#WHAT WAS INT HE AIR THAT NIGHT HUH

[wheeboo]

babes come get your man

TOMO WHY WOOLD U FCKIFNG DO THIS TO ME ?!\€|€€]**]’&/:;):$$:&:&:&

HES SO FUCKING FINE IM GONNA SCTEAM

[toruro]

I REQUEST NASTY DIGUSTING SLIGHTLY WEIRD AND OFF PUTTING JIHOON SMUT THIS INSTANT

maybe like hate sex and they're really going at it and jihoon is kind of (really) a dick but the reader loves it and they're both possessive okay bye

or a/b/o

side by side

pairing. jihoon x reader tags. smut (18+ / minors dni), implied enemies & fwb au, bulge kink, creampie w/c. 1.4k (what the heck this wasn't supposed to be more than 500 words) a/n. ur targeting me bc i love mean men and this is only encouraging me

"say it again," he grunts from behind you, the words rumbling from deep in his throat. his voice is low and gravely, and the harshness of his tone has your stomach churning in a way that you don't want to unpack.

"missed this—" you choke out, body throttling as you brace yourself against the armrest of the sofa, shoving your face into the cushions. "missed it so-o-o much," you whine as jihoon's grip hardens on you. you're sure his knuckles are white, and you're even more sure that you'll have bruises all over in the morning.

"bet you did," he grunts, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust at the end, the skin on your ass burning at the contact. "missed my cock so much you had to hang off of soonyoung like a fucking pet to get my attention, huh?"

"'m sorry," you hiccup as jihoon's powerful snapping of his hips sends you deeper into the cushions. faced pressed into the sofa, your drool and tears staining the cloth. "'m so sorry," you try to repeat when he doesn't relent with his face, seemingly fucking into you harder as you gasp out the words.

there's something that burns behind his eyes when jihoon sees you like this; knowing that you can run your mouth all you want around your friends, being all coy with your deceivingly shy smiles and batting eyelashes, but at the end of the day he's the one who gets to see you like this.

this being the way your body seems to bend to jihoon's very touch (when he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip the first time and you swallowed him right in, swirling your thumb all over the finger), the way the only words you seem to know are a string of curses and his name ("ji-jihoon—ah, fuck ..."), the way you take everything he gives you.

who would've guessed that the person who couldn't seem to dislike jihoon enough was the same person crying under him every night. it enthralls him, how much power over you jihoon has.

(he ignores how every time you whine his name, he get's pushed closer and closer to his relief. he ignores how his heart melts just a little when you pull him down into a ravaging kiss. jihoon ignores the hold you've got over him too.)

"are you? are you sorry? seemed like you were having fun with 'soonie'," jihoon recalls when he slips out of your hot cunt, a series of incoherent whines and complains slipping from your lips at the feeling of being empty.

"jihoon," you drawl out, wiggling your ass back as you dumbly try to chase any sort of friction you can get, but jihoon's not having any of it as he pins you down with his hand. "fuck, i'm sorry ... i really really am," you choke out, as jihoon yanks you down the length of the couch and flips you over so you're laying on your back.

"really?" jihoon asks, and you can finally see his face—the way his eyebrows furrow together and sweat beads down his forehead. the way his lips are flush and mouth slightly open as he pants for air. it's beautiful, and for a second you realize you feel too much, and focus back on the feeling of his fat cock prodding slipping through your folds. "or would you rather be with 'soonie,' right now?"

"no!" you protest immediately, wrapping your legs around his torso as an attempt to ground jihoon in place. "only you, only want you," you pant, lifting your hips to meet his cock halfway as he finally pushed into you. "please jihoonie?" you coo, letting your eyes well up with tears once more, but this time out of pure frustration and desperation.

jihoon's got his arms on either side of your head, sharp gaze boring into yours as you blink rapidly, and something flashes in his expression before he furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hips back.

the feeling of being so full suddenly going to painfully empty is dizzying, and as your vision begins to grow foggy, jihoon scoffs, "you think you can just bat your eyelashes and cry a lil and i'll fuck you?"

when you don't respond, merely lolling your head to the side as you look up at him with pleading eyes and a pouty lip, jihoon slips away from all self control and jams his cock into you. "jihoon!" you mewl, thighs spread up higher against your chest as his weight presses into you, cock so deep in your cunt you think you might feel him in your tummy. "jus' like tha—oh, yea-ah jus' like that ..."

"feels good?" jihoon grunts, but doesn't give you the chance to respond so he can smash his lips into yours, tongues mingling in a hot mess of love and anger and lust all at once. jihoon's left hand runs over your waist as kisses you, cock fucking in and out of you with long and powerful deep thrusts. his paws at your tits occasionally, flicking over the nipples and kneading into the soft flesh while he swallows up your moans with his tongue. it's only when his fingers finally smooth over your stomach when jihoon freezes as he's balls-deep inside of you.

"n-no," you cry out, fruitlessly trying to squirm beneath his weight, but jihoon's still on top of you. "please," you choke out, "please don't stop jihoonie—"

"fuck," jihoon finally groans, cutting you off with a shallow but fulfilling thrust, eyes trained on watching your stomach as he does so. you're about to whine and tell him to fuck you harder, but for a moment you watch his face flush and muscles twitch, and you curiously follow his gaze.

you don't expect find is the imprint of jihoon's cock against your stomach.

"oh," you breath out, watching as jihoon takes your hand gingerly and presses it agains the bump at the base of your tummy. gently, he throws in an experimental thrust, and for a moment the bulge disappears before you feel it reappear. "oh—jihoonie, fuck ... s'deep," you moan as his thrusts begin to regain their original vigor.

you feel something different with the way jihoon fucks you. it's difficult to articulate into words because he's fucking your brains out at this point, but there's a fire behind each thrust that has you moaning at the top of your lungs.

jihoon's fucking into you with harsh and calculated snaps of his hips, watching the way his cock bulges against your tummy, groaning under his breath. "needed me so much, huh? had to make room for me and my cock, didn't you?"

the way you struggle to responds spurs jihoon on. he's drunk on you; he'd hate to admit it but you've grown on him. it'd be a problem, he vaguely thinks, but when you begin to babble about how you "love his cock, love him," jihoon realizes that it's not really a problem at all. fuck. he can unpack his feelings later, but right now, he needs to lose himself to you.

"good baby," he coos finally, bringing down a hand to rub against your clit. "g'na cum soon, right?"

"yeah," you nod your head vigorously, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down for a messy set of kisses. "cum w'me, jihoonie," you mutter against him.

"fuck," and the way jihoon whines the curse has you writhing against the sofa. "fuck yeah, you'll let me cum in you, right baby? g'na let me make you mine, yeah?"

"yea-ah, please," you grunt against him as your body lurches back and forth and the increasing force of his thrusts. "'m so close," you continue as your vision starts to blur and your ears begin to rush.

"shit, me too just—fuckin' perfect pussy every," he groans, and with one final, sharp thrust jihoon's spilling inside of you. the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white in thick, heavy spurts has your own orgasm crushing down on you, spasming around jihoon as he shallowing continues to thrust and ride out your highs.

you chant a mantra of his name as your vision blurs white and you pant for air, him flopping down onto your chest as he stills inside of you. jihoon can think about his feelings later, but for now, he revels in the feeling of you murmuring his name as you doze off under him.

[agroteraa]

Watermelon Sugar

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Summary: Just a slice of hot summer in Saltburn.

Actaeon series spin-off, taking place between Artemis and The Wrath of the Stag.

Warnings: smut, fingering, handjob, finger sucking.

Word Count: 3,2K

Almost two weeks had passed after the karaoke night events. It was a sultry August noon, and you were reading "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" by the pool. You were lying on your stomach on a lounger, dangling your feet in the air and eating triangularly sliced pieces of watermelon. Time seemed to freeze and melt in this heat, and at that moment it felt like that summer would never end. That would be perfect.

Oliver sauntered over to the pool, topless, his T-shirt on his shoulders. There you were.

You were so engrossed in reading that you didn't hear him approach. Besides, he came unnoticed. As always.

Your legs swung back and forth in the air alternately exposing your buttocks, slightly peeking out of your colorful swimsuit.

Oliver swallowed involuntarily. He leaned against the nearest wall, clutching the ends of his blue T-shirt tightly in his hands. He loved every inch of your body, but he was already beginning to realize that your ass was especially driving him crazy. He was a booty man and never missed a chance to put his hand on top, squeeze or kiss it. Or better to do everything at once. And sometimes even give it a little slap. He was thinking more and more often that maybe he should try to go a little bit further with that and see your reaction. At that thought, he shifted against the warm rough bricks of the wall, tugging the ends of his cloth tighter.

God, if only he could have his way with you just right there, by the pool. Sit down next to you, give you a little massage, and then... take you as he wished it and as you wished it too. On a lounger, by the pool, in the water, or better yet, all in turn. And so that all the inhabitants of Saltburn, its guests and servants could hear how much pleasure Oliver was bringing you. But alas, this was not his home. At least for now, he had not yet fully decided on this issue for himself.

His body began aching numbly, and, unable to just stand and think all these thoughts anymore, Oliver finally decided to declare his presence.

"Hey, Y/N, do you mind if I lie down next to you?"

"Oliver... Didn't hear you coming!" you abruptly turned over on the sunbed, with a piece of watermelon in one hand and a book in the other. Watermelon juice began to flow slightly down your hand, you put a piece of watermelon on a plate, quickly licking the remaining juice from your hand and wiping against your leg. Oliver carefully followed all these movements with the silent gaze. You lifted your sunglasses, greeting him with warmth in your eyes. Oliver couldn't help but smile back.

"I think I left my book here yesterday," Quick went to the far little table to get his belonging, and then laid down on the next lounger from you.

"Oh, you’ve started a new one?"

"Yeah," he confirmed absent-mindedly, opening it and searching for the place where he had left off the previous time. It seemed that Oliver was not just reading books, but devouring them for lunch.

"Huh, I'm still reading Harry Potter..." your voice became a little sad and thoughtful. Of course, you also read a lot of things during your studies, but still not all of them from the list, and during the summer break you preferred to distract yourself with something lighter, almost childish even. While Oliver read one big serious book after another, also he had recently read Harry Potter in less than a week to be aware of what you were all constantly talking about, discussing the plot, "How you’re doing that?"

"Well, you take the book, open it... and then you start to look at the lines of letters that add up to meaningful words and sentences," Oliver explained in a serious tone, barely hiding his smile.

You snickered back, "Should’ve known that sooner!"

He chuckled, and you both went deep into reading your stuff. After a couple of minutes, your smile faded again.

"What is it, Y/N?" it seemed that nothing could be hidden from Oliver. You decided to tell him as it was, choosing the words and overcoming some embarrassment, "I just... I don't know. You read so much, and in general, you’ve achieved everything yourself at Oxford, including entering it. Well, of course, me too... Kinda... But still, it seems that you do more and work harder than I do. Even the way you read in your free time. I've been reading Harry Potter for the second month now. Of course, I'm just enjoying it, stretching the pleasure, it's also important, you know... But anyway, I'm not like you, I wish I could be you in certain way..."

Oliver listened to your mumbling until his eyebrows began to rise and warm smile appeared on his face.

"Y/N. You're not like me, and that's why I like you," Oliver said tenderly.

"And you don't even know how much," he added mentally. You could think that he would judge by your close communication over the past couple of weeks, or at least since the beginning of the summer, but he has already studied you very well since your meeting at Oxford. You were kind, you were kind to him, especially when you comforted him the day he told Felix and you about his family and the whole "father situation". Yes, not at all as interested as you were now, but it was only a matter of time, Oliver had been hoping for this from the very beginning. Yes, you were much kinder than him. Basically, this reason alone possibly could have been enough, but he did not deny himself the pleasure of mentally going over the rest of your qualities, which were different from his own.

You were open and generous, you were similar to Felix here, but unlike him, you were more modest and even a bit shy. And, of course, you were smart, although sometimes very naive. But for Oliver, it wasn't a flaw, he adored your naivety and innocence.

That trick with Felix's towels and your little lie about the malfunction of the second bathroom, he totally forgave and recorded it as a childish prank. He decided that it even amused and touched him, the way you childishly decided to take the initiative and allegedly outwit Quick.

He felt like a tiger that a little kitten had tried to hunt. The tiger that laid calmly next to the kitten and smiled lazily, waving his tail, which the little hunter was trying to catch. Oliver smiled lazily at the thought himself and decided that someday he even wouldn't mind if you tried to repeat such an innocent prank. And he would think about what he would do to you after that.

You were never capable of even a small part of what he was willing to do and had done in life to achieve his goals, to the extent that you would never have thought of such a thing. That was also why he had chosen you. You didn't have to be power hungry like him. On the contrary, it would be more than enough for him if you were hungry only for your rather harmless aspirations and, of course, for Oliver himself.

You were quite a complete and content person on your own, and this was very attractive to the many-faced Oliver, who was still struggling to find a place for himself in this life. But he had found his place beside you and planned to stay there for a long time, ideally, forever.

And of course, he adored the power he had over you, the way you looked at him trustingly and fascinated whenever he told you something. The way you looked away shyly when he gazed at you too intensely at breakfasts or dinners. The way you looked at him with your doe eyes, lying under him in bed, as if bewitched. The way he made you feel. Moan. Dig your fingers and nails deeper into his skin. Throw your head back with pleasure. Say his name. And generally, the fact that his name was coming out from your lips. Wheresoever. All the time.

And if only you knew what kind of power you have over him yourself. It seemed that even Oliver himself sometimes did not fully comprehend this, but he definitely felt it on a subconscious, instinctive level. He felt boundless joy, excitement and pride that the object of his adoration finally adored him. If there was a happiness, which Oliver sometimes looked for confirmation of in the philosophical books that he read, then it definitely laid in this for him.

He wanted a lot from you, it was true, but in return he was ready to throw the whole world at your feet and even more.

You were smiling sheepishly, still processing his words. The sunglasses on your face had slipped down slightly, revealing your equally embarrassed, but gentle and expressive gaze to him. He reached out to you, leaning on your lounger with one hand, and gently kissed you on the lips. The book in your hands trembled a little.

"It seems it’s getting too hot in here. I'm going to take a dip," Quick winked at you, got up from his sunbed and walked to the edge of the pool. Spreading his shoulder blades on his broad, muscular back, he stood on tiptoe a little and made a rather graceful leap into the water. To be honest, for a while you forgot about the adventures of young wizards, all your thoughts were now occupied by Oliver and how he swam in the water, making wide strokes with his fit arms. You even thought about joining in, but he came out of the water pretty quickly and flopped down on his lounger with his stomach down, exhaling contentedly.

You looked at him through your glasses. Drops of water trickled down his body that was heating up, repeating the contour of his every lean muscle, his dark slightly curly hair turned into wet, completely black strands. Then he turned over, exposing his face, glistening from the water, to the hot sun. He had just cooled off in the pool, but he looked damn hot. He was like an animated marble statue basking in the August sun on a lounger next to you. You inhaled the warm sticky air sharply but quietly, deciding to focus on reading. Oliver chuckled faintly, without opening his eyes. Surely, he couldn't know how you stared at him through your black sunglasses. Or could he? You weren't sure anymore.

Finally, really deep into reading, you took another piece of watermelon and began to eat it with appetite. The watermelon was juicy, so it started running down your chin and then down the hand that was holding it. You put down the book and reached for a napkin, when suddenly you heard a slightly hoarse "Let me." Looking in surprise to the side, you found that Oliver was shamelessly examining you, lying on his side, and, apparently, for some time. His unblinking gaze and slightly parted lips turned something in your stomach. His chest rose and fell noticeably from his rather heavy breathing.

He gently took your hand by the wrist and then slowly ran his tongue over it, climbing up the palm and licking the watermelon juice from it. A familiar knot started to form in your stomach. Oliver took turns taking your fingers into his mouth. Thumb. His lips were very tender. He pulled your completely clean finger out of his mouth with a smacking sound. Index finger. His lips were soft but at the same time firm. He started looking you straight in the eye.

Middle finger. You felt his soft, hot tongue against your skin. Ring finger. God, he started to lick and suck your fingers lightly at the same time. Pinkie. You were already burning down there, as you shifted your gaze from to the place where your fingers met Oliver's caressing mouth, to his piercing blue eyes, which looked at you from under their black eyelashes, almost without blinking.

He had never done this before, but now you didn't understand how you had lived without that feeling all this time. You wanted to eat a watermelon sloppily every day so that he would do this. Seeing how much you liked it, how you started fidgeting your legs on the sunbed, he once again ran his lips over your middle and index fingers, sucking them both at the same time. You let out a soft moan. Oliver smiled contentedly, closing his eyes and enjoying the process. You opened your lips in a silent exhale, looking at the guy, unable to tear yourself away from this sight. There was already a fire raging in the pit of your stomach and below.

Taking your fingers out of his mouth, he briefly kissed your palm, and then threw one of his hands over your body, leaning on your lounger. It made an surprised squeak at the presence of a guest. His heated by the sun metal chain hung, almost touching your lips. You even had the thought of taking it in your mouth. You gulped.

"Do you know, Y/N, how sweet you are? And right now, literally," Oliver put his face close to your chin and licked off the remnants of watermelon juice. Moving his tongue higher, he licked the contour of your lips. You could barely lie still, but at the same time you seemed frozen by everything that was happening now. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting out a soft groan. The sweetness of the watermelon and your tongues mixed in your mouth, making your head spin. His wet and sticky lips caressed your lips, making some breaths and moans. He almost completely rolled over with his body on your lounger. The hotness of the sun and Oliver's hotness almost drove you to sunstroke. You could feel the firmness of his body and the way his swim trunks were getting tighter by the second. It was almost unbearable.

You broke off the kiss while recovering your breath. Oliver was looking at you, unsure of what to do next. More precisely, he knew exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't afford it right now, so his brain was quickly calculating all possible options.

"Shall we go for a dip together?" you nodded affirmatively at his suggestion. Getting up from the sunbed, he took you by both hands and led you to the edge of the pool.

"Together" means "to the very end," he smirked, and without letting go of your hands, he took a step back, plunging into the pool. You squeaked as you flew after him. In the water, Oliver's strong arms caught you and spun you around a little right under the water. You let out a laugh, releasing a few bubbles instead of "ha-ha."

Then you surfaced, and Quick pinned you between his muscular arms at the edge of the pool. There you both reached the bottom with your feet there, and you were pressed closer to the cool wall of the pool. It was a pleasant contrast between this and Oliver's body, which was even somehow hotter in the water.

"And what I am to do with you? With you, lying in your swimsuit in the sun, enjoying yourself so much and eating watermelon so seductively all the damn day. It's impossible to look at it and just put up with it," Oliver said, kissing you again passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs began to wrap around his pelvis. You felt his boner with your crotch even in the water. He hissed faintly. You involuntarily began to rub and cling to him even more, feeling the literal fire under the water down there.

"Don't tempt me any more," he whispered against your lips, "Or else..."

One of his hands went deeper under the water, his fingers parted the fabric of your bikini to the side. Soon you felt his fingers inside you. The feeling in the water was slightly unusual, but you liked it. Oliver was slowly caressing you, and you tilted your head back a bit, unable to figure out where the wetness of the pool ended and your own begun. Oliver was moaning softly near your ear, and you could barely contain your loud moans. His fingers worked so well inside you that it felt like the entire pool was filled exclusively with your moisture.

You snuggled closer to the guy, and he started kissing your neck, which made your body cover in goosebumps. Then he slipped his other hand into your swimsuit and squeezed one breast. You let out a groan. Oliver added another finger, your legs curled around him, you wanted to moan at the top of your voice, but you were afraid that someone might come up at any moment and see what you two were doing here. The mixture of fear of being caught and wild excitement made brought you to the peak much faster than you expected.

"Is my girl done much faster today?" Oliver asked innocently, stroking your waist, "Admit it, it’s rather turning on. The probability of being caught. You feel it too, don't you? Oh, yes, you do understand me..."

Oliver slightly narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He really liked the fact that you were different, but he was even more pleased with the moments where your morality and your desires sometimes converged at the same one ambiguous point.

He grinned contentedly when you, nodding slightly and biting your lip, a little timidly reached for his swim trunks with your hands. He exhaled sharply when you felt his bump and ran your soft hand up and down his hard cock several times. The movements of your hand in the water felt like in a slow motion. Oliver half-closed his eyes, holding onto the sides of the pool, and hissed, "Yes, my sweet Y/N, that's it, don't stop… Wait."

He recoiled a little from you, you involuntarily turned around, following his frowning gaze. Felix. He was walking to the pool in sunglasses, wearing a yellow shirt and swimming trunks, carrying a towel and some drink in a can. You laughed awkwardly and embarrassedly while Oliver was rather tense and very displeased. But he forced himself to distract himself, for your sake and for Felix too.

"Hi guys! How long have you been... Hey-y, did I interrupt something?" Catton Jr. asked rather jokingly, seeing you laughing in the pool, but he still tensed a little from the proximity of your distance.

"No, we just came in, join us!" Oliver shouted cheerfully, dispelling the guy's suspicions. At least, most of them.

While Felix was undressing and putting his things on his lounger, you looked pointedly at Oliver and sighed quietly, pursing your lips. Quick blinked slowly in response and nodded slightly, assuring you that way that your fun would definitely continue soon, and no one would dare to interrupt you next time.

But still, Oliver thought to himself, he would have to ponder again all the options for how to make sure that you wouldn't be disturbed inside and outside this house, not only for the next time, but preferably never again.

[lovekabaneri]

"Snippets from Earth" chapter Swerve and Blurr out!

Link to chapter

The links are not working properly for some reason, so this is what I did. It came out with like- 4k words when I was finally done...

Inspired by @keferon TF Mecha AU. Here are some links to the pictures on which I based the looks of characters, I don't own any of them:

Blurr and Swerve

Swindle

Blurr's mech

Snippet from chapter is below:

“This is your ID, Mr. Doe.”

“Are you sure you really can’t remember anything, Mr. Doe?”

“John!”

“It’s a pleasure to have you working here, Mr. Doe.”

“Mr. Doe is one of our best employees!”

John Doe, John Doe, John Freaking Doe!!! That’s what everyone was calling him all the time and it was driving Swerve mad! Why couldn’t they just accept that his name was actually Swerve?! It made his optic ridge- eyebrow- twitch every time he was called John.

Swerve HATED that name with passion, but it was either that or being sent to the psych ward. And from what he had learned during his very short stay on Earth, he was glad he was not put in there, especially with how the alien attacks had put a lot of strain on hospitals.

‘What am I going to do now?’ he asked himself ‘I don’t know where this planet is, how I got here or how to contact the others. Would they even believe me? How did I even become a human?’

He was lost and confused, away from his fellow bots on a world that’s hostile against any extraterrestrial species thanks to the damn Quints that were attacking the planet. And while ha had somehow managed to find himself some sort of stable job and steady income without having an official identity, he had never felt more alone. Because as socially awkward as Swerve was by Cybertronian standards, he still wanted to have some connection with another being, a good friend as the humans called it.

………………………

It happened a few years after Swerve joined the mech program when one of his fellow engineers pulled him to the side as soon as he stepped one pede- foot in the hangars.

“Wagh!” – he waved his arms as to not stumble and fall to the hard ground.

“Swerve! Dude! You won’t believe what came here last night!” – Twist was practically bouncing with excitement.

“Uh- wha- what happened last night?”

“Night shift received the documents for a new order!” Twist almost shouted “We’re be building a custom mech! Right here, on BASE! Isn’t that right?!” – he turned to ask a tired-looking engineer that was about to clock out.

“Huh?” Hoist, blinked sleepily “What did you sa-a-aaai?” – he yawned.

“I was asking about the order you guys received last night.” – Twist gestured with one arm while still holding onto Swerve’s shirt.

“Haah~ Yes, we got it around… 3 or 4 in the morning. Damn bureaucrats, taking their time…” he grumbled at the end “We left the documents near station 5. You can look it up there and prepare the station. I am going to go and sleep forever.”

The sleep-deprived engineer then stumbled out of the hangars and closed the door behind himself.

“Oh-kay. So, what? We’ve made custom mechs before. What’s so special about this one?” – Swerve was still puzzled.

“Because! This mech we’re going to be making is for Blurr!” Twist threw both hands up in the air “I can’t wait to start putting it together!”

“Who?” – Swerve had a confused look on his face.

“WHAT?!” Twist gasped “How can you NOT know who Blurr is?! He’s like one of the big racing stars out there and now he’ll become a mech pilot!”

“Sorry…” Swerve rubbed the back of his head awkwardly “I am… not too big on the whole racing thing, so I am not watching any of it.”

And he really wasn’t a big fan of racing. Even back on Cybertron; before the rebellion, war and them leaving the planet, Swerve was also not a fan of racing, despite his alt mode being a relatively fast car. He was always a bit clumsy and tended the bump into things over a certain speed limit, so he naturally was never interested in racing. He even chose to skip the last few Speedia tournaments they held before the rebellion turned into war, instead choosing to watch some movies and Historical documentaries.

“Oh, boy, are you missing on it!” Twist exclaimed “Blurr is like THE BEST out there, he’s also very fit and HOT! He’s like a movie star but in racing! Come on, grab yourself a coffee and I will catch you up on him before the morning briefing starts!”

………………………………..

Swerve had to admit- Twist was right about Blurr being amazing. Even after he finished his work day, Swerve was still looking up videos of Blurr on the internet. Anything from news reports, interviews, advertisements for anything from sport drinks to car tires, even a few music remixes with videos of Blurr racing on the track.

He was awesome! Unbelievable! And they were going to be making a mech for him! Would someone like that really be joining MECH?! Blurr was an amazing racer and just by looking at all the videos of him driving in his cars made Swerve turn red and feel like he’s watching some forbidden tape.

‘Oh, no! He’s hot!’ – Swerve thought, quoting Squidward.

The slick paintjob, the absolute precision with which Blurr took turns as he raced and passed everyone, the purr of the car’s engine-! If Blurr was a Cybertronian, he would have been one of the most popular and one of the most fawned over mechs in history.

‘No doubt he would have been a racer, maybe even won a Speedia trophy or two?’ – Swerve thought, feeling nostalgic over the old times before the war.

Needless to say, Swerve became a fan and bought several posters and some merch when his next paycheck came...

[marswasnothere]

Pretty in Pink : an unfinished draft that’s been left sitting in my docs for way too long

All the lead up to smut without anything happening, very abrupt ending, Bojan in the Pink Tavastia Collar tm, and the start of some good ole fashioned puppy bojan without getting to the good stuff

“Woo, home time!”

“I’m sooo tired du– hey, shuffle up– thanks, okay, cool… auhhhh… yeah, home time.”

“Vou, big yawn. You go sleep?”

“When we’re back at your flat, yeah.”

“Aww.”

“…what?”

“You miss out on surprise, Bojči.”

“…what do you mean?”

“Here. Look.”

“…”

“…”

“Is that one of the coll–”

“Shhh. Mikke front seat.”

“Okay, okay… just. Hhh– what the fuck.”

“You look cute in. I want to see my puppy again.”

“… holy shit.”

“You do not like?”

“No– no, I lov– it’s good, I love it. I’m wide awake now.”

“Phew, okei.”

“…I jus– h-how’d you get it?”

“Stole from Matti. Will return. Don’t stain it.”

“Jeeesus, Jere…”

— — — — —

The moment after Jere waves the car away, shuts the door, and kicks off his shoes, Bojan has him pinned against the wall. His eyes dart between Jere’s soft yet chapped lips and his icy eyes, staring right back with innocence, as if he hasn't basically been teasing Bojan the entire car ride.

When Jere showed him the collar, that little strip of pink dotted with black spikes sitting in his hand, Bojan’s mind raced back a few hours. He knew he was going to join Jere on stage for Cha Cha Cha for both shows, and half joked, half suggested that he wear the dancer’s bright pink costumes. Matti took that suggestion in stride and passed him his outfit to try it on, maybe recording something while they’re at it. Bojan could only slip the collar on and pull it tight around his neck before he decided that was enough, and sat patiently for Matti to pass him the costume from behind his phone instead.

Just a short, fun video. That was all.

Until Jere walked in and called Bojan “my pretty puppy.”

All he could do was sit as Jere tousled his hair and baby-talked to him in Finnish, pretending like it was absolutely not turning him on in the slightest. Bojan decided to test his luck when Jere gave him a command to speak, and he barked.

Now why, in all things holy on this very Earth, did his spine tingle with arousal all the way from his non-existent dog ears to his dick?

He tried to laugh the feeling off, and thankfully Jere joined him. Bojan prayed that his jeans weren’t tented when he passed the costume back to Matti, and hesitated when he reached up to unclip the collar.

“Here, I got.”

Jere’s fingertips brushed his neck. Bojan’s breath hitched. The tightness of the collar around his neck was gone, and for some reason, Bojan missed it.

“There we go, puppy.”

He could blame any pink on his cheeks from drinking. Easy.

What wasn’t easy was trying to stay calm when getting on all fours, letting Jere ride him with his hand so dangerously close to his neck, accidentally revealing his O-face to hundreds of people twice in one night, and then having to sit next to him in a silent car ride, knowing he’s going to get his brains fucked out and be barking like a dog for Jere–

He …huh. Okay then.

“You still sleepy?”

Bojan, back in the moment, lets out a weak chuckle.

“No. Nope. You kept me awake. Hand on my thigh and all that.” He tugs Jere’s puffer jacket off his shoulders. “I always fall asleep in cars, plus it’s, like, one in the morning. It’s crazy how a little bit of your attention makes me stay up.”

Jere smiles as he watches him talk. He slides the jacket off and hangs it up, then returns his hands to cup Bojan’s cheeks. They’re warm, flushed from cold air and close proximity.

“We celebrate now. To Bojan here in Finland,” in between giving a quick kiss to his lips, he whispers, “here with me.”

Bojan lets his eyes drift shut as they sink into a longer kiss. His hands trail up underneath Jere’s shirt, pulling him closer as he parts their lips with his tongue. Jere nudges forwards and their teeth clack together, but all Bojan feels is his adorable smile pressed into his lips that he’s going to feel imprinted on them, long after he returns to Slovenia.

He wants to revel in the warmth of Jere’s mouth, taste the slick wetness of their tongues together for the rest of his life. Bojan keeps his hands on Jere’s hips, gently squeezing his love handles.

“And to successful concert,” Jere adds, though it sounds a little more like “suck-ess-fool” to the Slovene's ears.

“Mmm, yeah.” Keeping his eyes shut, Bojan trails kisses up from Jere's lips to his cheek, then nibbles at his earlobe. In turn, Jere lets out sweet sighs of pleasure, his head resting on Bojan’s shoulder.

“I’m so glad we’re alone now,” he whispers into Jere’s ear.

“I get to see puppy all for myself,” Jere responds, breath hot against his neck

Bojan stills.

There’s that stupid little tingle again. It happened in the car, it happened in Tavastia, it happened in Liverpool when Jere called him his dog in that steak restaurant, and, fuck, it’s happened so many more times when Bojan fantasised about Jere all alone in his bedroom.

“Bojči? You ok–”

“Do you still have the collar?”

Bojan refuses to give him a chance to worry if anything is wrong.

It takes a second for Jere to verify the situation, and he grins, reaching over to his jacket. He dips his hand into the pocket and backs up against the wall, separating their embrace, much to Bojan’s dismay. It’s momentary sadness, as when he pulls the collar out, that little irresistible strip of pink fabric, Bojan swears he might collapse from how weak his knees become.

Jere dangles the collar from pinched fingertips, practically eye-fucking Bojan right where he’s standing.

“You want to wear again?"

“Obviously,” Bojan whispers, conscious of the heat in his cheeks and how embarrassing he must look.

Jere flashes a smile. When his fingertips brush against his neck, Bojan feels like he’s going to explode. There's no delicate way to put it. Jere knows his weakness and Bojan knows he’s going to use it to his advantage. The collar is soft against his skin, wrapping around his neck just like Jere’s hands from the past times they experimented together — explored each other's bodies, as one might say.

The ends of the collar click together, and an overwhelming heat rushes through Bojan’s body. He can’t help but shudder when Jere cradles the back of his head. Something about being locked in, being his puppy, being owned.

Bojan never considered himself to be a kinky guy, but he might have a few things to discuss with Jere in the morning after, including a trip to whatever weird Finnish sex shop they can find.

“How it feel?”

“…weird,” Bojan answers. Jere’s smile drops so he finishes his response. “Good weird. It’s good, just different, and I– I like it. Yeah… I like it. What do you think?”

Bojan puffs his chest out with his question, making Jere giggle behind his hand.

“You make very cute puppy, Bojan,” he says, “but I like you better on floor, where dog belong, yes?”

Jesus fucking Christ, if he doesn’t fuck me right here, right now, this trip was all for nothing.

His face gives away his thoughts. Jere laughs again, his hand moving up to stroke Bojan’s hair. Bojan relaxes at his touch. He glances to the side when Jere gently holds his greying strands in between his soft fingers, wishing he wouldn’t have a constant reminder of his stress poking out from his hairline.

“Am I going fast? Too much for you?” Jere asks.

“No– no, keep going, I like it when you talk and… talk about what you want me to do.”

Jere hums.

Bojan stares at his lips, plush, soft, a little chapped from the cold. He has no doubt Jere’s staring at his own too.

“On floor. Like on stage, you crawl. You crawl for me, like walking dog. You can do, yes?”

It practically rips the oxygen out of Bojan’s lungs with how easy and casually he can say that. Their eyes meet, Bojan staring at him, with parted lips and upturned eyebrows. He nods, awkwardly lowering himself while he holds onto Jere’s arms for balance.

“There you go,” Jere coos as his knees hit the floor.

He doesn’t seem to care about how hard Bojan holds onto his forearms, or how his ankles click, or how he groans at the aches radiating through his post-gig body. Every little thing that Bojan thinks about seems to fly right past his mind. How can Jere not see how embarrassing he looks? How pathetic, and desperate, and awkward, and–

“Good boy, Bojan. Good puppy.”

“Woof.”

Bojan barks.

He feels that goddamned tingle up his spine again.

AAAAAAND THATS ALL I GOT UP TO :DDD

[aivstory]

[INT. OLD SALVATORE ESTATE – NIGHT]

(Stefan and Damon stand in a wide, empty room. The walls pulse faintly, as if alive. Klaus stands before them shirtless, his body glowing faintly under an ancient spell. His grin is maddening.)

KLAUS MIKAELSON

(smirking)

You brothers always did think yourselves untouchable. Invincible. But tonight, you serve a higher purpose.

DAMON SALVATORE

(arrogant)

Oh yeah? You gonna kill us again? Real original, Nik.

STEFAN SALVATORE

(suspicious)

No... this is something else. He’s not just here to fight. He’s hungry.

KLAUS

(chuckling darkly)

Oh Stefan, clever as always. You see, Gemini season demands dual indulgence. And what better feast than two blood brothers… going down together?

(With a flick of his wrist, vines of blood magic wrap around the Salvatore brothers, yanking them to their knees. Klaus steps closer — his pants slowly unzipping, revealing an inhumanly thick, veiny cock pulsing with runes and supernatural heat.)

DAMON

(struggling)

You’ve got to be kidding me—what kind of sick—

KLAUS

(cutting him off)

Don’t fight it. You’ll only make the descent more… exquisite.

(Klaus’s cock begins to stretch and yawn open like a mouth — its insides slick, glowing faintly, pulsating. The slit opens wide enough to fit a head. It twitches in anticipation.)

(He grabs Damon first by the hair and pushes his head slowly inside the cock. It greedily pulls him in, inch by inch, making loud, wet slurps.)

DAMON

(grunting, muffled)

F-fuck—he’s actually—shit—

STEFAN

(screaming)

Damon!!

KLAUS

Don’t worry, dear Stefan. You’re not far behind.

(The cock bulges visibly as Damon’s chest disappears down the shaft. Klaus moans low in his throat, eyes fluttering as he drinks in the sensation. Damon’s legs kick briefly as his body is swallowed whole, now just a thick outline sliding down.)

KLAUS

Your brother tastes of arrogance and bourbon. Let’s see what you add to the blend.

(Without waiting, Klaus lifts Stefan, flipping him upside down and feeding him in feet-first. The cock slurps him up eagerly, the shaft expanding to accommodate two full vampires at once.)

(Stefan’s hands claw at the air as he slides deeper, his chest squeezing into the tight, slick warmth. Inside, he collides with Damon — their bodies pressed together, struggling and grinding against the tight, pulsing walls of Klaus’s shaft.)

INSIDE POV:

(It’s dark, hot, alive. The cock pulses around them like a heartbeat. Fluids coat them, sticky and magical, dissolving their skin slowly. Damon grabs Stefan’s hand — his face melting, his body liquefying into white-hot ecstasy.)

DAMON

(grinning through the pain)

Guess we’re really coming together this time, huh?

STEFAN

(smirking weakly)

You’re an idiot… but yeah… feels kinda good…

(Their forms melt into each other — skin, bone, and ego dissolving into thick, supernatural cum. Their moans become incoherent, euphoric echoes. Their essence spirals down the shaft into Klaus’s now-tightening balls.)

EXT. ROOM:

(Klaus lets out a long, sensual groan, gripping his swollen, sloshing sack. It churns violently, the silhouettes of the brothers briefly visible inside — one last swirl before they reduce to white, creamy jizz.)

KLAUS

(purring)

Perfect. Two egos, one glorious mess. Gemini would be proud.

(With a twitch of his hips, Klaus cums hard — ropes of pearly white splatter across the floor, glowing faintly. The room quiets. He tucks himself back in, satisfied.)

KLAUS

(smirking to himself)

Now that’s what I call brotherly love.

FADE OUT.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Nightmares. A lot of them. Unsure if my sleep got too regular or if it's because of the extra carbs or sulfur. Hormones? Air pressure?

In one I encounter this little 'bear' [I'm slow when I'm asleep okay?], and he's telling me how they're cutting down the forest behind my house, so he can't find a place to live. So I go with him to try to find someplace suitable, because -even in a dream- you don't jump straight to "Well stay in my house little bear I can communicate with for some reason"... Because that's not appropriately cautious...

So I'm walking with this bear [small and has stripes] out in these woods and i find they are legitimately entirely cut down. It's little more that a field with tiny stumps all over it and dead grass. And I'm like "wow they really deforestation huh? Fuck" but before I can have another thought about that I realize this is the woods that I had been trying not to wander into so long as GB was around because he was stalking me at that point and acting high key sus, so I turn around and he's there trying to shoot me with a rusted gun [found it?] and the dream ends with me trying to run away and wondering where the little 'bear' went. I'm telling my body to run to the left and to keep zagging but my dream body won't stop just backing away from him uselessly.

Next one I'm a young woman who isn't me, or who I at least haven't been in a long time, and I'm in a big indoor pool area, and the last of your friends are leaving. And it's just then I am realizing I don't trust being alone with the guy I am with... So I climb out of the pool to follow everyone else, trying to act calm enough it doesn't set anything off, but by the time the guy catches up to me I'm realizing I should have just run, and not tried to act natural enough to let him catch up with me. I screamed a lot int he dream just to see if someone would hear and the noise did come out, but the building was abandoned at that point.

The next one started as a dream I was telling a story to a friend, about our future decedents [I won't actually have any], but then I basically just became a character in the story, and we're kids playing outside a human settlement in the desert. But the settlement is in this big round sand bunker that you have to climb up into at night, because of these desert monsters the dream calls "sketchers". So there's the feel of hot and cold sand we're playing in, the hot parts that the setting sun is touching and the cold parts in the shadows, and our moms call us in. The last thought I have as a little blond girl is trying to help my smaller guys friend get up the first rung of the ladder, and then I'm the last one out, and they're early this time and I can't make my body climb the ladder, and there's this screaming sound over the sand. And then I'm backed up against the entry bunker, and I'm looking up at a small boy, and something isn't quite right, and I can't tell if I'm the child or the monster or what the fuck is going on. It all read very 'old scifi novel'.

And in between there was all the usual, where my sleeping brain doesn't think of things like the pandemic, so when it's populating me and the dream it doesn't think of things like masks, but then I become just slightly aware in the dream and it's turned into YET ANOTHER dream where somehow I am in public but have forgotten to put my mask on, where I am trying not to breathe the air until I can get a filter over my face so I don't die.

In the last one I was in a pharmacy buying some of the stuff I needed and wanted to try and I saw another product [dream only] like a version of tums that had some extra thing in it that can double for another purpose [I was already there for prevacid also for a non stomach acid related purpose], and I was wondering if this was going to prompt a pharmacist to try to talk to me about acid reflux, when I did not have that and did not want to explain myself and wanted to leave as quickly as possible... And my sister and mom were there for some reason, and they were both trying to suggest I get the off brand tums, but those didn't have the special ingredient I wanted to try, but they weren't understanding that the ingredient they were trying to suggest I avoid was literally the reason I was buying these ones. Even some random guy in line tried to tell me I didn't want that version, but wouldn't clarify to me why he was under the impression that he knew what I wanted out of anything, or what reasons I might have to avoid something.

Doing mundane shit and having it turn slightly annoying because of people is standard dreaming for me, but the constant layer of "you are out here unmasked and breathing your fucking death" at every turn is extra annoying. I wouldn't call them nightmares, but I would maybe classify them as stressful dreams.

So I wake up by 3:30 and it actually feels like waking up in the middle of the night, and maybe that's sign enough my schedule has gotten too regular? But everything hurts a lot less.

My wrists and hands are still sore... But like bruised inside feeling sore and not like 'still swelling and tearing' sore, which is different.

I might just go back to bed, because I'm still bloody exhausted, but like... I got up because I got sick of the nightmares of men trying to kill me.

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: Human Salami

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. UNDERGROUND METH LAB - NIGHT

Walter White, commonly known as Heisenberg, and Jesse Pinkman are working in their secret underground meth lab. The room is filled with industrial equipment, beakers, and blue methamphetamine crystals.

WALTER:  (intensely focused)  Jesse, we need to be precise here. The temperature needs to reach exactly 140 degrees Celsius.

JESSE:  (yawning)  Yeah, Mr. White, I know. But you know what we should have? Ejectable seats on helicopters!

Walter stops what he's doing and looks at Jesse, perplexed.

WALTER:  (confused)  Ejectable seats? Why would helicopters need that?

JESSE:  (enthusiastically)  Think about it, Mr. White! In case of a crash or emergency, you could just shoot up into the air like a fighter pilot. Only difference is, you go right into the rotor blades, and bam! Human sliced salami!

Walter's eyes widen with horror, speechless for a moment.

WALTER:  (slightly horrified)  Jesse... that's... gruesome. Human sliced salami?

JESSE:  (grinning)  Yeah, man! It's dark, twisted, yet kinda awesome in a messed up way, right? Dark humour, yo!

Walter's initial horror quickly changes to a peculiar mix of concern and pride.

WALTER:  (sighing)  Jesse, I'm not sure whether I should be horrified or... impressed? You're definitely developing a more macabre side.

JESSE:  (nods, proudly)  Hey, Mr. White, you've taught me a lot. I'm just expanding my horizons, tapping into some dark stuff. Breaking bad and breaking boundaries, baby!

Walter pauses, considering Jesse's words, then smirks.

WALTER:  (mockingly)  So now we're aspiring to be helicopter seat engineers for the most sinister purpose ever? Human sliced salami, huh?

JESSE:  (laughing)  Just imagine the headlines, Mr. White! "Homicidal Heisenberg and his Helicopter Slicing Sidekick"!

Walter can't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

WALTER:  (smirking)  Alright, Jesse, let's get back to work. We have serious business to attend to. But remember, subtlety is key. We have no intention of becoming helicopter seat engineers anytime soon.

JESSE:  (nods towards the carcass pyramid)  Yeah, yeah, I get it. Subtle slicing salami, gotcha.

They both laugh, and with a mutual understanding, they get back to cooking the blue meth.

FADE OUT.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Good morning/afternoon/night

Could you make Sanemi x male reader? With reader is chosen by kagaya to go with Sanemi through missions and reader is calm, logic and aways stop Sanemi from getting in trouble

Yandere Sanemi X Male Reader

You most definitely beat him up after his actions with Tanjiro 

And since you work so well your names typically are never said without the other

Where he’s abrasive and offputting

Your approachable and gentle

“You’re family’s probably dead. Might as well get your grieving over now.”

“W-what?!” 

“I apologize for my partner. What we mean to say is that their fate is uncertain but we will get to the bottom of this.”

“Ohh well thank you so much!”

“Happy to help.”

Your strong as him

And so much sweeter

You’re just really really good at this 

So good you do often get pulled away from Sanemi

Who politely throws the biggest tantrum to Kagaya-sama when you get the assignment

“Master I strongly request that he stay by my side. After our assignment.”

“Sanemi...I realize why you want him to stay with you but you must give him space…he’s requested it.” 

The stakeout for this mission was uncharacteristically silent. Typically he’d be insulting the demon or even the people you placated before lightly interrogating about the demon but he was silent. As were you, already aware of the conversation he no doubt had with Kagaya-sama. 

“So…I’m too much for ya is that it?” 

You let out a sigh as you could already hear the angry grumble in his seemingly calm question. You didn’t respond instead watching as the demon began to make its move, you began to move feeling the angry puffs of Sanemi’s hollering behind you.

“What? You not gonna talk to me now!? Is this too close for you, huh?!”

Practically yelling in your ear as you tried to focus on the demon’s movement, silently debating if they were aware of your presence. You concluded that they were and they were preparing to attack a nearby home to divide your attention. You took a step to descend from the roof of the building only to be stopped by the tense body of Sanemi.

“Sanemi. Move. Those people need help.”

“I’ll move when you tell me, why?!”

You sucked your teeth sidestepping the Wind Hashira. 

“I don’t have time for this!”

He pulled at your bicep wrestling you face first into the ground; knee in your back as you watch the demon ravage the people inside. You struggled against him, failing to remove him you yelled.

“LET ME GO SANEMI!”

“I WON’T! NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME ‘WHYY?!’ WAS IT TOMIOKA? OBANAI?”

You let your cheek rest against the wood of the roof.

“It's really…because of you.”

You growled at his silence as you registered the demon moving to attack you both.

“Its because of you that I’d rather be in solitude than clean up the messes you make with your mean attitude. And your mean face! And your horrible attitude about everyone that talks to me…”

Sanemi let his mouth hang open.

“Yeah, I know about the threatening. I know about the mystery asphyxiations. Kagayama-sama may not be willing to disown the Wind Hashira in fear of what you will become but I will. And at this moment I wish to part from you forever, alright!?”

At your call, Sanemi beheaded the demon without looking. Letting you up from his hold on your back to swipe at the demon’s last attempts to stab at the both of you. Letting the demon’s screams hang in the air you let silence envelope you both once more. That is until Sanemi broke it.

“Ha! Even when you're saving my life, you reject me!”

“What did you expect? I’ve been doing that since selection.”

He let the memory replay as he let the mirror of your past self align with your current self. Grimacing at the thought he debated cutting your Achilles heel. Stopped by the unsheathed blade hanging low as if already aware of his intentions.

“Don’t think about following me. I’ll kill you if you do.”

“Right. Right. And you better come back unharmed or I won’t let this go.”

“Whatever.”

Sanemi whipped around letting his hand clutch at your face, squishing you into silence as he gave his unsettling smile.

“You. Will. Come. Back. Unharmed. Yes?”

You reluctantly nodded being released as you watched your crow's circle overhead. 

‘It really couldn’t have been longer.’

[titularkilljoy]

sometimes and always

//a love story in five acts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: It's hard to resist falling into bed with a cute neighbour, but it turns out it's even harder to resist falling for him. (alternatively- Spencer Reid and the reader struggle to resolve their feelings but make valiant attempts to do so while lying horizontally in each other's beds.)

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strong language, decidedly non-American spelling conventions

Author's Note: SO. This fic was originally part of a fic swap for the wickedly talented @imagining-in-the-margins, but it is now over six months too late. Thankfully, patience apparently springs eternal in her?? besides all the other amazing things?? Unfair, but good for me. So, Pom, this one is for you. Thanks for being the absolute best and putting up with my rants and not judging me for mocking everything and everyone all the time. Love, Perpetually Tardy.

(i)

This is how it happened the first time.

I was frowning at the pitiful stack of mail in my hands, wondering if the conspicuously missing letters and subscriptions would ever be returned to me. Ever since moving to my new apartment, I had been at the mercy of the Postal System and that was never a good situation to be in. I’d resigned myself to having to take an extra trip back to my old building and do some investigating, when the elevator dinged and I stepped in. Just as the doors slid closed, there was the frantic rumble of footsteps and a hand slipping into the narrowing gap.

The doors sprang apart to let in the harried owner of the appendage, who barely spared me a glance before turning to face the front, eyes briefly darting to the buttons. It took me a second to recognise him. It was the guy from the apartment opposite to mine, although so far that seemed to be only a nominal living arrangement; in my two weeks there, I’d seen him exactly once, merely in passing, and we had exchanged a sum total of zero words.

I followed his lead and stopped blatantly staring at him, though I continued studying him covertly through my peripheral vision. He looked—well, his jawline looked like it could cut glass effortlessly and he had the soft chestnut hair of a male model and I knew I was probably going to develop a very embarrassing crush on him at some point— but besides that, he looked browbeaten, his whole posture seeming to buckle under the invisible weight of the world.

There was an awkward moment when he realised we were both heading in the same direction, and I took it upon myself to break the ice.

“Hi,” I greeted, introducing myself, “I just moved in. I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” I gave him my warmest smile.

His swift assessing glance would have escaped my notice if I hadn’t been paying such close attention; his expression was still shuttered off, but he offered an endearing little quirk of his lips and an introduction. “Spencer Reid. I’ve-uh, I’ve been away on a work thing.”

“Oh? What do you do?” I asked, beginning a leisurely walk down the hallway and fishing my keys out of my bag. I immediately regretted the query when, impossibly, his eyes became even more guarded.

“I’m an FBI agent.”

Well, that clipped admission would have given anyone pause. “Oh, wow. That’s really impressive, dude.”

“Thanks.” He hesitated before adding, “I’m part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“So, you’re like a psychologist?”

“I catch serial killers.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable so much as it was brimming with my insecurities. The alcohol in my blood helped with that, though; the next words were out of my mouth before I even registered the thought.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, uh—”

He was going to say no.

“It’s just that you look like you could use some company. And I think it’s absolutely criminal that we haven’t gotten to know each other yet.”

“It’s really late.”

But he was rocking forwards on his toes just the tiniest bit, leading me to believe that some part of him did want to take me up on my offer that night.

“So it is. Come on, Agent Reid. Be a good neighbour.”

“It’s Doctor, actually,” he corrected. “Doctor Reid. I have Ph.Ds. Three of them.”

My eyebrows had risen to my hairline and, sensing the change in the air, he hurried to put me at ease. “But you can just call me Spencer.”

“Huh. You don’t hear that every day.” I chuckled sheepishly. “Well, come on in, Doctor.”

There was a moment when his whole body leaned towards me and his face looked conflicted but slightly enthusiastic, and I was convinced I could turn the night into a very pleasant one for both of us. Then, with a loud clatter, my keys slipped from my hands, startling us. The moment was broken, and I sighed in resignation.

“Let me guess, you’ve decided I’m too drunk and we’re going to go our separate ways.”

At least he had the good grace to look apologetic. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now,” he told me slowly as he bent down to pick up my keys and pressed them securely into my outstretched hand, “It’s late and I’ve had a long day. I’ll...see you around?”

“Sure,” I managed to say with a regretful smile, “I’m holding you to that.”

*~*

That, however, turned out to be easier said than done, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the Herculean feat of unpacking and organising my new place with a mild hangover and a tinge of frustration over lost opportunities looming over me. Once that was dealt with, the bigger challenge turned out to be actually locating the man in question. I knocked on his door a few times, but when the responding silence continued to persist for over a week, I began to think he’d just been a drunken hallucination in the first place. And the longer I went without any follow-up interactions, the more intensely I started overthinking the slightly fuzzy memory of our brief conversation.

Of course I’d managed to make a fool of myself in front of a really cute guy. That was absolutely in character for me. Every time I passed by his door, I convinced myself a little more that I owed him a sincere apology for my poor, inconsiderate conduct.

Beyond the embarrassment, however, work didn’t leave me much time to think about it, and by the time I was trudging to my apartment the next Saturday, the whole encounter had been relegated firmly to the back burner. Naturally, that was when the faint glow of light under his door distracted me from the very passive-aggressive email I was composing. I hesitated.

The deep breaths I sucked in didn’t serve much more purpose than to make me somewhat lightheaded, but I forged on anyway. I knocked on the door, and waited.

There was silence, followed by the sound of reluctantly shuffling feet, and then, finally, I was face to face with Spencer Reid once again.

“Um,” I started, “hi.”

He stared at me wordlessly for a beat, during which I started to wonder if he’d actually forgotten me already.

“So, we met the other day, and I just want to apologise. I didn’t mean to come on to you so strongly, and I get that you weren’t int-”

“Do you want to come inside?”

“..What?”

“Do you want to come inside?” he repeated, enunciating clearly. That didn’t clear up my confusion, though.

“Um. Yes? Sure. I mean, no, shouldn’t we talk about this a bit?”

He let out a tired laugh. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Alright,” I said, biting my lip. I followed him inside, and pushed the door closed behind me; it emitted an innocuous little click as it fell shut.

There was something about the weariness behind his eyes and the careful set of his jaw that made me want to study him and understand what was going through his head, but all I could glean that night was that Spencer didn’t seem amenable to much time spent on documentation.

“So,” I began unsurely, shedding my jacket and scanning the contents of the room, the piles upon piles of books and the distinct lack of much else, “tell me about yourself.”

“Didn’t I already do that?”

“Hmm, that’s not the whole story,” I mumbled, running my fingers over a broken-spined, wrinkled copy of Paradise Lost laid open on a heavy wooden desk. A single smudge of blue ink stood out against the yellowing page, and beside it, the print read: This horror will grow mild, this darkness light. “You’re not just an FBI agent.”

“That’s all that’s important,” he asserted, taking a step towards me. He had one eye on my curiously wandering fingers and, sensing that it was making him more antsy than he needed to be, I tucked my hands into my back pockets, facing him with a grin of false bravado. I really wished I was drunk. That would have made things infinitely easier.

“Besides,” he continued, this time meeting my eyes directly, “I don’t know anything about you either.”

“Fair enough,” I conceded, stepping closer to him.

His eyes didn’t leave mine, until my own strayed to the bobbing curve of his throat and the tantalising motion of his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. Not for the first time that week, I wondered how terrible of an idea it would be to try to kiss my attractive neighbour. I could see my own apprehensions mirrored in his stance, and I saw the exact moment when he identified the focus of my gaze.

I didn’t have to spend much time contemplating. He decided, just as I did, that any consequences of this impulsive decision could be dealt with later.. I lunged for him just as he closed the distance in one long stride, grasping my jaw in both his hands. Then we were firmly attached at the lips, and his arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me closer, seemingly intent on devouring my mouth. Gradually, our actions slowed a bit, the kiss turning softer and more exploratory, our tongues winding around each other gently, my lungs readily accepting his deep, nasal sigh.

His arms around my waist were a steadily spreading band of warmth, and I could feel the growing evidence of his arousal against my thigh. I found myself thinking I could be very happy with just kissing him like this, feeling his breaths tickle my face, letting my hands suffer minute pinpricks from the stubble littering his jaw. But then his grip shifted to my hips and tightened ever so slightly, and it was like I’d been doused with fuel and set alight. My fingers struggled to unbutton his shirt as he pressed distracting kisses along my neck, my soft whimpers breaking the relative silence of the room.

All of a sudden, the ground shifted and my stomach swooped, and it took a second or two before I realised I was now in his arms, being carried towards, presumably, his bedroom. Content, I got to work on undoing the last button and trying to slip the shirt down his arms entirely. He granted me a chuckle for my troubles before laying me down gently on our destination and taking it off himself.

He didn’t waste any time in sinking his knees into the soft mattress on either side of my legs, helping me out of my own clothes and methodically kissing every bit of newly exposed skin, until finally, I was clad only in flimsy cotton and he was nosing at my aching core. With two fingers, he deftly removed the last of my defences and pressed his mouth against me. I moaned, my hands flying to his hair and trying to keep from pulling too hard as he used his tongue to examine every inch of my arousal, evidently experimenting based on the sounds he managed to elicit from me.

“Oh, my God,” I babbled, hips bucking wildly under the iron grip holding them down.

“Tell me,” he demanded, pulling away slightly, “tell me how much you like it.”

“Spencer,” I breathed desperately, “Please. I need- I need more.”

He hummed leisurely against me, frustrating me to no end. My grip in his hair tightened at last, guiding him where I needed him most, and I swear I felt his lips stretch into a smile.

It went on for what felt like hours, but there was no earthly way I could have lasted that long. He took mercy on me eventually, plunging two long fingers deep inside me, closing his lips around the bundle of nerves that, predictably, sent me into a violent, shaking climax. He nursed me patiently through the aftershocks, waiting till my legs had stilled before rising to undo his belt and rid himself of his pants. I was already mourning the loss of his closeness, and I pulled him back on top of me the moment he was within reach.

“Come on, Doctor,” I taunted, “It’s time you made good on your promise and got to the main event.”

“I never promised anything,” he retorted, but the playful glint in his eyes excited me, and while he reached over beside us to the nightstand, I rose to the occasion.

“Oh? Well, if you don’t want to, I guess I’ll just head out, then,” I teased, going so far as to attempt to sit up from underneath him. I felt a low, threatening sound begin in his chest and make its way up his throat as his hands gripped my wrists and brought them down to my sides, pinning me in place.

It was my turn to chuckle at his eagerness, lifting my head to briefly peck him on his lips.

“Don’t worry, Spencer,” I cooed, “I’m not going anywhere. Now fuck me already.”

“With pleasure,” came the response, and while I wondered idly how a smirk could simultaneously be sinister and bashful, there was the sharp sound of crinkling foil, and then he cut off my thoughts by entering me in one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” I cried out, holding him around the shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer.

“That’s it,” he groaned in my ear, “let me hear you.”

He set a torturous rhythm, thrusting into me harshly before pulling out slowly, carefully, making me relish the sensation, anticipation building steadily in the pit of my stomach and spreading until it engulfed me. A ceaseless litany of moans and whimpers filled the air around us, the source of each barely discernible. At last, I could feel myself riding the very precipice, and his name began to fall from my lips like a prayer.

“Spencer,” I called, “Spenc-”

He swallowed the rest of my inconsequential cries, bringing his thumb to where we were joined to guide me over the edge, and as I convulsed around him soundlessly, he reached his own climax, blunt fingernails leaving crescent marks on my hips, his heavy panting breaths stuttering, once, against my clavicle, before calming and slowly evening out.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, my hand combing lightly through his hair, his closed-mouth kisses pressing against my neck like a balm. Eventually, though, we had to move, and it was he who did first. He pulled out and walked away from the bed without looking at me, tossing the tied-up condom in the trash. I sat up, cross-legged, watching him for a bit, pursing my lips when I noticed he was actively avoiding my gaze.

I cleared my throat. “Where’s your bathroom?”

He pointed in a general direction and mumbled something incoherent; sighing in disappointment, I stood up gingerly and went to clean myself up. When I returned, the room still smelled like sex, and Spencer was still evasive, but he was sitting on the edge of the bed now. He looked up when I entered, watching me pick up my clothes.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly.

I glanced over at him. “Yeah, I’m good. You?”

Nodding, he watched me get dressed, then followed me into the living room and watched me drape my jacket over my arm. Then he watched me walk to the door, all the while not saying a word.

The cool steel of the doorknob in my hand, I looked over my shoulder one more time.

“Well, Spencer. You know where to find me, I guess,” I muttered, shaking my head slightly. Then I left his apartment, and despite the enormity of what had transpired during my visit, the click of the door closing sounded exactly the same.

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(ii)

Of course, after that, I resolved it would never happen again. The man next door clearly had some issues with what we had done, and I couldn’t be bothered to solve them. It was, frankly, idiotic to jeopardise the prospect of good neighbours in favour of sex, however great it might have been.

It was embarrassing how quickly my resolution packed its bags and jumped out of my third-storey window.

I was awoken the next morning by three firm raps on my door. I think I knew, somehow, who was trying to get my attention, so I took my time, but the reveal of Spencer’s regretful face didn’t surprise me any less. I was wary as I stared at him wordlessly, cycling through all the possible reasons for his visit, and his eyes dropped to the way my arms tightly hugged my midsection. He winced then, meeting my eyes.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted,” he blurted, and it sounded so rehearsed that I had to stifle a guffaw. There was a flicker of something in his eyes that could have been frustration, but he powered through. “I’ve had a pretty terrible week at work and I think I was trying to get something out of my head. But I was awful to you, and it was completely my fault. I’m sorry if I offended you. I had...a great time.”

I’d been watching him carefully throughout his speech, and if he was faking the earnestness in those last couple of lines, he was an extraordinary actor. I concluded, as I studied the apologetic slump of his shoulders and the dark bags into which his eyes had sunken, that I didn’t need to worry about the veracity of his words.

“It’s okay,” I said hesitantly. “I mean, no, it’s not okay, it felt really awful, but thanks for explaining. I get it now.”

“Oh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side, “that’s great. Thank you.” He shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

“Problem?” I was bemused.

“No!” He was looking back at me, now. “I- well, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be this easy. I thought I’d have to convince you.”

“Huh. Well, you can still convince me, Doctor. Give me a second to get ready. You’re buying me breakfast.”

I quite liked the shy smile that graced his face in response.

*~*

It kept happening. There was no way I could have stopped it, and there was no reason I would have wanted to.

We quickly grew into a familiar rhythm. Each time, it started with one of us having a particularly stressful day. Each time, it started with a knock on the door and some perfunctory shuffling around. Before wasn’t the time for talking. Each time, we’d stumble into whichever surface was closest, and every time it wasn’t the bed, Spencer would make some halfhearted protests about germs and hygiene, before I shut him up very effectively with a manicured hand on his dick. Each time, in the During, I marvelled at how well we fit together, how quickly we’d learned each other’s bodies, and each time, I saw more of him than I had the last.

And I loved every bit of it.

Spencer no longer retreated into his shell in the After. He’d try sometimes, but I knew how to coax him out, now. I’d slip my hand into his, ever so gently, and wait. Or I’d sling one arm around his waist until he returned the embrace. I was getting scarily good at reading him. It was like working on an intricate puzzle, and every new achievement was rewarded with a deeper, longer look into his mind.

I carefully stored away every casual anecdote about someone from work or his godson or his mother, and I loved to watch the life burn bright in his eyes. Of course, they were all happy stories. I could sense the bittersweet aftertaste they left in his mouth, but he never let me inspect it too closely. In turn, I regaled him with tales of my own, of my sister and my parents, of my cat that was perpetually falling asleep on top of me. I told him all the easy, palatable things, holding back just as much as he did, always careful to maintain the wall of superficiality.

But things did slip through the cracks every once in a while, from both of us-- they were bound to, what with the sheer amount of time we spent together in various states of undress. Things that made me burn with curiosity that couldn’t be sated without jeopardising the very foundation of our arrangement. So I turned a blind eye to the jagged scars on his thigh and neck when he failed to maneuver to hide them; in return, he kept mum when I walked into his apartment, on the day of my worst professional disaster, with runny makeup and bloodshot eyes, shivering all over.

If he noticed that I kissed the skin over his scars a little more tenderly, lavishing attention on him the first time I saw them, he didn’t show it. If he liked the way I always nuzzled my face into the one on his neck when we were done, he didn’t show it.

For my part, I tried very hard not to read into the slow, shallow thrusts or the almost reverent way he handled me when my tears still hadn’t dried. I definitely did not read into the arm over my shoulder or the slightly baffled crease in his brow while we sat on his couch with a random episode of The Office.

And if, maybe, the frequency of his visits increased as the months went by, who could blame him? He was an FBI agent. He probably had a lot of bad days.

Sometimes, though, I’d go over when I’d had a good day and I felt like celebrating. Sometimes, I’d knock on his door just because I was bored and I wanted to see him. It wasn’t as if he would know the difference. Our bodies knew how to be around each other, and that was all that mattered.

This was just stress relief, after all.

(“Have you ever been in love?” I asked him once, abruptly, my heart still pounding as the sweat cooled on our skins.

He glanced at me warily, but he must have detected only honest curiosity on my face, not lovesickness or anything else that would have had him running for the hills.

He chewed on his lip for a moment. “Once.”

“What happened?” My finger traced an aimless pattern on his chest.

“She loves me,” he said, “but she isn’t in love with me.”)

We never articulated any feelings we may or may not have about each other or our situation. We dodged sincere conversation like it would kill us. So all the pieces we owned of each other were ones that we had been remiss in guarding diligently. That only made them all the more precious.

But on the heels of every stolen glance, there was a moment where he looked right through me, where I felt blank and insubstantial, like I was a placeholder for something or someone, and that would be enough for the wall to be between us again, rigid and unrelenting.

It was a shame that I was stupid enough to hold on to the scraps that fell through anyway.

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(iii)

I was an immensely stupid person.

That was the only explanation for why I was leaning against the outer wall of our apartment building at three in the morning, desperately shoving my hands into my coat pockets to brace against the cold.

“You don’t have to be here.”

Can he read minds now? I wondered sullenly. Spencer was sitting on the front steps, with his head in his hands. His hair was dishevelled, and his eyes were the picture of torment. I would have loved to console him, but every attempt so far had been firmly rebuffed.

He had knocked on my door an hour ago and silenced my greeting with a bruising kiss. Of course, I knew how to do that dance, but Spencer had been off his rhythm tonight. When I’d reached for his shirt, he’d pushed my arms away. When I had kissed his jaw, he'd flinched. When I’d finally retreated in concern to ask him what was wrong, he had huffed out that he was perfectly fine, before trying to lift my shirt over my head.

I’d pushed him onto the bed and tried to distract him, and he had responded by clenching the sheets in his fists instead of grabbing my hips. I’d whispered his name in his ear the way he usually loved, and he’d climbed out from under me, sitting up on the bed with his chest heaving. At that point, I’d given up. What had followed was an exercise in patience.

(“Spencer, what’s wrong?” I’d asked again, to no avail.

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it,” he’d gritted out, glaring at me.

I’d sighed. “Okay, which is it? Nothing, or that you don’t want to talk about it?”

Silence.

“Well something is clearly bothering you. Am I just supposed to ignore that?”

“We don’t need to talk about anything.” He’d tried to kiss me again. That time, I was the one who pushed him away.

“No, Spencer, this isn’t working. I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

The glare had intensified. “Fine.” He’d gotten up and tried to put his shirt back on, but his hands were shaking.

Cursing my investment in this man, I’d helped him while he stared daggers at me. When he’d hunted down his shoes and made his way out of my apartment, I’d pulled on my coat and followed, petting my cat briefly when he tried to follow us.)

So now we were outside, experiencing the most awkward silence ever known to man. Every time I attempted to put a hand on his shoulder or sit beside him, he would tense up yet again.

“Yes, Spencer,” I replied at length, “I do. You look like you might accidentally walk into traffic. I’m not leaving.”

“It’s not your problem.” The petulance was beginning to get on my nerves. I hadn’t signed up for sleepless weeknights.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” I told him, shrugging.

I pulled out my phone to distract myself with the cute animals in my game. Spencer was still worryingly silent. But if he didn’t want to talk to me and he wouldn’t let me near him, there was little I could do but stand there.

Every now and then, his breathing would hitch, and I would study him out of the corner of my eye. Whether he fully registered my presence or not, I was unsure, but he seemed to be calming down. He looked less on edge, his eyes less wild, and I was about to approach him and try again, when a black car pulled up just ahead of us.

Both our heads jerked to attention, but the petite blonde who exited the car only had eyes for Spencer.

“Spence!” She rushed to him, pulling him into a hug that he slowly reciprocated. “Your phone is off. After what happened, I was so worried,” she murmured into his hair, her eyes shut in relief.

And Spencer-- Spencer’s face was something to behold. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips turned down unhappily, and his face was so naked and open that I almost looked away. Almost. The pain that shone there riveted me. I felt as if I could see every wound he had ever suffered, in that instant. He’d never shown me that before. And he still hadn’t-- this wasn’t for me. The embrace broke, but his face stayed the same while the woman fussed over him.

Something came back to me, a fragment of a memory. She loves me but she isn’t in love with me. Unbidden, a sound of realisation escaped my throat, drawing two pairs of eyes to the dark corner in which I had been so far obscured.

Spencer schooled his face back to some semblance of normalcy, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Uh, JJ, this is--”

“Leaving,” I blurted out, then cleared my throat. “I was just leaving. Work in the morning. Nice to meet you.” I tried to smile at her, but it felt more like a pained grimace.

I brushed past both of them, but hesitated on the top step. “Spencer…”

His gaze was inscrutable, and I was too tired to try to decipher it.

“Feel better,” I mumbled, and then I left them there.

*~*

I was not sulking.

I told myself this as I lounged on the couch in my most comfortable pyjamas, stuffing my face with junk food and watching Michael Scott lament his foot injury.

So what if Spencer was in love with a beautiful blonde while getting him to talk to me was like pulling teeth? It wasn’t like I’d been carrying a torch for him. We were just extremely compatible sexually. And in very close proximity to each other. That put us in the ideal position to hook up whenever we needed it. That was the extent of our relationship. For all I knew, he’d been sleeping with other people this whole time. I hardly had the right to protest it if he had. We hadn’t set up rules. We just fell into bed together as and when we liked.

It was a good, uncomplicated thing.

So I needed to make sense of whatever needless jealousy I was feeling, before I ruined it. I couldn’t sit around being pathetic. I had a life.

There was a knock on the door.

Sighing, I turned off the TV and put the snacks away. Spencer was quiet as I let him in. His eyes roamed the small living room as if he didn’t know his way around my place as well as he did his own. I perched on the arm of the couch and stared at him, hoping my face didn’t betray the rollercoaster of emotions I’d experienced over the last forty-eight hours.

“So,” I started, “you okay?”

He looked a bit startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to address it at all. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Yeah. I’m alright.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I prompted, “It was pretty intense.”

“It-uh, it was a work thing. JJ helped me out.”

Of course she did. “Great,” I said aloud.

We looked at each other for a beat. “She’s the one, isn’t she?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“What?”

“The one you’re in love with?”

There was a telltale spot of red high on his cheeks, even as he sputtered. “That’s not-- I mean, yes, but that was--”

“It’s fine,” I said cheerily. “I was just curious.”

He frowned at me. “She’s my best friend, it’s not--”

“No, I get it.” My stomach was somewhere near my feet. “So, do you wanna fuck?”

Again, he seemed taken aback. “What?”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?” I directed my gaze at his meticulously polished shoes.

“No.” A pause. “I just wanted to say-- would you look at me for a second?”

I forced myself to comply.

“I, uh, I wanted to thank you. For staying with me the other night.” The sincerity in his eyes was a bit too much to bear at the moment.

I hadn’t done anything, and I told him as much.

“You didn’t have to. Just being there was more than enough.”

“Right,” I said hollowly. “So is that it?”

“Yeah.” He seemed very lost. “Um, are you okay?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting kind of strange.”

“That’s because there isn’t usually this much talking,” I snapped.

I longed to smooth out the lines on his face and make him feel at ease again. This was supposed to be the good, uncomplicated thing. He was apparently making an effort. I could return the favour.

“I’m sorry,” I said, letting out a deep breath and rubbing a hand over my face. “Can I get you something to drink? We can talk about it if you want. Or just hang out.” I tried to squash down the hope that bloomed in my chest.

“Oh. Sure, if that’s okay.” He was chewing on his lip again, and it was unfairly appealing.

And so he stayed. I got two mugs of coffee, and when I came back, he was on my couch reading a well-worn paperback, as if he belonged there. I had to agree with the thought. When he heard me enter the room, he looked up with a smile.

When he left three hours later, I couldn’t remember what we’d talked about or the name of the book he’d abandoned within minutes, but I remembered the way he’d leaned close to me while gesturing wildly with his hands, and I remembered that we hadn’t touched beyond accidental brushes of our fingers the entire time.

He still hadn’t revealed the source of his despair, and I knew there was someone he loved. I knew whatever this was, it would be temporary.

But the smile on my face as I closed the door was real.

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(v)

Spencer kept coming over. I was never given the chance to initiate contact because it seemed like he was always at my place. Whenever he was in the city, he would be with me. I started to worry about his apartment gathering cobwebs from the disuse. But I couldn’t honestly complain about this new development.

Sometimes we had sex, and sometimes we didn’t. Sometimes he came in sore and tired, other times he was brimming with excitement with a playful grin. Sometimes he was angry at the world and I was allowed to coax him down from his rage. Those nights were in turn infuriating and thrilling.

(“What happened?”

“Work.”

“That’s really helpful, Spencer, care to elucidate?”

“No.”

“Okay, caveman.”

“Shut up and take off your clothes.”

I’d rolled my eyes and complied.)

I enjoyed every bit of him. I wanted to observe and chart every one of his moods and his little quirks. I loved the small pile of his books that had found their way onto the coffee table. I loved introducing him to pop culture that he approached with the same diligence as he would a textbook of quantum physics. He was an eager student, and I attempted to return the favour whenever he launched into his obscure tirades.

Some nights I would drowsily let him in and he would crawl into bed with me, fully clothed. The following mornings, I would wake up with a silly grin on my face, seeing him utterly relaxed and at peace. We’d have breakfast in my kitchen and slowly come awake together over our steaming mugs of coffee.

It was fun, learning him.

In the dead of night, as I was drifting off to sleep, he would tell me bits and pieces of horrible things he’d had to see. All I could offer him then was a tight, protective embrace and a steady gaze as the words clawed their way out of his reluctant throat. It felt like he was giving me some sort of twisted boon, these revelations of his pain. I collected them just as carefully as I did everything else. If it was a part of him that was freely given, I knew I wanted it.

At intervals, I would have to remind myself that he wasn’t truly emotionally available. It wasn’t hard. I only had to picture JJ’s relieved smile and the raw uncloaked expression on his face that I had never seen again. He mentioned her every now and then, and I’d discovered that his godson was her child. He never seemed upset, talking about her family, but he wasn’t the kind of man who would resent another’s happiness, even if it was at the expense of his own. I knew that now. I still remembered the way he would pull away from me and flinch at my touch, and I knew I was playing a losing game. There was no way out of this where I didn’t get hurt. All I could do was try to control it.

Three months after that night outside our building, I knew I’d fallen for him.

I was in trouble and I needed to do something about it, quickly. So I stopped preemptively cancelling plans with my friends and coworkers. I joined a book club. I called in a guy to loudly fix my bathroom sink the day I knew Spencer would be getting home. I even got a gym membership. I tried to be away from home as much as I could.

Whenever Spencer texted me, I would let him know I was unavailable. His texts got progressively more frustrated. Watching the excitement on his face dim when I turned him away at my door was painful. But it was necessary. I convinced myself that when Spencer and I stopped existing in this vacuum without other people, my feelings would weaken and I would be able to get him out of my head.

It didn’t work, of course, and I spent every day missing him. I tried to distract myself with work and my suddenly-full schedule, but the feelings were still there. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop thinking of him every morning and every night, and every time I passed his door and every time I walked by a bookstore.

So when Neil from work asked me out a week later, I said yes.

I wore a nice dress and heels, and he picked me up. We went to a midscale restaurant and talked about boring first-date things, and I knew within the first fifteen minutes that I didn’t want to see him again. I went through the motions, smiled pleasantly at him, and told him I would take a cab home. When I walked dejectedly up to my apartment, it took me a second to realise what I was looking at. My heart leapt and I dropped my keys.

Spencer was sitting on the floor outside my door, and he looked tireder and older than I’d ever seen him. He had looked up at my approach. I froze.

“Spencer.” I hadn’t seen him in a month.

He looked me up and down, and there was an unhappy tilt to his mouth. I wanted to kiss it away. He reached for the keys and rose to his feet.

“Hi.” He held them out to me, and I wanted to laugh and the eerie reflection of our first meeting.

“Hi,” I echoed.

“Were you on a date?”

There was no point in lying to him. “Yes.”

He looked away, his jaw clenching.

Silently, I unlocked the door and held it open. After a moment’s hesitation, he walked in.

He paced the floor of my living room. I took off my shoes and put my keys on the table, waiting for him to speak. I felt out of sorts and unprepared for what was to come. Even when I heard him come to a halt, I didn’t lift my gaze to meet his.

“Why would you-- I thought we had something.” His tone was heavy with accusation.

I stared back at him in challenge. “Sure. We had something. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking it was more than it was.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Us! You. You send me all these mixed signals, and I know you’re still hung up on someone else but I let myself get in too deep anyway. I had to protect myself.”

“I’m not hung up on someone else,” he shouted, raising his hands in frustration.

“Of course you are!” I matched his volume. “You told me so yourself.”

“When did I do that?” He sounded honestly bewildered.

“A few months ago. You said you were in love with someone but she didn’t love you back. And then I saw you with JJ that day. I know it’s her. It’s okay. You didn’t promise me anything.”

Feeling drained, I wrapped my hands around my middle. The tears were threatening to fall, but I tried to hold them at bay. This would be over soon. It all would.

“JJ--” he barked out a laugh, surprising me.

“What about this situation is funny to you?” I demanded.

“No, listen--”

“You’re hot and you’re cold. You kick me out right after our first time and then you’re sweet the next day. How do you want me to feel about that?”

“I’m sorry about-”

“Trying to talk to you is impossible! I want to help you. But you clearly don’t want to talk to me!”

“That’s not--”

“And then you’re over here all the time, and I get that it’s because you want to distract yourself, but you have to know how it would con--”

“God, would you just shut up and listen to me for once?”

I glared up at him. He was undeterred, a strange glint in his eyes.

“I love you,” he informed me, striking me dumb. “It took me a while to realise it, but it’s true. I love you.”

All I could do was gape at him as he walked closer to me and took my tightly clenched fists in his hands. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was holding back. I’m trying to be better. And I don’t know what you thought you saw between me and JJ,” he said very slowly, stroking his thumbs gently over my palms, “but all that’s there is a lot of trauma and shared experiences. Yes, I thought I loved her once, but that was a long time ago. We’ve never-- she’s not you.”

Traitorously, that tendril of hope began to coil around my heart again as I searched his face, looking for a trace of a lie.

I found none.

I surged forward, crashing my lips to his with no finesse and too much force, but he was ready for me, releasing my hands and cradling my waist instead. I gripped his hair, letting the tears spill at last, an overjoyed laugh bubbling out of my throat and into his mouth. I let my hands roam the hard plane of his body, the delicious ripple of wiry muscle beneath his shirt, the hidden softness that only I could feel.

“I love you,” I told him when we broke apart for air. “I’m glad I can tell you, I love you, I fucking love you.” Spencer grinned down at me, and the look was so fond I had to kiss him again.

The rest was a blur of hastily discarded clothes and the steadfastly ignored pain of knocking into furniture before we finally found my bed and tumbled into it.

(“All this time, I could have had you,” I groaned into his ear while he thrust his fingers into me, mouthing along my jaw.

“You have me,” he promised into my skin an eternity later, when he was inside me and my nails were scrambling for purchase along his back, my vision going white.)

That night, there were no painful confessions or taunting insecurities. There were just the two of us, blissfully entwined together, and the deepest of dreamless sleeps. Somewhere in the middle of falling out and falling back together, we had found our new rhythm.

.fin.

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

no matter what it takes

summary: y/n is kidnapped, and for once reid can’t think of a solution

inspired by this request: Hiiiii! I absolutely love your writing it’s so amazing! I was wondering could there be a storyline where your all working a case (the reader is dating Spencer) and have a lead and you go to the suspect’s house and while there you get kidnapped when back at the BAU the team is trying to work out how to get you back and they get a ransom vid of you getting beaten (dark I know) so they all have to work faster and they find you but while you're taken can we see it from like Spencer’s POV and his thought process on your being gone. Anyways they find you and you’re like drugged majorly injured you wake up in hospital Spencer’s there and it’s fluffy at the end.I know that’s rough but I really love your writing and hope this is ok x

word count: 2,331                                                                                               reading time aprox: 8 mins

a/n: to whoever requested it, i kinda didn’t follow your format or ending. i’m really sorry to disappoint you, but i was writing the plot one way, then suddenly it took a turn. i hope you still enjoy it!

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Spencer’s POV

My eyes scanned the words in front of me, Charles Dickens displayed in between my hands. I hoped my thoughts would wander more as I explored the novel, taking my mind off of the case I worked previously.

Out of the blue, two soft hands appeared on my knotted hair, massaging the scalp tenderly. “Are you settling okay, my love? How was the case?”

I exhaled deeply, setting the book down beside me as I guided my best girl to my lap. I cushioned her to my side, nuzzling my nose into her shoulder.

“That bad, huh?” Y/N sympathized, trailing her fingers at the cut of my chin. I nodded into her, taking in her calming scent. She smelled of fresh daisies in the summer and the first layer of snow in the winter.

I lifted my head from hers, bringing my arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to me. I sighed in relief as a wave of calm brushed over me. “We were too late...we couldn’t get to one of the last hostages before the unsub.” I shook my head, taking her hand in mine. I examined the daintiness of her fingers, chuckling softly as I placed kisses upon each of them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she whispered, nuzzling into me as we enjoyed each other’s presence. “Did you catch the unsub?”

“No...he got away last minute,” I sighed, running my hand over my face. “This unsub likes to make things personal. He only killed the last victim to mess with us.”

Silence infiltrated the conversation before it dived into the dark details of the case. The combined sounds of our breathing created a tranquil environment, lulling us to sleep with every second passed.

“I promise you Y/N...”

-

The shade of grey that covered the walls of the BAU prevented agents’ minds from meandering from their tasks. This proved quite effective in intended circumstances, although the caveat was the consequence of a disconcerted mind.

The film cast over my eyes exacerbated the existing burn from staring into space for too long. Although the sensation was unmatched for the void that consumed me from the inside. My limp fingers twitched beside me in a rhythmic pace, reminding me that this was real. My feet felt heavy against the granite tiles of the office, barely able to hold up the rest of my stature. I felt my muscles sag underneath my weight as the feeling of emptiness flooded from my torso to the knuckles of my hands.

“You be careful, Y/N!” I teased, watching as my lover’s silhouette disappeared into the elevator.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

I shook my head, amused at the incessant Marvel-themed references that had been thrown my way since our last movie night. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

I hissed as I felt my nails dig into my palms. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been clenching my fists until I looked down to see blood trailing around my nail bed. Shaking my head, I cleaned off the evidence against my slacks, watching it seep through the material.

“Guys?”

My head shot up to find Penelope typing away at her computer. Her brows were crossed with worry and her eyes would flicker frantically between her four monitors. The rest of the team seemed to follow me to her station, gazing with anticipation at what she discovered.

“What do you have Garcia?”

“I-um. I’m picking up a satellite feed somewhere in Danbury, Connecticut,” she spilled out, her fingers shaking over her keys. “Ther-there’s a livestream that just went active two minutes ago, an-and it’s...there’s-oh my god.” Penelope pushed herself away from her screens, tearing her eyes away as her face grew hot.

“Reid. Out.” Hotch demanded, not taking his eyes off the feed in front of him. JJ moved beside him, further blocking my view of the monitor. Her face contorted in shock and disgust, similar to the expression Garcia beheld moments ago.

“What...why?” I questioned, taking steps forward to investigate, but was ultimately stopped by Morgan. A coil wrapped around my insides, getting tighter with every breath that I took. The sides of my forehead began to warm up with a disorienting blaze, traveling down my eyelids. The fire followed down to the pit of my stomach, sending an uneasy chill down my spine.

“Kid…” he whispered, shaking his head in caution.

“What…” I breathed, feeling my cheeks swell up. Morgan couldn’t meet my eyes--none of them could. “God, it’s my girlfriend. I deserve to know where the hell she is,” I huffed, pushing past Morgan. Although the words were launched back into my esophagus, turning into bile that burned away at my pride.

A high-pitched ringing echoed and bounced around my head. My ears thumped with a resonating drum, overwhelming my senses. Every sharp intake of air felt like ice shooting up my nostrils, and every exhale felt like fire to my lungs.

Y/N was hunched over in a chair with braces around her wrists and ankles. Her beautiful hair was matted with dirt and blood, sticking to the sides of her face. Her skin was painted with a mixture of sweat and grime, hiding the usual radiant glow of her skin. Fortunately, the blurry pixels of the video saved me from witnessing the large gashes that ran along her flesh.

A man stood next to her with a Cheshire grin, his pervasive eyes scanning every inch of his work before breaking the fourth wall. He stared at the camera with a joyful gleam, tilting his head as he inspected the lenses.

“Spencer.” I imagined her call out. A phantom chant met my ears, remembering the softness in her voice and the soothing gravity she carried within her words.

“Spencer, stop it!” Y/N giggled, burying herself deeper into our duvet.

“Why baby?” I murmured into the crease of her neck. “We should just stay like this all day. Maybe if we stay long enough we can morph into a chrysalis.”

“Spencer,” she giggled. “Spence…”

“Spence?” JJ empathized, searching my eyes. She placed a hand on the outside of my arm, lingering there for a comforting moment. Although when she realized her attempts were futile, she retracted her arm with a tight frown on her lips. “I know that-”

“The feed is displaying audio now,” Garcia announced with a wavering tone. I slid past JJ, standing my ground next to Hotch as we listened to the livestream. Whimpers echoed throughout the concrete compound she was trapped in. Her body flinched as the man inched closer to her with an object out of view from the camera. The fear in her eyes left a sharp pang in my chest as a burning resentment ignited my bloodstream.

“Stop…” she whispered, pulling away from the man. “Stop...please,” she sobbed. Her face was contorted in anticipation, glancing down at the item creeping towards her. It was only then a glint of a metal object bounced off of the camera, a foreign substance leaking from its tip.

“Stop! Please!” Y/N’s voice amplified in volume as the inevitable came. “NO!” she screamed, thrashing in her seat as the needle penetrated the soft layer of her skin. “SPENCER! HELP!” she cried out, desperation seeping through her weeps.

A suffocating poison ran its course throughout my body, entrapping me in the limited reality of my abilities. I felt my inner conscious thrash against the walls of my mind, begging for an answer, a solution. I tore my eyes away from the screen, my hand unconsciously clawing at the base of my neck. Staggered breaths blocked my airway, and the room shrank under my feet.

I needed to get out.

I let my feet sweep me away from the office, as far as it takes. My back hit the cold wall of the eerie hallway, feeling the chill penetrate through my blazer. I closed my eyes as I banged on my forehead, hoping that the gears would start working, but nothing seemed to bring me assurance.

Nothing could assure that she’ll be okay. I failed her. I failed to assure her that I was going to keep her safe. I failed at keeping her safe. I failed her.

My heart was pulled against my spine, attached tethers tearing it apart in opposite directions. Contractions of adrenaline seeped into my nervous system as her anguished screams left the room silent behind me. It was like gravity had ceased to exist, leaving me floating in a mind-numbing state of desolation.

I failed her.  

“I’m always going to love you,” I reassured, tucking in a hair behind her ear as she swung her legs back and forth atop of the counter.

“Really Spence?” she giggled, bringing the spoonful of 3:00 am ice cream out of her mouth, dangling the utensil from the bottom of her plump lips.  “Prove it?”

“Darling, isn’t there a tub of ice cream--that I bought--in your hands?” I teased, tapping at my watch. “And last time I checked it’s the middle of the night.”

“Whatever,” she giggled, nudging at my shoulder. My hands traveled to the sides of her hips, pulling myself closer as I inspected the beautiful glow of the moonlight reflecting off of her visage. “I thought you were going to say something cute.”

“That wasn’t cute?”

“Not even close, Spencer Reid,” she mumbled, tapping on the end of my nose before taking my face into the softness in her hands. She playfully scoffed as we inspected each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours. My arms found their way around her waist, melting into her, as I lessened the gap between us.

“What is it?” I whispered, my eyes flickering from her eyes to the pigment on her lips. Closing in proximity, I nudged her into me. But before our lips could meet, a chuckle filled the air and a hand was placed above my chest.

“I...am out of ice cream.” With that, she scurried away to the fridge with a bounce in her step. I shook my head in amusement, whispering to myself.

“That girl’s damn lucky that I love her.”

Frenzied feet inside the office took me out of my daze, but it was the sound of soft steps approaching me that made my shoulders stiffen in anticipation. I collected my composure the best as I can, maintaining a brave face for whoever would walk into the doorframe.

I didn’t even bother to look up to see who it was. The figure’s footsteps halted beside the door frame, leather shoes in my peripheral. Without a moment of quiet, the figure stooped down with its back pressed lightly against the wall. Although despite the thick tension, the figure remained silent.

“You know I don’t always need company…” I murmured defensively.

“I know kid...I know,” Morgan huffed, bringing his hands to his head. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have any.” He knocked his knee into mine, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She’s going to be okay Spencer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that she’s strong,” Morgan countered. “You just gotta believe in tha-”

“Don’t- Don’t give me hope like I’m one of the victims we interview. I’m- I’m not a victim.” I nudged his large hand off of me, feeling confined in the big desolate hallway.

“I wasn’t saying you were-”

“But you implied it!” I combed through my hair, my lungs still sore from staggered breaths. “I’m...I’m sorry,” I sighed.

“I said I’m sorry!” I yelled, feeling my throat dry up from the venom dripping from my words.

“This is the third time, Spence. The THIRD time you came home late,” Y/N seethed.

“Who are you? My mother?”

“All I want is to know that you’re safe, Spencer! God! I wait here all day for you, knowing that you’re out there on the field, and something could happen. How does that make me feel?”

“This is ridiculous,” I shook my head, dismissing her ignorance. I headed towards my jacket that I strung up on the coat hanger a few minutes ago, not bothering to take my keys with me.

“Where...where are you going?” Y/N whispered.

I made the mistake of looking back and seeing the hurt present on her face. The apples of her cheeks were stained with tears, and her eyes were glistening with fresh ones. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, still looking plump and soft even in her distressed state.

“To work,” I monotonously replied, turning away from her. I shuffled out of the apartment with anger dominating every part of me, blinding me to the point where I guess I forgot to lock the door.

“I did this.”

Morgan’s head shot up at the utterance of my words. “What do you mean, kid?”

“I left her by herself...alone,” I scoffed. “We were fighting, and I just left her there. God, I didn’t even lock the door.” I rammed the back of my head against the plaster wall, squeezing my eyes tightly. “How can I be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Hey, stop that!” Morgan intervened, pulling my shoulders off of the wall. “You didn’t know that this was going to happen…”

“Yes, but I should’ve known, Morgan! Don’t you get it!”

“Spenc-”

“I had one job…” I sighed, the inner walls of my chest collapsing into themselves. “God I...I should’ve known.”

My head fell back into the curves of my palms, my tears shamelessly peeking out of the corners of my eyes. My chest heaved reluctantly, as my heart lurched forward. Heat crawled up my cheeks, combining with the coldness of the tears running down my face.

Morgan’s supporting hand felt like a phantom’s upon the skin of my back, knowing that nothing compared to the innocent touch of my Y/N.

-

“What is it, Spence?”

“I promise you that....that I’m always going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes.”

-

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S.VI-Ep.24: Farewell, Old Friend

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INT. INVADED LABORATORY – Fallen Sigma’s Lair – NIGHT

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White light trickles from Ultimate X’s newly enhanced aura while swells of black energy surround Absolute Zero.  They both stare each other down for a moment, unsure of what to do now.

X: So… this is what we were always meant to become…

Floating above X, he flaps his wings and looks down at him.

ZERO: Looks like it…

They both cautiously glare at each other, waiting to see who makes the next move.

X: The only question that remains is… do we do this now.. or later…?

Zero narrows his eyes at X.

ZERO: I don’t know, X.. I suppose that’s really up to you…

X grits his teeth and does not yield.

X: I won’t back down from Evil, Zero.  Not even to YOU.  

Zero lowers himself to the ground and simply smirks.

ZERO: Hmph..

X: …You tried to teach me time and time again.  As much as it pains me to say it… I guess this battle is Inevitable!

[INSERT TITLE CARD – Farewell, Old Friend]

Zero walks up to X, who guards himself.  Then, he raises a hand, making him flinch.

ZERO: …Don’t be silly…

Reverting into his Red Base Form, he simply smiles and shakes X’s hand.

Confused, X does the same, returning to his Blue Base Form.

ZERO: I’m turning myself in.

X: Huh????

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INT. MHHQ BUNKER – Control Area – NIGHT

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Alia, Signas, Douglas and the Elite Guard all watch the screen intently as a wave of relief collectively washes over everyone.

ALIA: Oh, thank God!

ZERO: (filtered) I already told you.  Once this is all over, I want to do a full analysis of my system.  Even if you have to lock me up.

X: (filtered, bewildered) What???

ZERO: (filtered, settled) We can talk about this later.  Let’s head back.

X: (filtered) Wait. No..! We gotta talk about this.

ZERO: (filtered) Fine. But not here…. I’ll see you outside.

X nods, feeling a wave of relief, followed by a wave of unease. Then, Zero teleports away.

DOUGLAS: (reacting) Whoa..!!

SIGNAS: Looks like they have to Post-Wrap.  Cut the feed to the Lounge, Alia.  Let’s give them their privacy.

ALIA: Roger!

HARPUIA: Sir, are you sure about that??

SIGNAS: Yeah.  I know Zero well enough at this point. He’s not trying to pull anything. Go ahead and join the others.  This mission is over.

HARPUIA: Alriiiight…

Harpuia, Fefnir, Leviathan and Phantom all walk away as Alia runs over to her console.

When they all leave the room, Signas gives Alia and Douglas a sincere stare.

SIGNAS: Alia, set the coordinates for Zero’s location. We’re going on a little Field Trip.

Alia and Douglas gasp.

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EXT. ANTARCTICA – Fallen Laboratory Remains – DAY

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The dawn begins to arrive as Zero teleports outside and waits for a moment. He admires the slowness of the sunrise and takes in the fresh air as the sky is slowly painted orange.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Uhh, Zero??  Are you okay…???

ZERO: Heh…. I am.  Don’t worry, Alia…

X teleports in with the torso of Gate in his arms. He kneels down, cradling their fallen foe.

ZERO: (finishing) It's over.

X: Yeah.

He looks over at X, slightly confused.

ZERO: ...What will you do with Gate? He's damaged beyond repair.

X: I know. But he was Alia's colleague... I couldn’t leave him. I know what it’s like to lose a fellow...

Zero gives him a tender look as his eyes lighten up. Eventually, he lets out a short laugh.

ZERO: ... I'm sorry for that. /Oh, here they come!

At the dash, Zero is /surprised at the sight of Signas, Alia, and Douglas who teleport in.  They arrive to join X and Zero in their victory.

ALIA: Are you two okay?? Oh... it’s Gate…

ZERO: X brought him back. As an act of mercy…

He looks at the damage done to Gate and the Laboratory as a whole.

DOUGLAS: This is awful! Whoa! What should we do?

X: It's up to Alia. What do you think?  Is this too much?

She gives him a heartwarming smile as she finally allows herself to process Gate’s death.

ALIA: No. Thank you, X. I'll do my best.

X: I'm… not sure he’ll recover...

ALIA: ... Why do you want to bring Gate back?

X: Well, he was your colleague, right? I know it’s an old story, but I figured we could give him a second chance.

ZERO: (protesting) You know that’s a bad idea, right?

X: I don't want to lose any more Reploids.  His infection wasn’t his fault…

Zero looks away with guilt and annoyance.

ALIA: I see. That’s really sweet... Gate might not recover but... I believe he can sense your intentions. I'd like to thank you for him.  The real him would thrive in your Community.

X: (nodding) I know!

ZERO: It’s too risky…. You know that, X.

He glares and frowns at X.

X: Why…?  We got rid of Isoc, right?  Maybe he was tempting him.

ZERO: (continuing) You don’t know that! Besides, Reploid Revival is illegal and immoral.  Have you forgetten??? How do you think we got here in the first place?  None of Gate’s Reploids should’ve come back in the first place.  If you actually go through with this, then you’re no better than him.

Stunned, X looks at Zero, then narrows his eyes.

X: …If there’s any shred of life in him, then it’s worth testing for repairs. I’d do the same for you!!  And how dare you insinuate anything else? I wouldn’t dream of trying it any other way!

ZERO: Good…. But so long as he’s got my DNA, he’s nothing but trouble.

ALIA: Hmph.  And what’s that say about you, Zero?  You’re not inspiring much confidence, right now.

ZERO: (firm, accepting) Like I said… Nothing but trouble…

They all give him an odd look until Douglas starts to let out a small smile.

DOUGLAS: Okay, grumpy…

He cracks a joke, which causes them all to break out into a short bout of laughter.

Once the tension has been broken, their Commander clears the air and refocuses the Team.

SIGNAS: You’re all forgetting the Big Picture.  Our mission is not yet complete. We must rebuild the Earth together!

DOUGLAS: Yes!! I'll fix anything! Now I can finally show off my mechanical skills!

ZERO: (smiling) Heheh. Alright, Douglas.  It’s your time to shine.

ALIA: I'll try to develop a program resistant to corruption and all viruses.  I’ll keep at it until I finally get it right... Gate and I both longed for this, years ago.

X: Yes.  This is great!  And I’ll gather the remaining Reploid Factions together, so we may begin Renegotiations with the Humans.  Let's all join forces and go forward!

GROUP: YEAH!

SIGNAS: We'll work to build a real Utopia! The world we’ve always dreamed of, where the Human Race and Reploids can freely coexist!

X nods with a huge smile on his face.

X: (teary-eyed, whispering) Yeah..!

ALIA: Come on, folks.  Let’s head home.

With that, they all teleport away together as a trail of blue, red, pink, green and navy traipse through the sky.

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EXT. MHHQ – Repaired Entrance - DAY

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All 5 teleport beams trail down from the fresh morning sky, outside of the base.  When they form, Alia walks over to X and grabs Gate’s torso with a solemn look.  They share a melancholy kiss before she and Douglas walk inside. Signas stays back and gives them both a somber look.

SIGNAS: I’m going to give you both a moment, because once you get inside, there’s going to be a whole other tone to manage.

ZERO: So, you saw…?

SIGNAS: The whole thing.  We all did…

ZERO: I see.  It’s settled, then.  I’m turning myself in.

SIGNAS: I know, son…. I know…

He puts his hand on Zero’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze.  

Zero abruptly goes in for a hug.

Completely surprised, Signas takes it in as he holds his rebellious soldier in his arms.

Zero buries his head in Signas’ lapelled chest and breathes deep with regret.

SIGNAS: (whispering) It’s not your fault.  I’m very proud of how far you’ve come..  On behalf of Dr. Cain and all the Maverick Hunters…. Thank you for looking after X and taking care of us for all these years.

Zero quietly nods and holds his Commander tight.  When they let go, Zero looks at him and allows a smirk to creep up.

ZERO: Ya know, out of all of them, you were my favorite, Boss.  I respected you, the most!

Signas salutes Zero and he returns the gesture.

When Signas leaves them and enters the base, Zero turns around to look at X.

ZERO: So… After everything we’ve been through, who knew it would all come down to this…?

X: Something tells me you did, for a while…

ZERO: Not this time, actually.. believe it or not..  Heh….

X: Hmph..

X fakes a smirk.

ZERO: …Isoc did something to me in there and I don’t trust it one bit.  

X: (concerned) Okay…

ZERO: Like I said before, you guys need to do a whole work-up of my DNA. We need to get to the bottom of this damn Curse of mine.  It’s what brought on the Maverick Virus, Sigma’s infection and of course, the Nightmare!!!

X: We’ve been through this already, though.  None of that is completely your fault…

ZERO: Doesn’t mean I can go scott free either.  You’ve gotta put me away and test me.  Get to the bottom of it, even if you have to take me apart, piece by piece, right down to the scraps!  You got that!??

X winces and turns his head, hurt.

X: Nooo…

ZERO: You have to!  It’s the only way.

X: No!!

ZERO: Yes, X.  You know it’s true…. …Earlier today you asked me why Sigma keeps coming back.  I’ll tell you why.  I’m ashamed it took this long to figure it out, but it’s because of me.

X: Hm?

ZERO: He’s attracted to my inner-virus.  He keeps coming after it.  And just being around it gives him the motivation to grow and come back, again and again.  No matter how much we defeat him.

X: So, this time when you said his Virus Levels were low, and you could feel that…. Was that just a lie?

ZERO: I wasn’t lying.  If it doesn’t throw you off that I can feel him directly, what should bother you is the fact that if I stick around – you can rest assured, he will come back.  It may take months or even years at this point, but once we least expect it, he’ll return again…

X looks at him, completely disturbed.  Then he looks at the ground, defeated.

ZERO: That’s why you gotta get rid of me.  And if you won’t kill me, then this is the only way.

X: We can Fix this!

ZERO: You can try…. But I think you’ll just be wasting your time.

X: No way!!  After everything you’ve done for us, there’s no way I’m letting you go.

ZERO: I’m telling you.  Get rid of my DNA!  Otherwise, Sigma’s as good as back.  You might as well say goodbye to that Utopia!  We didn’t even get to rebuild yet and you’re already jeopardizing your whole dream.

X: What good is my Dream, if I can’t live in it with you…?

Zero looks at him with a touched smile and completely heart-warmed eyes.  Then he goes in for a hug.

ZERO: X, you've become so much stronger… Now I know you'll be fine on your own.

They break from their hug, while Zero keeps his hands placed on X’s shoulders.

ZERO: Do you remember the days of the Rebellion…?  And that scared little boy I mentored, years back?

X: (uneasy, embarrassed) Hahaha.. yeeeah.

ZERO: And then all of that garbage that the X-Hunters put you through?

X: Yeah, what about it?

ZERO: I don’t even recognize that kid anymore.  By the time I came back for your Cyber-Mission, I was already side-lined.

X:

What!?  That’s not true..  I needed you, Zero.  Every step of the way, I only pushed harder and got stronger, because I was with you.

Zero shakes his head.

ZERO: No, man.  It was all you.  It was always that way.  During Doppler’s Reign, you were the one who was headstrong enough to conquer your own demons.  Not me…  During the Repliforce War you were the one who saw through that stupid coup while I got caught up in the battle.

X: Heeey, what’s all this about?  Are you trying to tell me we’ll be better off without you?  I forgive you!  The rest will too!!  Once we get through these tests, it’ll all work itself out. You’ll see…

ZERO: This isn’t about forgiveness, X…  It’s about me and what I’m truly capable of…

X: Huh?

ZERO: …That Demon form of mine.  It’s called Absolute Zero.  Isoc implanted it in me before I managed to squash his Erasure.  …It was meant to take you out…

X: But you fought against that, right?  You broke the programming??

ZERO: Barely…. I think he’s in my head now, to be honest.  I really don’t know.

X: (scared) Huh??

ZERO: Exactly! That’s scary, Man!! I don’t know if it’s my Mind or if it’s my Body, X, but all I know is that I Don’t Trust Myself…!  That’s why we have to go through with this procedure. …Do you understand…?

X: I do, but-

ZERO: But, Nothing! …I almost destroyed this planet…  Twice.

X shakes his head with wide eyes.

X: That wasn’t you!!  The Earth Crisis was a result of Sigma’s wicked plan, and if it weren’t for you…

ZERO: You’d be better off…

X: What!?  Why are you saying that???

ZERO: Because regardless of what you think of me, my systems accepted the Virus for a reason…  I was programmed to…  I was enhanced and overpowered…  and…  once I was Destroyed, Gate capitalized on it.  Somehow, he converted my Virus Energy into the Nightmare.  Which means that all of this happened… because of me.

X takes a deep breath.

X: That’s… a very indirect case… you’re making. You can’t put all of the blame on yourself.  Gate was a Mad Man.

ZERO: And yet, You want to bring him back..!

X gives him a stumped, apologetic look.

ZERO: He went mad, because of me!  Don’t you see that?  It all stems back to me…

X: Then, we get rid of your DNA from his system.

ZERO: And mine too!  Don’t forget… I’m responsible for what Sigma became.  And like an addict, he keeps coming back for more.

X’s head hurts as suddenly the memories rush in.

-FLASH-

——————————————————————- INT. SIGMA FORTRESS - Sigma’s Lair – NIGHT ——————————————————————-

Sigma’s giant wolf head smashes into his throne, breaking it into pieces as the head lies horizontally and helplessly on the ground. The room explodes around the two and Sigma’s cracked face stares at X.

SIGMA: Why… Why did you destroy my dream?! Our time… The Age of Reploids… it’s coming… Y-you waaaait… Agh!!

The wolf head begins to explode.

X: Your dream is a nightmare, Sigma.

-Flash-

———————————————————————————————— INT. X-HUNTER BASE - Mother Computer Core Room - NIGHT ————————————————————————————————

Sigma’s wire-framed, computer-virus head shakes and shrinks inside the Mother Computer as the entire mainframe begins to explode.

SIGMA: X, I’ve lost to you again… but any degree of new power that you achieve can be matched… Each defeat only makes me stronger and will ultimately serve to bring you closer to your doom! If you think any of your victories have ever been worth anything – they’re not!

Zero narrows his eyes and smirks.

ZERO: Shut up and die already.

More explosions come out of the Mother Computer.

SIGMA: (struggling) Why, Zero…? You were… last… of.. The Docttttor’s… creationzz… Guaaaaaah!!

-Flash-

———————————————————————- INT. DOPPLER LABS – Underground Bunker – Boiler Room – DAY ———————————————————————-

X charges up and blasts Sigma in the head with a Level 3 Charge Shot. He is shaken, as the last of his Ultimate Body is finally obliterated. After the final explosion, an eerie metalized, tin voice echoes throughout the chamber.

SIGMA: (o.s, hollow) N… No. It can’t be!  I can’t even defeat you, with this magnificent body..?!  There seems to be only one choice now…  I’ll possess you!

X gasps.

-Flash-

————————————————————– INT. FINAL WEAPON – Engine Room – NIGHT ————————————————————–

Zero watches in awe as Sigma’s cyborg body wildly explodes before them. The entire Engine Room continues to violently shake.

SIGMA: …Hee hee hee.

X & Zero: What’s so funny?

SIGMA: This weapon is aimed straight at Earth already… No one can stop it…

ZERO: No!

X: Damn!

SIGMA: Ha ha ha ha ha!  Good bye, X and Zero!

The final light from Cyborg Sigma’s inner core erupts as a bright flash of light surrounds the room.

-Flash-

————————————————————————– INT. FALLEN COLONY – Sigma’s Lair – DAY ————————————————————————–

A swarm of explosions emit across Sigma’s giant face, neck and body. His gigantic armored plating falls apart and parts of his skeleton can be seen as the explosions grow more and more.

SIGMA: The three of us can die together!!!  

ZERO: No.. Leave X out of this!

SIGMA: Gha ha ha ha ha…! Isn’t it painful to have to watch while others suffer? You can put up with your own pain……but can’t bear to see each other harmed, especially Zero, right X…?

X: (weak, exhausted) Kk.. DAMN YOU, SIGMA!!!!!

SIGMA: (dying, taunting) I’m taking Zero, the one most important to you… to the underworld! Goodbye, X… Gha ha ha ha!

X and Zero widen their eyes as the whole room erupts into an explosion. The blast knocks both of them away from each other.

-Flash-

—————————————————————————- INT. INVADED LABORATORY – Sigma’s Lair – NIGHT —————————————————————————-

Ultimate X & Absolute Zero fall to the ground while the Sigma’s immense skull explodes amongst them, one last time.

SIGMA: Gwaaaaaaaa! Ghaaaaaaa! It’s useless! IT IS USELESS! You know it is, boys! You can’t defeat me so easily… You know you can’t, X…  ZERROOO…

X gets up and looks at him, dead in the eyes.

X: I have to work for the Reconstruction of the World… I have no time to waste on you… If you show up, I’ll defeat you.

SIGMA: Bha ha ha ha ha! Don’t forget you said that. That gives me the motivation to come back again someday! I will! I… will…!!!

ZERO: Ohh, Shut up. Just die already.

He forms a black buster in his hand and blasts the large skull with a spiral Z-Buster shot.

SIGMA: Wooooaaaaaaa!!

With that, Sigma’s frail skull finally explodes and the whole screen turns white.

-FLASH-

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EXT. MHHQ – Repaired Entrance - DAY

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X’s face becomes dimmer with a frown.

ZERO: I am responsible for everything…  No matter how much, or how little…  I am the root cause of your pain, X.

X: I…  Don’t want to believe that.  You’re such a good person.  This is the real you.  You Fought for this!

ZERO: …Doesn’t matter…  All of that, is still in me.  Somewhere.  And I can’t allow for this to ever happen again.  To anyone!  You understand…?

X: (nodding, reluctant) I do…

Zero takes a breath and pats his friend on the shoulder.

X returns the gesture.  The two look at the ground unable to face each other.

ZERO: The peace will last for a while. But, there's something I need to do now...  So, I'll leave the hunting to you for the time being…

X chokes up and sniffles as he leans his head on Zero’s shoulder.

Zero returns the gesture and presses his head against X’s cranium.

ZERO: Come on, maaaan.  Don’t do this…

X: (sobbing) Oh, Zero..  I don’t wanna Lose you, Man…

ZERO: (choked up) I don’t wanna go either..  But I have to..  It’s for the good of the World.  You hear me?  It’s for the good of Elysium…

X’s eyes widen and he pulls away.

X: …How do you know that name…?

ZERO: I’ve heard the voices of your people, X.  They believe in you, and I really hope it comes into fruition…  

X: But you don’t believe in that stuff…. You always said that Human Prejudice was inevitable.

ZERO: Hey, don’t let me stop you! I’m not gonna be around…

X scowls at that sentiment.

ZERO: (continuing, sincere) …I’d like to imagine a World one day, where there is no more War and Reploids are no longer subject to the World’s prejudices.  But… we both know how I feel about that.

X: I know… You never believed True Peace was attainable.

ZERO: I think you can do it though…  Without me around, I think things are gonna be a whoooole lot quieter. And you’re all gonna be better for it.

X shakes his head with a crumpled up face.

X: I hate hearing you say that.  Is there any way, I can change your mind?

Zero shakes his head.

ZERO: Nope.  My mind is made up.  With this new development, I want to be put under…  Indefinitely.  Not to be released until every ounce of the Virus has been ripped from my systems.  Even if they have to strip me down to my bare bones and I come out completely different altogether.

X shakes his head, upset.

X: You’re basically asking for a slow death.

ZERO: …or a potential rebirth…

X tilts his head and softly smiles.

X: Okay.  I like the sound of that…

ZERO: (smiling) It’s settled then.  You are the Hero of this World, X.  You always were.  And I’m going to do whatever it takes to ensure that another Nightmare never happens again!

X I’ll get the best scientists to monitor you…. We’ll come out of this, yet.  You’ll see…. Even if it takes a while.  We’re going to figure this out.

Zero smiles at his best friend, happy to see that he has finally come around to what must be done.

ZERO: Yes! This is good.  In that case, it seems that our journey has just begun!

-fade to-

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INT. MHHQ – Corridors – DAY

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We pan to a close up of Zero’s hands.  They are cuffed by two Lifesavers and he is escorted away.

X and Signas follow.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) And so, we played our roles…

-cut to-

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INT. MHHQ – Dormitories – DAY

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Zero is seen being escorted to his borrowed room.  Then the cuffs are unlocked by the Lifesavers.

ZERO: Hey, what gives??

X: Rest up, Zero…. It’s bed time.

ZERO: What the Hell are you doing?  I turned myself in!  I should be detained!!

LIFESAVER PRIME: Ohh Relax…. It’s been a long night.  Your testing will begin tomorrow.  

ZERO: Even-still.  I should be on lock-up.  I can’t trust my powers anymore.

SIGNAS: (smirking) We’ll take our chances tonight…. We don’t have those facilities in place yet, but we'll work on it.  In the meantime, you’re just gonna have to make do…

ZERO: Hmph…. Have it your way for now.  I guess I’ll be sticking around for a little bit longer.

X smirks and pats his best friend on the shoulder.  Zero smirks as well and gives him a hug.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) Zero wanted to be placed in a Detention Center, but we didn’t have one to bring him to, yet.

-cut to-

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INT. MHHQ BUNKER – Lounge Area – DAY

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X is seen debriefing the massive group of Maverick Hunters in the Lounge Area.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) X brought everyone else up to speed and they took the news in stride.  Most were /relieved, some were /sad, plenty were /neutral, while /others felt a deep need for one last goodbye.

The entire B-Team is seen /celebrating at the news.

Frostbite’s Wolfpack /lower their heads and come together

The Elite Guard and all their cohorts share a blank /stoic look.

Leviathan /blinks and takes a deep breath.  Then, she excuses herself from the room.

-cut to-

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INT. MHHQ – Zero’s Dorm – DAY

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There is a knock on his door.

Zero gets up feeling sleepy and confused.

ZERO: Hm??

When he opens the door, he finds that Leviathan is waiting for him, again.

ZERO: Levy! W-what are you doing here???

LEVIATHAN: …is it true that you’re leaving us?

ZERO: Yeah.  I’ve gotta go. I don’t belong here.  I’m a danger to you all…

She nods.

LEVIATHAN: I agree.  I respect what you’re doing.  It’s admirable.

ZERO: Hm?

She lets herself in.

LEVIATHAN: It’s just a shame though…. ‘cuz I was getting used to you.

ZERO: Heh… Listen, it’s been fun.  But I’m no good for anyone, here.  Not even, you.

LEVIATHAN: I think you’ve got a lot of good in you…. We just need to weed the bad stuff out.

He nods.

ZERO: Heh, well, that’s the plan.  It’s not gonna be easy though. And nothing is guaranteed……. So… -what do you want, anyway?

He changes the subject, not wanting to think about his chosen fate.

LEVIATHAN: Well… Since time is precious and life is fleeting and all of that…. You know exactly what I want.

She gives him big eyes.

ZERO: Not a good idea…

LEVIATHAN: Oh, come on… Who knows if all we have is tonight, two weeks or even two months??  I figured… we might as well make the most of this Goodbye.  However long it lasts…. Whaddya say?

She inches up to him and wraps her arms around his neck.

ZERO: Well…

Zero smirks as he looks at her with narrow eyes.

ZERO: Ah, what the Hell…

He returns the gesture by embracing the small of her back, lowering his hands to her firm butt cheeks.

BOTH: MMMMM……

They both share a passionate, lustful kiss.

-fade out-

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INT. MHHQ – Planning Room – DAY

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-fade in-

Caption: Soon After

X is seen sitting with Harpuia, Douglas and Signas at a table in a newly built Planning Room on the top floor.  There is a World Map around them, where each of them are brainstorming new plans.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) In the days and weeks that followed, X focused on expanding his Reploid outreach to the other Settlements around the World, just as he said he would. Soon, we would be ready to meet with the Human Settlements around the World and discuss our Future Plans.

On the board is a drawing of Hexagon with the giant heading “Elysium?” circled around it.

Also penned around it are the words, “Where is Utopia?” and “Alt. Sites”

A grainy image of Douglas and a Team of Builders fixing up their town is shown.

Grainy images of Harpuia and the Elite Guard meeting with Reploids from Canada, Greenland, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, Africa and South America are seen.

Grainy images of X and Signas meeting with Humans from the Underground Outposts around the World are seen.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) Some liked our ideas.  Others didn’t go for it.  But either way, we were thankful for their time and attention.  Their feedback helped give us direction.

-fade to-

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INT. MHHQ BUNKER – R & D Lab – DAY

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Caption: Some Time Later…

Alia is seen studying Zero’s levels with Lifesaver Prime, while another Lifesaver unit looks at Gate’s torso and shakes his head at them.

She nods and takes his Torso off display. They carefully place a white sheet over his carcass.

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) At home, we had a few setbacks…. It was proving to become more and more difficult to understand Zero’s systems and how to properly remove the virus.  We weren’t even sure if it was possible.

We see Zero’s old and new sabers displayed upright on a vice as their energies merge with green electricity, in between.

X looks at the weapons with admiration and a soft smile.

Alia walks over to him and puts an arm around him.

X: When Zero’s ready to get back out there, this is gonna be great.

ALIA: (solemn) Yeah…. If we can ever figure this out.

X: We will, hun…. We have all the time in the World…

She looks at him with a stern, apologetic look.

ALIA: You know we can’t keep going on like this.

X: What do you mean?

ALIA: We don’t have what he needs!  We’re gonna have to find somewhere that’s better.  I think the time is coming, X…. We’re gonna have to follow through with his wishes and put him under…

X sighs.

X: I know…

ALIA: I know it’s hard to say goodbye, but… this is what he wants.  And we’re doing so well, now.

X: (sighing) You’re right…. Our standing with the World is much better than I thought.  We’re gonna have to move on to the next Phase soon.

ALIA: Exactly.  We’re not gonna be here forever either…. Maybe this is the perfect time.

X: (nodding) Yeah…. But either way, whatever happens next...  At least his new Saber will be ready for him.

ALIA: Hopefully he won’t need it…

X: Ohhh yeah.  But, no matter how this shakes out.  I know he’d appreciate this.

She nods and gives him a warm hug.

-fade to-

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INT. MYSTERIOUS LABORATORY – Parts Unknown - DAY

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Caption: An Unspecified Time Later

Zero walks into a Lab where an unknown Reploid scientist stands by a series of pods.  He hands him a tablet and allows the scientist to review it while he stands by with his fists clenched tight.

After a moment, the scientist nods with a small grimace.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: ... I see. It'll take a while to get rid of this. Even with our latest technology, it's going to be hard to succeed... I'm not really sure if I can fix this completely...

Zero nods with content.

ZERO: Don't worry. I must do this before it's too late.

He glances at the file again and gives Zero an odd look.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: …But you haven't had any problems yet... You'll be fine as you are, won't you?

Zero refuses to say anything.  He simply takes a breath.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: It's none of my business, but what will we do in a crisis without you?

He smiles and smirks at that one.

ZERO: Ha. I'm sorry, but don't worry... There's a Superior Maverick Hunter running the World, now. But I'm scared that I may become a disturbing presence if I stick around any longer...

The scientist sighs and nods.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: Very well…

He opens a pod as the Red Hero of years past enters the capsule.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: ... I agree. Well, you look ready…

ZERO: Yeah... So, when will I wake up?

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: If we don’t run into any problems... It should be around August 15th, 102 years from now.

Zero’s eyes widen as he nods and blinks.

ZERO: ... Right. Here's to a successful sleep.

MYSTERY SCIENTIST: I'll do my best. Have a good sleep...

-fade to-

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EXT. NEO ARCADIA – Sky Colony – DAY

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Caption: Ever-later… in the Future-Now

X stands at the Central Hub of his new Colony, draped in a more regal version of his black and blue armor.  Standing beside him are his 4 Guardians – Harpuia, Leviathan, Fefnir and Phantom.  Alongside them are Alia, Signas and Douglas.  Behind them Iso, Batsu, Cody, Data, Kassy, Regina and Araki stand.  Among the remainder of the crowd are Frostbite, Dante, Moringa, Kazu, Jin, Marl, Tazack, Hatori, Zerdan and the rest of the Maverick Hunters who have proved their worth to the World when times were at their worst.

They all stand, unified by X as he looks upon the Humans and other Reploids who have joined their Community.

X: Everyone!  A New Dawn has Arrived.  With the Launch of our new Commune, I am pleased to say that we Did It!  The Nightmare is Officially Over!!!

The Humans and Reploids around them all cheer and celebrate in earnest.

COMMUNITY: YYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X: But we still have a long way to go.  There are still Citizens who live in Arcadia and around the World, who choose to live in the Shadows and tarnish the name of our Reploid Bretherin.  Well, I say “Let ‘em!” We are aware that not everyone will join us.  It is their right and freedom as People.  All we ask to those who choose to live among us, is to be excellent to each other – Reploid and Human alike.  The Era of Mavericks is no more.  We have seen to that.  Therefore, there is no longer a need for the term, Maverick Hunters.  From now on, regardless of Race, Rank or Creed, we are all One People.  Together, we are all Neo-Arcadians!!

NEO-ARCADIANS: YYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

X: This has been a dream for so long, it’s still hard to believe that any of this is real.  But here we are…!  Welcome my friends – one and all, to your New Home!!!

NEO-ARCADIANS: YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd cheers and roars as Reploids and Humans walk arm and arm and hand in hand. Many hug and some even share a kiss.

A tear rolls down X’s cheek as he smiles and wipes it away.

Behind his Leader, Fefnir makes an odd face as he looks at Harpuia.

FEFNIR: Remind me, why we’re Neo-Arcadia again..?

HARPUIA: (rolling eyes) Ugh… It’s the only way the Humans would agree to any of this.  Elysium sounded too different to them. Too much like a Fantasy…

FEFNIR: Ah…. Well, that’s dumb.

LEVIATHAN:

Gotta give them what they want.  It’s a compromise.  That’s the only way any of this works..  Everyone has to be comfortable.

PHANTOM: A Utopia by any name, is fine with me.  We’ve earned this.

X looks at them with a bright smile and places a trusting hand on their shoulders in a slight huddle.

X: That’s right.  This is our Legacy.  …And the 4 of you are very Essential in upholding our good name, you know that?

They all obediently nod at their Leader.

X: You are my Guardians – My eyes and ears out there, to ensure that our people are safe.  And to maintain the World when I cannot.  I’ve put my Utmost Faith in your abilities.  One day, after I’m long gone you will be the next Mega Men… and Woman…

He smiles at Levy, who blushes and smiles back.

X: I have no doubt that you will be there to greet a certain old friend of ours… To show him the way and guide him, if he is lost…. That – is my new dream!

His 4 Guardians listen with wide eyes as they grow inspired and ever prouder to be in his presence.  They all bow to X as he walks away.

Alia walks over to X and speaks softly in his ear.

ALIA: X, that was amazing!

X: Thanks hun.  I just wish Zero could be around to see this...

She looks at him with bright eyes.

ALIA: He will…. One day.  I just know it…

He smiles at her optimism.  She gives him a kiss.

We zoom past Alia, X and the surrounding group of former Maverick Hunters.  At the very top of their entrance way, Zero’s new merged Saber is displayed, facing downward.  The triangular blade is encased in a decorative crimson, marble stone.  Engraved on it are the words – “Dedicated to Zero.  A Man who sacrificed everything so that we may live.  Until we meet again, Old Friend… – X”

The Green Saber shines brightly amongst the sun.

-Freezeframe. Grainy Effect- -Fade to Black-

End of Script

[vangoghmusings]

are you hiding too? part two | shoto todoroki x reader

summery: part two of “are you hiding too?” read part one here: ✿✿✿

college au + nsfw 

pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader

word count: >3,000

warnings: cussing, mention of drugs and alcohol, nsfw, oral, intercourse 

a/n: oh my goodness, i can’t believe you guys wanted a part two!! and with smut?! lord have mercy, i can’t believe i’m giving y’all permission to be horny on main smh...oh well >:) i had a really great time writing this and if you guys dont like it i might actually cry...hehe enjoy!! 

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After what seemed like ages of attempting to drag Mina and Ururaka to their shared dorm, you finally managed to put them into bed. You felt drained, the two of them were completely drunken toddlers. Except worse because they reeked of vomit and were far from cute. 

You walked took the stairs to your own dorm, sneaking in quietly. Tsu was asleep in her room, and you did your best to not wake her up. Your phone chimed, signaling you had failed. 

“Shit shit shit,” You whispered, quickly turning your phone on silent. You made your way into your room, closed the door behind you, and plopped onto your bed. You exhaled deeply, exhausted from your night before looking at who had texted you. 

unknown number: hey, y/n its shoto :-) 

You blinked and bit your lip, your cheeks heating up. You recalled the nights events. You had only just truly met Shoto, but the way he kissed you made it seem like you had known him for a lifetime. Before you could reply, you heard your name being shouted from your window. You hurried over to the window and peered your head out. On the sidewalk below stood the very drunk Denki Kaminari and a plastered Eijiro Kirishima. 

“Oh y/n, y/n, let down your hair!!” Kirishima sang, his words slurring together. 

“Nah man you gotta be like, HEY Y/N FLASH ME YOUR TITS!” Kaminari wailed, flinging his shirt in the air. 

You rolled your eyes, “Go to bed boys.” 

Their eyes widened seeing you look down at them. Kirishima cleared his throat. 

“Shall I compare thee to a summers day-” 

“CMON Y/N, LET US UP! WE’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE,” Kaminari sang, thrusting his hips out in the air suggestively. 

You laughed and shut the window and closed your curtains. You hopped into the shower, washing off the smell of weed, alcohol, and Mina’s vomit. You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed. You remembered the text from Shoto and eagerly grabbed your phone, replying quickly. 

you: hi shoto, did the party die down? 

shoto: yes, thank goodness. did you get home safely? 

you: yes :) thank u,, hows whiskers? 

shoto: he left me for koda :-( 

you: oh you poor thing!

shoto: i know what would make me feel better though...

you: hm? whats that 

shoto: can we go on that date sooner? like, sunday? 

you: sounds perfect :)

It was Friday going into Saturday. You almost wished he’d ask to see you tomorrow, but that must’ve seemed too eager. Another text came in as you looked back to the screen. 

shoto: great :-) i’m beat so im gonna go catch some zzz, good night 

you: good night shoto 

You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You barely knew him but everything just felt so normal. 

Before you knew it your eyes fluttered shut and you were sound asleep. 

✿ 

You were woken up, quite harshly by Mina and Ururaka screaming in your face. Mina shook your shoulders, your head wobbling around. 

“Okay okay!” You groaned, pushing Mina off of you. 

“IS IT TRUE?!” She shouted. You rubbed your eyes, irritated from the rude awakening. 

“How the hell did you guys even get in here?” 

“Tsu let us in,” Ururaka chimed in. 

“Sorry!” Tsu yelled from out in the living room, causing you to sigh. 

“Stop dodging the question!” MIna said, gripping your shoulders once again. You slapped her hands off. 

“What question?” You glared. 

“That you made out with THE Shoto Todoroki!” 

You blinked. 

“ARE YOU SERIOUS MINA YOU WOKE ME UP TO ASK ME THAT?! YOU WERE THERE!” 

Ururaka squeaked at your sudden outburst, pulling Mina away. 

“Thats what I told her! She couldn’t remember,” She said, Mina pouting. 

“Just how drunk were you last night?” You question, Mina turning away in shame. 

“Enough to forget that you made out with Shoto,” She grumbled. 

You chuckled and got out of your bed stretching. 

“Mmm, well, yeah. And we’re going out on Sunday.” 

Their jaws dropped. 

“SUNDAY?!” 

You cringed at their shouting. Ururaka began spilling out a bunch of dating advice while Mina kept begging you to tell her all the details in case you got the opportunity to “give him the ol’ razzle dazzle” as she put it. 

“Hey I made waffles! Get them while they’re hot!” Tsu yelled. The three of you looked at each other before running into the the kitchen, sitting down at the table, and proceeding to stuff your faces. 

“So, Todoroki huh?” Tsu said, sitting down beside you. You blushed and nodded, cheeks full of waffle. 

✿ 

You anxiously pressed your hands on your skirt. Shoto was supposedly 10 minutes away and you had no clue to where he was taking you. You stared at your self in the mirror. You donned your most confident inducing outfit, a mini skirt and lace trimmed top. You took a deep breath before reaching down to slip your sneakers on. There was a knock on the door and you shot right up. You ran to the door and inhaled deeply as you opened the door. 

“Shoto- What are you doing here?” 

Standing infront of you was Mina and Ururaka, pure excitement in their eyes. 

“We came to see you get ready-”

“We wanted to make sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself,” Mina said cutting the brunette off. 

You rolled your eyes and let them inside. 

“He’s supposed to be here soon,” You said, the nerves bubbling up once again. 

“You’ve got this y/n!” Ururaka cheered, giving you a tight squeeze. Mina made her way to the fridge, shuffling around and grabbing a day old breadstick from a pizza box. You tilted your head at her. 

“What are you doing? Those are mine!” 

“You can’t possibly think I’m going home when you’re going out with him. I need to be here for when you get back so you can tell me every juicy detail,” Mina scoffed, punctuating the sentence with the last few words. 

You huffed and nodded, your eyes widening as a knock was heard at the door. 

“OH MY GOD!” Ururaka mouthed, waving her hands in the air frantically. 

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S HERE HE’S FUCKING HERE,” Mina mouthed, jumping up and down, the breadstick flopping between her teeth. 

You opened the door, relieved to see the real Shoto standing there. You smiled up and him, praying he couldn’t see how nervous you were. 

“Hey,” You said breathlessly. Shoto looked, stunning. You thought he looked beautiful in the dim yellow lighting of the room at the party, you were proven wrong. He wore slim trousers and a gray button up, open at his collarbones. 

Shoto’s eyes seemed to replicate the same thoughts. 

“H-hey,” He said, nerves edging his voice. He tried his best to not make it too obvious that his eyes were raking you up and down. 

You closed the door, Mina and Ururaka giving you energized thumbs up. 

“Sorry about that,” You blushed, walking at his side.”They were excited to see you take me out.” 

“I don’t blame them, I’m excited to take you out too,” He smiled sweetly. 

You punched his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be so cheesy.” 

He chuckled, making his way to his car and opening the passenger door for you. You stepped inside, looking around. You inhaled, his car smelled just like him. 

He sat down in the drivers seat and buckled himself in, you doing the same. 

“So, you never told me where you’re taking me.” 

“Oh?” He smirked. “I know.” 

“I hope this isn’t a plot to murder me.” 

“Oh no, nothing like that,” He laughed, turning on the ignition and beginning to drive.  

You arrived at what you believed to be an art museum. He hopped out of the car and ran to open the door for you. You beamed up at him as he took your hand, walking inside. 

“Reservation for Todoroki,” Shoto stated to the security guard. The guard nodded, opening the door and letting the two of you inside of the massive, and empty museum. 

“Dean’s son huh?” You looked up at him, swinging your laced hands in between you. 

“Its got its perks,” He chuckled. “Like renting out the art museum for just the two of us.” 

You blushed and you walked around the corner to see a series of paintings. The two of you walked and talked and gushed over the art for what felt like hours. 

You came to a stop in front of a painting. The image portrayed a gorgeous Japanese woman in a traditional kimono. You bent down to look at the title of the painting. Courtesan: after Eisen, Vincent van Gogh. You hummed and stood back up. 

“She’s beautiful.” 

“Yeah, she is.” 

You turned to see Shoto looking at you, tenderness and endearment in his eyes. You blushed deeply. 

“I thought I told you to quit it with the cheesy-ness.” 

Shoto cupped your face, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “Sorry.” 

You drapped your arms over his shoulders, closing the gap and kissing him deeply. He set his hands on your hips, his lips moving with a loving softness that made you melt. He pulled you closer the kiss gaining momentum and getting rougher. He pulled away, slowly, teasing you by biting on your bottom lip. The two of your stared at each other, pink cheeks and eyes filled with lust. Shoto quickly grabbed your hand and began walking. 

“This way.” 

You followed behind him like a love struck puppy. You found yourself int he photography section of the museum. The space was illuminated by a red light, the photographs lining the walls. There were several benches in the middle of the space. 

You looked up at Shoto, the red light highlighting how hungrily he looked down at you. He sat down on one of the benches, you following his lead. 

Before you could say a word, his lips latched onto your neck, soft whimpers of shock leaving your mouth. You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently when he bit down on your collar bone. 

“S-Shoto,” You huffed. You could sense yourself getting extremely wet, and the sudden idea of jumping him right in the museum wouldn’t leave your mind. He seemed to get the message, placing his on your inner thigh. He snaked his hand further up, his eyes widening feeling your soaked panties. 

“I-I,” You stammered, afraid of what he would say. He said nothing actually and instead dropped to his knees in front of you. You blushed profusely, as he took the zipper of your skirt in his fingertips. 

“Is this okay?” He looked up at you, waiting for your consent. 

Is this okay? Oh god yes. 

You nodded, too excited to see what he would do next to let the words come out of your mouth. 

He proceeded to unzip your skirt, your thighs exposing themselves to him. 

“You know,” He says softly, his nimble fingers, gently removing your soaked panties. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in philosophy freshman year.” 

Before you could reply to his confession, he burred his head between your thighs, darting his tongue inside of your heat. You gasped, your spine shuddering at the sudden penetration. You gripped the bench tightly, Shoto humming happily against you. His tongue swirled inside you, his nose tickling your clit that was so needy for more. You reached your hand down, and proceeded to rub your sore clit. You whimpered and bucked your hips, Shoto pulling away. His eyes widened at the sight, causing the erection in his trousers to cause further friction against the fabric. He stood up, and unzipped his pants, pushed down his boxers, allowing his strong erection to stand at attention. You eyed his length hungrily. Not only was he big, but he was long. 

You opened your mouth, a fake innocence glazing your eyes. Shoto blushed as you took his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck. 

“F-fuck,” He groaned, griping your hair. He tenderly ran his fingers through your locks, brushing the baby hairs that were pressed against your forehead with sweat out of the way. And all this time you were still touching yourself. 

“God, you look so pretty when you touch yourself y/n,” Shoto spoke softly, his mind beginning to blank from how good you were sucking him. You shuddered and whimpered, your fingers quickening their pace. You were reaching your climax and Shota had noticed. 

“No,” He said sternly, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away from your aching heat. 

Your face was filled with defeat and embarrassment. 

“S-Shota please, I just want to cum,” you whimpered.

“You’ll cum y/n, but when I say so.” 

He sat down on the bench, gripping your hips and turning you so you would face him. The lust in Shoto’s eyes seemed to have crept to the rest of his features. He held his length in front of your core, it was dripping in your saliva. He picked you up and placed you above his lap, your entrence hovering over his cock. Part of you was afraid you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. The other part of you really wanted to try. 

“Ride me,” he commanded. You nodded without hesitation and kined yourself up with his lenght, slowly lowering yourself unto him. You shut your eyes tight as he entered your tight hole. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, but you were on a mission to fit all of him inside you. Shoto groaned, his cock twitching inside your tight walls. Once you managed to take in his whole shaft, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking huge,” You exhaled. You places your hands on his chest and kissed him hungrily, but not making any attempt to bounce or grind against him. You were cockwarming him, and Shoto adored you for it. But not for long. 

“Fuck it y/n, I wan’t you to ride me already.” You giggled at his needy request and began to bounce yourself on him. Moans passed your lips effortlessly. Shoto was in a position that directly targeted your g-spot, and with every thrust upwards from his hips, you felt like you were on cloud-9. 

Shoto watched you, completely enamored. You somehow managed to make riding him look so elegant. You glowed under the red lighting, and he was dying to see how your face would look under it during your orgasm. In one swift movement, he laid you on his back, your legs laying against his chest. You gasped in surprise. Shoto had gotten impatient and was dying to please you. 

He gripped your legs firmly and began began thrusting-no-pounding into you. He huffed with every forceful thrust, grunting at the tightness of your walls. Your moans and wails were music to his ears. Your knuckles were white from gripping onto the bench. 

“I-I’m close Shoto,” you moaned, the words shaking as they came out. 

Shoto nodded and proceeded to roll his hips, hitting further inside of you. You groaned, your eyes rolling back, and seeing your face like that caused him to moan too. You arched your back, reaching your climax and Shoto continued to pound his entire length inside of you. You cried out in pleasure and cummed heavily all over his length. Shoto’s suspisions were correct, you looked glorious during an orgasm. So glorious infact, the sight caused him to cum himself. He groaned in a raspy tone, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Shoto slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride out your highs. He pulled out, the mixture of your cum flowing onto your thigh and the bench. He swiftly grabbed your damp panties and slid them on you. 

“You’re just going to have to keep that inside of you until we get home,” He said with a smirk. You blushed and pecked his lips. He helped you up and off of the bench, and the two of you proceeded to get dressed. 

“Hey!” The two of you whipped your heads around to see the security guard. 

“Is this where the two of you have been hiding? Your session is up.” 

Shoto bowed infront of the guard. 

“I am so sorry sir, here,” he pulled out his wallet, and handed the guard what appeared to be two $100. “We didn’t mean to take so long. Thank you and have a good night.” 

You squeaked out a little thank you to the guard, before Shoto and you were running back to the parking lot, laughed and grinning at their adventure. Once again, Shoto opened the passenger door for you and proceeded to get in the driver’s seat. 

“Are you okay with staying at my apartment tonight?” 

You blushed and nodded. 

“A sleepover with the dean’s son? How could I say no.” 

He chuckled and drove away from the museum as you pulled out your phone. Three texts from Mina. 

mina: how’s it going?? ;)) 

mina: its getting late wya 

mina: oh my god are u dead 

You rolled your eyes and replied. 

you: i’m fine, staying at shoto’s house tonight <3 

Not even a second later, Mina answered. 

mina: OMG YOU SLY BITCH GET IT GIRL

You giggled and put your phone away. Shoto set his palm down in front of you. You took his hand and your fingers laced together. He smiled, focused on the road and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

[yeochikin]

late night snacks. | j. yunho

a/n: i needed to like.. write something due to having some type of writer’s block the past few days kjddkf but here’s the full fic, if you have seen the teaser ehe. this is lowkey sucky but at the same time i like it and that’s what matters pfft. hope you enjoyed reading this! ✨💖

"y/n."

a soft groan left your lips before you shifted on the bed, just to face the other side. the creasing of your brows slowly softened up once you started to fall back to sleep, muscles relaxing once again until...

"y/n."

cue another groan coming from you, your eyelids slowly fluttered open. due to the sleepiness still in them, you could only make out a shadowy figure in front of you, which caused you to sit up awake to scream in alarm until a large hand quickly covered your lips.

"calm down, calm down. it's just me, yunho!" said male reassured.

heart still thumping rapidly against your chest, you swear that you can almost feel it jump out of your chest. it took you a few more seconds to finally calm down while your roommate watched you with concerned eyes. 

"you scared me, yunho. what do you want?" you asked with a hand on your chest, patting it gently to calm your heart as you sat up while rubbing the sleepiness away from your eyes.

though relieved it wasn’t some random intruder about to kidnap you, you glowered down at the tall male who managed to look so tiny just kneeling down next to your bed. yunho, who could see the slight annoyance painted over your visage, quickly spoke up before you would snap at him for disturbing your sleep in the little hours of night.

“come with me, let’s go to the convenience store.” he declared.

“jeong yunho!”

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

you don't even know how it happened. one moment, you were in your bed, and now suddenly, you are dressed in your most comfortable hoodie and leggings, seated on the barstool of the convenience store overlooking the nearly empty street, the window in front of you acting as a barrier between the inside of the store and the outside.

“an ice cream sandwich of choice for our lady.”

the sudden image of the said frozen treat appeared in your line of vision made you look up at your roommate who was grinning down at you despite you glaring daggers at him from the rude awakening earlier. yet, you grumbled a low ‘thanks’ and took the ice cream sandwich as yunho took his seat next to you.

you won’t lie, it was difficult to stay mad at the male seated beside you. 

yunho had always been the cheerful one in your friendship and somehow would pack a lot of energy with him, frequently bouncing in place due to his excited nature. of course, it would be unrealistic to say that he's all smiles 24/7. it is a little harder to approach him whenever he is in a bad mood, and it was not because he looked scary. rather, his face would be devoid of any emotion, holding a poker face, and looking as if something was in his train of thoughts. sometimes yunho would even zone out whenever he's in the middle of a conversation with someone, especially with you. 

just as easy to tell he is in a bad mood, yunho is never good at lying. whenever he is feeling guilty of something, his eyes would be looking everywhere, and even if he did look straight at you, the way his eyes would twitch and occasionally widen ever so slightly would give it all away. just like how you had caught him trying to hide the fact that he spilled your paint water all over the floor. the poor potted plant was somehow labelled as the guilty one for ‘pushing the paint water due to its huge ass leaves.’ yunho’s words, not yours.

at the memory, you couldn't help but to let out a chortle underneath your breath, immediately catching yunho’s attention as he curiously looked over at you. you merely waved a hand in a dismissive manner upon catching the inquisitive look on his face yet, the male merely urged you to tell him. 

“i was just trying to remember how i got the nickname ‘pup’ for you.” you merely stated, taking a small bite out of the ice cream sandwich and hummed approvingly at the sweet taste washing over your tastebuds.

“easy, you called me that as soon as you saw how i reminded you of a golden retriever during the first day of meeting.” the male grinned, nudging his upper arm against your shoulder. 

upon hearing those words, you couldn’t help but to smile at the memory. 

your eyes read over the address in the text you received, double checking to make sure you were in the right place and not some random stranger’s house. though, fingers crossed this house is the last one you needed to visit. you had been driving from place to place according to the flyers looking for a vacant place to stay since your time in the dorm is almost up so you needed to move out, and you needed a place to stay in, fast. but of course, the places you’ve been to were either near a shady place, or the vacant spot has already been filled. it is safe to say that you are almost on the verge of giving up.

with a deep breath heaving out of your lips, you lifted a hand up to ring the doorbell, patiently waiting for someone to open the door as soon as you heard the slight thumping of footsteps scrambling around from the inside. taking your time, you glanced around the place.

the place wasn’t that big but it sure looked like it could fit both you and your potential roommate. it was a huge bonus point that the place is located near your university as well, you probably won’t even need to drive considering how it’s just ten minutes away or so. you could deal with that. plus, the place is much more welcoming than the couple of places you’ve been to. it was when the sound of the door unlocking along with it being swung open managed to catch your attention and pry you away from your thoughts, wanting to greet the person. 

your words somehow died in your throat once your irises were met with a beautiful shade of dark brown. yet you only noticed them later on since your eyes were instantly caught on the peachy toned strands of hair, albeit a little messily. in front of you, stood a boy, a very tall boy, dressed in a simple brown sweatshirt with black sweatpants. 

“um.. can i help you?” he spoke, his voice rather deep yet it held some type of gentleness in them. 

you mentally cursed yourself from staring at him before clearing your throat to speak, holding up your phone to show the text you had received earlier. 

“i was the one who texted you about um.. the roommate thing?” you said, unintentionally making your sentence sound like a question instead of an answer, while the taller male looked at the text. 

as if realising what you meant, his features brightened up with how his lips curled themselves into a huge dream, his cheekbones rising due to the bright smile he held. if you were being honest here, he looked like an excited puppy. at first, you felt nervous as you never had a male roommate before but the grin on his features managed to make you feel less nervous as you immediately sensed his friendly aura surrounding him.

“oh, yes, yes! you must be y/n l/n, i’m yunho, jeong yunho!” he introduced, immediately ushering you into his place. 

once in, your curious eyes wandered yet again while yunho showed you around his place, a mini house tour if you will. the interior design of his apartment was simple yet somehow it added a bit of his… personality? pictures hung on the walls of the doorway of what you assumed to be his family and friends, most of the pictures you see are of the same eight people in them, yunho included. you also noticed the few little details around his place, especially the little dog shaped clock hanging on the wall of his living room.

“and this room can be yours! i used to have a roommate living with me but he had to move out of town.” he said, opening the door of the said room. 

you peered in and went inside once yunho stepped aside so you could have a better look. true to his word, the room was rather empty. the only things present in the room were a single bed just near the window, a closet, and of course, a dresser with a decently sized mirror. you noted the slight dust blanketing the closet and dresser, a clear indication that the room hasn’t been used in quite a while now. but you didn’t care, nothing a few hours of cleaning the room up couldn’t do. 

while you were looking around, yunho on the other hand fidgeted quietly in his place, long digits playing against the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it has been quite a while since he had a roommate, the months of living without a roommate made the extroverted male a tad lonely and more often than not, bored, of not having anyone to hang out with whenever he is required to stay in the house. so many thoughts ran through his mind, already creating some type of reassurance that it will be okay with whatever choice you choose later on. besides, it’s not like it will be the end of the world if you didn’t choose to be his roo-

“so when can i move in?” 

what?

yunho’s eyes widened, surprised at the sudden statement you had said, blinking a few times as if he had heard wrong. seeing his surprised expression, you couldn’t help but to think whether you were being too bold for immediately making up your mind. reaching a hand up, you rubbed the back of your nape.

“i.. i guess it’s too soon, huh?” 

snapping back into reality, the peachy haired boy immediately shook his head and waved his hands frantically in the air to reassure you that it wasn’t the case at all. despite being surprised, he couldn’t hide the jovial look painted over his visage, slightly bouncing in place as he could feel the excitement and happiness in him just overflowing his entire being.

“no! you can move in as soon as you are ready, you can even move in right now!” yunho grinned, eyes twinkling.

his actions only made you realise a low chortle. the male might look intimidating at a glance due to his height but to you? you have made the conclusion that he looked like a golden retriever who still thinks he is a puppy. and that was enough to make you coo internally at him, finding it endearing.

“calm down, pup! i still haven’t got most of my things.” you chuckled but it died off as soon as yunho casted a confused look towards you.

thinking you must have said the wrong thing once again, you tilted your head. “what?”

“you called me ‘pup’.” he said, blinking a few times with wide eyes. 

groaning at yourself internally, you could feel heat rushing through your cheeks from the unintentional slip up, mumbling a string of apologies. you expected yunho to grow awkward upon hearing the nickname, thinking it might have weirded him out now. the last thing you want right now is a tense atmosphere with your own (potential) roommate. 

instead, you were met with yunho’s smile yet again as soon as you looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. 

“hey, calm down. i have been told that i resemble a puppy often, so it’s fine! i like it anyway.” he winked and laughed, an attempt to lighten the mood around the two of you.

and from there, the two of you started to bond. thanks to yunho, you were able to move most of your things inside the vacant room, now slowly being filled with your own things and added a lil bit of your personal touch by painting on the wall with your own creativity. whenever you started to paint and decorate your room, yunho would always linger around your doorway or even in your room, offering all the help he could.

sometimes, you would even let the male paint whatever he wanted on your walls. it took you a while to reassure him, though. poor guy was worried he might ruin all the pretty doodles you had painted on your wall. but of course, you didn’t care. when you mentioned how his own doodles would make it special, you could see how his irises brightened though still unsure. with much contemplation, the peach haired boy agreed. before you know it, your walls were filled with little doodles of dogs, courtesy of yunho, along with your favourite flowers. 

from then on, the two of you instantly formed a tight bond. you would also always spend every sunday doodling on empty pages of your sketchbooks, teaching yunho how to paint, yunho teaching you how to dance (since you saw him practice a piece one time when you got home from class), or going to a random store to buy a few things to decorate your rooms.

“sunflower?” yunho nudged you, causing you to blink repeatedly from your little trip to memory lane. 

just like how you would call him ‘pup’, yunho had decided to name you in different types of flowers, though more often than not, he had been calling you sunflower instead of random ones. you switched your gaze from the empty street to the puppy-like eyes of the male next to you, smiling at him as a silent way of telling him he had your attention.

“tomorrow’s sunday, well, technically today is sunday. you know that, right?” he smiled down, crumbling up the plastic wrapper of his own treat he had earlier. 

“of course! what’s up?” you replied, leaning your cheek on the palm of your hand as you stared up at your roommate.

“i was thinking, you wanna finally get started to find more art supplies? i’ve noticed that you’ve run out of pain and i could really use the time to take my mind off of dance classes for now.” he offered, mirroring your own actions.

you couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight of his cheek all squished against his hand, reaching your own hand to poke his cheekbone with a faint nod of your head. 

“sounds good to me. though, let’s go home and sleep first, mm? unless you want us looking like zombies in the streets, pup.” you joked, standing up from your seat to throw away the crumpled wrapper of your ice cream sandwich, yunho following suit.

“sleep sounds good. let’s go home, sunflower.” 

and with that, the two of you walked out of the convenience store side by side, talking about some of the events that the both of you failed to mention during the past week. 

[bolontiku]

“Kitten Love”

Stucky AU - Chapter 2

Characters: Steve x Bucky

A/N: @magellan-88 these two have been on my mind and I hope you enjoy this you nummy dropping menace

WARNINGS: SMUT, SOFT SMUT. SMEXY TIMES, NO UNDER 18 PLEASE

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Steve stared. It was quickly becoming a bad habit of his. Something he enjoyed after taking his time all night and listening to Bucky moan under him. Listening. That too. Bucky breathed his name in a way that made him bury himself just a little deeper, the brunette's fingers curling into the covers and his breath escaping in a little rush of air. 

Just one night. 

Long dark lashes, Steve reached out and ran a thumb along a cheek, Bucky scrunched his face up, arm flopping onto Steve’s and he was fast asleep again. Steve smirked, tugging his arm free and slowly running his fingertips along that damned jawline, scruff dotting it. Bucky insisted that if he didn’t take care of it he would turn into a lumberjack. Fingers trailed along the soft skin of bare shoulder which sported a large mark, Steve tutted, leaning forwards and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“...mmnn…”

He smirked, as Bucky shifted, he was still half tangled with him, having been loath to lose contact with the lean warm body of his lover. He pressed his hips closer, sighing as Bucky hummed, a small movement caught his attention and the flash of white fur pressed over the covers he had been unwilling to crawl out from. Small tender steps over their joined body an a white tail flicked over his face before the feline turned, pressing its face to Steve’s, a loud purr resonating from it. Steve chuckled, reaching out and catching the cat. “You need attention huh?”

Bucky had been enjoying the trailing fingers and where it was leading, feeling Steve pressed against his hip, he had been fully expecting to wake up to some slow morning sex, he groaned and swatted at the white fluff ball that was currently purring up a storm and taking the attention of what he wanted. He turned, lifting his head blindly and pouting as he found Steve holding the cat above his head and cooing at it. “Ahem…?”

He had purposely turned away from him, giving all his attention to Alpine, curious as to what if anything would happen. The way Bucky cleared his throat nearly had him dropping the kitten and he slowly looked over at him with a shit eating grin, “yes??”

Bucky narrowed sleepy cerulean blue eyes and shoved a hand through dark long locks, he needed to cut his hair, that was beside the point right now, “get out of my bed.”

Steve dropped Alpine and curled around Bucky in one smooth motion, pressing his lips to the side of his neck, attempting to stifle his laughter as he pressed between the mans legs. “NoooOOOoOo, don’t be like that!!” he whined as Bucky attempted, rather weakly, to toss him off. This of course had Steve pressing closer and closer, giving him reason to harden as Bucky wriggled under him. “You’re gonna regret that..” he growled low in Bucky’s ear before nipping at it.

Bucky gasped, arching into the large man, “I told you to get out of...oh, my bed!” he was losing the battle, with the way Steve, nudged his knee aside pressing his hips into Bucky’s ass, hot breath fanning over his neck, tongue swiping over skin, hard member pressing into him. “Nnngh- fuck!” Bucky buried his face into the pillow under him, whimpering softly as Steve pressed in slow and sweet, stretching him open, filling him completely. 

Steve chuckled as he sank into him, “so good,” he huffed into his ear, “this what you wanted? Mmmnn? You wanted my attention?” He liked the way Bucky gasped, god he was getting addicted to that sound, the way muscles tensed under him, how Bucky dropped his head into the pillow under him, muttering his name over and over. Steve reached up, hand slipping along Bucky’s spine, up further to the base of his skull where he sank his fingers into those long dark locks and tugged. He nearly came as Bucky hissed, moaning loudly, bucking back into him, “tha-that's it.. Keep being a good boy…”

Being called a good boy was his undoing, Bucky came, body tensing as he did so and almost immediately becoming boneless as Steve drove into him, following suit and filling him. The blond carefully pulled out, dropping to the bed beside him. “Thought you had work?”

“Mmm?” Steve was currently riding a wave of pleasure, attempting to get his breathing under control.

“Work?”

“Work?” he repeated mindlessly, reaching over with his free hand and gripping Bucky’s thigh, “that counts..”

Bucky laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges and he pulled himself over to press a kiss to Steve’s lips, “Detective Rogers? I think that’s your phone buzzing on the floor?”

Steve bolted upright, twisting halfway and tumbling to the floor with a loud thud that made Bucky wince as a single foot stayed on the bed before it disappeared. 

The buzzing stopped, “yeah, ehh, yeah.. No, no, NO, I’m on my way in.. fuck I overslept. Yeah, be there in an hour...shit, shut up. I’ll bring you donuts. How bout that? Alright, yeah, an hour Barton…”

Bucky lounged, not even bothering to pull the covers up to cover himself, stretching tight muscles.

Steve tripped, growled as he tugged his jeans on and dug his shirt out from under the bed, leaning over to press a deep kiss to Bucky’s lips. Bucky hummed, thrilled when Steve’s big hands gripped his hips, “have a good day, I’ll see you later, love you.” Steve ran his fingers along Alpine’s head, chuckling softly.

And he was gone.

Leaving Bucky to sit in bed reeling at his parting words. 

“Fuck.” He clutched at the covers, dragging them back up over his naked body, feeling more vulnerable than he should have. It must have been a slip of the tongue. That was it, he watched as Alpine jumped onto the bed, curling into his lap with a content purr. 

He dropped back onto the bed, what the fuck was he supposed to do now?

[kozumebunny]

Unconventional (Atsumu-centric)

synopsis: It’s hard to love someone for his faults when his faults are the form of his boyfriend and his adultery. 

note: this is out of order. this is the middle of the story. I haven’t written the first part or the end but I have them fairly mapped out. This is poly atsuhina but this is atsumu centric. keep an eye out for part one and part three which I will probably post at the same time. also, some of these scenes are so so pretty to me so watch out because I’m going to draw and post some of these scenes.

containing: 2.2k, she her pronouns for reader, implied smut

ACT 2

Scene 1 - INT. THERAPIST OFFICE

Basic therapist office. Two couches across from each other. A coffee table sits in between them. There is only one cup of coffee on the table. We see the backs of three people on one couch: one woman sits to the far left. Two men sit to the far right. One is looking at her. In the space between them, we can see the couch across from them with a therapist, clipboard in her lap.

THERAPIST: These sessions are meant to help you, (y/n).  They want to work things out with you, why don’t you want to?

We see the woman. She is ISOLATED from everyone else. She is curled up on the couch, shoes off, picking at her toenails. She gives a half assed shrug.

(Y/N): I just can’t find it in me to care anymore.

SHOYO sits on the same couch as her but at the opposite end. He is WORRIED. ATSUMU sits next to him, hands intertwined, and he WATCHES her. Her face is looking at the ground, hair covering her face. She seems borderline CATATONIC.

SHOYO: (quietly) You said you still loved me.

(Y/N): (still not looking up) And I do. But it just hurts and I’m tired of stressing and caring.

ATSUMU: (He is starting to get annoyed) So, what? Yer fucking solution is to just shut down? Cry?

(Y/N): (She looks up and she is angry.) Fuck you Miya! You think I don’t know you’ve been laughing at me this whole goddamn time-

ATSUMU: (He angles his whole body to face her.) When have I fucking laughed? Sho and I have been nothing but patient this past year and you’ve been nothing but a fucking bitch-

THERAPIST: Atsumu, (y/n), please don’t yell in my office-

SHOYO: Atsumu, please she just needs time she’s hurt-

(Y/N): Fuck you Atsumu and fuck this. I’m tired of you acting like I’m at fault when you’re the one who Hinata-

(SHOYO: (offscreen) Shoyo, (y/n) please call me Sho-)

(Y/N): Just shut up Shoyo haven’t you done enough-

ATSUMU: oh fuck off, so what he cheated? He’s here trying to make things right and you’re just-

(Y/N) stands up. She’s putting her shoes on. She ignores ATSUMU staring at her. She ignores SHOYO’s pleas for her to stay and talk it out. The camera follows as she leaves the room, we watch SHOYO chase after her, desperately grabbing onto her sweater. He is CRYING. She stops, turns, and puts a hand on his face. Her mouth moves but we cannot hear her and we

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Scene 2 - EXT: CHERRY BLOSSOM STREET

It is a street, cobblestones, lined with cherry blossoms. There is no music. It is raw and romantic and heartbreaking. She sits in the middle of the empty street. Her back is to the camera. The cherry blossoms silently fall. A man with blonde hair and an undercut join her. He crouches. He has on a hat and sunglasses. And we CUT CLOSER, still facing their backs.

ATSUMU: I got you coffee.

He holds it out to her. She does not turn to acknowledge him or accept it.

ATSUMU: C’mon doll. Take the coffee.

She silently holds out her hand and he puts the cup of coffee in it.

ATSUMU: Remember when I first found you here? Shoyo was scared shitless that day. He came home, found the Dear John letter to me instead of him, a duffel, and a buncha yer clothes gone. He was terrified (Y/n). He loves you, you know that right?

(Y/N): (quietly) I don’t think I can really love him again Miya. It hurts so much.

ATSUMU: This is about him cheating, huh doll?

(Y/N): Yes and no.

ATSUMU: Oh? Don’t worry. You weren’t the side piece. I was. And truthfully, I was jealous of ya. Wanted to be the one kissin’ him and holdin’ his hand in public so bad.

(Y/N): It wasn’t teasing when you were talking about Hinata, was it?

ATSUMU: What’re ya talkin’ about?

(Y/N): A year and a half ago. Whenever you ran into me you’d have this smug look on your face when you’d help Hinata stretch. When you’d tell me whatever you and Hinata were supposedly up to during practice.

ATSUMU: (Y/N) we never fucked durin’ practice. Honest.

He brushes some hair behind her ear. She looks at him.

(Y/N): I’ve waited six years for Shoyo to take me on a date here. He promised me back in high school.

ATSUMU: (frowning) What’re you sayin’?

(Y/N): Remember when we first started working this out? And he’d just bail on every date for me for you?

ATSUMU: (Y/n) he didn’t-

(Y/N): He will always choose you Atsumu. Don’t ever doubt that.

She starts to look away. Her hair falls in her face again. ATSUMU cups her face and turns it to him. He puts his forehead against hers. It is intimate and raw.

ATSUMU: Then let’s call this a date. Screw Sho’s promise, I’ll make ya a promise.

His eyes flick to her lips. She is still staring at him.

ATSUMU: If Sho ever starts slippin’ showin ya love-

He angles her head to kiss her forehead, trailing his nose down her face back to her lips as he speaks--

ATSUMU: Count on me to pick up the slack. Yer important to Sho and he loves ya, so I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you around, yeah?

He kisses her once. Then again. And again. He starts peppering her face with kisses before his hands go to her neck, when she starts laughing.

ATSUMU: Oh? Yer ticklish? Why’d ya never tell me, huh?

(Y/N): (in between laughs) Stop that Atsumu!

ATSUMU stops. He stands up and pulls her with him, leading her back toward the city.

ATSUMU: Every date Sho’s missed, let me pick up the slack there too, yeah?

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Scene 3--Night Food Stall Market

I’ve been to a place like this once in Taiwan. It’s held in the middle of outdoor shopping centers that should be malls. The buildings are huge, you can mistake them for corporate office buildings, high rise hotels even, but on closer inspection you see clothes and mannequins in the windows. Nike. Reebok. Forever 21. Apple. They’re all there. It is busy. The spacious walkways between these buildings are crammed with lines of food stalls. There’s steam, food, and many people shouting out their foods. Some even have fish tanks to advertise how fresh their food is. Vendors wear anything from yukatas, uniforms, and street clothes. There are hardly any spaces to sit. It is bright colored and friendly. It makes you feel like a teenager, watching it all happen.

ATSUMU has his arm around (Y/N). He is guiding her through the night market. ATSUMU still wears a hat, no sunglasses.

ATSUMU: This beats moping all afternoon in the cherry blossom grove, huh doll?

(Y/N): (looking around, interested) It’s… interesting.

ATSUMU: (whining) Come oooooon doll! Just say good ol’ Tsumu picked out the best spot for a date!

(Y/N): (teasing) How many other girls have you been here with Miya?

ATSUMU: (horrified) Doll, I swear yer the only one-

(Y/N): (small smile) I’m teasing Miya.

ATSUMU: (surprised) Oh yeah? (teasing her back) Why don't you tease me with a little lap dance little one?

(Y/N): (blushing) We are in public Atsumu! (a swat to his chest)

ATSUMU looks up and starts sniffing the air. He is looking around, spots a vendor and walks over. It is a stall serving onigiri, we see OSAMU MIYA serving people onigiri in rapid succession.

ATSUMU: (yelling) ‘Samu! Cash me in some free onigiri!

OSAMU: (looking over) Price is doubled for family.

ATSUMU makes his way over dragging (Y/N) with him.

ATSUMU: (pleading) Come ooooon ‘Samu! For (y/n)? I’m taking her on a date ‘Samu.

ATSUMU looks at OSAMU with puppy dog eyes. OSAMU sighs and gives two rice balls on a tray to ATSUMU.

OSAMU: (irritated) Now will both of ya bug off?

ATSUMU: (eating, and handing one to (y/n)) ‘Anks ‘Amu!

ATSUMU leads her to a bench, still by the crowd, as she finishes eating her rice ball. They are people watching. ATSUMU is stealing glances at her.

ATSUMU: (staring at the crowd) Ya didn’t have a bag with ya this time. Why?

(Y/N): (quietly) I don’t know.

ATSUMU: Are ya gonna leave us doll?

(Y/N): (exhaling) it’s not even really you anymore, ‘Tsumu. It’s Hinata. It’s just hard. It hurts.

ATSUMU: Why don’t ya wanna talk to him?

(Y/N): It just hurts ‘Tsumu.

They sit in silence for a bit before ATSUMU pulls her up and walks around with her, leading through alleys, dancing with her to music drifting out from bars and shops. She is laughing and happy. They are relaxed, taking their time as ATSUMU leads them somewhere. He knows where he is going.

Eventually they come to a building, an apartment complex. ATSUMU has her face in his hands, nose to nose, he looks at her with quiet longing. 

ATSUMU: (whispering) I’ve had you for myself all day princess. Can I have ya for the night too?

(Y/N): Miya-

ATSUMU: Do you want this?

(Y/N): (hesitating) Yes, I do.

ATSUMU starts kissing her. We watch him push his back against the door, holding it open for the both of them before he goes into the elevator, lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist.

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Scene 4--Atsumu’s Apartment

(Y/N) is laying on top of ATSUMU’s chest. The lights are off and the tv is the only thing giving light. ATSUMU is idly tracing shapes down her back. He turns his head to talk to her.

ATSUMU: (quietly) You’ll go to therapy and talk to Sho tomorrow right?

(Y/N): Promise you’ll be there?

ATSUMU: Swear on it doll.

ATSUMU kisses her forehead.

ATSUMU: Good night princess.

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Scene 1--INT THERAPIST OFFICE

It’s the same set up. Two couches and a coffee table in between. Still one cup of coffee on the table. It’s different this time. (Y/N) sits at one side of the couch, ATSUMU sits in the middle, SHOYO on the other side of ATSUMU.

THERAPIST: And what made you decide to take a chance on Atsumu?

(Y/N): He’s never hurt me and I don’t think he ever would.

THERAPIST: And Shoyo?

(Y/N) lets out an exhale. She curls her hands in her lap inwards. ATSUMU rubs his thumb over one of the hands.

(Y/N): Yeah. I’ll talk to Shoyo.