenant’s old jacket—the one you still wear everywhere you go—and you pull a long, metal chain from the breast pocket. It jangles as it hangs from your hands, and even more when you unclasp it.
You’re grateful no one else was in that cockpit with you. You ripped that pilot’s tags straight from his neck and shoved them in your pocket when you pierced through his heart.
Coward’s death or otherwise, there are certain things you would chase to the end of the galaxy. Your anger, for one. Your past, for another.
His tags join the collection you’ve amassed. You can’t count how many names you’ve stolen (though you could, if you could manage to rifle through all of their names)—or how many bodies were probably buried unnamed, or who might've been lucky enough to be found by their family. What does it matter, when there’s no one left to remember yours?
You return the chain to the jacket's left breast pocket. The pilot from the specter claps your shoulder. Instead of saying the only thing you believe you’ll be hearing next, he kisses you.
Then, there is nothing. You are alone.
You feel that, in a world where your luck is dictated by dice, you’ve come up snake eyes.
Summary: The stress of studying for an exam that will determine the licensing of your career is completely forgotten when enveloped in the arms of your loving husband, Park Jimin.
Blasting hails of a frilly snowstorm almost silences the television while Jimin flips through the channels; lights flicker within the living room though you attempt to ignore it, empty mugs once filled with hot chocolate remain on the small table across from the sofa where the pair of you are nestled contently. Focusing solely on Jimin’s fingertips lightly rubbing your side from where his arm is draped around you, you sneak a glimpse of him to observe his brown eyes as they stare at the screen, unbeknownst of your grin of admiration before moving your face to press your lips to the corner of his jaw.
A soft chuckle brushes past his budding smile, peering down at you, his hand lifting slightly from the surprise, yet he returns your gesture with a warm kiss to your forehead. Squeezing him tighter, your arm remains upon his firm abdomen, the subtle rise and fall of his chest felt against your cheek. When a commercial break comes on, Jimin decreases the volume, to discover the wind still picking up outside; the both of you aware of the snowflakes continuing to blanket the earth enough to leave a mark for a while. A sense of comfort other than your husband’s presence, is the crackling sound from the fireplace, the faint smell of the burning logs wafting within the space. Noticing how silent you have been, Jimin becomes quite concerned, shifting just enough to look at you fully without disturbing how you’re embracing him.
“Hey,” he says softly, causing you to look up at him, trying once again to suppress the worry behind your eyes, “Are you okay? You’re not your talkative self today.” He teases, tilting his head enough to catch your gaze that happened to falter, his thick lips poised in a grin that brings a subtle leap to your heart. With his free hand, he intertwines his fingers with yours upon his abdomen, the tip of his thumb brushing the ticklish skin of your palm. Your stare fixates upon your linked hands while you gather your thoughts enough to form words.
“I’m sorry, Chim. I’m just worried about that stupid test,” you exhale in frustration, curling your legs underneath you just to lean more into him.
“[Y/N],” his light voice always stays so tender, squeezing your heart in every way, bringing you strength whenever you need it. His hand ghosts yours just to gently rest his fingertips underneath your chin, tipping your face to look at him, seriousness etched in his almond eyes, “You’re going to pass. I know you will,”
Twiddling your digits anxiously, Jimin then slides his hand to the top of your thigh, pulling you as near as he can. “Gosh, I really hope so, Jimin, this is what determines my entire career. I’m just so done with studying, I just want to pass already,”
Flashing you a pointed look, he replies, “Babe, you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now. Why are you doubting yourself?”
There has never been a day where your husband hasn’t supported or encouraged you to chase your dreams with all your might. Taking in his beauty for a fraction of a moment, you can’t get over how incredibly lucky you are to have a man like him in your life. Regarding the exam, the one that registers you to be licensed in the job field you are trying to succeed in, you paid quite a bit to even sign up for the test, and the pressure of passing raises a fraction of unwanted fear.
“I don’t know, I can’t help it. I just feel like I haven’t studied enough,”
“Well, you have. I’ve seen the hard work you’ve put into your career and your studying, and I have one hundred percent confidence that you’re going to pass this.”
“Thank you,” you murmur in awe, fingers bundling in his shirt.
“Always,”
When a wave of immense love crashes over you, you peck his lips, catching him off guard as you pull away. His plump lips ajar, both pairs of eyes connecting in a daze, Jimin places his palm on your cheek, capturing your kiss so softly, igniting the sparks that you’ve been craving for what feels like an eternity. “Mmmm,” you hum against his mouth, and it doesn’t take long before his hands slide to grasp your waist, your legs instinctively spreading to invite him in between before he helps you lay your back on the cushions. Jimin places his knees on either side of your hips, gliding his tongue seductively along yours, his fingertips tracing underneath your shirt, slipping under the cups of your bra to smoothly rub your raised buds, the sensitivity increasing your breathing- your pleading moans motivating him to continue- knowing what to do to make you supplicate for his touch.
Fingernails digging into his back, you want to feel the tepid temptation of his skin, so you trail your hands to the end of his shirt, breaking the rough paces of his kiss just to help him out of it. Jimin stares at you lovingly for a mere moment when his shirt has successfully been removed, your stance softening from where he brushes hair behind your ear, so he can visualize you clearly soon dipping down to tickle his ajar lips along the side of your neck. Squeezing your eyes shut, his hardened being is felt from where he slowly thrusts upon your clothed heat, and the rising anticipation felt within your core is becoming more evident with every sensation he gifts you with.
“Jimin,” you gasp, when his hand lifts the band of your sweatpants to find the layer of your thong just to brush it away to place the tips of his cold fingers above your pulsing clit. Seeing the effect the motion has on you, he slides his middle finger over your heat multiple times, the sloppy sound of you awakening his senses even more, “Ooooh,” he moans in satisfactory at how wet you are for him, returning to your clit, vibrating his digits against it. Immediately, your free hand grips at his wrist resting next to you, his teeth pressing onto his bottom lip from how turned on he is, loving every second of pleasuring you while you scream in ecstasy- your other hand squeezes the couch until your knuckles are ghost white.
You starve for his kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel how soft he is against your mouth, and without hesitation, you link your fingers behind his neck, the lingering feel of the halted vibration still present before he thrusts a finger into your entrance, curling just enough to stimulate your clit, even more, your feet unintentionally kick at the arm of the sofa, realizing the barrier of your shirt is preventing to feel the entirety of him the way you would like to.
When he realizes what you’re wanting, he does not waver from stripping your top half clean, his heated chest covering yours, “Oh, Jimin,” you moan.
“What’s that baby?” He replies seductively between quick kisses, especially when he notices you reaching to unbutton his pants, and it doesn’t take long for him to become completely ridden of his clothes. When you revel in the beauty of how exquisitely sketched his figure is, you’re so hazed, your eyes widen when Jimin’s hands leap to drop your sweatpants along with your thong off your legs, the plop of them hitting the ground bringing a faint chuckle to your smile. The next thing you know, Jimin lifts you toward him as he moves to lay flat prompting a whimper to escape your parted lips when your knees land on either side of his face, and you realize right then what he’s about to do.
His hands never leaving your hips, he poises your entrance right in the sights of his ravenous mouth, sloping his head enough to where the tip of his tongue slowly swipes your heat, savoring your taste before pressed his tongue faster and faster against you. “Oh, Jiminnnn,” your voice has gradually become higher from how aroused you are, him gliding his tongue so effortlessly, you can’t even think straight. His lips smack from where he begins sucking your clit, “Oh baby,” you bite your bottom lip, the warmth of his palms colliding with your ass, him continuing to pleasure until he slips his tongue inside you, the in and out motion bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.
Desperately, wanting to pleasure him, you raise your body enough to scoot back, his hungry eyes watching as you do so- your core is throbbing; sweat beads line your forehead from the intensity of how enticing he is. Lowering yourself in preparation to take him in, he stops you, “I wasn’t done,”
Confusion appears in the furrow of your eyebrows, “But- but, it’s your turn-”
“It’s not about me tonight,” he steals a quick kiss where the smell of you greets your nose. “I want it to be about you for once.”
“But, baby-”
“Let me,” he touches his forehead to yours, his gape imploring because giving you an escape from reality in the form of loving intimacy is something, he enjoys with you. Just being with you completely, is all he ever wants. Finally, after a gradual ponder, you reluctantly nod in agreement, giggling at the triumphant smile that he now has curled to where his teeth bite into his bottom lip once again, pulling you beneath him comfortably before sliding backward until his mouth finds the lips of your vulva. He flicks his tongue speedily- your hands desperately gripping the strands of his hair while you squeeze your eyes shut. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, eyes rolling back in paradise while he continues his endeavor, pleasing you with all he has.
You’re uncertain with the track of time, but your soaked entrance is enough to prove you’re beyond ready; with all your potency, you aggressively pin him down, letting him take in the view of you in all your beauty, before you slide his erection within you. Jimin grips your thighs the second, you ride him, moans synchronizing with his heavy breathing, but before the growing climax can be finished, there’s one more thing Jimin loves to do, something you admitted was your favorite kink in past intimacies with your husband. Following his lead, he rolls you under him, painting heated kisses along your breasts before sliding his tongue along your stomach, finding your hips bones, sucking the skin to the point there’s a faint sting- leaving a reddened mark for you to be reminded of the fun the pair of you had the night before. His parted lips trail gracefully to your other hip bone where you watch him place another hickey, your head spinning, “Oh shit,” you breathe. Everything about him drives you wild, every word he speaks, every move he makes, just the way he looks at you sparks the longing you feel for him every day.
Jimin kisses you once more, eventually moving inside you, his face contorting in bliss from how good you feel with each thrust. He adores you with all that he is, and your happiness is all that matters to him. When the pair of you reach your climax, you bundle your nose into the crook of his neck while his arms wrap tighter around you. Legs entangled together; you cherish every bit of him while breaths begin to steady.
“My goodness, Jimin,” you exhale, your smile never leaving, “What the hell was that?”
With a cutesy grin, Jimin moves to where he cuddles his nose to yours, “The best damn sex we’ve ever had,”
“Wait,” you laugh, still embracing him, “Now that I think of it, when’s the last time we had sex?”
You can tell his eyebrows scrunch in concentration against your forehead, “Uh… A month ago, maybe?”
“What!? A month ago? I- I… Started studying for my test a month ago,” which explains how powerful your crave for him lately has been so persistent. Embarrassment clouds your mind because the last thing you ever meant to do was forget about your amazing husband.
Jimin chuckles, kissing your lips, “Well, once you pass your test, I think I have an idea on how we can celebrate,”
“That’s a week too damn long,” you laugh while returning his kiss. Eyes connecting, you cup his face with your palm as he leans his cheek further into it, the happiness in your heart glowing so brightly.
“God, I love you so much,” you say, trekking your fingers through his hair in total admiration.
“I love you so much more, [Y/N],”
Snuggling into his frame, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Just laying here with the love of your life, forgetting about the cold atmosphere outside and letting all the stress leave you as you fall in love with your husband all over again.
