#THAT CUTE LITTLE PECK AAAAHH

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𝙺𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 1macaronplease

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚃𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚢

(Kags POV)

(Y/n) would be here any minute, I had invited him so he could help me with my schoolwork and help to get my grades up, but I also really wanted to really want to spend time with him since it had been a while since we actually hung out.

 I put on a good outfit that I thought was cute which was a large black shirt and some long pajama pants with cloud prints on them.

I heard a loud knock at the door and rushed over opening it I saw (Y/n) leaning on the door with his backpack wearing a shirt with a Ramen logo on it and some black pants.

He smiled when he saw me and pecked my lips, I moved aside ushering him inside of the house, he stepped in and sat at the table where we were going to study at. I sat next to him, "Is anyone else home?" he asked pulling out his books while mine were already on the table. 

"No, they left for the night or something, its just us" I answered. He nodded as we began our study session.

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About 20 minutes in I got bored as (Y/n) explained the English lesson to me, but I blocked him out thinking about strategies for volleyball until I felt a hand hit my head making me snap up. "

Hey! Boke what was that for!?" I grumble rubbing my head. He sighed, "Pay attention dummy," he said scooting close to me and leaned his arms over me flipping my page to the correct place. My breath hitched as I felt his body press against mine, his breath near my ear.

I made the mistake of turning my head to look at him, his words became mumbles as he stared back at me, his eyes staring a my lips. "

Um and this is important b-because it uhh um" he kept staring at me as I felt the tension in the room rise.

(3rd POV?)

They stared at each other before Kageyama practically tackled him down attacking his lips pulling (Y/n) into a heated kiss which he immediately kissed back. Tobio wrapped his arms around the others neck, (Y/n) put his arms around Kags waist and stood lifting Kags on the table. 

He moved his hands down placing them under Tobios thighs, he then pulled away from the kiss pushing his face down and kissing all over Tobios neck. Kags panted as the room suddenly became hotter, (Y/n) leaned away removing his shirt and pants as Kageyama did the same throwing them to the side pulling the older back kissing him again.

 (Y/n) dove down kissing down his body before he got to Kags dick, he lifted his thighs putting them over his thighs. 

(Y/n) slowly licked around the tip making Tobio squirm from your hot tongue, slowly you took all of him into your mouth making him moan softly as you began to bob your head.

Kageyama wrapped his legs around your head thrusting up into your mouth groaning loudly in pleasure, (Y/n) looked up and made eye contact with Kageyama as he swirled his tongue making the other whimper, suddenly cumming in your mouth. 

You didn't spit it out despite the sour/salty taste and swallowed it, taking a deep breath you removed his thighs from your shoulders.

 You smirked down at him before grabbing your bag rummaging through it making Kageyama sit up on the table, "What are you doing?" he raised an eyebrow at you.

 (Y/n) pulled out a large pink vibrator and a black dildo along with a bottle of lube, "Why the hell do you have that?!" Kageyama asked embarrassed, you shrugged, "I don't know just in case you know?" you chuckled a little, "fucking dumbass," Tobio mumbled looking to the side.

You chuckled again walking towards him turning his head pushing your tongue into his mouth making him gasp but kiss back. You opened your eyes slightly seeing Kageyama blushing face, you looked down and squirted some lube onto your fingers still kissing Tobio.

 Pushing Kags against the table you moved your fingers to his but and slowly pushed your fingers in, his eyes went wide as he pulled away from the kiss letting out small groans and moans as you fingered him. He held onto your shoulders, "(Y/n) ngh~" he moaned slightly staring into your eyes.

You groaned as you felt one of his hands grab onto your member stroking it, you pulled his off removing your fingers from his ass picking up the now lubed up vibrator and dildo.

 "What are you going to do with that?" he asked kind of breathless, you just shrugged, "Nothinggg~" you grinned.

Kageyama leaned back down on the table holding his arm over his eyes as you place the vibrator on his dick tying a red ribbon around it not before turning it on, Kageyama groaned at the feeling of it on his dick. 

You slowly pushed the dildo inside and though it wasn't as big as yours it made him moan loudly, you smirked grabbing the remote for the vibrator and dildo turning the vibrator to full speed and turning on the dildo (I saw this electronic dildo video where it like moves like its thrusting and stuff so that's what im doin) you slowly pushed it into him making his hand shoot down grabbing your wrist while the other arm went over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans as tears pricked at his eyes.

You pushed the dildo all the way in and turned up the speed of its thrust, you leaned back up grabby Kags wrist pushing them off of his mouth allowing you to hear his moans in full volume.

Picking him up you bent him over the sofas arm rest making it so that his upper body was off of the sofa and his hands were holding armrest holding himself up. He looked up at you as you stood up standing next to the sofa your dick in front of his face, you rubbed his head forcing his mouth open making him let out a long moan.

 Pushing your dick into his mouth he greedily sucked on it enjoying the taste of your pre cum, he stared up at you with his lusty blue eyes.

You gripped onto his dark blue hair and started moving your hips in and out of his mouth thrusting into his mouth making Kageyama gag from your cock touching the back of his throat (because you got big PP) The vibrations of the toy on his penis and the fake dick inside of him mad Tobio cum on the couch his body shaking as he tried to hold himself up though his arms were getting weaker.

"You like this baby~look at you, shit~" Kageyama moaned around your dick causing you to let out a loud groan, you gave one last hard thrust cumming into his mouth staying place letting all your cum go down his throat. 

You pulled away from him allowing him to a take a deep breath coughing from your harsh thrusts, his body fell down onto the sofa not being able to hold himself up. By now Tobio had came three times so his dick was sensitive and the vibrator on him wasn't helping, he moaned from the dildo still thrusting in him.

You regained your breath before picking Tobio up lifting him from under his thighs causing him to moan loudly, "(Y/n)~ngh AAaahh~" he moaned. You roughly pushed him up against the wall losing patience, you reached down pulling the dildo from his ass making him gasp cumming again shaking, you also removed the vibrator throwing them on the couch. 

You rubbed your dick against his loose ass making him shover trying to shift his hips down, but your tight grip didn't allow him to.

 "Look at you so desperate fuck~" you groaned thrusting up into his ass, his body jolted as his hands shot to your back and hair tugging on you (h/c) locks, scraping his nails down your back making you groan loudly at the pleasurable burning sensation.

"Fuck! (Y/N) AH!~"his mouth hung open as his loud moans spilled out of his mouth, tears rolling down his face as his body shook from the overstimulation.

 "God you look so good ngh~" you groaned, Tobios tongue rolled out of his mouth. You pushed your tongue into his mouth giving him a wet kiss, sucking his tongue you pulled away a strong of saliva connecting your tongues. 

Moving your hips faster into him you could feel yourself about to cum again and based off of Kageyamas face you could tell he was about to cum too. "(Y/n) fuck fuck c-cumming!" he moaned jerking himself off squirting his cum on both of your bodies making you release inside of him because of him tightening around you.

He gasped from warm feeling his body convulsing from his harsh release, his eyes felt droopy as he passed out. You carried him to his room cleaning him up then cleaning the mess you two had left in the living room, you kissed Kageyama as he slept comfortably in his bed. 

Lifting the blanket, you moved laying next him, wrapping around his waist stroking his hair before going to bed.

A/n: it kept saying this was a draft so i published it and idk what happened :P

[marblesphere]

Diary of Mafia Villainess 3

Pairing : Mafia Boss Gojo Satoru x Future Mafia Boss Reader

This is fluffy fanfic based on novel ‘Observation Record of My Self-Proclaimed Villainess Fiancée’ I used the MC’s reincarnated point of view instead of the main hero.

!!Warning!! Rom-Com, Fluff, Protective Gojo, Fluffy Gojo. All students character are aged up to 18, Dense reader. You can also read it on Ao3 under Tsumikio

Sawada [Name] 7 years old

Gojo Satoru 11 years old

Kurogane Yae 7 years old

Geto Suguru 11 years old

 “Fufufufu, our principessa is really cute.” Mei-san put her finishing touch to my hair. Today is the first time I attended an evening party.

“Thank you, Mei-san.” I smiled as I looked at the mirror. I am wearing a light blue dress with mary janes shoes with the same color.

“Kikufuku, are you ready?”

“I am ready.” The maid pushed open the door. Satoru, Suguru and Yae have been standing outside the door. Yae is wearing a purple dress while Satoru and Suguru are in a suit. Black for Suguru and light blue for Satoru, his round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose nicely. “We match.” I grinned.

“Of course, Kikufuku.”

“Ah. Don’t ruffle my hair. Mei-san just did it.” I covered my hair when I saw his hand inched closer.

“Sorry sorry. Let’s go, Kikufuku.”

“Okay.” We entered the limousine. Our chauffeur drives us to the party venue.

“Are you nervous?” Satoru asked.

“A little…” I nodded, it seemed he noticed I had been fidgeting.

“Don’t worry, [Name]-chan. Just relax. Nothing will happen.” Suguru smiled and reassured me.

“Even if someone does cause trouble.  I still can handle it.” Satoru remarked.

“[Name] remember your training.” Yae reminded me.

I let out a soundless ‘ah’ as I remembered my special training, ‘How to Act Like a Villainess.’ Special training designed by us to prepare myself when facing the heroine far in the future. I take a deep breath, straighten my back and set my eyes to a small glare.

“I don’t like it when you glare, Kikufuku.” A hand pinched my cheek.

“Hittai…”

“Satoru, don’t pinch her cheek.” Suguru sighed.

“Hyu promish not tho pinsh mai cheesh.” I pouted, eyes watering from the pain.

“Ah.” He released his hand. “Let me kiss it better then.” He grinned.

“Eh?” Before I could process what his word meant, I had been given a small peck on the cheek, exactly where he pinched me.

“Sa.To.Ru…” Suguru’s eyes flashed. “How dare you…”

“Don’t sweat small details.” He said nonchalantly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, right Kikufuku?”

“…” I can only nod dumbly with wide eyes. ~”~

  “…Amazing…” The party hall is so big. The hall is glittering with light and sparkle. It feels like I have stepped into another world. “Wow, Yae. This is so amazing.” My eyes sparkled.

“Really extravagant for an evening party.” Yae muttered. “Don’t wander around by yourself, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s hold hands.” I held her hand. The evening party is full of adults. Not many children aside from us attend this kind of party.

"Kikufuku, here."

"!!!" Satoru shoved something into my mouth. I blink and chew whatever he fed me. The cheesecake melts in my mouth. "Delicious."

"I know right. They have a lot of delicious sweets. Let's go, I will tell you which one to eat." He grabbed my hand.

"Okay." I nodded excitedly, completely forgetting my cousin and best friend. So, he drags along around the refreshments table, putting every kind of sweets he thought to be delicious on the plate. Right now, we are standing near a balcony, with a plate in one hand and fork in another, he is feeding me.

"How was it?"

"Delish." I exclaimed blissfully. "Satoru, you eat one too." I pushed his fork back to his mouth. "Aaaahh~"

"Aahhh." He chomped down the sweet.

"Hehehe. It's good right?" I giggled.

"It's sweeter than usual." He mumbled. "But I like it." He grinned.

"Hey! Give that boy to me!" A voice suddenly said.

I blink at the newcomer. A girl with blonde wavy hair, wearing a bright yellow dress is pointing to Satoru. Her loud voice is attracting whispers from the surrounding. I look at her and match her with the heroine's description in my mind. My mind comes to a conclusion, no she is not the heroine.

"Don't you know it's rude pointing fingers at other people?" I frowned at her. If she is not the heroine then she can't make Satoru happy.

"Wha-How rude! Do you know who I am?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hip.

"Why should I know about a lowly person without any common sense?" I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. "Do you think this is your house? Where you can just point to something and take it as your own? Or do you think you own this place and the people inside?" I stalked forward for each question.

"Hu-humph! I am the heiress of Nagakawa corp. How dare you talk back to me?!"

"Nagakawa corp? Ah, the up and rising Nagakawa enterprise. Specialized in beverages." I nodded.

"So, you do know who I am." Her stiff shoulders relaxed. "You should apologize to me right now. I might forgive you." She said arrogantly.

"Heh. Then, do you know who I am?" I glared.

"Hmph. I bet you are just some children from an upstart family."

"I am Sawada [Name]. Are you sure you want to make an enemy with the Sawada Family? Which one is the upstart family, you should know well." I smiled darkly.

"Sa-Sawada?" Her face paled.

"Sawada-sama!" An uncle ran to us. "Please forgive my daughter. She didn't mean any harm. She still didn't understand how society works. She is still a small child. Please have it in your heart to forgive her." That uncle bowed.

I look at her daughter which is obviously older than me. "She owed an apology to him." I gestured to Satoru. "How dare she treat people like some object. If you can't even educate your daughter, I don't think you are fit to manage your company." I scowled.

"I...I am sorry…" He gritted out an apology.

"I don't need your apology. I need her apology to him." I repeated. "Do you know who pointed her finger to? The heir of Gojo."

Now, it's his turn to be pale faced. "Apologize to him." He turned to his daughter.

"What? But, Papa!" She protested.

"Hurry up and apologize!"

"I….I am so..rry…" She stuttered out an apology as she glared at me hatefully.

"Kikufuku." Satoru called.

"Yes?" Another sweet is being shoved gently into my mouth.

"The sweet won't be delicious anymore if you didn't eat it quickly." He smiled. "Let's go. Suguru and Yae are over there." He escorted me to them.

"[Name], are you okay?" Yae asked, worry is very clear in her tone.

"Don't worry." I smiled. "Besides, that was a good opportunity to test my training. So, how do I look? Did I pass as villainess?" I whispered to her.

"Yep. Your expression was on point. And the tone was nice too. You did good. When you harassed the heroine you need to be like this." Yae gave me a thumbs up.

"Okay. I will work hard. Just you wait, Gojo Satoru. I will give you a happy ending with the heroine. I will bloom as a beautiful flower of evil and head straight to ruin proudly."

"Give me a happy ending with who?"

Our hearts almost leap out from our throat due to the sudden reply. "What were you talking about, Kikufuku?"

"Satoru." I looked at him seriously.

"Hm?" A smile still etched on his lips.

"I will definitely give you a happy ending (with the heroine). So, please wait until I am 18." I said. 'Because, the story starts once I am 18 years old.'

Satoru blinks before another but a bigger smile appears on his face. "Okay. I will wait for you until you are 18. It's a promise." He showed me his pinkie.

"Promise." I wrapped my smaller pinkie to him.

"Pinky swear, whoever lies will be made to swallow a thousand needles." We said the vow.

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Entry 3

 I made my first debut as a villainess in an evening party.

[sisuchan-400]

Chapter 2: “Meeting”

There was a huge silence, in the whole house, that would give chills to anyone, everyone were asleep in the whole neighborhood , all the lights were off, just a few were really awake to watch some movies with their lights off. Anny heard a sudden sound, her eyes opened as she lazily sat up and rubbed them, she saw for a second a shadow quickly leave through the open door of her room, she quickly rubbed her eyes and looked over the window in front of her bed....it had been forced open and now it was pending slightly side to side. She shivered at the sight and quickly got up, trembling shakily, as she looked at the open door of her room.

She slowly pecked out of the door and looked at the dark corridor, she took out a flashlight and slowly started to walk, she hated the fact that they had the electricity off for the whole night to spare energy.....in that city, nothing was easy to spare. The ghoul heard a sound and quickly turned the flashlight to a broken vase, she started to shake and slowly back up, she heard another sound and quickly turned to that direction....nothing, she took a low breath as she entered the kitchen, her adoptive mom would leave a little light on the table, making the kitchen the only illuminated area of the house.

Anny pecked into the living room, nothing.....into the bathroom....still nothing, she slowly rubbed her head ‘Was it an allucination?......’ she asked to herself, she slowly went back into the kitchen, she sighed and started to take some water from the fridge, before pouring it in a plastic glass. She looked at the glass slowly before drinking a bit of the water, she heard a sound again, it was similar to quick footsteps “Steve?....If this is another one of your jokes.....it is not funny!” She said. Steve was a cat that her adoptive mom would keep inside their house, Anny liked animals....but Steve was a good exception, he always like to scare her by running and the fact that he was all black did not helped.

She took courage and slowly headed back to her bedroom, hearing the sound of wind outside blow through the broken window, she took a shaky breath and peeked inside the room....no one was there....she would have thought it was only her imagination....but the window was clearly broken, and she made sure she was actually awake by pinching her cheek. She sighed and sat back down on her bed, taking out the little bow that was under the pillow, she looked at it and slowly moved it between her fingers, it was all black, with some blood splattered on its side.

“Really ‘cute’ bow.....I wonder how you got to have it” a voice suddenly said, Anny quickly got up and turned, holding the bow tightly in her hand. Astaron turned on the little night light that was on the night draw, he then looked at Anny “Who are you....and how you got into my house?” She asked, as she took in her hand a broken ruler that she broke while she was drawing.....somehow; Astaron leaned on the wall behind him “Ok, first of all, lower that ‘weapon’ of yours....seriously, it is emberassing to look at, second, are you that dumb to not see the broken window?” He asked, pointing with his thumb to the broken window. Anny looked at the ruler, then at the window, and then at the huge bug “Don’t you dare to “First of all” me, I am more dangerous than what you think” she said, holding the ruler tighter “Fluffy Ass, you would not hurt a fly with that ruler, and second, I am more armed than you” Astaron said, as he took out a gun.

The ghoul looked at the gun and slowly backed up “So I would suggest you to lower your sass down and do what I said, always if you do not want me to use this....” Astaron said, motioning the gun as he removed the security. “I would like to see you try....you can’t hit something that runs” Anny said, before bolting quickly out of the room to run to the door that brought out of the house. The huge bug groaned and rubbed his head slightly in irritation “Why everyone must make things so fucking hard for me?” He huffed.

Anny meanwhile, made her way out of the house, she ran out of the little gate and started to run fast, she could care less that she was in pj and she was freezing to death “Ok...ok......I just need to move away from my house as much as I can.....” she said to herself, suddenly a loud gun shot and a strong pain in her shoulder made her yelp in pain, as she kept running as fast as she could. Only around 5 minutes, she started to not feel her legs anymore, she was shaking hard as she suddenly fell, she started to squirm to keep moving....but her body simply was going numb, she trembled as her body stopped responding, so she simply lay there....she ended her run into a park not too distant from her house, she heard again those blasted footsteps and heard someone crouch down next to her “Tired?” Astaron asked, as he held the gun in his hand “What do you want from me?” Anny asked, her voice kinda broken due the effects of the narcotic “I will tell you once you woke up, for now, how about you just go to sleep, and let me do my work?” The bug asked, his was surely not an offer, at all.

The ghoul’s eye lids were slowly going heavy, as blood was falling from her shoulder....then her eyes simply closed. Later, she woke up in a dark grey room, tied down a chair, even her tail had been tied to the ground with some belts, she struggled hard, and saw that all the belts and bindings were loosened enough for her to move, so she started to get herself out of her bindings. She got up and shook the belts and ropes off, as she looked around, the room was empty, dark grey, with only a weak light on the ceiling to illuminate it all “Great...I had been kidnapped” she said sarcastically, she went over the door and saw it was locked, she quickly banged her body against it and groaned in pain, as her shoulder was still hurt and with the bullet in it “Ok Anny....stay calm....staaaaayyy calm......it is like in the movies....someone comes and frees you after a bit.....” she said to herself.

She remained quiet a few moments before groaning “Oh come on myself?! What are you making me think?!” She said, realizing how dumb she just sounded “I see you are a little bit in fight with yourself” She heard someone say, she quickly turned, looking around “Where are you? Show your face!” She said, as she leaned against the door, before it opened, making her fall out and bump the back of her head.

She felt Someone grip the back of her hair and pull her back up, she yelped and trembled “Do not act all scared now and just act as a grown girl” Astaron said, letting go of her hair. She rubbed the back of her head before looking at him “You are not my dad! You can’t say what I have to do” she said, before feeling a gun pointing at her head “Listen to me Fluffy ass, the struggle I had to find you is bigger than what you think. So do not make me hurt you any further, I need you togheter you know?” Astaron said, Anny remained silent.

“............Find me?........” she asked, Astaron rised a brow, realizing that she was slowly letting go and giving up, he lowered the gun and put the security on “Mind me explain you why I just kidnapped you, or you just want to make things harder for both?” He asked, groaning.

Anny looked at him and then down, she loudly sighed “Ok Ok then....If this will bring me out of this situation soon, then I will try to do what you want” she said, the huge bug turned “Then follow me” He said, as he started to walk, Anny groaned and followed, holding her shoulder. They walked down a dark corridor, illuminated my little lights “Does your shoulder still hurt?” Astaron asked “No thanks Sherlock.......I just have a bullet in my shoulder” Anny answered “You better already lower your sass, if you do not want another hole in your shoulder” Astaron said, looking at Anny. The ghoul groaned “Can I at least remove it?” She asked “Oh I will.....do not worry....or maybe you should” Astaron said, before laughing loudly, showing his sharp theet, Anny grumbled as she looked the wall of the corridor. Astaron sighed and wiped his tear “Aaaahh..........do not tell anyone that I laughed, Ok?” He suddenly said, his face darkening, pointing at her face “Ok....” she answered, mumbling and muttering every type of curse that would go throught her mind.

Astaron opened a door and entered it, Anny remained there and watched......before hearing a loud ‘Ahem’ coming from the bug, she slowly entered the room and looked around. It was a rather little room, with a couch, two arm chairs, a TV and a lot....of bottles of alcohol...there was even a strong smell of cigarette that made her want to throw up “Ugh....” she said, putting her hand over her mouth “Are you a smoker and an alcoholic?” She asked with a disgusted voice “Meh....I only drink time to time......I cannot consider myself an alcoholic, about the smoking....lets say it is what humans call ‘Bad habit’” Astaron answered, annoyed by the ask since in that city no one was bothered of what people would do. He sat down on the couch and motioned to Anny to sit, holding the gun in one hand, Anny slowly sat down, holding her shoulder.

“Ok....lets start with the basics” the bug sighed, as he sat up a bit “Name is Astaron, named by the others “The green death”.....aka stupid name that not even a clown would have” he said, as he took a newspaper showing an article titled with “Green death strikes again”. He was actually surprised to see the color drain from Anny’s face, despite her already have white skin due her being a ghoul “This is new....usually teens would think ‘cool’....but you just reacted like a criminal” he said, before throwing away the newspaper “Wha....?.....” Anny said, trying to process everything “Forget that, you do not need useless infos.... you should rather know the important stuff.....I do not need to know about you, I know all your infos” he admitted. “What? How?” Anny asked, sitting up a bit “I have good sources...now let’s get really to the important stuff....” Astaron said, sitting up “First of all, you have a list of rules to follow if you want me to spare your life of cockroach....one, you do what I say, no asking, just do it.....second, do not talk with anyone useless I give you permission to speak...third, don’t try to escape.....or you will get more bullets inside your shoulder....and fourth, do not be sassy or talk back to me” He said, leaning forward and leaning on his knees with his hands togheter “Understood?” He asked.

Anny snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, shaking “Good, now is time for you to know what I need you for” Astaron said, he got up and walked to a library, before taking out a really thin dossier of color red, he walked back to her and threw the dossier at her, wich she catched with her good hand, she looked down at it, before opening it. There were documents about movements, an organization and what surely caught Anny’s attention....a picture of a ruby.....but diamond shaped. “Before you think wrong, that is not a ruby....it is a red diamond......the red diamond” Astaron said, correcting himself “The red diamond...?” She asked under her breath, reading those very few infos written there “Yes, the most valuable diamond in existence.....” Astaron said, as he light up a cigarette, Anny looked at him and then back at the dossier “And....what do you need me for?” She asked, Astaron looked at her “Well, since I had to tell you anyway....I need you to get to the organization where it is kept.....tell me, do you recognize the name?” He asked, Anny went to the paper with the organization and read the name....her eyes widening “ ‘Golden Fire Corporation......’......it is the corporation of my father....” she said, reading the paper “Specialized into minerals and chimic resources.....” Astaron said, leaning back on the couch.

Anny looked at him “But why me?....” she asked, Astaron sighed and took the cigarette out of his mouth “Well, you are the only family member that I could reach quickly, plus, there are no news about other offsprings beside you...or in general news about other family members.......does that speak up for you?” He said, smoke coming out from his mouth. Anny remained quiet and nodded with her head shakily, before holding her shoulder “Get used to the pain, you will feel a lot of it during all the time I will use you to get to that diamond....and trust me....it will be a long period....” he said, tapping his cigarette and making the dust fall. Anny looked at him silently, before closing the dossier, she felt something in her pocket and saw the black bow in it “Ah yeah...I prefer leave it to you...I would not use it in any way” the huge bug said “But....what are we going to do?....Stay here and slack off?” Anny asked “Oh no, I am just giving you a little......pause, before anything starts...” Astaron said, leaning back on the couch “Ok...but what about the bullet?....” Anny asked, he looked at her “If remove it will make you shut up, come here and let me remove it” Astaron groaned as he sat up.

The process was...painful, the bug literally dept his fingers into the found and ripped the bullet out, making the wound larger. Things did not got really better when he tightened the bandages around it “Happy now?” Astaron asked, as he wiped the blood from his fingers, Anny simply nodded “Now just go back to your room and rest, there is a mattress in one corner of the room, you sleep there” The huge bug said. Anny lowly nodded and slowly walked off silently.

Sleep was nearly impossible, the sound of people shooting at god knew what, the loud laughing and music coming from other places made things hard for anyone who wanted to sleep in peace, Anny took out the little bow and held it in one hand, looking at it....it gave a reassuring aura to her...even tought the blood on it made her feel as well sad, she tried to connect her memories....but she was just too tired to process anything...so she simply tried to sleep, holding the bow close.

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Ooff! It have been a while Uh? Well, finally part two has came out, And I am happy that I started to write this down again! I am trying to divide my activities into pieces and do them time to time!

The Stealers of the red diamond is an story made by me

Train TracX belongs to @fluttersdreams and @lazyskelebones

The original Astaron belongs to @fluttersdreams

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The voices - Thorcid Fanfic

A\N: This is a wrap for the tour series! It’s quite an emotional ride, so prepare yourselves. I wasn’t feeling on my brightest mood to write lately, so I’m not sure if it’s any good, but at least it’s finished. The last months were so full with Thorcid activities I needed to make something special.

As always, any kind of feedback is always welcome, and let’s keep the flame going 🔥 ❤️️

Bob jumped three times on the doorway of his apartment to get rid of the snow on his coat. His bones were still shaking from the chilly weather outside, the lips frost and cracking. His assistant popped out from the elevator with the rest of the suitcases and bags mumbling complaints. Bob was fumbling inside his backpack to find the keys.

He was still jet lagged and it was almost 1 AM. When he found the sneaky keys, he felt the phone vibrating inside his jeans pocket.

“What the…” he started the unfinished sentence.

“You’re not getting any booty call until you help me unpack this shit” the younger man behind him protested.

Bob rolled eyes profusely as he recognized the name on the screen. He accepted the call placing one hand on the waist impatient already.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked sharply before even the hello.

“I know you’ve just arrived from the trip probably but I really want to see you. Shane is driving me fucking insane, I don’t know what to do, I have nobody else to talk to.”

The familiar deep voice on the phone was a little bit higher and trembling.

“W-w-w wait Betty, where are you? I’ve just got home, bitch. I can’t with this telenovela of you two right now-

Jamin cut him before he could finish the sentence, “I don’t know where he is. Come here…please. I’m at that bar near my place.”

Bob deep sighed closing his tired eyes and checked the late hour again on his watch. His assistant was listening everything very interested but quite impatient for Bob’s decision.

“I’m there in maybe half an hour? Hold your damn horses”

He hung up and turned his back to his assistant with pleading innocent eyes.

“Yeah, girl, I need to go. Ya know.” he tried explaining cheaply while his assistant wasn’t impressed at all, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Bob hugged him anyways and got back into the elevator. He was heavy breathing again, but not from the cold.

“What the fuck did you do, Throgy?” he wondered out loud focusing on the floor numbers slowly descending on the display.

*                                                      

One month ago

Acid was listening to the audience back stage, the muffled sounds behind the black walls of the theater. He was a half way ditsy from the drink he was having. Memories of little Jamin in school plays flooding his mind. How did ever cross his mind being away from performing?

“Aaaaaacid Beeeetty!”

Bob’s voice was calling in the microphone and he walked to join the other girls for the questions and answers, the spotlights making him temporarily blind for few seconds. This trip has been nothing but a dream. He was surrounded by people that he loved and inspired him.

Sitting next to Thorgy turned out to be a constant distraction, he wondered if people could see the obvious behind his make-up, hair and sometimes mask. He was wearing all the disguises and still couldn’t help being drawn to him, with constant side comments as if there was anybody else in the panel.

When his eyes finally stopped scanning the faces in the front row of the theater, he glanced at Thorgy only to notice the outfit he was wearing. Naomi’s merch black t-shirt and some black slick pants with classic Thorgy pumps on.

Thorgy noticed Acid’s eyes resting on his lap and smiled caught up in the mischief.

“Sorry, girl! I decided to try it on and you know me, I ended up pulling off the whole look” he explained approaching Acid’s ear while Kim Chi was answering a question.

“I was going to wear this tomorrow” he replied smoothing Thorgy’s thigh distracted, his mouth dropped open. Thorgy’s eyes widened behind his thick arrow glasses but he didn’t remove Acid’s hand.

“What are you doing?” he asked amused exchanging glances from his thigh to Chi Chi that wasn’t bothered about them at all, refreshing herself with a huge fan.

Acid finally realized that they weren’t alone and he just winked and took a sip on his drink. Thorgy giggled and draw his attention back to Kim Chi.

Acid kept staring at his face, eyes all narrowed with the big smile, all under the big black hat.

Jamin knew the disguises were covering him, and still he felt like the audience could see right through him.

*

“Okay, bottoms up! So, Naomi, stand up!”

Shane, Jamin and Naomi were at the suspicious karaoke bar turning tequila shots after the show. Naomi almost spit his drink after Shane’s comment. Jamin was passed the point of being buzzed, the fish on his sweater were going to die from alcohol poisoning.

“Have you guys chosen your song?” Naomi asked reading the big book of song options as if he could see anything in the dim lighting of the bar.

“Mine it’s a surprise” Shane answered mysterious raising his brows, one elbow poking Jamin’s rib.

“I’m not singing with you, Shane” he protested again in a serious tone that Shane didn’t care at all, stealing a quick peck on his cheek.

“Awww, it’s so cute when you call Thorgy by Shane” Naomi pointed out tilting his head at them in an adorable way. “I’m sticking with Mariah. Heartbreaker is my jam”

“Ooooh I can be your back vocal for this one!” Thorgy replied excited slapping Naomi’s forearms many times in a row.

“Well, I’m going to refill and smoke outside.” Jamin commented expecting Shane to maybe follow him.

Shane glanced at him standing up, “I’m gonna stick around here. Don’t stay outside too long, I think I saw your David Bowie in the queue” Shane replied pulling lightly the fabric of Jamin’s pants.

Jamin collected Shane’s hand and squeezed, rubbing his thumb on his knuckles.

*

 A group of college girls were singing Spice Girls with all their excitement and poor rhythm skills. Jamin observed them sipping his drink and smiled. He gave up the smoke break because it was too cold outside and he didn’t want to miss his song. His eyes traveled back to the table. Naomi and Kim Chi were talking at the edge of one side while Shane was talking to a man quite close.

He shrugged. It could be just a fan. He continued watching the chubby one going down to floor as she did the Zig-a-zig-ah choreography. He turned his glance back to the table and the guy was whispering in Shane’s ear and he was giggling. They seemed intimate.

“What the…” he whispered feeling the sting of jealousy.

He recollected himself a bit, sure that it was the tequila taking over. He walked back to the table and Shane didn’t even notice he was walking in their direction.

“Hi!” he interrupted them, standing in front of the table, and he wondered if the hi sounded too weird.

Shane finally draw his attention to him, and he was very excited pulling his arm to sit next to the stranger.

“Jamin, come here! This is Ethan, you’re not going to believe this!”

“We’ve shared dorms in university…among other things” the blonde muscular man answered and exchanged a meaningful glance with Shane. He looked like a hockey player.

Shane cleared his throat, because he noticed how Jamin wasn’t amused, he just nodded and draw his attention to his drink. Naomi was at the other side of the table, and she mouthed a curious “What the fuck?” noticing the jock next to Shane.

“We dated for what?” Shane asked him narrowing his eyes trying to remember.

“Almost one year. Until I moved back to Wisconsin”

Jamin noticed Naomi standing up because he was going to sing. He got up quicker than usual to remind Shane they were going to do the number together.

“Thorgy! It’s now!” he reminded him throwing a quick nod to acknowledge Ethan.

Shane hesitated for few seconds, his gaze shifting between Jamin and Ethan, but he stood up to join Naomi. Before leaving the table, he leaned down to say something to Jamin but he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say.

“This is weird”, he just blurted out laughing, the palms of his hands on Jamin’s thighs, using as support for his weight.

“He looks like the blonde guy from Karate Kid but on steroids” Jamin replied sharply making Shane cackle. They kept staring at each other, Shane focusing on Jamin’s lower lip.

“You look so damn cute with this stupid sweater” Shane noticed nibbling his bottom lip warily, pointing to one orange fish among the many featured in the blue sweater.

Naomi pulled him before alcohol would have speak louder. Jamin picked up his phone from the table not giving too much attention to Ethan.

“God, Shane still shakes me so hard” he commented looking at him and Naomi at the stage. Jamin widened eyes and looked up at him. “He didn’t have these…” then the blond man tried to make a gesture of dreads on his head, “going on, and didn’t look so sloppy…but damn, I’d still let him fuck me in a minute”

Ethan confessed as if was the most mundane thing, and took a sip on his own drink. Jamin was quite struck.

“Ah, you were in that drag show with him, right? I don’t watch this, I mean, I respect what you guys do. But it’s just not my thing...but hey, it’s TV!”  and then he gave Jamin a little pad on the shoulder.

“Ahem, may I ask what is your profession so I can respect too?” Jamin scoffed with a smile. Ethan was such a brick he didn’t even notice the sass on his tone.

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Aaaahh respectful indeed” he replied full of disdain, but Ethan didn’t notice anything and continued throwing lustful eyes to Shane and Naomi on the stage as they were singing. “This friend of yours is quite cute…but damn…do you know if Shane is seeing someone?”

“You know, we are on the road all the time, who knows?” Jamin replied absently almost finishing his drink.

“Shane is still the best top I’ve ever had. When we were young people would see him as this feminine fairy but dude, in the bedroom he was just-“

Jamin was tensing up more and more as he continued listening to the conversation until the point he interrupted him standing up abruptly.

“Eh, I need a refill, do you want anything?” he asked in the speed of light. Ethan seemed a little bit suspicious and it took him few seconds to answer.

“No man, I’m fine” he raised his half full glass.

Jamin rushed to the bar. He closed his eyes, feeling a little bit nauseous. He didn’t know why he was acting up crazy like this. But Ethan’s presence was bugging him immensely. He went to the bathroom to freshen up and get a grip, and when he came back to the table Naomi was talking to Ethan and they seemed to be flirting. He checked his cell phone to read a message from Kim Chi saying he was at the hotel already.

He joined them at the table again, sitting by Naomi’s side and his eyes finally fixed on the stage where Shane was singing Head over feet by Alanis Morissette. Shane’s gaze settled on him. He was sitting on stool and looking at the TV with the lyrics but he kept shifting to Jamin.

He continued singing, almost talking the song, each verse full of meaning.

You’re the best listener that I’ve ever met

You’re my best friend

Best friend with benefits

Then he winked at Jamin that shook his head smiling softly. Jamin’s expression got introspective as Shane continued singing.

What took me so long?

I’ve never felt this healthy before

I’ve never wanted something rational

I am aware now

I am aware now

Shane was singing directly to him and Jamin nodded back. 

He was aware too.

“Alanis is such a gemini, I love this bitch. “Bearer of unconditional things”, who the fuck writes a verse like this?” he broke the romantic verse as people from the bar kept clapping.

He got off the stool before the song finished clapping hands too. He met them at the table and Jamin had to slide on the bench so he could sit next to him. Shane drank from his drink and before he noticed Naomi and Ethan were making out by Jamin’s side.

“Can we go to the hotel already?” Shane pleaded laughing at the vision.

“PLEASE” panic on his eyes as the couple was almost towering over him.

*

Half hour later they were at the hotel lying in bed with a passed-out Naomi in the middle of them, because Kim didn’t open the room for him and Naomi lost his key.

“Tell me again why you need to sleep here” Jamin asked annoyed and Naomi pulled him closer by the waist. He sighed annoyed. Shane was laying behind Naomi.

“I don’t wanna be alone…I’m sick!” he mumbled annoyed. Jamin sighed frustrated.

“I told you you’re light weight, bitch. Why do you think you can keep up with us? Our livers are petrified already” Shane replied in his ear and he just kept mumbling complaints.

“Can I at least change position?” Jamin asked trying to remove his arm as if he was glued to his waist. Naomi’s long arm pulled Shane closer so he could spoon him. Shane hugged him placing his head over Nami’s head and exchanged a small kiss with Jamin when Naomi separated their mouths.

“None of this will happen here, okay…” she mumbled.

Jamin was getting pissed and Shane was super amused about the whole thing.

“By the way, Thorgy… how a jock like that is a bottom…we were making out and then we kinda looked at each other like…really? And now what?” Naomi commented in her usual dragged deep voice and then started giggling.

Shane inspected Jamin’s face for a reaction but he avoid looking at Shane.

“I’m taking a shower”

Jamin escaped from Naomi’s arms before Shane saying anything.

*

After a longer than usual shower, Jamin got out the smokey bathroom to find Shane sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed watching TV in a low volume, a bag of chips in hands.

Jamin was wearing the hotel’s white robe and started looking for his pajamas in silence. All they could hear was Naomi’s snorting and the bag of chips wrap sound moving in Shane’s hands.

When he was finally dressed up he sat next to Shane and grabbed a handful of the chips, watching absently the screen too. They stood there quietly.

“Are you happy with our sex life?”

He asked unabashed and there was no time to even regret. Shane was caught out of guard and he snorted confused.

“What?” he inquired giggling eating more chips.

“I’m serious, Thorg” he continued worried and awkward. Shane looked at Naomi’s corpse behind them.

“Is this because of Ethan? What did he say to you? Oh my god. I’ve never seen you like this. I kinda want to take a picture”

“He said that you were the best top he ever had” he confessed hesitating.

Shane just stood there staring at him, his mouth dropped open confused and amused.

“Look…” Jamin pulled Shane’s sleeve looking down. “I can bottom more often. It’s just that…” he smoothed one of his brows. “Sorry if I didn’t notice how much you’ve missed it, I don’t know, it sorta happened that way and you never looked unsatisfied and-

He looked up finally meeting Shane’s face that had his head tilted as if Jamin was the cutest puppy.

“It’s because I’m satisfied. Believe me, I would have told you if I wasn’t, bitch. And I wouldn’t have changed anything, how the things happened” he reassured him squeezing his thigh and Jamin deep sighed relieved. “But if you want to bottom more…You know, I am the best top in Ethan’s prestigious list…” and then he threw a little shimmy and Jamin laughed.

Jamin leaned to kiss him, his mint breath meeting Shane chips salty tongue until they felt Naomi’s leg separating them. The kiss was pulled apart.

They hopped on the other single bed and kept eating chips and watching TV. Shane was the one to fall sleep first, peaceful using Jamin’s chest as pillow.

Jamin glanced over Naomi sleeping and kissed the top of Shane’s head, still wondering about that younger version of Shane in a dorm room fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

He was getting turned on so he shifted his position to shake off his unholy thoughts.

“Think about awful things…Derrick’s emotional roller-coaster speech...” he whispered to himself laughing,

*

Magical things were happening in this tour.

And having a dressing room only for themselves was one of them.

When Jamin got the message from Shane, he took a long shower at the hotel and prepared himself for all the possibilities. He didn’t know why Ethan’s encounter lit this fire on him but he still felt like he needed to spice things up with Shane.

Even though magical things were happening, many obstacles kept happening from letting him have any quality time with Shane. Their last private moment, but not so much, was still in the plane…the memories of Shane’s head going up and down, the adrenaline of almost getting caught…

But there was always people that they needed to meet and the fans and the other girls constantly interrupting them.

He got wrapped helping Bob to fix his dress that literally ripped in the zipper of the suitcase. He checked his watch. It was almost time for dressing up.

“You’re set?” Jamin asked Bob again that was twirling looking at the dressing room mirror.

“Yeah, thank you Elizabeth. Girl, your face. You look like a teenager that stopped jerking off because his parents knocked on the door or something” Bob teased  his friend with his raspy giggle that was clearly in a hurry. “Go go, Jesus”

Jamin left them to find Shane in the dressing room wearing just a long black tank top and boxers, putting his hair up, rolling the dreads in a sock, ready to put his make up on.

“Hi, I thought you would never come” he replied unaware of his boyfriend urgency.

Jamin just locked the door behind him with the key and reached for him as fast as he could for a desperate kiss. He was in no mood to talk or waste time anymore and stole Shane’s next words with a rough and thorough sweep on his mouth, pressing his lips tightly against his rooting for the closest fit, one hand escaping his tank top to tangle into the back of his dreads.

Shane just followed his act walking back as Jamin pushed him against the make up balcony so he could sit, some of the make up items falling on the floor.

From the other side of the wall the girls heard the thump sound coming from the other room. Naomi and Bob exchanged glances and Kim Chi looked at the ceiling.

“These old buildings are always making noises. Haunted mansion realness”

Bob tried to justify as Naomi laughed. He was worried that whatever was going on the other room they were all going to hear.

Shane wrapped his legs around him as his hands were removing first Jamin’s glasses, and then his own glasses, the t-shirt and opening his fly, the pants dropping on the floor, never breaking the kiss until the inevitable moment. He was an octopus when it comes to his boyfriend’s body.  Jamin was naked in a matter of seconds, but Shane still had the tank top on.

“What’s going on…” he managed to murmur into Jamin’s ear as he planted kisses on the hollow of his neck trailing down to Shane’s stomach, pulling the fabric of the shirt up.

Jamin was removing Shane’s boxers slowly, scanning every bit of his long legs, the blue eyes darkened with desire, his lips still glistening. He placed two of the stools of the dressing room, right and left sides and Shane observed intrigued.

Then he grabbed one of Shane’s legs and threw over his shoulder, lowering himself to put Shane in his mouth. Shane was hard and aching for him already, and he arched his back in response letting go a soft moan, bumping his shoulder blaze on the cold mirror. He watched them in the other mirror in front of them, Jamin kneeled and buried between his legs, his head going up down and he fastened the pace, the vision was making him even more turned on.

Jamin shifted his attention to his lower parts, not before licking slowly the tip of Shane’s cock and looking up to check his reaction, but he had his eyes closed in trance.

He pulled Shane by the hips closer so could rim his entrance, digging his tongue inside him, his legs spread open.

“Oh my...Ja…” he tried to say something as Jamin kept fucking him with his tongue. Shane was using one hand carved on the balcony holding his weight and the other was stroking his own cock.

Jamin suddenly stopped, which make Shane wince and protest but he wasn’t going to break the contact for too long, as Jamin pulled him closer again for a kiss, pushing him against the wall one more time, his cock deliciously rubbing inside Shane’s tank top.

“Floor, now” Jamin commanded breathless.

Jamin laid on the floor and watched Shane fetching up a bottle of lube from his bag and placing a good portion on his hands. He also threw Jamin the small cushion he uses in airplanes. Jamin laughed putting it under his neck. He sat next to Jamin on the floor and took Jamin on his mouth gently, he was fully hard, so he didn’t tease that much just lubing him up.

“I hate you…” he begged and Shane laughed mischievously.

Shane straddled him gently enjoying the sensation of Jamin stretching him up  as he lowered himself for a kiss, moaning in pleasure as Jamin thrusted his hips in circles very slowly as a response.

“FUCK” Shane muttered collapsing over him and laughing, breathing into his mouth and Jamin seemed a little suffocated with Shane’s weight over him. The floor wasn’t helping at all.

“Sorry!” Shane noticed relieving a bit of the weight removing himself a bit up giggling, cupping Jamin’s face.

“Don’t worry, my fat ass is absorbing the impact” he whispered with the voice coming out a little bit strangled and they both laughed as Shane begin slowly riding him.

Their playful expressions were languidly replaced by pleasure and heat. Shane’s pale skin was completely red and his knees were sore for scratching the floor, Jamin grunting with eyes closed as Shane moaned inside his mouth.

Jamin was really close but he managed to stop Shane’s moves, indicating that he wanted to change position.

“Lay on your back” he asked panting, Shane that was all flustered and heavy breathing took a few seconds to obey him.

Shane removed himself and laid on his back, relaxing his back and muscles, feeling like a puddle. Jamin sat by his side, almost kneeled as if he was going to give him a massage.

He kissed Shane cradling his face, planting small kisses on his cheek and the hollow of his eyes.

“We need to be in one piece for the numbers” Jamin whispered in his mouth as one of his hands reached for Shane’s cock and started rubbing.

Shane reached for Jamin’s putting him in his mouth as Jamin’s hand lowered his hand, one finger slipping inside. He could feel the humming vibration of Shane’s throat as he worked the middle finger deeper on him.

Shane couldn’t even focus anymore and just laid on his back waiting for the orgasm to hit as he stroke his own cock with Jamin fastening the pace, murmuring and nodding for him to not stop. He had his eyes wide shut, the mouth dropped open, the veins on his neck popping out as he ached his back and Jamin intensified his pace.  

He emptied himself on his own stomach, one hand holding Jamin’s wrist pushing the finger deeper, still smasping, the legs wide open and knees bent. Then Shane removed removed his finger and closed his legs, Jamin was looking down at him satisfied, and kissed his chest, cleaning Shane with his own tank top. Shane searched for his cock still with eyes closed to finish him off, his legs still week from the orgasm.

Shane was very skillful and he knew exactly what Jamin liked, working on the tip of his sock holding the base with a firm grip. He didn’t last long and Shane won’t  let any drop of him goes to waste, as Jamin fingers buried inside his dreads, whispering sweet nothings.

They both collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. They could hear Bob’s usual Celine Dion playing from the other room.

“Ouch!” Shane protested removing a brush from behind his back and laughing. Jamin was still panting with eyes closed. Shane laid on his chest, kissing his nipple, the hollow of his neck and the inside of his forearm, where the doll- octopus tattoo was resting.

“That was fucking amazing…” he whispered in his ear before standing up, Jamin widely smiled and kissed him back.

Shane was the first one standing up and he checked himself in the mirror, his knees all red and busted. The hair a mess of dreads going wild. His lips swollen and his t-shirt all stained.

“God, I look disgusting. We have 40 minutes to be ready”

“I’m so glad I have that romper” Jamin finally said something standing up.

They wore comfortable clothes for the meet and greet. Bob was outraged talking to them like a worried mother, saying how he had to put Celine Dion in the highest volume since the two whores won’t stop making noises.

*

One month later

“What’s going on? You fucking scared me on the phone, girl”

Bob met Jamin alone in a booth of the bar, just with three beers as a date. Jamin looked more exhausted than drunk.

“Shane’s missing, he just left and didn’t say anything. I asked Alvy if he knew where was him, and he thinks he’s with his folks I just…”

He rubbed his forehead and shook his head.

“But what the fuck happened?”

“The voices” he answered vaguely. “He spent the whole month talking to these possible investors, to get the Thorchestra some financial support just for starters. And it didn’t work out. And all the paper work with the local musician’s unions of the cities. He had this project off this short tour, involving three cities, and he got overwhelmed it wasn’t working out, I don’t know”

He stared outside through the glass, the fog making the cars looking like hidden monsters.

“So Thorgy being Thorgy”

“He completely shut me off the two last weeks. It’s ridiculous. He didn’t want to do anything. But he doesn’t want any help either. I know he wants to be alone, and I respect that, because I’m a loner too. But I can’t get him out of this state…I swear, ugh, he annoys the fuck out of me”

Bob laughed in sympathy with his friend.

“Jamin, Thorgy is fine. He wouldn’t hurt himself. He just needs to adjust the engines of that crazy head of his”

“I know that. But how can he just leave without saying anything, who does that? It’s been a day and he haven’t even checked his phone. Well, no news here”

He was shaking his head annoyed sipping on his beer.

“What did Raga say?”

“Raga is pissed too, but she shares the same opinion. That I just have to be patient that he will come back” and the finished the whole bottle.

“You know, for some people, it takes a little longer to understand that they are loved. Thorgy still thinks nobody cares for him, that he would lose a Brooklyn white person with dreadlocks challenge…”

Jamin finally smiled, but his heart wasn’t at peace.

“He is fine…”  Bob reassured squeezing Jamin’s forearm.

*

The next day he woke up with his bed still empty. He sat on the bed and observed their two personalized candles that were gifts from a fan on the nightstand. Thorgy’s smiling face mocking him. He put his glasses on that were next to them and checked his phone one more time. Still no sign from him.

He dragged himself to the bathroom to wash his face, his limbs still sleepy.

Then he headed to the kitchen, only to find Shane there sitting at the table all set for a cinematographic breakfast. Jamin stood there, still trying to figure out what emotion he was feeling, trying to find the words he gathered for long and that went missing.

After the longest seconds, the words finally come out, “Did you cook this?” he asked furrowing his brow in disbelief.

Shane was unarmed by his unexpected reaction. There was a jar of juice, donuts and waffles. Fresh made scrambled eggs and a jam pot.

“ I bought everything but the jam”, Shane started shyly rubbing his forehead. “My father made that jam. I told him I have a boyfriend now.”

He stopped to investigate Jamin’s reaction that just nodded.

“Um, he-he was surprised that it was you because he thought we hated each other because of the the show”

Shane laughed exasperated, but Jamin continued not offering any kind o response.

“So, you were at your folks” Jamin assumed closing his arms in front of his chest leaning on the counter.

“I was. Look Jamin, I-I I’m sorry. I just needed to leave the city for a bit. These fucking weeks worn me out and I didn’t want you to see how crazy I can get.”

“Shane, the Thorchestra will happen one day. You will fulfill your dream, and just because it’s not happening now it doesn’t mean you’re a failure. You don’t need to shut down people because you’re feeling sad or anxious. And you don’t answer your fucking phone, I think you deliberately try to make me crazy. To test me”

“I swear I’m not testing you, I just, when I’m on a crisis I can’t even think properly, it’s almost like an outside body experience. And then last night I sorta snapped out of it. And it sucks that it hurts you. I know that I have to understand that you love me, even when I don’t love myself very much. That I can’t just disappear anymore”

“No, you can’t” Jamin just replied in a demanding tone.

Then he approached him slowly and cupped his face for a kiss. He could feel Shane loosening up in his embrace and the tears rolling down his face making their kiss salty. Shane wiped them quickly.

“Sorry...I’m just relieved to fucking breath again” he replied laughing and wiping the other tears that kept bursting up.

Jamin sat to eat and Shane went along grabbing a donut. He was hungry, as he finally could feel the taste of food again.

He didn’t need to face the darkness alone, said one of the many voices inside his head. This voice was a good one. This one could echo forever.

[drabblemesilly]

Mathew Barzal #2

Requested by Anon(s):

1.  Could you please do something cute about Mathew Barzal??

2.  Can you do a cute Mat Barzal one where another player says something about you and he gets protective, I have so many mat Barzal feels rn 😍

*AAAAHH!! I hope you like this one. So much feels. :) Not totally about a person saying something about the girlfriend but I hope that’s totally fine. Enjoy!:)*

Hockey butts are the best butts. Also, hockey thighs are the best thighs. You looked at the parade of European hockey players in front of you and grinned to yourself. You may be perfectly happy and in love with your boyfriend – who also has a great butt and an even more amazing pair of thighs – but you’re not blind. You recognize good butts when you see it.

One of the Russian players looked at you and smiled so, naturally, you smiled back. You’re not a snob.

He waved at you before saying something to his teammate. He turned back and took three steps towards you when you felt a heavy arm pull you from behind.

The familiar scent of a freshly-showered Mathew Barzal enveloped your senses before you felt him kiss your neck softly, and then kissing your jaw too, until he gave a final peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Ready?” he whispered.

You saw the Russian player shook his head before turning to his teammate again. His teammate said something that made him laugh. Rubbing his neck, he glanced at you again, a rueful smile on his face.

You turned to Mathew and glared, “is foreplay in public a thing now?”

He looked at you like it was the most normal thing in the world, “what?”

Leveling him down with a look, you said, “what was that?”

Mathew took your hand in his and started walking again, keeping you close to him, “I just don’t like it when people look at you like that,” he shrugged, “like you’re some trophy that they want to earn.”

“Aren’t I?” you teased, elbowing him gently, “you have to admit,” you started saying, “I look good hanging on your arm like this.”

He chuckled, “I think that’s mostly because of me,” he laughed, “like how I bring out the beautiful in you.”

“Now when did I ever start dating a poet?” you laughed, “Mat,” you sobered, “there will always be guys hitting on me or looking at me like that,” you just had to remind him.

He harrumphed, reminding you of Scrooge, “well, I don’t like it.”

A crease formed in your forehead, “sometimes I don’t like that girls line up to take pictures of you or to get your autograph,” you said, gripping his hand harder, “but you don’t see me complaining.”

As if to prove your point, just as you exited the arena, a twelve year old girl ran towards you, calling out his name. She was breathing hard when she finally reached you by the exit but she was grinning from ear to ear. She held a sign that said she came all the way from Seattle, Washington just to see him play.

“I’m your biggest fan,” she said, “I hope I can get a picture with you?” she asked hesitantly.

Without thinking twice, your boyfriend nodded before posing with her. The lady, who you assume is her mother, took a photo of them. The girl’s grin even went wider than ever, “thank you so much,” she started to gush, hugging him quickly, “I spent all my savings just so I could watch you play. You totally made my year.”

Mat smiled gratefully at her, his pinks turning a little pink, “thanks for coming to watch me,” he signed her Barzal jersey, “that’s so nice of you. I hope you had a good time.”

The girl nodded profusely, “best day of my life,” she confessed, “we went to the merch shop to see if they had one of your goal pucks but they don’t carry it here,” she told him disappointedly, “but not to worry, right?” she beamed, “more games, especially once you’re finally in the NHL.”

She looked so cute but disappointed that you couldn’t help but reach for your bag. After his game last night, he jokingly gave you a signed puck, “for when I get famous, you can put it on Ebay and earn from it,” he said. It was a running joke between the two of you and you probably already have four pucks at your apartment, just waiting to be auctioned off.

You took the clear box and handed it to him, “here.”

Mathew, a little surprise, slowly took the box and looked at you, “you sure?” he mouthed.

You grinned at the girl, “you can sell it on Ebay once he gets famous,” you laughed.

The girl looked at you like you just told a Belieber that Justin Bieber asked for her number.

After one last hug to Mathew and a big thank you to you, the girl and her mom scampered away.

Your boyfriend straightened and turned to you with a funny look on his face.

“What?” you asked, running a hand on your cheek, “do I have dirt on my face?”

“One minute you were saying how you don’t like it when girls line up for me, the next you’re giving away my one world juniors gift to you.”

You shrugged, “that was a little girl,” you said pointedly, “from Seattle.”

“But—“

You leaned and kissed his cheek, “I don’t care about the puck. I have the player and besides,” you grinned, “I’m still gonna be here when you’re kissing the Stanley Cup, that’s a lot of pucks to collect.”

He smiled, “Stanley Cup, huh?” he asked, “that’s a long way to go.”

“That can be next year,” you laughed, “don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“You’ll still be here when I get to my tenth Stanley Cup final, then,” he amended.

“Woah,” you snorted, “slow down Sidney Crosby.”