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flowerbeom · 5 years ago

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Double Pepperoni | LJB

Part of The Pleasure Chest | A GOT7 Cringe Collaboration

Lim Jaebeom x Female!Reader Genre: College AU, Crackhead Comedy Smut Rating: Mature. So very mature. Warnings: Bad puns, Swearing & Explicit smut scenes. Word Count: 4k

Concept: to: [email protected] hey cass, its me. your best friend. or what’s left of her. remember that kinda hot but kinda gross pizza delivery guy? the one with the nose ring and always smelt of cheetos? yeh, he’s looking less gross these days. what?! don’t judge me. desperate times call for desperate measures. it has been 154 days since i’ve had sex. shit’s dire here man.

A/N: If you lean into how bad this is purposefully meant to be, you’ll really enjoy it.

All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

Day 97

📧 to: [email protected] hey cass! yes my phone is still broken, and i have no idea when im going to get a new one cause im broke from visiting you in another goddamn country - so just suck it up and reply to my emails like the good best friend you are. fuck i miss you already! why the hell did you have to be smart and shit and get into that international program and go to college in Seoul of all places! do you know how far away that is?! 16 hours cassandra! 16 fucking hours on a plane with no leg room, subpar food and a middle aged balding man snoring next to you the entire time so you get no sleep on a 16 hour flight AWAY FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND. it was really good to see you though, can you thank mrs kim again for me - you really struck gold with that housing sitch you got - especially your roommate! that fine ass college freshman you DID NOT allow me to fuck! yeh yeh whatever, i get it - how the hell are you meant to look mrs kim in the eye again when your childhood best friend who you talked up to be an angel fucked her only son on the fold out couch. yes i get it, stop rolling your eyes at me. either way, its still the dry season down here. miss you, love you. bye.

It’s funny how jet lag after coming home from a holiday feels almost identical to a hangover; it’s a painful reminder that something that was quite enjoyable is over. The headache feels almost the same, along with the cotton mouth, hunger, dehydration and utter disappointment and resentful emptiness that the fun you were having is completely done - but only one makes you hurl your guts out at the smell of orange juice. Condolences to those who are unlucky enough to hurl in both instances.

Either way, that’s where you found yourself - Thursday night, half unpacked suitcase lay in the middle of your living room, eyes bloodshot and staring blankly at the television; an all consuming headache pounding between your temples. Lucky for you, you knew a sure fire way to get rid of it without painkillers. Insert Mr. Pene Falso. No literally, insert it. You didn’t call your vibrator Fake Penis in Spanish not to insert it. And in case anyone hasn’t caught on yet, an orgasm legitimately helps get rid of a headache. Try it next time.

As ever, positioning is important - preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down to your ankles, one leg completely fished out. Sideways lean, cushion under one elbow, completely bare leg propped up onto the couch; allow for maximum spread when those pre-orgasm hip rolls start. Set Mr. Pene Falso on one, there is no need to go hard straight away - ease into the session, let the endorphins build. You have been deprived of a real penis for a while, so you know you’re eager; but a little self control will yield the most delicious of results.

You will run the long race to Destination Stimulation and you will bite that bottom lip as your eyes roll back into their sockets as your long awaited, slow built, easy increase of settings on Mr. Pene Falso brings home the most delectable of orgams. It will not be a dry night, no sir. So lower that beautiful vibrating, bright pink silicone wand onto your clit--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

Who the fuck..? Your eyes snapped to the front door, your hand clenched around your vibrator just millimetres away from your clit. A small loosening of your grip dropped the angle and the tip of your vibrator dipped against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. A gravely moan escaped you; your focus immediately brought back to the task at hand. Literally.

Ignore it, it’s probably no one important. That’s what you told yourself, shaking your head and leaning back against the couch once again. You licked your bottom lip at the enticing notion of self-induced euphoria. Spreading your legs further than before, you corrected your grip and pushed Mr. Pene Falso into you. Your head dropped back involuntarily, your teeth marked your bottom lip and those pre-orgasm hip rolls started slowly. It felt devine, finally some release; a little bit of pleasu--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

“Who the fuck?!”

“Pal’s Pizza!”

Tossing Mr. Pene Falso aside, you yanked on your sweatpants, wiped the one bead of sweat off your brow and stampeded to your door.

“You got the wrong house, buddy!” Ripping it open, your rage was greeted with a face you had not seen in a long time. Your eyes blew wide, as the eyes of the man before you narrowed; complimenting the smirk etching across his face. The ever familiar smell of cheetos, weed and pepperoni of years passed filled your nostrils and nostalgia wasn’t a word you wanted to use in that instance, but repressed memories were being dug up nevertheless.

A few moments of stone-cold silence passed before a subtle hum started to invade your auditory peripherals. Leaving your eye-line, Mr. Pal’s Pizza leaned sideways, throwing his smirk into the apartment behind you and directly onto the bright pink silicone wand still vibrating on your couch. All colour drained from your obviously stiffened face.

He scoffed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your alone time. Mind if I join you instead?”

Day 106

📧 to: [email protected] hey cass did you know that there’s a woman in Georgia, who due to a rare disorder, experiences hundreds of orgasms a day? she’s just persistently aroused and will climax any time, anywhere - even in the most obscure of places. whereas I cannot even have one, in my own goddamn apartment. because you will never guess who delivered a pizza to the wrong house last week. Crusty Jae. Yyu heard me. Fucking Lim Jaebeom from high school! Who by the way, still looks like a tryhard 2006 Skaterboi with his stupidly baggy jeans, Stussy t-shirt and bad haircut - or lack thereof who fucking knows. AND he still smells like damp. No no, he doesn’t smell damp. He smells like damp. Like the idea of damp. but istg i could still cut myself on that jawline of his. and come to think of it, I haven’t had pizza in ages. miss you. love you, bye.

Day 114

“Seriously dude, you need to stop ‘delivering pizza to the wrong house’. It’s getting pathetic.” You feigned irritation despite taking the box out of Jaebeom’s outstretched hand.

“Bruh, I am not. The guy’s next door never answered. So you--” He shook back his overgrown fringe and shifted all his weight back, angling his pelvis towards you. His eyes traipsed up and down your frame, saliva clearly pooling under his tongue. “-- get a free pizza delivered by this handsome mug.”

You didn’t even try to bury the scoff that escaped you as Jaebeom dug two thumbs into his chest; a pungent smugness wafting from his stained Pal’s Pizza t-shirt. You practically laughed in his face. Yet he didn’t waver.

“You’re still the same overconfident creep from highschool, Jae.” Jaebeom faked offense, a hand slapped on his heart - leaving a faint damp hand print.

“And I still managed to nab all the ladies.” Sliding his tongue over his top teeth, he winked and you almost gagged. The fact that Crusty Jae, the school’s resident stoner, managed to have the highest body count by graduation is something that still baffled you. Something must have been seriously wrong with the girls who let that inside them. There were rumours of course, but you weren’t willing to explore any of them to prove if fact or not.

Lifting the lid, you inhaled a glorious whiff of mozzarella and pepperoni but caught Jaebeom scratching his head from the corner of your eye; little flecks of dead skin floated to the ground and you couldn’t help but focus on the flakes of what looked like parmesan on the top of your pizza. Horror ensued, visible in the quiver in your voice.

“You.. you don’t make the pizzas do you?”

Jaebeom smirked, and ran a clammy hand through his greasy hair.

“Nuh babe, I just deliver them.” He punctuated his statement with a wink and pucker of his lips. You were not comforted and turned away before he could see the grimace on your face. You dropped the pizza box onto your couch and fished a twenty-dollar-bill from your wallet and returned to the door to slap it into Jaebeom’s hand.

“Nuh baby, it’s free.” He insisted with a stupid slanted grin. You shook your head, pushing the money harder into his hand and away from your door.

“Keep the change.”

“Damn, thanks for the tip.” He smiled softly. Maybe he isn’t so much of a creep anymore.

“Want a taste of mine?”

You couldn’t have slammed the door in his face any harder.

Day 129

European. What about Lebanese? Kirby? No, too short. Continental? Way too long. But then again Kirby cucumbers have girth, and it’s not all about length. It’s how you use it. Would you go raw? Or would you wrap it? How sturdy are Kirby cucumbers? You’d obviously have to wash it first. Oh shit, could they poison you if it smooshes up while inside you? No, well you eat them so they can’t be too dangerous. How much lubrication would you need?

“Little to none if you’re warmed up enough.”

Cutting off your mental ramblings and ripping you back into reality, your head snapped towards the voice. Jaebeom’s voice. Of course it had to be Jaebeom. Why is he suddenly everywhere?

“Excuse me, what?!”

“Lubrication. You wouldn’t need any if you’re warmed up. Cucumbers just slide right in.” He said with total confidence as if speaking from absolute experience. If anything, the pompous smile was enough to tell you what he was saying was true. You tried to swallow and gasp at the same time, causing you to start choking in the grocery store.

“Wh-wait-what, I was saying all of that out loud?!” You prayed it didn’t say all of it out loud.

Are you really that delirious from lack of sex that your pathetically curious and completely comedic wonderings about cucumbers as dildos was said out loud in the grocery store?! Have you become that incapable of controlling yourself that you can’t even keep being a horny bitch on the inside?! Must you zone out in full stereo?!

Jaebeom giggled.

“Maybe. I heard from about ‘What about Lebanese?’.”

You froze, the hand gripping your shopping basket growing dangerously limp.

“So pretty much all of it.” Jaebeom laughed again and reached across you to pick up the thickest Kirby cucumber from the pile and dropped it into your basket.

“Think of me.”

“What!?”

His smirk thawed you completely, leaving you standing in a lukewarm puddle of distaste. “Later babe.”

Seriously, you needed to find every girl who fucked him in highschool and just ask them “WHY?!”

Day 147

📧 to: [email protected] hey cass he ran out of battery I have no spares I live in a wasteland of despair miss you love you bye

Day 165

ring-ring-ring

“Pal’s Pizza, can I take your order?”

“Hey Jae, it’s me. The usual please.”

“Stuffed Crust?”

“No thanks.”

“No probs. How about I stuff you?”

“Bye.”

“See you in twenty minutes!”

Day 167

📧 to: [email protected] hey cass I think I’m living in a permanent fever dream today in my tech drawing class my professor told me if I lick the tip I’ll get better results so I asked him, if i let him lick my tip would I get extra credit? HE MEANT MY PENCIL CASSANDRA, HE MEANT TO LICK THE TIP OF MY PENCIL SO I GET THICKER LINES what the fuck is wrong with me?! oh I know. it has been 167 days since I’ve had sex ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN DAYS and Mr Pene Falso still does not have new batteries. miss you love you bye

Day 175

You had never felt more accomplished in your life. In one hand rested your brand new phone, shiny and in-built with all the things to keep your easily distracted brain entertained. No longer did you have to make calls from the decrepit pay phone outside your apartment building. No longer did you have to sit on buses and pretend to like reading. No, you were reunited with the technology of your generation and you were ecstatic. Full time college and part time employment didn’t always meet the needs of your demanding lifestyle, but you saved enough to finally get a brand new phone.

And in the other hand lay two beautiful AA batteries. You know perfectly well what they were for. You were equally as ecstatic. But for some reason there was one person you wanted to talk to about it.

Your fingers dialed the number almost on their own; muscle memory taking over. It rang six times.

“Hello?”

“CASS!” So excited to hear your best friend’s voice you tripped on the corner of your rug; your body colliding with the couch.

“Holy shit, you finally got a phone. Took you long enough.”

“Shut up, I’ve been busy.” Rubbing the part of your shoulder that managed to miss abundant cushioning on the couch and hit the tiny piece of wooden framework beneath it all.

“Sure. Busy trying to get yourself off every chance you get.”

The fingers trying to unscrew the bottom of your vibrator halted; your bottom lip folded between your teeth - a pout formed in your silence.

“I--” Lost for words you resumed unscrewing the cap, placing one battery into each slot.

“You’re probably gonna go masturbate after you get off this call.”

The last battery dropped in with a clang, albeit muffled by Cass’s muffled laughter.

“You know I’m messing with you right?”

“..Yes.”

“Good. So how’s Crusty Jae?” She continued to laugh as you groaned.

“Dude, can you please explain how he managed to pull so much in high school?! Please! Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?!” Suddenly incredibly frustrated, you screwed on the vibrator cap with so much gusto that your grip accidentally turned it on; the abrupt buzzing ripping out a quiet yelp.

“You know his nickname used to be Double Pepperoni.” You scoffed so hard, you felt it in your ribs. “Nuh apparently he was packing.”

“What? Like what, like he always had slices stuffed in his pockets?”

“No, like p-a-c-k-i-n-g.”

“I highly doubt that flat-ass McGee is huge.” You smirked while Cass tried to stop herself from choking on laughter. “And even if he was, dude, I still don’t understand how that seemingly unhygienic mess can score so much.”

“Bro, I don’t know either. But from all the girls I’ve ever talked to about him, they all say that whatever he did to seduce them or whatever - their reactions were purely carnal.” You made a pathetic noise, like a dying car horn to highlight your skepticism. “Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap. Fuck him once, have a great time but then refuse to ever bring it up again. Except to me.. Cause after all, it was Crusty Jae.. But that’s beside the point.”

“They’d just ‘snap’?”

“Yup. Like a fresh green bean.”

“Weird metaphor.”

“But you got it.”

“Sadly. I’m going to go now.”

“Happy Orgasm!”

“Fuck you.”

“Miss you.”

“Love you.”

“Bye!”

From putting down one electronic device to picking up the other, you settled into the couch cushions with Mr Pene Falso in hand - recharged and ready to go. Yes, you were obviously going to prove your best friend painfully correct by getting off as soon as you hung up that call, but honestly - fuck it. You deserved it.

Remember, preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down your ankles, one leg completely bare. Hair pulled up into an overeager and messy as ever bun. Sideways lean. Mr Pene Falso, setting one.

It’s not meant to be pretty, the faces you pull while masturbating. And the sounds one makes, equally as carnal. But who the fuck cares. You’re doing this for you. And as those pre-orgasm hip rolls get more and more intense as your clit is vibrated right down to Destination Stimulation, you moan in pleasure for you know you are finally getting what you’ve wanted for so lon--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

“Hey it’s me!” Your head snapped so fast to the door it cracked every bone in your neck.

“Jae!?”

“Yeh, can I come in please?”

“Oh come on, what the fuck!?” Fury swallowed you whole, Mr Pene Falso slamming into the ground in a fit of rage. “What do you fucking want, Jaebeom?!”

“Please, I need--” Jerking your pants back on, you charged at the door; ripping it open.

“Need what?!”

“-- to use your bathroom.” Sheepish eyes met your own; blown wide and shaking. Jaebeom stood before you, pizza delivery bag hung loosely in his hand; completely soaked from head to toe.

“Sorry, it’s fucking pouring outside and I delivered next door and I just want to dry off a little, that cool?”

His usually loose shirt clung to his body, every inch of his torso outlined. His hair, normally shaggy and overgrown, was completely pushed back off his face; slick and saturated to show every carved line of his face. Was his eyes always this piercing? Or was it only because it was in context with the rest of his beautiful face?

“So..?” Jaebeom reeled you back from your slow descent and you shook it off violently.

“Uhh yeh, that-that way.” Throwing a thumb over your shoulder to show him the way, Jaebeom slinked past you; a marginal waft of damp weed followed behind.

What has gotten into you? This is Crusty Jae we’re talking about here. You are not meant to find him attractive. Nothing about him is meant to be attractive. But there you were - standing in your hallway, dumbfounded as you watched Jaebeom take off his shirt and wring it into your sink. You tried to tear your eyes away from how broad his shoulders were, or how all the muscles around his waist tensed as he squeezed all the water out of his shirt. You couldn’t even fight off the shiver that crawled down your spine when you watched his triceps flex when he pushed his hair off his face. You swallowed hard when that shiver landed right between your legs.

“Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap.”

He didn’t see you come up behind him but he felt the hand you placed in the middle of his back. Turning to face you, his eyes were as dark as yours were crazed.

“Sup.” His cheeto breath didn’t deter you.

“You’re a pal, right?” You swore you couldn’t sound any more desperate.

“Says so on my shirt.” You couldn’t quite figure out if it was Chipotle or Flamin’ Hot cheetos. But it wasn’t the time or the place. You had needs.

“Be a pal then.” Jaebeom quirked a lewd and curious brow. “Get me off.”

The speed of which he had his hands under your arms and lifting you onto the benchtop was frighteningly fast. Your shirt was pulled hastily over your head and thrown aside, your pants were torn down your legs equally as fast. You had no time to question, no time to doubt - not when Jaebeom’s mouth was on yours, his tongue rolling over your teeth as if searching for hidden cheetos in your cheeks. But with the way his thumb circled over your clit through your underwear, you weren’t going to complain. Go on, fish for those cheetos baby.

Through wet and messy kisses, your hands tracked down his chest; stopping at his belt buckle. Of course, you thought, it was one of those snap closure canvas belts - ridiculously too long and matched his ridiculously baggy jeans. Nevertheless, you snapped open the buckle, fished it out of the loops and his pants fell instantly to the ground.

Jaebeom broke away from your mouth, leaning back to make room for his hands to pull off your underwear; just to have his lips crash back into yours the moment the lace garment hit the floor.

“Conmg-do. Cone--. Con-” You mumbled against his mouth. Strong hands pushed against his chest; disappointed eyes flashed for a moment, before turning devious at the sight of your naked breasts.

“Condom.” He nodded and you swung around to grab one from the medicine cabinet. Rounding back to face him, you saw his underwear was on the ground, his very erect penis greeting you fully. Double Pepperoni…

He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, slid the condom expertly onto his length and caged you against the mirror in one fluid movement. He waited, paused for effect if you will and you weren’t having any of it. One hand scratched into his hair, the other pulled on the chain around his neck.

“Oh, you want me to stuff you do you?” Said with total hubris.

“Like cheesy crust.” Who have you become?!

Jabeom’s heavy hands found themselves on your hips, pulling you down onto his dick. He filled you wholly, deliciously; throbbing against your walls so achingly good that you didn’t even care that you could feel crumbs of garlic bread that did not belong to you in your mouth.

He pounded you roughly; each thrust making you bounce on your porcelain sink. His hair, still wet, dripped onto your shoulder and down your back as his teeth marked your neck. Your bathroom began to fill with lewd and erotic noises, squelches and squeaks of wet flesh against wet flesh and some against hard surfaces.

Jaebeom snapped his hips harder and harder into you, moans tumbled from your mouth as the orgasm you have craved for finally rounded the horizon. He was merciless, relentless, completely determined to drive you home.

You yanked harder on the fist full of hair in your hand, ripping a loud and gravely groan from Jaebeom. Not one to be upstaged, Jaebeom shoved his hand into your hair, tangling his fingers into your bun and pulling down to expose more of your neck to him. His pace had not slowed down at all.

He marked your neck, sucking and biting on your flesh so gloriously that you began to mewl - high pitched and needy, and it’s what sent Jaebeom over the edge. His hips snapped harder, forcing his dick deep into you; hitting spots you had forgotten about completely.

Different colours were flashing behind your eyelids and you were close, so close.

And as Jaebeom neared climax, he tore his hand out of your hair. Though in his earlier fervour, got so much of it tangled around his fingers and stuck under his ring, that your whole body was torn sideways and off the bench.

Landing on the floor, shocked eyes watched Jaebeom ejaculate all over your sink as your own orgasm retreated away; shrivelling up into dust and blown away in the wind - his hand still stuck in your hair. How the fuck, wasn’t he wearing a condom, you thought, only for you to reach down and find it stuck inside your vagina, half hanging out. There was literally nowhere lower you could go. This, this is rock bottom.

“Haha, holy fuck. Sorry babe.” Jaebeom leaned down and carefully untangled his fingers out of your hair. Towels were passed around for hygiene purposes and you almost vomited when you saw cheeto crumbs wedged between Jaebeom’s butt-cheeks.

You weren’t really sure what happened after. You think Jaebeom said something crass. Or maybe he said thank you. In a crass way. Either way, he eventually left and the two hour shower you took still didn’t make you feel clean. Especially not after finding a half-dried pearl of cum on your toothbrush.

But there was one thing you knew for sure. You totally snapped.

Day 0

📧 to: [email protected] hey cass in the interest of our friendship and for the purposes of full transparency it has been 1 day since ive had sex and we will never speak of it again

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resilientdolan · 4 years ago

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Thick and Thin (g.d)

-part 1-

A/N: Book 2 of Drown is here! I’ll try my best to update (at least) once a week. Also, blurb req/thoughts and comments are highly appreciated!

Word-count: 2k+

Summary: The fact that Grayson hurt her in the past by choosing someone else over her keeps haunting Bianca, even when she’s trying to start a new chapter of her life in the city of angels.

Tags: @bingexdolan @grantsairforce @prettyboydolan @kyaaawritings @3ooda97 @baby-grayson @ryxgrantdolan @fangdolan @evergreendolan @goldenndolan @nikesbailey @soledadgray @sosweetgrethan @twinfinitydolan @333dolans @babeygray @guiltydols @rhyrhy462 @blindedbythelightt @ecstasydolan @pineappledols @velvetdolan @divinedol @mercurygrant @graysonsdol

*pic credit to @nikesbailey bc BOMB ASS EDIT)

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“So how’s LA?,” Bianca asks as she folds her sweater neatly before she carefully puts it into her suitcase. Her flight is scheduled for tomorrow, and here she is, getting ready, while also busy talking to her boyfriend through the FaceTime call. She steals a glance at her phone that she sets on her nightstand, so she can see Grayson’s face on her screen while getting her stuff packed.

“LA’s okay,” Grayson replies after a moment of thinking.

“Just okay? I thought you’ve been dreaming about living in LA all this time,” Bianca scoffs as she folds the last pair of jeans that she grabbed from her closet.

“True, but not fun that you’re not here, babe,” Grayson lets out a soft groan as he runs his thick fingers through his dark hair. The concept of being away from his girl slowly drives him crazy. Even only for two weeks.

“Baby, few more hours, and we’ll be together again,” Bianca emits a light chuckle as she zips her suitcase up. She got everything she needs packed, so she crawls onto her bed to lie down, phone in her hand, of course.

“I know. I miss you. I can’t wait for tomorrow,” her boyfriend mumbles as he wraps an arm around his pillow to hug it. “I’m all excited about sharing a room with you, you know?,” a cheeky grin comes across his lips as he talks.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve been busy preparing,” Bianca rolls her eyes playfully, followed with a slight chuckle.

Grayson moves his phone camera so he can show her the whole bed that he’s lying on. “Which side of the bed that you want?,” he chuckles.

“Um... can I have the right side? I want to sleep by the window!,” she giggles as she answers his question once she’s done observing the room though his phone camera.

“And because you’re always right too? Like— you know, they say, women are always right, blah blah,” this time, Grayson rolls his eyes back playfully. Bianca can’t help but bursts into laughter as he rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t say that!,” she shakes her head.

Bianca’s still laughing the moment Grayson jumps out of his bed quickly out of nowhere. She notices his sudden action, so she calls for his name. “Grayson?,” she calls for her boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I think I hear someone talking to Ethan,” Grayson replies as he heads out of his room.

“Maybe he’s on a call with Mabel?,” Bianca guesses.

“Nah, doesn’t sound like Mabel,” Grayson shakes his head as he keeps walking, heading to the living room. “Oh, it’s you!,” Grayson’s voice echoes.

“Grayson! I thought you’re out!,” Bianca can hear a female voice talking to her boyfriend. She keeps her gaze on her phone screen to watch her boyfriend.

“Nah, I’m on call with my girlfriend,” Grayson moves his gaze from his phone screen to the other person standing in front of him.

“Gray? Who’s that?,” Bianca calls him once again.

Grayson immediately shifts his gaze back to his girlfriend to answer. “It’s Alana,” he answers with a thin smile on his lips.

Alana?

Bianca takes a quick look at the clock on the top left of her screen to check for the time. 12.45 am in Jersey, which means 9.45 pm in Los Angeles.

“What is she doing?,” Bianca whispers. But Grayson’s too busy talking to the blonde girl sitting on the couch in his living room with his twin brother.

“Monty’s? That sounds like a good idea!,” Bianca can hear Grayson talking to the other girl. He seems excited, and she doesn’t know what for.

“Gray?”

“Yeah?,” Grayson quickly shifts his gaze back to the girl on his phone screen.

“What’s Monty’s?,” Bianca arches her brow in confusion.

“Ah, Monty’s one vegan burger joint here. Babe, they have the best burgers! You’ll love it, I swear,” Grayson explains excitedly. “Oh, also, their shakes are bomb! You have to try it— Hell, I’m taking you to Monty’s once you’ve arrived!,” he adds.

“Wait— you’re going to Monty’s? Like— now?,” his girlfriend frowns.

“Alana wants to get some shakes,” the man on her phone screen shrugs.

“Isn’t it late? Like— isn’t it almost 10 there? You need some rest, Gray,” Bianca sinks her teeth onto her lower lip as she thinks about the possible reason behind Alana asking Grayson out to get some shakes this late.

Is she into him?

“Uh, I have no class tomorrow, babe. And I napped. So I’m good!,” Grayson replies as he gives his girlfriend a thumb up to convince her.

“Grayson, it’s late,” A soft sigh escapes her as she watches him moving again. He’s walking back to his room, she knows it.

“Baby, just the shakes, and I’ll head back home,” Grayson answers as he gives his girlfriend a small smile, grabbing his wallet and his keys that he put on his nightstand. “Isn’t it late for you? Isn’t it almost 1?,” Grayson arches his brow as he walks out of his room once again.

“Yeah, it’s 10 to 1,” she answers.

“You have a flight to catch in the morning, Bianca. Get some sleep,” he speaks as he walks. This time, he’s not even looking at her.

Out of nowhere, Bianca can feel her anxiety is on the rise again. Watching him being excited about getting late night shakes with his ex crush really got her overthinking.

“I will, I’m done packing, though,” Bianca nods, but Grayson isn’t paying attention to her the moment she speaks.

“Alana, come on,” again, Grayson’s voice echoes as he calls for Alana. “Yo, E, want to join?,” he shifts his gaze to his twin, who’s sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap.

“I’ll stay here, I have an assignment to finish, but can you get me some salted caramel shakes, please?,” Ethan replies without even looking at his twin. He’s clearly too busy with the assignment.

“Yeah, I’ll get you that one,” Grayson nods his head before he shifts his gaze back to the girl on his phone screen. “Baby, you need to sleep,” again, he tells her to go.

“I’m going, I’m going, but—Gray?,” she calls for her boyfriend.

“Yeah?”

“Will you pick me up at the airport tomorrow?,” she asks.

“Of course! Just let me know about the time, yeah?,” Grayson gives her another smile. “Now sleep, baby,” and again.

“Fine—“

“Goodnight! I love you!— Alana, hurry up—,” that’s what she hears before Grayson ends the phone call. Real quick that she didn’t even get the chance to say ‘i love you’ back.

Bianca puts her phone on her nightstand as soon as she sets her alarm, and turns her night light on. Her mind wonders about the worst scenario that might happen for letting her boyfriend going out with his ex crush this late for the sake of shakes.

Is Grayson into her again that he willingly drives her this late to Monty’s?

Bianca wraps her arms around her pillow as she lets out another sigh, followed with a mumble.

“Grayson, please don’t hurt me again. I’m begging.”

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“Oh my God, is it really you?,” Grayson nearly screams as he throws his arms wide open only to scoop his Bumblebee into a hug. Bianca drops her suitcase and throws her arms around his neck. It’s been 5 days since the last time they shared their last kiss at the airport in New Jersey, right before Grayson left.

“Gray!,” Bianca squeals as he boyfriend carefully lifts her off the ground, so she wraps her legs around his waist to cling onto him like a koala.

“Bumblebee, you’re here!,” he coos before he gently brushes his lips against hers, pulling her close for a kiss. Bianca moves her hands up to rest them on his cheeks as they kiss.

“My beautiful baby,” Grayson mumbles absent-mindedly as he keeps his gaze on her features, admiring how beautiful she looks that day. There stands his girlfriend, wearing a white tanktop that she tucked into her high-waisted jeans, covered with her khaki trench coat and of course, her favorite black Chuck Taylor.

Grayson kneels down to grab her suitcase, and uses his other hand to take her hand in his. “How’s the flight? Are you tired?,” he asks as he leads her towards the silver Jeep Compass parked in the parking lot.

“Flight’s okay, a little tired and wait— whose car is this?,” Bianca turns to face her boyfriend. That car’s definitely not his. He has a black Porsche, not a silver Jeep Compass.

“Yo, say hi,” Grayson knocks on the driver’s window. The person inside finally rolls the window down so Bianca can see the one driving that car.

Blue eyes, blonde hair. Alana Whitman.

“Hi, Bianca! You’re good?,” she greets her with a smile on her face.

“Oh— hi, Alana. I’m good,” Bianca answers, giving her a thin smile in return. The other person sitting on the backseat rolls the window down as well. It’s Ethan.

“Biancaaa!,” he greets his bestfriend excitedly.

“Ethan!,” Bianca turns her gaze to her bestfriend who’s sitting on the backseat of the car. Grayson puts her suitcase in the trunk of the car before he opens the door for her.

“Get in, babe. Let’s get you your first Monty’s,” Grayson chuckles as he motions his head towards the open door. So Bianca crawls onto the backseat of the car, sitting next to Ethan. Once she’s in, Grayson gets into the front passenger seat.

“Alright, everyone’s ready?,” Alana asks as she starts her car.

“Bruh, I’m always ready for Monty’s,” Ethan replies excitedly to match her energy.

“You excited, baby?,” Grayson turns to take a quick look at his girlfriend who’s sitting on the backseat. Bianca gives him a small smile and nods her head.

“To Monty’s!,” Grayson shouts, followed with Alana and Ethan’s laughter.

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“Hey, Alana, what do you think about the Film History class?,” Grayson’s voice breaks the silence between four of them as they’re heading to Monty’s.

“It’s pretty interesting,” Alana answers as she keeps her gaze on the roads ahead, both hands on her steering wheel.

“The fuck? We have a lot of materials to read and you find it fun?!,” Grayson’s eyes go wide as he turns to his side to face Alana, who’s not even looking at him.

“Reading is fun, Grayson, really,” Alana’s shoulders rise and fall into a shrug as she hums.

“Yeah, maybe it’s just my dyslexic ass,” Grayson rolls his eyes back, finding her statement about the ‘reading is one fun shit to do’ sounds like a complete bullshit to him.

In the backseat, Bianca, who listens the whole conversation, pokes Ethan right on his shoulder, since he got his AirPods plugged in all the time. “Ethan,” she whispers.

Ethan takes his right AirPods out and turns to face her. “Yeah?,” he whispers in return.

“Are Grayson and Alana in the same class?,” she whispers, not wanting both of them to hear her.

“Of course, they’re in the same major,” Ethan shrugs. He arches his brow the moment he notices Bianca’s frown. “What? You have no idea about that?,” he asks.

“He has never told me about that,” she whispers once again. “Are they— you know—,” Bianca’s activating her FBI agent mode, ready to interrogate.

“They what?,” Ethan hisses.

“They—“

“Woo, we’re here!,” Grayson cheers, distracting the both passenger sitting on the backseat of the car. “C’mon, baby!,” he shouts happily before he hops out of the passenger seat. So does Alana, leaving the two in the car.

Bianca turns to face Ethan one more time as she speaks. “Ethan, she used to be his crush back in middle school, right?,” she sighs.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing between them, Bianca, really,” Ethan shrugs as he unbuckles his seatbealt.

“Hm— girl’s kinda sus,” Bianca mumbles as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “But I’m here and I’m ready to mark my own territory,” she continues.

“Ooh, scary girlfriend shit,” Ethan teases her, which got him ended up having the back of his head smacked by Bianca.

“Shut the fuck up, Crimson Chin,” she hisses before she jumps out of the passenger seat to follow her boyfriend.

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan x oc #dolan twins #dolan twins fic #thick and thin #tnt by tgabs #tgabs’ write

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yourlocalauthor · 5 years ago

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Anger Issues- Chapter 1

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: I actually have no idea how to summarize this so if someone could help me that’d be very much appreciated lol

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, child abuse (highkey wish we had this warning in tv shows), and prolly gonna mention sex at some point, idk that should be it

A/N: Bruh, i had no idea so many people would be interested in this. This was going to go a very different way but I finished OBX again and decided to change it up. Also italics are flashback, enjoy!

Requests are open

You weren’t an angry person, that’s what you kept telling yourself. But ever since your parents died and you moved to the island with your aunt that’s all you could feel. You were so angry and you weren’t sure why, or at what. You were just angry, angry at the whole situation. Your aunt told you had every right to be, which only pissed you off more. You were looking for a reaction, something to make you feel in control. But when your aunt kept dismissing it, and telling your teachers, counselor, and principals to dismiss it, you couldn’t take it. So what did you do? Trashed your least favorite teacher's classroom. It felt slightly justified when you saw him being a creep during gym. When you were taken to the principal's office, she tried calming down which only enraged you more. You cussed her out and then next thing you knew you had after school detention for two weeks. You felt like you deserved more, but you’d take what you can get. So there you sat Friday afternoon in detention. It was quiet, the small hot room filled with two other people in it. You knew the other two boys, JJ Maybank and John B Routledge. John B was in your history class, and English, and JJ was in your Art, Gym, and Health. JJ also happened to live two houses down from yours. That was about as much as you cared to know. You had heard some of the rumors, specifically about JJ and his dad but you didn’t care. Rumors weren’t something you wanted to partake in, even if your aunt was someone who seemed to love drama. You let out a soft exhale shifting uncomfortably in your seat. One thing about the island that you learned was it was uncomfortably hot. As someone who grew up in the mountains of Colorado, you weren’t exactly used to the sudden new change in weather. Growing up living on the beach like your aunt seemed like a dream, unfortunately eight year old you didn’t factor in the heat. You pulled out your tank top, trying to get it to stop sticking to your skin. You looked over to the teacher who was supposedly meant to be watching the three of you. Of course his lazy ass fell asleep, feet up on the desk. The two boys had also taken note of it, quietly conversing. You tried to make yourself busy, as you listened in but it was no use. It was too hot for you to concentrate. You laid back in your seat, staring at the ceiling trying to get your mind off of the heat.

“Hey you New Girl.”

You lifted your head staring at the pair.

“Yes?”

“We’re about to dip figured it was only fair if we told you.”

“What about Mr. Nixon?”

“By the time he’s up it’ll be late.”

“You coming or not?”

You carefully eyed the blonde who had now just spoken up, he was already out of his seat, John B following.

“Look if you don’t come now, you’ll be stuck here until five pm.”

You looked back at the old man sleeping at the desk, and then at the two boys.

“Fuck it”

You simply said, before piling your things into your bag and standing up. You tugged at your ridden up shorts trying to stop any camel toe from peeking through. The two boys stood there staring at you, until you looked back up.

“What?”

“Nothing New Girl.”

And just like that the two were out of the classroom, you following in pursuit. It was so close to Summer that it didn’t even matter, if you skipped detention. The three of you ran out of the school, John B laughing at whatever joke JJ cracked. All of you continue to run, until you were a good distance from the town.

“Shit New Girl, we didn’t expect you to be so eager to leave the school.”

“You guys do realize I have a name right? And also I was in detention with all of you, not sure why you’d think I wouldn’t want to bounce.”

“I told you she was in there for a reason JJ. Anyway I’m John B, and that’s JJ”

The blonde gave you a goodly looking smile, and you couldn’t help but give one back.

“Y/N”

“Well Y/N, we’re having a kegger at the Boneyard care to help us set up?”

You looked at the two boys weighing the options in your head, you were hot as shit and probably needed to go home otherwise your aunt would probably flip or force you to do some meditation. On the flip side you’d be alone for a couple more hours.

“Sure.”

And just like that they smiled at you, JJ grabbing your hand pulling you along as all three of you began to head to the beach.

That was freshman year. Probably the best summer of your life, it was the summer you learned how to shotgun a can of beer courtesy of one JJ Maybank, you spent your days at the beach your new found group of friends teaching you how to surf which turns out wasn’t as easy as snowboarding, your nights were either filled with parties, or late night conversations on the beach. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Then one night while the four of you were sitting around a campfire laughing, passing a joint around and that’s when you realized it. You liked JJ. Like you found him very cute, and maybe you wanted to kiss him. But the whole group dynamic worked so well, you didn’t want to ruin it. So from that night on you set your feelings aside not wanting them to ruin the perfect summer. Somewhere towards the end of the summer Kiara joined the group, or joined it again. You didn’t really know the story, all you knew was they were all friends in the eight grade, and then came freshman year she apparently went full Kook at Kook Academy. But you didn’t care, she was fun and it was nice to have a girl around. The two of you hit it off almost immediately, and those last couple of weeks of summer were even more fun than before. And then came the end of the year party. You remembered helping set up the kegs, and bringing the hundreds of packages of red solo cups. And then at some point you had gotten very drunk, because you didn’t remember much past that. You remembered having your first four cups of beer, and then someone brought out a flask everyone was drinking from and maybe you had a couple sips too many because the last thing you remembered was JJ carrying you out the both of you laughing your asses off. Then you woke up in your bed, with probably the worst hangover you’ve ever had. Later that day when all of you met up, everything was chill except for JJ who was very not chill. He kept staring at you, looking away when you looked back, avoiding talking to you directly. Luckily for you the other two boys hadn’t taken note of it, but Kiara did.

Once everyone left she stayed behind to talk to you, along with helping you do some beach cleaning.

“So what was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and JJ something seems off between you.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Y/N.”

“Look I don’t know.”

“Was it last night.”

“I’m not sure, I blacked out. Last thing I remember was him literally carrying me out, we were so happy and laughing. After that I remember absolutely nothing.”

“Weird… I’m sure it’ll pass, he’s probably in one of his moods.”

“Yeah.”

It didn’t pass. Suddenly you went from being basically best friends with JJ to him barely talking to you. You continued to hang out with everyone, but it kept getting to uncomfortable until eventually you just stopped showing up. You kept talking with everyone, but it just wasn’t the same before. And you were angry, after a summer of managing to not be angry you were very fucking angry. You began acting out again, much to the dismay of your aunt but you didn’t care. You had all those feelings bunched together, and you needed to get them out. You began quite the regular in after school detention, at one point you were also suspended but you made sure that never happened again. You spent less and less time at home, during the day you were at school, or the beach, and then at night you’d chug some cheap energy drink and then go out skating around the beach. It wasn’t a healthy lifestyle, but life was too short to not live on the edge.

Tonight was one of the few nights you were home. Your aunt was on the mainland, for her job. She was a massage therapist or something like that. A couple times a week she had to stay on the mainland for whatever reason. It was a Friday evening, and you were hoping to catch up on some of the sleep you were severely missing. You had set up on the couch, the tv playing some movie you couldn’t care less about. You were more focusing on the small stack of papers in front of you. Despite skipping school and getting in trouble half the time you were smart. A lot of people caught on to that, and before you knew it you had a small business writing essays, doing homework, or whatever assignment people needed done. It helped fuel your caffeine addiction, and you were able to keep yourself alive while your aunt was gone. You had just begun typing up your third essay about the civil rights movement, when you heard a knock on the door...

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kitanoko · 5 years ago

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In which Todoroki and Kaminari ‘studied’

Note: HEY EVERYONE, I haven’t written in a long time (a year at least?) but I want to dedicate this to @selephi and @foxxhunter44 ‘cas they’ve always been very supportive of my fanfics and heck I hope y’all enjoy this!

This hit, that ice cold, Michelle Pfeiffer that white gold… This one for them hood girls, Them good girls straight masterpieces~

Todoroki tapped along with the rhythm unexpectedly, unaware of where the upbeat song had seeped from until he saw from the corner of his tired eyes that the boy studying beside him was grooving with headphones on. The music was loud enough for Todoroki to wonder if it would prove any hearing damage to the electric hero chilling beside him, leg propped up.

“Are you even studying?” Todoroki had his cheek pressed against his hand, eyes fixated on the biochem notes Midoriya had kindly lent him. The candy wrappers and biscuit crumbs lay grubbily on the scratched up table and he took a refreshing sip of his ice cold coconut water.

Kaminari didn’t hear him, head swaying like he was at the club. Spreading his notes further across the table, Todoroki shook his head in disapproval. He had hoped his classmate would at least try to focus on the upcoming exam. He didn’t have to come after all; he was perfectly appeased with reviewing his lessons in the quiet midst of his room. It was really Kaminari who had asked him to join.

Todoroki nudged him with his elbow after emptying his drink. The blond boy unwantedly pulled down his red headphones and curved a brow, steadily shooting Todoroki a questionable look.

“Yah?”

Kaminari had the audacity to give him a nonchalant one-word response, seriously?

Todoroki gave a grunt, meeting his golden irises with discontent.

“As much as I’d like to stay here and watch you throw your grades away,” Todoroki started, rough hands gathering his notes, “I’m gonna go take a breather.”

Come to think of it, if he left now, he’d probably be able to squeeze in time for the weekly hero special on channel 9 which Midoriya and Iida were for sure going to be watching in the common room. He could already see his best friends’ eyes unblinking towards the screen and letting out the occasional laugh. Not to mention the scent of Yaoyorozu’s relaxing lavender tea tickling under his nose as she walked by in her comfy robe (yes he’s imagining this too)…her soft hair flowing like in her latest commercial and…

Wait Todoroki Shouto. Just stop. Stop whatever you’re thinking.

“Aww, come on Todoroki, don’t be a bum! I was studying I swear!”

That snapped the duo quirk boy back to his senses.

Todoroki peered at him at the corner of his eyes, hands readying to stuff the papers back into his backpack.

“…were you though?”

Kaminari sheepishly scratched the nape of his neck, legs easing back down onto the wooden floor. Hearing his friend’s challenging tone, he quickly said, “I mean…I WILL be studying. Dude, I totally invited you mainly just to like…hang out and you know…get to know each other. This biochem stuff is easy peasy. I could do the test in my sleep.”

“Big words Kaminari. Last time I heard, Jirou hit you on the head ‘cause you couldn’t even draw a water molecule.”

“You sure that was me bruh?”

“Yes. ‘Cause I saw your paper and you drew two oxygens linked to a hydrogen.”

The electric hero stuck his tongue out. “My bad. Silly mistake really…..ANYWAYS” The blond waved his hand in attempt to change topics, “….let’s have some bro time.”

Todoroki didn’t like the sound of that.

“And what does that entail?” He questioned, bending his knee onto his seat.

Kaminari flicked a piece of loose hair.

“Okay question 1.”

“Wha—“

“Who would you choose out of the girls in our class?”

“Choose for what scenario.”

Kaminari smirked. “As a girlfriend bruh. Girlfriend.”

Todoroki shrugged. “Probably Yaoyorozu. Why?”

At that the fire and ice user felt a shook on the ground as Kaminari slumped flat, rolling in laughter.

“OH MY GOD MINETA SO OWES ME 10 BUCKS. ”

The former stared blankly.

“Wasn’t that obvious, who else was I supposed to choose?” Todoroki tried again to shrug it off.

Kaminari’s eyes beamed, “Wait…” He fished out his phone, finger mischievously hovering over the red button, “Can I record this confession so I can broadcast it to all of UA. Not that it needs broadcasting though since anyone who doesn’t have grapes for brains know.”

Todoroki ran a hand through the whites of his hair before he reasoned. “Well, we met before during the recommendation exam. Then there’s the cavalry battle. And of course our fight against Aizawa. Plus, we worked quite well rescuing Bakugou. Yaoyorozu is the most logical choice.”

“Only you would explain that with ‘logic’.” Kaminari mocked and rested his chin against the cup of his hand, “There isn’t anything other than you two having that ‘bond’ that made you say Yaomomo’s name so fast?”

Todoroki actually gave it a thoughtful five seconds before coming up with, “Uh..her personality’s not bad and I wouldn’t doubt she’s the most intelligent student in UA.”

“And?”

“I really don’t know what else.”

“Bro, she’s nicknamed ‘Goddess’ …class B calls her ‘Queen’. Ya sure there isn’t even a slighttttt chance you’d say you’re also attracted to her face?”

Kaminari dragged the word rather mischievously, lips upturning into a cunning yet generous smile. It sent shivers down Todoroki’s spine and not in a pleasant manner. The latter stood up to put away the bunched up jacket that had slid down from the arm of a chair. Oh Thank God. It was something to distract him from saying the wrong words.

“Haven’t thought much about it.” He nonchalantly uttered, mouth parted in an exhale. He turned around wanting to say more when he noticed a noise.

Steady three knocks were heard behind Kaminari and he gestured for his friend to grab the door. What stood on the other side was the girl of topic playing with the ends of her hair which had been fixed straight and held with a bowtie clip above the right of her forehead. Her glassy doll eyes happily danced from Kaminari to Todoroki which seemed unusually fixated on her.

It was different. Nice. Ponytails on her were good too, no, it was great! But this was refreshing. Like seeing the sun rising just after thunderous rain. Okay that’s exaggerating. But heck, he liked it.

“Something on her face?” Kaminari asked and if Todoroki had eyes behind his head he’d be able to see his annoying grin again.

The duo quirk boy rolled his eyes.

“Sorry to interrupt Todoroki-san!” Yaoyorozu did a slight nod to Kaminari as well, “I was wondering if you two would like to enjoy some thumbprint cookies I made?”

At that the electric blond jumped over. Todoroki looked down from her rosy-cheeked smile and saw that indeed she had some baked good in her hands. Circular shortbread with an oval imprint in the middle filled with what looked like raspberry jam.

“That looks delicious Yaomomo!” Kaminari quickly grabbed a few and popped it into his mouth ignoring all common etiquette. But it was Kaminari so ‘etiquette’ didn’t compute to him.

The other two watched as he chewed, sweat starting to bead on his forehead while his jaw completely stopped moving. He also didn’t swallow.

Yaoyorozu frowned. “Is it…not good?”

Kaminari faked a chortle while his face folded into an ugly grimace.

“Ahw no! It zo ….yummmmmmy,” the blond had managed to cough out and nudged Todoroki with his elbows. His voice was obstructed by the mixture of cookie dough and jam that had sat on his tongue. Kaminari rubbed his tummy.

“YYuuummm,” he mumbled again.

The white and red haired boy wanted to roll his eyes again at the thought of how fake Kaminari’s acting was and noticed the girl in front of him slump in defeat, hands lowering the plate of cookies sadly. Todoroki immediately extended a hand to receive the plate and took one of her creations to taste.

Oh god. Now he knew why Kaminari had that expression.

Yaoyorozu’s eyes glinted and sparkled with anticipation, watching his every move.

“So? Todoroki-san?”

Should he…say something?

A whole 20 seconds had passed before he turned to give Kaminari an awkward look as if they could read each other’s minds.

Todoroki swallowed.

Man, it felt like sand and tasted like chalk. How he knew what chalk taste like he didn’t know. At least the jam was somewhat normal.

“It’s,” He swallowed again just to get rid of the aftertaste, “very well-done, Yaoyorozu.”

Good thing he usually had no expression ‘cause now was the best time to look neutral.

“Aww thank you!” The girl appeared zealous, white teeth beaming with her lovely façade. She pushed the rest into his hands. “Enjoy these then. And oh! They’re great with jasmine tea! I’ll head back out now! Can’t have Jirou and Ashido waiting.”

“Sure thanks,” Todoroki nodded in acknowledge and waved once as he watched her stroll-skip along the hall back to the elevators, the flutter of her flowery pajamas catching his attention.

Kaminari hurried to push the door to a close and spat out what looked like cookie sludge into the closest garbage can, some missing the target and ending up on the floor.

“Holy crap that was the worst decision I ever made. It tasted like dirt.”

Todoroki sent him a heated glare.

“Bro I know you were dying inside when you gulped that thing down too.” Kaminari’s gaze rested on the cookies in Todoroki’s hand, eyes narrowing as if they were poisonous.

“Well I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“You’re in too deep my man.”

Todoroki pretended to not understand what his friend was implying and started to open his tea cabinet.

“What are you doing dude.”

“Making jasmine tea as Yaoyorozu suggested.”

Kaminari could only facepalm and slumped back down onto his previous seat. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to eat the rest of her cookies? I’ll help you flush them down the toilet okay?” Kaminari sent a wink. “And I’ll keep it a secret between us.”

Todoroki shook his head. “I feel like she made it with all her effort and I’m wasting that.” Tapping against the hot kettle that was beginning to bubble from the boiling water inside, the fire and ice user felt a small, appreciative tug along the curve of his lips.

“And seeing her this happy? That was worth it.”

He turned around noticing Kaminari’s sudden quietness and found him leaning forward with his phone in hand, his right thumb just releasing from the red button on his screen.

“—ANNNNDDD DONE. RECORDED!”

Todoroki froze as he dropped what he was doing

“What.”

“I’ve just recorded the oh-so-great Todoroki admit his crush like a giddy teenager.”

“I was not giddy.”

“Oh, were you not? Okay sorry, I’ll say ‘lovesick’.”

Todoroki took a step. His aura begin to build, even Kaminari could feel the heat emitting from his left side. A wave of warmth gradually began to waft over and the blond quickly stood in defence.

“Yo, calm down bro, alright I won’t show anybody.”

“Then delete it.”

The blond crossed his arms, teasingly wiggled a finger. “Sorry man, this is hard evidence.”

“Fine.”

Kaminari felt uneasy. The boy in front of him loosened his expression so quickly that it felt almost ominous. Something was up.

“You give up quick dude.”

Todoroki’s shoulders slacked and continued to brew his tea, taking it in stride. “It’s nothing. Just remembered that I have a picture of you crying because you didn’t know how to write Jirou a confession letter.”

Kaminari’s jaw fell open in a big ‘O’.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLLLL UP BRUH.” The electric user stumbled in his steps as he shook Todoroki from side to side. “YOU HAVE WHAT? SHOW ME.”

The former scrambled to find Todoroki’s phone and the duo quirk hero fished it out of his pocket and began to swipe the screen a few times. A smirk finally formed on his chapped lips.

“Yeah. Still here. I forgot to delete it after Bakugou sent it to me.”

“BAKUGOU?!” Kaminari pulled it off Todoroki’s hands. An embarrassing picture of him, eyes red, holding a piece of paper and pen in hand in the corner of the dorm lobby surfaced on the 6 inch screen.

“Guess we’re even then.” Todoroki shrugged. “You can keep that and I’ll keep this.”

Kaminari fell onto his knees in defeat.

“NO PLEASE.”

“Too late.”

“I’ll delete your recording! Come on!”

“Nope.” Todoroki took a heavy sip of his tea as the aroma tickled his nostrils. He grabbed a cookie. Mmm, it was better with tea for sure. Or was this what petty-ness tasted like?

His heterochromic eyes fixated on Kaminari’s frantic expression as he instinctively pulled it back into his pocket.

“To be honest, I don’t even care if you showed what I said to other people. It was a comment I’m not ashamed of and heck, everyone knew I voted for her for class president. It’s not shocking I’d support her in any way I can.”

Kaminari finally came to his senses and forced a sigh.

“Fine. You win. But I swear to all that is holy, Todoroki Shouto, if you EVER show Jirou this I will not hesitate.”

Todoroki almost outright laughed. “Okay, okay.”

“Bro date over now.” Kaminari slogged out the door, sounding unappeased, “Goodnight.”

“Oh, already?” Todoroki teased.

Kaminari’s head swung low as he head towards the hallway and Todoroki mumbled a short ‘Mm.’ before helping him close the door.

Good thing he didn’t mention that Bakugou had sent it to Ashido as well, Todoroki thought, or else he’d worry if Kaminari could even sleep tonight.

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #kaminari denki #bnha #todoroki x yaoyorozu #my fanfic

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benexolence · 6 years ago

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Tense (M) pt.1

CEO!Park Jimin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Rating = M, F (it was hard not to put fluff in, i’m too soft for chimmy)

SUMMARY: You’ve been subtly teasing your stressed-out boyfriend over the past couple of weeks, and you push him a bit too far at a company dinner, making him want to show you what it’s like to be frustrated.

Warnings: dom!jimin, daddy kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, degradation, slight-ish possessiveness (bruh IDK), fingering

A/N: There are two parts to this fic! This was originally gonna be a oneshot but it would’ve been MONSTER to post LMFAO but I’ll post pt.2 within the next 2 weeks! Stay tuned :-) ****PART 2 IS OFFICIALLY POSTED! LINK TO PART 2 IS IN MY MASTERLIST!

Jimin had been very tense for the past couple of weeks. Being the CEO of BigHit, there was already a lot riding on him. Recently, his company bought out another company, BT21 and although this transaction would be beneficial for the future of his company, it didn’t necessarily mean that his transition would be smooth. If anything, it was putting a lot of weight on his shoulders, trying to figure out which workers to lay off or what sectors to change entirely, through the means of endless meetings, soon became excruciating. There were so many things to be done, and there wasn’t enough time in the day to complete everything. The tight pressure started to build in his shoulders and his mind as the lack of sleep from early mornings and late nights as the weeks went on. Jimin swore that he began to feel his brain melting.

It didn’t help that he start to see his love less and less. The quality free-time he’d usually spend with you decreased dramatically, turning the salacious sleepovers nearly every weekend into occasional Facetime pillow-talks that would end quickly since he’d almost immediately shut his exhausted eyes once his head hit the soft pillow. He just missed you, so much. Not being able to see you was like trying to substitute ranch for chocolate in a cake and it just didn’t work with him.

At night. Jimin is a needy boy, so destitute that the dreamland that he briefly arrived in every night was scent and taste of the juices that would fall between your thighs as you scream for him to give you more. His mind was clouded with clips of your writhing body, all nice and sweet, just for him. Jimin swore that he’d wake up to your whimpers echoing throughout his bedroom, only to find that you’re not there but his hard-on was painfully present. You couldn’t leave his mind. His lust was overflowing, and he even tried jerking off with his non-dominant hand, nothing worked.

For you, on the other hand, things were going pretty decently. You didn’t have much to complain about; you just got a raise at work, all your old friends were back in town, things were going pretty well for you. So, it was a bit amusing for you to hear all of this happening. You missed him greatly, and you longed to see him, but you were thankfully distracted by the better things happening in your life. You were worried about your boyfriend, but it’s uncommon to hear him whine for you and you felt a bit a pride when he’d tell you about how much he and his dick missed you. So to add to your amusement, you’d send some inappropriate pictures along with detailed texts of how much you desired him. When you went out with your friends, you would take a picture of yourself in a scandalous dress to rile him up a bit for the night, only to take that dress off after the image was sent, then change into something that you were a bit more comfortable in, (without him knowing of course). When Jimin was provoked in such a way, it always ended in ground-breaking sex. You still loved the fact that Jimin was a compassionate lover, it’s just that you didn’t see that dominant side of him very often and sometimes, you needed him to be a little bit rough.

Tonight was the first night that you would see Jimin after such a long time. There was a company dinner to celebrate the end of this chaos, and it was a perfect time to see you. Jimin liked to think of your presence as a gift to himself, for working himself to the bone. Both of you and him were giggling like children all day because it’s been so long and the two of you would finally fill the gnawing hole that’s been heavy on the two hearts. You wanted this night to be perfect, so you spent hours just picking and choosing the color scheme for your outfit deciding to go with a simple and sophisticated approach. Although you wanted Jimin to be the happiest tonight, you felt a throbbing need for something rough as the little devil on your shoulders convinced you to egg him on a bit. You decided to keep the egging to a slight minimum, and you went for the little black dress with a simple set of jewelry and light makeup that gave you a natural look. The dress did wonders to accentuate your curves, and you had an inkling that Jimin might go mad when he sees your outfit. It was perfect for setting off his mood, in the direction you prefer.

Jimin felt that it was crucial that he’d pick you up tonight. It was vital for him to have at least five minutes of alone time with you in the car before you two spent the next few hours with a garden of people he didn’t really care for; he’d probably only be focusing on you anyway. He was also hoping to convince you to let him sleep over for the night, already packing his things for the night because the answer will always be some form of “yes.” Jimin felt that spending these hours with you would melt away all the weight that’s been straining his body. He didn’t care if he was between your thighs or laying by your side, he just wanted to spend some time with you.

Jimin threw his overnight-bag in the backseat of his car and texted you a quick “on my way sweetheart” before rushing himself over to your apartment, almost running a few red-lights because he couldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t stop smiling; he was excited to see his girl after so many weeks.

It was the same way with you after you got his text, you practically had a face tattoo of a smile. You rushed to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure that you looked perfect. As you fixed yourself up in the few minutes you had left, memories of the times where Jimin left you breathless made you excited. Your cheeks became flushed with such crude thoughts led you to think of possible ideas to ensure your demise tonight.

You were pulled back to reality as you heard a knocking at your door. The excitement came back in seconds as you ran to the door and swung it open, to find Jimin looking at you with nothing but pure love. You were in awe by his choices for his appearance tonight. Jimin wore an all-black suit, without a tie, giving a bit of a casual feel. He wore a gold necklace, and he parted his hair so a bit of the center of his forehead being shown.

Both of you took a few seconds to accept the fact that both of you are together again before he quickly grabbed your arm so you’d fall into his arms. Jimin hugged you tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, you would never come back. He buried his face into your neck, and you could feel him smiling.

“I’ve missed you so much” Jimin whispered softly into your neck, leading you to giggle as his breath tickled your skin.

“But I talked to you yesterday” You chuckled softly, thinking about the Facetime call that only lasted three minutes before Jimin started snoring.

“I fell asleep! How in the world does that count?” Jimin started to swing around, with you in his arms, “Did you not miss me? Not only a little bit?”

“Maybe, maybe not. It doesn’t matter because you’re always asleep when I try to talk to you anyway.” You say with a sassy tone before escaping his grasp to turn around and walk further into your apartment, looking to grab your purse.

“Y/N, baby please” Jimin whined as he followed behind you. You could already tell that there was a pout on his face by the tone of his voice. You found your purse, and you started to look through the bag, making sure that you had everything you needed. Before you realize it, Jimin was standing right in front of you, slightly stomping his feet. “Baby, I’m sorry for falling asleep all the time, but that doesn’t mean you get to ignore me.”

Looking at his upset face, you realize that you definitely can’t be bratty right now. He’s too damn cute, and you couldn’t resist it, not after such a long time. You smile at him, “You’re lucky that I have the biggest soft spot for you. I’ll forgive you this time.” But your last few words are meaningless because you’ll always forgive him for anything, leading you to let out a chuckle.

Your laugh was cut short when Jimin suddenly cups the apples of your cheeks, looking at you with appreciation. “Seriously though, I am sorry. You don’t understand how hard it’s been for me, not being able to talk to you. I’ve missed you more than anything.”

Jimin never failed to make you feel loved. There was never a time where you felt unappreciated and unwanted by him because he always did everything in his power to make sure that those thoughts would never cross your mind. Although there has been a lack of presence in the past few weeks, there were no worries that arrived in your mind because he still tried to talk to you, even if his sleepiness won most of the time.

“It’s okay, Jimin. I know that you’ve been busy, so it’s alright. I’ve missed you too.” You spoke softly.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Jimin whispered before pulling you forward to kiss your forehead. He let go of your cheeks, only to slide his hands into yours. He pulled you towards the door, “Now, l wanna get there early so I can sit in the car and shit on the idiots that we’re gonna be near tonight.”

You laughed as the both of you left your apartment and set route to the restaurant.

The car ride was filled with nothing but laughter and joy as you both exchange memories that occurred over the past few weeks. Both you and Jimin felt absolute elation; nothing was better than being in the company of someone you love. Soon, both of you were parked outside of the restaurant, shit-talking about the coworkers that made his life an absolute nightmare over the past couple of weeks. Irritation started to seep into Jimin’s bones as the anger over their actions came to mind. You notice Jimin’s change of tone, and you felt the need to calm the fire that was growing in his mind. You moved your hand to give a calming rub on his bicep, “You don’t have to worry about it now. The past is the past, and now you can focus on the success that’s gonna be rolling your way.”

Jimin looked to your smiling face, but his eyes slowly followed the length of your dress, his pupils dilating in mixed emotions over how noticeable your legs were in the dress. Suddenly, his mind went through to all the frustration he felt with you during your absence; seeing you in such revealing attire, hearing about how much you need him, all the subtle teasing that you’ve been pulling over the past few weeks that would always leave him with an erection. All emotions came racing back to his mind and his cock, making him feel nothing but tense again. The current state of your naked legs started to tease him a bit, Why is she wearing that dress right now? To fucking spite me? God, in the very moment, he just wanted to fucking explode.

His ring-covered hand went straight for your thigh, squeezing the soft skin in a vice-grip. Your eyes went straight to his hand as you gasped at the cold feeling of his rings. You look up to Jimin’s face, only to find the irises of his eyes slowly disappearing to black, mixed with lust and vexation.

His voice comes out low when he initially speaks, “Y/N, that dress--” Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves from thinking illogically. It’s just a dress. There’s nothing to it. She isn’t trying to pull anything with me. “It looks stunning on you” Jimin plants a smile on his face as he squeezes his grip on your thigh a bit harder, leaving an imprint of his rings. Momentarily, he decided that your teasing would be a topic of discussion for later that evening, it would be such bad timing to discuss something like that right now.

Although you were taken back by the quick change in emotions that you just witnessed, it still didn’t stop your stomach from doing flips from his compliment, knowing that it’s genuine. But what lingered in your mind was the reason for the sudden emotional changes, reasons that you already knew. You could see the tension in his jaw as a vein comes to the surface of his neck, which just sent electricity straight downward. You spoke, “Thank you, Jimin.” It seems as if your plan is working, you had a reassuring thought about how the subtle hints work the best. All you wanted was for him to take you in the car at that moment, you didn’t necessarily want to wait any longer.

There were a few moments of silence before Jimin’s phone buzzed. He pulled his phone out to see one of his favorite colleagues texting him.

[6:03 pm] Kim Taehyung: I know you don’t want to be here, but that doesn’t mean you and Y/N can avoid the dinner by sitting in the car until it’s over.

Confused by Taehyung’s knowledge of his location, Jimin looked up from his phone and searched from outside the window, only to find that his colleague leaning against the car parked right next to him. Jimin got out of the car to greet him, “Thank god that you and Y/N at least here with me to get through this.”

Taehyung chuckled and gave Jimin a quick side hug, “I honestly don’t know how you and I got through this past quarter. I can’t wait to sit with you and see what you do as a consequence for everyone.”

Taehyung was the CFO of the company, but also a life-saver for Jimin for the past few years. Jimin and Taehyung had been very close friends since college, and it’s been an absolute relief for Jimin to have him in the company. Taehyung took more of an emphasis on finance rather than sales, unlike Jimin; which was helpful since there was no competition in success or jealousy in career advances between them. Either way, Taehyung, and Jimin climbing up the career ladder together, eventually landing executive positions in the same corporation.

You got out of the car as well and walk over to the two boys with a smile on your face. You were happy to see Taehyung. “Taehyung! How have you been? It’s been so long!” You gave him a quick hug, and as you let go, you notice Taehyung’s lingering gaze on your legs as he takes hold on both of your hands.

“I’ve been good, Y/N! I don’t think I need to ask you how you’ve been doing since you look lovely tonight.” Taehyung smiles with a toothy grin before letting go of your hands and looking at Jimin, “You gotta be careful Jimin. You might have to keep an eye on Y/N because you don’t wanna lose a girl like her so easily.” Taehyung was always a flirty guy, but he never meant any harm, of course, he just liked to tease Jimin a bit.

Usually, Jimin would joke around about how Taehyung would never end up with anyone but his assistant, Jungkook, but right now, it was not the time for Taehyung to even glance at his girlfriend’s figure for any more seconds. Jimin needed to keep himself control, he needed to stay calm. Jimin joked with a little strain in his voice as you and him starting walking towards the restaurant, “I don’t need to keep an eye on her when you have googly eyes for your assistant. Which by the way, I know you’ve been fucking, I saw the way he looks at your ass.”

“Jungkook looks at everyone’s butt! I saw him looking at your butt the other day! Either way, he’s a man-child, and I’m nurturing him for the real world.” Taehyung raised his voice while running behind the both of you, trying to deny the truth that he’s been trying to hide from everyone.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say Tae,” You turn towards Taehyung and continued. “We’ll always love you. You don’t have to hide your love for him forever.” You chuckled as you watched Taehyung start yelling nonsense as to how he’s definitely not with Jungkook and how he definitely hasn’t seen him every night for the past three weeks.

Jimin felt a bit of relief when he heard Taehyung’s babbling and your various sayings of “it’s okay, don’t worry.” I’ll be okay. Things will be fine. He reassured himself before all the three of you entered the restaurant and started to greet coworkers.

Dinner was not fine, and things were not okay. For some fucking reason, all male eyes of Jimin’s coworkers were staring at your chest throughout the evening. Jimin swore that he saw his coworker wipe the drool off his chin from staring too long. Not only that, some damn waiter named Hoseok even started fucking flirting with you, right in front of Jimin. It seemed like every male-body who was in your presence eye-fucked you, even with Jimin’s eyes sending fire to anyone who looked lustfully towards your body. Jimin wanted to spank your ass and fuck you on the goddamn dinner table every passing moment, to show everything that you belong to him and only him.

For you, on the other hand, your plan was going smoothly. You noticed the slow transition of Jimin’s mind from neutral to sour. You saw him sending fiery stares straight ahead, losing himself in the flames of his imagination, and you couldn’t help but cheer happily in your mind. But obviously, you couldn’t display your joy to the world. You saw that he barely took a bite of his entree and you decided to act the part as the caring girlfriend for the time being. “Hey honey, is everything okay? You haven’t touched your food.”

Jimin took a deep breath before turning to you, wanting to answer your question with kindness, “Um, yeah baby. It’s alright. I’m just not that hungry right now.” He pulled a quick smile for you before moving his fiery eyes to his plate, slowing moving to eat his food on his plate.

You knew he needed a push, a slight nudge towards the fall that you so desperately needed to feel all over your body. So you decided to start a conversation with Taehyung. It seemed that the boy had a bit too much to drink and you knew that Taehyung is a lot more flirty when he’s tipsy. You spoke with a bit of prep in your voice to the buzzed man across from you, “How are you feeling tonight, Tae? It looks like you’re having a good time.”

Taehyung turned to you with a grin on his face and started to laugh, “Y/N, I always have a good time with you around.” He leaned in and continued to spoke, “Did I tell you that you look lovely tonight?”

You giggle before answering his question, “Yes you did, Tae. You don’t remember?” You reciprocated his actions and moved towards him, so it looks like you’re only focused on him.

“Well, scratch that, because you look fucking ravishing right now.” Taehyung’s baritone voice seemingly got lower than you expected.

“Taehyung!” You started to giggle, even more, exaggerating your actions, “You don’t mean that”

Taehyung leaned in even closer, “Oh darling,” His eyes looking at your body, leaving his eyes to stalk your chest. “I mean every word I’ll ever say to you.” His voice was husky, and it just leaks with danger. This is precisely what you needed. This is the push that Jimin needed.

And you were right because Jimin was fucking boiling with sheer anger. Taehyung called you “ravishing,” he fucking leaned into you, like you didn’t belong to him. And you were just sitting there, taking it. Not even acknowledging the fact that your boyfriend was sitting right next to you, watching the entire thing. Maybe you were doing this on purpose. Perhaps you actually have been fucking with him for the past few weeks. Either way, the only thing that mattered to Jimin is to show that you fucking belong to him.

Once again, you jumped in your seat as the coolness of Jimin’s rings touch gripped your thigh. You felt him squeeze your skin before his thumb starts rubbing gentle circles. You turned to him, and his eyes were trained entirely ahead, engaging a conversation with one of his coworkers. You leaned back into your seat, heavily distracted by the distance between his hand and your clothed core. You took a deep breath to relax before continuing your conversation with Taehyung, but how can you focus when his hand is subtly teasing you under the table?

“Tae, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” You spoke as your mind tried to force on the man ahead of you. But unfortunately for you, Jimin knew what you were doing so his hand decided to follow the direction of your body, sliding underneath your dress. He squeezed again, leading you to squirm slightly in your seat. You tried so hard to listen to Taehyung ramble on about how sober he is, but it felt like there was barely any oxygen in the room at the moment. You started to lean forward again, to look like you’re interested in what he has to say but as soon as you began to move, Jimin’s hand moved to your core, lightly rubbing you through your panties. You yelped in surprise, causing all eyes to move towards you.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jimin sounded so sincere, but he already knew your answer. He started rubbing you a bit harder, causing you to squirm even more in your seat. Your breaths started to shake as you realized how mortifying this situation was; everyone was staring while your boyfriend rubbed your clit in a public restaurant. But somehow, you felt exhilarated at such a display, leading to the coil to tighten in your stomach.

“Yeah, I’m f-fine.” You needed to keep your responses to a minimum. You couldn’t let anyone know the truth behind your dishonest words. You’re not fine. You’re fucking fantastic because Jimin has finally touched you, something you’ve been waiting for a long time.

“Are you sure? You sound a bit anxious.” Jimin’s fingers moved your panties to the side. His middle finger slipped inside your folds, teasing your hole.

You knew if you opened your mouth, you would start whimpering, so you nodded your head towards Jimin and threw a weary smile on your face. You looked around to find that the eyes of his coworkers were off of you now. Jimin leaned in closer to your ear and spoke, “Baby, you better fucking speak up right now, or I wouldn’t touch you for another month.”

All you wanted to do is whine and let Jimin do sinful acts to your body, but you knew that this side of Jimin wouldn’t be tame unless you listen to his words. “Yes, I’m okay Jimin.” You whispered softly.

You heard Jimin sigh, and it sounded like he was frustrated with your answer. He impulsively pushed his middle finger inside, pumping it at a slow pace. Jimin moved again to your ear, “That’s not my name tonight. Tell me, baby, what’s my name?”

His fingers were going agonizingly slow, but since your body has been so unsatisfied for the past few weeks, the pressure seemed to double. You could barely answer his question without focusing on the sharp sparks that coursing throughout your body. You don’t call Jimin anything else besides loving pet names and his actual name. What could he possibly be asking for?

Before you could think about it any further, Jimin added another finger inside you. A small mewl crawled from your mouth as you leaned towards Jimin, hiding your face in his shoulder. “I-I don’t know.” The build of your impending orgasm was growing faster, leaving your body to be shaking by his side. You were trying so hard, but it’s just so hard when everything is turning you on.

Jimin curled his two fingers to your g-spot, leading you to whine into his dress shirt. Jimin chuckled, happy to see you withering for him so quickly. His voice was stern when he started whispering again, “It seems like you’ve been missing Daddy’s fingers, huh?”

Daddy? He’s never called himself that before. Jimin has never brought that kink up but how does it matter now when he sounds so fucking hot talking to you like that? His fingers start moving faster, and your legs start shaking. He’s curling his fingers with each thrust, and the burning-pleasure is leaving your mind blank. You gotta warn him of how your end is almost near, “D-Daddy, I’m close.”

“Awh baby, you’re close? You like it when Daddy finger-fucks you under the dinner table, with everyone around us?” His words are only bringing you closer to your end, and you were struggling to keep your composure.

“Y-Yes, Daddy” Your voice was shaking, and you look up to Jimin, only to see his eyes filled with nothing but black lust.

“Of course you do. How can you not? A slut like you love everything that’s done to them. Do you even know how dirty you are?” Such a name should irritate you but god, it was sending arousal to your core, and you find yourself whining for him.

My eyes immediately shut in pure paradise, and you started to squirm again when Jimin’s thumb landed back on your naked clit. Jimin’s lips glaze your ear, “Cum for me, right now.”

His tone of voice was deep and stern, which led you to lose control. Your hands quickly covered your face in order to conceal the moans that escaped your mouth as your orgasm sweeps through your body. Jimin continues to rub your swollen nub as you ride it out. You were trying to catch your breath as your face turned away from your hands to Jimin, only to find him smirking.

Suddenly, Jimin grabbed your hands and stood up from his seat, bring you up with him. “I apologize everyone, but it seems that Y/N isn’t feeling too well right now, so I think it’s time for us to take our leave. Y/N wants to stay, but I wouldn’t feel good if we did stay. I’ll see you all at work on Monday.” Jimin waved goodbye to his coworkers while you kept your head down, playing up the “sick” act correctly. You waved to everyone as well as both of you started walking towards the car. As soon as both of you were outside of the restaurant, Jimin wrapped his arm around your waist, squeezed your ass, and let his hand rest at your hip. As you both walked to the car, you looked up to him. You could see that he was relieved to be done with that dinner and happy to go home with you. Both of you got to the car, and before Jimin could unlock the car, he interrupted by the sight of Taehyung running towards you.

“Y/N!” Taehyung stopped right in front of you and grabbed your hand, whipping you out of Jimin’s hands and in his direction. “Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well?” Taehyung murmured as he looked at your small hand in his large one.

“Oh, I didn’t want to worry you, or anyone.” You took your hand out of his and waved it in front of him for reassurance. “Don’t worry about it! I just need some sleep.” You smiled at him, and he leaned in closer to you, like at the dining table.

Taehyung grabbed your hand again, rubbing circles on the back of it before looking up to you. “Call me when you get home, alright? I wanna know that you’re okay.”

You were happy to have a friend like him in your friend, and your smile got brighter at that thought. “Of course! I’ll see you soon.”

The flirty side of him came back as he kissed the back of your hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you soon darling.” Taehyung had a goofy grin again and looked to Jimin, “I’ll see you on Monday man, don’t let your girl get sick or I’ll help her out instead.” He winked at you, and he started to laugh as he began to walk away.

Although you thought this was funny, Jimin did not at all. You only realize this when you saw the several veins in his neck pushing up to his skin. “I’ll see ya later.” He spoke through gritted teeth. You saw his fists tighten so hard that you felt he might actually break his bones. In the years that you’ve been dating Jimin, you’ve never seen him so angry. He unlocked the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for you. He realized that you were frozen in place, so he started to speak in the sweetest tone he can muster up with the anger running through his veins, “Y/N, get in the fucking car right now, or things will get worse.”

You practically bolted to the car seat, and you felt the car shake as Jimin slammed your door shut. He walked over to the driver’s side and sat in the car. He repeated his actions, and he harshly closes his door before putting his hands on the wheel. He exhaled deeply and turned to you, “Tonight, you’re gonna listen to every word I say. Do you understand, sweetheart?” You nodded your head to him, analyzing the strain in his voice. He was frustrated, and you honestly did not expect this level of dominance. “Good girl.” He responded before turning on the car.

You look down to your hands, thinking about what could happen tonight and all the things Jimin might do to you. “Are we going home?” You asked politely, wanting to alleviate his irritation.

Your question had the opposite effect, causing his veins to strain more. His jaw clenched, and he slowly turned to you at a menacing pace, “Baby, did I say that you could talk?” You were about to open your mouth, but Jimin continued, “I don’t wanna hear another word out of your mouth. Got it?” You nodded your head and returned to the position that you were in previously. Jimin’s hand lingered on your thigh and squeezed it to get your attention. “Tell me a safeword.”

A safeword? There were a few moments of silence before you thought of a sinister idea. You thought to yourself, He was already angry, why not triggering him more? You had a sense of where this night will lead to, and you were happy with the results. But a part of you wanted to tease him a bit more.

Jimin spoke once more, “Have you thought of it yet? Tell me.”

You muster up all the confidence you had, and you began, “Yes I did. The safeword is Taehyung.”

You thought that Jimin was angry before, but you were fucked now. You could feel the tension in the air.

His nails dig into your thighs, close to breaking the skin. You could see the stream coming out nostrils as he looked at you with nothing but depravity. You swore that he growled when he spoke, “Okay.”

You were screwed for tonight, but in every perfect way, right?

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session 6

so pdfing and jpging things for tumblr is hard so ur just gonna deal with this have fun

I'm sleepy

Also criminal minds is v good

"rain makes sleepy" or smth I can't process anything rn

"can I just stop.. Stop trying .. With discord"

We're so quiet

And out of it

"if I have an extra belt, I'll just hook it to it" - dom2020, about the loss of his window blinds stick thing

The only people w blinds problems r jacob n dom apparently

Jacob: can we start at 3

Jacob: can we start at 4

Jacob: can we start at 5

Lol ok

If lillian is a reformed horse girl dom is a reformed cow boy

JACOB IS GOING TO REPLACE THE MILK IN DOM'S HOUSE WITH HIS

"I'm going to go to your house and replace the milk in your house with mine"

Dom didn't know males could lactate

Last time we finished downtime w a bomb I guess

An explosion outside of our home

N then we found out the one goblin or smth killed by the explosion was the last key holder of the oh it was a gnomes it was an associate of renaer's father

Asyna given a necklace by a child + asyna's fish spirit thing

We go into mirt's house in one of the sitting rooms

Renaer is pacing and looks concerned n frantic

U missed sylvia's question oops

Ok wait suddenly we started talking about trump and politics what happened

Ok so when it comes to protesters burning stuff like cars and businesses there are a lot of reports that it's not protesters and that it's police and/or random ppl just joining to break things

I haven't looked into that as much but one of the biggest arguments is that ppl who were really protesting wouldn't b burning down the low-income businesses n stuff that have been

Adam asking to renaer and floon if the gnome had a reason to come to our house

Maybe gnome found out ppl were watching and maybe wanted to give us the thing

Adam asking if we need the body

if he didn't have it on him then the authorities would've confiscated

There r speak w dead practices ig

Not really any reason to believe it's not on the body

Mirt asks us to recount the events

Looked like zents

Why would zents want the gnome

Renaer said smth

All of us r flustered from day's events

Theo got 15

One of the neighbors fallah the elf person had said someone wandered off

Adam tells them abt which building the attack probs came from

Asyna brings up necklace and said it was from a puppet

Mirt takes the necklace and is looking at it

Four jewels hanging from the broken necklace, reddish-orange almost marbles

Looks like one of them had been pulled off

Stone impervious to scrying magic

Stone looks like ?????

Either with the police or on the zent or idk

Could ask trench to find it bc expert tracker

Adam runs arcana check on it

Rolls 18, learn it could have smth to do w the element of fire

"can we throw it into the fire?"

Gonna dangle the necklace over the candle

No reaction

Asyna has her deer, summons it

Comes out, paces, looks at asyna expectantly

Naya is a scrying deer so u can tell it to scry

"I'll show naya the necklace, be like, 'scry'"

Jumps around, backs up toward house front then looking for us to follow

Mirt is meeting w associates

Adam: "invite us" . "sometime"

Renaer says he'll lie low probs bc worried abt his fate

Floon says ditto basically

We're following naya and watching it move through the streets

Right as the sun sets make it further into sea ward and then naya stops and returns to the token

Back in the direction of our house toward a gated, walled-off manor house w elegant metal bars blocking some sight and a low wall covering it, locked gate

Building behind it looks two stories tall

You do not recognize the building

No visible guards, just the wall itself

Some light coming in from windows but no one in front of the windows walking around

Some light lit on the second story

Sylvia's gonna jump over it ig but I have to play w thE CHILD

Sylvia wants to use a bear

R we using my dog

Or is asyna turning into a bear

No one's around it's night

We're gonna try picking the lock first ig

Oh nvm we're knocking

Asyna is knocking

Waits a little, no response

Door made out of solid wood but we're just gonna lockpick instead of letting adam destroy it

Theo tries lockpicking, puts ear to door and eventually can't pick open lock

If asyna turns into an animal she can open the door

Squirrel!asyna time does it ez

Rolls 15 for perception

Squirrel!asyna is on the wall, there's a pathway that goes forward and one branching off towards the left to what's probably a guest house

Adam is gonna send message, eventually we notice a groundskeeper w two mastiffs

They're kinda far from us, over 100 ft away they're just making rounds

Asyna might try to unlock the door as a squirrel

Strength check as squirrel

Dogs r getting closer

Asyna can't open it

Could knock when the groundskeepers r closer

When mastiff+groundskeeper come closer we'll try that

OOP just asyna is rolling initiative as a squirrel

Lmao rolled nat20

Asyna might die ???

Climbs up wall again

Gets onto top of wall

Older human gentleman just pulls dogs aside

Groundskeeper says we can't go in and eventually walks away

Adam "not even someone who has official business with the house's master ?"

Rolls a 9, groundskeeper says come back in the sun

There's a dirt path ???? One going forward towards a porch into the main building, and a side path that eventually diverges abt 50 feet up the path further into the courtyard

Not a manor w manicured gardens, otherwise just p flat

We're gonna stealthily run for it

We make it to the main door of the house, it's unlocked - doesn't even look like it could be traditionally locked bc it's just a display door

We forgot to lock the door we left

60 feet away

Adam is giving me bardic inspiration whispered

He's playing a soft lullaby

You RUN

Can kinda shut it, to left you see the two dogs and groundskeeper but they don't notice you and you sneak back

We go into the villa

Go in, shut the door haha frozen computer

We enter and see immediately to the left 15 ft away a shut door, further down the hallway a long dinner setup

Dinner table turned over on its side

Staircase and another set of doors to right

But most of all there r dead bodies littered in the hallway

Probs 10ish

Some dressed in typical guardsmen attire w spears, smaller number of bodies covered in zents attire

We hear sounds of active fighting upstairs

Inspect the dead bodies

No one recognized, one of them collapsed in front of a doorway leading into a

Five different exits including door we came from and stairs

Check the other exits

Naya is summoned but it doesn't work

Oh bc it's once a day

Nvm there are four different doorways

One w a guard slumped over in front of it

Go to door to immediate left

Adam stealthily cracks door open, looks like a storage room

There's a skinny 5ft wide staircase to the right

Gonna check another door

Peek into another room w two human men dressed in black zent robes w maces at their belts and at the sound of the door, turn and r shocked for a second

Cel goes first

Groot gets 6 for initiative idk if there r any modifiers

They're running forward to attack

U roll 17+4 for first insight

U have sneak attack against one of the targets

14 pts of damage gOD I'M SO SORRY Y'ALL I TOOK A FAT MINUTE

U run up and stab him and he looks p heavily wounded

Cel has tripped and fallen for reasons

U get 4 damage he tries to hit u in the head so the wooden part of the mace hits ur head

Asyna

Pulls out ice knife

21 to hit, going for the one that hit me

Rolls a 1 LMAO

Ice knife

Couldn't hit him w full attack but secondary part of the attack hit him and has some damage

Adam

Runs into line of sight, they look cut up but not bloodied

Casts vicious mockery on the one u stabbed

Points at hole in gut "I bet the hole in ur gut is not as large as the hole in your heart"

4 damage

Theo

Strikes and misses

Groot

2 damage

Dom's gonna

kill my dog

Other guy attacks theo

Hits

U do 5 damage

Ok so

Ig every time u fight

U can use sneak attack ??

9 pts to damage

Ok I think ur using sneak attack wrong

Adam technically saved ur dog

Asyna

Rolls nat20 to hit

Rolls

Kills the guy

"I mean, shillelagh"

Howls in pain, slumps over on the ground

It's the bald one the guy u stabbed

Adam

Casts vicious mockery

Threatens baldness

2 damage

Theo

2, no hit

Groot

Doesn't hit

Other guy

Trying to hit theo

Hits

3 damage

Aerana

Shortsword

6 damage

Asyna

8 to hit

12 hits

7 damage

Siiiiiis imagine killing both of them wait is he dead

Oop he's not dead yet tho

Adam

Vicious mockery

Lives

Theo

16 to hit

ROLLS A ONE

LILLIAN

Four damage

BRUH

Groot misses

Other guy

Drops his weapon

Adam walks into the room

"hey buddy . What's goin on ?"

Persuasion check at disadvantage

Might as well kill

You kill, groot pushes adam so adam doesn't see

#sn #6 #dnd #d&d #wdh #lmao #mn

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look-ma-im-on-tv · 5 years ago

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My Knight In Shining Armour

Logince Angst

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Self harm, cutting, suicide, and minor kissing. Let me know if I missed any!

Roman smiled to himself. Logan had left one of his vocab cards in the table. This one was ‘Bruh.’ Despite Logan’s hatred for all of these terms, he really was trying. It warmed Roman's heart. If it was to learn more, or to please him, Roman didn’t know. But he didn’t care.

He just knew that he loved Logan more than he had ever loved another. He was so curious, he had this spark, this passion for knowledge that inspired him. You could see an entire galaxy in Logan’s eyes and still be missing something. Logan always tried his best, he never half-did anything, and once his mind was set on something, he wouldn’t just let it go, or give up.

Roman admired that. In a way, he was the same. Not as clever or wondrous, but he had the same passion for the things he cares about.

Today, Roman was supposed to go to his boring desk job. He hated it, but it paid for things like food, and it was just until the next theatre gig. A temporary thing, but that still didn’t curb his disdain. How could he follow his dreams with Logan if he was stuck following orders from grey people in a grey building? He needed the bright colors of a job with creativity and passion! Not this.

He was sick of it. At least for today. Roman figured he could be ‘sick’ for a day or two without any problems… Besides, he wanted to spend time with his boyfriend.

So, at this, he put his things down and went to their bedroom to change out of his office clothes. He planned to surprise Logan, so he was being very quiet. He knew how Specs would react. He’d act mad, then worried for the job, and once Roman calmed him, he’d be happy that he was home for now. Anyone could tell that all the time apart while they saved money and Roman was working on becoming famous was putting a strain on their relationship. But that would be alright soon. There was an audition a couple weeks from now.

Roman finished changing and called in sick to work. He wondered where Logan went. He hadn’t seen him since he was about to leave. Which made his sneaking easier, but where could he be? He left the bedroom and searched around the house. Logan wasn’t in the kitchen, or the living room…

He went back upstairs and facepalmed with the realization. Logan was just in the bathroom. So he returned downstairs and got out some eggs, bacon, and pancake mix. Logan was going to love this. He smiled to himself.

Roman got to work making breakfast. He enjoyed cooking, the creativity and invention required was amazing. And he always loved trying to impress Logan with the food he made. Roman finished making the pancakes, and started to get a little bit confused. He went back upstairs. What was taking Logan so long? He went back into the bedroom, expecting Logan to be busy at his desk.

“Hey, so-” He wasn’t there. He stepped out into the hallway, and saw that the door to the bathroom was still closed with the light on inside. He wasn’t just gonna wait anymore, he’d been in there for a half hour! And he didn’t even pose in the mirror like Roman did, there was no reason for him to be in there for so long, especially considering Logan absolutely hated wasting any time. Roman knocked on the door rhythmically.

“Hello? Logan?” He heard a quiet, startled yelp from behind the door. “Logan, you in there? I stayed home today… I was gonna surprise you, but you’ve been in there a while. You okay?"

“U-uh… Yeah…! I’m perfectly alright, don’t-don’t worry.” Now Roman was worried. No, not worried– scared. This was nothing like Logan. His voice was forced, like the words were pushed through his teeth. Like he was struggling. And he sounded scared too. Logan was never scared.

“Logan? You don’t sound okay. Can… Can I come in?”

“ No! No, don’t do that! Uh… Why-why would you stay home? We are supposed to be working at the moment, for our house, am I wrong? ”

“One day won’t hurt. I’m coming in, Logan.”

“ No! ” There was a harsh thud as it seemed that Logan threw himself against the door. Roman instantly started pushing against the door. Luckily it was unlocked. “Logan?!? Logan, let me in! What’s going on? Are you okay, open the door!”

“N-n-no! Roman, stop, I-” He was cut off by Roman bursting through the door and falling to the floor. This is one of the few times Logan wishes his boyfriend wasn’t so strong… He didn’t want Roman to see what lows he had fallen to.

“Logan!” Roman scrambled to his feet and turned to Logan, worried that he had hurt him with the door. His hands flew up to his mouth, stifling a gasp and a sob. “Logan… W-what… What happened? Why…?” The sleeve of Logan’s dress shirt was pulled up, and there were deep gashes all over his wrist. The tub was full of bloody water, and his face was streaked with tears.

“I-I… You were supposed to leave…”

Roman sprung towards Logan, not even holding back his sobs anymore. He hugged him, as if it was the last time he ever would. And seeing all the blood along with Logan’s slurred, struggling speech made him worry it would be. “Logan! Logan, why? Why would you do this?”

“ I… I just… ” Roman could feel Logan start to slump. He was losing consciousness.

“No, no, no, no, NO! Stay awake! I can’t lose you!” He stumbled to his feet, pulling Logan up with him.

“We have to get you to a hospital,” he cried out, still sobbing. He ripped the bathroom door open further and dragged Logan out, before putting him down and running to get his phone off of their bed. How could this happen? Everything seemed fine! Well, not fine, but not this! He dialed 911 and rushed back to Logan, who was limp on the carpet.

The operator picked up, “911, what’s your emergency?”

Finally! “Oh god, please help! My-my boyfriend, Logan! He-he, there’s so much blood and just please get some help! ” The 911 operator got information and sent an ambulance on it’s way. Roman was cradling Logan’s head in his arms and sobbing into his chest. This shouldn’t have happened. Why would this happen? How could this happen to them? To Logan? Everything was fine! It was okay, they were gonna make their money and be happy.

Logan coughed. He wasn’t completely unconscious yet! “Logan, oh god, Logan! Please be okay! You have to be okay!”

He coughed again. “S…orry…”

“I called 911, you’re gonna be okay, Logan! You’re gonna be okay, just please, you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake.”

“Roman, I… I’m sorry… You witnessed this…”

“No, no don’t- I just- you have to be okay!” Roman heard sirens approaching over his own cries. He lifted his head to look at Logan’s face. He wiped away one of Logan’s tears with his thumb, not that it was of any use, as it was immediately replaced with his own. Logan’s eyes were slightly open, and the galaxy of wonder and curiosity was gone. How could he look so… Lifeless? This person that he had loved for three years now… It hardly even looked like him anymore. Roman lowered his head to kiss his parted lips. This couldn’t be the end! Right?

Roman heard the front door burst open, and the rest was a blur as professionals brought Logan and Roman into the ambulance. There was so much noise, but it seemed muted to Roman, he was too lost in his worry to pay attention.

Doctors rushed them out of the ambulance and Logan was taken away. Roman was sat in a room to sit there and wait, still crying. He had never been so scared in his life. Several hours later, a doctor walked into the room.

“Roman? Roman Prince?"

“ Huh? Is he okay? Will he be okay?” Roman needed to know. Now.

“Come with me. Don’t worry, he’s stable right now.” Roman ran up to the doctor, impatient. He needed to see Logan, and he rushed the whole way to his room, pushing through door without any hesitation when they reached it.

“Logan?” He ran to the bedside, falling to his knees as he did so, and grabbed Logan’s hand. It felt colder than usual. “Logan, please say something. You’re okay, I’m here, it’ll be okay.”

“Roman…?”

“Oh, god, you can talk, you’re okay! Logan, oh, Logan you’re okay, I’m so sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry? Of all people, I should be the one apologizing. I made you cry, Roman.”

“I don’t care. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But why? Why would you… do this? ”

“I…” Logan hesitated.

“You can trust me Logan. I’m here for you.”

“I feel… Trapped. We were supposed to be living that dream of ours a year ago. And it still hasn’t come to fruition. On top of it all… You were always away, and for what? Nothing changes, the only thing that ever does is us drifting apart in our relationship even further. ”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared to… worried at what may become of it. So I found my own escape. ”

“I’m sorry… But I’m here for you now, you never have to feel trapped again. I don’t know what I’ll do, but I promise that I will never let it come to this again.”

“I’m sorry, Roman. ”

“No, I’m sorry. I love you so much, and I’m sorry. I don’t want to lose you. ”

“… I love you too…” He paused for a moment. “My knight in shining armour. ”

#Sanders Sides #oh no why did I do this #these poor characters #logince #angst #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #WHY DIDN'T I TAG THIS BETTER #self harm tw #cutting tw #hospital tw #injury tw #blood tw #tw blood #this is so terrible....#okay then past me.

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matamisin · 6 years ago

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Consider: Mina is a genuinely happy and positive person, but everyone has bad days (especially people who have been thru trauma, like seeing your loved ones regularly beaten to a bloody pulp). The thing is that Mina just. Refuses to show that trauma has actually been effecting her. She starts suppressing negative reactions to situations bc she wants to "stay strong." Beginning of the year? She cried when they got rescued from USJ. End of the year? "Lmao guess we survived another one! Ha! Ha! :)"

oh my god like millennial humor?? if yeah then lmao mina please

if not ahhh Mina baby you have feelings too that you gotta tend to!\

Alright- All (or at least all the angst headcanons I received) are answered below the cut! Please be careful, there are some, well angsty things in there!

TW: Eating Disorder, Gore/ Graphic Depictions, Homophobia, Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/ Self harm mention, Death, Possible spoilers to those not caught up with the BNHA manga- Please ask to tag if I missed any!

(looking at all these warnings made me realize omfg YALL DID NOT HOLD BACK IM CRYING ASK AND THOU SHALT RECEIVETH I SUPPOSE)

a-single-eyelash asked:

Denki accidentally hurt someone as a kid, say a sibling or good friend, with his quirk. It made him hate his work, until he saw a hero with a similar work to his. This is what made him think that not only is his quirk cool, but also that he can become a hero. Well until, he hurt Sero. His boyfriend, got electrocuted by him on the battlefield. (Sorry this is an idea I’ve had for a fic)

O H

BRUH THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN COMING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUSHES I THOUHGT THERE WAS GONNA BE A HAPPY ENDING THIS IS STILL GOOD THO

anonymous asked:

Bakugou is still sad, Sero is suicidal (Read to may fics about it man), Kami is legitimately afraid he’ll disappoint his parents, Tsu feels to normal, Kiri feeeeeelsss way to useless, and idk maybe Aoyama feels ignored. My own angsty headcanons.

Ah, yeah I can see how those can play into those characters!

anonymous asked:

Sero’s fight or flight response with a villains ice-like quirk (if your for that headcanon) OR Sero overwhelming his quirk trying to rescue a goddamn building of people

OH YA I AM FOR THAT

Also NO STOP HAVE I GOT SOMETHING IN STORE ABOUT COLLAPSING BUILIDINGS

anonymous asked:

Ashido + Bakugou bond over their quirks being destructive and not really knowing how to use them to actually *help* people

oh wow, I’ve never actually seen it that way.

But how about this: while they vent to each other about how their quirks can’t help people, the other is like, full on giving them descriptions of how their quirks actually CAN but they just never realized and they’re opening each other’s eyes while having their own insecurities knocked down

anonymous asked:

Omg your angst au is so angsty it’s beautiful

AH thank you haha!

anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannon boi- Sero was bullied in middle school for having wonky teeth and actually had braces. Which is why he has such a pearly white smile now. Sero was the last in his class to get his quirk and when he did he was laughed at because it was a ‘useless quirk’

n O ANON IM SOB

IM CRYING LEAVE HIM ALONE ILL SQUARE UP WITH THOSE BULLIES

anonymous asked:

Angst head cannon. Sero flinches whenever kirishima hardens. Sero’s parents are majorly homophobic and are actually quite strict. So whenever sero isn’t with bakusquad he tries to revise but it doesn’t work and he’s scared to ask for help.

Aw, man that’s heart wrenching to have parents so unsupportive- I feel it :( He’s just in a constant worry state whenever they’re around

anonymous asked:

If you’re still accepting the angst hcs… i think kaminari gets like really overcharged whenever there’s a storm and since they moved to the dorms there’s nowhere for him to release all the excess energy. So he just kinda hides away in his room in pain.

Aw, that’s terrible!

I dunno.. I feel like that one day when someone finds out during a storm, they’ll like, ask the teachers about “where someone could discharge a lot of energy askingforafriend” and they immediately know who they’re talking about and they’ll ask Powerloader and Mei and others in their department to build something for him to discharge all the excess AND be able to utilize it somehow :0 just a thought!

anonymous asked:

My headcannons: Sero is anorexic Bakugou has PTSD Kaminari has depression Kirishima had self-esteem issues Ashido is perfect (canon)

Oh that last part- she is, she is *clap**clap*

Though.. I will say that just because the others are haunted by those- it doesn’t make them less perfect. It’s their struggles that they learn to cope with and grow from, and it makes them, well, them. Not a definition of perfect can define that :’)

(sorry just speaking from my thoughts cause these hit close to home ahhh)

anonymous asked:

Lmao i sent a lot sorry if their not the best but hopefully some heart strings will be pulled

NONSENSE ANON ALL MY HEART STRINGS WERE PLUCKED BY ALL THESE AND NOW ITS YALLS TURN

transcandydemon asked:

Todocanon; todoroki has constant nightmares of the boiling water incident and of his father hurting him or his mom which causes him to not get as much sleep ie his calm attitude and how he’s not quick to get into conversations because of exhaustion

oh ya, such a traumatic past is def something that could still be haunting him in his dreams :’( but when the others notice, they’ll make sure to check up on him and try to find ways to help reduce nightmares or at least comfort him whenever they’re in his dreams

anonymous asked:

Deku head canon : deku is super jealous of kirishimas and bakugoa relationship since hes been trying to get close to kacchan for years and kirishima managed to do it within days

D’: He probably would feel that- jealousy’s very strong! But ah, in my personal opinion, i think he’d feel that, but after time learns that maybe it was best that he stopped dwelling on it and moves on, and learns to accept and be happy that he and Bakugou could at least be acquaintances that could eventually work well :’)

anonymous asked:

Denki headcanon: where he wants to be as close to bakugo as kirishima is and he tries so damn hard but takes bakugos insults to heart and he really does get torn up and upset about it(ex: the sports festival scene )

Oh wait which scene? Dunce face or?? :0 but yeah, I feel like he’d take it to heart at times. (but my bakukami heart tells me to say that when Baku realizes he gives him a good ass pep talk and beings hold back on his insults, or reassures Denki)

anonymous asked:

Bakugou could have PTSD and nightmares

Oh same headcanon! :’D Ah, but poor Bakugou. I’m sure the others would take it into mind and be aware of it and help him subtly so as to not provoke him, :’(

violetsare-tblue asked:

Bakugo: because of his inferiority complex, feels like he needs to prove himself over and over or he’ll be just the victim again Iida: his left arm is completely numb. He isn’t paralyzed and he can move it. He just can’t feel anything in his hand or arm. Makes holding hands with someone feel empty and useless Sero: he is so scared of being worthless as a hero and a person. He doesn’t want to be left behind by his classmates so he overworks himself and comes to school with random bruises

Oh mmhmm, I definitely see the Bakugou one! Especially after what he said during his fight with Deku, it def shows :(

Aw, Iida probably still looks back at his actions back in the Stain arc and regrets the errors of his ways. Luckily, I’m sure he’ll find someone who helps him through it and reminds him that mistakes don’t define him :’)

:’( Serooo MAKING ME CRY

casua-aria asked:

I have this Sero headcanon where he was the disposable (like how when tape dispensers run out and become disposable) friend in groups throughout his childhood, but now that he goes to UA, he has true caring friends that would never do that to him.

D: !!

That’s so sad- he must have thought his quirk was just life taunting him for being “disposable” hence the tape quirk :( but heck yeah, once he meets the students of UA he definitely begins to see that he wasn’t the problem in the past, but rather those that he was “friends” with!

anonymous asked:

Sero remembering very clearly all the pain that happened when his arm got cut off, maybe being a little scared of Kirishima for a few days after he first wakes up? Idk

OH YEAH THAT ONE HURTS

Like maybe.. once he’s able to respond again, he flinches and has an anxiety attack when he sees Kirishima because the sight of him just sends a flood of the memory to play in his head OOF

anonymous asked:

A personal favorite that nobody’s really thought of: a villain cuts off one finger from each of Ochako’s hands so she can’t use her quirk

OH MAN THATS BRUTAL OMG

That’s so dark!! I feel like a villain would do that should they get a hold of her and, mm maybe wanna rile up someone close to her to lure them in

meptoonzart asked:

Kirishima traitor

b R U H ID CRY MY EYES OUT IF HORI MADE HIM THE TRAITOR

Anonymous said:

I have a lot of angsty headcanons about Kaminari specifically so I’ll just spam you with those. He attracts electricity, so he often gets struck by lightning and has almost died from it twice. Kaminari knows people think he’s the traitor and it eats him up inside every day. He’s been ‘propositioned’ by quite a few creeps because he’s pretty and his quirk is, well, what it is. He has nightmares a lot and it causes power outages, he’s terrified his classmates will hate him for it.(1/?(Idk2maybe)

Sero got into a fight with someone after the sports festival, because how the hell did he make it into UA’S hero course, and Kaminari happens to be with him and he actively threatens the dude who started the fight with his quirk. No one bullies his friends. His overuse of his quirk is slowly killing him, he hasn’t told anyone that it’s destroying his brain. Bakugo reminds him of living in an abusive household but he doesn’t know how to say it so he laughs it off.(2/?(Okaymaybe4wearegettingthere)

Kirishima and Sero are the first to find out about both the frying brain and the abusive household, and Sero asks Kaminari if he wants to go try something. Kaminari says sure and Sero reserves a training ground for them, and Sero swings around with Kaminari and he hopes it works for Kami the same way it does for him. Sero is smiling because he doesn’t know what else to do, but swinging through the air helps him feel better and free. It helps. But there’s always, always the anxiety (¾)

the anxiety of ‘Maybe today is the day I fall’, but he doesn’t realize that Kaminari is helping him stay grounded. He won’t fall. Not when he gets to see Kaminari fuller of life than he’s ever been. They land on one of the buildings in ground Beta, and laugh like idiots as it starts to rain. Kaminari’s dying, Sero is a mess, and they just sit there for hours, past the end of their reservation, talking through their anxieties. Kaminari is scared to die. Sero is scared to lose him. (Okay1more4/5)

Sero promises Kaminari he’ll be there, he’ll do everything he can to help keep him alive as long as possible, and he asks Kaminari how long he has from his last estimate. Kaminari laughs, starting to cry. Six years. Sero tells the Bakusquad, and they promise him that they’ll be there when the time comes. Not villains or Dadzawa could stop them, and finally it does. For only being a hero for three years, he’s made history for kids who have terminal illnesses (ranoutofspacedammit)

And the drawbacks of quirks come more into light. Kaminari may not be a great student or hero, but he brought hope to a lot of people, and everyone will miss him. They can’t hear thunder crack without thinking of him, can’t see the golden sunrise without thinking of his smile. Can’t even bear to look at the classic lit section in a bookstore. He saved people and raised awareness, but he wrecked their hearts as well. (Somehow this turned into a near-fic I’m so sorry Hope you’re doing well(Done))

ANON OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS BASICALLY FIC IM CRYING THERES SO MUCH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START CRYING

iamnootthedabmast-r said:

Heard you want some angsty headcannons- so Kaminari tends to stay up due to his quirk and he likes to stay in the dormitory lobby, so he just sits on the couch on his phone or just sits there in the dark- but this leads to him finding some secretive angsty stuff about other people in the dormitory for ex; Bakugou comes downstairs and just starts cooking cause he has terrible night terrors and Kaminari just quietly witnesses as Bakugou cries silently while he eats. (Part 1)

(Part 2) the next morning Kaminari kind of wants to try ask or comfort him but feels rude and awkward so he also kind of struggles with the knowledge of knowing that everyone in his class is a little to a lot of broken. So yeah, sorry if it’s a little confusing- in awkward when it comes to writing what I want to write…

DUUDE THIS IS SUCH A SAD CONCEPT IF YOU WRITE IT I WILL LEGITERALLY PERISH ON SPOT

Anonymous said:

May we… suggest directly… angsty oneshots? Please feel free to ignore this if you preferred hcs

(lmao sorry, im not caught up with the manga or anime to know what the first part is referrring to :’D) but ah yeah I’ve seen that headcanon, not too sure how to feel, but it’s out there!

#tw eating disorder #tw gore #tw graphic depictions #tw homophobia #tw depression #tw suicidal tendencies #tw self harm #tw death mention #bnha spoilers #long post #ask to tag #ahh i wont tag much else of bn/ha so it doesnt gloom up the tags!#all i want for christmas is queue

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iamrheaspeaks · 6 years ago

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You Owe Me!

I haven’t written shit in years and prose isn't really my genre but this is happening 🤷🏾‍♀️ I’m forcing myself to post. Lightly proofread. But anyway, here’s my little OC! baby...

A/N: Bold italics are song lyrics

Word Count: ~1750

Warnings: None?!

Milly had been running on autopilot all day. Only getting four hours of sleep, and didn’t have time to smoke before work. Plus, she was just sick of being affected by everyone’s negative energy. You could understand why she couldn’t wait to just get home and shower away the filth of all things today. Ishe was still sleep in bed when Milly got in, “Let me tip toe my way into the bathroom”, she thought to herself.

As the hot water from the shower ran over her, Milly started to feel less bogged down from today’s events. Finally letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding on to. Her whole body relaxing as the tension washed away down the drain with the suds. After finishing the rest of her shower routine Milly makes her way into their bedroom. Ishe’s now awake, sitting in bed watching dumbass fight videos on WorldStar.

“How was work?” Ishe asked not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“Absolute shit! The fucking AC broke in the whole damn building and there was mandatory staff training today. Being stuck in a room full of sweaty balls, desperation and body heat is a FUCKING nightmare”! Milly recants as she searched through the small pile of clothes on her side of the bed for a specific pair of pajama shorts. As Milly continues to rant Ishe begins to make his way over to the desk in the opposite corner of the room.

“Damn!” Ishe manages to squawk out before silently laughing, suddenly more glad that he was off today. And he would never admit it but it was kinda turning him on, “Imma load up Coral for you so you can get some down time. Sounds like you need it”! He turns to face forward in the seat to continue loading when he adds on, “Plus, I’m kinda scared for my boys” losing focus again and instinctively grabbing his junk with his non-dominant hand. Looking at her briefly through the mirror Ishe begins taking in just how compromising Milly’s current position is. Bent over at the waist totally oblivious to her surroundings, head deep in a pile of clothes that all happened to be varying shades of black, completely nude.

“You should be!” Milly chuckled while rolling her eyes at his half-failed attempt to lighten the mood. Coral is Milly’s three-piece; 3D printed stackable water pipe. Couldn’t 100% compare to the glass piece she normally used but it was a good conversation starter. And the bitch hit, HARD! “Anyway…thank you! I’m probably gonna take a hit or two, clear my Instagram and then come down stairs so we can finally go out and do the food shopping”. Ishe already in motion to the door at this point since he was done with Coral, paused slightly to look over his shoulder back to her with his left eyebrow raised, “Bet!”

“Damn!” Ishe says to himself looking at the time on his phone and realizing that Milly is probably dead to the world. On his way to use the bathroom he peaks his head in the room to see and sure enough, she was knocked out. “Food shopping my ass”, Ishe thought to himself continuing to head to the bathroom. On his way out, after having decided to just go to the store without her Ishe stopped to take in the sight before him. Milly was sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair black running shorts with a pink trimming. They accentuated her ass, which made them his favorite. The lack of a top left Milly’s back tattoo on display. Full sized angel wings with the quote “angels speak to those who silence their minds long enough to hear” in script tracing along her spine pulling the whole piece together. Of all her tattoos this was the one that made Ishe worship the ground Milly walked on. It was mostly because of the deliberate imperfections she had the tattoo artist incorporate. Milly was adamant about the wings looking frayed and slightly scorched. Burned even, as if she literally fell from heaven. She had fallen asleep with her phone in her right hand and with her left on the side of her face making it look like she was adjusting her glasses. Feeling his dick twitch Ishe stuck his tongue out, licking his bottom lip while looking to his phone for the time. “Fuck! Let me get this damn store before it get busy.” Ishe thinks to himself running down the stairs. Ignoring his slight erection.

Shameful to say she woke up about 3 hours later to a quite house and messages from Ishe.

Ishe:

You owe me!

I had to go food shopping by myself 😭

I’ll be back soon though. I’m down the street catching up with Ace. I love you miss!

Still kinda groggy she rereads his messages before dragging the screen from right to left so she could see the time stamp. Eyes shooting to the top of the screen at the time, “FUCK!” Milly shouted while sitting up and fixing her glasses. “Did I really just knock out for 3 fucking hours? What the fuck?” She questioned as her fingers hovered over the phone momentarily thinking of what to finally reply to Ishe.

Milly:

I’m sorry daddy! I guess I was more tired than I thought. Love you too! 💋

Milly smiled to herself as the message sent. She then proceeds to grab one of Ishe’s oversized shirts that she’s claimed and made her way the kitchen to find something to eat. Waking up with the munchies is a bitch!

“…I, I'm a do you dirty/ Say you love me now, baby, it's too early/ I, I'm a do you dirty/ You think you love me now, I think you should be worried…” Milly was dancing around the kitchen shoving her face with fruit while singing along to Kehlani’s “Do U Dirty” when Ishe returned home with Ace in tow. Ace was Ishe’s good friend he met a couple jobs ago and they just stayed in touch. Plus, he was pretty reliable when your personal connect was out of town. The three smoked, chilled and blurted out their random stoner thoughts while watching Ridiculousness. And would all slightly cringe every time Chanel laughed uncontrollably.

Milly can’t really register when it happened but eventually she was gone to the point where the only things on her mind were sex and sleep. Thinking to herself “Yup, I’m definitely fucking high”! Immediately after the image of riding the shit out Ishe popped into her head. Biting her lip, her core clamped down on nothing, just as her bundle of nerves pulsed at the thought simultaneously. Making it even harder to push the now intrusive images out her mind.

“…I'm your doctor, when in need/ Want some coke, have some weed/ You know me, I'm your friend…” Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman” suddenly blaring from Ace’s plug phone finally broke Milly out her thoughts. She looked up to see Ishe staring at her. Her eyes grew wide as her clouded mind registered that she was squeezing her thighs together. And to make things worse, she was still biting her bottom lip. Ishe raises his eyebrow and glides his tongue across his bottom lip when their eyes meet. The motion causing Milly to shutter in her seat as a chill ran up her spine under his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes undressing her but couldn’t will herself to look away. Ishe was the first to break the intense glance, to look over at Ace. The sound of his voice made his presence remembered.

“Yeah I got you ma. Give me 15” Ace responding to the person on the phone before hanging up, “Yo, Ishe, I’ll catch you later bruh. This fine girl that found me on Instagram tryna buy a quarter”. “Uh huh nigga. Whatever.” Ishe responds with a half smirk, it’s obvious he didn’t believe Ace at all. “You are such a man whore Ace! Don’t let your bad guy antics rub off on Ishe or we gonna be fightin!” Milly interjected while gathering things for their retreat upstairs since their company was leaving. Ishe and Ace both side eyed each other before letting out a huge laugh looking back at Milly. Ace responding to her threat, “You know I learned everything I know from YO nigga right?” thumb pointing to her beau. Ishe fake gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls before backhanding Ace in the arm catching him off guard, “Don’t be telling my girl that shit man!” Milly just shock her head at their childishness and continued her way up the stairs.

Ishe finally begin to go upstairs after playing Xbox Live with his cousin for a few games of Black Ops. Milly’s knocked out clutching a stuffed elephant from Ikea in the center of the bed with the light and TV on. Abandoning the shorts she looked so hard for back into the pile, now only wearing Ishe’s shirt. Left leg bent at the knee causing the shirt to rise up, leaving her ass fully exposed. The sight alone was teasing Ishe, almost daring him to do something. The buzz from the weed was starting to fully take over along with the feeling of his dick making his pants tight once again. Ishe couldn’t help but to act on the images that flashed through his mind while staring down at Milly from the doorway.

Slowly moving to hover over Milly, Ishe further examined the current state of his lover. Her copper colored skin was begging to be caressed. Her thick thighs untouched by any marks or ink. Full round bottom looking inviting as fuck. Ishe’s hand twitched as the urge to smack it came over him, “Not yet” he thought bringing his slight inner turmoil to a halt. Bypassing what was underneath that shirt for now, he started to make Milly stir underneath him. Ishe showered her with deliberate and needy kisses along the back and right side of her neck. When Ishe gently sucked on that sweet spot right behind Milly’s ear it earned him a sleepy moan right before Milly let out a weak “Mmm?” before scrunching up her face and prying her eyes open. Attempting to familiarize herself with the now pitch black bedroom. Just as she’s starting to come to, Milly’s whole body grows stiff as Ishe leans back down barely hovering over her with his mouth a feather’s touch away from her ear. “I told you...You owe me!” Ishe’s voice deep but barely above a whisper as he slowly inched inside of her…

Final Notes:

I’m a sucker for unisex names with interesting meanings 🙃

Milly- Latin origin: means hard worker of gentle strength

Ishe- African origin: means God, lord or leader

@savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @cancerianprincess

#rheaspeaks #my writing #my words #my work #you owe me #original characters #this is longer than i expected #milly x ishe #called out #out of my element #here it is #overwhelemed #i had to force myself to post this #i almost deleted the whole thing #rheaspeaks masterlist

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 26

Hope

I lay snuggled against Chris’s chest as he sat on my bed with his back against the wall and his legs spread wide to accommodate me. We were supposed to be watching some movie on Netflix on the large screen of the smart tv on the other side of the room, but I was entirely too focused on trying not to slip into a quiet slumber with the way Chris gently massaged the tips of his fingers against my scalp. It’d been nearly a week since we got back from Thanksgiving break and I was surprised to say the least when we got back to school and he made more than an effort to constantly spend time with me. It was almost overkill how much we hung out together, but he didn’t seem to mind and because of that… neither did I. Like today for instance, even after I told him that Destani and I had invited Angel and Cammie over for some girl time to catch up after the break, he still insisted that he come over to “chill” with us because he missed me… even though we’d just spent an entire week together at my dad’s. I didn’t argue though… I simply made sure to answer the door when he came knocking with Taylor right behind him.

“Shit! What the fuck ya’ll niggas got us watching?” Cammie squealed from her seat beside Chris and I on the small bed. She was wrapped up in one of my fluffy blankets and she had created a small fort around herself and still kept a pillow in her lap to cover her eyes when necessary.

“Bruh, this shit ain’t even scary… what you jumping for?” Taylor laughed from his strewn position on Destani’s bed. He was lying flat on his stomach facing the tv and Destani sat up against the wall with her legs tossed lazily over his butt with her own small fort formed around her and yes… a pillow smashed right up against her face.

“Tuh, not scary… babe did you not see this old lady hop all in front of the camera like that? Like how did she even know that shit was there?” Destani said as she continued to press the pillow against her face. “Got damn I don’t know, but gimme a pillow puta… this movie is outta line right now!” Angel fussed from where she sat perched up against Destani’s bed on the floor. Ever since the very first time they’d visited our room, she’d taken some strange liking to the shag hipster rug near the side of Destani’s bed and she insisted on laying on it through the duration of the movie. Barely peaking over the side of her own pillow, Destani snatched one up from the head of her bed and tossed it down right on the top of Angel’s head which turned out perfect for her because she simply tugged it down over her head.

I could feel the vibration of Chris’s raspy laughter, but again it was a struggle for me to even keep my eyes open so I ignored it and kept my face snuggled against his firm chest.

“You scared too lil bitty?” He mumbled with his lips pressed against the top of my head.

“Huh?” I muttered, briefly snatching my eyes open in an effort to understand what he’d just said. He flexed his chest out a bit and I could feel him looking down at me, but I simply clung onto the sides of his shirt like a child and weaseled around into a more suitable position.

“Are you even watching the movie girl?” He asked quietly.

“No… I’m sleepy.”

He laughed softly again and a short tingle shot from my scalp to my toes as he slithered his fingertips along the span of my back “You weren’t sleepy when I got here. Don’t fall asleep on me now babe… wake up.”

“What are we even watching?” I asked in a sleep laden voice.

“The Visit.”

“Ugh, why?” I pushed myself up from him and with a yawn, ran a hand through my unruly hair.

“Because…” His voice trailed off and I glanced over at him to see him watching me as he nibbled into the corner of his bottom lip.

With a playful roll of my eyes, I made a move to get completely off the bed only to be stopped by the feeling of him tugging me back to him.

“Where you going?” He asked.

“Now I have to pee.” Politely snatching away from him, I finally made my way off the bed and moved toward the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if he thought I was tricking him and moving away to sit somewhere else or what, but his stare never left me and I could feel it burning into me until I was around the corner and locked away in the small restroom. After handling my business and quietly sitting there for a moment attempting to overcome my sudden fatigue, I finally finished up and reached to pull the door open only to flinch and jump back about a foot when I spotted Chris perched up on the cramped counter space right outside the bathroom door.

“Gosh, you scared me… what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly with a hand pressed against my heaving chest.

“Waiting for you.” He mumbled.

“You couldn’t have waited right where you were on the bed?”

He shook his head abruptly and quickly swiped his tongue out over his lips “It’s too crowded over there.”

With a shake of my head, I ignored him momentarily as I made my way to the sink to wash my hands. Of course the entire time I did so, I could feel his golden eyed stare on me.

“You know I hate when you stare at me like that.” I mumbled, not bothering to lift my gaze from the towel I used to dry my hands with.

“And you know I can’t help it.” As soon as I finished drying my hands, he had a hand wrapped loosely around my left arm and he tugged me over until I was wedged comfortably between his parted legs. He lowered one hand to rest at my side while he slithered the other through my hair, tugging it back slightly so I could look up at him.

“You think they’ll notice if we…” “No Chris, not with all our friends right around this corner.” I fussed before he could even finish his question, practically snatching my head right out of his grasp. He only chuckled softly, but caught my head and pulled me right back to him… this time quickly latching his plump lips against the side of my neck. I gasped aloud before I could catch myself and gripped onto his thighs as he kept his lips hooked on my neck and swirled his hot tongue against my skin. The hand that he had planted against my side continued to pull me closer to him than I thought possible and soon, I could feel the most prominent erection pressed against my stomach.

“Mmm, what are you doing?” I moaned softly.

“You feel that shit?” He groaned as he slithered his lips around to the other side of my neck, “That’s all you baby.”

“What is wrong with you?” I whispered.

“You do this to me. I can’t help it.” He said. Sure the last time we’d done anything sexual had been a week ago when we got caught at my dad’s, but I figured what we’d done in that basement was enough to hold him over. It’s like I couldn’t even be in the same room as him without some type of sexual tension building between the two of us. I didn’t even have time to respond back to him… he’d already moved up past the front of my neck and latched his moist lips onto mine, leaving me to moan right into his mouth. He kissed me slow, gripping onto the side of my neck and barely rotating his head from side to side as though truly trying to appreciate every second he kept his lips against mine. I held onto the front of his shirt with one hand and continued to grip his thigh with the other, all while silently praying that I wouldn’t moan out too loud and draw any attention to us.

We kissed for what felt like forever and the air around us seemed to get hotter the more he touched me… and boy were his hands roaming. He had a firm grip on my left breast at this point and I was sure it was his hand that’d become entangled in the hair at the nape of my neck… so I didn’t immediately recognize the sensation of another hand palming my butt. It wasn’t until I felt warm air against the back of my neck that I realized Chris clearly wasn’t the only one fondling me, so I quickly snatched away from him and swiftly swung around to find Cammie only a few inches away from me with the slyest smirk on her face.

“Cammie, what are you doing?” I whispered harshly. I definitely didn’t intend on drawing any attention to this situation.

“I’m just tryna get my lil feel in too.” She giggled, stretching a hand out once again to grip my butt. Reflexively, I slapped her hand away from me and turned completely so that my back was to Chris and I was fully facing her.

“What do you mean get your feel in?” I asked, unsure of whether this girl was joking or not.

“Ya’ll just looked like you were having fun and I wanted to join in again.” The smirk hadn’t left her face and the horror-stricken expression hadn’t left mine. Again? What did she mean again?

“I told you.” Chris had leaned in close to the side of my face and he whispered in my ear just loud enough for me to hear. My eyes instinctively rolled at the thought of what he had indeed tried to explain to me about our last “encounter” with Cammie, but even standing in the girl’s presence with her attempting to fondle me I was going to continue to deny it. I refused to believe that I had done anything sexual at all with my friend… my girl friend.

“Listen, Cammie… I really don’t know what you’re talking about. But I’m not, really… into that.”

She chortled softly through her nose as her eyes danced over my frame and she crossed her arms up over her chest.

“Into what?” She asked, “Fucking other girls? Because if my memory serves me correctly, you’ve pretty much already done that.”

Chris snorted behind me and by the time I swung around to glare at him, he’d already slapped a closed fist up over his mouth and his face was obviously red from fighting back his laughter. I could feel the heat rising in my own cheeks at this point and I almost regretted turning back to face her... she was about to call me right out and I was not ready for that.

“Look love, I kinda already figured you out at this point. I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t have a little hope that I could have my way with you, because truthfully I’m really attracted to you. But obviously,” She paused to cut her eyes over at Chris then bit into her bottom lip as her eyes dropped to his right hand which was hooked protectively to my hip, “I can’t always have my way.”

I had no clue what to say at this point. From the moment I met Cammie, I’d always considered her a friend and a close friend at that. Sure I had my suspicions about her when we met, but I chose not to outright judge her and I brushed my assumptions off. I was left almost speechless from her brashness and for a while I really didn’t know how to respond to her.

“Cammie… are… are you gay?” I asked quietly, subtly gripping onto Chris’s knee. She stared at me for a moment and thoughtlessly swept her pierced tongue out over her lips then she dropped her head and giggled.

“I don’t like to consider myself gay. I think of it more as… exploring my options, I guess. I don’t know… I’m attracted to men, but I just have my preference.” She explained calmly. Though I was almost completely sure of it before, hearing it from her mouth directly still caught me off guard and my brows shot up momentarily with shock before I quickly regained my composure.

“So you prefer women?” Chris chimed in, nearly making me flinch because I almost forgot he was even behind me. Cocking her head to one side, she swept her gaze over to him almost lustfully and I realized I couldn’t even be mad at her for looking at my boyfriend in such a way right in front of me… I’d already learned that Cammie’s personality was that of a natural seductress and she simply couldn’t help it. Not to mention her squinted and slanted eyes and constantly smirking, pouty pink lips kind of made her look like she was literally always flirting.

“Primarily.” She answered with ease.

“Nice.” He muttered.

“But I’m sorry for, you know… coming onto you or whatever,” She sighed through her nose, slithered her tongue out over her lips once more, and switched her weight to one leg with her arms still crossed over her chest, “I think you’re very beautiful, but I’ll just continue to live with the memory of the one night we did get to share… it really was amazing. But I promise not to try to touch anymore… unless you want me to.”

In some weird and awkward way, she made me feel a bit more at ease about her now exposed sexuality. It just felt nice to not have to assume anymore and though I knew it would take some time to get adjusted to the thought of her being attracted to me, at least she’d put it out on the table that she was interested and I’d made it very clear that I was not.

“But I have to tell you… I don’t know that I’ve ever experienced a couple quite as freaky as you two. And I certainly don’t know no bitch who can squirt like a got damn fire hydrant like you Sy. I was hoping I could see that one last time…”

“We can make that happen!” Chris blurted, prompting me to nudge my elbow into his stomach and playfully roll my eyes.

“Cammie…”

“I know, I know...” She giggled, “A girl can only dream right?”

Chris

“So, how was your Thanksgiving break?” Dr. Yates asked with that infamous warm smile on her face.

“It was good… really good actually. How was yours?” I asked as I leaned back in my good ole lounge seat across from her desk.

She stared at me for a moment, as if shocked that I was actually openly engaging in a conversation with her, then blinked a few times with that smile still on her face “It was very well, thank you for asking. But tell me about yours… what was good about it?”

I quickly noted that she hadn’t opened up her notebook yet, so perhaps she genuinely wanted to know how my break went.

“Well, I got to spend some much needed time with my family and friends… that was great. I got to see my son,” I said, instantly smiling from ear to ear as I thought back to Jaylen’s bright and beautiful little face, “I didn’t wanna let him go… he’s literally like, the best baby ever.” She laughed softly and tilted her head curiously “That’s great. How’s that little handsome guy doing?”

“He’s doing really great. He barely cried the entire time… he’s such a good boy.”

“Aww, it sounds like someone is head over heels for their little one. That’s wonderful Christopher… he sounds like an absolute delight.” She beamed.

“Yeah, he is…” My voice trailed off and so did my attention as I sat there reminiscing on the short time I got to spend with Jay. I missed him, I definitely couldn’t deny that. Besides Hope, he was really the only other person who could bring me an extended peace of mind. Having the both of them together for a whole week was like the fuel I needed going back to school and now I could proudly say I hadn’t even come close to having any incidents in the near week we’d been back at school.

“Was Hope with you during the break?” She asked.

“Yeah, she was there… along with her aunt. We were all at her dad’s house.”

“And what was that like?” She was opening the little notebook now and I stared at it as she smoothly slid a drawer open on her desk to retrieve a pen. I was almost beginning to resent that thing. It held some of my deepest and darkest secrets and I always knew the moment she pulled it out, she was preparing to force me to dig even deeper into my mind and soul which was something I wasn’t used to.

“It was nice, but it didn’t start out that way.” I mumbled, barely loud enough for her to hear.

“Why do you say that?”

“She was upset with me before the break… really upset… and I actually thought she’d broken up with me.”

“What happened that would make her upset enough to have you under the assumption that she’d broken up with you?” She asked, scribbling occasionally in the book.

“I got in an altercation and it pissed her off…” My voice trailed off again because this was one of those moments where I didn’t really know if I wanted to share specific details with her out of fear of her snitching to the authorities on my ass.

“Yes, I am aware of the altercation,” She said, not even bothering to stop writing, “May I ask why?”

I stared at her for a moment, completely stunned that she was already well aware of my fuck up.

“Um… I…” Pausing briefly, I released a sigh and dropped my gaze away from her, “Well I was at a club for one of my teammate’s birthday and at the time, Hope and I weren’t really talking because of what we talked about in my last session.” She nodded in understanding, which I was grateful for because I did not wanna have to go into detail to make her remember that dreadful ass day.

“So we showed up separately and when I got there, I noticed that she was with my roommate… the one who I’d already gotten into a brief confrontation with about her. He was drunk, I could tell, but I guess she couldn’t. I sat back and watched them go out to the dance floor and she didn’t seem comfortable with him… at all. He was very touchy feely with her and she looked honestly uncomfortable, so before I could think to stop myself… I pounced on him.”

Slowly sitting back in her chair with her elbows lifted onto the armrests of her leather chair, she crossed her hands together beneath her chin and stared at me long and hard.

“You pounced on him?” She repeated softly. I only nodded and kept my head down because I was too embarrassed to look her in the eye as I confessed to what I’d done.

“The prescriptions I’d written for you… were you utilizing the medication at the time?”

“Yes…”

I glanced up at her and for the first time since I’d started my sessions with her, I saw a hint of shock on her face. I wasn’t sure why, but it’s as if she was surprised by what I’d said. She quickly regained her composure and within the blink of an eye her poised demeanor was right back in place.

“Well, I believe I owe you an explanation as to why I was already partially informed of this incident. I am in constant communication with your basketball coach, as you may already know, and I am required to provide him with reports of your progress throughout our sessions. Everything remains confidential and by law he is not permitted to have access to your file. However, I must provide him overall prognosis on your progression… and he has agreed to provide me with your progression there on the court, as that is indeed an environment that induces nearly all of your emotions.”

Well do you keep in contact with Hope and keep secret cameras in my room too… shit! I thought to myself.

“You may feel as though this is an intrusion on your life in some way, but I assure you Christopher… that is not the intention at all.” She said, speaking my thoughts right out loud which left me wondering if I’d just accidentally spoke what the hell I was supposed to be thinking.

“No, I understand… it’s for the best.” I muttered, sinking further into my seat. She remained quiet after that and eventually I glanced over at her to see that she was sitting there smiling at me.

“Now… back to your break. You mentioned that it was nice, but that it didn’t start out that way… at what point did it become enjoyable?”

“We talked… Hope and I. She tried to avoid me for a while, but Destani and her sister kinda set it up so that we were forced to talk.”

“Her sister? I was under the impression that she didn’t have any siblings.”

“Oh, um… well Tawny,” I said, noticing the immediate surprise and sudden delight on Dr. Yates face, “That was like the Thanksgiving surprise from her dad. Surprising them both while they were together. That didn’t actually start out too smoothly either, but I think Hope is kinda coming around to the concept of Tawny being her sister.”

“Very interesting,” She mumbled, of course scribbling away in her notebook at the same time, “Excuse me for interrupting… please continue where you left off.”

“Well we talked and just kinda came to an understanding. And after that, it just turned out really nice and I felt good pretty much the rest of the time I was there.”

“Have you had any incidents since you’ve been back?”

“No… I haven’t.” I said with a proud smirk. She nodded her head and jotted down one last note before easing her little book shut and pushing it off to the side of her desk. She slipped her glasses off her face and after placing them down on the desktop, she crossed her hands regally on the surface of the desk and smiled at me.

“You had a minor setback regarding what happened with your teammate and I must admit, I was a bit shocked when I learned of that incident. But unfortunately, that is the direct result of your love for Sy’Diyah, which is something that you cannot control. I am pleased with where you are now… and from what I can tell, your time spent together with family and friends was well worth it and very necessary.”

I nodded as she spoke because she was absolutely right… I really didn’t realize it til now, but my time spent with my family and friends was almost vital to me. I can personally say I treasured every moment of time spent at Hope’s dad’s house and I was almost relying on that one week of solace to help me hopefully avoid a blackout anytime soon. After a “job well done” from Dr. Yates, she bid me adieu and I was soon on my way out of her office in a better mood than I’d ever been after any appointment with her.

I marched out the building with my head held high and my swag on ten, feeling like a million bucks. I was on my way to Hope’s room and since she still had a couple of afternoon classes, I planned to spend a little time with her then take a nap in her room while she was in class until it was time for me to head to practice. This is exactly how I intended for things to be between us and it felt amazing knowing that I was finally on the right track to getting better for the sake of my relationship.

Fuck that relationship

I damn near tripped right over my own feet as that feeling washed over me. A dreadful feeling… that felt like it knocked the wind out of me and surged like a dynamite from my chest, through the rest of my body. No… this couldn’t be happening now. I was perfectly fine mere seconds ago and then… no! With a huff from my nose, I shook my head and blinked a few times then continued on toward my destination.

By the time I reached Hope’s dorm, I’d already almost blacked out three different times and my heart was racing with anticipation. I needed to get to her fast to avoid losing myself and I still had to get to the second floor. I was tempted to close my eyes and attempt to feel my way there, but with the lack of damn elevators in the building I would quickly bust my ass going up the stairs. So with a sigh, I tilted my head down and kept my eyes focused on the ground to avoid having to make eye contact with anyone along my route. I managed to make it to her floor unscathed and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I only had to cross half the hall before I reached her room.

But of course, with my luck… I glanced up at the last minute and watched in complete horror as a door literally two doors down from Hope’s opened and out stepped a glossy tan leg. It was toned to perfection and my dick twitched as my eyes danced up that thick leg and past the plump ass attached to it. My sights landed on this girls face as she faced the door and locked it... I realized she was a Latina with beautiful wavy black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and stopped just below her perky breasts. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to keep my gaze on her exotic looking profile, her immaculately toned stomach, or her perfectly glossy toned legs showcased nicely in her booty shorts. She looked like she was on her way to work out and just as she reached up to adjust her earphones in her ears, she raised her gaze and locked her eyes on me.

We held a stare down for a few seconds until she finally cracked an adorable smile and visibly gawked at me from my face, down to my shoes, and back up again.

“Hi.” She greeted in even an adorable voice. Within the blink of an eye, it happened. Looking down at her body had nearly sent me over the edge but the moment she spoke and I blinked, it was over…

“How you doing beautiful?”

Her cheeks flushed almost immediately and she smiled all timidly… with her cute ass. I eased closer to her and leaned against the wall, smoothly dropping two fingers beneath her chin to lift her head so she could look at me. There was no need for her to act shy now… I’m sure she already knew the deal the moment we locked eyes. I was about to assist her with a nice, strenuous work out right here in her room which would surely save her a trip to the gym.

“I’m fine.” She mumbled as she stared longingly into my eyes. Her breath was beginning to hitch already and I hadn’t done more than touch her chin… my, my, my was I gonna have fun with her.

“Good, good. Were you… going somewhere?”

“I… I… I was going to go workout, but…”

“But I think we both know I can help you with that.” Smirking at her, I reached around to the back of her head to grab a handful of her hair and tugged, revealing her evenly tanned neck. Leaning forward, I latched my lips onto her neck and listened to the sound of her heavenly moan and just imagined how much louder she would be in just a matter of minutes.

“Unlock the door baby.” I demanded as I slithered my tongue around to her ear. Her body shuddered against me and I openly caressed her right breast right there in the hall while she fumbled with her keys. I was truly very horny, didn’t give a fuck, and had a point to prove. I don’t know what the fuck this nigga thought this was, but he clearly had shit all twisted if he thought I was just about to sit back and let him continue to walk around stuck all up in ole girl’s ass like that. That shit got real old, real quick and though I let him bask in his little moment with her for over a week during Thanksgiving, I was back now and with a fucking vengeance at that.

Little Latina was still struggling to get the door open and just to add fuel to her fire, I eased a hand along the front of her toned belly and slipped it down into the front of her tight ass spandex shorts. It wasn’t long before I found her treasure and I couldn’t help but chuckle at how wet she already was. Keeping my face tucked in the crook of her sweet smelling neck, I pushed myself off the wall and gently tugged the keys out her hand. On the first attempt I managed to slip the right key into the lock and once I twisted the knob and successfully allowed us entry, I walked her backwards right back into her room. I was done playing these games with bitch boy and ready to make my presence a bit more known. So from now on, it was my way, or the highway.

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Melissa

"Well what do we have here?“

"what you doing out here?” Chris asked.

"You know I be around. What you doing in Cali period?“ I asked suspiciously. Wherever Chris went, trouble followed so I knew his presence couldn’t have meant something good.

"Just visiting” he said. Liar.

"Don’t lie to me Chris, you know you never could" I said walking closer to him as he pumped his gas.

"How about you mind your business" he said taking the pump from his car and sitting it back at the gas station. I rolled my eyes and walked around his car opening the passenger side to his lamborghini and got in.

"What the fuck are you doing?“ he asked once he sat in the car.

"Figuring out your reason for being in Cali, drive.” I said. He rolled his eyes and mumbled some shit under his breath and started the car. Chris and I use to be a thing when I was back in New York. He lived in the Bronx and I lived in Harlem. He was three years older than me but he was fine as fuck. My mom hated him because he was a drug dealer. A known one at that. That was probably the reason she had me sent to Florida to finish high school. But, he would always spoil me with whatever I wanted and that’s all I could care about. I’m pretty sure he had a girl at the time but I didn’t care.

"There’s a war going on right now, I owe a few people some money" he said after we were driving for about 15 minutes.

"How much?“ I asked.

"400K"

"400,000 DOLLARS!!! what the fuck Chris” I yelled.

"Don’t be fucking yelling at me bitch" he spat.

"Don’t call me no fucking bitch-“

"I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, lower your motherfucking voice in my car” he said. He looked over at me and I recognized those eyes. They were filled with hate and anger. He only looked like that when he was ready to pounce on you and rip your heart out of your body. I swallowed hard and put my attitude away. He was one nigga that knew how to keep my ass in check. Q always tried to but I never took him serious because he was so nice.

"Sorry Papi" I said and rubbed his arm. He sighed and continued to focus on the road. I was quiet for a while and then thought of a brilliant idea that would benefit me.

"I know how to get you that money" I said. He raised his eyebrow and chuckled.

"And how’s that?“

"My friend, Q. He’s rich, I think he’d help me” I said. Chris began to laugh loudly pissing me off. I was trying to help him and he was taking me as a joke.

“What’s so funny” I asked.

"That you think a nigga would actually give you 400k because you’re friends. I wouldn’t" he said laughing.

"Me and him use to be a thing, so I’ll just tell him I’m pregnant and blackmail him into giving me 400k if he doesn’t want his precious little Aventer to-“

“Aventer?” he said interrupting me.

"Yeah, you know her?“ I asked side eyeing him. He stroked his chin hair as if he was debating on whether or not he should answer me.

"That’s my ex” he finally said. You’ve got to be kidding me. This bitch was literally everywhere.

"Please tell me she’s not the girl you were with when we were messing around” I said.

"Aight fine, then I won’t tell you" he said.

"So his name is Q?“ he asked.

“Yeah, Quinton is his actual name. Why?“

"Cause that nigga picked up Aventer’s phone today and I’m guessing that was him I saw her with at the mall” he said as he exited the highway and merged onto the off ramp.

"So you gonna blackmail him?“ he asked.

"Yeah, I can ask for 500 grand and we can split the extra 100 grand” I said. He stroked his chin again as we sat at the red light.

"Aight bet. Let’s get this nigga and when this is all over, I want him dead.“ he said. I gulped. I hated Q right now for leaving me for her but I didn’t want to kill him, I didn’t even want to kill her. But, I had to do whatever Chris said since I just came up with this idea. I just wanted my old life back where I was spoiled to death.

"So we partners now Mel, don’t fuck this up” he said looking over at me. I nodded and managed a smile. What did I just get myself into?

*1 month later*

Aventer

I hopped out of my truck and scurried along to my building. It was the end of September and kind of chilly outside. I was carrying chinese food that I had picked up for Q and I. We had spent just about everyday of this past month together. He was everything I could have asked for in a guy. Sweet, charming, truthful. I could honestly see myself being with him forever. We weren’t official yet and we hadn’t had sex yet, but I figured we’d be there soon. I exited the elevator and walked down the short hallway to my suite. As I walked in, I could hear Sadé’s loud mouth on the phone. Holly was sitting at the kitchen island and Amethyst was cooking something good.

"Hey y'all” I said placing my food on the counter.

"Hey pretty” Holly said as we kissed each other’s cheeks.

"What you cooking sis?“ I asked my sister.

"Shrimp alfredo, want some?” she asked.

"nah I brought food back for me and Q" I said pulling my hoodie from over my head.

"Aww how cute" they both said. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up"

"NO NO, FUCK YOU AND THAT BITCH TERRENCE- I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!“ Sadé yelled into the phone.

"Bruh, she’s always blacking on him” I said laughing.

"She been yelling for a straight hour. I’m about to snatch that damn phone out her hand" Amethyst said turning off the stove. I opened my mouth to say something but got distracted when there was a knock at the door.

"I got it" I said. I walked over and looked through the peep hole to see Q standing there looking fine as ever.

"Oh that boy look goood" I said using my best Shenaynay voice. He chuckled.

“Wassup babe” he said hugging me tight. He gave the best hugs.

"Nothing, let me grab the food. We can eat in my room because Sadé is in here blacking" I said walking over to the counter.

"Hey guys" he said and went over to hug Holly and my sister. He and my sister did this stupid handshake they had made up. They got along really well which I was happy about. She never liked Chris so this was a good sign.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m done!” we heard Sadé say. She walked out of her bedroom and over to the front door.

“Hey” Q said waving at her. She waved still maintaining the angry look on her face.

“Where you going?” Holly asked.

“To get something from my bud man and then I’m going for a drive” she said opening the door.

“Be careful please” I told her. She nodded her head at me and the door slammed shut.

“Should we be worried” Amethyst asked.

“Nah, she’ll be fine. We’ll talk to her about it tomorrow” I said. They both nodded and I grabbed Q’s hand leading him to my room as he carried the food.

“What’s up with her” he asked opening the bags and laying our food out on my desk. I shrugged.

“Her boyfriend, they always have problems” I said. This was nothing new. Sadé and Terrence been in an up and down relationship since high school.

“Anyway, how are you? I haven’t seen you all day” I said.

“I’m alright babe, I missed you” he said pulling my onto his lap. I smiled and kissed his beautiful pink lips. He always managed to give me butterflies. He rubbed his hand up my thigh getting closer to my treasure. I immediately began to flood my panties. He broke the kiss and looked up at me with his eyes full of lust.

“Can I taste you?” he asked. My face flushed red and I bit my lips looking down at him. I contemplated it for a split second and then said ‘what the hell’ to myself.

“Yeah” I whispered. He stood up making me stand to my feet. He kissed my lips and backed me up until I was laying on my bed. He began to suck on my neck causing sweet moans to leave my lips. His right hand held my head as his left trailed down my body to undo my jeans. He pulled off my shirt and bra and wrapped his lips around my left nipple as he grabbed at the right one.

“Mmmmmm” I let slip from my mouth.

He sucked and bit on my nipple and then repeated the process on my right nipple. He eventually began to trail kisses down my stomach and stopped to pull off my jeans. He slid them off of me and then ripped my nice lace panties off of my body.

“You better buy me a new pair” I said. Those were my favorite. He laughed and spread my legs apart coming face to face with my wetness. He licked his lips as he admired it. He kissed my thighs and spread my lips with his fingers.

“You’re so wet” he said inches from my lips. I quivered at the feeling of his breath on my wet skin. His long tongue slithered out of his mouth and flicked at my clit. He then licked from my slit up to my clit and back down. He quickened his pace with every stroke which made my moans increase. He wrapped his lips around my clit and inserted his middle finger into my pussy.

“Fuck” I moaned out in pure ectasy. I grabbed at his curls as I arched my back off of the bed. He sucked on my clit harder causing my legs to shake.

“Q!!!” I yelled. He slipped another finger into me and began to spell his name against my walls. By now my body was convulsing and I was on the verge of releasing.

“Q…I’m-fuck…I’m gonna cum” I yelling grabbing at my boobs. "Let it out baby" A few seconds later I came all over his face and hand. He gave my pussy one last lick before he looked up at me. He stared into my eyes as he sucked my juices off of his fingers. That made me wet all over again.

“You taste good” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my cheek and neck. I giggled.

“Let’s eat, the food is probably cold” I said. I stood up a little wobbly and went to grab another pair of underwear. Q smacked my ass harder than ever. I turned to face him catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I already ate my dinner” he smirked.

I blushed and pulled my shirt over my head after slipping on my panties.

"I’m gonna warm this up for you" I said grabbing our food. He nodded but kept his attention on my ass. I walked back into the kitchen and Holly and my sister both had grins on their faces.

"What?“ I asked turning on the microwave.

"Q!!! oh fuck! don’t stop!!” Amethyst imitated me as Holly laughed loudly.

"I hate y'all" I said putting my food in the microwave after taking Q’s out.

“Damn if the tongue that good I don’t want to know about-“

"Hush” I said shutting down their conversation. I walked back into my room placing both of our meals on my desk. I grabbed the chair by my bed and motioned for Q to come eat. We ate in silence until he began to speak.

"I don’t want you to be with anyone else” he said looking at me.

"Okay, I’m not" I said truthfully. Q was my one and only.

"What I’m saying is, I want you to myself. Like I want you to be my girlfriend" he said. My mouth curled into a smile.

"Really?“ I asked happily.

"Yeah, I really like you and I want to be with you and I want to make it perfectly clear that it’s just you and I. NO one else.” he said. I leaned over and gave him a big hug and kiss.

"Since you’re my man now, I expect massages" I said. He smiled.

"I gotchu, whatever you want, you got it" he said. I smiled.

"Holly & Amy heard me" I said laughing.

"Word? I wouldn’t be doing my job if you weren’t screaming my name" he said cockily. I chuckled. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

"Hello? what do you want?….WHAT?! aight I’m coming right now.“ he said. What ever it was, it sounded urgent.

"Is everything okay?” I asked as he slid into his slides.

"Baby girl I’ll be back okay.“ he said leaning down to kiss me.

"What’s wrong?” I asked.

"I just need to handle something real quick" he said. I nodded even though I knew it was a lie but I didn’t want to know right now.

"I’ll be back, and then we can watch Netflix and all that shit. Okay?“ he said cupping my face. I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. Did we really just get together and he’s lying already.

"Okay” I whispered. He smiled and kissed my lips once more before hurrying out of my room. Whatever it was, I had a feeling it was going to turn my life upside down.

I sped around the campus streets to Melissa’s room. She said it was urgent that we speak and that it involved a ‘little person’s’ life. What the fuck did that mean. I parked my car when I got to her building and ran up the stairs to the third floor. I knocked on her door revealing her in her towel. This better not be a set up.

"So what do you want?“ I asked coming in and sitting on the couch. “We need to talk” she said sitting across from me in a chair.

"About?“

"I’m pregnant” she said. My face twisted up into a scowl. Is this bitch fucking serious?

"You’re what?“

"Pregnant, it’s your’s Quinton” she said.

"Don’t ever speak my fucking name. How the hell are you pregnant? you were on the pill and we used condoms ALL the time” I said. There was no way this was true.

"Well I am, I took a test and that’s what it said" she said showing me a positive pregnancy test.

"How I know this isn’t fake!“ I asked.

"Fake? Q I don’t have time for all that calculated ass shit. I’m having your baby nigga” she spat.

"Nah, you’re actually gonna abort it. You must be fucking crazy if you think I’m having a baby at this age especially with your trifling ass.“ he said.

"I’m not aborting it! Unless you’re paying for it” she said. I rolled my eyes. She was so money hungry.

"Nah you pay for it but do me a favor and keep this shit lowkey" I said.

"Aww you don’t want your precious Aventer to know you’re going to be a daddy to MY child" she mocked.

"Mel listen"

"Nah you listen, I’ll shut up about everything, get rid of the baby and leave you alone forever if.. you give me $500,000" she said. I cocked my head to the side sure I wasn’t hearing her right.

"I’m sorry, what?“

"500 grand or I expose you and make your life hell” she said. I rubbed my hand down my face and sighed. I wasn’t about to give this girl any money but for the sake of buying time, I’d agree.

“Alright, you’ll get your money but give me some time” I said.

“How long?” she asked.

“About a month” I said.

“Fine, you better have it by Halloween or you’re not going to like the consequences” she said. “What exactly do you need all that money for” I asked knowing there had to be some other motive. “You let me worry about that” she said winking at me. She stood up and walked over to me placing a kiss on my cheek before telling me I could let myself out and going into her room.

“Hmm” I said standing up as I looked at the pregnancy test on the table. I grabbed a paper towel and picked it up heading out of the door after. When I got in my car I placed it in the glove compartment. I took out my phone and decided to call my step-dad. He was the only person that was going to be able to get me out of this.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hey Joe” I said.

“Hey what’s up son? how are you?” he asked.

“Not too good actually, you remember that girl I introduced you and my mom to?”

“Yeah, Michelle right?” I chuckled. They weren’t too fond of Mel so they never remembered her name.

“Melissa, anyway she’s claiming that she’s pregnant but-”

“PREGNANT?! QUINTON!!!” he scolded.

“Listen, before you start going off, I think she’s lying” I said.

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she asked for 500 grand and if I give it to her she’ll get rid of the baby and won’t mention anything”

“500 grand? Is she on drugs?” he asked laughing.

“In order to prove she’s not lying, we’re going to need a test from the doctor”

“I actually stole the pregnancy test she showed me which claims she’s pregnant” I said.

“Good thinking, we can use that and see if it’s actually hers” he said.

“I’ll be by tomorrow to pick it up, make sure you keep it in a secure place” he said.

“Alright Joe, one more thing-”

“I know I know, I won’t mention it to your mother” he said. I laughed. Joe was always cool about keeping secrets.

“Get some rest son, I’ll see you in the morning”

“Alright Joe” I said and hung up. I sighed resting my head on the headrest. I was going to have to go back and tell Aventer a lie. I had no choice, if I told the truth I know things would be over quicker than they even started. If Mel really was lying it would still ruin my relationship. I started my car and drove back to my building. I went up to my suite to put the test away in my drawer before heading down to Avy. I had to come up with a lie and fast even though I’m sure she wouldn’t buy it. I knocked on her suite door and she quickly answered it. It was extremely quiet in here.

“Where’s Holly and Amethyst?” I asked.

“They went to Holly’s room to get ice cream” she said sitting down on her bed. I closed her door and kicked my slides off. I could tell she was irritated about something and it was probably me.

“Where did you go?” she asked.

“One of my brother’s girls found out he was cheating so she kicked him out her car downtown. I had to go get him” I said. She nodded and returned her attention to the tv. I sat beside her and pulled her into my embrace.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” she said smiling a little. I knew she wanted to say something but she stayed quiet. This shit was going to catch up to me eventually.

Aventer

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. I didn’t forget about last night but I decided to let it go, for now. If anything shady was going on I would find out. But, it was Saturday and I was going to catch up on some homework. I turned to my right to see a sleeping Q. His arms were wrapped around my waist tightly as his mouth hung ajar and light snores escaped from it. I kissed his nose and watched him sleep. The sun peaking in from behind my curtain made his skin glow. He was so perfect. He stirred in his sleep and his slanty eyes opened to catch me staring at him. He smirked and rolled over on his back.

“You having fun staring at me?” he asked placing his hand on my thigh.

“Yep” I said giggling.

“I know I know, I’m a work of art” he said rubbing his chest. I rolled my eyes. He was so conceited you could never give him a compliment.

“You aight” I said. He smirked and rolled over placing kisses all over my face.

“Eww get your morning breath ass out of here” I said pushing him away.

“I know you not talking” he said. He got out of bed and grabbed his toothbrush and headed off to the bathroom. When he came back he pulled me out of the bed and held me close to him as he kissed on my shoulder.

“I want you to meet my parents” he said. Parents? It was a little soon for that right?

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Positive, they need to meet the awesome lady in my life. You’re perfect” he said. He was such a smooth talker it was ridiculous.

“Okay, what time?”

“Around 6, but I have to go clean up my suite before they get here” he said. I nodded.

“I’ll see you later babygirl, and don’t be nervous. They’re nice” he said hugging me. He kissed my forehead and then left. I went into the bathroom to get myself together for the day. I was in the shower for about 45 minutes just thinking about life.

“God, please let this one be good” I begged.

I got dressed in my sweats and tied my hair up into a bun. I grabbed my books and put them in my book bag and headed out to the library.

“Hey” I said to Sadé as I was closing my bedroom door.

“Wassup, where you off to?” she asked slinging her bag on her shoulder.

“Library” I responded adjusting my bag strap.

“Me too, Amethyst and Holly are already there so let’s meet them” she said. I nodded and we exited our suite. The ride down on the elevator was quiet. I could tell she was still pissed about whatever happened between her and Terrence.

“I’ll drive” she said. We walked in the direction of her BMW and hopped in.

“You good” I asked when she started the car.

“It’s whatever…” she started.

“Listen, don’t ever take shit from a guy alright Av?” she said.

“No matter how much you love him or he’s “perfect”. Know your worth and when enough is enough. Don’t be like me” she said.

“Sadé”

“That’s all I’m gonna say about aight?” she said with her Houston accent seeping through her voice. Sadé never talked about her feelings. And if she did end up saying what was wrong, it wouldn’t be until weeks down the line.

“Okay, you know I’m always here if you need me sis” I said. She smiled at me and then went back to focusing on finding a parking spot. We found one pretty close to the library and hopped out to take the short walk.

“They’re on the second floor I think” she said. We walked up the stairs and found them sitting in a corner looking exhausted.

“Y'all look like shit” I said laughing and taking a seat next to my sister.

“Bruh, I know. I have a 10 page paper to finish this weekend” my sister said.

“And I have a sociology project” Holly said slamming her head on the table.

“I have a couple of assignments to do and a paper but nothing too crazy” I said pulling my laptop out of my bag.

“Let’s get lit tonight” Amethyst said.

“Yes! Please!!” Holly said waving her hands over her head excitedly. I chuckled.

“Sure… you down Sha?” I asked Sadé, she was being awfully quiet and that was NOT her personality at all.

“Yeah, anything to take my mind off of this nigga” she said keeping her focus on her book.

“I’ll start getting lit with y'all after I meet Q’s parents”

“Parents?!!! ohhh someone’s getting serious” Holly said.

“He asked me to meet them and since we decided to go official-”

“OFFICIAL!!!! Ahhh” all three of them yelled jumping around like idiots.

“This is a library y'all” I said as my face turned red. Good thing no one was near us to see this foolishness.

“Nah, that put me in a good mood. I’m happy for you” Sadé said squeezing my hand. I smiled at her and leaned back in my chair.

“So what are you going to wear?” Amethyst asked.

“Whatever I feel like as long as it looks parent friendly” I said.

“You’ll be fine, just smile and nod a lot” Holly added.

“Guys… I think Q lied to me last night” I said fiddling with my pen.

“Why you say that?” Sadé asked.

“Because he left abruptly after someone called him and when he came back he told me that he had to pick up his brother who was left stranded by some girl. But I don’t believe that, why didn’t he just tell me his brother called when he initially left?” I said.

“Hmmmm that’s a good question, I don’t think he’d lied to you this early. Y'all just got together” my sister said.

“Yeah, I mean that shit does sound shady but I don’t think he’d do that” Sadé said.

“You’re right, I’m probably worrying for nothing” I said sighing.

“I mean I think it’s nothing too but if you want to be sure just ask his brother when he’s not around and if he looks confused, then you have your answer” Holly said.

“Alright, I’ll bring it up sometime tonight” I said. We studied and did work until around 3pm when we all decided we were tired of the library. Sadé drove us back to the dorm and we all looked like a mess as we stumbled out of her car exhausted from all the information we were digesting today.

“I’ll see y'all tonight, I’m going to take a nap” Holly said walking out of the elevator as it stopped on the 2nd floor. Me and the girls rode up to six and entered our apartment. We all went our separate ways after we entered. I stripped out of my clothes and cuddle up in my cozy sheets.

*Three hours later*

I was woken up by my ringing phone. It was Q.

“Hello” I said sounding like a grown ass man since I just woke up.

“Babe? you alright?” he asked concerned.

“I was sleeping” I said sitting up.

“My fault, I was seeing if you were ready. It’s 6 o'clock-”

“6 O'CLOCK?!!!” I yelled jumping out of my bed.

“Babe I’m so sorry I over slept and-”

“Don’t worry about it baby girl, they just called me and said they’d be here in a little less than an hour. You know black folks always late” he said making me laugh a little.

“Thank God for CP time then. I’m gonna shower real quick and get ready” I said. We ended the call and I quickly stripped out of my big t-shirt and panties throwing them in the hamper. I wrapped my towel around my body and grabbed my body wash hurrying into the bathroom. I was in there for only 15 minutes since I took a 45 minute shower this morning. I exited the steamy bathroom and made my way back into my room.

“Oh shit!” I yelled startled by Q who was laying across my bed.

“Amethyst let me in” he said sitting up.

“You scared the shit out of me” I said. He kept his eyes fixated on my naked body that was only cover by my plush white towel. My boobs barely covered from the way it kept slipping from around them. I grabbed my coconut oil lotion and walked over to sit next to him so I could apply it to my skin.

“Let me do it” he said taking the lotion out of my hand. He pushed me back on the bed and lifted up my left leg as he began to apply lotion to it while he gave me a massage at the same time. He inched his hands up my thigh getting a little too close to my vagina.

“Watch it” I warned. He listened and continued applying the lotion to the rest of my body.

“Thanks” I said when he was finished.

“Mmhmm now drop that towel” he said yanking at it.

“Stop! we don’t have time to be playing around” I giggled running around him.

“We got just enough time for me to slide my tongue in you” he said flicking his tongue around in the air.

“Shut up! and sit down” I said. He sat on my bed and watched me as I got dressed and added a little makeup to my face. I needed my eyebrows to atleast be filled in and I added some nude lipstick on my lips which was my go to.

“Can you stop staring at me” I said as I filled in my brows.

“You know, even when youre doing the simplest things you look beautiful” he said in such a sweet tone. I smiled and capped my brow pencil looking over at him.

“Thanks babe” I said. Just as I said that, his phone started to ring.

“Hello?, hey Ma. alright we’ll be right down” he said.

“They’re here” he said standing tall and walking over to me. He fixed the hat on his head and walked over to me.

“Ready?” he asked placing his hands on my waist.

“I guess” I sighed. He leaned down to kiss my lips and I met him half way getting on my tippy toes.

“Let’s go”

*At the restaurant*

“Well Aventer I can say you are by far the prettiest girl Quinton has introduced us too and the most respectful” his mom Angela said.

“Yeah son, I think you’ve got a keeper here” Joe said. I blushed as Q looked at me with a big kool aid smile.

“Thank you guys” I said.

“Now if we can just get you together” Angela said pointing at Marcus causing all of us to laugh.

“I’m just taking it slow” he replied.

“Well I’m going to use the lady’s room real quick” his mom said. Joe got up to take a call and Q ended up having to use the restroom as well. I took this as my chance to ask Marcus about last night.

“So Marcus, one of your boo thangs left you stranded last night?” I asked. He stirred his drink and side eyed me.

“She’s not my boo thang first of all, and second yeah she did” he said.

“Well someone has a tude” I said. He chuckled.

“My fault, I’m just kind of private about my business but aye, good thing Q wasn’t busy or I would have been assed out last night” he said.

“What about Tim and Ant?” I asked trying to make sure there were no holes in his story.

“Tim was at a party and Ant was getting head from-”

“Alright too much info” I said holding my hand up. It was clear that Q was telling the truth. Or, maybe he and his brother were just great liars. Whatever, I had no proof so I would have to rest my case. Plus, none of Marcus’ actions while explaining the story were shady.

“Hey you asked” he said shrugging.

Everyone came back to the table and Mr.Joe paid for the food. They drove us back to the dorm and we went our separate ways when the elevvator came to my floor.

“It was nice meeting you sweetie, hope to see you again” his mom said hugging me tight.

“Nice meeting you Aventer” Joe said shaking my hand.

“You all as well, see you later boys” I said. Once I got in my room I slipped into something more comfortable. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door followed by Amethyst’s loud mouth. It was time to turn up with my girls.

*9:20pm*

Chris

“He’s gonna give it to us” Mel said to me. I was sitting in my car in her dorm parking lot as she leaned on the window explaining to me what was up with our plan.

“By when?” I asked.

“Halloween” I rubbed my chin hair thinking. I should be able to talk them niggas into giving me a month.

“Aight, how you had a real pregnancy test?” I asked.

“I bought one from the store dumb ass” she said mushing my head. I clenched my jaw rolling my eyes at her.

“I know that genius, I’m talking about how was it positive?” I asked.

“Oh, this girl I know. She’s actually pregnant” she said. I nodded.

“Aight well just keep a close eye on him and Aventer” I said. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever”

“Melissa.”

“Aight I will damn” she said.

“Can I go now” she asked with an attitude.

I waved her off and she sauntered away. I pulled out my phone and decided to call Briana. I hadn’t hit her up yet since the day we met but I wanted to get to know her. And since I had Mel helping with this other situation, I didn’t need her to help find Aventer.

“Hello?” her sweet voice said after the phone rang twice.

“Hey, this is Chris”

“Oh hey, whats up?” she asked.

“Nothing much, listen I’m about 20 minutes away from your school. Mind if I come through?” I asked.

“Sure no problem, I’ll text you my exact location so you know what building to come to” she said.

“Aight bet” I hung up and sped off down the street towards the bridge. After about 20 minutes I pulled up to the building she told me to come to. I texted her that I was outside and she came down five minutes later in some sweats to open the door for me.

“I’m surprised you called me” she said as we walked in her room. She had a single room which was pretty big.

“Yeah it took me a minute but I’m a man of my word” I said.

“Well, I hope you didn’t come here with intentions of-”

“I didn’t” I said cutting her off.

“I can tell what kind of girl you are so I would never think of that” I said.

“That’s good to know” she said. She reached for her remote and turned on the tv.

“I have to catch up on Game of Thrones” she said as she came and sat back next to me. I chuckled.

“No problem, I’ll order us some food” I said looking up some pizza places. The night actually turned out pretty well. I haven’t been very nice to a girl in a while so this was a little different for me. Briana was cool, she was real chill and not shy at all. I could see myself hanging out with her a lot.

“I think I’m gonna head out now” I said standing.

“You could stay you know” she said.

“Word?” I asked smiling.

“We have to finish the show” she said laughing. I chuckled and laid back down next to her. I dozed off at some point during the episode into one of the most comfortable slumbers I’ve had in a long time.

*Mini flash back* - 9:20pm

Sadé

I parked my car by my bud man’s building and hopped out. I was just coming back from the liquor store with the girls and I’s drinks. I was the only one with a fake so I always picked up the liqs.

“He’s going to give it to us” I overheard a female voice say. I turned to my right and saw evil ass Melissa talking to some guy in a lamborghini. I couldn’t quite make out his face but he had tattoos.

“By when?” the male voice asked. It sounded eerily familiar. Nah… it couldn’t be. I decided to mind my business and continue my way into the building. I chuckled to myself as I walked up the stairs to my bud man’s door. As if Chris would know Melissa, that’s impossible. I shook my head and knocked on the door.

“Stop buggin Sadé, you’re not even high yet” I said to myself.

#trevor jackson #trevor jackson fanfic #straightnochaserff #chris brown

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Chapter 16

Note from Author: Here it is. The final part of A Savage Inconvenience: Part 1 of Straining for Originality. See the end for more notes.

Part 8

Inspiration: Two Weeks - FKA twigs

She watched him in silence, with pensive eyes as he eventually stood without a word and walked to the area in which he had undressed her earlier. He had not bothered to reclothe himself as he didn’t wish it to hinder him later.

As he wrung out her wet clothes, he grinned ever so slightly as he saw her sit up within his peripheral vision, clutching the scratchy blanket to her sternum, keeping herself mostly covered. The fire was roaring fully now, but the air in the cabin was filled with drafty breezes as the cold leaked in from its poorly sealed door and windows.

They had laid together in absolute peace for at least ten minutes after, not a single word spoken yet, before Quintus finally stirred, begrudgingly pulling away to attend to wet clothing. She would not be able to leave until they were completely dry and after wringing them out sufficiently, he hung them carefully from the rusted hooks hammered into the wooden mantle. It would take a couple of hours in front of the fire’s heat, but it mattered not for Quintus planned on spending more than just a few hours here.

She still watched intently from behind and as he turned to face her. She shifted her gaze from his bottom shyly, trying to hide her flushed embarrassment and he smiled again. He explored the small kitchenette next, fishing around in the tiny cabinets and drawers until he found the items he sought.

The first was a small hand towel. He handed it to her and she blinked at the offer initially before she realized that it was for his mess which he knew was currently defiling her inner thighs. As the realization dawned on her face, she flushed with scarlet cheeks, taking it from his hand sheepishly and he continued to grin with pleasure again at her prolonged shyness. He challenged himself to rid her of that by the end of their day.

There was no running water, but the snow would provide what she might need, and he cringed slightly before opening the door to brave the cold wind in all of his bare glory. Working fast to scrape the snow from the closest window sill, he filled the second item he’d found with snow: a large metal pot. Shutting the door immediately as the storm continued its barrage on the landscape outside, he left the pot on the hearth to encourage melting. He moved back to collapse on the ground, burrowing under the blanket beside her.

He grabbed the now dirty towel, smelling his stickiness covering it, and set it away from them, keeping it in reach for the next time she would need it. His hands greedily found her skin again, sliding them around her back to crush her firmly against his chest as he kissed her neck and then her mouth … again.

His hands continued further exploration, floating down, over, and behind her hips as he took handfuls of her cheeks, using the grip on her flesh to pull her against his growing hardness. A smile graced her face at his obvious intention but her body tensed as she tried to pull back slightly to speak, ending the muted silence finally with a question, "Should we … get back? The others are probably worr--"

The interruption was immediate, with a rattled purr as his voice reverberating through their touching bodies, "Your clothes will need to dry." He hummed confidently. “The storm is unrelenting.” He smelled the tender spot behind her ear deeply as he spoke, “ Besides … “. His right hand surrendered its grip as he touched her spotted cheek with eager fingers, “It is only early morning … “ He kissed … oh gods he kissed, “We have all day and … “ His tongue brushed her soft lips, “I am not yet satiated.”

What Quintus failed to realize at that moment was that he never would be.

He couldn’t be.

Gif by @sensualkisses

The storm had abated hours early and as the afternoon came to a slow close, the light that illuminated the winter clouds retreated past the horizon, tension in the cabin ran high. Of all the people, it was Gus that paced back and forth like a man who’d lost his normally sane mind.

"We should go look for them." He repeated again for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"It’s Quinlan. I’m sure they’re fine." Ephraim shrugged it off, hiding his own growing concern as he rechecked his gun and sword again and again. He’d been prepared to leave since the morning, “Besides, he’s gotta come back for that.” He tilted his head to the case that still sat on the counter, exactly where the dhampir had left it. No one touching it since then.

When the knob shook briefly, there was a shared sigh of relief and when the knock sounded on the door, Gus leapt forward, unlocking it as as the wayward pair re-entered the cabin.

"Where da fuck have you two been?" Fet questioned with innocence.

Inspiration: Leaving Shelter - Secession Studios

"Miss Velders, may we have a word?" Quinlan asked, nodding his head for her to follow him outside and she popped up from her seat quickly.

"Right. Sure …" Her motion was almost hesitant as the dhampir had never asked to speak with her in private before. The commotion of everyone preparing kept the uniqueness of this interaction private.

Stepping into the cold brisk air of the porch, Quinlan turned to her once the door was shut to afford them adequate privacy. He handed her a small folded piece of paper, "This is for you, Augustine, Vasily, and Ephraim. And if you wish to share with the other Doctor, that is up to you."

"What … “ She blinked as she accepted the paper from him, opening it up carefully, “What is it?"

"Account numbers." He stated plainly.

"Uh yup … I can see that." She said, “But what is it for?”

"I am unsure how much of the world will still be intact in the wake of my Father’s … tantrum, but if most of it is, then this should suffice for the four of you. I will no longer have use for it."

Dutch stared at the paper for a moment as she cleared her nervous and somewhat excited throat, "Umm … ok then. So … uh … exactly how much are we talking about here?" She squeaked, unable to take her eyes from the numbers as she seared them into her photographic memory.

Quinlan did not answer as he handed her another piece of paper, one of equal size and folded the same way but a dark ‘D’ was written on the front of it. She took it with wider eyes as she opened it to reveal several more account numbers within. Many more than the first paper, "This is for her."

Clearing her throat again, she asked, "And how much is in this one?" Dutch wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that he refused to answer, but the possibility of what that might mean caused her hands to shake very slightly.

He tapped the second piece of paper in her hand, reiterating, "For her." Then he tapped the first piece of paper, “For the rest of you.” She stared and he tapped again, slightly frustrated, “Do you understand me, Miss Velders? Her. You.”

She finally managed a small nod and he still seemed unsatisfied, "For her. For you. Repeat it."

Dutch coughed, "Yup. Got it. For her. For us. Got it. Yup. No worries, love." Her eyes still unable to look away from the paper as she seared the new numbers into her memory as well… just in case.

Quinlan stared at her, not appreciating her flustered reaction, "Do not make me regret trusting you, Miss Velders." He threatened politely.

"Nope. Nope. I got it. Her and us." She waved the papers towards him as she rocked herself out of the slight euphoria her imagination had nearly crippled her with. Finally looking up to him, a chill ran down her spine as the seriousness on his face was very clear. She thought it very possible that he might crawl up from his own grave if she did not carry out his final wishes, “I got it. I promise.”

"And this …" He handed her a legal sized piece of paper that had been folded into thirds. She immediately opened it to find a very lengthy letter handwritten in fabulously beautiful script. She was unable to decipher it as she didn’t speak Italian. “This is for a man in Rome … if he still lives. His name and address are at the top. Antonio Ferrari. He is my Estate Manager. Do not tell him that I have … passed. He can be a tricky man, usually trustworthy however, I know he will be more inclined to follow the instructions in this letter if he thinks I live still. Fear keeps men like him honest.”

"And … “ Dutch looked at the impressively detailed and delicate cursive signature at the bottom of the letter that read Quintus Sertorius, “And what instructions are these exactly?"

"For him to give it all … to her."

Dutch carefully refolded the paper and fiddled with it in her hands, "Got it."

Quinlan clocked his head to the right, "Are my wishes clear, Dutch?"

She looked up with another nod, "Yes, love. Crystal."

After Dutch retreated back indoors, Quinlan stood on the porch and waited for the Boxer to return to the cabin. He had said he needed to check the gas levels in the truck, but as he came back, Quinlan spied Fet’s large duffle bag slung across his shoulder.

"What is the bag for, Mr. Elizalde?" Quinlan pondered to him.

"Isn’t it obvious? We’re comin’ with you guys, bruh." Gus stated as he came up the stairs and Quinlan shook his head.

"No. You will stay here with the others."

"You think I’m gonna trust the survival of the world to good old Goodweather in there? I seen him try to take on--"

"Mr. Elizalde, this is not a request." Quinlan snapped.

"You ain’t listenin’, ese. We’re goin’."

Quinlan cocked his head, "We? No one else is going." He sneered in obvious frustration. Why was it so difficult for them to take simple direction?

"You sure about that, bruh." Other than the first time they had met in that alleyway, he’d never seen Gus act this blatantly confrontational towards him.

"Everyone else is goin’. We decided when you went on your little disappearing act today." Quinlan was mildly taken aback by the Boxer’s tone. Was that … anger he heard? Or was it jealousy?

"No one else is going." Quinlan repeated, “I need you to stay here, Augustine.” He gripped the man’s arm fiercely now as Gus attempted to walk passed him, “Do you hear me? I do not require your help. I need you to stay here. I need you to look after her when I am gone. Others may come for her still. We must have words so that you can understand what she is before--”

"It’s not my job to look after your girl, ese. That’s YOUR job. Maybe you shoulda considered that first." Gus spat at him with disappointment. Quinlan was momentarily speechless as he scrutinized the situation and gazed on the young man. Was Gus upset that he was going to die? Surely not. No. But as he thought on it, he was taken aback again by the sudden emotion the Boxer was conveying. Gus was normally so very good at restraining all of his emotions.

"Do not assume that your appreciation towards her has gone … unnoticed." Quinlan found himself sneering at the Boxer, the raw emotion between the two spilling out suddenly, and he found himself quite angry with the entire situation. Uncharacteristic of him, emotions leaked into his raised voice and penetrated his words with reckless abandon. So much jealousy, anger, and fear. He had but one single consolation as he realized this, that out of all of these feelings, at least regret was absent.

But there was no time for this. He needed to meet Barqan and The Keepers. Right now, Gus needed to know everything that he knew … everything that he should have told her, but hadn’t. He needed to tell Gus now and this fit was not helping things.

"Unnoticed? Appreciation?? I think the cold’s got to your brain, cabron!" Gus cocked his head as he thrust his arms out in a menacing and almost gangster way, challenging the dhampir foolishly.

"Augustine, please pay attention. You will need to leave the area immediately after us. I do not trust Goodweather to--" Quinlan attempted to warn before the Boxer rashly interrupted him.

"Whatever. ‘Sides, I ain’t goin’ for you, puto." Gus spat and his words suddenly made sense in the dhampir’s brain. Wait … who would he be going for then? No one else is going!

Turning from the Boxer, Quinlan re-entered the cabin and saw everyone within, including the redheaded doctor, preparing to leave … with him. Everyone … Dawn was in the process of checking her own firearm. There was a brief moment of silence as Quinlan chastised himself for not seeing this much sooner. She had not brought it up even once all day and he had assumed that her unusual compliance on this issue had just been ultimate acceptance of it, but no. It had not. She had been quietly planning her defiance for later.

Damnation.

"Stop this, at once." He commanded the room. He commanded them. He commanded her.

"We are in dis together, man." Fet said merrily, seemingly happy with their decision to join Quinlan in oblivion.

"Yup. We can help. We’re going." Dutch was matter of fact about it.

"Told you." Gus said.

"No." Quinlan said but the room continued to buzz with preparation as the humans simply ignored his instructions.

Unacceptable.

He approached her, placing his hand on the gun in her hand to arrest her reloading for a moment. His heart lurched as she stared up at him with wide and happy eyes, a smile quickly spreading across her spotted face, "This is too important for you to do on your own."

"There will not be enough time for anyone to get away." He said lowly and shook his head, “I appreciate the sentiment--”

Oh gods. Her smile. She was so very pleased with herself at this moment, "The plan isn’t to get away … right?"

"No …" His voice was filled with disbelief. Was she implying … No. How could she be thinking this? He shook his head fiercely now, back and forth, “No. There is no reason for this. I need you to live. I need you all to live.” He swept the room with a fleeting look before returning to her eyes.

"If this is our Hail Mary, then it's best if everyone is on board. Besides, we can use her to distract him." Ephraim offered.

"Yup." Dutch nodded while she chucked a small device to Dawn, who plucked it out of the air with ease, “She’s gonna wear one of Fet’s little wild life tracker. Just in case shit goes sideways.”

Did she really think he could just ... let her die? He felt insanely hypocritical at that moment, as he was expecting her to do that very thing for him, was he not?

Inspiration: No Man’s Land - Zack Hemsey

He could see the look on her face and he could feel that the decision was already made. There would be no deterring her. For a moment, lost in her eyes, he had a momentary lapse of judgement and he wondered hopefully and foolishly, what would be the consequences if they ran right now. If he just took her hand and they left with the truck. How long might they be able to survive?

If Barqan was wrong, though he knew he wasn’t, they would be hunted. Could they last days? Weeks? Months? Maybe even years? Could he … would he … be that selfish? No matter how much he might hunger for what little time they could squeeze out, it was simply not worth the price if that cost was the existence of her very soul.

There was little he could do to change her defiant mind. Little … but not nothing.

He nodded to her, providing false hope of his own compliance as he cupped her face in his hands. He stared down to her, tears welling up in his own eyes as he considered his choice. He normally wouldn’t have shown such affection in front of the others, but he wanted to taste her one last time.

"Donate mihi." He whispered to her as he bent.

(Forgive me.)

The kiss was sweet and as he pulled back, he brushed the tip of his nose against hers one final time.

"Et hoc non patitur. Non possum."

(I will not allow this. I can not.)

As he touched his forehead to hers tenderly, he closed his eyes, speaking to her for, what he assumed, would be the last time, "Te amo, libellula."

(I love you, dragonfly.)

There was a moment of intense calmness as the embrace soothed his internal conflict. It was a simple and fleeting instant before he felt her tense suddenly, as she realized something wicked was about to happen and when he broke their last gentle moment, his movement was savage, lacking all mercy.

Stepping slightly behind as he spun her around by her shoulders, he scooped her neck into the fold of his right arm, avoiding her trachea. His left arm found its way behind her head as he started to flex his muscles carefully and she began to claw with desperation. The pressure on her arteries was significant and severe.

He was sure she’d never fought so fiercely as she did in this moment, and as he heard the people around him screaming at his action, everything seemed almost surreal to him. His eyes closed tightly as the tears streamed down his cheeks and he flexed his muscles even tighter while she pulled at his arms, at his hands, but her fingernails scratched uselessly against his layers of clothing.

Other hands pulled at his arms, trying to break his hold on her. He could smell it was both Fet and Gus, but he was stoic as his body became immobile and he felt her legs kicking wildly at the open air as he heard her panicked and crazed cries. Her battle, though impressive, was absolutely futile against him.

She should have been out by now and, by gods, she was strong right now. Her strength easily matched Fet’s, but it mattered not, he was still a demi-god compared to her and when he heard the click of the hammer to his right, he finally opened his eyes, turning his head to see the barrel of Gus’ gun pointed directly at his temple.

"LET HER GO, MAN!" His hands shook terribly with the ballsy act and Quinlan only tightened his muscles further, glaring at the Boxer. “I ain’t askin’ twice!” His brows furrowing as Quinlan made no move to concede to his obviously hollow threat.

As her legs finally began to give way, he felt the rumble starting and Gus’ gun hit the ground while most of the humans around him grabbed their heads in agonizing pain, falling to their knees and then to the ground.

Oh gods … she was doing this to them, just like his Father and the other Ancients. Her voice became louder and shriller and overwhelming as he heard her pleading to him from within, begging him.

She never begged ...

"Please … Quintus … " He had no response as he closed his eyes again, feeling her body growing weaker under his continued assault. “Please … don’t … leave … oh god … please don’t leave … me … Please … don’t make me stay here … I can’t … without you … I lo …”

Her last thought trailed off as he felt her body go completely limp within his arms. He held her in place for a few seconds longer to ensure her unconsciousness. Scooping her up into his arms, he laid her down on the couch that the two had shared just this morning, leaving one final touch of his lips on her forehead before turning to survey the room and the destruction of her power.

Gus, Fet, and Dutch were on the ground, motionless but breathing. They would live. Ephraim’s mouth was agape and Rubinstein just stared with wide eyes while her overly long fingernails covered her mouth in shock.

"You both are unaffected by this?" Quinlan asked them.

Ephraim shrugged as he accepted the Born’s action quickly, "The Scream has never affected me."

"Then perhaps you will be of more use than I realized." He fished the truck keys out of Gus’ pocket and grabbed the duffle bag filled with Fet’s explosive “toys” before retrieving the case from the counter. As he opened the front door, he turned back to Ephraim, “Well? Are we going?”

Inspiration: So Silent - Zack Hemsey

The ride was quiet and for this, he was thankful. Rubinstein had demanded to come with them. There was some argument between her and Ephraim about it, but Quinlan left them to discuss it on their own as he sat in the truck.

In all honesty, he had suggested that Ephraim accompany him, not so much that he needed help from the good Doctor nor to give the man a chance to save his son. No, it bad been far more sinister than that. Quinlan wanted to maintain control over him as he simply did not trust him. There was little doubt in his mind that the Doctor, given the opportunity again, would betray them all. Her life for Zack’s … he could see it in the desperate father’s face that it was something that he struggled with daily.

Quinlan was considering an unthinkable action once they had gotten away from the cabin to utterly prevent any possible deception from the Doctor, but seeing his immunity to The Scream, he would wait. They both might prove more useful to him alive.

As they approached the rendezvous where the Black King and his Keepers awaited them, Quinlan wrangled his sadness and fear, breathing deeply as he remembered the dark woman’s words.

Calm your fire, Quintus.

The Djinn and Barqan proved worthy allies and as they aided The Keepers in leading the masses away from the small island with loud and deliberate distractions set off by the contents of Vasily’s pilfered bag.

Quinlan wanted to get as close to his Father as possible and as Ephraim piloted the boat across the rocky river, he listened carefully to the silence around them, remembering his conversation with the Black King a mere hour earlier.

"You think he will be fooled by this ruse?" Barqan doubted.

"The Master has always been … foolish, especially when it feels it is safe. This is how I was born, after all."

"Fair enough. Then we will give you time. As soon as he realizes the danger, he will pull his soldiers back."

"I will require only seconds. Where is he?"

"He is on Ahsudagu-wah. The Black Site. An island."

"I do not understand why he would on an island. He cannot cross running water. I find this unlikely." Quinlan had balked at the Djinn’s information.

"He is there. He hopes to alleviate that weakness soon." Barqan said, all the while unable to draw his attention away from the beautifully fake doctor. He’d been quite enamoured by her since they’d arrived and Quinlan snapped his fingers in front of the Black King’s face.

"Please pay attention. What do you mean he plans on alleviating that weakness?" Quinlan questioned.

"I am always paying attention." A merry chuckle. “It is where he fell, Prince.”

"Fell? From Heaven?" Quinlan doubted.

"From Grace. It is where Ozyrel was cast down and rent asunder. Where The Traveller and The Messenger cut him into seven."

"Did you see this happen?" Quinlan was curious.

"No. No. It is only a whispered story. Only the Four were present during his … punishment."

"And why is he there now?"

"When he was bled there, essence was lost into the Earth beneath him. He hopes to recollect it. He seeks to make himself whole again. He has already collected the divinity from the other six."

Quinlan nodded as he turned to begin their journey and Barqan reached out to him, grabbing his arm to reiterate an important point to the dhampir, "Remember, Prince. You must make sure this does not happen. You will not be able to defeat him if he is whole again. He will no longer have any weaknesses … not silver … running water … not even sunlight. Do you hear me? Not even The Face of God."

"Understood." Quinlan stated plainly, though his disbelief was clear. He’d met his Father before, he was not overly impressed but Barqan shook his head, not releasing his arm yet.

"Hear my words, child. Heed my warning. You have never faced anything like Ozryel. He was the first to breathe existence in this entire world. The First of the First. He is the Right Hand of fucking God Himself."

"Understood." Quinlan said again as the seriousness on the Djinn’s face sent a particular shiver down his spine that he was not used to feeling. Fear.

"There are only two that could even hope to match him in battle, and neither of which are you."

Quinlan nodded again, "Understood."

"Good luck, my friend." Barqan offered him a hand to shake and Quinlan accepted, “I hope that we meet again someday … sooner rather than later.”

"You wish to join me in oblivion?" He said as he turned to leave again.

"One last thing, Prince of Snakes." Quinlan stopped and awaited his words without turning back to look at him, “You are not alone. There are friends everywhere.” He could read that it was a veiled message but there was little time to discuss this further.

He had a Archangel to slay … finally.

Note: I’ve always thought, since The Strain started with Poetry. It should end that way as well. Also, this was always supposed to play into the previous chapter, as a nod to Dawn.

He promised himself that he would not think of her again, but every movement he made and everything that he saw, sparked something that would evoke a memory of her in his mind. Everything that happened was as if he was living that poem in real life and he could hear her sweet, yet angry voice as she had recited it to his Father that day in the cellar, with his sword in her hand …

They approached the tiny island and Ephraim turned the motor off to afford them some amount of surprise, yet he knew his Father already heard them. He was surprised that it was so easy for him to cross water himself. He had usually felt some kind of discomfort, but he knew he had been changed since his introduction to The Connection ... In Nexu.

As they waded onto the land from the southern bank, they fought the vicious waves that threatened to slam them against the large rocks that sprawled across the miniature beach. A delicate but dense mist had enveloped the entire area and a fine sprinkle started to fall down from above as Quinlan drew his blade in one hand and a gun in the other, the duffel with the case slung across his back.

Motioning that he would go first, the humans followed him up the rocky incline and as they ambled up behind him. It felt like the mist was getting denser as they approached the center of the island.

He was first over, having a full view of tulgey woods ahead. Motioning again for them to follow him silently, they hit the trees and he found his own heart racing with delicious anticipation of what was going to occur, his sword shaking slightly as he weaved through the dead forest as it eventually opened up to a small wabe. Though a sundial was not located at the middle of this grassy clearing, but rather an ominous figure sitting in its very center.

Inspiration: Greeting the Menance - Zack Hemsey

Around the dark shadow, six white oak urns were dispersed in a perfect circle, and a seventh at the center, in front of the figure. He could read the same Enochian symbol etched into the top of each one and with his preternatural memory, he remembered exactly which one it was: Alandonu, the seal of Gathering.

Quinlan eased the bag off of his shoulder gently, allowing it to touch the damp soil beneath him, but he saw the figure’s head shift slightly with the movement. It was too foolish to think they had managed to sneak up on the Jubjub bird undetected.

"You are too late, my child." The Master’s voice radiated with happiness as it stood and turned to face his progeny with eyes of flame. Once removed from the vantage point directly in front of the seventh container, Quinlan could see that the mist was actually coming from the container itself. It seemed to be filtering something from the Earth itself, and the mist was the residue generated from this process.

"You underestimate me again, Father." He smiled as he spoke, moving himself from the bag as he glanced very briefly at Ephraim. He realized he would need to run a distraction for the humans to carry out the final act itself.

"Oh no. Never again, my beamish boy." The Master burbled with a smile at using her phrase while the Born shrugged, “It is you who will be underestimating me tonight. I am not the same as I once was.”

Quinlan cocked his head to the right as he stepped forward, noticing a delicate metallic mist, which emanated from each of the containers, ambling across the grassy ground towards its feet and finding it’s way up it’s pants, disappearing as it absorbed the power completely.

Damnation. It had already begun.

His bullets were dodged and Quinlan gave up on the gun entirely, chucking it to the ground, as he moved as fast as possible sprinting towards his Father. He raised the blade to strike, but instead collided with the beast like a freight train. With little effort, the sword was struck from his grip as they tousled into the dense mist which hung on the low ground, their strengths clashing with absolute fury.

He had never felt this type of strength before and he lost the match nearly instantly as the Master mounted him, bringing its fist up as a gorilla might, and smashing down onto his face with force he’d never imagined possible. Quinlan felt his face snap and crack under the force of it, and his Father repeated the action until he felt his body become limp as it refused to fight back. Paralysis set in as he heard his spine shatter under weight of the third blow.

Ephraim … 2 seconds. That is ALL that was required. DAMNATION.

FUCKING DOCTOR.

Quinlan assumed this would be his last thought, as he saw his Father raise up, preparing for the last vicious strike with its primate fists. He was imagining that this blow would likely decapitate him when he heard the first gunshot ring out right before its bullet ripped through the Master’s bicep. The beast flinched and the next bullet pierced its throat. Quinlan knew there was no way this was Ephraim, his aim was terrible. It was Rebecca and her aim was marvelous, as always.

The next shot would have connected with the Master’s head, but it was already moving, away from the dhampir as he heard it covering the ground to halt her appreciated assault. He cringed as much as he could with his broken face as he heard his Father break the woman and her body crumpled to the ground. Even if he could move, he wouldn’t have been able to see her death, as the mist was only getting thicker as the Master gained its strength back.

He assumed his Father would be back to finish the job, but as he laid paralyzed, he heard conversation ensuing as it started to taunt Ephraim instead, "Onondaga language. The invading Europeans did not care to translate the name correctly, or at all. You see, Goodweather? Cultures die. Life is not circular but ruthlessly straight."

The rumble was unusually quiet. This time it was specific while very hushed, yet angry all the same. That all too familiar voice whispering to him.

"Get up, you little shit."

Quinlan couldn’t move. He could NOT MOVE. His back was shattered. What could he possibly do?!

"I’ve seen you take worse. I’ve seen you endure worse, boy. Get up."

He couldn’t even move his fingers … not even his tongue. His spine was crushed and it would take hours to heal a wound of this magnitude.

"There is a reason he fears you. A reason that he has always feared you. GET UP."

He tried. Oh gods. He tried again. No.

"You didn’t even land a blow. Two thousand years of preparation for you to fizzle out with three strikes?"

He couldn’t even speak back to the asshole voice that chastised him in his mind.

"Get up, you little shit. Finish this. Finish this like you ALWAYS said you would."

What the bloody hell did he expect him to do?! He couldn’t move. He could barely breath. Once the Master was finished with Ephraim, he knew he would be next. He had failed … he had failed them all … he had failed her.

"Then don’t fail. You think you need time to heal? Have you learned nothing? WILL IT, you fool. You have no idea what you are capable of … you never have."

Quinlan furrowed his brows at the thought of that. Will it?! Wait … he breathed heavily, he … furrowed his brows … how? Will it.

"You soul has been bathing in his divinity for nearly two thousand years. Y ou are not a man any longer. You stopped being a man long ago."

Will it. Quinlan maintained control in all aspects of his life, and he would maintain control over this. As his bones began to snap back into place, he was glad that he had no control over his mouth nor his vocal cords yet, as he would be screaming in more agony than he knew he had ever felt.

"Now … Get up. Finish this. Or we will come for him next."

This pain …. Oh gods … this pain, he felt his neck snapping back into place as the bones fused together back together with burning agony. He felt fire in his veins, in his skin, in his mind, pumping through his heart itself. He felt flame spark within his very will.

"Get … the … fuck … up. He favors his right side when he’s in pain. He always has. Put him in PAIN."

Quinlan could hear the conversation continuing and there was a third voice in it now. It was young voice. Though he’d never met him, he knew this as the young Goodweather. It made sense, as the Master could not have come to this island without human aid.

His fingers pulsed with feeling, then his legs, and finally his toes. As the pain subsided, he remembered her voice suddenly, purring that sweet poem that she had recited to him earlier this day, naked and exposed in each other’s presence, laced with addictive vulnerability …

He heard an all too familiar poem escape her inviting lips from pure memory alone, though she changed the pronouns to describe him.

Him. To … describe … HIM. How could anyone describe him this way?

"He walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in his aspect and his eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies."

Inspiration: Shifting Skies - Really Slow Motion

He stood, slowly at first, but confidently at last. New found power pumped through his heart as he realized he just needed to will. What he felt coursing through his veins now was different than he ever had before. This was … fundamentally different. Quinlan felt as if he might have been tasting the power of creation itself.

His father’s words rocked him out of this intense flood of enlightenment, "Sons are meant to rebel against their fathers. It has always been that way."

Quinlan smiled triumphantly as he curled his fists tightly. Indeed. In-fucking-deed.

He launched himself from the obfuscation of the mist, connecting with his Father from the back, as he purred in delightment, tackling the Beast to the ground, "My thoughts exactly, Bandersnatch."

Before it could stand, Setrakian’s blade sliced through its back, impaling it from behind as the it arched its back in terrible pain. Quinlan ripped the blade back, his vorpal blade went snicker snack as he sliced it open through the side, preparing to take its head next, but his Father turned with incredible speed to face him.

He whipped the blade back and forth, and through and through, with impressive and extreme elegance that reminded him of his days as a gladiator. Slicing without hesitation, One, two! One, two! He cut into the Monster’s arms and hands, with speed and precision he had not even realized he could possess until now.

Quinlan took a step back as he faltered suddenly, gasping at air over his sudden increase of agility but the Ancient was undeterred from the pain that was inflicted savagely. Quinlan watched as the wounds healed before his eyes and he felt the presence of the young Goodweather behind, attempting to corner him.

Unwise, young one.

He heard the boy unsheath a blade, but Ephraim stepped between them quickly, protecting his boy from an unfortunate end at the dhampir’s blade. Quinlan cursed in his mind, as he realized the Doctor had left the bomb unguarded and … untriggered; his focus on his son. He locked arms with the Beast and matched its preternatural strength one to one, and neither one seemed to bend to the other’s will.

He heard his Father’s voice intruding into his mind now …

You have had quite the day, my boy. Quite the day, indeed. I did not think it possible to experience new things from you … not after all of this time.

He sneered as he held his ground before overturning its strength as he pushed forth with anger and annoyance. His fingers grasping its throat with fierce and unyielding rage over its words. The flesh and bone of it broke under the power of his hand and for the first time ever, he pushed a word from within his mind outwards, for others to hear.

For the first time in his long life … He spoke the language of the mind.

Father. He hissed and in his sudden surprise at performing this feat, he failed to react quick enough as his Father’s stinger connected with his throat, penetrating and violating him as he felt the worms flood into his immaculate bloodstream.

Oh gods. Was this even possible? Could he be taken this way … by his Father directly?

Quinlan railed back as he fell to his knees, his hands whipping to his temples as he felt the worms trying to penetrate his body, his brain, his mind … his very will.

The things I will do with your body my son. Ah … the things I will do! His Father laughed.

"You are The Master of your Fate. You always have been." The Other’s voice assured simply.

Will it. Will it. FUCKING WILL IT!

He felt the worms as they started their retreat from his body. He felt them tremble as his command for them to be gone and just as they done from her on that rooftop, he saw the worms fleeing from his flesh as they dropped onto the ground before him.

"I am the captain of my soul!" He spat at the worms as he came to his feet again, spinning to see Ephraim was already within its grasp while his son watched the Master beat the man down, cracking and slamming him against the ground.

"Welcome to my world, Dr. Goodweather." The stinger was in the Doctor’s neck. His Father was now clearly faster than he was, but the Other’s words sounded within his racing memory.

Put him in pain.

Walking swiftly up behind the attacker as it drank its human meal, Quinlan dipped to grab the wolf handled blade as he moved, spearing its spine as he cut upwards, vertically severing the bone from coccyx to temple as the Beast wailed in agony. It reared back as it turned to face its now free son, lunging towards the Born sloppily while favoring it’s right side.

The sidestep was utterly flawless, as Quinlan repeated the same move he had executed on the rooftop, suddenly behind the Master as he speared it through the base of its temple, lurching it forwards slightly as the blade sliced directly through the center of its throat, causing it to gurgle.

Through the shock of the physical torment, it lost control of the boy's mind and Quinlan felt the release as it happened. In an ever so brief moment had afforded him enough time grab both the handle in his left hand and the blade in his right, kicking the underside of the knee of the Master as he forced it to buckle before him. He locked the stinger in place just as he’d done on the roof top.

"Dad …" Zack’s young voice hesitated briefly as he knelt to Ephraim’s side while the Doctor bled out onto the ground before him, “Dad?”

The Master’s hands were on the blade as well and Quinlan struggled to maintain control of the situation with its growing power. His eyes widened as his Father did something it had not been capable of before. Simply stepping to the right, it let the blade cut its neck in half, freeing itself completely. It was already too fast and Quinlan knew at this moment, it was also too strong for him to continue to even keep at bay.

At this moment, he considered the fight was likely finished. No matter how much he could will himself to be strong, as Barqan was so adamant to point out … he could not be stronger. Spinning to face its progeny, it grabbed his neck and he watched in awe as the flesh of it’s neck that had just been cut in half with his sword weaved itself back together, taking less than a second to fuse and heal fully.

Damnation.

"You cannot defeat me now. I am now stronger than you will ever be. You are too late, Invictus. As ever … "

This was when he heard two sounds. One was an incoming helicopter, but it was the second sound that made him grin madly. He heard the distant zipper of the bag and while he looked into his Father’s deep red eyes, he spoke with a chuckle, "You fool. It was never my purpose to defeat you. I was simply the distraction."

Its eyes grew wide with concern as it turned quickly to see the redheaded doctor, broken, bloody and dying, no more than fifty feet away and an all too familiar silver case pulled into her lap as she pushed the button on top with a weak smile after watching Ephraim take his last breath.

00:00:02

Releasing him from its grip, the Master began a futile sprint towards the woman though the Born already knew it was too late.

Inspiration: Light Ahead - Really Slow Motion

And in this simple and gentlest of moments, he saw the Poet before him as time seemed to slow with everything around him … everything but her. Her coat, giant and encompassing her small frame as her golden hair’s wisps danced around her face in the cool gentle breeze that had begun to pass over the meadow, dispersing the mist finally.

00:00:01

Her smile, genuine and true. Her eyes, glowing with pride. Her voice, light and crisp:

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?"

She collapsed to her knees before him as he smiled and nodded once. Yes. Finally … Finally. His destiny … finally come to sweet fruition.

"Come to my arms, my beamish boy"

Her arms were open to accept him and he felt himself falling forward into her … into the open air that was merely the memory of her.

"Oh frabjous day …" Quinlan said aloud as he replayed her voice uttering the same verse within his mind.

"Callooh ... Callay …" he chortled in his joy.

00:00:00

"QUINTUS!" Her eyes were open and she screamed, springing to her feet as she flew towards the front door. She heard Gus screaming behind her as she jerked it completely open.

"Shortie, wait up!" He called but she was already sprinting down the steps, hauling ass towards the van. They’d been up for some time it seemed, and Fet was wedged under the vehicle replacing a tire as she skidded to a stop, kicking dirt up at him.

"We have to go! We have to go now!" Her voice was laced with panic.

"I know! I KNOW! I’m workin’ as fast as I can!" Fet screamed.

"That fucking puto slashed a tire to slow us down. We’ll be--" Gus had started to say as a brilliant light filled the night sky, illuminating the retreating storm clouds all around them as if it was daylight again.

"Oh god no." Dutch choked from the porch and Gus ran as he saw Dawn fall to her knees, her palms gripping the side of her temples as her eyes instantly filled with tears. He melted to the ground behind her, enveloping her within his arms as she rocked back and forth. The shock overwhelming her entire being.

Fet rolled out from under the vehicle, his voice trembling with uncertainty, "Maybe that wasn’t them--"

"No … I felt it. He’s gone." She barely managed before she collapsed and unconsciousness overtook her.

In the blackness was her old friend’s voice.

"It will get better. I promise you, child … it will get better. But first … it must get so much worse."

In this absolute darkness, it was always Ellie’s voice.

"But before you can be fully fixed … before you can understand how to heal … you must first finish breaking ..."

Note: If this sounds familiar, it’s supposed to. ಠ◡ಠ

Inspiration: Sunder - Really Slow Motion

As he woke, he felt sensations all around him. He felt the grass between his fingers, slightly wet and cold. He felt the sun on the back of his neck, warm and without inflicting any pain. He heard the water running nearby, flowing over large pebbles to create miniature waterfalls.

As his eyes began their timid initial movement to open, the bright light that flooded in caused him to wince, but he accepted it as there was no pain. None at all. For the first time in his entire life, Quintus felt no hunger for blood.

As he pushed himself up into a sitting position as he looked down at his white hands, surveying they did still exist. His clothes were still enact and he was dressed the same way he had been only a moment before on that island. He knew where he was and though he should have been confused at the possibility, something in the back of his mind knew where he really was.

Visually, it was his pond, on his farm … so many years ago, nestled in the hills of the Roman countryside. Everything was exactly as he had remembered. The sun had just started its meandering stroll up and over the mountains. There was a small stream that pushed water through it on either side, but the pond itself was quite still. Not a breeze existed to disrupt the calmness. Flowers lined its edges and lilies floated along it. All manner of bugs were dancing about its life giving abundance, both above and beneath its surface. They frolicked with each other and they spun around Quintus again, in beautiful harmony.

He sat on the ground and began to soak it all in before he stood suddenly. He still existed! No, he needed to get back, he needed to find ... her. Oh gods …

In his short panic he didn’t hear the foot step that crushed the crisp grass behind him, though he did hear the voice, gruff and raspy.

At first he saw the large shadow, cast on the grass by the sunlight and as he spun, he saw the man behind the fist only briefly. Man?

He was winged with silver feathers and armoured with steel. His hair was ashen, his eyes a rich amber and his skin flawless.

As his fist connected with Quintus’ jaw, the dhampir hit the ground with overwhelming force and he heard this creature’s voice distantly as unconsciousness collapsed in on him.

"Time for judgement, abomination."

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Note from Author: A Savage Inconvenience, the initial part of my planned two part story, was always supposed to parallel The Night Eternal. I was ridiculously unhappy with how it ended int he books, and though I changed quite a bit in the final scene, **SPOILERS** it ended pretty much according to Canon.

Part 2 will be entirely divergent and almost entirely original in its ideas. Thanks for sticking with me so far, and I hope you continue on with the second installment ... while I try to fix the “less than satisfactory” ending that GDT and Hogan left us with.

There will be a brief hiatus between the two parts. ʘ‿ʘ Sorry, my brain and fingers need a bit of a break. But, expect to hear back from me in a week!

FYI - Amber eyes, silver wings and flawless skin --> Is Gabriel.

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