#(for tori is always just one small step ahead of him)

[yume-fanfare]

craziest thing to put in a tori&tsukasa story.

[brookediamonds]

just a little late (part two)| Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: After winning the tournament, your dad treats you and your team to a team dinner celebrating your win when you run into unexpected company.

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: None, tiny angst, fluff

pt. 1

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Carmen stood alongside her mom, watching you hold your trophy up in victory.

Her heart melts as she takes in your appearance, you've grown into a beautiful young lady and an amazing fighter.

Johnny approaches his wife, catching on to her saddened gaze as she watches you celebrate with your team.

"Carmen," Johnny calls out to her.

"Johnny, that's— that's my daughter," she chokes back a sob recognizing your eyes and nose. She could identify you from anywhere.

"You okay?" Johnny asks placing his hand on her back. Carmen takes a deep breath, breaking her gaze away from her first born.

"I'm okay," she exhales. "She's just so... beautiful."

Johnny nods watching as you're suddenly embraced by the male captain of the Iron Dragons, his father instincts kicking in when Axel lays a soft kiss on you.

Before they can talk more about you, Miguel and Robby approach their parents, devastated about their loss but optimistic about you.

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The night air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of city life and the warm aroma of food drifting from the restaurant.

Laughter and chatter spilled from inside, the soft glow of string lights illuminating the entrance. You stood off to the side, away from the bustling sidewalk, waiting.

The distant hum of cars and footsteps filled the silence as you exhaled, eyes flicking to the doors ahead. The Iron Dragons were already inside, but your dad had yet to arrive.

Just as you shifted your weight, a van pulled up along the curb a yard away from you.

The doors slid open, and the familiar voices of celebration filled the air.

Miguel hopped out first, stretching his arms. "Man, I’m starving."

Behind him, Sam and Tory climbed out, followed by Robby, who slung an arm around Tory’s shoulder as they joked about something.

Carmen then stepped out, baby in her arms as Johnny took the stroller out of the back of the car.

Her smile was warm, lingering as she looked at her family, until her gaze drifted past them.

And landed on you.

She froze mid-step, eyes widening slightly as recognition settled in.

Johnny, catching the way her expression changed, followed her line of sight. He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his chin.

Johnny glanced between the two of you, then leaned in, voice low. "Go talk to her."

Carmen swallowed, fingers tightening around her purse strap. "I don’t know if I should—"

"She’s right there, Carmen," Johnny encouraged. "You’ve been waiting for this moment. Just go say hi."

For a second, she hesitated. But then, gathering her courage, she took a small step forward—

But before Carmen could take another step, a familiar figure approached from the other side of the sidewalk.

Sensei Wolf.

A grin broke across his face the moment he saw you, his presence commanding as always, but there was something unmistakably warm in his eyes.

"You didn’t start celebrating without me, did you?" he teased.

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head. "No, I was just waiting for you."

Wolf let out a small chuckle before reaching out, pulling you into a firm hug.

"That’s my girl," he murmured, squeezing your shoulder before stepping back. "Come on. You earned this night."

Without hesitation, he guided you toward the entrance, one hand still resting protectively on your back.

Carmen stood frozen in place.

Her lips parted, as if to call out, but no words came.

Instead, she could only watch as the door shut behind you, locking away the moment before it ever had a chance to begin.

Johnny let out a slow breath beside her.

"You okay?" he asked gently.

Carmen blinked, eyes lingering on the closed door.

"She looked happy," she whispered, more to herself than to Johnny.

Johnny nodded, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. She did."

And as much as it hurt, Carmen couldn’t bring herself to take that happiness away.

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You sat beside Axel, fidgeting lightly with the hem of your dress as the team chatted excitedly about the tournament.

Your dad sat at the head of the table, a rare, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back in his chair.

And then a small group of people hesitantly approached the table.

"Excuse me," a young girl said shyly, holding her phone in her hands. "I—I just wanted to say congratulations! You guys were amazing out there."

Her friend, equally as excited, chimed in. "Would it be okay if we got a picture with you? We’re huge fans!"

You barely had time to react before Axel, ever composed, gave a small nod. "Sure."

You followed his lead, offering a polite, small smile as the group eagerly handed their phones to a waiter for pictures.

You and Axel posed, standing side by side as flashes went off. They took turn taking pictures with you individually, some individually with Axel.

"Thank you so much!" one of them gushed. "You guys are seriously incredible. You totally deserve those wins!"

"We appreciate it," Axel said smoothly, nodding in acknowledgment.

More fans trickled in after that, some asking for autographs, others just wanting to congratulate the Iron Dragons.

You stayed quiet for the most part, letting Axel and your teammates do most of the talking, but you still accepted the praise with a small nod or a soft "thank you."

Then, of course, there was that guy.

"Hey, champ," a confident voice drawled as a guy about your age stepped forward, hands tucked into his pockets. "You were insane out there. Haven’t seen anyone fight like that before."

You blinked up at him, shifting slightly in your seat. "Um… thank you."

He smirked, leaning in slightly. "Bet you’re enjoying the celebration. Must feel amazing being world champion and all. Maybe we could keep the celebration going? Just you and me."

Your lips parted, unsure of how to respond. It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to turn him down, it was just that unwanted attention like this always made you retreat inward.

You weren’t used to it, and frankly, you didn’t want it. Especially not when Axel was right beside you. But before you could say anything, Axel did.

"She’s not interested."

The guy barely acknowledged him, keeping his eyes on you. "Come on, what do you say? We could grab a drink or something."

You shifted uncomfortably. "No, thanks."

The guy chuckled. "You sure? It’s not every day a guy gets the chance to take out a world champion."

Before you could open your mouth, Axel leaned forward slightly, voice smooth but firm.

"And it’s not every day someone is stupid enough to hit on my girlfriend right in front of me."

The guy’s confidence cracked. "Wait, what?"

Before he could even process it, a girl, clearly overhearing the entire exchange, groaned dramatically from a nearby table.

"You moron!" she exclaimed, smacking his arm. "How do you not know they’re together?!"

The guy’s face dropped, his confidence faltering. "Wait… seriously?"

"They’re literally all over Instagram!" she continued, exasperated. "Look!"

She pulls up a dedicated fan page to you and Axel, posts of the sponsorships you've shared or collaborated on or training videos that have been taken of you two sparring.

The guy opened his mouth, closed it, looking at the posts, then looked at Axel—who was staring at him blankly, unimpressed.

"...Okay, yeah. That’s on me," the guy muttered, taking a step back. "Uh, congrats on the win."

Axel let out a short breath through his nose, something almost amused flashing in his eyes as the guy retreated.

The girl gave you an apologetic smile before dragging her friend away. You sat there for a moment, still processing.

Then, turning to Axel, you mumbled, "Thank you."

"For what?" Axel glanced at you, his expression unreadable.

"For…" You hesitated, feeling a little shy. "For… stepping in." You looked down at your lap. "I don’t really know how to handle stuff like that."

Axel was quiet for a beat, then—

"You shouldn’t have to."

His voice was softer now, low and steady.

You looked up, and for the first time tonight, he wasn’t just your partner, the world champion, or the Iron Dragons’ strongest fighter.

He was just Axel—the boy who knew you better than anyone else. Your heart swelled a little.

"Still," you said, voice quiet. "Thanks."

Axel huffed, shaking his head slightly before reaching under the table, giving your knee a small, reassuring squeeze. "Anytime."

And just like that, the moment passed, the food arriving at your table.

The team dove back into conversation, but Axel’s presence remained steady beside you, grounding you in a way no one else ever could.

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The night had finally started winding down, and your team started gathering their things, preparing to leave the restaurant.

You stepped outside for a moment, the cool air a welcome relief after the warmth of the crowded space.

Just a few feet away, you spotted your competitors from Cobra Kai, Tory and Robby standing on the sidewalk, engaged in conversation.

You hesitated for a second, then took a quiet breath, mustering the confidence to approach.

You’d be working with them soon for the sponsorship deal, it only made sense to introduce yourself properly.

As you stepped closer, they both looked up, their conversation pausing.

"Hi," you said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I just wanted to introduce myself."

Tory crossed her arms, glancing at you with curiosity.

"We know who you are," she said with a small smirk. "Kind of hard not to after tonight."

You gave a shy smile. "Right. Well, I just meant… since we’ll be working together soon, I figured I’d say hi."

Robby nodded, offering a friendly smile. "That’s cool of you. I’m Robby, and this is Tory—"

"I know," you said quickly, then felt your face heat up. "I mean—yeah, I know."

Tory and Robby chuckled at your words.

You cleared your throat, pulling out your phone.

"Anyway, I wanted to give you my number in case you ever have questions or need anything with the sponsorship stuff. We’ll be spending a lot of time working together, so… yeah."

Robby took out his phone, nodding. "That’s actually really helpful, thanks."

Tory tilted her head, studying you for a second before taking your number as well.

"You’re a lot quieter than I expected," she noted.

You gave a small shrug. "I guess I just don’t talk much unless I have to."

Tory smirked. "That’s fair. Just don’t let the people push you around. They love taking advantage of those who don’t speak up."

"Thanks for the advice," you gave her a small smile with a nod.

Just as the conversation settled, the restaurant doors swung open again.

You glanced up, heart skipping a beat as you spotted Miguel and Sam stepping outside.

Miguel’s gaze immediately landed on you, a flicker of recognition sparking in his expression.

You quickly took a step back.

"Um—anyway, I’ll see you guys soon," you murmured, slipping your phone into your pocket.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked away, making a beeline for Axel, who was waiting near the curb with the rest of your team.

Axel caught your retreating form, his brows furrowing slightly before he followed your line of sight—straight to Miguel, who had now stopped in his tracks, watching you go.

"Hey," you smile softly up at your boyfriend. He breaks eye contact with Miguel, and looks down at you lovingly.

As you rejoined Axel and the rest of your teammates near the curb, the weight on your chest loosened ever so slightly.

Being around Axel, around the Iron Dragons, felt safe. Familiar.

Meanwhile, just a few steps away, Carmen and Johnny exited the restaurant, their smiles lingering from the celebration inside.

But as Carmen’s gaze swept across the parking lot, her expression shifted, softening into something almost hesitant.

There you were, standing just a few feet away.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Miguel, ever the thoughtful one, spoke up.

"I’ll go get the car," he offered, glancing between his mom and Johnny. "That way, no one has to walk."

Johnny clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Good thinking, kid."

As Miguel jogged off, Johnny exhaled, rolling his shoulders. This was it, maybe an opportunity to finally break the ice.

"Hey," he murmured, nudging Carmen lightly. "Maybe now’s your chance."

Carmen hesitated, nerves flickering across her face. But before she could take a step forward, Johnny straightened his posture and made a move himself, deciding that maybe he should ease into it first.

But he didn’t make it far.

Because just as he stepped forward, a firm hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

The Iron Dragons' leader stood tall, his grip unyielding, his expression unreadable yet sharp.

But when he spoke, his words carried a weight that left no room for argument.

"She’s not interested." His voice was even, controlled, but there was an undeniable edge beneath it.

Johnny frowned, glancing toward you again, but Wolf didn’t move. His hand remained firmly on Johnny’s shoulder, keeping him exactly where he was.

"I don’t know what you think you’re doing," Wolf continued, his voice calm yet carrying a quiet fury beneath the surface. "But you don’t get to just show up now and expect anything from her. I raised her. I was there when she took her first steps, when she spoke her first words. I stayed up when she had nightmares, I trained her, protected her. I was the one who made sure she never felt alone."

Johnny clenched his jaw, but Wolf wasn’t finished.

"You lost the right to call her yours a long time ago," Wolf stated firmly. "She is my daughter. And I will not let you or anyone else make her question where she belongs."

Carmen let out a quiet, shaky breath, her fingers gripping the strap of her purse.

Johnny’s mouth pressed into a thin line, his shoulders tense. He had no comeback, no witty remark, no half-hearted excuse.

What could he even say to that?

Wolf studied him for a second longer before finally letting go of his shoulder. He didn’t say anything else, didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he simply turned and walked back toward you.

Johnny stood there for a moment, his hands curled into balls of fists as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

Carmen swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse.

"Maybe… maybe we should just go," she murmured, barely audible.

Johnny glanced at her, then back at you, laughing softly at something Axel had just murmured in your ear.

It was clear you didn't want to meet your biological family. As your sensei, and father, walked up to you and you looked up at him like he hung the stars in the sky, Johnny and Carmen knew.

They knew you had everything you needed. You looked happy, and at peace. Without them.

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Bonus:

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet, but in a way that felt peaceful.

You sat in the backseat, Axel next to you, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours.

Your father was at the wheel, his usual stoic expression softened after the long night.

You glanced toward the rearview mirror, catching the reflection of your father’s tired but content face.

And before you could second-guess yourself, you spoke.

"I want to change my last name."

Wolf’s hands remained steady on the wheel, but his eyebrows lifted slightly. "What?"

Axel turned his head toward you, just as surprised.

You swallowed, but there was no hesitation when you said, "I want to take your last name. To make it official."

Silence filled the car for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence where you knew something big had just happened, something irreversible in the best way possible.

Wolf exhaled deeply, like he was processing your words, but then his grip tightened on the wheel, his jaw clenching as he blinked a few times.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than usual, but full of something unshakable.

"You don’t have to do that for me, xiǎolóng,"

You shook your head. "I want to. You are my dad. You always have been."

Axel squeezed your hand gently, grounding you.

Wolf was quiet again, but you caught the way he swallowed hard, the way his eyes flickered between you in the mirror.

Then, with the smallest shake of his head, like he couldn’t believe this was real, he let out a rough chuckle.

"Alright," he murmured, voice thick with emotion. "Let’s make it official."

You didn’t need to look back. You didn’t need to wonder about what-ifs or unanswered questions.

Because your home was right here.

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[geraldtarrant]

Winter Solstice [1,208 words]

Fandom: Coldfire Trilogy - C. S. Friedman Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Almea Tarrant/Gerald Tarrant Additional Tags: Winter Solstice, Bittersweet, Yuletide, Yuletide Treat

Written for @theobscurepotato as a Yuletide 2022 treat. Full fic below, also on Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43638243

The white doors of Merentha Castle’s great room had been left ajar.

Gerald Tarrant placed a hand on the wood, trembling. Light spilled out the narrow opening alongside children’s voices, silver bright, its pull as strong as a waterfall. He had no place here, nor any right to take comfort in it. Yet with a deep sigh he pushed the carved panels open, and in he walked.

The domed skylight rose above him, and the slanted evening light shimmered down over splendid garlands decked in tinsel and glass. He braced himself for the sight ahead as he approached, knowing already what he’d find: the great Winter Solstice tree—narrow at its base as Ernan tradition dictated, to accommodate presents; its middle lush with leaves and ornaments that shone gold in the fireplace’s warm glow. But he knew that no amount of preparation could shield his soul against that breathtaking moment when he first saw her; not this year, or in any of the years he’d known her.

She was stars and sunshine in her winter holiday gown. Its flowing silk hem hid her feet so that, having climbed up onto a ladder to place the sparkling tip atop the tree, she appeared suspended on air, ethereal like a spirit from the heavens. 

“It’s going to fall on Eric!” 

Tory, the diminutive dark-haired source of the dire warning, was gesturing wildly while jumping up and down to punctuate his words. It was incredible that someone so small could produce that volume of sound, Gerald Tarrant mused, and he felt his face melt helplessly into a smile.

“It is fine where it is,” Eric announced calmly, then lifted his chin proudly, his silver gaze far too perceptive for one so young. “What do you think, Dad?”

He opened his mouth to speak, and then she turned and saw him, and all his thoughts quieted as if sunk under the waters of the deepest sea. “Gerald,” she whispered, beaming, and God of Earth, she was so beautiful he thought his heart would shatter.

“It’s perfect,” he whispered, blinking to keep his sight from blurring. 

All of a sudden she put a hand on her rounded belly, gasping, and he stepped forward in unthinking worry. “I wish you’d let me help, in your condition,” he said, “if you must insist on giving the servants this night off.” Because of course she had done so, as she always did, so that they could spend this time with their own families. 

“I’ve been through this twice before, Gerald, if you have forgotten,” she chided, though her eyes were bright with her smile. “Have some faith.”

“At least choose a more sensible gown next time.” He placed a hand on the ladder to steady it, eyeing the long tangled cloth around her feet with irrational, instinctive concern.

“You love this gown.”

“Not if it puts you at risk, my love.” That was Eric, in a haughty voice that was a perfect imitation of his father’s, apart from its childlike pitch. Almea’s laughter rang out like chiming bells, followed by Toby’s far less dignified but enthusiastic screams.

“Do more ‘Serious Dad,’ Eric!” Toby demanded—he had always been direct rather than diplomatic—and Gerald Tarrant had to give up any pretense at keeping a straight face as his eldest son pulled himself up to his full six-year-old height and solemnly intoned: “Ignorance is, and has always been, the source of humanity’s greatest fears. Therefore I will now take it upon myself to fight this evil—by finding out what’s in this present!” he finished abruptly, then ducked under the tree with surprising speed, snatched up a wrapped box, and sprinted away with it.

“Wait!” Toby yelled, already running after his brother. “I want to see!” 

And just like that, he was alone with her. He gazed up into her face, marveling at the luxury, drinking his fill of the sight in the way a rescued man marooned at sea gulped his first drink of water. He didn’t quite mean to offer his embrace, but somehow he must have stretched out his arms for her, and she put her own arms sweetly around his neck and let him help her down. She wore only her thin gown and chemise, and her delicate form molded itself softly against his chest, stirring desires he’d thought forgotten.

Gently he put his arms on her shoulders, and made himself take a step back, though even the slight distance felt like a world apart.

“Stay with me,” she said, as he pushed back a strand of silky red hair behind her ear. “Spend the holiday with us. Like you used to, back in the good days.”

“In the good days,” he echoed, long fingers sweeping against her face absently, so very softly. “If only.”

“Why won’t you stay?” Her pleading voice was trembling, though she tried to hide it.

“Because,” he whispered through the tears in his throat, “I know how our story goes, Almea. And it is not a happy one.”

She frowned, puzzled, but when she looked up at him there was hope in her eyes, so much hope. “And so?” she asked him. “Give it a different ending. Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all your life? Rewriting our history, against all odds to the contrary.” He shook his head helplessly. God, don’t let me cry, he mouthed silently, and the prayer tasted strange and bitter on his tongue. “Gerald,” his wife said gently; infinitely loving, all too trusting as always. “I know you can do it. I’ve always known it. You can do anything you set your mind to.”

“Not this one thing,” he whispered, touching his forehead against hers, and he felt a single tear escape from his eyes. He let it run its staining trail down to his lips, for her, heedless of who might see. “I wish I could.”

He kissed her, then. Her lips were pure as cool snow, a single moment’s peace in a world of chaos and pain, and that was what gave him the strength, just barely, to do what he knew he must. 

Keeping the deadly blade out of her sight, he drew his sword with slow care. Then, swiftly and ruthlessly, he let the blazing key to a Banishing flare up in his mind's eye, and watched as the great hall vanished like windswept ashes, along with its light, and its tree, and at the very last Almea, who wasn’t really waiting for him, and wouldn’t ever again.

The sea was dark, with no Earth Fae in sight, and the roar of the waves was drowned out by the inhuman screeching of the constructs that surrounded the Desert Queen like so many hungry leeches. The only illumination came from the icy blue of his own Working, but its glow was enough to keep him anchored as he stared ahead impassively, cold walls in place as his soul thrashed within. 

He could feel Vryce’s inquisitive gaze upon him. Could almost read, through their link, how eager he would have been for Tarrant to trust him with some sort of soul-stripping disclosure. 

As if the priest would understand, or spare him a single drop of unearned compassion. 

As if anyone would. 

[imaslutformaybank]

Hey there! I read one of your Hawk fics and I really liked it! If you're up for it, can you do an angst fic with Eli Moskowitz?

Prompt (optional) : "are you ashamed of me?" And "Did you ever really love me?"

Thank you so much! Have a great day ahead!

somebody that i used to know❅

A/N: hi! thank you for your request.  i’m sorry that this is really short and kind of ass, but i’m not really the best at angst fics😭 anyway, i hope you enjoy!

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

pairing: hawk x reader

warnings: cursing, angst

wc: 918

eli moskowitz, or shall i say hawk, used to be a sweet guy. we became best friends in the 4th grade when he offered me the other half of his chocolate chip cookie. i always thought he was cute, but i didn't even think about being in a relationship with him until we were both juniors in high school.

i remember the exact moment, actually. we were sitting in the cafeteria eating our lunch. i told a really corny joke that caused him to laugh. the way he looked down at his hands as a light giggle exited his mouth made me realize how much i actually liked him.

i waited for months for him to make a move. nothing happened until he joined cobra kai. the very next day, his hair was blue and spiked up into a very interesting style.

"eli?" i asked, barely recognizing my own best friend as he walked up to me.

"actually, it's hawk now. but i need to talk to you about something," he said, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"what is it?"

"i know that you like me," he said, causing me to raise my eyebrows. "i like you too. i would like for you to be my girlfriend."

"um.." i started, not sure of what to say. "okay."

"wait, really?" he asked, his confidence faltering.

"yeah. like you said, i like you. apparently you like me too, so, okay."

"okay. cool. i'll see you at lunch," he said. i let out a light laugh, but nodded.

"see you at lunch."

he was still himself for a little while after that, still sweet and kind, but then something changed. he dropped his old friends, he was more aggressive, he was just... different.

today i'm supposed to hang out with him, but if i'm being honest, i'm not really looking forward to it. every day he strays farther from who he is.

eli <3

hey, i'll be there in ab 15 minutes, you ready?

me

yeah, i'll see you soon :)

seen

i huffed and set my phone down, slipping my shoes on. 15 minutes later, i got another text from eli, notifying me that he was here. i grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, yelling a small goodbye to my parents before going out the front door.

he was waiting in his parent's car as he scrolled through one of his social media apps.

"hey," i said as i got into the car. he leaned over to me, his eyes still glued to his phone. i rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted, and pressed a kiss against his lips.

"where are we going?" he asked, finally turning his phone off and looking over at me.

"mall?" i questioned as i buckled up. he shrugged and took off without replying.

"this is cute. don't you think?" i asked, looking back at my boyfriend. i sighed when i saw him smirking at his phone.

"hey," i said, grabbing his attention.

"what? sorry, i'm just talking with.." he stopped talking when he saw the look on my face, "right, i'm sorry."

he shoved his phone in his back pocket and smiled at me. i repeated my words from before, holding up a shirt of a band we both like.

"isn't this cool?" i asked.

"yeah, it's-"

"hawk!" i heard someone call. he turned around and i saw a tall blonde girl walking towards us.

"oh, hey," he said, turning his attention toward her.  i took a few steps forward so i was standing by his side.

"who's this?" the girl asked.

"oh, this is..." he turned to look at me, but didn't finish his sentence.

"i'm y/n. his girlfriend," i said. i heard him sigh next to me.

"oh.  cool.  i'm tory.  we're in cobra kai together," 'tory' said. i nodded.

"yeah, what are you doing here?" he asked. i furrowed my eyebrows.

"at the mall?" she asked, a laugh threatening to come out. "i'm here with aisha. oh! by the way, that butterfly kick you did in class yesterday was awesome."

"ooh, what's a butterfly kick?" i asked, causing tory to stifle a laugh. my eyebrows raised.

"i'll see you later," she said before walking away.

“really?” he asked, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

“what?”

“’what’s a butterfly kick?’“ he asked, quoting my question from before.

“i don’t know what it is,” i said.  he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “did i embarrass you or something?” 

“yes, you did.”

“are you serious? eli, i-”

“it’s hawk.  how many times do i have to tell you that?”

“excuse me, hawk.  i’m sorry that i’m not a part of your little karate dojo that turns people into assholes,” i said.  he cocked his head to the side.

“maybe if you were, you wouldn’t be such a bitch,” he said.  

“are you serious? is that why you didn’t want her to know i was your girlfriend? you’re ashamed of me because i’m not a cobra?”

“no, i’m ashamed of you because i’m too good for you,” he said.  i was taken aback by his words.  tears began to well up in my eyes and i took a deep breath.

“you’re too good for me?” i asked him.  i could tell he regretted what he said, but it was too late now. “that used to be true, but now, the only one you’re fooling with that bullshit is yourself.”

with that, i walked away from the guy i once knew and loved.

[quillandink333]

Caged Bird

Kazuma Asougi × Author

SPOILERS FOR THE GREAT ACE ATTORNEY CHRONICLES ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.1k

WARNINGS: consensual flirting, suggestive themes, implied sex, nudity, friends with benefits

Summary: In the privacy of his apartment, Kar(u)ma’s new plaything starts to realise he may not be as flawless and out of her league as his public persona makes him out to be.

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Key: *Bitches – the self-assigned name of Kar(u)ma’s fanbase (i.e. Karma’s Bitches)

At a quarter to nine, after another night of shameless indulgence and overwhelming pleasure at his place (the second time that week), I awoke to the vibrant sounds of an electric guitar resonating from Kar(u)ma’s studio across from his bedroom.

I rose out of bed and threw on a set of my clothes that I’d previously abandoned here, which, to my quiet chagrin, he always kept neatly folded and tucked away in his closet until the next time he’d have me over. Once I wasn’t so naked, I gingerly made my way across the small corridor and found the soundproofed door ajar. I knocked regardless; he’d probably just been too caught up in his…whatever he was doing to remember to close it properly.

“Come in.”

I stepped in and closed the door behind me. The strumming had resumed not half a second after his absentminded invitation. As he sat criss-cross on the floor, his concentration was clear as day in the way his brow furrowed and his eyes were locked squarely on the frets. For once, it seemed Kazuma Asougi, a virtual god of all trades, was faltering. His playing was all over the place. He kept jumping back and forth between chords, and the longer he kept at it the deeper the furrow in his brow became.

Careful not to disturb him, I perched myself on the edge of the love seat in front of him. Evidently I hadn’t been careful enough because it was seconds later that he was dropping the guitar in his lap with a disgruntled huff. As inoffensively as I could, I said, “May I ask what—er…what you’re playing?”

“I’m trying to play ‘Kago no Tori,’” he answered through clenched teeth, “but I can’t for the life of me remember what key it’s in.”

“Ah.”

I knew this song well, just like I did all his others. This one I knew especially well as it was the single that had earned him his Eurovision win some years back and caused the Bitches’ numbers to skyrocket all across the globe.* I also knew it was in the key of b minor.

There wasn’t much to it, really. I just knew that my microwave at home beeped at the frequency of a B, and I could hear in my mind’s ear that it and ‘Kago no Tori’s base note were one and the same. The people around me have referred to this ability as “absolute pitch,” and I’ve since learned that it’s an extremely rare phenomenon that only occurs in one of every ten thousand people or some absurd ratio like that. In truth, I’ve had this gift for as long as I can remember.

If he’d been just about any other person, I’d have helped him out without hesitation by telling him the key he was looking for. However, seeing who he was and how hard he was struggling to figure this out, I couldn’t just tell him outright.

But then he picked up his pick and guitar and started up his pitiful struggle again.

It made my ears itch. He kept playing it in every other possible key he could have played it in. First in g, then e, then c sharp… I bit my lip. I couldn’t risk making myself out to be a showoff and frustrating him even further.

Then he started playing it in b flat minor.

My lungs were all but empty, but even that couldn’t stop me from impulsively pushing out the words, “You’re so close.”

“Hm?” He put his hand to the strings. “Did you say something?”

“No! No. Nothing. Keep going.” I sucked my cheeks in.

Then he kept going. Still just a half step off.

Don’t say it.

Don’t you dare say it.

“B.”

He stopped again, and my heart sank. “What? As in, b minor?”

“Y-Yeah…”

He fingered said chord, then put his pick to the strings and started playing the song in its original key. I’d have breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren’t for the lump of horror lodged in my throat.

He put the instrument down and looked me straight on. “How did you know that?” he questioned with a silent, “and not me,” tacked onto the end.

“Er… Lucky guess?”

His eyes narrowed. “Emily…are you hiding something from me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Close your eyes for a sec’.” I knew what he was doing, but he wasn’t giving me much of a choice. “Just do it.” I raised a hand over my eyes. “Okay. What note is this?” he quizzed, then delicately plucked a single tone.

“F.”

“No, hang on. Keep them closed.” I obeyed. “What’s this one?”

“C.”

“Alright, what’s this chord?”

“Uhh, G Major. So…G, B, and D.”

A chilling silence. I dared to peek through my fingers at him. His brow was furrowed more deeply than ever, but now with the addition of a bitter grin. “Okay…” he said as if to collect himself. “When were you gonna tell me you had perfect pitch?”

“I—”

“You’ve had it this whole time and, what, you just never thought to mention it?”

“No! It’s not that, I just…didn’t want to damage your ego or anything.”

My own words made me shrivel up like the poor potted fern slowly dying of thirst in his kitchen, as did his scoff. “Well, at least you were being considerate.”

“I’m sorry,” I lamented into my palms. “God…”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it’s your fault you were born with such a unique and impressive and useful talent and I wasn’t.”

To my surprise, I was having to suppress a laugh. Though I’d never thought about it like this until now, when I was witnessing him in his petty defeat, the fact that I had an advantage over such a virtuous and multitalented, not to mention competitive, person was hysterical.

But as soon as he’d said what he’d said, the gears in his head began to turn. “You know what this means, though,” he smirked.

I fought off my impudent smile. “What?”

Removing the strap from his shoulders and setting his guitar on its stand, he sauntered up to me, leaned down, and tipped my chin up with an extended forefinger.

“It means I’ve got a whole new use for you now, baby bird.”

[multifandomsimagine]

Being in a poly relationship with Beck and Jade and getting jealous would include…

Author’s Note: I am slowly getting back into writing. I’m trying to fill up the queue so that there aren’t long period times with no posts. I’m at 37 drafts but I decided to post this to give you guys a bone. Hope you guys enjoy this!  💕 💕

Beck and Jade getting jealous of someone flirting with you

If Tori and the group thought they’ve seen the extent of Jade’s jealousy when she was just dating Beck, oh boy they couldn’t have been more wrong. Now that [Name] entered the picture, it just seemed like everything tripled. She was more on edge now

Her partners were beautiful people who attracted the attention of everyone around them. It was the reason why she liked showing them off. Going out in public and seeing the envious looks people gave her when she was beside the two of them was something she liked. But the downside of it was the people flocked to them, wanting to get closer to see if they have had a chance. 

When this happened she was almost like a guard dog, snapping at people, and throwing them mean looks to get them to stay away. Plus she isn’t above using PDA to get the message through to people

Beck’s way of dealing with jealousy has definitely changed since beginning to date you. When it was just Jade, he didn’t really feel the need to act upon his jealousy since Jade always took the lead in turning these people down due to her personality. But you’re not like Jade so people are more likely to be drawn to you and try to flirt

While he still has the same laid-back personality, he’s also more active in shutting flirters down now. He’s not as extreme as his other girlfriend but he does push himself to the front and faces the other person head-on and shuts the person down with a stern “she’s not interested.”

Beck and you getting jealous of someone flirting with Jade

There haven’t really been many instances of you and Beck getting jealous because someone flirts with Jade. While she’s very pretty, her personality causes people to want to stay away from her.

Even if there is someone who is oblivious enough to try, she’s always ready with a snarky comment and a harsh glare to get them to leave her alone. The surprise and shocked look on the person’s face never fails to get a laugh from you and Beck

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?“

“Go ahead. I need to practice hitting a moving target.”

“Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.“

“Sorry, no map. So why don’t you just get lost?“

“ Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

“Actually, it’s you. Because you just crashed and burned.“

On the rare occasions where the person still doesn’t get the hint, then that’s when the two of you step in. If one of you doesn’t try to take over the situation then there’s a good chance that the three of you will be kicked out since Jade would probably want to move on to violence and screaming

Jade and you getting jealous of someone flirting with Beck

This scenario, on the other hand, happens so much more often that the three of you are kind of getting tired of it

It’s obvious to anyone that Beck is good looking and pairing this with his nice and friendly personality, it seems to draw every single girl to him. All wanting a chance to flirt with him. If you both were to leave him alone for a few minutes, there’s a fair chance of at least one girl taking one of your seats when you come back

In fact sometimes you and Jade make a small bet about it

“I guarantee that there’s going to be at least four girls when we get back to Beck.”

“No way. The food court isn’t that crowded. Two people at most.”

“Loser has to buy the winner’s lunch from the Grub Truck tomorrow.”

“You’re on”

Beck is usually good at turning people down and most of them understand and leave once he says that he’s taken. 

As we know how Jade gets when someone flirts with Beck, you tend to take more of the calming role. Jade is always ready to fight whatever girl doesn’t take a hint so it doesn’t do anyone good if both of you. Jade gets annoyed enough for both of you 

But that doesn’t mean that you’re passive when someone’s flirting with Beck. You’re always ready to throw a petty and witty comment their way

[karlajoyner]

Can you do a smut piece with Owen where he takes you to Hawaii and you guys meet up with the cast and everything, but then later that night he takes you back to the bedroom to show you some real fun. Ik you get this for a while, can’t wait for your other work love your writing style.

So Needy (Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys I hope you like this one! I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a week I had a lot of shit to do but I have a few imagines done and I'm working on the rest of my requests so I could hopefully open them up again soon. Also Alex and Reggie now have last names and I’m 1000% freaking the fuck out because it was the last thing I was expecting . I’m gonna go back eventually and put them in all my imagines. And yeah....totally didn’t make me go back and watch the show for the 12th time. It’s a problem....it’s fine. Anyways Enjoy! (Sorry for any typos I always fuck up but I’ll go back and fix them later)

Requested by: @jjbassett (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut! (18+)

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I walked into the airport tiredly. Thankful it was at least somewhat empty.

"Owen why'd you book our flights so damn early?" I asked my boyfriend who was walking to my left.

"I didn't book them. Charlie did" He stated my gaze moving to the boy on my right.

"I should have known. No one but a psychopath would book a flight at the ass crack of dawn" I spoke earning a laugh from both boys.

"To be fair I thought you were a morning person y/n/n"

"Oh I am. When it's 8:00 o'clock and past that. I do not enjoy having to wake up at 4:00 o'clock in the morning to get ready. I mean seriously Charles it's still fucking dark out" I pointed out.

"Oh man. Alright I'll take that into consideration"

"Be lucky you didn't have to deal with her when the first alarm rang" Owen said making me glare at him.

"I love you baby. You know that but you just get so grumpy" He spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Did you just compare me to one of the seven dwarves? Fine. Alright. I get a little grumpy. But that's only because I have to be the big spoon too"

"Oh my god man your the little spoon" Charlie laughed as we arrived to security.

"You swore you wouldn't tell anybody" Owen whisper shouted.

"Yeah well that's just me being grumpy. Sorry babe"

"No it's cool. It's cool. Just wait until tonight" He whispered the last part in my ear before letting me go ahead.

"Seriously Charlie a knife? You tried to bring a knife on a plane?!" I asked exasperatedly as we boarded the plane.

"I didn't know they wouldn't let me bring it"

"I think it's a given that they wouldn't let you bring it dude"

"Yeah yeah"

"Well paybacks a bitch huh Charlie?" I joked handing Owen my carry on so he could put it above our seats.

"Haha y/n. I'd like you to remember that your stuck on this flight with me for the next few hours so I'd be a little nicer"

"I just can't wait to tell Jer about this" I said taking my seat next to the window. Owen taking the one to my right.

"Owennn your girlfriends being mean" Charlie complained earning a laugh from the blonde.

"I'm sorry Charlie but I can't do anything. The more she's mean to you the less she's mean to me" Owen said making me giggle.

"He's not wrong" I grinned intertwining our fingers and placing a quick kiss to Owen's cheek.

"That's all I get" He questioned making me playfully roll my eyes before pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Better?" I asked pulling away.

"Much" He smiled widely.

"You guys better not do that the whole plane ride"

"We won't. Gotta save something for tonight man" Owen joked. My elbow instinctively shoving itself into his arm as Charlie began to laugh.

"Ouch"

"Funny how you think your getting some tonight" I muttered.

"Am I not?"

"We'll see" I responded putting in my AirPods as the two boys began to conversate.

"Do you see your bag?" I questioned my boyfriend. We'd been stuck at baggage claim for ages trying to find Owens green suitcase.

"Nope"

"Owen" I groaned.

"There! There it is!" He shouted excitedly.

"Oh yes!" Charlie cheered as the bag reached our area.

"Let's get out of here"

"And just like that I hate airports" I said as we walked past random strangers.

"Y/n!" I heard a familiar voice shout. My eyes quickly spotting the source.

"Tori!" I screamed letting go of my boyfriends hand and running towards the girl who had her arms wide open.

I giggled engulfing her into a tight hug before turning to the rest of the group behind her.

"Kenny!" Owen and Charlie greeted their director.

"It's good to see you guys too" Jeremy spoke up.

"Care!"

"Y/n I'm so glad your here"

"I'm glad to be here. It's always good to see you too Jer" I spoke hugging him after I hugged Carolynn.

"Finally someone who appreciates me" He said making me throw my head back in laughter.

"To the hotel!"

"So what took you guys so long?" Jeremy asked as the 7 of us lounged around the pool.

"Yeah we were at terminal like 40 minutes after your flight landed.

"It's a long story"

"Speaking of stories" I smirked looking at Charlie.

"Don't" He warned pointing a finger at me.

"I didn't say anything" I giggled, back stroking away from the group.

"So me and Care we're thinking of doing some shopping tomorrow you in?" Tori questioned swimming with me.

"One hundred percent" I said glancing at Owen who was laid back on one of the lounge chairs near the pools edge. He looked so good with his swim trunks and his damp hair.

"So then we decided we'd just save it for Saturday before Care left" Toris voice brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"I did not" I muttered.

"And why is that?" She asked teasingly poking my side.

"Because my boyfriend is sitting a few feet away and he looks like that" I internally groaned.

"I say you go get him" She grinned at me.

"Not yet" I mischievously smiled swimming back towards the group.

"It's so cold" I stated getting out the pool and grabbing my beach towel. Wrapping it around me.

"Aww come here" Owen said opening his arms widely.

I simpered making my way over to him and laying down in his embrace.

His arms immediately wrapping themselves around my soaked body. His bare chest coming into contact with my partially covered one.

"You guys are too cute" Tori teased.

"Not cuter than us though right?" Carolynn joked hugging Tori.

"No. Never" She responded making us all laugh.

"I'd like to propose a toast" Kenny spoke holding up his drink.

"To friends"

"To family" Charlie followed.

"To love" Owen said making heart skip a beat as he lifted his drink in the air.

"Cheers" They spoke in unison lifting their drinks to their lips. Owens beautiful green eyes never leaving mine.

"I love you"

"I love you too Owen" I whispered placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Why don't we head back to the hotel for some real fun?" He suggested quietly making sure no one heard.

His hand running up and down my arm soothingly.

"Hmm is that your attempt to get me into bed?"

"Why? Is it working?" He asked making me smirk.

"So we're doing dinner tomorrow night right guys?" I asked sitting up straddling the boy beneath me. Rejoining the conversation our friends were having.

"Yeah. Kenny was telling us about this great place his friend recommended" Jeremy explained as I shifted a bit to get comfortable.

A pair of hands landing on hips.

"Oh really? Tell me more about his place Kenny" I said moving again hearing a small groan escape Owens lips as our thin clothed fronts rubbed against each others.

A wicked smirk forming on my face as we listened in on Kennys description of the place.

"It sounds fantastic. Doesn't it sound fantastic Owen?" I questioned my boyfriend shuffling again.

"Yeah. Yup sounds great. Listen it getting late guys. I think we're gonna head back to the hotel" He voiced sitting up as well.

"It's only 6:30 dude"

"Yeah but we just wanna have time to shower and get dinner. You know together. As a couple"

"Right.....well have fun you two" Kenny said awkwardly as I stood up along with Owen.

"Oh I'm pretty sure they will" Charlie joked causing me to snicker at the boy.

I quickly collected the remaining of my pool things saying my fair well goodbyes to our friends. Or tried.

Owen was clearly in a rush to get to the hotel.

"Don't leave me" Tori said hugging me one more time before we left.

"Sorry to break it to you but she's gotta go" Owen said removing the girls arms from my body and pulling me away.

"Bye!!" I waved to the group who were all cackling at Owens behavior.

"You didn't have to be so pushy" I muttered as we walked into the hotel lobby.

"Pushy? Please you knew what you were doing" He whisper yelled dragging me along the hallways towards the elevator.

"And what was I doing?" I asked stepping in immediately feeling my back pressed against the cold wall.

"You tell me" He whispered inching his face towards mine. I watched as he pushed the button to our floor before looking back at me.

I took initiative crashing our lips together. Feeling his hand land firmly on my waist as the elevator came to a halt signifying we were on our floor.

"Come on" I spoke rather harshly dragging him towards our room.

"Who's being pushy now?"

"Owen I swear to god if you say another word I will lock you outside and make myself cum got it?"

"Yes mam" He said taking my bag while I unlocked the door with my key card.

Immediately upon opening the door I felt the back of my bikini come undone the top falling to the ground.

Turning around I saw the childlike smirk on my boyfriends face as he shut the door behind us. Making sure to lock it.

I smirked back with the same look on my face. Biting my lip in anticipation as Owen moved forward wrapping his arms around my body.

"Your so-" I didn't let him finish as I crashed my lips onto his wanting to feel him closer.

He was quick to respond deepening the kiss as he back me up onto the queen sized bed in the middle of the suite.

"I can't even get a word out geez" He joked pulling away.

"I'm sorry baby what were you gonna say?" I teased as his body hovered over mine. My body prepped up on my elbows to get a better view of his face.

"I was gonna say your so needy"

"I'm the needy one? Really?"

"Well it's obviously not me"

"Care to test that theory?" I suggested watching his face scrunch up in confusion.

I pecked his lips one more time before using all my strength to flip us over so he was on his back. I moved my body over his so I was straddling him now. A grin appearing on my face.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good right now. I just need you to do what I say. Got it?" I whispered watching him nod his head rapidly, clearly intrigued at my proposal.

I leaned down kissing him passionately his hands finding my waist with ease. Slowly grinding down onto him earning a moan from the blonde. I bit his lip as we roughly fought for dominance.

Owen letting me win as soon as I began to palm him through his swim trunks.  I pulled away moving down slowly until I was in front of him on my knees.

"Oh fuck baby. You look so fucking beautiful" He bit his lip taking a hold of my hair.

"No. You can't touch me. That's the only rule" I stated pushing his hand away.

"I can't? Why not?"

"Because I said so. Now are you gonna let me handle your little problem here or not?" I teased him, rubbing my hand against the fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck okay baby. Just- just do something" He pleaded. I smirked knowing I had it in the bag now.

"Take them off" I demanded. Sitting back as he removed his shorts along with his boxers letting his dick spring free.

I took the shaft pumping it a few times. Teasing the tip, even swirling my tongue around it earning a loud groan from Owen himself.

I slowly started pumping his length before placing my mouth on it. Beginning to bob my head up and down, feeling Owen thrust his body upward in attempt to get more of himself inside my mouth. His fist balling up and clenching the bedsheets tightly.

I hummed in response as moans escaped the boys mouth while I sucked him off. Eyeing him closely through my eyelashes seeing his head tilted back and his eyes were screwed shut made me even more excited for what was coming.

"I'm so close y/n" As soon as he said that I pulled away from him with a pop watching as his eyes shot open.

"W-what the hell?" He asked clearly confused.

"I'm just tired. Think it's time for bed no?" I questioned going to pick up my bikini top.

"No- No what the fuck babe" He spoke from behind me.

"Well I just th-" My words were cut off by a yelp as I was tossed back onto the bed.

"We're not done here" He spoke lunging on top of me quickly pressing his lips onto mine.

I sighed contently wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer as we made out.

"Who's the needy one now?" I whispered pulling away earning a scowl from him as he undid the strings of my bikini bottoms.

I shivered as I felt his tip align itself at my entrance. He didn't hesitate to push himself into me immediately filling me up. Something he'd never failed to do before.

I moaned as he began to move at a rather hasty pace. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled him back down making our lips meet once more while the noise of our bodies colliding echoed through the room.

"Faster" I mumbled into his mouth.

A familiar feeling pulling at the pit of my stomach. My orgasm becoming very close as Owen picked up speed. My legs wrapped around him as we struggled to stay in place.

"Owen" I moaned out as I came all over him. His orgasm hitting seconds later.

"Shit" He panted as he pulled out of me. Our liquids spilling out onto the comforter.

"Your calling for new sheets" I stated trying to regain my breath.

"That was so worth it baby" He spoke pecking my lips before getting off of me to go to the bathroom.

I smiled as he walked out with a towel, coming over to clean me up.

"I love Hawaii" He said making me giggle.

"Do you now? I wonder why?" I joked sitting up. Coming face to face with my boyfriend.

"But I love you more"

"Say more things like that and we'll be in bed the whole week" I spoke wrapping my arms around his neck. Giggling as he pushed me back onto the bed once more.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex Mercer x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Reggie Peters x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Carrie Wilson x Reader

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ THE PROPOSITION ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Chapter Three, final. Index.

Request #1: Hola! Angel asking for Felipe to have Marisol's ring cause he went to propose to his girlfriend. But Felipe says No cause he thinks EZ deserve its more. ( And cause WE know he love EZ more ) So Angel is like " Fuck this shit" And either is breaks in Felipe house to steal this ring Or Either he go brought the biggest and perfect ring ! 🤩

BY ANON

Request #2: Hey! Angel do something very impressive for his girlfriend ( like big and impressive asking for marriage or Travel 5 states just for see her) and this ending by Felipe being very impressive by his Sons and take conscience he is a bad dad for Angel. 🙏❤️🤟🤟

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @pantherclawz

Masterlist.

Almost one week without hearing his voice. Receiving one or two text messages per day, just to tell you that he's tired or that he's working. You know he is hiding something, confirming your suspicion when EZ began to decline all your calls. And, when you talked with Felipe three days ago, the only thing he told you was that he didn't know anything about his kids. So you started to think the worst. At first you thought that maybe Angel had an accident and his brother was trying to cover him, but when you called Bishop this morning, you heard your boyfriend's voice saying that he was ‘going to pick up the girl’. And now, you don't know what to think.

Licking your lips, sitting in the back garden of the house, you play with your phone between your fingers. It's almost midnight and it's a little cold outside, wearing nothing but an Angel's shirt. You decide to call him again, but it's his voicemail who answers again, even if you shouldn't be doing it after drinking too many beers, while your friends are sleeping and resting for the last seminar the next morning. But you wait for the last tone.

“Hey, it's me… your girlfriend, remember? I've been calling you… I don' know, maybe the fucking whole day. Where the fuck are you, Angel? And don't you fucking dare to tell me that you were working, 'cause I heard you this morning talking about some bitch to pick up. But fo' say something, first you have to answer the fucking phone!”

Sounds pathetic the way you are talking to him, saying all the things that you wouldn't say to him being sober. Hiccuping, you find yourself crying unconsolable, with an agonic pain oppressing your chest and squeezing your heart.

“Just… two fucking weeks, Angel! You couldn' keep your fucking dick inside your pants, for two fucking weeks! Is that the… shit I mean to you? Two years thrown overboard because of what? How many times have you done it, ah? All these… shit about not calling during a run… were you doing the same shit, Angel? How many fucking times has you betrayed me?!”

You can't help but laugh bitterly, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, trying to calm yourself and to not wake up anyone.

“I fucking love you… with all my heart. I didn' complain about anything, never…” Although your voice sounds low and a little bit calmed, inside you there's a storm devastating you. “I put you first, always, since the first moment I met you… I can't fucking believe you're gonna lea—leave me and… the way you're doing it… I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong”.

Hardly sniffing, you close your eyes letting go everything inside your chest, before finishing the message. Curling up your legs to surround them with both arms, you rest your chin over your knees. You can't avoid thinking about all those times he has promised you a future together, living in a big house and having children. Or about all those times he has been crying clinged to you, talking about how his father has been always putting him apart. You have cared about him more than anyone in his life. You have given him all. Without asking anything back, more than loyalty. And you wouldn't even have to ask for it.

Even so, you're starting to regret all the things you have said, without knowing if it's true or not. But how are you going to find it out, if anyone says nothing?

“Oh, shit… Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Angel is sitting on top of his bike, with a hand holding his phone and the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.

His brothers are looking at all the gestures that he's drawing unconsciously on his face. Rage, sadness, incredulous… When the message ends, he lies down over the handerball, softly hitting his head against it. He tries to call you, but your phone is practically dead, off of battery. Bishop walks towards him, having a sip from his beer.

“All good, Angel?”

“She thinks I'm fucking cheating her, because he heard me say about picking up Leti, this morning”. Stepping out from his motorcycle, he looks for Tori's number, hoping she answers the call.

Walking around the parking like a locked lion in the zoo, he's starting to think about driving right now to Los Angeles.

“The hell is wrong with you, shithead?” The female voice sounds tired, being interrupted by a long yawn.

“Tori, listen. Find (Y/N). She's drunk, thinking I'm cheating on her”.

“Yeah, 'cause you have been ignoring her ass”.

“I've been workin—”.

“Nah, c'mon, Angel. Tell these tales to someone wh—”.

“I was working to buy a wedding ring”.

Silence. Tori suddenly sits up on her bed, turning on the lights and waking up Sarah. The girl who was sleeping peacefully, now is being woken up by shaking her left arm. Having some growls as response, she looks at her girlfriend frowning, while she hears Angel's voice through the speaker.

“Just listen, please. Calm her down, okay? 'Am coming tomorrow to LA. I already talked to your boss and I can't tell you anything else. Just… calm her down, please”.

“Okay, we got this, Angel”.

Hanging up the call, both girls jump off from the bed, walking towards your room. Empty. But following your crying, they stick out their heads by the window, finding you in the garden. This hurts them too. They were with you the night you met Angel, and they also love him a lot. They know how much he cares about you and even if Sarah and Tori couldn't believe that he was with another girl, it wasn't normal his way to act the last days. But now, everything has sense, and they are pretty excited to see him tomorrow and discover what he has been preparing for the proposition.

Going downstairs and trying to hide their happiness, your friends sit by each side to hug you. A collective hug to make you feel somewhat better, but you can't stop crying.

“Baby… what's up?” Tori asks, caressing gently your hair.

“This… fucking bastard… I fucking gave him all, the best of me!”

“You talkin' 'bout Angel? C'mon, (Y/N)! He told you he made the most of his time to work a little more, and not miss you. Two weeks is too much time for you both”.

“I heard him talking about another girl”.

“So, what? Since when he can't have friends, ah? I have slept with him at his house… hundred times, and that doesn't mean that I cheated Tori, or he cheated you. And believe me, your boyfriend is a fantasy even for me”. Sarah says, making you chuckle in some way. “I'm sure he has been working hard, as you do when he is traveling. So, don't think any bullshit about Angel. He loves you more than anything, okay?”

“Let's go to bed, okay, honey? We have to be awake in five hours for a long, long, long seminar. Lucky it's the last one”. Tori says standing up on her feet, helping you to get up from the grass.

Angel comes into the clubhouse with an excited smile on his lips, like a child on Christmas Day, rubbing his hands and clapping happily calling everybody's attention.

“You got it, hermano?”

He nods energetically, walking fast to the main round table, where the oldest were waiting for him to come back from the jewelers. The Reyes tucks a hand inside his pocket in complete silence, putting over the wood a small red velvet box. Between his fingers, he supports the bottom part to open the top, showing the ring for what he has been working too hard the last two weeks; without sleeping, without resting, without a drop of alcohol, without partying. Nothing. Just working hard. The fine gold ring is perfectly resting inside a small gap, showing only the top of it. A king's crown with a diamond in it, that shines so easily with natural light that could illuminate a whole room. The crew is looking at it fascinated. And yes, the ring couldn't be perfect, but it's the feeling of pride for Angel that makes them smile.

“Fuck, brother… If she doesn' want to marry you, I will”. Creeper is captivated by the jewel, with his eyes fixed on.

“Why the fuck she wouldn't want to marry me, dumbshit?”

“Ignore him, carnal”. Coco palms his back, resting his arm on a shoulder.

“So, what you say, ah?” He asks, anxious to hear Bishop, Tranq and Taza's opinion. Without them, it couldn't be possible.

“Fuck, man, I would marry you too if you propose me with this ring”. Che is the first one, taking the step to grab the small box and have a closed look from it.

“You did a good job, Angel. You deserve it”. Tranq just says with both arms on the table.

“Prez?”

Bishop keeps looking at the box, seeming thoughtful, slowly raising his eyes to the others after some seconds in silence.

“I think you are doing the right thing for the first time since I know you. That girl deserves a man like you, Angel. And I know she is not the kind of woman who would care about the ring, but you found the perfect one”.

Your boyfriend can't feel more proud. It would be impossible.

“Go change your clothes, you have four hours of road ahead”. El Presidente places a hand on Angel's nape with a soft narrow over it.

He just nods, keeping again the box inside a pocket to get up and leave the place to his dorm, where he has been sleeping the last two weeks. The black jeans and the white shirt are perfectly stretched over his bed. The Reyes hurries up to have a shower, not wasting a second more, brushing and doing his hair with trembling fingers. He hasn't known anything about you since he talked with Tori and Sarah some hours ago, hoping that they finally calmed you down and got you rid of those ideas about him cheating you. When he's already dressed, sitting on the edge of the mattress to put on his boots, Angel grabs the black bomber jacket trespassing the box from a piece of clothing to the other, zipping the pocket to not lose it.

Coming back to the main room of the clubhouse, his brothers receive him between whistles and cheers.

“Man, you smell good”. Coco says coming too close.

“Ah, ah. Take care, brother. Don't want you to stain my fresh clothes”. He says taking a step back.

“My apologies, your grace”. He chuckles.

“Bishop?”

“Templo”. Taza says having a sip from a coffee.

Checking the hour on his phone, assuring himself that he has enough time, the Reyes leads his steps to the meeting-room, closing the glass colorful door behind him.

“Already leaving?”

“Yeah, prez, I just… want to thank you for giving me the three k left. I will continue working to gi—”.

“Take it as a wedding gift”. The mexican stops him with his own words, shaking his head and making a light gesture with a hand.

“I couldn't do it without you, Tranq and Taza”.

“I heard what you told to your brother. In the office”. He says then, lying back on his chair. “I am not going to… give you my opinion about your father, but he shouldn't behave like that, Angel”.

“I know, Bishop. And… I would thank you for not telling anything about it to (Y/N). She loves my pops”.

“That honors you”.

“Don't know, but I don't wanna be like him”.

El Presidente simply nods.

“Bring back Mrs. Reyes”.

Your head hurts like hell, having to use your glasses because of the blurry gaze you have got by the hangover. The seminar is turning out eternal. The last thing you care about right now is how to operate with an open heart, you have already done it and you could skip this part. But it's for compulsory attendance. So there you are, drawing nothing on your iPad as if you were taking notes, fighting against the pain, the tiredness and the uncertainty about Angel. He continues not answering your text or calls, and you can't help but think about what Sarah told you last night.

“... you for coming, and I hope that these two weeks have been productive for your learning”.

The claps flood the conference room, while the other doctors begin to pick up their stuff and finally leave the place. You can't believe that it's already done and that you're allowed to come back home, checking again your muttered phone expecting to find something. But the notifications bar is empty.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal you a couple minutes. Sit back, please”. The voice of your boss through the speakers makes you raise an eyebrow.

“The desire to be noticed by that man fucks me up”. Tori chuckles with a low tone, sitting again over her seat.

“I know that we all are tired, but it's just going to be a couple minutes, I promise. I just want to help a friend”.

“No…” Sarah looks at her girlfriend really surprised, making you frown confused.

“Girls, the fuck you did?”

“You just… enjoy the show, my dear”.

You can see your boss making a gesture to someone by a side of the stage, to come closer. But when your eyes find Angel walking over it, your blood freezes and your heart stops. Lucky you're between almost more than two hundred doctors and surgeons. Leo gives up the micro to your boyfriend, looking for you. And obviously, your two friends start to yell like crazy to call his attention.

“Hey, ahm… You don't know me and I don't know you, but… I'm Angel. Dr. (Y/L/N)'s boyfriend and I came to… give her an important message”. He says with a nervous tone, before smirking at you, clearing his throat. “Hey, baby, can you… can you come here, please?”

“Go”. Your friends push you to get up, but your legs feel like butter about to fall downstairs.

As soon as he's able to hug you, he does, not caring about the claps from the people in front of you.

“Okay, okay, listen”. Holding one of your hands and pulling himself away, he laughs a little bit nervous for a second. “We met two years ago, in the middle of nowhere. I was fuc— sorry. I was hurt because of a fight. And you fixed up my wounds with so much love, patience and care, that I fell for you”.

“Angel…”

“Sh, listen. I think I'm going to have a heart attack, so let me talk before falter to the floor. Listen, you have been my best friend, my anchor, my reason to live since then. I love you more than I could ever love anyone... I can't live without you, baby. And before you say anything else like last night, no. I didn't try and I'm not going to do it, because I'm lost without you, (Y/N). So, ahm… Hey, boss, can you hold the mic'?” Turning to Leo, the man takes it back.

You're trembling, looking at your friends for a moment trying to find an explanation. But when your gaze is again on your boyfriend, he's already kneeling with a hand inside a pocket grabbing something. A small red box. And you can't believe what's happening. Taking a step back and covering your face with both hands, you start to cry like a child, with your pulse racing under your skin.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

The crew is waiting anxiously at the porch, after not receiving any news back from LA. But they all get up from their seats on the sofas and the stairs, when they hear Coco's car being driven by Angel coming closer. As soon as he parks it close to the bikes, not finding you on the passenger seat and looking at the devastated gesture on his face, they know that the proposition wasn't as they were expecting. Stepping out of the car, he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey, carnal, it's okay. She will reconsider it”. Coco says hugging his friend, trying to comfort him.

“She will say yes, Angel, don't give up”. Bishop palms softly his nape.

And you are drowning in laughs hidden on the floor of the back seats. Looking slightly through the window, you find the crew very affected because supposedly you said ‘no’. Taking some air, you jump out of the car yelling with a huge smile on your lips.

“Surprise, madafakas!”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I'm too old for these frights!” Taza shouts at you back, indignant with a hand on his chest barely breathing.

“I'm confused”. Gilly says from nowhere.

“What? Doesn't sound good Mrs. Reyes for you?” Walking towards them, raising the hand with the amazing ring, they all look surprised.

“I'm going to fucking shoot you, Angel”. Bishop threats him, before leading his steps to yours. “Welcome home, querida”.

“Thank you”. Hugging him, you rest your head against his chest. “Angel told me you help him”.

“It was nothing, kid”. Clicking his tongue and pulling himself away, he caresses your cheek for a second.

“Yo! Mami! You look stunning now that you're engaged”. Coco lifts you up between his arms, narrowing you under his grip.

“Yeah, you see?!”

“Hey, hey, social distancing”. Your future husband takes you off from his friend's hands, to hold you closer with an arm surrounding your neck.

“Look at you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes”. Creeper says very proud, nodding in accordance.

“Let's celebrate it that you didn' kick my ass, mi dulce”.

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Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Thirty-one, Side A: Ostentatious

A/N: the final chapter :( i wanted to thank everyone who read either one chapter or all of them, it means so much. especially when i didn’t update for days at a time lol. i always knew what i wanted to do for the last chapter. this is a sequel to “for as long as you’re with me (or until my mama picks me up)” which takes place ten years after the original story ends. i’m posting it here and separately as an addition to the series. hope you enjoy :)

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When Kurt was thirty-two, he pulled into a lake house in North Carolina.

Victoria was asleep in the backseat, her tiny three year old body propped up in her car seat. Blaine was asleep next to him, his head resting between the window and his shoulder. Kurt shook his arm lightly without taking his eyes off the gravel road. “Blaine, we’re here. Wake up.”

Blaine rose out of sleep slowly, stretching as much as he could in the confines of the rental car. He sat up and turned to Kurt. There was a reddened print from the seat belt adorably marking his face. “Where are my glasses?”

“Glove compartment,” Kurt said. He made a sharp turn right, which took them a bit closer to the water, where their rental house was.

Blaine smiled to himself and adjusted his frames. “Thank you. Oh, it’s so gorgeous.”

And it was. As they pulled into the gravel driveway, the house and the lake came into view. The sun shone down on the dark blue water and made it glisten. The brick pathway turned into a wooden one the closer it got to the lake, complete with a covered pier. The cottage itself was enclosed by trees and flowers. It seemed big from the outside, far too big for their family of three. There was a deck that swept over an entire side of the house, complete with two rocking chairs. An American flag lapped against the wind by the front door.

Kurt turned the key and practically ran out of the car, walking a bit to stretch his legs and cringing at the loud pops of his bones. God, he was getting old.

He watched from a distance as his husband pulled Victoria from the car, her sleeping body limp against his chest. Blaine seemed to speak softly to her, pointing at the lake and a small swing set. She gave a small nod, and her head lolled back onto his shoulder.

“Should I grab some bags?” Kurt called from his spot. He took a deep breath, and his nose tingled from the husky scent of the wood and water and smoke. Someone was grilling something.

“Let’s just check the place out first!” Blaine whisper-yelled back. “Then we can put this one down for a nap.”

The cottage was a high open concept, so big it shouldn’t even be considered a cottage. Blaine went to lay their daughter down while Kurt wandered aimlessly throughout the house. It was all wood, the same color top to bottom. It was honestly super ugly, but they were only staying a few days. Victoria’s first vacation that wasn’t in New York or to her grandparent’s house.

He was looking out across the water from the deck when he heard the sliding door creak open. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” He asked without turning around.

Blaine hummed in agreement from behind him. “Tori’s gonna be out for a while. You wanna go on a walk?” He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle. When he spoke again, his chin pressed against his shoulder. “Or we could stay inside and do other stuff.”

Kurt turned around so they would be facing each other,

looking at Blaine with a small smirk. “Other stuff?”

“Like sex stuff.” Blaine fumbled with the buttons of Kurt’s open cardigan, looking up at him through his eyelashes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Kurt’s laugh turned into a soft sigh when Blaine began sucking on the skin just below his jawline. After nearly a decade of being together, Blaine knew just how much that spot drove him crazy.

“Like what?” Blaine asked innocently, taking small kitten licks at his neck. His hands started moving down to Kurt’s jeans, teasing around his belt.

Kurt pulled him in for a kiss, sweet and slow. Blaine completely curved into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. They pressed into each other, Kurt’s back against the wooden railing.

They pulled away, foreheads resting together. When Blaine smiled, Kurt felt his lips curve up against his.

“You should go on a walk,” Kurt whispered practically into his mouth. “I’ll have dinner ready when you get back.”

His husband looked up at him. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” When Blaine hesitated, Kurt laughed and pushed him gently forward. “Go ahead.”

Kurt watched him leave and walk down the pebble path that trailed around the entire lake. Far off in the water, a group of teens splashed around in the water, a few of them laying on inflatable tubes. The sun was in the midpoint between setting and bright.

While Blaine was gone, Kurt decided to bring all of their bags into the house. He put their clothes away (it was too hot to wear the few sweaters and pairs of cabin socks Blaine had brought) and slid the suitcases into the closet. Victoria woke up from her nap not much later, full of energy. They swung on the swing set for a while and Kurt looked across the lake for any sight of Blaine.

“You wanna help Daddy with dinner?” Kurt asked, stopping the swing. Victoria whipped her head around, curly brown hair swishing behind her and falling over her shoulder.

“Yes!” She squealed, hopping off the screen and racing back towards the house, completely forgetting about the swing. Kurt chased after her, too concerned that she may fall. The girl was a total handful, and he was already dreading how she would be when she grew up.

Victoria did more dancing and singing than cooking. She and Kurt sang along to eighties hits on the TV, turning the volume up so high it could be heard from outside the house. He was wearing a ‘kiss the cook’ apron he had found in one of the drawers. It was absolutely hideous and stained but Kurt couldn’t help but put it on.

He was spooning broccoli onto a plate when the front door opened and shut, Blaine setting his set of keys in the kitchen counter. He said something, but it wasn’t loud enough to cut through the sound of the Thompson Twins harmonizing.

“Tori!” Kurt yelled. “Turn that off please!” He switched off the gas stove and moved to take off the apron, when Blaine swatted his hand away and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck.

“Stop that, it’s cute,” he said, swaying them back and forth.

Kurt rolled his eyes yet smiled. “It’s gross.” He spun Blaine around during the instrumental section of “Hold Me Now” like it was their wedding night. They laughed, hearty and loud.

Blaine leaned forward and kissed him, short and sweet. “Well I like the instructions it gives.” He looked up at Kurt, tracing the words with his finger.

“You’re such a dork,” he shook his head and smiled. And Blaine was giving him that look, the one that made arousal unfurl in his stomach and the blood rush to his face.

And Blaine knew it. He gave him that look all throughout dinner, even sucking the sauce off his finger in a way that was dirty and deliberate. They washed dishes as a family like they usually did, even if it dissolved into a soap war when Victoria splashed Kurt with soapy water.

Blaine cleaned the floors and Kurt gave their daughter a bath quickly. When he closed the door to her room for the week behind him, the lights were off in the living room and kitchen, replaced by various candles that mixed scents in the room. His husband sat on the black leather couch and turned to him, his hair washed from his gel and curled.

“What’s this?” Kurt sat on the couch and tucked his feet under him, accepting the glass of wine Blaine had poured. The gas fireplace sat aglow.

Blaine shrugged. “I just love you is all.” And even after all this time, the three words still made Kurt’s heart swell.

“I love you too,” he murmured, setting his and Blaine’s glasses down and crowding his space, kissing him silent.

Blaine threw himself back onto the couch and pulled Kurt on top of him, opening his mouth so he could lick into the heat of it. It was constant, the rocking of Blaine’s hips under him and the helpless whine that made Kurt’s lips buzz.

He slid his hand under Blaine’s shirt to feel the taut skin underneath, flicking his nipples swiftly and reveling in the moan that followed.

“Kurt…” Blaine’s hands roamed to the curve of his ass, pushing him forward so their erections pressed together in a dirty suggestion of what they could be doing. “Fuck me.”

Kurt groaned and pushed him further into the couch cushions, rocking forward and cupping his cheek with his free hand. The softness of the moment cooled them down, and Blaine curled into the touch. It was only when Kurt heard the sound of his belt being undone that he sat up. The look on Blaine’s face was nearly comical, eyes going wide with confusion.

“I’m not having sex on a leather couch, especially one that isn’t ours.” He laughed. When he led Blaine back to the master bedroom, his back peeled off the couch with a sound like velcro. They’d have to pick up their clothes from the hallway later.

They laid in the hammock after peeling themselves out of bed, laying half on top of each other in their briefs and a thin blanket. The moon shone against the water and the stars twinkled in the black sky.

“The people next door have a Lambo,” Blaine hummed into Kurt’s bare chest. “They parked it right in the front yard.”

“How ostentatious,” he said, chuckling softly. They listened to the quiet sounds of the nature around them; the crickets and frogs in the trees and wind rustling the oak leaves above them. It was still hot, not as much as it had been in the afternoon. Kurt swung them back and forth with his foot digging into the dirt below them.

“Do you have any regrets?” Blaine asked suddenly, causing Kurt’s heart to stop. “I mean, if you could, would you go back and do anything differently.”

Kurt could barely form the question. “What’s this about?” His mind was racing to every possible bad situation; Blaine wanted a divorce, he had a secret lover, he had killed someone. A few of them seemed worse than the others.

“My dad called.”

“Oh,” Kurt felt the fear slip out of his body. “What did he want?”

“He wanted to see Victoria, he said he missed me,” Blaine explained in a quiet voice, edged with apprehension.

“He can see her on Instagram.” Kurt couldn’t help the venom that dripped from the sentence. Mr. Anderson had been nothing but rude to not only Kurt for as long as he could remember, but his own son too. He remembered having to console Blaine the day after his wedding when his dad hadn’t shown up. For all he cared,

Mr. Anderson didn’t deserve to see his granddaughter.

Blaine sighed and sat up a bit further on Kurt’s chest. “That’s not really the point, honey.” His voice sounded thick, and Kurt intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand.

“He missed me. And, I don’t know, shouldn’t I give him a second chance?”

“But the things he’s said to you Blaine. The things he’s said to me.”

There was a pregnant silence after that.

After they went public with their relationship in their early twenties, David Anderson became even more cold and harsh that he was when they were teens. They didn’t talk about it often, but Blaine would mention how hard it was to live with him. The screaming, the fights, the insults dripping with homophobia. It was a unanimous decision between them and the Hummels to not engage with Mr. Anderson unless it was necessary. Blaine had agreed, but Kurt knew it had to hurt.

“Some people don’t deserve a second chance,” Kurt grumbled after a while.

“He’s my father, Kurt!”

Blaine threw his arms out at that, the force of it tipping the hammock and sending the two of them sprawling onto the hard dirt ground.

“Oh my God, Blaine!” Kurt sat up immediately, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his side. “Honey, are you okay?”

Blaine was laying still on his side, unmoving. Kurt’s blood ran cold. They had fallen pretty hard from a solidly high distance. Kurt crawled over to his husband, tears threatening to spill from his eyes when he still didn’t move.

“Blaine, please get up,” Kurt cried. It was too late to go for help, and holy shit, he had just killed his husband…

And then he heard laughter, and Blaine moved as if he were shivering.

Blaine sat up, tears spilling from his eyes as he laughed. He touched his head gingerly and winced. “Ow,” he groaned. Kurt could’ve passed out. But he started crying instead.

“Oh, Kurt.” Blaine pulled him closer, holding him in his arms.

In hindsight, Kurt felt a bit embarrassed about crying over a three foot fall. But it was the first time in a long time that he thought he had actually lost Blaine. And the emptiness from it terrified it just as much as it did the first time.

“Shh, Kurt. I’m okay,” Blaine said through a chuckle, kissing him on the forehead. Kurt gripped his shirt like it was the only thing holding him to the earth. “We’re okay.”

Blaine and Kurt went inside shortly after that, with the latter demanding Blaine should hold a bag of frozen peaches to his head. They fell asleep at nearly one in the morning after checking on Victoria and dusting dirt off their pajamas.

Kurt awoke with a jolt, sitting up to find the other side of the bed empty. The sun was just beginning to peek out from the horizon, a soft yellow glow in the window.

He slipped on a pair of slides and dragged a blanket with him outside onto the deck, stretching his arms over his head. Most of the lights in the other lake houses were off, and the only other person he saw was a woman walking a small dog. Until he caught his husband’s eye down at the dock.

It sometimes hit Kurt like a wave how handsome Blaine was, even from far away. His hair wasn’t his usual morning bird’s nest, combed down and contained just enough for Kurt to know he had brushed it. His muscles popped out of the thin long sleeve shirt he slept in, and when he smiled, his brown eyes crinkled.

“Awwh, Blaine!” Kurt gasped, looking down at the scene in front of him.

“Okay, okay,” Blaine stepped in front of him and adjusted his glasses. “Remember when we went out on our first date as boyfriends?”

“You mean when we got breakfast after I jumped you in your own apartment? Yes I do,” he grinned, already knowing where this was going.

Blaine nodded. “Right, and we went to that crappy diner and when I got steak and eggs you got—”

“Cheesecake,” Kurt pointed at the New York Style cheesecake sitting on a checkered blanket, raspberries and mint leaf sitting perfectly on top. “You made me cheesecake?”

Blaine’s smile faltered only slightly. “Um. Well about that. I tried to, I had the recipe and everything. And then I forgot the cheesecake dish at home.” Ah, so that was why Blaine seemed so freaked out when he looked through the bag of food after they left. “So I ordered one.”

“It’s perfect,” Kurt whispered and sat down at the edge of the dock, legs swinging over the edge.

“You’re my family, Kurt. You and Tori,” Blaine said as he sat down next to him. “I don’t need anything else. I just need you two.” He pulled a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind him, pouring way too much.

Kurt opened his arms and wrapped them both in his blanket, cheesecake forgotten. For now. “Here’s to ten years of us.”

“More like twenty-five, if you include those years of pining,” Kurt interjected, much to Blaine’s chagrin.

“Fine, ten years of marriage,” he knocked against Kurt’s shoulder. “And to ten more.”

He looked down, feigning shock. “Only ten?”

Blaine just rocked forward and kissed Kurt’s cheek. “Happy anniversary, Kurt.” he smiled and took a sip of champagne, curling into his side and looking out across the water. There was nothing. more to say, not for now. They had everything they needed.

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 15

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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With the crickets humming in the background, Boil, Faven, and Hyewon continued to carry the boxes underneath the wet rainforest, their armours and inner soaked. Hyewon is no stranger to rain, but she felt her legs were wobbly and her arms and shoulders aching since she had been trekking since late afternoon.

She has never been on a scouting mission before, and being in a strange environment, Hyewon will have to get used to the purple rainforest for a few days. On one hand, she was entranced with the natural beauty around her, which could only be seen in a priceless painting in a senator’s office. But she also hated the humidity surrounding her.

Despite the dark clouds above her, Hyewon felt her skin underneath her armour was sticky and itchy. She was tempted to scratch her back, but not when she was wearing her Corrie Guard armour. Besides, she felt her bladder was full, waiting to be emptied.

“Are we there yet?” she panted.

“We’re almost there,” Boil said in a stretchy voice. “Just hang in there.”

“You got it.”

“This is taking too long,” Faven complained. “We should just sit down or something.”

“I second with Faven. I really need to use the bathroom right now.”

Boil nodded in agreement, letting them drop the box on the muddy ground. Faven breathed in relief as Hyewon gave a thumb up to Boil, leaning against a tree bark.

“Shouldn’t you be going right now?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“I need to rest my legs first,” answered Hyewon, removing her helmet. “Then I’ll answer nature’s call.”

“Well, that sounds fancy,” Faven smirked. “Where did you learn that from?”

“The prisoner I used to guard was excellent in poetry. His poems were romantic, if you ask me. You will feel swooned after reading one of his works.”

“So why was the poet in jail in the first place?” Boil asked, taking a sip from his canteen. “What did he do?”

“He murdered his girlfriend in anger,” Hyewon told them, much to their horror. “He said that his emotions were out of control, but honestly, I don’t buy it.”

“In that case, I will never date a poet in the future, no matter how romantic he seems,” Faven reminded herself, keeping her two fingers intact. “For all I know, he could plan to kill me in my sleep. But if it’s a woman poet, then I would put on my wedding dress after the first date.”

“Okay then, I respect your taste in your future spouse,” the purple-haired clone stood up. “I’ll be peeing in that tree over there, so just don’t look at me while I’m doing it, okay?”

“You have our words, vod,” Boil showed his pinky finger to his sister, as he watched her walk past them, leaving them alone together. “I like her. Can we keep her on the 212th?”

“If Cody is okay with it,” Faven lifted her shoulders. “But I think she’s a cool person to hang out with. Plus, she had gorgeous hair. Like, what is her secret to having her hairstyle?”

“I wonder if I could get a hair dye like Hyewon. I always wanted to colour my hair blond, or maybe even blue.”

The frizzy-haired let out a bellow, slapping her thighs. “No offence, Boil, but you would look terrible in dyed hair.”

“Oh, come on,” he throws his arms in the air. “Crys had blond hair, and he looked good.”

“It matches his personality. For you, well, it’s best to stick with your natural colours.”

“Whatever, you dyed your hair orange.”

“It’s sunset orange, Boil,” Faven raised her tone. “There’s a difference between orange and sunset orange.”

Boil could only blink, trying to differentiate between orange and sunset orange. To him, orange is orange. It doesn’t matter what kind of shade it was, as long as it’s in the same colour family. I honestly can’t tell the difference between those two colours.

He does envy Faven’s orange hair, since it matched her style. She could pull off other hair colours, but she sticks with the same colour, since it matched with their official colour, yellow. Yellow and orange go well with each other.

Maybe she has a point, Boil stroked his fancy moustache. I would be better off with my natural hair colour.

After a few minutes of waiting, Hyewon returned from her personal business, grabbing her helmet. “We should go now,” she gestured towards the box they had to carry. “We don’t want to keep Commander Thire and Cody waiting.”

“You got it, Hye,” Boil gave a small salute, as the three of them continued to carry the box of weapons and rations with their combined strength. Nothing will stop them from carrying out their duties for the three of them.

Their surroundings were peaceful, with the larks singing in the trees and the rainbow-coloured flowers blooming among the leaves and shrubs. This differed from the scenery Hyewon had seen on Coruscant, which barely had any flora or fauna, except for the Grand Park. She couldn’t complain, though. She would kill to live in a place like this.

Faven is indifferent. She had been to many planets, and no matter what colour the sky was, or what animals that lived on the planet, it’s all the same for her. Either her comrades survived or they died in the battle in the end. There’s no in-between for her. That’s what she was made for by the Kaminoans. An expendable soldier that outlived its usefulness.

I wish I would have gotten killed, instead of Amala, she thought about her best friend, looking at the flowers. She would have loved this planet, since it matched her hair and her aesthetics.

Amala always loved anything related to the colour pink. Faven felt sorry that she could never experience life ahead of her. Her friend always dreamed of living in a candy store after the war ended. Faven used to have a similar dream like that until it died in Quill. She dreamed about resting on a hammock on a tropical island, but it will never come true.

“Do you think the rest of them made it on time?” Hyewon wondered, glancing at the treetop. “I don’t hear guns being fired anymore.”

“Hopefully they do,” Boil yearned. “I’m sure they succeeded with the first waves of battle droids.”

“Wait, those were only the first batch?” exclaimed Hyewon. “How many more do we have to fight?”

“A lot,” Faven spoke. “We have to fight hundreds and thousands of droids in every battle we face. It’s a lot, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Oh my goodness, I can’t imagine fighting that many droids. How do you guys still live, anyway?”

“We were lucky, though I never asked to survive every battle. Trust me, it’s much worse than death.”

Boil slowed down on his steps as he took a quick glimpse of his sister. Faven used to be cheerful, but the war hardened her, just like Commander Cody. It would be nice if he could see her smile for one last time.

As they arrived at the midpoint, the trio placed the box down and scanned their area, which was unoccupied by their troops. There were only similar-looking trees and shrubs, nothing else. Boil looked at the sky, which was darkening. “Where is everyone?”

“I’m not so sure,” Faven doubted. “General Kenobi and Commander Cody are never late.”

“I could say the same for Commander Thire and Stone,” Hyewon acknowledged their concern, turning to her brother. “Are you sure we’re in the right place? I feel we may be further away from our rendezvous point.”

“According to the map, this is the exact coordinates the commander gave,” he showed through his holographic device.

“Something is not right.”

And unfortunately, the Coruscant Guard was right. Before they could speculate among themselves, the Imperial battle droids popped out from the bushes with their weapons pointed towards them. “Freeze, Republic dogs.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Faven cussed, loading her blaster.

[sweeethinny]

death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu for Drastoria?

I know that music has all this super sad background and that you would probably expect me to make Astoria die, BUT, as I always say here, nothing in this world will make me leave another child in the universe of HP orphaned, so, everything ends well at the end of this one shoot. I took a long time to write, mainly because I wanted it to come out the way I wanted, and I think I came up with something similar to my head Sad stories and fights are still a hindrance for me to write, but I am improving Thank you for sending! I loved this suggestion <3

''Astoria, I love you so much, which is why I'm writing this.

Last night after what your father said, after everything they pointed out ... I cannot arrest you, I cannot condemn you that way. You deserve so much, much more than I can give you. I wanted to be the man who will give you a family, a son, who will see you come in white and be waiting for you to be able to say 'yes', but it's not me. Unfortunately. It sucks that we met in this life, when I'm just a monster, just like your dad pointed out. That's what I am, after all. You always made me very happy, never doubt it Astoria, being on your side made every minute worthwhile, and for a few days I even thought I could leave it all behind. But I can not. It just doesn't work. As much as you say my past doesn't define me ... it does, Tori, he made me like this, he made me have the fucking Dark Mark on my arm and I can't get you sick with this shit. Don't blame yourself or lose sleep over this, you have a bright future ahead and you deserve to live the best life ever. Thank you for seeing me a little bit of the life I could have had, but unfortunately that needs to end.

I wanted to be the man of your life, like you were the woman of mine.

I will love you forever and ever.

Forever Yours,

Draco Malfoy''

She wanted to throw up, cry and scream all at the same time, lying on the floor while sobbing, watching the paper tremble in her hands, and the ink getting more and more smudged with every drop that fell.

Draco left her

Before she could think, before could reason perfectly, she was leaving the room, running through Greengrass Mansion, jumping the steps and barely seeing the path had taken to her father's office, opening a door with all her might, exploding in all its fury before the man could defend himself;

''He ran-away! Are you happy now? After you said all the things ... all that bullshit! He was just a boy! Coerced and afraid of having their parents dead! He was never a murderer, he never did me any harm, and now, because of that shit of yours yesterday, he found it safer to leave.''

"Well, it looks like he hurt you now" The man shrugged, still stiff and looking indifferent, which irritated her even more

''What ... Draco thinks he's doing me a favor, that you were right, that ... DO I LOOK HAPPY?''

''Don't you see the ruin it would take you? What would it do to your reputation? No one else would look you in the face!’’ Astoria snorted irritably

''And do I care about that?! Fuck them!, I DO NOT CARE. You can't meddle like that in my life, I'm not a child and I know very well who I choose to marry''

''You look crazy, do you see that? Screaming and doing all this drama''

''All this drama? My fiance left me because of you!'' The father finally seemed to feel something

''My fault? If he were a real man he would have hit the front, not run away like a coward! In fact, running away is the only thing the Malfoys know how to do. ''

''He knew it would hurt me, he knew that causing a fight with you would hurt me ... '' The man fought a battle with a daughter, one staring as angry as the woman

''You said it yourself ... do you look happy?’’ He raised a dark, defiant brow.

''I'm going after him'' She turned away, being stopped on the next step, feeling her father's hand on her arm

''Astoria ... ''

''No, he is my fiancé and I am going to marry him, whether you like it or not ... I always knew that people would talk about it and that they possibly came back against me, but my own family?'' She swallowed the ball that formed in her throat, with her eyes prickling ''I think you look a lot like the rest of the pureblood, after all''

It wasn’t very easy to find Draco, there was a world of possibilities where he could have hidden, and as far as Astoria knew him, he would have preferred a place she wasn’t aware of how to get there.

What made her travel to Scotland.

Being Pure Blood had its privileges there.

She had already talked to some people who might know about her whereabouts - even her in-laws (they wouldn't be ex, until she decided they would), but nobody knew anything. Nothing, until she presses one of his co-workers and finds out that he has taken a portkey for Scotland.

It was so obvious, and so stupid that she hadn't thought of it.

Of course, this was not a small neighborhood with few houses and few people to question about a handsome, tall blonde, it was a country, and it took a lot of effort to imagine where Draco would be hiding.

And so, she was going up to an abandoned and broken castle that was on top of a hill, in one of the cities in the interior of the country, feeling frozen by the wind that whistled in her ears, time closing over her head, and the houses looking smaller and smaller. But at least, she found him

"You idiot!" It was the first thing that came out of her mouth as soon as she opened the door to that old, dark castle with a smell of dust that would probably make her sneeze, managing to find him sitting in one of the most distant chairs, drinking something that looked like wine

''Astoria .. What the fuck are you doing here?'' She realized that there were pictures torn across the walls, in addition to broken silver, looking very familiar for some reason.

''What do you think? Marry you, idiot! Or did you think I would swallow all that shit and be quiet?'' The two were close, and as much as she missed him a lot, after all, it was almost two months hunting him around, her fury was first ''Do you think I care about any shit you did years ago? During a war!? I do not. And it annoys me that you make that decision without consulting me or asking me what I think about everything my father said, and if you want to know, I think it was great nonsense.''

''You do not understand? Astoria, you deserve someone better than me, someone who can- ''

‘’-I want you, is it hard to understand? Did the Dark Mark melt your brain by any chance?'' Her heart was pounding, so nervous and happy to have found it, and alive. For a few days, she really thought she would have lost him forever, far beyond mere rejection.

"No, and that's why I'm giving you a chance to run a long way"

''I did, and even then, I ran to a fucking hill behind you. I think that says a lot'' the man denied, pacing and messing with his long, light hair.

''I cannot arrest you''

''It was never a prison, I'm here of my own free will, I'm old enough to make my own choices, I'm not a slob like you and my father seem to believe'' Draco looked at her as if he had heard the greatest offense in the world, grabbing her shoulders and vehemently denying

"I would never think of that"

''Is what it seems. You think I have no right to say who I should or shouldn't marry, whether or not I should stay by your side, which is my decision, only mine! How many times do I need to say that what you did or did not change what I feel? I like you Draco, I love you, we all have a past, and you've changed’'

''How are you so sure of that? How can you not even imagine that I can succumb to the darkness again?'' She already wanted to cry, exhausted from all that, needy with the whole situation and possibly getting sick from the drastic temperature change

''You could have done anything that day, you could have acted in many other ways, but you just preferred to do nothing and go away, afraid of hurting me ... Would you do that if you remained on the side of darkness? Would you care that much?'' Astoria stared at him, letting the walls fall completely, tired '' You said you couldn't be the man of my life, that you couldn't be the one waiting for me at the altar, that you wouldn't be the father of our son, but. You can be all of that, you are already the man of my life Draco. Every time .. '' She let herself cry, biting her lip before continuing ''All the times I thought you could have died, that you would have really abandoned me, that I would be without you .. I wouldn't even update imagine without being able to wake up by your side, of not having your love notes hidden by the house, of being alone.''

''I just don't want to hurt you, Tori, I could never do that to you'' When she think back to that night, she would remember there were tears in his eyes ''I love you so much, so much, that if necessary, for protect you, I stay away''

''You're already hurting me, and you're already getting away and proving to me that this is not what I want ... When I asked you out the first time, you asked me if I wouldn't mind the looks, and I said not. And Draco, I didn't change my answer'' The man wiped away her tears, smiling sadly in her direction

''I was thinking it was for your good'' Astoria denied, finally hugging him

''It wasn't ... I need you here with me, I want you here'' Then, without even realizing it, she continued; ''How will I raise a child on my own? He needs a father to teach him how to fly''

''What?!'' Draco pushed her away, eyes bulging and squeezing the woman's shoulders, looking like a white paper.

''Oh .. right, I forgot to mention that I'm pregnant'' Astoria smiled awkwardly, a little waryly, before being pulled back into the hug, feeling his chest tremble in a silent cry, which obviously caused your.

In the end, Draco was the man who had seen her come in a white dress, who had become her husband and who was the father of her son.

He was her man, always had been, regardless of anything.

And there was never anyone who made her change her mind.

[septic-skele]

UT - Acceptable Risk

Summary: “Can Surface cars fly?” little Papyrus had asked once. Sans had concocted stories that left him in awe, fantasizing about how car doors transformed into wings.

It was almost horrifically beautiful, how far the impact sent him and Papyrus now. They soared, wind behind them, frozen in an instant.

Ever since he was a baby bones, Papyrus had always had a fascination with cars. Whenever Sans fished a torn, crumpled human car magazine out of the dump, they would curl up on the couch together and Papyrus would “ooh” and “ahh” over the many shapes and styles. He would pepper Sans with so many questions about them—how they ran, how fast, how far, not even caring that most of Sans’ answers were made up.

Sans would never forget the day he had lugged that racecar bed up the stairs piece by piece, his giddy brother already clambering in when it was only half-assembled. If Papyrus were a lazier monster, he probably would have stayed in it all day just to enjoy the daydream of driving it. When it was eventually finished, he put on a “car show”, inviting all of their neighbors over to admire it.

(Nobody came, but Sans spent the afternoon helping him polish every inch of the worn plastic, just in case someone showed up tomorrow.)

Papyrus had brought the bedframe with them up to the Surface, but in truth it didn’t hold a candle to the real deal. From the moment he guided that real, shining prize into the garage, it was his baby. He didn’t need to invite people over to see it (though he still did, out of the kindness of his soul.) He could go out on the town anytime he liked.

“Did you see, Sans, how that human was ogling my glorious transport? My car is popular—and by extension, I am!”

“Yeah, bro. You’re pretty revv-olutionary.”

Papyrus had subscribed to as many car magazines as he could get his hands on; they piled up on the front porch like extra doormats. Sans had perused them as well from time to time, intrigued by the machinery.

Now…Now they all looked the same: blurs of shapes and colors, fancy titles and unintelligible descriptors that didn’t matter.

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They had taken the car out for a daytrip, meeting up with Undyne, Alphys, Toriel and the kid. Perfect, clear skies hung overhead, vibrant blue melting into the ocean’s sparkling reflection. Undyne was a natural surfer and Papyrus…tried really hard. Alphys collected buckets’ worth of shells and Toriel’s white fur turned sandy brown as the kid built a castle around her. Sans napped in their pile of towels.

It’s a beautiful day outside.

Late afternoon, they had packed up and gone back into town, briefly separating. Pap, Tori and the kid stopped in a little shop, looking for groceries to make up dinner tonight.

“Meet me back at the car, Sans,” Papyrus instructed, waving a dismissive hand goodbye. “I won’t be long!”

It wouldn’t be long.

Though he was worn out by the day, Sans didn’t mind making small talk with Undyne and Alphys as they walked—more so with Alphys, as Undyne kept getting ahead of them without considering their shorter strides. Every so often she would notice and groan, bounding back toward them with a threat that she would carry them if she had to. She didn’t make good on it, considering the bags of beach supplies already in her arms.

“At this rate the others are gonna beat us there!” she complained after a while, going unheard.

Alphys was easy to talk to; Sans could listen, making an occasional hum or grunt of acknowledgement, and her natural instinct to fill the silence could carry the conversation for him before it got awkward.

“…So then Mew Mew realized that she didn’t have to be the d-damsel in distress anymore. With the power of her friends beside her, g-giving her courage, she could be the champion who stands up f-for the other kittens in the school who were being bullied!”

As usual, Sans couldn’t help but give in to impulse, nudging her with one shoulder as he quipped, “I’ll bet with that wand of hers, she makes a fur-midible hero!”

Alphys faltered, sputtered in disbelief, and then couldn’t help but break out in a grin. She must have been hanging around with Undyne a little too often; back in the Underground, she never would have had the courage to nudge back. Now she did, pushing him playfully off the sidewalk with a giggled, “Stop that!” He didn’t fight it, smirking as he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled alongside the curb.

He spotted Papyrus and the others across the street just a few minutes later. True to Undyne’s prediction, they had caught up quickly. As he cut across to join them, he was already setting it up in his head, getting ready to tell Papyrus that he was outnumbered now that even Alphys laughed at his puns. Pap couldn’t argue with popular opinion!

The chance didn’t come. A burst of light blinded him as it careened in from his right, screeching tires almost drowning out Papyrus’ scream of “Brother!” Sans barely had enough time to turn and see. The car was there, it was right on top of him—and so was Papyrus, slamming between him and the hood. Groceries hurtled across the asphalt.

“Can Surface cars fly?” little Pap had asked once. Sans had concocted stories that left him in awe, fantasizing about how car doors transformed into wings.

It was almost horrifically beautiful, how far the impact sent him and Papyrus now. They soared, wind behind them, frozen in an instant. Then the crash landing made Sans, frankly, regret being born. His jacket padded most of his body, but his skull bounced and then scraped against the pavement as he rolled, legs crunching sideways on the curb. With a punch of agony, his eyelights blacked out.

When the world spun back into existence around him, excruciatingly loud and bright, he couldn’t even cry out. His ribs constricted hard around his soul in a ragged gasp. Gradually the kid’s face swam overhead, white with terror as they clung to him. He couldn’t quite grasp what they were saying through the shrill ringing, but he recognized the sensation when he was checked.

HP: 0.8 / 1.

The crushing pain in his skull urged him back toward oblivion, black fingers dragging at him, but a desperate shout was enough to pierce the encroaching fog. “Papyrus!”

Papyrus.

Panic sent a white-hot jolt through him as he flailed violently, helplessly. The kid knew instantly what he needed, grabbing his nearest arm and digging in to help him get up. As soon as he was half-upright, one of his legs splintered underneath him and he couldn’t help but scream, crumpling sideways in the gutter. 0.7 / 1.

The kid pressed their hands to their mouth, bursting into tears at the sight, but it didn’t matter because now that he had shifted, he could see. Through the blurry, disorienting haze, he made out the swarm of onlookers several feet away.

Alphys was calling someone for help, her pleas unintelligible through hysterical sobs. Toriel was fruitlessly trying to usher the crowd back with one hand, the other already aglow with healing spells. Undyne was on her knees, howling, torn between shielding and shaking the prone form in her arms.

“Papyrus! Papyrus, can you hear me?! Wake up, please! T-That’s an order!”

No.

No.

Dust was leaking from broken bones onto the asphalt.

Scattering under the humans’ stamping, shuffling feet.

Sans was in no shape to crawl, much less tear a hole in reality, but it didn’t matter. Everything went blank for what felt like an eternity and then he was there, collapsing into Papyrus’ chest, quaking in the effort not to bring up ectoplasmic bile with his slurred prayers.

“Pap, no. Not now, not like this—Can’t, s’posed to stay this time, s’posed to keep this one.”

“Sans, what are you doing?! Get off of him! He’s wounded, he needs room!”

With a low, strangled moan, he mashed his cracked face into the folds of Papyrus’ scarf, defying. He couldn’t feel a soul beat through it. “S’not happening this time, not gonna let’cha go.” Scuffed fingers dug hard into the curve of his brother’s skull. “Stop it, stop it now, stop doin’ this to me, I thought we were done—” The grip trying to pry him off felt cold, miles away, but the pain brought on by every tug and twist was immediate. He gagged, choked it down. “M’right here, Papy. You stay, you stay with me!”

“Sans, my friend, you must step aside for the healers!”

“Never got to hold you through it last times, ’least gimme a goodbye, y-you stupid—” His incoherent stream of supplication ran dry when Papyrus spasmed feebly, jaw splitting in a croaked struggle for breath. Wet heat spilled down Sans' face—tears or blood, he didn’t know, but dust smeared and stuck to his damp cheekbones as he was dragged out of the way. “Not again! Stars, please, not like this!”

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There were car magazines stacked on Papyrus’ bedside table. The doc had suggested reading to him, letting him hear Sans’ voice. Maybe something familiar would “coax his consciousness out,” or whatever.

Sans didn’t bother trying. He didn’t stir, fractured skull resting against the hospital bed rail, fingers laced through his brother’s.

Papyrus was always dust by the time Sans reached him in Snowdin. If he was going to be taken again, if this coma whittled him away piece by piece, Sans would be damned if he didn’t hold him through it.

As he waited for the inevitable, the world still turned around him through the hospital room. Flowers and balloons and cards appeared, along with plates of spaghetti. Amateurs, thinking they could get it right.

Undyne railed, raved and ranted, even after the reckless human driver was prosecuted. Eventually she gave up on words and punched a hole in the wall. Toriel, always the peacekeeper, covered the damage with a framed photograph of friends and family.

Alphys came just once to beg for forgiveness, because she’d twisted the whole thing up to blame herself somehow. Something to do with being the one who’d pushed Sans into the street. It didn’t really matter. Sans didn’t acknowledge her and she didn’t come back.

Asgore appeared. He said something about knowing loss, about how it felt like the world was ending when his children were taken from him. He offered to be a listening ear if Sans ever had need of it.

There was only one thing Sans needed. Not that.

Asgore didn’t need to bother. Alphys didn’t need to be blamed. It wasn’t even Papyrus’ fault this time, with his unending faith and trust and naiveté.

Sans had stepped out. Sans—with full knowledge of his 1 / 1 HP, with full knowledge of a brother who would do anything for him, with full knowledge that this world was always, always, always stacked against him, coded to make him suffer—had stepped out anyway. The wise, discerning, forethoughtful judge had gambled and deemed jaywalking to be an acceptable risk. It may as well have been a suicide attempt.

Flowey, Chara, Gaster. They hadn’t even needed to lift a finger this time. Sans had shattered their happy ending all on his own. He should never have trusted himself to be a part of it.

The kid visited every day for…weeks, months. Without fail they asked how Papyrus was doing, if his vitals had changed, if he looked any better, and Sans would say nothing as he squeezed Papyrus’ hand, thumb tracing his knuckles. They would hesitate, voice catching as tears filled their eyes. “Sans…”

“Kid.” Did anything need to be said aloud? They knew everything encompassed in that word and in the hollow pits of his eyes when he looked at them: the exhaustion, the defeat, the anger. The question.

It was always one they weren't ready to answer. Without another sound, they would back down and bolt from the room, unwilling to face it.

Yet not today. The clock ticked solemnly past their usual time.

Then it ticked past his brother's time.

Sans sensed the end just as it began. He wondered if Frisk could too, wherever they were right now. But Papyrus’ monitor alarms started going off, shrieking for a miracle, and Sans’ thumb was scraping deeper into his hand as it started to dissolve. His eye sockets flickered as he gazed numbly up at Pap’s crumbling face.

“One more, brother,” he mumbled, already half-dreaming of car lights veering toward them. “One more, just for you.”

He didn’t open his eyes again until the chill of Snowdin woke him.

[lo-55]

Revel Ch. 1

In this life Victoria has always been one thing, and one thing only; pretty. She thought she was fine with that. She was wrong.

Katakuri/OC, pre-series

 Lift The Veil, and The Curtain Katakuri!                    

 King Lysander and his wife, the late Queen Dolce, Dogaressa of Soldano, had three children before her untimely demise some decade and a half past.

 There was Gemma, strong and cunning. Lucien, tenacious and unwavering. Then, there was Victoria. She was pretty.

 In all truth Victoria was the eldest, but the fact of the matter was that there was nothing to be said of her besides the fact that she was pretty. Even court gossip was stagnant around her.

 Gemma was a warrior born, fast and strong, a master of tactics and the human mind. It had been a decade since anyone had been able to beat her in a fight and history had been made when she was appointed General of Imperia’s army at barely fifteen years old. Under her brilliance their army and navy had grown to unprecedented levels and surpassed all generations before them.

 There was a small part of Victoria that blamed Gemma for this. And an even smaller part blamed their brother.  

 Lucien wasn’t as good at fighting as Gemma. He was far from a prodigy. Things didn’t come easy to her little brother, who had to struggle to perfect what came to easily to the two girls. Still, he worked harder than any of them, until he had earned their father’s respect, and the adoration of their people. He was not the youngest Legislature Paramount ever, but he had begun a legal reform that showed promise. The people adored him and his fair minded ways.

 Victoria di Imperia was not anything so impressive as her younger siblings. She was, simply, pretty.

 The daughter of a former Dogaressa of Soldano and the King of Imperia she had been expected to be brilliant. To be a leader for their people to follow in the era that lay ahead, where pirates reigned across the sea and the land was at constant change.

 She was none of those things.

 Victoria had never excelled at anything in this life. Her tutors praised her for      trying, her suitors patted her hand and complimented her hair.

 That was fine with her.

 Long before she was a princess Victoria had had her time as a genius, in a lifetime she only remembered vaguely after so long. What she did recall of being brilliant, the predistal that that had placed her upon,      well    . She had no wish to return there.

 Though, maybe if she had shown off more she wouldn’t have been where she was. Perhaps, if she had showed that she had worth beyond being a simple bargaining chip, she would not have been here.

 That is to say, in a palanquin bound for a place she really, really didn’t want to be going.

 A palanquin bound for her wedding.

 It was hot in the litter, sunlight bearing down on the trio that sat inside. Victoria withheld her complaints, it would do no good. She couldn't even fan her face, or she might misplace her hair or the garland of crystal flowers that lay within the six curls that crowned her, leading back to the carefully coiled waterfall at the back of her head.

 Traditionally she would have picked a garland of actual flowers from her parents garden the morning of her wedding for this, made up of myrtle, marjoram, and rosemary. The week she had spent on a boat before arriving in the city that morning made such a thing impossible. Instead she had worked with a jeweler and selected the gem and gold flowers that now graced her.

 The bouquet was marginally less important, so local flora was acceptable for that.

 At the moment, it lay in Aelia’s lap, where she sat to Victoria’s left, one of the two handmaidens that had accompanied her in it. The other four rode outside the palanquin dressed in leather soldiers armor.

 “All will be well, princess,” Madelle promised. All of the handmaidens were nearly identical to Tori. Madelle in particular was a little less beautiful now-a-days, but when she had been brought into royal service twenty years ago it had been perfect. Her glossy hair was blue-black in the way the sea was at night, her face was porcelain and any blemishes were skillfully hidden under face paint. As they grew older the differences, while still small, became more apparent. Where Madelle’s cheeks remained wide and fell into a narrow jaw Tori had kept her heart shaped face, with the puppy fat falling off of high cheekbones.

 With the right contouring they were still identical.

 If she had been attending a wedding with anyone less dangerous it would have Madelle wearing the white veil that day, but they couldn't afford to risk getting on the bad side of these people. So there Tori sat, her hands clasped in her lap.

 She knew she wasn’t supposed to move much, but she couldn't help pulling the curtain back to catch a glimpse of the building they were marching into. Her breath was stolen immediately. The New World was a weird place, but nothing would have prepared her for the sight of the Whole Cake Chateau.

 It was a massive creation shaped like a four tiered cake, with shingles that looked like frosting and trees that gave it the look of birthday candles. It towered above her, higher than any building in the Novara archipelago.  It dwarfed everything around it, from trees to the city that they had passed through on their way from the docks. A magnificent building that showed very easily who resided within in.

 They passed through the from door, which was easily big enough for the entire precession to walk through. Inanimate objects with very animated faces watched them pass, singing about their purposes in life in a rather demented fashion that set Tori’s brows into a furrow. Madelle cleared her throat and Tori let the curtain fall into place once more. She had to stifle her nervous giggling with a delicate clearing of her throat.

 She felt guilty when they began to ascend to the stairs, all the way up to the very highest floor. A garden on the roof, where the wedding would be held. The bearers of her palanquin were strong men, who were supposedly honored to carry their princess up to meet her groom. That didn’t mean that carrying three full grown women up nine flights of stairs was easy. If it wasn’t so improper she would have insisted on exiting the litter and walking herself, getting some of her nervous energy out and giving the poor men a break.

 However, her father was leading the train of Imperian royalty, and he would not have it. He gave his daughter's many liberties, but this was not a time where he could afford to differ from tradition.

 None of them, for their lives or for the lives of their people, could afford to slip up in this dangerous place.

 At last they crested the final step to a rooftop garden. She could hear the hard breathing of the litter bearers and the horses that had fit so easily within the enormous building. It was a miracle that some nervous tick didn’t pop up. Her lips were only just painted today, but still she did not bite them. Her hands were soft with lotions and her nails meticulously cleaned and tipped. She minded herself not to pick at them.

 Her head was held high and her gaze was fixed forwards as the litter came to a stop inside the courtyard. When the door opened she glided down the steps placed in front of her with a grace instilled in her from the day she was born into this world. Madelle and Aelia followed after in soft pastel yellow dresses that wrapped around their throats before falling formlessly to the ground.

 She did her best to keep her face smooth, even if it was hidden mostly behind the veil.

 Faces followed her as she walked slowly towards the grand doors. It was something that Tori was very familiar with.

 In truth, she was glad for her beauty. That was all people saw when they looked at her. They saw she was beautiful and that was all. Not even her own siblings had ever delved deeper. It gave her a type of freedom, liberated from the scrutiny her genius had earned her when she had been Victoria Iverson. Everyone had been watching her then, to see what Ivy League college she went to, to see what world changing career she chose.

 This was better.

 Sometimes it was lonelier, she would admit. Never had it been more evident than when she was walking down the aisle in front her new      family    .

 With all eyes on her, and Madelle falling further back as they neared the priest, Tori was filled with a sense of isolation.

 It was a credit to her father's rigorous lessons in geniality and manners that she didn’t trip over her long skirt when she saw who was standing at the head of the aisle. A second son. That was… not normal. She had been expecting the thirtieth, twentieth maybe. The second was preposterous.

 What was so important about her kingdom that she was to marry Charlotte Katakuri?

 Well. Her life just got more interesting.

 Tori turned a veiled smile up at him.

 From the depictions in the manga she’d read all those years ago she had expected him to look like live action Scrappy Doo. What she got instead was a man. An enormous one, true, but a man nonetheless.

 This did bring to mind a few… issues, they would have as man and wife. Standing in front of him at the alter she was well aware that she only came up to his mid drift, and that was in heels. Perhaps his devil fruit could shrink him. Or, given the fact that Gol D Roger was only four years dead and she and her husband were both in the middle of their twenties, maybe she would find that gum gum fruit for herself.

 Tori listened with half an ear for what the bishop was saying.      In sickness and in health. Until death do you part?  

 “I do,” she vowed.

 She managed not to tense when the massive man before her lifted the long veil from her. A few of the people gathered gasped at her face.

 She had heard some more romantic people refer to her as ‘enchanting’, ‘peerless’ and ‘artlessly’ beautiful. So she turned her most pleasant smile up at her new husband to prove them right. His eyes widened a faction before any thoughts faded from him.

 “You may kiss the bride,” the Bishop declared. Katakuri leveled him with a narrow eyed refusal. Tori had almost forgotten.

 He was sensitive about his mouth.

 Well, she could live with that.

 Victoria tugged his hand towards her, drawing his dark eyes back to his new wife. He let her lay her lips on the back of his hand.

 “There,” she smiled softly at him. “Will that suffice?”

 The bishop startled. “W-well. The man is meant to kiss the bride and-“

 “Fine,” Katakuri lowered himself. Tori was truly surprised. He wouldn’t pull his scarf away just like that, right?

 Right. He pulled her hand up and, maneuvering her with a grip tight enough to warn her not to do anything foolish, guided her fingers behind the cloth. She felt the barest imprint of a mouth before her hand was pushed away and he stood up. She saw nothing of his mouth. No one did.

 As one they turned the challenge to the bishop, daring him to contradict them.

 He was sweating profusely when he nodded quickly.

 “I now pronounce you man and wife!”

 Cheers erupted around them. Someone called for the wedding cake. While they ran off Victoria turned away from her husband to watch the line that was made up of Madelle, Aelia, her sister Gemma, a few ladies in waiting and a handful of courtisans that had come with her. After a bit of prompting from Civilla, her cousin, the Charlotte girls joined the line as well, looking confused.

 Perhaps it was a tradition native only to her island, as opposed to the whole world?

 Whatever the case Victoria walked to each of them in turn, kissed a flower from her bouquet of stephanotis, and carefully wrapped the vine around the wrist of each unmarried woman she passed.

 “What are these for?” a rather unfortunate looking girl asked. A scar cut across her face, between her eyes and down the left. She was… Brulee. That was it. It had been many years since Victoria had seen One Piece. It was one of the few things she really tried to remember from her old self, seeing as how relevant it would be in a couple of decades.

 “For a happy marriage,” she explained. “It’s a tradition.”

 “A happy marriage… You don’t need to give one to me,” Brulee told her. Victoria came so close to tilting her head. The only thing that stopped her was a dozen of diamond drops in her carefully piled hair.

 “Ah, if you don’t want to get married they can also instill the desire to travel. Good for pirates, right?”  

 “Don’t you see this scar on my face? It’s horrible. I wouldn’t get married happily,” she said all of this with a smile that was frankly unnerving.

 “Well,” Victoria considered her words. “Just don’t marry a shallow person. Love has a way of dismissing imperfections. So keep the flower, please? For luck.”

 “What would you know about imperfections?” one of the other girls challenged. Tori hadn’t been planning on having a conversation like this. This was way too deep for a first meeting.

 So, she smiled at them in a way that made glitter look dull.

 “Me? Nothing at all.”

 She moved on, to the smallest girls, two little pink haired twins that got the very last of her bouquet. At the same time the cake was rolled in, bigger than anything that Tori had ever seen. Her Miss Congeniality mask slipped with her shock at the sight.

 Brulee pushed her, not roughly, towards the table where Big Mom sat with her sons.

 Tori lifted her skirts quickly to join her husband. Her father sat on her other side, looking the king he was in his fine suit and his golden crown. A small gold tiara sat in her own hair, with an identical stone as the one set in her fathers. A ruby.

 Looking at the spread of deserts Tori found herself with a dilemma.

 She was allergic to gluten. She couldn't eat anything in front of her.

 Victoria thinned her lips to keep from laughing aloud. She was allergic to gluten, married to the minister of flour, and her favorite dessert was Mochi.

 That was a problem that was easy enough to remedy. Married women in Imperia did not eat before their husbands, and given the fact that Katakuri wasn’t going to eat period in front of all of these people she was at no risk of having to eat anything in front of her.

 For the rest of her wedding Tori watched other people eat, laugh and dance while she sat next to her stoic husband, struggling not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

 What an interesting life this was!

~

 When she came to understand who her husband was, she was struck with so many questions it was enough to make her head spin right off her shoulders, if she wasn’t careful. So blindingly fast did they fly through her brain that she was barely aware that she had been escorted the whole way to the bridechamber.

 Katakuri, who was not soft spoken but rather rarely spoke at all, brought her the whole way without touching her once. He hadn’t made any contact since they had been wed, not through the reception and not on the brief trip between islands that took them to Komugi.

 She had barely looked at the bizarre landscape they passed when they arrived, that was how preoccupied she was. Even the giant donut with a face wasn’t enough to draw her from her contemplations.

 She didn’t know if she was nervous or not when it came to the idea of consummation. She wasn’t even sure if it would happen. If it did, would Katakuri keep his scarf up the entire time? Or perhaps he would insist that they turn out the lights? He might even blindfold her.

 Now      there    was a thought.

 Tori offered him a nod of thanks for his graciousness and stepped inside. The room was massive, as one might expect, though sparsely furnished. Her wardrobe would fit easily in the space of the of his hulking armoire. From here she could see the door to the bathroom open, and the tub inside.      That    was something she would enjoy.

 The one thing that was truly off about the room was utter lack of anything personal. It was spartan perfection and spotless. Not ever a stray spiked boot.

 She looked up at her husband, mouth poised with a question.

 “This will be your room,” he said without promptly. “You are the lady of this house, you will be treated as such. If you are not, inform me. Goodnight.”

 He was gone before Tori could gather her words.

 For a long moment she stared at the closed door. Even though she knew he was self conscious and that there was a chance that they would do nothing, actually doing nothing on her wedding day was more than surreal. She had been preparing herself for months to settle for whomever she was coupled with and let her new husband do as he pleased that night.

 To be doing nothing…

 Tori looked around the room, pulling at drawers and testing the bed. It was evident that it was meant to be shared between her and Katakuri, seeing as everything there was twice the size of any furniture she would use.

 Yet, her husband had left her to her own devices, given her her own room and disappeared into the massive mansion she was now to call home.

 All because he was shy.

 Tori couldn’t help it. She started giggling uncontrollably.

 That was- that was cute!

 Her strong pirate husband, feared son of an emperor, future holder of a billion beri bounty, was cute!

[gainaxvel3o]

Shinji Ikari: The Amazing Spider-Man

Shinji Ikari: The Origin

The opening strings of Bach's Cello Suite #1 were heard in the room.

It was being played on the cello, the young, brown haired, blue eyed boy wearing the black school uniform holding the instrument playing it with efficiency. He put his concentration into this, lest he be disappointing the old man sitting in front go him.

When he finally finished, his teacher nodded in approval.

"Very good. You are done for the day."

Shinji Ikari nodded in return. "Understood."

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Kokoro is covered in smog.

When the meteorite impacted the Earth in 1999, the world had changed. Much of the world was destroyed in the wake of the calamity. Weather was fixed in countries around the world, with Japan being in perpetual summer heat.

Nagano was a casualty of Second Impact's destruction, and as such it was sometime before it was given the go ahead for rebuild. Luckily, the Yashida Company was able to pick up the slack, the large corporation funding various reconstruction efforts to rebuild the city. It was renamed Kokoro, to symbolize becoming the heart of technology and commerce for the rebuilding Japan. Smog was common, since construction and factories were common, and very busy. It was quite a large enterprise.

Shinji reset the tape from track 26 to 25.

Anata wo michibiku basho he to

Tori no mure ga habataite yuku

Kawaita daichi ni aru no wa

Hibiwareta takusan no kokoro

He didn't think too much of the city. It was too busy and loud for his tastes. He always seemed to find it… overcrowded for lack of a better word. Sitting on the train, he listened to his S-DAT player while ignoring the rest of the passengers. He enjoyed music. He found it relaxing, like locking himself off into his own landscape, where he could ignore the world and be the only one that exists.

Kikoeru anata wo

yobu koe ga

Zawameki nimo

makenai hodo tsuyoku

Shinji was one that let things happen as they happened. Without dreams or aspirations, he just existed and did what he was told. He was never entirely comfortable with people, and people were never comfortable with him, so they never connected. He saw no problem with this arrangement, he had little reason to care.

You are the only one.

kitto

anata dake.

He stopped this thought process when he realized the train had reached Imai Station.

Shinji picked up his bag and stepped outside. He might not have aspirations, but he still needed to go to school.

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That does not mean he liked Kawanakajima Junior High School.

Shinji is sitting in Science class, trying to listen to Prof. Kuruto Inumaru explaining the experiment. Something to do with mixing the appropriate chemical compounds.

"This is exciting, Ikari! Can you feel it?"

The key word being trying.

Too bad he had Tsuyoshi Kotei as his lab partner.

Kotei was the Class Representative. Tall, imposing with black hair and shining wide blue eyes, he was well respected among his peers. He was at the top in terms of grades and was considered a well behaved young man by the teachers. He had a charm that won over most people.

Whenever he was around though, Shinji couldn't help shake a foreboding feeling.

"Kotei, could you please be quiet? I'm trying to take notes." Shinji hissed, scribbling notes on his notebook.

Tsuyoshi looked over him apologetic, "Sorry, it's just that taking classes and performing my duties makes me feel great."

"Okay, I'm trying to concentrate!" Shinji whispered a little louder, which unfortunately got attention.

"Is there something you would like to add, Ikari?" said Prof. Inumaru with a condescending tone.

Shinji looked down. "No sir."

"Good, let us begin the experiment," Prof. Inumaru turned back to the board as Shinji blushed hearing his classmates chuckle.

The class experiment was mixing compounds to produce a particular chemical. Tsuyoshi was a pro at this, mixing and matching with ease with Shinji struggling to keep up with him. Still, he did his part and was able to produce the right chemical for the job. He was about to place them in the mixer-

A sudden force pushed him and the glass containers with chemicals he held slipped from his hands and fell onto the floor, spilling the materials and shattering the glass.

At this, Prof. Inumaru turned his attention to Shinji, and he wasn't pleased.

"Ikari, you're staying over after school for clean up duty. That is not a request."

Bitterly, Shinji looked over at Tsuyoshi, who merely smiled.

With a sneering grin.

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Clean up duty was a chore.

Shinji used his gloved hands to drag the mop across the classroom, cleaning it like he was told to. The rest of the day was boring enough, but Kotei's little prank made his day an extra waste. It was sunset by this point. Shinji wanted to hurry back home so he could sleep in. Not like he had much to do after all.

The laboratory door opened as Prof. Inumaru stepped out. He seemed rather stressed about something.

"I have to make a call, I will be back in a minute. Make sure you finish cleaning the room," was all he said as he slammed the door shut.

Shinji made a quick glance through the opened door. For some reason, he felt curious about what was inside.

So he placed the mop in his hands over a table and went inside.

The laboratory was a dark and small room. The lights were dimmed, the office was messy and disorganized, and it was clear only Inumaru used this lab.

On the table, there was a small glass cage that was broken.

Shinji figured whatever was inside the cage was probably the cause of Prof. Inumaru's worry. He went over to the cage in order to inspect the thing.

He also grabbed some gloves and a bag. If nothing else, he could clean this mess up. He went back to the table and picked up the shards.

Piece by piece, he brought the shards into the bag with his hand. He was intently focused on the task. Enough that he did not notice a small little creature making its way towards him.

Then, a stinging pain was felt on his right hand.

"Nggh!" Shinji grabbed his wrist, groaning while suffering from the pain. A quick glance and he saw the small little creature, a spider, scurrying off the table.

He shut his eyes… and saw darkness.

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"You alright kid?"

Shinji heard those words in a blurry haze, as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. As he gazed up, he realized he was in a hospital room. A bearded doctor was in his vision, holding up his hand in front of him.

"How many fingers am I holding?"

Shinji looked at it, focused on it.

"Th… three?" He said hesitantly, unsure if he saw it properly.

It seems it was correct though, since the doctor nodded in approval. "Good, very good. Your teacher brought you over here as soon as he could after he found you on the ground unconscious. From the vitals you seem to be pretty healthy, but we're going to need a blood sample just to be sure. Will that be alright with you?"

Shinji did not object to that. He did have a question though. "You said my teacher brought me here?"

"Yes, Professor Inumaru brought you here. Your legal guardian came over briefly to sign off on the appropriate documents." The doctor said as he waved at a nearby nurse to come in.

"… I see." Shinji said with his head downcast. The nurse went over to him, carrying a needle.

"I'll be taking a sample now okay?" She said smiling in an attempt to reassure the boy. Shinji smiled briefly in return and held out his hand for her.

She cleaned the needle right before stabbing it into Shinji's arm.

"Huh, that's strange…" She frowned a little. "You got surprisingly thick skin. I had a little bit of a problem getting the needle in. Oh well." She didn't say much more as she got the sample. "Your guardian also left something for you."

Shinji was confused. "What did he leave?"

"It's this." The doctor brought out from his pocket a familiar object. Shinji's S-DAT player with his earphones. "You're going to be here for an hour or two, so listening to some music will probably help you pass the time while I get the sample ready."

Shinji nodded. As he put on the earphones, he thought about how he couldn't wait to get out of the hospital soon.

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After he was given the clean bill of health, Shinji returned to his house.

He wouldn't call this place his home. It never felt like it, even if he did live here for most of his life. A quaint, normal place, it was with very little decoration outside nor inside. Shinji let himself in through the front door (he had the keys in his pockets). He walked in, passing by the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Shinji noticed an older man reading a newspaper on the dinner table.

This man had been his caretaker since he was four. He taught him how to play the cello, schooled him for a bit in his childhood before sending him to a proper school. The two of them weren't close, neither spending too much time making contact unless it was through cello practice.

"I'm home." Shinji said dispassionately.

The old man let out a small groan in response and placed the paper he was reading down on the table. "I see you are."

They stood there, eye contact established. It was broken when Shinji looked away from his teacher.

"We'll begin practice in a few minutes. Get your cello."

Shinji went up to his room to get the instrument.

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Drowning.

Shinji was drowning in an ocean of red. He struggled repeatedly to get up, to get some air. But some invisible force is dragging him down, further and further…

Gasping for any semblance of oxygen, he felt his energy fading.

In spite of being underwater, he heard words all around him. Painful words.

GET AWAY FROM ME

HOW PATHETIC

I HATE YOU

Shinji's eyes were wide as he witnessed dark shapes with cruel eyes, disgusted at his very being. The final gasps of air left him-

As he awoke from his dream with a tiny gasp.

Shinji felt sweat on his body. The nightmare gave him a panic attack that left him shivering and cold. He brought a hand up this face to wipe it off.

He often had these types of dreams after particularly bad days. Dreams of hate that make his heart pound in fear. Even as he never formed a human bond, he did not wish to be hated. The thought terrified him, though he did not know what he could do about it. So the feeling came back no matter how much he tried to bury it.

It was after that train of thought Shinji noticed some of his sweat drops were falling… upwards?

He turned his head up-

He saw his bed.

He looked around himself-

He was on the ceiling, stuck it through his hands and feet.

"What the- AAAH!"

He fell down from his position on the roof and fell into the bed, breaking the stools on it as he fell.

With a panic, Shinji ran off into the bathroom panicking.

"No, this is a dream, obviously that wasn't real-" Shinji said in a haze of confusion, "I wasn't just up in the ceiling for no reason-"

After turning on the lights he went over to the sink and washed his face repeatedly, convinced he was hallucinating. It was only then he noticed something in the mirror.

Namely that where his thin scrawny form was stood place a slightly more muscular form that he didn't have before.

"This can't be real…" Shinji said looking at his reflection. He reached out to it with his hand, waving it around for a bit, before bringing it over to his face. Upon closer inspection of the hand he noticed that his fingers contained tiny pincers that stretched out from the tips.

He walked out of the room unsure of what was going on.

'How did I get like this? I was just fine yesterday when I got out of the hospital.' Shinji thought to himself. 'The only thing that happened was-'

The spider.

Shinji remembers that time when the Spider bit him. It sounds completely stupid and insane and yet…

Shinji placed a hand on the wall. Then another.

Both hands were joined by a pair of feet as Shinji Ikari climbed up to the ceiling once more.

Now that he could think clearly, Shinji only had one thought on his mind.

"No way."

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The next morning was rather strange for the boy as one can imagine.

Shinji was tired from a lack of sleep. How could he when he got weird powers and broke his bed by accident? He only wished his teacher wouldn't find the broken bed before he could do something about that. Exactly what he could do is beyond his guess, but he had to do something.

Rubbing his eyes, he walked past the groups of students walking together talking about random life activities or something. He wasn't paying too much attention.

Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have bumped directly into Prof. Inumaru and making him drop his papers.

"Eeeh! Sorry Professor!" Shinji yelled out loudly as he tried helping Inumaru get his papers, but the good professor merely held out his hand to silence him.

"It is alright Ikari." He readjusted his glasses as he stood up to properly meet his student. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Shinji shifted slightly. "Sure. What do you want to know?"

"It was about the incident from yesterday." Inumaru said nervously. "The doctors said you were fine, but have you felt any side effects at all? Any changes?"

Shinji contemplated whether to tell Inumaru about getting his powers last night. On the one hand, he was curious about the spider and what it had done. But on the other hand…

"No sir. Nothing much happened."

He was not quite sure he could trust him.

Inumaru scratched the back of his head, "Very well. Could you do me a favor and make sure you don't tell anyone what happened alright?"

Shinji nodded, and Inumaru went back to walking down hallways with papers like teachers usually do.

From there, the boy for his part went about his day as normal. Other than nearly falling asleep in classes, nothing much really happened that was worthy of note.

Until lunchtime.

Shinji was eating alone at his own table. He rubbed his hand over his forehead, feeling a slight headache come over him as he stopped eating for a second. The headache grew stronger and he groaned.

"Just what is up with my head" Shinji grabbed his head with one hand, the other hand went in search of the tray to grab onto.

He felt a slight pricking on his wrist, which Shinji took a brief glance at from the pain on his head to see-

Some sort of fluid material covering a part of the tray.

Momentarily forgetting his headache, Shinji reacted similarly to getting his wall crawling power; by panicking. He got up quickly, the tray sticking from his hand and-

Hitting someone that was coming by, spilling all the food on his uniform. Whoops!

Oh, and not just another student either, it was 'kind and loving' Tsuyoshi Kotei.

Double whoops.

After hitting Kotei, the fluid material snapped from Shinji's hand and fell to the floor.

Thank goodness no one witnessed that, it would have exposed Shinji's secret right then and there. Narrowly avoided triple whoops.

"I'm sorry Kotei!" Shinji waved his arms around, "I didn't mean to- It was an accident!"

If one payed close attention to Kotei, one would notice one of his eyes twitching, "It's perfectly alright Ikari. I'm sorry for disrupting your lunch as well. How about we meet after school so we could eat some lunch together?" he responded with a polite tone.

Shinji felt another headache coming on. He knew that it was going to lead to trouble, but everyone was staring at him…

"Okay, I'll do it." While he wasn't a social butterfly, it would seem rude to reject an offer just like that. Not if you want everyone else to turn on you.

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Meeting at the rooftop of the school is pretty normal for students. It had a nice view when you wanted to get away from the crowds at the lunch table.

Another thing that was normal was Tsuyoshi Kotei and his goons surrounding and beating up people they don't like.

Truth was, Kotei was massively popular and the class representative. He has earned everyone's trust and admiration, so they didn't seem to notice or look too deeply when some students came in with bruises into the classroom, looking away from Kotei when he smiled at them holding some yen.

Or maybe they did notice. Maybe they just chose to look the other way.

Shinji was no stranger to the sight of Kotei and his goons surrounding him. Kotei had support from all around, and they were all waiting to see Kotei kicking the butt out of whoever he brings in.

He tried to get away from Kotei, but the other students held him still for Kotei.

"You ruined my uniform just now Ikari." Kotei said with a sadistic grin, much like in lab class. "You have to pay, so STEP RIGHT UP!" He had his mighty fists of steel (as he called them) raised up to beat the snot out of his new victim.

Shinji felt his headache again. 'Not now!' he thought as he clutched his head waiting for the right hook shot to the face that was coming towards him.

Then though, time slowed down.

The grinning Kotei and his fist of steel was now coming at Shinji at a snail's pace. Seemingly without thinking, Shinji moved his head aside-

Time returned as Kotei struck one of his classmates instead.

"What the hell?!" The punched out student yelled. The smug grin from Kotei disappeared in favor of confusion and anger. This volatile combination of feelings lead to Kotei throwing another fist at his missing target.

And another

And another-

Shinji was dodging all of the punches! Through some sort of instinct, Shinji's headaches seem to alert him the incoming danger, allowing him to reflexively move out of the way of the fists!

The crowd surrounding them cheered on Kotei to knock Shinji's ass to the ground, which only made Kotei more determined than ever to oblige.

"Finish it up Kotei! We're gonna check out at the warehouse down the marketplace to see if we could turn it into a crib!" yelled out one of the students surrounding the fight.

Shinji for his part was confused as to how he was sensing the danger. These headaches were only making it worse, unable for him to think properly.

But the crowd was getting anxious so finally when Shinji moved away once more some students grabbed his shoulders to keep him still.

"We got him right here for ya, Kotei! Finish off the lil bastard and we'll got the arcades next!" said an eager student. Kotei smirked.

"Nowhere to run now, Ikari. Now get ready!" Kotei raised his left hook and launched it right at Shinji's stomach.

Shinji struggled from the grabbing, but he was kept there like a lamb for the slaughter. His headaches were getting worse so without thinking as Kotei's fist reached-

Hand to hand contact was made; Shinji's hand blocked Kotei's fist.

A sickening crunch was heard.

"GGRRAAAARRRGGHH!" Kotei yelled out in anger and pain as he clutched his now broken hand.

The others let go of Shinji as they went to look over their Class Representative in Pain.

"I'm… I'm sorry…" Shinji let out in a small whisper. Kotei looked over him, rage filling his eyes.

"YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURS, IKARI!" At that, Shinji turned around and ran off quickly ignoring the yells that came from behind him.

Breaking someone's hand with your newly gained super strength? Now THAT was a triple whoops.

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"I got a call earlier today. It was from a parent."

Bach's Cello Suite #1 was something Shinji had been practicing for a long time. Today he was playing it with the efficiency he always had when playing it. The older man had his arms crossed as he sat facing Shinji's direction, disapproval evident on his face.

"What did they say?" Shinji asked.

"They said something about you breaking their kid's hand."

Shinji frowned, stopping the cello playing and remained silent. The older man took it as confirmation of guilt.

"I am disappointed in you. Getting into fights with students? That's very unlike you." He rubbed his eyes in frustration. Shinji returned to playing the cello, but there's a change in the way he played it.

"So? It was an accident anyway." Shinji kept his head down, his tone turning to anger.

"Accident nothing. The parents were angry, I had to apologize to them for you. They're threatening to sue. Don't you feel any sort of remorse for that?"

The cello playing became harder, to the point that it was messing up the rhythm of the piece.

"Why do you care?"

The question surprised the older man. "Come again?"

"Why do you care now?" Shinji's voice took a darker tone. "You've never cared before. How would you even know it was unlike me?"

Dropping the cello to the floor, Shinji stood up from his chair to face his teacher. Anger boiled directly in his eyes as he started yelling, "You never talk to me, you never ask how I am or how I feel! You didn't even visit me when I was in the hospital the other day. The only thing we ever do together is you teaching me how to play the cello! If you cared before, you would have said something A LONG TIME AGO!"

The older man also stood up to face his student, "Sit back down!"

"No I won't!" Shinji got out of the room fuming. He took a raincoat and slammed the door open.

"You will get back in here right this instant!" The older man may have said more things, but Shinji wasn't listening as he ran away from the house.

The boy ran as far as he could, but even he got tired after a while. He stopped at a near by lamppost to catch a breath.

Clutching the lamppost, he looked around to see where he was. Judging from the various stores around the area, he seemed to have taken a turn into the marketplace unknowingly. Sighing as he put his hands his pockets, Shinji realized he still had his S-DAT player and earphones with him. With this, he made the decision to just walk around the street to clear his thoughts while listening to music.

He placed his hood on and walked away not noticing the dent he made onto the lamppost from clutching it too hard. He put on the earphones and set the tape to 25 as per usual.

Kanashimi ni michita machi he to

Suna majiri no kaze wa fuite

Walking around alone while listening to music, that was something Shinji was comfortable with. He didn't have to fear what people think of him, how they saw him, didn't have to think about his problems… that was good.

Kasukana kibou no kakera mo

Maboroshi ni kaete shimau kedo

This was good. Shinji just let himself get caught up in the same track he always played during those moments, especially on the train rides to school.

You are the only one

sou yo

anata dake

His eyes took a quick glance around, coming upon a random scene.

Someone (around his age, Shinji thought absentmindedly) was mugging a random middle aged woman.

"Gimme the damn purse, old hag!" said the guy grabbing onto to the purse while the lady is desperately trying to get it back.

"No! Let go of it!" The lady bit her lip but eventually she lost the battle. The guy dragged the purse away from her, knocking her to the ground. He ran straight into Shinji's direction.

Feeling another headache, Shinji looked up-

and without thinking, stepped to the side.

The woman looked up, her eyes watering up as the mugger got away. "That man stole my purse!" She said desperately trying to get up to chase down the man.

As she went past Shinji, another man patted the boy's shoulder.

"It's okay, kid. Anyone would be scared of that." He said Shinji with an understanding tone. "I'm gonna try to help her out, get home safe!"

That man ran off to help the poor woman. For his part, the boy continued trekking down the area, not once thinking of what happened there.

'Was I supposed to stop it? It's not like it was my problem or anything.' He thought, turning around a corner desperately trying to avoid any thinking.

His headaches increased by a strong amount-

Shinji jumped away just in time to avoid a car.

He heard some yelling but really all he could focus on was the fact that he clung onto the walls of a building.

And that he was high up.

"WAAH!" Shinji nearly slipped off the building before firmly reattaching his hands to it. He looked around quaking with a tinge of fear.

Luckily the hood on his coat managed to decently hide his face from anyone looking below. It seemed luck was on his side a lot these days. He crawled up the wall to avoid getting seen by more people.

Getting to the rooftop, he stopped to catch his breath. 'Climbing up walls, getting headaches whenever I'm in trouble… breaking hands,'Shinji cringed at the thought, 'and that stuff from the tray. How much can I do?'

If he wanted not to break someone's hand again, he needed to test out his new powers. But where could he find a decent place for it?

He remembered one of the students during the fight mentioning a warehouse down this district… maybe he should check that out?

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The warehouse as it turned out was not too far.

Indeed, Shinji was surprised the building wasn't torn down already. The place was deserted, no one in sight. He was surprised not even Kotei's gang was here, given the earlier proclamation of turning it into a "crib".

Whatever, this will have to do.

With his new "wall crawling" powers, he managed to get inside the place just fine. Once he got in, he surveyed the area. Lots of crates, an abandoned car, but a whole lot of empty space as well.

Empty space for which to practice.

Shinji jumped right into the center of the area. With his new strength, he landed with ease. He took off his jacket and other stuff to make sure they don't get broken. Lord knows he doesn't want his walkman broken, how else would he hide away from his issues?

He thought about lunch period earlier. A fluid came out from his hand that latched itself to the tray… that bumped into Kotei. Shinji let out an involuntary chuckle. 'How did it come out..?'. He tried to think about how to release the white fluid from his body (his face blushed at how that came out- oh get Shinji get your head out of the gutter!). He looked over his hand. Maybe it was how the hand was positioned…?

He held out his hand away from him, "Go?"

Nothing happened.

Flexing his hand again, he tried a thumbs up gesture, "Release."

Nope.

This time, he faced his palm outwards, triumphantly crying out, "HONEEEYYY FLASH!"

Nada to the third power, receiving a large blush for his trouble.

Trying out various more poses and flexes, Shinji was getting frustrated with the lack of results. 'I was able to do it before, why doesn't it work now?,' it feels like the luck he possessed earlier had disappeared. Grabbing his head in his hands, he kicked some dust from the floor. Waving his arms around, 'I really hope that wasn't a one time thing, that wouldn't be very good-'

Thwip!

Shinji heard it, and turning to meet the noise he saw the fluid had again flown, this time from his left hand attached to a pillar. The fluid-

‘No… webbing.’ He thought. The webbing had detached from his hand this time, when it didn't during the tray incident. 'Maybe back then, I was suffering the headaches and wasn't thinking straight. Now that my head is clear and thought about it, it detached itself from my hand.' He memorized the form of his hand (the index, little and thumb fingers extended with the middle and ring fingers held down. 'The rock and roll pose,' Shinji thought somewhat amused). Trying it again with his other hand, he positioned upwards and thwip, another web line launched onto the support beam on the roof. He clutched the web with his hand, pulling on it to test the strength. His belief in the web established, he decided to try something.

Clutching the web line with both his hands, he climbed it. Slowly of course, he raised a hand up, and another hand up and sure enough, the web was strong enough to support his body! Shinji was grinning from ear to ear like a child as he marveled at the fact he was getting the hang of his powers.

"This is amazing! I can't believe I can do thi-WHOAH!" Shinji yelled out as he realized he made a mistake. See, while he tested the web line to make sure it was strong enough to hold him, he didn't check to see if the wooden support beam the web was attached to was strong enough to hold him.

As such, the support beam broke and now Shinji pays the price. He fell to the ground on his back, the web falling with him. And WHAM! The support beam wasn't too far behind, hitting him as well.

"Owww…" Shinji groaned in pain. Thank God he had super strength or else he would have broken his back in day one.

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The next morning was a pain for Shinji.

Not just pain from last night's little endeavor (thought it did hurt a lot), but also the fact that in order to get to school he has to get past his teacher. The one he blew off last night in anger. The one he waited until he was sure he was in bed before coming back inside.

'Maybe if I'm lucky I could just get to the door and walk away before anything happens.' Shinji tried to think optimistically, a rare thing for someone with low self esteem like himself. The poor boy walked down the stairs sneakily, making sure not to make a sound. Step by step, he just had to make it past the kitchen-

"Ikari."

Yup, his luck definitely ran out last night.

Shinji cringed as he faced the older man sitting on the table. The lack of a newspaper and the way his arms were folded suggested a long conversation was about to ensue.

"Sit down. We need to talk."

And he was right. Shinji followed his teacher's instructions and sat down, placing his hands in front of him.

Facing each other, the two sat there in silence. Neither of them moved or made a sound, as it seemed both were thinking about what to say.

Shinji decided to try first. "I'm sor-"

"You're a lot like him you know. Like your father."

Shinji looked at his teacher surprised. The older man continued, "The two of us went to college together way back when. The two of you are ones to keep things close to your chest, never letting people see what's inside your heart. Then again… I'm not really that much better am I?" He took out his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Shinji stayed quiet to let him continue.

"The truth was… I hated your father. Ever since I met him. He was a smug and petty man who got into fights in bars for no reason and always got me and my friends into trouble along the way. We even called him the Bastard King as a joke once or twice. You though?" The older man stared at Shinji intently, "I never hated you. When the bastard left you all alone on that train station, I was angry he would just leave you like that, especially after your mother died. I took it upon myself to make sure you were taken care of. Taught you how to cook, how to play the cello, got you into school and got the tapes for your Walkman because I wanted you to grow up alright."

He turned his head down, "But when you yelled at me yesterday… I realized that wasn't enough. You thought I didn't care about you… and that was my failing."

Slowly, carefully, he extended his left arm across the table, his hand meeting Shinji's right hand. Shinji was surprised, but… he didn't remove his hand or turn away. That was a sign for the older man to continue. "Shinji… I'm sorry. For making you think I didn't care. You don't deserve that. You never did. You are my responsibility. I promise you, from now on I promise I'll try to be a better guardian for your sake. If you want me to."

Shinji swallowed a lump in his throat. What could he possibly say? This was something completely out of left field!

"Th- this is all so sudden! I don't know what to say." Shinji let out in a yelp.

"You don't have to say anything." The older man had a small, bittersweet smile. "Don't worry about it, just take your time with your answer. I didn't expect you accept this right away. But I hope I can make things right. That we can be better."

Shinji had a small frown, "Yeah…"

The conversation wasn't over though. "There was something else I need to mention. I believe you when you said it was an accident when you broke the Kotei boy's hand. You're not the type to pick fights out of nowhere, you were probably forced into that fight. I wonder how you got strong though to break his hand though. You never exercised once in the entire time you lived here."

"Uhhh…" Shinji didn't expect to be questioned on that, "I'll explain it when I get home today?"

The older man made a slight smirk, "Sure. Just be careful with your strength. The Kotei boy was out of line, but you could hurt someone with that kind of power. Be responsible okay?" He got up from the table. "Now shoo. I need to handle some paperwork. Go to school."

"R-right." Shinji didn't have to think twice. He got up and went out as quickly as he could.

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"Yeah, haha!"

It was sunset at the warehouse. Shinji jumped from a column onto the wall, only to shoot a web up to the ceiling and swing across the room. Shooting another web string up for another swing, Shinji was elated!

School was about the same as usual. Kotei didn't mention his hand getting broken to the class, claiming he got hurt in an accident, so Shinji didn't have to worry about having everyone turning against him even more. Prof. Inumaru looked at him suspiciously, but hadn't said a word. Shinji wanted to get away as soon as possible.

Which is why after school he went back to the warehouse to train his powers. As the afternoon passed by, he found himself getting better and better. Now he got enough mastery over the powers that he could do tricks.

Shinji swung into a pack of crates, where he attached himself to them with his hands, hanging himself upside down, then jumping up to the ceiling.

Swinging around the webs was fun, but Shinji wondered what if he could swing across the buildings in the city! Or if he could travel from jumping from rooftop to rooftop like a parkour expert would! With his spider sense (he decided to call it that, considering he didn't know what else he could call it), he could sense any danger so he would be able to get himself out of any problems he faced in town. Now that he didn't have to worry about Kotei, Inumaru, his teacher, anyone else, Shinji was truly excited about what his new powers bring!

He ran across the ceiling and zipped up to the wall.

What his teacher said though…

Shinji jumped back to the ground. He wanted to believe it. He so badly wanted to believe it was true. But what if it was some kind of trick? Why now? The poor boy hadn't known affection, so to hear his teacher make his confession earlier shook him.

Thinking back though… though he didn't visit him in the hospital, he still brought Shinji his S-DAT Player. The older man taught Shinji life skills he would need for the future like cooking and even taught him to play the cello when the boy expressed an interest in it when he was four. He wasn't good at showing it but… maybe he did care?

"This is all so confusing…" Shinji said to an empty room filled with boxes.

But he was being honest. The older man opened up to him and said wanted to make things right. Shinji wasn't sure if it was going to happen, but-

"I'll tell him… I'll tell him about the spider, that I have these powers. I'll tell him everything." Shinji decided firmly.

If his teacher was able to let his defenses down, then Shinji must do the same.

He jumped out of the warehouse and started his walk back.

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Turning around the corner, Shinji eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

The house was surrounded by a police car and an ambulance, sirens blaring loudly.

The initial shock wearing off, Shinji panicked and ran straight through the officers to enter the house though some officers stopped him from entering.

"What's happening? What's going on?" Shinji yelled out as he tried to break away from the cops' grabbing hold on him.

Another officer came over. "You must be Takuji Yamashiro's ward, Shinji Ikari. I'm sorry to tell you but…"

"Let me go! Where's-" Shinji stopped when he saw another thing that made his heart stopped.

A group of officers were carrying a bag. A body bag.

Shinji looked over the cop who came over. "I'm sorry, but your guardian…"

"No… nonono NO!" Shinji escaped the grips of the officers as he ran to the body bag being carried away towards the ambulance car.

"Please no! YAMASHIRO! Please…" He felt his eyes getting watery as he tried to grab onto the bag, only to be pulled away by other officers. "Why… why did this happen?"

One officer held a shoulder over the poor boy. "A burglar broke into the place an hour ago. A witness heard a gunshot sound and called us in, but he managed to get away before we could arrive. From what we heard from other officers he was last seen around Mayonaka Park. We're gonna catch him-"

At that, Shinji ran away from the officers, onto the streets on his own. The officer saw for a split second trails of tears falling on the boy's face, along with fiery eyes twisted onto an angry face. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Poor kid… he needs some time to himself."

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Nighttime reigned in Mayonaka Park.

One of the various changes introduced to the newly christened Kokoro was the creation of a large park around the small neighborhood. It was a rather popular area for dates and tourists, intentionally done to bring some nature into the city. A forest was grown in this area, which was what the burglar was counting on when he ran inside the park to escape the police. Nighttime, fairly large trees and being very good at running are key factors in his plan. When the time is right, he'll get away with the money he stole.

This would be his lucky night!

So why was his whole body shaking? He took a brief glance at his gun. He managed to swipe it off a police officer he passed by. He thought it would make things easier for himself, but shooting that guy in his house… that wasn't part of the plan. That wasn't supposed to happen! He just wanted the money! Why didn't he just give it to him?

'He just talked to me, asking about why I was robbing… keeping me distracted while reaching for the phone!' That's what the burglar tells himself, but he was having doubts about that. He couldn't be sure. If it was a trick of the mind or something, then he wound up killing a man for nothing. He couldn't be sure and that was driving him mad.

"Calm down, you gotta get outta here!" Slowly losing his mind. he started breathing heavily as he was suffering a nervous breakdown right in the middle of the Park's forest.

A twig snapped.

"WHO'S THERE!" The burglar waved his gun around, eyes bulging in a state of panic. Looking around he couldn't see anyone. "COME OUT ALREADY!"

After several more minutes of searching, he backed up to a tree as he saw it.

A shadow a few feet from him.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER, I GOT A GUN YOU HEAR ME!" He screamed out in fear.

The figure came two steps closer.

"GO AWAY!" He fired the gun straight at the shadow… but it didn't hit.

In the split second that the shadow dodged the bullet, it threw something from his hand above the burglar. Then a tree branch hit the burglar's arm, knocking away the gun from his hand!

Another few seconds and the shadow was right in front of the burglar and hit his stomach. Another punch was launched into his right cheek, and another to the left! The shadow was launching a series of punches at the burglar which he can't escape from!

"You bastard, I'm gonna GET YOU!" In a small break, the burglar managed to throw a punch… but the shadow grabbed it. He grabbed hold of the fist-

"GYAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH!" and squeezed it for all it's worth, with the intent to make the burglar suffer.

The shadow grabbed hold of the burglar with the other hand and tossed him across the forest, knocking him into a nearby lamppost!

"Why you doing this?" The burglar said in rapid, ragged breaths. "What'd I ever do to you?!"

"You know what you did, murderer." The voice of the shadow was a cold, angry tone.

The burglar's eyes widened in surprise, "I swear, I didn't mean to kill him-"

"HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!" The burglar tried to get up, but the shadow was too quick and just whaled on him. Each punch was damaging; a broken nose, loose teeth, chest hurting like mad. The shadow had no mercy for this man. He has gone berserk. "You KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!"

"I didn't even know his name…" The burglar let out in a hoarse voice, reeling from his injuries. "I just wanted his money… why didn't he call the cops?"

His shirt was grabbed by both of the shadow's hands. "You're going to pay for what you did!" He held him up and pushed him straight into the lamppost.

The light from the lamppost helped the burglar get a good luck at his attacker.

A kid. A small, brown haired, blue eyed kid. Who was crying and angry. The burglar got a strange sensation he had seen him before…

But the kid's face went from righteous anger into one of pure shock. The burglar could have sworn he heard him say You… The shock caused his hands to let go of the burglar, who tried to scurry away from the young boy.

"Get away from me, you little psycho!" He folded his arms around his head, crying from the pain.

A short silence passed between the two as the burglar sniffled, hugging and weeping to himself.

The burglar felt himself getting covered in something.

"You won't say anything." The burglar heard footsteps growing distant with each second.

By the time the police arrived, the burglar allowed himself get arrested.

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It was him.

The burglar. He was the same thief from yesterday. The one let escape with a woman's purse.

'It's all my fault.' Shinji thought as he rubbed his eyes with his shoulder. No matter how much he tried, the tears wouldn't stop. 'If I had stopped him-'

If he had stopped the thief, then Takuji Yamashiro would still be alive.

He would have told Yamashiro about his powers. They would have talked more, opened up more to one another and maybe at last have a true relationship.

'You could hurt someone with that kind of power. Be responsible okay?'

But he's gone now. And it was his fault, and he nearly beat a man to death in his anger.

The adrenaline gone, Shinji was ashamed of what he had did. What he had nearly done. He had powers and using them like that, wailing on a man… it made him sick. That and not using his powers to stop the thief when he could made him feel more shame. Shaking his head, he wanted to stop thinking. Shinji reached into his pocket. He pulled out his S-DAT player and earphones to listen to music once more. He started the walk back to his house, no doubt the police would want him to answer questions-

"HELP!"

Just as he was about to place the earphones on, he heard that word cried out in the darkness. He took a glance throughout the street and sure enough, in an alley he saw the same woman from yesterday getting accosted from some thugs.

Shinji couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. He tried walking off, to just put on the headphones and listen to his favored music.

A thug put his hand around her mouth and pushed her towards the wall while the other one dumped the contents of her purse onto the ground.

You are the only one. sou yo anata dake

But he couldn't do that. He just couldn't.

Afureteru namida sukuu no wa

His body moving without thinking, he dropped the earphones and ran straight towards the alley.

You must fly away

itsumo

omotteru

Kiseki okosu chikara wo shinjite

Author's Notes:

It’s an old one from 2018. I’m not going to be posting more chapters on here. If you want to see more adventures of this particular Spider-Shinji, go to here or here.

The song that Shinji is listening to is You are the only one by Kotono Mitsuishi, from the Lilia from Ys soundtrack. A rough translation of the lyrics is here:

(1) To a place to guide you

A flock of birds flapping

What is on the dry earth

A lot of cracked hearts

I can hear the voice that calls you

Strong enough to beat the buzz

You are the only one

(2) To a town full of sorrow

The wind of sand is blowing

Even a small piece of hope

I'll change it

(3) You are the only one

The overflowing tears

You must fly away

Believe in the power of miracles

[bangtanlalaland]

own it | pjm ft. jjk (m.)

synopsis ↳your husband, Jimin Park, punishes you for being the slut that you are. can you handle it?

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— marriage!au; ceo!au

→pairing: senior vp!park jimin x wife!female reader     ↳featuring: ceo!jeon jungkook

→genre: smut, pwp

→word count: 4.9k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: infidelity, cuckold, dom jungjook & jimin x sub reader, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, oral sex (f + m receiving), use of sex toys, ass play, dick slapping, face fucking/gagging/deepthroating, bondage, unprotected sex + protected sex, spanking, hair pulling, delayed orgasm, over-stimulation, cum swallowing, creampie, inspired by: “own it” by drake & “save it” by tory lanez

a/n: heyyyy everyone. I’m guessing you all like my previous smut with Joon 😏 if you haven’t checked it out yet then click here! lolol but honestly this is probably the dirtiest I’ve ever written. I’m a dirty hoe for these sexy beasts ok don’t judge me! 😭 but I hope you all like this one :)))))))

☞ disclaimer: I do not support or condone infidelity in any form or way. Nor do I take part in or support cuckold relationships. Therefore, if any of these acts offend you, do not read. Please remember that this body of text is for entertainment purposes only.

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This is it. The night that could possibly change your lives. Your husband, Jimin Park, works for the biggest conglomerate in the nation. The company decided to hold an exclusive party at the city’s famous club lounge downtown, to congratulate the next possible candidate for the Senior VP position. And tonight would determine if he got the promotion.

The President of the company was none other than Jungkook Jeon. From the moment Jimin introduced you to him at last year’s Christmas ball, you had your eyes set on him. He was hot. Fresh. Young. And given that you had a few years over him, that gave you a motive to get what you really wanted.

No, not sex. Your husband’s promotion. Well, of course sex was just a decoy to get what you came for. Which is why you’re now in a private VIP room, awaiting Jungkook to meet you. Your eyes jump up as you notice the curtains pry open. And there he is.

Attired in an all black suit and tie. His jet black hair slick with gel, hanging below his eyes, and three silver hoops in both ears. He slides his fingers through his hair, revealing the tattoo on his right knuckle that reads: JEON, combined with a small crown and a sad face (☹︎) tattoo on his index and ring finger - looking like your typical “90′s boyfriend” aesthetic. Just the sight of him makes your body perspire. But you have to suck it up.

“Mrs. Park,” He grabs your hand to place a kiss on it. “It is always a pleasure.”

“Cut the shit, Jungkook. You and I both know that I only came here so that we can discuss business... matters.”

You hear him scoff and see he slightly chuckles under his breath. This results in you cocking your head to the right and lifting your eyebrows. Your tone gets louder and a little harsh..

“You do remember our deal, right?”

“How could I forget?”

“Great! Then please enlighten me on how you'll be announcing my husbands promotion tonight,” You reply as you turn your back to seat yourself down on the nearest leather sofa. You get the feeling you should turn the sassiness up a notch, since Jungkook is starting to piss you off. You want nothing more than to see your husband grow in this cutthroat business. Because.. well, you love him and you see how hard he works. He deserves it.

Your left leg is crossed over your right leg, and you stare at the wall ahead of you - awaiting his answer. Jungkook eases his way to your left side and slides his hand up and down over your exposed thigh. He inches closer to you, and you feel his breath on your left ear. He softly nibbles on it, gently grazing with his teeth.

You shift in your seat. “Under one last condition.” At this very moment, feeling his touch makes your core quiver intensely. No matter how hard you tried or how much you thought you were “in charge,” you really weren’t. It only took one look or touch from Jungkook and you were ready to risk it all.

You were willing to do any and everything it took to make sure your husband got that promotion. So in reality, Jungkook was the dom here. Not you. You slowly turn towards his gaze and uncross your legs, not realizing this gives him more access to the lower part of your body. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He sneakily eases his hand toward your thigh and inches to the inner part, rubbing and squeezing.

Doing so makes you squirm and you instantly regret this as you hear him say: “I need you. Just one last time.” You nervously shake your head no, and he squeezes your thigh even tighter. “Please, Y/N. Give me what I need and I promise you can have whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I just need you so fucking bad!”

“Fuck off! Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to get us caught?”

Jungkook gives your thigh a hard, shocking slap that makes you naturally squeal. He entangles his fingers in your hair to softly yank your head up, giving him access to your neck and ear. “Don’t fucking try me. I know you think you’re the one in charge, but let’s remember who has the real power here. Now shut your fucking mouth and do as I say.” He pulls your hair harder. “Understood?” You look at him, with a desperate hunger in your eyes. “Yes Jung-”

You suddenly feel his grip on your hair pull you forward and before you could realize he pushed you down so that now you’re bent over on top of him, he clashes his right hand to your ass - with the most force he could muster up, forcing a low yelp from your lips. He grabs a lock of your hair again to pull your head back up as he looks into your eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Yes Mr. Jeon! I understand.” “Good girl,” he responds as he caresses your ass before giving it yet another harsh hit. A warm gush of wetness drenches what was your favorite pair of panties. With you still bent over, he lifts the seam of your dress up to reveal your black, lace undergarment. He groans in excitement.

You look over your shoulder at him as he grabs both of your ass cheeks and squeezes them with those strong, hands, his veins popping through them. He lifts you up and throws you on the sofa, laying you on your back.

He grazes his nails up your thighs while he’s on top of you, kissing and sucking on your neck. He moves up your neck to your earlobe. You let out soft moans into his ear, which results in him rubbing your core through your panties.

“I need your pussy in my mouth now. Sit on my face.” He kisses you one last time before he removes your panties, stuffing them in his pocket. You notice his sneaky gesture, “Hey, what the hell?”

“I’ll give them back later. Problem?” You nod your head no. He then grabs your hands to lift you up along with him. He lays down on the sofa and gestures you to get on top of him. You’ll have to admit. The sex with Jungkook was okay, but his strongsuit was oral. He could literally send you to the Heavens with his tongue.

Unlike Jimin, who could make you cum not only with his tongue, but his fingers and cock as well. You straddle on top of him and before you could think, he wastes no time in gripping your waist to pull you straight down onto his mouth, devouring your pussy on contact. Your breath is taken away.

The slurping sounds of his lips making love to your core result in you throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning his name. You feel him humming against your core, and it drives you insane. “Holy fuck.” You grab a handful of his hair and start grinding on his face. You feel his tongue gliding against your lips. He plays with your clit by drawing circles on it with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, please don’t stop.” He pulls away saying:

“Fuck I missed your pussy so much.” You feel his thumb rubbing your clit, while he slips another finger inside of you. You close your eyes, taking in the pleasure he’s giving you. You feel his tongue back on your clit again, but this time he’s sucking, while still fingering you. “Is that so?” You hear a voice ask.

Your eyes fling open, and you hurriedly jump off of Jungkook’s face. It was your husband. You couldn’t help but think how sexy he looked with his slim-fitted black trousers paired with his black, silky blouse which was slightly unbuttoned, exposing a portion of his chest. And that signature silver chain earring along with two silver hoops in the opposite ear.

His face as pale as snow and as cold as ice. He glides his fingers through his jet black hair. He appeared as the perfect contrast of black and white. Just looking at him gave you goosebumps. Jungkook stands up on his feet, attempting to speak “Jimin, I ca-”

“I’ll meet you in the car.” Jimin says to you, cutting Jungkook off. You look towards Jungkook, and he says “I’m sorry. But we still have that deal.” You scoff, and hurry off to Jimin. He hadn’t said one word to you the entire ride home. Although you did notice he was on his phone most of the time, it appeared as if he was texting.

When you finally make it home, you grew nervous. You weren’t sure how he was going to react. He closed the front door to the minimalist home you live in. With his back turned, you slowly creep up the stairs towards the bedroom you both shared.

Just as you were about to step in the bathroom, he clears his throat loud enough for you to hear. Dammit, you thought. You slowly turn around on your heels. He gradually makes his way towards you, dragging his index finger across the bed. “You want to tell me a little about what the fuck you were doing back there?”

You nervously gulp. You never thought this day would come. You had the perfect plan. He was never supposed to find out. You were only doing this for him. “It-it’s not what you think, Jimin.”

“Oh it isn’t?! Because last I checked, I walked in on you riding my boss’ fucking face!”

“Please. I promise. It was nothing more than just a fling. I was only using him.” Jimin scoffs. Clearly disgusted with you at the point. “I never thought I had such a slut for a wife.” You instantly roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Whatever. Fuck you, I don’t owe you an explanation for shit!” You turn around to walk away but feel Jimin grab you by the arm. His grip was firm, unlike no other before. You look up into those almond-shaped eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To shower. What’s it to y-?”

He lightly slaps your right cheek, and repeats it by slapping your left cheek. “You’re not going any. Fucking. Where. Not until I’m through with you.” He slides his fingers in the back of your hair to pull your neck towards him, giving him access. He gives your neck one long stripe with his tongue, then grabs you by the chin looking into your eyes.

Jimin presses his plump lips against yours, softly biting your lower lip. He pulls away and grabs your arm, shoving you on the bed. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. Still can’t believe you were such a slut for my boss. After I’m through with you tonight.. You won’t even think of being anyone else’s slut but mine.” You try lifting yourself up off the bed, but he pushes you back down.

“I told you. You’re not going anywhere.” Normally, you would resist. But you’re body was aching from the need of release. Especially since you couldn’t do so after what happened with Jungkook. “Please,” you let slip from your lips. You back up on the bed, as Jimin climbs on top, eyeing you like his prey.

“What was that?” He asks. You close your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. “Please, Jimin. I need...” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. He wraps his hand around your throat, lightly squeezing which resulted in your eyes popping open. “You need what?” There was a deep, dark lustful look in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

Your silence resulted in a tighter grip that made you yelp: “I need you! Jimin.. please. I need you, my body needs you.” He lets loose his hand from around your throat and pushes you hair behind your ear, then lifts your chin up with his finger saying, “As you wish.”

He presses his juicy lips onto yours, sucking on your top lip and softly grazing against your bottom lip with his teeth. Then he stops. “But I’d be damned if I let you off that easily.” He pushes you back onto the bed, and gets off. You’re now laying face up staring at the ceiling, not knowing where Jimin disappeared to.

That uneasy feeling of him not being in the room with you made you anxious. All you wanted was a release. And with him vanishing like that didn’t help. Suddenly you feel yourself being pulled down by your ankles. You push yourself up, using your elbows. And there he is, tying your ankles to the bed. “Jimin, what the hell?”

He finished tying up both ankles, then climbs on top of you again saying: “Like I said.. I’m not letting you off easily. You’re going to fucking pay for what you did. Understand?” You look up at him as he pulls a pair of handcuffs from behind him and cuffs you. You didn’t answer him, you just stared. He slaps you, but not hard. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Jimin.” He chuckles and grazes his nails on your right cheek and slaps you again. “What’s my fucking name?” You nod your head to him, and that set it off completely. He gets off of you again. “First, you fuck my boss. And now you won’t obey? Double the punishment, you slut.” He rushes over to your dresser and grabs a wireless vibrator wand, condoms, lubricant, an ass plug, a whip, and a ball gag.

You were confused as to why he pulled condoms out since you’re on the pill and you both never use them. You wiggle around, attempting to break free even though you know it’s pointless. You hear Jimin’s phone ringing. “I’ll be down,” he says. He looks over at you and smirks. You try to say something but he scurries out of the room, leaving you dumbfounded.

You silently groan. You just want to be fucked. You look down at your feet, not believing that he has you tied up to the bed and handcuffed. What the hell is going on? Jimin returns to the room again. However, your heart drops after seeing Jungkook appear from behind him. They both eye you down with such hungry eyes. “W-what’s going on?” They both look at each other and smirk then turn their backs. You could faintly hear Jimins’ voice say: Choose your “weapon.”

Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re completely lost. You move your wrists, wanting so badly to escape from these shitty handcuffs. You’re tired of being tied up. Jimin clearly seems to give 0 fucks. Jungkook turns around and you see a ball gag in his hand. “Oh shit,” you thought. “What are you doing?” you ask. He simply shushes you with his finger, and you nod your head.

He lifts your head up placing the gag on your mouth, and now you can’t say shit anymore. You can only attempt to cry out. The sound of a buzzing noise echoes through the room. And you know exactly what it is. Jimin heads toward the bed with the wand in his hand. You try yelling, but you sound like a horse neighing. You wiggle your body. Then pow! Your feel the stinging sensation on your thigh from the whip Jungkook just used.

You hadn’t even noticed he crept over to the dresser to grab it. Jimin inches over to your ear to whisper: “Since you want to be a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” As he’s whispering, he snakes the wand in between your legs then leaves it there walking away again. A loud yelp comes from your captured mouth.

You had forgotten that you aren’t wearing any panties. Jungkook comes back to you and places your arms above your head, then unzips your dress from the side and pulls it up over your head, tossing it on the floor. His eyes land on the vibrating wand.

“Look at what we have here.” Jungkook notices your ankles are restrained. “Aw, that’s no fun. Jimin can I take these off of her?” He gives Jungkook a sly look. “If this is my last time to play with her, can’t I at least have my way with her?”

“Good point.” Jungkook looks over at you and smirks. He removes both restraint from your ankles. You took this chance to try and wiggle the vibrator that’s been sitting on your clit for the past 2 minutes. “No. Stop.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. He grabs you by the waist and drags you closer to him, on the edge of the bed.

He gets on his knees, and moves the vibrator out of the way. He opens your lips with his two fingers and pulls your clitoral hood back to expose your clit, giving it one lick up and down. Your legs jerk at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue. You slowly exhale...

You notice Jimin standing nearby. He has a condom in his hand, and he watches Jungkook eat you out yet again. The vibrator is still on. Noticing this, he grabs it and turns it off. He drops a small line of saliva on the head of the wand and licks it all around. Your moans get louder as you feel Jungkook pumping two fingers in you. Jimin places the wand on your clit, and turns it up to the highest vibration.

Your body jolts, and you wiggle for the thousandth time unable to control your moans. You’re so horny you could literally explode. And you knew this was exactly what they were trying to make you do. “Look at how she squirms. Put another finger in her,” Jimin demands. By the looks of it, Jimin seemed to be getting turned on. You see his member popping through his trousers.

Jungkook adds a third finger inside of you and you begin to feel your pussy throb from the wand still placed on your clit. At this moment you felt like crying from the pleasure of the wand on your clit, the feeling of Jungkook’s three fingers inside of you, and the pain of your jaw hurting from this stupid ball gag. As if all of that wasn’t enough, Jimin kneels on the bed beside you and pops your tits out of your bra.

He fondles with them, playing with your nipples using his fingers. He gradually latches his lips around your left nipple, and massages your right. He drops a line of spit on your right breast and licks it all around your areola, then latches his lips to suck. That was literally the icing on the cake. Your body was on fire and you felt your pussy throbbing.

You couldn’t hold still. You know at this moment your orgasm is washing away all of the horny tendencies you had for the past 2 hours. Jungkook had taken over the wand and pressed down on your clit even harder, and that’s what set it off. Your legs shaking uncontrollably, your back arching off the bed, your mind was in complete nostalgia. You hear Jimin say, “Yes, you fucking slut. Keep cumming. Just look at her. She cums so hard.”

You couldn’t even move your hands since they’re cuffed, but with the sounds you made, you’re surprised the neighbors hadn’t called the cops yet. Jimin continues to watch you cumming, as he hops off the bed to undress himself. Jungkook rubs his hands over your thighs and upper body. He finally removes the ball gag from your mouth, and you’re so relieved.

Next, he removes his clothes, and you can barely even sit up at this point. Your pussy is drenched, but still aches to be filled. Jimin removes the handcuffs from your wrists and removes your bra. Jungkook grabs you by the arm when he says, “Get on your knees.” You follow his commands and look up at the both of them. Naked and rock hard. Jungkook on your left and Jimin on your right. “You know what to do,” Jimin adds.

You look at them both again before taking their thick cocks into your hands. You first begin by stroking them both at the same time. You start off with Jimin, teasing him by licking from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. You repeat this with Jungkook. The sounds of their light moans, turning you on again. You wrap your lips around Jimin’s tip, gently sucking it and swirling it with your tongue. An “oh fuck” slips out from him.

You take their dicks and put them both near your mouth to have easier access. You continue to tease them both as you simultaneously suck Jimin’s tip, then Jungkooks. Once, twice, three times. Growing impatient, Jimin pushes your head onto his dick, causing your throat to create that “gagging noise.” He thrusts back and forth into your mouth, your saliva drenching his cock and falling onto the ground. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Look at me.” You look up at him in his eyes, and he throws his head back in pleasure.

He pulls your head back, leaving you breathless with a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his cock. You stroke him again and turn towards Jungkook to take all of him in your mouth. “Oh.. Don’t stop” he responds. You use your tongue to swirl around his shaft and then push yourself to take him deeper in your mouth, letting the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. He lets out a low growl.

Hearing both Jungkook and Jimins’ moans makes your pussy ache. He thrusts his hips a little, resulting in that gagging noise again. You look up at him while doing so and he grabs your hair to push you further down on his dick, which causes you to pull away and cough.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t handle two dicks at once?” Jungkook says while taking his dick and slapping your face with it. “Well too fucking bad,” Jimin taunts while also slapping you back and forth with his dick. Jungkook looks down at you, smirking. “Get your ass over here,” he says. He shoves you over to the bed, commanding you to bend over on your knees, while Jimin comes back with the whip. “How many times should I spank her?”

“Hm. Well, we fucked like... 6, no 8 times I think.” You turn your head around and witness Jimin with the whip. “Ah, 8 times it is then.” And pow! “That’s for the first time.” And again, “The second time.” “Third.” You whimper at the pain the whip caused on your ass, but you were turned on at the same time. The inexplicable feeling of pain and pleasure. And that last hit on you made you jerk forward. “Fuck,” you whisper. You move your hand in between your legs to feel how wet you are, and you are drenched.

“Let me see!” Jimin yells. He grabs your hand and examines the thick wetness that has glazed your fingers. He licks it up, savoring every bit. “Mmm. Look at how wet she is for us.” Jungkook slips a condom on, and reaches into his pants on the floor to grab your panties. With your panties in one hand, he uses his other to rub his dick in between your pussy lips. Jimin stands nearby, jerking himself off. Jungkook pushes his dick inside of you forcefully, while his hands are on your waist.

He wastes no time in thrusting at a face pace, making you bounce back along with his rhythm. He slaps your ass with his hand, and Jimin pulls your hair back, making you look him into his eyes. “You like that shit? Take his dick like the slut that you are. Fuck her harder, Jungkook.” Jungkook stuffs your mouth with your panties, and Jimin pushes your face down on the bed. You try putting your arm around to push Jungkook off to slow down his pace, but you fail yet again. “No, no, no. what are you doing? Bad girl...” Jungkook says. He grabs both of your arms and holds them behind your back.

He drops on top of you, making you fall flat on your tummy. He literally has you pinned down, and you can’t move. You can feel his balls slapping against your ass. Your hands grasping the sheets and loud, muffled moans escaping from you. He kisses your neck, and moans into your ear. Meanwhile Jimin is still jerking off. Jungkook slows his pace, as his thrusts get sloppier. You sense that he’s on the verge of cumming, and you were right. You forcefully push your panties out with your tongue to say, “Please cum in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck, get up.” He stands up and throws the condom off. You kneel down and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Jungkook holds the back of your head and uses his other hand to jerk his cock off in front of you. His warm load finally jets into your mouth, and some gets on your eye and cheek.

You swipe the cum from your eye and cheek and suck it into your mouth, holding the cum. “Swallow it,” he demands. You quickly swallow and open your mouth to show him proof. “Such a good girl. I’m sorry I couldn’t last, but I think he’s waiting for you.” Jungkook gestures towards Jimin, who is standing behind you.

Although Jungkook couldn’t make you cum, you knew Jimin was here for that specifically. You felt tired, unable to move and now you just wanted sleep but you also wanted another orgasm since you had been turned on yet again. Jungkook puts his clothes back on. Before leaving he looks back to say, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Senior VP.”

You look up at Jimin, and he’s already staring down at you, with a cock still hard as a rock. He lifts you up onto his shoulder and throws you on the bed, getting on top of you - pinning your arms down on each side of you. That dark, lustful look he had earlier was still there.

He gets off of you and grabs the ass plug and lubricant from the dresser. “Jimin, please..” you plead. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and commands you to lift your legs in the air. He pours the lube on the ass plug, and slowly pushes it into your asshole. “Oh, fuck.” Your pussy tingles at the feeling of the plug stretching you.

He pulls the plug out slightly and pours more lube onto it to keep it slick and smooth, then pushes it back in all the way. He drizzles some lube onto his dick. He slaps your pussy a few times with his dick, plays with your pussy lips, and rubs his pink tip on your sensitive clit before pushing halfway in.

You wrap your legs around his waist and push the heels of your feet onto his ass, giving him an even deeper access. Your head falls back onto the bed, and you close your eyes. The slapping sounds getting quicker and quicker, as Jimin is literally pounding your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. “Oh-my-fuck!”

A few more “fuck’s” and “oh shit’s” come from you, and Jimin slows down his pace to say, “Answer my question from earlier. What is my name?” You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to kiss him but he pushes your arms away. “This. is. my. fucking. pussy. and. no. one. else’s.” He pauses after each word, thrusting hard and deep into you, making you bite his shoulder and shut your eyes closed. You hear that vibrating noise again.

“Oh, sh-shit Jimin. Fuck. P-please.” You unwrap your arms from around his neck to push the vibrator wand out of the way, but Jimin grabs both of your wrists with his one hand and pins them down above your head, then places the wand on your clit again. Your clit is so sensitive from earlier, you feel like it can’t take anymore. That sudden urge to orgasm has re-approached, and your body gets warmer than usual. “Say it!”

Jimin lets your wrists go to speed his pace up again with his thrusts, turning the vibrator up higher. “D-d-” You can barely even speak at the moment or even comprehend what’s happening. Your pussy is pulsating around Jimin’s cock, and you claw his back. Your toes curling, and yet another orgasm washes over you. Your legs are trembling, and your entire body starts shaking that you can’t control yourself. You feel Jimin’s cock twitching inside of your pussy, as his warm load covers your walls deep inside your core.

The vibrator is still on your now swollen and oversensitive clit, and you finally give in due to the over-stimulation: “Daddy, it’s your pu-pussy. Please t-t-take it off, now. Please!” You beg, panting and out of breath, squirming around and shoving the wand out of the way. Jimin who is also out of breath, his hair clinging to his forehead, and tiny sweat drops trickling down his face. “That’s what I thought,” He slips in between breaths.

“He may have had your sex. But remember,” Jimin pauses for a moment, gazing down at your fucked out form, “I have your soul.”

“I own that shit.”

[i-need-sleep-nya]

To give you some context for when you read this (tho how you even found this I have no idea how) Tory and Jones are part of my OCs. They're both in college. Tory's a transfer student from Ireland. A bundle of sunshine and rainbows glitter who wants to be a fashion designer and make clothes for every gender. Jones is the resident trainwreck, on his second try repeating his classes, and Tory's roommate. He's generally a very laid-back, easygoing guy who'd call himself boring on a good day, until Tory comes barrelling into his life with his dreams on finally living on his own (sort of) and finding all the online friends he's made while growing up so sheltered and overprotected.

Disclaimer: Any art or music I link, is not mine. I only own my characters and ideas. That said, please enjoy Kibum's dreamy voice. 🌟

Jones would admit it out loud as many times as he liked, but the way Tory would skip ahead of him in that excitable way of his, leaving the rebel to follow a few steps behind and admire what a cute picture his boyfriend was, was one of his favorite things. Fall was just starting but the rains hadn't come yet, and Tory had been moping and whining at the weather alerts for rain that'd keep them stuck inside even more so Jones, being the nice guy he rarely was, decided to take them out for a nice long walk around town to enjoy the sunlight while it was still here.

Today his hair was bubblegum pink. Jones had gotten used to how frequently Tory dyed his hair, which was basically every other day. There didn't seem to be any discernible damage, and he looked hella cute in any color, but pink, red and a combination of the two would always be Jones's favorite. He liked how the silky, straight strands looked splayed against white sheets, or spilling over his shoulder when the little battery would finally run out of juice and fall asleep cuddled in his lap. Jones especially loved waking him up slowly by playing with his hair.

Tory's green eyes twinkled back at him as he shot a smile at Jones over his shoulder, then spun around and took his hand, dragging the chuckling rebel along to show him whatever it was that caught his eye. The green of them was like nothing Jones had ever seen, except in the storefronts of jewellers, because it was a deep emerald with so many shades yet still bright and seemingly sparkling with its own light. When he'd affectionately called Tory "kitten", those eyes lit up like neon, and he was bawled over by the tightest hug. He couldn't've miss how red Tory's face was.

The hand that held his was sinfully smooth, and the grip loose. Jones knew Tory was capable of surprising strength at times, but for the most part, he always felt like if he held on too tightly, he could crush that delicate hand with little effort. The last thing he'd ever want is to hurt his little battery...well, unless upon request. Under the collar of that cute top, Jones was sure the remains of their makeout session from last night were still there. He was confident in his abilities that the hickeys would last a while on the pale skin, and make Tory blush every time at the memory.

His outfit today looked, as always, like something straight outta a magazine. Next to him, Jones knew he looked plain in his brown leather bomber jacket, white tee, indigo denims, and scuffed black boots. From head to toe, Tory looked like a dream. He had on a cute white button-up shirt under a blue, pink and gold letterman jacket with his initials on the back, a knee-length pleated pink skirt with patterns of gold stars streaking around the hem, white stockings and those cute little low-heeled doll shoes in cherry red. They even made a little clickity-clack sound with each step.

It took a few seconds but Jones started to recognize the route Tory was taking them down. It was to the small Asian cafe in a corner away from the main district. It was where they'd ran it into each other, and where they'd had their pre-first-date date, because he took Tory to the theme park afterwards. They made the most detailed mini cakes Jones had ever seen, and Tory was crazy for them and the different flavoured bubble milk teas. It was so adorable sometimes watching him that it hurt to breathe. No human being could be this cute, yet here Tory was.

His little battery stole his heart so easily. More than the way he looked, the way he spoke, it was the way Tory was. He was kind, oftentimes too much. He had such an open, honest personality and a face that betrayed everything. When he was sad or touched, he'd tear up. When he was angry, his cute little elf-like ears would turn red and he'd scrunch his eyes up, as if not seeing the cause would make it go away. And when he got flustered...oh boy, when he got flustered, especially if it were because of something Jones did? He'd turn all shades of pink, stutter, and deny so cutely.

Today was going to be a sweet day~