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jeonginsleftcheek · 4 months ago

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Hate your guts (pt 2)

~ bcs tumblr hates me i had to divide this into two parts, here is part 1

pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 26.6k

synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!

warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise

a/n: so... tumblr kept screwing me bcs of the formatting and i'm never writing in google docs again🙃

The next morning as you woke up, you were confused.

There was someone behind you, their arms wrapped around you as their breath kept hitting your neck.

You almost started screaming as you squirmed but the arms tightened around you.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

“Hyunjin! What the hell?” you whined, trying to get out of his grasp.

“I had a nightmare so I came back.” he nuzzled into you and you tried to move away, realizing then that his leg was thrown over you and you were essentially caged.

“How did you get into my room?” you questioned.

“I stole your key when you threw me out.” Hyunjin answered nonchalantly.

“You little criminal.” you frowned, trying to get out of his deadly clutch again.

“Let go, Hyunjin.”

“Mm… no.”

“Hyunjin, I’m warning you.”

You felt his smile against the back of your neck.

“Let me hold you for a little while.” he said.

“You held me against my will since you sneaked back in.” you fought against him.

“Stop squirming!” Hyunjin almost laid down on top of you as you whined.

Thankfully, a knock on the door saved you.

“Let me get the door at least.”

Hyunjin groaned as the knocks persisted before letting you go.

“Fine, you’re free.” he pouted.

You opened the door and Brendon was on the other side.

“Oh, hey B.” you said.

“Hey. Is Hyunjin in there with you? We can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, he’s here.” you confirmed.

“Oh.” Brendon smirked.

“It’s nothing like that!” you felt the need to defend yourself instantly.

“Mhm. Sure. Well, Aiden and I are gonna get some breakfast so you guys can join us if you want.”

“Sure, we’ll be down soon.”

“See ya.” Brendon winked before you closed the door.

You made your way back to your bed and the sight made you melt.

In your rush to get away from Hyunjin and open the door, you didn’t see he brought his teddy bear with him, the plushie friend leaned on the other pillow that was untouched.

Hyunjin was sleeping on your side, hogging your pillow and blanket like there wasn’t enough space, and what’s worse he didn’t have a shirt on and your face became profusely red in a millisecond.

“Hyunjin, wake up, we’re gonna get breakfast with the guys.” you shook him lightly.

He muttered but never moved.

“Hyunjin! Wake up!” you shook him again.

“Stop calling me Hyunjin!” he turned towards you suddenly and you laughed at his cute swollen face and his disheveled hair.

“That’s your name, silly.” you said.

“Give me a nickname. Hyunjin sounds too formal. Unless you’re moaning it.” he smirked and you decided to put use to the other pillow and smack him with it.

“Ow.” he whimpered. “Did you see that teddy? She’s abusing me.”

“Let’s go.” you rolled your eyes as he pouted.

Getting breakfast with Aiden and Brendon proved to be a mistake as they teased you constantly.

“You two finally shacking up, huh?” Aiden smirked.

“We are far from shacking up.” you grimaced and Hyunjin laughed.

“You’ve warmed up to me, admit it.” Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned in close to your face.

“Not admitting anything unless a lawyer is present.” you smirked.

“Fine, don’t.” he smirked back.

“Actually, I went to law school shortly so-”

“Brendon, shut the fuck up.” you said as everyone laughed.

“How about we hit the town?” Aiden suggested after breakfast and everyone agreed.

You spent the day sightseeing (and getting stopped by fans occasionally) and Hyunjin insisted on taking as many pictures as he could to capture the happy memories.

By the time you got to your room, it was almost night and you were exhausted.

“Oh, hello there.” you saw Hyunjin’s teddy on your bed, which meant he probably left it to have a reason to come back to your room.

You were expecting him to come in any minute, but as you showered and laid down, it was quiet.

You almost fell asleep, the buzzing of your phone startling you.

asshole<3: hey pretty, are you asleep

you: not anymore, what do you want

asshole<3: put your bathing suit on (or don’t) but i’m taking you to a night swim in the pool

you: no you’re not, i’m going back to sleep.

asshole<3: no we’re going swimming baby. i’m in front of your door

you: why don’t you just come in? breaking and entering seems like your thing.

It was quiet for a moment, before you heard the keycard beeping and the door opening.

“It’s not breaking and entering when I have a key, just so you know.” Hyunjin walked in nonchalantly, throwing his towel over the chair.

“Did you get a spare key for my room?” you sat up in your bed, turning the lamp on.

“Yeah, I told the desk lady you’re my girlfriend. She wouldn’t budge in the beginning but I charmed my way into getting the key.” he smiled smugly as he sat down next to you.

“Of course you did.” you rolled your eyes.

“Aw, were you hugging teddy?” Hyunjin smiled, pointing to his friend who was laid next to you. “I’m so glad you two are getting along.”

“He looked lonely.” you shrugged.

“Don’t I look lonely too?” Hyunjin pouted and you made a disgusted face.

“Please, don’t do that.” you got up as Hyunjin’s eyes followed you.

“Are you gonna put your bathing suit on?”

“Yes, in the bathroom.” you rummaged through your things and Hyunjin chuckled.

“I mean, we can go skinny-dipping too.” he added.

“Yeah right.” you gave him a look before making your way to the bathroom.

The two of you finally made your way to the pool, sneaking around as it was late.

It made you feel like you were a couple of teenagers looking for a place to fuck.

There was something in the air, you felt it as Hyunjin walked close to you, his eyes wandering to you constantly.

When you made it to the pool, both of you stripped without hesitation and Hyunjin’s lips parted as he started eye-fucking you openly.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” you smirked.

“Not if I put my mouth to some better use.” he smirked back and you rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the water.

“Come on, you invited me here, what are you waiting for?” you said and Hyunjin followed you, both of you getting in.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” you hissed and Hyunjin floated closer to you.

“We’ll warm up.” he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle.

“I thought we were swimming.” you craned your neck, trying to look at him.

“We are.” Hyunjin nosed your cheek, before brushing his lips against your skin briefly, his lip ring scratching you pleasantly.

“H-Hyunjin.” you turned around as he released you and his face was unreadable.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing.” he said, a sly smile spreading on his face as he lifted his hand and splashed you.

“Asshole!” you laughed, splashing him back.

“Ooh, I haven’t heard that one in a while.” Hyunjin bit on his lip, playing with his piercing shortly as he got closer again.

You squealed and swam away so he started swimming after you.

“You know I used to compete in swimming? It’s futile trying to escape.” Hyunjin said as he kept coming closer.

You screamed, laughing as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you into him before he cornered you against the edge of the pool.

“I’m gonna kiss you now. You can push me away if you don’t want it and I won’t bother you again.” he started, his hand touching your waist tentatively. “Unless you ask of course.” he smirked. “The point is, if you let me kiss you it’ll be hard for me to control myself.”

“How so?” you smirked, your hand touching his arm, as you ran it up to his shoulder.

“You can’t be that blind, y/n. I’ve always wanted you.” hearing him say that made you shiver in anticipation as your bodies got even closer.

“Oh yeah? Show me.” you teased, brushing your lips against his.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened for a moment as he squeezed your waist before he gave you his famous smirk.

You leaned in and met him in the middle as your lips pressed against each other’s, his lip ring adding a satisfying pressure as he slowly moved his lips against yours.

The tip of his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you let him in as his hands slid down to your lower back.

His tongue moved against yours, his piercing scraping you and adding a spark you never felt before while kissing someone.

Hyunjin knew what he was doing, his kiss was deliberate and erotic, not what you expected of him as he claimed every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

Chills ran up your spine when he pressed his body into yours, your legs wrapping around him automatically.

Hyunjin pushed you into the cold tiles of the pool but you didn’t care when you felt his dick pressing right into your core.

Both of you moaned into the kiss as your nails lightly scraped his shoulders and his fingers came up to the strap of your bathing suit.

He pulled on it, making it unravel as your breasts fell out for him to play with.

“Whoops.” he smirked as he leaned back, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Nipple piercings would look perfect on you.” he said as he grabbed your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples.

“Oh really?” you smirked and he nodded, mirroring your smirk as he pinched your nipples.

You whimpered, grinding against him and he squeezed your breasts, he was grunting as he moved against you, the water splashing around.

He leaned in, one hand on the back of your head as his lips attached to your skin, leaving kisses on your neck before he licked at it, his piercing tickling you a little.

“That feels interesting.” you chuckled as he pressed himself closer to you, his skin against yours, making you feel even hotter.

“What, my piercings?”

“Yeah.”

“They’d be even more interesting if you’d let me eat you out.” he smirked as you traced his pretty tattoos with your fingers.

“What, here?” you chuckled.

“Not here. We can go back to your room.” he bit on his lip as he searched your eyes.

Well fuck it, you thought, you were already this far, your mind still not realizing the fact that you’re making out with Hwang Hyunjin, your number one enemy or so he used to be.

“Sure. In a minute.” you smirked, your hand tangling in his hair as you pulled a little making him hiss and bite on his lip.

You leaned in, wrapping your lips around his adam's apple and Hyunjin whimpered as you sucked on it.

“Mm, baby.” he whined as you swiped your tongue on it before kissing and lightly biting on his neck.

He kept grinding against you and your pussy throbbed for him.

His hands ran down to your ass as he grabbed you and held you in place, grinding faster against you as you kissed the tattoos on his shoulder and arm, your lips then traveling to his collarbone and chest.

“You’re driving me crazy, princess.” he almost growled, gripping your ass and making you moan against his wet skin.

“Am I?” your hand snaked between your bodies, until you found his bulge and gripped it.

“Fuck!” Hyunjin grunted, fucking into your hand immediately but before he could enjoy it further, you decided to tease him and move your hand away.

“We can go now.” you whispered, turned on beyond your mind as Hyunjin clumsily helped you put your bathing suit on.

The two of you quickly grabbed your stuff, still half wet, you made your way to your room as Hyunjin held your hand, both of you giggling like two horny teengers.

As soon as you walked in, Hyunjin tossed his towel carelessly on the floor, grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the door before you could even react.

His thigh slotted between your legs and you whimpered as he flexed his muscle.

“Look at you. Falling apart already and I haven’t even touched your pussy.” he smirked and that feeling of annoyance he always used to give you turned you on in this moment, making you feel even more annoyed that you fell under his charm.

You squirmed but it only resulted in your core grinding against his hard thigh.

“Asshole.” you whined and he tightened the grip on your wrists, pressing his thigh harder into your throbbing core as he started moving it against you.

“I am.” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing you more passionately than before, his lips forceful against yours.

You hated admitting it but you were putty in Hyunjin’s arms and he knew it as he smirked against your lips before pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around yours.

He swallowed every moan as he kept stealing your breath, your pussy dripping with arousal and need.

“Let go of my hands.” you whimpered as he left kisses on your jaw and neck.

“Why?” he smirked against your skin, dragging his tongue on the column of your neck before he sank his teeth into your sensitive spot, right below your ear.

“Ah!” you moaned, jolting into him as he sucked a mark on your skin. “Because I wanna touch you.” you answered his question.

“Hm, should I let you?” he chuckled against your collarbone, brushing his lips there.

“I know you want me to.” you whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek and Hyunjin let out a shaky breath before finally releasing your wrists.

Your hands tangled in his hair instantly as you continued making out desperately, grinding against each other.

Hyunjin’s large hands traveled all over your body, exploring and groping you, his lips and tongue lazily dragging on the outline of your breasts to your stomach as he kneeled before you.

You looked at him through hooded eyes as he grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

“I thought you said you’d only kneel for me once.” you smirked and he smirked back at you.

“Guess I was wrong.” he said before mouthing at your thigh, licking and biting, driving you crazy as he came closer to your core.

Hyunjin grabbed the straps of your bathing suit, undoing them quickly and leaving you bare.

“Fuck, such a pretty pussy.” he groaned, pushing his face into your core immediately.

“Ah!” you jolted when he licked a long stripe on your pussy, his piercing catching onto your clit deliciously.

“Tastes sweet too.” he smirked at you as you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He spread you apart with his fingers, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking on it.

“Oh god.” you groaned, banging your head against the door as he slurped on your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as he swiped his tongue over your clit repeatedly, making sure that his piercing gives you stimulation too.

You were holding back for some reason and Hyunjin seemed to sense it as he pulled back and looked up at you.

“Pull on my hair as much as you need to, sweetheart. You can pull, scratch, bite, I love it.” he smirked. “You can even slap me again if you’d like.”

You gripped his hair harshly, making him whimper as you brought his face closer to your core again.

“Keep going.” you said and Hyunjin listened immediately, his tongue diving between your folds to slurp up your juices.

The sounds his mouth was creating as he kept making out with your wet pussy were downright sinful and you were so lost in it, your head thrown back as you shook and kept pulling on his hair that you didn’t even notice Hyunjin had pulled his swim trunks down, his hand wrapped around his dripping cock as he stroked himself.

Hyunjin was loud and sloppy, constantly moaning into you like he was enjoying this even more than you did.

Your juices mixed with his saliva dripped down his chin while he kept eating you out like a man starved, like your pussy is the best meal he’s ever had.

“I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered, grinding against his face, his nose pressing perfectly into your clit.

“Cum in my mouth baby, please!” Hyunjin whined and you shook as your orgasm washed over you, spilling on his tongue and chin.

“Mm.” he moaned and licked you up.

“Bed. Now.” he stood up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and it took you a moment to realize he was completely naked.

“Oh.” you stared at his dick, salivating at the thought of having him inside you, he was so long and pretty, curved just a little, his tip red and dripping with pre cum.

He was perfect, and you needed him in any way you could get him.

“Princess.” Hyunjin chuckled at your obvious drooling.

He was growing impatient so he scooped you up before you could protest, getting rid of your bra in the process.

“I need to have you right now.” he rasped, throwing you on the bed and quickly turning you on all fours as he climbed over you and pressed you into the mattress.

You whimpered pathetically as he held you down with one hand to your back, your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing, waiting to be filled up to the brim.

“Oh. Teddy.” Hyunjin noticed his friend still chilling on your bed. “This is not for your eyes.” he grabbed the bear and stood up, putting it in the chair and turning him around.

“Sorry, son.” he added as you stared up at him from the bed and chuckled.

“He can still hear us, you know.” you said as Hyunjin climbed back up on top of you.

“Mm, I hope everyone does. Don’t want you holdin’ back. I want you to be as loud as you can.” Hyunjin smirked above you, lifting your middle up and snaking his hand around to play with your sensitive clit.

“Yeah? Then fuck me as hard as you can, Hyunjin.” you moaned, pushing back into him, trying to get him closer.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for.”

You felt the tip of his cock prodding at you and you gasped as he slowly pushed in, the tip breaching your entrance and spreading you to take him.

“Oh my god, fuck!” you moaned as he gripped your hips and kept stretching you, pushing more and more in until he bottomed out, his cock finding a warm home inside your clenching pussy.

“You’re so tight, baby.” his eyes rolled back as he pulled out to the tip, then pushed back into you harshly, making you whimper loudly as you fisted the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah.” he moaned as he started fucking you with a semi-fast pace immediately, his hand coming up to push your face into the mattress.

“Fuck yeah, take it. Take it like a good slut.” Hyunjin groaned as you whimpered and gasped while he rocked his hips into you hard.

“H-Hyunjin, ah!” you whimpered when his tip hit the spot and he angled his hips to keep hitting into it hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling up the room together with the sounds your pussy was making while he kept stuffing you with his cock.

You couldn’t even hold on and you collapsed down as Hyunjin kept fucking you harshly into the mattress, pulling on your hair and giving you a few harsh spanks that made your ass red instantly.

You kept babbling nonsense as he fucked you like a mad man, gripping your breasts or your waist, his hands couldn’t decide where to stay ‘cause he wanted all of you.

Your orgasm shook your whole body, from your head to your toes as you creamed around his throbbing cock for what seemed like the longest time, your pleasure kept prolonging as he brushed against your spot constantly.

Hyunjin smacked your ass again, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as you whimpered.

“Fuck, she’s trying to milk me, isn’t she? You want that, baby? You want my cum?”

“Y-yes, I want it!” you whined.

“Yeah? Do you really want it?” Hyunjin smirked, teasing you, the annoying bastard.

“Yes I do!” you moaned as he kept his pace, the weight of his body pressing you down as his breath hit your cheek.

“Beg for it, darling.” he whispered in your ear and you groaned in annoyance, your fingers digging into the bed.

You bit on your lip, trying to disobey him as much as you could and he chuckled darkly, grabbing your hands and pinning your wrists on your lower back.

“You don’t like the way the tables have turned, hm? I don’t hear you begging. Do you want me to stop?” Hyunjin slowed down, his free hand traveling down your thigh and then back up towards your waist, making you shiver.

“P-please…” you whimpered quietly, losing your mind and dignity.

“Please what, princess?”

“P-please… Cum inside me, Hyunjin.” you moaned and he chuckled again, picking up speed as he released your hands only to grip your hips.

You were almost screaming from the strength he was fucking you with, his hips stuttering as he dug his nails into your flesh.

“Louder baby, louder.” he groaned, you could feel droplets of his sweat falling down and hitting your back.

You moaned louder and you were sure people could hear you outside but you didn’t care as you came around his length again, moments later Hyunjin finally exploded inside you, filling you up with his warm cum.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whimpered as he shook above you, pulling out as his arms wrapped around you.

He held you for a few quiet minutes while both of you were trying to catch your breath and calm down.

He left little kisses on your shoulder as your brain became less foggy and the reality of what happened between you settled in, making your heart skip a beat and then continue to beat fast.

Hyunjin finally rolled over and got up and you laid still, feeling a little embarrassed and self-conscious.

You remembered swearing to yourself once that you’d never sleep with him or have any kind of relationship with someone who seemingly never takes any of those things seriously but here you were.

At least you could admit to yourself that he was the best fuck you ever had.

Hyunjin came back with a warm wet cloth and a water bottle.

“Let me clean you up.” he said and you looked up at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” you answered dismissively and Hyunjin raised his eyebrow.

“Drink some water.” he said as you sat up.

God, he was more beautiful than ever.

His hair disheveled, his body sweaty and on display for you, a loopy smile on his face as he sat there naked, vulnerable, yours.

“You wanna shower together?” he asked as you put the bottle down.

“You know this changes everything between us?” you ignored his question and his smile fell.

“Of course I do.” he touched your cheek, leaning in to kiss you.

His lips were addicting and you couldn’t push him away.

“Now let’s get in that shower.”

“Hyunjin. Y/n. Come to my room this instant.” Anthony sounded furious when he called you, just as you were eating some breakfast you had ordered after the shower.

“Can we at least finish eating?” Hyunjin whined with his mouth full, his lips pouty.

“Now!” Anthony yelled, making Hyunjin jolt as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Y’all are in big trouble!” you heard Aiden yell in the background.

“We’ll be right there.” you said and Anthony hung up.

“Wow, he sounds really mad.” Hyunjin frowned.

“Let’s go find out what we did.”

Anthony’s room wasn’t too far from yours and you were there in a matter of minutes.

“You two!” Anthony looked like he was fuming, smoke coming out of his ears, his face bright red as his chest rose up and down deeply.

Ana stood behind him like an angry mother, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot.

Aiden and Brendon were sitting on the bed, looking sulky.

“What is going on?” you asked.

“Have you two lost your fucking mind?!” Anthony seethed.

“What did we do?!” Hyunjin’s tone got defensive immediately.

“They didn’t even look at social media.” Ana shook her head.

“This is what you did!” Anthony gave you his phone and you gasped when you saw it.

Someone was on the balcony above the hotel pool last night, taking pictures of you and Hyunjin.

There were hundreds of articles, even a video circling the net where the two of you were going at it, making out passionately and touching each other.

The only lucky thing was that the guy didn’t manage to get any audio.

You quickly grabbed your phone and saw that you had millions of tags on the pics and comments people left on your posts.

Most of them were hate comments directed towards you, calling you a whore and lots of other endearing names, others were of horny people saying that Hyunjin was a lucky bastard getting to fuck someone like you.

They were all demeaning comments, even the ones that seemed to be on ‘your side’.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you started panicking.

Hyunjin looked furious.

“Who is this guy? Is he still in the hotel? ‘Cause if he is, my friends here,” he lifted his fists. “,will come pay him a nice fucking visit.”

“There’s no point, Hyunjin. It’s already done. This could damage the band, it’s practically a sex tape.” Ana said.

“I don’t feel so good.” you quickly sat down on the sofa and Hyunjin was on your side immediately.

“Fuck, this is my fault!” he said frustratingly. “I made you come to the pool with me. I should’ve never done that.”

“You couldn’t predict this Jinnie, it’s not your fault. At least your shoulders were covering up my tits.” you shrugged, swallowing your tears.

Hyunjin smiled at you as you looked up at him.

“Something funny?” you asked.

“No, you just called me Jinnie.” he swooned, his arm wrapping around you.

“Ew, get a room.” Brendon acted like he was throwing up.

“Shut up.” Hyunjin warned his bandmate before looking back at you.

“I knew I’d get under your skin one day.” he whispered in your ear, smirking as he nosed your cheek before pressing a kiss to it.

“Yeah, yeah. That really ended up biting me in the ass.” you rolled your eyes, shivering a little.

“Okay, do that later. We need to figure out what to do about this!” Anthony said.

“Nothing.” Hyunjin shrugged. “I don’t care about it. They didn’t see anything they shouldn’t have. In those pics and videos you can only see my back and the side of y/n’s face. Nothing I’m worried about. I don’t care if they know about us getting together. They’d find out eventually anyways. I’m just glad they didn’t see what’s for my eyes only.” he smirked at you and you smacked his arm annoyingly.

“Is it now?”

“Yes, it is.” he nodded.

“What do you think, y/n?” Ana asked.

“I agree with Hyunjin to an extent. Lots of celebs had scandals like this and nothing happened to them. I mean, we can still continue with our tour normally, right?”

“Well, we have to. The next show is in 6 hours.” Anthony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just don’t do this shit again. I will deal with the guy who took these and everything else. The four of you just focus on the show tonight and no more fucking in public places.”

“Is that a challenge?” Hyunjin smirked and you smacked him again.

“Ow!” he whined and you rolled your eyes.

You were still trying to process that all your fans have seen you kissing Hyunjin.

It was almost time for the show and Hyunjin insisted on getting ready in your room, dragging his luggage there.

Ever since last night, you couldn’t pry him off of you.

Currently, he was sitting on your bed shirtless, all of his makeup and skincare products thrown haphazardly in front of him as he rummaged through them.

You quickly grabbed your phone, taking a few pics of his cute pouty thinking face as he sifted through his eyeshadows.

You pressed play on your phone, now filming a video.

You zoomed in on his face and snorted.

“Here we can see the last brain cell of Hwang Hyunjin trying to plan out a suitable makeup look for the show tonight.” you said and he looked up, his face breaking into a smile.

“And here we can witness the last brain cell of y/n l/n focusing so hard on me.” he said into the camera, puffing his chest out.

“Riiiiight.” you zoomed in on his nipples.

“Are you filming my tits?” he asked, chuckling.

“Maybe.” you smirked at him.

“And I’m the deviant one. Can you believe this teddy?” he looked at his plush friend who was chilling on the bed next to him.

You turned the camera to the bear as Hyunjin grabbed its head and shook it left and right in disapproval.

You turned it off with a giggle, putting your phone aside as you stood up and made your way towards the bed.

Hyunjin looked up at you as you neared him.

You sat behind him, your hands on his back instantly.

“What are you thinking of doing?” you asked, lips pressing into his flower tattoos.

“I’m thinking you’re gonna make me hard again if you keep touching me.” he looked back at you.

“Are you that easy?” you smirked as you kept kissing him tentatively, your hands on his waist, caressing him.

“For you, definitely.” he said, grabbing a small eyeshadow palette.

“Good to know.” you smirked as you kept kissing him, your hands roaming on his abs.

“Do you think I should get a belly button piercing?” he asked as you touched him, your fingers dipping down to his happy trail as you played with it, making him shiver.

“Why not? It would look sexy on you.” you answered, moving his hair to the side so you could attach your lips to his neck.

“You really want to distract me, huh?” he let out a breath, trying to get his smoky eye look right while you teased him.

“Mhm.” you kept kissing, licking and biting on him while he put his makeup on.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, jolting as your hand snaked down to palm his growing bulge.

“I almost poked my eye out!” he whined, but still leaned into you.

“Shh. Concentrate.” you smirked against his skin, your hand traveling into his pants as you gripped him.

“Naughty girl.” he smirked, looking at your lustful expression in the mirror he held up while finishing up his look.

“Oh yes.” you grinned, taking his cock out and stroking him.

“Y/n.” Hyunjin whined. “W-what do you think?” he turned a little, showing you his finished look as you played with his slit.

“Pretty.” you smirked, your other hand caressing his thigh before you grabbed his balls unexpectedly.

“Ah!” he moaned, leaning back into you as he tossed the eyeshadow palette aside.

You sped up and Hyunjin gave in so easily that you were impressed, he was completely putty in your embrace, letting you have your way with him.

“Wait! Turn my son around, please.” he said and you chuckled, squeezing him and earning a groan from him.

“He can’t see anyways. My back is turned towards him.” you looked back at the teddy as your hand traveled up to Hyunjin’s nipples, playing with them as you continued stroking him.

“O-okay.” he moaned, lifting up and fucking into your hand.

“You like it, hm?” you nibbled on his ear as he thrashed against you.

“Y-yeah. Don’t stop, oh my god!” he grunted, gripping at your thighs as you pressed into his back, your legs wrapped around him, your hand skillfully playing with his throbbing cock.

“You wanna cum, Jinnie?” you giggled.

“Yes, please.”

“You’re cute when you beg.” you bit on his neck.

“Shut up!” he groaned but continued fucking up into your hand, desperately chasing his high.

You laughed, licking at the new bruise you created on his neck as you doubled your efforts.

Hyunjin mewled, his legs trembling as you jerked him off fast, flicking your wrist.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he dug his nails into your thighs, his length twitching in your hold, as he spilled all over your hand and his stomach.

You chuckled, kissing his cheek and jawline.

“That was unexpected and hot.” he looked back at you and you shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises like that.” smirking, you got up.

“Well get dressed, we’re on in less than an hour.” you said smugly, enjoying the way you had Hyunjin literally in the palm of your hand.

“Already?! Fuck!” he got up, running to the bathroom looking silly and almost tripping over his sweatpants as you laughed at him.

“Laugh now, until I get back at you, darling!” he yelled out.

“Can’t wait!” you shook your head with a smile, packing the rest of your stuff.

Everyone gathered at the bus, the roadies helping with putting your stuff back in as they had already unloaded everything needed for the venue.

Hyunjin grabbed your wrist, scaring you for a moment as you were looking at your phone.

“What?” you looked up at him, seeing his mischievous expression.

“Come here for a sec.” he led you away, tucking both of you behind the parked bus.

“Wha-” he stopped you as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into him, wrapping your hands around his waist, bringing him closer as your bodies pressed together.

“Our good luck kiss.” he said when you parted.

“Sure.” you giggled, kissing him once again. “Let’s go before they get mad at us.” you added.

“Just so you know…” his hand traveled down as he cupped your pussy through your pants, making you gasp in shock as you gripped at his shoulders.

“I will have my way with you later.” he smirked, kissing your forehead like he wasn’t saying nasty shit to you.

“If I let you.” you pushed him a little but he just chuckled.

“Oh, you’ll be begging for it, sweetheart.”

The show was fun and crazy like always, the fans that were there didn’t seem to care about the ‘sex tape’ scandal, everyone was enjoying the performance.

Hyunjin was even more energetic than usual, jumping up and down, dancing, screaming and doing all sorts of crazy shit.

He made a point of looking back at you multiple times with the biggest smile on his face.

In the middle of the performance, Hyunjin took his tanktop off as it was clinging to his sweaty body and getting in the way, so he tossed it into the audience and people almost beat each other up to grab it.

You smirked to yourself, they may have his sweaty shirt but you had all of him last night.

Hyunjin flirted with the fans of course, this time coming down closer to them and letting them touch him.

You would lie if you said it didn’t make you mad, you were realizing it just then; you wanted Hyunjin all to yourself.

Your mind managed to spiral even on stage while you played the familiar grooves automatically, and flashes of Hyunjin with different girls ran through your mind.

What if this was just a fling?

What if he didn’t look at this seriously?

You didn’t want to fall for him but in your mind you knew it was already too late.

You hoped he wasn’t just using you because having your heart broken for what feels like the hundredth time in your life isn’t something you’d want to go through again.

Especially not with him.

When the show ended and you ran backstage, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you around as you squealed.

“Put me down, I’m gonna puke!” you whined, feeling dizzy.

He put you down before crashing his lips against yours.

“I want you so bad right now.” he muttered against your lips as you touched his chest.

“You should wash off the fans’ handprints first.” you pushed him and he chuckled.

“Aw, are you jealous?” he grinned.

“No, you’re just gross.”

“Liar. You’re so jealous.”

“Am not.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m all yours.” he smirked.

“Sure.” you said and Hyunjin frowned, pursing his lips.

“Let’s go party, assholes!” Aiden appeared, all giddy from the show, stopping Hyunjin mid-thought.

“Yeah, and put on a shirt, Hwang!” Brendon winked with a smirk.

You were dragged to an exclusive afterparty without your consent but you were thirsty anyways so you ordered a beer.

During the evening as you mingled, you lost sight of Hyunjin.

“Where’s Hyunjin?” you asked Aiden as he joined you at the bar.

“Beats me.” he shrugged.

You were about to look for him when he walked in, stumbling as some random girl held onto his wrists.

“What the hell?” you muttered, anger overtaking you instantly.

She was all over him, and you noticed he was trying to push her away but was too drunk.

You made your way towards them when suddenly she slapped him across the face and you gasped, boiling with anger.

“Hey, bitch.” you said as you stood next to Hyunjin and her eyes widened when she saw you.

“Y/n! You’re here!” Hyunjin clung onto you immediately, his face dazed.

You ignored him as you lifted your hand up, dealing a strong slap to the girl’s face.

She gasped, holding onto her cheek as she almost tripped over her feet.

“Touch him again and I’ll break your fake nose.”

“Woah!” Hyunjin stumbled as he held onto your arm. “She’s serious, I wouldn’t mess with her.” he said to the girl who quickly scrambled away.

“Baby. You defended me.” he pouted at you, trying to kiss you.

“Oh my god, Hyunjin. You’re shitfaced. Come on, we’re leaving, you need some air.” you led him out, quickly telling Aiden you’ll be by the bus.

“Why did she even slap you?”

“I might’ve called her a whore?” he grimaced. “She tried to kiss me and I said no! I have a girlfriend! I meant you.”

“Yes, I understand Hyunjin.” you shook your head, your face heating up.

“That was so hot how you slapped her.” Hyunjin nuzzled into you as he hugged you from the back while you were trying to unlock the bus door so you could find a water bottle for him.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. My cheek hurts though. Will you kiss it better?” he asked, burying his face into your hair.

“Sure. As soon as you sober up a little.” you said, finally opening the door as the two of you climbed in.

“You know what else hurts?” Hyunjin smirked, leaning on the table and almost falling down.

“What?” you raised your eyebrow, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

“My dick.” he grinned.

“Just shut up and drink some water.” you shoved the water in his hand as he giggled.

You were annoyed, wondering if you were overthinking things and Hyunjin acting all nonchalant made you feel even more angry.

That kind of attitude he always had bugged you, it seemed as if he took everything in stride, as if he wasn’t afraid of losing anything, as if he took nothing seriously, like nothing mattered to him other than himself.

“What’s wrong?” he pouted, trying to hug you.

And you hated how he could read you like a book.

“Nothing. We’ll talk when you’re sober.” you said, folding your arms on your chest.

“Are you mad at me?” he swallowed.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged.

“You don’t know?” he tilted his head as you avoided his eyes.

“I’m mad at myself.”

“Why?”

“Because… Just because.” you shook your head. “I don’t wanna get into it.”

“Is it because of the girl?” he looked at you confusedly.

“No Hyunjin, it’s because of all the girls. The way you act like it means nothing to you so whatever this is between us probably doesn’t matter to you either. You only look to satisfy yourself, not caring about hurting someone else’s feelings. And frankly, I can’t deal with that. I can’t believe I’m saying this to you but I want something real, I don’t want to be used for your pleasure and then thrown away like I was just one of your little groupies.” you couldn’t stop talking, a weight lifting off of your chest.

“Is that all you think of me? That I’m so shallow and conceited?” he asked, seemingly sobered up all of a sudden.

“I’ve never seen proof of the opposite.”

“Fuck then let me prove it to you! Of course I care about your feelings, y/n and I never looked at you as one of those groupies. I don’t need anyone but you and this means everything to me.” he shook his head.

“What?” you were in disbelief, Hyunjin had never sounded so serious before.

“There you are.” Ana came in, followed by the rest of the gang, and you leaned away from Hyunjin.

“I’m gonna go shower.” you used the situation to slip away.

Your thoughts were racing as you stood under the warm water.

Was he telling the truth?

You went through a rollercoaster of emotions, too exhausted to think after the whole day.

You laid in your bunk as everyone settled in to sleep after showering and eating some dinner.

It didn’t take long for Hyunjin to climb up.

“Hey.” he whispered as you sat, expecting him to show up.

“Hey.” you said and he smiled.

“So, are you gonna give me a chance?” he bit on his lip, playing with his lip ring nervously.

You sighed, studying his expression.

He looked sincere, scared even, his eyes becoming big as he pleaded.

“Okay.” you said and he chuckled.

“Yes!” he exclaimed.

“Shh. You’ll wake everyone up. And don’t fucking waste this chance, Hyunjin. Because it’s the only one you’ll get.” you warned him as he crawled closer to you.

“I promise I’ll make the best of it.” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You didn’t even realize how much you missed his kisses, when it has been hours since you last felt his sweet lips on yours.

“Remember what I said earlier?” he smirked, lowering his voice as his hands massaged your thighs.

“Mm?” you mirrored his smirk, pretending to be clueless.

“I’m gonna have my way with you now.” he grabbed you, pulling you to lay under him as you gasped in surprise.

Hyunjin’s fingers trailed up your thigh with feather-like touches up your already dripping pussy.

He ran his fingertips over your clothed folds, drawing a deep breath from you.

“I took off my rings.” he whispered, wiggling his fingers.

“I can see that.” you whispered back as he found your clit, pressing into it and touching you teasingly, slowly.

He kept smirking at you smugly as he hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down with your panties, noticing you wore lacy ones under your pjs.

“Cute panties. Shame they came off too soon.” he giggled as you lightly slapped his arm, your face becoming red in embarrassment.

“I’m keeping them.” he said, putting them aside as you rolled your eyes with a smirk.

Hyunjin leaned over you, his face inches away from you as his lips hovered over yours.

“You have to be a good girl and keep quiet. Can you do that, princess?” he said, his fingers back on your clit as he started massaging it in circles, making you arch your back towards him.

“Y-yeah.” you whispered, your eyes fluttering.

“If you make a sound, I will stop.” Hyunjin gave you that famous shit eating grin.

“No, I’ll be quiet!” you whispered.

“Good. Now shut up, darling.” he said with a smirk, his fingers teasing your folds.

You bit on your lip as he teased you, playing with your clit as he pinched it occasionally, almost making you moan.

He was enjoying how wet you were getting as he concentrated on your sensitive nub, his other hand traveling beneath your shirt to play with your breasts.

“You look so cute like this.” he said and you wanted to slap him for the condescending tone he used, but at the same time your pussy clenched, a gush of arousal dripping out of you.

“You know why?” he added as he observed you, his fingers dipping between your wet folds as he teased you.

You shook your head no.

“Because only I get to see you like this. Only I get to unravel you, sweetheart.” he looked at you lustfully as he slowly pushed his fingers in, making you gasp as your legs trembled for a moment.

Your pussy sucked two of his fingers right in as he chuckled under his breath.

“You take me so well.” he bit on his lip as he slowly moved his fingers, massaging your inner walls.

“Ngh.” you moaned, pushing up into his hand, begging for more, deeper, faster.

“Sweet girl.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your jawline and neck.

You melted, your legs opening up completely for him as he fucked into you a bit faster, curling his fingers to find that spot.

“Look at you.” he pinched your nipple and you swallowed a moan. “So giving.” Hyunjin chuckled darkly as your legs shook.

He sped up, finding that spot and making you moan quietly as you bit on your lip hard.

“Am I making it difficult for you?”

The fucking bastard.

“Answer me.” he said sternly and you whimpered.

“Yes, you are.” you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

“Good.”

The bunk bed filled up with sounds of your wet pussy as you dripped all over his hand, your entire body was trembling, your heart beating fast as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, you’ve never been this aroused in your life.

“T-they’re gonna hear…” you whimpered silently as Hyunjin kept abusing your pussy with his fingers, pistoning them into your heat as you clenched around him, trying to ignore the enormous pressure building up inside you.

“Oh yes, they are. They’ll hear what a filthy slut you are for me. They’ll hear your little pussy sucking my fingers in. You’re so nasty, baby.” he fucked you even harder as you gasped.

“F-fuck! I-I can’t…” you thrashed against the bed, tears gathering in your eyes as you tried to squeeze your legs around his arm involuntarily.

“Come on, let go for me.” he looked smug as he fucked you fast, his eyes full of lust.

You almost cried out, biting on your lower lip hard, drawing blood as the metallic taste filled up your mouth, making your mind float.

“God, you really want to edge yourself.” he smirked.

Tears slid down your cheeks as you trembled violently and you bit down on your arm, finally not being able to hold in anymore as you exploded, squirting all over your thighs and Hyunjin’s hand as he fucked you through your orgasm, his other hand abusing your sensitive clit.

“That’s my good girl. I’m proud of you.” he pulled his fingers out as you gasped, watching him as he licked at his hand.

You were in shock, never having finished this violently that the muscles in your legs were cramping, never has a man managed to make you squirt.

“Y/n?” Hyunjin leaned over you, wiping your tears.

“I-I never squirted before.” you admitted and Hyunjin smiled proudly.

“Really?” he looked excited suddenly and you chuckled.

“Really.” you nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna make you squirt again.” he smirked and you looked down, realizing he was stroking himself.

You had no idea when he took his pants off.

“Mhm.” you wrapped your legs around him.

“Mm. So wet.” he pressed his tip against you, massaging your folds with it.

“Just put it in.” you gripped at him and he smiled, burying his face in your neck.

“A little needy, I see.” he said and you made your point by bringing him closer with your legs so that his tip slipped inside you, making him moan into your skin quietly.

“You’re just as needy for me.” you tangled your hand in his soft hair, inhaling his shampoo, your other hand caressing his back as he pushed his cock inside you slowly, bottoming out as you gasped quietly.

“I am.” he said, kissing your neck as he started rocking his hips into you, his hands gripping your waist.

“I’m not gonna last long. Watching you squirt for me almost made me cum.”

“Mm, it’s okay, Jinnie.” you wrapped your arms around him as he whimpered quietly into your skin.

“Say that again.” he nibbled at your ear, rutting into you desperately.

“What, Jinnie?”

“Yeah.” his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, the pressure you felt before building up quickly again.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and he hissed, biting on your neck, his hand on your hip and the other on your breast as he squeezed it.

“Jinnie. My Jinnie.” you whined quietly and he groaned as the bed started creaking, now it was more than obvious what you were doing.

“Fuck, tell me I’m yours.” Hyunjin moaned, grabbing your wrists and pinning them on either side of your head as his hips snapped into yours, his pubic hair brushing against your clit deliciously, adding more friction to your sensitive parts.

“You’re mine, Hyunjin. All mine.” you moaned and he kissed you sloppily as you clenched around his cock.

“I’m all yours, princess.” he pressed his forehead against yours and you whimpered, exploding around him as you squirted again, your nails drawing blood on his back.

“Shit!” Hyunjin’s entire body trembled as he pushed deeper inside you, his cock twitching as he filled you up with spurts of hot cum.

“Mm.” you moaned.

“Take it all, baby. Milk me dry.” he groaned as your eyes filled up with tears of pleasure and you came once again, squeezing around his length, forcing him to spill every little drop he had inside you.

“Fuck.” Hyunjin collapsed on top of you, both of you wet and sweaty as you wrapped around each other.

“You think they heard?” you asked after some time and Hyunjin lifted up to look at you, caressing your face.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” he smirked.

“Bastard.” you squinted your eyes with a smile as he giggled.

“You can call me anything you want as long as you keep calling me yours.” he said, kissing your lips gently.

“I take it this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you asked, carding your fingers through his damp hair.

“I don’t have to ask, baby. You’re already mine.” he bit on his lip, his eyes filling up with lust again.

He was going to drive you crazy and you loved it.

The next morning as Hyunjin and you walked into the living area of the bus, everyone looked up at you with knowing smirks.

“Oh, Jinnie, ah!” Aiden started moaning so Hyunjin came up to him and smacked the back of his head.

“Shut up, dickhead.” Hyunjin said as your face heated up.

“So, are you guys like together now?” Brendon asked.

“Yes, we are.” you answered, pouring yourself some coffee.

“Finally! Y’all owe me 20 bucks each!” Brendon said as everyone around the table groaned.

“You bet on us getting together?”

“We all bet on when you are going to get together. I was the closest.” he smirked as you shook your head.

Hyunjin ignored them, pulling you to sit in his lap.

“You two are gonna be disgusting all the time now.” Aiden scrunched his face up.

“You’re just jealous.” Hyunjin smirked at his friend, pulling you flush against his back as you sipped on your coffee.

“Yeah, I am.” Aiden sighed. “Oh, now we have two couples here.” he added and everyone looked at Ana and Anthony who were quiet almost the whole time.

“Oh I knew there was something there.” you chuckled.

“Well… seems like we’re still single.” Brendon winked at Aiden, his hand on Aiden’s thigh as he leaned in, making an exaggerated kissy face at him.

“Ew, get away from me!” Aiden pushed him as everyone laughed.

“Gimme a sip.” Hyunjin leaned on your shoulder, pursing his lips as he looked at your coffee cup.

You giggled, turning on his lap a little as you gave him your coffee.

The bus parked in the designated place as Stu joined you.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” he looked at the two of you.

“By the way, I have something for you.” Hyunjin whispered, kissing your shoulder as everyone got back to scrolling on their phones or conversing.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“Come, I’ll show you outside. Bring the coffee.” he nudged you with his leg and you squealed, getting up.

The two of you sat nearby, as Hyunjin pulled out his cigarettes.

“Want one?” he asked.

“We can share.” you shrugged and he smiled, lighting it up.

He puffed out the smoke then took a sip of coffee.

“So, what did you want to show me?”

“You know how I have a favorite guitar pick? My lucky red one, I always play with it?” he started.

“Yes, what about it?” you asked, curiously tilting your head.

He reached into his pocket, smiling as his cheeks became rosy.

“I made it into a necklace for you.”

“Oh.” your heart skipped a beat, you were touched. “When did you do that?”

“Well, after that night I slept over in your bunk bed for the first time.” Hyunjin admitted, looking at his feet.

“Woah. Then?” you were shocked at the revelation.

“Yeah, I knew you’d be mine before the end of the tour.” he smirked.

“Did you now?” you asked, grabbing the cigarette from his hand.

“It was my mission to annoy you so much that you finally cave.” he wiggled his eyebrows and you puffed the smoke out into his face.

“Well, it worked.” you said.

“I’m glad it did.” he motioned for you to turn around so he could put the necklace on you.

“Thank you, this is really sweet.” you said as you played with it.

“No need to thank me. I, ugh, also wanna tell you something.” he added and you nodded.

“Are you aware that you inspired almost all of my songs? So, it’s kinda funny that you’re playing songs that are actually about you.” he said and you choked on the coffee as you started coughing.

“Shit, are you okay?” he quickly tapped your back with his hand.

“Some of the songs are years old…” you said as he cautiously took the cigarette from between your fingers and brought it to his lips.

“Mhm.” he nodded, looking at you as you processed the information.

“You… always liked me?” you frowned and Hyunjin nodded.

“But why did you bug me like that all the time, making me think you hate me?” you asked.

“This is gonna sound like a bunch of bullshit. But you seemed to hate me from the day we met and I was scared of you. I thought if I ever tried to approach you normally you’d spit in my face and tell me to fuck off.”

“You’re right. That does sound like a bunch of bullshit.” you looked at him annoyingly as you pinched his arm hard, making him yelp.

“What was that for?!” he whimpered.

“For being an idiot.” you said and he whined.

“What did I do now?”

“I liked you right away, Hyunjin. But I saw how you treated Macy, and concluded that you were just some pretty heartless bastard who played with girls like they’re toys so I decided to hate you so I’d stop liking you.”

“Who’s Macy?” he looked at you confusedly and you pinched him again.

“Ow!” he yelped, rubbing at his arm.

“The girl you dated back then? The curly blonde who worked in the company?”

“Oh, I forgot her name. We only hooked up like four times. It meant nothing to me- ow!” you pinched his arm again.

“Stop with the abuse!” he whined and you chuckled.

“See, that is exactly what I was talking about.” you scolded him and he pouted.

“I know you just called me a heartless bastard but you also called me pretty so I’m gonna ignore the rest.” he said, making a weird face as he leaned away from you.

“What are you doing?” you gave him the elevator eyes.

“Trying not to get pinched again?” he answered and you let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” you said and he squinted at you.

“Look, I promise!” you lifted your hands up in surrender.

Hyunjin exhaled, chuckling as he moved the coffee cup aside and scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around you.

“I promise I know your name.” he teased.

“Hyunjin!” you smacked his chest, laughing as he chuckled, pulling you into a hug.

“In all seriousness, I plan on being totally devoted to you.” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re my ride or die.”

“I like that.” you smiled, your heart leaping out of your chest as butterflies swarmed in your stomach.

“Me too.” Hyunjin leaned in, kissing you passionately as you almost climbed into his lap.

“Save that for later, we need to practice!” Brendon yelled suddenly and the two of you parted, seeing everyone piled up on the windows, staring at you.

“Nosy bastards.” you chuckled fondly as Hyunjin pecked your lips.

“Come on, we gotta rock the stage tonight.” he got up, reaching his hand towards you.

You knew tonight was going to be completely different.

And it was.

You listened to the lyrics carefully, realizing that Hyunjin had really been singing about you this whole time and you were clueless, thinking he was writing songs about his little groupies or the girls he hooked up with, but there was only one girl who was his muse and it was you.

It was quiet in the bus the next morning, the end of the tour was near so Hyunjin and you decided to take some time to chill in the back of the vehicle.

There was a big bed there, and when your friends saw the two of you leaving to the ‘fuck room’ as the called it, they decided to disperse away, with Aiden yelling ‘Don’t forget to change the sheets!’ as he left.

You were enjoying a peaceful moment, Hyunjin sitting on the bed with his guitar as he picked at it absentmindedly, playing random melodies.

You were looking up tattoo designs, thinking that it was finally time to get one of your own.

Hyunjin’s playing soothed you and you were lulled into a calm state until he started playing a familiar melody, making you jolt.

You turned to look at him and he grinned at you.

Hyunjin was playing your warm up song, the one you wrote when you were little.

“H-how did you-” you started and he chuckled.

“You think I never paid attention to you?” he licked his lip as he continued playing.

“Stalker.” you smiled, your face heating up.

“A romantic stalker.” he snickered and you shook your head at him.

He smiled at you fondly, suddenly singing the lyrics.

You couldn’t believe he knew the song by heart, it almost made your eyes tear up so you turned away from him.

Hyunjin stopped playing and you felt the bed shift before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” he whispered, peppering your cheek and jaw with kisses.

“No, I was touched. That song means a lot to me.” you said as Hyunjin squeezed you tighter.

“I know, baby.” he said, dragging his bottom lip on your skin, his lip ring brushing against you and making you shiver.

“Are you looking up tattoo designs?” Hyunjin peered over your shoulder, leaning his chin on it.

“Yeah, but I can’t find a perfect one.”

“I can sketch one for you.” he said and you looked back at him.

“You’d do that?” you asked and he nodded with a smile.

“Of course! We could even get matching tattoos.” he smirked.

“You do know those are forever?” you bit on your lip and Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, I know.”

You searched his eyes for a moment before turning towards him and crashing your lips into his.

Hyunjin moaned against you as you kissed him desperately, your tongue playing with his lip ring shortly before you pushed it into his mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back as you gripped his hair, pulling his head back harshly.

He groaned, grabbing at your waist and you pressed your middle into his, grinding against him instantly.

“B-baby…” he whimpered against your lips as you felt him grow under you.

“Jinnie.” you smirked, your lips on his jaw and neck as you slid your arms under his shirt, caressing his abs.

Hyunjin let out the most delicious moans as you kissed him and touched him, every little sound made more arousal gather on your panties.

He chased your lips when you looked up at him but you pressed your palms on his chest, pushing him down on the bed as he fell with a thud, his arms on either side of his head.

He smirked at you as you tugged at his clothes.

“Princess, are you needy for me?” he asked, his voice raspy and eyes lustful as you practically ripped his pants off.

“Shut up Hyunjin. I’m gonna use you.” you smirked, taking his shirt off.

“Use me however you want, baby. It’s all yours - ah!” he whined when you slid his boxers down, grabbing his cock and playing with it, teasing his slit with your thumb as you slid down.

“Y/n…” Hyunjin gasped when your breath hit his navel.

You didn’t answer, you were too busy as you licked a stripe on his length, following the vein all the way to the tip where you played with his slit.

“Oh my god!” Hyunjin groaned.

You giggled, your eyes crazed with lust as you spit on his cock, jerking off only his tip and Hyunjin’s legs trembled for a moment.

“Fuck, you’re so nasty baby.” he hissed.

“Am I?” you leaned in closer, teasing his tip with your tongue again.

“Stop teasing me.” Hyunjin already sounded breathless.

“Or what?” you smirked before wrapping your lips around him as you started sucking him off fast instantly, like he was the tastiest lollipop and Hyunjin jolted, moaning loudly.

“Shit!” he exclaimed as you sucked him off like no tomorrow, quickly swallowing his entire length as your nose pressed into his pubic hair, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around him.

Hyunjin gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you gripped his thighs, bracing yourself while you sucked him dry.

“Such a nasty slut. Drooling all over my dick. You like choking on it, hm?” he smirked and you moaned around him, your pussy begging for attention.

Hyunjin whined, his head hitting the pillow as he fucked up into your mouth.

Just as you felt that he was close, you quickly pulled off when he least expected it.

“Why’d you stop?” he almost cried out but stopped himself as you started stripping.

“I’m gonna ride you.” you said and he chuckled.

“Do what you want with me.” he gripped onto your hips as you adjusted above him, grabbing his cock and running the tip on your folds.

You slid down, taking all of him in as both of you moaned at the feeling.

“Mm, so warm and wet baby.” Hyunjin pushed up into you immediately. “I need you, y/n. Please fuck me.”

He looked so desperate after you edged him with your mouth and you enjoyed seeing him like that, falling apart for you, his hair splayed everywhere around his head, his forehead sweaty, his face twisted somewhere between pleasure and pain, lips swollen as he kept biting on them, his hands gripping at you like you were his life line.

You put your hands on his chest as you started fucking on him fast, your thighs slapping against him, making him whimper as the bed shook and Hyunjin gripped at the sheets, fucking up into you to meet your pace.

“Y/n, fuck! Harder, fuck me harder!” he begged and you gathered all your strength, fucking on him as hard as you could and he grunted loudly, holding your hips as he fucked up into you.

“That’s it. Good girl. I’m gonna carve the shape of my cock in your pretty pussy.” he smirked between gasps and you whimpered loudly, exploding all over his cock, lifting up and squirting on his twitching length.

Hyunjin let out an animalistic groan when he saw that, grabbing your arms and swiftly turning you around, pressing your knees to your shoulders as you gasped, dizzy from your orgasm and the sudden movement.

He didn’t give you any time to recover as he pushed his dick deep inside you, your pussy taking him immediately.

“Ah!” you moaned loudly.

Hyunjin looked crazed as he fucked you hard immediately, his hands grabbing at your breasts.

“You’re gonna be mine forever, princess. I’ll fill you up good and make sure of that.”

“H-Hyunjin.” you gasped, throwing your head back as you dug your nails into his biceps.

“Mm, y/n.” he whined as his hips stuttered and you came around him again, your pussy gripping his cock.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand as he came hard, filling you up with what seemed like endless ropes of hot cum.

“I love you.” he breathed out and your eyes widened, your core clenching around his softening cock.

His eyes widened when he realized what he said, both of you frozen for a moment.

Hyunjin looked panicked immediately but you grabbed his face, making him look at you.

“I love you.” you smiled and he visibly melted.

You heard voices outside, both of you gasping as you jerked away from each other, quickly picking your clothes up.

“Are y’all done fucking?” Brendon yelled from the front as you got dressed clumsily while Hyunjin tried to gather the dirty sheets.

Embarrassment washed over you when you felt his cum seep out of you, dripping on your panties.

“No we’re not!” Hyunjin yelled and you chuckled.

“I don’t want them to come in here yet.” he pulled you into his chest.

“Why?” you looked up at him.

“I- I meant what I said, y/n. I love you.” he said.

“I love you too, Jinnie. I also hate you just a little, sometimes.” you joked and he giggled.

“That’s okay, as long as you turn that hate into passion.” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Of course.” you promised and he leaned in to kiss you gently.

Six months later…

jinnie<3: babe i have a surprise for you

you: should i be worried?

jinnie<3: maybe… no?

you: just come home

You shook your head with a giggle, today was exactly six months since Hyunjin and you started dating.

You didn’t waste much time, moving in together only a few weeks after the tour ended.

Hyunjin was more clingy than you anticipated but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

You waited for him to come home, hugging teddy as you sat on the sofa, both of you wrapped in a blanket.

Dinner was already finished and Hyunjin’s gift was ready, the lacy black and red set right under the inconspicuous pjs you had on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he snickered as he came in, slamming the door behind him before he all but ran to you.

“Careful.” you laughed as he tripped over the carpet.

He gave you a pointed look but his arms wrapped around you and teddy as he hugged you tightly.

“Missed you.” he nuzzled into your hair and you giggled.

“We missed you too.” you said and he leaned back.

“Do you think teddy missed me more than you did?” he teased.

“Oh definitely.” you smirked and he pouted so you pulled him into another hug, and he yelped.

“Ow. Be careful.” he jolted and you squinted your eyes at him.

“What did you do, Hyunjin?”

“Remember when I asked if a belly button piercing would suit me?” he grimaced.

“Did you get a belly button piercing?!” you gasped and Hyunjin chuckled before he took his shirt off.

Sure enough, there was a fresh piercing above his belly button.

“Oh wow. It’s perfect.” you bit on your lip and he exhaled.

“I’m glad you like it.” he said, looking relieved.

“Is that my gift?” you chuckled.

“Kind of, but also this.” he pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through the pages.

“It’s the tattoo you wanted, I finished designing it.” he showed you the sketch and you gasped.

“Hyunjin! This is beautiful!”

“It’ll look even more beautiful on you.” he leaned in to kiss you.

“I wanna do it as soon as I can.” you said and he chuckled.

“Maybe we could add our matching tattoo then.” Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed.

“Oh? You have an idea for that?”

“Yeah but stop me if it’s too cheesy or if you don’t like it.” he said, looking nervous all of a sudden as he flipped through his sketchbook again.

“Just show me.” you smiled and he gave you the sketchbook.

“See it’s part of a rose for you and part for me, my vision was to have it tattooed on the side of our thumbs so when we hold hands, it becomes one flower. What do you think?”

You stared at him for a moment as your heart fluttered.

“Hyunjin, that’s so sweet. I love that idea.” you caressed his cheek as he smiled.

“I’m glad you do.”

Both of you leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss.

“Where’s my gift?” he smirked and you snickered, lowering your shirt a little, just so you could tease him with a glimpse of the lacy bra.

“Oh. You wore the set.” he licked his lips. “Mm, the best gift ever.” his eyes became foggy in a second as he leaned in with pursed lips.

“Nuh-uh!” you put your finger on his lips. “No dessert before dinner.” you smirked and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Fine, I’ll eat you up later. There’ll be nothing left of you just so you know, darling.” Hyunjin said, burying his face in your neck and inhaling the sweet perfume you put on for him, the one that drives him absolutely insane.

“Also, please put on a shirt before I explode.” you added as he leaned back and he laughed, his body shaking with it.

“Sorry.” he winked, getting dressed.

Hyunjin chased you to the kitchen as you grabbed teddy and started running from him, squealing as you rounded the table.

He tricked you, going left then right and you fell for it, your body ending up in his comforting embrace.

“I think teddy is hungry.” Hyunjin said, making you giggle.

“Mhm, and what about Jinnie?” you smirked and he chuckled.

“Jinnie is starving.” he whined dramatically.

As the apartment filled up with warm laughter, the first snowflakes started falling outside, signifying a new beginning, a sense of calmness and peace washing over you, the warmth and comfort you felt at that moment enveloping the two of you completely.

The happiness was almost tangible as it traveled through the air.

If someone would’ve told you you’d end up living with your sworn enemy, Hwang Hyunjin, you’d call them crazy while laughing in their face.

But here you were, every moment with him by your side was precious even when he drove you crazy at times.

After dinner, you skipped out to your balcony to light up a cigarette and enjoy the view of the city as all the roofs slowly became blanketed by snow. Hyunjin joined you, draping his leather jacket over your shoulders when you shivered, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“I’m starting to think you keep forgetting your jacket on purpose.” he squinted his eyes at you and you giggled.

“Maybe I am.” you looked back at him as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

“Well, you can always wear mine.” he whispered, turning you around so he could give you a gentle kiss.

Who knew that your band falling apart would bring you together with the love of your life?

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temiizpalace · 9 months ago

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☆┊I SWEAR I ONLY FELL FOR YOU ON ACCIDENT..

SUMMARY: he never meant to develop feelings for you, and seven are these overwhelming feelings doing things to him.

CHARACTERS: leona, jade, jamil

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: cursing, CRINGE, spoilers for book 3!!!

ROMANTIC, PINING

NOTES: (kind of) based off this song + flustering boys who pretend to not be flustered ever + lyrics in fic not in order

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

🦁┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

“one time you crossed my mind and i promised id be careful”

he would have never expect his feelings to be like this after your first encounter.

the hostility he held towards you, he should’ve warded you away. yet you kept coming back. talking to him all buddy buddy.. it was admirable from the eyes of others. if he would’ve known better he would think you saw him as a large house cat (you do). well guess what, he ain’t.

at the start, he thought of you as nothing but a huge nuisance and thorn in his side in this already bothersome school. but after seeing your courageous news during azul’s overblot, he’s got a newfound respect for ya.

everything was fine from then. you’d bother him occasionally, and he’d allow you to bask in his presence. what? did you expect something else? well you’re wrong. but these moments have kickstarted some brand new fantasies for our beloved prince to indulge in.

it started off normally, he’s napping peacefully as you read a book next to him, giving him an occasional glance or two before focusing on the piece of literature in your hands. as we know, dreams can range in a wide variety of things. some can be absolutely blissful, some are really random, and others are just straight up nightmares!!

now, leona had no idea where to classify this one.

he walks into his room after finishing some duties concerning the kingdoms wellbeing.. being king is no easy task. “back already? that was quick.” your voice rang in his ears as he tossed the choking royal garbs to the side, making way to curl up in your lap. “can’t stand these people..” he murmured into your stomach, making you smile. you play with his hair, making an occasional braid or two before pausing. “hmph, why’d ya stop?” you lift his chin, looking him in the eyes. “i’m helping you de-stress.” suddenly, he feels pulled closer to your face, your lips barely ghosting each other til finally—

leona sits up quickly in a sweat, startling you as he emerged from the ground. what the fuuuucckkkk was that????? “ah, leona? are you okay?” you ask, concerned as to how quick he was to wake up. usually it’d take 10 minutes to get him out of a daze! “fine.” he grunts, getting up and walking towards the mirror hall.

“uhh, where ya going?” no response. he seemed grumpy, but you had no idea why. did you do something? nahhh, probably just typical leona. ..right?

you’ve noticed he’s been avoiding you a lot more lately. he will not respond when you say hi to him in the halls, will just up and leave if you see him in the botanical gardens, and will walk in the opposite direction of you just so you don’t have to cross paths.

now you’re concerned. was he mad at you? to put it simply, yes and no. yes because why are you occurring in his dreams???? are you crazy???? smh. get out. he’s the one dreaming but ok

yet no because, he’s no fool. he knows when he’s in love and unfortunately for him, this is love. you don’t understand how much he’s tossing and turning in his room because literally every gap in his head is filled up with thoughts of you, how much this aggravates him because he can’t get adequate amounts of sleep anymore. your fault!!!

he wanted to avoid you like the plague for at least a month to let these feelings wash over, but to no avail. someone just kill him and bury the body he’s hopeless. he cannot wait to be found six feet underground because feeling like this for a magicless human was the last thing he wanted.

that’s it, he’s never gonna tell ya. ever. just him and his thoughts. yep. mhm. yeah.. you’d look really nice in formal attire—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

he wants to scream but the best he can do is make a cringing face. how the hell do you make him so sappy??? this love stuff stinks… how could you do this to him?

🐬┊JADE LEECH

“one spark, you jump my heart and i feel it beating faster. yeah, it’s too late, im not ashamed.”

ah, love. something jade believed he’d never experience.

from the moment his eyes met yours, he’s always felt a twisting feeling in his chest. how peculiar.. to be fair, from afar you were quite bland to him. just another pawn and source of intel.

but then word began to get out you stopped two overblots, catching his interest. really? a magicless human? now he’s just dying to meet you.. and thank the seven he did. you had him the moment you spoke, your voice causing his heartbeat to speed up rapidly.

after azul’s overblot, though? jade is nothing but head over heels for you. without shame. he’s practically glued to your side, walking you to and from classes almost every day without fail, somehow always being your waiter whenever you ate at the mostro lounge, always having a hand on your back or shoulder.. huh.

it’s clear to anyone with half a brain that the leech twin definitely saw you more than merchandise, making them even more afraid to speak with you! whenever you were jade was like 2 feet behind.

only recently have you started to notice this. so, you’ll do what any normal person would do. ask him about it!

“hey, jade.” the eel-mer looks at you, an eyebrow raised with a polite smile. “is something the matter, prefect?” he asks, his demeanor the same as ever. “just wondering, but why’re you always around me? im not annoyed or anything! just.. just curious.” you stated quite bluntly, catching the boy off guard.

you could’ve sworn you saw him freeze with eyes wide, but the ability he has to rebuild his facade was impeccable. he pretends to think about it holding his chin before chuckling. “i suppose.. i just enjoy your company.” he smiles as you suddenly feel like an arrow was shot riiigghhttt through your heart.

“haha, really?” you laugh nervously, feeling the heat in your face flush to your cheeks as he stared you down with glee. before jade was able to respond, he was cut off by the sudden sincerity in your voice. “i enjoy your company too, jade.” you smile back at him, a sudden awkward silence falling before you.

“a-anyway, this is my class! gotta go! bye!” running inside the classroom, you try to hide the very obvious warmth in your face with your hands. THAT WAS SO CRINGE. IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED IM FUCKED. AAAGAGAGBABABAHAHAHAHAHA

this moment is going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you just know it. while you were dealing with the repercussions of the exchange, jade was in absolute heaven right now. his heartbeat was at an all time high, feeling nothing but sheer joy. falling for you was never his intention, but thank the seven he did.

the day passes by swiftly, nothing too out of the ordinary. as jade walks back to his dorm room, he flops onto his mattress face first into the pillows. an annoyed floyd looks at him with a disgusted expression, wishing this didn’t happen almost every day.

“yer so sappy, yknow that jade?” he grumbles, tossing a pillow at him with force. jade didnt care. it was worth it. all of it was worth it. falling in love with you was the best accident he’s ever made.

🐍┊JAMIL VIPER

“i’ll never see it coming but i know we’ll crash, cause when we’re with each other, yeah, we move too fast.”

kill him kill him kill him kill him kill him kill hi

those were the thoughts racing through jamil’s mind as you somehow convinced him to ride the magic carpet with you. what was he thinking??? he knows something is going to go terribly wrong whenever he’s with you.

not because of you (he hopes), but because of him! he’s a man who’s very meticulous about his work, making sure it’s done to absolute perfection. now, add you into the mix. it throws him horribly off.

when jamil first met you, he didn’t think much of it. you were a magicless human from another world. impressive that may be, that’s all you are. no major threat to kalim, so he’ll leave you be. then came the overblots.. you seemed more valuable than he originally thought.

then came his overblot. in all honesty, he hated you after that. or he thought he did. he always felt this burning sensation in his chest and this inexplainable image of you in his head nagging at him at any free chance he got! then came the scenarios.. domestic moments like brushing his hair, waking up next to each other, cooking meals for each other..

then he realized he fell into the deep end and fell in love with you. shit.

you treated him with such kindness! how didn’t he fall in love with you?? everything’s making his head hurt. the world must be upside down.

hearing kalim sing constant praise was nothing out of the ordinary, something he’s already grown used to and learned to despise. you on the other hand, your compliments send him to different universes. he swear fireworks get lit whenever you open your mouth and just explode all around him.

jamil’s behavior around you was a fairly noticeable difference to those close with him. he stuttered over his words, was a bit more expressive, and had a specific tone in his voice that seemed to be reserved for you. however, the most notable difference that almost anyone can see was the fact that THE jamil viper made a lot more accidents.

he seemed to embarrass himself every time he’s with you, but thank god you just shrug it off like nothing. screwing up was not something jamil EVER did before.. why must you ruin him like this? and these moments seem to just speed by, making it all seem like one huge fever dream that he just happens to remember. he hates it!

now, back to the present moment. he watches you sit onto the magic carpet, feeling the cold breeze in your hair due to the fact scarabia is much chillier during the night. he stares at you from the balcony, seeing as you turned back to smile at him. “you coming” you ask, watching him hesitate. “m-maybe i shouldn’t.. i must tend to kalim and—“

“do you trust me?” you ask, holding your hand out to him. he looks at you, taken aback by your sudden question. “what?” “do you trust me?” you repeat, a stern tone in your voice as you looked down at him with a certain gleam in your eyes that he just cannot resist. “..yes?”

jamil grabs your hand, pulling himself onto the carpet. the warmth from his palms spread throughout your entire body, suddenly regulating the your internal temperature. as you both kneeled on the carpet, your eyes met, staring into each other intensely. his hand subconsciously squeezes yours, holding to them for dear life, not wanting to let go.

while this was insanely romantic to you both, from outside perspective, it just looks like this 🧍‍♂️🧍

“ah, jamil, you’re squeezing my hand.” you laugh nervously, watching as the heat rises to his cheeks. “s-sorry. now then, shall we?” he clears his throat, sitting down properly before looking at you with a small smile. you can’t help but reciprocate, flashing him a grin before taking his hand again. “of course.”

before the carpet can take off into the clouds, cheering can be heard from inside scarabia halls.

it seemed kalim had a little.. arrangement for the both of you. jamil pulls his hood over his face in embarrassment as the carpet flies towards the glittering sky of stars, something both you and jamil can enjoy together.

A/N: jamil bias is EVIDENT (I kinda sorta didn’t go with the song that much and got carried away oopsies)

date published: 7/28/24

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coolemmasulivan2 · 14 days ago

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Nightmares

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: You sneak out of the bed to avoid waking Mason with your nightmares, but he wakes up anyway, because he can't sleep without you.

Word count: 1025

Home A place where I can go To take this off my shoulders Someone take me home

Work had been overwhelming lately, the kind of stress that clings to you even in sleep. For days now, your nights had been filled with nightmares, each one jarring you awake, and waking Mason with you. And every time, you felt even more guilty.

"You don't need to sleep in another room." He had whispered the night before, brushing your hair back gently after you startled awake again. "I'm fine. I don't mind. It's easier for you if I'm next to you."

He meant it. You knew he did. But you also knew it wasn't true, not completely. The tiredness was written all over his face. Mason, who usually sprang out of bed for training without a hint of complaint, had started lingering under the covers until the last possible minute.

After he left that morning, and before you headed off to work, you quietly made up the bed in one of the guest rooms.

Tonight, once he was asleep, you would sneak out. You hated the idea of being apart from him, but the coach was trusting him more and more, and the least you could do was let him rest.

You were cuddled up against Mason on the sofa, the familiar weight of his arm around you. Your new favorite show was playing softly in the background and Ace was snoring quietly from his bed on the floor.

These were the moments that let your body truly relax after another long and draining day at work. You let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes for a second.

"You should quit." Mason said, fingers tracing slow and soothing patterns along your arm. "You know that, right?"

"I know. I know!" You replied, opening your eyes with a small groan. "I just… I don't want to leave the team buried in more work."

He shook his head gently. "Babe, you've got to think about you for once. That job is messing with you. You're not quitting because you want to, you're quitting because your health is more important."

You hesitated, eyes flicking back to the TV. He was right. You were exhausted, inside and out.

"I'll give them my resignation letter at the end of the week." You said quietly.

Mason gently grabbed your jaw so you had to look at him. His gaze was steady, warm.

"Promise me."

You nodded. "I promise."

He smiled and kissed your forehead. He pulled you even closer into his arms and you finally let yourself melt into him.

When it was time to go to bed, you made sure to stay awake until Mason had drifted off. It wasn't hard, he had nearly fallen asleep on the sofa before you both made it to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, when his breathing had settled, you gently slipped out from under the covers. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and took one last glance at your boyfriend, before you silently left the room.

You chose the guest room furthest from your own, just in case you made any noise in the night. The room was colder than you expected, but you climbed into bed quickly, pulling the covers tightly around you. With a quiet and tired sigh, you closed your eyes.

Mason stirred, reaching out for you, but his hand was only met with cold sheets.

Frowning, he sat up, glancing around the dark room. The ensuite bathroom light was off. He grabbed his phone: 3 am.

"Y/n?" He called softly, but there was no answer.

Throwing off the covers, he got up to look for you. Ace was curled up alone in the living room and the kitchen was also empty. His brows furrowed.

When he found you, you were tangled in the sheets, tossing and turning, having another nightmare.

He turned on the light and rushed to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently shaking your shoulder.

"Y/N." He said. You mumbled something under your breath. "Babe, wake up." You jolted awake, your heart racing. Sweat clung to your skin and for a moment, you didn't even recognize where you were. Then your eyes locked on Mason's. "You're fine. Everything's fine."

"I'm sorry." You whispered.

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked, gently cupping your cheek with his hand.

"I woke you up again. You need your rest." You said. "You shouldn't have to keep waking up because of me and my nightmares."

His expression softened. "Wait… is that why you're here? You didn't want to wake me up?" You nodded. Mason let out a quiet sigh and shook his head. "I didn't wake up because of your nightmare, love. I woke up because you weren't in our bed." He reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours gently but firmly. "I can't sleep without you."

You looked at him, eyes glassy with emotion. "Mason…"

"I mean it!" He said, voice low. "It doesn't matter if I wake up a few times, or if you need me in the middle of the night. I just… I want you next to me."

"But I hate that I'm messing with your sleep."

He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. "You're not messing anything up. You're going through something, and I want to be there for you. That's what love is, right? Not just the easy stuff."

You hesitated for a moment, then took a shaky breath. "I'm going to hand in my resignation letter tomorrow."

Mason's eyes softened even more, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "I can't keep putting myself last. I'm tired, Mase."

He grabbed your hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you." You whispered.

He stood up and offered his hand to you. "Come back to bed?"

You took his hand and let him pull you up, wrapping yourself in his warmth as he guided you back down the hallway.

Once you were both tucked under the covers again, Mason pulled you close, your head resting on his chest.

"I love you." He murmured into your hair.

You smiled into the dark. "I love you more."

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount fanfic

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crystallizedtwilight · 1 year ago

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Lock is super cute n all but Barrel is all that AND a bag of beans (a.k.a. he's really nice)... kind of feels like barrel deserves better sometimes ....(this isn't said in bad faith to you, the artist, btw! I'm only shaking the angst jar a bit)

Lock thinks so too.

Of course Barrel has better options. Belladonna or, hell, just about anyone.

Lock thinks that maybe Barrel would find it easier to wake up next to someone who doesn’t accidentally scratch him with their claws during a nightmare, maybe someone of his own species, or someone who is generally more…pleasant and effortless.

A partner who was soft and nice instead of sharp and difficult.

So Lock puts the distance between them before someone else does. He hates it, surrendering the best thing that ever happened to him, but after wasting so much of his time, doesn't he at least owe Barrel this? The chance to be happier with someone better?

He turns distant, cold, avoidant. Enough for Barrel to ask, "Hey, what's wrong?" And Lock realizes that, truly, he must be the most selfish creature in the world for not just saying I'm fine.

Lock wanders so dangerously close to speaking his heart that he panics, turning to run like he always did when he came close to acknowledging why. But Barrel catches him around the waist, voice soft and desperate, as he says more to himself than to Lock,

"I've let you run too many times."

Lock flails and sobs and sinks his teeth into the forearm that binds him across the chest.

"You can bite me if you want, but you’re going to listen to what I have to say," Barrel tells him low and steady, "I would rather wake up next to you with scratches than unscathed next to anyone else.”

"Why?" Lock sobs, asking the question furiously, frustrated. It just didn't make sense. He wasn't worth it and he wished Barrel would just tell him what he already knew.

But when Barrel speaks his voice is so desperate, so fiercely certain, that Lock is inclined to listen.

“Because there’s no one like you, Lock. You’re fun...and spirited...and always up for a laugh. You’re open to anything which makes every day with you an adventure. You’re one of two people in this world who’s been through hell and back with me and yet you still approach life with so much enthusiasm.

I know you kept me safe from the worst of Oogie, and you kept this trio together like it was your mission. Every good thing I have is because of you. You’re bright and exciting and when I’m with you I feel like I’m home. Every day I wake up feeling so lucky you even let me hold you.

And I…I didn’t say it for so long because I know you didn’t want to hear it, but fuck that…I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you, Lock.”

Lock sobs into Barrel's forearm and Barrel presses his forehead to the back of Lock's neck, letting him. The grip becomes an embrace, and Lock is weak in his arms. He lets his weight drop and Barrel lowers them to the ground. When Barrel speaks again, the tears have caught up with him as well.

"So don't you dare tell me you're not good enough."

#lb

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diremoone · 1 year ago

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the door with the floral wreath | r. sukuna

when sukuna gets a new neighbor on the third floor of his apartment complex, he’s pleasantly surprised to see who it is behind the door with the floral wreath. her two cats on the other hand, are a massive fucking problem.

w — honestly nothing? save for fluff and some cussing, slowburn-ish, implied boxer & sorta rich! Sukuna, implied polyglot(ish)! reader, cat! Satoru and cat! Suguru and both cats being in love, cozy themed again (I can’t help it), the formatting of this “fic” was how it was in my brain so I’m sorry if it’s a lil strange haha, this apparently became longer than I originally anticipated lmao, reader is mentioned to be partially Japanese but no physical appearances are ultimately described, mild angst at the end

a/n: not apart of the ‘make me (yours)’ universe but it’s definitely inspired by it

🌸 When Sukuna wakes up on a Saturday morning and opens his front door to leave for his morning run, the last thing he expects to see is a floral wreath on the door opposite of his. That can only mean one thing: someone has moved in. But if someone has, then why hasn’t he seen or heard the furniture being moved in? These aren’t exactly the cheapest apartments, so did they just not have anything?

It was weird, to say the least.

🌸 However, three months pass before he gets to see who the person who’s behind the door across from his.

🌸 Sukuna gets back from his jog a little early, the light sprinkles of rain turning into a downpour. That’s when he sees you leaving your apartment, locking the door to leave. Unfortunately, you’re not paying too much attention to your surroundings, and you two nearly collide into one another at the top of the stairs.

You narrowly turn in time to place yourself flat against the wall to avoid the behemoth of a man that was your neighbor from running over you and sending you both down the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” came your instant apology.

“It’s fine,” follows his gruff reply.

But he knows he certainly wouldn’t mind running into you again. Just not where you two can fall down the stairs and potentially break your necks.

On a random day not too long after your initial run-in (and near subsequent dangerous tumble down some stairs), you two run into one another to get the mail at the front office.

You pop up behind him right after he opens his mailbox, staring up at him and his very impressive height and build and apparently scare him, because when you speak next, his shoulders jump. “Gosh, you’re tall. You must’ve played basketball or something in high school, yeah?”

He would’ve either been silent or retort something in an asshole tone like he was used to. He just didn’t like people.

He would’ve, if it wasn’t his cute neighbor.

“Volleyball,” he replies quietly. “Quit after graduation.”

You frown. “That sucks. You must’ve been good at it.”

“It was a pastime.”

“Sounds fun though,” you chirp, putting your own key into your mailbox. “I tried to get into sports, but uh, lack of things made it hard to do so. Did track for awhile, until my ribs couldn’t keep up.”

Sukuna lets out a snort but says nothing further. He goes to leave, but not before hearing, “G’bye, neighbor!”

Ah, shit. He hadn’t told you his name, had he?

Hopefully, there would be a next time.

🌸 Sukuna doesn’t see you again for another month or two after that, fate still having you two separated like an awful slowburn romance.

🌸 What he doesn’t like in particular is the fact you don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours. He doesn’t like that; doesn’t like that he’s missed his chance to know you a little better. By his logic, he should know your name, have your phone number, and have at least had you on a date and in his bed at least once already.

🌸 Come early December, he hears your door begin to open and close a lot. It becomes annoying, very very annoying, very very quickly.

That goes on almost until Christmas time.

Until one day he manages to catch the little reasons why your door has been slamming shut so much.

Twerp Number One wriggles in his hold as he holds them both up to eye level. She grunts and huffs at him. “Put me down!”

To which he scoffs at. “And why should I do that?”

Just as Twerp Number Two decides to speak, your door opens. This time it’s you.

“You can let them down,” you say, clearly amused. “They’ve come for cookies.”

Sukuna grunts. “So that’s why they’re always slamming the door.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried to get them to stop. They are six, though.” As genuine as your apology is, Sukuna can see the little twinkle of mischievousness appear at the end of your sentence in defense of the two twerps.

“Mr. Sukuna is a big grump anyway!” the oddly-orange-haired girl says. “At least that’s what my mama says.”

“Nobara, you shouldn’t be calling people names,” you scold the girl. “Put them down so they can get some cookies and head back, please. I’m sure Nobara’s mom is wondering about them. Nobara, the white box is for you to take home.”

Sukuna begrudgingly obliges. Nobara and her friend barge inside your home. The door stays open thanks to a cold breeze, allowing for the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls to drift outside and into his nose. And damn does it smell nice.

“So, I finally know your name,” you muse.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” he says, half-correcting you, “but everyone just calls me by my first name.”

“I can see why,” you reply in a joking tone and smile. “But yeah… It fits you. I’m [Name], and pretty much the same: everyone calls me by my first name. Since my last name isn’t exactly normal, you know… Since I’m not inherently from Japan.”

Sukuna’s brows raise. “You’ve lived here before?” he asks.

“My mom is [part/full] Japanese,” you admit. And then to his surprise, you ramble on further, “I’ve popped around, uh, a few countries over the last several years of my life, Japan included. I’ve just… never stayed in one place to technically be from somewhere. I was born in the States, but… I don’t, uh, really feel like I actually am from there… Does that make any sense?”

“It does.” But he doesn’t go into his backstory in return. And thankfully, you don’t seem to mind, just about as much as you minded sharing such a part of your life to someone who’s technically nothing more than a stranger to you, not in the slightest.

Nobara pops back out with her friend, who’s just a touch older than her.

“Thank you for the cookies and cimmanom rolls, Miss [Name]!” Nobara says.

You don’t bother to correct her cute mistake. “You’re very welcome, Nobara. Now head home. Goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight!”

You watch the girls descend, and when they’re out of sight, you listen carefully for the telltale of their first floor door closing. And when it thuds shut loud enough to wake everyone in the apartments in the block, you turn your attention back to the gigantic man that was your next door neighbor… Who’s attention was on your door, more than likely concentrating on the smell in your kitchen.

Your lips curl up and you prevent a giggle. “You want some?”

Your voice snaps him from his stupor. “What? Want what?”

“Some cookies and cimmanom rolls?” you question, cutely reiterating Nobara’s mistake.

“Uh…”

He takes too long to answer, so you decide for him. “I’ll get you some anyway.”

You go back inside, leaving him out in the cold. But you don’t take very long and come back out not even two minutes later with another white box and place it into his hands.

“Well,” you say, teeth chattering from the cold. “It’s nice finally knowing your name, neighbor. Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon… Goodnight.”

He barely gets out a “goodnight” before you close the door. Sukuna tosses his head back and settles for a heavy exhale rather than the audible sigh he knows you would’ve heard through your door.

Another fuck up. But at least he got some food out of it this time.

🌸 You both end up meeting each other a lot more often by “coincidence” after that, like fate has finally determined you’re allowed to see one another or something. (To him that just sounds stupid, until it comes out of your mouth.)

For Christmas, you end up gifting him a tin of popcorn and another box of sweets by leaving them at a front door with a cute handwritten note.

🌸 Gradually, the two of you begin to interact more, and naturally gravitate toward each other’s energy and finally getting to know one another; he’s over at your apartment most of the time, it’s cleaner and smells at lot more nice than his (in his opinion). It’s not that he’s dirty, he’s quite clean actually. It’s just that he prefers your apartment to his.

🌸 You find out that Sukuna is about ten years older than you, and was almost a volleyball player that almost went pro, had it not been for his father’s death. He lost all motivation for the sport, and eventually settled for doing numbers for his father’s company, taking up boxing as a side hobby. To which he was more than good at.

A year ago, he moved into these apartments, getting away from the corporate world had had dived into, opting to do things from home rather than in-person. His prior neighbors never stayed around for too long, not with the amount of noise coming from his apartment in the middle of the night. You’re honestly surprised the person below him hasn’t moved out yet either.

🌸 For Sukuna, he finds out that you almost didn’t get to graduate high school because of how much you’d been moving around. You’d gotten depression from leaving so many friends behind so often that you just made graduation by the skin of your teeth.

Now, you’re online for college, majoring in linguistics, all while working as a translator for a special needs school of Japanese children that are deaf. Through that, he finds out you speak several different languages as well.

God, your personality is just as sweet as the goodies you bake, huh?

🌸 There is one problem, however, when he comes over: your goddamn cats.

🌸 The white Maine Coon is for sure out to get him and make his life miserable, with his attempts at wooing you almost a failed attempt every single time. His name is Satoru, and he’s by far the most obnoxious cat he’s ever fucking met.

Why on Earth you’d give a cat a human name is beyond him. But the again, the fucking cat acts so human it’s disturbing — it almost kind of makes sense.

🌸 Satoru’s claws almost end up in his ass every time he walks through the front door. He can’t even stand openly, but has to stay against a wall or sit on the couch so the cat doesn’t get his claws into his backside. And he can tell that that damn cat has a smug-ass smirk on his face every time. How a cat can smirk, he’s unsure; but he just knows that the look on his face is the one of a smug little shithead that knows he’s gotten away with being a menace. Thankfully, you’re aware of his tendencies and can tell when he’s being more of an asshole than other times and get onto him.

🌸 The black Maine Coon, Suguru, isn’t as terrible, but he opts to creepily stare down at Sukuna from his cat tower rather than be proactive in his distaste. He studies him every second every time he comes over, paying attention to every single detail and movement Sukuna makes with you.

He’ll do things more subtly than his white counterpart, like “accidentally” wave his long, black fluffy tail into his cup of water you gave him. He’s just as much of a menace, although you don’t get onto him as often like the white one, because while you know Satoru is more of an extroverted menace, you just seemingly can’t see that Suguru is just as awful. (Mostly because you don’t actually see it.)

🌸 This goes on for months and months, Satoru scratching the behind of his pants as hard as he can to make it rip and getting white fur all over his clothes, and Suguru glaring down at him from his tower and putting his paws in Sukuna’s food. Although it becomes a little less as often because they’re seemingly growing used to him, as if they’re seeing that he actually makes you happy and finally get the sense that he isn’t just going to break your heart and throw you away.

🌸 And the growing approval of your cats seems to mean a lot to you.

“I picked them up off the streets,” you tell him after he asks about where you got the inseparable pair. “I found them as kittens in a cardboard box three years ago on the streets, drenched and matted in dirt and nasty water.”

You remember the day very clearly. It had just stopped raining, and just as you were about to head home, stopping at the vending machines before heading to your car, you heard animal-like cries of something small and weak. And sure enough, on the other side of the food machine, stuffed away in a tacky, ruined cardboard box, were two, rain-drenched kittens huddled together to keep warm.

That was the day you got two new cats, two new responsibilities. And although times got hard a few times, you’ve never regretted adopting them.

Sukuna gazes up at the two cats on the tower, sitting next to each other in the bed at the top. Their tails are intertwined, heads rubbing at each other’s necks lovingly. He would have never guessed that’s where you found them. From the looks of it, they he would’ve guessed they’d came from a pet store.

“So you’ve raised them since they were kittens,” Sukuna says. “They trust you with their lives. And looks like they love you unconditionally, too.”

“I’d like to think so,” you muse, sipping on your coffee. “Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it with how ornery they are.”

Sukuna keeps his eyes trained on the two cats in love. He’s slightly jealous, and no he’ll never admit it. He just hopes he can have that one day with you.

He just has to stop Satoru from ripping him a new one every time he comes through the door.

🌸 Your cats eventually grow fond of having him over, fond enough that they’re not being the usual mischievous selves when Sukuna puts his arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer to him when you invite him over for movie nights, not trying to bite his fingers off (Satoru) or sit between you both (Suguru).

🌸 After a year passes and you and Sukuna know each other, he finally gets to take you on a proper date after manning up. Although it’s not a restaurant date, since he knows you hate being looked at while eating. It’s a picnic by the ocean, with the weather nothing short of perfect.

🌸 Your attempts to leave your cats at home for said date, however, are fruitless, the pair determined to come with you and your now-boyfriend who declares himself as such after dessert just to piss off the pair of felines. Sukuna plants a big fat smooch on your lips, turning you into a giggly mess.

🌸 They in return, somehow find a stray kitten and plop it in his lap in return. The kitten isn’t as bad off as when you found Satoru and Suguru, but he’s just as scared. He immediately imprints on your oversized boyfriend, who secretly takes an instant liking to the orange-red (honestly a little pink, too) baby cat and becomes a cat dad.

Date not necessarily ruined. But definitely not what he had planned.

🌸 After a week of having, he fondly named the cat a human name — Yuuji, and the fur baby took just as much liking to it as his owner did him. You do have to teach him the ropes and warn your boyfriend that he’d better be ready to have some of his stuff deep-cleaned if Yuuji doesn’t get to the litter box in time.

Satoru and Suguru take to the kitten like two doting parents. And as much as they still kinda dislike your boyfriend taking you from them, they still help train him to use the litter box. (Long story short, they felt bad after seeing you cry after they’d tore up [and peed] all over your third couch and quit being as ornery as they used to be.)

A few months had passed since Sukuna got Yuuji plopped into his lap, since you two had become a couple. It was always amusing seeing your big boyfriend playing with such a small cat. Honestly, the cat looked like he was part tiger.

You feel overwhelmed with contentment. You have a good job, a wonderful boyfriend (who’s apparently secretly rich) who loves to give you kisses, and two cats who love you. You have enough now, so why was the universe trying to take that from you?

You don’t know how your ex got your number, but what you do know is that you have to tell Sukuna. No later than tomorrow.

You exhale. You can’t think about it. You’ll tell him. You’ll tell him tomorrow that your dyed blonde-haired ex wants to see you again. You’re hopefully of one thing though: that the moment your boyfriend meets your ex, you hope Sukuna has enough restraint to not beat the shit out of him.

“Baby, you okay?”

Sukuna’s brows are raised. One would miss the concern on his face if they didn’t know him as well as you do.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m good.” Woman up, girl, you tell yourself. “I do have something to tell you later. Just… remind me before dinner.”

The concern becomes more evident on his face, which prompts you to walk to him and kiss him.

“It’s nothing serious… I don’t think. Don’t worry,” you reassure him, partially reassuring yourself. “What we should worry about is what’s for dinner,” you joke. “Don’t think I can eat those leftovers.”

“Goddamn, I’m sorry I put too much salt in it.”

You laugh, wanting this happiness to ever be trampled on. You’ll do what you can to protect and keep it.

taglist:

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna fluff #sukuna fic #jjk sukuna #modern! sukuna #modern au

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onakomiyaki · 1 year ago

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WHAT IS THIS | dr3 x brabham!reader | lh44 x brabham!reader (platonic) - smau

summary : you got into dating rumor with lewis hamilton after your sudden appearance in bahrain gp 2021. and your friend is not happy at all.

fc : emily ratajkowski, pinterest.

a/n : this is part of 'just a silly crush' universe, so i suggest you to read it first <3 and also this is just a small break (i lost the chapter 3 and 4 on my draft brb crying)

y/nbrabham.official

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y/nbrabham.official alright i take back what i said about cars go vroom-vroom. y'all cool, i guess.

big thanks to @ mercedesamgf1 and @ tommyhilfiger for inviting me!

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30 March 2021

user1 HELLO?!? F1 AND Y/N?!?!? WHAT DID I MISS?!?! WHEN WAS THIS?!

user2 she decided to wake up and choose chaos, because what the hell??!

lewishamilton Glad you came, Y/N! Come again next race? 😊

y/nbrabham okay hamilton, now you're pushing it too far 🙄

lewishamilton Well, at least I tried.😮‍💨

user3 HELLO?!?!? WHAT IS GOING ON

mercedesamgf1 Our best paddock girl! 🥰

y/nbrabham.official admin stop making me blush! 😳😳

user4 there's no daniel in the likes, what's going on?

user1 someone said that daniel is unfollowing her because she attend bahrain gp as lewis plus one, while he'd been trying to invite her since his debut race and she refuse to come.

user2 she's actually look sad and guilty when daniel refuse to look at her and avoided her at the whole race :(

user7 she doesn't deserve the spotlight :\ she only there because she is brand ambassador for tommy hilfiger. what did she knows about f1 anyway.

user5 GIRL SHE'S LITERALLY THE DAUGHTER OF DAVID BRABHAM?!?!

user4 blud is talking f1 knowledge to one of the brabham is crazy

mclaren maybe you can go to ours next race? 👀

redbullracing she will come to ours next, sorry.🫢

mercedesamgf1 BACK OFF I SAID 🤺🤺

user9 NAHHH THE ADMINS ARE ON IT AGAIN

y/nbrabham.official maybe... 🤔

user9 Y/N ?!?!?

danielricciardo posted a story!

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lewishamilton We out ✌🏾

Thanks for the photos and for supporting me, dear friend! @ y/nbrabham.official

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y/nbrabham.official i look like that one kid in meme... the one who smile at the burning house... what is this lewis... 🤨

lewishamilton You look fine, Y/N stop worrying so much! 😩

y/nbrabham.official i am a model, of course i worry about my image 😤😤

user6 DEAR FRIEND??!? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

lewishamilton She is my beloved friend! (I got rejected)

y/nbrabhams.official we are friends! (plz ignore lewis)

user44 HE GOT WHAT BY WHO?!?

user1 only y/n could reject THE lewis hamilton.

user10 i mean it is y/n, she can reject me, spit on me, call me names and i would still thank her

user12 @.user10 okay grandma, lets get you back to bed.

mercedesamgf1 looking' fresh 🔥🔥

user9 MAX I SEE YOU

user3 it is probably daniel stalking with max's phone

maxverstappen I have no comment on that.

user33 MAX?!?!?!?

user2 BOY BFR RIGHT NOW

user4 WHAT DID YOU KNOW MAX VERSTAPPEN

landonorris 😶

user5 LANDO NORRIS?!

user11 ohh so this is what daniel story meant.. (im delulu)

user14 wait you might be onto something since daniel unfollow y/n.. (let me join you)

user23 OKAY BED TIME FOR YOU TWO, CHOP CHOP

"lew, daniel unfollowed me on insta. what should i do?" you said, voice panicking through the call.

"calm down, y/n. i'll try and talk to him." lewis, voice groggy, said.

it was almost 4 a.m in imola, and lewis had just finish reading a book. meanwhile it was 1 p.m for you in australia, and he is kind enough to listen to your sudden panic call. daniel had unfollowed you and you just notice that because you are opening your twitter after a week away from it.

the whole bahrain gp literally flooded your timeline so you just opted to stay off the twitter. which proven not so wise because now you're left with few chapters behind.

first, daniel unfollowed you. which of course understandable regarding the situation you're in. but daniel hasn't give you a chance to even apologize because that man is ignoring your messages and call and he of course won't read your dm

second, you just notice most of the grid is following you. other than few friend that you know about a.k.a daniel's friends, lance stroll, valterri bottas, and even zak brown decided to joining the bandwagon. and you know it won't be long until your next grand prix invitation.

"he is angry, y/n. that is understandable. and also why didn't you tell me sooner about your whole anti f1 agenda? i can prevent this disaster happen, you know that."

"yeah i know, i should've at least talk to you... but tommy really want me to go! he personally talk to me lew, how can i say no to him?"

"okay, fair. by the way, we've been friend for how long now? 3 years?"

"around that, yes. why?"

"and how long you've been friend with daniel?"

"umm, 19 years 20? i can't remember"

"yeah that outta do it. anyways i'll try talking to him okay? he avoided me too, maybe i'll ask max verstappen to help. i better go to sleep now, its like almost 5 a.m and my body is screaming."

"okay, you do that. i'm gonna go with my lunch... thanks lew."

"anytime, y/n."

anna watch as you return to your table with a suspicious look on her face. she never see you this restless or this nervous after your 'beef' with elsa hosk back in 2017. anna had her suspicion that it is about bahrain and she knew that it is partially her fault as well, but who knows?

"who was it?" anna asked, sipping her virgin mojito.

"lewis hamilton." you simply said, taking of your sunny as you open the menu.

"ohh, you finally agreeing on that second date?"

"what? no! he trying to help me to talk to daniel again."

"oh right, daniel."

"he didn't block me, but he definitely ignore me." you said, voice dejected.

anna wave her hand, calling the waitress to finally take your orders. you frown at her as the waitress approach both of you.

"i didn't order yet." you said.

"you've been ordering the same thing in this restaurant for almost 10 years, y/n. trust me i know what you want."

so you pout your mouth, rolling your eyes as you let anna order for you. she's not wrong that's why you let her be. this restaurant is one of if not the only restaurant that you always go to whenever you visit perth. you went here first time ever with daniel, back when you are 16. this restaurant just open then and you are excited to let daniel drive you around after finally getting his driver license.

"have you tried calling max? he is daniel closest friend on track right?" anna suggest, looking at you silently.

"should i?"

"try it."

and so you did. you open your phone, hovering at the contact name as you hesitate to press the call button. i mean it is 5 a.m at imola anyway, he won't pick up. right?

"hello?"

"uhh, hi max. this is y/n brabham. sorry for bothering you this early."

"ah don't worry i already woke up an hour ago. what can i help you?

"its about daniel."

"oh, yeah. bahrain?"

"yeah, he is mad at me. he won't answer his phone, unfollowed me on everywhere, and just avoiding me."

"he is mad at you, that's for sure. but he won't be mad at you forever. trust me, i know."

anna watch you in silence and you just looked away from her, staring at the ocean. you know anna is being nosy, but you let her anyway.

"i want to apologize to him... but how?"

"well, i have an idea. you have place in monaco right?"

"yeah, i do have house in monaco. why?"

"okay, here's the plan."

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#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #smau #f1 smau

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moonrise0111 · 10 months ago

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Karasuno on a plane

Headcanons

Daichi: is definitely a total pro at putting the bags in the overhead bin. If he sees anyone struggle for a millisecond, he's taking their bag and putting it up for them. He'd spend an hour ensuring all the bags were secure up there so nothing could possibly be damaged if the flight attendants didn't ask him to sit down.

Suga: is a perfect passenger for SURE. He has the utmost respect for the flight attendants and what they have to deal with, and he does his absolute best not to cause problems and to help alleviate any issues that may arise. He also doesn't mind or complain when annoying kids are on the flight. If there are any kids around him, he's definitely making silly faces and trying to entertain them as best he can to give their parent(s) a break.

Asahi: had a fear of flying since he was young, so he self-medicates and sleeps through the entire thing. He usually has to bring someone with him so they can wake him up after they land. He learned from that one time he flew by himself and ended up being woken up by a very concerned flight attendant who was afraid he died and in the commotion of him waking up, he spilled his water all over his pants. He’s still embarrassed from that day.

Nishinoya: is Asahi’s confirmed travel guide and personal alarm clock. He’s also a very light packer so he usually only has one bag for all of his things. Since Asahi is asleep for most of the flight he tries his best to entertain himself quietly (or as quietly as he’s going to get) for the bulk of the flight.

Tanaka: watches movies and laughs way too loud. I mean WAY too loud. He has to be asked to quiet down by the flight attendants. He also likes to play the mind numbing games that you can play on airplane mode. He’s on level 1467 of some sorting game.

Ennoshita: is extremely terrified of turbulence. He pays all of his attention to the safety demonstration and reads the safety booklet several times. He’s perfectly fine unless things get shaky.

Kinoshita: usually sleeps for most of the ride. The lull of the plane relaxes him and he’s out before the plane takes off. He doesn’t really bother anyone but his throat always hurts after he wakes up because he ends up breathing in a lot of dry air with his mouth open.

Narita: sits down with a good book and reads the entire flight. He’s read a 700 page book in one flight. Kinoshita was next to him and fell asleep around page 14 and woke up 650 pages later. He did it the first time because he forgot a bookmark. He regretted it after because he had nothing for the layover or the second flight.

Kageyama: is not very good with airport directions, so he usually barely makes the flight, if at all. He tries to be unproblematic and fails miserably. They never have any of the drinks he asks for and he simply cannot figure out how to work the small tv if he has one. He also hates when the vent is blowing on him and never remembers to download any music or movies to his phone. He also forgets his headphones.

Hinata: can NOT sit still. He’s the guy that is always walking up and down the aisle just to move his legs. The flight attendants have to keep asking him to sit down and he feels awful for inconveniencing them. He also talks to anyone willing throughout the flight. By the end of the flight he’s told at least three people his entire life story. He tries his best to figure out when people are done talking to him.

Tsukishima: spends about 70% of any flight he’s on trying his best to not throttle the small child that somehow ALWAYS ends up sitting next to him. The other 30% is him convincing himself that opening the doors and jumping off the plane just to avoid the screaming is a bad idea. He has his noise canceling headphones in at all times with music full blast but the wailing child never fails to break right through it. Murder is wrong Kei.

Yamaguchi: is the literal pro of airport snacks. His family is pretty well off so they went on far trips enough that Tadashi could determine where all the BEST snacks were in a bunch of airports. He always tries to get there early so he can bring snacks with him off the plane for his friends or family or whoever he’s visiting.

Yachi: somehow manages to convince herself the plane is going to go down and that these are her last moments. Plane rides are a bit of a draining experience for her. She also spills her drink either on herself or someone else every single time. She’s doing her best.

Kiyoko: watches movies and shows to pass the time. She usually goes for silly movies that will make her laugh quietly to herself. Her go to movie is Mamma Mia and go to show is ATLA.

Ukai: gets drunk on the plane. Enough said.

Takeda: has fallen asleep on the people next to him on several occasions. He’s mortified when he wakes up and apologizes profusely. But no matter what pillow he tries around his neck he seems to simply gravitate to the living being that just wants to make it through this flight unbothered.

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candycandy00 · 9 months ago

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My Sweet Pet - A Suo x Reader x Sakura Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

You’re a hybrid cat girl in a pet shop, and Sakura Haruka is a fellow hybrid in the cage beside you. After becoming friends, he promises to protect you. A week later, you’re both purchased by Suo Hayato.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Fem reader. Hybrid AU. Suo and Sakura are bisexual. Oral sex. Overstimulation. Lots of cum. Use of aphrodisiacs. Threesome. Voyeurism. Humiliation. Dividers by @anitalenia and @benkeibear!

Thunder crashes, making you cry out in fear. You’ve always been terrified of storms, your sensitive ears picking up the rumbling thunder far too loudly. You sit up in bed and look around the large, empty room. For the first time since Suo brought you here, you miss your cage. At least then you were right next to Haruka, and during storms he would hold your hand through the bars and talk to you despite his shyness.

Maybe he’s still awake! You pull back the covers, pull on a dress just to avoid being naked, and head down the hallway to Haruka’s room.

It’s been a week since the two of you made love for the first time, and he told you he loves you too. Since then you’ve only had sex one more time, during one of your nightly sessions in Suo’s room. While you’d like to be intimate with Haruka more often, and you think he wants to as well, you’re both too shy to initiate anything on your own.

As for Suo, he’s never had sex with you yet. You’ve pleased him with your mouth and hands, and he’s pleased you with his, but nothing more. Does he not want to? Or… does he think you only want to do that with Haruka?

The truth is that you’ve fallen for Suo just as you fell for Haruka. You love both of them.

You stop outside Haruka’s door and knock very lightly. If he’s asleep, you don’t want to wake him. There’s no answer, so you crack the door and peek in. You can hear him snoring softly, see the vague shape of him sprawled on the bed in the dark.

Closing the door quietly, you sigh and head back down the hall. Thunder cracks again, making you yelp and shudder.

There was no session in Suo’s room tonight. He had to go to some sort of meeting and told you and Haruka to “have fun without him”. The two of you ended up watching a movie together on the couch.

Suo said he would be home late, but looking closely, you can see light coming from under his door further down the hall. Is he home? And awake?

You walk to his door and start to knock, but hesitate. He’s probably tired from his meeting. Deciding you shouldn’t bother him, you turn to walk back to your room. That’s when you hear his voice carry through the door.

“Is someone there?”

You stop. “Um, it’s just me,” you say.

“Would you like to come in?”

You open the door slowly and step inside. Suo is sitting up in bed, a laptop open in his lap. You notice right away that his eyepatch is gone, but his hair is hanging over his face, covering his right eye.

“I’m sorry to bother you.”

He smiles. “You’re no bother. I was just looking over some financial reports. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes, everything’s fine!” you say, a little flustered. “I was just having trouble sleeping and-“

Thunder cracks loudly, so hard that the windows rattle. You shriek and cover your ears, hunkering down in terror. Once the thunder quiets, you look up and see Suo closing his laptop. He pulls back the covers and says, “Do you want to come lay beside me until the storm passes?”

“But, you must be tired…”

He pats the bed. “I’m not tired at all. Come.”

Your heart beats a little faster as you walk over to his bed and crawl in beside him, under the covers. You’re not sure how close you should get, so you stay several inches away from him.

“Did your meeting go well?” you ask, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yes, very well. Thank you for asking,” he replies, his tone polite as always.

Another crack of thunder, and you wince, closing your eyes tightly. Suo moves closer, wrapping one arm around you. “It’s okay,” he says gently, “the storm will pass soon.”

You look up at him, your face flushing with heat at his closeness. It’s strange, but somehow you feel more shy in this situation than you do when you’re sucking his cock.

He’s smiling down at you warmly, and you snuggle in closer against him.

“Have you always been scared of thunder?”

he asks you, his hand absently rubbing your arm.

“For as long as I can remember,” you tell him. “The noise startles me even when I know it’s coming.”

“I’ll be here with you,” he says, “so don’t worry.”

As he speaks, his head tilts slightly, causing his hair to fall across his face and uncover his right eye. Or rather, where his right eye should have been. There’s a mess of scar tissue surrounding the empty socket, spreading out slightly. He notices you looking, and reaches toward his eyepatch on the nightstand.

“I’m sorry, this must frighten you. I’ll cover it up,” he says.

“No, please,” you say, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. “It’s not frightening at all! I’m happy you let me see.”

He pauses, looking at your face. His expression softens. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

Thunder strikes again, and you bury your face in his shoulder, pressing yourself further against him. You notice something then, a firm bulge in his lap. Your eyes move to his face. “Suo,” you say, carefully watching his reaction, “can I… touch you?”

He hesitates for a moment, then smiles. “You can do whatever you want, kitten.”

Slowly, you slide one hand down his body, under the covers, and softly rub the bulge between his legs through his silk sleep pants. You can feel him getting harder under your touch, and you keep eye contact as you slip your hand beneath his pants. His breathing gets a little faster as you grip his warm shaft and move your hand up and down it.

Still staring at his face, you ask, “Suo, do you not want to have sex with me?”

He reaches down and puts his hand on yours, stopping your motion. “We don’t have to do that. You have Sakura, right?”

Ah, so your guess was right! He thinks you only love Haruka! You suddenly pull the covers back and roll over onto him, straddling his lap, your knees on either side of him. In one quick motion you pull your dress over your head and toss it aside. Suo’s lone eye moves down your naked body, his face looking surprised.

Your face is burning with embarrassment, but you won’t back down now. “Y-you said I can do whatever I want, right?”

His hands are at his sides, but you can feel his cock throb against your skin. He must feel how wet you are already. “Yes, whatever you want,” he says.

You’ve never had sex in this position before, but it looked very pleasurable in the demonstrations you saw as part of your training. You rise up slightly and use your hand to position him right, then you sink down onto his cock. You gasp, realizing this position lets him go very deep very quickly.

His hands move to your thighs, gripping them as you begin moving up and down, riding him with your head tossed back, moaning his name.

You glance down at him and see that he’s watching you intently, as if he’s transfixed. You lean over him, putting your face close to his. “Suo… I do love Haruka… but I love you too! My heart beats for both of you!”

His eye goes impossibly wide, a faint pink tint to his face. You’ve never seen him blush before. Then, as if a thread stretched tight within him suddenly snapped, he rises up, pulling you tighter to him and thrusting up into you. His mouth finds yours, kissing you with more passion than he’s ever displayed before.

There’s a strange desperation in the way his arms encircle you, pulling you so close that it feels like your bodies will meld into one. There’s a hunger in the way his lips kiss your neck. That’s when it dawns on you: Suo is lonely. You’ve seen no sign of any family or friends since you’ve been here, only the hired servants whom he seems to have little interaction with.

You understand that feeling. Before Haruka was brought into the shop, you were the only cat hybrid there for three days, but before that, you were at a different shop for nearly a year with no other cats. Even earlier, in training, you had no friends to speak of. You were different from the other cats - more timid and quiet.

You’re sure Haruka understands as well. He clearly wasn’t socialized like most hybrids. For him to be as feral as he was when he was brought in, he was probably alone for most of his life.

And now the three of you are together.

You place your hands on Suo’s face, looking closely at him as you both breathe hard. You lean forward and lick over his scar, gently, as if trying to heal him.

In response, his grip on you tightens, and his hips lift from the bed, plunging into you even deeper. It feels so good, being fucked so deeply by someone you love. Feeling him inside you, against you, pushes you to your climax.

Thunder crashes again, just as you cum. But this time, wrapped in his arms, his seed shooting into your depths, you hardly even notice it.

*******************************

Sakura has noticed the change. How could he not? He’s hyper aware of two specific people at all times: his new owner Suo, and the woman he loves. For the past few days, they’ve seemed closer, more comfortable with each other. On one hand, Sakura is relieved that Suo has seemingly developed feelings for her. It means he’s very unlikely to hurt her (and makes any implied threats empty). On the other hand, Sakura can’t help wanting to have that same sense of closeness and comfort.

He feels it with her, of course. The two of them spend so much time together. But he doesn’t feel it with Suo. He’d rather die than admit he wants to though.

The attraction he feels to Suo is purely physical. That’s what Sakura has told himself since Suo bought him. With that ridiculously pretty face, Suo could seduce anyone. But now, Sakura wonders if that’s all there is to it. He finds himself wanting to talk to the other man, but holding back.

These complicated feelings are swirling in Sakura’s heart when Suo calls the two cats to his room for their “nightly session” as they call it.

Sakura walks in, with her behind him. She rarely seems nervous or shy now, instead seeming excited. He’s excited too, his cock already growing hard in anticipation, as if it’s a natural reaction to walking into this room. God, Suo already has them trained.

Suo is waiting for them with that irritating smile on his face. He crosses the room and kisses her on the cheek affectionately, then regards Sakura with the usual oddly blank expression before telling the cat to sit on the floor.

Sakura does so, sitting with his thighs spread and his ankles crossed in front of him. Suo steps over and squats down in front of him, reaching up with graceful fingers to unbutton Sakura’s shirt. As Suo’s hands move down, grazing over Sakura’s abdomen, the cat blushes red despite his best attempts not to.

Suo moves around behind Sakura, dropping down to his knees behind his pet and nimbly opening Sakura’s pants. Suo’s soft hand slides down into Sakura’s pants and grips his semi-hard cock, then moves up and down it with light, feathery strokes.

Sakura fights to hold back a moan, pressing the back of his fist against his mouth to smother the sound. Suo’s touch feels too good, too soft, for Sakura to ignore. He can feel himself getting harder in the other man’s hand. Then he hears Suo’s voice behind him, close to his ear.

“Kitten, let’s give Sakura a treat tonight. Take off your dress for him.”

Without hesitation, she pulls off her dress, dropping it to the floor at her feet. Sakura looks at her, and all hope he had of keeping himself from getting fully hard is gone in an instant. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it always takes his breath away. She’s so beautiful, and seeing her so exposed and vulnerable for him, knowing he and Suo are the only ones who get to see this lovely sight, makes his whole body heat up.

“Come to us,” Suo tells her, then pauses and says, “I know! Get on your knees and crawl to Sakura.”

Sakura frowns, looking up at her sharply. “You don’t have to do that!”

But she’s already getting on the floor and beginning to crawl toward him on her hands and knees. Oh fuck, she looks so good like this! She’s staring at him, at his open pants, at Suo’s wrist peeking out from the fabric.

As she nears them, Suo pulls Sakura’s cock out, his hand still stroking Sakura’s length. She gets impossibly close, her eyes glassy as they watch Suo’s gliding hand. “Haruka,” she says in such a sweet voice, “can I lick it?”

Sakura feels like his face is on fire as he breathes hard. He nods, watching her, enraptured as she leans forward and licks his tip. Her saliva mixes with his precum, and Suo’s thumb circles the tip, spreading it all around as she licks along the shaft.

A groan escapes Sakura’s mouth. Everything feels so fucking amazing. Suo’s hand expertly stroking him, her warm mouth closing around him, suckling his leaking fluids… it’s almost too much.

She takes him deeper into her mouth as Suo’s hand remains at the base, making gentle twisting motions. Suo’s free hand slides down between Sakura’s thighs and lightly squeezes his balls. Sakura shudders between the two of them, feeling weak.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Suo asks. “Go ahead and cum in her cute little mouth. She wants you to.”

Sakura glances down at her questioningly. She nods, not letting him slip out of her mouth. “Mmhmm,” she mumbles around him.

Oh fuck. This is his shameful fantasy come true. The thought of sullying her sweet mouth with his cum…

His will to fight any of this melts away, and he cums with a groan, filling her with his seed.

Suo’s hands pull away, but her lips remain wrapped around him, sucking out the last drops.

Sakura is barely aware of the other man standing up and moving around, only to sink down to his knees behind her.

**********************

When Suo lowers himself behind you, you can’t help being embarrassed even now. After all, you’re on the floor, your face in Haruka’s crotch, your ass in the air.

“Keep doing that until Sakura cums again,” Suo tells you, and you’re happy to comply. Having Haruka in your mouth makes you feel giddy with pleasure. His soft cock is already starting to get hard again as you lovingly lick and suck on it.

Haruka makes a sound that’s half moan, half whine, and you hear fabric rustling behind you as Suo gently pushes your knees apart. His fingers slide up and down your slit. “She’s dripping, Sakura,” he says, making you blush even more. “I guess sucking you off turns her on.”

Haruka’s cock twitches in your mouth, fully erect now. Just then, you feel Suo slide his own cock inside you from behind, going all the way in. You cry out around Haruka’s cock, the motion pushing you further against him, pressing him further down your throat.

“F-fuck!” Haruka mutters, his hand swiftly moving to your head to steady you.

Oh god, they’re both inside you!

Suo begins thrusting into your quivering pussy, slowly but deeply, each thrust rocking you forward on Haruka’s cock. Suo’s hand rubs down your back, along your spine, until it reaches your tail. He grips it, firmly but not hard, then gives it a light tug. Your whole body jerks. You didn’t even realize how sensitive the base of your tail is! You moan, your tongue swirling around Haruka’s tip.

You’re feeling delirious as pleasure fills you, and in the midst of this, you hear Suo’s voice again as he leans slightly over you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re sucking Sakura’s cock,” he says to you, then he raises back up, thrusting a little faster now. “Isn’t that right, Sakura?”

You glance up at Haruka’s red-tinted face. He looks away from you awkwardly. “She’s always pretty,” he says.

Suo laughs. “Well, that’s true! She’s really pretty when she’s eating dinner and starts humming without realizing it!”

Eh?? You didn’t know you’d been humming!

“Or,” Haruka adds, his eyes shifting back to your face, “when she first wakes up and her hair sticks up everywhere.”

“Or when she gets excited and this cute little tail starts swinging around!” Suo says, squeezing your tail just enough to make jolts of pleasure shoot through you.

Haruka’s eyes looking down at you are so warm and loving. “Or when she’s in the garden and puts a flower in her hair… she’s so beautiful.”

Your face is burning, listening to them talk about you so adoringly even as their cocks throb inside you. A particularly deep thrust from Suo shoves you forward, Haruka’s cock going halfway down your throat. He grunts, his hand tightening in your hair.

“Are you close again?” Suo asks him.

Haruka nods.

“Hold on, let’s cum in her at the same time,” Suo says.

The thought thrills you. You hear their voices, speaking back and forth to get the timing right, your body so stimulated that you can hardly make out their words.

And then, they both cum, within two seconds of each other, filling both your mouth and your pussy. The sensation is enough to make you cum as well, your body trembling between them as they stay buried inside you on both ends.

Ahhh, the feeling of being stuffed so full of the two men you love!

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Suo is in a good mood as he walks through the front door, getting home late from another meeting. He told his two kitties to enjoy themselves in his room as usual, but he doubts they did so. Last time, according to one of the maids, the two of them watched a movie. They could be strangely shy when he’s not there to spur them on, despite it being obvious that they’d both like to enjoy each other’s bodies more.

As he walks down the hall toward his room, he hears a sound that causes him to pause. It’s a desperate, mewling cry, as if begging for mercy. Are they actually in his room? At this hour?

Almost at the same time, he notices what looks like trash strewn about the carpeted hall. He bends down to pick up a torn open box, and his eye widens.

A few days ago, he’d picked up a box of catnip cookies, thinking he might let his kitties try them during a session. The box warned to only give your cat hybrids one cookie at a time, spaced a few hours in between, as the catnip has a powerful aphrodisiac effect.

The box, which had contained twenty-four cookies, is empty.

Among the debris in the hallway, he spots a familiar dress and a white shirt, both looking as if they’d been tossed aside in a hurry.

Suo stares at his own bedroom door as the cries coming from inside intensify.

“Seriously?” he asks aloud, then laughs as he walks over and opens his door.

He finds his two kitties. The sweet woman he’s come to love so much is sprawled on his desk, all its former contents littering the floor. She’s completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Sakura devours her pussy.

Sakura’s shirtless, his pants open, one of his hands furiously stroking his cock while the other holds her open.

Stepping closer, Suo can see that she’s got tears in her glazed eyes, her skin flushed and sweaty as she murmurs things like, “Haruka… I love you…” and “I can’t take anymore!” She’s clearly overstimulated, and Suo can’t even tell if Sakura can hear her.

He taps Sakura’s shoulder to get his attention, and the cat looks up at him with equally glazed eyes. There’s a puddle of creamy cum on the desk beneath her squirting pussy, and Sakura’s lips and chin are dripping.

Suo smiles. “I see you found the catnip cookies.”

Sakura doesn’t reply, only stares at Suo with that lusty gaze.

“Let me have a taste of her,” Suo tells him, starting to nudge him aside.

But Sakura suddenly straightens up and grabs Suo by the collar, jerking him close and kissing him. Suo can taste her on Sakura’s tongue as it invades his mouth. He finds himself leaning into the kiss, eventually licking along Sakura’s chin. When they separate, Sakura goes back to eating her pussy.

Suo steps around to look down at her face, and notices that it’s covered in Sakura’s cum. He strokes her hair as she stares up at him and says, “Suo… love you…”

These two! They’ve become so precious to Suo that he thinks he could easily kill for them.

“I love you too, kitten. Now,” he says, unbuttoning his pants, “since your face looks so lovely painted in cum, let me add my own color.”

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Bless Your Heart | PROLOGUE: SUNKEN EYES

The places our minds can go, the beauty we can see, and the feelings that we, ourselves, can only imagine. Oh, the places your heart will go.

tread lightly ⋆⋆⋆ pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy symptoms (cravings, morning sickness, changes in the body), mentions of food, character death, angst, a bit suggestive

word count ⋆⋆⋆ 2.7k (much thanks to my beta @slushycoookie 💚)

note on the fridge ⋆⋆⋆ I ask that you walk with me here....just walk with me. The prologue is important to get to the next chapter.

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Wrap, wrap, wrap, and pull. Wrap and pull, wrap and pull.

Tempest hummed a melody to keep up with the pattern in her lap. Milky brown, light pink, and cream white yarn was all around her.

A friend showed her how to weave the soft material some years ago. She even helped her to start it, but it wasn’t until now that Tempest felt that completing it was her biggest goal.

Her fingers tremble as she holds the crochet needle in her hand, peach nails getting stuck against the string.

“Shit,” she whispers. The ring on her left hand snags against her square, ruining the pattern and her pace.

Slumping back, she drops her head on the seat of the coach, the feeling of the floor bringing her solitude.

Everything has been off.

Just a few weeks ago, she had been fine. Enjoying life, riding through the water with Magenta, eating dill pickles and boiled peanuts, and more importantly, knocking boots with her husband.

It was exhilarating.

Then irritation set in soon after.

Pork rinds never made her wanted to upchuck more than they did three afternoons ago. The smell in the air after opening the plastic was like her uncle clogging up the bathroom during Easter dinner.

She saw a charm with a mama deer cuddling her baby deer and startled the entire jewelry department with how hard she sobbed.

One night, the atmosphere was just right with candlelight and glasses of wine, but one hand on her nipples ruined the mood. It felt like someone or something had been pushing and pulling against her breasts all night.

To top it all off, she felt exhausted. Going to bed as early as 7 PM, waking up far too late to feed the chickens.

It was all too much.

Her last straw was running out on the dinner her husband made for her. Usually, she could muster up a smile and fight her way through the burnt veggies. Last night though, one bite of sour green beans had her tripping over herself to get to the toilet bowl.

He was distraught, one hand rubbing her back and the other holding back her dangling necklaces.

After that, she decided to do what she was avoiding for way too long.

A piece of white and blue plastic laid over a napkin on the bathroom counter. Black ink on the tiniest screen set her heart into motion. A decision of a lifetime sat in the pit of her stomach.

Right now, she felt more comfortable holding the empty trash can over her lap and finding relief.

A tug on the yarn distracts her. Looking down, she smiles at the three-month-old kitten.

“At least you’re having fun, Maple,” Tempest says. She rubs a hand on her kitten’s belly, laughing as she kicks at the yarn. “My happy baby.”

She was as big as ever, putting the stray cats around the farm to shame.

“I hope your Papa is happy.”

Maple paid her no mind, jumping at the string she was shaking above her.

Tempest stayed on the floor, waiting. Her mind was elsewhere as a gameshow panned across the TV screen.

The living room got darker and darker. Maple was curled up on top of her ruined square pattern, huffing big as she slept.

It’s not until she perks up and runs off her lap, squealing with all that she’s got, that Tempest notices that her husband is home.

“Roe!”

She smiles, listening to him fuss at Maple for climbing.

“This damn cat likes to climb me more than the 200 dollar cat tree we bought her.”

He sits on the floor next to his wife, holding Maple in one hand and wrapping around Tempest with the other.

“That would make two of us,” Tempest hummed.

He kissed her, groaning as her thumb pressed against his ear.

Their foreheads touch, and he rubs his nose against hers.

“How are you feeling today?”

“About the same. How was your day?”

“Same old thing. Nothing exciting until I got back here. ‘M more worried about you, though. You gave me a scare yesterday, Roe.”

She closes her eyes and sighs, hands forming loose fists in front of his shirt. Her heart was pounding and the AC wasn’t helping the heat forming over her skin.

“Hey,” he says. He cradles her head in his hand. “Everything ok? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Anything?”

“You were there when I was out on my ass with just a t-shirt covering my closest parts and a rottie on my tail.”

Tempest snickered, “You had no business playing around with those dogs. And they showed out, too.”

“You were also there when I was drunk out of my mind, serenading you in the middle of the night.”

“Almost woke up the entire dorm with The Temptations. How could I forget?”

“And when I lost bareback for the first time. And when Pops almost knocked me into the grave. And when I fought with my brother. And when your family was ready to rough me up-”

“Miguel. I’m pregnant.”

His smile pauses, face shifting as he looks back and forth between Tempest’s eyes.

“What?”

She got up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her proof. She hands it to Miguel and hugs her legs close.

“I’m…pregnant. I don’t know how far along, but I haven’t been feeling good for a few weeks.”

Miguel reads the test over and over until the lines blur.

“Oh, Hare, I-I know. I know we’re still building our time together. And I still want that for us,” she wipes the tears falling from his face, the ones that match her own. “We’ll figure this out. If you don’t want the baby, we can go somewhere and, and we can make them go away. I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“But what about you? Do you want the baby?”

Tempest’s lips curl in and out. It feels like he can see right through her.

“Yes, more than anything.”

He pulls her to his lap as soon as she finishes the sentence. Maple jumps on the couch.

“Then, I’m going to be a Daddy.”

Tempest smiles through her tears, laugh bubbling up. Miguel joins in, hands clasping against hers.

“You want to be?”

“No better time than now, Temp. We’ll give ‘em the world.”

“The world and then some.”

Miguel gets up and spins her around, the sound of her laughter louder than the live studio audience over the TV speakers.

“I…I’m gonna be a Daddy!”

Her face hovers over his as she scans his expression.

There was a glow on his skin that she would be soon to match. A fire lighting him up from inside.

“You’re gonna be a Daddy, Guel.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she turns her nose up at the plates he brought home, she’s still beautiful.

“These are your favorite!” Miguel holds out meat from a crab leg.

She gags, tears threatening to break free, “And right now they’re making me want to mess up your shoes.”

He takes the meat back and takes a bite. He furrows his brow, “Actually, I don’t even know if they cooked this right.”

“Spit it out.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as her favorite pants can no longer button up and she’s sprawled out over the bed about to cry, she’s still beautiful.

“I’ll buy you more pants, Roe,” Miguel sighs as he pulls on a different jacket.

“But these ones make my ass look amazing. And I’m bloated.”

“It always looks amazing. You always look amazing. That’s not going to change ‘cause of some denim.”

“But you always end up eating me up like a sundae because of these.”

He pauses, turning to her as she throws an arm to her forehead dramatically.

“If that’s what you wanted,” his jacket is thrown to the floor, “all you had to do was ask.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she’s staring at Miguel in disbelief, rubbing a cold towel across his face, she’s still beautiful.

“You’re irritating me right now.”

“When you get sick in the morning, so do I.”

“I didn’t get sick today, Hare.”

“But I did!”

“What are you going to do when this baby catches a cold? Gets a stomach bug? Breaks a bone?”

He turns his head on her lap, face pressed against her barely visible bump.

“Take care of it. Then, come lay in your arms.”

She’s so beautiful.

Even as she nearly jumps through the ceiling when the doctor lays the gel over her stomach, she’s still beautiful.

“I can never get used to that,” Tempest mumbles.

Miguel kisses her head, “You never liked the cold.”

The two of them are holding hands like they’re freefalling on an amusement park ride watching the transducer go over Tempest’s skin.

His heart is drumming so loud against his chest, Miguel almost thinks it’s his baby instead.

“Alright, family. Would you like to hear your baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes, please.” Miguel can’t help it.

Like the horses galloping across the plains, the sound fills the room.

Tempest shudders out a laugh of relief, of joy, as she leans her cheek on their clasped hands.

“Oh, Miguel. I think that’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard.”

He hums in agreement, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Would you all like to know the gender?”

The two nod. Days of wondering have led to this.

The probe moves and Miguel’s thumb moves over the back of Tempest’s hand as a reminder to breathe.

“It looks like a perfectly healthy baby girl!”

Tempest shouts, all of her intuition and old wives’ tales were validated. She’s getting the girl she wanted.

Miguel hopes she looks like Tempest because Tempest is so beautiful.

Even as she crosses off Miguel’s first choices for a name, she’s still beautiful.

“Why don’t you like Mist? It’s us, Roe! Miguel and Tempest. Mist!”

“We are not naming our baby after condensation, Hare. No.”

“With the way you’re going, her initials are going to be GMO. A farmer’s daughter with the initials GMO? A future cowgirl with GMO on the back of her shirt? Really?”

“It could be cute!”

“It could be lethal.”

Tempest huffs, “Well what else do you have?”

He flips a page in his notepad, “Tempel.”

“Like a temple? You know you would hate that. You barely like stepping foot in a church pew”

“Touché,” he drags his pen down the page, “Teguel.”

“Sounds like kegal. Do you want her to get bullied? Do you really want that for our child?”

He laughs, thinking the frown on her face is beautiful.

Even as she sits a package of frosted sugar cookies and ranch on her stomach for dipping, she’s still beautiful.

“This is rancid.”

“I think you mean delicious. I’m gonna try pickles wrapped in Rice Krispies treats next. Oh! And dill pickle chips with strawberry ice cream. I heard that’s the best.”

“And I need to go get these things now?”

“I suggest you do, unless you want to sleep in Magenta’s stall.”

“Yes, honey.”

He thinks she’s beautiful when she hands him the keys to the truck.

Even as he comes running to the bathroom when she yells his name, she’s still beautiful.

There’s an open half a gallon of milk in his hands and his tank is dangling over his shoulders.

“I think she just kicked!”

He’s not sure where the milk lands, but he’s on his knees, hands on Tempest’s stomach in a heartbeat.

He waits and waits, eyes going from her dark skin to her anticipating face.

Then he calls out to her.

“Baby girl, it’s me. It’s Papa!”

Three sharp kicks have Miguel squeezing around Tempest’s legs tight, pressing long kisses where she left an impression.

Tempest runs her fingers through his short hair softly and hugs him close.

“You got milk all over my floor.”

When she directs his mopping from her pregnancy pillow from the bed, he teases her about being beautiful.

Even with her exhausted state, trying to sleep through his soft chords, she’s still beautiful.

“You would think that this would keep her up, and yet, here we are singing lullabies at 2 AM.”

“I’ll keep humming, Roe. You just rest up.”

The timbre of his voice and his fingers sliding across guitar strings warms the chilly bedroom. His back is piled with two quilts while Tempest keeps a thin bed sheet just under her hips.

As she finally sleeps, Miguel thinks she’s beautiful.

Even when she stands in the mirror, taking in every last change to her body, he knows she’s still beautiful.

He stands behind her, rubbing cocoa butter into her skin. He follows the stretch marks up her stomach in awe. They remind him of roots of a tree, intertwining and intricate.

When he finds her face through the glass, she’s glowing. The black finger waves she sported eight months ago have turned into a small, curly fro with hot pink tips.

“You’re gorgeous today, Mama Roe,” Miguel whispers.

“Thank you, baby.”

The two of them cradle her stomach, sinking into the late afternoon. Maple is asleep upside down on an ottoman having tired herself out from chasing butterflies in the grass.

“Are you ready? To be a daddy?”

“Never been more ready. I got my pink hatband and everything.”

Tempest beams, “I guess it don’t get more ready than that, huh? You got your pink spurs, too?”

“You better know it.”

His words tickle her so, she laughs in his arms for what feels like hours.

She’s so…

Beautiful.

With lips like a heart and a sharp cupid’s bow to match. The top lip darker than the bottom and a mouth like a sailor.

Hair so thick, she cuts it off to not deal with it. The finest pixie cut you’ll ever see. Waves curling deeper than the ocean, grown a little and dyed for fun.

Toned thighs and a once hard stomach from pulling stubborn pigs riding horses without a saddle. Low-rise jeans in almost every shade adorned her closet.

Her eyes are like the sun setting in the summer. Warmer in the depth of the night, holding his heart close, leaving him bare. Orange and burnt umber. Somehow, yellow could make it through. Black pupils with nearly white, shining highlights.

Too beautiful.

“Daddy?”

Miguel breathes in sharp, the smell of freshly cut grass cutting his senses.

A monarch lands on a sunflower planted in the rose gold vase and he blinks.

His knees are starting to go numb and the sun is blaring against his back. He reads over the stone one more time.

A heart like no other, A soul that shines bright

Tempest Monroe-O’Hara

Miguel sniffs as a loose strand of hair goes across his cheek and a face slots against the side of his, nearly knocking his hat off. It’s a familiar feeling.

“Almost ready to go?”

“Yeah, Sunshine, I’m almost finished. I promise.”

“Ok, I’m going to wait on the back of the truck!”

She squeezes his neck and runs to the truck bed, not before her little hands grasp his own.

He rubs his hands against his jeans, head ducking as he thinks.

“Every day, she’s growing up to be more and more like you, Roe,” he chuckles. His throat is tight and some spots on his pants go from dark blue to navy. “Impatient as ever.”

He takes off his hat and looks at the embroidery on the inner rim. The once anticipated date staring back at him is not too far off from the sunset on the marble before him. The pink hatband is still intact.

“And she’s just as beautiful.”

The butterfly dances from the flower to his hat, wings slowly expanding and pinching.

“I hope you’re still watching her grow. I hope you’re still watching us and smiling up there.”

A dragonfly lands next to the butterfly, its abdomen shaking swiftly with iridescent wings buzzing away.

“Daddy!” Gabriella yells. “C’mon! We’re going to miss our show!”

The two insects twist together as they fly off, cool and warm colors mixing with the grass. Miguel sees them off until they become miniscule.

“I guess you heard the princess. Can’t miss our show.”

Miguel gets up and places his hat back on his head. He presses a hand from his lips to the top of the stone.

“Te amo, Roe.”

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remiivu · 5 months ago

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Ghostly Companion-- Chapter 3

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[Ao3]

So sorry for the wait! My ribs are really tender right now so I took an extra day to avoid moving my arms as much.

This is mostly a lot of introspective word-vomit (and adorable Mr. Crawling!) Have fun and enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning, bleary-eyed and limbs heavy, you didn’t quite register the weight on your stomach until it moved, long strands of hair falling directly onto your face and into your mouth.

“Pff–” You spit out, eyes blinking open to see your brand new companion looking delightful and far too energetic for whatever time in the morning it is.

“Hello!” He greeted happily. “You ∎∎∎!”

“Good morning…” You manage to groan out, gently pushing the brunt of his weight off your chest and watching as he rolls to your side.

You sigh, taking a few spare moments to fully wake up before hauling yourself up, carefully unwinding the gray arms wrapped around your body. Your morning routine was quick, methodical, and you hardly realized when you finished draping your futon on the balcony to air out until you approached your now-empty tatami mats and only saw Mr. Crawling sitting down patiently.

You… weren’t quite sure what to do now. Breakfast, maybe? Do ghosts need breakfast? You don’t recall ever seeing Mr. Crawling eat anything at all during your short amount of time together, but maybe that was because his world was a barren wasteland. You certainly saw other evidence of human-eating ghosts in his world.

Would his behaviors be similar to all those myths and legends– or at least to his fellow ghosts? Getting… human flesh to feed him wouldn’t be easy, if he liked it at all. But, you’d much rather him feast on someone else rather than on your own flesh if your hunch was right. You doubt he’d do much else than nibble at an unimportant limb, but you also never experienced a grumpy Mr. Crawling– or any version of him that wasn’t incessantly pleasant and sweet. He could go crazy, and you, the idiot who housed him and let him cuddle up against your vital organs, would be first in line to his stomach.

That won’t do. You made it out of a near death-match once already. You’re keeping yourself and your lovely prize of a companion safe and happy. Even if it means having to go elbow deep in blood. While somewhat chilling, the thought bringing up those unfortunate memories, you find it easier to think about knowing that the blood would be from someone you don’t even know.

An unimportant stranger. A stupid stranger.

Well, finding a person would still take some time. A part of your mind wanders back to the mountains where numerous people are said to have gone missing throughout the year– something to do with another ghost wearing a raincoat and umbrella. An urban legend, but one that’s pretty widely believed in these parts of the city. You don’t find it to be true– after all, you’ve been stuck there before and came out perfectly fine each and every time, so it must be other peoples’ lack of survival skills that killed them out there.

Which was great, honestly. You’d be able to chalk everything up to a nonexistent being. People wouldn’t bat an eye at a nice, young, and good-looking person such as you wandering around in cute looking clothes and ‘empty’ hands. Harmless. A naive adult who was curious and ‘stuck close to the trails.’ You could do that. Besides, it would only be for a few hours every… few weeks, maybe? You imagine harvesting human flesh to be something like cattle– one body would last a very long amount of time in the deep freezer.

Yeah. That would also fit into your schedule, so it all works out. The tedious part would be just finding a loner you could convince to take a run through the mountains to prove their bravery or some random trait like that.

Well, that part can always come later. For now, it was time to settle your needs.

You were hungry, and so you went off to your kitchen after giving Mr. Crawling a brief pat on the head, digging through your fridge for anything you could make.

Your fridge was still full of fresh foods from a grocery trip taken before your whole descent into that world that shall-not-be-named, and it was almost offensive at how nothing really seemed to care about your disappearance, but you could take it out on the food once it gets on a plate.

You fished out some eggs, rice, and random toppings, combining it into one mixed up bowl and placing it on your floor table as you turned on the television.

A quick offer of a mouthful of your food to Mr. Crawling resulted in his curious face sniffing and staring closely at it before taking the bite– and swallowing it after a few swishes in his mouth. No chewing.

Huh. So, he liked raw eggs?

You got up to grab two more, swiftly taking your seat on the floor cushion and holding one up in front of his face.

He smiled, inspecting it somewhat. “Object eat?” He asks, poking delicately at it.

You nodded. “You want?” You asked, making a move to show him how the egg was part of the stuff he had eaten.

When he nods, you crack the egg against the counter, holding it above his mouth, ready to break it open. He was briefly– and rather adorably– confused at the action, but opened his jaws wide, showcasing rows of razor sharp teeth.

You didn’t need to pass biology class to know that they indicated a very carnivorous diet.

You cracked open the egg, letting it drop into his mouth and watching, with mild repulsion, as he swallowed it whole, looking happy and satisfied as he licked his lips.

Well then– raw eggs would tide him over until an actual meal (if he even needs one). Good to know.

His mouth opened wide once again as you discarded the shell and cracked the second one open, letting it plop into his mouth and go down the hatch.

That was actually kind of fun. A few years ago, you briefly considered getting chickens of your own until you realized just how many eggs a small flock of 3 could produce in a week. Mr. Crawling seems to be an excellent excuse to get some– not after moving out, of course. Well, you doubt anyone here would care if they spot some fluffed up feathers every now and then.

After that brief breakfast, you steeled yourself to continue your normal everyday activities– as if nothing happened.

And you also needed to make an elaborate lie about where you were the past day. You had no doubts that, if you told the truth, you would be shipped off to an institution and have your companion exorcized within the next 24 hours.

___________________________

Your friends, very concerned, simply would not stop asking you questions and berating your decision to split off from the main group– as if they hadn’t dragged you to the bravery challenge against your complaints.

There were 5 people you needed to comfort. And, there will be about 15 people you’ll need to apologize to for your inability to work– paired with the cordial, expensive gifts and handwritten letter to your boss begging not to be fired.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

You patted Mr. Crawling’s head as you searched up the nearest sales.

At least he was cute. Like a little, loyal puppy. He was so low maintenance outside of his potential human-flesh needs and his desire for attention– which you could most definitely work with. It was nice and relaxing being with him, not having to worry about all the tiny societal rules you had to follow with everyone else. And, now that you were back in your own world, it felt refreshingly nice having someone depend on you instead of it being the other way around.

You had power here. And it was nice.

“You mad?” Mr. Crawling ask, cheek pressed up against your neck as he looked over your shoulder at your laptop screen, fingers flicking through ads and discount codes with sharp tap tap tap’s that indicated your irritated mood.

“Me not mad you,” You mumbled, hand reaching up to play with his hair. It was nice and soft now, your conditioner having worked its magic.

“Humans.” You muttered, not particularly in the mood to elaborate.

“Humans?”

“Mhm,” You hum, gently rubbing soothing circles into his scalp and watching, satisfied, as he leaned more of his weight against you.

So, so cute. You couldn’t get enough of him.

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everythingblackblack · 7 months ago

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Could you please do romantic and platonic relationship headcanons for Shinichi x Kaito? Thank you so much.

THANKS FOR ASKING, I LOVE THIS PAIR OF FOOLS TOO MUCH. I HAVE A LOT TO SAY. Take romance, because I hate the M27 reveal and I'm petty. 1. First of all Shinichi is crazy, I don't doubt that this guy dreams that he was cheated and wakes up angry the next day because of it.

So he's stuck to Kaito all the time, nothing really fancy, he just locks arms and doesn't let go.

Shinichi won't say anything because he thinks he's stupid, at least that is until Kaito pushes him to find out what's going on, after that embarrassing confession, Kaito would say "you're the only one for me, I doubt I've ever met someone as smart and stupid as you", and Shinichi would be like "Calling me stupid was unnecessary", "I love you, dumb detective". 2. Kaito absolutely denied being in love with Shinichi, not just out of shyness, but because as a thief, actually being in love with a detective is the worst thing that could happen to him, so he did the most reasonable thing he could.

He started avoiding Shinichi!

Shinichi didn't take it well, and made a whole crazy and reckless plan to get KID to talk to him again.

When they finally meet, they manage to solve the problem of not talking to each other, but KID doesn't confess his feelings.

Instead, he starts bothering Shinichi by showing up at his house, making silly jokes, as if trying to wear him out, and he succeeds.

Then he asks the big question!

"Why are you doing all this nonsense?! I mean, it's unnecessary for you to come to my house and throw confetti on me at three in the morning! Are you trying to get me to kill you?!".

"No, I just like to tease you."

"Why are you so obsessed with me? Are you a kindergartener teasing the girl he likes?"

"…"

"Wait… What?"

Then there's an explosion of light. They eventually end up together.

3. Kaito gets nervous when Shinichi stares at him and doesn't say anything.

"What?"

Shinichi just stares at him.

"You look creepy like that, you know?"

"…"

"Why are you staring at me so much…? Is there something on my face?"

"No, I was just thinking that I'm in love with you."

"Uh, what?"

"I like you."

No matter how hard he tries to keep his poker face, it's hard, because he didn't expect that. 4. He tries to pick Shinichi up when he comes back to normal, but they both fall. So he decides to improve his physical condition so he can carry Shinichi.

When Shinichi stays late on a case and Kaito is around, he ends up picking him up, not letting him go no matter how much he kicks, wraps him in blankets and throws him on the bed to sleep. I can see Kaito wrapping him up in the blankets like a burrito so he won't get up.

5. When Shinichi gets sick, it's horrible, because Shinichi refuses to accept that he's sick and tries to escape.

He makes ropes out of blankets to get out of the window, but Kaito, his thieving boyfriend, knows how he thinks and is down there to catch him when he lets go because he's weak.

He found him once trying to get out of the kitchen window, but he stopped halfway because his fever went up, Kaito who went to get something sweet to eat looks at him amused.

"Do you want help getting out of there?"

"No, I know you'll take me back to bed to rest, but I'm perfectly fine."

"Mmh, if you're as fine as you say, why did you stop halfway?"

"Silence."

Unlike Shinichi, Kaito would just stay home if he was sick, but he wouldn't tell Shinichi that he was sick so as not to bother him, who would end up looking for him when he hasn't seen him for several days and only receiving messages that he's "busy".

He finds him on the couch at Aoko's house.

"Why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for a week, it's weird, you strangely stay away."

"I'm sick."

"I can see that, what I don't understand is why you told me you were busy."

"I was busy being sick, so we can't hang out, you should go home or work-"

"I'm staying, anyway, why did you hide that you were sick?"

"Ah, I just don't like you seeing me like this."

"Sick? It's not a problem."

"Vulnerable and not at all presentable."

"I like it when you're vulnerable, because it means you trust me and well, maybe you don't look as good as you do every day…"

"You know, you started that sentence off really well, but you ended it so badly."

"No, I'm not done yet, I meant, maybe you're not that presentable but… Is it wrong if I say that I still think you're cute?"

"…"

"Don't stay silent, you make it embarrassing and no, take off that poker face."

"I'm just surprised, you can be unexpectedly cute sometimes."

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morganski-19 · 1 year ago

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The One with Sleeping

Steve wakes up with someone’s arm wrapped around his stomach. Which is odd considering he didn’t have anyone over last night. And he’s on his couch with beer bottles on the coffee table and what looks like two crushed ends of a joint in the ash tray.

But he’s too groggy to figure it all out, and it’s probably just Robin anyway, so he leans his head back down and starts to fall back asleep. Until the other person stirs and sits up rapidly, causing him to fall off of his couch.

“What the fuck,” he grunts, slowly getting up from the ground. At least he’s awake now. “Why did you throw me off the couch Rob-.” Steve stops as he sees who’s on the couch. “You’re not Robin.”

Jonathan stares at Steve with a mix of concern and fear. “No, I’m not.”

“Why were you sleeping on my couch?”

“Why were we cuddling?” Jonathan asks, acting as if it was the more pressing question of the two.

Steve collects himself off the ground. “I don’t know. I tend to sleep cuddle people.”

“You sleep cuddle people. That’s a thing?” Jonathan sits up, running a hand through his tangled hair.

“Yeah. Ask Robin, she has a lot of stories about it.” Steve fixes his shirt, it having twisted weird when he fell off the couch. “Thanks for throwing me off the couch by the way.”

Jonathan makes a sheepish face. “Sorry. You scared me when I woke up.”

Steve sits down next to him. “It’s fine. So, why were you sleeping on my couch.”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan scratches at his chin. “I remember coming over last night for some drinks, and then we got high. We must have just dozed off.”

“Together, on the couch,” Steve reasons.

“You don’t think we, you know. Did anything, right?” Jonathan asks cautiously.

Steve laughs. “No, no we’re good. Even cross faded me knows not to flirt with my friends.”

“Does sober you know not to do that?” Jonathan deadpans. Having witnessed Steve play flirt with Eddie multiple times.

Steve clears his throat, avoiding answering that. “The point is, I wouldn’t have tried anything. Not with you, so we probably just fell asleep and somehow ended up in this position.”

“What do you mean not with me?”

“Oh my god,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Now you’re offended? You don’t even like me like that.”

Jonathan scoffs. “And neither do you.”

“Exactly, which is why I wouldn’t have tried anything.”

“But if it was Eddie, would you have tried something.”

“I’m not answering that.” Steve gets up to clear away the old bottles, carrying them over to the recycling can. “If it was Argyle, would you have?” he finally counters.

Jonathan’s face breaks out in a flush that he tries to hide with a cough. “Can we agree not to mention this is anyone?” he changes the subject. “Say I just stayed over and slept on your couch, alone.”

Steve shrugs. “I guess. What, you ashamed that we cuddled on my couch or something?” Jonathan looks away. “Oh my god, you are. How fucking dare you?”

“What do you mean? This isn’t exactly normal for the two of us.” Jonathan stands.

“Sure. But you wanting to hide it means you’re ashamed. Are you ashamed that you slept with me.”

Jonathan gives him a blank expression. “Please don’t call it that.”

“I am calling it that, because it was true. The two of us, slept on the same couch, together, also while cuddling a little bit. It happens, it was an accident. We use it as a funny story and move on.”

“Or we don’t mention it at all.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Alright, under one condition. You admit that was the best sleep you’ve gotten in a while.”

Jonathan huffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Chronic insomniac Jonathan, falling asleep for what looks to be about, oh I don’t know,” Steve looks at the clock on the oven. “Six or so hours, undisturbed. That had to have been a good night’s sleep.”

Jonathan scrunches up his face before giving in. “Fine, ok.”

Steve laughs in victory.

“It was the best night I’ve gotten in a while, you’re right.”

“For me too, actually.”

“Wait. Wasn’t Robin here last night?” Jonathan remembers.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Yeah, she was. Where is she?” He lightly taps on her door before opening it, finding an empty, unmade bed. “Shit, she’s gone.”

“So, she saw us,” Jonathan accepts defeat. “Great. Where do we think she is?”

There is suddenly a loud burst of laughter from across the hall. “Oh no,” Steve groans.

“We’re never going to live this down, are we?” Jonathan asks with a wince.

“Nope,” Steve says defeated. “We go in together?” He turns to Jonathan.

Jonathan nods. “Only way to do it at this point.”

Steve heads across the hall to Nancy and Eddie’s apartment. He nods at Jonathan before opening the door to ruckus laughter.

“There are the sleepy heads,” Robin teases on the couch. Waving her phone in the air. “Hope we didn’t wake you up,” she fake pouts.

Eddie comes out of his room with a picture in his hand, holding it close to his chest when he realized Steve and Jonathan are there. “Oh, hey guys,” he says with a knowing smile.

Nancy starts laughing. “How’d you guys sleep?” she asks innocently.

Argyle sits on the armchair with crossed arms. “Terribly, I hope.”

“I thought this would happen,” Jonathan whispers while pinching the bridge of his nose. “We slept as good as two people sharing a couch do.”

“You admitted it so fast,” Robin barks. Cackling.

“You all already know,” Steve defends. “Also, what the hell is in your hands?”

Eddie tries to cover the picture with his hands. “Nothing.”

Steve walks toward Eddie. “So, I can see it then?”

Eddie runs to the other side of the room, Steve chasing after him. They do a whole back and forth at the kitchen table, Eddie almost running into the counter when he gets away. Steve fails to catch up with him as Eddie does another lap.

Jonathan moves out of the way before he gets run into, walking over to a still upset Argyle. “It really wasn’t that great,” he lies.

“Don’t lie to me,” Argyle says, avoiding Jonathan’s gaze.

Eddie runs into his bedroom, unable to lock the door before Steve gets it open, following him in. There’s a crash, causing Nancy to perk up with concern. But when yelling and sounds of wrestling continue, she sits back on the couch, sipping her coffee.

“Fine, it was the best sleep I’ve had for a few weeks. But it doesn’t mean anything, it was an accident I promise.”

“Are you weirded out by this,” Robin whispers to Nancy.

She just shrugs. “Not really.”

“It was really an accident?” Argyle asks.

“Yes, I really didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Argyle finally looks at him, his face softening. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“No,” Eddie yells from the bedroom. “Don’t rip it.” Followed by a “Ha, got it,” from Steve. He walks out victoriously with the picture.

“Neither of you are bleeding, right?” Nancy confirms, not really caring anymore. Steve shakes his head.

Eddie comes out of the room, leaning on his doorway, panting. “Please don’t tear it up. It was my last piece of picture paper.”

“Out of all of us, why is it you that has a printer?” Robin asks. Eddie just shrugs.

“What is it?” Jonathan asks, wincing.

Steve walks over to show him. “What you think. Why did you print it out anyway?”

“To put on the wall of many shames,” Eddie says, pointing to the wall covered in pictures of the group scattered along the back wall. Some with pictures drawn on their faces and other various situations they’ve gotten themselves into.

Steve looks at Jonathan, who just shrugs. With a roll of his eyes, Steve walks over and tapes it to the wall.

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thoughtcascades · 5 months ago

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What are the consequences to keep in touch with an emotionally unavailable man that tells you that for now he doesn’t want anything serious and wants to see you only as a friend and know each others more?

Staying with an emotionally unavailable man who's already told you - "I don't want anything serious" - is signing up to get hurt, over and over again, and calling it love. It's self-destruction masquerading as patience. You're standing in a queue, waiting for a train that never comes. You already know it's not coming, but you tell yourself that maybe the timetable will magically change just for you. Spoiler: it won't. That guy is not a mystery to be solved, or a misunderstood anti-hero in a Netflix drama. He's just someone honest enough to tell you what he can't give, but selfish enough to keep you around anyway. And that's the game. He gets the comfort of your presence, your attention, your hope, without ever having to give anything real in return. It's exploitation on a vibratory level. He's feeding off the space you hold for him, while giving nothing but breadcrumbs. The audacity. The consequences: First, your self-esteem will take a hit. You'll start to equate your worth with his mood swings. If he's responsive and nice? You'll feel high, maybe you're winning him over. But if he pulls away or reminds you of "the rules" (friends only, remember?), you'll spiral. This inconsistency rewires your brain, making you crave the highs so much that you tolerate the lows. You become the one clinging to the possibility even though it's killing you. And he's fine because he's not attached to any of it. He's got his limits, his freedom. And you? You're drowning in his emotional currents. He doesn't want to "get to know you better". That's code for "I like what we've got going, so why mess it up by adding responsibility?" He's keeping you at arm's length, just close enough to keep you invested, but far enough to avoid accountability. He knows. He knows you care more than you should, and he's fine with that imbalance because it works for him. This isn't cluelessness. It's calculated selfishness. People like this thrive because society romanticizes this toxic nonsense. Movies, songs, social media - they all sell the idea that if you love someone hard enough, they'll finally wake up and see their worth. It's a lie. Love doesn't fix people. Your patience won't magically unlock their ability to care. And yet we keep buying into this garbage narrative, thinking we're the exception to the rule. We're not. Staying in this dynamic isn't just bad for you - it's bad for everyone. You're enabling his behaviour. By staying, you're teaching him that it's OK to use people as emotional placeholders. You're telling him that he can get the benefits of intimacy without the responsibilities. He'll keep doing it with you, and then with the next person, and the next. It's a cycle. And every time you make excuses for him, you're not just hurting yourself - you're hurting the world in a kind of existential ripple effect. You're losing pieces of yourself. Your sense of independence, your boundaries, your ability to recognise when you're being abused - it all erodes. You'll become someone who settles for less, someone who settles, someone who thinks they have to earn the love that should have been given to them for free. And for what? For a man who told you in advance that he couldn't give you what you needed? People will tell you to "just walk away" because it's sooooo easy. It's not. Walking away feels like ripping your own heart out. But staying? Staying is like letting them rot from the inside out. Choose your poison. Either way it hurts, but at least there is a way to heal. You deserve to be with someone who doesn't make love feel like a waiting game, someone who doesn't treat your feelings like a convenience store to be visited whenever they feel like it.

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EVER's Tool - Chapter 5

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc, Caleb x gn!mc (MC POV/Rafayel POV)

Warnings: Hurt/No Comfort, Angst, Talk of EVER Experiments and Torture, Violence, Gore, Suicide Ideation, Spoilers for all current story.

Word Count: 10112

Written: 7th March 2025

Notes: Established-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. You know that feeling when you're meant to only write like half of a chapter, and then resume the next day. But then you don't stop, and now it's past midnight, and your eyes are bleary? Yeah, got that feeling.

Now Playing: Heavy is the Crown, by Linkin Park

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You very nearly leave your new problem behind, when you wake up that morning. The ache in your body is so strong, you barely stumble out of bed. Groaning at the agony ripping through your temples.

The one night of peaceful slumber was short lived. You don't remember what haunted your sleeping mind, you just remember it being cold, painful. A familiarity, if nothing else. At least your nightmares are consistent, even if the exact image never comes to mind when you wake.

A note on the side greets you as you roll over to grab at your claw, fumbling with the prosthetic straps as you try to read, hunched over.

Sorry Pipsqueak, the Fleet called me back for a little while, I promise I'll be back soon. Stay safe, make sure you eat. Don't get too lonely without me.

Your hand shakes on the clips of your straps, moving away, so you can turn the note over in your hand. Looking at the back, like it will reveal something else. A joke? A bug? Stupid little paranoias that won't leave you alone.

Someone… left a note for you. To tell you they would be returning. To you. The feeling in your throat hurts, and you can't identify it. Heat behind your eyes, a flutter in your chest. Far more delicate than the pulse of your core. Than the tremble of your weakened heart.

Suddenly you want to talk to him again, like the previous night. Hair brushed back, comforting you in ways you didn't believe possible. Shown what gentle hands can do, instead of scalpel.

It's nauseous, in a way that makes you feel like you're falling, down the side of that building, mist reaching out to grab you. The fall terrifies you, the inevitable landing comforts you. Except this feels like there's no ground to greet. It's horrifying.

You push the note into a draw, nestled amongst underwear, cheeks warm. You don't want anyone else in this cage to find it, to know there's even a little bit of something that doesn't hurt in this world.

Lest they steal it out of your hands, now you finally have seen it.

Even if you still think of cold eyes, and sharp tongue.

Finally finishing changing, you're leaving through the door, before colliding with a chest. You step back, go to whip out your dagger, to place it under chin… before your hand comes back empty.

The cold is back, biting and sore and violent.

Ah…

You lost it. The only thing that was yours.

"Unicorn?" You blink up at your problem, as forest green eyes soften, and a hand extends for a moment, moving from a fist to knock on your door, to extend to your cheek. You step back, avoiding the touch as Zayne flinches, pulling his hand back. "Are you feeling better now?"

There's no response to him that wouldn't be a lie, "Fine." You offer, even if the lie burns on the way out of your mouth.

You're shocked when he laughs, a soft chuckle in the back of his throat, and a finger pointed at your forehead. "You're sti- a terrible liar." You reach up to feel at the furrow in your brow, and sniff, pulling away from him. "Should you not get some more rest? I'm not aware I have anywhere to be."

"I do." He doesn't require pushing past, he seems to be given you plenty of room when you move, perhaps he's wary of your bite.

Or simply doesn't want to be get too close.

You suddenly want to sniff yourself, a weird sense of discomfort that perhaps you smell. It's a stupid thought, why would it matter if your prisoner thinks you smell.

It's fine. It has to be.

"Without me? I was under the impression I wouldn't be let out of your sight." His steps fall into place beside you, easily, unharried and in control. You wonder what it would take to really rattle him. To shake the doctor into disarray. If kidnapping and attack didn't leave him shaking in EVER's walls.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe the head of the red eyed man on his bed.

You shake the image away, unsettled. You do not want more reasons for guilt.

You don't want to have to fight him again. After all, needless bloodshed is dangerous… cruel…

Violence should be used strategically. Thanks for the lesson, crime boss. You're welcome, Kitten. I'd hate you to think me cruel. No. Never cruel, Sy.

You stumble over the ground, arm turning to ice when Zayne catches your elbow. Left arm in his grasp, while you almost shake him off, the nausea builds. Head splitting.

"Darling?"

The crackling on the outer edges, the colours flicking in and out, the ice cold chill and bloodied handprints.

They're a child, they deserve better than this. They barely remember, we're not hurting anyone. We're hurting them, part of them remembers. When they flinch, when they hide from us, their soul remembers, even when they don't. They're barely human, what we learn could-

"Darling!"

Ice around your elbow, a frozen over hand gripping you, the chill grounds. Hurts, hurts but the ground is under your knees.

Your heart pounds and races and thunders. Screaming at you, trying to break out of its cage.

Hand on your cheek, turning your head to careful eyes. You want to pull away from him, push the doctor back. It's not his business, you're the problem, you did this, you're a-

Monster.

Scalpel in chest, electricity coursing through limbs, cold analytical eyes as you scream.

"Ph- Philip." You croak out, forcing it through a closing throat, through the pain in your chest. Desperate. You claw at the ground with the only one of your limbs you can control. It's grotesque carapace scratching into cold rubber ground.

Swirling and falling, sparking heat in your skin, a mess in your head, the yelling of the shadows…

You slip back under.

—------

You're under the ocean. Surrounded by fish, beautiful colours of rainbow.

The sea is pink, a whale sings as it passes you by.

You can breathe, turning carefully to avoid the jellyfish that float beside you, luminous and beautiful. Dancing on a current too small to take your own body. When you extend your right hand to them, silver metal glints back at you. Bubbling around the water.

A blue fish painted into the casing, as you look at it, waiting, you think it twists for a moment, before you're drawn back to the song of the whale.

A voice supplies in your head that it's young, you kick out, following it. Forcing yourself to remember how to swim.

Something EVER never taught you to do.

As you approach, the pink of the ocean darkens, slipping into red. The whale cries out, its song dipping into a eulogy.

Heartbroken, as it twists, and turns and sinks. Flesh melting away, bones falling through the ocean, further down than you can see into the darkness.

You reach a hand out, the silver darkening, cracks breaking apart the metal and the painted fish. Maybe if you- If you can reach- you can-

Clawing at the space where the bones fall through your grasp, where fish flee, where you watch it sink, your legs turn to lead.

You kick, and you reach, as the water fills your lungs. As it recedes into your body, pulled through your throat as you open it to scream.

As you watch the ocean turn to desert as you drown inside. Sinking into the cage of the whale fall, it's ribs your prison, and its haunted song turning to broken radio static.

What did you do?

There's a dagger in your claw, it drips black ichor over sand and you choke on water.

I have no need for traitors.

—----

You're warm, the chill in your body gone, despite the sore remnants of your broken heart's bloody chill still thrumming under your sternum. Your claw isn't attached, you realise as you try to reach out with it. Residual limb itching.

Instead, you reach out with your left. Hand touching something soft. You blink through the haze, the bleary vision, to see a blanket draped over you. It feels like fur, you think absently. Brushing your fingers through it, something twitches in the back of your mind.

Cats, curled up on laps, purring as gentle hands stroke behind ears.

Don't worry, the doctor will take good care of you.

I will if you stop hogging our patients.

Sharp spike of pain in your temples, you shake your head. The rattling only making your nausea rear its head again.

"You back with us, Unicorn?" A hand steadies your head, you pull away to glare, only to recognise Philip, who sits at your side. Looking over your chart. "Thought we were going to have more problems then, your doctor knows his stuff."

"What are you-" You look over, at the doctor in question, head leaned against the bottom of the surgical bed you're lay on. Pillowed against his crossed arms, glasses pushed up on his head. "I… What…" You tremble inside, and carefully pull your feet up. So you do not accidentally knock him.

You're not sure why. Something tells you he sleeps almost as little as you do.

You don't know why you care.

It shouldn't matter.

"What happened?"

Philip sits back, pulling his goggles back to sit around his neck, and ruffles his greying hair, "Well kid, I was hoping you'd tell me that. Your core spiked, large burst of energy, it almost shut your heart down. We got you in here, gave you some meds, hooked you up to my machine and stabilised you." He extends the tablet so you can read, even if you don't really understand what you're looking at for the most part. Numbers, more numbers, then lines.

An electrocardiogram.

It's rapid, and uneven, then it stops. Flat. Before it picks back up again. Steady. You press your hand to your chest, feeling it. Where the weak beat can barely be touched, a tiny broken little thing, desperately forcing the blood through your body.

"You had what looks like a heart attack, then you went into asystole." A vague feeling, like you've heard the term before, but can't pull the meaning into your mind. You can work it out though. A flat line on the rhythm of your heart, where it turned to silence. "The doctor did CPR, honestly, I- It was close."

You frown, staring at the line. It's long, stretches out across the ecg. Too long. It's too long.

You feel something twitching at the back of your mind, a sickness that won't be forgotten.

It just scurries away when you try to look at it properly. A shade that haunts but will not speak, so you can solve its unresolved issues that keep it tethered.

"I was hoping you could tell me what caused it." He pulls his tablet back out of your hands, turning to his notes.

You want to answer, looking over at the sleeping doctor, stress lining around eyes you know to be kind, even if you think he might be a fool for it. There's nothing to say, though, you're not sure. You… you're not sure. You tell yourself.

Except you do. Seeing ghosts, hearing voices. Your mind might be breaking, and pulling your already useless heart along with it.

A steady hand presses to your knee, and you look up at the scientist who offers you comfort when he can. When no one else would. One you can trust, enough to go to him when you thought you might be dying. One you trusted not to kill your charge.

Even if it was just a little bit, even if it was because you doubt him capable of violence.

Many scientists in this compound, so many capable of horrific acts of violence. Even if their arms were far more fragile, than the claw they attached to you.

You move your knee away from him, twitching away from the feeling of his gloves, and turn your face away. It aches, to be weak.

If you're weak, do they have any use for you here? What becomes of Caleb if you're marked for disposal? The doctor, with no one to protect him?

Aren't you more useful a tool, than whatever you are becoming to ghosts?

"Do your memories haunt you, Philip?"

You don't look at him, staring down at your hand, clenching and unclenching in your lap. Desperate. If only you had your dagger, something to hold. A reminder of who you were.

If you were anyone.

He exhales at your side, and that draws your attention, as he sits back in his chair again. Hand moving to his goggles, toying with the straps, twisting them around a finger. "Haunt me?"

His brow is furrowing as he thinks, you nod, and you worry you've said something crazy. Crazier than normal, you suppose, with the life you're leading. Blood caught under your nails, and in the cracks of your carapace. There is no normal here. "Like you… you turn a corner, and you see things, that aren't there?"

"Are you having hallucinations?"

"No. No… maybe." You feel all the weight on your shoulders when you sigh, aching, so heavy. It's all so much. "It's-" How can you even try to explain it, to put to words how tired you feel. Without bringing EVER down on your head.

You want to be fixed, you do. If the static goes away you'll be you again, right?

Whoever that person is.

You just don't know if you want the agony of what they'd do to fix you.

He leans forwards, and that familiar warm smile comes to his face, the kind that often greets you when you're trembling after an episode. The kind that reminds you he's careful with his tests. The kind that reminds you he keeps as many secrets for you as he can.

Hard to keep them all, with so many eyes around the place. Still, here is as safe as anywhere can be. At least you have no direct eyes on you.

"I hear things, voices I don't recognise. Noise in my head, like crackling." You don't know how else to describe it. The way it feels like you drop out from your body, into a broken image you can't see. The pain that has started to get worse and worse, like you're being punished. Punished for emotions and memories that aren't even yours. That you don't understand.

Like someone else is stuck in your mind. Screaming to claw out.

Alien.

"I don't have many memories left," Philip speaks, he walks over to the side, pouring out some coffee into a cup, and bringing it back to shove into your cold hands. The heat of it is comforting, but it makes the spark of static rip through the back of your eyes. He steadies your hands until it passes, but the scent leaves you with an aching emptiness in your chest.

It always hurts so much.

What were you, before you were this, that it aches so deeply?

"Whatever my life was like before, I don't remember it."

"Nothing?"

"No, I asked them to remove them. Well, I believe I did."

You're stunned at it, to request EVER to remove your memories… You'd heard stories, you'd wondered maybe it could fix whatever was wrong with you. To offer up your brain? It was easier thinking every vile beast here worked off their own backs for the monster that is EVER.

"Why? Why would you-" Lose who you were? Ask to have your place in the world taken away? Be alone. Here…

He fidgets a little, getting comfortable, and his smile is so sad, as he looks at you. It pierces your chest, the tears tremouring in the backs of his eyes. Like they can't break through, no matter how much they want to. "I was raised by EVER, with my twin, we underwent tests. I don't remember much of them, I don't remember much other than we weren't the only ones to go through it. I remember that one test didn't work out. My twin, Philip-" You frown, "didn't make it. They told me he died."

You want to ask, but you don't know how to. It's more than you've ever inquired from anyone already, hesitating on the edge of vulnerability, and hating every second of it. It is only that he responds with his own, that you don't leave the room.

"I took his name, I don't remember my own. We were connected, more than most people are. Felt each other's pains, emotions, everything. When he died, it was too much I think. All of what I had known was taken from me. My brother was gone, and I was all alone. I didn't know what to do, Leon offered me work with him. To keep studying the cores at his side, but I couldn't see past the emptiness."

Emptiness.

Like something is missing. Always missing.

"Leon told me EVER offered me the chance to forget it all, all the pain. That it would help me move forwards, make me capable of working, stopping it from happening to anyone else. So I accepted. Maybe I didn't want to have anyone suffer through what I did, losing the other half of their soul. Their closest friend. Maybe I just wanted it to stop, but I was a coward and couldn't do it myself." He laughs, but it's humourless, and the sound aches to hear, like he finds the very thought pathetic, "Maybe I was just willing to take the first option presented to me, how unlike a scientist.

"I don't remember anything though. My brother, I don't know what he looked like. If we were identical or not. I don't remember who he was as a person. I don't know how we spent our time together, what he sounded like, I don't remember anything. Just his name, because I've made it mine before they took it away. Before I-" He chokes on it, "Gave it away. Sometimes I wake up in agony, like I want to cry, but I can't."

You reach over, very carefully, to touch the top of his hand with your own. Stunned when he smiles at you warmly again, squeezing your fingers before it grows too much and you have to pull back. "Why do you still work for them?"

"Because I'm a foolish old man now, kid. I believed I could help people like me, but little changed, but now I can at least help with that heart of yours. Keep that core stable, maybe that's atonement. Something I owe to him. For forgetting him, for agreeing to forget him, like he didn't matter."

Is helping you really atonement, with all the blood on your hands, and the people you hurt for them? The inescapable prison, of the monster far bigger than you, that keeps you here. That even death can't seem to free you from.

You think about the flat line of your heart, for over two minutes.

"Some memories, Unicorn, might be worth forgetting. Not everyone wants to live with them, and that's your choice. If I can give you any advice though, don't tell them. Don't forget. Whatever is there, lurking at the back, it's precious because it's part of you."

"There's little precious about me, Philip." The name now sticks as you say it, but you remind yourself it's not like Unicorn, or Little Bomb.

It's warmer, a memory.

'Kitten' 'Starlight' 'Darling' 'Cutie' 'Pipsqueak'

Is that how it's supposed to feel?

"Whatever memories I have, maybe they're bad, maybe I'm- I was- I-" It doesn't come.

Monster.

A monster.

Maybe you were a monster.

Always this thing, that kills or hurts. You're good at it. You have to have been good for a long time, surely.

When Leon talks about you, it's with the acknowledgement in his voice that you are dangerous, a weapon.

Were you always sharp, and angry?

Or were you empty, unfeeling, cold?

What kind of person could you be, that you can't even be happy that Caleb is back? Someone who should matter. Was your heart that broken and worthless?

"Kid, the good thing about humans, is we're capable of changing. I don't think you're a bad person, I think you're as capable of good as you are of cruelty. It's your choice what to do with your own hand." He pats your knee again, "A terrible person wouldn't leave me cakes when they pass by my lab late at night."

You feel your cheeks heat up quickly. You were sure he wouldn't notice, or even come to think it was you. Pastries ferreted away on your rare escapes, brought back and left in an empty lab. A thanks for each time the tests didn't hurt. Even if you could never say the words out loud. Torn between anger and hurt, that he had any hand in your tests at all. A mess of feelings you couldn't untangle.

Leaving behind a desire to at least make sure he ate something.

The next scientist would be worse, after all, you assure yourself.

"I need to make sure you eat."

"I eat far more than you do, Unicorn."

You have no argument for that, turning your face away to look down at the doctor who still sleeps, you spot the slightest bruise poking out from his collar.

The broken heart drops.

You'd left a mark, on his skin.

It's not murder, you've done worse, but you want to be sick, at the very idea.

Capable of good, huh?

"Can we get memories back?"

"It's hard to say, some never get their memories back after trauma, others do. There's no sign you've had your mind meddled with, and if they're coming through, there's a chance you're closer to remembering than you'd expect."

You aren't sure if you want to tell him it's getting harder, more frequent.

Painful.

"If the strain of it, is effecting your heart, then perhaps we need to up your suppressants. I'll have a look into it for you, see what we can try to help alleviate the strain on your body. You need to eat more, and get proper sleep. That's not helping strengthen your body. Your protocore syndrome will just get harder to balance and treat."

"So my options are forget, remember and possibly die, or eat vegetables?" You grumble, downing the last of your, now cold, coffee.

His laugh almost makes you smile, but you nod, "I'll… try." You'll try, to eat, through the nausea. Maybe if you have a goal, the food here won't burn on the way down.

Or maybe you can take Caleb up on his offer to cook… will that be better?

You can't exactly bring Zayne out of the compound, and you can't leave his side.

"Unicorn, just try, whether you accept it or not, I would miss you if something happened to you." You want to think Caleb would too, that he'd be sad if you were gone, truly. "Doctor Li too."

"What?" You blink at him, then at the doctor.

"He was focused, never seen someone act more like a machine. Then when you were safe, he sat down there, and refused to move."

"I'm his prison guard." No, that's not right. "He's a good doctor."

Darling!

You exhale on a shake, hand twitching to reach out to him, before you raise it to scratch at the back of your neck. A little too rough, the skin stinging under blunt nails.

"Whatever he is, Unicorn, he didn't want you to die."

If you were him… would you have saved your prison guard? No, you wouldn't. You know you wouldn't. You would have let your own heart shatter. Let your body fail you.

You would not have rushed to help.

Zayne Li, a mystery of a man, with too bleeding a heart.

"Philip, I don't suppose you could get me something?"

—------

Rafayel paces the room. Kicking over one of the easels he can't bear to put away. A half finished painting sits on it, a beach view he had shared with you. Sitting watching the colours over the ocean. Candles along the beach, a picnic with rowdy voices. There's part of the sketch of figures, that he can't bring himself to finish.

Even less so now, that yet another of his loved ones has disappeared.

He's still dripping all over the floor, his scales haven't resettled into skin. His agitation and anger not eased at all. He feels the ache in his limbs, legs sore, but he can't stop pacing. Walking around in circles, burning like a roaring flame under his skin.

As if his hatred for EVER could get worse. The image of his people in their tanks, bone white and lifeless.

The worst of humans, cruel, always after what his people have left behind. Sending their dogs into Lemurian ruins. Stealing, destroying, hunting.

The storm outside worsens. Lightning ripping through the sky, as he hears the rain hitting the windows with force.

He needs to be out there, doing something, maybe if he finds Raincoat, he can get answers out of him. Even if it means a new Raincoat rears their head in the place of his corpse.

"Fish?" Rafayel does not turn, he feels like biting, like drowning. He wants to hurt, for all the pains he is feeling. "Come on now fish, talk to me." The hand is placed on his still wet bicep, turning him around. He looks up at Sylus, whose face is steady enough. Too steady.

Why is he always so steady?

"What do you want?"

"To talk to you, fish, you've been avoiding me and the prince."

Of course he had, he can't keep looking at what he could lose right in front of his eyes. Then he gets angry again, angry that he keeps losing things. Everytime it seems to be better, he forgets that loss is just there waiting to grasp at him.

"What do you want me to say Sylus? They're gone."

"It's going to be ok-"

He pushes the hand away, and steps away from Sylus, baring fangs at him as he snarls, "How? How is any of this ok? They're gone, they're gone and EVER could be doing anything to them-"

"Fish- Rafayel, you have to calm dow-"

"I don't want to be calm." He pushes over another easel, staring at the pink sunset painted ocean on the ground. Then chokes on the sob he wants to release but also refuses to, he wants to be angry. He doesn't want to hurt. "How are you so calm? Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you breathing fire all over the place, dragon?"

He throws his paintbrush holder across the room, watches the painted porcelain shatter, wishes he could bring himself to feel anything other than hurt.

"Or don't you feel anything?" He rounds on Sylus, hands in fists, flames flicking over his skin, "Empty dragon with nothing in his heart, so unbothered, so calm." He wishes he didn't see the pain flickering through garnet eyes. He shouldn't be saying this.

He shouldn't be saying this, but he can't stop. It hurts, it hurts, why can't everyone else hurt too, when it hurts him so much. "You're so calm, so much better than us." His voice breaks, the tremor coming out, and he feels pathetic.

Why won't it stop hurting?

"I'm trying to be calm for all of us." The voice is steady, like he's fighting through to keep it there. Sylus watches him, eyes never straying, even when the red dims.

"I don't want you to be calm. You should be angry!" He turns, marching to his studio bed, pushing over another easel as he does. A desert, with an oasis. A memory of opening up for the first time, truly sharing his heart. Why did he share it, just to hurt so much now?

He sits, staring down at his hands, at the trembling fish in his palm. A fish without a master.

Sylus kneels in front of him, looking up into tear filled eyes, brushes back hair so he can look into them. Rafayel cannot help himself leaning into it, the pain eases at the contact, but then comes back. Tearing at his chest, where his bond sits. Unanswered.

"I am angry. I am hurt. I am scared."

It tears the fight out of him, the air out of his lungs. "Oh."

Of course he is, Rafayel knows. Sylus feels so much, he cannot always show it, but he feels it. Deeply. He should have known better. He wants to cry more now, the burn behind his eyes is agony.

"But I have to be here, for you, for Xavier. I have to keep it together, for Zayne, for Kitten. I have to keep moving, Rafayel. I feel it, I promise."

"I know, fuck, Sylus, I'm sorry." He presses his hand to over Sylus' heart, the uneven, unsteady thrum. It's two joined beats. Two hearts he knows better than his own even. A sound he has slept to. A sound he could sing easily. Rafayel can never forget how any of his loved ones' hearts sound.

A lifeline.

"It hurts." He hiccups, hand tightening in Sylus' shirt, and his eyes spill over. The steady flow down his cheeks, the tinkling as they hit the floor, but he can barely be bothered to look as pearly tears scatter.

"I know Rafayel, I know it does." The warm hand over Rafayel's is slightly shaking, but steadies against his skin. Holding tightly. Another lifeline. His feet are back on land, and his heart doesn't want to shatter. Safety, and home.

Things that are worth fighting for. Yet it still aches, a memory of you fleeing him. Coming home to Sylus injured and struggling to move on the ground.

"Will we?"

Can things be alright again? Or will he lose yet another colour in his palette? Again. Over and over.

Is that all he has to accept in his life, to lose, everything, every time he blinks.

His head is tilted up, from his lap, to be held by red. Blazing and bright, full of righteous anger. A dragon who has been stolen from. "Fish. I travelled planets for them. Xavier travelled through time. You travelled the world. Are you so ready to give up now? Is that how little your bond means?"

"Of course not!" He snaps, and then breathes. No. His bond means the world. A lemurian's greatest strength and greatest weakness lies in their love. His bond marks him, brings his heart to life. Without it, colours lose meaning. His strength will not waver, while any chance exists. "Of course not." Said softer, steady, buoyed by the fiend at his feet.

"Then we'll find them."

"I just-" He exhales, "It was finally right, Sylus. It was perfect." Every day was warm, his home was something he was excited to return to. Every day he spent with someone he cared for, he loved. He could call, and text and always stay connected. To those who gave colours meaning.

Sylus' answering laugh is very soft, and very small. There's a quirk to his lips, eyes molten, "I know, Rafayel."

"I was happy."

"I know."

"I'm scared to lose it."

"I know, Rafayel. I really do." He reaches forwards, arms around Sylus' neck, buying his face in his skin. The man stands, lifting him, so that he can sit on the bed, and hold him. "We'll get them both back. I promise, Rafayel."

His voice is wet when he finally manages to respond, trembling around the edges, and he doesn't want to be seen, so he stays stuck to Sylus, "Raffy."

"Mhm?"

"Just for once, you get to use it."

The chuckle rumbles through him, and the warmth of a kiss is pressed to the top of his head, "It will be ok, Raffy."

It will, because it has to be. He can't lose anyone again. None of them can.

—---

Rafayel watches as Xavier cooks. He has little energy to do much besides keep an eye on any fire risks. Sylus had long gone, seeking out some information about the tracker he had planted on Zayne.

While he waits, hungry for a lot of things, Rafayel thinks, he stares at Xavier.

There's a coldness to him, like he's pulling away, and Rafayel isn't sure he can blame him. Living as long as any of them had, except for Zayne, he supposes, leaves you tired of grief. He knows Xavier blames himself. Not being there, on the mission you vanished on. Not being able to stop you, coming away with that deep gash in his chest.

Sometimes he looks like he's waiting for Rafayel to blame him. Anyone really. Waiting for them to call him a failure.

A worthless knight.

He has hurt too many people already, Rafayel thinks. Remembering the agony in Sylus' eyes as he'd thrown hurtful word after hurtful word. "Xavier."

The man doesn't speak, half nodding as he resumes working, busy hands chopping away. "It's not your fault."

Rafayel could spout poetry, speak around the issue, but he doesn't want them hurting. He doesn't want the knight's heart to shatter like a damaged sword.

He doesn't respond, but his hand trembles, the knife missing its target.

"If it's your fault, then it's all of our faults. We all failed."

"You didn't-"

"Stop them? Grab them in that cafe? I could have chained them up, dragged them back. I didn't."

He should have, but he'd been shocked, and shaken into inaction. His hands had frozen and so had his mind and heart. He was a capable fighter, an assassin. He'd plotted and killed many a man, all under your nose, all behind your back. He was not a fool, he was not useless. While he had hired you as a bodyguard, the truth always remained that he had no use for one.

His bounty had not been earned for nothing.

For all his secrets, for all the blood on his hands, he'd never wanted you to see that side. Even if he knew you wanted to. When you got back, he would. Finally, stop running, stop hiding. If almost losing you hurt this much, left him with regrets that could fill the ocean, he would change it.

"I never should have let them take that mission alone."

"Did you know EVER would grab them?"

Xavier's eyes narrow, turning on him, "How could you-"

"You didn't, because if you did, you would have been there. Not all of us can turn back time, and even you have limitations for it, star." There are few second chances, if they could, they would all go back. He has often wanted to redo bad choices. Change the past. If he could, he would do it in moments.

The present is all he has, all Xavier has.

"What good a partner am I?" It's quiet, but bitter. He rarely shares all the agony in his heart. Insular, before he opened up to you and to them. He has even now, only just started sharing his secrets. "I couldn't protect them. Any time they need me." The last part is almost too quiet, and Rafayel is relieved for his non-human hearing.

Regrets ran deep in his home, he supposed. In you, though you refused to share them and kept marching ahead even when you were bleeding and drowning. In Sylus, though he took them a challenge, bloodied hands still reaching forwards. In Zayne, using them as a way to get stronger, to create stronger walls. In Xavier, a sharpening stone for his blade, and a reminder of what motivated him. In himself, chains that kept him tethered… an ache under scales.

"I don't know why you don't blame me." Xavier speaks again, stirring a pot, pointedly looking down at it.

He can't blame Xavier, because there's no blame to be found. "If I'm blaming anyone, it's EVER."

The star's shoulders flinch. Jumping up, and his spoon clatters against the side of the pot. A sigh, careful hand takes it up, and resumes. "Right. It's EVER's fault."

He finally stands, rounding the corner of the kitchen counter, turning the heat of the stove off, and nudging Xavier into the seat. "Sit."

Xavier frowns, looking ready to argue, so Rafayel walks off, collects bunbun from the pile of plushies, and shoves him into Xavier's hands. "Your rabbit is sad, he needs some company."

"Rafayel-"

"No arguing, I can cook just fine." He picks back up where Xavier left off, watches as the prince places his chin on the top of the giant plushie. "You can get some sleep if you want?"

"Can't."

"What?" Of all the things he's heard, the prince not being able to sleep is not one of them. Though, when he thinks. He realises that in all his grief, the noise of it, that Xavier had not once lay down and gotten any rest. Drifting around from mission to mission, when he was not, he was investigating.

The bags under his eyes were now crystal clear.

"I just see them. Standing there." He buries his face into bunbun's head. Voice muffled, just barely picked up, "They don't recognise me, and they're so angry. Struggling in Sylus' arms. I see what EVER did to them, and I hear it in my head. That it's my fault."

Rafayel switches the hob off again, putting the pot in the cold oven, if he comes back to it, he comes back to it. There are more important things to worry about.

"Come on, food later. Sleep now." He makes his way to Xavier, hand gently easing the man out of the chair. Who blearily stumbles, like it's caught up to him. Like speaking the words has reminded him how tired he is.

Rafayel can't say he doesn't understand it. The exhaustion that sets in after the emotions. He feels it after his bath, after singing as loudly as he can, to air out all the agony in his heart. He never sung enough for you. The idea of losing that now…

The bedroom is tidy, but clearly not slept in. The longer time has gone, between Xavier not sleeping at all, Rafayel wondered if Sylus had even tried either. He had fallen asleep in the bath a few times, but that had not been for long. Lying down, he pulled Xavier into his arms, tucking his head under his chin, placing bunbun to the side. "If you can't sleep, at least lie down." Rafayel spoke, tucking them both in.

"Bossy." Xavier laughs, but it's so drained, and so broken, it sounds more like a choke.

He can't do much else, Rafayel thinks, never particularly sure how to ease the prince, who keeps everything so close to his chest. So he wraps his arms around him, carefully drawing patterns against his back, just behind his neck, and listens for the evening of his breath.

"You've never given up before, starry prince." He speaks, absently, staring up at the ceiling, as he watches fluttering eyelids. "I doubt you have it in you to start now."

"No. I won't." Said on a sigh, against his collarbone. "Not now. Not ever."

Regrets and commitment ran strong in his home, Rafayel mused. Bloody and broken, but crawling onwards.

It would make for a beautiful painting.

—--------

"What is this?"

"It's a tracker."

Zayne turns it in his hand, then looks at you with a brow raised. There's amusement in his eyes, but you choose to ignore it. "If you're in danger, you press that button, just in case you're not next to me. I'll be able to find you then."

"Ah, work smarter, and not harder?"

You snort, walking ahead of him, as you head down the hallway towards Leon's lab. "You can always throw it away, take the risk, see if anyone crawls out of the woodworks for your head."

"What a welcoming place this is, one part prison, one part venomous snake pit."

"EVER enjoy making people feel welcome." You're not ready for the words to come out with quite so much venom. Something uncomfortable in your stomach.

"So what else is that in your hand?"

You move the bag you're carrying behind your back, huffing, "You're very nosy for a man in danger, Doctor Li."

"Really now, have I gone back to Doctor?"

"Zayne."

"Much better."

You're not sure why that makes your stomach flip, you're willing to blame it on the soft look in his eyes as he looks at you. It unnerves you, as much as it warms. Perhaps he wasn't calm and in control, and he'd simply broken somewhere along the way.

"I believed I was under your protection anyway?" You look at him, only to find him purposefully looking away from you. You don't miss the quirk to his lips, "What safer place is there to be in this maze of white?"

"Has anyone ever told you, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?"

"Ah, but isn't it still a form of wit?"

You refuse to laugh. Pushing the door open to Leon's lab, to find him poring over documents. You put some extra force into it, slamming the door back against the wall. You hear something rattle and fall, and ignore the dirty look you receive, heading over to the coffee pot.

"Little Bomb, is it so hard to learn manners?"

"Where would I have learned them Leon? You? Do mad scientists have a good basis for manners? What about glee filled torturers?" You pour a cup, looking back to Zayne, "Want a hot chocolate?"

He nods, glancing between the two of you, as though trying to puzzle it out, "Please."

"Helping yourself to my cupboard again, Little Bomb?"

"What's yours is mine, right Leon? After all, you're my keeper." You spit the words, stirring Zayne's cup far more carefully than you stir your own. Unsure why, as you carry it over to him. "Here."

"Thank you."

"Any updates?" You aim at Leon, spilling more coffee as you lift the mug up. He stares at you, then looks down at the side. With very slow movements, you reach over for a tissue, wipe up some of it, then throw the tissue into the sink. "There we go."

You watch the tick in his jaw twitch. Irritation in his eyes.

Good.

"No new jobs, your job is to protect Doctor Li. If you want to be useful, then convince him-" Leon aims his sickening smile at Zayne then, who does not bother to respond or even look at him, sipping comfortably from his cup, "to work for us."

Us…

"Not in my job description. I do what tasks are handed to me by people higher than you, Leon."

"Then you'll be guarding him for a while longer."

You bare fangs at Leon, glinting and sharp, and speak at Zayne, without turning your focus away, "Hear that Doctor, you're stuck with me for longer."

"Ah, the disaster." He deadpans, "My prison experience has further deteriorated."

Leon rubs at the bridge of his nose, "If you wish to be a pain to someone else, I believe Raincoat was looking for you."

You can feel forest eyes on you, as you flinch. Another issue on top of your current ones. Nothing Raincoat wanted was good. He either wanted help, wanted to be a nuisance, wanted to boast, or simply wanted to test patience.

"I'm sure he'll find me at some point." You sit down on a table, near the doctor, watching him. He looks at you, head slightly tilted. You'd laugh if you weren't more careful, it's almost cute. "If you never meet Raincoat, count yourself lucky."

"My luck has landed me in the lap of EVER. I do not fancy my chances."

"Fair enough."

Leon scoffs, scribbling down on his paper, "Raincoat is just like you Little Bomb, a very handy weapon, when it works."

It's hard to stop yourself reaching over to wrap your claw around his throat. You would daydream about his face turning blue as he chokes without oxygen. Silencing him once and for all. Even if what he says is true, it still makes flames lick at your skin. You are nothing like Raincoat, not really.

He takes money. Kills for satisfaction and greed.

He never had to be here.

It aches in your residual limb, a pain you can't pinpoint. Maybe if you had any kind of memory, you would know why each part hurts, why you feel things you can't control.

You still haven't decided if you want to remember, but Philip's words have been playing in your head. The pain in his eyes.

Before you'd woken up the sleeping doctor, you think about him patting your shoulder, as you refit your claw.

Try to trust yourself, kid. Keep your eyes open.

You're still not sure what he meant, even though you've played it over and over. Trusting yourself seemed an unlikely occurrence. You trusted your ability to fight, to kill, to fulfill your jobs.

Well, trust in terms of desperation. You didn't want to be strapped down again, carved up and out. Watching them twist and pry your core. There were times you vaguely remember them pulling it out, but that was all you could recall. The gleaming red, flickering as a hand tightened around it, before you woke back up, stitched back together and healing up.

When you worked hard, they left you be for longer. Satisfied you were performing well. Not needing to punish you.

Keeping your eyes open was easy. No one in the compound could be truly trusted, you're not even sure how much you can rely on Philip, despite him being the kindest one you know.

There is a part of you that separates him out. Puts him on a pile of other, not like the other scientists. You truly just hope you aren't proven wrong, or right, depending on how much of a wounded animal you feel like.

"So who is Rainco-"

"Now Unicorn, ain't you introduced your new friend to me?" You exhale, moving closer to Zayne's side, so that you can keep an eye on him and Raincoat. Two killers in a room with the nicest doctor you've ever met. You'd laugh at the joke, but the punchline doesn't feel funny.

"You're not a friend, and neither is he. Reluctant colleague, unlucky charge. There. Introductions done."

"Those people skills still need work, huh?" He strolls in, hands in his pockets, "One day you'll get good at it, Unicorn, don't worry about it."

"What is it with EVER and codenames?" Zayne speaks softly near you, raising a brow.

It is not missed by your new headache, who laughs, "Some of us don't have names, Doctor Li. Our codenames are all we have left."

You flinch inwardly. As he looks at you, glint in his eye. The violent urge to attack him, claw in his chest, rears its head. You force it down. Nauseous. All you have left, huh? Two names that make you sick to your stomach, and remind you of chains.

If you remember, and it's still all you have. If it's all you've ever had? Is that… is that better?

It can't be, surely.

There has to be more, there has to be.

"You also have your snide attitude left, Raincoat. How lucky for you." Zayne speaks out next to you, his even smile never leaving his face, but you do not miss the careful way he moves forwards.

In front of you, just a little. Like you're the one who needs guarding.

Foolish, softhearted, idiot Doctor.

"What do you want, Raincoat? To spout more foolishness, or are you here for something important?"

"Can't I want to chat to a friend?"

"Like I've said before-"

"We're not friends, yes, yes. I can't believe you're in charge of guarding a doctor." His smile is wide, empty eyes and wide smile. Like a horrifying caricature of a person. You don't let him see the way your spine bristles, "They've put a prong collar on their favourite dog now, I see. What's next? FIling your fangs?"

If they ever try to file them, you promise to yourself your last moment with sharpened teeth will be tearing his throat out. When you crunch his larynx between your jaws, you cannot imagine a better service to the world, than taking out at least one Raincoat. Maybe the next one will be less unbearable.

"At least I do my work, and don't spend my time talking, Raincoat. Are you still disappointing your superiors? All those important jobs, taken out of your hands."

You watch his smile twitch, the emptiness in his eyes spark with irritation, but it's short lived. If nothing else, the man controls himself.

Shame, you would love to see him crack and fissure.

"I suppose you're right, we're the furthest from friends, I'd pick mine far better than some feral dog."

"Do you even have any? I'm sure-"

"Are you two going to keep arguing like children in my lab? If so, I'm going to go to a meeting. Leave it in one piece when you're done." Leon stands, pushing his chair back in, picking up his papers and walking off. You barely glance at him, keeping a careful eye on the only real threat in the room.

A man who exaggeratedly waves at Leon as he walks past, "Bye bye, Doctor Leon."

Then he turns back to you, "Come on now, Unicorn, I'm not here to kill your charge, you can settle down a little bit. I was just curious. Can't imagine you being kept in a cage."

Is this whole thing not a cage? Every hallway, every room, every day spent here. He can leave freely, wander around. You're both dogs, he's just better at lying.

Perhaps if you'd ever been good at it, you'd be better off.

You can't lie at all, Starlight, you should leave the talking to me. I can do the mission! I know you can, but you'll start fidgeting and laughing if you try to lie. You've never been good at lying. It's cute.

You reach a hand out, steadying against the table to keep yourself from falling over. Raincoat's eyes go to your hand, then back up to you. It takes too long to right yourself. To breathe steadily again. You can feel him studying you, making notes. Weakness, presented to him. It's a chilling feeling, on top of the pain spiking through your head.

A reminder that just like you watch him for the day you have to kill him, that he does the same to you. That either one of you will end up on the list one day, and whoever is left will have to be the hunter. EVER's favoured dog.

If you're the one on the list, you will take him with you, no matter if it finally kills you.

A warmer hand settles you into a chair, and offers you water, which you down quickly. Feeling the icy chill of it, pulling you out of the world of static and broken images. "You should eat."

It's warmer than you deserve, you think, but indicate the bag you'd carried in.

"You bought cake? Oh Unicorn, you shouldn't have." Raincoat peeks over, looking in as Zayne takes things out. He purposefully pulls it away from the man, placing things in front of you, and then keeping close. "Really now, you're just as bad, Doctor Li, and I thought you enjoyed sharing. With cats, children, Onychinus' leader."

You flinch at the name, a caw in the back of your mind. The vision of a black raven streaking across the sky. An Arbiterwing, screeching an angry song as it swoops down.

He does not pay any attention to Raincoat, of which you're glad. The man presses buttons to test people's breaking points. The only reason he studies his targets is to torment them, break them down. You know his methods, you do not like that they are aimed at your charge. It's just… hard to see through the wavering in your eyes.

A macaron is placed in front of you, and the warm voice sounds nearby, "You got these from Destiny Cafe?"

You force a nod, "Philip-" It hurts, but as you shove it into your mouth, you're relieved that the familiar taste isn't ruined. Doesn't turn to ash in your mouth. Doesn't make you throw it back up. "Grabbed them for me." You say through a full mouth, "Strawberry macarons, like you said."

"How cute, you really have become friends."

The static eases back, and you finally find your strength, through the dull ache in your temples. Glaring, baring fangs at Raincoat, "If you want to annoy someone, do it elsewhere."

"Shame you might have to kill him at any point right? When he never agrees to help them."

Zayne's jaw ticks then, shoving a macaron into his own mouth. The temperature drops, and you feel the cold around you.

"Or hey, maybe they'll put a chip in his head too-"

Too?

"You talk far too much, I see no one ever taught you the lessons of humility and the value of silence." Zayne delivers, chilly tone and cold eyes.

Raincoat laughs, shrugging his shoulders and pulling away finally, grinning, "I guess not. I'll leave you be to your snacks then, Unicorn, and your new, and only, friend." He almost pats your shoulder, but you're aware enough to pull away from him. His hand passes through air and he smirks, "So antsy. Don't worry doggy."

You think about clamping your fangs around his hand and biting through the muscle. Reaching with your claw to tear his sternum out. He would taste like rot, you think, but maybe it would be worth it to finally quieten him.

You're sure everyone tied to EVER would taste like rot. You, Caleb, even Philip. He'd talked of atonement. Was that even possible?

You watch as Raincoat goes to leave, before the door swings open, and two figures, far smaller, barrel in and through him. Barely keeping himself on his own feet.

Two kids, you wouldn't be able to guess their ages from a look, but they only come up to Raincoat's mid-thigh.

"Where are they?"

"In here right? Everyone said they spend time in Mr Leon's lab."

"You?" One of them points at Raincoat, "Are you a Unicorn?"

"Excuse me?"

"No, Mori! He stinks, plus he doesn't have a cool arm."

"Morgie, look look!"

You feel a sense of foreboding, that tends to come when you've been spotted by someone with any level of combat skill. The kind that makes you turn in time to catch a dagger to the back. The kind that alerts you to wanderers as they appear behind you.

Except this is for two children, who barrel right through and up to you. Nigh-identical faces peering up at you, and then looking at the macarons the doctor was part way through devouring.

"What in the-" Raincoat exhales, walking further into the room as he watches.

"Can we try one?"

"What?"

"Or are they just for the man with the glasses?"

Zayne blinks, "There are children here?"

"Hey! We're eight!"

You want the static headache back, that one is familiar now, a feeling you're getting somewhat used to, despite the agony of it. This new headache, is loud. Hands reach out for the treats, before you finally snap out of it, "Hey, no. Who are you?"

They freeze, stepping back, and both bow in unison. Bending at the waist like dolls on string. When they stand back up, they're both wearing big grins, crooked teeth and curly black hair. One's eyes are dark blue, the other bears silver. One has their hair in a long side braid, the other has it free.

"Why are there children in EVER's compound?"

"You want the honest answer, Doctor Li?"

His jaw ticks, looking over at the twins who are watching the three of you, curious and amused, but still glancing down at the treats. Zayne exhales, pushing two over to the two, then begins to rub his head. Exhaustion coming back into his freshly rested body, you figure, as his shoulders slump.

"I'm Morrigan!" The one with the braid grins, their hands grubby as they shovel crumbs into their mouth.

The other one is neater, carefully nibbling the edges, "I'm Morgana."

"You should be with your handler, kids." Raincoat speaks out, looking out of his depth for the first time since you'd met him.

You'd laugh, if you didn't also feel at odds. Twins… your thoughts go to Philip. The initiative to test twins had never stopped, you'd heard it talked about. Whenever you had, you thought of twin baby crows for some reason. Hopping about and eating crumbs. Seeking out the shadow of a bigger one.

It was a small fleeting piece of static. It did not hurt as much, you thought, just… made you feel like you were missing something.

"Shouldn't you two have masks?" Escapes you, on an exhale, through the dull pain.

"What?"

"No… nevermind, it's nothing." You have to get it together, Raincoat would easily take any excuse to drag you in front of those higher up than Leon, if you begin fraying at the edges. Anymore than you already are.

They look at you, and shake their heads, but don't seem bothered by the question, too busy looking at the macarons, then back at you.

"We're looking for a Unicorn, they're going to train us!"

"Excuse me? I think-"

Raincoat laughs, actually laughs, looking at you like he cannot imagine anything funnier. You frown at him, resisting the urge to show the kids their first 'lesson'. How to rip a man's arms off, and beat him to death with them.

"You've got the wrong person, kids. This one has the social skills of a plank of wood."

"You're a Unicorn?"

"Unicorn, just Unicorn, not 'a' unicorn." You sigh, not sure why you're even bothering to argue with them. It's not as though you want the title. You just don't really like being compared to Raincoat. A title that passes down.

When you're gone, you hope that's it. No more beasts, with heads prepped for the sword to be plunged through. A macabre reminder of what EVER will do, even to things that are supposed to be unique.

"Hey mister, can we have another one?" You watch as their attention is taken from you, pointing at the bag. He acquiesces easily, offering them more. Even though his smile does not grow wider, you can't help the odd heat in your chest at the warmth in his eyes. You remember Raincoat's words. Offering sweets to children. It becomes easier to understand the way he is a good doctor, as you watch him.

The guilt settles heavier in your stomach. He shouldn't be here. He should be out there, doing something better. Not being tarred and sullied by EVER, and their cruelty.

They eat gleefully, and you watch them as they do.

Caleb, I want one of those! One day, pipsqueak. Will we have all kinds of sweets? Like them? We sure will, whenever you want, yeah? I'll get it. One day. Whatever you want. Promise? Promise, Pipsqueak. Always.

"This one is the Unicorn, you're looking for." Raincoat laughs, pointing at you.

You flinch as they round on you, with grubby hands and excited eyes, "You're real!"

"We thought they were teasing us."

"'Go find Unicorn, and get them to train you.'"

"'Then you can stick around, and we won't send you off.'"

"So we came to find you!"

The two are right in front of you, staring up at you with sparkling eyes, before you can even hope to prepare for it. You flinch back, and hear the soft laugh to your side, from a man who is having far too much fun, in his own prison.

The twins smile, you can tell they're trying their hardest to look as endearing as possible, as one of them tries to grab for your hand. Which you pull out of their reach quickly.

Avoiding being smeared with crumbs, and macaron filling. The idea appealing even less than the two kids clinging to you.

"Please train us!"

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