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[Riconti] The Long Con (part 4/6)

Aka the "how far can I push the T rating?" chapter. Rated T | 3.9k words | ao3 link [previous] [next]

When the day started rolling over into the evening, Ace was still chatting with Felix. 

They'd moved out of the big tent a couple hours ago. It had gotten pretty crowded as the festival filled up with locals just getting off work, and Felix admitted he struggled with the noise when the chatter got louder and the drinking songs started in earnest. He'd also seemed to have accepted the fact that Lauren and her husband were not, in fact, planning on coming back.

That woman really was the world's best wingman.

They'd stopped by a few of the smaller breweries before Felix led them to an honest to god wine tent that had Ace nearly crying from joy. Ace had never tasted Bavarian wine before and he'd savored his two glasses while Felix downed at least twice that amount at a somewhat alarming pace. 

They were currently exploring the rest of the festival at a leisurely pace, walking and talking and enjoying the relative quiet of the outdoor areas compared to the crowded tents.

And the effects of the alcohol were clearly starting to show on Felix.

"Anyway," Ace said, continuing his latest story, "she completely drank me under the table, and—"

“Oh!” Felix exclaimed, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the street.

Ace followed suit, turning on his heel and looking at Felix in question. But rather than pointing out another business associate he wanted to avoid or a beer he wanted to try, Felix unceremoniously reached out and grabbed Ace's hand.

Ace's eyebrows rose in surprise even as a smile spread across his face. Hand-holding wasn't something he'd expected Felix to initiate, but it was a very welcome surprise nonetheless.

…Except Felix proceeded to reach for Ace's elbow with his other hand, tugging down the still rolled up sleeve of his shirt and then just…stared at it. Confused, Ace simply stood there and let him.

“These are card suits?” Felix finally asked, smiling and seeming strangely happy about the discovery. “I only noticed now.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ace said. “I like sneaking aces into my outfits sometimes. Meg thinks it’s the most unfunny thing ever.”

Felix looked up to meet his eyes, still smiling, and then seemed to realize how intimate their position was and dropped Ace’s hand like burned. “Ah, sorry, I—”

“Oh, no, I’m just glad someone appreciates the look,” Ace hurried to defuse. “Especially after spending the entire morning getting sassed for my fashion choices.”

“Why? You’re very good-looking," Felix said, then choked and floundered, "I meant, ähm—your outfit. It looks good. On you."

Felix's face was steadily flushing red, yet his eyes very obviously flicked down to the open buttons of Ace’s shirt (which Ace may or may not have purposefully popped more of as the day progressed).

“Why, thank you," Ace said, stepping closer with a sly smile. He reached up to straighten Felix's pocket square. “I think your 'outfit' is really handsome, too.”

Ace looked up to meet Felix's eye, hands still lingering on his chest and feeling the rapid beating of his heart even through the layers of clothing. Felix was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth and his blue eyes looked almost black in the fading sunlight.

Felix swallowed. "Would…do you want to…?"

"Hmm?" Ace tilted his head, giving his best bedroom eyes.

"...Try some Bratwurst?" Felix finished.

Ace blinked. He had a few seconds to wonder whether that was some sort of innuendo until Felix's gaze focused on something over Ace's shoulder.

"There's a booth right there and I'm getting hungry," Felix explained, eyes still on the supposed wiener shop.

Ace forced a smile and stepped back. "Sure thing."

—

Felix insisted on paying and Ace had to admit that it was pretty nice to have a snack after the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed on a near-empty stomach.

Unfortunately, the greasy sausages seemed to awaken Felix's appetite for food rather than Argentinian con men. And because Felix had a foot on Ace in height and probably twenty pounds in muscle, he not only drank a lot, but also ate a lot.

There were fries. Candied apples. More sausage. The chocolate bananas Ace had teased Meg about earlier.

And Ace kept helplessly trailing after a half-drunk Felix, like a lost puppy hoping to go home with the nice human once the day was over.

But the game wasn't lost yet. Felix kept smiling and talking to Ace as they ate and walked around, treating him to anything he wanted—which wasn't much, because Ace was still hoping to get lucky tonight and having massive heartburn from the greasy festival foods would put a real downer on that. 

Felix insisted on gifting Ace one of the gingerbread hearts he'd seen people around the festival wear as a necklace. And even if it just said "Greetings from Oktoberfest" rather than the "I love you" ones that were also available, Ace took it as a good sign.

They'd just made their way to stand in line at yet another food stall—pretzels or something, Ace didn't really care—with Ace tactfully trying to hint that it was getting late and Felix staring at his gingerbread necklace like he was contemplating eating that too.

"Felix! Ace!"

At the sound of their names being called, Ace whipped around and saw Daniel and Lauren walking over from one of the nearby tents.

Well; Daniel was walking and a giggling Lauren was being half-dragged after him.

"Oh, hey guys!" Ace greeted them.

Felix said nothing, but out of the corner of his eye, Ace saw him narrowing his eyes at his friends.

Thankfully, Daniel didn't seem bothered. "I see you're getting into the Bavarian spirit," he said, glancing at Ace's necklace.

"Ha! You could say that." Ace grinned. "Someone really wanted to buy—"

"Hey, Felix!" Lauren suddenly exclaimed. 

Before anyone got a word in, Lauren stumbled forward and practically tackled Felix. He lost his balance and bumped into Ace—who briefly worried he was going to get flattened into a pancake if they fell—before managing to right himself.

"Lauren!" Felix hissed, grabbing her by the shoulders. "What the fuck?" he demanded in German.

"Just kiss him already!" Lauren slurred. "I saw you chickening out earlier."

"Are you spying on us!?" Felix snapped, the tips of his ears red from embarrassment.

"Schatzi, I think it's time to go home," Daniel said, gently dislodging Lauren from Felix. He looked at Felix and Ace in turn. "I'm so sorry, we really should be going. It was nice to meet you, Ace."

"Very nice," Lauren agreed with a lopsided grin. "See you next time."

"Oh, uh…" Ace faltered, knowing that there wouldn't be a next time. "It was nice meeting you both too. Get home safe."

Felix was glaring at the couple even more now. "Goodnight," he spat.

With that, Daniel and Lauren weaved into the crowd, leaving Felix and Ace standing awkwardly in silence. They weren't even in line for the food anymore, but Felix didn't seem to care; maybe being tackled by a drunk German woman was what he needed to get rid of the munchies.

"So…" Ace spoke up. He knew an opening when he saw one. "I'll admit my German skills are nonexistent, but I'm pretty sure I know what 'Küss' means."

"I, ehm," Felix stammered. "She's… I'm sorry, she gets like this when we're drinking together," he spoke, the words rushed. "She thinks I've been single for too long, but with Klara, it's—it's not easy, and… Sheiße, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this."

Felix closed his eyes and huffed a dejected sigh: like he'd already prepared himself for rejection before Ace even got a chance to respond.

So it was only natural for Ace to lay his hand on Felix's bicep and gently squeeze—a gesture that looked innocent enough where any bystanders were concerned, but packed a wholly different meaning with the conversation they were having.

And based on the wide-eyed look of surprise Ace received, Felix knew that too.

"Don't be sorry," Ace said. "I know what it's like: a middle-aged widower isn't exactly dropping any panties. Or boxers." Ace grinned wryly.

Felix's eyes found Ace's and he swallowed. "I wouldn't say that."

"Oh?" Ace's smile widened. "Well, for the record, I happen to find flustered single dads very attractive."

He stepped closer, his chest touching Felix's arm, but Felix immediately tensed.

"I—" Felix said. "It's just… I have Klara, and I don't… I can't—"

"Hey, it's okay. Your little girl comes first, that's a given," Ace said. "I've got my obligations too, and we're leaving the county in a few days anyway."

Felix nodded stiffly, though Ace could see his posture deflating in disappointment. Ace only had one more trick up his sleeve and he could only hope he was still smooth enough to pull it off.

"But…'' Ace stood up on his toes and leaned in, until he could murmur into Felix's ear. "What about just one night?"

A choked sound escaped Felix's throat. When Ace pulled back, Felix was looking at him with wide eyes and his entire face was flushed a pretty shade of pink. 

Then, Felix's large hand wrapped around Ace's wrist. "Follow me."

Ace tried not to look too smug as Felix dragged him along. Clearly, he still had it.

—

Ace was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be here.

Felix had led him behind a souvenir booth and weaved between two of the smaller tents, miraculously finding a secluded corner that looked to house construction materials for building the festival.

Or something. Ace didn't exactly get a good look, because Felix immediately pulled him close and shoved a tongue in his mouth, and taking in the scenery was the last thing on Ace's mind.

The quaint little gingerbread necklace didn't survive the force of a pent-up passionate German. As soon as the heart cracked when Felix pressed close, Ace tossed the thing over his shoulder and wrapped his hands around Felix's neck to pull him down and deepen the kiss.

Felix didn't protest.

In fact, Felix kissed like he'd been holding this back for the entire six hours since they met. His hands ran over Ace's shoulders and down his back, occasionally gripping his hips and squeezing. His mouth was absolutely devouring Ace's, hot and a little sloppy from the alcohol, his tongue teasingly pushing against Ace's. And Ace…

Well, it had been a long time since Ace got any action and even longer since he'd been with anyone as attractive as Felix.

So he returned the kiss just as enthusiastically, already half-hard in his pants from simply caressing Felix's firm body and kissing his soft lips. When Ace's wandering hands found Felix's ass and squeezed, there was a loud moan and he couldn't tell which of them the sound came from.

To be fair, it was a very moan-worthy ass.

Felix didn't give him much time to grope, opting instead to step back and tug Ace with him, until his back bumped into a stack of crates or a wall or…fuck, it didn't matter, because Felix's large hands immediately dropped down to cup Ace's ass in revenge, pulling him close until they were pressed together from chest to hip.

Ace hummed his approval against Felix's lips and sneaked a hand under the hem of Felix's shirt to explore the soft skin of his back. Felix moaned from the touch and sucked on Ace's tongue, pressing a thigh between Ace's legs and—

Ace groaned and bowed his head, hiding his face in the crook of Felix's neck as the muscle of the thick thigh provided delicious friction for the throbbing in his groin. He grabbed a fistful of Felix's shirt and panted open-mouthed against the skin of Felix's neck, desperately clinging to his remaining self-control to not grind against that wonderful pressure.

Thankfully, Felix had mercy. He straightened his leg and moved his hands back to Ace's waist, drastically reducing the odds of the night ending much too soon.

Ace chucked breathlessly. "Sorry, it's been a while." He looked up at Felix, a snarky comment ready on his tongue…

And instantly forgot it as soon as he saw the state Felix was in.

Felix's hair was messy and his eyes half-lidded, his kiss-swollen lips panting as he caught his breath. Ace could feel a prominent bulge pressing against his hip and when he curiously shifted against it, Felix's head fell back and his pretty blue eyes slid shut, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Ace barely resisted the urge to drop to his knees on the spot.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Ace said instead, his voice still embarrassingly breathless.

Felix's eyes cracked open just enough to meet Ace's and a small smirk spread over his lips: like after several liters of alcohol, six hours of flirting, and literally having Ace's tongue down his throat, he finally felt confident enough to accept the compliment.

"I could say the same," Felix said, a teasing glint in his eye that made Ace's already high-strung libido do all sorts of funny things.

Then, Felix's expression softened and he straightened to his full height, making Ace have to tilt his head even more to look up at him. Felix's hand brushed against Ace’s temple, over the strands of silver that had grown in over the last few years, his eyes curiously following the movement.

"You're beautiful," Felix simply said. 

The words were so earnest that Ace didn't know what to do with them. His mouth opened and closed and his cheeks felt warm with embarrassment and pride alike. Sure, Ace knew he looked good for his age, but you weren't supposed to call another man beautiful.

And yet, Felix didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest. He just kept gently stroking Ace's hair before dropping his gaze to meet Ace's.

Felix's expression could only be described as pure lust as he looked deep into Ace's eyes and murmured, "Come home with me."

The air left Ace's lungs in a shaky breath and his knees went a little weak even as arousal surged through every vein in his body. He couldn't remember when he last felt this shamelessly, undeniably wanted.

"Yeah," Ace immediately agreed.

And just as soon after, he mentally shook himself. This was still business first, pleasure second: Ace was supposed to be the one seducing Felix, not the other way around. 

Ace cleared his throat and took half a step back. "I mean, yes, let me just text Meg first so she doesn't worry. Where did you say your place was?"

Felix leaned back against the wall with a small huff. "Coburg. West side," he rattled off, sounding impatient. "It's called the Richter Manor, it has a Wikipedia page if she wants to know the—hnng."

Felix groaned as Ace caressed down the front of his pants to soothe some of that impatience.

"Well, hello." Ace leered. "That's quite the package you've got for me."

Felix took a shuddering breath and ground against Ace's hand just a little, like he couldn't help himself. "Hurry. Please."

Pulling away from a flushed, aroused and begging Felix was much more difficult than it had any right to be, but somehow Ace managed the task. He quickly turned his back to Felix to resist the temptation and instead pulled out his phone.

Ace grimaced while he typed the message. Meg was going to be even angrier that he was putting all his eggs in one basket—he could practically hear her screaming, "Rule five, Ace, dammit!"—but hopefully Ace could grab her something shiny from Felix's supermansion as an apology.

When Ace was mid-message, there was…a noise. A very familiar, horrible noise of someone choking followed by a splatter of liquid on the ground.

Ace's heart sank into his stomach and he quickly turned back to Felix only to have his fears confirmed; Felix was hunched over by a corner, trembling and breathing heavily. 

And throwing up. Repeatedly.

"Ugh," Felix groaned once he finished retching. Then he nearly tripped on his feet as he tried to steady himself, clumsily leaning against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut from the nausea.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You okay?" Ace asked.

"Yes," Felix rasped, then groaned and covered his face with his hand. "No. Sorry. I feel…"

Felix promptly turned back to hurl some more, effectively ruining all of Ace's plans for the evening. Now he'd have nothing to show to Meg, and they wouldn't have enough money to survive—

Unless…

Felix's wallet peeked out from his back pocket and his expensive watch glimmered on his wrist where he was bracing a hand on the wall for support.

Time to improvise.

Ace quickly walked up to stand behind Felix and gently patted his back. "It's okay," Ace said, keeping his voice low and soothing. "That's it, get it all out." 

He trailed his hand up and down Felix's bent back in a comforting gesture—and with his other hand, of course, slowly slid the wallet out of Felix's pocket. 

"There you go," Ace crooned. He quickly tucked the wallet into his waistcoat's inner pocket. "You'll feel better once all the liquor's gone."

"I'm sorry," Felix managed hoarsely.

"Don't worry about it," Ace said, when what he really meant was “Thanks for at least not throwing up in my mouth earlier.” "Happens to the best of us," he added.

Felix was in no shape to reply; all the alcohol he'd consumed really seemed to have hit him full-force at once. He vomited up one more time before slowly righting himself and then just stood there, trembling and swaying on his feet.

"Come on," Ace said, grabbing Felix's wrist. "Let's get you into a cab."

He led Felix back to the festival area and navigated through the crowd until they reached an exit. Felix stumbled a few times but was thankfully steady enough on his feet that Ace didn't have to support six-feet-something of dead weight by himself.

He also didn't protest the hand-holding, which made it much easier for Ace to unclasp his watch while they walked. And when Ace picked one of the many vacant taxis by the festival exit and gently shoved Felix into it, the watch practically slid into Ace's pocket on its own.

Felix didn’t seem to notice at all; in fact he just groaned and immediately slumped against the leather seat of the car. His eyes were shut and he looked about ten seconds away from passing out.

The cab driver looked at Ace in question.

"Uh, Coburg," Ace told the driver, because apparently Felix wasn't going to. "West side, Richter manor."

Ace was half prepared to look up the damn Wikipedia page for directions. But to his relief, the driver merely nodded and motioned for him to close the door; Ace supposed the prospect of a two-hour cab fare to Coburg was enough to entice him.

Ace shut the door without a goodbye and watched the cab drive off. Hopefully Felix would make it home safely.

Ace groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "Rule one, idiot."

Oh, well. That was the last he'd ever see of Felix, so getting a little fond of the guy hardly mattered. Ace got what he came for.

He reached into his pocket and gripped the watch with a smirk. Time to show off his haul to Meg.

—

Back at their hostel, Meg had already lined up her meager spoils on her bed. She'd managed to yoink a couple phones and a smart watch, along with a purse which unfortunately only contained makeup and a few twenties.

They both knew it wasn't anywhere near enough to make up for the cost of the trip. Ace thanked his luck that he'd managed to pull off his own plan, or they'd be in serious trouble.

"I could have easily gotten more stuff," Meg explained, on the defensive before Ace had even said anything. "But the concert tent was filling up and I kinda had a good seat, so…"

"Oh, don't you worry!" Ace said, slapping her on the back with a grin. "It's about time you took a night off. And fortunately for you, you've got the legendary Ace Visconti to cover your back!"

Meg snorted. "You're in a suspiciously good mood. What happened to your boyfriend?"

"Things actually went really well," Ace said. "I completely charmed him and he dragged me behind the tents for a makeout session—"

Meg grimaced. "Eww."

"—And asked me to come home with him," Ace kept going, pretending not to hear her. "But then he unfortunately had a little…puking incident."

"As anyone would, after kissing you," Meg snarked.

"Of course, being the gentleman that I am, I got him into a cab and sent him home,'' Ace said. "Naturally, I also stole some of his personal belongings in the process—completely unnoticed, as always.”

At that, Meg visibly perked up. "For real?"

"Ta-da!" Ace exclaimed, presenting Meg with Felix's leather wallet and luxury watch.

"What the fuck? That's even worse than mine!" Meg said. "A basic-ass steel watch and a credit card that's gonna get shut down in an hour when he notices."

"Steel?" Ace scoffed, then pointed at the watch. "This, my dear Megan, is platinum."

Meg hummed thoughtfully. "If you say so.” She didn’t quite have an eye for appraisal yet, but she’d get there one day. “What's with the fugly keychain?"

"What? There's no—"

Ace looked at the items he was holding and to his horror, realized that Felix's keys were dangling from the wallet, apparently having been wedged inside it sometime during the evening.

And that wasn't a problem—Felix probably owned about twelve spare house keys like every other ridiculous rich person.

But attached to the keys was the stupid, ugly keychain that Felix's daughter made for him.

“Shit,” Ace said, his chest feeling heavy with dread.

Now, make no mistake: anybody who knew Ace would probably agree that he was a bad person. He lied, he stole, and he screwed over anyone without hesitation or remorse as long as it benefited him in some way.

Ace knew Felix would hate him in the morning. Hell, he probably already did, because he'd tried to pay for his cab and realized just what Ace had done. And Ace was okay with being hated—he had to be, because this was what he did to survive. The only way he knew how to survive.

But this? This was too far. Even if everything else on Ace's part had been a lie, the moment they'd shared talking about Meg and Klara had been real. He had no right taking something that had this much sentimental value.

Ace bit back what would have probably been a hysterical laugh. Out of all the immoral things he'd done in his life, it was a dumb, insignificant keychain that suddenly made him have a conscience.

But his mind was already made up. One way or another, Ace was going to return it to its owner.

Meg sighed long and loud. "You're gonna do something stupid again, aren't you?"

Ace smiled. "You know me too well."

[butterflies-and-blades]

Session 18: Hello, Goodbye

The pain quickly faded--a passing ghost everywhere besides my hands, where it stayed. I wiped my cheeks. A few dark spots speckled one side of my griffon's face from where tears had soaked into the fabric. I took the corner of my blanket and tried to blot them away. Tried to use it to distract from the lingering tremors running from my chest to my fingertips. I sat up and held on to Griffon, waiting for it to eventually come to a stop.

Which it did, after a long stretch of focusing on the line of tinted sunlight that slipped past the break between my curtains, spilling onto the area rug that brought some softness to the hardwood floors. I thought about what Verca said yesterday about finding ways to ground myself.

Still holding Griffon, I went out to the living room. Amongst the spread of blankets and pillows on the floor where Verca and Talo had been pseudo-camping out, I almost didn't see the breast plate beside Verca's place on the floor, still asleep. The thought of accidentally smashing my bare feet into that was not a pleasant one.

I looked over at Talo, who was already up working on their potions. "Do you know how this got here?"

They turned their head. "I didn't even see it until now."

Dad stepped out of the kitchen adjacent to the living room. "He didn't have any. I thought it would help," he said.

Verca woke after that. Like us, he was surprised by Dad's gift but appreciative.

Talo commented that they had once again returned to a night of upsetting dreams. Verca half chuckled to himself; there was a sourness in the sound. "You, too? I'm guessing we all had an eventful night, then?" He and Talo looked at me.

I hugged my griffon tighter. My eyes darted to the fireplace, focusing on the ivy and floral carvings on either side of it instead of them. "It..." I paused, trying to decide what to say. "It was something."

Verca described his dream first. There was a constantly changing room with a statue at its center. He told us how a spear had been lodged in the statue--a spear that he now had with him.

I have said before that very little should surprise me about Verca anymore. But the second instance of him finding something in his dreams and it suddenly becoming corporeal in the waking world felt like a particularly odd pattern. The first time it happened, it had been a shock--primarily because of the curse, which he was confident the spear lacked--, but the second made it feel connected. There must be a reason things keep coming to him like this.

Despite Talo's and my concern about the trend, Verca insisted that the materialization of the spear was not the oddest part of the dream. Rather, he said it was whatever seemed to be awakened or released from the statue when he pulled the spear free.

Like the room, the statue had changed as he approached it. The body of the figure remained the same, but its visage cycled through a series of three faces: one bulbous and covered in boils, another sharp and stone-like--in a way that went beyond the stone of the statue itself--, and the third that Verca called the most upsetting of the trio. He described the face as cold and filled with hatred. Otherwise, it was normal, which was perhaps why he found it so unsettling.

"It was almost like it was waiting for revenge," Verca said.

Assuming we were right about these figures being released, we agreed that we couldn't leave them to become other people's problems. But we also didn't have any more information than the fact that this would probably because an issue, so we were left in a waiting game on that front.

Talo described their dream next. They had been confronted by Morpheus again, but that turned out to have been orchestrated as a punishment. The goddess Talo had been interacting with lately--somewhere along the line, it had been presumed that she was Melora, but I do not actually recall being told that the goddess had confirmed that herself--had let Morpheus through in retaliation for Talo trying to stand up to her yesterday.

They explained that she demanded Talo get Dad's staff. It sounded more like a threat.

Confused, I looked between them and Dad. "I can't image you without that staff, though. You've always had it."

"Things have been discussed," he said. There was unfamiliar, serious edge to his voice. It showed in his eyes, too--in the way he looked over Talo.

Apparently, he had tasked Talo with proving they can--or will--fight.

"How will this 'proving' be done, anyways?" they asked.

Dad said, "There's a creature in these woods. A creature that does not belong here, but I cannot remove it myself. So you three are going to deal with it."

I frowned. Just yesterday, he had told us that he had turned into a dragon. If he could do that, I was not sure what could be so beyond Dad's abilities that we would have a chance at managing.

After Dad finished describing his test, it slipped out that his intention was to see if Talo and Verca were capable of "taking care" of me. I can't imagine that he had intended that to be shared information because it had hurt to hear. It was a different pain than being stabbed or blindly slashed through; it was soft and fluid, reaching into the cracks and freezing inside--expanding in a place that didn't have the give to expand in turn. Too much like that root-bound plant.

"I can take care of myself," I insisted. It felt like a lie; I remembered Greston and Sala--I hadn't been able to stop that. But I still wanted it to be true. I wanted him to believe in me. To believe that I could be enough--that I was more than someone who needed others' protection.

Dad's face softened. "I need to know they can keep you alive," he corrected himself. He tried to emphasize the importance of that. I squeezed Griffon tighter.

"Where are we going for this test?" Talo asked.

Dad turned his attention to them. "That's a part of the test." He pulled out a massive, black feather--far bigger than anything I had ever seen before. Dad handed it to Talo. It was our job to track down the creature, and this feather was our starting point.

We couldn't jump straight to searching for this monster that we knew next to nothing about, though. First, we had to say goodbye to Da one more time.

"It will be a small ceremony," Dad said. He looked to Verca and Talo. "The three of us will probably be in the distance, and you will be further ahead with his sons and wife."

He smiled for the first time that morning. "But first: breakfast. I made pancakes."

The entire time we were eating, I was thinking about meeting Da's family and the different ways that could play out.

With breakfast finished, Dad took us into the woods. I put Griffon in the Bag of Holding as we moved outside. Da had mentioned Dandruin before, so I had assumed we would be going in that direction--which also meant that I had anticipated finding a road and going on a long walk to the city which I had only heard of in passing. But we didn't wander on to any major paths or roads at all. Dad instead stopped after only a few minutes of walking at a large tree.

He brought a hand up, resting it on the moss-covered and mushroom-scattered trunk. The branches above us reached over a broader area than any of the nearby trees. Flowery vines draped from the sky like pale pink and lilac garland.

Next to Dad's hand, the trunk split at its center--opening like an animal yawning at the beginning of a long, sleepless night. And in that open mouth was more trees but without any of the flowers of home.

Dad gestured forward. One by one, we stepped through this tree and came out another. I was halfway between the two when it occurred to me that no one had asked about my dream. That was a shard of relief.

On the other side, there was a cabin further ahead--just past the sightline of the tree that had brought us there. The rest of the trees at the perimeter were dense. There weren't any butterflies.

"We'll be here," Dad said to me.

My feet felt like they were a part of the forest floor. I didn't know what to do. "Do I just go up and knock?" I asked, hesitant. I felt so out of place. "And you're just going to stay behind?"

Dad said that they could ask if they could join if that would make me more comfortable, but I didn't want to intrude. At the same time though, I worried about Dad. As far as I could tell, Da had been his best friend. I didn't want him to feel shut out, either.

"More are welcome." A feminine voice interrupted my awkward rambling. I froze and with wide eyes followed the direction her words had come from.

A tall, dark skinned elven woman with white hair stood to the side. It was a surprise that we hadn't seen her sooner. She introduced herself as Sylvaera, "Zel's wife." It was weird hearing Da called that. When I was younger, Dad had only referred to him by his full name--Dad had always had a thing for full names. Eventually, with enough of Da's complaining, "Zahzel" had been shortened to "Zah" but never "Zel."

She asked if she could hug me. Unlike with Dad or Da or even Verca, I couldn't force myself forward this time. Wordlessly, I shook my head no.

"It's okay," she said. "It's okay to say no."

Like when we got there, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't want to misstep and risk losing the invitation I had been granted to be a part of Da's farewell.

"Who are your friends?" asked Sylvaera.

I awkwardly introduced Verca and Talo, who acted just as uncomfortable as me when they each said hello.

There had been a feline animal behind Sylvaera that I didn't notice until its shape started changing. Bones and muscles moved underneath flesh. Hair withdrew into skin. It rose on its hind legs, quickly growing taller and taller. Where the feline had been curled up stood a half-elf man dressed in greens and browns.

His name was Eadrun. He was the older of the sons that Dad had spoken of earlier, and he said the younger was around somewhere. Eadrun called him "the other horn breaker." I remembered when Da had come home missing both of his horns, not just the one. I had still felt guilty for what happened to the first and had decided not to ask about the second. Sometimes, when I was little, I imagined different scenarios to explain the missing piece. Despite its simplicity, my favorite that I often came back to was the idea that Da had just wanted them to match and did it to himself. That or he clumsily fell off Coriander while trying to dismount.

Both Sylvaera and Eadrun had some kind of understanding of who I was. I apologized to each of them for not knowing anything about them. Da had only ever said that he had another family somewhere else--never any details.

It also turned out that, apparently, Eadrun and Talo vaguely knew of each other because he had known Talo's parents. He was offended to learn that their parents had not spoken much of him, though.

"I'm surprised that you are more upset about your friends not talking about you than you are your father," I said, genuinely trying to understand the situation. Of whom we had met, they both were more accepting than I expected. I'm not sure why I had that expectation; perhaps I was worried they would see me as a threat to their family.

Eadrun looked to Dad. "That was all because of him." Dad dropped his gaze, and when he didn't add anything, Eadrun continued. "He didn't want you to feel like you were missing out on anything."

I couldn't find the words for a proper response. "Oh." I don't know how things would have been different if Da had ever been able to talk about his family. I don't even know what he might have wanted to say.

After that, I remembered that I needed to be more careful about my teeth. I had nicked the inside of my lips too many times to count with the newly developed fangs, but I still kept forgetting how easy they were to see when I talked. It was sloppy. I need to be better about keeping my mouth shut.

My effort to be more conscious of my fangs came too late, however. Eadrun noticed, and the conversation veered when he started talking about dhampirs. The context appeared vampire-related, but I had never heard the term before. He referenced knowing two individuals who seemed to be one of these dhampirs, and he almost asked a question before wondering aloud "if that would be insensitive" and deciding he should ask someone named Cress.

Eventually, he explained that dhampirs were people who were only partially vampires for one reason or another. His theory was that the determining factor for which a person became was based on whether they were alive or dead when turned. Someone he knew named Tasha had a vampiric parent, and this Cress person had apparently been turned somehow after he had died. I did not ask for the logistics--partially because I did not want to pry and partially because I was still mortified that he had noticed the fangs in the first place. His theory opened a complicated door, anyways.

"It's less of a binary than it seems," I said, averting my gaze.

"Well," Eadrun said, changing the subject, "I'm going to go find the one you've actually met before, since he's sulking and won't leave the house." He turned and walked inside.

Verca smiled. "I think I like him."

A few minutes later, Eadrun returned with a man notably younger than himself--likely closer to our ages. He was a red tiefling with black horns that were curvier than Da's but more upright than Verca's. Watching him follow Eadrun towards us, I was unable to look away. I knew staring was rude, but I couldn't stop myself; it was like watching a younger version of Da approach.

Aside from the uncanny resemblance, something else itched at the back of my mind. An old memory slid to the surface--not one that had necessarily been buried; it had simply gathered dust over the years. I was very young, probably not much older than I was when everything else happened. There was a meeting, but we weren't home. I remembered traveling rather frequently with Dad before we settled down--it was why the wagon story was so easy to believe. I think this was the last place we stayed before moving into our cabin. This was a cabin, too, but it was surrounded my unfamiliar plant life that was much weirder than anything at home. Da had been there. That had been before he was Da, though, and he had brought a kid about my age. We had played while the adults talked in another room. 

"Maeve?" asked the man, a curious lightness in his voice and a slight tilt to his head. He was familiar--as familiar as someone can be after nearly twenty years--but I couldn't place his name in return.

He was amused, watching the struggle play across my face.

I gave up. "I'm...sorry. I can't..."

"It's okay. We were young. I'm Van. Dad talked a lot about you, especially during training."

"All good things, I hope." I rubbed the edge of a glove between my fingers.

There was a pause. Van looked over his shoulder at their cabin, then back to me. "One second," he said. "I think I have something for you." And he jogged inside.

When he came back, he was carrying a very familiar shield. Sleek black metal. The image of a raven emblazoned on the front. It was the same shield Da had during the fight with Sala yesterday and the same shield he had used as long as I had known him.

"I think he would have wanted you to have it," Van said. "Especially since none of us use shields."

I was speechless and looked to Eadrun and Sylvaera, expecting someone to object. No one did. "Are you sure?" I asked. Van nodded. I carefully stepped closer and took the shield from him. "Thank you."

I held on to it like it was my stuffed griffon throughout the entire funeral.

Back at home, I waited until we were all settled inside to ask Talo if they could identify the shield. I had never seen Da do anything more than use it as a regular shield, but he was the kind of person who always had weird magical items on his person. "Just in case," I said.

Talo took a look at it right away. I thanked them.

After ten minutes, they looked up, frowning. "It's an old piece, but it's missing something."

I didn't understand. It looked the same way it had since I was little. Talo pointed to the raven's eye on the front of the shield and suggested we ask someone at the Raven Queen temple in Dandruin. Although Da had told us to go there, the thought made me squirm.

Trying to avoid the subject as I fastened the shield on my arm, I said we should start working on that test of Dad's.

Talo, Verca, and I went outside. As a team, we pressed into the forest, looking for any trace of the creature the massive feather had come from. Meanwhile, I also played around with the bracers--trying to see how they interacted with the shield. The first time I summoned the bracers' sword and shield, the gold light wrapped around Da's shield before sinking into the dark metal. When they were dismissed, Da's shield disappeared alongside them. And when they were called upon again, the shield came, too.

We were walking in the forest for a long time. Talo guided the general path while I pointed out any hidden obstacles that I had discovered exploring the area as a kid for them to avoid and Verca kept track of the broken branches and stray feathers in the trees above.

In the distance, long, echoing caws sounded around us from every direction. Ahead of us, the trees became more scattered. The rocky base of a mountain sat in the nearby distance.

Verca pointed to the tracks we had been following. "Whatever this is had four legs in addition to its wings." Each imprint in the soil was like that of a massive bird of prey--three talons facing forward and one facing backward. The tracks led into the large opening of a cave at the bottom of the mountain. For a second, we paused there, but waiting was not going to change anything to come inside this cave. I pushed ahead.

There was a calm in fighting. I wanted that.

It was uncomfortably hot inside the cave. The bottoms of my feet nearly burned against the stone. And although we could not see anything alive in the immediate vicinity, it felt like we were being watched--a feeling that was only increased by the cawing that continued to echo around us like the swirling wind of an oncoming storm. A deep sense of wrongness emanated from every corner of the cave.

When it got too dark for Talo to see, I cast Light on the front of my shield, illuminating the area ahead. But even with that light, the space felt too dark. It was like the light had been denied permission to enter.

We pushed ahead. The already large path opened into an even bigger cavern. A faint orange glow pulsed in the corner of the room, but the oppressive darkness continued to obscure the light.

In another corner, one by one, a cluster of red eyes opened--each trained on us. Four massive avian legs carried the beast further into sight. Behind it, its wings were dark curtains that obstructed most of our view behind it. A curled, feathery tail swished low in the air—the threat of a predator who saw us as no more than pests to be played with. And most upsetting was the beak with sharp mandibles on either side, which opened to release the loudest, mind-ringing shriek I had ever heard. 

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Author: Kevin Carson Topics: health care, rights

The health-care industry is a textbook example of what Ivan Illich, in Tools for Conviviality, called a “radical monopoly.” State intervention artificially skews the model of service toward the most expensive kind of stuff. For example, the patent system encourages an R&D effort focused mainly on tweaking existing drugs just enough to claim that they’re “new,” and justify getting a new patent on them (the so-called “me too” drugs). Most medical research is carried out in prestigious medical schools, clinics and research hospitals whose boards of directors are also senior managers or directors of drug companies. And the average general practitioner’s knowledge of new drugs comes from the Pfizer or Merck rep who drops by now and then.

The government having made some forms of treatment artificially lucrative with its patent system and licensing cartel, the standards of practice naturally gravitate toward where the money is. The newly patented “me too” drugs crowd out drugs that are almost (if not entirely) as good, so that the cost of medicine is many times higher than necessary. The licensing cartel requires diagnosis and treatment by someone with an MD’s level of training, when something much less might be all that’s needed.

Result: Illich’s radical monopoly. The state-sponsored crowding-out makes other, cheaper (and often more appropriate) forms of treatment less usable, and renders cheaper (but adequate) treatments artificially scarce.

In the typical metropolitan area, healthcare is likely to be cartelized among a handful of big hospitals, with several hundred beds each. They are likely to share essentially the same pathological institutional culture: multiple tiers of prestige-salaried management, excessive credentialling and “professionalization” of all aspects of work, and smarmy corporate garbage like “mission statements.” As Paul Goodman wrote in People or Personnel, this pattern, typical of the large corporation and the centralized government agency, has become the dominant form of organization in our society. It has spread to contaminate even the cooperative and non-profit sectors.

That’s why you can’t pick up your local newspaper’s “Society” section without seeing the usual suspects from the chamber of commerce--people who would be lined up for the guillotine in an ideal world--walking with pink ribbons, kissing pigs for diabetes, or playing tug-of-war with a giant check. Charity, rather than something workers do for each other (as they did in the sick benefit societies, burial societies, and other mutuals of a century ago), has become a hobby for the provincial celebrities in the local Rotary Club and Junior League, or a competition between local CEOs to see who can take credit for the biggest Red Cross blood donations or contributions to the United Way by the employees in their respective feudal domains.

The idea of radical monopoly applies to most aspects of life. Centralized, high-tech, and skill-intensive ways of doing things make it harder for ordinary people to translate their own skills and knowledge into use-value. “Education,” synonymous with schooling, is something you can only get from somebody with a degree from a teacher’s college, according to a state-prescribed curriculum. In the field of housing, around a third of which was still self-built in the U.S. as late as the 1940s, self-building is now virtually illegal thanks to local housing codes set by licensed contractors and their lobbyists. This despite the fact that the available technology for self-building (modular houses, “cob” building, etc.) is far more user-friendly than it was sixty years ago. And healthcare, finally, is something you can only get from somebody who’s spent eight years in school, jumped through the hoop of his local licensing cartel, and done a residency.

The medical licensing cartel outlaws one of the most potent weapons against monopoly: product substitution. As the Chinese barefoot doctor system demonstrated, much of what an MD does doesn’t actually require an MD’s level of training. Things would likely be quite different in a private system of accreditation with multiple tiers of training. The “barefoot doctor” at the neighborhood cooperative clinic might, for example, be trained to set most fractures and deal with other common traumas, perform an array of basic tests, and treat most ordinary infectious diseases. He might be able note your symptoms and listen to your lungs, do a sputum culture, and give you a run of Zithro for your pneumonia, without having to refer you any further. For cases clearly beyond his competence, he would call in the MD the clinic kept on retainer.

Many free market advocates like to talk about a hypothetical “grocery insurance” to illustrate the problems with the current healthcare system. If we had third-party payments for groceries, they say, people would be eating a lot more filet mignon. But the problem with the current system is that, while there are multiple tiers of financing, there is only one tier of service delivery: there’s nothing available but filet mignon, whether you can pay for it or not.

I’m very big on the idea of reviving the mutuals or sick-benefit societies that working people organized for themselves, back in the days before the state and the capitalist insurance companies conspired to destroy them. One small-scale attempt at doing this sort of thing is the Ithaca Health Fund, created by the same people involved in Ithaca Hours.

But this alone is not enough. The problem with such systems is they handle only the financing end of things, while delivery of service is still under the control of the same old institutional culture.

Any real solution will have to involve cooperative control over the provision of healthcare itself, as well.

Imagine, for example, a cooperative clinic at the neighborhood level. It might be staffed mainly with nurse-practitioners or the sort of “barefoot doctors” mentioned above. They could treat most traumas and ordinary infectious diseases themselves, with several neighborhood clinics together having an MD on retainer for more serious referrals. They could rely entirely on generic drugs, at least when they were virtually as good as the patented “me too” stuff; possibly with the option to buy more expensive, non-covered stuff with your own money. Their standard of practice would focus much more heavily on preventive medicine, nutrition, etc., which would be cheap for members of the cooperative who didn’t have to pay the cost of an expensive office visit to an MD for such service. Their service model might look much more like something designed by, say, Dr. Andrew Weil. One of the terms of membership at standard rates might be signing a waiver of most expensive, legally-driven CYA testing. For members of such a cooperative, the cost of basic medical treatment in real dollars might be as low as it was several decades ago. No doubt many upper middle class people might prefer a healthcare plan with more frills, catastrophic care, etc. But for the tens of millions who are presently uninsured, it’d be a pretty damned good deal.

In a genuinely free market society of decentralized production by small, local firms, with most people self-employed or employed in producers’ or consumers’ cooperatives, the overall structure would likely be quite different from the present system. In such a society the decentralized, bottom-up pattern of organization would be the dominant norm, and the large firm (where it existed) would be the anomaly struggling to exist in a cooperative sea. In fact, the large firm, in cases where it has to exist, would likely be “contaminated” by the organizational style of the cooperative; it might well even be built from cooperatives, with federations of small producers pooling their capital to buy expensive machine tools when necessary.

Finally: I object strenuously to those who see a single-payer system, or a government-controlled delivery system like the UK’s National Health, as the solution. I’d like to give those who talk about healthcare being a “right” the benefit of the doubt, and assume they just don’t understand the implications of what they’re saying. But when you talk about education, healthcare, or anything else being a “right,” what that means in practice is that you get it in the (rationed) amount and form the State wants you to have, and buying it in the form you want becomes much more difficult (if not criminalized). It means the providers of the service will be cartelized, and that the provision of the service will be regulated according to the professional culture and institutional mindset of the cartels. As with “public” education, “public” healthcare means that the existing “professional” institutional culture is locked into place, but that you get their services at taxpayer expense.

Making something a “right” that requires labor to produce also carries another implication: slavery. You can’t have a “right” to any good or service unless somebody else has a corresponding obligation to provide it. And if you’re obligated to provide a good or service at a cost determined by somebody else, you’re a slave. Nobody is born with a “right” to somebody else’s labor-product: as Lilburne said, nobody is born with a saddle on his back, and nobody is born booted and spurred to ride him.

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How to Plant Snapdragons | 9

Task Force 141, Keegan, & Konig x Female Criminal!Reader

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CONTENT WARNING: Strong Violence NOTE: WAZZUP BITCHES, IM BACK I am very sorry for not updating for 4-5(?) months. I didn't mean to go on a hiatus without any announcements. Things had been quite busy for me lately and I focused on some things (FUCK COLLEGE BUT I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES ANYWAY), and also the reason why I suddenly "went dark" is because of the fucking MW3 Campaign. Yeah, shit destroyed me. WORD COUNT: 2.7k

You had been to Mexico once. You went to good places it held, but you also walked on the mud it hid in the dark. After all, there could never be a perfect country. Even if someone said that their glorious purpose was for the better good of their nation—most of the time, they were merely heroes in their own stories and villains in the others’. Well, Mexico had good food. You could give them that, at least. But this place, Las Almas, would it have good stuff as well?

You shook off your vest and Ghost’s jacket as the pilot alerted you of the time of the touchdown and slipped into your jacket, fitted to your frame. As much as you wanted to keep wearing the lieutenant’s clothes, you couldn’t risk getting harmed because of loose clothing and failing this stupid mission.

You turned to Ghost as you folded his jacket neatly. “Can I keep this?” you asked and smiled.

He stared at you for a good second, pools of honey you couldn’t read before he looked away. “Suit yourself.”

Your grin widened, and you stashed the jacket into your bag. You hummed as you put on your vest, tightening it to your liking. You patted your pockets, checking each of them, until you felt Ghost’s mask in one, fingers lingering on the soft fabric, and sighed. You put your hands down on your lap and leaned against the cold steel, waiting for the upcoming descent, which didn’t take long.

The plane opened up, and a busy facility greeted your sight. Vehicles drove in and out of the area, and soldiers went back and forth from one place to another. But even when they were bustling, you could feel their gazes land on you—suspicious and judging, whispering among themselves, voices drowned out by the loud exhausts of the transports.

It was something you wished you could get used to. At the same time, you didn’t want to, when eyes held more than they seemed.

You followed Soap and Ghost down the plane, walking towards a couple of men who stepped forward. One of them had his hands clasped behind him, while the other simply stood by his side. Both were, well, good-looking and buffed (which was normal for military men), but eh, not really your type.

They would make pretty models though.

Also, good human shields, if ever.

Johnny, being the everlasting sunshine he was, greeted them first, extending a hand to the man named Alejandro, and engaged in a conversation with him as though they had been long good friends. Then, the sergeants forced the poor lieutenant to join in, who sounded ready to strangle the scot.

Then, your eyes found the gaze of the man next to the Mexican captain on the monitor on your ankle. A frown spread on his face and worsened the moment he saw the smirk that crept up your lips, his eyes darting between you and the half of the 141.

The look of a man confused never failed to be an entertainment. And what was more the obvious expression that said, what the fuck is a criminal doing here? Or something in Spanish.

“And who is she?” Alejandro questioned, finally turning his eyes on you—or rather, down to your ankle, as if the monitor would be the one to answer him.

“She’s sent by General Shepherd,” Ghost immediately replied, batting an eye at you. “She may be a criminal, but she proved excellent in various ways that could be useful to us.”

Alejandro, albeit hesitantly, nodded and extended a hand to you. “Nice to meet you, miss.”

You took his hand, giving it a quick shake. “I’m at your service, sir. And worry not about me going against orders, I pretty much like my head attached to my neck.”

He put a forced smile on his face, one you’d seen way too many times on people. “We’ll see about that.” He motioned at the man beside him. “This is Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra, my second-in-command.”

The said man, Rodolfo, extended his hand first to Soap, who the fellow Sergeant enthusiastically shook. Then, he batted an eye at Ghost, seemingly hesitant to approach him, but still decided to. Ghost, however, merely stared at his hand, and Rodolfo backed away, clearing his throat.

Soap stepped forward. “Ah, the Lt’s not much of a talker.”

Rodolfo nodded. “I understand.” He turned your way and reached out his hand, which you lightly shook, quickly withdrawing right after. He moved back to Alejandro’s side, who nodded his head towards a direction.

“Follow me, we’ll talk along the way.” Alejandro turned and began to walk, passing by and nodding at soldiers who saluted at him. By the end of the way—or seemingly at both an entrance and exit, several jeeps were parked, and a few soldiers stood by the vehicles. With a wave of hand from Alejandro, the men slipped inside the vehicles, and Rodolfo was the first to get in the first jeep on the line.

“I’d like to sit beside the window—” you attempted to request, but Ghost was quick to shut you off.

“No,” he said as Soap rounded the car, stepping in by the other side.

“But—”

“No.”

“C’mon, lassie, don’t you want to sit between us?” Soap questioned, a smile played on his lips.

You slipped inside with a grumble, inching close to the sergeant, before elbowing him. He grunted, but you knew it wouldn’t do much damage to him with all his muscles. At the same time, doors shut as both Alejandro and Simon got inside.

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas,” Rodolfo mumbled, slightly turning his head to face his colonel.

(I’m afraid of ghosts.)

Your eyes whipped forward, brows slightly raising at his words, which you perfectly understood. You glanced at Ghost, but he merely stared ahead. At the back of your mind, you wanted to snitch on the new guy just so some drama could happen between them, but at the same time, drama could lead to suspicion between these men.

This was why knowing some languages if you travel abroad was great. But it should be fine to keep quiet for now. What the sergeant said wasn’t suspicious, but if they did anything that could bring harm to Ghost and Soap, then . . . 

On the other hand, Alejandro chuckled at the comment of his sergeant and looked back at the three of you. “You know Spanish?”

The Lieutenant remained silent, and you did the same, turning your head to the side to look out of the window, whilst Soap shook his head, and answered, “No.”

Alejandro drew a smirk on his face and turned his attention back ahead. “Oh, you will.”

Rodolfo started the car and drove out of the base.

“See,” you pointed at the window, begrudgingly looking at Simon, who stared indifferently at you. “This is why I want to be next to the window.”

The car passed by two-story buildings, seemingly houses or apartments, painted in pastel colors. People were walking and talking on the street, some vendors and their stands offering their goods, and some other vehicles were parked on the way. It wasn’t much, not even beautiful, but still you’d like to see everything you could see.

“Have you taken a liking to Las Almas?” Alejandro questioned, glancing back at you.

You put your hand down and turned your head on his way. “To be frank, it’s not a liking, sir, rather, it’s curiosity. I’m not from here or anything similar to this place, so I’d like to see how things work here.”

His head inclined a bit to the side, appearing to be thinking of his words. “You’ll be . . . disappointed.”

You smiled. “I’ll be the one to judge that.” Just as you finished your sentence, a truck with men riding on the back, guns in hand passed by. You couldn’t help but whistle at their ridiculous sight, and put your hand on top of Soap’s before he could grab his gun.

He frowned at you. “What are ya—”

“Calm down, sir,” you cut him off, pulling your hand away. “Seeing as no one on the street is reacting about it, pretty sure that’s normal here.”

“You’re right,” Alejandro spoke in a serious voice, once again looking back at you. “Guns are in the jurisdiction of the police.”

“Looks like Las Almas has a huge problem,” you commented and crossed your arms. “Much more than what I’ve heard.”

Alejandro shifted his eyes to you. “You seem to know something about Las Almas.”

With his words, Soap and Ghost also settled their eyes on you, as if they were ready to do everything to get answers out of your mouth. “I’ve been to Mexico, and during my stay, I heard of things about Las Almas. Not exactly the good ones as you probably expected, but I didn’t know things around here would be this bad.”

“When did you come to Mexico?”

“Over a couple of years ago, sir.”

“I see.” He turned back ahead. “Well, things weren’t that bad back then.”

“I suppose those who tried to uphold the laws and resist corruption met their end as the time passed?”

“You’re right.”

You hummed. “Well, without powerful backing to protect them, I doubt they’ll last much in a society like this.”

“And ya also seemed to know things about politics and stuff,” Soap claimed, slightly shifting on his seat.

You met his blue eyes with a grin. “I had met quite a few politicians in my life. Assassinated an Austrian before, and the one who hired me snitched on me. That’s why I ended up on Shepherd’s shackles.”

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How much of that is true?”

You laughed loudly, although you already knew what would be his reaction. “Take a guess,” you told him challengingly.

“The last sentence,” Ghost joined in, his voice monotone.

You snorted. “Except that.” Then, you gasped, throwing yourself to the window at Soap’s side, making him curse out something you couldn’t fucking understand in whatever Scottish was that. “Look, look, Lt!” You motioned your hand on Ghost to look at the ridiculous sight of someone in a skull balaclava giving balloons to kids.

“What the hell?” Soap’s bright eyes also followed the scene.

You whipped around and smiled at Ghost, who simply stared at you. “If you ever want to quit the military, you can retire with me and live together.”

“How about living in Las Almas since Ghost might fit well in here?” Rodolfo suggested in a soft voice. Alejandro hit him on the side, whispering something, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw Ghost slowly turning to look at him through the rear mirror.

You tilted your head. “But Las Almas has a serious problem when it comes to crimes, so I don’t think it is very much suitable to live in unless you want to be a crime lord or still in the military. And I’m the type of person who likes traveling around. If I were to settle for sometime somewhere else, it would be where I would have already spent some time on, like London, Berlin, or California and—”

“It’s just a joke, please. Don’t take it too seriously,” Rodolfo mumbled, sounding like he wanted to bury himself on the ground at the moment and never appear again.

On the way to the destination, Alejandro had talked more about the way of Las Almas, and finally, what you and the 141 came here for, El Sin Nombre, the leader of the Mexican Cartel who was protecting Hassan. Quite a reputation that person had as Alejandro said they had eyes and ears everywhere.

Having eyes and ears everywhere was also something the one who raised you did. Even if your father was in prison at the moment, you knew he was still pulling strings. A mastermind out of everyone’s league, until he decided to invest in you. Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, now that you were technically imprisoned as well.

You pulled out your balaclava and huffed, putting it on swiftly. You jumped out of the jeep right after Simon and you heard Alejandro spit out his commands in a low, serious voice. You rounded up with the soldiers before a gate and under the Colonel’s command, the group barged in. You frowned as you had seen no man in sight, seemingly the civilians had run away—or were mostly likely driven out by the Cartel.

Alejandro waved his hand to follow him up another gate, which this time, Ghost opened, and gunshots echoed in the air.

“Showtime,” you said under your breath, aiming your assault rifle and blasting a hole through a man’s head, vibrant red painting the dull walls around. You rounded a corner, cautiously looking out for an enemy. You spotted a couple of them, but before you could take them down, they had already fallen on the ground. Your head whipped at Soap and Ghost’s direction. “Showoffs,” you grumbled.

“Said the one who wanted to take two men down at the same time,” Soap remarked, giving you a look, and you heard Ghost huff.

You clicked your tongue and swiftly entered a house, but quickly moved back out as you saw not a soul in sight. Your frown worsened at the unusual lack of men to hold the group back. In these cases, either it would be a trap or they had escaped already.

You glanced over your shoulders. 141, some of Alejandro’s men and the Colonel himself were on sight. The walls obscured your view of the place, there were so many corners where men could be hiding themselves or something else, and such things as Cartels wouldn’t hesitate to destroy a run-down hide-out like this for their good.

Soap shot a man from the roof and Alejandro positioned himself in front of a door, motioning at us. “Secure the house, and we go for Hassan.”

Several voices echoed from inside the place, cursing and hushing one another.

“Take the door,” Alejandro commanded. Soap stepped forward, but you grabbed him, making him look at you.

Before he could utter a word, you kicked the door open, slid on the floor towards a corner, and struck a man awaiting in the hallway. You got up immediately, raised a hand so they wouldn’t follow you, and picked up a baby’s bottle on the ground, throwing it to a room through a slightly opened door. Shots were fired blindly right after and you countered it with a couple of bullets, and it stopped. You pushed the blasted door open and found a man lying on the floor, and the baby’s bottle rolling towards your foot.

“Room clear,” you announced, staring down at the bottle for a second, before moving to the next room. They followed you in and you braced yourself for another onslaught, but this time, Soap was the one who barged in, quickly shooting down the men inside without batting an eye.

“Room clear,” he said and put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

You looked up at him and raised a brow that he wouldn’t see.

Ghost sauntered in the room. “No sign of Hassan.”

Alejandro sighed. “They already moved him.”

You turned your attention to him. “They move fast, hm?”

He looked at you, letting Ghost and Soap rummage the desk across the room instead. “They do. Much more than I expected.”

“So they already know that we’re coming here,” you remarked.

“Highly possible. The Cartel has eyes everywhere.”

You narrowed your eyes and echoed, “Everywhere?”

He nodded to affirm it. “Everywhere.”

“You mean even among your men?”

He paused, staring at you for a good second. “No, I trust my men.”

“A weed is a weed, sir, no matter how good it looks in your garden,” you said in a monotonous voice, picking up a pencil from the ground. “Sooner or later, they’ll bring harm to your plants. And even the plants you put in your garden can bring harm to you if you don’t know what they are.”

Ghost and Soap shot an eye on you, before exchanging looks with each other.

He eyed you cautiously and his serious voice lowered. “What are you implying?”

You remained silent and so did he, until Rodolfo’s voice echoed in your headsets. “The army is rolling in!”

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Meta-analysis time because Caesar’s health begins failing, and I wanted to write about it. Note that I'm not a medical professional, and all of this is just based on my own research!

I’ll put this under a read more because I can tell it’s going to get long, also there will be in-depth discussion of medical conditions, surgery, and anatomy.

It’s made clear throughout the Legion’s quest line that Caesar has a brain tumor which causes him to have seizures that are characterized by an absence in attention. 

Ironically, this is my second version of this post because preliminary research made me believe that Caesar was suffering from atypical absence seizures. The game classifies his condition as absence seizures, however based on the research I have done I want to say that this is a misclassification, due to the symptoms shown. The two are very similar and, like I said, I even initially believed that these were absence seizures without that line of dialogue. However, some things don’t add up in my opinion, such as:

Absence seizures are non-life threatening

Absence seizures, while exhibiting similar symptoms, do not result in increased fatigue nor an aura prior to seizure.

Seeing as Caesar immediately has to retreat to his quarters while in the postictal (post-episode) state and as he seems to get migraines/head pain just prior to an episode, we can safely assume that Caesar does in fact experience not atypical absence seizures, but focal onset impaired awareness seizures (aka. complex partial seizures). 

NOTE: We know Caesar’s episodes get worse, with the first being a migraine and massive pain to the actual loss of focal awareness and the statement that it has begun to happen more frequently.

The classification and diagnosis of (atypical) absence seizures can very well be valid, as most (especially the Legion) would have limited medical knowledge due to research being lost in the Great War and the fact that the seizures worsen over time. Additionally, canon alludes to Caesar’s closest seeing that he spaces out frequently, meaning he could very well have had been valid and simply worsened over time. More into that later.

For the medical analysis of this post, I’ll be referring to the Epilepsy Foundation’s webpage on focal onset impaired awareness seizures.

Let’s start by defining these seizures before detailing his symptoms.

According to the webpage, “These seizures usually start in one area or group of brain cells, most often in the temporal lobe or frontal lobe of the brain. They can also start in other areas too.”

Looking at this diagram, also found on the website, we can confirm that the seizure begins within the temporal lobe.

Given the fact Caesar’s communication is the most affected during these episodes, we can try to narrow the seizure down to the right temporal lobe.

Typical symptoms of focused onset impaired awareness seizures (especially those that begin in the temporal region) include:

Losing awareness and staring blankly.

Awareness may be only partially impaired, rather than completely absent.

The ability to respond being impaired.

Impairment of awareness is similar to the concept of impairment of consciousness.

On top of these symptoms, these types of seizures do share similar motor function to atypical absence seizures, which include:

Eye blinking, chewing movements, lip-smacking, or slight jerking movements of the lips.

Rubbing of the fingers or hands or other small hand movements.

Also on top of these symptoms, in certain circumstances, some focused onset awareness impaired seizures can spread to both sides of the brain, leading to what’s called focal to bilateral tonic-clonic seizures. These seizures have two primary characteristics:

They usually last between 30 seconds and 3 minutes.

Afterward, the person may be tired or confused for about 15 minutes and may not be able to return to normal function for hours.

Just to aid in this analysis, here’s a video [ LINK ] of all of Caesar’s dialogue. Below are the timestamps when episodes occur, which I tried to include specific links to, but they may not work since I’ve never linked specific timestamps before:

23:03 (When discussing the White Glove Society)

24:26 (When discussing the Brotherhood of Steel)

I’ll include the following stamp to showcase the actual medical discussion that is had between the Courier and Caesar:

27:07

So now that we know exactly what is happening, or as exactly as we can for someone with zero medical background or training, let’s look at the why.

Anybody can have these types of seizures, however, they are more common in individuals who have had a head injury, brain infection, stroke, or brain tumor. 

Knowing that Caesar is confirmed to have a brain tumor in canon, we know that this is the cause. How did Caesar develop a brain tumor?

Let’s dive into that.

According to the Johns Hopkins Medicine website, the most common brain tumors are called meningioma tumors. These tumors make up approximately 30% of all brain tumors, and in most cases where meningioma tumors are present, they are benign (non-spreading). However, analyzing canon dialogue (link provided further down on the post), it can be reasonably assumed that the tumor is spreading.

As for causes, though, it’s really unknown.

More often than not, tumors and cancer happen due to genetic changes. Cancer involves the reproduction of cells, which involves the replication of DNA. This could be due to radiation poisoning, and is the most likely bet given the Fallout universe and the Legion’s vehement refusal of chems and modern medicine (re: eating irradiated food and being exposed to radiation on missions without actually curing any of the radiation).

Moving on though-

Meningioma tumors are often found in these portions of the brain, and as we can see they do happen within the temporal lobe:

The main treatment or meningioma tumors, and the treatment that Caesar can be given via the auto-doc, is surgery. Specifically, a craniotomy. This procedure involves the surgical removal of part of the bone from the skull to expose the brain. Specialized tools are used to remove the section of bone called the bone flap. The bone flap is temporarily removed, then replaced after the brain surgery has been done.

Thankfully (depending on who your allegiance is with, of course), it’s hinted at in canon that the tumor doesn’t return, and according to the Johns Hopkins site linked above “about 90 percent of patients who have had a meningioma have not seen a recurrence if the tumor is removed completely, including the part of the brain lining from which it grew.”

Needless to say, it’s no surprise why the Courier would need a high medical skill or the assistance of an outsider with medical knowledge (re: Arcade, who can be sold to the Legion to become Caesar’s personal doctor).

And that concludes this post… Finally.

[albed-hoe]

New Year's Kiss

Characters: Albedo x Male Reader

Summary: You both confess your love to each other before the clock strikes midnight

Warnings: !NSFW, MENTIONED MASTURBATION; MINORS/FEM READERS DNI!, fluff

Word count: 1543

A/n: Okayy here’s my little new year’s fic ig😼 I loveloveloveee the college!AU, so have a college!AU Albabes!!

Also, Softbedo… Anyways, you get the point. I’m in love with him💞💞

The chaos of the Mondstadt University’s New Year’s party happening around you was drowned out by the sound of your thoughts. It wasn’t the whole university attending, of course, just the same friend group you hung out with in school. So, Sucrose, Amber, Diluc, a whole bunch of other people, and… Well, Albedo. The latter of which, having been a bit of a problem for you for a few years already.

You recall first meeting the boy in a history lecture you had in common. You had coincidentally sat beside him, and consequently became his acquaintance, the both of you (unknowingly) beginning to look forward to that same class every week. Eventually, you found out he lived in the residence beside yours and you both started hanging out outside of class as well, to finish homework together or just have casual conversations. When you first met him, you could obviously recognize that Albedo was attractive. What you did not expect, was to one night, get distracted from your homework, eventually finding yourself sprawled out on your bed and pumping your shaft, thinking about the unspeakable things you would do with your classmate.

Anyways, back to the situation at hand. You glanced across the room to find a rather quiet looking Albedo, standing alone in a corner of the room with a drink in hand. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as you knew he had a hard time with social situations (you heard this come from himself). You did feel bad for the guy, as sometimes you could spot him with his head hung low, seemingly deep in thought, walking alone across campus. So, being the good “friend” you are, you decide to go talk to him. As you make your way across the room, you’re stopped part-way by none other than Amber.

“Hey, [Y/N]!”

“Hey, Amber” You say rather quietly, you never had a projectable voice.

“I was just thinking of this New Year countdown thing, do you think we should just play it on the TV and let people do their own thing? ‘Cause I could also-“ the rest of what Amber tells you is muffled, as your attention focuses back on where Albedo had been previously standing, the space now empty.

“Yeah, I think you should just put the countdown on TV Amber, that sounds fine!” You unknowingly cut her off from her rambling.

“O-Oh, alright then, thanks for your input [Y/N]. Enjoy the party!” She waves you off as she goes to talk Sucrose’s ear off about probably the same thing.

Now, to find your little ‘Bedo. Knowing him, he would be somewhere quieter to get a change of pace from the party. Rounding the corner, you find him standing at the drink table alone again, pouring more punch into his cup. You’d expect this area to be the busiest but surprisingly, he’s the only one in the room. As he turns back around and locks eyes with you, you can’t help but notice the way his hair flies around in such a graceful manner. God, how you would love having your hands in those beautiful blonde locks. The sudden realization hits you when you focus back on those deep blue orbs, a dark blush immediately spreading across your face before you look away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, hello [Y/N].” He greets with a shy smile and small wave of his hand. Urgh he’s so friggin’ cute you could just wrap him up in your arms at this very moment…

“Hey, ‘Bedo.” You reply politely. Albedo can’t help but think that you seem slightly tense tonight. He makes his way toward you, drink still in hand.

“Are you okay, [Y/N]? Did you want to sit down with me for a bit?” He looks up at you, concern apparent in his expression. The sudden proximity of your faces makes you nearly combust.

“U- Uhm… Yeah, sure, I guess that’s fine!” You avert your gaze from his piercing eyes.

You both make your way to a small sunroom and take a seat beside each other on the ground. The lack of furniture in the room makes it apparent that you are in a student’s house. You both sit in silence for a while, basking in the moonlight that flows through the glass walls and roof. The strangely intimate moment reminds you of the night that Albedo fell asleep against your shoulder when he came to your dorm room to study late. You had carried him to your bed to make him as comfortable as possible, plus he was technically your guest, so he deserved the cozier spot. You still recall admiring how beautiful the boy was even in such a monotonous situation.

“Is… There something bothering you, [Y/N]?” He breaks the silence. The sudden disturbance makes you turn your head towards him, but you both turn away immediately after noticing the proximity of your faces.

“N- No, it’s nothing. Thanks for your concern, though… ‘Bedo.” You’re not sure if you still deserve to utter that nickname. Not after all the devious thoughts you’ve had of your friend. You flare up again after thinking about it.

Albedo sees you take a sip of your drink, place your cup down and begin fidgeting. His eyes linger on your hands a moment longer than they should before they snap away in the opposite direction.

“You know… I’m grateful I met you. It’s been 2 years that we’re friends, now.” His eyes widen slightly in panic. Why were you reminiscing on the past? “And, well… Haha. Well, uhm…” He leans forward just slightly, as if trying to urge you on. “Oh, shit… Why am I like this…?” You mutter under your breath.

“W- What’s wrong, [Y/N]?” You turn to Albedo, his brows knit together in concern. The moonlight shone perfectly through the room, illuminating only half his face, but refracting perfectly through the blue of his eyes. His skin was perfect, not a blemish in sight. His eyelashes cast a slight shadow in his perfect eye.

“Fuck, I’m in love with you” You whisper. You stare at him a moment longer with your mouth slightly agape before what you just said finally hits you. You blink, slap your hand over your mouth and reel back.

“God, I’m sorry ‘Bedo, I- I don’t even know if you like guys, I mean… Sorry…” You began to leave the room as you think of the past 2 years of friendship you had with the boy. Ruined. You messed it all up, and it was all your fault. As usual. The nickname you came up with for him, ‘Bedo, was invented during a late-night bubble tea run with him, you recall. All the intimate study sessions in the nearby café or the school library, it’s all over. And just because of a stupid little crush and your big fat mouth that you just had to open and-

“Wait! You- You really think… That of me?” You hear him ask with a hint of doubt in his voice. You stop in your tracks, preparing to explain that it was all a mistake.

“Well… If you think I’m disgusting or whatever for liking you… Feel free never to talk to me again. Or. Something, I don’t know. Look ‘Be- Albedo, it was all a mistake, I don’t deserve you anyways, and I-“

“Don’t. Please don’t call me that, [Y/N].” You turn back around to see the sadness and pity in his expression. You feel the tears start to surface in your eyes. “Please, call me ‘Bedo. It’s, uh… I like it. I like… uhm, you know… you.” He ends his sentence so quietly you almost don’t hear the last word. It’s now Albedo’s turn to be looking at the floor embarrassedly, his red-tipped ears poking through his hair which has fallen in front of his face. His ears were cute too, you wished you could-

Albedo stands up from his place on the floor, both your drinks now forgotten on the ground. He makes his way towards you and you can’t do anything but stand frozen in place and follow him with your eyes. He stops just in front of you, holding onto your hands, then looking up into your eyes. He moves slightly closer, your arms now wrapping around his waist, his hands reaching up to cup your cheeks.

“Can I- Uhm…” But he doesn’t need to finish the sentence before you lean down and press your lips against his. He’s a terrible kisser, and it’s the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You pull away and rest your forehead against his, noticing the way he flutters his eyes open after a few seconds. You smile and blush, your previous tears threatening to fall again. Behind the glass doors of the sunroom, you both hear the muffled voices of college students chanting the final seconds of the new year countdown, before hearing a single unified “Happy New Year!” Your now boyfriend moves to his tippy toes to give you another quick kiss on the lips, leaving you flustered. He gives you his signature warm, gentle smile.

“Happy New Year, my love.” He says quietly.

“Y- Yes, you too” you manage to say, earning you a soft chuckle from Albedo.

Anyways, happy… N- New… Year😃 (😔)

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw // fluff

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: slow burn (?), penetrative sex, dom jean, praising kink, slight breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, confessions, cute jean (yes this needs a warning) cheesiness.

synopsis: you discover something jean has been keeping for himself and it ends up adding all the puzzle pieces together.

a.n: i don’t usually add songs for you to listen to while reading my work, but if you want to get in the mood stream Last Days Of Summer by Summer Walker. thank me later.

i would also like to add that this was meant to be a short series. i got other fan-fiction ideas and need to answer some of your requests. also, i know this part is kind of cheesy but jean is a big softie i can’t help it.

“Connie, what’s taking you so long?” I yelled from our porch, swirling my car keys around my finger. I heard more shuffling coming from our apartment before Connie rushed out, Jean following him, throwing his hoodie on, covering the shirt that was squeezing his muscles.

“I was looking for my dab pen,” he took a hit and blew the smoke in my face. I coughed pushing his shoulder making him miss the step and almost colliding with the ground. I snickered and walked past Jean to my car door before he grabbed my arm and pushed me back.

“Passenger seat babe.” he looked down at me with his lazy smile. I scoffed swatting his arm away, only to be lifted from the ground. “Jean you prick!” I yelled moving my legs around.

“And I’m the kid.” Connie laughed getting in the backseat, clearly not suspicious of his homie’s behavior. I sighed getting into the passenger seat and crossed my arms.

Jean mirrored my action, before cussing, as he felt squeezed by how tiny the space was. “Damn aren’t you a small thing?” he teased backing up the seat so he could feel more comfortable. He smacked my thigh making my eyes widen. I looked down to see him holding out his hand, motioning me to give him the keys. I rolled my eyes and slammed them down his hand. He chuckled before shaking his head and mumbled something underneath his breath.

He wrapped his arm around my seat, tilting his head backward, putting the car in reverse, and slowly drove back. He winked at me before he shifted gears. The car ride was basically Connie singing out loud to songs and Jean casually joining in, their interaction reminding me of Hitch and I.

After what happened last night, I texted the girls’ group chat and told them everything that happened and how Jean was suddenly becoming more and more possessive which was honestly uncalled for. If I want to overthink it, he was always somewhat flirtier with me than he was with any girl when we used to hang out back in the day. However, Sasha and Mikasa didn’t elaborate much into it as they told me to shrug it off, whilst Hitch was rather excited about me having a ‘sneaky link’.

And honestly, I’d be lying if I said he didn’t turn me on… I mean look at him. He’s at least 6 feet tall with sexy sleeve tattoos and a gorgeous mullet. His stubble fit him perfectly and his jaw was sharp. He looked so different and delicious.

“We’re here!” Connie shouted into my ear, shaking me off of my thoughts. Jean had already parked and was taking his seatbelt off. I followed his gesture and got out of the car, carefully closing the door behind me, Connie already outside taking a few hits of his dab pen. Our gaze locked, his lips instantly forming into a smile as he threw his arm around my shoulders and brought my head closer to his lips, kissing my temple. I grinned wrapping my hand around his torso and leaned my head on his shoulder.

I was lucky to have a brother like him. He always made sure I was okay and had everything I need and wanted. He was my support system and I couldn’t ask for more. “All good?” he mumbled, tilting his slightly towards Jean who was typing something on his phone, probably waiting for us before going into the diner.

I nodded and he squeezed my arm. “Come on, let’s go inside, the weather is chilly today.” Jean held the door open as we walked in and spotted an empty table. It was connected to a couch, two other chairs placed on the opposite side of the table.

I sat on the couch, my back relaxing into the soft red leather, before feeling the seat dip next to me. I tilted my head, only to be met with Jean’s cocky expression. Connie managed to sit on one of the chairs and tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “Y’all in the mood for burger and fries?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving,” Jean stated leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs. I nodded and took out my phone from my pocket setting it on the table. We called over for the waitress and placed our orders. “I forgot to ask you, how are your studies going y/n?” he added, dropping his head on his fist that rested against the wood and looked at me. Connie rested his elbows on the table, intrigued by the conversation.

“I’m doing good actually. I still have some things to get done and I’ll finally have some free time for myself. I honestly can’t wait until I’m done with this semester. It’s so tough and for what.” I whined, dropping my head against my crossed arms. His hand wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me towards him, my head colliding with his chest. Taken off guard, my arms wrapped around his torso. “Aw, come on you’ll do great, you got nothing to worry about.” he patted my head and gently stroked my hair. I blushed at his move, my stomach forming a knot. He was being extremely soft and gentle and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't surprising.

“Here you go.” the waitress cheered placing our food down. She eyed Jean before averting her gaze from him as he pushed me closer to him, my head closer to his chest. I breathed into his cologne and managed to hear his heartbeat. Fast. His heart was beating so fucking fast.

Connie didn’t seem to mind as he laughed at his phone before turning it to Jean, showing him the picture of a half-naked model showing off her ass, a man who looked to be her boyfriend standing next to her. “Baldie I’m still here.” I scrunched my face. “Although the dude is kinda hot,” I added. Once the following words left my lips, Jean’s hand swiftly moved down my ass to grab it, making me slightly jump. I looked up to see him glaring down at me then looked back at Connie’s phone. Did this just happen?

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” He cocked his eyebrow making Connie roll his eyes. “Man you used to like it when I showed you pictures like that." he shook his head locking his phone. He stayed silent for a few seconds before pointing at Jean with a big grin. "Oh my god, you are seeing someone!” he whispered.

I removed myself from Jean’s grasp and adjusted my clothes as I dived into my food, enjoying the warm feeling down my throat. “Nah dude, although I must admit that I've been thinking nonstop about someone lately,” he confessed taking a bite of his burger, Connie doing vulgar movements with his hands before he did the same.

“Jesus Connie,” I whined throwing a fried potato at him. “We’re eating.”

“Um, excuse me?” He scoffed as Jean laughed, muttering a small 'here we go', obviously aware of what my brother was about to say next. “The Jean Kirschtein I know doesn’t catch feelings. This dude is a damn sex machine. Which I can relate to but you know what I’m saying." he raised his hands up. "Now tell me, who got you so wrapped around their fingers you can’t even flirt with other women now?” He paused before adding, “ And don’t think I forgot how you pushed off that girl who tried to grind on you two days ago at the club.” I frowned, all of this not making any sense to me. How could he be sleeping with me but seeing someone else at the same time?

I felt sick, my fingers dropping the sauce I was about to pour on my fries as I excused myself to the bathroom. I made my way into the small area and looked at my reflection. I felt dirty. I felt used. Was I going to wreck a whole relationship? Or whatever he calls it.

The door swung open minutes after, revealing Jean. He had a serious expression on his face as he approached me, my ass now pressed against the sink, his tall frame towering me.

“Why’d you leave?” he questioned moving my hair from my face, cupping my cheeks. “I wanted to wash my hands,” I replied trying to free myself from his grasp but miserably failed. I frowned as I tried to push him away again, but his hands grabbed my wrists holding them down. “I don’t believe you, I think you got jealous,” he smirked, his lips inches away from mine. I glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he was seeking.

“Jean let me go. Someone might walk in and Connie is waiting for us outside, also, the food won’t stay hot for long and I want to-“

“I was talking about you silly.” he interrupted me, his thumb now rubbing my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it’s unreal,” he mumbled. “Can I kiss you?”

What was happening… I stared into his eyes that were focusing on my lips. Could he be telling the truth? What if he just wants to get in my- oh wait, he already did… Fuck that was so overwhelming.

“Jean I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“Yes or no?” I thought for a moment before softly nodding. “I need to hear it.”

“I want you to kiss me…” I whispered almost as if I didn’t want anyone to hear me, including him. I’ve always felt different around Jean and I never knew why, at least until now. He smiled lifting my head up with his finger under my chin, his lips resting against mine gently. My hands gripped onto his hoodie, kissing him with much passion.

I felt safe. I felt good. I felt content.

“You got my heart working overtime, y/n.” he confessed. I wasn’t able to process everything as it all felt like a fever dream. What if I just wake up and it turns out to be a dream. Did he just confess that he likes me in a diner’s restroom? My heart was beating so fast, my thoughts furiously rushing through my brain.

After Jean left to study in France, we never kept in touch. It is true that we used to be friends because of his friendship with Connie and it always felt different from my other friendships with other men like Eren or Reiner, but the distance and the lack of communication turned us into strangers and killed the ‘connection’ that was bonding us. I thought it was just a tiny teenage crush, but ever since he came back, everything returned to the way it used to be.

“Connie is probably getting worried about me.” I said making him let go of my grasp, his eyes still holding the same expression as before. I made my way out of the restrooms and slid my hands into my pockets. “Hey, I was about to follow you, you good?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled at him and sat back down taking small bites of my food.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right?” he took a sip of his soda looking at me worryingly. “Of course, I’m fine really.” I reached out to squeeze his hand. A few minutes went by and Jean was back on the table with us. We jumped from a conversation to another, casually laughing as we brought back the old days.

Connie proposed to drive back and we didn’t mind since we both fell full from the food. Jean sat in the passenger seat as I lead down on the backseat, texting the girls every single detail of what happened today. It didn’t take them long to start bombarding me with replies.

‘Holy fuck he said what now? He’s fucking WHIPPED.’

‘I did hear him saying something about a girl when we hung out with Connie four days ago but I would have never thought that it would be about you…’

Seriously Sasha? I sighed and locked my phone dropping it on my chest. It didn’t take us long to arrive at the apartment we were now sharing with him.

***

I dropped on my bed, stripped down naked as my blanket was the only material covering me. I thought about what Jean told me back in that diner. I sighed closing my eyes. As I was almost about to fall asleep, my phone chimed on my nightstand.

I reached out to grab it, the message showing on my lock-screen making me open wildly my eyes.

-jean

you up? if you are, can i come into ur room?

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my keyboard, occasionally typing something then deleting it.

-me

why? wassup?

It didn’t take him long to text me back.

-jean

i can’t sleep and i want to talk to you

I sighed typing a simple ‘okay’ and got up to put a shirt on. I heard a light knock on my door as I slid on the fabric, my hand reaching out to turn the doorknob.

“Hi,” I stepped aside, indicating him to come in before carefully closing the door. He sat on my bed and tapped on the mattress. I sat next to him and waited for him to talk about whatever he’s been wanting to get off his chest.

“About what I said earlier, uhm,” he cleared his throat.

“If you’re here to say that you didn’t mean it, you could have said it over text.” I assumed raising my eyebrow. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened to me and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any bullshit, especially after getting my feelings mixed up. If he was about to mess around, I should do the same and ignore whatever I was feeling, hoping it would fade away over time.

“No, why would I do that?” he frowned and looked at me weirdly. Oh well, spoke too soon I guess. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Listen y/n,” he paused searching for the words. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this to get laid. We made an agreement and if I just wanted to have sex with you I wouldn’t have said anything about well, liking you.”

I stayed silent waiting for him to finish. The moonlight was the only source of light in the room as it peeked through my window. It was quite peaceful. “I think, no, I know I’ve liked you for a while. I never acted on it because your brother once threatened me jokingly about messing me up if I hurt you, and regarding the person I used to be, I would have most probably ended up hurting you and because of that, I decided to sleep on whatever I was feeling and hoped I'd move on from it. But holy fuck you and grew into such a smart and beautiful woman, I couldn’t help but let my feelings for you emerge again.” He cupped my cheek with his hand bringing me closer.

Fucking hell someone pinch me right now, I must be dreaming.

“However if you don’t like me back, or don’t want to hook up with me anymore, I’d totally understand.” I stared at him as I felt like I was looking at a different person. Now I get why Connie was so surprised when he heard Jean talking like that back at the diner. That wasn’t the Jean I was used to, or at least the Jean he became when he left for college. I wasn’t familiar with this new character development if I might call it.

“Why… why are you telling me all of this now?” I whispered, shifting in my seat to sit closer to him, our knees slightly brushing against each other. He brought his hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me closer to him. “You got my mind going crazy.” and with that, I pressed my lips against his, instantly feeling his lips kiss me back.

I straddled his lap and slid my tongue between his lips, our kiss sloppy and slow. His hands moved down to grip my ass, pushing me further to him, my bare cunt brushing against the soft fabric of his shorts. A moan escaped my lips as he gripped the hem of my shirt, lifting it, my nipples exposed to the chilly air. "Wait..." I pulled away and rested my hands on his chest. "We're gonna have to tell Connie."

He smiled and reached out to kiss me again. "First thing tomorrow. I don't think your brother is that oblivious anyway." he chuckled and squeezed my hips. I laughed, bringing his face closer to mine kissing him gently.

Our make-out session became more urgent ad rushed. Jean lied back, his hands resting on my waist as I took off my shirt. His hands reached out to grab my breast, fondling it with his big hand. My hips moved against him, the feeling of wanting to be filled by him becoming unshakeable. Removing myself off his hips, I crawled down and pulled down his sweats along with his briefs, his erection slapping against his stomach. I smirked at him as I began pumping his length, soft groans escaping his lips. I swirled my tongue over his tip and slit before sliding him down my throat, coating him with my spit. "Shit," his hips bucked forward, his cock going deeper down my throat. I started bobbing my head, my tongue running over his underside, feeling the pulsation of his prominent vein. Our eyes locked, his mouth agape and his chest slightly rising from his deep breathing. His hand fell on his eyes as he threw his head back, his fat cock now throbbing.

“Y/n, ah, fuck-“ he hissed grabbing a fistful of my hair and guided my head. I knew he was close and it made me wet as well. My fingers were already rubbing circles on my sensitive bud, my climax as close as his. I removed his dick from my mouth and straddled his lap. I aligned him to my entrance and slowly sunk onto him, sighs leaving both of our lips.

He felt insanely deep within me, his size stretching perfectly. I rested my hands on his chest as I ground on him, his hand lacing around my neck to bring me closer to him, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped in my mouth as his hand made their way to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and moving me upwards. I moaned into his mouth, my nipples brushing against his chest. I sat back up, my hands prompted back on his chest as I bounced my ass on him.

“Ride my cock baby just like that.” he moaned out. We were both already close to our orgasm, the sensitivity sending us off the edge. “You ride me so good, but-“ he sat up pushing me off him. “I want to fuck it in you,” he smirked pulling me off the bed and walking me to the wall, my back pressed against it. He wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me up, my legs snaking around him.

“Now stay quiet while I stuff you eh?” he breathed, pushing his tip inside me before thrusting his hips forward, almost hitting my cervix. My face hid in the crook of his neck, doing my best to silence my moans. My back moved against the cold wall, his whimpers and moans growing louder in my ear.

I shut my eyes close when he began rolling his hips faster, my orgasm rushing through my body. “Jean…” I whimpered tugging on his hair, my heels digging in his back. My arm was wrapped underneath his, my fingers scratching his back. I clenched around him making him hiss and fuck me harder, indicating that he was also close to reaching his climax.

“You wanna come with me?” I nodded staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah…” I mumbled out, biting down on my lower lip to keep quiet. “Yeah?” he mocked with a smirk before he started kissing my neck, occasionally leaving small bites next to my collarbone.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my thighs shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. He quickly followed ropes of cum shooting inside me. He whimpered, stroking himself a little bit more before pulling out and carefully putting me down. As soon as my feet touched the floor, his semen began leaking out of my opening down my leg.

“Well shit better clean that.” he ran his fingers up my legs before pushing his cum back in me making me gasp. “You’re good now,” he smirked before lifting me off again, this time in bridal style as he walked me to the bed, carefully putting me down. “I would’ve loved to shower with you,” he stroked my cheek, his body hovering over me. “But I don’t want your brother walking in on us like that. At least not before I tell him everything.” he poked my nose before kissing my forehead.

I nodded my head, smiling at him. “I like you so fucking much,” he admitted once again, this time his lips kissing mine.

“I like you too.” he cocked an eyebrow at my confession. “I knew it,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.

***

“Uhh, back the fuck up.” Connie pointed at Jean who was wrapping his arm around me in the kitchen. “You two like each other?” he waved his finger between us before stuffing his fork in his mouth again. I nodded and pushed myself closer to Jean. “Oh no.” he groaned pushing himself off his stool.

“No no no no no…” he repeated in annoyance as he walked past us. I frowned, turning to see him throwing himself on the couch. He threw his head back, another groan leaving his lips as he ran his hands us his face.

“I thought you’d be happy for me, what’s-“

“You had sex while I was in here?” he accused us dramatically in a high-pitched voice, faking his tears. Jean instantly laughed at his friend’s accusation. I let out a sigh of relief and shook my head before laughing at Connie who was fake gagging.

“We only did it the night you saw us together.” I played off. Connie gave me a ‘you think I’m stupid’ look and sighed.

“It was an everyday thing.” Jean corrected making me elbow his waist. He winced pinching my hip earning another hit. “Seriously man?” Connie whined. I mean, at least he wasn’t mad about us liking each other. The only thing that irked him, which is by the way overdramatized and ends up being one of his silly plays, is the fact that I had sex with him when he was sound asleep.

Connie sighed, his annoyed expression turning into a sly one. “I knew you two were fucking!” he laughed sticking his tongue out and clapping his hands. “Now that I’m positive that my sister got cuffed by someone I trust, I can finally sleep in peace.” I rolled my eyes before raising my hand to smack him but Jean pulled me closer to him making it impossible for me to move.

I looked up only to be met with his browns orbs already looking down at me with pure adoration. I could tell he was going to be one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I couldn’t be more thankful. Connie was still talking but I didn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I buried my face into his red hoodie and held him tightly. Who would have thought that my insignificant crush would actually make me feel so lucky?

“-she was and still is everything I’ve always wanted.” I heard him say before kissing my forehead.

[yoongsisbae]

Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 6

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x reader / Taehyung x reader focused in this chapter, slight Jungkook x reader and Namjoon x reader

Usually by the time I finish a chapter, I will have a nice chunk of the next chapter done, when I finished chapter 5 I had TWO SENTENCES FOR THIS CHAPTER cries, ugh this was a journey lol but I had fun along the way :). Also, I wanted to shoutout @missseoulite I remember having a really bad day when I saw your sweet comment about being eager for the new chap and just knowing someone cared enough to wish me safety and care about my well being, well it meant a lot to me, so this chapter is dedicated to you my dear!!!! <3

Word count: 10.3k

Warnings: death, mention of a suicide, if you’re like me and don’t like to think about being old this chapter might trigger an existential crisis lol, cheating, men being sexist, angst but also fluffiness, sex with Taehyung, breeding kink, a character calls you and Tae children but you are two very grown adults I just wanted to make that super duper clear.

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“I want to try, I think it would be worth it, you’ll be worth it.”

‘Why did he have to say that,’ you wince, looking over at the idol. He is beautiful, way out of your league, above you in every way, and he’s looking back at you like his whole world hangs in the balance. How could you reject him now. You groan.

You stand up. You place your palm in front of his face, your fingers splayed out, you can see his wide excited eyes in the gaps between them. You look at him expectantly. Taehyung nods, places his palm to yours, interlocking your fingers together.

Your heart thumps wildly as darkness fills the room. You open your eyes once you hear the familiar voice of your husband call out to you, “No need to fret anymore, my beloved. I’m here now.” Taehyung’s hand covers your old and frail fingers. You lie in your bed, body tired and weathered from all the years you’ve spent on this earth.

Your eyes roam over the room, taking in all the faces of your beautiful children and grandchildren. The pain in your tired joints fades as you focus on the man you’ve only grown to love more in all the years you’ve been together. It’s because of him you’ve lived a fulfilled life full of love. With him by your side you’re ready now.

You look up from your crouched position, the flowers you’ve picked lie fresh and pretty in your basket. You look to the dirt path where a man is running towards you. ‘What is a man doing here of all places?’ you think.

He comes to a stop once he sees you, hands on his knees as he gasps for breath. He looks young and beautiful, though his robes are askew and torn and his face glistens as sweat drips from his chin. You almost decide to ignore him and go back to your duties until you notice the red lines that peak from the uncovered parts of his torso. The cuts look painful. You hesitate, “Do you need some assistance?”

“Don’t mind me, fair maiden,” his breathing is still heavy as he speaks. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. ‘What is he looking for?’ you wonder. You can tell he is trying to hide his panic, but it comes through in his tense movements and jittery eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

Four men on horse approach you. You notice they are soldiers by the gold plates that cover their body. You hold the flower basket a little tighter to your chest. The first soldier speaks, “Have you seen a man come through this way?”

“You’re the only men I’ve seen for days.”

You feel their lewd stares on you, your stomach churns from the unwanted attention. One soldier dismounts his horse and stalks closer to you. “A pretty little thing like you wouldn’t dare lie to us?” he questions.

“I swear on goddess Athena.” You stand still and look to the ground as he invades your space. The soldier brings a calloused hand to your chin to make you look at him, his companions snickering at your discomfort.

“For days? You must be lonely, poor sweet thing you are.” The other soldiers dismount and circle you. You try to keep your face neutral from the disgust you feel as their eyes rake over your body.

“It is as I said,” your eyes shift to the marble walls of the temple behind you. “I would not lie in Athena’s name, I am protected by her watch.” You emphasize your last words, keeping your limbs close and suppressing your instincts to fight and draw this encounter out any longer than need be.

The men look over to the temple and begin to move closer to the entrance. You follow after them, dropping your basket and letting the flowers scatter into the dirt in your haste.

“No men shall enter, unless you want to face the wrath of the goddess herself,” you yell from behind them. The men laugh. You find the courage to pull at the leader’s armour to cease his advancing. “You will be cursed if you go in there, sir!”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide as he hides underneath the blanket you’ve covered him in. He removes his hand from the temple’s wall, and brings his knees up and off the floor, trying to touch as little as possible of his surroundings.

The men scoff at your words, the leader shoves you away but does not advance any closer. You’ve taken up enough of their time, and they need to find this criminal before The Queen bestows her own kind of punishment upon them.

“Be careful, girl. There is a dangerous man fleeing prosecution, pray to your Goddess we find him before you do.” You find their warning quite ironic as you watch the leader kick your basket. You assume in an attempt to be intimidating, but in your opinion it makes him look more like a petulant child, your brow ticks in annoyance.

Only when they are completely out of your sight do you let go of the breath you were holding. You run into the temple, crashing into the stranger as he runs out.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaims, his hands grabbing onto you to keep you from falling. Electricity zips through you as you both break away stunned. You rub at your arms to take away your goosebumps. The stranger lowers the hand that clutched at his chest, his wide eyes looking at you in question.

“Is it true? A curse is the last thing I need right now!” he laments. You giggle. The soldiers called this man dangerous?

“The rules say no man is to enter, yes.” His horrified expression makes you laugh even more. “But...they are more like guidelines,” you assure him. “Enough temple priestesses have brought their fair share of men back and nothing too sinister has happened yet, by the gods.”

It does little to lessen his worry. He looks at you skeptically. “I thought Athena’s priestesses were supposed to stay virginal in honor of the goddess’s protection.”

“Oh,” you offer him a smile, “that is her protection. It is perception that protects us.”

You eye the man, his features are sharp, striking; almost intimidating; but his aura is quite soft. “...protects us from men. In this world there are very few true heroes, I’m afraid most only live inside songs.”

He looks at you in understanding. “My apologies, you had to deal with those soldiers alone. I couldn’t do anything to defend you.” He winces at the thought, “For you to have shielded me instead, I thank you.” He offers you a deep bow and you feel butterflies dance in your chest.

“Can I ask as to why you’re running?”

He looks to the direction he came, unable to meet your eyes. “Ahh, well...I am in poor favor with The Queen.”

Your eyes widen, you’ve heard rumors of her beauty even in the remoteness of your area, and even more of her kingdom’s hedonism. The man in front of you is truly beautiful. He could be one of her lovers, you think, he most definitely looks the part. His robes though now disheveled are of expensive fabric and show off his lean body, and the way he holds himself you can’t imagine him to be a common worker. “So, you and The Queen, I see...”

“Oh! It’s not what you think...I’m a mere poet. I sing to The Queen and her Court, but she suddenly wanted more of me than I am willing to offer. I-I rejected her.”

Your eyes widen again. “That was most unwise.”

He smiles, his eyes cast down. “I can bear the weight of my faults. I plan to leave to another province.”

“You’ll rather leave your home? But it is The Queen!”

“As you can see, there is punishment in denying The Queen of her desires.”

You’re astonished. “I can’t imagine being with her to be so horrible you’d choose to run instead, give up all you’ve acquired?”

“I rather give myself to someone for love.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken at his words, ‘so idealistic.’ You’ve never encountered an individual with such delicate presence, a trait you find most unconventional. A smile pulls at one of the corners of your mouth, “Aphrodite must favor you.”

Taehyung laughs, his eyes softening, “Thank you again, someone must favor me to put you in my path.” His warm dark eyes hold your gaze. “I mustn’t stay too long…”

“Yes, of course! Well then…” You falter in your farewell. He struggles with the decision to leave. Taehyung knows he must, The Queen’s soldiers could come riding through again at any moment, and he doesn’t want to think of the punishment they would bestow upon you if they learned of your lies, so why can’t he seem to let go of your company?

He notices the trampled flowers littered on the ground around you, the colorful petals lay beautiful and ruined, a fate he worries will become yours if he doesn’t make haste. He picks up an unbroken blossom. “Thank you again.” He places the flower in your palms, a warmth spreads over you through your fingertips as you hold your breath in reverence. His thumbs stroke your fingers gently, and then he nods at you one last time and moves to run again. You feel a pressure building in your throat, unready to bid him farewell, and you don’t understand why this man whom you’ve just met is affecting you so. His kindness and his gentleness makes your body yearn to learn more. What can you do, he’s a stranger and not yours to keep, you must let him go.

His flower stays cradled in your hands, you feel your chest tighten more and more with each step he takes that brings another stretch of distance between your bodies. Your limbs itch to move. What should you do? It is what you want to do that makes you so afraid. You silently ask Athena for guidance. It is only when he turns past the treeline and out of sight that you can’t take it any longer.

You run into the temple. You race to your small quarters, and gather anything you deem valuable, not very much. Pushing down the thoughts that tell you you’re acting crazed and without reason, you fasten your belongings to your body. You race out of the temple's entrance and crash once again into a body that jolts your nerve endings with an undeniable energy. You stare into his eyes once more, the man you saved. He looks down at you, eyes wide with surprise but full of mirth.

A horse carries you and Taehyung farther North. You travel in comfortable silence, as your hands rest snugly around his waist. After riding with him for so long, you are no longer shy to hold him, accustomed to being pressed up against his back. You listen to the steady rhythm of horse hooves against the earth. It is peaceful and you find yourself smiling against Taehyung’s back.

The bright lush green landscape turns dark and threatening as the two of you ride past an abandoned village. The wooden wreckage smolders still. You gasp at the sight, so many homes lost. Taehyung taps the horse’s body with his foot to quicken its step.

“Stop!” You yell at Taehyung once you notice a shift amongst the rubble. You jump off before he properly stops his stead, running towards the wreckage to confirm what you thought you had witnessed.

Taehyung runs after you, warning you to be careful. Once you reposition a large plank of wood, you gasp at what you see. There’s a bleeding old woman pinned underneath, still alive. You call for Taehyung’s help, the both of you pulling her as delicately as you can manage from beneath the rubble.

“I can’t believe you’re still alive, it’s a miracle by The Gods.” Taehyung holds the old woman’s hand as you run to the horse to fetch a canteen of water.

“Oh, a miracle yes,” the old woman coughs out, “fate has blessed me after much burden.”

You work to clean her skin of dried blood and ash, offering her water to drink. “What can we do to help?”

“My walking stick, it is most important.” Her eyes stay closed shut in pain, as she gestures to the place you’ve pulled her from. Taehyung rummages around until he pulls an item from the wreckage, an impressive staff decorated with gold markings and a large green gem adorned at its apex.

The old woman offers Taehyung her gratitude, feeling much more at ease she opens her eyes to look at the pair of you. You stare into the old woman’s clouded grey eyes in surprise.

“Thank you child, but hurry, the rain will wash the flames away, but will halt your journey for the day.” Taehyung looks upwards at the old woman’s words, white clouds are traveling across the bright clear blue sky.

You can’t leave the blind woman alone after everything she’s been through. “If it’s going to rain, please let us take you to the next village for shelter.” She nods and walks staff in hand towards Taehyung’s horse.

“Only a bit further, we will make it before it rains,” the old blind woman promises. Sounds of thunder echo faintly in the background. The sun is no longer out, hidden behind dark grey storm clouds. You shiver and rub the exposed skin of your arms for comfort next to Taehyung as the two of you walk next to his horse. He grasps your hand and pulls you closer to him. He radiates warmth. You never know how to react to his kind gestures. You look up at him and meet his gaze, sending him a shy smile. He rubs his thumb on your knuckles, smiling brightly back. If his intentions were to make you warm, he succeeded, your heart feels full.

“This is a farming community. They are a kind people who serve Demeter, the two of you are safe here,” At the old woman’s declarations you and Taehyung look at each other, exchanging unspoken words.

“This is where our paths must diverge. If you continue to follow this road, you’ll find sanctuary for the night, I promise.” Taehyung helps the old blind woman down from his horse. “Thank you again, children. I don’t have anything to offer you in return for your help, but I can give you some words of wisdom.” She smiles kindly at you both.

The old blind woman still holds Taehyung’s hand in hers. She turns his palm upward, her fingers trace the lines of his hand. You watch her curiously. “Ahh, your soul holds so much talent, you’ll find it’s both a blessing and a curse.” You giggle, Taehyung shoots you a look, his lips curving into a half smile. “Ahh, you know of it already. In the future, you’ll have a great choice to make, I can’t choose for you, but as someone who's lived many years and knows how dreadful and gray the world can become, my advice is to choose the path of love.”

“Always,” Taehyung’s eyes cast a look over to you and you feel shy once more under his gaze.

She brings her hand to Taehyung’s face to pat his cheek. “Dear child, too beautiful for your own good. It won’t be easy for you, for either of you, this path before you. Hermes wings have found your heels, you won’t find much rest in this life.” She looks sympathetic as her head turns towards you.

“Much like the universe has brought you to me, I see destiny is not a stranger.” She smiles at you knowingly. You hold your breath as she reaches for your hand, studying your palm alongside Taehyung’s. “Your souls...they have been linked together. I see the red string of fate wrapped tightly around you both.”

You find yourself wanting to believe her. Her words seem heartfelt and true, and you can’t deny her strong aura despite her fragile appearance. You catch Taehyung’s eyes again. Has he been looking at you this entire time? She continues, “This bond you have is quite unbreakable, not even death can cut what tethers you together.” She studies your hand more carefully, “Ahh, peculiar...”

“Do you see something worrisome?” you ask, concerned.

“It is nothing to worry dear, you have much love that surrounds you. Let yourself love. There will be those who will try to keep you apart, but take it from an old old woman, love is a stronger force than even the gods can imagine. It glitters brighter than gold and gives you riches greater than Kings. In the end, you’ll find a way.”

You think of her words all night. You look over to your companion, he sleeps peacefully next to you. Do you love him? Is this love? Is he your destiny? You pray to Athena for answers, but only more questions arise in your mind.

You think to the day you first met him, the memory bringing a smile to your face. You left with him, in the end. It was you who found the courage to ask him to take you with him, on the premise of wanting to see the world while moving to another temple. You expected him to let you down gently, you remember his hesitation still, but instead he had not refused you, and you have been traveling with him ever since. Being with Taehyung filled the holes of loneliness that punctured your existence before meeting. Your world had been small, consisting only within the temple’s walls. Now your world feels infinite, it’s thrilling and terrifying, and at the center of it all is Taehyung, gentle and kind and sincere in his affection.

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You are jostled from your sleep. Taehyung pulls you gently from your bed, his lips placing tender kisses across your forehead as he pulls you to your feet. “I’m sorry, we have to leave again.”

This is not the first time you've had to run, or the second or third. So you pack the things you cannot part with and say goodbye to the rest.

Taehyung, the beautiful poet with a voice that can capture any audience's attention, has always been able to afford you both a roof and a meal. Taehyung’s performances become the talk of whatever acropolis you find yourself in, and his fame grows until his looks and voice catch the attention of someone too important to ignore. Fame is a wonderful thing until it becomes too much, too demanding, and all too quickly can Taehyung’s admirers turn into attackers, vilifying his every action. When that happens he decides to run, and you follow. You worry if it goes on like this you’ll have no more places left to run to.

You liked this place the most, it pangs your heart to lose your home again, but you know your true home is in Taehyung’s arms. You pack as many mementos of this place as you can carry, and hold the rest of your memories close in your heart.

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“Like this,” you pull your bow back and look to the trees ahead where three pheasants sit perched. You choose the biggest bird and aim your arrow. You make sure Taehyung is studying your form and then you let the arrow go. The bird squawks sharply before falling to the ground, and the others scatter to the sky.

“See!” you laugh at Taehyung’s astonished face.

“How are you so much better at this than me?” The poet whines as you hand him back his bow and arrow. You laugh again. You and Taehyung have been learning to survive by yourselves through trial and error, more error than not. You’ve never had to hunt for food before, but you quickly found yourself skilled, and you think it’s quite fun. At least when you’re not starving, stomach already full from fresh berries Taehyung had picked for you to share. He had picked you flowers as well. They sit in your hair in an intricate pattern after you complained to him you couldn’t eat flowers. You slowly remove the arrow bag from around your neck, so as not to ruin the halo he so carefully crafted.

“I caught it, so you cook it,” you tease.

He brings your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “That, my fair maiden, I can do!”

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It is late and Taehyung has not arrived home. His performance should have been done hours ago. You try not to let your thoughts wander into the dark depths of your worst fears as you settle into a restless unease. Your home is quiet and still, too quiet. You keep your ears focused as you wander around the house.

It goes from quiet to chaos too quickly, you hear shouting in the distance. A hand grabs your mouth before you can scream, you start to kick but strong arms hold you tightly. Taehyung shushes you as he pulls you to the back entrance of your home.

You’re running into the woods with the poet, he pulls you to the ground and holds you beneath him. From the bushes you watch men with swords circle your house. You feel violated as you watch them enter your home. Crashes inside make you flinch in Taehyung's arms. “We’ll go back to fetch our things once they leave,” he shushes you.

The soft warm glow of your house becomes bright, light filling up the night sky as a fire breaks out and the men continue to destroy your home. Taehyung covers your mouth to stifle your cries and holds you close to him, whispering countless apologies. You can only whimper in his arms, your shoulders shake in grief as you watch everything you own go up in flames.

When you first came to this place, you and Taehyung stood out too much for the villagers' liking. You were strangers, you didn’t look like them, and they targeted you constantly for the pettiest of things. But this area was remote so you endured their hateful ways. It didn’t help matters when Taehyung, a much better singer than the locals before him, was offered an audience with the region’s King. Taehyung never made an appearance, letting other singers he befriended attend in his place, hoping to gain some favor with the locals, but it only angered the King. Feeling insulted, he killed the poets. And now, with enemies at both ends, and anger consuming the villagers, Ares wrath scorched your home to the ground.

You’re quiet next to Taehyung. Your feet ache from walking. No horse, no food in days. It’s nightfall and cold, you wear his cloak and shiver still. You walk beside the poet, but he feels oceans away. His usual bright eyes are dull and full of sorrow. You didn’t realize how accustomed you were to his touch until he had stopped. Your body aches to be in his arms, to hold his hand while you walk. You feel loneliness twist around you instead.

It is Taehyung who breaks the silence. He speaks softly, “There is a famous temple of Athena in this city, hopefully we can convince them to let you stay.”

The idea revolts you, pulling at the pit of your stomach. The thought of going back to your old ways, as if it would be a reprieve or something you missed, makes you nauseated.

“No.”

“I thought it would be enough...I-I was naive. I’m truly cursed. I can sing all about love, paint beautiful stories of love’s triumph, but when I cannot give you anything else but my devotion, it’s not enough. I can’t stand to watch you wither away in front of me. You deserve more.”

“The oracle said-”

“What kind of life is this for you?” He stops walking, his voice breaks in his anguish. “I-I’m sorry. I should have never taken you away from safety into this reckless existence. This should have been my burden alone.” Tears fall down his face as he shudders. You reach for him, cup his face in your hands. How can you make him see he’s all you want? He lets you wipe away his tears. You pull his head down to meet yours.

“What kind of life is this? The best life I’ve ever could have wished for. A life full of love. I’d trade everything I have for you.” You brush your lips against his, it stops his tears. His eyes fill with adoration, a blazing intensity that makes your heartbeat quicken.

“Stop this worrying, let’s go.” You grab his hand and pull him along. The silence hangs heavy in the air, the stillness of the night frightens you.

“Sing me a song please.”

“From now on I’ll only sing for you.” Taehyung says his words quietly, but his resolve thunders to the heavens, shaking the course of your lives.

The light of day shines through your open window, it illuminates the thin white fabric pulled over your head and wakes you. The white cloth flitters in the breeze of your bedroom and you catch a peak of the handsome man lying next to you. His dark warm eyes are already open as he watches you stretch your sleepiness away. He lifts his head, pulling the sheet higher, so he can get a better look at you, “Good morning, my beloved.”

Taehyung’s dark hair and tan skin against the glowing white backdrop of your bed sheets makes him look ethereal. You watch him in awe, “Good morning, dear husband.”

Your body feels heavy and rested. Your bare skin is warm against his and the sun heated sheet, the soft fabric pulls over your bodies, everything is so soft and warm.

Taehyung buries his head in your chest, smiling against your skin. “I love you.”

Your fingers play with the curls of his hair. “And I love you.”

Underneath the covers, you create your own little world, away from the responsibilities of your lives, the expectations of the day.

Taehyung runs his lips across your naked chest, kissing, licking, biting all over your body. You giggle at his playful teasing touches. “You’re perfection, so soft and pretty.” He captures your lips in a kiss, moving his mouth against yours slowly as his body rests between your legs. His hands find your waist and pull at your skin as he explores your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your moans.

Your legs wrap around his torso, you can feel him growing against your slick core. Taehyung's fingers find yours and he intertwines them together, pulling your arms above your head. He nibbles on the sensitive skin below your jaw.

“You smell so good,” he moans, “you taste so good.” His low baritone voice sends shivers down your body. You whimper, breathless from his caresses. He thrusts in slowly, rolling his body into you, slow and steady until you’re both feverish from mounting pleasure. “What do you want, my love?”

“Just you, please, I want all of you.”

He rolls you over so your body is on top of him. “You have me forever. Now show me how much you want me.” Your playful lover bites his lower lip, pulling on your hips to make you move against him. Your body moves up and down his length, Taehyung’s moans and devastating lustful looks spur you on to please him.

You roll your hips faster, so close to release. Taehyung notices your frenzied state and grabs your hips to hold you still, thrusting up into you instead. His hard length fills you up so deliciously. His grip on you is searing yet soft, you focus on his body below you, his tight muscles and golden skin. “I-I’m close.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

The room fills with sinful noises as your bodies converge again and again and you cry out in euphoria. Taehyung stills inside you as you reach your high, mesmerized by the way your body twist in pleasure in his arms.

Taehyung lays your trembling body down against the soft sheets of your bed, grinding his hips into you as you continue to pulse around him. “Eyes open, look at me my love.”

You struggle with his command, but hold his gaze as best you can, his physique shines with sweat and his hungry eyes roam over your spent body, the erotic way he looks at you ignites the desire in between your legs once again.

He’s so close to release. Taehyung quickens his pace, making you tighten around him, senses overloaded. You moan, encouraging him to keep going.

“You’ll let me fill you up? Have my baby?” His long fingers find your sensitive nub, applying pressure and making you cry out.

“Y-yes!” You can only feel blinding pleasure as Taehyung thrusts into you deeper.

“How beautiful you’ll be, glowing and pregnant with my baby growing inside of you.” He groans. Your stomach tightens as his cock swells, pressure filling you before you feel yourself snapping again. Taehyung’s own release following, your tightness too much for him to handle.

You hold him close to you as you both work to steady your breathing, “We have to start baking soon,” you softly remind him, “before the market opens.”

Taehyung cuddles closer to you, “It’s okay, they’ll wait for my bread, it is the best in the city.” He grins, kneading at your breasts with his large hands. You laugh, relaxing into his embrace.

“Okay okay, we’ll stay a bit longer.”

Your children gather around you in prayer. You take in a ragged breath. Your bedridden aging body feels heavy. Soft light begins to cloud the edges of your vision as you listen to the wistful voices of your sons and daughters shower you with love. Taehyung's fingers brush against your wrinkled digits.

“My beautiful wife, how I missed you.”

You call out his name. Your eldest daughter soothes you, brushing her hand over your forehead. You thought you would be afraid once teetering on the edge of your own mortality, but with him here, holding you again, fear is unable to reach you. You’re already so full of love.

Taehyung comes into your focus, still beautiful in his old age, still the gentle man you love, he places a feather light kiss on your temple. Relief washes through you, the currents pull the burdens on your soul away, and you feel light, floating between worlds.

“I’ve waited for you,” Taehyung’s deep voice fills your mind, “Are you ready to travel with me again?” You know your answer, innate as the love you felt when you first met him.

You take one final breath, letting go and following Taehyung again.

---

Your eyes flutter open. You’re lying face down on the hotel bed. As your eyes begin to focus, you are met with the singer’s face next to yours. Taehyung is lying on his back next to you, grinning from ear to ear, your fingers are still interlocked by your heads.

“What happened?” you whisper.

“I don’t know, I think we passed out, I woke up right before you opened your eyes.”

He looks at you, still beaming, a boxy smile plastered on his face. You try not to smile back. He shouldn’t be this happy!

“That wasn’t bad. You made it sound bad.” he pouts.

You hum, looking at your still intertwined fingers. You study the smooth skin of your hands, the wrinkles and veins you’d seen now only a fleeting memory. You feel tired.

Taehyung feels like he’s just woken up from a long dream. Memories of last night feel far away, more distant than memories presumably lived centuries ago. He focuses on the only constant, you.

“Do you regret it?”

You let out a deep exhale, you move your hand to trace his cheek, his nose, his eyebrow; he watches you quietly. You flick him on the forehead.

Taehyung yelps, looking quite betrayed by your actions. You smile, and his expression switches easily back to happiness. “It’s okay, you don’t have to admit I’m right,” he teases.

You let out a huff, “Doesn’t it bother you? It should bother you! Why is this happening...it’s exhausting...”

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his body. “I don’t care why,” he mumbles into your hair. Your breath catches in your throat as he cuddles closer to you.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Your heart pounds. You try to stay calm. “No,” you whisper.

His arms tighten around your frame. His warmth envelopes you, it feels like there’s fire inside you, burning down all your apprehensions.

“So this is how it feels. I thought I understood Jungkook. But this is....” you feel his body vibrate as he laughs to himself. “It’s not something you can put into words, right? I understand what he means, about not wanting to let you go.”

Closing your eyes you can picture yourself being in a different place, a different land, another time, you let yourself relax into Taehyung’s embrace. You can feel his hands caress your body, his long fingers travel to the back of your neck and down your spine and the curve of your back.

“I know I’ve never hugged you, but it feels like I’ve done this a hundred times before. Like you belong with me.” His voice is low in your ears. You try to ignore how you feel, how true his words are, but you can't.

“Right? At least admit that to me, y/n.” He whispers. His fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you even closer.

“Hm?”

“You belong with me.”

“I-” A knock on your door makes you break away from him. Taehyung flops on his back, sighing. You open the door to the youngest and oldest members smiling at you.

“Good morning!” You internally wince at your unusually high voice. Jungkook looks over your shoulder, noticing movement inside your room. He sees Taehyung sitting cross legged on your bed, leaning back on his palms with a grin on his face. Jungkook’s doe eyes go wide as his head turns slowly over to the eldest, who then mirrors his expression. Their surprised faces would be comical to you if you didn’t feel responsible for their reactions.

Everyone’s silence is making your stomach twist into knots. You clear your throat. “I touched his hand, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Unable to meet their eyes, you feel the need to add, “That’s all that happened. So...okay, let’s go!”

---

Everyone is sitting in the penthouse, around the coffee table filled with plates piled high with different breakfast foods. Some are sitting on the floor, some on the couch with plates in their laps. Jin ushers you next to an open spot next to J-Hope and sits on your other side. Taehyung and Jungkook have been quietly talking behind you and find seats in the empty gaps.

“The food here is really good,” Hoseok says in between bites as Jin serves you a plate. He smiles brightly at you. Hoseok wishes he wasn't so apprehensive with you. He aches to get to know you, learn all your quirks, learn about your childhood and what makes you happy so he can shower you with more of it; and what makes you sad so he can make sure you never experience it again. But he's too scared, Hoseok feels too much guilt.

His hair is messy and sticking up in weird angles, you resist the urge to fix it. ‘Just keep your hands to yourself, y/n. He’s not your friend,’ you chant in your head. You look around at the men, cozy and warm in their group. You realize how much of an outsider you are.

“Here,” Jin places a triangle of sweet toast on your already overflowing plate. You eat quietly while the members talk to themselves and check their phones. It feels nice, like a big family dinner on the holidays. You watch Hoseok take a selfie with his phone, a minute later you feel your phone vibrate with a notification.

“You posted to twitter just now?” Hoseok notices the panic in your voice as you magnify the picture to make sure there’s no item or reflection that might incriminate you.

“Err yes, why?” he scoots closer to you to see what you’re doing.

“I just-didn’t think it was that easy.” You scroll quickly through your timeline now that you’ve made sure you’re safe, Jin and Hoseok both moving in your space to stare at your phone much to your dismay and you think it’s time to put it away after the third photo of Namjoon’s toned arms pop up on your feed.

After stuffing yourselves full, the time has come to address the elephant in the room. The members take turns reliving the moments of last night, and in Taehyung’s case this morning, explaining everything so the group could all remain on the same page.

Namjoon should have been upset, once Taehyung shocked the rest of the group by speaking, but being in the same predicament himself, he was not surprised to learn Taehyung sought you out, he had barely slept toying with the idea himself.

You don’t talk much, just confirm certain details. You noticed how the men glossed over the most tragic parts of your visions, and you don’t care to interject. You learned new things as well...

Jimin finding his way back to your farm, only to find it destroyed and you gone, and unable to live with himself after that. You can’t meet each other's eyes when you tell him your own version of events.

Jin wanted to propose, he had picked out a ring, a bright blue gem like the ocean.

Taehyung had convinced you he stopped singing as a bard because he grew to hate it, but he confessed, to your suspicion, that wasn’t the case at all. He promised you he never once regretted his decision.

Hoseok took the job as a DJ because when you were younger you were obsessed with your local station, swooning over the DJ's voice and always calling in to win contests for you and Hoseok. He always had an affinity for music, but mostly he did it for you, to impress you.

Yoongi almost didn’t admit he had never really left your side, how he never stopped protecting you. That had shocked you the most. Your heart screams to comfort him, to comfort all of them.

Jungkook excitedly tells you everything he had planned for your escape, he used his life’s savings to find you and him a new home far away. He tells you how if you both had succeeded you would have been so happy with him.

It felt weird. All these lives inside you itching to burst through, you didn’t feel like yourself anymore. You meet the idol’s eyes sitting next to you, and when he looks at you so tenderly, you wonder who he really sees.

“Yoongi’s life was the coolest.” The quiet rapper keeps his head down, only nodding in acknowledgement at Jimin’s comment.

“Well I liked mine,” Taehyung declares. “Which one was your favorite, y/n?”

“I’m not answering that,” you mutter, growing hot under the sudden attention.

“Hmm I don’t see a connection.” Namjoon hums. “Apart from y/n.”

“Should there be one?”

“I’m assuming nothing strange like this has ever happened to you before?” Namjoon turns to you. You shake your head. “Have you ever had dreams, um, of us?”

“No! I mean-what? No.” You pull the neck of Jungkook’s hoodie over your mouth to hide your embarrassment, with no intention on admitting anything. What does dreaming have to do with this?

Namjoon stays silent in thought. Should he tell the group now?

“I should probably go now.” It’s no longer morning after talking for so long. You have a life to go back to; chores, work. You hope being back in your home will make you feel more like the old you, before everything you thought you knew was turned upside down.

Jungkook stands up, “Why!”

“I have work in the morning? Not everyone is a famous world class musician,” You try to keep your tone light, but you’re bothered.

His lips press into a tight line. “I know, just…”

You have responsibilities, a job to go to tomorrow, you don’t want to entertain the wild fantasies arising in your mind at the way he looks at you so pleadingly to stay. “I can’t stay here all day.” You stand up as well, the members’ eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, like they were watching fighters in a match.

“I don’t want you to leave.” Jungkook blurts out.

You close your eyes and rub at your temples. It’s becoming too hard, to keep pushing these feelings away, you cannot allow yourself to feel things for these men. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. What do you want from me?”

Jungkook speaks louder, “Do you not want to be with me?”

“I’m-that’s not-it’s not that simple. You don’t even know me! Do you want to be with me-”

“Yes.”

You let out an incredulous laugh and look around the room, but the men look starkly serious. You focus on the youngest again, raising your voice so everyone can hear you clearly. “I’m a nobody. You don’t know me. Name one thing you know about me other than my name...name my favorite color! If you can name my favorite color I’ll sta-”

Jungkook names your favorite color. His eyes piercing through you. Your breath catches in your throat.

‘How did he-wait...was it her favorite color too?’ Tears well up in your eyes. “...I’m not her.”

Jungkook winces at your words, “You’re right, I don’t know who you are right now. But you are...I know you are...the woman I fell in love with. What are you so afraid of?”

You look down at the ground to your feet. You can only shake your head at him and keep your mouth shut so you don’t start crying in front of them. You feel a hand wrap around yours and you already know who it is. You yank your hand away. If Yoongi is hurt, he doesn’t show it to you.

“I’m sorry, I know my life is difficult, that I’m a ‘famous musician,’ but isn’t it better than a poor stable worker? Can’t you see how meeting you again, this might be, maybe...fate?”

A pained laugh escapes your throat, letting go of the pressure you built up in your forced silence. “Oh my god. This is not happening.” Yes, maybe you can finally admit what happened was real, but what does that change? It’s not like you can run away with him in this life either, the entire world recognizes him now.

Your hands hold your head, your nails dig into your skin to concentrate on anything other than Jungkook’s continuing pleas. It’s just laughable to think this idol is begging you to stay with him. A sick thought invades your mind that maybe you’re doomed to repeat your transgressions. The memory of his bleeding body flashes in your mind, you’re not meant to be with them, how could you be? They’re the most famous singers in the world, yeah, you are afraid.

Jimin tries to calm down the youngest, “Kookie, you can’t force her to stay here…”

Jungkook is beside himself. He feels you slipping through his fingers again, away from him and even if it’s different now, it feels too sickeningly similar.

“Hyung please, you’ve been with non-idols, please talk to her...please!” Jungkook is crying, begging Jin.

A strangled sob escapes your throat at his cries. Hoseok rushes over to you, but you scramble away from his touch. You know you’ll break the second you let him comfort you.

Jin’s heart is breaking; for Jungkook, for you, for himself. He doesn’t know what to say, he’s just afraid as Jungkook of letting you go. Finally Namjoon decides to take control of the situation, the only one with a clear head. “Everyone leave. Now. Y/n deserves her space, and we still have four more days left in this city. Alright go!” The boys pull each other away, holding onto each other for strength, trusting their leader.

Yoongi pats a crying Jungkook on the back, “It’s okay, Joon will convince her.”

---

Your eyes hurt from crying, puffy and dark. You feel pathetic. Your head is pounding, you lean against the car window as you watch the blur of the city go past.

“Here.” Namjoon sits across from you, leaving the middle seat open. He hands you a cell phone.

You hold the sleek new model in your hand, “What is this?”

“It’s a hand phone,” the idol says teasingly.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “What is this for?”

“For you, to contact us.” Namjoon shrugs, “If you want to.” You sit in silence as his driver takes you home.

“You haven’t asked to touch my hand. Do you not want to?” You ask, sneaking a glance at the rapper.

“Of course I want to,” he speaks softly. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I saw you. But you’ve gone through a lot. I’ll let you decide if it’s something you want to do, and when you’re ready I’ll be here.”

You bite your lip. “For four more days.”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples on display. “Yes, I’m guessing you didn’t get tickets for the next city?”

“No, I wish. Those fanmeet tickets weren’t exactly cheap.”

Namjoon chuckles softly, “Ahh sorry.”

“Well, I did get a free breakfast with BTS, lucky me,” you hum. He nods, his eyes cast down. You hope he didn’t catch any bitterness in your tone, under any circumstance you would be dying of happiness.

You let the silence envelope you again, as you start to recognize the streets, you’re getting closer to home and to being left alone. You sigh, running your hands over your face, “Oh god, this is a mess.”

“I don’t think it is. I think there’s a reason for everything. And I think there’s a reason why this happened to you. To all of us.”

“What could that reason be?” You ask him genuinely, maybe the genius idol sees something you don’t.

“I don’t know. I do know it’s lonely being an idol. It’s hard to love, to find someone to love you and not break under the constant pressure.”

“I don’t know if I can be that person.”

“Well to me, it sounds like you’ve already been that person.” You want to scoff, but the sincere look in his eyes makes you stop. The GPS signals your arrival home.

The air is heavy as you gather up the strength to leave, “I will message you later, I promise. Just give me some time.”

You watch the expensive van leave your entrance. You couldn’t see through the dark tinted windows, but you had a feeling the idol was watching you, so you held yourself together and waved goodbye.

---

You know you should have just gone inside your home, but you had something to do first, it was driving you mad not knowing. So now you stand in front of a door that’s not your own still in clothes that are not your own. You send a text of your arrival and knock.

“Hi!” You pretend you aren’t exhausted, “I just have to try something-”

He looks at you dumbfounded as you grab his hand and start shaking it. Nothing. ‘Of course, just wonderful.’ You switch to two hands, shaking more forcefully.

“What’s going on...” his voice is shaky from the intense movements of your greeting. ‘Why is nothing happening, why is it only them, Ugh, why!’

“Earth to y/n...” why why why why.

He grabs your arms to stop your movements “Hey, are you okay? You never responded to my calls, I was worried.”

“I’m sorry,” you look into his concerned eyes. It feels like eons ago, whatever budding feelings you had for him. Why.

“Do you want to come in?”

“No, I better go.”

“You came all the way over here and you don’t want to tell me how last night went? You meet BTS and now you’re acting all crazy! You didn’t decide to leave me for one of them, did you?” your friend jokes.

“Ah ha aha…”

He raises his eyebrow at you. “I have work tomorrow...I just wanted to see you.” It’s the truth, you’re not lying. “I’m sorry for not responding last night. I’ll see you later?”

He gives you a kiss goodbye. ‘Oh no.’ It all feels so wrong.

---

The first day, you send Jungkook an apology. He sends you a ton of voice memos and selfies, just happy to talk to you again. You respond with light replies, trying not to dig your hole any deeper.

The second day, that night you break down. You send all the boys a simple “hi”. Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Namjoon all respond. They send messages about their day. Jin sends you a picture of his food. Yoongi says he misses you. Against your better judgement you tell him you miss him too. Suspiciously, after your reply Jungkook and Taehyung message that they miss you seconds apart from one another. You tell them you miss them too, when Taehyung says he wants to see you, you’re too scared to respond.

The third day you stay busy with work. Hoseok sends you a picture of the sunset, his first message to you, nothing else. You wait until the night comes and send a picture of the moon from your window, and ‘Goodnight. Sweet dreams.’

The fourth day the pressure becomes too much. You hover over the call button all day but you can’t do it. By dinner time, you get a call from Jungkook. You try to swallow down the tears you’ve cried all day and sound cheerful when you answer.

“I just wanted to call before we get on the plane,” he says.

‘It’s too late. No.’ you think. “I’m sorry, tell Namjoon I’m so sorry. I should have seen him before you all left, I should have...”

“Don’t worry y/n. No one blames you.”

“That doesn’t mean what I did was okay. I wanted to see you all again.”

“You did?” The way his voice becomes more cheerful tugs at your heart. “You can make it up to us by talking more. Can I video chat with you later?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, got to go...Bye Beautiful.” He sounds like he’s in a much better mood, you can hear the teasing lilt to his words.

Weeks go by. You keep your promise. It’s easier communicating through the screen of your phone. You can imagine them to be online friends, people who are not famous. Some conversations stay light, some become deeper. They pry information from your life, learning more and more about you, and you feel yourself getting attached to their morning greetings and late night calls. Meanwhile, with family and friends you try to act like everything is normal, keeping this weird new world hidden, but you’re still constantly haunted by your memories with them. Your past lives play through your mind all day long and replace your dreams. Everything else felt so wrong now, so not you anymore, so gray. You feel like a bad friend, a bad daughter, a cheater.

---

Namjoon wakes up, groaning, his body still heavy from sleep. He quickly changes into a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. He chooses a forest green vest to wear, like the plants in his room. He runs pomade in his hair before heading downstairs to get ready for the morning.

He unlocks the door to his bookstore, before he can turn around the door opens with a loud ding. You walk in and make a beeline to the center table. Namjoon laughs, “Back so soon?”

“Of course, I’m so bored! My crops won’t be harvestable for another couple of months. Any other recommendations? I loved your last one.” You smile brightly at the bookstore owner, he’s always so kind to you and doesn’t make you feel like an outsider when you visit. If you could, you would spend all day in his store, talking about the latest novels and picking each other's brains. “Before I forget! For you...” You hand him two jars of homemade jam.

You're his favorite customer. And if Namjoon is being honest, he has a crush on you. He pulls a book from high above a shelf, a pristine copy. “This one, it should keep you busy.” Your eyes sparkle as you take in the large leather bound novel, gold letters adorning it’s spine. “How much?”

“Don’t worry, this one time I’ll take jam as payment.”

“No, that was a present,” you pout.

“Well, then this is a present for you.”

“Sir, if you don’t let me pay, I will throw a fit! I need you to stay in business.” It’s always like this with him, you’ll be damned if he doesn’t let you show him how much you appreciate him.

Namjoon laughs, “Alright alright. Then promise me you’ll come visit as soon as you finish.”

You nod, holding your new purchase close to your heart. He watches you leave, his eyes lingering on your body. You hold onto his book like a prized trophy. It’s another thing he loves about you, the way you treat things with so much care. His eyes still linger on you as you stand outside his shop. He sees a stranger run into you, you stumble back and almost fall, he rushes to the door to help you but stops in his tracks as the man's face comes into focus. “Jimin?”

Namjoon wakes up startled. He runs his hands through his hair, disturbed at what he saw. He’s covered in sweat, inside the cold room of his bedroom. Every night he’s had dreams of you, but this one was different. Should he go talk to someone about it? Who would believe him? He feels like every day he’s slowly getting closer to losing his mind. Today is going to be a long day full of press junkets. He rubs at his eyes trying to forget what he saw, what he felt.

---

Today you decide to call Namjoon. Usually, you’ll wait until one of the members decides to call you, but you had to talk to him before you lost your nerve. He picks up on the second ring. “Hey, I can’t talk for that long, is everything okay?” you can hear how busy it is in the background.

“No it’s my fault! I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, of course you would be busy. Call me when you’re free.”

“No! I have some time, we can talk.” You hear him shuffling to a quieter location.

Are you going to regret this? You take a deep breath. “I want to see you again. I-I don’t want to forget about what happened and go back to my life like everything is normal when it's not. You were right. I’m sorry...I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” You wait for Namjoon’s response, the silence fills you with anxiety. You would completely understand if he brushes you off now.

“I’ll figure something out. Okay y/n?”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

“See you.”

That night Namjoon sends you a series of text messages with instructions. Your eyes go wide over the new information. You look around your home, you know you should feel some sadness, but only excitement bubbles inside you. ‘I guess this is it.’ How are you going to explain this to your family and friends, to your boyfriend? A special internship in South Korea, you guess is how you’ll start.

---Three Months Later---

Namjoon splashes cold water on his face, he looks up into his bathroom mirror and blinks at his reflection. Namjoon’s eyes are not his.

Namjoon wakes up yelling. He falls back into bed, catching his breath. He checks the time. You should be on the plane right now. The idol rapper has always appreciated the wealth he’s accumulated over the years, but he feels especially grateful in this moment, now that he has found himself in a position of power large enough to secure you with a translation job within his own company.

---

A man holds a sign with your name on it. You walk towards him, your suitcase ticking on the airport concrete as it rolls on the ground behind you. You spent the last three months preparing for this, studying over language books every night and saying goodbye to family and friends. Your parents didn’t understand your sudden change of career, but you promised them the pay was better and it wouldn’t be forever. Your boyfriend was not so understanding, especially when you wouldn’t give him any details as to why you’re leaving the county. You and him weren’t even that serious to begin with but the breakup was messy.

You followed the driver’s instructions once he dropped you off in front of a very posh looking complex, entering key codes, up the elevator, down the hall, until you stood in front of the correct numbered door. You use the key he gave you to unlock the large door and walk into a massive apartment. Every member is already inside, waiting for you. You feel relief wash over you, you can’t help but smile at the group. They cheer at your arrival, you notice balloons and a makeshift welcome sign. The mood is definitely much more relaxed from the last time you all gathered together.

“Is this your place?” You ask as Jungkook takes your suitcase.

“No, this is your apartment.”

Your eyes go wide, “This is way too big!”

Taehyung jumps up and gives you a hug. The months you talked made you feel much more comfortable around them, but you still weren’t prepared for the rush of emotions that filled you once in his embrace again.

“It’s the smallest unit in this building,” Yoongi lets you know.

“And I’m guessing I can’t go to another building.”

“Our dorm is in this one,” The youngest member explains.

“How…” You take a deep breath, eyeing Jungkook up and down, “...convenient.” You take a seat with them on the ridiculously huge couch, next to Yoongi and Jin.

You sigh, stretching your sore jet lagged muscles. “Need to go to the bathroom?” Yoongi whispers at you teasingly.

You snort, his words taking you out of your worries. “Funny,” you mutter.

The eldest helps you fill out a stack of forms for your employment while the rest set plates of takeout on the living room table. You eat your first meal in Korea together. Sitting together, laughing together, you feel better than you have in months. It’s that feeling you get when you’ve finally completed a puzzle, placing the last piece in its place. You feel complete.

Taehyung’s words pull you from your thoughts.

“So y/n, when are you gonna hold Joon’s hand?”

“Oh, um…”

“You came all the way to Korea for him, right!” Taehyung teases.

“She doesn’t have to...” Namjoon murmurs.

“Oh c’mon! You can’t tell me you haven’t been going crazy waiting!”

“Yeah, I agree with Tae!” Jimin laughs.

“Do it!” Jungkook cheers.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” The youngest members are chanting at the pair of you. You feel the heat rise in your face. You had planned on it, you wanted to find a way to get Namjoon alone, but now with all the attention on you, you feel apprehensive. You look over to Namjoon who looks equally as embarrassed. ‘I don’t want to do this,’ the thought screams in your head.

It has been months, Namjoon has waited for this moment. Now that he’s being put on the spot, he’s apprehensive. Ever since his bandmates touched you, they have acted differently, it might not be noticeable to anyone around them, but Namjoon noticed. Would he change too? Before he can yell at his bandmates, you stand up and walk over to his seat. “They aren’t going to stop,” You whisper, holding out your hand. He sighs and stands up.

“So?” Jin asks when he notices the lack of reaction from both of you as you grip each other's hands.

“Um, nothing is happening.” You stare at the rapper, but his attention is on the place where your hands meet, brows furrowed in disbelief.

“This doesn’t make sense..” He starts shaking your hand up and down as if that might help, it reminds you of the night he dropped you off, and you know exactly how he feels.

“Maybe it’s because I’m jet lagged or something? We could try again later...” you try to soothe the rapper but you can tell he is growing more and more upset with each passing moment, and your arm feels like it's going to dislodge from your shoulder the more he shakes.

The members have all gone silent.

“Maybe you don’t have a past life together?” Hoseok places his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to stop his movements. No one expected this.

“No, that’s not-we have to-I know it!” Namjoon tries to stay calm but his voice is full of panic.

“Maybe it had something to do with that time, the planets aligning or something?” Jimin says. Is this your fault? Because you were too scared. What have you done? You’re rethinking everything now, you shouldn’t have come here.

“No.” Namjoon is right, he knows it, “that’s not it...” It doesn’t make sense, he knows there’s a connection between you and him. He lets the confession tumble out of his mouth before he can properly think. “Your name, I knew it! How would I know your name?”

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon bites his tongue. He lets go of you. He blinks his eyes to get rid of tears threatening to spill. The mood is gone and everyone is silent. You feel horrible. Somehow this is your fault, you know it.

“Joon...” The eldest member calls out to him.

“I-I need some air.” Namjoon breaks away from the group.

“Wait!”

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OOOOooo you had a whole ass boyfriend and you went and tongued Yoongi, scandalous. Looks like poor Joonie got the spiritual cockblock. Should I explain myself lol or do you like drawing your own conclusions?

Oh! Fun fact, the two sentences were this: Your eyes flutter open, you’re lying face down on the hotel bed. Taehyung is lying on his back next to you, grinning from ear to ear, your fingers are still interlocked by your heads. That’s what I had to go on T_T hah. Anyways let me know what you think <3

[batwritings]

hiya Bat!! Here to request! My first time :], I really like your DreamXD works, may I request more spit kink stuff? maybe he gets all jealous you were hanging out with someone again and one thing leads to another? I also really liked the "Little Star" nickname, very creative! Also, may I be the Lust Demon anon?

I’m so glad everyone likes that nickname! I’m happy to provide, friend! Enjoy~!

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Neon green eyes were practically glowing against the night sky as he watched you exit the prison. Why you kept going to visit Dream, he didn’t know. What he did know is that he absolutely hated it. Was he not enough for you? Were you not satiated by one Dream in your life?

Regardless, he was going to make sure that your visitations ended tonight. He floats down from where he had positioned himself, landing just behind you. “Going somewhere, little star?” he asked, directly behind your ear.

You jump and let out a startled noise, whipping around to face the god. “XD!” You screeched, pushing his chest softly. “I was just on my way home.” You started to walk away, assuming he would follow you back to your shared abode.

“I don’t like you visiting him so much,” the god hums from behind you, following along with you.

You look at him curiously, trying to figure out his tone. “What’s wrong with visiting an old friend?” You ask, arms crossing. “I’m trying to get info from him too.”

Before you know it, DreamXD has spread his wings and has you up in the air. You scream at first, startled by the sudden movement before relaxing against him. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten fed up with walking. He sets you down against the wood just outside your home’s door and ushers you inside rather impatiently.

You open your mouth to speak, but the god of the SMP only takes that as an opportunity to kiss you roughly. You start to protest when he finally pulls off you, his voice low and growly in your ear. “Your attention should be on me, my little star,” he says, voice distorting more than usual.

Clawed hands tear at your clothes, your body going lax and letting him have his way with you. “XD,” you whine, feeling his hands start to roam your body.

“Hmm?” he hums, pushing his mask to the side. You meet his gaze and are immediately overwhelmed by the lustful look they carry. “Oh, did you want my attention now my lovely mortal?”

“P-please,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. “I’ll be good.”

His hand cradles your face gently, thumb brushing over your cheek then your lip. “Open for me,” he commands, and you obey without a second thought. The thought had gone through your minds once or twice of this, but he never thought to follow through until now. This was the perfect opportunity to show you that you were his.

A shudder and a moan run through you as you watch and feel his saliva, thick and viscous slip from his lips to yours. As you swallow, you notice him get on your level. “You are mine, little star,” he growls, lips nearly against yours with his hand around your neck. He wasn’t squeezing at all, just a show of dominance. You nod weakly in his grasp, unable to do much more.

He smirks at you, all sharp teeth and a glint in his eyes. “If you believe it so much, prove it,” he says, freeing his member from his robes. “Worship your god, mortal.”

You inch forward, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock before properly going down on him. You never could quite fit all of XD in your throat, but today you knew you had to try. You needed to show him he had no reason to be jealous.

Doing your best to quiet your gag reflex using tricks you’d heard of you take as much as you’re able down your throat, stopping just before you gag. You focus on breathing through your nose and stroking what you can’t fit. To your credit, the god above you is letting out pleasured sighs and moans. You’re so focused on your task you don’t even notice the phantom hands he summons, gasping as they start to rub your sensitive sex and toy with one nipple.

One of his actual hands cards through your hair, getting a firm grip on your head. He starts to guide you and you let him not hardly paying attention as you feel your nose bump against his pubic area. He smiles at you, lopsided. “So good for me darling,” he praises, hips twitching as he wills them not to buck down your throat.

You moan back at him in response, loving the praise and attention he gave. It’s not long before you noticed his moans get louder, the grip in your hair tighter. “I’m going to fill your throat my little star,” he provides. “Don’t miss a drop.” You nod the best you can as you feel your climax fast approaching. At the feeling of him firing down your throat, you feel yourself come undone, your body arching into his hands.

Slowly does he pull out from between your lips, each of you gasping and panting as you come down. Finally, you look up at him and smile faintly. “So,” you start, earning his attention. “A little jealous are we?”

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A/N: Okay...so this is the latest I've ever posted. and to think that I thought 7am on a Saturday morning was late. Anywayssss, this is just something hot and a lil fluffy for y’all…hopefully it doesn’t suck too bad lmao. Enjoyy🙃

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You didn’t want Harry to leave and go to work. You were incredibly subby this morning and the last thing you wanted was to be all subby and all alone at home without Harry. You’d been in that position before and you absolutely hated it! Instead of cockwarming and cuddles and attention, you were cuddling with Harry’s pillow with a toy pushed up into you underneath your panties. And until Harry came back to you, which would be later on in the day, you’d jump on any chance to talk to him throughout the day, and when you couldn’t talk to him you’d try to preoccupy yourself with other things that would take your mind off of Harry and how bad you needed him. Even though you wished that you could spend every moment with your husband and have him all to yourself, you did understand and recognize that he had to work. It’s just that he took such amazing care of you all the time, especially when you were feeling small and needy. That’s why you definitely preferred and loved him working in his home office opposed to him leaving the house. At least with him working at home you could go down to his office and spend some time with him, even if it was just a couple minuets. But when he left home, you’d be all alone and too subby to go visit him at work. So having Harry at home was definitely something you needed when you were small and subby and in need of daddy. 

That’s why you were intent on persuading Harry to stay home with you today.

When you woke up this morning, you were surprisingly up before Harry and you were feeling subby and needy for him. On top of that, you had come to the realization that his schedule for the day consisted of leaving for work. So in order to effectively persuade your husband to stay home, you knew what you were going to have to do. You slowly move yourself out of Harry’s warm and tight grip, constantly checking to make sure that you didn’t wake him, as you move yourself down and a little bit away from Harry’s body. Just as you reach up to tug the comforter off of Harry, he turns his body onto his back, causing you to quickly retract your hand and nervously wait to see if he’d wake up. Once the coast is clear, you reach up again to peel the covers off of his body to reveal his almost naked body to you. Before you even began tugging his boxers down, you couldn’t help but stare at his body. Your mouth was full on watering at how good he looked and you were getting even more excited to unveil his cock and take him into your mouth. After all you’re done ogling Harry, you push your fingers into the waistband of Harry’s boxers and you carefully tug them down from his waist, and all the way down his legs, tossing them away from you. Now that they were fully off and two of the hardest tasks of this entire “mission” so to speak were out of the way, it was time to have a little fun.

You wrap your hand around his soft, and still very sizable shaft, picking his heavy and warm cock up and into your warm and welcoming hand. You waste no time giving him a couple tugs before lowering your mouth onto his rather large head and suckling on him a bit. As you continue to suckle on his cock, you begin to feel a warmth spread across your body. It wasn’t the warmth that flooded your body as you got closer and closer to your releases, it was a warmth that was related to being comfortable. Whenever you were subby, you loved being close to Harry in a more intimate way. For example, cockwarming. You loved it all the time, but you especially loved it when you were feeling small. It was peak closeness for you since Harry would be inside you by means of your mouth or your pussy. Either way, you found that it made you all warm inside and happy. Plus you knew that Harry was loving it too so that made you love it even more. Whenever you were subby, you were always in tune with making daddy happy, so if you were making Harry and yourself happy all at once, it was a win win in your book.

 Anyways, you felt at home being down there with your mouth and hands around Harry. So at home that you decided to lay your head down against his thighs for a little bit, continuing to stroke and suck on him in this position until his cock begins to stiffen up. When he became rock hard, you took the tip of your tongue and began to trace the veins running up and down his shaft while you palmed at the slick head of him. You’d also spend time quickly moving your mouth up and down his shaft while pushing your hand between his legs to pull and squeeze at his balls. You even sucked them into your mouth while you tugged at Harry’s glistening shaft. 

While you’re continuing to play with him, Harry is still asleep. At least he was still asleep for a little while. After about five or so minuets into you putting your mouth and hands on him, Harry was pulled right out of his sleep from the feeling. It was nearly impossible for him to stay asleep any longer from the way your mouth and hands perfectly engulfed his cock. You were so focused on his cock that you didn’t even realize that he was awake or notice him looking down at you as you mouthed and tugged at him. He knew that you’d just brush any sounds he made off as him having a wet dream so he was able to let out a couple moans at the pleasure, occasionally bucking his hips up into you whenever it hit him really hard. Like when you sucked on his balls, Harry was right on the edge of losing his shit in that moment.  To him, your mouth was extraordinary around his cock. Your mouth was extremely wet and incredibly warm, nothing (aside from your pussy of course) and no one could ever or would ever come close to topping it. He also loved the way you’d spit down onto his cock and use your hand to slather it all over him on top of all of your spit from when you were sucking on him. As you continued to sloppily lick and suck on his cock, Harry grew hungry for you to get messier. And by the end of it all, Harry wanted to see a mixture of your saliva and his cum sliding down your chin and pouring from the corners of your mouth as you tried to swallow it all. He wanted his cock to be a sticky and dripping mess too. Harry was fully hard, and extremely turned on now and he really wanted you to make a full on mess on his cock. And he was going to get that mess, even if it meant taking control a little bit. 

“Look so pretty sucking me off babe.” He sighs down to you out of the blue. When you hear his voice, you immediately jump, bringing your movements to a complete halt. Your heart was pounding against your chest from him talking to you all of a sudden. “Take a deep breath baby.” He chuckles, bringing a hand down to smooth it across your back to calm you down.

“You scared me a little daddy.” You mumble in response before bringing your mouth back down onto his cock. You were so entranced and focused on his cock that his voice other than his moans completely zapped you out of your zone.

“M’sorry baby, you just feel so good on me.” He moans, which sends a major shock to your core. On top of the fact that his moans were an incredible turn on for you, Harry’s voice was also a bit deeper since he was still waking up. This was the perfect concoction to get your juices flowing even more. Downstairs and upstairs. As you continue to move your mouth and hands on Harry’s cock, you can feel him begin to push down on the back of your head, forcing you to take his cock deeper. When he does this, you oblige, wanting to do anything he wants so that he can stay home with you today. You move your head down with his hand all the way down his cock until your nose is nudging the area surrounding his cock, causing you to gag a bit. “That’s it baby! Make a mess.” He praises and instructs through a moan, pushing your head down a little more to hear you gag some more. The wet sound of you choking on his cock was like music to his ears. And when he looked down at you, the sight beautifully matched the sound, your lips forced to stretch around his entire cock and take him all the way down your throat while you dug your nails into his thigh and breathed heavily through your nose. He couldn’t see it since your eyes weren’t in his direction but they were watering from the pressure against the back of your throat. And just as the little tears began to fall, Harry squeezes the back of your neck and pulls you up from his cock. When you fully remove your mouth from him, you immediately break into a series of labored breaths from having your throat filled to the brim. 

But that doesn’t stop you from continuing to tug at his cock. You really wanted to make Harry cum and feel really good so that once you asked, he couldn’t say no. So you kept your hand moving against him and once you caught your breath, you brought your mouth back onto him and you began to move your mouth a bit faster, giving his balls some attention as well to push him closer to the edge. 

“Fuck Y/n!” He groans, bringing his hand up to the back of your head, feeling his release becoming extremely close. After sucking on him a bit more, you spit directly onto the head of him, right on his leaky slit before lowering your head to suck at least one of his balls into your mouth. When you do this, you moan around him a bit to work him up even more. The vibrations from your moans went right through the delicate yet full area and spread across Harry’s body, pushing him right to the edge. When you feel his cock twitch in your hand, you remove your mouth from his balls and you bring it back up to his cock where you just suckle on the head, swirling your tongue around too so that he’d just crumble and cum in your mouth. And in seconds he was doing just that. His moans turned into whines and hisses as he came hard in your mouth. Rope after rope he spurted his cum inside, letting go of it all. “Fuck!” Harry moans, feeling is body become incredibly loose and relaxed as he spurts the last drops of his cum into your mouth. When he’s all done, you pull your mouth away from his cock, and as you do you leave a string of the cum and spit mixture that was made in your mouth on Harry, connecting your lips with his cock. That mixture is also dripping down his shaft and balls since you couldn’t swallow it all. On top of that, you had little tear stains from when you choked on his cock, and you had cum and spit all over the lower portion of your face. Making the prefect mess Harry wanted. 

You then crawl up the bed to lay back against him, nuzzling yourself into his body before asking Harry to stay home with you for the day. But before you can even ask him, Harry beats you to it. Except it’s not what you wanted to hear. 

“I love it when you wake me up like that baby.” He hums, turning his head slightly to plant a kiss to your temple. “And I love you even more.” He continues, giving you one final kiss to the temple before moving away from you to turn his alarm off and get up from the bed. Causing you to shoot up after him. 

“Where are you going?!” You immediately question, stopping Harry in his tracks. 

“Have t’get to work baby.” He simply explains from the end of the bed. 

“Can you just stay home today?” You beg softly, moving towards the end of the bed to get closer to him. 

“Have t’go into the office sweets. I’ll try to leave a bit early so we can have our time together.” He sighs in response. But you wanted him to stay home and cuddle with you. 

“But I wanted to cuddle.” You pout at him, sitting back on your claves. 

“We can cuddle when I get back.” He offers, extending his hand to softly your cheek.

“But I sucked you off! And now it’s my turn and I want to cuddle. That’s how it works daddy, I help you, and then I get something I want.” You reply adamantly, explaining the rules you’d come up with in your head. 

“That’s how it works baby?” He asks, curious as to where you were going with this. Hearing you all subby as you beg him to stay home was making him want to stay at home and just spend the day in bed cuddling and doing nothing. In fact, Harry was subconsciously working on a quick email to his colleagues letting them know that he wouldn’t be able to make it into the office today. But given the fact that Harry was Harry and he enjoyed messing with you, he was going to make delivering you his verdict on the matter (which was in your favor by the way), a little bit challenging. Just a little bit though. 

“Mhm, that’s how it works.” You reply confidently, keeping the pout on your face though. 

“Well what if I didn’t want what you gave me?” He replies smartly, even though he was very satisfied with what you gave him.

“But you obviously did, you came!”

“But I didn’t ask for it.” He says stepping closer to the end of the bed where you were. “I don’t think your little rule applies here baby.” He continues, refusing to just give in right away.

“But I-“ Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re being pushed back onto the bed by Harry. And before you can process that, you’re being pulled by your thighs down the bed, a bit closer to where he was standing at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing?!” You ask, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But instead of answering, Harry just tightens his grip and pushes your thighs further apart in front of him. When he does this, the already short sleep shirt you were wearing lifts up a bit higher to expose your damp panties. From where he was standing, Harry had a perfect view of the area between your legs. For starters, your panties were hugging your pussy in the most perfect way possible; Harry could see the outline of your plump lips through the thin fabric. You were so fleshy and plump down there, and it was absolutely spectacular to Harry. Like he would kill to have his mouth and cock down there 24/7. There was also a big patch in the portion of pale pink fabric that was covering your folds. He knew how you got whenever you messed around with his cock. You loved sucking and tugging at him so much that you couldn’t help but become incredibly turned on yourself. And you were nothing short of being turned on now.   

“You still want daddy t’stay home with you right?” He asks, breaking the temporary silence between you two as he swiftly your panties down and off. 

“Yes but I want cuddles!” You whine frustratedly. 

“But I didn’t get what I wanted.” He calmly replies; with a smug smirk on his face of course. He couldn’t help it. Harry just enjoyed watching you get all frustrated with him. It was quite the turn on. What was also turning him on in this moment was how subby you were, and how wet you were. You were all cute and begging for him to give you what you wanted, and your pussy was glistening between your legs and just calling out to be fucked. 

“Yes you did! You-“ Again, as you go to frustratedly talk back, Harry stops you right in your tracks. Only this time, he does it with his cock. Right as you begin talking Harry pushes his cock right into you, which shuts you right up. And hearing your words turn into little whimpers and moans only makes Harry’s smirk widen.

“Are you done talking? Because if you aren’t I can just go to work.” Harry sighs smugly once he’s fully sheathed inside of your walls.

“Mhm.” You whimper, feverishly nodding your head yes. You were filled to the brim with his cock.

“Good.” Harry hums, satisfied with your answer. And without wasting anymore time, Harry begins to quickly move himself inside of you. As he fucks into you, forming a fast paced rhythm with his hips, Harry grips onto your calves and pushes your legs up towards your chest and apart. With you in this position, Harry could see his cock moving in and out of your cunt even better. He couldn’t take is eyes off the area as he slammed into you over and over again. Through the sounds of yours and his moans, Harry could heat the wet, sopping sound of his cock fucking into your dripping pussy. It was driving him absolutely wild, completely obsessed with how you felt and sounded. “Such a good pussy f’me.” He admires through his pants, pushing harder on your legs and continuing to pound into you at the same quick pace. When he wasn’t watching his cock disappear into your velvety cunt, Harry had his eyes trained on your face. He watched as your mouth hung open and as your face contorted as you took all of his cock all the way inside you. You were letting out the most perfect cries and moans as Harry repeatedly slammed into you. On top of the fact that you were being filled all the way up with Harry’s cock, your lower stomach was extremely tight since Harry had your legs tightly pushed up towards your chest. The warm sensation that always came with being pleasured by Harry was intensified to an almost burning sensation. And you loved it. It felt so good to have the tinge of pain mixed into your pleasure. He was effortlessly hitting your sweet spot over and over again, forcing you to fall apart below him. 

After fucking into you like this a little while longer, Harry lets go of your legs and lowers himself on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling the two of you up from the bed. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he quickly shuffles the two of you over to the top of the bed, keeping his cock inside of you the entire time. He then tosses you lightly onto the bed and immediately climbs back on top of your body. He doesn’t skip a beat before he’s back to thrusting into you, this time going even harder since he was really on top of you this time. In the process of crashing his hips down into yours, Harry manages to remove your sleep shirt to get you fully naked below him. Continuing to cram himself inside you, he takes the time to bring his mouth down to your chest, sucking your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them, causing you to moan and whine even louder. Since his body was now fully on top of yours, you could feel the hairs surrounding Harry’s cock against your practically throbbing button as Harry deliver more quick and shallow thrusts into you, still hitting your coveted sweet spot. The hairs, mixed with him mouthing at your chest, mixed with his cock invading your stomach created a cocktail of pleasure that was guaranteed to explode at just about any moment now.

“Fuck! Need t’cum daddy!” You cry out to him, feeling the mounting pleasure begin to overtake you. When you say this, Harry removes his mouth from your chest and immediately smears his lips against yours, pulling you into a sloppy, moan filled kiss. You were quick to part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to glide against yours and explore your mouth. Harry too was right on the verge of letting go. His lower stomach was becoming tighter and tighter and he be became more staggered in his thrusts, which were turning into humps as he kept going.

“Cum w’me doll!” He grumbles into your mouth as he tightly pushes himself down into you, pushing his cock as deep as he could possibly go. Sending the two of you into a downward spiral of releases. 

You and Harry quaked and moaned as the two of you convulsed and let go around each other. You were digging your nails into his upper back as you rode the wave of your earth shattering release. And as you let go and let the pleasure completely overtake you, Harry did the same as he pumped a second load of his cum into you. He overwhelmed your walls even more with a heavy coating of his thick cum. You could feel an added layer of warmth spreading through your lower half and you weren’t mad at it one bit. Once Harry is all done flooding you with his potent and thick seed, Harry lifts himself up from your body a bit to reach over and pick his phone up from the bedside table. When he hears you whine a bit from not having him on top of you, he lowers his body back down onto you and places two wet kisses onto your parted lips. One on the top and one on the bottom before dialing one of his colleagues at work, continuing with this as the phone rings

“Hey, m’sorry for calling in so late but m’not gonna be in today.” Harry says to his colleague through the phone, trying his very hardest to suppress his small moans from the way your walls are contracting around him. “You can just-“ Harry was about to tell his colleague to email him whatever he’d printed for him so that he could work on it later on. But since you were in need of his attention today, and Harry could care less about work when he was literally balls deep inside of his wife, Harry quickly changed his tune. “Just have everything on my desk for when I come back in.” He continues on before ending the phone call.

So Harry was going to stay home and you were going to get your cuddles after all. That is, if Harry is done getting what he wants. 

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[plush-rabbit]

Late Night Talks

Request: Hey! I hope you’re well sweetheart! I have a request, so I’m the youngest of my family (unfortunately) and a lot of the time I’m unheard and dismissed because of this, ngl I don’t have the best relationship with my family so it’s hard to connect with them, or talk to them. I kinda feel like white noise ya know? So Compress, Twice, and Dabi are my closest comfort characters. So how about them suddenly seeing the reader (probably late at night) talk about the things they enjoy with just stars in their eyes. It’s a harsh comparison to how they act during the day, it’s still them, but it’s just more raw.

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thank ya babes

A/N: I hope that you like this, I’m not sure what the harsh comparison was supposed to be but Im guessing it was supposed to be more reserved? (also babes, feel free to gush here, i love talking to yall)

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Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin’s need for interaction and want for friendship makes him the perfect partner to talk to. He loves talking to you, his legs bouncing and hands flapping as he mentions something that he likes. Sitting beside you, he does most of the talking, how energy out matched and while he does talk, he also looks to you for commentary, wanting to remember that he isn’t alone. There are rare instances when you two are alone that you’ll talk more. The roles will be reversed and you’re talking about anything and everything, smiling at him and for the moment when your eyes lock, he feels the weight on his shoulders lift.

It’s not uncommon to find the villian and you in a single room together at night, often the words will travel the halls and you have to muffle your laughter. This night is one of those- he’s in your room at night, resting beside you as you talk about this new thing that you’re into. You’re eager, shifting in your seat, a bowl of popcorn nearing the end of the bowl, kernels accidentally grabbed at. You’ve grown so excited, your words tripping over each other as you try to find a way to make yourself comfortable all while he stares at you. You’re processing the words fast, trying to tell the story in a cohesive way but with your excitement you are unable to. You look at him with wide eyes and a grin that can nearly blind him.

You’re different at night. He’s unsure whether because your mind has grown groggy with sleep or if it’s because the likelihood of someone interrupting the both of you has lowered, but you’re different. You’re much more prone to touch- you reach for him and you playfully push at his shoulder, your tongue stuck between your teeth as you give him a coy grin. Perhaps it's due to you being so touchy, that he grows bolder with his movements, grabbing your hand and playing with it as you continue to speak, the bite to his words softening whenever you tease at him.

If it were up to him, he would listen to you for hours on end, locking the door and making sure that you two could just talk until time ran out. But, he knows that that’s impossible, so he lays down on your bed, his head resting on his palm as his elbow digs into your pillow. You’re much different to him when the dim lighting is all that illuminates the room, your hair holding a soft glow, the features on your face almost softer and he’s unsure whether it’s exhaustion that grips at him or something else, but he wants to stay awake, he wants to listen to you every night. You mean a great deal to him and he wants to hear you speak, will take every word and keep the important ones so he knows what you like and what to do.

Despite being tired, he wants to continue talking to you, hearing you talk but the night continues to go on, the sky turning a softer shade of blue, and your words are starting to drift. Jin will take over at that point, laying beside you, talking as you start to drift. He mentions things that you said, making a point to mention that you were the one who came up with that observation and talk about how that really stuck out to him. You voice continues, your words growing softer and your gaze on him now barely peeking between your lashes and yet, he is unable to tell you to go to sleep. It’s selfish of him, but he wants to hear you talk until you’re whispering your words into a single breath. The next day, when you can barely keep your eyes up and you’re talking to him, he’ll have an inside joke, your grin widening as you take joy that he listened to you. Under the table, his knee nudges against yours, his smile ever growing when you return the gesture.

Dabi:

Dabi enjoys hearing you talk- it’s soothing for him, something where he’s able to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair as he listens to you gush about whatever it is that you like. However, while he does so, he realizes that he has a habit of falling asleep on your lap. It isn’t because you’re boring, you’re just nice to listen to. Laying with you and hearing you talk is one of the few times where he’s at peace, safe in your arms and touched gently. However, he’s noticed the implications of it, noticing that you don’t talk as much as you did. His piercings are warm as they press against his palms, his eyes half-lidded as he tries to figure out a way to make it up to you or to show you that he does actually care for what you have to say.

Unable to sleep, he arises from his bed, walking towards the living area trying to find some sort of sleeping aid. Instead of sleeping aids, he finds you curled up on the couch, the screen of your phone lighting across your face. You give him a smile as a greeting, your focus returning to your show. He can see heavy bags under your eyes- you’re forcing yourself to stay awake. The couch is soft under him, his arms spread as he turns his gaze over to your show. Without a word, you align your phone to make sure that he’s watching it, your words are whispered as you explain the plot and the characters but as you continue to do so, your words excite and your volume raises gradually.

The night is somewhat young and as far as he knows, there’s no mission that he has tomorrow. He has to fix his past mistakes and he wants to hear you talk. He pushes more, asking about the relationships between the characters and even wanting you to restart the series from the first episode- if you want to, of course. When you do so, he makes himself comfortable on the couch, stealing your blanket and laying down, offering for you to sit close to him in a much more relaxed manner. He covers the both of you with the blanket, his arm stretched behind your back and hand resting on your shoulder.

In between episodes, you start to muse once more, ranging from the metaphors to your favorite lines, and to the designs that you like. Your legs bounce, shaking as you try to contain your excitement despite it being written all over you. He gives you his full attention, nodding his head along as you ramble. Your words are rapid, your expression focused entirely on him and he wonders if you’ve always been hiding all this excitement. You’re much more animated, moving your hands and arms, shifting as you speak and there’s a certain tone to your voice that makes him unable to look away.

Every word of yours is coated in sugar and honey, and he clings to it, nodding along and looking at you with half-lidded eyes, unable to wipe the soft smile off of his face. The show is forgotten, your phone now showing him pictures from different stills and you’re much more relaxed, leaning against him, your head pressed against his side. You have a wide smile, your eyes shining with stars as when you look up to smile at him, he returns it as all air escapes his lungs. Once Dabi can properly think, he enters the conversation, offering more than soft hums and words of interest. At night, he can see your smile, the way that you look at him with wide eyes, the giddiness in your voice is enough to wake up from his growing slumber. He could fall asleep listening to you, but he doesn't want to miss how you look when it’s just you and him.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro adores hearing you talk. He’s rather eccentric, always wanting for the spotlight to be on him, but when you talk, he doesn’t mind being the one entranced by you. He wants to hear you talk, to see the light in your eyes. Yet, he can tell you’re holding yourself back- you play with your hands, tug at the ends of your hair, and laugh nervously as you apologize, telling him that you didn’t mean to talk for so long. While it’s true that you might talk over people, he knows it’s because of how excited you are, willing to share whatever is on your mind before the thought fades.

It’s a late night for him, phantom pains that make it unable for him to sleep and even with the medication acting as a placebo, he’s unable to truly find peace. He finds you in the kitchen, mumbling to yourself as you prepare a late night snack. He knocks against the wooden wall in an attempt to announce himself before startling you but you still jump, turning around with wide eyes and a parted mouth, before relaxing once you take notice that it’s just him. When you ask why he’s up so late, he gestures to his arm, making a strained face as his hand clamps around the residual limb, the pain sharp as it shoots up into his shoulder. He asks what you were muttering about and when you turn your head, your lips pulled into a straight line as you’re clearly flustered at having been caught, he laughs, telling you to tell him- to get his mind off of the pain.

You start off slow, mumbling between words and telling him about a new thing that you like. Your words increasingly start to grow with confidence, your eyes on him as you share your late night snack. He listens to you, nodding along and saving the best piece of the snack for you, his chewing trying to be quiet so as to not interrupt your words. While he also wants to start to talk about one of his hobbies, he much rather listen to you. When you do take a bite, he asks his questions, encouraging you to continue talking, his arm resting against the table and he leans towards you, eager to grasp at every word that leaves past your mouth.

Stars are in your eyes, your tone softer and you go to hold his hand, your thumb, index and middle finger hooking over his middle and ring finger, your eyes wide and smile whimsical as you talk. Under the bare light of the kitchen, you’re softer, your eyes shadowed and your touch gentle as you begin to toy with his hand. You’re passionate about what you talk, and he wonders if when you look so eager, and so full of life, if it’s only something that you show to whoever catches you at night, to someone who can glimpse a version of you so real that he’s almost at a loss for breath.

Sleep gnaws at him, but he is unwilling to do so. His pain is gone, replaced with a dull ache that he knows he can sleep off, but he has stars in his eyes as he listens to you talk. Your voice is soothing, your laugh like a lullaby that only pulls him in further to you. His hand is warm, hispalm tickled by your nails and the snack now lays forgotten on the plate. He almost feels bad for wasting food, but he doesn’t have the will to pull his hand away and finish the food that you prepared. Every word that you speak only makes Atsuhiro want to smile, to lay on his bed and think about you and how you spoke to him. You talk, and he’d do anything to keep your voice memorized, to stay awake long when you've fallen asleep just to remember how your voice lilts when you start to get excited or how it drops during a serious part as if you were telling him a secret.

[stressedoutcanary]

Family Matters - Batfamily x Reader

Summary: A surprise birthday party and Batfamily being chaotic.

“That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them”

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, lots of it, angst because I can’t help myself, Reader has got some parental issues. Hurt/Comfort.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I wanted some good dad Bruce content so I did it myself. Also I might have been influenced by a post I made a while back about Bruce and his children. I haven't used reader's pronouns anywhere so it's kinda gender neutral.

I don’t know where I was going with this, my imagines are often like a train derailed from its track but I think it’s fine. So Enjoy ;)  

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"Focus (Y/S/N), don't jump in in blind, assessing what action your opponent is about to undertake and countering it out before they can complete that action, this is the key lesson for you today", Batman's commanding voice echoed in the enclosed area of the batcave as he observed you attempting to roundhouse kick the boy in front of you. It was rather rashly executed with the hope of knocking him down which, for obvious reasons, only ended up with your leg connecting with nothing but thin air.

'Damn he is fast when he actually tries.'

"Easy for you to say Old Man! You aren't the one dancing with Mister Duckboy, the teen wonder over here!", you exclaimed, panting as your chest heaved from the exertion.

"Duckboy?!", Tim looked near scandalized as you grinned in return, stealing a glance towards the giggling crowd gathered near the stairs.

Everyone was already in the cave, it was a rare occurrence, it happened only when the issues of upmost importance were being discussed. Today was one of those days; The planning of Alfred Pennyworth's surprise birthday party.

However things usually went a lot less violent, this day every year. The sparring session this year was the result of you messing up, real bad while on patrol last night and since you were around the same age as Tim, he was found to be the most appropriate partner for it. The only drawback was that he had a staff in his hands while your weapons were confiscated, because in Bruce's words 'you rely on them too much'. You were already tired and Tim had a huge advantage over you, if you wanted to win this match you had to be quick and efficient at the same time.

Distracting Tim by your comment allowed you to have an opening, gathering all your strength you went in for a forward strike. Unfortunately he was more than ready to take you on, he crouched down, narrowly missing your punch then proceeded to swipe your legs off of the ground with his bo staff making you fall butt first on the floor.

"Congratulations you've managed to hurt both my ass and my ego, Timbers", You said laying back on the ground, hands and legs spread out and instead of helping you up, Tim joined you on the floor sitting next to you. You gave him a look that was equivalent to 'next time I get the chance, I am going to push you off a roof'.

"Your skills need improvement", Bruce said in his monotonous tone as you grunted knowing that a full ass lecture was gonna follow, but before he could get another word out, Jason chimed in with a statement no one ever expected to hear from him,"You know (Y/N), he's not wrong in fact I think the old man's actually got a point."

Jaws dropped to floor, Tim looked like he just saw a ghost, Dick who was standing near Barbara pinched himself to see whether he was dreaming or not, Damian snapped his neck up from where he was sharpening his katana, even Titus and Ace perked their heads up at the sudden silence that settled over the place. Barbara, Cass, Duke and Steph looked equally shocked.

"Before you all get any ideas, what I'm trying to say is you better pay attention because B over here won't be able to save your ass, 'cause if you slack off the next thing you know you would be in a warehouse with a maniac, getting blown to bits", Jason looked at Bruce with accusing eyes.

'And here I thought he was finally going to say something sensible', you thought to yourself as he continued,

"Take it from someone who has had that experience, you guys remember right? The fact that I--"

"Died, we know!!", everyone groaned at the same time and Bruce looked like he had to physically restrain himself from faceplaming.

"Okay! Guys how about we go ahead and do the thing we all actually came here to do instead of... whatever this conversation was", you suggested, getting up and patting the dust off your clothes.

"Well then someone has got to ask the important question here", Barbara looked around as she worded her sentence,"who is going to be the one to keep Alfred busy while we get everything ready?"

Once again the cave went silent. For a whole bunch of detectives, you all were very, very scared of Alfred, including Bruce even though he will never admit it, lying to The old-butler-cum-grandpa and making random excuses for the whole 3 hours was a thought dreadful enough to make all of you exchange petrified glances at each other hoping someone would step forward to do the job.

"I'll do it", dick raised his hand.

"NO!", everyone snapped and Dick's head tilted with a pout.

"You are good at doing a lot of stuff boy wonder, hiding things from Alfred isn't one of them", Barbara comforted Dick as Damian stepped up next.

"*tt* Since none of you imbeciles have the courage or the ability to do it. I shall be the one to handle Pennyworth. Gordon, Cain and Titus, I will require your assistance", Damian spoke or rather commanded as he went up the stairs, followed by the group he chose.

"Don't mess this up for us, you gremlin!"

"Tim!", you lightly jabbed him in the side with your elbow.

"Ow! What?"

"Be nice", you narrowed your eyes and he understood you were being serious.

"Fine I'll try, but don't blame me if he starts something", Tim shrugged carelessly. You shook your head and let out an audible sigh as you followed everyone else up towards the manor.

•°•°

"That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them", you eyed him worriedly.

"Oh come (Y/N) it'll be fine!", the cheerfulness in his voice made you cock an eyebrow at him from below. Duke slid in beside you.

"10 bucks says he will somehow fall within the next hour"

"Oh Duke you should know better, 20 says he'll fall within 30 minutes", you turned towards him with an evil smile.

"What are you both talking about down there?"

"NOTHING!", you both said in unison on which Dick gave you a confused look.

"Oh Hey look Steph needs my help with the cake so, see ya!", you quickly moved to the other side of the room checking in with Stephanie and Tim. She gave you a thumbs up to signal that everything was going according to plan and the place was almost ready. Everyone was laughing, bickering, having fun, it was all very rare and seeing it, a warm feeling spread throughout you.

You smiled to yourself for a moment but it faltered and a frown pulled up at your lips, a sorrowful thought crossed your mind, something you always kept buried deep down. Looking around and seeing as nobody needed your help at the moment you decided to slip out of the chaos, taking slow steps towards the patio to clear your head.

•°•°

Leaning against the railing you thought back to how you left your house this morning telling your mother that you are going to stay at your friend's place for a while and how she just waved her hand at that, not even questioning you anymore. Your mind was completely elsewhere, despite the awe-inspiring dense forest right in front of you, your eyes were lost in space.

You registered, a bit too late, the presence of someone standing beside you.

"It is a nice view, but something tells me that's not what brought to out here, away from everyone else"

"Careful there Brucie or people might think that you are actually capable of some emotions which happen include caring for people", you retorted back at him. It was always a sort of defense mechanism for you, whenever you felt exposed you countered it with snarky remark.

You closed your eyes hoping that Bruce would just walk away. But he didn't. He stayed there.

Bruce leaned on the railing beside you and waited. You took a deep breath, contemplating you next move carefully.

"...Look It's really silly so can we drop it?", you whispered wondering why in the world would Bruce of all people, care about your feelings.

"Talk to me (Y/N). I can tell when something is bothering you, I may not be your father, but you are my family.", unlike usual, his voice was gentle and genuine when he spoke to you.

"I am really not a fan of surprise birthdays", you stated, starting off vaguely.

"And why is that?"

"Because I...It's silly but this one time I spent a whole week working on a birthday gift for my mom, it was like a craft pop up box which had multiple photos of us together, I made that from scratch! everything in it I made that, I worked hard for it, I did it out of love but when I gave her that surprise gift you know what she said Bruce! She said that I wasted my time that she would've been much happier if I had focused on my studies, she never even once said that she liked it and I--", you looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill.

"I don't know Bruce, it-it just makes me feel sad you know? every little thing reminds me that my mother doesn’t seem to love me anymore. There is this constant thought in my mind that no one cares about me, about what I do for them and I don’t know what to do with a thought like that."

"That's not true, look around you kiddo, you are surrounded by people who would do anything for you, who love you from the bottom of their hearts", Bruce finally looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"That's the thing! I am not an orphan!", you blurted out and Bruce looked more confused than ever.

"I'm aware"

"No! No you are not. I am not one of those kids you picked up from somewhere, I don't live here, Like I am sure you people aren't even sane, hell! you all make up the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen! I don’t belong here, you people have no reason to care about", Bruce gave you a sideways look, slightly chuckling at your sudden description of the people in the manor.

"But I still love everyone, my mom, you, every dumbass inside the manor right now, no matter much pain they cause me and I don't get why", this time when he looked at you, you didn't look like the vigilante who sucker punched The Riddler in the face last night, you looked like a scared little kid who is lost.

Bruce stood up straight and wrapped you in a hug. Something you never expected to happen in a million years. The shocked settled in after a bit and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face in his chest.

"The people we love are still people at the end of the day. They act out, and sometimes they let us down, hurt us even, but that doesn't mean we stop loving them. For every bad memory, there will always be a good one that will get you through it. I promise you that (Y/N)", Bruce pulled away and gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile back, your face matching his.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne? because I don't recognize this man who is full of emotions and on top of that, is giving free hugs right now", you broke into a grin, making Bruce's face go back to the stoic version.

"If you tell anyone, I will deny it"

"Sure you will"

Suddenly a clattering sound came from the hall, alerting you both. This, however, was followed by a 'I'm okay!' By the one Dick Grayson, which in turn was followed by Duke's 'Oh no!'

"Any idea what that was about?", Bruce inquired raising an eyebrow as you burst out laughing.

"That, you big softie, was the sound of me getting my 20 dollars, now let's get back before they destroy everything."

•°•°

You and Bruce entered back into the hall, everyone was gathered around waiting for Damian and his group to signal the beloved butler's arrival. You stood next to Tim as Jason moved towards the switches to turn off the lights.

"Okay I'll bite why are you covered in frosting before the party even started?"

"Steph", Tim replied, too tired to elaborate, leaving you giggling.

Barbara, Cass and Damian rushed through the door, looking close to terrified, with Titus tagging along.

"He is here, HIDE!", Damian said quickly closing the doors.

After a few moments, the door creaked open and Alfred's voice came through, "Master Damian, you and I will have words for what you did to-- Oh my", he was stuck to his position at the door, too shocked to say anything more after looking at the decorations and bunch gathered around an enormous cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!", you all exclaimed with extreme excitement.

As the party went on you noticed that there was, in fact, a broken chandelier broomed to the side, later on there were a few not-at-all-safe stunts performed by the boys, some really bad puns made by Dick, all sorts of shenanigans by the others and cake, lots of cake. You looked around, everyone was busy doing something but now you knew Bruce was right:

You have one hell of a family, original, found or otherwise. And you love them all no matter what.

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Tags: @thesesickfics-justmakemesick

[midearthwritings]

The Beauty behind the Beast

You think it is a shame to neglect such beautiful hair.

Words Count : 1,745

Pairing : Kíli & Reader

Warning : Nudity? Blink and you'll miss it really.

Author's Note : A little Kíli one shot because who wouldn't want to sit and care for his hair? Also I labelled this as platonic but there are a few romantic undertones. I don't know. Hope you like it.

What evil creatures were hiding in the dark, stalking and waiting to attack? You did not know. Perhaps none for the night was quiet, beautiful even. The sky was clear, filled with stars. And the moon looked stunning, even as only half of it was visible.

The snoring of your companions sounded like a lullaby. They could have made you fall asleep if you had been willing to surrender. Thankfully, you were in good company.

As he was quietly rambling to you about whatever subject, you studied him. The way he worked on that little piece of wood. The way his eyes would lit up when he got to an interesting part. And the disaster that was his hair.

Absentmindedly, you raised your hand to touch them. They were soft, but very thick due to their current state. You even tried to brush them a little with your hand, your fingertips getting stucked immediately.

"I thought hair were important to dwarves." You said, letting the strand slip from your fingers to fall back on his shoulder. Your eyes travelled up his mane, spotting every knot tangling them.

"Aye, they are." The agressive sound of his knife on the piece of wood he was carving was regular, almost soothing. His brows were furrowed, and all his focus was on his task. You smiled. It was a rare thing to see the prince this serious. It almost felt like an honor.

Scooting closer, you reached out again to tuck his hair behind his ear. "Why is it that you do not care for them, then?"

The words seemed to pique his interest as he turned his face to you. The object he was crafting now forgotten, dangling from his hand. And you were sure that it would fall to the ground at any given moment. Slightly, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. The gentle night wind blew, making his bangs wiggle a little. Perhaps the only part of his mane that was not a complete mess.

"I care for them." With that, he faced away from you so you were able to see the back of his head. He reached out and tapped on the clasp stuck in there, his blade too close to the area for your liking. "See, this is proof of what I say."

Shaking your head, you batted his hand away. "You can put a dress on an Orc if you desire so, but it will remain an Orc. This, is a bird's nest." You explained, gently grabbing a fistful of hair to prove your point. "And I am being very polite here because I have seen nests that looked way much better."

The shrug he gave you was very unusual, you thought. You had been expecting a comment, a snarl in the very least. But surely not silence as he went back to work, the dark locks freeing themselves from your grip.

The case was not lost. Really, all he needed was to comb his hair, and perhaps shorten it a little to get rid of the tougher knots. After that, they would look perfect, very flattering around his pretty face. Maybe he would even be able to wear braids too, like the others.

"I could help, you know." You offered with a smile. "Get them nice again."

"No, you cannot."

The words were sharp, almost as sharp as the knife he was holding. They could have upset you, had you been a few weeks back. Thankfully, you knew better than to get yourself worked up because of a simple no. Before you could question his negative response, he carried on. "Dwarves do not let anyone touch their hair besides their family, or their One. Anyone else is not allowed."

Dwarven customs. You had heard of those before. Not in details, and you would not be able to write a book on the matter. They were very different from those of humans and this was something new. For a moment, you thought to a few minutes back, of the offense you might have done to him. But you brushed the idea away. He would have told you if he had been offended in any way.

Biting your bottom lip, a grin curved your mouth upwards.

"But we are family. You are my brother in arms, aren't you? And a brother means family, doesn't it? Besides, if you keep neglecting them, you will have to chop all of it to get rid of the knots. You should accept my help."

Quiet, you watched as his brows furrowed again as he considered your words. You noticed how the gesture was slightly different from when he was focused.

When he looked back up at you, you were certain he was going to say no again. If he did so, you would drop the subject, for now. Yet, his nod surprised you.

"Aye, I accept. Only because if it is not you who does it, it will be Fíli. And he is not gentle with me when he combs my hair. Always hurts me and tells me to stop being a whiny dwarfling. This little piece of-"

With an exasperated sigh, you brought your palm to his mouth, silencing the curse that was to come.

Siblings.

It had been agreed that you would get to it when the company would stop to bathe and rest. It took you all a few days to find a nice place to allow yourselves such luxury. The camp was set in no time, as it was now a habit, and you watched as the dwarves, and your burglar friend, departed to get into the water.

Kíli, like the child he was, began to follow them nonchalantly, in an almost too innocent way. Quickly grabbing what you needed, for your own cleaning and his hair's, you caught up to him and hooked your arm with his.

"Now, do not run away from me. We are going to find a spot and get to work."

A long groan escaped his lips, making you chuckle. It reminded you of home, of your younger siblings, and for a short moment, you allowed yourself to miss it. To miss the comfort of your bed, and the play times with the children. You missed your mother greatly as well, and you wondered if, perhaps, you would be lucky enough to see her ever again.

You shook your head, chasing the pain away before it could reach your heart. Looking around, you noticed you had walked far enough from the others.

"Alright, this will do. Undress and get into the water. It will be easier." You commanded, getting rid of your own garments.

"Oy, you could at least offer me a nice meal first!" His laugh echoed around you, and despite the glare you shot him, you found yourself laughing as well.

The water felt nice against your skin. It was a bit cold at first but very pleasant once your body was used to it. You turned around and moved to get behind the prince.

"I am going to wash them first, all right?" You warned. When he nodded, you opened the small bottle that you were holding securely in your hand and poured some of the sweet scented oil into his hair. Now that they were wet, the knots felt rough under your fingers as you rubbed the entirety of his mane with the oil. You started from the top of his head, massaging a scalp with your fingers. The satisfied moan coming from him indicating that the experience was not that painful so far. You went to rub the hair behind his ears, and under them at the base of his neck. And finally, you spread the liquid on the rest of it.

"Get under the surface to rinse it." You ordered. While he did so, you swapped the tiny, and now half empty, bottle with a fancy looking comb.

"Why did you pack such things to travel?"

"I did not." You answered, getting back behind him. He was fairly tall for a dwarf, you thought, but it was not a bad thing. Not to you. You had heard the mockeries and teasing of others regarding his height and lack of beard. He was not fitting dwarves standards, that was a fact. But he was not unattractive. Fools were those who rejected the prince, in your opinion.

Stirring out of your reveries, you added "I took them before we left Rivendell. They had many of those. They will not miss the ones I kept." You brought the comb up, starting with the end of his hair. Carefully, not to hurt him, you worked on the knots.

"That is theft." He pointed out. While you were busy in his back, Kíli was rubbing his forearms with a bar of soap. You raised your eyebrow.

"And where do you think that thing you are using comes from?" You asked, working your way up with the comb. "Besides, Bilbo is a burglar and no one says a thing about it."

The dwarf reached behind him to tap your hip gently and you stepped back a little, allowing him to go under the water again to rinse the soap from his body. Soon enough, you were both back into place.

"It is not the same." He started again. "Bilbo is going to help us regain Erebor with his burglarities."

"Kíli, burglarities is not a word.". You had been right. With his hair being wet, it was easier to get them untangled. The comb was now sliding freely in his strands. Only the top remained and you would be done with the task.

"Aye, but it could be."

Shaking your head, you did not reply, focusing rather on not tugging too hard rather than his nonsense.

The last knot was a tough one and it took you a bit longer to win your fight against it. But you managed, and in the end, the finished result was stunning. His hair looked darker, glistening with water, and they looked even longer now.

"Here, I'm done."

With a soft smile, you watched your friend as he ran he fingers into his now really soft locks. He turned to face you, a smile similar to yours painted on his lips. When he held his hand out, you tilted your head, questioningly. The request that followed was soft, and innocent, yet, you felt your heart swelling.

"Now, may I take care of yours?"

[jj-babebank]

Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 3

Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…

Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC

Part 1 ; Part 2

Part 3 -

Music was blasting in the boys’ cabin and John B made sure to keep the lights dimmed to a maximum, adding to what he referred to as ‘the groovy ambiance’. Caroline and Sarah entered the cabin, leading the way for all of their fellow girl counselors. Word spread faster than a wildfire around the Wildcat Lodge and now everyone was attending what was meant to be a welcoming party for just the boys. Caroline leaned against the ladder of one of the bunk beds and crossed her arms as her and Sarah waited in anticipation for their grand scheme to play out.

“Caroline, Sarah!” John B’s voice alerted them as he snuck up between them, hooking an arm around both their shoulders, “Right on time for the big surprise!” he said, walking dramatically towards what the girls already knew to be his luggage. He turned the music down on his way there, “Alright everybody, listen up!” he said, stopping by his bed, gathering everyone’s attention, “I’m sure to most of us, if not all of us – camp Willowdale is a token of light, a beacon of faith, an ode to nostalgia, if you will,” he spoke dramatically, waving his hands around, making Caroline and Sarah chuckle, “Which is why we have all gathered here tonight, and for that reason, I have done my due diligence and prepared a special surprise for all of us. Girls and boys, allow me to introduce to you,” his hands went to unzip the bag, “Ton-” his eyes widened in horror as he unzipped the bag, revealing it to be totally empty, except for his scarce clothes and the limp body of what appeared to be a dead owl at the bottom.

Everyone around him seemed either disappointed or confused as he frantically ran around the room, looking for his alcohol stash. Caroline and Sarah, however, gasped at the sight before them.

“Shit,” muttered Sarah, “What the hell is that? When I said I was hoping there wouldn’t be animals in there I didn’t think there’d actually be animals in there…”

Caroline shook her head, “Screw what it is! The real question is – who put it there?”

The girls were so focused on their conversation they barely noticed JJ showing up, “You girls know anything about this?” he said, making both of them jump.

“JJ!” Caroline said, trying to mask all sense of worry in her voice, “How could we possibly know anything about this?”

“We did it,” said Sarah quickly, “We stole the alcohol, but we swear to God we have no idea who put that pigeon in there!”

“Sarah!” hissed Caroline, only making Sarah shrug.

“What?” the girl said, “If there’s some psycho playing tricks on us, we might as well have a guy on our side!”

JJ raised an eyebrow, a small smile spreading on his face, “You’re telling me you two are behind this?”, he said, looking at Caroline impressed, “Gee, Carrie, didn’t picture you to be the bad type,”

Caroline’s cheeks heated up immediately as Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to look at JJ, “Earth to Maybank, are you listening to me? We only stole the booze, we didn’t put that in there!”

“Relax, girls,” said JJ, “Knowing John B, that little fucker probably sat dead at the bottom of his bag for a while before you even got to the alcohol,”

Caroline and Sarah both scrunched their noses in disgust, however what JJ was saying did make sense.

“You’re probably right,” sighed Caroline, “Booze is in our storage room, me and Sarah will go fetch it now,” she said, pulling Sarah out of the cabin.

“Are you crazy?” Sarah hissed at her, “Do you really want to give them all that alcohol back? Jesus, Carrie, how the hell do you expect me to last all summer sober? It’s bad enough I have to bunk with Madison Hague…”

“Relax, Sarah, I’m sure there’s gonna be a handful of teenagers with secret stashes of alcohol just waiting to be confiscated,”

Sarah sighed in relief, “You’re totally right, C,” she said, shaking her head as they walked the few steps up to their cabin’s door, “We’re just gonna rob our teens! What could possibly go wrong?”

As she said that and pressed onto the door handle, an ear-piercing scream echoed through the forest, making the hairs on the back of her arm stand.

“What was that?!” she quickly turned to Caroline, who was just as frozen as she was. Counselors started coming out of the boys’ cabin, the music dying down again suddenly. JJ and John B quickly made their way towards the girls, both visibly concerned.

“Are you alright?” said JJ.

Caroline nodded, crossing her arms, “I am, but whoever’s in there doesn’t sound like they are,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the thick forest from where the scream came.

By this point, Pricilla and the rest of the head staff appeared from the staff lodge, all looking slightly tipsy as they paced through the path to the counselors’ cabins.

“What in the world is going on here?” Pricilla said, trying not to slur her words.

“Sounds like we should be asking you the same thing,” John B muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from JJ.

“Our guess is as good as yours, Miss P,” explained Topper, shrugging, “We were all hanging out in there when we heard the scream and came out,”

“Well whose was it?” enquired Pricilla, looking slightly annoyed that her night had to be cut short for these teenagers’ shenanigans. When no one could give her an answer, she rolled her eyes and waved them over, “Come on then, off to Wildcat Lodge. We’re gonna have to do a count,”

Once everyone was gathered in the lodge, Pricilla waited for Mrs. Darbyshire, who also seemed a bit too drunk to be taking any of this seriously, to bring her a list of all the counselors’ names.

“Alright,” she said once the list was in her hands, “I’m gonna do a name call. Once we figure out who’s missing, you’re gonna go into that forest and look for them.” This earned her a bunch of annoyed comments and groans, making Pricilla snap back, “Don’t give me that shit, you lost ‘em, now you gotta find ‘em.”

“This is bullshit,” Caroline crossed her arms, “We’re literally minors, what are they gonna do?”

“They’re gonna finish their party,” interjected JJ.

Caroline shook her head in annoyance as Pricilla started reading out everyone’s names one by one.

“Jenna Kinley?”

“Here!”

“Kelce Johnson?”

“Here.”

“Barry Smith?”

“S’up.”

“Madison Hague?”

No answer.

This made Pricilla stand up straighter, looking around the pool of counselors in front of her, “Madison are you here?” when there was no reply yet again, she sighed loudly, “Has anyone seen Madison?”

“Last time I saw her, she said she was going to the girls’ cabin to pick up a jacket,” chimed in Topper.

“Oh, for the love of-” Pricilla groaned loudly, “This better not be a stupid prank, or I swear!”

“I should’ve just given her one of my jackets…” muttered Topper, “Now I feel kinda guilty,”

“Hey, it’s alright,” said Caroline, tapping him on the shoulder, “I’m sure she only saw a bug or something,”

“I trust you’ll all disperse and look for your friend now,” said Pricilla, “In the meantime, us adults will be supervising the Wildcat Lodge,”

“Supervising from what?” asked JJ confused.

“In case… Madison comes back here, of course!” Pricilla quickly lied, “Now off you go, Maybank, you ask way too many questions!”

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“This is ridiculous,” moaned Sarah after bouncing down the stairs of the girls’ cabin with a bag on her arm, “As if this summer couldn’t get any worse,”

“Pipe it, princess,” bit back JJ, “If you didn’t insist on stopping by the cabin before we went into the woods, maybe we’d have called it a night by now.”

“Don’t big yourself too much, Maybank,” she said, leading their pack into the trees and looking around to see whether the coast was clear, “You see, while you were moping around outside, I picked up some provisions,” she said, a devilish smirk spreading on her face as she pulled out a bottle of whiskey from her bag.

Caroline’s jaw nearly broke off, “Sarah, are you serious?”

Sarah only shrugged, “What? I told you I’m not gonna make it through tonight sober, besides, if I’m gonna be looking for the bitch I was hoping wouldn’t be here in the first place, I’d rather be shit-faced when I find her,”

Caroline rolled her eyes, snatching the bottle from Sarah’s hands, “Yeah, well, if I’m going to be looking for the bitch with you, I’d rather be shit-faced too,” she said, taking a rather large swig of the alcohol and hissing at the taste.

“Sweet,” said JJ, picking the bottle up from Caroline, “This is better than the party,”

John B agreed as he got hold of the bottle last.

The group walked through the forest, flashlights in hand, taking the whiskey bottle in turns and laughing as they went. John B had argued that if Sarah could pick something from her cabin, then he could pick his speaker from his, and so the four of them found themselves nearing the clearance by the lake, drunk and singing along to some cheesy song that was currently playing loud enough for only them to hear.

“It’s a good thing Pricilla wanted us here a day early,” slurred John B slightly, “Now you girls have set up the bonfire area and we can chill there,”

Sarah rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

John B raised an eyebrow and turned to Caroline, “What’s she talking about?”

Just as Caroline was about to answer, they reached the bonfire area, which much to her dismay – had been totally wrecked, once again.

“This,” she said, anger quickly replacing the previous buzz she was feeling from the alcohol.

“Whoa, who did this?” said JJ, flashing his flashlight in the direction of the discarded logs and pillows.

“What do you mean who did this?” snapped Sarah, “Why’d you think we stole your alcohol?”

“Sarah, we didn’t do this,” John B shook his head.

Sarah stopped dead in her tracks, her face becoming slightly worried “What do you mean you didn’t do this? Then who did?”

“Guys,” Caroline chimed in from across the bonfire area, where the fire was supposed to be lit the following night, “Come check this out,”

The three teens made their way towards Caroline who was flashing her light at one of the rocks at the base of the fire pit. There was something written on it with a gooey substance the origin of which none of them wanted to question.

“I don’t know who did it, but whoever it was,” said Caroline, stepping back from the rock so that her friends could see what was written more clearly on it, “Probably did this, too.”

And there on the rock, written with what looked an awfully lot like blood, were plastered four words:

Come and find me

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[savnofilter]

Kinktober Day 2

b. katsuki 

☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, bathroom sex, mirror sex, rough sex, squirting, established relationship.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k words [7 minutes, 10 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)

☠️ summary: after what felt like a long time (week) of you ignoring him over an argument, bakugo finally took the chance to fuck you in at the halloween party hosted by his friends. 

To explain how you were clinging onto your boyfriend and moaning out as he rutted into you at a sharply, fast, pace. Your back was pressed up the bathroom’s mirror, his thrusts so forceful he was worried that you two were going to break the mirror. A whole day’s worth of teasing and irking Bakugo had paid him off, the done deal being the clothing that dressed your legs and lightly gave the thiccness of your thighs the squeeze he loved to see.

It was almost comical. The car ride was almost silent, his eyes and hands struggling to keep themselves as he endured your wordless sassy-ness towards. The fact that you two had broken out into an argument before you had left the house and it was now you guys were hoping to the new location of Mina’s party and you were looking absolutely spectacular.

Besides, Bakugo has to hold himself back.

All-day he had to watch you parade around in your revealing outfit, the rendition no other than his own hero suit. Your skirt was cute but short, the obvious tank top accentuated your body and chest, the small but appropriate gauntlets lifting the creativity of the outfit along with the decorative mask. He had to proudly admit, you looked downright sexy and there was no debating about it. The problem was that he couldn’t touch you, at least that’s what your silent treatment towards him said. Bakugo wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, rather hearing you beg and ask him for more was a better alternative anyway.

Bakugo let out a breath of relief once you guys finally rolled up to Kaminari’s house, his clenched hands around the steering wheel calming down as he’s finally able to get out the tense care. He didn’t notice he was holding in his breath this whole time, or the fact his fists were clenched so tight they had turned white. The sight made you grin to yourself, unbuckling yourself and dropping down the mirror to look at yourself in the skimpy costume. He gave you a side-eye, his eyes appreciating the unique stretch your chest gave the material of the tank top, no matter your size successfully filling it out. He practically hopped out his seat once his door was open, not wanting to be the one to succumb to the silent challenge you had started.

Over what?! He didn’t know himself. All he could see was how the outfit made you look more beautiful than he had anticipated, figuring after last week's argument on whether or not you could’ve left the house in that one bra top you had insisted completely flew out his head without further thought. All he could think about now was the burning desire to pin you up somewhere inappropriate and fuck you there, leaving you to clench your thighs together to keep his cum from dripping anywhere that was to the public eye.

His eyes followed you from the moment you left the car on your own accord, not sparing him a glance as you walked into the party’s threshold. It took everything in him to not follow you closely, trying to show you he had control -- or rather convince himself. Bakugo growled before rolling his eyes, knowing that at some point at the other you guys would cross paths anyways.

“You look so amazing, Y/N! I bet Bakugo is going to be all over you by the end of the night, I know I would~” Ashido teased you, quirking her brows to tease you and make you giggle.

“We’ll see how it goes...” You teased back, glancing towards your boyfriend with a more than secretive look only he could read. You knew he was going to watch you, the feeling and thought exciting you.

After a long night of him unabashedly gawking at you, he had managed to whisk you away into the bathroom~ and fuck you raw. He held no remorse immediately sealing a kiss over your mouth and pressing his plump needing lips. His rough hands went to grab your thighs, not giving you enough time to melt into the kiss as he moved them down, his fingers dipping into the bands of the socks you wore that mocked his costume.

“You think you’re so fucking cute? Wearing this shit and teasing me all night?” He growls against your skin, nipping at the spot and roughly sucking on it. Your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, breathy moans coming from your lips.

“Mmm, is it me or my clothes, Katsuki~?” You sass back. You knew what you were getting yourself into, the added excitement of someone possibly walking in while Bakugo was getting ready to fuck your brains out.

“Shut up.” He curtly responds, pulling away so he could work at getting your clothes off. His hands coming up to fiddle with the fashionable that sat on your waist, shirking off your skirt once he got it done, moving to get your top and shoulder parts off as well, the gauntlets staying on. You weren’t going to let him be the only one to undress, pressing up against him and leaning up to kiss him again. You bit onto his bottom lip and sucked on it, humming in delight when he took the opportunity to let his tongue wander into your mouth. Soon enough when you guys were both decently undressed, walking back before you could hit the sink, his hands hoisting you up on it and spreading your legs far enough so he could fit in it.

Both of your tongues battled for dominance, the two muscles seemingly not backing down from the same grudge that was held before. Bakugo had taken the time when he realized you were distracted to quickly align himself with your opening and thrusting into your dripping sex. He couldn’t help but smirk at how slick your hot core was, your stuck-up attitude being nothing but an act. Your tongue relaxed enough to be taken for him and dart his tongue to the back of your throat to poke at the sensitive walls. You choked at the feeling, your eyes blowing wide and nails digging into his bare shoulders to beg for mercy.

“Mmf--!” You tried pushing him back, him only doing so when he started to run out of air. You glared heavily at him as you both held the same look, a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths with wordless tension between you two. The string snapped when your head tilted back against the mirror, whimpering at the dull pain it caused you and only earning you a mocking chuckle from him. He lifted your thighs to your body, leaning up to watch your thicc thighs press against your folded body.

His hands were precisely placed to wear your thighs stopped at the middle of your thighs, his hands gripping the area tightly, his eyes admiring your body and all its glory. He hadn’t realized-a lie-about how much he missed seeing your body. You had taken up since that day a week ago you had silently declared that he would have to earn seeing you again although you guys lived in the same apartment.

Both of your brain cells left the room, the blue balls he had suffered were finally taking its advantage on you and you could never skip a good quickie with your boyfriend no matter the occasion. It was almost silent in the room minus the sound of his skin roughly slapping against yours and the shameless moans that left your mouth, his grunts accompanying your noises here and there. No fun banter added.

He made the dramatic motion of him pulling out randomly to confuse you, carefully dropping your thighs and dropping them down. Bakugo turns you around to bend you over and face the mirror, your brows rising and your breath hitching at the more than disheveled look of only about 15 minutes passing of you two being in that bathroom alone. He lifted one of your thighs and rested it on the sink again and thrust into you again. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, his cock hitting your g-spot at the angle he knew drove you crazy. Your eyes rolled back as he continued, his hands coming up and tugging your head back at an awkward angle to keep you watching yourself get fucked by him while also deeming his control over you at that moment.

Watching as your tits bounced with each motion, your bra failing to keep in place and had eventually let your breasts spill from his brute force. You shivered trying to hold onto the bars sink trying to brace yourself against his thrusts. He focused on so many things, leaving your cunt throbbing in wanton need as he exposed you and forced you to endure all the teasing you gave to him tenfold. Your words almost broken, not taking a super bright person to understand what you were trying to moan out.

“Are you going to fucking cum, babe?” He asks, tilting his head and talking in your ear, his warm breath teasing your skin and making you cringe. You nodded your head to the best of your ability, eyes watching his dark and lustful gaze, gladly taking his sadistic look without complaint. “Cum.”

Your body was rocked into oblivion. It took you some guidance, your hand coming down to rub your clit and making you cum in anticipation. Your moans were shaken as you finished, the push of your bladder giving you the push to squirt against your familiar fingers, your cum being able to coat the glass, and the rest in front of you with your liquid. The tight squeeze of your cunt provided a pussy-pocket like a squeeze, holding in his final grunt to pull out and cum on your bum, moving his hips to jerk some onto your thigh and some drips onto your socks. You grunt rolling your neck when his hand leaves its grip in your hair.

You breathed out once you were finished, the release of adrenaline catching up with you. He leaned against you while being able to keep himself up, nuzzling your neck and pressing his cock against you. You turn your head to look at his mess on your body, frowning as you attempt to wipe some of the jizz that stained your sock to no avail and pouting as it dawns upon you at the mess you two had made. “Aw… look at what you did Katsuki-”

“I wasn’t the only one in here!” He snaps back, narrowing his eyes at you and rolling his eyes at your annoying pout. He rests your thigh down and kisses your shoulder, his hands rubbing your hips and grinding his hard-on that somehow still packing an erection with the load he just blew. He laughed humorlessly as he looked at your astounded expression, his arms wrapping around your waist as he slowly sinks cock back into your cunt, enjoying the way your face twists in pleasure. He holds you in place as he kisses his way up your ear, his hips slowly rocking into you before taunting you in your ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

[aomine-ryo]

Hi!! What would the GOM + Kagami reaction be to giving their gf a ride to meet a friend and then they see that her friend is some really hot guy? Thanks :3

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami’s reactions to their s/o being friends with a really hot guy

Kuroko

He didn’t think too much of it when you asked him to give you a ride to see an old friend of yours

But when you got there and he saw you approaching this extremely attractive boy, he was rather surprised

He might have also been a bit jealous

He had to keep reminding himself that he trusted you and that you only loved him

When he saw you greeting him, he understood that you two were just friends because you seemed to be treating him just as you would with any other friend

He considered staying in the area and keeping an eye on you two

But then he realised that it was an actually psychotic thing to do and just drove off

He came to pick you up as well and you insisted that he met your friend

Kuroko was good at judging someone’s character so he wasn’t opposed to meeting him

He seemed like a sweet guy, but Kuroko (who wasn’t one to engage in PDA very often) greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and held your hand the entire time

Just to make it clear that you were his

“What was that all about?” you questioned him after settling down in his car

“What was what about?” he asked with a blank expression

“You know, the kissing and hand holding— you don’t do that in public very often.”

“I just missed you,” he shrugged, not wanting to admit the truth

“You sure that’s it?”

“Okay I guess I was a bit jealous of your friend- he’s very good looking,” he said with a sigh

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle upon hearing that

His cheeks were bright red at this point

“Tetsu, you don’t have to feel that way, you’re the only one I want, that’s a promise,” you said reassuringly, putting your hand on top of his, which was resting on the gearshift

“Yeah, I know,” he said, giving you a gentle smile

Once the moment passed, Kuroko began to drive, the sound of the music on the stereo filling the air

“You know,” you spoke again, “it wouldn’t hurt for you to do that stuff even when you’re not jealous.”

A grin spread across his face, “Will do.”

Kise

When the car rolled up to the destination, you looked around to find your friend while Kise fiddled around with his phone

“Oh there he is!” you said suddenly

Kise’s head snapped up, “He?”

When Kise looked out the passenger seat window where you sat, he spotted the guy you were referring to

He was hot— like, very hot

“Y/N-cchi, have you found another model to replace me?” he pouted, not even bothering to hide his jealousy

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Your friend— he’s hot,” Kise explained, making you laugh

“He is?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you took another look at him. “Eh, he’s average,” you shrugged upon further inspection

“You’re just saying that,” Kise huffed

“Ryouta, in my eyes you will always be the hottest, cutest and most beautiful boy in the world,” you said firmly, making sure his eyes were focused on you rather than your friend

“Promise?” he asked, eyes full of hope as though he was a child

“I promise.”

“Okay good, you’re right. I’m way hotter than him,” he said, sitting up straight and regaining his confidence in the matter of seconds

“Were you just fishing for compliments?”

“Kind of,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But I also wanted to make sure you thought the same.”

“Such a dummy,” you giggled as you shook your head disapprovingly. “I’m gonna head out now. I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You reached for the door handle and shifted in your seat, but Kise grabbed your shirt and pulled you back towards him

“Just one more thing,” he muttered quickly before pushing his lips onto yours

And yes it was one of his more passionate kisses

He eventually pulled away from the kiss, leaving you with a dorky smile

“Alright, have fun, Y/N-cchi!” he sang, waving at you as you hopped out of the car

“I will!”

“Not too much fun though!”

“Shut up, dummy.”

Midorima

He asked you a fair few questions about your friend before agreeing to drop you off because that’s just how he is

However, what he did not expect was to see a very hot boy waving at you when he spotted you and Midorima walking towards him

Having not seen your friend in a while, you didn’t hesitate to give him a hug when you greeted each other

And Midorima just stood there, brimming with emotions of confusion, shock and jealousy

Midorima cleared his throat to draw attention to himself

“Oh who’s this?” you friend asked

“I’m Midorima Shintaro,” he answered before you could introduce him. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

And of course he made sure to emphasise the boyfriend part

Midorima reluctantly parted ways with you two and headed back to his car

He totally would’ve stalked you if he didn’t have other things to do

He also didn’t hold back on asking you hundreds of questions when he came to pick you up

Being the tsundere he is, he didn’t straight up tell you that he was jealous, nor did he admit it to himself

“Shintaro, what’s up with the interrogation?” You finally asked

“Nothing, just curious,” he shrugged, eyes fixated on the road

“Hm, sure.”

However, he was extra boyfriendy to you that day

He took you on a date to your favourite cafe followed by a walk in the park

He was also extra touchy with you, which didn’t come very often

Kisses, hugs, hand holding— the whole lot

You questioned it so many times but he never admitted it

But at the end of the evening, he finally caved in

“Fine, I was just reminding you that you’re mine,” he sighed

“Why would I need reminding? I know that already,” you chuckled

“Well, your friend- he was very attractive. I wanted to prove that I can be a good boyfriend even if I don’t look as good as he does.”

Suddenly, you burst out into a fit of laughter, causing Midorima to get extremely flustered

“W-What’s so funny?” He snapped

“I’m sorry,” you said, simmering down. “Shintaro, I can’t believe that’s what you’ve been worried about this whole time! I love you and I find you extremely attractive— more so than my friend, or any guy for that matter.”

“See, now you’re just lying to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying. You just have to trust me on this. You’re the only one I have eyes for- promise,” you replied

“Fine, I believe you. Now can we please move on? This is embarrassing,” he huffed, cheeks red as ever

Of course, you had to take this opportunity to tease him

“No, I can’t believe my Shintaro got jealous of someone,” you joked

“Shut up,”

“Midorima Shintaro of all people—“

You didn’t seem to show any signs of shutting up about it, so Midorima just pressed his lips against yours to make it stop

And of course, it did work

That kiss was enough to make you forget about it and reaffirm the fact that he was all you could ever want

Aomine

For someone that’s so confident, Aomine gets jealous rather easily

He was walking you from the car to the place where you decided to meet your friend with his arm around you and head empty as usual

“Oh there he is!” you said, causing him to follow your gaze mindlessly

Upon seeing the very hot guy you were looking at, a wave of jealousy filled his body

“That’s your friend?” Aomine asked, pulling you closer to him absentmindedly

“Yeah, let me introduce you two, come on,” you said cheerily, dragging Aomine along towards him

Of course, he was as cold as ever during your introduction

You definitely noticed, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of your friend

“Alright, we’re gonna get going. Thanks for the ride Daiki!” you smiled, giving his hand a squeeze

“Yeah sure,” Aomine hummed

But before you could leave, Aomine pulled you close and pushed his lips against yours

He had one eye open ever so slightly to make sure that your friend understood that you were his and his only

He finally pulled away from you when he was sure that he got the message across

“Call me if you need anything okay?” he said coolly as your mind slowly tried to simmer down from the euphoria of his kiss

“Alright,” you nodded

Aomine noticed your flustered expression and a smirk spread across his face

He had nothing to worry about; only he could gain that reaction from you

Murasakibara

He generally doesn’t really care about who you hang out with

But when he laid his eyes upon this friend of yours he somehow lost his cool

You friend was hot, and there was no denying it

And Murasakibara felt threatened

“Huh, you didn’t tell me that your friend was hot,” Murasakibara muttered to you as you approached him

“What? Why would you say that?” you snapped, feeling slightly uncomfortable because you didn’t really see your friend in that way

“Well, look at him- he’s got a hot face and he also seems to have a fair bit of muscle under those clothes—“

“Atsushi, stop oh my god, he’s just a friend, don’t say stuff like that,” you scolded

Murasakibara was relatively quiet when you introduced him to your friend

He didn’t hold back on shooting him judgemental glares though

Even though he didn’t say it out loud, his eyes screamed “One wrong move and I’ll crush you.”

Your friend was definitely terrified, especially considering that Murasakibara was towering over him

And to make his point extra clear, he did make sure to pull you into a kiss before bidding his goodbyes

After you were done hanging out with your friend, you spent some time with Murasakibara

And he’d definitely be extra clingy and touchy with you because that’s just how he is when he’s jealous

He just needs to have his hands all over you so that you knew that you were his

Akashi

Akashi was extra protective when it came to you

So he obviously insisted on meeting this friend of yours beforehand

However, he didn’t expect your friend to be this extremely attractive guy that set Akashi’s radars into overdrive

He still managed to maintain his composure though because he’s sophisticated like that

Whilst he didn’t do much when he met your friend, his menacing glare was more than enough for your friend to put his guard up while with you

Afterwards, Akashi came to pick you up and to say that he was a bit jealous might be an understatement

“How come you didn’t tell me that your friend was that attractive?” Akashi asked when you got into the parked car

“Huh? What kind of question is that?”

“Well, he’s very attractive and I may have gotten a bit jealous,” Akashi said, his voice cool as ever. “He doesn’t have any feelings for you, does he?”

Akashi’s bright eyes pierced into yours, his body leaning close to you over the armrest

“What? I-I don’t think so,” you stuttered, his close proximity to you making you slightly nervous

“Or rather, you don’t have any feelings for him do you?” Akashi rephrased, his soft voice sending shivers down your spine

“Huh? No way! Sei, you know that I only love you right?”

Akashi smiled, satisfied with your response

However he still didn’t back away

“I’m aware. Just making sure,” he nodded lightly

“Okay good.”

Akashi leaned in even closer until his lips were inches away from yours

“You’re mine and mine only, got it?” he whispered

He waited for a moment to see if you understood, and your small nod indicated that

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, sweet yet powerful, just like they belonged

Kagami

When you pointed at your friend through the car window, Kagami’s jaw practically dropped to the floor

He definitely didn’t expect your friend to be a guy, let alone a very attractive one

“Y/N, that’s your friend?” he asked you, eyes shifting between you and your friend in disbelief

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“He’s hot!” Kagami exclaimed comically, making you laugh— it was too funny not to

“Oh is that what you think? Are you interested? I think he’s single, I can hook you up if you want,” you teased, causing his expression to drop

“Ha ha very funny,” he said sarcastically

He paused for a moment before his eyes widened again

“Wait he’s single and you’re hanging out with him??”

You couldn’t help but raise a hand to your head in disappointment as you let out a heavy sigh

“Taiga, there’s nothing to worry about. He’s just a friend,” you assured

“You might think that, but what if he doesn’t?”

“Trust me, he knows about us— he’s not stupid enough to try anything,” You explained, placing your hand on his thigh reassuringly, which seemed to relax him slightly

“I guess it’s alright then,” he sighed

“Good, I’m gonna head out now. Thanks for the ride,” you smiled, opening the car door

“You’re gonna leave without giving me a kiss now?” he huffed, half-joking

“Such a big baby,” you chuckled before leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips

“Hm, maybe you should introduce me to him so that I can intimidate him,” Kagami suggested as you stepped out of the car

“I’ll see you later Taiga,” you said dismissively, rolling your eyes at him

Whilst he was still a bit jealous, he didn’t have to worry too much because he trusted you with his whole heart and knew that you’d never do anything to hurt him

“Besides, I’m totally hotter than that guy,” Kagami muttered to himself confidently before driving off