#also that one fucker with the pink hair . i like him. i am stealing his gender

[mothbaaalls]

help i've never mic'd a hypnosis in my life but i still have

hyoh

ILLIMATIC IRUMA JUTO AKA 45 RRRABBIT

in the

BUILDING

stuck in my head for some fucking reason

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #35] Saying 'Please'

warnings: clubbing, drinking, existential thoughts and DMCs, kissing <33 another fave chapter of mine!! wholesome! also i think this is the wrong header....i think it might belong to the next chapter.... so if u see it change, that's why!!

wc: 6.8k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Hold still," you giggle as you sit with Jeongguk in the Dionysus staff room. 

It's dark, with only a small lamp to illuminate the room, and yet the energy between you both is electric. There's no need for anything else.

"I am holding still," he gruffs with a pleasant smile, hands stroking up your hips. He's sitting on the arm of the sofa, while you stand between his legs and tap a little bit of glitter onto his cheekbones.

He's not had a drop of alcohol yet, but something about being here with you makes him feel all giddy. A serene sense of excitement bubbles through his veins, and he's unable to hide his smile. Eyes closed, he's letting you glitter him up however you see fit.

And how you see fit is matching him exactly to your (now restored) cheek glitter. It's a liquid glitter, applied with a wand and then delicately tapped into the skin with your fingers. A mixture of glitters create the shade - flecks of holographic white, a little silver and some pink. It's not your favourite, but it's still pretty.

Is even prettier, you think, when it's on him.

And you tell him as such.

"You look good," you smile, looking down at him with such a fondness only reserved for him.

When he smiles, he gets all bashful. Tells you to shut up. Keeps his eyes closed. Shakes his head.

You don't insist on complimenting him any further, even though it feels like you should. As soon as you're on the dancefloor, you know there will be girls ogling him left right and centre.

There's something about Jeongguk tonight. He's always handsome, yes. Always got a smile that could like up a room, and eyes that can make you feel alone together in a crowded room. Never is he one to simply fade into the background.

And yet tonight, there's just something more . Maybe it's the glitter - but he wasn't wearing any when he showed up to the speed dating venue and still managed to have half the room swooning for him.

Maybe it's the fact he's on your side of the bar tonight; not out of reach like he so often is. He waits with you, your elbows on the bar, his arm over your shoulders, as your drinks are being made. It's Yeonjun tending Jeongguk's usual section for a change. His once blue hair is now back to its natural state, but he's just as charming.

"He's like my little protégé," Jeongguk coos, as you watch while Yeonjun makes a round of purple starfuckers for you both. Two each, straight on Jeongguk's tab, then straight down your throats.

Yeonjun's hair isn't the only thing that's changed since those first Purple Starfuckers. Glancing up at Jeongguk, still beaming over his protégé pride, you think of all his changes.

Arms just the same, there's been no additional tattoos. The eyebrow piercing he once sported had been removed perhaps a month or so post-star-fucker-introduction. His lip ring remains, and you're thankful for it - although you do want to curse out how often it has you looking at his lips.

Pretty lips, you always think. Thinner than what you usually go for, but perfect in shape. 

"Fuck off with those eyes of yours," he says, passing over the next shot to you. Mouth gasping in shock, you feign innocence - but he doesn't buy it. "You know what you're doing." 

He lets his hand stroke down your back. Squeezes at your waist. Runs his hand back up. Squeezes at the nape of your neck, now. His eyes shine like a magpie's nest, and you consider maybe that's why he keeps you around. Just loves stealing the remains of your sparkle - only ever the spares. The stuff you're willing to give away. Would never steal directly from you. 

Smiles, as he insists. "You know ."

And sure, maybe you do know - but you're a liar when it comes to your intentions, not just to him, but to yourself.

"I know nothing of the sort!" You protest, a serene smile on your lips, and a look in your eye that Jeongguk knows he'll never get over. Would be impossible at this point. Raising the shot class up to cheers against his own, you laugh. "To never settling."

Jeongguk raises his plastic shot glass. Narrows his eyes, but agrees. Has a coy smile on his pretty lips as he says, "To never settling."

You haven't relayed the full conversation between you and Seojoon to Jeongguk yet. Just said it was clear that you wanted different things out of life. Part of you is a little bit scared that perhaps he'll share Seojoon's views.

Though you suppose it doesn't really make all that much of a difference, does it? Not when you're just friends.

You order up another drink - vodka coke for you, whiskey sour for him - to see you through the next half an hour or so. You've never had Jeongguk all to yourself on a dancefloor, and it seems a shame to waste time by the bar when you could be there instead.

Beaming like an ultraviolet light as he tugs on your hand, pulling you into the crowd with him, Jeongguk isn't shy about how pleased he is. Calls you Disco Ball, 'cause it's apt - and the way you shine in his direction as he says it only proves this.

There's a sea of moving bodies, but it feels like Jeongguk is parting the tides. For you, he's capable of that. Will do the impossible. Go above and beyond. Just like a good friend should.

The spot you end up in is dead centre amongst the madness of the club. There's a sheen to his skin that isn't from the glitter, but instead from the heat - and yet you find that you don't mind it. In fact, if anything, you like it.

Pheromones, you assume. It's what you'll put it down to. Is probably correct. Also probably has something to do with the fact that you normally only see him like this after a couple of rounds tangled in his sheets.

Improper thoughts, you scold yourself. Move your body to the beat of the track playing; drink in one hand, while the other snakes around Jeongguk's neck.

He doesn't really think much of it as he reciprocates; drink in one hand, his other snaking around your waist.

There's a closeness to you that can only be explained away by the intimacy of your friendship. That's what you tell yourself, as if there aren't strangers in the club sharing similar embraces. Your friendship has very little to do with it.

It's your desire to prevent anyone else from infringing upon your time spent together that keeps you close. It's territorial. An indication for any who glances your way to back off.

He's keeping you guarded, and you're reciprocating.

From the bar, when he captures a glimpse of you both, Yeonjun smiles. Sends a message to Jeongguk. 

Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

It's not even that you want to go home together (even though you inevitably will). It's just that time together like this is rare. Jimin's always around, or Danbi, or Tae. All three, a lot of the time.

Not once have you ever been in Dionysus like this together, just you two.

And so while no, Jeongguk has no intention of seducing you tonight, he also doesn't want to give anyone the chance to either. This is his time, and he wants to spend it with you, and you alone.

The people around you blur into one large mass; like traffic in a slow-shutter-speed photograph. They're moving, and you're aware of this, but you aren't paying them any real attention. Why would you, when you've got Jeon Jeongguk right in front of you?

Neither of you seem to be able to dance properly. There's a beat, and you're keeping to it - but you're more focused on aggressively shouting the lyrics of the current song at one another.

You've not heard it since middle school - yet word for word, you both remember it.

It's some song from a movie that girls your age loved as teenagers; one that Jeongguk has been made to watch by all of the girls he's ever dated. They're always impressed when they find out he's seen it already. Always swoon whenever he can dramatically sing along to the closing track.

Kind of like how you are, now.

One of the soft virtues of Jeongguk is how blissfully unaware he is of his charisma. You know that romance movies are commonplace in his apartment with Jimin - and know that if Jimin is also out drinking tonight, then tomorrow morning will be spent watching The Notebook as per usual - but you aren't naive. 

You know that this is a film that has been watched by Jeongguk at the request of other girls.

He never admits it. When girls ask how on earth he's already seen it, he plays coy. Knows that it could ruin the flirt.

Funny, 'cause it kinda does the opposite for you. Doesn't make you jealous. Just makes you like him even more. Shows that he cares. That he values the interests and passions of the people he spends time with.

Easy, is being loved by Jeongguk. Or at least, you imagine it is. Imagine that no one would ever have to doubt his sincerity. That his affection works like a dam; once the barrier breaks, the truth of how he feels for someone would forever flow until the river dries up.

You're unaware of how hard his dam for you is working.

The pressure of the water he's keeping at bay is all-consuming. Takes all of his might for him not to let anything spill over. All it would take is a single drop for the rest to flow through. He worries you'll drown. Worries that a lack of restraint would ruin what is now pristine.

And so he's quiet about his feelings as he keeps you close in the shrouded haze of a club that will keep all of your secrets, if you ever dared to say them out loud.

Lifting your head up a little, Jeongguk reciprocates. Looks down. Dips. Nudges his nose up against yours. Neither of you close that tiny little gap; the one that will take you over the threshold of what you truly are. If he doesn't say a word, then it's okay.

The music is loud -yet the only things it drowns out are any sensible thoughts, bass beating around the room like the pulse of the muscle in your chest.

Jeongguk edges his lips a little closer. Could kiss you right now, if he wanted to. Probably would, if he thought you wanted him to.

Instead, he shakes his head. Pulls away. Takes a sip of his drink. Grins.

"You're trouble, Disco Ball."

Such a declaration makes you laugh. You don't mind Jeongguk cutting the tension. It's sensible. Was one thing to kiss you in the privacy of a photobooth in Busan, but you live in this city. You never know who could be in the bar right now watching all of this unfold.

There are regulars in the crowd tonight; people who know Jeongguk, even if he doesn't really know them. Could make his life difficult if he's seen necking off with you. Could give the impression that punters aren't off-limits for him. Could get people trying to push boundaries, which is the least of what he'd want while he's working.

You simply shrug. "You seem to like trouble."

Jeongguk shakes his head once more. He doesn't like trouble one bit. Wants to avoid it if he can.

Shame, really, how he can't avoid you. Won't avoid you. Can't bring himself to.

You're a burr in his saddle, but he finds he likes the irritation. It's troublesome, and bothersome - but you're never a bother . He'll let you infringe on his thoughts endlessly because he loves the little scratch your presence has on his brain.

By the time it strikes midnight, you're drunk hiccuping in the courtyard that Jeongguk so often escapes to alone. Hasn't really spent much time there since the Hayun debacle. What once was a sanctuary began to feel like the scene of a crime. Guilt-ridden. Dirty. Evidence of his mistakes. No grievous bodily harm committed, but a knife was still taken to his heart. To his sense of self. Who he thought he was.

"I've missed this place," you say, as if you haven't only visited it a handful of times. Jeongguk stands at the door frame, arms folded, his defences still up. Just what this place does to him these days.

And yet as you ambulate the space, it's like spring is blooming. Flowers sprout where dirt once was. Branches welcome tiny birds. A shimmer follows you, like magic. A real-life Disney princess.

He's no Prince Charming. He knows this. Knows that he hasn't lived a life to deserve a heart so pure. Has done you wrong.

But he's also drunk, and spring is yet to come. There are no flowers, no birds. Just his imagination - though there is glitter.

He fails to consider that perhaps you don't want Prince Charming. He doesn't know your favourite Disney movie.

And so he asks.

"Favourite ever?" you ask, eyes lighting up like the skies on Gwangalli beach whenever there's a drone show. "Ohh, easy. Tangled."

"Tangled?" He asks, and then clarifies. "Rapunzel?"

Nodding, you bite down on your lip a little, watching as Jeongguk walks in to share the space with you. Takes a seat on the bench. Is overwhelmingly pleased that you choose to fill the space beside him.

"Flynn Rider is, like, the hottest Disney boy there is," you assure him.

"He's a cartoon," Jeongguk objects.

"So?"

"So-"

"You fancy Widowmaker," you deadpan, your knowledge of overwatch limited to what he's shared with you. You don't even know that he does fancy her - just know that it's bound to get a reaction, which is what you're aiming for.

"Okay firstly, I don't fancy Widowmaker," he protests, just as you had hoped. "I fancy D'va - and regardless! It's not the same!"

"It's worse," you laugh. "At least you're meant to fancy Flynn Rider-"

"Oh c'mon! She's cute-"

"And so is Flynn!"

"Yeah, but it's not like he's Prince Charming, or anything like that," Jeongguk pouts.

"Exactly," you laugh. "Who wants that? He's boring."

"He's literally Prince Charming," Jeongguk states. "Doesn't everyone want him?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "Fuck, no. Flynn is funny . He's arrogant, yes, but that's what makes him so charming. He doesn't pretend to be a good guy. You know he's a dick and you love him regardless."

"So that's what you're after?" Jeongguk questions, even more confused. "An asshole?"

"No," you insist. "'Cause he's not really an asshole. He's got a good heart - but he's not perfect. He's got a personality. I don't know about you, mate, but perfection is the worst trait you can look for in a partner. Will forever be disappointed."

Perhaps that's Jeongguk's issue. He's always been a perfectionist. Holds himself to a higher standard than you could ever imagine - and always mistakenly assumed you held him to it, too.

"And I mean, we all have our flaws. Nobody is perfect," you follow up, almost as if you know exactly how his brain works. What he's thinking about.

"Do you ever wish..." he starts, but trails off. Is thinking about what he considers his own flaws. Wants to know how you perceive them. Contemplates what he's about to ask, and then thinks fuck it . "My lips. Are my lips okay?"

A little surprised by his question, you laugh. "Sorry?"

He doesn't say 'forgiven'. Is too caught up in his own head.

"Like, are they enough ? Do they feel okay?" He ends the question with a purse of his lips, his fingers reaching up to trace the outline, as if he's checking that he does, in fact, still have some.

"What are you on about?" You ask, utterly confused, as if you've ever given him a reason to think you don't like them.

Of course you like them.

"When we kiss," he clarifies, as if his thoughts are obvious. "Are they okay?"

"What?" You laugh awkwardly, almost affronted by his lack of confidence. It seems so unlike him. Granted, kissing isn't really a topic that you speak about - mainly because it's on your list of banned endeavours - but you've been kissing him an awful lot lately. Kind of thought it spoke for itself. "Why would you think they're not? Did someone say something tonight? During the dates?"

He shakes his head. If anything, it was the opposite. Had a few women tell him that they'd never kissed anyone with a lip ring before. Said they'd like to try it.

"Your lips are fine," you say, but realise he needs a little more than that. Is obviously insecure about something. You never want him to feel that way. "I like them, I mean. You're a good kisser. Really good. No complaints. 10 out of 10."

He narrows his eyes. Seemingly doesn't believe you.

And so you narrow yours back. "Are you trying to get me to kiss you, or something? To prove your point?"

Jeongguk looks almost offended. "What? No! I just..."

The way he rolls his head back and groans is so adorable that you think maybe you should just kiss him.

"I met your ex, didn't I?" He reminds you. You grimace. Suddenly see what he means. "And like..."

"Gguk," you say tenderly, but he just pouts.

"We've both seen Jimin," Jeongguk continues. "And even fucking Seojoon."

You hide the smile that teases your lips when Jeongguk refers to Seojoon like that. Kind of sounds like he's jealous.

"They've all got, like, dreamy lips," he says.

"Dreamy?!"

"Yeah," he frowns. "Like... clouds. Big. And mine are so-"

You clasp his wrist to stop him from touching his lips again. "Gguk, I like your lips. I like how you kiss. I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

He doesn't voice a response. Just continues to stick his bottom lip out a little, lip ring doing the thing in the most adorable fashion.

"Hey," you smile, holding his jaw delicately, angling his face to you. "Trust me, okay? There's nothing I'd change about you. You're more than enough as you are."

It's overcast tonight, and there's not a star in the sky. Doesn't really matter, though. Jeongguk's already stolen them all. Keeps them captive in his eyes. Shines them on you, when he glances down.

Letting go of his jaw, you lean your head on his shoulder, and look up to the darkness above you.

There's a giddiness in your stomach, like butterflies swarming on a summer's day, but it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Feels more like the nerves before a roller coaster drop - except the drop is never coming. The feeling just builds and builds, until it hurts .

Perfection is a trait that you know you lack. Seokjin was the one to ensure you knew this. And even though you don't really care all that much about Seojoon, he reinforced it tonight.

Pursing your lips, you wonder if perhaps you got it wrong. Just because you're not after perfection doesn't mean other people aren't.

"What's wrong with me?" you ask quietly.

"Hmm?" Jeongguk hums, not really sure what you mean. Hands in his lap, he's mindlessly twiddling his thumbs. Thinks there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing wrong at all.

"Why do they always want me to change?" you pout, a little vague but not meaning to be. You're just letting your drunk thoughts escape your lips, in the hopes it will ease the discomfort you're feeling. It's that, or cry. You really don't wanna cry.

Jeongguk is silent for a moment. It feels like forever, but is only a few seconds in reality.

"Because they're stupid," he finally replies. Wanted to say something more eloquent. More intentional.

That's the issue with that dam of his. Keeps everything at bay. Prevents him from telling you the truth of the matter; that he'd adore you regardless of your changes just as much as he adores you now. The fabric of who you are is a blanket he'd glady wrap himself in forever.

It does at least make you laugh - but as much as it softens the ache in your chest, you still feel just as inadequate.

"Maybe," you acknowledge. Pout. "But if I'm not even enough for idiots, then I'll never be enough for someone worthwhile, will I?"

He wants to curse the world for how cruel it's been to you. You have love and laughter in your life. An abundance of it. People who care, and people who give a shit. Yet you're forever changed by the men who couldn't give you enough. The people who didn't give a shit. He doesn't understand humans are wired this way, but knows he's just the same.

"Look, B," he sighs. Repeats your own words back to you. "You are enough as you are. More than enough. The issue is that the people you've dated. They haven't been enough. Not enough for you, not enough for themselves."

You think this is incorrect. Think that Seojoon had his shit together. Think that Seokjin did, too. It was you who didn't. You're the problem.

"But Seokjin wa-"

"Was the most vapid asshole I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Jeongguk interrupts you before you can even think of a way to end that sentence. "And the fact he got to fuck you is criminal - let alone be loved by you."

Silence resumes. There's a crack in Jeongguk's dam.

He has to stop talking, or it will rupture.

Your feeling of inadequacy only grows. Too much? Not enough? Fuck. It's all such a mess in your head. Jeongguk said it himself that love is supposed to be easy. Supposed to feel like peace. You're not sure you're capable of that.

Sensing your upset, Jeongguk sighs. Whispers, so that his dam doesn't hear him. "You're really easy to love, B."

He glances down towards you, too. Toys with his lip ring like he so often does in times of uncertainty. Realises he's said too much. Fix the crack, twat.

"I just mean, like, look at all of us," he says, broadening the scope of the declaration. "Danbi, Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, Seoyeon... like need I go on? People enjoy having you around. Our lives are better with you in it."

Softly smiling, you shrug. "It's a little different though, isn't it?"

And the answer is yes. Of course it is. Platonic love is incomparable to romantic love - but it's still just as valid. He expects everyone to adore you just as much as he does.

Tells himself that the way he loves is that of a friend.

Everyone feels this way about you. Everyone loves you. I'm not special.

"Anyways," you dismiss, getting to your feet. "The night is young - and we've got starfuckers to drink."

He takes the hand that you outstretched for him. Let you pull him to his feet. Pulls his phone from his back pocket just to check the time - 00:36.

"Oh, that little fucker," Jeongguk laughs as he presses the lock button. His notifications are pretty full - generic shit like idle game updates and weather warnings for the cold night ahead.

The one that catches his attention is from Yeonjun. He tilts his phone so that you can read it, not caring to hide any of his notifications from you.

Yeonjun: Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

With a pretty laugh, you dismiss it. "Boy's got a gambling problem."

"You're telling me," Jeongguk agrees - but knows Yeonjun is perfectly fine. Is just great at making money. Only places bets he knows he'll win.

And it's proven right not even an hour later. You're giggling with Jeongguk, hand in hand, unable to walk in straight lines as you head for the door.

"Hold on," you say to Jeongguk with a smile that he just knows means trouble. "Forgot something!"

Letting go of his hand, you dart back towards the bar. You shouldn't run, and you know this, but you're being speedy. Wanna be back with Jeongguk before he finishes walking over, following you. It's not like it matters. He's got a clear line of vision with so few people left in the bar.

Can see exactly what you're doing as you reach into your bag for a slightly bent-up 10,000 won bill. Sliding it across the bar to Yeonjun he looks confused - for about 3 seconds, at least - until he glances over to Jeongguk.

"Bye!" you beam, and dash back towards Jeongguk, glitter sparkling in the selective lights of the bar. Yeonjun doesn't even get a chance to tease you, but it doesn't matter. He'll just rip the absolute shit out of Jeongguk tomorrow night when he clocks in.

Jeongguk is well aware that this will happen, but he doesn't care. 

You've been off limits since the moment you stepped foot in Dionysus - "She's fucked," Jeongguk had told him on that very first night. " You're going nowhere near her." - but he likes the added confirmation that Yeonjun can't have you. Not when you so loudly declare yourself as Jeongguk's without even a single word exchanged.

"C'mon," you say, greeting Jeongguk, and walking straight on by him, outstretching your fingers to brush against his.

"I hope you realise what you've just done," Jeongguk almost warns as you leave the club together.

"I've settled your debts," you simply shrug, turning to face him as you walk backwards for a step or two. "I'm being a good friend."

The look on your face as you turn back around suggests that you know full well what you've done.

"You're gonna put ideas in his head," he calls after you, a lopsided grin on his handsome face, stars sparkling in his eyes.

"Good," you simply shout back, turning around to head further down the path. "Let him use his imagination a little. It's good for a developing brain."

Arms crossed over your chest, you're a little chilly. The temperatures always drop at night, and you're not really dressed accordingly. Left your jacket in the staff room. So did he. Too drunk to care.

But you also know that wherever you go, Jeongguk will follow. Something about stars, and spirals, and orbits. Shit you don't care to think about when you're too tipsy for your own good, and in search of refuge.

Could be a food stall, picking up some steaming eomuk, or could be in yet another bar - but this time one where you could talk properly, not just shout lyrics at one another and down one too many vodka cokes.

Jeongguk's been on a cocktail of whiskey sours and starfuckers all night, yet it's you he's drunk on.

Catching up with you, linking his arm around your shoulders, he doesn't care for food, or for another bar. He wants you. Wants his bed. Or yours. Doesn't wanna fuck. Just wants the only real refuge he'll ever need.

"Yeonjun won the bet?" Jeongguk confirms.

"Yeonjun won the bet," you nod.

"Okay," he smiles. "So your place or mine?"

You hold your fist in front of you. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Jeongguk loses. Picks scissors. Gets blunted by your rock. "Best of three?"

You pick rock again. Jeongguk goes for paper.

"Fuck," you giggle - not that you care. "Rock, paper scissors - oh, shit."

He holds his fingers in the scissor gesture, while you hold your hand flat. He's won. Lifts his arms. Yells a cute little 'woo' in celebration. "Take that, sucker."

"Oh noooo," you pout. "So sad. Hate your place."

"Oh, yeah?" He grins. Likes your tone. Knows your flirting. Encourages it.

"Mhmm," you smile right back, both dwindling on your endeavour back home. Coming to a stop, you're both aware that the way you're holding the front of his shirt to keep yourself balanced is a little too friendly. Makes him wanna do all kinds of silly things. "Hate your room."

"Yeah?"

"Hate your shower."

"So you don't want one?"

"Don't want one."

"Not even if I'm in it, too?"

"Want one even less."

He shrugs. Smirks. "I'll shower alone then. Your loss."

You narrow your eyes, as if you aren't feeling utterly shameless. "Your loss."

He's just as shameless. Fucking nods. "Yeah. It will be."

There are a million thoughts racing through your mind. They shine over Jeongguk; refracted light painting his skin in your utmost desires, and warmest of wants. You're a disco ball in every sense of the word, and Jeongguk knows that despite his flirt, it is his loss.

"Let's go home," he says quietly.

Casual in the way he groups his home as being yours, too, Jeongguk thinks nothing of it. Nor do you. There's no deep gravitational change. No alteration to the fabric of your lives. It's been this way for a while. Will likely stay this way for a while.

Standing on the corner of a street with Jeongguk, you wait quietly for a taxi. Neither of you care to fill the silence. Just let the sound of the city fill the empty space. Are quite content. A bit sleepy now that the alcohol is wearing thin.

When you yawn, he strokes your arm. Warms you up. Manages to hail a cab, and insists on you getting in first. Routes it for his place. Holds your hand the entire ride home.

By the time it arrives, you're yawning tenfold. Jeongguk knows a shower is off the cards. Will just crash. Get one in the morning. Doesn't mind. Kind of just wants to sleep, too.

Sitting on his couch, heat pack in your hands trying to warm up while Jeongguk grabs you both a drink before bed, you let your mind drift to the evening that led to this point.

Had started the night convinced you'd be going home with Seojoon. Would have been your third date. Would have been perfectly acceptable to break the invisible barrier of sex.

Realistically, given your relationship with sex and intimacy, the idea had been scaring you a little. Even if you didn't care for Seojoon romantically, the intention was there. The sex wouldn't have been casual. Would have been the first time in a long time that you were fucking someone with intention beyond feeling good.

And yet as you watch Jeongguk be his typical, attentive self, you know that sex with him goes beyond that. That's the whole point. You're opening yourself up to intimacy. A foolish thing to have done with someone who had no intention of loving you.

"Do you want kids?" You blurt completely out of the blue. Thoughts of the night have taken charge of your tipsy tongue, and you don't care to stop it.

The topic of conversation could be considered heavy. You know it was when you were conversing with Seojoon earlier. It's different, now. Different with Jeongguk. Things always are.

"Kids?" Jeongguk asks as he's filling the glass with water from the fridge. "As in, my own?"

There's a soft tentativeness to the way he looks at you, passing you the glass of water, unsure of where you're going with this. "Yeah. Do you want kids?"

"Right now?"

"No," you laugh. He sits beside you. Mirrors you. Crosses his legs. Takes the glass of water back from you just for a single sip, then returns it. "Just like, in the future."

He pauses for a moment. Isn't sure if this is a trick question or not. Decides that honesty is the best policy when your tone is so sincere.

"I want a family," he quietly admits. Isn't looking at you, but is instead toying with the dainty silver chain around your ankle. "Kids are a part of that, yeah, but I want the whole thing. Want a partner, and a dog, and a house... Want that fairytale type of shit," he laughs softly. It feels embarrassing to admit.

You don't think it's embarrassing in the slightest. You think it's nice to hear his dreams. Know all about the restaurant, and what he wants for his livelihood. Aren't so sure on the actual life he wants to live.

With a candid smile, you question further. Wanna see what his idea of a happy life is. "What kind of parent do you think you'll be?"

The room is quiet, no television or Jimin-related noises to disturb the sanctuary you find yourselves in. The city roads outside are vacant save for a few taxis at this time in the morning.

Jeongguk looks over to the mirror in the corner of the living room - the one adorned with dozens of photo booth pictures, and spots the one he'd taken with his parents on their last visit to the city. Always up for a good time, he's lucky to have such a good relationship with them.

"My dad was always the stern one," he divulges. You've met his father, now. Feels right to Jeongguk that you should know more about his relationship with his parents. He was lucky to grow up with an abundance of love. It's what's shaped him into the man he is today. "Don't get me wrong, I love him, and I respect him, but it was always mum that I went to when things went wrong. It was always her hand I wanted to hold as a kid. I don't want my kids to feel like they can't come to me. And like, what - 50% of marriages end in divorce, right? I never want that, but, like - imagine it. Getting the kids for visitation on the weekends? Barely having a relationship? Yeah. No."

He shakes his head, knocking the idea of a broken home out of his head, before he continues.

"I want a family. Not for a while yet, though. Got so much to do yet, and like, I don't think anyone our age really has their shit together yet, do they?" he nudges you fondly, and you find yourself comforted by his words. "So I'm sure whoever I end up with has lots to do, too."

The look you give him is coy. One that he can't quite work out - and quite frankly, he doesn't care to figure it out. Overthinking right now would only ruin one of his favourite evenings he's ever spent in Dionysus.

"I think you'll be a good dad," you admit quietly. "The best dad."

The compliment is heavy. Implies that you're thinking about the future. Thinking about him in the future. Long hair cropped a little shorter, formal shirts worn for PTA meetings. Thinking about the tattoos on his skin, and the glittery gel pens that a pair of small hands would use to colour them in.

You won't have been the first person to consider this, granted, but you might be the first to imagine glitter pens instead of regular markers. Of course you would, though. Your children will inevitably take after you - but then that would also mean you're thinking that Jeongguk's children will be yours .

Shaking the thought from your head, you decide that such silly little ideas are dangerous. Change the topic.

"Do you want any more tattoos?"

It's a stupid question. Something you already know the answer to, for it's already been discussed.

He entertains the question regardless. Shrugs. "When I've got cash to spare, maybe. No plans at the moment, though."

Nodding, the mention of finances reminds you of his plans.

"When's your meeting?" you ask. "The one with the bank?"

It's been at the top of Jeongguk's to-do list ever since he finished his final exam. It's step one of his plan to open his very own pork belly place. With everything that's been going on lately, he hasn't had the chance to spend an entire morning in a stuffy beige room begging for a business loan.

"14th," he says nonchalantly. Still a couple of weeks away. It's not even April yet. "It's a Tuesday."

"Black day," you reply. The annual celebration (or commiserations) for single people. He nods. "Why don't we go for food after? Danbi's ditched me this year. Went and got herself a boyfriend."

Jeongguk laughs at your dismissive tone, as if it's not Taehyung she's dating, and as if they aren't your favourite couple.

"You not working?" he asks, thinking that you'd normally be in the art cafe on Tuesday afternoons.

Shaking your head, you explain that the rota had been worked out so that both you and Hoseok had the day off. "Everyone else is in a relationship. It'd be cruel to make the only two singletons work on our special day."

"Hoseok not wanna come for food too?" Jeongguk checks, not wanting to exclude your friend. You shake your head.

"He's already said he doesn't want to see anyone nor do anything."

Jeongguk nods, but says, "Well, extend the invite regardless."

Assuring him you will, a big sip of water filling your cheeks, Jeongguk is pleased to have you around during times like these. Thinks black day would be shit without you. Has spent the last few black days working shifts at the bar. Would watch punter after punter drown their sorrows, only to then cry out all of the alcohol they had consumed.

"Anyways," Jeongguk waves his hand in the air. Changes the topic back to what you had been discussing previously. Had shit he wanted to say before you switched it up. "You'll be a great mum. I mean, if you have kids. Think you'd be great at it. Would somehow be both the fun parent and the stern parent."

Realistically, Jeongguk thinks you'll be great at anything you put your mind to.

"Maybe I should just get a donor when I'm ready," you laugh. "Single parent that shit."

"Well," Jeongguk smirks, getting to his feet. He's sleepy. Knocks his head to encourage you to join him. "If you ever need a donor, I'm far cheaper than a clinic. Would mean you'd have to shag me again, though."

"Our kids would be monsters," you laugh, following his lead into this bedroom. "Little gremlins."

"Nah, they'd be cute," he insists as you both begin to get ready for bed in the most innocent of ways.

"What if you're already settled down?" you question, picking up one of Jeongguk's shirts from the back of his chair to wear for bed. "By the time I'm ready for a donation?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he shrugs. Doesn't really see a world in which he settles down with anyone but you, these days. Knows you're more likely to settle first. He frowns at the thought of it - and as soon as you're under his duvet with him, he pulls you close.

You don't realise he's pouty. Stroppy. Annoyed with his own mind.

Turning in your position so that you're facing him, the darkness of his room obscures him from you. Closing your eyes, you don't really care. Nudge your nose up against his, like you so often do.

"Tonight was fun," you whisper. He nods. Lets his lips brush against yours.

"I like it when it's just us," he admits. Probably wouldn't say it if he was sober.

But you probably wouldn't nod back, either, letting your lips brush even more intentionally against his.

And you definitely wouldn't say, "I meant it, y'know. I like kissing you."

Jeongguk wants to swallow down his nerves - but doing so would mean pressing his lips together. Knows that it would escalate things.

So instead, he grips your waist. Nudges a little closer. Is overwhelmed with a zealous need for reciprocation. Whispers, "I want you to kiss me."

When you smile, Jeongguk can feel the curve of your lips.

He thinks he might die.

"Say please."

He smiles now, too - and you think you'll die.

"Please, B," he simpers into your lips. Closes down on your lips as he punctuates his sentence. Welcomes the way your lips press up against his. Sink into the sensation of one another. "Please kiss me."

Even if this is what kills you both off, you know there's no other way you'd rather go than caught up in his embrace.

So you grant him his wish - and find that sometimes flirting with death can make you feel more alive than you've ever known.

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

[14dayswithyou]

one sided enemies / lovers ren x mc fic where the high tension point of it is mc trying to stab ren while he’s “asleep” only for him to open his eyes and grab their wrists as they try and aim for his throat only for him to look them in the eyes and say “you’re really beautiful”, 25k slowburn, pinning, childhood friends to strangers to one sided love/hatred, not updated since 2018

A/N: Hello angels! Sorry I haven’t updated my multichapter 14DWY AU in a while! I got married, had three kids, divorced and then immediately got remarried again, came out of a 3-year coma due to my lack of copium, and recently adopted a dog :D Also I had to undergo surgery because I was suffering from sugondese, but I'm back now with another chapter! Plz enjoy!

pairings: MC x some pink haired guy idk i haven't played 14dwy

tags: over 25k word count, enemies to lovers to strangers then back to friends but not really, slow burn, only one bed, mpreg, stabbing (but not the sexual kind), pining, lemon/smut scene, mafia!au, etc.

Now was your chance. You finally had the opportunity to kill the fucker that had been embezzling funds from your Mafia father’s company. The timing was perfect... you had seduced him with your super hot appearance and slipped sleeping pills into his drink like a creep who belongs in jail. Now he was unconscious in your bed (there's only one bed in this huge expensive $$$ mansion) because you're not a monster who lets your enemies/lovers sleep on the ground.

Getting closer to the sleeping dude, you noticed that he was sleeping with a cheap ass face mask and sliced, dollar store cucumbers on his eyes… Like wtf… If he could steal over $1,000,000 from your father, you’d think he’d be able to buy something more expensive? Cheap ass….

Anyways it doesn’t matter because now you're looming over him and ripping off his $2 mallwart self-care products and staring at his prone and vulnerable form.

Wow... he actually looked.... beuatiful????

No-- stop it Y/N M/N L/N! this was not the time to be falling for the enemy! after your recent break-up with Teo -- the son of the rival mafia and the guy you were once in an arranged marriage with -- you were in no position to date again. But... wait… who said anything about dating? oh wait I did because I'm the narrator lol

Shaking your head and letting your H/L H/C hair loose, you draw your knife and angle it at the pink-haired ex-yakuza heir (your father and his mother are rivals as well). But before you could go for his jugular or smth, his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours.

It was as if time stopped and nothing else existed outside of your bedroom walls. You were captivated by his striking blue orbs and soft, dewy skin. He looked like an angel sent from heaven — but in the form of your childhood friend. aka the one you met on the playground all those years ago.... sakura blossoms were blowing in the wind which was romantic, but didnt make sense because corland bay doesn’t take place in Japan (omg 14dwy lore?? in my crack fic????)

Memories come flooding back, and it was as if the pink-haired guy was remembering them too — if the way his eyes softly trace over your features was any indication. How could you kill him? Did you want to kill him? He was nothing but kind to you, despite the fact that he literally stole money from your family and tried to kill you ex. And wtf why am I actually putting effort into this???

Shaking your head again (i don't know that many descriptors), you strengthen your resolve and press the blade firmly against his heart instead. But ya mans must've been made out of steel or something because you haven't drawn blood yet? tf?? anyways, before you could notice, he wraps a large and veiny hand around your wrist and softly murmurs something under his breath.

For some reason you forgot how soft and breathy his voice sounded, and for a moment in time, you found yourself falling for him. ah shit bois it's the beginning of the enemies to lovers arc!!!!! yehaw 🤠 ok anyways

Before you could say anything, he cuts you off "You look beautiful”

"How can you say that I'm literally wearing a balaclava right now? :/" you say, “I’m going for that mysterious vibe”

"Yeah but I know the real you, the you that's underneath that balaclava."

it was sweet, but you knew better than to trust the words of your enemy/lover. "Ok but what if I told you I was wearing another one underneath”

"yeah that's valid i'm literally wearing two sweaters rn"

"oh sick" looking down you notice that he wasn’t lying “nice I love the complimentary colours. very neutral and very based uwu”

"y-y-y-y-eah" he blushes "sorry i forgot that i'm supposed to be haruko rn"

"oh shit!! you like attack on giants? my man!!!!!"

"i-it's pretty pog ^^ anyways," he looks at your really cool and expensive gucci blade that was pressed against his heart. "weren't you going to kill me?"

"oh yeah" drawing the knife for the 69th time, you position it again before looking into his ocean blue cerulean cyan orbs once more. "this is for stealing money from my dad… the richest mafia don in all of corland bay…. he's a great dad btw because my mom tried to sell me to one direction-- anyways I'm rambling now. time to unalive you hehe"

but... you couldn't do it. You couldn't kill your childhood friend, your twin flame, and the man you harboured secret feelings for. He was too pretty and too Baby to kill. look at him. Would you really murder a guy looking like that? Jail time for even thinking about harming such an innocent soul :/ and so, you retract the blade and dramatically look off into the distance.

"I.... I can't do it."

"here i'll do it then." and then he grabs the knife and straight up stabs himself.

"MY BROTHER IN CHRIST WTF???"

"you wanted to kill me, and I only want what you want. it's logic :)"

"omg the rapper? anyways that's not what I-- you know what? yeah okay sure bet"

and just like romeo and juliet, you stab yourself as well so you could be with your lover in the afterlife. But you didn't die quick enough, so you had some time to kill on the ONLY bed in the mansion. so u woohoo with each other before kicking the bucket

you see ren in the afterlife and that’s when you realise that one of you were pregnant. yeah.... now this is the annoying part of every fic where they introduce the unwanted pregnancy arc. but that continues in chapter 69 so stay tuned! I should be able to update this next week if nothing goes wrong :)

-- THE END --

A/N (for real): if y'all want an actual serious scenario with this prompt, lemme know lmao

[phoenixyfriend]

ok. karin vs anakin's genome being 50% the Force. go

Jesus fuck, okay. Uh, fair warning, I know very little about this subject, so it’s 90% bullshit. I am in no way qualified to talk about biology past the high school level.

Anakin's sixteen. He's part of a set of Jedi assigned to a weird mission regarding making contact with an isolated planet of near-humans with superpowers but no space travel. He doesn’t really have a Job here and now, he’s just there as Obi-Wan’s plus-one. There's an underlying plot about Sidious trying to acquire people from Ninja Land, but none of the Jedi are fully aware of it. Mostly they're distracted by all the ninjas and their bitching.

They call it the Shinobi Planet, because nobody can agree on a name for the planet when they ask and the last major international alliance was named after the shinobi profession, right? Good enough, you can change it later when you idiots can agree on literally anything, oh my god. The Samurai are very offended and it's a whole thing.

Anakin wanders a lot. He runs into various strange people and is mostly polite because, listen, half his friends are distinctly not human. When your immediate circle includes nautolans and besalisks and twi’leks and whatever the fuck Yoda is, you’re not gonna blink at a Hoshigaki or... uh... okay that kid just turned into a giant fox, is anybody gonna--no? That’s normal? Just him? Cool, cool, cool.

There’s a kage summit involved in the negotiations going on. IDK what’s being negotiated, probably something to get the ninjas to set up a singular spaceport so there’s somewhere to land WITHOUT ships being regularly shot down by village defense systems powered by that massive flaming purple skeleton warrior or the girl who punched down a mountain or the.. the literal desert? There’s a guy that can control the desert? Is there any way of keeping him away from Anakin?

(Gaara’s tickled pink that the reason someone wants to stay away from him has nothing to do with fear or respect for authority, and everything to do with ‘he is also from the desert and fucking hates it, so he’s staying away from the sand powers,’ because it’s very novel and kind of funny.)

ANYWAY where was I. Uh. Right, kage summit, lots of villages, they invite smaller villages to pitch in, but nobody ever ever ever wants Orochimaru anywhere near this situation, for hopefully obvious reasons, so Otogakure sends Karin.

Really, who else was it gonna be? Suigetsu? You want Suigetsu representing you on an interstellar political field? You want Juugo before he’s stabilized? You want Sasuke, master of ruining kage summits? You want these idiots representing you at the big kids’ table?

They send Karin. She’s a bitch with a temper, but at least she’s not as big of a political risk as... literally anyone else from the snakepit.

Anyway, Anakin wanders around, meeting people, trying foods, showing off when asked for demonstrations. He doesn’t have an Entire Protocol Droid, but he did cobble together a little floating helper that can do translations for him. Assume all translations are accurate and being done by the little helper bot. Bot’s name is G1-0T. Anakin calls it Glot.

He runs into Karin at one point, who’s not super into the whole situation, but at least Anakin’s interesting. She’s not interested in him, because he’s sixteen and she’s like... mid-twenties. And his hair is stupid. But! All these force-sensitive people feel weird to her, because sensor stuff, and it’s not chakra but it’s... something. Anakin is, of course, the weirdest.

(There are non-sensitives in the envoy, so she knows it’s not just a space thing.)

She strikes up a conversation about it, because hey, she hasn’t made it this far to not lean into... you know, being the kind of person who barges ahead with Weird Questions that might lead into fun science stuff.

Anakin is like. Well. This woman’s very strange, but it’s not like there’s anything against talking about midichlorians to random people. It’s easy enough to look up in the core. Not everyone knows about them, but it’s not a secret or anything.

“Wow,” Karin says, though not in so many words, “that sounds incredibly strange, and actually a lot like it functions completely differently from chakra, though maybe it intersects with nature chakra somehow. Can I take a blood sample?”

Anakin doesn’t want to give a blood sample to a stranger. Karin isn’t stupid enough to try to steal one. She’s seen what this Force Stuff can do, and this kid’s got a lot of it. She hasn’t got enough information on hand about it to know if he’d notice.

“How about I let you look at the blood of a guy that can turn into water?” Karin asks, because she’s not going to let him look at her blood. “I’ve got it with me.”

“...why?” Anakin asks, reasonably disturbed.

“He owes me,” she says, and does not elaborate.

“What, there’s nothing weird about your blood to share?” Anakin demands, like the ornery little bastard he is.

“People took my blood against my will for over a decade,” Karin says, with the kind of smile that threatens a stabbing. This is not secret information. Her healing factor is in the bingo book. Plenty of people still want her dead. “Nobody gets my blood except me.”

Anakin has no idea what to do with that answer. Most people wouldn’t know what to do with that answer. It’s not exactly a standard answer.

“So there is something weird about your--e chu ta what the fuck are those scars?”

Karin looks at her arm. She looks back at him. She raises an eyebrow.

“What do you think they are?”

He stares a little longer, and then very carefully does not say anything as she pushes her sleeve back down.

“So can I look at your blood?” she asks again.

“Uh--”

“You can look at mine under a microscope,” she wheedles. “You can’t take any, though.”

Anakin... does eventually agree. Eventually.

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There is a very angry redhead yelling at a machine, and Anakin does not know what to do.

“Is something wr--”

“What the fuck is your blood?” she demands. “It’s glowing in ultraviolet. It burned the dye up. I tried to sequence your genome--”

“Woah, I did not agree to that.”

“--and look at this. Look at this!”

“I don’t know how to read your graphs. None of this is a language I know.”

“It’s garbage,” she hisses at him. Glot takes a few moments to process it. “Look at this. This is supposed to--fuck, where’s the Jiraiya file, he’s standard--this is what it’s supposed to look like for most humans with chakra. And this is a civilian, and a few bloodline users--”

“Do you just carry these around with you?”

“Shut up, you don’t exist. You have--you have more in common with summons than people. I ran a blood test on one of your human diplomats, the ones that aren’t monks--”

“When did they agree to that?”

“They didn’t, I’m just sneaky.”

“I should tell Obi-W--”

“STAY THERE, I’M NOT DONE YELLING YET. Do you see this? Do you see this shit? This is the one and only time I’ve managed to perform any kind of analysis on a bijuu. They don’t usually have blood. Shukaku is sand. Matatabi is literally just fire. This was almost impossible to make happen, but I did it because I’m a dedicated biomedical resea--”

“Because you’re unhinged.”

“--rcher, and you know what? You know what I’ve found?”

“What?”

“Your blood looks like you’re half demon,” she says, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking, a little wild-eyed and clearly pissed at him. “Half of it’s human! Half of it looks like the non-physical chakra manifestations that were torn-apart remnants of a godlike demon. The fuckers can’t die. They also can’t breed. They don’t have reproductive organs! This isn’t just demon-tainted like a jinchuuriki, I’ve got that analyzed--”

“Why?”

“Because my cousin’s a moron, don’t change the subject. You--you shouldn’t exist. Your blood is stupid. Fuck, is this what I’d find if I analyzed the Sage of the Six Paths?”

“The what?”

She ignores him, frowning at papers. “Is--I need to call Haruno, she might still have some of Kaguya’s blood dried on her old gloves from the war, I know she kept those as a souvenir from the whole ‘punched a god’ thing.”

“I’m sorry, the what?”

“There was a thing a few years back, godlike alien demon princess who got sealed into a moon by her sons a thousand years ago, but her immortal sentient goo child brought her back with a giant tree that consumed all the tailed beasts-the flaming fox you saw earlier is one of them--and then used a giant eyeball to reflect off the moon to put everyone in a hallucination at the same time so she could eat our life-forces,” Karin dismisses. “It’s not important.”

“There is--what?”

Jedi see many things. Many of those things are very strange.

This is a little much even for Anakin.

“It’s over, if you want the actual details, talk to my idiot cousin,” she huffs. “But now I need to run comparisons between the actual nonsense that is your entire existence and the actual nonsense that is my cousin’s existence, and maybe Sasuke’s... fuck this is going to be a mess, I’m going to have to cross-reference all the clans with bloodlines we know are derived from Kaguya, she’s the only angle we have on gods like that, unless... maybe there’s still some black Zetsu goo somewhere... Orochimaru must have kept a sample...”

“Uh, can I--can I go? I’m not comfortable here.”

“I need to find Naruto so he can call the Sage of the Six Paths out of the afterlife so I can see if I can get blood from a ghost to compare to yours.”

[meryamthebadassbitch]

𝕯𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊 & 𝖈𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘// 𝖆 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Listen, bitch, is it fucking bad that I am addicted to 'Daddy Issues by the neighbourhood suddenly got a whole ass fanfic idea on my mind, so here fucking I am, thank you so much for the likes in my other disgusting fanfics and if you would like to share this one with your friend I would be happy since my mother told me if you have more than 55 likes on the next, I'll buy you a BTS t-shirt, I'm NOT FORCING YOU GUYS LOL, thank you and enjoy! oh, I'm planning on writing a Levi book on Wattpad tell me your opinion @meryamchaline45

Based on a song called: Daddy Issues

Warning: Blood, smoking, sexual harassment, daddy issues, mention of death, slight smut, harassment, Thief!Reader, Skategirl!Reader, abuse, abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST, swearing!!

abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST!!

(IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF, DON'T READ!! don't report this please you have been warned)

Munching the food quietly she thought of nothing but how Seoul looked beautiful at night, a small scoff escaped her lips as she paid for the delicious food, looking at her wallet sighing, no money left. Taking her skateboard she stole a cap and a mask on her way out her E/C eyes immediately wide at the sound of the cashier yelling at her with a bat in his hand about to catch, slamming the door open she ran down the stairs not looking back, the cold breeze hitting her face as she ran grabbing her skateboard she skated between the cars so the man wouldn't catch her.

Her father grabbed her harshly by the hair followed by her skateboard and bag in the other hand, throwing her out of the house in the middle of the streets, every neighbor not even daring to welcome her even though they could see the pain and fear in her E/C eyes, but worst of all they still dared to watch and film her out of the window, I know it must be rough? damn, right it is.

Jungkook was hanging out with his group as usual and it seems like they got out of the café, but stopped brutally upon noticing cops chasing a H/C haired girl and grabbed her, slamming her face harshly against the car in front of them, a wince left the girls lips as she raised her hand in the air as she yelled out some words "it's a water bottle, please !" but the cops didn't seem to care since they cuffed her and decided to take her with them, as they turned around the girl cold eyes met Jungkook's dark brown ones, and that was his opportunity to study her face, she had beautiful H/C hair which was pretty messy, S/C skin, and had blood running down her nose and a cut on the corner of her soft lips, and it seems like she got into a fight for what? a bottle of water.

Watching the scene happening in front of them he stared as one of the cops broke her skateboard in half earning a bloody scream from her. "NO! how dare you!" she yelled with rage in her eyes as she was about to attack the police officer and punch the hell out of him but couldn't since the handcuffs stopped her from doing so but still the girl fell on her knees trying so hard to grab hold of the broken skateboard.

Sitting in front of the police officer she stared into nothing but emptiness; blinking ever so slightly her throat dry and didn't even dare to ask for water, "can I leave?" she asked her voice cracking as she sat on the chair, wanting to just kill herself. Grabbing her bag, phone, and broken skateboard she walked out of the police station to the place where she usually slept, the park.

Surprisingly she got a job the next day, and that is selling some street food with an old woman, the job got pretty handy, well, at least she would have 10$ to eat something and have a single water bottle for the day and not die from hunger, packing some dumplings in the small box she grabbed one of the bags signaling to the women "I'll go take these and will be right back Ajumma?" a small smile was on her lips as she walked away holding the hot food in her hand, the aged women seemed to be caring for her and would always give her some money even though she was poor and more broke than Y/N was, but still considered her as her daughter.

Knocking at one of the doors, she could hear the sound of music blasting and laughter, smiling at the memory of her being the best dancer back at school she opened the door peaking inside, the sight of a group of boys she recognized when getting arrested she handed the pink-haired boy the bag, "Jimin-ah~ you pay this time!" said a brown-haired boy behind him with a boxy smile, Jimin slightly rolled his eyes before smiling brightly at the girl taking his wallet out, a Gucci wallet which looked expensive, not like she wanted to steal it but these boys must be rich.

Bowing one last time, she walked away making sure to thank them and have a good day, "Ajumma, no I can't take them anymore what about you, you need your medicine so keep them besides I'll be okay for one day?" she said pushing them gently with a small smile, nodded Ajumma defeated but still thanked the girl a 100 times. "it was nice working with you, Ajumma, but I think I should go to either Busan or Daegu, I can't stay here anymore or dad will find me and- you know? so I'm gonna need you to go right now to the pharmacy and buy that medicine, we worked so hard for that now go!" she said pushing her gently toward the pharmacy with a small smile, pulling her into one last hug she kissed her forehead before walking away, waving slightly one last time before continuing her 'travel' in search of some way to escape Seoul before her father takes her back once again.

Sitting beside the boy she took his cigarette from his hand throwing it on the ocean in front of her, as he was about to grab another one she threw the box on the water, "so, do you want me to teach you that this mother fucker is a killer?" she said chuckling slightly at how he hated her already for throwing his precious addiction, "anyways, I need your help?" she said out of the blue, Jungkook raised his eyebrow waiting for her to continue her words "we all know you're rich as fuck, and I need you to buy me tickets to Daegu?" listening slightly to her words he took a picture of the couple kissing inside a laundromat with his camera, nodding slowly she almost squealed but stopped upon hearing his next words "in one condition?" "and that is ?" "I'll help you sneak inside my ex-house and go inside her room, to the drawer and there will be my clothes" "fine, when?" she said agreeing with his plan.

Standing in front of his ex house, she nodded at him before starting to climb the windows and could hear the sound of him talking to that girl more like flirting, looking at the window she could see them making out on the couch she had, opening the room window she did as told opening the drawer and grabbing all his stuff, a ripped book, AirPods, music DVDs and laptop looking at the polaroid with Jungkook smiling she stuffed it inside her pocket before looking at the room one last time.

Walking down the empty road beside Jungkook she handed him her bag full of his stuff, "you give it back tomorrow, you know where to find me? stay cool." she said smiling while flicking him off, the maknae staring at the girl with a small smile, this was her way on how to say goodbye or goodnight, the boy slowly waved back taking his keys from his pocket, opening the door of the black mansion greeting his mother on the way who seemed to smile sheepishly at him "who's the girl?" "mom I just met her" Jungkook looked so done as he stared at his mother dumbfounded

Opening the wagon door she ruffled her H/C hair after doing her routine, jumping down the wagon, she closed the door making sure to lock it with padlock, walking down the road she hid behind the wall watching as the man turned around running she grabbed a croissant, hiding it inside her jacket, thank god, he didn't notice and no one seemed to be out yet this neighborhood was always empty. the girl didn't have anything to think of but only the fact that this month was rough, she would eat once a day or not for a week, the asshole of the policeman broke her skateboard her mother got her before passing away and now she's a very famous thief in Seoul, what a beautiful life?

Nah, she always thought of giving up and standing at the edge of one of these buildings surrounding her, letting her body fall and join her mother. but couldn't, she didn't want to die and also promised her mother. Cursing under her breath Y/N limped to the front door of the beautiful black mansion, the door was suddenly slammed open and a woman stood there with wide eyes full of worry, glancing at the H/C haired leg Jungkook's mother immediately pulled her in sitting the girl down, the girl on the other side was shocked 'is this the wrong house? no, I remember JK saying this is his house' she thought confused but could see him coming out of a room holding a box, the boy slowly sat in front of her and started treating her wound out of as she sat there defeated and stared at him, his black curly hair looked so soft and his perfume was just UGH ravishing.

The food in front of her immediately got her attention as she started eating fastly, Jungkook mom laughing slightly at the girl "how many days didn't you eat something delicious?" "2 months, but don't worry- I only ate ramen 2 days ago!" she said munching slightly, Jungkook could see how her E/C eyes showed hope and slight happiness whenever she's eating, the girl was shining slightly than the last time he saw her, she was about to attack a police officer for breaking her skateboard and next was her handing a bag of dumpling to Jimin.

Sitting in front of the pool they had, she slowly took Jungkook's lighter from her pocket she found back in his ex house, playing with it she wrapped his sweater around her waist to great some heat, it was freezing but she needed to clear her mind a little bit, she was thankful of them, they gave her food, treated her wounds, gave her warm comfy clothes and welcomed her to stay with them...

And how much the girl wanted to kiss their hands for that, they made her feel safe after 8 years of the trauma and problematic life she finally felt home. The sound of someone walking behind made her stop from playing with the fire, wiping her head behind she smiled slightly at Jungkook who held a blanket sitting beside her putting the cover around both their bodies suggesting for her to get closer and not be afraid.

The handsome boy slowly handed her the phone back, it was midnight, thanking him she opened her phone, 1 notification, that's odd. Frowning she looked at the boy asking whenever to do it or not, nodding at her she tapped on the notification, her dad.

-------------------------------- 𝘼𝙨���𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 🖕-------------------------------

Happy birthday Darling, you turned 19, don't worry you're still my little girl right?

Fuck you.

Dad.

Seen 00:00

Just before he could even answer her text, she blocked him and deleted his number feeling calm and free, clenching the blanket around her hand she looked away trying not to let her tears fall, not wanting to show her weak side in front of Jungkook who seemed to know the situation and reason why she was cold and wants to run away. His anger was boiling, how dare a dad do this to his daughter? tomorrow was his final day alive he swore to make him pay for what he has done to his daughter. "it's your birthday?" he asked waiting for her to answer the question or at least look at him, 'why am I feeling empty when she's like that?' he thought nudging her shoulder, nodding she looked at him straight in the eyes tears covered her orbs as she stared at him deeply, her walls breaking down as she finally let them fall after staying strong for years.

살아남아야 한다."~Namjoon BTS (방탄소년단) 화양연화

Jungkook stared at her with guilt in his eyes pulling her into his embrace the girl cried quietly in his chest letting it all out. Not even noticing she fell asleep in his arms.

Holding the notebook in her hand, she knocked on the door of his room, hearing a groan behind the door she opened it looking at Jungkook who was fixing his hair, giving him a poker face she closed the door behind looking around his room, "shit, this place is fire" "I know right?!" he said on the other side trying to tie his hair into a ponytail, chuckling slightly she walked toward him standing on her tiptoe, "give it to me" doing as told he handed her the tie, her fingers slowly trailed down his hair sending a shiver down his spine at how cold her hands are, but a small smirk raised on the corner of his lips as his playboy self started showing Jungkook suddenly turned around before she could even finish his hair, landing on top of her his leg between hers as their faces were inches away from each other, his bunny smile on his face as he innocently grinned at her as if nothing happened.

Her eyes were dull and numb, but they lit upon seeing his beautiful smile

Having an amazing plan, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as she leaned in, her nose bumping his, with Jungkook staring at her parted lips not pulling away and liking the way how she pulled him closer, his lips so soft that she wanted to kiss them so badly but couldn't, twirling him around it was now her turn to smirk, she was on top of him grinning innocently while ruffling his black hair

"come on, time for dinner"

Walking down the streets of Seoul while listening to some music, she slowly walked into one of the cafes that lined up the street of Seoul. Pushing the door open the little bell at the door jingled when she walked in and the scent of coffee hit her like a truck, this café wasn't crowded and it was one of her favorites, for these past days both the teenagers got closer day by day and still couldn't open up to him yet, it was so hard. and it would be a terrible lie if she doesn't catch feelings for him. "hello, can I get an iced-americano please?" she said looking at the cashier taking out the money from her pocket she slammed it on the counter before making her way toward one of the tables, playing with the flannel shirt she burrowed from Jungkook the girl waited for her order, phone ringing she slowly answered the call

"Hello? are you fucking kidding me what has he done?!" yelled the girl hanging up, slamming the door open the girl ran down the streets

Jungkook on the other side drove in rage toward where her 'father' worked, sitting down on one of the chairs his feet tapping on the ground nervously as he glared at the ground, a man came toward him with a smirk on his face, Breathless with anger, he stood up and immediately punched the man square in the jaw he didn't care about anything at the

moment but to just make him pay for what he did to his daughter.

Dashing down the streets pushing past the people, everyone at first thought that flash just passed by them while it was just a girl running with panic in her eyes, walking inside the police station the H/C haired girl immediately pulling the boy into a hug, tears covering her E/C eyes, as she pushed the strand of hair from his face staring lovingly at him she cupped his cheek looking for any injury. Sighing she glared sharply at her father "you deserved it" she said spitting in his face one last time before walking out of the police station asking Jungkook if he was okay, driving back home in silence the girl thought 'why did he do that?'

Sitting him down she grabbed the first aid kit and some alcohol, it was now her turn to help him, "this will hurt, so grab my hand" sitting down in front of him Y/N gently pressed the cotton on the huge bruise he had in his hand not caring the fact he's hurting her hand due to the pain he felt, "I'm so sorry" she said out of nowhere not even glancing at him, wrapping the bandage around his bruised hand she tried to ignore how bad she wanted to hug him by trying to get up but Jungkook already beat her to it, with one simple fucking move. Cupping her cheek the boy pulled her back down and made her face him stopping her from moving, his hand pressing on her cheeks as his soft fingers caressed her ear sending a shiver down her spine, her legs suddenly became weak as she stared back into his doe eyes, his gorgeous orbs shining under the moonlight like a diamond in the center of a museum was everything for her

His Dior Sauvage perfume only made it worse, it was her favorite scent aside from coffee, she felt giddy and happy whenever she sees him and just want to squeeze him tight and never let go. but now it was her whole body burning like fire

"Y/N please, tell me what is going on and I promise I'll help you with anything?" he said looking at her E/C eyes back and forth still holding her cheek butterflies dancing on her stomach as she stayed silent not wanting to ruin this moment with her fucked up past, she was about to pull him into a kiss, the same feeling kicked in, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers for few seconds was is a hard thing to ask? the sound of the door slamming open made them snap out of their position and fall on the ground.

"dude..."

There stood the boys staring at them awkwardly, coughing she got up wiping her clothes from any dust making her way to her room "wait, Y/N you promised me!" "I'm sorry Tae but I don't feel like playing..." "no, you're coming now sit down" rolling her eyes annoyingly she walked back down and sat on the ground waiting for the boys to follow her movement. Watching as the bottle spun in front of her, the girl breathing hitched upon seeing the green bottle landing on her, slightly panicking she shot a look that could make the bravest of warriors scream in terror, but Tae who didn't seem to care, challenged her "Truth or dare?" "Truth" "what were you both doing when we came in?" "talking duh." her simple sarcastic answer only annoyed Tae more than he was and that made her smirk proudly 'i'm not falling for one of those plans, Taehyung' she thought raising an eyebrow at the boy who smirked back at her "then why the sexual tension, and you about to kiss him?" grin fading and eyebrow falling she stared coldly at the boy his blood running cold at the look the girl just sent him "i-i take that back" stuttered the boy still feeling her staring straight into his soul, the game continued but surprisingly it didn't land on her anymore.

Sitting on her bed, she pushed the blanket away from her cold body, opening the door slightly trying not to make a noise as possible, making sure to close it behind her before she made her way toward Jungkook's room knocking 3 times. Jungkook jolted up from his bed at the thought of Y/N and immediately ran to open the door, he was right, there she was standing slightly shivering from the cold but before he could even protest to give her something to warm up or say anything, she already pulled him toward the Kitchen, opening the fridge she slowly grabbed hold of ice cream box and two spoons, sitting beside him she stared at the clock ticking in front of her "wanna know why I always throw your cigarettes whenever I see you holding one?" she said glancing at the boy who already stared at her continuing her words "because my mother was so addicted to this fucker, sure, it revealed her stress but it also made her sick, we would always go to the rooftop and talk about anything that comes to our mind, that was until he decided to cheat on her out of nowhere and started going to clubs, she didn't find out by herself, but I did, I told her in our usual ted talk we had at night while watching the stars flicker, surprisingly my mom didn't seem to care since she already noticed his sudden behavior, so being a good mother she wanted divorce and when she told him I told her about the whole thing, of me coming home from school and seeing a bitch on top off him, he started doing it to her. Days passed and mom got weaker day by day and everything was becoming worse as she started smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day, and I don't want to lose you too after losing my own mother" she said scoffing a little bit at the memory flashing on her mind tears covering her E/C eyes.

Jungkook on the other side listened carefully and couldn't help but to intertwine his fingers with hers, and could feel her tensed up and her hand becoming warmer and not the usual coldness, looking at her he smiled happily at the sight of her looking at the moon through the balcony with a small blush on her cheek, as he was about to pull away afraid of hurting her she grabbed his hand back planting a gentle kiss on his veiny fingers and on top of the smiley face tattoo he had.

What are they?

A couple, close friends, just friends (pack it up, Adrien). She didn't understand why is the constant hand grabbing? cupping cheeks, the almost kiss in his room, He was so kind towards her and being his usual, bad boy self in front of the others?

Why would he like her anyway? she always thought of that which only broke her more remembering the fact she's going to run away and live in Busan and not stay with him anymore, her life was so confusing, should she stay with him or move away?

"Wanna know something?" asked the boy glancing at the girl who nodded at his question "you're living with me from now on, and this is the reason why," he said pulling her toward him by the hand, picking her up easily placing her in front of him and on top of the counter, with her staring directly into his eyes and his hand on both her side, the boy gently cupped her cheek. Heat rose from Y/N's stomach to her chest and behind her back. Jungkook's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, she could tell he heard it since the same bad-boy smirk came back on the corner of his lips. parting her lips she felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. The boys silently watched the scene happening in front of them Jimin and Taehyung taking pictures on the other side

the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. Sure, she was a famous thief but in moments like these she's so nervous, he was her first kiss, what if it's bad?!. Her thoughts were stopped dead when his lips were gently pressed against hers, not knowing what to do she scooted closer toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck following the steps she remembered seeing in kdramas, he puts his hand on the back of her head and reassuringly strokes her H/C hair.

Heaven.

Pulling away gently the girl chuckled "you stole my first kiss-" "-and I'll do it again" he said cutting her off again with his lips on hers, a passionate and heated kiss made her melt in his arms, it was illegal for him to make her fall in love with him more with one simple fucking move. the next movement she made drove him crazy was the way her fingers played on his curly black hair, Picking her up his hand slid under her thigh, as he walked toward her room not breaking the kiss, closing the door behind them with his foot.

Jungkook's head rested on top of hers as he played with her H/C hair, "I never told you this, but do you know how much the Dior Sauvage & cigarette scent drove me crazy whenever I smell it on the outfits, I borrowed from you?" "oh yeah? new kink developed I guess" "yeah, I guess it's my kink," she said glancing lovingly at the boy in front of her, his fingers slowly pushed the strand of hair from her face as he smiled back at her, his fingers under her chin as he pulled her into a kiss.

"I'm in love with you girl with Dior Sauvage kink, Y/N L/N "

"and I'm in love with you too cigarette addicted bad boy, Jeon Jungkook"

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

I Thought You Should Know 2

Part 2.

Part 1 HERE.

Notes in part 1.

Before:

This time when Superman caught you he held you close and wrapped his arms around you before flying away with you clinging to him and crying because you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Awareness came with a background of arguing and a sinfully - sinfully - soft mattress. Tugging the blankets up and over your head you snuggle into your pillow and doze.

    You've grown up with yelling and lived in places that were noise 24/7 and presumed the arguing was the neighbors. A quiet falls over your cocoon and it hits you... your hotel room had a  mattress that was as stiff as plywood. 

    The bed dips and you tug the sheet down from your face and take in the warm tangerine color walls, dark wood molding and the bedside table was a rustic style piece of furniture. Turning over you're startled to find Clark Kent standing with a tray of food but more surprising was the man sitting on the bed in a sharp charcoal suit. 

    Curious, you lift the blanket and peer down at yourself.  You were wearing your underwear... you guess it was bettered than being naked. "Rest assured Miss ****, your virtue is safe."

    "Lex!" Snapped Clark with a glare before he turned to you and floundered for what to say before pushing the tray out, "Coffee?"

    "What happened?" Your brain felt muffled and you can remember bits and pieces and jumping off a ledge... "Shit, did I try to kill myself again?" You sit up and the blankets pool at you waist uncaring of your bra that was all lace and completely inappropriate for your type of job. 

    "Again?" The tray is set down on a bedside table and Clark was crawling to you, grabbing your arms, checking your bare wrists, as if he hadn't seen them before you were tucked in half-naked. "**** we talked about this."

    "Settle down." Lex heaved himself up with a sigh and peered down at the two of you, "Clark brought you here, you were hysterical and I gave you a sedative and while you were high out of your mind you chose my,"

    "Our." Clark snapped but the other man continued on without missing a beat.

    "Bed to make your nest. You had this loon," a finger pointed at Clark who look aghast, "Rip off your corset because, and I quote, I can't catch it rip it off. As you spun in a circle trying to reach for the laces."

    "I kind of panicked and ripped it off. Sorry." 

    "He's not sorry, he burned the thing in the fireplace."

    "Secrets Lex! Married couples know how to keep secrets!" Clark glared and you watched them bicker back and forth, lost. 

    "Can we not? As hot as it is, I'm too nauseous to join in on your makeup sex." That cut through the weird foreplay the duo had.

    "Get out." Lex tries but you ignore him as usual.

    "Here have some coffee!" Reaching for the tray Clark held onto it without strain. 

    It was a giant mug of black coffee, a small plate with an oversized croissant, little jars of jelly that was a mismatched set from various fancy hotels you knew Clark had a habit of stealing from, a bowl of yogurt topped with fruit and granola, a whole tomato, a cow shaped creamer, and a pig shaped cup with sausage sticking up. 

    "Remind me to never request breakfast in bed. You forgot silverware and cutting the dam tomato." Lex clapped his hands, "I'm off. Don't overstay your welcome and you're barred from all future events." And then he was gone. 

    "He does have a nice ass." You mumble into your coffee that was sweet and perfect. 

    "It makes up for his bad bedside manner." Then Clark is gone... and back with a spoon and knife, a knife he uses to cut your tomato. "There's a bedroom here for you." It's spoken softly and your eyes flick up to meet his then away, the croissant butter soft. "****?"

    "Hmm?"

    "I'm sorry."

    Now you remember, quite convenient when there's a knife in arms reach, "You're not." Strawberry jelly smears heavily. It's flavorful and you chewed slowly, savoring the rich taste. A sip of coffee and a your slurp breaks the silence. 

    "I am. I shouldn't have said that."

    "You thought it and you spoke it. Simple logic."

    "No."

    "You're a whore." You pick up a tomato slice, "You fucked all the girls you cheered with and you bottomed for half your fraternity." It tasted juicy, "Lois Lane wasn't your only fuck buddy at the paper and Green Lantern misses your dick something fierce." From your peripheral it was interesting how embarrassed his face colored.

    "How..."

    "Now Lex," you interrupt. "Lex is a slut but he's a slut with standards like myself. Dick pics help weed out the useless ya know." Sip, "Men - woman - don't care." Sip, "It helps when you get really lonely and you can leave. No strings, no questions." Sip, "If you speak to me that way again," your gaze meets his, "I won't need kryptonite to kill you." 

    "****..."

    "Refill please." You hand over your mug that's half filled and Clark takes it. Quietly he moves off the bed and walks out. 

    The tray is settled at your side and you manage to shuffle over to the edge and stand by the time he comes back. Meeting him part way you ignore the way his eyes rake over you, "I'm..."

    You were tired of apologies and hugged him. He was tall and you settled for wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tight, "Leave it."

    It's never brought up again.

    .

    The formal gala was beautiful. Lights, cameras, ice sculptures, bottles of champagne flowed as did the money for the secret auction, so secret no one was aware there was an auction.

    At least that's what the news had said.

    Lounging on a couch with a tub of ice cream your face is covered in an organic green tea mask, your body has been massaged by a last-minute goddess with hands that deserved to be preserved in the Vatican vault, and your feet was resting on Clark's lap where the man was massaging your left foot with a hand as the other hand tossed Gummi bears.

    You were horrible at catching them with your mouth but the colorful bears decorated the carpet and sofa with a certain pizazz. Elevator doors opened and expensive loafers dragged, "Why are you still here?"

    Spoon dangling from your mouth you pull it out and point it at the tired man who was being rerun on the massive television. "Did you have fun at your party?"

    "That party brought millions to Saint Jude charity foundation."

    "Uhu... and how much really..."

    Lex dismissed you to turn to his husband, "Why is she still here."

    "I'm not putting her out, you can do that." It was said matter of factly with a hint of try it, go on, I dare you.

    Oh this was good, not as good as the ice cream but good.

    "****." You blink up at the tall bald-headed man, "Leave."

    "But the make-up sex."

    You think his eye is twitching, "There is no sex!"

    A pout twitches your lips and your spoon stabs at the ice cream, "But Dom Daddy Master sex is the best sex." Beside you Clark chokes on a gummy and Lex is a thundercloud as he steps closer and closer to you until he's close enough you can smell his cologne. "See," and you glance over at the coughing man who was thumping his chest, "That's hot. You're hot, we should...."

    "Shut up!" And you shut up, sitting back. "Your jokes are not appreciated. Pack your shit and run back to your Captain America. The epitome of all that's righteous and leave..." you snort and quickly cover your nose as ice cream somehow went up there. "Me and mine alone!"

    A napkin is passed to you, "Ignore him. He saw what's in the box and is not too happy right now."

    "Couldn't you have left it behind?" Wiping your nose you take in all that was Lex Luthor and processed what he said, "Why would I run back to that asshole?" Of course Lex had bared his teeth in a very animalistic way and stormed off so you turn to the quiet second half and said, "What was in the box?"

    "A dress." His face loses trace of all humor, "The accessories are a problem, my nose is quite good and you're not that type of person to..." Clark cuts off as Lex returns and all but flings the box at you and Clark catches it and settles it on your lap while taking away your ice cream. 

    You ignore the argument that's caused by that stunt and take in the dented and dirty box that was lopsided and the tissue paper that hung half out. Clark was right, there was a dress balled up on top and you pull it out... it was a familiar dress.

    Black, shiny, skin-tight, one side would cover down the length of your thigh while the other was cut in a way to barely cover your vagina. 

    You knew this dress.

    This was a similar dress you had in your closet from ages ago. It had been the dress you met Steve Rogers in when you had worked another undercover mission as a singer in an underground club. The lights on stage would make the material nearly sheer and showed off your curves and the nipple piercings you had gotten done for the gig. 

    Well... "He knows." Or at least presumes who you are but how? Dropping the dress to the side you go through the rest of the stuff and pull out a pair of killer heels in your size, "Nope." And drop them both atop the dress. Next was a scrap of fabric that took a moment of turning it here and there to realize it was panties, "What the fuck is this?"

    Clark looks pink while Lex scowls but answers, "Thong."

    "This," you shake it like it's flag. "Wouldn't cover an ass cheek. I have a fat ass... the strings would cut across my hips and make me look like a ham hung to dry." That too was dropped and you rummaged around the jewelery, the hair extension that sat wrapped, and an empty clutch. "Stockings? It's cold, these fucker really think I would waltz around and freeze my clit off?"

    "The point was to entice me, your target, or that idiot." Confused, you glance up at the taller man. "Your choker. There's a mechanism that releases a pheromone when you get close enough to your victim. It's potent, it's an ingenious way to get me to leave and hand me over to SHIELD or attract that asshole who was there, dressed to impress and also wearing a wrist watch that had the same scent, my intel says he was hoping to use it on you if you had arrived. Fucker doesn't realize all phone calls are tapped, that was a mistake."

    Rummaging through the box you find rings, bracelets, a pair of studs for nipples - which what the fuck - but no choker. Glancing over at Clark you said, "You said your nose. How does it smell?

    "Musky. I only know about it because HYDRA is interested so they tried to use bait, young bait, to entrap my husband in a scandal. It didn't work, girl scouts don't make penthouse calls at 1am. Thankfully I was home and tossed the girl in the closet before dealing with him."

    "I could have raped that girl." 

    "Lex, no." And Clark was off the couch and crowding his husband who leaned into the embrace with a miserable face and you felt upset. Box plopped on the oddly shaped coffee table you make your way around the duo and bare foot you walk to the elevator door that opens with a soft ping and step on, finger jabbing on the button to the ground floor.

    It was a short trip of quiet, you ignore the dried and cracked gunk that was on your face and stepped out into a lobby with its shiny floor and gold accents. 

    There weren't many people about at this hour except a janitor that was windexing a window and a concierge who stood once he caught sight of you. "Ma'am!"

    "Phone?" You gesture to the old-fashioned looking thing that sits behind the desk. You knew it was a thing installed by Lex that was as private as you could get, and one that no nosey AI could hack into. An alternative option in case he was too lazy to take an elevator to the top floor.

    "I'm sorry but..."

    "Great, thanks, sit and be a good boy as mummy handles something." The man is a stuttering mess as you reach over and take it, plopping it on the high ledge. 

    "Ma'am you can't!"

    Fingers presses into small holes and drag clockwise with each number. "Phone the penthouse, I'm sure Mr. Luthor would be ecstatic over us meeting."

    The concierge, who had his hand on separate phone and was calling security faltered, "Lex Luthor?"

    You smile, green tea dust falling, but before you can utter a comment the line picks up without a greeting, "Brucie poo, remember that favor you owe me? Well I'm collecting." 

    The concierge moves away to stand with the Janitor who had been quick to call him over and tell him to keep his eyes down. Which was for the best since you were walking around in flannel that was oversized, courtesy of Clark. Switching to a different language and lowering your tone you spoke with an unamused Bruce Wayne, while not friendly with Lex, had been highly upset over the use of children as pawns.

    You weren't surprised. 

    The elevator dings and you wave at Clark who jogged to you and you were quick to say your goodbyes, "Why didn't you tell me?" Frowning at the taller man.

    "You're not here, why would we tell you?" And that, that hurt.

    The elevator doors closed and you knew you needed to do something, time was wasting.

    .

    Solid black, it matched the coal around your eyes and the contacts you had struggled to put on. Boots were comfortably strapped up to your knee and you waltzed across a manicured lawn. 

    The cameras were down.

    The dogs had been knocked out.

    Security had been scarce since a good portion had all come down with a mysterious stomach bug. You can't really protect your benefactor if you're shitting your intestines out. 

    Striding up the marble steps that led to a wrap around porch, you tried a door handle and found it locked. A laser took care of that, a nifty little thing you dropped on the ground and waltzed inside, smoke curling into the air from the burned brass and wood.

    Having had memorized the layout you strode to the kitchen, up a flight of stairs, down a hall, up another set of stairs, down another hall and to a bedroom door where you put yourself in a position that your com had instructed. Gun in hand you aim a degree left, swooped right, down center, each bullet piercing through the door and wall.

    Stopping only when your com had said so. 

    You open the door and lean against the door jamb, the bodies on the ground paving a way to a lone man pressed against the corner of a wall holding a gun.

    "Hello honey." He aims and pulls the trigger. The gun jams. "Poor baby," you stalk over. "Let mommy kiss it better."

    From a distance away Superman removes the com in his ear cutting off the scream of the HYDRA operative who had tried to set up his husband. 

    .

    Maybe if your com hadn't been knocked off and landed in a puddle of blood you would have found yourself here, in a chair, at the SHIELD headquarters. 

    Great, just great.

    The chair was uncomfortable so you chose a nice corner to lay down, cross your ankles, and try for a nap. 

    You had gotten as much as you expected from Mr. HYDRA guy which was meh. Not enough info compared to what you had but if you were honest, you weren't there for intel.

    It was just a great excuse to inflict as much pain as you could and death. 

    You hated getting your hands dirty but... yea... getting caught on the back lawn with SHIELD agents storming up to you with guns and K9 was a weird experience. 

    "****." Confirmation that Steve had a really good guess you were you. Ugh. The door closed behind him with a thump and the man strode over. "You can cut the act, I know who you are."

    You sign WHO.

    "I thought you were dead." You yawn, "I knew it was you when I heard you laugh." He pauses as if he expects you to talk. "Superman knows who you are, how do you know him?" Quiet. "Answer me." He sighs, voice changing to one of concern, one you had believed was his true self. "I miss you."

    A hand lifts and you sign QUEEN.

    "****!" 

    Middle finger, no two fingers, point in his direction.

    A hand grips your ankle and you're dragged from the wall, your other free foot hits the ground with a thump, you curl your toes - triggering a nifty backup - and out pops a short knife. Steve let's out a shout as you stabbed him in the leg, once, twice, and his arm that swings to stop you before the man let you go.

    Blood coated the ground and the super soldier stumbled back, "What the fuck ****!" The security that patted you down didn't take all your lovely toys. 

    Hopping to your feet you waved a finger at him and signed BAD BOY. The doors open and two men with guns enter, they try to get Steve to leave but he's a stubborn fuck, "Back off, I've had worse." 

    Just to fuck with him you sign, POISON.

    His eyes go wide and he stumbles out with the two guards and you're left alone once again.

    .

    The fuckery begins when the vents turn off, it takes a while for the air to get stifling and hot but you don't remove your uniform and lay on the ground sweating through your material and the pungent stench of blood has you breathing through your mouth. 

    Stubborn to death you try to ignore the nausea that roils your stomach, a migraine forms at the back of your skull, and your mouth was dry and throat parched.

    Time churns and it's hard to focus so you keep your eyes closed but it does little to help. Maybe this was it? A smile quirks your chapped lips, at least you got to stab Steve, hopefully your knife was dirty and he got an infection.

    When did you close your eyes?

    Breathing was like choking on sand and you can hear the ragged sound of you inhaling deeply and sharply. A shadow hovered above you and you felt a tug and your body lifting before dropping. It's dizzying when your head lifts upwards but thankfully you're gently settled down

    "Shit's adhered to her skin." 

    Was someone talking? No, let you sleep. Closing your eyes you hate that you're jostled as your legs are lifted and plopped on someone's knee.

    "Get me water and ice, her legs up will help with blood flow to the heart."

    Cold seeps through your uniform and the lip of a bottle entices your tongue to move and swish by swish cool water washes away the sandpaper feel of your mouth.

    "Cut it off her." You recognize that voice.

    "The first layer was easy, this is adhered to her skin." Pause, "I've seen this before Captain. You'll rip her skin off, best to wait until she regains conscious and..."

    "She's not HYDRA."

    "But you said..."

    "I know what I said, now get out!" There's a scuffle and a slam. Hands are tugging at the edges where the suit left your skin exposed. Someone had removed your boots and gloves... a sharp tug of pain at your temple reminded you you're wearing a mask that showed off your eyes and your mouth once the second layer was pulled aside. 

    "God dammit." Steve growled, "Fine! We'll do this the hard way!"

    Your fingers curl and you try to move but your legs are heavy and a prickling sensation runs up and down. Move you tell yourself but you can't.

    "All I wanted was a simple yes or no." Something cold presses against your cheek, a pointed tip digging, trying to dig, beneath the seam of material and skin. "This is your fault ****." 

    What?

    Pain causes your back to arch and your right calf to seize, you choke on a scream trying to move away from the slice of the knife as it digs under your skin and not the material but Steve has a firm grip on your chin.

    Blood seeps out and there's a swear from the man and the knife is pulled out. He ignore your whimpers of pain to move a single hand down your body. Skimming over your breasts, sides, sternum, waist, and back up to your throat, "A little less pressure eh?" The blood stained tip pops through the layer, Steve needing to push harder as the material - as thin as it was - was strong.

    The knife carefully drags downward, blood seeping from between the black material, and stills just under your bust line where your waist cincher catches the blade. "Hmm." Cutting straight down, the blade knocking through fabric and the hooks.

    The suit material was adhered to your cincher leaving your stomach bare. His free hand settled on your too warm skin, fingers tracing over the indentations left from the boning and material. 

    He tries to tug at the material but your body shifts with it, "I'll get this thing off you even if I have to skin you."

    Shouting catches his attention but Steve ignores the sound of gunfire, secure in the knowledge he was locked in. The knife veers direction and he slices down the side towards him, gripping the cincher for leverage. 

    Mid thigh Steve is startled when the door to the room flies across the room, knife jerking and slicing deep causing you to cry out, a pitiful cry. "Fuck!" Steve scrambles to cover the wound with his large hand but it does little to stop the blood.

    A hand grips into the back of his neck and tosses him as if he were a rag doll. He hits the wall leaving a crumbling indentation in the concrete. Shaking it off, Steve is prepared for a fight but once the disorientation is shaken off he manages to catch a glimpse of red before realizing he's alone.

    You're gone.

    .

    The bandage on your face and the butterfly band-aid running down your body to yet another oversized bandage at your thigh made it look as if it was bad. "I'm fine." A nurse stands idly to the side and you glance at her, "Tell him I'm fine."

    The him was Clark who was trying to take your temperature for the fifth time in the span of an hour. "You're not fine!" He also sends a look to the nurse who looks on amused, "Tell her she's not fine, a high fever is a sign of infection, God know what germs that cell had."

    "It was a clean cell." You try but Clark takes the opportunity to plop the thermometer into your mouth and you roll it under your tongue. 

    Beep.

    "It went up a degree!" 

    "For fucks sake. Lex!" You yell the other mans name.

    The phone rings at your bedside and you pick it up and hand it Clark who scowls. "Yes Dear." 

    The nurse tip toes closer to fluff your pillows as you settle back. The past few days a whirl wind of adventure. Between SHIELD putting out a warrant for you - both your identities - and fighting with Lex that no he shouldn't call a war against the organization and that you had a plan. Of course bumming it at the Luthor's meant you had a lovely nurse and a personal chef.

    The high life.

    "The husband requests I should leave you alone less I suffer a dry spell." He side eyes you and you hold a hand out to him which he takes and crawls beside you, careful of your body under the sheets. The nurse leaves and the two of you are left alone. "I was so scared. Seeing you there... bleeding..."

    "Me too." You admit, "I shouldn't be surprised but I am. Steve... that's not my Steve."

    His arm pulls you closer, dragging you off your pillow and into his arms. "He was never yours." It hurt but it was the truth. He gently brushes away your tears - it's not fair you still cried for this man - and gently turns your head so you can gaze at him, his touch soft as it hovers above your bandage. "Give us a chance ****."

    "Clark..." your eyes burn with more tears, afraid, you're so afraid. "I can't."

    "He could have killed you and yet he still holds a place in your heart."

    What? "No."

    "He's still there, he lived everyday content with another woman while you were left alone and bitter. Everything you've done to get to this point was because of him. He's still there, in your heart, a parasite, keeping you from moving on and taking a risk." You're  quiet and his normally stoic self turns frustrated and says, "The asshole stabbed you, doesn't he deserve to suffer?"

    "Yes. He deserves to suffer." The anger surged and you used your arm to prop yourself up, "Steve humiliated me. They all knew, fucking knew, and... I still have the fucking dress." Clark frowned, "How could he do that to me, why Clark. Why?"

    "Because he can." You flop back on the mattress and cover your eyes with the heels of your hand and will the hurt to die and your tears to dry. "He's  heartless but you're not."

    "Clark..."

    "No. He never cared ****, he used you while Sharon was away. If it wasn't for the other asshole, Steve would have dumped you at the alter or killed you off and you know that's true. Look what he did to you, you don't think he would have that spy take you out?"

    "No." You choke out and you sniff before a grin curls your lips. "He would have done it."

    "Or the..."

    "No." Sniff, "I hacked his journal. He was going to cause a car accident." Clark went stiff and in the distance you hear a crash, a slam of a door, and you glare at Clark, "You didn't hang up the phone!" It wasn't a question because a moment later the door to your bedroom swings in and the very tall, very angry shadow of Lex Luthor fills the doorway. 

    "****." It was your full name. Your full legal name and you went absolutely still. 

    "Babe..." Clark tries but Lex is a storm cloud as he saunters forward and ignores the pet name only his husband was allowed. 

    "Are you soft in the head?" Lex loomed over you and for the first time you were scared of him. 

    "Lex..."

    "Car accident? You knew he was planning on killing you and you still did nothing." The man didn't have to shout but each word was laced with venom that had your heart skip a beat.

    "I..."

    "Swallowing a bottle of pills isn't what you do when someone plans to murder you." Oh shit, "Jumping head first into missions without backup or extra ammo is not the way one plots revenge." Fuck. "Running off and putting yourself in suicidal situations does nothing but get you killed!"

    "I know."

    "Then why must you be so stupid!"

    "Because I needed to feel something!" You shout, it hurts to sit up but you scramble to do so as Clark assists. "I was stupid, is that what you want to hear? How stupid I was to believe that someone  could love me? Me? That someone would want me for something other than sex? That I was beautiful? Smart? That I was more? Stupid of me to think that a person could think I was worth a commitment and kids and a last name, a home, I was stupid to think I was worth a home, someone who can... can love me..."  it was hard to breath and see as the old hurt rear its ugly head and you can't be strong, dropping your head, spine hunching you press your hands against your eyes, the pressure easing the headache that was throbbed steadily. 

    "Lex, ease off." Clark rubs circles on your back.

    "No. She needs to deal with this and not wallow in self pity."

    "Lex!"

    Sniffing up the snot you wipe your nose and say, "It's not wallowing. I'm not a victim, read the definition asshole."

    "Of course you're not love but crying doesn't get back at someone who wants to cut your break cords."

    Sniff, "Drunk driver." Your eyes itch and you rub them again, "A t-bone."

Clark takes in your red eyes and the flush to your face before looking up to his husband, "Kill him."

    "No."

    "Already on it." Lex says matter of factly. 

    Again you say, "No. Death is too good." 

    Lex sighed, he was ready to snap at you again. "He's enhanced. What's your plan? You can't get close to him like before."

    "He's a conservative man, his reputation is everything to him." You say, "I got a plan to get SHIELD off my back and I'll make public his journals and porn crap."

    Lex frowns, "No maiming? Missing limbs?"

    You shake your head, "No. There's some heavy shit in those journals and secrets about the team. I'll black out the intel from missions but Steve gets off on knowing that the world sees him as this perfect man. A God amongst mortals. He won't know how to deal with it."

    "Alright, ok, we can work with that." Hands continued rubbing circles on your back, "Can I punch him at least?"

    "You're getting your hands dirty?" Surprised, Lex glanced down at you, "Guess he loves you more than me." In response Clark lugged a pillow at him.

    "Punch him twice. One for me and one for you." It comes from you.

    "Break his leg for me." Lex sends you a look but you don't say a word, "Payment for the stitches."

    "Mhm." You'd probably scar too. "Break both legs." You rub at your thigh where it itched.

    "I smell blood." Clark leans over and moves the blanket aside and patches of red bloom on your bandage, your shorts hiked up to V of your thighs. "Lex, get the nurse. You might have popped a stitch."

    "It's ok, I'm ok."

    "No, you're not." 

    The nurse comes in with a first aid bag and your bandage is removed showing that yes, you popped a stitch. It doesn't take long to fix it but you do lean into Clark for comfort. 

    .

    SHIIELD's system is down.

    Their backup of a backup doesn't work, nothing works. Cards danced on the screens, Queens of spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs bounce up and down, left to right, in no specific direction. 

    They all know whose calling card halted all communications and in a solo room where a group of people who had complete access to everything were privy to a badly drawn cartoon of a queen of hearts card threatening to release sensitive information to earth and Google Earth images of all their safe house locations including their own. 

    Less than a day later SHIELD pulled all their warrants and people in the search of you. 

    An email was immediately sent with your resignation and quickly after that a website was made public with Captain America Secrets on full view and no A.I. or hacker could tear it down. 

    Not with the insane amount of protection you encased it in. Still, you had fail safes in case it was taken down plus the internet where nothing died was quick to copy and paste and you sat back in your hello kitty onsie as the world burned Steve Rogers and the Avengers.

    Tony's PR team was quick to claim it was a hoax and the others had denied all allegations against their own humiliation but you had finally let it go. 

    You had to.

    Looking up as a set of floor to ceiling windows slid open and you watched as Superman flew in and landed. His hair was in disarray, a portion of his suit was torn and blood was splattered on his cheek, not his blood you're sure. "Had fun?"

    A grin is tossed your way and the papers on the coffee table ruffled as the man sped to you and was right there, making your eyes cross. "Beautiful. Perfect. Brilliant. Patient. Crazy. Lovely."

    "Clark, heros say no to drugs." You interrupt his rambling.

    "I'm sober."

    "Meth?"

    "****."

    "Cocaine?"

    "****."

    "Sugar?" There's seconds, time for you to turn your head as Clark leans in, but you hold your breadth as he kisses you. A soft and gentle pressure and it's so sweet.

    "Let me love you ****." his brows press against yours, "Let us love you. Give us a chance."

    No.

    Just no.

    You don't need the extra heartache.

    "Okay." It slips out and you can't take it back. Do you want to take it back? 

    Clark's face is one of excitement and his eyes shine with something that you've seen before, when he looks at his husband and you were a sucker for pain. You can't take it back, "You won't regret it I promise." And with that Clark picks you up and you hold on. 

    "I'm not having sex so you can put me down." You kick your legs because you're almost sure you wouldn't.

    "Oh I know." He walks confidently to the still open window, "We need Lex for that. He has a sturdy desk and sound proof office."

    "Clark!"

    And he jumps, flying off in the direction of his husband's company. It would be a pleasant surprise but at least he was right, that desk was sturdy. 

    End.

Notes:

I can't write sex scenes so there you go. Use your imagination. I picture a spit roast scenario and a very slippery desk.

 I can confirm that Superman kicked Steve's ass, broke his legs - twice - and punched 3 times. Which is why Clark arrived looking disheveled. Also Steve did give as good as he got but Superman is a pretty boy with hopefully good dick (for you the readers sake ;)

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When You Take Care of Each Other

Part 3c

Summary: Alot of intimacy between Roman and Reader

Warning: sex, cock warming, dom!Roman, Daddy!kink

You stopped right in front of him. You could feel as his eyes as they moved over you. Your heart picked up speed, it was making you breathless. Letting go of the doorframe he closed the short distance. The scent of his cologne and him mixed, he was intoxicating. You yearned to kiss a trail of kisses up his throat.

“I’m still hungry for you.” He reached out and you felt as his fingertips gently grazed your cheek. Tilting your head into them you let yourself melt into his touch. “I am sad about something.”

You treaded lightly. “Oh, what was that?” Gently, you dragged his hand to your mouth and you pressed a firm kiss to his palm. You met his turbulent eyes as you did so. It was his dominant hand, he had just been doing something to defend your honor, it turned you on. It further caused a soft beat of arousal to blossom deep inside of you.

“I never found out whether you kept your word and wore no panties under your dress.” Despite his tone being subdued, it had an edge. You felt that edge. You knew it came from the part of him that lingered from his bad day.

“Have I ever lied to you?” You asked gently.

“No.”

“If after bringing me to that darkened corner, and if you had let this hand,” He let you guide his hand from your mouth to your throat between your breasts, moving further down you brought his hand to your soft torso and stopped just above the apex between you legs. “drift under my dress you would have felt that I didn’t wear any.”

His hand moved, he grabbed you. It caused a moan to pour from you. “I should have.” He squeezed. “Would you have liked that?”

“Yes. I like it when you touch what’s yours to have.” Your voice shook, he was stealing your ability think strait.

“It belongs to me.” He rubbed you gently, pulling soft sounds from you. You reached out to him, grasping his upper arms. He had made your knees weak. “You belong to me.” His lips just barely missed yours, as he spoke.

“Yes, I do. You take care me,” You watched his eyes grow as you moved as demurely as possibly against his fingers. “You protect me and tonight, you showed a pair of goons what happens when they mess with me.” Your voice shook and cracked as he rubbed you firmed arousing you further.

“Mmm,” he made a sound from deep within him. “Do you like this?”

“You are rubbing me here in your office? Where you tell the rest of Gotham to fuck off?” You smiled. “I do.” Saying it made you wetter. You loved the fact that you belonged to him.

His smirk grew. “You have been quite the good girl in here haven’t you?”

You nodded, your mind wandered to other times; when he first took you on his desk or he had a conference call with two rivals and you sucked at him. That had been particularly fun. “I like being good for daddy.”

He pulled his fingers back. You couldn’t stop yourself from making a sound, a soft pout forming on your lips. You already missed his touch when you felt its absence.

“I got you good and ready but I need more.” He sighed.

Reaching, you gently undid the knot of the belt of his coat. “What can I do to make you feel better?” You looked at him from under your lashes.

His free hand grabbed your mouth, a soft whimper came you. You saw that his eyes were burned, he was still angry. “Yes daddy?” You managed to say.

His eyes burned as he looked at you, wished there was something you could do to make him feel good. Though you were not sure where to start.

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand.

You held it back your worry as he brought you to very open sitting area of the penthouse. It was there sometimes, you would watch the news or movies with Roman, when he had a night off. It had a large sofa, and huge over stuff chairs that matched along with another private bar.

“Make daddy a drink.”

You smiled brightly. He let go of your hand

“You can make yourself one too, but you can’t have it till I say so.”

“Alright, daddy.”

Despite the limited lightning on. Mostly, moonlight and shadows filling the room, you felt very exposed. Anyone who would by accident take the elevator to the penthouse would see you completely naked. The walls had window of differently colored squares. Luckily, you were high enough that no one could peer in.

******

Perhaps it was the mix of his day, maybe it was the compromise he made by not cutting that fuckers hand off but he was still furious. The arousal you caused in him mixed with his anger. Slipping out of his coat, he took one of his knives and put it on one of the end tables.

With a contented sigh, he sat in the middle of the sofa. Glancing over, he caught the lovely curve of your body. His stomach tightened.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby.” You came over with his drink. He welcomed you onto his lap.

He wrapped in arm around your back, as he took his drink with his other free hand. “What if Zsasz comes up here to tell you something?”

“He is going to see me fucking you.” He took a sip from his drink, yours always tasted better. He watched your eyes grow. “Actually, I turned the elevator’s access to the penthouse off.”

You relaxed. “Thank you, daddy.” You said sweetly.

He smiled, his hand went to your hip and he squeezed. “You may be mine, but you are not a vessel to me nor will I ever treat you like one.”

You moved a little, and his smile grew larger, as he felt your hand sneak under his suit jacket while he felt your lips as you begun kissing his throat.

“Y/N.” Your name was more a sound then your name. “Y/N, look at me.” His voice had more of an edge but felt it was needed.

You pulled back, he could see the hurt. It actually broke through his anger. Which actually took a moment to register, this he wasn’t used to. You were the only one who had ever been able to rid his anger or bad days without making them worse.

Well, unless you were both having bad day and well sometimes he mused, those darker times could be alot of fun.

He took another sip and attempted to chose his words carefully. Another thing, he wasn’t used to.

“Growing up, I was a fucking object for my parents.” He rolled his eyes. “I was supposed to become best friends with Bruce. So they could get into such and such country club.” He said in a mimicking voice. He took another sip of his drink.

“When I was younger I continued that behavior. Other girls I saw I would have let Victor walk in on. Well, to be honest they never made it past the club. No one came up here.” He gave you a smile, looking into your eyes which he couldn’t read. “You’re the only one I trusted and wanted up here.”

“Oh Roman.” You wrapped your arms around him. You just held him, feeing your soft body and he enjoyed it.

A soft sound came from him when he felt your tongue, your kisses. “Let me make you feel good now.” Your breath was warm as you whispered that.

He stretched out his arms and let you. “Please, baby.” He whispered back as he watched and let do as you wished.

Your fingers easily opened and untucked his shirt from his slacks. He felt as you gently rocked against his growing hard on. “But don’t tease.” He met your eyes.

“Alright, not tonight.”

He smirked, damn you were just too good.

Your fingers made quick work of his belt and the zipper of his pants. He loved the intake of breath you always made you freed him from his pants. It always made him harder.

You scooted away for a moment, smiling he let you removed his pants. Straddling him once more, you looked at you and held you closer.

Your already wet warmth trembled against him, as he kissed you. He groaned as you continued to rub lushly over him. “Take me inside of you baby.”

You nodded but first you reached for his glass, he held it just out of reach, “I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“First, I want to be nice and deep inside of you.”

You closed your eyes and made a soft sound. “Mm I want you to be as well.” You were breathless. You sat up and soon, with a moaned you lowered yourself onto him.

“Now don’t move.” You looked confused. “Be a good girl and don’t move.”

But you moved a little.

He smacked one of your ass cheeks which he realized felt really good.

“Daddy!” You yelped.

“I told you not to move.” He gently but firmly reminded you.

“Ok.”

“Good girls don’t move when daddy’s cock in them.” How quickly you sat a little straighter was not only endearing but was incredibly sexy. It also felt amazing. “Good girl.” He smiled.

Looking at you, he slowly finished his drink. “This was really good. Thank you.”

He noticed, when he spoke you would tighten and loosen around him. “You feel so good.” He added, before he took out the little sword that held the three olives, placed the glass down.

He grazed it against your lips.

“Would you like one of daddy’s olives?”

You nodded.

“Now just one.”

He swallowed as he watched you pull one to your mouth by your lips. Your breasts were so soft, and you were as tight as little flower buds; and just as sweet to look at. He gently grazed one bud, then the other one you wiggled on top of him but it felt so good, he wasn’t going to stop you.

He made a soft endearing sound. “Feel good baby?”

When the cool liquor trailed a path down your body, he didn’t stop you from wiggling then either.

“Yes.” You only wiggled a little. “I will never think of those olives the same way.” He did it again as you spoke I’m enjoying the sounds it caused.

Making sure you were watching, he ate them and tossed the sword. Bowing his head he licked at one of your luscious pink buds. He made a soft sound as he felt your fingers in his hair. He lingered a little longer as he heard you moaning more. He finally went on to the other little bud. When be pulled back he met your eyes. “That is the only kind of shot I want. You’re soft warm body and some liquor.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He smoothed his hands up your thighs till he held your hips. “Ride daddy baby.” He move enough, so you had some room.

Together you moved, your moans mingled and became one. Sloppy, hungry kisses finally were exchanged. He continued to you hold and he moved with you. Damn, it felt so good. Your fingers moved through his hair, even tugging a little which only made everything feel better.

After, you came hard against you arching in your glowing moan that filled the entire penthouse, he held you as he finally came hard himself after continuing to move in and out of you.

Gently, he held you as you melted soft against him. He gently ran his fingers up and down your back. You still fell into a gentle sleep with him in you. Holding you, he let himself fall asleep too.

Leading into a Sunday, when he woke sometime later dawn was coming the sky was that particular shade of blue that fills the sky before the sun arrives. It made him chuckle softly. They had slept quite a while like a statue of lovers, who never wanted to part.

You gently stirred.

“Baby,” He whispered, let’s sleep more comfortably in bed. “Yes?”

You gently moved off of him and after shedding his shirts, leaving them there he scooped you up.

****

Still half asleep you curled up to him as he pulled the blankets up. Right now, that exactly what he wanted. Somewhere, in the recesses of his shadowy mind, he hoped it would it was enough to keep the nightmares away.

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Fifty-One

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI, XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX, XL, XLI, XLII, XLIII, XLIV, XLV, XLVI, XLVII, XLVIII, XLIX, XLX

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/N: Happy Holidays fuckers

A/N: also trigger warning for Nik's pos dad, and,,,,, nah i think that's it. Enjoy <3

Not a day after Lev was officially banished, Biela showed up. She was brisk, not even giving Lev the chance to acknowledge the two people she’d brought along. He was to be on house arrest, enforced by a spell that the witch she’d brought along would place on him. The fact that he was allowed up to fifty feet away from the house caught him by surprise; he’d fully expected to be confined to the inside. At least this way he could follow the kids in the pool or out into the yard, though Biela had made it clear he wasn’t to be outside alone.

She’d concluded this meeting by warning Lev that the house arrest would last until he proved he wasn’t a security risk. That meant Lev needed to learn how to defend himself, to Biela’s standards.

Lev understood. There was no third chance. If Lev got killed by a demon, it’d be detrimental to Cameron’s functioning. Not to mention Lev wasn’t sure how he’d handle being kidnapped by one. All of that aside he did want to know how to protect his children.

Biela had left with the witch when it was all done. The man she’d brought, who Lev learned was her brother Caius, stuck around long enough to exchange a few words with them, though Lev got the feeling it was more to get a good feel for who Lev was as a person than anything else.

Once all that was done and over with, Lev realized he still had a full day. Cameron had Eden, and Lev didn’t have the energy to fight him while Cameron reestablished his schedule. Instead, Lev ventured downstairs, something else on his mind.

He found Sazra in her room, like he’d expected. He knocked on the doorway when she didn’t look up right away, but having her silver eyes pinning him in place didn’t exactly put him at ease.

“Hi,” he said lamely, unsure of where to start.

“Can I help you?” she clipped out.

“I hope so,” Lev said, trying not to fidget. “I wanted to ask you about suppressants. I don’t know if demon suppressants will work for me, or if I need to get angelic suppressants, but-”

“And you’re asking me why?”

Lev blinked. “Because you’re a healer?” He said hesitantly. “I figured you out of everyone in the house would know about the way I’d react to demonic suppressants.”

Sazra lifted a brow. “Why would you think that when you think your healing is superior to mine?”

Oh. Lev fidgeted for a moment, before, “I’m not versed in medicine,” he started, and then hesitated. “If I’ve offended you...” He trailed off, looking for the right words. “It’s what I was taught,” he finally said, honestly. “And I never stopped to check my bias. I just parroted what I've been told for my entire life. I didn’t think about it at all.”

“I can see that. It’s rather arrogant of you.”

Lev didn’t think he’d ever been called arrogant before in his life. She wasn’t wrong though. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “It was.”

“Hm.” She thrummed her long nails against the wooden table, but didn’t offer any more words other than that.

Lev stared at her for a long time, unsure of what to say. In the end, he said simply, “Can I try to make amends? I was out of line.”

Her nails clicked on the table. “I’ll help you. Not because you apologized, but because Cameron is my boss and I owe him my life. Anything else?”

“No,” Lev said. “Thank you.” He paused halfway out the door, and turned back. “I haven’t had a heat in about a month and a half. If that helps anything?”

“I am aware. You can go now.”

Lev took that dismissal and slipped back upstairs.

---

After some searching, Lev found Nik in the back with Eden. He had her in the pool, in a cute black swimsuit with pink polka dots and ruffles. Eden was screaming happily as she splashed Nik. Lev padded to the edge of the pool, sitting down and dropping his feet in the water.

“Hi,” Lev said, smiling slightly.

Nik paddled over, dragging a giggling Eden with him. “I had to put sunscreen on her,” Nik said solemnly. “She probably burns faster than Cameron does.”

“Probably,” Lev agreed. He reached out, patting Nik’s hair. “Nik... do you want to talk about it? Any of it?”

“What part of dragging a screaming infant out to the pool suggests I want to talk about anything?”

Lev shrugged. “I thought I’d offer. We probably should eventually.”

Nik dunked under, though he kept Eden above the water. “Sure.”

“Are you okay?” Lev asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I have you, I have Eden, I have Cameron. Everything is going back to normal.”

“You’re pregnant, I’m exiled, and I told you I lost my pregnancy in the worst way possible.” Lev hesitated. “A lot has happened. And... it’s easier to worry about you than it is to deal with everything right now.”

“Well as you can see, I am the picture of health.”

“Physically, sure,” Lev agreed. “I don’t think anyone in this house is mentally healthy.”

“Hm. Well.” Nik moved Eden to his hip, not even blinking when she smacked his face. “Is that your professional opinion, Doctor Lev? I had not realized you had gotten a psychology degree in Ghost Land.”

“Nik, please,” Lev said softly, but he really didn’t have it in him to fight. In the end, he just gave a small sigh. “Fine. We can talk about it later.”

Nik went back to playing with Eden, so Lev splashed a foot lightly and watched Eden grabbing at the water. Lev would have been content to watch, but Nik grabbed his ankle. “Nik, don-”

Nik yanked Lev in the pool, clothes and all. After sputtering at Nik while Eden shrieked, first in surprise and then in delight, Lev glared at Nik. “I’m dressed.”

“Oh?” Nik said innocently.

Lev swatted his shoulder gently. “You could have let me go find a swimsuit. Now I’m soaked.”

Nik simply hummed. “Yeah... Oh well. Better luck next time.”

Lev huffed, and reached for Eden. “Give her over. I want a turn.”

“Mm. My baby,” Nik said, kissing Eden’s cheek. “Isn’t that right, baby?” Eden shrieked, grabbing at Nik’s hair. “See? All the ladies want me.”

Lev huffed, wading closer. He grabbed Nik’s sleeve when Nik tried to pull back, but was distracted by Cameron appearing.

“Phone,” Cameron said, looking annoyed.

Lev patted his pocket, and then held up the waterlogged device. “Nik pulled me in,” he offered apologetically. He set it down on the side of the pool. “I forgot I had it in my pocket.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” was all Cameron said. “Don’t do that again.”

“Tell Nik to not to pull me in,” Lev mumbled, before looking up at Cameron.

“I’m not his mother. You do it,” was all Cameron had to say before left.

“Yeah,” Nik parroted. “He’s not my mother.”

Lev splashed him and Eden both. Eden screeched, slapping the water herself. A laugh bubbled up, real and genuine. Lev turned away long enough to take off his sopping sweater and drop it beside the ruined phone.

This was worth it, he decided, dropping a kiss on Eden’s cheek. It was worth all of it.

---

Nik spent the next few hours getting a restless Eden under control and unconscious while also wandering around the house. Cameron seemed to be off in his study, doing Cameron Things and Lev was doing Lev Things. He was about to go see if he could bully Cameron into making stuffed peppers, when there was a knock at the doors. He was this close to ignoring it, and letting one of Cameron’s lackeys get it themselves, but he was closest to the door.

When he pulled the doors open, he felt his stomach drop. He had no idea why his father of all people decided to stand right in front of him, with that irritatingly neutral look on his face, especially in Demonic Territory. But he was. “Papi.”

Az’ril looked Nik up and down slowly enough Nik folded his arms over his chest, trying to hide his stomach out of sheer self-consciousness. Though it was completely useless and they both knew it. “You are pregnant.”

Nik felt heat rise in his face. “It’s Cameron’s,” he said, instantly.

“Hm.” He looked past Nik for only a second before saying, “Are you going to let me in?”

Nik took a wordless step back and to the side. There was no point in arguing, not when he was pregnant and he wasn’t going to risk the safety of either himself or his baby just when he decided he was going to keep the little leech who decided to continuously steal his food.

His father wasn’t even two steps in the house before both Cameron and Lev decided to come into the hallway from two separate directions.

Well that was just fantastic.

“Az’ril,” Cameron said, mildly. “To what do I owe this unannounced visit?”

Az’ril’s golden brown eyes flicked Cameron’s way. “I was not aware that I needed an invitation or to announce myself to visit my youngest.”

Cameron lifted a brow and stopped right behind Nik, close enough Nik could almost feel Cameron’s body heat. “How would you be aware when you do not ask? Or visit in the last year or so, but I digress.”

Lev stopped next to Nik and tried to take his hand. Nik only shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and said nothing. Az’ril’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but completely dismissed Cameron and turned his full attention back to Nik. “Let’s speak. Alone.”

“Nik,” Lev said, quietly.

He could feel Cameron’s gaze on him, letting him take the lead on however Nik wanted to move forward. Nik only lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, sure. I think we can find a room.”

He shouldered past Lev, without so much as a glance, aware his father was right on his heel without needing to be told to follow. He found the nearest office space and went in, immediately going to open the windows when he heard the door click behind him.

“So,” Nik said, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded over himself once more. “You wanted to talk…?”

Az’ril made himself at home by sitting in the desk chair. He glanced around the orderly office, taking note of the very sharp, immaculate furniture. “He seems to have inherited a great deal from his former station,” Az’ril noted.

“Yeah,” Nik said. “I imagine being raped every day for five hundred years, a fancy house was the least they could give him. But what do I know.”

The vaguest look of distaste crossed his father’s features. “Your crassness is bound to lose its charm,” he said, leaning back. “Especially now that you are pregnant. Even if it is with a demon’s spawn, and an illegitimate one at that. That cute attitude isn’t going to get you far much more.”

“I’m sure my cute looks will make up for it,” Nik said.

“We’ll see.”

The tightness in his chest didn’t let up a single bit, if anything it just reached further into his throat, making it that much harder to keep an unruffled appearance. The razor sharp look in his father’s eyes suggested Az’ril was more than aware. And he was unimpressed.

“How does the demon feel about your pregnancy,” Az’ril said. “Doesn’t quite seem the paternal type. As far as I’m aware, demons tend to eat their young.”

Nik chewed on his lip piercing. “He’s fine with it.”

“Is he?”

“That’s what I said,” Nik said, not able to keep the irritability out of his voice. “If you’re wanting a birth announcement, I’ll be sure to ship you one in the post. Is there anything else you wanted?”

“Actually there is,” Az’ril said.

Nik waited expectantly, trying to not squirm under that golden look.

“I do not think your demon is equipt to adequately care for a pregnant angel,” he said. “And I do not wish for a disgraced outcast to be caring for my child.”

Nik blinked. “I- what? Then where, exactly, do you expect me to go?”

“Your rooms are being set up as we speak,” his father replied. “A nursery as well, as you’re obviously keeping the child. Even if it’s part demon, your status is of mine, and I will not be having it or you here any longer. It’s about time you stopped playing house and returned to where you belong.”

“...I belong with Cameron and Lev,” Nik said.

Az’ril stood fast enough that Nik’s spine straightened on sheer instinct. “You need to stop with these convoluted fantasies of yours,” His father said, sharply. “You will come home, even if I have to drag you by your ear to do so. It’s for your own good, Nikolas.”

“But- what about them?”

“They are not my concern.” He crossed the desk. “This is my own fault,” he said. “I gave you too much freedom and left you unchecked and now your inability to take responsibility for any of your actions has led you unmarried, unmated and pregnant. So now, you will be coming home, and you will be letting me take care of you. End of discussion. Are we clear.”

Nik’s eyes trained to the ground. “Yes sir.”

“Better. Now go get your things, because we need to be leaving.”

Nik pushed off the wall and left the office as fast as he could go without sprinting out of the room. He shoved open the bedroom doors and went for the closet. He stopped dead in his tracks outside of it, anxiety clawing at his throat, but he forced himself forward to get his shit so he could get out of here.

“What’s going on?” Nik heard Lev ask from the doorway.

Nik stopped dead in his tracks before resuming once again. “Going home,” was all Nik said, going to toss a few of his jackets onto Cameron’s bed.

“This is home.”

Nik chewed on his bracelet and went back into the closest for more clothes. “Yeah, and so is Tullum. Papi is insistent on me coming home so he can take care of me while I’m pregnant.” He tried to keep the irritability out of his voice. It wasn’t Lev’s fault that Nik’s omega decided to kick into self preservation mode now.

Horrible timing, really.

“He won’t take no for an answer,” Nik said, dropping the rest of his clothes on the bed. “So I’m going home.” He fixed a smile in place. “That’s what’s best for the baby, am I right? Got to get the special angel healers and- and it’s a family thing. I’m sure you wouldn’t get it.”

Lev stared at him for a moment. “You can’t go with him. It’s not what’s best for the baby and it’s not what’s best for you.”

“And you devised that in what, the five minutes of interaction with him?” Nik asked, sharply. “Family clearly does not mean the same thing to you as it does to me and mine. There are traditions and- and I just.” Nik exhaled sharply through his nose and muttered under his breath in spanish and went back to packing. There was no point. “I don’t have a choice and it’s not like you can stop him.”

“Nik,” Lev said softly. “I know people scare me all the time, but... not like him. Not like that.” He crossed the room, trying to take Nik’s hand as he said, “I won’t let him take you.”

Nik shoved his hands in his pockets. “Do you want to die again?” Nik demanded, voice cracking. “You seem to forget that I am the only one in my family without magic. My family deals and trades in death and he has the power to absolutely obliterate anyone. Especially someone with no ties or protections offered by angels anymore. You literally just defied the laws of nature. Don’t get between us and ruin it for nothing.”

Lev’s face was the fiercest he’s ever seen from him. “You’re mine, and I’m not going to let him take you from us.”

Nik bit into his lip so hard he could taste the honey sweetness of his blood. He didn’t have an argument for that, especially when Lev’s head was annoyingly big when he was being annoyingly protective. It clearly meant he couldn’t listen to reason or fact. His father was just… he was death.

He put his head on Lev’s shoulder, not saying another word.

Nik was snapped out of his trance the moment he heard the sharp order in spanish to hurry up. His head lifted and sure enough his father was standing in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. “We need to get going.”

Lev looked at Az’ril. “He’s not going with you.”

Cameron appeared like a wraith in the doorway behind his father, eerily silent and perfectly unruffled as he sidestepped Az’ril as if he were little more than a stool in his way. “Nikolas can take his time,” he said, coolly. “As much of it as he wants.” His pale eyes slid towards Nik, looking for his stance.

Cameron was going to follow Nik’s play, no matter what he wanted for himself. He’d let them all make their decisions and damn themselves, but it would always be their decision. He’d have no part in shaping it.

When Nik looked down at the ground, Cameron then said, “Of course, if I wanted, I could keep him here. He’s pregnant with my child and as it would be my property, so is Nik.” The sheer, so very faint distaste in those words in Cameron’s tone didn’t go unnoticed by Nik. “I’m sure you, someone of such high political standing, would understand that.”

Nik didn’t dare say a fucking word, even as Lev positioned himself between Nik and Az’ril.

His father locked eyes with Cameron. Cameron was several centuries younger than his father, even if Cameron felt eons older in the icy, composed stance he was taking. “My son is not your property,” Az’ril bit out.

“By demonic law,” Cameron said, mildly, “he is. The moment you decided to send your son into spy on me and mine forfeited your right to Nik, and made him mine.” Cameron looked over at Nik and Lev, gaging the both of them with calculated stillness. “Come here.”

Nik was frozen in place for a split second before Lev gently took his arm and nudged him over to Cameron’s side. If Lev hadn’t made him move, Nik would have been torn between standing still and being at Cameron’s side in a split second with the sheer Alpha in his tone.

Cameron fixed his eyes on Nik, and then Nik’s throat. “Of course,” he said. “I am speaking in demonic terms, and not angelic terms. So let me be very clear about this.” A chill rippled down Nik’s spine when Cameron's very sharp teeth sunk into Nik’s throat.

Lev ushered out of Cameron’s way, but Nik could sense his eyes were still trained on Az’ril as Nik instantly went limp at the claiming bite being branded into his flesh. Cameron caught him easily before he collapsed onto the ground from the amount of hormones being flooded into his body.

Nik whimpered when Cameron’s teeth came out of his skin. He caught the golden sheen of blood still on Cameron’s pale lips before pushing his face into Cameron’s chest. Cameron’s arm held him firmly in place as Nik reached for Lev’s hand.

Lev took it but didn’t take his eyes off Az’ril.

Cameron didn’t blink at the way Az’ril’s eyes narrowed. Angels held mating bonds to one of the highest standards in their lands and Cameron knew it. “You know where the door is, yes? If not I’m sure someone can show you out.”

Nik didn’t dare look up from Cameron’s chest, but he heard his father retreat from the room, and hopefully the house. “I’m sorry,” Nik mumbled against Cameron’s chest.

Cameron tugged on his hair. “Quiet,” he said, not harshly. The order did mellow the anxiety curling in his chest.

Lev lightly bit Nik’s shoulder. “You’re staying with us,” Lev mumbled against his skin. “You belong with us.”

---

Breakfast the next morning was quiet. Though, admittedly, most of their breakfast lately were quiet. Nik couldn’t drink coffee and so it took even longer for him to wake up. Cameron rarely had much to say in the morning, and Lev was always tired nowadays so quiet it was.

However, this morning, Lev had something on his mind. “Cameron?” he asked. “I had a question.”

“Hm?”

“Can we start working on a nursery? I imagine it’ll take some work, and...” He shrugged.

Before Cameron responded, he walked out of the kitchen. Lev stared after him, and looked to Nik. Nik was still staring at his decaf coffee, face blank and definitely not awake. Cameron reappeared, book in hand. Lev lifted the cover as Cameron went back to fixing breakfast.

Inside the book was... plans. Color swatches and crib options and even a sketched layout or two. Lev traced a picture of a crib made of dark brown wood and with little sea stars carved into the headboard. “You already started planning without me?” he asked, trying to not sound petulant.

Cameron flicked a look in his direction. “You were sleeping.”

A low blow, but a fair one. Sleeping had been preferable to being awake. “Point,” Lev finally muttered. “Well can I help with the rest?”

“If you want.”

“I do,” Lev said, flipping back through the book carefully. He would have called it a scrapbook if it hadn’t been so brutally efficient. Besides. If he had, Lev had the feeling Cameron would have been offended. “I’m guessing an ocean theme?” he said, peering at the options Cameron had deemed acceptable for baby mobiles.

Cameron placed a plate of bacon down in front of him. “It seemed to fit Nik’s tastes.”

“This isn’t my coffee,” Nik suddenly complained, rubbing his face.

Lev looked over. “Looks like coffee to me?” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Nik frowned. “This isn’t. My coffee.” This time he sounded more irritable.

“You’re not supposed to have caffeine, if that’s the problem,” Lev said, taking a bite of bacon.

“Says who?”

Lev offered him a piece of bacon. “Ash, probably. But also every pregnancy health book I’ve ever read. And I’ve read a lot.”

Nik slammed his mug down. “Well Ash isn’t here, and you’re not my boss.” He pulled out his phone, muttering in Spanish. Lev only got another piece of bacon before Nik startled him by shoving the phone in his face. “See? I can.” He was practically yelling, mostly from excitement from what Lev could tell.

Indeed, Ash had typed out a terse, “1.” Period included.

“Somehow that feels coerced,” Lev mumbled, before pointing out, “You have to convince Cameron too.”

Cameron sipped his tea calmly. “No,” he said. “Sit down.”

Nik plopped down, defeated. He stared at the counter sadly. “You’re all monsters.”

“Well, four more months and you can have caffeine again,” Lev encouraged.

“This leech is taking everything from me,” Nik mumbled.

Lev reached over, brushing his hair from his face. “Soon,” he promised, kissing Nik’s cheek.

Nik wrinkled his nose. “So what were you talking about before you decided to ruin my life?”

Lev closed the book carefully. “Nursery plans. Which- Cameron, do you think Nate would come paint the walls for us? I bet he’d do something pretty.”

Cameron put a plate of eggs and fruit down in front of Nik. “I already called him. He’ll be here tomorrow to start working on it.”

Lev huffed. “You’ve already thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“It’s easy. You’re both predictable.”

“What the fuck is this?” Nik demanded. “You give Lev bacon, and I get rabbit food? I’m a growing boy. I deserve bacon.”

Lev decided not to comment on the fact that he’d offered Nik a piece and Nik had decided to bemoan his coffee instead. “Eggs aren’t rabbit food,” he pointed out instead.

Nik took Lev’s plate. “Well fine then, you eat it. I’m eating your bacon.”

“Hey!” Lev reached for his plate. “Nik! Give it back.”

Nik just put his hand in Lev’s face, but Cameron switched the plates anyway. Nik whined, and all he got in response was a baring of Cameron’s teeth. Despite that Lev put a single piece of bacon on Nik’s plate.

Before any more bickering could start, a knock sounded. Lev peered over his shoulder in time to see a sentry leading a short woman into the room. She was hauling bags with her, though she set them down when she set eyes on Nik.

Nik had been in the middle of grumbling as he picked at his food, but when he saw her, he dropped his fork. “Mami?”

Lev watched them, mystified. He’d never met Nik’s mother, but when he looked to Cameron, Cameron just shook his head subtly like he knew what Lev was thinking. That left Lev even more confused, but he just looked back to see her cupping Nik’s face and fussing at him in rapid Spanish. In Nik’s defense, he looked pleased.

“Hello,” Lev offered when she seemed done. “I’m Lev?”

“I’m Mami Coco.” She looked to Cameron. “You can call me Socorro. I’ll be sleeping in a room next to Nikolas.”

Lev could see the annoyance flickering in Cameron’s face, but Nik looked happy, dark brown eyes shining as he got a hug from Mami Coco. Somehow Lev doubted Cameron would be irritated enough at the disruption in his plans and schedule enough to upset Nik over this. Instead, Cameron filled a plate for her too, and said, “Sit.”

There was a certain look to her that promised much headbutting in the future, but she sat beside Nik with a simple, “Okay.”

Tagging:  @incandescent-creativity @solangelo3088 @lil-miss-red @halstudies @littleyellowdinosaur @caelisis @idreamonpaper

[nostalgic-pancakes]

Watching the starlings as autumn draws in

Summary: Tommy and his friends try on some skirts, and he reflects a bit on how they all got here. (It's a happy story) Title from September by Sparky Deathcap

Pairings: None! Platonic everyone (esp in irl fics_)

Read on AO3 (preferred place to read)

Word count: 2570

Warnings: None, except for surface-level references to the exile/prison arcs, but not much.

Other notes: I wrote this in a fit of madness last night in like three hours at 2 am, so i’ll probably edit it honestly but for now, enjoy! (If the CC’s ever display discomfort with this type of fic I will take it down)

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"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM, BOYS!" Tommy exclaims, rubbing his hands together as he starts rapid-fire answering questions about the stream, and the stream title from chat. It's funny, how over time, Tommy's come to see Chat as this one entity- an old friend. The nervousness of answering questions as a fifteen year old with nothing but a big personality, a twitch account and a copy of Minecraft is all but gone now, nineteen years old and happier than he's ever been.

Dreadfulzombie19: what are u doin this stream

"THANK YOU FOR ASKING, Dreadfulzombie19, today is gonna be a bit different, innit Tubbo?" Tommy raises his voice a bit at the end of his sentence, just loud enough for one of his flatmates to hear him. When Tubbo yells back an affirmative, Tommy turns back to his setup. Chat's gone a bit wild again, even though he, Tubbo and Ranboo have been living together for over a year now.

"Okay, okay, calm down chat- so recently I was at university, as usual right? And I had an eight AM class again, and… yeah I can see you all can relate."

"BUT! BUT! On my way back to the flat, I saw something really cool." Tommy hesitates in his speech to take a sip of coke again- his blood pressure's been acting up lately and watches Chat to wild again, asking him what he saw.

"Okay, so there was a shop- new place, which doesn't happen often this is fucking Brighton- and they sold skirts and dresses and stuff with adjustments for AMAB sizes!" Chat goes a bit bonkers, but Tommy's mod team- a little smaller than it used to be, now that he isn't the centre of YouTube or Twitch attention anymore, none of them are- are handling it, and pretty well.

"So I had to go, right? As many of you probably know, last year, I made the astounding discovery that gender-based stereotypes and expectations are, in fact, fake and I should not give a SHIT. And so I go in and look through the stuff- it's a really poggers shop by the way, and I find the perfect thing- it was the most poggers skirts and shit, okay? So, today's stream is going to have me wearing this pogchamp shit and wearing it right, with the help of…" Tommy ends his monologue by picking up the joke shaker-things that Phil had gotten him as a housewarming gift last year and indicates for his first two helpers to enter the office.

In walks his mother, face obscured from view as always, waving to the camera, and Wilbur, also wearing one of his only skirts for this occasion. Eret had taught him, on a phonecall in the skirt shop that week about the different types of skirts with a handy diagram. Wilbur's was a pleated circle skirt, brown to offset the bright yellow of his sweater and beanie, the same colour as his hair. It's very swoosh-y, so he's wearing black leggings with his regular shoes too. Motherinnit's also wearing her favourite skirt, a baby blue prairie skirt, Tommy thinks, and it's one he's seen fairly often.

Wilbur ducks down in order to show his face to Chat, and ruffles Tommy's hair while he's at it. Tommy's taller, but not by much, so Wilbur still fucking makes short jokes, That fucker.

Chat is now going so fast that he simply cannot read anything but some of the all caps messages and can barely make out some of the emotes.

"Okay, OKAY, CALM DOWN CHAT! WE HAVE TO GET TO FUCKING BUSINESS!" Tommy yells into the mix, like he did when he was sixteen and used the 'many people find me annoying at first' intro. Nowadays he just lets the content speak for itself. Anyone who wants to be here already is, by now.

Wilbur laughs a bit, and that hasn't changed at all. "Tommy, how is chat supposed to calm down if you're not calm?"

"I am their god!! They will obey via sheer digital willpower!" Tommy replies back, pretty zealously (What? An English Literature class is mandatory for his film degree, and The Great Gatsby by Zelda Fitzgerald is a good book, as are most of the other assigned ones. He's had entire conversations with Techno with just lit quotes and it drives everyone insane. Tommy loves it.) Chat seemingly has listened to his godlike abilities, with a few OG's spotting his half-quotation of one of Dream's last lines in the Dream SMP. The rest are spamming 'MOTHERINNIT'.

"If having a shitty magic trick book from a washed-up politician makes you a god, then what does that make me?" Wilbur replies, with one of Foolish's lines and swatting his hand at Tommy. Tommy swats back.

"Bitch" "Arsehole" "Shithead" "Fuckface" Wilbur finishes cheerily, as if this happens all the time. It does. Chat's used their antics now, four years of consistently making content together will do that for you.

Eventually Motherinnit reminds them both to get back on Topic, and Tommy goes back to facing the camera, addressing Chat directly.

"Today, my beloved mother, and my idiot brother-" "hey!" "And maybe my flatmates will be joining me to show off some cool as SHIT skirts! And a dress or two. We all have our selections, right?" Everyone nods in affirmative, even Tubbo and Ranboo. Though the camera can't see them. Ranboo's just come home from his final class, then. He should probably take the first hour back off, and judging by how Tubbo is forcefully judging Ranboo to the shower, he probably gets it. Tommy signs an affirmative to both of them, and gets back to the camera, where Wilbur's showing off all of his (very poggers) very stupid brown or yellow skirts. Tommy's are in cool colours, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah, Puffy just confirmed she'll be on stream! She'll be here in about twenty minutes, accounting for fucking traffic, and Niki' going to get onto VC after her own stream, what game is it this time?"

"GRIS." Wilbur answers.

"Poggers- she is the SHIT and will join us soon! So expect some QUALITY QUALITY content this stream!! Remember to not spam her chat to finish faster." Exclaims Tommy, even if it ends up as a light warning, as he picks up his own very poggers skirts from the extra armchair in his office to show the camera.

One is the classic red and white, mostly white but with bright red on the waist (elastic) and the bottom, and it reached to about Tommy's knee, if worn at the hip. It had no pleats, but the red bits were a very nice velvet texture, and while the skirt was heavy, it still had very much swoosh value, and pockets!! Big ones!! He slips the skirt on top of his jeans before entering camera view, the skirt visible in all its classic Tommyinnit glory, as he takes his place right next to Wilbur, who just took. a quick spin at the behest of several dono's., Skirt spying out from his lower shins all the way to his knee, making visible one of his (many) petticoats. ("What? It's cold all the fucking time here, Toms.") Tommy also makes a quick little spin, skirt flying outward, not upward, so it looks like he's hula hooping for a moment there. Lastly, Motherinnit spins around too, and while her skirts do not swoosh, she looks opulent, like she was about to go to waltz with the enemy, for whom she has a dagger in the back of her dress for. (He finished Anna Karenina and the Six of Crows duology within the same week and has not yet recovered. Jack Edwards is laughing at him as he thinks in his English Lit Graduate glory.)

It's fun, trying on different skirts- he and Wilbur accidentally bought the same dress at one point, which they paired up to wear, darting off into their respective changing rooms while giggling like idiots with their checkered blouses and the grindl skirts that Niki had sent over when she heard of this stream idea, laughing the whole time. Tubbo enters as dramatically as possible with Puffy, and while Tubbo looks really fucking good in his handkerchief skirt with embroidered bees and plain white shirt, it's Puffy who steals the show with an exact, real life version of her red banquet dress.

Fans from way back in the SMP, before Tommy had started branching out start going insane and are bringing back emotes Tommy wasn't sure were still available, but she is fucking stunning- deep shades of red and crimson, with slits on either side of her waist and all the detailing. She'd gotten the contact for her dressmaker through Bernadette Banner, Tommy recalls- she was so fucking cool when she streamed with him once, and gotten him to swear less and supplant those world's with bigger ones to intimidate instead. While he still curses like a sailor as part of his persona, it's less so and he does way less in real life these days, unless the situation calls for it. It's also just rude, especially in uni libraries, where he spends too much time these days wondering why he didn't read more as a kid.

Puffy's stolen his audience for a WHILE, and Niki coming on hasn't helped any, so Tommy exits camera view for a while to hug Ranboo really quickly- he's had midterms and has basically been dying all month.

Everyone on this stream- Tommy, Wilbur, Motherinnit, Tubbo, Puffy, Niki and Ranboo enter the camera frame after entering their dressing rooms for the last time on this particular stream, Puffy with full in-character wigs and makeup, Tommy in an Edwardian-Gothic reminiscent black and red dress, Ranboo in something he bought when he gap-yeared in Japan, punk lolita or something, Niki flaunting her pink in a Marie Antoinette style show of finery, Tubbo dressing in all green this time, something like a very deranged biology teacher who hasn't slept in days (Tubbo hasn't-Tommy has to get into that), Wilbur like a forest-nymph, all earthy tones and swishy fabrics and nature highlights, and finally Motherinnit, who hasn't changed but is here to take pictures as they all lean in together to fit into frame, as drastic as their height difference is. Niki is going to be edited in later, and everyone on the 'Dream SMP but nobody does Dream SMP and we're all fucking nerds' discord server is going to get a copy.

The stream wraps up there, after about two hours, and it's only about six in the evening- a far cry from the late nights and long hours from the beginning of Tommy's career, so everyone runs to their changing areas for the last time, into pajamas now, and packs away all of the clothes they wore, properly, as to not incense Karolina Zebrowska, and Jemma, Dan's wife, who would look at them disappointedly and nobody wants a sad Jemma because that means no cooing at their son. Also it just feels shitty.

Everyone huddles in Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo's living room, and they out on UP for like, the millionth fucking time (they still cry when Ellie dies), and Tommy is leaning into Wilbur's side and feeling his mum play with the hair in his very small, stubby ponytail he's developed by being in Uni as he and Tubbo intertwine their legs together and Ranboo rests his head in the tangle of limbs, playing with his fidget cube. Puffy stays on Wilbur's side, intently texting someone and smiling the whole while, and Tommy takes a moment to reflect (something he's been getting better at doing) on how the actual hell they all got here.

The Dream SMP was always going to end- everyone knew it, if course, they were the fucking writers. But by the time they did, not only were their respective brands too closely intertwined to just… sever that quickly, but they'd become too close to even want to. So the SMP discord never shut, even though Dream and George had planned it months ago, and they continued supporting each other with their interests. Wilbur made a lot more music solo, with his band and even just random ass streams where he practiced guitar for an hour. He kept playing Minecraft, but it wasn't his main focus. A bunch of people left. More stayed. YouTube left him alone.

Dream, George and Sapnap are still Minecraft streamers, but their YouTube channels are mostly blogs of them being poor excuses of adults with other former SMP members joining in sometimes. Tommy and the Dream Team were closer than ever, even though the seeds of their friendship had been sowed when they used to linger after heavy streams together, reassuring each other that none of that was true and that nothing like… that would happen in real life, because Dream had used real abuse tactics, and those still hurt unless immediately taken care of. So they were. It was a running joke that Dream was stuck at 99 million subscribers since nobody really wanted the face reveal anymore. The other Dream team members were doing peachy.

Phil and Techno were also still primarily Minecraft streamers, but they also released things like advice videos and mental health stuff, especially for relationships. They had a new scripted series where Tommy was a minor character. The dadza jokes were still as real, and yes, outside of streaming, both of them were lovely people and responsible adults (mostly). They collaborated with DanTDM and co a lot more now.

Puffy and Niki kept doing games, but did lots of different ones, testing point and clickers to triple A titles, and making it all fucking hilarious while they were at it.

So where had that left Tommy?

After the Dream SMP, he'd kind of had no idea what to do, and he was going to University for the first time, so he just… did whatever he thought would be fun. He learned about vintage fashion from the queens themselves- Mina Le, Bernadette Banner and Karolina Zebrowska and had fun learning how to sew for the first time, fixing and making his own clothes for the first time, clunky as they were, Wilbur had cried, genuinely, when he saw the Lovejoy shirts that Tommy had made for the band. He'd found a genuine love for literature in university, so Tommy started talking to booktubers and studytubers like Jack Edwards and Noelle Stevenson. Tubbo and Ranboo had joined him, fucking around in any YouTube niche they found even remotely interesting. Eventually, they all found a happy medium- a bit of everything.

Some people obviously weren't happy with that but Tommy was happy as he was, making what he liked with his best friend's, living together close enough to most of their friends (family) to have fun and drop in on one another at ass-o-clock in the morning to comfort, to laugh. His sub count hasn't gone up in a while- most of his audience is static, with about 80-90k online on a stream at any time.p

It was a nice feeling, to have carved out a space for himself and the people he loves, and be is so, so glad that he got this chance.

Looking at his mostly asleep family, Tommy thinks 'yeah. Life is good.' as the last thought before he sleeps.

[bibliothesoph]

How about a first prince flower shop AU? Alex and Henry own flower shops on the same street and have a competition on whose shop is the best.

the war of the roses

Alex knows that he’s hot––he uses it to his advantage. If there’s a hot guy or girl that walks in, all he has to do is bat his eyes and, like magic, they buy something. Sometimes, if they’re especially beautiful, he gives them a free flower––usually a white camellia if he’s got them in stock. It does wonders for the business, really, so June never says anything about the free flowers. They’ve got a good system going, the two of them. He’s the face of the shop. He greets customers, answers any questions they might have, and checks them out (both literally and metaphorically). June’s the one who usually does the arrangements because she’s better with the whole color thing, but Alex is the one who knows the meaning of each flower like the back of his hand. When they do specials for what they like to call “The Power of the Flower,” he picks out the flowers with the important meanings and June decides which ones actually look good together.

Since it’s the first few weeks of summer, one of their “The Power of the Flower” specials is happening right now as a way to welcome in the new season and the warmth and happiness that comes with it. Usually, in the summertime, most of the arrangements they get are for happier feelings like love or excitement or, on occasion, a proposal. They get a few requests for some really great “fuck you” arrangements that Alex always enjoys because of the irony––why send flowers, even mean ones, to someone you supposedly hate? The idea is ridiculous and he loves it.

Historically, they’ve been the only flower shop in this area. It’s a hipster sort of place and, since all of their flowers are pretty local and sustainably farmed or whatever, people flock here to get succulents and arrangements. They’ve made bank here for the past three years until The Incident, that is.

Alex refuses to actually say the name of it out loud because it makes his blood boil. That fucking blond-haired dude and his friend (well, the friend seems okay) and their fucking flower shop. Like, when someone opens up a business, Alex thinks they should probably scope out the area first to make sure there aren’t any competitors in the area or something. That seems like the smart thing to do. But this bastard with blue eyes and a perfect fucking smile came in and set up shop directly across the street from his own flower shop. And he knows that the Green House has loyal customers like Ted and Ginger and Simon. And he knows that they’ve been here longer and therefore are generally the first place to pop into people’s minds when they want flowers, but since the other store is directly across the street, it steals customers away sometimes.

Like today, for example.

And the worst part is that Alex can see that smug bastard’s pretty face while he’s stabbing Alex in the fucking back. Whenever Alex looks out the window to see how things are going across the street, the blond guy is always there with an evil, smug smile and a sarcastic wave. Like this is all some fucking joke to him.

Well, Alex isn’t having it anymore. Not during The Power of the Flower time.

“June,” he groans from the front desk. The place is empty, save for the two of them.

She pops her head out from the back area where she makes the arrangements. “Please don’t tell me you’re staring at Henry again.”

His face contorts. “Who the fuck is Henry?”

She rolls her eyes and comes over to him, wrapping her arms around him to calm him. “The guy from the V&A. The one you keep staring at.”

Alex huffs. “He started it. Anyway, we need a plan of attack. He’s stealing our customers!”

“He’s not––”

“He’s stealing them, June. Along with my fucking sanity.”

June sighs and looks out the window, waving at Henry. “He seems perfectly nice. I know his partner, Pez, is a nice guy. I walked in a––”

Alex gasps in horror. “You went in? Judas!”

“I just went in to see how they were running things,” June explains. “And they serve tea, you know. They make it themselves.”

Alex growls and slams his fist against the counter. “Unbelievable. Well, that fucking settles it.”

He stomps off and into the backroom to collect his thoughts with June close at his heels.

“What are you doing?”

“Figuring out a plan of attack,” he explains, pulling out a pen and paper. “We need to up our game, Bug. We can’t let them win.”

“It’s not a competition!”

“It is now.”

He decides to bravely and calmly storm across the street to check out the competition, just to see what they have going on. As soon as he opens the door, a bell rings to announce his entrance. When he steps into the place with steam practically coming out of his ears, a guy that is not the blond one––so Pez, probably––greets him with a smile. He’s wearing flowy pants and, more importantly, a fucking V&A shirt that looks hand-stitched. He’s even got little flowers painted on his cheeks and a flower crown on his head.

“Hi,” he beams at Alex. He’s British, it seems. “Welcome to the V&A! My name’s Pez, so just give me a shout if you need anything, okay, darling?”

Alex fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m not a customer, actually,” he huffs, folding his arms across his chest.

“Oh? Are you here for me then?” Pez asks, batting his eyes and smiling.

“I’m here to speak to the owner. Blond? Bland?”

Pez raises an eyebrow at him. “Henry?”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Can I talk to him please?”

“If the issue is that he never called you back, I––”

“He’s not a suitor, Pez,” another voice says from behind Alex. Alex turns and sees, in all his fucking glory, Henry. He’s wearing the same shirt Pez is wearing but neatly tucked into a pair of snug jeans. His hair looks fucking perfect somehow, and he’s carrying a tray of what looks like baked goods. “In fact, I think he might think us enemies.”

“No shit,” Alex huffs. “You’re stealing my customers!”

Henry rolls his eyes but he’s smiling like this is all hilarious. “Oh, am I?”

Alex is fucking fuming. “Yeah! You knew we were right across the street. Literally. I can actually fucking see your smug face when I’m working and I hate it.”

Henry sighs and moves past him.

Their shoulders knock together.

Alex follows Henry and watches as he sets the tray down on the old, wooden counter. He starts taking the treats off the tray and carefully moves them to some sort of ornate platter.

“You serve food now, too?” Alex asks.

“Not always,” Henry explains, “only when I bake. I feel that it adds a special something to the experience, you know?”

Alex is practically seething. “Okay, well, I just wanted to come over here to say fuck you, fuck your stupid store, and fuck your fucking pastries.”

Henry raises his fucking perfectly manicured eyebrows in surprise. “I hardly think that seems appropriate. We’re not enemies, Alex. We just both happen to own stores on the same street.”

Alex shakes his head so violently that it hurts a little bit. “No, no, no. You opened this store up directly across the street from mine. And you made it the exact same kind of store. What the fuck is wrong with you? Seriously, man? It’s not cool. Okay, also, how the fuck did you know my name?”

Henry has the fucking audacity to touch Alex’s chest. Alex opens his mouth to say something but Henry beats him to it.

“Nametag,” he says with a smug smile. Alex looks down and sees that, sure enough, Henry is poking the name tag on his apron.

Alex slaps Henry’s hand away. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Coming here, doing your fucking––whatever the fuck you’re doing––and messing with my business? I’ll make you regret you ever touched a flower, okay?”

Before Henry has the chance to respond, Alex stomps out of the shop. In his rage, he fumbles to get the door open. Pez helps him out and opens it for him so he can continue to rage-stomp out of the stupid fucking shop and away from Henry’s stupid fucking face.

So Alex does what he does best: he makes a list.

Things the V&A does that we don’t do:

1. Tea (fucking homemade tea. Those fuckers)

2. Flowers based on your personality

3. Free baked goods for some fucking reason

4. Terrariums

He wonders, vacantly, if they’re even a real fucking flower shop. With the amount of random drinks and foods that seem to float through their shop, Alex thinks they might be more of a fucking general store or café. But, since he’s determined to beat them, he’ll play along. He can’t bake for shit, but he gets the fixings for coffee––including fucking organic flavor syrup. June helps him set up some little spiritual packages––little kits including crystals and special plants for different purposes. He’ll be damned if he lets the people from across the street steal their customers.

A day after they implement the little spiritual kits, he finds a package outside the door as he’s coming in for the day. Curious, he picks it up and takes it inside. They never get packages here––only deliveries from farmers who come in and make the drop off in person. He takes it inside and places it on the desk, staring at it for a moment before he decides that, even though the only thing written on it is his name, he’s going to open it.

Inside is a collection of assorted items. There are some pink scones, some packages of loose leaf tea, and a bundle of chamomiles. The chamomiles are really what set Alex off and make him know exactly who fucking gave this to him.

Chamomiles. Patience in adversity.

Alex is going to kill him.

He stomps into the V&A for the second time and marches right up to Henry who’s behind the desk, seemingly setting the register up for the day.

Henry looks surprised to see him which only makes Alex even more pissed off. “We’re not open yet,” Henry tells him, sounding bored. “But we’ll be open in thirty minutes if you’d like to come back then.”

Alex slams his fist onto the counter. In his hand is a bouquet of assorted flowers––crab blossoms, petunias, red dahlias, and rhododendrons. The bouquet is, most simply, an “I hate you” and “go fuck yourself” arrangement. The colors might not work well together, but Alex is so beyond caring at this point.

Henry eyes the flowers for a moment, probably trying to recognize and place them each in his mind. For some reason, the angry flowers make him smile. “Are these for me?”

“Obviously,” Alex huffs, releasing his hold of them and taking a step back.

Henry picks them up and looks at them for a moment. “And you made this?”

Alex nods, not really sure what’s going on here.

Henry sighs. “Well, if you’d ever like lessons on how to make a proper arrangement, please let me know.”

Alex glares at him. His heart feels like it’s thumping in his fucking ears. “What.”

“We offer workshops, you know. We get some nice wine and teach people how to put flowers together properly. Given what I see here, you lack the proper eye for this sort of thing. While I understand the intent, I have to say that I’m a bit disappointed with the execution of it. Since you own your own shop, I would have expected something…better, I suppose. It’s no wonder you think we’re stealing your customers––they must just be appalled by your work.”

Alex grits his teeth and gets close to Henry, staring him down. “Go fuck yourself,” he seethes.

He rushes out again, furious. He needs a better plan––something that will make this all go away. He needs a plan that will make Henry run for the fucking hills.

June helps him make it, though she seems hesitant. It takes about a day of looking through flower meanings and consulting with June to get it done, but when it’s done, it’s fucking perfect. It’s a large, obnoxious arrangement filled with hate flowers and plants that he hopes will make Henry really get the message. It’s beautiful but vile and Alex has never been more satisfied with his work. He leaves the arrangement outside the doors of the V&A before he goes home for the day, excited to see what Henry’s reaction will be the next morning.

When he’s on his way to work the next morning––running a bit late––he gets a call from June. He picks up, hoping it’s not something bad. He might slap himself if he forgot to lock up again.

“You took it too far,” she tells him.

He stops walking. “What?”

It sounds almost like she’s crying. Or, at least, someone’s crying. “The thing with Henry,” she explains. “I get the arrangement, okay? It’s all in good fun. But doing that to his store…”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alex says truthfully.

He rounds the corner onto the street where his shop is and sees it almost immediately. Out front is his arrangement, right where he left it, but it’s surrounded by broken glass. The sign for Henry’s shop has been painted over in slurs. What looks like a rock or a brick has been thrown through the window. He can’t stop staring at it––staring at the terrible words that someone’s written about Henry on the sign. He hangs up on June and rushes inside the Green House, finding Henry and Pez there, too. It looks like June has given them both blankets and some of that tea they sent over a few days ago. And they do not look happy to see Alex.

“Alex,” June says, pulling him aside as soon as he enters, “why would you do that?”

“Bug, I swear,” he says, “it wasn’t me, okay? I––I would never write that kind of stuff, you know that. I didn’t even know he was gay.”

She sighs and rubs her eyes. “Look, they think you’re the one that did it. You shouldn’t be here, okay? Even if it’s not your fault, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Just…go home, okay?”

The look she shoots him seems final so Alex leaves. He doesn’t want to make this any worse for Henry but…he feels terrible. Even though he’s not the one that did it, he still feels like shit about it. So he doesn’t sleep that night, instead, he's trying to figure out what he can do to help.

He doesn’t know why he’s so worried about Henry. It makes no sense for him to be this upset about Henry because, as he’s told Henry to his face, he hates him. He hates Henry’s stupid face and his hair and his fucking cute shop. Maybe what he hates most, though, is that he can’t stop fucking thinking about him. It’s ridiculous how much Henry has filled his mind lately. Henry, even as an enemy, is all he’s been able to think about since this whole thing started. And it’s driving him insane and he feels like he’s drowning because Henry’s upset and there’s not a single fucking thing he can do about it.

But he can try.

When he comes in the next morning, Henry is still there. He’s sitting in the backroom and looking blankly at the wall like there’s something really interesting there. Alex sighs and sits down next to him. Henry visibly stiffens.

“Hey,” Alex says.

Henry scoffs. “‘Hey?’ Is that all you have to say to me?”

Nervous, Alex fiddles with his fingers. “No. I mean…I don’t even know what to say."

“I think you’ve said enough,” Henry says. “I wasn’t trying to steal your customers and, even if I was and even if you hated me for it, that’s no reason for you to…you wrote awful things. Vile things, Alex. Things that no one should ever have to hear.”

“I didn’t do that to your shop,” Alex explains. “I swear. But I’m still sorry. And I…for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you at all.”

This makes Henry look over at him, obviously confused. “I thought––”

“Yeah,” Alex chuckles. “Me too, honestly. But I––you can hate me forever if you want. And I’m really fucking sorry that happened to your store because you don’t deserve it, but I want to help.”

He pulls an envelope out of his pocket. Henry takes it with shaking hands and opens it to reveal, first, a white tulip, then a wad of cash. “Alex…”

“The white tulip means new beginnings,” Alex explains, just in case Henry doesn’t already know. “And the money is for whatever you want. Awning, a window, whatever.”

“Love,” Henry whispers.

Alex raises an eyebrow. “What?”

Henry looks over at him with big red eyes. “The white tulip,” he says, swallowing a lump in his throat, “also means love. It’s…it’s romantic.”

Alex feels his face turn bright red. He rubs the back of his neck. “Like I said,” he whispers, staring into Henry’s eyes. “I don’t hate you.”

Henry’s lips tug up in the corners for a moment before he moves forward, closing the distance between them. Henry’s lips are soft on his own and Alex can’t help but melt into it. His hands instantly find their way to Henry’s hair which is softer than he imagined it to be. Henry’s free hand wraps around Alex’s waist, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss. The whole thing is making Alex feel like he’s being set on fire in the best way possible.

They pull back for a moment, staring at each other. Alex takes Henry’s face in his hands, rubbing his jaw with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry about your store.”

“It’s alright. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know but…we’ll fix it, okay? Together.”

Henry stares at him for a moment, those blue eyes making Alex’s body tingle. “You mean that?”

Alex nods and kisses him quickly again. “‘Course I do. I know we made good enemies but I’ve got a feeling that we’ll make even better partners.”

A week later, Henry’s store is fixed and in full swing again. On his way to work, Alex stops by just to see how Henry’s doing. When he walks in, Henry puts down the arrangement he’s working on and rushes over, wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him.

“Good morning, love,” Henry beams in the small space between their lips.

Alex smiles and kisses him again. “Morning, handsome. How goes the store?”

“Fantastic, actually. We’re getting more customers than ever, thanks to you.”

Alex rolls his eyes and shoves him playfully. “It’s not all because of me,” he argues. “I think you underestimate the power of your pretty face.”

Henry smiles again and kisses him once more.

The two stores may still be across the street from each other, but you’d have no idea they were once owned by two sets of different people. Marking the space between them is a road of chalk-drawn flowers, inviting you to step inside either one. If you go into the Green House, you’ll find flowers for every occasion and a variety of healing crystals and succulents. If you go into the V&A, you’ll find sweet treats, delicious beverages, and, their newest edition, little dogs made of wire and covered in flowers available for purchase.

Even though two of the owners, the blond one and the short one with a mess of curls, work in different shops, you can see the way they look at each other through the glass––lovesick smiles on both of their faces.

Yeah, Alex thinks he might ask June if he can switch with Pez soon.

[bucksbisexual]

okay since im rewatching 2gether, might as well make my reaction public lol

tine trying to be a supportive boyfriend by asking wat if something is troublig and wat’s himbo self being like “nah fam im good” god i love this dumbass

also tine not knowing how to talk about his feelings is so relatable help

honestly i would’ve LOVED to see sarawat at least one (1) question

tine’s smile while wat drinks..... Sir I Am In Love With You

also his blush..... Sir I Am More In Love With You Than I Was Before

“is the lyric about smile or happiness?” “don’t cheat” wat saw through his bullshit right there KSJFHKS

i wonder what’s in those glasses because it doesn’t quite look like coke but it obviously isn’t beer,,,,

ohhhhh “a friend from high school” ... explains tine’s reaction we see in the teaser when he introduces pam as his highschool friend

also explains why tine thought sarawat made that video for her instead of him. wat is in his high school clothes and tine probably thought it was before he saw him (when in fact it was probably recorded the same day lmao sarawat hopeless romantic)

tine: one more game! [spins the coin and supposedly falls on heads] wat!

sarawat: no one can talk to me if i fall asleep

i’m trying not to look at bright’s jiggly butt why is ass so fat fOR

it doesnt add the points here if i dont write something else so intro time yeet

yknow what . we need more earn and more pear in these two last episodes . i need my wlw rep and i need it Now

“personal space is important even for couples” still cant believe man was the owner of their braincell in this scene

tine giving all of type’s info away to wat so wat can give it to man who tine knows will use to pester him until he becomes his boyfriend...... say it with me: tine mantype shipper

“how did you know?” “i prayed to god” literally the funniest part ever

manboss: im not going good luck wat: you’re so full of bullshit

GREEN <3

i will just say that pink is tine’s best colour. i need him in every soft pink thing u can find. it accentuates his skin colour so perfectly and we are Here for it honeyyyy

MIL SHUT THE FUCKUP

sarawat being a savage (rachet booty nasty) we stan

bro get over him oh my god he’s taken and happy with wat LEAVEEEEEE

and man pestering type begins Now ksjfh

i’m like 100000000% sure that the only thing in that whole backpack is a pencil and half of an eraser

im also sure type saw him buy the book since u literally can see him from where man and that girl are and

hold up the waiter looks like a guy from whyru,,,,,,,,,,

i need someone to write a fic about tine being an astronomy lover and wat falling in love with him because of the joy in his eyes when he talks about the stars and interesting facts about the universe and new discoveries of galaxies and other things that wat doesnt really care about but he listens to either way because he’s too in love to shut off his brain

okay back to the episode sorry i just really had to say this

wat really said “don’t take advantage of me when i’m sleeping” when they haven’t even kissed.......... no words, completely speechless

tine probably thought he was being real sneaky right there lmao boy he fell asleep 2 seconds ago

god green really appears for 2 seconds and yet he steals the show KSFJHKFJFS he really was about to beat the person in front of him’s ass for not walking faster im crying i love him

BITCH SHUT UP AND LEAVE THEM ALONE STOP TRYING TO BE A HOMEWRECKER

wat looks so offended by his offer it’s so funny jhfksjhgj still MIL GET THE FUCK OUT

them running around is so funny when u know they had to do that like 20 times and were tired as fuck KSJFHKSHFS

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER i love u

omg the bracelet truly isnt there at the start of the scene :-(

“nuisance tree” lemme just cry a bit

the music stopping here......... they truly played with our feelings there huh

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 2

the reactions are so kdrama outro i cant breathe KJHFJSFKJS

GET THE FUCK OUTTTTTTTTTTT

“well, you left him” IM GOING TO STEP ON YOU

bracelet where r u :-(

“it was here a second ago” it wasn’t im an obsessed bitch and noticed just as the scene there started

he looks so worried:-( tine baby

“i can make you a new one” “but i want the old one” why do i feel like that has more than one meaning,,,

half of the times wat touches tine’s head his hands are dirty as fuck lmaoooooo

is- is someone wearing a marihuana dress??????

manbosss again and he has a book

type is the teepakorn brother that can lie and will lie meanwhile tine can’t lie for a living

I LOVE THIS GUY GIVE ME HIS SELF CONFIDENCE

dim really made up a whole spirit just for wat to be with tine lmao i cant breathe (unless the pine tree spirit is an actual thing and he just used it for this specific thing lmao)

“that senior is me” “and who did you go with?” “that was a long time ago” “it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me” “green, drop it!” i love them KSFJHFSJHF

green and wats faces i cant bREATHE these are the faces of people who know this is all fake

BRO WAT WASNT EVEN THAT SLICK WITH THE PAPER IN HIS HAND SJKHSFHHKFS

my guess is that he had two papers that were the same number just incase they didnt get the same number but then somehow mf MIL had to come in and ruin it

i dont know who chose to make bright wear this much brown but it honestly fits him so well

coffee for his soon to be boyfie

man: loving u is kind of bothering? type: o_o man

he’s still reading the book kjshfsf WAIT HES SO CUTE

“you gotta miss me if i don’t show up one day” “just back off. i’m leaving. do not follow me. give me some time to miss you” okay tsundere ass bitch

type’s so rich he’d rather spend money on getting his tire fixed than get it fixed by man for free i hate rich people

he’s also too rich to care to check if his doors were locked i-

“for me?” “do you see anyone else?” bitch ass tsundere

type: smiles, realises he just did that, eyes cutely go o_o

type looks so cute in that scene for no reason im going to eat ur cheeks if u dont stop being a cutie

aaaaaand of course theyre not paired up

dude of course he is youre creepy and also trying to break his relationship apart only because u dont have the decency to see that you dont have a place in his heart whatsoever

dim honey........ jskhsjf

tine’s hair....... PLEASE I NEED TO TOUCH IT IT LOOKS SO FLUFFY

“the spirit doesnt like it when you pray with your eyes opened” did literally no one notice how nonsense that was? KSFJHSJ

GREEN U SCARED THE BABY WHY WOULD U DRESS LIKE THAT

he looks so cute im gonna cry like actually cry

weak ass blankets they gave them i swear

if u cuddled then u wouldnt have been cold but noooooo ur big puppy boyfriend has trust issues

baby:-((((((((((( i will cover u with a blanket and give u lots of kithes and hugs

tine having his phone die at an important moment and also having no sense of direction whatsoever is so relatable lmaooooo

thank god for the rain because otherwise sarawat wouldnt have ran the way tine actually went lmao i wouldve beaten dims ass if mil was the one who found him

this scene hurts so much:-(( his throwing the grass like that in complete defeat??????? the flashback to him saying that bad things seem to happen to them lately makes my heart break

the soft touches:-((((( please im gonna Cry

dnotsaysorrydontsaysorrydonsaysorrydontsayHE SAID SORRY FFS

baby :’((((((

“i prayed for something but i havent redeemed that prayer yet” “what did you ask for?” “it’s if i got to see you again, i would show you the video i made. it’s the song your smile you are so curious about” BITCHHHHHHHHH

HES GONNA SHOW ITTTTTT YES I LOVE HOPELESS ROMANTIC HIGHSCHOOLER SARAWAT

he’s all shy i cant breathe he cant even look at the screen skjfhksh

oh so it was on the same day sksjhj forgot about that

I CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

tine is all blushy im gonna sob i love these two

im trying not to scream and tines reaction to wat telling him he went to every scrubb concert just to look for him

ITS NOT GONNA GET STUCK ON THE VIDEO BABY HE WILL LIKE U BACK IN A YEAR!!!!!!

“i like you” “yeah. i know. i like you too” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM LITERALLY REWATCHINNG BUT I STILL JUST SCREECHED AT THAT I LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

their smiles after he said it tho.......... my heart hURTS

wat: the wish only drew us to cross paths again. us being together is because of something else, tine: what then? wat: shout out to my homies for being there for me since day one i love u bros

THE FLASHBACK AAAAAAAA I FOUND HIM YES U DID BABYYYYYY

boss’s whistle after he tells them that he only said he would kiss him until he dropped lmaoooooo

“his name is tine. [with the softest voice ever] what a cute name”

manboss looking at each other like this bitch is so gone for this random dude but we’re gonna support him because we’re the only friends he has

wat was probably wishing the pool had water in it so he could throw both of them into it at that moment KJSFHJSFHF

“he’s the one i like” “shiiiiiit” same dim, same

fan dee nAAAAAA

his ass was so gone he was gonna make his ig username lovetine i literally cant believe him

boss having the braincell in this scene i love it

“but earn has a boyfriend” LIES. SO MANY LIES. ITS A GIRL. SHES A WHOLE LESBIAN.

boss once again being the owner of the braincell...... im starting to think he owns it half of the time

“you get it now? us being together is not a coincidence. it’s because of us” WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 3

wait,,,,, tine’s little head tilt,,,,,,, SIR I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

the stars!!!!!!!!! theyre there!!!!!!

“i think nothing bad is going to happen anymore” honey you got a big storm coming

it ended :’(((((( my beautiful boys i love this episode and drama so much i swear

lets watch the next episode teaser

i dont think tine is gonna lsiten to pam saying that but if he does,,, baby pls dont overthink okay he loves u and wont leave u for anyone in the world

phukong dont come back to him he knows that u like him and will play with ur feelings

type is gonna have to choose between im guessing either a boy interested in him from work or man and im gonna vote for him going with man lets hope i win

WHAT IS WRNOG WITH U BRO GET OUT HES HIS BOYFRIEND OF COURSE HES GOING TO CARE AND WORRY YOURE JSUT A CREEP FOLLOWING HIM AROUND HOPING THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP ENDS SO U CAN SNEAK IN UGH

“is pam your first love?” WHY DID U END THE TEASER THERE AAAAAAA BITCH

im so glad that the episode comes out today because i Need to know more

okay thats it if anyone read all of this first of all sorry kjshkfj and second of all thank u ,, u didnt have to but u did and ily for that okay bye

[rchtoziers]

5 or 16 or 22 or 69 for richie and eddie lol

16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?” AND 69. (eyoo) “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.” because i’m extra? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ? 

ALSO DID U KNOW. ILY. ANYWAY ENJOY

*

“Do you wish things had happened differently?” Eddie asks, under his breath and in such a rush that Richie’s half-certain that he imagined it. But no, Eddie’s cheeks are definitely a little pink and he won’t meet Richie’s eye, which means he just said something that he’s a little bit embarrassed about.

“What do you mean?” Richie asks. “Do you wish we had killed an alien murder clown a different way?”

Eddie scowls. “That’s not what I fucking meant and you know it, Rich.”

Richie picks at a loose thread from his shirt. “I think it’s too fucking depressing to think about, Eds, Christ,” Richie admits. “Like. Fuck. Of course I wish things had happened differently. Could’a spared myself a lot of heartache if I’d kept you fuckers in my life. But would I do it differently if I couldn’t guarantee that we’d all end up here, today, together, alive? Fuck no. You know?”

Eddie’s frowning when Richie looks up at him. “Crazily enough, I think I get what you mean. It’s been shit without you guys, but unless I knew that we’d all still end up together right now... I don’t know. Maybe it was supposed to happen like this. Fuck.”

Richie pokes at Eddie’s cheek. “Just know I would have never willingly left your cute, cute face, Eddie Spaghetti. If I’d remembered you, I would have stuck by your side and never stopped annoying you.”

“I think I would have been okay with that,” Eddie admits. His cheeks go crimson. He hadn’t even tried to slap Richie’s hand away.

Richie’s mouth drops open.

“Don’t fucking tell anyone I said that, ever, okay?” Eddie snaps. He covers his face with his hands.

“Eddie, I think you just confessed your undying love for me,” Richie says seriously. “You just willingly admitted out loud that you would have been okay with me annoying you every day for your entire life. Is this love? True love? Are we soulmates? Does this mean we get to ride off into the sunset and buy a beach house and fill it with plants and steal someone’s dog to make our beach house feel more full?”

“What the fuck-why wouldn’t we just rescue a dog, dipshit?”

“Is stealing the dog not part of the rescue? I thought that’s what it was.”

“We are not going to steal someone’s dog!”

Richie throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Sheesh, everyone’s a critic. I’m sorry I don’t know all the semantics of what comes next after an undying love confession. Fine, I guess we can buy a dog for our big gay love beach house, does that make you happy, you fucking weirdo? ”

“I love you,” Eddie says suddenly, seriously. He’s looking right at Richie and he doesn’t even hesitate. “What I said before, that wasn’t my big confession, but it might as well be. Because I do. I love you. So much that yes, RIchie, I would let you annoy me every fucking day for my entire life. So much I’d let you do it now going forward, if you wanted to.”

“What the fuck,” Richie breathes.

Eddie cracks a smile. “Is this what it takes to render you speechless? Fuck, I should have known!”

“What the fuck,” Richie repeats, empathetically. “You love me?”

“Excessively,” Eddie says with a nod.

Richie blinks. “We, like, just remembered each other four whole days ago. It took you four days to fall in love with me?”

“It took me one goddamn second when we were, like, six, you idiot, and twenty-seven years of missing you,” Eddie says impatiently. “Are you going to say it back, or am I just gonna look like an idiot for the rest of the night?”

Richie leans forward and kisses him.

Eddie’s fingers thread in Richie’s hair, keeping him close. For all his impatience and abrasiveness, Eddie kisses like he’s got all the time in the world. Richie presses his fingers against Eddie’s jawline and tilts his head up, just a bit. Eddie’s grin breaks the kiss.

“Since we were, like, six!” Richie shouts, after he’s finally taken a good breath. “Well fuck, Eduardo, ask me that fucking question again.”

Eddie’s laugh tickles Richie’s mouth. He’s still close enough that Richie could lean forward and kiss him, again, so Richie does.

Eddie’s still laughing when he pulls away again. “Are you going to say it back?” he repeats.

“Not that question!”

“What fucking question?”

“Eddie.”

Eddie kisses him, once, twice, three times briefly. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”

Richie twines his fingers into Eddie’s hair, angling his face up. Eddie closes his eyes. “If it meant I could have spent twenty-seven years getting to love you, then fuck yes. Yeah, I wish it could have gone this way for us.”

“You’re so fucking dumb,” Eddie sighs.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to settle for twenty-seven years of me loving you going forward,” Richie says. “Think you can handle that?”

“I hate you,” Eddie says, but he grabs a fistful of Richie’s shirt and pulls him down and Richie thinks, quite certainly, when Eddie kisses him again and again, that Eddie loves him more than any person loves anyone.

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Sword (&Shield): Part VI

Okay, it’s been several months since my last update with Sword & Shield.

Mostly because as soon as you finish the main story and the side-quest with Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Balls, what else is there? Just fill up the Pokedex and have a go at the Battle Tower.

I just took some time to go through the Shield game (since Sword is kinda my main game this time around).

I would just like to say, Allister is the cutest little fella.

Maybe it’s because of the episode of Pokemon Twilight Wings that just aired a few hours ago here, but Allister is such a sweetie.

And of course we have Thick-Chick Mama, Melony.

I knew going through her gym was going to be a pain in the rectum, just like Gordie’s. I was right. Her gym is on par with Wallace’s gym in Ruby & Sapphire.

But thanks to some Youtube videos, I managed to avoid falling through the ice pitfalls.

Sorry, she set me up for this joke.

Then in January, we got a taste of what to look forward to when the Isle of Armor expansion hit.

Like catching the odd-looking Slowpoke and meeting new rivals like Klara and Avery.

And I could tell then and there that Klara was one of those psycho, pink-haired bitches and Avery was Robert’s psychic cousin. Will that theory let up once the expansion hit? Let me think about that while I chow down on some Slowpoke Tail curry.

Itadakimasu!

Then a month passed and we were introduced to Pokemon HOME and Professor Oak’s other relative from some weird timeline where Macho Man Randy Savage and Jiraiya did the fusion dance and merged into the Grand Oak here.

A place where you can transfer all the pokemon you’ve caught throughout the years and STILL not transfer them to Sword and Shield.

And then Animal Crossing came out and we forgot about Pokemon’s existence.

Three months later and here we are!

At your arrival, you get an update to your Pokedex.

Don’t get too excited. We get SOME old pokemon added. Not all. Just some.

It’s nice that pokemon like Poliwag and Bulbasaur aren’t illegal in Galar anymore. But um...Ampharos? Dragonite? FRIGGIN’ BLAZIKEN?!

Whatever, take your time, dudes!

After the upgrade, you are met by Klara (in Sword). In a mistaken identity story line, she mistakes you for some other wank for joining the dojo nearby.

You battle her (or Avery in Shield). You wallop her.

OH, YUP! YUP! Look at that! Crazy bitch alert!

Anyways, this rival will try by any means to keep you away from the dojo by enticing you with a style card (which gives you exclusive hairdos and clothes).

But because I like to move this story along, I’m gonna go to the dojo.

Up yours, skank.

The dojo is headed up by an old fella named Mustard. And you’re met up with Mustard’s dotting wife...

I am not kidding.

His wife is named Honey.

And she’s a MILF.

Like I give a fuck about you, Yuno Gasai-Lite. Sheesh, maybe Avery isn’t this much of a cunt like Klara.

Oh, go shove a bent spoon up your ass, you watered-down looking Alucard, mother fucker.

Oh and if you’re wondering, I actually hate Bede, Sordward and Shielbert more than these two. I just feel like being mean since Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Balls aren’t around for me to poke fun at anymore.

Once inside, you’ll meet the master of the dojo, Mustard. He gives you a uniform and then we get down to the three tasks.

Task one:

Catch three speedy Slowpokes.

They took Avery/Klara’s dojo uniform and it’s up to you to catch them.

Just don’t expect a thank you from the Slutty Succubus of the South.

Task Two:

Find the Max Mushrooms.

These babies are the key to unlocking certain pokemon’s potential in Dynamaxing. So in case you keep getting your ass kicked by these special pokemon at raid dens, here’s your chance at getting the Gigantamax pokemon.

So after going through this twisted forest and nearly going insane by getting lost, I’m not about to have this little tramp steal my findings.

After you beat Klara/Avery in a battle again, you get the Max Mushrooms. But they come back with the mushrooms too and insist on cooking them instead of the ones you found.

For once, you did me a favor. I can use this for my Cinderace.

Task Three:

Fight Klara/Avery.

Now this might be a little tricky. Because at the beginning of the battle, Klara and Avery do something sneaky.

Before you could start, Klara sets up Toxic Spikes, causing immediate poisoning for your pokemon. At least Avery only had mist surrounding the battlefield. This bitch intentionally poisons your pokemon.

Just use a Steel type when going up against Klara.

After these three tasks, you get the secret armor of the dojo.

Kubfu.

You will get a Kubfu from Mustard. But that’s not all folks!

While you’re on the Isle, you are now able to have the first pokemon on your roster walk around with you.

Good that you bond with the Kubfu before you go to the next part. Also, all of those XP candies you earn in Max Raid Dens are going to be your best friend.

Okay, time to do what I love to do in Pokemon games.

FUCK YEAH! MISSY GETS TO TRAVEL BESIDE ME!

Anyways, once you bond with Kubfu and you’re the best of friends and train Kubfu to a decent level, then it’s time to take on the Tower of Water or Tower of Darkness.

You can only choose one. If you choose water, Kubfu will evolve into a part water type. And if you choose darkness, Kubfu will evolve into a part dark type. And the tower you do not choose will be closed off to you forever.

You’ll fight a few trainers with one pokemon each. Suggestion is to have your Kubfu past level 70 and know moves like Aerial Ace, Zen Headbutt, and/or Thunderpunch.

At the top of the tower, you are challenged by Mustard. And once you defeat him, you can evolve Kubfu.

By staring at a wall scroll.

I’ve seen stranger ways of evolving a pokemon. I’ll just sit back and accept it for what it is.

After this part, there’s a baby side-quest you have to go through in order to have this fella take part in the Dynamax process.

Apparently, this pokemon is picky about his food. But some Max Honey will make the Max Mushroom soup taste pleasant.

And that’s when Hau 2.0 comes in! And once again, we go through a three-tasked mission in order to get some Max Honey.

Task One:

Reunite a mother Lilligant with it’s baby Petlil.

Back to that twisted-ass forest again.

Some friendly advice, don’t use your bike to get back to Hop when you find Lilligant. Lilligant will get lost and just go back to where it originally was. Just walk.

Task Two:

Chase an Applin.

Task Three:

Go to the special tree.

Hop will tell you to shake it to get the attention of a Vespiquen.

...

ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE HOP?! It is 2020, the worst year on the record. I am not about to be stung by Pokemon’s answer to the fucking murder hornet. And what do I do next?

I shake it like a Polaroid picture.

So I’ve chosen death.

*snorts*

No you didn’t, Pokemon.

You didn’t do this!

-___-

I can’t EVEN...

Anyways, you’re taken to a Max Raid den and you take out a Vespiquen.

Fuck you Hop. Just fuck you.

Now that those three tasks are taken care of, you can feed your picky pokemon some Max Mushroom Soup. And now you can battle Mustard in a six-on-six.

After winning...

Can I please shove her off a cliff?

I know, I shouldn’t be mean to Klara and Avery. But I am. Klara tried to be a pop sensation and only sold 8 copies of her CD. And Avery is the outcast of his family with the least psychic energy. So maybe I’ll cut them both some slack.

I’m just not over Klara poisoning us at the beginning of the match with absolutely no warning.

And that’s the end of that story line.

But there’s still plenty to do around the Isle of Armor.

Catch pokemon for the updated pokedex.

Catch an actual level 80 wild pokemon!

No joke, friggin’ Wailord is level 80.

Also look out for Sharpedo in the water. They’re so fast that you won’t finish the Jaws music score fast enough before Sharpedo bites you in the ass.

Help this fool find his 151 Digletts.

At least he gives you gift pokemon for your hard work.

Like Alolan Meowth, Alolan Raichu, etc.

Combine four items to get a special item or pokeball.

So this nightmare fuel takes four items and can combine them into a pokeball, a TR, or a special item (depending on which four items you use to combine). And now that Apricorns are back, you can use them to make those special pokeballs you’ve been only able to get one up to this point.

Help the MILF around.

Welcome to the daunting task of getting Watts. Honey will not be fulfilled until she gets her hands on at least 2,000,000+ watts. Yes, I said that. But it’s to help put special things around the dojo like vending machines, a hair stylist, food for the fridge, and other essentials. But then there are other incentives you get for helping Honey out including battling with Honey and getting rare league cards.

Best method of gaining watts, find Digger Pa and Digger Ma. The digging brothers have parents. Pa digs for watts as long as you give him special ores. And Ma finds the ores (as long as her stupid shovel doesn’t crap out).

Now was buying the expansion package to Sword and Shield worth it? I don’t want to be premature in my thoughts since the second part of the expansion package isn’t out yet. So I’ll save it for later. This has been a fun side-story and it’s been able to take my attention away from Animal Crossing for just a little while. I know there will always be special events with Max Raids. I just hope we can add more pokemon from the National Dex when we can go to the Tundra later this year.

But if you’re one of those folks that’s National Dex or bust, maybe wait off on purchasing the package until we get more info about Tundra.

Okay, see you in a few months!

[queennicoleinboots]

Office Woes, part 1 (Michael the Great Arc Angel POV)

It was yet another day amidst a pandemic of the Coronavirus and spiritual warfare. It was my appointed task from Ahayah, the true creator of this world and all worlds, that I was to protect and serve the people of Gwinnett County, Georgia. I also was appointed to protect the people of Walton and Clarke Counties by Xara Nahara Campinelli. I am honored to be Michael the Great Arc Angel.

Once again, I spent my morning flying over people who had no concept of how to drive. They were going the wrong way through the intersections, shoving their cell phones in their butts while driving, and playing rap sounds. Rap is not a form of music. It offends me and Ahayah. When I hear it, I burn the source of the sound with laser eye beams. If I hear the "Ooh shit! You Got Coronavirus" song one more time, I plan to stomp on the vehicle where the car is coming from and of course spare the life of the son of a bitch who played that song.

In other news, a goat in a suit and tie was jacking off while he drove. He looked like Paul the Goat, the same goat who helped with quality control of produce in Kroger later that day.

At least Gwinnett County drivers weren't as terrible as those in Conyers, GA. It was truly the city of apes. Every time I fly over that city, my Intelligent Quotient drains from my mind and soul. I have to walk tall among the apes because my large angel wings don't work there. I question my angelic nature when I am there. I am the man on the fence who shrugs his shoulders. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So I acted like an ape until I could fly again. I'm still in therapy with Ahayah about that issue. I go twice a month.

I arrived at the office in my majestic splendor. The cops and I saluted each other as I walked in the building. Goats, humans, arc angels, and bears were processing paperwork and bitching at the pigs who did dispatch. I had to process the paperwork, call Paw Patrol, a series of small dogs who were good at life, if any social services were required, and sing if any babies or mothers were upset at or around each other. My baritone voice calms down the general populace.

"Good morning! Good morning!" Ned, a short goat with glasses, brown curly hair, and a white shirt with a pocket protector, shouted. He bleated.

"Good morning. What's the situation?" I asked as I walked with strength to my desk.

"Gwinnet County hasn't burned to the ground yet. Melissa is late for work. La Bamba in Walton County is running a special of five tacos for five dollars. Ricky Valens hasn't been brought back to life to sing 'La Bamba.' Satan still thinks he is going to win the spiritual war going on outside. And BLM hasn't been summoned yet. CERN is still at large opening portals to hell. Edward Snowden is alive and in prison. We still have no access to the Vatican's telescope on Mount Graham in Arizona," Ned took a deep breath before continuing. "And the son of a bitch delivery boy from Grub Hub spilled my drink on the desk."

"Very good. I authorize a pardon for Melissa's lateness. She is at a meeting with Ahayah. I think it's about female stuff," I spoke, but then shouted. "WHY THE FUCK HASN'T RICHY VALENS been brought back to life? He is supposed to sing a cover of 'Earth Angel' at NOON!!!"

"I'm sorry. The pigs at Dispatch are fucking up the resurrection spell!" Ned shouted.

"AAAAHHHH!!!! Ahayah, guide me! I need the voice of Richy Valens! I need to practice singing so that the 'Earth Angel' can bless Georgia," I shouted.

All of a sudden, I heard "Oooooooh Donna!" come out of my mouth in Richy Valen's voice. I sang "Donna" to calm the pigs at Dispatch and to the children who needed Child Protective Services.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel flew through the door. Her brown hair flowed in the air as she descended into the office. Her blue eyes showed fury in them. "Sorry I'm late. I would have been later if Richy Valens wasn't singing. Thank you, Richy Valens," she said in a strong voice as she went to her desk. "When are we going to lunch? La Bamba is running a special on five tacos for five dollars, and I'm ready to get my dance on?"

"No problem. This beats working for the Angel of Death for seven years. Those stories are still great to tell at parties. Unfortunately, I had to steal the soul of a Richy Valens fan one time. Did I mention that I was the one who stole the soul of Courtney Love? Her music was okay, but she needed to stay off the drugs," I said as I printed documents for the pigs at Dispatch to deal with. I would hate to be those sons and daughters of possible bitches. "Also, I think lunch will be after the singing of 'Earth Angel.'"

Melissa the Great Arc Angel laughed loudly. "I took the soul of Kurt Cobain. I was singing Nirvana songs for weeks afterward. I'd like to talk about it at lunch," she said as she sent faxes to the Gwinnett County Fire Department. She added a snarky office chuckle.

"Good riddance. Eddie Vedder has a much better voice. I'd rather hear those stories," I said. "Why couldn't you take his soul?"

"Excuse me! Ahayah required him to live!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said vehemently. "Would you like to talk about our back story to the new hires?" Her blue eyes and smile sparkled.

"True. But still, Kurt Cobain? How about the son of a bitch who is the lead singer if Smashing Pumpkins. That mother fucker is talented," I said. "Also! Back stories are NEVER to be discussed with new hires! George Lucas specifically made that a rule! Those are strictly for the break room!" I slammed my fist on my desk.

"Billy needed to tell his life story on the Joe Rogan show, and NOT to the new hires on set. Sorry, Michael. He and I both have the same question. Is making music really something that has to involve signing your life away to these record labels?" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked.

"He had no idea what he got himself into until it was too late," I said before the printer jammed. I looked at it before I said, "You son of a bitch I don't have time for this shit!"

The printer was jamming up and malfunctioning.

"Yes, you asshole, you already printed this page," I said to the printer.

The printer then started printing in Spanish.

"Do any of the pigs in this office read Spanish?!" I asked. I understood Spanish, but it wasn't my job to deal with these notes.

The pigs were oinking up a storm as they called the police, firemen, rent-a-cops, sanitation workers, other dispatch offices, and churches.

I sighed. I took the notes to the pigs. Fuck it. They can figure it out.

A female pig linked and looked at the notes. "Ay caca! Otra vez de los hijos! Mama y papa estupidos hijos de las putas!" She started swearing in Spanish at Child Protective Services. Those kids were forced to wear clown suits and make videos to entertain the country clubs in Gwinnett County. I was hot with rage.

"THOSE BASTARDS HAVE PLENTY OF ENTERTAINMENT!!! CHILD CLOWNS ARE NOT ACCEPTABLE!" I shouted. The son of a bitch printer was still jammed.

What I read next was astounding. And I quote:

"An irate woman called the sheriff's department, the fire department, CNN, Fox News, and Todd from Myspace.com. She reported that Publix had moved the 'Whole Golden Kernel' corn 30 feet down the aisle from where it had been for over 20 years. The whole customer base was an outrage and wanted to beat the store owner's ass."

I screamed. "WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MOVE THE CORN????!!!" I shouted. I was so angry at all of this bullshit that I ripped the printer out of the wall and started beating the hell out of it with the sword.

"WHY THE FUCK WEREN'T THE POLICE CALLED FIVE MINUTES AGO?!" a bitchy pig from Dispatch asked.

"Michael the Great Arc Angel is beating the hell out of the printer!" Ned answered the bitchy pig.

"WHY THE FUCK IS HE DOING THAT?!" she asked.

"I DON'T KNOW! LET ME ASK!" Ned shouted. "MICHAEL THE GREAT ARC ANGEL, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BEATING THE PRINTER?!"

"I'M FIXING IT!!!" I shouted. "Goddamn mudder fudder..." I spoke in tongues at the printer as the reel ended up on the other side of the office. The black ink covered the dark green carpet which had ugly pink spots. The ink improved the carpet.

Miraculously, I fixed the printer and had it in working condition. Now that's what I call Imformation Technology! Orders were backed up, so the papers sprouted wings and flew to their respective desks. Everyone in the office was swearing as they tried to file paperwork. The pigs and bears were using the extra copies of the documents to wipe their asses.

Gabriel the Great Arc Angel burned his extra copies to relieve stress and anxiety. He also hired Peter Griffin for midday beer runs.

A call came in.

"Hello!" I shouted.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you sexually frustrated?" the caller asked.

I sighed and transferred that call to the pigs.

I was filing paperwork and checking E-mails before another call came in. "HELLO!!!" I shouted.

"Hello. Guiseppe would like to speak to you regarding business with the Mafia, Atlanta Chapter!" a guido sang to me.

"GODDAMMIT I TOLD YOU TO NEVER CALL ME ON THIS LINE!!!!" I shouted as I stood up and shot death lasers through my eyes at the wall in my cubicle that permanent permanent burn marks. The roof became temporarily detached from the building.

Ned came in and threw a cup of coffee at me before he galloped out of the office for a break.

I caught the coffee and drank it as I stared at that burn mark. The Guido transferred me to over to the Atlanta Mafia. The leader was a bear who was growling at me.

I growled in fluent bear and explained that there was a restraining order in place, and that those Italian bears were not to contact me. I faxed the documents proving that my loans were forgiven by Ahayah.

"SORRY! I WON'T BOTHER YOU AGAIN! THANK YOU!" the leader bear shouted as he hung up.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH BASTARD!!!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel screamed. "Send the fax to the Gwinnett County Medical Center you son of a bitch! PEOPLE'S LIVES ARE AT STAKE!!!" She was beating the desk near the fax machine.

I sighed, took a deep breath, and did what any responsible Great Arc Angel would do: rip the fax machine out of the wall and bang it against the top of my head several times over.

A black pig who looked like Mr. T just stared at me and asked, "What the fuck are you doing now?!"

"FIXING THE FAX MACHINE!" I shouted before the phone rang in my office.

Everyone else was too busy cussing at whatever to answer my phone. One exceptionally large male pig even screamed, "YES I AM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT???!!!" So I walked over to my phone while I was still beating the fax machine against my head. Melissa the Great Arc Angel was singing "Part of that World" in Ariel from The Little Mermaid to someone on her phone line.

I answered the phone and started screaming and continued to beat the fax machine against the top of my head.

There was a pause at the other end of the line before a goat bleated.

I bleated, "I'm sorry we haven't faxed over the instructions to the EMTs at the Gwinnett County Medical Center. Our fax machine needs fixed."

He bleated, "That's some bullshit. A man is liberally being suffocated by COVID-19!"

I bleated, "Couldn't I just text the instructions over?" I was all the while beating the fax machine on my head.

He bleated, "I wish. Group texts never work. OH SHIT THE SONG IS PLAYING!"

I beat the fax machine to the rhythm of the "Ooh shit You Got Coronavirus!" song. I even added a dance as I finished beating the fax machine against my head. The damn thing was fixed, so I plugged it back into the wall near Melissa the Great Arc Angel. She was now singing "Poor Unfortunate Souls" in Ursula's voice. I think she was talking about everyone on Earth.

I bleated, "I'll be right over!" I then hung up the phone and flew the fuck out of the office at the speed of Superman. I used to be Superman until an orange female cat named Kissy meowed a great meow and called upon the Heavens in Swamp Business. Ahayah appointed me to answer the call of Kissy Anne Campinelli and gave me the title Great Arc Angel.

As I flew out of the office, a pterodactyl flew in and started screaming her head off. A goat spilled coffee and bleated swear words. That was a typical day at the office. My wings beat against the wind and rain outside. I sighed and flew over cars that were hydroplaning.

One of the cars was playing DarthSydePhineas nerd rap, and as much as I hate rap most of the time, this mother fucker is talented. I can see why Xara and Count Colonel Mac listen to this guy. I wanted to get on the ground and dance, but I had a life to save at the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

Some dumbass in a piece of shit sedan ran a red light in the middle of this storm. He was playing "Yeah!" by DarthSydePhil as he was speeding on the stream road: https://youtu.be/aZ7iZrpB2Lc

"No. Fuck this guy," I said as I sounded like DarthSydePhineas and swooped from the sky and lifted this guy off the road.

He screamed like the little bitch ass bitch he was.

I screamed back. "That's what I think of you. You damn near ran into that 2000 Toyota Tacoma who was rightfully trying to turn left. You're a bitch," I said.

"Am I going to hell?" the bitchass young kid driver asked.

"Not necessarily. It isn't my choice," I said as I flew his ass to the Gwinnett County Medical Center.

"I Spawn, I Die!" by DarthSydePhineas started playing from his radio. I agreed with the lyrics of the song: https://youtu.be/gVq03wz6DeA

"Where are you taking me?" the bitch ass bitch asked.

"To Gwinnett Medical Center. I have lives to save there. I am required to sing "Earth Angel" by Harry Waters, Jr. and Marvin Berry," I said.

"Who the fuck are they?" he asked. DarthSydePhineas was now talking bullshit about Fall Guys, a new video game in which everyone looks like a minion from Despicable Me.

"Musicians," I said before I threw that piece of shit sedan into the heavens. DarthSydePhineas's voice was fading away as his car flew the fuck into the sky. The last thing I heard DarthSydePhineas say "Oh shit. I got screwed!!!"

I descended into the Emergency Room and sang in my full baritone voice "Earth Angel" to an elderly couple that was close to death. It was then noon.

"Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine?

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you for ever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you all the time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you, and I knew

The vision of your love's loveliness.

I hope and I pray, that some day

I'll be the vision, the vision of your happiness.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine.

My darling dear, love you for all time.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you."

The elderly couple ascended to heaven. Everyone was emotionally moved by this Code 1 situation, in which sirens and lights were sounding on cop cars around us.

The goat bleated and cried. "Thank you, Michael the Great Arc Angel," he said. "We are distraught. Can you sing songs to calm our nerves so that we can deal with living with this miserable world?"

A goat doctor announced, "They died from Covid-19. We get $8,000 from the federal government, but this situation is still sad."

I sang "Amazing Grace," "We Shall Overcome," "Like A Shepherd Who Feeds His Flock," "One Bread One Body," and "Ave Maria."

After my last note in "Ave Maria," a disgruntled pig called me.

"What code?" I sang in my booming baritone voice.

"CODE 1! A grass monster is attacking Dunkin Donuts in Snellville!" the pig screamed before he snorted and hung up.

I flew out of the Gwinnett County Medical Center and to Dunkin Donuts. A church choir was singing in the sidewalk. I sang a few notes before I damn near ran into Aladdin and Jasmine on the magical flying carpet. I sang a few notes before saying, "This fly zone is for government officials only!"

The grass monster was eating the donuts as he terrorized the customers of Dunkin Donuts.

I flew down in splendor as I flapped my large white wings for effect. My eyes were blue with rage. I stared at the grass monster. "Did you pay for those donuts?" I asked.

"YES! They fucked my order up. They forgot to add the corn to my cornbread donuts. Sons of bitches!!" the grass monster yelled as he ate the top of the restaurant.

"THOSE BASTARDS!" I shouted. "Did you kill anyone?"

"Not yet. Most of those assholes ran out of the building. Fuck them," the grass monster said as he ate the building.

"Good. Fuck them indeed. Anyway, I am heading to a better restaurant for lunch, care to join?" I asked.

"Hell yes. Where?" the grass monster asked.

"La Bamba," I answered.

"Ooooh. I love Mexican!" the grass Monster shouted.

"Let us go!" I shouted as I picked him up and flew out of there. What was left of the Dunkin Donuts building somehow became on fire. It was time for my lunch break. I didn't give a fuck. That Dunkin Donuts was horrible anyway.

We flew up so high in the sky that no one saw us. The grass monster was shouting with joy as we flew in the sky. Our descent was a bit rough. Aladdin and Jasmine were flying in the correct zone on their magic carpet.

"Excuse me! We're trying to get to La Bamba!" I shouted.

"Oh God! We always eat there! I'm trying to find a decent Middle Eastern Cuisine!" Jasmine shouted.

"Dilja Cafe Lounge in Decatur, GA," the grass monster said as we continued our descent into Loganville, GA.

"Thank you! Some asshole grass monster devoured the one we used to go to!" Aladdin called.

"The building tasted better than the food!" the grass monster called back.

We descended in the Loganville Crossing parking lot near La Bamba a few minutes later. I put the grass monster down before I brushed myself off.

He went in the restaurant. After flapping my wings to ensure no grass blades were on me, I walked in the restaurant.

Richy Valens was brought back to life. He was singing "La Bamba" in La Bamba! I hope to Goodness no one was going to say "La Bamba in La Bamba!" PeeWee Herman would be all over that.

Richy Valens's face was deep-faked on Melissa's body. Deep faking is a technology in which someone else's face can be programmed on your body. It's basic, really. I deep-faked Illidan's face on Grom Hellscream's face so many times when I played World of Warcraft, a popular multiplayer massive online roleplaying game.

I ordered the five tacos for five dollar special. The grass monster ordered the loaded nachos. He ate like crazy.

Richy Valens then returned to Heaven after he sang the song using Melissa the Great Arc Angel's body. Her face had returned.

"I'm starving!" she shouted as she stole one of my tacos.

"I PAID A DOLLAR FOR THAT!!!!" I shouted. The roof accidentally flew up from the restaurant. It then returned to its normal state.

"Sorry," she said as she finished her taco and ordered 50 tacos for $50. She WAS hungry.

"You will pay me back by not MENTIONING a back story on this restaurant," I said.

"I wasn't-" Melissa the Great Arc Angel started to say.

[saiyanblood2]

Tarble had planned on leaving Goku Black to Vegeta. After seeing his older brother punch the lowly little Saiyan imposter through a couple buildings and tell him pretty much everything Tarble had wanted to beat into Black's head himself, Tarble figured his brother could pretty much handle it. But then Zamasu, that smug, immortal shitstain, decided to go after Future Trunks. So Tarble stepped into his brother's fight, blindsiding Black with a kick that sent the fucker hurling away from Goku and Zamasu's battlefield, and told his brother to go look after Future Trunks. That was more important, anyway.

His brother agreed, and flew off to go tend to Future Trunks. Goku Black tried to charge back in at Tarble with a punch, but Tarble blocked it, then used Black's own momentum to swing Black around him in a semi-circle and then back the way Black had just attacked Tarble from.

Tarble didn't stop hitting Black until he and Black were well away from the area where Zamasu was. The last thing he needed was that obnoxious green fucker getting in the way of Tarble kicking Black's ass. Besides, Tarble could handle Black. Not as well as his brother- he spent more time dodging and redirecting attacks- but well enough, Tarble thought.

So obviously, Black disagreed. And, because shutting the fuck up was apparently too mortal of a concept for Black, Black decided to let Tarble know just that.

"What's the matter, mortal? Afraid to face a god head on?!" Black sneered.

He kept talking after that, but honestly, Tarble was only half listening.

[Good place to put in that, "Say another word and I will have your tongue" line?]

If the fucker said something that mattered, like mentioning some plan that involved his nephew from the future dying that Tarble was now too far away to stop, then Tarble would give Black his full attention. For now…

It took a feint and some maneuvering, but Tarble finally managed to smack Black into a crater and land a solid hit on him.

Based on the rough gasp of expelled air and the shocked and then enraged expression on Black's face, Tarble guessed that Black hadn't thought that Tarble would use that opportunity for a solid hit to knee Black in the groin, but that was just fine with Tarble. It just made the expression on Black's face when Tarble's knee finally made contact all the sweeter. Especially when Tarble kept the pressure on Black's groin up after the initial hit, while Black was stunned.

Black tried to bring a fist down on Tarble's head in retaliation, but Tarble blocked Black's fist with a miniature ki shield. Tarble then turned the ki shield into a bubble of ki around Black's right fist. It took effort on Tarble's part, but he was able to at least bind Black's right arm, for the moment.

Barely a heartbeat later, Tarble had to grab Black's left fist to keep from getting punches that way, and then to block a kick from Black's right leg. Tarble was able to get his own knee up in time to block Black's kick, but Tarble had to let up his pressure on Black's groin. Tarble wrapped his tail around Black's left leg to keep Black from kicking him again.

The two struggled in mid-air for a bit, until Tarble used Black's own efforts against him again. Tarble swung them both around in a full circle, then brought them both crashing back to earth with Tarble on top. The impact crater they had been struggling in grew bigger and deeper from the impact, but they didn't collapse into an underground section, so Tarble didn't really care.

And Tarble was able to land with his knee still planted firmly (and painfully) on Black's groin, so Tarble counted that as a win. Because if you can't count getting to knee an arrogant, body-stealing "god" in the dick twice in one night as good fortune, then what could you?

Tarble knew his victory wouldn't last long, however. Tarble still had his little bubble of ki holding back Black's right fist, though Tarble could tell he was going to have to add his own hand on that restraint soon, or pour in more ki to keep it from shattering. His tail was wrapped around and restraining Black's left leg, and his right hand holding back Black's left fist, but there was still a chance that Black could overpower him. Tarble was stronger than Black, by a bit. He hadn't spent all that time training for nothing. Adding the Kaioken on top of Blue changed "a bit" to "a lot", but Tarble didn't like the risks that using that technique carried.

[Thoughts on power scaling here? Am I doing it right? How strong do I need to make Tarble? Should I make him stronger?]

Tarble didn't want to lose the advantage he had right now, and he might if he gave Black time to get his thoughts together. Hell, that was why Tarble had had to swing them around in the first place. So Tarble focused on the aura of ki around himself and sent it outward. His brother had a similar move, except Vegeta used it to cause a devastating explosion with himself at the epicenter. Tarble, on the other hand, used it to restrain his enemies.

Tarble already had Black's right arm bound with his ki, so Tarble didn't have to worry too much about that. Black's legs and left arm were another matter. Already having his tail wrapped around one of Black's legs helped make forming the ki shackle for that leg a little easier. Same for Black's left arm. All that really left was Black's other leg and remaining arm.

[Should I keep specifying left and right above, to make things more clear, or is it clear enough as-is?]

The force of Tarble's ki swept out from his body like a wave, pressing Black's arms and legs down in its wake. The bubble of ki Tarble had encased Black's right fist condensed down into a simple band of ki around Black's right wrist, stronger now as Tarble poured more energy into it. Tarble had decided to go with simple ki cuffs first, and then work on encasing the limb from finger-and-toe-tip to the elbows and calves of his opponent. Tarble knew that the comparatively thinner bands of ki he was starting out with could give his enemy more of a chance to maneuver, either by pushing back against Tarble's ki enough with Black's own that Black was able to twist his limbs a bit, or by outright breaking them with brute force, or by Black simply being willing to break his own wrist and arm just to lunge at Tarble and potentially get free… if Black was willing to put the majority of his focus and energy into it.

Which was almost exactly what Black did next. Before his limbs could be fully encased, Black managed to struggle against the knee Tarble still had pressed into his groin and the oncoming current of Tarble's ki enough to turn Tarble's knee to the side, so that Tarble was momentarily off-balance. Black lunged forward to try to bite Tarble, aiming for the other Saiyan's throat.

Black had sacrificed letting his legs and arms be pinned back for putting all of energy into the bite. Tarble had been trying to pin Black's arms beside his head, palms up, but Black managed to twist them around enough so that he could press them into the dirt beneath him, palms down, instead of snapping from a spiral fracture when Black made his final push forward. Black heaved as much of his upper body up and forwards as he could from the waist up, even going so far as to try and use the ki shackles binding his feet as a platform to give himself more leverage. (The shackles were more sturdy than the blasted ground beneath them, Black knew.)

[I meant "blasted" as in like… messed up from the planet slowly getting destroyed over a year and also from Black and Tarble's fight, not as like the slang British curse word. Is that clear here, or should I change it?

Should I go with "cuffs" or "shackles" for these things that Tarble's using. "Cuffs" sounds easier to picture, but "shackles" sound cooler. But also maybe more vague. Idk.]

Despite the danger, Tarble felt a surge of approval for his opponent's determination. He'd expect nothing less from a fellow Saiyan- but from this lowly Saiyan imposter, the stubborn determination and ferocity came as a surprise. Tarble had known the bastard could've tried to bite him, he just wasn't sure if Black actually would. Tarble had thought such an attack would be ~too unrefined~ for the smug little prick, but clearly, Tarble was mistaken. Because Tarble had finally pushed him to where he had to resort to something as primal to a Saiyan as biting as a last line of defense.

The thought made Tarble smile in smug satisfaction with himself, even as he leaned back to avoid getting his throat torn out. Tarble had all his own limbs free, finally, thanks to the ki cuffs he'd put on Black. He was also in a perfect position to straddle Black, thanks to Black moving his knee to the side. So that's exactly what Tarble did. 

The lunge at Tarble's throat had brought Black up into a sitting position- which meant that Tarble had enough room to wrap his legs around Black's waist. After Black's jaws snapped closed over empty air, Tarble put an elbow on Black's throat, to keep Black from snapping at him again. Then, because a move like that wasn't much use while they were both in mid-air and the ground beneath them was about as sturdy to people as strong as them as a layer of Styrofoam, Tarble grabbed a handful of Black's stupid pink hair and used that to keep Black's head back.

At the same time, Tarble wrapped his legs around Black's waist, using his tail to help balance himself. (As much as Tarble needed the help, anyway, when they were floating in midair like this.) Then, using his new grip around Black's waist, and the elbow over Black's throat, and Tarble's grip on Black's hair, Tarble shoved Black down.

Black struggled against Tarble, trying to push his way back up with futile jerks forward of his head and hips, straining against the ki shackles Tarble had around his wrists and legs in a furious surge of ki. Tarble didn't let up, and the resultant waves of clashing ki from the two of them widened the crater they had been lying in again, this time leaving a gap of empty air about six feet deep between the bottom of the crater and where the two were struggling in midair.

[Is it "laying" or "lying"? I can never remember. Also fights in midair are hard to write.

I feel like I should probably mention Black's wrists/hands shifting in the ki restraints again, so the readers don't worry about them snapping. I'm just not sure where to put it without messing up the flow of the action. Any ideas?]

"Stay… DOWN… you insolent motherfucker…!", Tarble spat, struggling with Black over empty air again. Tarble kept his legs wrapped tightly around Black's waist and yanked Black's head back as far as he could.

Tarble hoped he snapped his fucking neck, honestly. Or ripped out a chunk of that obnoxious pink hair. He'd had just about enough of this pretentious, pink-haired bastard for a dozen lifetimes. Tarble focused on the ki restraints again, this time focusing on using them to yank Black's limbs until Black was starfished out in midair with his arms over his head.

"Never!" Black snarled up at him in reply, still trying to thrash around as much as he could and throw Tarble off of him, but to no avail.

Tarble was going to yank his fucking limbs off if Black didn't stop. Assuming Black didn't just yank his own arms out of their sockets first. Again, Tarble felt a surge of approval at his enemy's determination… but Tarble needed to end this quickly.

[Should I add in somewhere above- anywhere above, really- something about Black maybe being distracted?]

[hecohansen31]

Sweet Michael is an idiot. If his gf doesn't answer ONE message, forget to kiss him once, or refuse to hug because she is busy, he thinks she doesn't love him anymore and decides to move on right away, to not suffer from the abandonment. Of course, his gf doesn't understand when he says they are not together anymore, she cries, the stupid boy understands she still love him, and he tries to apologize. After the first time, she gets that he is a baby who needs to be reassure all the time.

(A\N): Hello, nonnie!

Sorry for being a bit late with this... I low key had a very tough week and I am still having it, so if this sucks it’s because of thisbad mood, but I hope that you will like it, lovely! 

Also guys, go ahead and shoot an ask about anything, I am honestly a bit too bored and will take ANY distraction!

WARNINGS: Angst and Break-Up.

Exams had always been hard for her.

Not only she needed the slightest of distractions to avoid studying for entire hours, but she honestly needed all the studying she could get, seeing as she wasn’t a freaking magical genius as her boyfriend.

Michael was the most supportive of the boyfriends, but not the most patient.

Whenever they had scheduled a joined study session, he ended up finishing before her and getting impatient, unable to stand still in the chair, instead peppering her cheeks with kisses and teasing her gently with soft caresses, till she drifted off, ignoring her studying duties.

So, during the final days before the exams she had broken every contact with Michael, only using the phone to face-time him and exchanging messages, explaining him the situation; “I am sadly not exactly in the mood and really need to study, but as soon as I am done… it’s all cuddles, fucker”.

Michael had replied with a mix of sad and smiling emojis and she was sure he had understood.

What she didn’t understand was that three days of no talking with her boyfriend had gotten him into his deepest insecurities, looming over him and sitting on his stomach, making him unable to sleep peacefully, meanwhile he wondered if this pause meant more than he could understand.

Maybe she had finally grown annoyed of him, his little and silly ways and his clingy manners.

… she had seen the truth and that was enough for him to break their relationship, without her knowledge.

The exams hit her hard and fever got her for a day, after they were finished.

She also decompressed the stress of the exam just sleeping it off, munching her secret stash of candy and detoxing herself from any aspect of technology, meanwhile she had asked Madison to inform Michael of her little disappearance.

She had to admit she had been a bit selfish, but she had seriously needed a little time off.

The next day, feeling a bit more active, she immediately preped herself at her best, putting on Michael’s favorite dress, a pink dotted one, which highlighted perfectly her best features.

She had immediately stuttered to Michael’s room, knowing he wouldn’t be up before noon, had she not woken him up, maybe to take a stroll near the little lake over at Robinchaux, or maybe have a day out of shopping over at New Orleans.

She was enough energetic that she could do anything he wanted.

But Michael didn’t answer, which she found strange since he usually was never up till she came to almost drag him out of the bed… but maybe the other guys had come before her and maybe they had gone to have a breakfast together.

As soon as she waltzed in the canteen she couldn’t help but feel like everyone’s eyes were on her and a quick look around confirmed it and she couldn’t help but notice how everyone whispered and girls elbowed each other with fake smirks almost pointing her out and she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious for her wardrobe choice, choosing to just walk faster, meanwhile she searched around for Michael, just to find him at a table with other Hawthorne boys, and she immediately made a move to walk there…

… but Zoe, almost sank her nails in her skin in an attempt to bring her away.

She couldn’t help but send her friends a look which said “what the hell?”, but the brunette witch just shook her head, meanwhile she guided her to their usual table.

The entire stunt made her question what the hell had seriously happened.

Had Hawthorne and Robinchaux had another problem with each other?

Had the two schools fought again for supremacies?

Because she honestly didn’t care even a little bit… she would play Juliet, if Michael had to be her Romeo…

She just wanted to hug her shy lover, kiss his forehead, mess with his hair and then plant little kisses on his plump mouth till he asked her to take pity on him and he started smothering her with affection.

But Michael didn’t even glance at her as she sat down.

It was instead Madison, who glanced at her, looking her up and down a few times too much, till she snapped, annoyed by the entire situation asking her what the hell was wrong:

“Is it true that you and Michael break up?” was Madison simple reply, looking at her in the eyes, checking hat she wasn’t lying to her (not that she would) and a breath left her mouth…

… yeah she hadn’t been going out with Michael for four days…

… but this didn’t mean their relationship had ended…

She just wanted to bash in the teeth of the asshole who had spread such venomous rumors: she now understood Michael’s cold welcome; the poor thing had thought that they weren’t together anymore, he had been filled with poisonous words in order to get him to believe she wasn’t his anymore…

“Because Langdon announced you two broke up” continued Coco, with her big mouth, immediately gaining a few glares from the other witches, meanwhile she felt like she had been stabbed in the heart.

Michael had…

Michael had been the one to spread those rumors…

Why?

She immediately tried to raise up but this time it was Mallory who stopped her form leaving, gently holding her down, meanwhile she comforted her bringing her in a hug.

“I am sure it’s all a big misunderstanding” she whispered in her ear, meanwhile she comfortingly  caressed her hair, brushing them back and completely ruining her hairstyle, not that it would have lasted long, because now that her good mood had completely vanished she honestly wanted to do nothing but get her head down on her pillow and hide between the covers.

“He couldn’t have said…” she mumbled, her chest raising suddenly meanwhile little sobs escaped her lips “… I swear…”.

Madison immediately turned around and this time it was her who almost moved herself to raise from her chair.

“I will break that asshole’s nose” she declared and would have made good faith on it, had Zoe not grabbed her wrist to stop her, shaking her head and whispering something about her “not making a scene for once”.

“I don’t know why he would say something like this” she would have seriously thought that it might have been just a stupid joke, but his face, the way he seemed so intent about not minding her, hurt her much more than any joke could.

So, he was serious.

Mallory leaned onto her shoulder, gently caressing her back to make her relax, but she couldn’t help but open the waterworks, meanwhile little sob shook her, enough to make even Coco, lean in in the hug, who started petting her hair, completely oblivious to any comfort.

But she was past being comforted.

“Sweetie, if he is an asshole, he doesn’t deserve your tear” blurted out the blond girl, meanwhile she kept the patting going “… it’s his loss, not yours”.

Then why did it hurt so much?

After she had cried her heart out for two entire nights (much to Zoe’s dismay who had even let her sleep in her bed, in order to comfort her a bit, meanwhile Madison mumbled something about “(L/N) wanting to steal her girlfriend”) she had decided to confront Michael about it.

… at the worst possible moment for both of them, since he was busy flirting with two witches and as much as she tried to push back the “girl hate” she was feeling… she couldn’t help but want to slap off the smiles on the witches’ faces.

Instead, she decided to confront sternly Michael, trying to avoid being straight up mean (although he deserved it) since she didn’t want to scare him off, knowing how much he hated confrontation.

(She hated thinking that he had gotten annoyed with her, but hey… she was the bigger person).

“I think we need to talk” she had mumbled, avoiding his gaze, meanwhile she brushed gently the tip of her left foot against the floor, clearly showing any typical sign of nervousness.

Had Michael been still with her, he would have recognized each of the tell-tale signs of her anxiety and insecurities coming onto her and he would have done something to calm her down, the best way was to hug her tight, almost as if he could protect her as a knight from those dreaded feelings.

But, apparently, they weren’t together, anymore.

“Oh… you now… think we need to talk” he turned around to the girls, smiling and giggling at them, as if she had said the stupidest thing ever.

“Yeah… and I would prefer to do it alone, with you” she tried to say implicitly that the two girls should be gone soon, but they just stayed there, giggling evily as if they were Regina George’s magical twin sisters.

“I don’t think we need to talk, in the slightest” he replied, his tone stone-cold, almost as his eyes, eyeing her cruelly, as if they wanted to bring out and highlight each and every of her insecurity, and he did.

But she needed an explanation, so she could maybe… move on.

“… I am just asking for an explanation, not for you to come back to me…- “although that would be nice” -…I think that you can actually bring back some of your good manners to at least be respectful of me”.

She hadn’t meant to screech so loudly but it got a reaction from Michael…

…an angered reaction.

“You come here asking for respect, when you were so unrespectful?!” she just shook her head not knowing what he meant.

“… I don’t…” she tried to breath and not let her anxiety take her lungs “… understand”.

“Well, let me tell you that being three days without any information about you was enough to make me understand that we clearly don’t share the same feeling” he snapped, before turning around, giving her back and no more information, but it was enough to bring back any dreading feeling she had tried to keep in check.

And seeing Michael’s determination into hating her and making her feel bad, she couldn’t help but move away.

Eventually maybe not only her feet would do that…

…but also her heart.

Michael wasn’t surprised, when, after his “fight” with (Y/N) (he felt like he couldn’t call that a fight, when she had done nothing to react, not raising her voice or trying to reason with him, a very human part of her made her feel the worst about this), somebody had knocked on his door.

But he had been surprised when he had seen Zoe, and not Madison or Mallory (he couldn’t help a hiss of jealousy at the way (Y/N) had leaned yourself onto her, at lunch).

The brunette witch had a quiet fire in her hazel eyes, roughly sending him a nervous smile, clearly inviting herself in with a push against his chest, propping herself in the armchair, where he had first kissed (Y/N), caressing her hair to calm her down, meanwhile she just latched onto him.

-I was expecting your girlfriend to come here and break my nose- he mumbled, using the threat he had heard many times being used by Madison, alongside the quote “she is too good for you”, as an ice breaker, trying his best to ease the heavy uncomfortable silence.

-I actually had to almost lock her in, but she is too busy consoling your ex…- she replied, the pointed tone with which she said the “ex” part, alongside the fact that she was staring at him with that quiet fire being sprouted onto him -… she is painting her nail, meanwhile holding a tissue because she hadn’t stopped crying since you so graciously told her off-.

He couldn’t help but feel bad for the fact that she was crying over him: he had sworn he would have never made her cry, and now… look at him.

Some dark and rage filled part of him remembered him the way she had hurt him the unanswered messages and the unreturned calls: could she cry over him like that, if she had never cared about him?

-Maybe she will get how it felt for me to be left alone, with no word from her- he low key knew that he wouldn’t have gotten any pity from Zoe, who loved her best friend as a sister, but still… he tried… that human part telling him he had fucked up.

That he looked like a fucking crybaby.

And that’s why she had left him.

-… then you are seriously more stupid than I thought, Boy Wonder- she huffed out, annoyed -… she might not have done the best she could have done, but… have you ever thought how she felt? -.

No, he hadn’t.

He had just felt angry and had thought about hurting her almost as much as she had: he hadn’t thought that maybe she was just exhausted, that he wasn’t the problem.

But maybe it wasn’t all his fault: he was always the problem and people left him so easily, so why should he have thought that she was different?

He felt so damnably stupid.

-… you didn’t- Zoe’s voice was soft and slow, almost as a supportive mother -… it’s okay, it takes time to get to know each other, but something that you never ever have to forget is that you stick around, you don’t give up at the first bad thought-.

He honestly had needed somebody who told him that.

Alongside a good punch in the jaw to wake him up from the nightmare he had put himself in.

-I know that you and (Y/N) are a bit different…- started Zoe, knowing perfectly that they could be the worst obnoxious assholes ever -… but you are much more similar, she has her own traumas and baggage, which don’t excuse her own behavior, but it isn’t worth a break up, understood? -.

She crossed her legs over, the movement making enough noise to make Michael’s awake from his horrible self-pitying dream.

-Understood, ma’am- he mumbled, looking down and feeling an asshole.

-She is probably in her room alone, maybe that’s the right time to plead for her forgiveness-.

Zoe had been right, (Y/N) was alone in her room when he walked in, the door barely closed, probably to wait for Zoe, but he hadn’t expected to catch her packing her suitcase, a few books sticking out from it, meanwhile the clothes were ridiculously smashed together.

She was packing with enough force that he was sure that she was picturing the bottom of suitcase as his face, hoping to smash his pretty teeth.

He honestly didn’t know what to say and the fact that he caught her packing didn’t help: was she moving out because of him?

He wanted to rush in front of her, get all those hits and then get her face in his hands, and plead for forgiveness, just as Zoe had said, kissing her pretty cheeks till she started giggling under him, a faint smile between her heated cheeks, meanwhile she gently played with his hair, knowing it soothed him-

But her harsh words brought him back to the reality which was that her had hurt her too much to have her smile for him again.

-… what the hell are you doing here?! – although she wasn’t crying her eyes were red and puffy and he knew that they would have soon be swollen the following morning and it hurt him so much to know it was because of her.

He had had his fair share of “fun” (but he had hated each moment of being unable to hold her) and she had been cried her heart out: had the situations been reversed, he didn’t think he would have been able to forgive her.

But she would have never put him in a similar situation, she was too kind-hearted and sweet…

… and she was looking at him like she honestly wanted to keep the tears in and let the anger out.

-You are moving away? – he honestly could stand her anger, but not her giving up on this magical life for him.

She huffed out and crossed her arms over her chest a clear sign that she didn’t want to talk but he made sure that she knew he wouldn’t move away or budge till she explained what was going on.

-My cousin is close to having her baby- he remembered the mention of a pregnant cousin, a childhood friend of her actually, a bit older with whom his soft sweetheart had shared a very profound bound, and this had prompted her to promise to be there at her side when her baby was finally due -… she said that she entered her last week and that to have me back home would be lovely, plus I need a break…-.

… a break from seeing him every day, that’s what her eyes said.

And he just couldn’t let go, because if he did, he knew she would never come back to him.

And not because she had given up on him or anything…

… but because her hurt her…

And he honestly deserved to see her walk away for her to step onto his heart and he deserved much worse.

But he also knew that she would never be as cruel as him.

-… before you go, can we have that talk that you were insisting on today? – he pleaded with his eyes, keeping his distance from her; she was wounded and scared and he needed to give her space, that’s why he didn’t want to stop her from leaving, but he needed to make her understand that she didn’t deserve that -… I swear I won’t stop you from leaving, but I want to make a few things clear to you-.

-I will give you five minutes, last time mom called she said she was close- she looked at her clock to avoid his guilty stare, finally set on her face.

-I’ll make it quick- he promised, before huffing out -I am an asshole-.

She started laughing quietly, a bit hysterically, but he honestly loved the sound of it, having deprived of it for so long…

-… I already know it, Michael- she rolled eyes, although a mischievous glint was in them.

-… and I don’t deserve you- she tried to speak back but he shushed her gently -… I said we had broken up because I thought, that since you didn’t talk with me anymore, you had finally got tired of me, and I mean… I was surprised you didn’t get … annoyed first-.

-Michael…- gentleness shone in her eyes, meanwhile blame accompanied the soft glint: he honestly didn’t deserve her -… I didn’t mean… and it’s very stupid to think that I got tired of you, you asshole-.

The last part was huffed out as if it pained her, quiet tremors shaking her body and he just wished to hug her closer.

-… I know it is, but I just…- he looked down, knowing this was a very hard confession -… I am so insecure-.

He was, although he had to play the big powerful warlock, but he wasn’t anything more than a scared little child, who had been turned down by everybody, except her.

So why would she be different?

Because she somehow loved him.

Even that insecure child.

She gently and softly came to hug him, unable to stop herself from comforting him and he honestly wanted to push him away, so she would avoid to mix herself with such a mess but she gently shushed any protest and swiftly they were on the ground his knees giving up underneath him, and he brought her with him.

She laughed softly, in his ear, her air tickling his air and he just tugged her closer, meanwhile she cooed him softly, him letting everything go.

-I just don’t want you to go away, thinking I hate you- he mumbled in her neck, now full-blown crying in her neck -… I don’t want you to feel hurt because of me, I am such a terrible person and…-.

-I should have texted you…- she softly replied –… we made a mistake… you a bigger one-.

He giggled, and she gently grabbed his head so that he could stare into her eyes.

-I don’t think that you hate me- she pulled out each word as if it meant so so much to her -… I think that you are an asshole, but I don’t think that you hate me, you hurt me: that’s true-.

He shook gently against her, trying to get away from her.

-… but you came back to make sure things were alright-.

-Will they ever be alright? – “would they ever be back again”.

He didn’t think so, but… maybe they would have been better, different and better.

-With time, and the belief that we talk about this and not hold grudges: we both did mistakes but…- she messed her hair -… but we acknowledged them and are sorry for them-.

-I am sorry for saying that we had broken up, each moment, without you, hurt me more than anything in this world-.

-I didn’t mean to make you feel left out, I am sorry for not replying to your message- her head hidden in his neck -… but also I am not going to stop my trip to stay here, there are certain things that I won’t give up on, even for you-.

-And I love you even more for that: you don’t put up with my bullshit- he replied, before delivering a tiny kiss on her forehead, and then moving for her hips, only to get pushed away.

-… don’t even think about it, Boy Wonder- her eyes now clearly shone with anger -… you might have apologized but don’t try anything, I am still pissed-.

-Maybe the pregnant woman might help with all those anger issues- he poked her, meanwhile she just growled at him, getting up at the exact same time her phone beeped, signaling that miss (L/N) was here.

Michael low key hoped to meet her, but he knew they weren’t in the best circumstances, so he just led her through Robinchaux to the door, his hand in hers, more a claim of him (he low key felt extremely cocky because of her shy girlfriend being extremely possessive of him), meanwhile he brought along her luggage, letting her go on the threshold but before she moved out she gently kissed his cheek.

They definitely had some more steps to learn life with each other.

But for now, they had made sure anything was clear between them.

And that was already something!