#and they both came straight from myself so like. They're Really Fucking Special To Me No Matter What

[visibun]

...holy fuck, my last post is quite literally the very first time that I've ever reached the tag limit for a post, and I primarily pulled that off by prattling on about Cinnabun at extreme length.

I didn't even know that there was a limit of 30 tags per post. I've never had any reason to hit that limit before. If that doesn't fully prove and emphasize that this little trauma rabbit isn't my most detailed and obsessed-about OC brain worm of all time, I don't know what the hell else could possibly spell it out any better.

...if you've been reading her tag on my blog, but can't understand what her deal is thus far: She's a Lopunny OC, and hers is a mature, fairly dark, and very heavy story, taking place in the Pokemon universe. Yes, I started writing this in a very low, very mentally/emotionally fragile, and really dark part of my life, so yes, this started off as "me effectively venting/'self-harming' in a way through her." I know that OC stories involving both Pokemon and sensitive subjects like death, self-harm, suicide, and so forth are usually frowned upon by a good deal of the fanbase or whatever, since that's not what the source media is like on the surface. But at this point, I hardly care to even acknowledge that stance... you know, past the upcoming walls of text.

Prepare for an encounter with an autistic hyperfixation hidden raid boss fight just below the post cut.

For one, Cinnabun starting off as a sort of "projection" of myself made her both VERY special and important to me, to the point where writing about her low points started to actually personally resonate with myself. This made writing about her in great detail that much easier, since whatever thoughts and feelings that I felt as I was coming up with ideas for this story was on par with how she was meant to feel in those particular scenes. I've quite literally never synchronized with an OC this deeply before, and this let me write out the longest story that I've ever written in my whole goddamn life. It's been a fun and engaging process from start to finish, coming up with plot points and general story details, and then figuring out how to weave everything together so it flows in a way that I like. It's all very special to me, for that reason.

And then two, to be blunt... life is short. To be even more blunt... who knows how much longer I have to be around and enjoy small things like this. I don't care to stunt my ideas just because the theme/tone in its given setting isn't regarded as "popular" by many others in the Pokemon fanbase. It gives me a massive creative outlet — the biggest that I've ever had, really — and working on it to any extent feels really great to my mind that's otherwise typically too crowded up with TV static and disorganized/negative thoughts to let me ever experience a single moment of catharsis to any degree.

I know that the setting of Pokemon is considered to be an odd choice for a story that is largely very upsetting and dark... but, in my defense, the world of Pokemon is already very heavily implied in canon media to be utterly horrifying behind the scenes. A lot of Pokedex entries straight-up designate a good deal of Pokemon as "chronically suffering," like Phantumps being dead lost kids in the woods, Cubones crying over their dead mothers (whose skull they wear) loudly enough to attract their natural predators straight to themselves, or Yamask carrying a depiction of its face from its past life and crying over it. And then, there's other Pokemon who are designated as "chronically making others suffer," like people getting their spirit stolen by looking into a Shedinja's back, Drifloon being a Pokemon "formed by the spirits of people and Pokemon" that casually abducts children, or the fact that a strong pseudo-legendary like Hydreigon has a habit of "biting anything that moves" and has tales of it destroying whole villages. And then there's other Pokemon who just... accidentally create problems by existing. Some casually explode for little to no reason. Others make a lot of earthquakes or other natural disasters just by going about their business. Shit like that.

Like yeah, obviously these details aren't going to be shown in regular Pokemon media, since it is ultimately a franchise geared towards the enjoyment of kids and young teens (with a great deal of fossils like myself obviously still latching onto the franchise for longer than I thought I'd still care about it). But like... there's enough context clues just out there in plain sight to know that the Pokemon universe is 100% capable of being a circus of both horrors and dangers. As far as I can give a damn, my little story and the poor rabbit that it revolves around would be considered "just another Tuesday in Hoenn" in comparison to what else could happen in any of the regions at any given time.

So... yeah. I don't know what possessed me to talk at length about this to like... no one in specific, but that's my mental word salad about that OC and her story. I like writing about her since it gives me a massive creative release, and I fully disagree with the thought that every original story in a Pokemon setting has to be sterile and pleasant or else it's just "bad" or whatever. If I wanted a tame and clean story in the Pokemon universe, I'd just watch the show or play any of the official games... hence, me writing out my own story, and then defending its existence to no one but I guess myself for what feels like the past hour.

...I should probably go and eat something now;;

[spaghettiposts]

Who are some of your favourite writers here?

That's a tough one because I love A LOT of them, but here are the ones that have stuck out to me.

Firstly I'll talk about some Wanda writers:

@mionemymind: one of the most compelling writers out there. I think I have a personal bias because we're similar and share similar interests (star wars lol), they've literally written a star wars based wanda fic!!! Apart from that they have really good one shots and stories. My personal favorite one shots have to be To Be Loved Is To Be Considered, The Actress & The Geek, and my personal favorite Blood Drive.

Aside from being a writer Mionemymind is also a really great person to the community and friends, and I can't tell you how many times I've smiled because of their reblogs. Truly awesome sauce.

@targaryenmarvel: From the moment her story "Fallin all in you" came onto my feed, I was desperately hooked. Absolutely one killer of a story and I can't wait for more. Really great writing and its just so perfect, that story meant everything to me at one point <3

@fortuositywritings: I love everything about this authors writing, but my most favorite thing about their style is the humor. It's so natural and well paced, it makes me smile without fail every time. They aren't as active, and I hope they're doing amazing but if I could let this author know that their series I Said No, and Love Bug changed my writing forever, I would do it in a heartbeat. They're one of the reasons I'm writing for Wanda here today.

@ziggyzolch: I discovered their fic on ao3 first and I've got to say it has me hooked. They deal with more serious topics on series and its one of my favorite parts about their style, honestly Your Prettiness is Seeping Through has got to be hands down one of my favorite series in 2024. Amazing work and great representation to those who need it.

And lastly @wandascosmic: I haven't seen much of her until today but her new series you belong with me has quickly become so special to me that I can't help but mention her. The humor between reader and Sam is amazing, but also the interactions between reader and Wanda have my heart aching so sweetly. I feel like a leech with how quickly I've sunk into this story, you belong with me is so sweetly written and I enjoy every second of it. Amazing work.

Now for the Jenna Ortega fandom, I think I have quite a list. There's so many amazing writers out there it's crazy, I'm always so well fed by both fandoms.

I've got to start out with the legendary @cobaltperun: I binged Lost, for 2 days straight. I was HOOKED. so hooked this story got in the way of my personal life because I couldn't stay away from my phone. I love the way you write Tara and gosh did the series kill and heal me. Aside from Lost, Woe out the storm is also such a sweet story. The whole concept Raiju is so interesting to me now and damn do I love a good slow burn. Im just so deeply impressed too by their rapid request process, and how much they get done, its moving.

Another legend @letorip: First I've just got to mention, his headcannons for characters are amazing and I'm CONSTANTLY having to restrain myself from asking for more because I would only continue. I highly recommend them, they're like stories in themselves. But aside from Headcannons, my personal favorite fic of his would have to be somethin' stupid, especially part 3. The whole series is a must read and gosh do I love the writing, its so beautifully described, every inch of it.

@ajortga: every fic of hers is a fucking BANGER. there's never a fic in which I'm left dissatisfied. I love it all, eat it all. When I find her on my feed, you know I'm immediately digging in. Everything is always so fluffy and nice and just makes a girl feel better yk? I completely recommend reading Cute and Absolute, My Girl, and Bear hugs. All super fluffy and heart warming fics, its crazy <333

@persevereforahappyending: This author stabs me, kills me, brings me back to life, and then stabs me again with angst but I go back every time. Specifically to their newest series A Legacies Secret which is. So. Fucking. Good. They really cooked with that one. Every Friday like clockwork I'm checking for notifications and I'm never disappointed. Their writing style just leaves a grip on you and the plots are so clever too, they're very unique and I love them. Luck Runs Out is another great series and damn I revisit that thing once every two weeks for a reminder on what true love really is.

And lastly but not least one of my newest favorite authors of all time is @honorarysimp: Uncanny Distortion was one of the best things I ever read, the plot, whilst held similarities to scream, had such a creative own twist to the authors imagination. I absolutely loved it, Tara and Detective made my day for weeks, and then came Rumor has it and now two others hold my heart, and break it, a lot. this series feels like its gonna hurt me. But overall Honorary simp is such an underrated writer and I really hope that more people will notice you out there and give you some more well deserved attention because God damn your fics are masterfully crafted and I don't even have the words to describe how much I adore them, all I can say is that I carved a space in my heart for Detective and Lucky.

that was longer than I intended but all of these authors came from the top of my head so they mean a lot to me. Tumblr is a way better place with all of these creative souls in it and honestly I wouldn't have gotten far without all this inspiration surrounding me ❤️

[olivieraa]

Review of sorts lol

Ok, finished the gay Joey anime! ...Very very fast lmao

What to say, what to say...

Um, ok, the happiest I felt was hearing Joey's voice. I dont hear it in anything. In anything new, anyway. I rewatch YGO a lot, both dub and sub, mixed, random, all Joey's are Joey, even when they're Jounouchi

So his voice in anything is also Joey... well, unless he does a really creepy role. But I expect that with Kaiba's voice lmao or at least I used to. Dudes been getting only hot man roles lately, literally has the voice women (and men no joke) are drooling over

Every single one of them is about Kaiba's voice. He absolutely skyrocketed thanks to Jujutsu Kaisen

But, like I said, my boy Joey and his VA aren't getting any roles at all.

So him getting a lead character role was very pleasant for me. Making it a gay leading role was a huge bonus. It came out in 2018 and then the movie in 2021, during the years I didn't watch anime, but I would have fangirled like fuck if I'd been watching it weekly like I used to watch anime

Outside of that... It's pretty, most of the time. The animation can be quite inconsistent, but for the most part its a good looking anime. The movie was very pretty, the budget was upped.

Now, here's the thing. There was nothing particularly special about this BL story-wise. In fact, its very run of the mill. If you've seen or read enough BL, there are absolutely no surprises here. Nothing unexpected. Its just that this one is about actors. Actually I think Love Stage might have also been about actors... I cant fully remember. But you could replace the actors with musicians, or authors, or doctors. And you will get the same story. My fave of these run of the mill BL's is Gravitation, an old classic. This one tops it for me not only due to nostalgia, but I still sing "Spicy Marmalade" from the show all the time. It has the tuuuunes. And comedy.

But yeah, they're basically all just... general romance stories. Where there's no actual plot. And I'm the worst at judging this stuff bc romance as a genre is not for me. I've made posts about how I like romance as a side genre. I prefer an action series with a side case of romance. Like, if you take Jujutsu Kaisen, its purely action, no romance. But....... there eventually could be? It happened in HxH, and created a huge OTP for me. That's my thing.

Strictly romance animes, whether gay or straight, usually fall flat on me. The straight one's I'll give props to tho are Skip Beat and Kamisama with his pretty ass Bakura face

Actually Joey's voice was in this anime, he was an annoyed gay man lmao but again, these are old

So yeah, I cant judge the story. Judging from the comments, and I'm assuming 99% of them were from female fans, or fujoshis as they are called, it was well liked.

I gave it a 7 like I do with all of these types of romance animes that dont have something truly outstanding happen but aren't bad and are quite rewatchable. I did like when they went to Spain! It was just... v pretty.

There is, ofc, problematic stereotypical yaoi moments. Where would these generic stories be without them? Finding a pure, BL story is quite hard. Doukyuusei and Given are what I would consider to be non-stereotypical, if anyone wanted to compare. Both of those are lovely

But yeah, I had an enjoyable day binging the fuck out of it, which means I have a lot of work to catch up on! I did this to myself

Eh, what can ya do

[vdlest]

You left something

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x ExAvenger!Reader

Summary:

It has been a year since you left the life of being an Avenger. But after a year, someone showed up in your house, telling you that you left something when you left your old life. What could it be?

Warning:

Swearing

Mention of sex/one night stand

Fluff

Bucky being soft (it's a warning, right?)

One of the best years of your life was being an avenger. You were one of the greatest assets of the team, that's why when you left the team, they had a big loss. It wasn't really your intention to leave the life you had, but when Steve disappeared, Tony and Nat died, you were deeply devastated. You and the rest of Avengers like Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Thor, the Guardians, and Spider-man continued what the original six started. However, one heated argument between you and Bucky made you leave the team — after a mission in Norway, you comforted Bucky when you saw him alone in the roof of the compound, you told him that he shouldn't let sadness take over him and his life, but Bucky didn't liked it. He exploded and told you that instead of Steve, Nat, and Tony, it should have been you who died and disappeared.

The very next day after your argument with Bucky, you left the compound and you just left them a letter, telling them how sorry you were for leaving them. You told them that you are not worthy anymore to be part of them, so you made a sacrifice, leaving the old life you had.

Upon leaving the Avengers, you moved to a small city in California. You started your own farm there and live in a peaceful life, but sometimes you miss being on the team, especially when you see them on the news.

But you had to make a sacrifice. After all, you think you're not worthy enough, not like what Tony, Steve, and Nat has always been telling you.

They're gone, and so is your faith in yourself.

•••

You're in the middle of painting your front porch when you heard someone walking towards you. Your back is facing the front yard of your house, so you don't know if someone's coming or not, but because of your super hearing, you heard that someone is walking behind you.

You got up from painting the base of your porch and turned around to see who was walking towards you.

It's the most unexpected guest you ever had in your entire life — it's the man who made you decide to leave your old life, James Buchanan Barnes.

You avoided his gaze and continue whatever you are doing.

"Y/n," you heard him called you, but you just continue with what you're doing.

"What are you doing here, Barnes?" you asked him without looking at him.

"It took us so long before we could finally trace your actions for the past year. Did you really think we wouldn't find you?" he asked you.

You knew it was Wanda who always wanted to find you. She's your friend. It was you, Nat, and Wanda who had always been friends, but after Nat died and after Wanda disappeared, you lost the only friends you had. Eight months ago, you found out from the news that Wanda came back, more powerful and more capable of helping other people. You knew she wouldn't stop until she found you.

But why is Bucky Barnes who came after you and not Wanda?

"Ever since you left, all of us did everything what we could do to find you, but hell, you are good in hiding. Even Dr. Strange and Wanda cannot find you," Bucky continued talking as he walk closer to you.

You chuckled sarcastically, "Can't you just go straight to the point? Why are you really here?" you put down your paintbrush and faced him, "What do you need from me?"

He took one last step closer to you, "I need you to come back to the team."

The moment you heard him said that, you laughed and walked towards your tool shed. He followed you and you could see how confuse he is when he heard you laugh at him.

"What is so funny?" he asked you.

"You are funny, Barnes," you stopped from opening the door of your tool shed and faced him, "You were the one who wanted me to be out of the team, right? You told me that instead of Nat, Steve, and Tony, it should've been just me who died and disappeared. You remember that?" you asked him, fighting the emotion that is stsrting to build inside you.

He did not answer you and you see guilt in his eyes. But it's already too late for him to feel that way — he already caused you so much pain.

"Why don't you just go back to where you came from and leave me alone? You wanted this right? You wanted me to be gone? So here I am, I've been gone for a year. What else do you need from me?" you asked him.

You resumed in opening the door of your tool shed but before you could finally opened it, you heard him spoke again.

"When you left the team, you left something in there," he said.

You have no idea what he was talking about. When you left the compound, you made sure you got all your things and other belongings. So you have no idea what something you left when you left the compound.

"Me."

You rapidly turned around to face him once again.

"What the hell are you saying?" you asked him unbelievably.

"You left me feeling guilty for what I did and say to you. You left me and I wasn't able to ask for forgiveness for what I did. You left me hanging. And most importantly, you left me wanting you," he said continuously. You did not noticed that in every word he says, he is walking closer to you, and in ever step he does, you move back, but you stopped moving the moment you felt the door of the tool shed behind you, "The night you and I had an argument, I was having a rough time. I didn't know how I could live a life without my best friend, Steve. I wasn't ready to move on, but you kept on telling me to move on."

Your eyes remained on his gaze. You didn't even had the guts to move away or push him away. It seems like you were hypnotized by the way he looks at you and how he caged you between his body and the tool shed's door.

"I didn't mean any word I said that night to you. I don't want you to die or be gone as well. I want you to stay with me until the end."

When you heard him say those words to you, you came back to your senses. You pushed him away and walked away from him. It's not a surprise that he followed you.

"Y/n, I am telling the truth," he said while following you. "I thought I was just feeling guilty the whole time you were gone. Everybody is blaming me for your disappearance, and I thought I was just guilty about the fact that it was really my fault why you left. But no, it's not just about the guilt. It's about the longing I felt when you left."

"Longing?!" you growled as you stop from walking. You turned around and faced him, "You long for the person you wished to die and just disappear?" you scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Do you have any idea how painful it is for me to hear those words coming from you? You, of all people, Bucky! You, of all people, said those words to me and made me feel like I'm just a nobody in your life! You made me feel I'm just a fucking whore you fucked once, and that was it! You made me believe that there's something special growing between us, but I was God damn wrong!"

Before you left the compound and the Avengers life, you and Bucky shared a beautiful moment together. You were with him when he visited Yori and apologized for the death of his son. After that, he asked you if you could stay with him for a while and he'll cook dinner for both of you. And so he did, soon after your dinner, you found yourself giving in and kissing him back. You thought it was the start of something beautiful and something deep with him, but after a week, he exploded to you and told you harsh things you never thought you could hear from him.

"I thought we're onto something good, Bucky. But it was just all a fucking thought," you wiped your tears away as soon as you felt them on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way, y/n," he walked towards you and cupped your face. You wanted to avoid his touch but your body did not oblige to your will, "I was just lost at that time. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I was ready to give my all to you and just lose you. I thought by pushing you away, it would be less complicated for both of us. I can't afford to lose another person in my life. But I still did lose you."

Your tears continue to run down your cheeks as you listen to his words, his explanation.

You told yourself a million times, the next time you'll see him, you'll break his face, his bones. But you couldn't, especially seeing him now this close.

"Everyday, I hated myself for hurting you and letting you leave just like that. Everyday, I am regretting the words I pierced through you. And everyday, I am killing myself for wasting the beautiful start we had," he uses his thumb to wiped your tears away, "I tried my best to find you, to take you back, to apologize, and to have you again by my side, because without you, I am nothing, y/n. And I am not saying these words just because I've made a mistake to you. I am saying these words because I want to have you back in my life."

You looked down, making him remove his hands on your face, "I...I don't know if...if I could trust you again, Bucky."

You were too scared to trust him again, especially with your heart.

"You're asking me to give you my full trust again, Bucky. And it's a big thing to ask from someone who got scared of trusting people again," you said while looking down.

He uses his hand to hold your chin and make you look up to meet his gaze again, "I am willing to do anything to earn your trust again. I am not forcing you to do it right away, but I will earn your trust in every possible way I can," he seems like he was vowing or promising. "But I did not come all the way here just for your trust, y/n."

Your brows furrowed with what he said.

"I also came here to be worthy of your love."

Before you could say anything, he grabbed one of your hands and placed it against his chest, where his heart is.

"Because when you left, you left this one as well," he said referring to his heart.

You imagined countless times that you want Bucky to suffer and feel the pain you felt when you left everything behind because of him. But after a year of hiding your love for him with anger, you finally realized that it wasn't anger at all, it has always been love. Your heart has always been with him. You thought, why make him suffer when you can make him earn what he lost from the times that you've been away from each other — your trust & your love for him.

You hated him because he hurt you, but after hearing his explanation, it all made sense to you.

You are still in love with Bucky Barnes.

-v.dl

[crushcardvirus]

bakura ask game

favorite thing about them

I just find this kid FASCINATING okay what’s his fucking DEAL. also the ‘tried to make a cool and collected male character and he just came out autistic’ syndrome which affects 50% of ygo men. and i straight up think his character design is rlly cute. scrunkly

least favorite thing about them

CAN WE GET THIS MAN A CHARACTER ARC PLEASE jesus christ. it's okay i have my own conception of him in my brain and i think it's interesting to explore him as a character who kind of got 'left behind' by the narrative yea

favorite line

It has to be ‘My name is Ryou Bakura. I won’t let you hurt my friends. I’ll fight too!’ like! I love that moment a lot like ryou asserting himself and his identity like that should have been the climax of his character arc. special mention to all his wretched fucking dubbed anime dialogue because it’s all the FUNNIEST shit ever. Check his pulse Yugi!!!!! never fails to make me lose it it’s such a stupid thing to say. why did they make him say that

brOTP

HIM AND MAI PRANKING JOU WAS SO MEAN BUT SO FUCKING FUNNY i love that and him being like heyy jou check out my deck full of ghosts and creepy dolls :) they're really funny and good for Antics. honestly i love these kids' friendship group they're the best. i kind of want to see ryou interact one on one with anzu, i think it would be interesting bc i feel like she'd have the lowest tolerance for Weird Bakura Shit out of all of them and also he's like. canonically afraid of girls. it would be funny is what i'm saying

OTP

I like most ryou ships. Untapped infinite boyfriend supply. But angstshipping is my fav :) I restrained myself from rambling about why I like it in my malik answer but like. 1) both insane 2) similar experiences 3) very different personalities that mesh in interesting ways 4) it would be really really funny

nOTP

I don’t really have one? I don’t much like te.nd.ershipping bc that’s not how i read their relationship but i’ve seen it done really well a few times. Sorry this makes it sound like I hate yami bakura and want him to have no bitches. unfortunately this is the case

random headcanon

I love when people hc ryou as a doll collector bc 1) it's really cute and fitting and 2) i collect dolls so it's like. Haha . I do that. He's definitely got a bunch of random porcelain (potentially haunted) dolls but I think he would like some of the weirder fashion dolls and BJDs too.

unpopular opinion

[pulls down the box labelled RYOU THOUGHTS on the shelf in my brain]

i think what ryou gets out of letting yami bakura take over his life is. a fucking break. my reading of him is like 20% projection and 50% that one character chart but he seems to be someone very disconnected from reality, and while not malignantly self-centered maybe not the type to fully consider how his actions affect the people around him. he has the same Weird Manchild energy that a lot of ygo characters have- pegasus comes to mind actually- and man. i just think he's very lonely and doesn't really know who he is or what he wants or how to be a person. he knows he should put up more of a fight against YB but he really can't face school today, okay????

song i associate with them

Mistaken for Strangers by The National please listen to it for ryou vibes that will make you miserable and also a banger of a song. i will draw a lyricstuck w/ it for him one day

favorite picture of them

Weed ryou

weed ryou

[m111nho]

What a shame

What if after you joined the scouts in order to help Eren get through his Titan experiments with the special operations squad you start getting close to the captain whom you've been bickering with all along?

(A/N) I thought about this while listening to "what a shame" by leyla blue so enjoy,,,I'll probably do sum parts lol.So I'm 4'11 irl,I didn't do it so Levi would be taller.

swearing,kind of violence, insinuated smut, agegap

around 4.8k words<3

(F/N)'s POV

It's now been twenty four hours after the stupid trial they held for Eren and we are about to set off for the old scouts' quarters where Eren will be going under a number of experiments.Now don't get me wrong I love Eren but requesting me to join him with the special operations squad to help him get through it? Couldn't he have asked Mikasa or Armin instead?Well I know they chose me because I was the only one of age,still though at eighteen Mikasa is still stronger than me so I don't see a problem with her replacing me.Yesterday's still fresh in my mind,after the trial Commander Erwin and Captain Levi approached me while I was sitting with Sasha.

"Cadet (L/N) can you join us in my office?"I heard a voice behind me say,I turned around and I was shocked.Commander Erwin with Captain Levi were asking me to join them to Commander's office.Oh shit what did I do?

"Yes sir."I saluted and looked him in the eyes feeling intimidated,I didn't even look at Captain,hell he even scared me from what he did to Eren about an hour ago.He beat the shit out of him infront of everyone for god's sake!

I followed behind them through hallways taking a few turns to Commander's office.I was the last one to enter and I closed the door behind me bracing myself for what's to come.

"Please take a seat (F/N)."Said the commander and I awkwardly sat down in front of them.Then I took the courage to look at Captain only to find steely gray eyes looking back at me,however I kept looking at him while I felt my face getting hot.Now that I've taken a better look at him I don't understand why people don't find him attractive,his face is symmetrical with a straight nose and he has a killer jawline.His hair is pitch black and styled nicely and overall he has a good physique even though he is indeed short,he is taller than me by a few inches though.Of course I've heard the stories of humanity's strongest soldier and how incredible he is but to be honest after today I think that he's nothing more than an entitled ass.A very attractive entitled ass.

I turned my head around to face commander and before I could speak he started talking.

"Don't worry cadet you're not in trouble." I let out a breath I didn't know I held. "What we want from you,is kind of a command." he continued.

"Oh." I said and he probably noticed the glimmer of confusion in my (e/c) eyes.

"Well Eren Jaeger will be brought to the old quarters of the Survey Corps under the supervision of the special operations squad led by Captain Levi,"he motioned to the raven haired man who stood still with an expressionless face."And since Eren will be experimenting all the time I thought that it would be good for him to see familiar faces,so we handpicked you to join him."he finished and I was left speechless.

"Sir,I'm sure Eren would prefer for either cadet Ackerman or cadet Arlert to join him,they're all very close."I said and looked up to the intimidating commander.

"Nonesense the reason we picked you is because you're of age and on top of your class." he replied.

"It's actually cadet Ackerman who's on top,I come in second but okay.I will be joining Jaeger and the special operations squad if that's your command."I slumped down my shoulders.

He nodded and started filling me in on what I would be doing there for the rest of the month.

I sighed turning back to see Petra who was talking with Eld.Oluo was talking about something irrelevant with Eren while Gunther was just waiting for Captain's order for departure.I learned all their names yesterday at dinner since we'll spend quite some time together.Eld and Gunther were more quiet and laid back,Oluo was the one trying to imitate the captain so he talked a lot about past missions and himself.Petra was sweet and I could see she admired captain a lot.Maybe a bit too much but that wasn't for me to judge,she was a few years older than me so we clicked.

"Oi"we heard from the very front of our formation,"We're leaving,follow my lead."Captain Levi said with a stone cold face.

A couple of ''yes sir's" were thrown and we started our journey on our horses.By noon we could see the White castle nestled in between the green of the forest.I was chatting with Petra about her Father,he seemed very sweet like her,when captain spoke.

"So when we arrive we'll be cleaning the whole place,got it?" he said looking at me and Eren.

Both of us nodded frantically but I sighed internally.I never really liked cleaning,I found it boring but I always kept my body and clothing clean,I hated the feeling of filth on me it reminded me of the streets.

We continued galloping until we reached the gates of the castle,it was massive.Oh hell no we'd spend the whole day and night cleaning it,the place looked dirty and in no way shape or form fit for residence.

It was now starting to get dark, it's been a few hours since we arrived and we've been cleaning non-stop.Captain ordered me and Eren to clean the whole the left wing.Eren wouldn't stop talking and all I could do is mentally block him out of my head to keep going with the cleaning.A knock was heard from the door of the room we're now cleaning, a second later captain Levi opened the door and I had to compose myself so I wouldn't laugh.He wore a white bandana over his hair and a fucking mask.Both me and Eren saluted.

"Are you done here?"he asked eyeing the room.

"Not yet captain,we still have a room left but we'll get right to it."said Eren before I could speak,I was still trying to hold my laughter in.

"Eren go start the other room and leave (F/N) to finish this, you'll get it over with more quickly,she will join you when she's done."he ordered and Eren agreed,running off to the next room.

I picked up the rug I was working with on the window and started scrubbing, painfully aware of captain's steely eyes on me.

"I don't know why Erwin picked you to join us."a quiet voice said behind me.

"In all honesty captain neither do I."I said not loosing my temper or turning around,I was familiar with his rude remarks,having heard a lot of soldiers complain about it over the years.I didn't hear anything apart from the door behind me close,leaving me alone.

In what felt years later we were done and heading down to the kitchen to grab some food.I caught Petra by the stairs and we walked down to the kitchen meeting an already seated captain.Petra practically run to the table and I flinched at the noise her shoes made sliding on the rocky floor.

"Captain would you like me to make you some tea?"she asked while I sat two seats away from the head of the table.

"No thank you Petra,I am already aware that you know how to make tea.Cadet (L/N) will make some for all of us."he said looking at me and I returned his gaze slightly nodding.Standing up I made my way to the kettle that was already filled with water,placing it on the stove.A yellow light filled the room and I took the tray with the cups,placing it on the table infront of the captain.When I heard the water bubbling I walked over to the kettle,taking it off the stove and throwing three teabags in it,swirling it around and letting it steep.Minutes later I took the teabags out and held the kettle in my hands.Now back at the table I started with the captain,taking a cup off the tray and placing it near his hand.I could smell his hair from where I was standing,which by the way was kind of behind him and a bit on the left side while pouring tea in his cup.I looked down to him and found him starring sight back to me.

"Do you take it with sugar or milk sir?"I asked keeping the eye contact.He raised his eyebrows.

"No,thank you."I nodded and walked around the table pouring tea to every single one of the special operations squad,Eren and then myself.I could see from the corner of my eye captain holding his cup in a peculiar way,instead of holding it from the handle like a normal fucking person,he holded it from the rim,his palm over the opening.Pouring the last bit of tea to my cup as I sat down I looked at Eren who was talking with Eld,Eld was sitting both on my left and captain's while Oluo was sat at captain's right with Petra next to him on his right .Next to me was Gunter at my right and at the far end of the table was Eren.I drifted off looking down at my cup on the table,my hand wrapped around it when a noise was heard from the kitchen's entrance.It was section commander Hange Zoë.They were supposed to come in tomorrow but I guess they were too excited.

"I was examining two titans we caught alive in the city,I would love for you to help me with tommorrow's experiments.I came here to ask for you permission." they said to Eren.

"An experiment?What am I going to do exactl-" Hange cut him off before he could finish.

"What else except of the amazing thing you already do?"

"Well I can't give you the permission, you see someone else in charge for me."he replied and Hange turned to captain.

"Levi does Eren have to do something tommorrow?"they asked and Captain seemed displeased.

"He has to clean the garden."his reply was short.

"Fine then it's settled!Eren tommorrow we're going to collaborate!"they said taking his hand in theirs.Eren looked overwhelmed.

"Yes."he stuttered."But what kind of experiments to you do with titans?"he asked and their face lit up.

"Uhm,what exactly are this experiments?"he asked once again.Then Oluo spoke.

"Hey stop.Don't ask them this."he said and I looked back at Hange.

"Ah I knew it,your expression have away your desire for knowledge!"the captain suddenly sat up along with everyone else and I did the same.I waved Eren goodbye mouthing <<goodnight>>.I felt kinda bad leaving him there all alone with Hange but he asked for it.As I turned to the left where my assigned room was I was stopped from the captain.

"Since Eren will be accompanying Hange, you'll be cleaning the garden.Understood?"he motioned down infront of the window where an overgrown carden was.I sighed, tommorrow was my day off and I really didn't want to spend it this way.

"I'm sorry captain I'm afraid I can't, tommorrow's my day off."I said respectfully and his jaw clenched.

"I see Erwin hasn't informed you about this,that bastard always leaves the hard work to me."he whispered the last part,almost to himself."Cadet while you're with us here,you will not be having days off."he stated sternly.What?

"What?I never agreed to this."

"You don't need to,these are orders cadet."

"Then I don't want to follow orders."I am not loosing my long awaited day off for this shit.

"You see (F/N), you really don't have a choice so go to sleep and be up at dawn or there'll be consequences, besides it's almost curfew."he swiftly turned around and walked on the opposite direction.Great.

As if his orders were engraved in my mind I really did wake up at dawn.Groaning I dragged myself out of bed and in the bathroom,I doubt anyone will be awake at this time so I didn't bother to change off my nightclothes which consisted of a long white tank top,I noticed that the awaited morning cold had hardened my nipples,and a pair of loose fitting pants.I actually stole these from Reiner,he was about to throw them away anyway because of a rip on the left knee.I sewed it up and now it was my favourite piece of clothing I owned.The cold water run down my body and it waked me up instantly,grabbing the soap bar I scrubbed my hair thoroughly.It smelled like lavender.Finishing up cleansing my body,I run the cold water once a gain to rinse off.I reached for the towel and wrapped it around my body,with my left hand I clenched on the material in order to secure it on my body and on the other hand I had my nightclothes.Walkind down the corridor I shivered,I almost dropped my towel when a dark figure appeared infront of me whilst I made a turn.

"By the walls captain you scared the shit out of me!"I cursed forgetting the ultimately embarrassing situation I was in for a moment.But that moment didn't last long when I remebered my appearance.I felt captain's body tense up under the back of my hand.I was practically stuck on his front so I took a couple of steps back,my face now red from the embarrassment of my captain seeing me like this.I heard him clear his throat and he most probably regained his composure.

"Uh change,have breakfast and go start with the garden.I'll be joining you shortly after I make sure four-eyes doesn't kill Jaeger."he said and I nodded sprinting to my room.Unaware of the pair of bright brown eyes that just saw my entire encounter with captain.

Quickly I pulled on my chest wrappings,underpants and a white shirt with my military trousers.I didn't have to wear the harnesses today so I ditched them in the chair near my bed and I laced up my leather boots.I combed my wet hair with my fingers,they fell just bellow my shoulders in a middle part.The kitchen was empty but it looks like someone has already brewed some tea and there's porridge on the stove.I ate quickly,drinking my tea in a hurry and I left the kitchen.The garden was peaceful but also chaotic.It was so overgrown with weeds and it desperately needed organisation,the stone path was also cover in moss.I picked up the water/vinegar solution and a scrubber.I started working on the stone pavement,getting the moss off.

Some time later it was finally finished,the sun now brightly above my head.A few drops of sweat run down my forehead,my hand willing them off in an instant.

"Oi cadet!How is it going?"captain's voice said.

"So now you join me? It's been surely hours!"just breathe (F/N) don't let your anger take over you.He seemed to catch on my anger even though I tried my best to cover it.I felt a harsh grip on my chin,tilting it up where I met his cold eyes.I was still on my knees and his force hold didn't help.

"Why are you complaining cadet?I already told you I'd be joining you when it was possible."

"Couldn't you have joined me earlier,it surely wouldn't take you more than a few minutes to ensure Eren's safety."I spat at him.

"Now brat even if I didn't join you,you still would have to finish this garden.It's orders."he said releasing my chin from his grasp.My eyes shot daggers at him,only if he weren't my boss..."Anyways I'll help you finish so we can start training."he finished.Training?

"Training?Why?"I asked

"Because." he replied and began to pull on weeds from the garden.What an asshole.Having no other option I did too and almost an hour later we were done.

"Four-eyes must have finished now,I'll get the others,you though should wear your gear."

Truly in about a quarter of a clock we were standing all together for training.Apparently Eren didn't have any progress in transforming,now with a bangdaged hand.

"Warm up, we're doing hand to hand combat today.I'm pretty sure you know it isn't as important with titans but as a soldier you won't have to face only those.Hand to hand combat is something you should rely on when times get tough."said captain."Petra you're with Eren,Gunther you're with Oluo and (F/N) you're with me,I want to test your abilities."he finished,I suppose Eld was helping Hange with something.

Everyone got in a line,captain in front of me.I made sure to keep my ground while he was just there waiting for me to do something.I could hear everyone else grunting while they fought with eachother,yet me and Captain we're not rushing ourselves, circling around each other.

"Aren't you going to make a move on me captain?Afraid aren't we?"I said with a smirk and he scoffed.

"It's not my fucking skills that are being tested (F/N) so just start."he did have a point so with all my strength I went in with my right fist straight to his face,I already knew he'd avoid it so the moment he did I tripped him using my leg.He did however notice and he wasn't about to fall down,at least without me.His right hand grabbed my waist and I fell on top of him with a whelp.In my state of surprise he took both of my wrists,rolling over on my body pinning them over my head.I grunted,his smug face inches from my own,he really did have beautiful eyes.It looked as if I was defeated but I had another trick up my sleeve.Due to my years spent in the streets I had to learn how to adapt so I learnt how to slide over stuff,making me very flexible.Carefully, without him noticing I lifted my right foot from under him and brought it over his left side,me now rolling over him,in his now surprised state his grip on my hands loosened.I retrieved full control of my wrists so I yanked them off his palms completely.I grabbed each one of his hands and pinned them to his sides,now sitting on top of his waist.

"Shorty has lost finally!" a voice said,Hange.

"Tsk,you win cadet,now get off me."I did exactly as he said.He walked back into the castle after dismissing us.

"Oh my god (F/N)!Captain hasn't lost in hand to hand combat,like never!"Petra walked over to me.

"Really?"woah."Well there's a first for everyone,now let's go to eat I'm fucking starving."

After I showered and changed again,fucking Levi had to choose hand to hand combat the day I showered,I went to the kitchen to eat with the others,everyone was already in there eating.I joined in the conversation with Oluo about how wall Rose has little to no supplies left while eating.It wasn't so bad here after all...

Since Hange was joining us we had to add an other chair,with us moving around I ended up to the captain's left,a bit closer than I would have liked.I looked at Oluo across from me and flashed him small smile.After we finished I joined Hange to their laboratory,them explaining me what happened today,Eren and the others will experiment more in the evening.They asked me if I wanted to join them but I said no,I wanted to relax for the rest of the day,maybe read some more pages of my book.It was about a girl who was helplessly in love with someone she couldn't have,it was more of a diary to be honest.It tugged painfully on the strings of my heart for a reason.

"(F/N) I'm going to need your help in the library once four-eyes is gone."captain said opening the door of my room and I screeched.

"Captain what are you doing?I could have been bare!"who even does that?

"Nothing I haven't seen before now in about an hour I need you in the library, we're going to organise the books in alphabetical order and dust the shelves."I groaned but hid it with a cough.

"Yes captain."he nodded and left,as soon as he did I fell on my bed cursing at him.

It is now almost night,me and Levi have took out all the books off the selves.We are dusting the inside of the selves but I can't quite reach the top.Being 4'11 at eighteen isn't enjoyable,even the military's shorty is taller than you.

"What's wrong?"he asked,he must have saw me struggling to reach the top shelf on my tiptoes.

"It's nothing sir, it's just that I can't reach the top shelf don't worry though I'll just get on top of a chair."shrugging it off I started walking towards the end of the room where a stack of chairs was placed.

"Don't you dare step on a clean chair with your shoes.I'll just lift you."he said gabbing my waist with both hands and placing me on his right shoulder so easily,as if I weighted nothing.God how was he able to do it? Military training,the guy's probably shredded.No don't think about his body right now what the fuck.

"Uh alright,can you go to the left and as I clean move to the right?"I felt his head nod on the outside of my left thigh and I started moving.When I finished I felt the weight under me gone and in a matter of seconds I was on the ground with a big thud.

"What the fuck captain why'd you do that?"I said while getting up.

"Revenge for this morning."he walked off and towards the door.

"Asshole..."I said quietly to myself,or I thought so.

"What did you say?"fuck fuck fuck.

"Nothing sir."I replied my face getting red.

"Look cadet I don't know who you think you are but addressing your superiors like this is unacceptable."his words came off aggressively but his face stayed stone cold.

"Well I'm sorry but what am I supposed to say to someone who won't accept their defeat because they think they're so damn unbeatable?"I snapped and in seconds I was pinned to the wall next to the selves.

"This is the last time I'll go easy on you brat, I'm your captain and I demand respect."venom dripping from his words,his hands tugging hardly on my jaw.

"I only show respect when I know it'll be returned and with all honesty sir you've been quite an asshole to me today." I smirked and I felt a hand slap my cheek,not hard but enough to make me angry.

"What the fuck did you just say?"his eyes burning into mine.

"What the did you just do?"I bit back wiggling my way off his grasp,pushing him down with all my strength.I was on top of him now just like in training this morning.

He reached out to turn me around with his hands but I took them both and locked them behind my back.I knew I'd regret this later,but I was so damn mad.

"Cadet get off me right now and I'm willing to forget what happened today."he said scowling.

"There's no way in hell I'm doing that until you apologize for being an asshole."I replied smugly.He must've not liked that because next thing I knew I was under him,his nose grazing mine.I could feel his laboured breathing on my lips and a thought flashed in my mind.As soon as it did I pushed it away.

"Let me go!"my voice trembled from both fear and fury.His hand had clutched both my wrists in a tight grip,his other hand under my chin tilting it up so I wouldn't miss his eyes.I felt the steely gaze piercing through my (e/c) one.Without thinking I subconsciously looked down on his panting lips and returned my gaze back to his.His eyebrows slightly raised,his eyes now we're traveling down to my panting lips.I knew what was bound to happen any second right now.He slightly shifted, softening his grip on my wrists,his straight nose moved on top of mine,a ghost of a kiss lingered millimeters above my mouth.I closed my eyes waiting for him to lock our lips but that moment never came,on the contrary I heard a sound of steps nearing the door.Captain quickly rose to his feet,pulling me up with him.

"(F/N)! Captain!"Eren exclaimed.He seemed quite disappointed,I wondered if he failed again.

"Jaeger help (L/N) finish organising the books."he ordered and left the room.

Putting the books back in the shelves a realisation came upon me.He wanted to kiss me,and I was to kiss him back.

Dinner approached and everyone was in the kitchen eating except captain.

"Hey Petra do you know where captain is?"Gunther asked and she shrugged.

"He seemed angry so I don't know,he might not want to eat tonight."

"Why would he be angry though?"

"I don't know but (F/N) you were with him right?Did you guys fight?" Eren interrupted and I wanted to throw my spoon at him.We were great friends but he just doesn't know when to shut the fuck up.All eyes on me now.

"Well we did kind of have a disagreement." I said looking at my plate."It's okay I, I'll get him some tea and apologize."they all seemed content with my reply.

The tray wobbled in my hands,I reached his temporary office.Knocking twice I heard a voice behind the door say <<come in>> and so I did.

His gaze didn't falter when I stepped in,walking in a straight line after closing the door,I placed the tray on the desk before him.

"Sir,I would like to apologize for today's incident,I shouldn't have been disrespectful to you and I definitely do not want to be the reason you don't get to enjoy this evening with your comrades."I said and the bastard laughed.He laughed.I've never seen him laugh.That's when I noticed a bottle of dark liquid on the corner of the window behind him.

"Cut the bullshit (F/N) we both know you don't feel sorry for anything that happened today."he said,now I understand,his laugh was a mocking one.I mean he wasn't wrong,I only said that to avoid punishment.He sighed and motioned for me to get to the left side behind the desk so I did.Standing up from his seat,his palm cupped the side of my neck,bringing us closer.He didn't get to do anything else though because I took his face between my hands and pressed our lips together.I sighed into the kiss.He kissed me back,forcefully,teeth grazing my lips.Bevuase of my surprised state of teeth on my lips he took the opportunity to lift me up from my waist,sitting me on top of the desk and slipped his tongue in my mouth.He grunted when my hands left his face and went straight on his hair,running my fingertips over his undercut and tugging at the longer hair on top of it.Humming I slowly tore my lips from his,placing small kissed from his chin to his jaw where I traveled down to his neck,leaving opened mouthed kisses all around until I reached the collar of his shirt.My hands trembled while I unbuttoned the first three buttons off his shirt,moving the collar out of the way I attached my lips on the base of his neck,where it connected with his torso and sucked on the skin,slightly biting it.I was no strangers to lovebites.He sucked in a breathe.

"Fuuuuck." a throaty moan came out of him.I smiled to myself and continued with my work,leaving a few more marks to spots I knew his clothing would cover up.As I pulled away from his torso,I looked up at him.His eyes were full of lust,just like mine.I smiled devilishly at him,kissing him once again.We left the office discreetly and he led me to his room locking the door,pinning me against it.

"After all I don't think you mind discipline."Oh boy.

Streaks of blinding gold twinkled over my eyes the following morning.My face twisted,turning around I let my hand touch the bedding but instead it hooked over a hard surface.Then it hit me.Shit,shit,shit.Last night me...and captain...my eyes widened.Red faced me looked up,captain was sleeping with his hands under my waist.Moments of yesterday's interaction flew through my mind when I heard a groan leave his red lips.His hands tightened around my waist bringing me on top of him.That's when his eyes opened up and found my head in the crook of his neck.The muscles of his stomach tensed up.I rose up using the sheet to cover my chest.

"Uh goodmorning captain?"I said unsure of what to say.He grabbed my nape and forced me on his hard chest once more.

"Shut the fuck up."so he didn't want to talk about yesterday,okay he's saving me the embarrassment.His fingers combed through my hair and I hummed kissing the surface of his chest.He tilted my head up by my hair,I felt something harden against my thigh.Morning sex?Count me in.

When I was about to make a move someone knocked on captain's door.Panicking I pulled away and covered myself in the sheets leaving him naked.

"Captain it's almost nine in the morning,how come you haven't gotten up yet?"Petra.

"I have a headache Petra,I'll come down once the painkiller (L/N) gave me starts working."he replied.

"Oh,I'm sorry to hear that sir.I'll go and make you some tea."her steps became less and less loud until they were completely gone.

I covered him with the sheets and started putting on my clothes.After everything was on I turned to the captain.

"I better get going,see you later captain."I smiled and he nodded.Opening the door and making sure no one was around I returned to my room.Now what the fuck was all this?

[fritae]

The Missing Piece (Chapter 12)

Closer.

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x f. oc, lov

status: ongoing

read on ao3 here.

a/n: i really like this chapter heh, hope u enjoy! 😚

The staircase leads all the way to basement. I wondered why they would hide such steep, hidden steps in Dabi's office when they could create (much) shorter, more accessible ones from the first floor.

But I'm guessing that's the point.

This isn't supposed to be easy to reach. And Dabi's office is the one place no one would dare enter.

Aside from us, of course.

The basement is completely dark, forcing me to draw myself even closer to Dabi. I enjoy the weight of his hand in mine. He has a firm, tight grip. But just as the thought warms my cheeks, I shake it out of my head.

Within seconds, Dabi turns on the lights.

My eyes widen, taking in the sight before me.

Blood.

A lot of it.

Though it looks dried, like it's been there for ages.

I spot a wall of different sized knives on one hand. A gun display on the other. A shelf of jars, filled with a murky looking liquid and...I don't even want to know what that is inside.

Dabi watches me.

There's a simple, plastic white table in the center of the floor with a large white board behind it.

The place is much messier and less...classy, than the rest of the Blaze.

But I have the feeling it's because it's not meant for outside eyes.

"You okay?" Dabi asks.

I nod, squeezing his hand to comfort myself.

Before the others reach the bottom, he whispers in my ear, "Whenever you want to leave, let me know. You don't have to be here."

"Okay."

"And," He takes another glance at the stairs as the others begin to appear. "Again, Rina. This place does not exist. Anything we say here does not leave this room. Got it?"

I glance warily at the knives.

"Why are you so worried?" I try to smile so he doesn't pick up on my nervousness. "I don't have anyone outside of you guys anyway. Who would I talk to?"

My comment seems to confuse him. "What about-"

"Welcome to the League!!" Toga jumps off the last few steps and swings into full view.

I shoot Dabi a look. "The League?"

"The League of Villains, of course!" Atsuhiro follows Toga, a dramatic grin on his lips. "Only the baddest group of bad boys in town."

"And girls!" Toga calls out.

"League of Villains?" I cackle. "Who came up with that?"

Tenko scowls.

Oop.

Dabi lets go of my hand and motions for me to take a seat on one of the plastic chairs.

I pick a red chair near the board.

"So what is that you guys really do?"

"I told you," Dabi says. "Special services to people willing to pay up."

Given where we are, that suddenly feels a lot more sinister than it did when he first told me.

I look back at the knives and jars in the background.

"So like, a gang? Where you steal things and hurt people if someone pays you enough? Like the movies?"

"Guess you could put it that way."

"And there's actually people that pay for this stuff?"

Dabi shrugs. "It's a niche market."

Woah.

There's a lot more questions in my head, but now is not the time. Maybe later.

As Dabi moves to take a seat, his abdomen brushes against the edge of the table and he hisses in pain.

It releases blood again.

"Fuck!" He grips the skin.

I move closer to him, gripping his hands again. "It still hurts?" I ask worriedly. "Is there anything we can do?" I look around at the others quickly.

"Yes!" Toga says, a little too eagerly.

"What is it?"

She hops over to knives behind us, and takes a moment deciding which one she wants.

She brandishes a short but sharp blade and lets out an excited squeal, as though she enjoyed this.

"Fire please!" She calls out.

What's she doing?

Dabi groans and pulls a lighter out of his pocket. He tosses it toward her, and she carefully holds it under the edge of the blade, running it up and down for several minutes until it turns red.

She's going to seal the wound so it doesn't get infected.

"Lie down, boss," She says in a sing-song voice.

I clear the few papers were scattered on the table and move so Dabi could spread himself over it.

He lifts the edge of his shirt to his midriff, and my breath catches in my throat when I see his abdomen.

The skin is covered in large swaths of reddish purple.

Like parts of it were burnt off...

I gasp.

"These are old," Dabi looks at me. He's watching me carefully, wanting to see just how I'd react. "Still want to be here?"

I swallow my anxiety as I stare at Dabi's mismatched skin. I won't give him the chance to say 'I told you so.'

This must be why he wouldn't let me dress the wound.

He didn't want me to see this.

No wonder the stab didn't phase him.

What else has his body been through...

"Here I come!" Toga grins.

She was all too eager to take the scorching knife and press it to his stomach.

Dabi clenches his teeth immediately, leaving me to hurriedly stand next to him. I squeeze his hand to soothe him, but he grips mine back so hard I think he might break it.

I brush his hair out of eyes and press my hand to his forehead to calm him.

"It's okay," I tell him softly. "It's over."

The others stare at Dabi's wound uncomfortably, like they've been under Toga's knife before.

I wonder if they have similar wounds.

Dabi releases his harsh grip on my hand and begins to breathe slower.

One things strikes me though.

Despite all the pain he's undoubtedly feeling right now, not a single tear drops from his eyes.

I think it might just be him trying not to appear weak in front of us.

But as I look into his eyes, I'm surprised to find them completely dry.

"Are you superhuman or something?" I joke with him.

He looks at me quizzically.

"All of that and you didn't cry?"

Dabi closes his eyes. "I don't cry." He grits his teeth.

I roll my eyes.

Whatever you say.

The others slowly help him sit up straight. I take the first aid kit from Atsuhiro, picking out the cotton, gauze and antibacterial wipes.

Dabi is less reluctant when I try to wrap the area this time.

"You can hold onto me if you want," I tease as I wrap the gauze around his body.

A small smirk appears on his lips. His arm suddenly snakes around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I blush and the gauze falls out of my hands.

Dabi tilts his head. "What's wrong? Thought you wanted me to hold onto you?"

The guys snicker behind us.

I push him away from me, and he laughs as I take another piece of gauze and try again.

"You guys can talk now," I tell them focused on what I'm doing. "What exactly happened today?

Did Mr. Lane find out about the League? Is that what made you a target?"

Dabi is silent.

His silence puzzles me. I look to the others to see if they knew anything.

"Dabi tried blowing up his car!" Toga volunteers.

I frown.

Could this be just because of how Mr. Lane treated me?

No. There's no reason for it to mean that much to Dabi.

Enough to get angry, sure.

To harm Mr. Lane?

Doubtful.

"Why would you blow up his car?" I ask.

Tenko pulls up a chair. "We did some research on him. He's working with some really shady people. And Dabi told us about the whole Todoroki affair."

I shoot Dabi a look.

"They're trying to trick people into thinking they're heroes. That they should be put on a pedestal and admired. There's people out there telling their kids to be like them. Meanwhile they're going around-"

"Enough," Dabi interrupts Tenko. "Point is, they're fakes. They built up their media empires off that fake image. And we're going to expose them."

"But you guys are also doing...you know," I don't know how to say it in a way that isn't offensive. "I mean, you tried blowing up his car. And I'm guessing you probably have done more...if I'm not reaching."

Their eyes harden.

"We never pretended to be good."

I know I should stay silent, but I keep going.

"Right, but you have a double image too. There's the Blaze, and then there's the League."

They shake their heads.

"The Blaze is to funnel money into the League. Yeah, sure it's a front, but those who need our services know where to find us. We can't have masses of people finding out about the other shit we do, can we?"

"But how did this all start? What are you trying to achieve?"

"We just hate hypocrites. We'll help a bad guy to bring down a worse guy. Those that act like angels in public are our favorite targets. I don't care if we have to steal, blackmail, or kill them," Dabi's eyes shine with evil. "Whatever it takes to beat their egos down. Reveal the private faces they hide. Until they're forced to show their bloody hands before the world. Someone like Enji is using Lane for media coverage. Lane is depending on him for protection and cash. We can take them both down."

"What if you get caught?"

He dismisses the question, like it's not even worth his time. "By who?" He scoffs. "Lane? As soon as we take down Enji, Lane's done for. Since he's your old boss, we can give you leeway with how badly you want us to go after him." Dabi says this like that's what I'm genuinely concerned about right now. "Lane's a scared little prick anyway, as soon as he saw me he bounced out of the car and screamed for protection." He laughs like he can picture Mr. Lane's pathetic position as we speak. "But he'll fall. Just like the rest of them."

"I meant the police, Dabi."

The question puzzles him as if he's never considered it before. But the look in his eyes tells me they're even less of a concern than Mr. Lane.

"Don't worry about that," He says. "That's the least of our problems, to be honest."

I nod.

I let them speak uninterrupted for the rest of the night. They have business to take care of, and if I keep asking questions like this, they'll never get to finish. It's enough that they waited all day for me to leave so they could start. Can't hold them up at night as well.

The Todoroki name was brought up several times, among others. It seems strange now, considering Dabi knows it was Mr. Lane's relations with Enji that led to me leaving the company the way I did. Turns out he knows a lot more about Enji than I do.

I try to keep track of the other names as well, but there's so many and I'm so tired, I can barely keep up.

"Here's where Rina comes in," Dabi continues.

My eyes widen at the mention of my name.

"Enji's using Lane for his image. Rina, you said they were working on a movie or something?"

"A documentary, yes."

"We need to make sure that shit doesn't air."

I bite my lip, trying to remember as much information as I could about the documentary. It was supposed to air already. I remember Mr. Lane saying it would be within the month.

But it hasn't yet.

Which means I need to find out more from Al.

"My roommate still works at NNTV. She's the floor manager so she might have some idea of what's going on. I can ask her."

"You sure you can trust her?" Dabi asks with a frown.

"Well, I'm not gonna tell her any details, she's the one that's gonna need to have trust in me, no?"

Atsuhiro cracks his knuckles and rubs his neck. "I don't know, I don't like the sound of that. We have our own ways of finding stuff out so-"

"It won't hurt to try," I insist, looking at Dabi since he's the one that has final say on these matters. "Having 2 avenues of information is better than 1."

Truth be told, I just want to feel useful. I want to feel like I have a role to play, not just that I'm here to "sit and watch".

I want them to feel good about me being here, not apprehensive about whether this was a good decision.

After some deliberation, Dabi sighs. He looks to the others for input. "Might as well?"

"I mean she's here," Tenko says monotonously. "Might as well use her."

Dabi nods and then turns to me. "Just don't be stupid with it. Lead her into the conversation, don't bring it up out of nowhere. She'll be curious about why you're bringing it up. Don't say anything that'll make her ask questions. The more questions she asks you, the more suspicious she'll be."

"Relax guys, I got this." I smile. "Besides, she's a chatterbox. She'll open up at the slightest nudge and go on forever. She's the one that told me about all the.." I grimace. "..issues with the Todoroki company."

Plus, she's my friend! Of course, I can trust her. We've been roommates for years. If anyone could tell me about Mr. Lane's current plans for the documentary, it'd be her.

"So it's settled!" Toga claps. She takes a marker and goes up to the white board, drawing a flow chart with all that's been discussed today. She adds my part last, circling my name and underlining it several times for emphasis, over a big red INTEL SOURCING.

The sight of that makes me smile, like I have a role to play in all of this. I look around at the others but they're all preoccupied with moving things around and discussing their own parts.

The lack of enthusiasm isn't surprising, I mean this is normal for them.

But all I can think of is how exciting it'll be if I have something to contribute the next time we meet. If they'll call me down, and look at me expectantly. I imagine the looks on their faces with glee and the thought almost makes me giddy.

"Okay, are we done here?" Dabi asks.

A bunch of 'yes'es and 'yup's fill the basement.

"Alright then," Dabi grabs a leather jacket from on the wall and checks to make sure his keys are inside. Then he walks my way and grabs my arm.

"Time for you to go home," He says, moving me in front of him.

"But-"

"Now," His eyes narrow. He moves his head in a silent nudge, telling me to turn around and make my way upstairs.

The others watch us curiously, and Toga lets out a snicker at my expense.

"I'm jealous!" She calls after us. "Wish I had someone to drive me home!"

Dabi groans, nudging me to keep moving.

"Bye guys," I wave back at them from halfway up the steps. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

They all wave warmly and I can't help thinking how grateful I am that they trusted me with this.

It feels so weird emerging out of Dabi's office like this, from a secret path that leads deep under the building. But Dabi simply presses another tile in the walls, and the entrance reseals itself, as though it never existed.

We make our way to his car, and I hurry to catch up to him. The height difference certainly doesn't help.

He unlocks the car and slides into the driver's seat. I follow into the passenger's seat and shift awkwardly in my place.

"Where do you live?" He asks as he readjusts his rearview mirror. No sooner had I told him the address, than he revved the engine and sped away from the Blaze.

The ride is quiet for a while. Regrettably so. Dabi hands me a box of disinfectants to wipe the blood off my hands. I wonder how many times he's had to do the same thing before coming into the office.

I fiddle with the hems of my shirts as I try to think of something to talk about. Dabi doesn't seem to be in as big of a rush to speak, his eyes darting from the rearview to the side mirrors periodically as we cruise down the mostly empty highway.

"Dabi?"

"Hm."

"When they said you were gone today, were you really in the basement the whole time?"

Dabi takes a moment to answer. "After I got back, yeah. Couldn't exactly walk through the front doors looking the way I did." He glances at me before switching lanes.

"Were you avoiding me?"

"Partly."

I nod. "Now that I know about the League, do you think you'd avoid me in a case like this again?"

"A case like this won't happen again."

"Okay." I respond quietly. "Cause you know I get worried."

Dabi seems to be deep in thought.

"You worry a lot for someone who's only met me a month ago."

I smile. "Well, of course. We're friends aren't we?"

Dabi spares me a look before switching lanes again. "Right." But he doesn't look like he fully believes me.

"You think you'll be able to handle your friend?" He changes the subject.

"Who, Aliyah? Of course! I told you, we're really good friends and she's the kind of person that loves gossiping anyway. It'll be a piece of cake."

He grunts. "Okay. Because to be honest, that's part of why I wanted you at the Blaze."

I don't know why hearing that makes me feel slightly sad, but it does. "The documentary?"

"Yeah. I mean you work in the media industry. You'd know about that stuff. People like Enji have the industry wrapped around their palms. When you told me he was cozying up to NNTV, I figured you'd be the person to handle all of that for me."

I nod. "So why haven't you asked me before today?" Come to think of it, he even sounded reluctant about agreeing.

"I don't know," He sighs. "Still not sure I want you mixed up with all of this."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not even a member, remember? I'm just getting information for you," I tease. "What's so dangerous about that?"

"That's what worries me," Dabi glances at me, his brows pulled together. "That's all you see it as."

"What am I supposed to see it as?"

"What it is," Dabi gets increasingly agitated, but he tries to keep himself calm. "I'm not sure you're taking this seriously enough, Rina. The closer you get to us, the more at risk you are. The more people that know you work for me, especially what kind of work," He looks dead serious. "The more danger you'll be in."

I roll my eyes. "But no one knows anything about you, Dabi. I've been here for a month and I'm only just finding out about all of this. And I'm sure there's much more I don't know. How would people outside of the League even find out?"

"Same way we find out shit about them. Lane's using his Todoroki connections to supply him with information and protection. They're good at what they do."

My mouth drops. "You mean the Todorokis know about you?"

"Well," Dabi's jaw hardens. "They think they do."

I wait for him to say more, but he leaves it at that. We ride the rest of the distance in silence.

Once we pull up in front of my apartment complex, I try to put a smile on my face.

"Thanks Dabi." I tell him as I unlock the door.

He nods without looking at me. "See you tomorrow."

Those words trigger me immediately and I let go of the handle.

"Don't say that."

Dabi looks confused.

"You said that yesterday and had no intention of seeing me." I cross my arms. "You broke your promise."

"Don't be dramatic, no one says that shit as a promise."

"See you tomorrow means I'll see you tomorrow," I tell him seriously. "Otherwise, just say goodbye or something else."

He leans his head forward against the steering wheel and sighs. "It's just a stupid phrase, you're overthinking it."

I frown.

"See you tomorrow," He gives up. But still, I don't leave.

"I mean it!" He says. "I. Will. See. You. Tomorrow. Good enough?"

I grin. "Mhm, thank you!" I lean over to give him a quick hug before I leave, and he immediately recoils, like my body was made of ice.

"Handsy, aren't you," He mutters, craning his neck to look at me, without getting too close.

I pull away.

"Always have to ruin the moment, don't you," I counter, slightly disappointed. I turn to open the door, and suddenly feel him pull me back in.

"How do you do that?" His voices comes out low and raspy.

I look into his eyes. "Do what?"

There's that frustration in his eyes again.

"Fucking making me feel bad about shit I'd never fucking feel bad about." He growls.

The way he says it makes me blush.

"Cut that shit out."

"Yes sir," I mumble.

He leans his head back.

Then, he hesitantly opens his arms.

I shake my head, pulling my purse over my shoulder again. "Not gonna force you to do something you don't want to do."

I open the door this time, and just as I'm about to step out of his car, he pulls my arm again - harder this time, and I fall back into the bend of his arm.

My heart is pounding faster. I shake my hair from my face to get a better look at Dabi in the dark.

"Why are you so much fucking work," He mutters, his face inches away from mine. I swallow.

He leans forward to hug me closer to his chest. The leather jacket feels surprisingly smooth against my cheek, and my hand finds the back of his seat to balance myself, careful of coming near his wound. He holds me to him for a few long breaths and I smile against his chest, knowing he can't see me right now.

When we pull away, I look at his face once more. But Dabi avoids my gaze.

"You don't have to play along with me," I tell him, a teasing smile on my lips. "I'll only expect more from you next time."

"See you tomorrow," He mumbles, still without facing me. His foot is on the brakes but he's already pulling the gear shift into Drive.

And then, just before I leave for good and with no time to think this through -

I press my lips on his cheek.

Dabi's eyes widen immediately and he looks at me in alarm. "What-"

"Bye Dabi!" I wave with a laugh as I hurry out of his car. I run to the door of my building, grateful for the dark to hide my red cheeks.

Dabi remains in front of the building for a moment, his head still turned my way in shock.

I close the door behind me but hurry to the window, peeking the corner of my head out just in time to catch him shaking his head and rubbing a tired hand across his eyes.

There's no way to describe the relief and warmth in my chest, when he eventually pulls out of his spot.

But just before he can drive off, I swear I feel him smirk at the window.

As if he can hear the adrenaline thrumming in my veins.

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That's my first FanFiction, hope you enjoy it! I'm not fluent in English, so I'm sorry for my mistakes.

Imigrant (Joe X FemReader)

You’re sitting with your son, at your house's sofa, waiting for your husband to back with the dinner.

- Mom, dad is taking forever!. – He says really annoyed.

-Darling, you need to be a little more pacient! – you reply him gently, trying to calm him down but looking into his light brown eyes you see that he's hungry, and couldn’t wait no longer (just as he's dad). – Dad must be in the way home, arriving soon.

You stand up from the sofa and kiss your son's wavy dark blond hair. You move to the kitchen in order to set the dinners table.

As soon as you finish you hear the door open and you husband asking your son to help him.

-MAMA! Dad's home! – Your baby said coming to the kitchen to put the Coke on the table and then taking a sit.

Your husband just did the same, but with the dinner's bags.

-Dinner!! -The hungry kid finally give a big smile - I thought I'll die before having it!

-What have we already told you about this words ? -Your husband said seriously.

- Sorry, dad.

-Just an expression, Joey. Don’t be mad. -You tried to broke the little heavy atmosphere, while you serve your kid.

-I don’t care, that's not a nice thing to say, or play. Death is not a joke.

Joe is rarely angry, by the way, something really bad need to happen to mad him. You need to know what happened that night, but you wouldn’t ask during the dinner to avoid increase the tension.

You all had dinner in silence, your little boy was ashamed and Joe was serious.

- I've finished. – Carefully said the boy.

-Do you want something more, Lucca? – you asked him.

-No, thanks.

-So put you plate, glass and cutlery to wash and go brush your teeth. Mama will soon be in your room to say good night .

As an angel he did what you told him. When he was far enough for not hearing any sound from the kitchen you decided to talk to Joe.

- Babe, what's wrong? – You tried to be carefully as possible.

-Nothing.

-Joey, please... That’s not you! What happened? You left home so happy and calm, then you back so different. – You stop eating to look him right to his eyes.

He didn’t answer to your question, keeping himself in silence till the last piece of his meal.

-I am full. – He said in a very angry tone.

- Sorry? – You were confuse.

- I can’t stand those immigrants. They're trash! Completely trash. Can’t even prepare na fast food order. It’s so simple. Why do they need to be so dumbass??? – He was furious, his eyes where dark in anger. – They just came here to steal our place! To occupy our kids' school, our hospitals and to be one more eating our food!

You couldn’t recognise him. He'd never say something like that. Special to you! His words were hurting you. You where holding your tears, but kept pretending you're strong. You wanted to see how far he can go...

-Joseph, they just mistaken your order, do you really need to act like that?

-NOT! WAS NOT ONLY THAT! I AM FULL. FUCKING HELL!! THOSE ASSHOLES ALWAYS DO THAT. THEY MISTAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

-Slow down, Joseph Francis Mazzello. – You said seriously and angry, you said his full name to open his eyes to the fact that he’s from an immigrant family.

-SLOW DOWN? SLOW DOWN? – He stand up, punching the table with all his strength. – Those Latins are fucking the country, can’t you see? – He said while he came close to you. He put one of his hands in your cheek, looking you right to your eyes – which probably shows him how disappointed, sad and angry you were about his behaviour. He took some seconds, and said after a deep breath full of frustration: and I also have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, I'm definitely fucked.

-No, Joseph, you don’t have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, you have to deal with a immigrant wife. Or ex, suit your self.

You left him in the kitchen and went to your room, locked the door already crying.

-How could he say that? – You said to your self. – Has he forgotten who I am?

You cried your heart out till you fall asleep, completely hurt and weak .

Joe was at the kitchen, so furious that he didn’t wanted to follow you when you left. He just punch the wall two or three times before doing the dishes.

-What happened, dad? – The 7 years old asked him, shy and afraid of his dad's reaction. -Mama's crying .

-We had a little row. – Joe winked at Lucca.

-Why is she crying?

-Pregnancy makes women more sensitive, it’s just that. Don’t worry, she'll be fine. -He gave him a kiss on forehead -Now it’s time to good boys go to bed.

- Good night, dad.

-Good night, Lucca. – The boy was leaving the kitchen when Joe remember to say something important – Lucca! – he stopped and look back to his father – Dad loves you!

-So do I, dad!

Joe finished to organise all the kitchen and went to the living room, turning the TV on. He's watching Fast and Furious 5, when a scene reminds him how he met you. It happened on a Holliday, when he was watching a soccer match at Maracanã Stadium. You were sitting by his side, supporting your team, he got fascinated by you, for his lucky you also appreciated him and accepted his invitation for a beer after the match .

-GODDAMNIT! SHE'S BRAZILIAN – he yelled – Asshole. How could you forget it?

He jumped out the sofa and went to his room, faster as possible. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

-Oh c'mom. -he whispered – Darlin’?. – knocking the door – Darlin’please, open it.

You were sleeping, couldn’t hear him, after some minutes he left your door backing to the living room, he passed in front of Lucca's room and the door was opened, he put his head inside just to check if everything was ok.

Joe layed down on the sofa, without any blanket or pillow. He closed his eyes feeling the cold wind in his light and soft skin.

It was 3 a.m when he felt something warm in his arms, he opened his eyes facing Lucca.

-Oh, sweetheart! Why not in your bed?

- I had a nightmare. I went to your room but it was locked so I down stairs to drink water and found you here, you were cold, dad, then I brought you a blanket.

Joe sat on the sofa with Lucca's blanked on his back and shoulders, he put him in his lap

_ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you don’t know how your father does love you. You'll only understand when you become a dad too. -Joe was trying not to cry. – I really love you, never forget it . Thank you for being so lovely to me . – He kissed his head while hugging him. Lucca is everything for Joe, he could kill or die for him.

Joseph stand up with his son in arms going to the kid's room. There, he layed him first then layed by his side.

-Let's stay together tonight – He said while covering both with the StarWars blanket.

Lucca quickly felt asleep, and Joe took the opportunity to appreciate his son, he's Joseph's spitting image, even though his hair is a mix of Joe straight hair and (Y/N) dark brown curls.

- You're so perfect, Lucca. -He whispered while lovely stroking his hair. -Can't believe I made you. Please stop growing up so fast. – Joe felt asleep thinking about how could his father be pleased to meet Lucca.

You woke up at 7 a.m, your eyes and face were swollen. You were feeling bad, still hurt by Joe’s behaviour and words. You started to cry again, but in silence.

It was 7:45 when you got strong enough to go to the bathroom to pee and wash your face. You also felt a little bit sick and no longer you vomit all your dinner.

- Oh shit! – you complained.

You brush your teeth and left your bedroom. In the hallway you saw Lucca's door open, so you cold see Joe and Lucca sleeping together. You got closer to them, carefully enough to not make noise. They were in a kind hug, Lucca’s head was in Joe’s chest, the scene melt your heart. You placed your hand in your belly, were baby 2 was, with a smile in your face you left the room.

You decided not to have breakfast, but had to prepare Lucca’s pancakes. Definitely pancakes are the boys' favourite breakfast, but you only prepared it for the younger one.

Chilling at the swimming pool area you hear some laughs coming from the stairs. You took a look inside your house and saw Joe playing airplane with Lucca. They were getting closer to you but don’t want to talk to Joe, so you pretend to be watching videos on you cellphone.

-MAMAAA!! – Lucca said in Joe’s arms

-Ooooh – You answer your inside joke. Joe cuddle putting the boy on the floor again. Lucca hugs you – Had a good night? – You asked pulling him to your lap.

-I had a nightmare, but dad helped me. -he said while you were playing with his dark blond waves and small curls.

You kissed his cheek making he smile, Joe noticed that you don’t want to talk to him, but still stand close to where you were .

- There’re pancakes waiting for you, Lucca.

-Yeahh! – He jumped out your lap, - We love it! – Lucca said holding Joe’s hand pulling him to the kitchen. You follow them, and served Lucca just after he sat .

While you were filling the boy’s glass with juice, Joe was looking to you, waiting for something, he was a bit ashamed, but said nothing. When you finish you left the kitchen.

Lucca stop his meal and pick a plate to Joe, sharing one of his two pancakes with dad.

-Now we are the same! – He said happily, Joe felt something hard in his throat, but made a huge effort to smile .

-Thanks, dude.

They had their pancakes, Lucca go cicle in the yard and Joe started looking for you.

-There you are. – he said, trying to sound nice. - Guess we need to talk.

You were ironing some of your baby’s clothes. You didn’t stop to look at Joe, you just ignore him.

-Ok, this way is harder, but you leave me no choices... -You asked God to shut up him – Yesterday was a horrible day, 15 years since my dad left me. – he stop a little, facing the floor. “God, please” you prayed. – I was trying hard to be happy and forget about it, but at night, I was hungry, and the attendants from the restaurant annoyed me, I couldn’t control myself. I am so ashmed. That wasn’t me. I swear. – He was looking to you, waiting any reaction. – Please, look at me, lets talk about it, I wanna apologize, look me in the eyes, please. I hate this. It’s so bad for me, for Lucca and for our baby. Please, look at me, let me explain myself?

You stoped, turned the iron off and looked at him. He was so handsome, his sad face, rose cheek, red lips, not brushed hair, you really want to kiss him and say “its fine”.

-Better, thank you. -He said a little sarcastic when you looked into his eyes- (Y/N) I am so sorry, my blood boiled yesterday I couldn’t think straight. Sorry for everything you've heard, you didn’t deserve. You know, I’m also imigrant.. – You rolled your eyes – Sorry. I love you. I do really love you. Everything you do is great, look at our family, we’re so blessed. I'm the most blessed man in the world, I have my Brazilian wife, our son, baby two comming, both healthy and loved. I couldn’t ask for more. Please forgive me. – He said in a shocked voice – Can’t live without your smile, hug and love, I... -You stopped him

- I forgive you. – You said emotionlessly although you were dieing inside. You noticed that your cold-reply made him a little more sad. -Is this all? -Your voice was chocked too.

A tear stream down Joe’s face before he come closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, making you shiver, he gave you a sweet kiss in your forehead.

- (Y/N) Eu te amo. – You felt few tears falling from his eyes on your skin. He gave you one more forehead kiss. - Você ser meu vida. – Joe’s Portuguese was kinda wrong, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t hold your tears anymore. -Eu te amo.

-Joey, eu também te amo. – You answer, kissing his lips passionately. Both were crying. Joe's hands grip you firm and yours were in his neck and hair. But no longer you had to stop kissing when Lucca arrive.

-Jesus! – Your son's hands were covering his eyes. Joe blush and cuddle. You felt your face heat but tried to play it cool.

-We've finished – Joe said rolling his eyes in a funny way. Your son discovered his eyes -Come here - Joe called him for a hug. Lucca pulled into his dad's arms, and you 3 hug together.

-Thank you, Lord, I’m so blessed! – Joe whispered during the hug. You look at his eyes and saw a little happy tear raising. You smile and also thank God for your family.

[laboratorioautoral]

Prompt: when Arya brings Jon as her date to some Tully cousin wedding everyone thinks it's because she had no one to invite. No one knows they're defiling some of the rooms of the wedding venue.

Fair warning that this one has M content in it. Enjoy the ride, girl!

“Itwas very nice of you to come with Arya.” Robb said while givingJon’s shoulder a friendly petting. He was Jon’s best friend and akilling business man, but when it came to observe his surroundingsand seeing the obvious Robb wasn’t exactly the brightest. Jon triedto play cool as if that wasn’t a big deal at all, he was sweatinglike a sinner in church inside his suite. “God knows these familygatherings can be a pain and after she broke up with Gendry it wouldimpossible for Arya to escape the inquisitorial brigade.”

Jonlaughed nervously as he held his whiskey and tried to play cool withhis best friend. He was a terrible liar and Robb was an overzealousbrother. Keeping him ignorant about the nature of his currentarrangement with Arya was for the best to all the parts involved.

“Ithappens that I’m a decent guy and Arya shouldn’t have to come toa place such as this on her own. I offered myself so she wouldn’tfeel embarrassed for not finding someone else escort her in time forthe wedding. I can always keep her far from your mother’s aunts andweird Lysa if needed, although I doubt Arya will ever need me torescue her.”

“Idon’t get it why you don’t have a girlfriend since Ygritte.”Robb had clearly drunk more than it would be wise to, but if thathelped him to keep his nose out of Jon’s business, all the best.“You are a true gentleman.” Robb said as he poked his chest,before going back to his table where Jayne was waiting for him with asour face.

Hewondered how many times Edmure would get married and force the wholefamily to pretend they believed that this time would be for real.Roslyn seemed to be a fine lady for sure, but that was no guaranteeof keeping Tully to one bed. That was none of Jon’s businessthough. As long as Jon could enjoy the free drinks he was cool withall the wedding extravaganza. More than just cool really.

Aryawas looking his way nervously. She wasn’t comfortable with Robbmaking questions, but that wasn’t the case. Robb was justcompletely oblivious and believing firmly that he had agreed toescort Arya out of pity and friendship. Well…Pity had nothing to dowith that.

Catdidn’t seem pleased with Jon’s presence at her brother’swedding, but Mrs. Stark remained as polite as ever although the wayshe looked at him was terrifying. Arya had reassured him that it wasjust because her mother had hoped for her to present her fiancee tothe rest of the family. Arya had ruined those plans a couple of weeksbefore the wedding by breaking up with her long term boyfriend forreasons Jon would never speak of out loud.

Hemight have had something to do with the split. He surely hadn’tkissed her out of friendship when Arya started to rant about how itwas absurd the pressure she was suffering for moving his relationshipto the next level. He hadn’t begged her to reconsider just becausehe didn’t agree that Gendry was the best for her. No…They hadn’tfucked the whole night just so Arya could be sure of her lifechoices. Oh no…That had been something both of them had beenfantasizing since Arya kissed him under the mistletoe in one of themany Christmas he had spent at the Starks, or at least he had. Jonwas going to hell anyway, so that was a sin he would never neglect.God, had it been worth it?!

Noone else in her family knew the reason behind her actions. Ned hadbeen upset, but not surprised, while Cat was somewhat embarrassedabout her daughter being so different from Sansa while dealing withthose things.

Whateverhappened between them was surely the result of a long period ofdenial and repressed feelings. He couldn’t tell when it started,only when it became to obvious and to asphyxiating to be omitted.Arya was supposed to be something like a little sister to him, giventhat Jon knew her since she was nine and he became friends with Robbat school. They were close, some times too close to make peoplearound them comfortable, but Jon never even considered looking at herin a different way until she started to date a random guy named EdricDayne.

AfterDayne came the foreign guy and then Gendry. With the last one thingswere getting serious and so was his crush on her. It was more than acrush really. Something between maddening lust and pure passion. Aryawould laugh at him if he said it out loud, but he was almost sure itwas love.

“WhatRobb wanted?” She came to him asked once her brother finally leftJon in peace.

Itwas unusual for Arya to wear dresses and fancy clothes, but that wasa special occasion after all. His eyes roamed all over her body andit was impossible to conceal his hunger for her. Hell! He wanted tovanish from that place, tell everyone to get lost and be alone withher in his hotel room. Burn the damn place, make her scream his nameso loud that the manager would end up calling the police.

“Hewas thanking me for coming as your escort.” Jon said before sippinghis whiskey while playing cool to not rise suspicions. “He thinksI’m a good friend.”

“Ohyou are a very good friend.” She replied with a sly grin playing onher red painted lips. “Very good indeed. Are you enjoying theparty?”

“Honestly?”Jon looked at her with utter boredom. “I hate your mother’s sideof the family. Really. I want all of them to get lost and I’m sureI’ll end up murdering someone if they ask me who my parents areagain.”

“Oldrich people have this weir habit. If you visited your father morefrequently, you would notice that too.” Arya pointed before takingthe glass from his hand and giving it a sip. “What can I do to makeit easier for you to stay here?”

“Youwant me to say the truth or to be polite?” Jon teased beforelooking around and checking if there wasn’t anyone looking. Once hefigured that it was safe to get closer to her, his hand restedagainst the small of her back and teased with the idea of grabbingher ass.

“Nothere.” Arya slap his shoulder lightly. “Later.”

“Ihate this place and everyone here but Robb and Ned. This is beingtorture and I want to take you back to the hotel so I can do all thenasty things I have in mind right now.”

“Careful,Jon. You’ll have to fulfill your promises. I’m not sure you’llbe sober enough to perform.” It was a challenge he was willing toaccept and prove her how capable he was.

“Ok.That’s the deal.” He said lowly close to her ear. “Find us anempty room here. Right now. I can’t wait any more.”

Aryagave a few steps back and grinned at him in a way that could onlymean she had a plan. Not an ordinary plan. More like somethingstraight out of a movie and wasn’t she a star after all? It wasonly fitting to her personality.

“Ithink…I need some wine.” She said while waving her hand at awaitress that was carrying the drinks.

Thegirl came to them and passed Arya a glass of red wine. Arya gave it asip while Jon looked at her a bit incredulous about her blunt lack ofconcern for his needs. He had no idea of what she had in mind. Maybeshe would just tease him to no end, so when they got back to thehotel he would be  all mad and angry, just to make thing rough andwild between them.

“Whatthe hell are you doing?” He questioned. Arya’s smile got wider.

“Drinkingsome wine.” She said sarcastically. “It’s really good. Youshould try it.”

“Idon’t want wine.” He replied without understanding what thatscene was all about.

“Youshould really try it, Jon.” Arya insisted as she came closer withthe glass in hand. He should have sensed the danger of her wickedmind, but he wasn’t the brightest when Arya got all of hisattention like that.

Itall happened very quickly. Arya made a face before faking a tumbleand spilling half of the wine all over his shirt. Jon was stupefiedfor a moment as he looked down his stained shirt. He didn’t knowwhat to do at first. He simply looked back at her without a clue ofwhat was wrong with her. Arya made an apologetic face that was aperformance worthy of an Academy Award.

“I’mso so sorry! Come! Let me find something to clean this mess before itruins your shirt for good.” She said before grabbing his hand anddragging him around like a dog on a leash.

Hefelt a bit stupid, but he played along. Jon let her lead the wayuntil they found the Stark’s table.

Assoon as Cat saw what have happened to his clothes, she looked at Aryaas if she hadn’t even been able to find an escort that could handlea glass of wine without making a mess out of it.

“Whathappened to you?” Ned asked first. It Robb was completely cluelessabout what was going on between Jon and Arya, he surely had inheritedhis slow perception from Ned.

“It’sall my fault. I was holding my glass when I tumbled and let the winespill all over Jon’s shirt.” Arya explained with the mostinnocent voice one could ever hear. “Mom, do you know where I canfind something to clean this mess? Maybe get Jon another shirt?”

Catlooked at them carefully. Jon was sure the woman hadn’t bought asingle word Arya had said, but she had no proof to contest herdaughter.

“Theguest’s room on the second floor is empty. You can ask someone ofthe staff to get Jon one of Edmure’s shirts. It maybe a bit largefor him, but it’s better than this for sure.” Cat replied in aneven and bored tone. “You should be more careful next time, Arya.”

“Oh,I will.” Arya grinned before grabbing his arm again. “Come, Jon.”

Thatwas when everything made sense inside his head. That wicked woman!How he loved it when she got them in a bit of a role play. He waspositively feeling like James Bond sneaking into the enemies lair tohave a good shag before stealing something vital to the mission.

Jontried to not laugh at the whole thing and play along with her story.Arya led him into her uncle’s outrageous house. The place waspretty much a palace, or at least something like a mansion frommovies. He had only seen something like that whenever visiting hisfather during summer or a random holiday.

Whenthey got to the second floor Arya dragged him inside the empty roomand slammed the door behind him. She looked at him with a triumphantgrin on her face as she inclined her head to the right just a bit.

“Ithink you should take of this shirt so we can fix it.” She teasedand before she could speak anything else Jon was already pressing heragainst the closed door and kissing her avidly.

Aryaremoves his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt blindly. Jon’s handsearched for the zipper of her dress and opened it half way to bed.It felt like unwrapping a Christmas present. Under the expensive gownhe found her in a set of smoking hot underwear. Something lacy andtransparent that looked inviting to the touch and gave little toimagination.

Shesat on the king size bad and spread her legs wide open. He needed notfurther clue for what do next. Jon got on his knees between her legas Arya laid her back on the bed. Jon gave her belly and open mouthkiss as his hand slid down from her breast to her slippery wet cunt.

Hisfingers sank inside her before his mouth could reach for her clit andgive it a hard suck. Arya let a little cry of surprise escape hermouth and Jon felt her body relax once his tongue started to work onher in sync with his fingers’ moves.

Herbody arched and her breath got labored. Jon could feel her alllanguid and his fingers played with her. Tight, warm and silken,nearly dripping so she could received him inside of her. Damn theparty downstairs and the need for a hushed encounter just to settlehis needs so he could make it to the rest of the day. Damn her familyand all the role play they had been putting up so no one would findout. He wanted Arya to scream his name loud and clear for everyone tolisten. There would be no moments of silence. He liked her betterwhen she would sing her songs of pleasure.

Aryaheld to the covers of the bed as her legs tightened around his head.He felt her right hand on his scalp, pulling his hair and keeping hishead in place. Not that Jon needed directions at that point. He knewhow she liked it. He had learned to read her body to the point ofknowing all of her favorite spots by heart.

Shelet a loud and strangled sound crawl out of her throat and Jon felther tightening around his fingers. Her taste invaded his mouth all ofa sudden and he licked every single drop of her. That was a goodentrance. Main course promised to be worthy of the gods’ mouths.

Jonlooked up to her, all lazily laid and grinning out of sheersatisfaction. It took her a few seconds to sat back in bed andunbuckle his trousers. For a moment he thought she would return thefavor. Not that he would complain if that was the case, but he wouldrather skip the foreplay and go straight to game. Luckily, Aryaseemed to read his mind at times.

Aryagot back on her feet and took his hand. She pulled him to thebathroom. Like a nymph or a witch, her hips swayed as if she wasdancing all the way back to the forest, dragging her next prey intoher cave.

“Whatis the game now?” He asked once they were inside. “Do you need ashower already?”

“No,stupid.” She said before turning her back at him and reclining overthe marble countertop of the double sink cabinet, just to give him abetter look of her ass. Arya looked at him through the mirror andgave a half smile. “I want to get a better look of us as you fuckme good.”

Ohshe wouldn’t have to say it again!

Jongave her ass a good slap and her left shoulder a bite. Arya’s smilegot wider in the mirror as she leaned her body a bit more to give hima better angle.

Heguided his cock inside her deliciously wet cunt. Arya moved her hipsa bit, making it impossible for him to have any other coherentthought. Jon grabbed a handful of her hair before he started to move.Arya had been right, as usual. The image of them fucking like madreflected on the mirror was a true work of art.

Jonmade it slow at first. He wanted to enjoy the view of her boobsshaking as he thrust inside her and savor the moment properly, butArya seemed to be craving for a different kind of game.

“Faster!”She said angrily. “I’m dying here!” He was more than pleased tooblige.

Therhythm got frantic and Arya was so tight that it made it almostimpossible for him to last long. Fifteen minutes was far from beingsomething Jon would label as satisfactiory and he had promised hersomething memorable.

Hisright hand got between her legs to work on her clit once more andArya’s mouth formed a perfect “O” in sign of approval. Jontried to focus on her. Focus in making her cum first. He increasedthe pressure on her clit and pumped his hips against hers evenfaster.

Arya’sright hand reached for the mirror for support as the left arm stoodfirmly over the countertop. She was close, he could tell. Very closein deed. He kept rubbing her clit vigorously until Arys screamedhoarsely and he felt her tightening in a sequence of spasm round hiscock. Jon gave a good look at her face reflected in the mirror beforecumming deep inside her.

Theycouldn’t speak or even breathe properly for a while. When Jonrecovered his senses he gave a step back and let Arya go back to herfeet.

Sheturned around and looked at him like a goddess pleased with anoffering received. She kissed him hard once more before walking outof the bath room to pick up his stained shirt from the floor. Aryasoaked the damn thing in water and had a little soap spread all overit.

“Youknow I don’t care about this shirt, don’t you?” He asked beforegiving her bare ass another smack.

“Youmight not care but, should my mother ask the staff, they will be ableto tell her that I had been trying to wash the wine out of it and ittook me a while to realize it wouldn’t work.” Arya explained witha know-it-all smile.

“Maybewe should just… You know. Come out as a couple already and be donewith it?” Jon suggested while he grabbed his clothes and gotdressed. “Robb will overcome the trauma, eventually.”

“Andmiss all the fun of sneaking into an empty room with you on myuncle’s next marriage?” Arya teased.

“Wecan keep doing it. We would just skip the part in which we pretend tobe just friends. It’s kind of exhausting and I don’t think we areconvincing anyone, by the way.” Jon replied as a matter of fact.“What do you think?”

“Ithink I should find you a clean shirt.” Arya said airily. “But ifthe point of this chat is asking me to be your girlfriend, I think wecan make it official in a month or two. I just broke up with my ex.Let us give my family some breathing space.”

“Deal.”He said it all too pleased with himself before kissing her.

“Weshould go back to the party.” She said.

“Onlyif you promise me we are getting back to the hotel as soon aspossible.” He answered. “I’m not done with you yet, Miss.”

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Louder: part 1

This takes place in the CGW AU, a collaborative universe by @ao719, @speedyoperarascalparty, @cocomaxley, @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. You can find other works from our crazy universe HERE

This takes place before Genevieve and Rashads wedding. It is a follow up to Never give up (a one shot featuring Leo x Alicia) which was basically the birth of this crazy gang. It is very smutty you can find that HERE.

Rating: Mature, smut content inside

The five ladies stepped excitedly out of the suv, it was girls night and they looked forward to this night every week. Each of the girls took time picking and planning an activity, this particular week was Alicia's turn. "Ok girls, whos ready to get shit faced and paint?" She clapped her hands. "I'm ready to drink, but paintin, not so much. I had to paint a gold fish in middle school. It came out looking like an orange turd floating in the water." Stephanie said with a serious expression. The girls bust out laughing as they walked into the studio.

They each took a seat in front of an easel while an employee came around filling wine glasses. "Anitah took a look at the little bit of liquid in the bottom of the glass and spoke up. "Honey, these ladies and I are going to need alot more then this. I'll gladly pay you guys an extra $200 if you keep our glasses full." The employee nodded and took the cash filling the girls glasses up. An instructor stepped in front of the group. "Hello ladies, I am Gwendolyn and tonight we will be painting the Eiffel Tower in the spring time." She pulled out a painting with the Eiffel Tower in the distance, its reflection in watrr surrounded by chery blossoms. "Has anyone ever been to the effiel tower in the spring." She questioned. The girls all raised their hands. "I've had sex on the Eiffel Tower in the spring." Anitah whispered as she giggled. "Sir would you like to paint too? We have an extra seat?" Gwendolyn asked Brad. "No mam, I am here to observe." Anitah rolled her eyes "Brad, sit down and fricken paint."

"Yes, your grace."

Leo, Maxwell and Drake walked into the study joining Liam, Rashad and Bastien. "Who's ready to pay me?" Leo gloated. Drake rolled his eyes "Yeah ok Rhys, we will see who pays who." "Im glad I can join you guys this time, Stephanie is out with the girls and Savanah offered to watch Evie for us." Maxwell grinned as he grabbed a handfull of pretzels and sat down.

Several hands into the game the guys were feeling the effects of their drinks. Drake slid a large bet into the center "what'll it be boys?" Leo shot him a smirk. "I'll raise you. Go big or go home. That's my motto for poker and the bed room." He winked. Liam rolled his eyes "I fold, but im pretty sure we've already established I'm just as qualified to get the job done big bro." Liam gave him a sloppy grin. "Now boys, lets not forget who has double digits!" Drake sipped his whiskey, pleased with himself. Maxwell and Rashad each shared a look, remembering the night they played never have I ever after Maxwell and Stephanie's baby shower.

"Ok Walker, you have more O's, but when it comes to who can make them scream louder, I got that hands down." Leo gloated taking a long sip of his scotch. "You got jokes Rhys, I'm pretty sure Pam and I have got you beat in that department too."

"Now wait a minute, im petty sure Anitah has both of you beat there." Liam spoke up. "Genevieve, has a set of lungs on her, I'd be willing to bet she could give the ladies a run for their money." Rashad interjected. Maxwell giggled "My red is a firey, fiesty one, she is quite loud don't count her out." The five men stared each other down.

"Ok, since all of you think you have what it takes how about we put it to the test?" Leo looked back and forth between the men. "And how do you suppose we do this?" Liam arched hos brow. "The camping trip, this weekend." Drake said never taking his eyes off his friends. "Deal" the unanimously agreed as they sat back in their chairs. "Ahh guys? How do we tell who's louder? We'll need a judge." Maxwell stated, as their heads turned to face Bastien. "Not even an option fellas, I told you already, you're on your own."

The girls were about 7 bottles of wine in and feeling good. They had just about finished up their paintings when Anitah asked for another bottle to be brought out. "Um, this is the last bottle, do you ladies really need another?" Gwendolyn pleaded. "I am the queen of Gordon, bring me the bottle." She demanded. Gwendolyn nodded and returned a moment later refilling the girls glasses. "How you doing over there queen or Gordon?" Alicia snorted. "Greaaaaat! This thing is fucking awesome. How bout you guys?" Anitah slurred. " I like mine, mines pretty. Im gonna make Leo hang it in the bed room... I hope it doesn't fall off the wall though." Alicia giggled.

Pam held hers up in the air. "I'm done, its nothing special." Genevieve snorted "yeah your full of shit, its a damn masterpiece. Mine, well a five year old could paint better then this shit."

Stephanie placed a hand on Genevieves arm. "Nah girl your doin fine, bless your heart. This paintin's so ugly it'd make a freight train take a dirt road." She motioned to her work. Anitah topped her glass of again finishing off the bottle. "Shiiiit were outta wine. How you doing Brad?" Anitah giggled. "No worries, I brought back up." The ladies cheered as pam pulled put a bottle.

"Ah we dont allow outside alcohol in the studio." Gwendolyn spoke up. Anitah shot her a look. "Gwendolyn, Do you know who I am?" "Ah ye- yes your majesty." Anitah nodded "ok then, the bottle stays. Heres some extra cash for your troubles." Anitah smirked. Alicia pulled out her phone to take a picture accidentally calling Leo on video chat.

Leos phone rang Drake glanced down at the phone and snorted. "Hey Leo, sexy wifey is calling." Leo grinned as the others laughed. "A video call. She must miss my face." He pressed the button "hey baby having fun?" Only she wasnt looking at the screen. Leo could see the art studio, and hear the girls laughing. He heard Anitah ask Brad how he was doing over ther. "Anitah get down, your gonna hurt yourself." Alicia giggled. Liam came over behind Leo. "What are you watching?" His eyes went wide at the sight. Anitah walked over to the table in the center of the room and climbed up. She laid down on her side seductively and said "paint me like one of your french ladies." The girls laughed hysterically. The last thing they seen was paint fly across the room before the call ended.

"This is ridiculous!" Genevieve shouted in frustration as she tossed her paint brush, causing pink paint to fly across hitting Anitah in the face. Anitah gasped. "Gen, what the hell?"

"Ooops, sorry." Genevieve tried stifling a laugh but her attempts were futile. Anitah grabbed a paint brush and flung blue paint at Genevieve splashing across her cheeks and hitting Stephanie in the process. "Awe hell no." Stephanie grabbed a hanful of paint and flung it at Anitah. Alicia and pam looked on at the three, un touched by the paint filled fued until Alicia laughed and Anitah took a paint brush and smeared a line straigh across her chest. "You shouldn't have done that queenie." Alicia giggled as she picked up a bottle of purple pain and squeezed it on her head. Anitah squealed as the two started dumping paint all over each other.

Brad came running across the room "your majesty." His foot hit a puddle of paint and he fell on his ass, sliding across rhe floor leaving a brown streak across it. The girls laughed hysterically "looks like ole Brad left a skid mark." Stephanie howled.

Pam sat there drinking straight out of the bottle. "you guys done yet?" She groaned, a stream of blue pant splashed across the side of her head. "Oh, now you've done it." Pam jumped up and flung paint in all directions. The girls laughed and screamed until Gwendolyn came back into the room "what is going on here?" They immediately froze. "This concludes tonight's session, please get out!" She seethed. The girls took their paintings, and piled into the suv. Completely paint covered, somehow their paintings remained unscathed by the paint war.

Liam stood there jaw clenched "Bastien, please inform Brad to bring my wife home, immediately." " Yes sir." Bastiens phone rang as he stepped outside of the study. "Well, it seems the girls had fun." Leo chuckled. Liam shot him a look. "At least there wasn't anyone else there." Rashad tried to make light of the situation. Bastien entered the room "ah sir." "Yes Bastien. " liam sighed. "That was the art studio, it appears the girls have been banned." The men all turned to face Bastien. Liam ran his hand down his face "of course they have." "Theres more." Bastien continued "it also seems they caused some Damage and destruction of property."

"Bastien please inform the studio that we will cover all Damages, also please make them sign a non disclosure form." Bastien nodded and excited the room. "Damages? That doesnt sound like my Genevieve." Rashad defended. "My red is fiesty, but I cant see her trashing a place... Ok maybe." Maxwell shrugged. "Pam wouldn't do that, theres got to be more to this Li." Drake shook his head. Leo snorted. "We chose American women gentlemen. they're hot headed, hot tempered and hot blooded." "My queen has alot of explaining to do when she gets here." Liam exhaled with a clenched jaw.

Finally they heard a loud yelling coming from the foyer. "HONEY WERE HOOOOOME." Alicia screamed as the girls giggled. "There they are now." Leo chuckled.

The girls stumbled into the palace Anitah took off her shoes kicking them across the room, followed by her shirt. "I need a shower." Alicia kicked her shoes off and pulled down her jeans tossing them. "I need one too." Genevieve already had her shirt off and was working on her pants as they climbed the stairs. Stephanie and pam made short work of theor clothes tossing them aside as the five made their way to the royal Quaters.

"My showers the biggest, we can all get in there." She announced as the girls piled into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. "Mmm bop, do a dop a do oop do it up my doo op." Alicia sang. "Ew, did you say do it up your doo op?" Anitah squealed. "Thats not how the song goes." Genevieve laughed. "Oh yeah, you sing ot then. Ok. "Mmbop do a dop a do op do it up my doo op." Genevieve giggled. "See?!" Alicia laughed as the girls joined in singing very drunk and very off key.

The guys walked out of the study making their way to the stairs when they noticed several articles of clothing strewn about. "Well, looks like they're naked where ever they are. " leo smirked. "And covered in paint." Drake picked up a paint covered shirt "this is pams." The made their way towards the royal quaters when they heard the singing. The door was wide open. They walked in and heard the water running. They opened the bathroom door to find all five women crammed into the shower. "Jesus christ they're packed in there like sardines." Drake ran his hands through his hair.

"Heeey baby."Alicia turned to see Leo, her white bra and panties soaked, showing everything. Leo groaned at the sight adjusting his pants. "Why dont you come on out of there love." He smirked. "No! Were showering." Anitah hollered. "Anitah get out of there right away?" Liam demanded. "Are you angry, my king?" Anitah batted her lashes at him. "Anitah." He warned.

"Ok, Pam lets go." Drake opened the shower door he tried to reach in and grab pam but almost touched Genevieves ass. "Ahhhh, shit. Umm pam baby come here." Pam walked closer to the door when drake grabbed her tossing her over his shoulder, he tried to make a run for it but as he turned he slipped on the wet marble floor and fell on his ass dropping pam on top of him. "Shit baby, are you ok?" He held pam in her arms. Pam looked up at him laughing hard a loud snort escaped her. "Jesus, ok lets get you to bed."

Stephanie was the next to climb out, running right into Maxwell's arms. "Come on rose bud, lets go to bed." He took her hand.

Rashad walked over to the shower "Genevieve." He softly called her name "come on, lets go to bed." Genevieve giggled and climbed out of the shower "night ladies."

"And then there were two." Anitah giggled as her and Alicia danced around under the water. "Ok love, why dont you come with me and we can continue this shower together huh?" Leo gave Alicia that sly look that made her weak in the knees. She jumped out of the shower and into his arms wrapping her legs around him. "Anitah. Come on." Liam sighed. She shut the water off and climbed out. Liam gave her a towel "your angry my king." He shot her a look. "I am." Anitah bit her lip "good."

Liam walked with Leo to the door, Alicia placing kisses on his neck, completely oblivious to anything else. "I think I know just the judge for this weekend." Liam smirked. "Uh huh, jesus baby. Li, can you ah, get on with it." Leo groaned as Alicia continued to kiss his neck. "Brad."

Leo nodded his head and quickly took off. Liam turned to Anitah. "You my queen, you're in trouble. " Anitah squealed as Liam chased her through their quaters.

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You looking for ficlet prompts? How about: Shallura getting it on in front of a camera, or they're in an LDR and things get heavy when they're video calling.

((You know, my first thought was to make this a modern AU but then I realized there’s no reason I can’t make it semi-canon-compliant. Also I ran with my “Alteans don’t have clits but instead have deeply-buried pleasure centers” headcanon.))

“Princess?”

“It’s okay, Shiro, it’s just me.” She smiled at the comm screen as she sat up in bed. “I even sent the mice away.”

He smiled. He and Keith were off on a mission in another system. He’d reported in as required earlier, when it was still the day cycle on the Castle, when Coran, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance had been around, too. But now it was night, and it was just the two of them... she assumed. 

“What about Keith?” she asked.

“He’s asleep. Here.” He angled the screen to show Keith curled up near one of Red’s paws, about twenty feet away. The screen angled back to Shiro in his paladin uniform, including the helmet (to feed the sound of their talking through its speakers instead of broadcasting it, she figured). “How are you?”

“Lonely,” she said. “The bed feels too big without you in it.”

He blinked. “I haven’t been gone a full quintant yet.”

“I miss you.”

“Clearly. I just didn’t expect it to be so bad so quickly.”

“Nor did I, to be honest. But it is. It’s as if your absence is a presence of its own, haunting me.”

“I’d be there if I could. Believe me, I’d much rather be in bed with you than out here. For one thing, the bed is softer than the ground.”

She snorted once and replied, with wry mock-annoyance, “You’re just using me for my bed.”

“Well, it is nicer than the single bunks back on the Castle.” His eyes crinkled behind the visor as he smiled. “But I miss you for more than just comfier sleeping.”

She stopped pretending she didn’t know that. “I don’t know how I’ll sleep without being in your arms, or having you in mine.”

He sighed. “I’d love to be in your arms right now, Allura. You know how warm and safe you make me feel.”

“Is that all I make you feel?” she asked mischievously. “Warm and safe?”

“You know better than that.”

“Tell me anyway.”

He cast a glance towards the direction of the sleeping Keith and cleared his throat. “Allura...”

“Please?” 

“Stop batting your eyes at me,” he groused. “Fine.” He did another throat clear as his cheeks started to color, and spoke a little quieter. “You do make me feel warm, you know. Not just when you hold me, but when you smile for me, and it makes your eyes sparkle. When you hold my hand - either of them - and lay your head on my shoulder. When I can see and feel how much you care for me, it makes my heart race and my mind sing and my entire body feels warm and light.”

Her cheeks were getting warm, hearing his sweet words. “And what else besides warm and safe and light?”

“You really want to go there now?”

“Why not?” she asked. “Here, hold on a tick!” She dashed away, leaving the screen up where it was and hurried out of her robe and nightgown. She made sure not to hurry as she came back into view of the screen, knowing that the first thing he’d see would be her tummy, then her breasts, then her shoulders and neck before her face came back into view as she sat. “Now, where were we? Or, rather, where were you?”

His eyes were wide and he licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Allura...”

She bit her lip and he cursed under his breath in English. “Yes, Takashi?” she asked.

He groaned. “No fair. No fair using my name and biting your lip...”

“Please?” she pleaded. She raised a finger to her collarbone and let it trail down the center of her chest, knowing he’d mentally follow it down.

He cleared his throat and shifted how he was sitting. All she could see was his face and neck, but nearly every patch of skin she saw was red. “You’re making me feel a lot more than just warm right now,” he admitted. 

“Tell me.”

He exhaled. “You’re getting me so hot and worked up right now,” he confessed. He tossed another quick glance towards Keith, then back to her. “If he wasn’t right there...”

“Don’t think about him. Just think about me.” She took hold of the screen and pulled it with her as she laid down, letting it hover just above her face.

“You look so gorgeous, with your hair spread out like that. I wish I could be there to tuck some of it behind your ear as I leaned down to kiss you.”

She closed her eyes to picture it. “Mmm, that would be nice.”

“Powder your face with soft kisses, down until I get to your throat.” 

She ran her fingers along one side of her neck. 

He kept talking. “Start to deepen the kisses there, suck on your skin a little, maybe a nip or two.” 

She giggled.

“Run my hand along your side, let it just barely skim your breast. I love being able to touch you. Press my hand against your thigh and push it up, feeling the steel of those muscles beneath your soft skin.”

“Takashi,” she breathed.

“Sucking harder on your neck as I caress your thigh. I love feeling your body beneath mine, next to mine, your skin on my skin... I love knowing you bare so much of yourself only to me.”

“Only for you, my love,” she agreed, sliding a hand down between her thighs. “I want you to touch me.”

He obliged, at least in words. “I’d slide my hand over your thigh and down in between them, ask you to spread your legs a little wider so I can get a better angle.” Her actions followed his words. “Tease one finger around your slick entrance, just enough sensation so you know I’m there.”

“Nngh,” she whimpered. “I need more.”

“I know you do. You’re always so needy, your hunger so sharp. I won’t tease you any longer. I’ll slip that one finger into you and hook it right into that first bundle of nerves there, giving it long, slow strokes as I moan against your throat.”

She moaned as her finger obeyed his narration. “Just one?” she pouted.

“For now. I want to build you up slowly, but you’ll get a second finger soon, as I suck hard enough on your neck to leave a mark, just high enough to peek out over the top of your collar if someone were to look for it.”

She arched and moaned. “As if anyone could ever doubt that I’m yours.”

“Or that I’m yours, my princess,” he replied, voice sounding shaky.

She opened her eyes. “Are you pleasuring yourself, Takashi?”

His were closed. “Starting to,” he confirmed. He sighed. “Trying to keep it quiet though.”

“If only it could be my hand wrapped around your strong, thick cock,” she purred, easing up on herself so she could better focus on him. “Pumping up and down your shaft, feeling the hard heat of you twitch in my hand. Preparing you for when I can finally have you inside me.”

“Allura,” he groaned thickly.

“I love the anticipation of it, of watching you enjoy my hand and knowing that you’ll enjoy even more of me soon enough.”

He simply moaned in response.

“Bringing you near my entrance, teasing us both with just the tip of your cock. I’m so wet in wanting you, my love. I need you to fill me as only you can.”

He bit his own lip now. “Well, if you need me that badly, how can I refuse?”

“Will you be fast or slow?”

“Slow,” he all but moaned. “I want to feel your tight pussy stretch for me an inch at a time.” She whimpered as he continued, “You take my dick so well, your body hotter and wetter than I’ve ever known, and it feels like I’m going to combust but I don’t care. I’d burn to ash and be reborn over and over again to feel us becoming one like this.”

“Ahhh, Takashi...” She loved it when his dirty talk slid into romance (or vice versa). She closed her eyes again.

“Bury myself in you until I hit that one perfect spot deep inside you. Rub the head of my cock against it and watch your body arch...” She was arching just thinking of it, three fingers inside herself now, and she heard him say, “just like that. Holy fuck, you’re always beautiful, but you are a special kind of lovely when you start to lose yourself like that.”

“To you. Only and always to you,” she panted. “And it almost aches to feel you withdraw again, but I know it’s only so you can return again. And it’s so good to feel you so deep within me, the full length and girth of you stroking my nerves and bringing me even greater pleasure.”

“You wrap your legs around me to keep me close, and I kiss you as I start to really thrust. I know how much you love this.”

“Almost as much as I love you,” she confirmed. “I have to break away from your lips to cry out at how good you feel.” She was finger-fucking herself well and truly now, and even if her fingers couldn’t reach as deep as her lover’s cock could, it still felt good, so good to be doing this with him, in a way. 

“I can never have enough of you moaning my name.”

“Takashi...”

“Allura, you’re so... fuck...” He was biting his lower lip hard, and it came back to her again that Keith was right there, that he could wake up at any point and see Shiro jerking himself off to her voice and their shared fantasies, and it sent a thrill through her. 

“Come with me, Takashi.”

“I’m so close...”

“Just a little more, please?” she panted.

He groaned, licked his lips, and said, “You are the sweetest fuck I have ever had. I have never known anyone like you, Allura. And even if I could never...” He had to pause for breath. “...never touch you again, I could never leave you. I love you so much... oh fuck, come for me, princess...”

Her only answer was to arch and moan loudly as her orgasm spread out from her fingers through her nerves and into every part of her body. She was vaguely aware of his voice doing similarly. 

When she fell back down to the bed beneath her, she could hear her lover talking. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” 

She opened her eyes and giggled. “You woke him?”

He was quiet, save for his heavy breathing. Then, finally, “Yeah. I told him it was just a dream.”

She gasped. “You lied to him?” she teased.

“Not entirely.” He looked straight at her. “You are a dream come true, Allura.”

She blushed again. “Thank you for this. I feel less alone now.”

“You’ll never truly be without me; you know that.”

She smiled. “I love you.”

He smiled back. “I love you, too. Get some sleep.”

“You as well. Good night.”

“Good night.”

The screen disappeared and the bedroom light shut off. She turned onto her side and snuggled into her pillow as she fell blissfully asleep.

[freshly-picked-pineapples]

Hi!! this is my prompt! hahaha maybe Touka and Kaneki live in a building and they're neighbors, they live in front of each other so they can see each other through the windows which is really annoying (specially to Touka) so one day Ken sees Touka crying through the window and he decides to go and cheer her up and she is really angry at first but then she just lets him stay haha and she starts to like him but the next day she sees him with Rize and she's totally not jealous hehe

A/N: Took me long enough to write this one. Sorry for the delay! Thank you for the prompt and hope you like it!

Summary: In which Haise brings Touka pie at 2 am in the morning [Human AU].

2000~ words

Pie Day

When she sees him standing in front of her door with that stupid, plastic smile on his face, and a damn plate with a- with a- was that a pie?- she knows. She’d seen him- caught him, more like, when she’d chanced a glance at her window.

Which part, exactly, had escaped him? Was it the part where she’d glared at him? Had the glass between them dulled the glare? She didn’t think so. Or did he take her pulling the curtains close as an invitation?

Great. Now he is ringing the bell. The bell. As if his knocks going unanswered isn’t answer enough.

No.

Clearly, when you spy on your neighbour and happen to catch her crying, you came over and knocked incessantly at the door. Clearly.

Well, she’d had enough. Enough of catching him always staring at her through the window, enough of nodding her head in acknowledgement when she had the misfortune to meet him in the hallway or the elevator. Enough of this knocking on the door and bell-ringing. She is going to snatch that perfectly baked fucking pie and smash it onto his pleasant little face.

She marches to the door and wrenches it open. “Yes?”

He cowers under her glare, and holds up the pie, which, she realizes, is a chocolate pie. “I thought I’d come and introduce myself. We’ve lived here for ages and isn’t it funny?” He gives a nervous little laugh, “And we don’t even know each other’s names.”

She can only stare at him incredulously.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in? I brought pie.” Now would be the time to take that fucking pie and smash it into his face. Except she doesn’t.

Except, this is all so very weird that all she finds herself saying is, “Now?”

“Yeah,” he says, as if turning up at your neighbour’s apartment with pie at two a.m is a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

‘Do you know what time it is?”

“It’s, uh,” he glances at his wrist-watch, “ A quarter past two.”

“Yeah, it is,” Touka snaps, “And has it occurred to you that it is not polite to knock on a stranger’s door at this time in the morning?”

“But you are not a stranger,” he actually sounds puzzled.

Touka stares.

“We see each other all the time.”

“You just said you came over to introduce yourself.”

“Yea, well,” he shrugs, “And I brought pie.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a delicious pie,” he said, “And you like pie.”

“How do you know I like pie?” she narrows her eyes.

“I’ve seen you glare at me. You’re always glaring at me. But you look so angry when you see me eat pie,” he smiles again. Why is he always smiling? She wants to punch him in the face.

“I don’t glare at you,” Touka says, glaring at him.

“Yes you do.”

“No, I don’t.” Maybe she did. “Well, maybe I do. But because you are so annoying with your loud music and who the fuck bakes pie in the middle of the night?” she throws up her hands, “I can’t even keep my curtains open because of you. Because you’re always there!”

“I can’t help it if my apartment is next to yours,” he gives a helpless shrug.

Touka rolls her eyes.

“Go away,” she tells him.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“No.”

“I brought pie.”

“I don’t want pie.”

“But you like pie.”

What happens next really is not her fault. She doesn’t really think it out, not really, but there is only so much a person can handle, especially at two in the morning after a very upsetting day. So she grabs the pie from his hands, and with all the force she can muster, slam into his face.

Except that, instead of harmlessly spattering his face with pie, there is a sickeing crunch and a muffled cry of pain. He staggers back on impact and lands on his bum, and she can see a trickle of red sliding down his jaw that is clearly not pie.

“Oh.”

The pie tray clatters on to the floor, and although she cannot see most of his face, there is blood trailing down his neck, and his hands are over where is nose should be, except it is covered in chocolate and pie-crust and- and oozing what looks like blood.

“Are you- are you okay?” Oh god. What have I done?

“Geb be Dappids.” His voice sounds weird. Distorted.

“What?” Touka isn’t sure what he is saying. 

He makes a wild gesture with his hands, and then she understands. She runs into her apartment and grabs a box of tissues. He dabs the worst of the pie filling off his face, she can see that his nose is bent at an odd angle.

“I’m sorry,” Touka says. Her hands are shaking, and she feels so, so bad. “I’m so, so sorry.” She hands him another wad of tissue to press against his bleeding nose. “You can use my bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll call an uber. We’ll go to the hospital, and I’ll pay your hospital bills. I’m really sorry. I didn’t think-”

“Daz obey,” he waves his hand in a reassuring manner, but all Touka can think is how she has assaulted someone again. She should have just thanked him and taken the damn pie.

In the end, it turns out he is very adept at dealing with broken noses. He borrows ice from her freezer and later, fashions a splint from a piece of plastic which he carves into shape with a knife, and sticks onto his nose with scotch tape. By now, his bruises are standing out in angry blacks and blues and purples. There is a shallow cut across his jaw, mirroring the line of the tin tray.

All in all, it makes Touka feel very bad about it all. She cleans up the hallway and washes the empty pie tray, and then offers him mint ice-cream, which is the only thing she has in the fridge. She feels even worse when he shakes his head no, points to his own apartment, and walks out. After he’s gone, she peeks out through the curtains, watching as his living room light switches on and he walks in, until it switches off again as he walks into his bedroom.

The next day finds her peering through her curtains again every few minutes, only to see him sprawled out on his couch. She makes him a sandwich, peers through the curtains again, and promptly decides against it. In the afternoon, she makes him coffee again, and drinks it. By dinner time, she thinks she has finally mustered up the courage to carry the plate she’d prepared (sandwiches again), and properly apologize. She looks through the window again, to check if he is up and at home, and stops.

And stares.

Standing across from him, talking animatedly, is a woman Touka has never seen before. He’s sitting up now, and she can’t see his face because he is looking down at something. The woman moves around the room, still talking, her long, purple hair flowing behind her.

How come Touka had never seen her before? He’d done pretty well for himself, hadn’t he? The woman looks ridiculously pretty. All the better then. Touka wouldn’t need to be responsible for taking care of him now. All she had to do would be go over, apologize and explain to the woman why her boyfriend’s nose is broken. Easy. Doable. Not a terrifying prospect at all.

Suddenly, the woman turns to the window and points straight at her. Touka scuttles back and quickly adjusts the curtains back into place, but not before she catches the both of them looking at her.

Whelp.She just couldn’t seem to stop embarrassing herself, could she?

Should have just taken the damn pie.

Like the coward she is, Touka waits until the woman leaves. In fact, she waits several days just to make sure the woman is truly gone before she makes another attempt at apologizing. She must have waited many several days because when he opens the door, she is greeted with a smooth face with clear skin and no evident bruising. His nose splint is gone and it looks perfectly well aligned.

She stares.

“Hello,” he says pleasantly. 

“Hi,” she forces herself to smile. It feels unnatural to smile at someone you are so used to frowning at. “Your face looks nice.” She wants to punch herself in the face the moment the words are out of her mouth. 

“Thank you,” he says, looking way more amused than he has any right to.

“It looks healed,” she says, feeling the need to elaborate, “your nose doesn’t look broken anymore. And the-” she gestures to her face- “are gone.”

“Yeah,” he says, still looking amused, “it’s been almost three weeks since you hit me in the face.”

Touka feels her face burn. He just had to bring it up, didn’t he? No subtly at all, had he?

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves his hand. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yeah,” says Touka, “yeah, sure.” 

His apartment is much bigger than hers, and looks, for the most part, more expensively decorated. There are more potted plants than her window would suggest, and all of the furniture she can see matches; all sleek black marble and glass table tops and little hints of colour. Except, she isn’t sure she finds the paintings on the wall tasteful at all. She can’t pin-point exactly what she finds unsettling about the pictures, but it is there. Perhaps it is that they are all of weird giant insect-like things, or maybe it is the colours that are used.

It suddenly dawns on her that she doesn’t even know his name. That he could as likely as not be a serial killer. And hadn’t she just given him reason to kill her by breaking his nose? Where was his girlfriend anyway? Touka hadn’t seen her since that one day either.

“Would you like some dinner?” his voice makes her jump. 

“N-no,” she stammers, and then immediately says, “Yes, thank you.” She’d already worse than offended him by refusing his home baked pie, and then breaking his nose with it. 

He moves to the kitchen where there is a pot of steaming.. something, which she realizes is pasta when he ladles it onto two plates. Sauce from another pot follows, finished off by freshly expertly grated cheese(how can someone look so professional while grating cheese?) and two springs of mint cut off from one of the plants on the kitchen island. Because, of course, he had to have fresh herbs lying around. Touka resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but didn’t quite succeed. 

The pasta is the best home-cooked pasta she’d ever had. Judging by the taste and the finesse with which she’d seen him handle everything in the kitchen, he was a terribly good cook. Perhaps a chef, then, and not a serial killer, she thinks as she tucks into her lunch.

“What’s your name?” he asks conversationally, sitting on the chair adjacent to her. “I still don’t know your name. I’m Haise, by the way.”

“Touka,” she says around a mouthful of noodles. Then, after a pause, adds, “I’m really sorry about what happened. Thank you for not pressing charges.”

Haise laughs. “Don’t worry about it, Touka-chan.”

“Thanks,” she mutters, not looking at him.

“You’ll make it up to me if you come to the annual dinner night at my office,” he offers with a smile.

“What?” 

“Would you like to go to a dinner at my office, to make it up to me?” he repeats. She decides she doesn’t like the teasing smile on his face.

“Not really,” she says.

“Perhaps lunch, then?”

“Don’t you have someone to take to these things already?” she asks before she can help it.

“Not really,” he shrugs, “I could ask my ex-wife, but she’d probably throw more demands in my face. She’s already getting more than half of my money.”

“Ex-wife?” What?

“The one you were staring at a few weeks ago, remember?”

“Oh,” is the only intelligent thing she could manage.

“So?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you go with me?” he grins at her. It is incredible how well his face had healed.

“I already have a boyfriend,” Touka lies, although she doesn’t know why. 

“You can go as my friend,” he says, still grinning, like he knows she is lying.

“Fine.”

“It’s a date, then.”

“It’s not a date.”

[isaiah-lee]

HE WANTS TO MEET 雨水, SVEA, RASHIN, MAEVE.

CHIARA: Hiram knows what he has to do, always. He knows what he wants but Chiara could not always understand. Just like this time right now, he did make Chiara come all the way from her filming in New York back to Jakarta, saying that there is something Hiram needs to inform. She has no reason to say ‘no’ to him—no, she has no power to say ‘no’. Hiram has it all over Chiara. And so there she is, walking towards the building that she is supposed to call home. Despite of being so hesitant to come, she doesn’t want to add any more trouble.

“Is Dad home, Rue?” She asks to one of the maids of the huge mansion.

“He says that he will be home in ten minutes, Miss.” Chiara emits a soft smile as she nods lightly and soon, she makes her way to the living room.

ISAIAH:

Ever since he was born, the status as heir of the throne never encumbered him. It does make him more mindful of future life. Nevertheless, no matter how good he is in outlining his future life. Rather than relying on his master plan, the man followed whatever his father asked him to do, just like this occasion.

Isaiah sat on the couch in the living room, spare hours with readings, folding himself into belligerent silences on the book. However, he catches some conversation among maids about the arrival of his sister, Chiara, from New York.

"You come?" The man said to Chiara. Without letting his reading moment unbothered and stoic, his slender digits prying open one of the paper on the book.

DRE:

"fuck. let me go!" dre trying to get those flirty hands of hiram's bodyguards off him. he can't believe they're really coming to his place when dre said no about coming that day.

he taps his clothes and fix it as they let go of him. he saw the conduct coming with separate car.

"i can walk by myself. give me fucking personal space." he barks again when they finally let him go but walking so close behind him.

"i will fucking kill all of you." they finally back off when they arrived in the living room, making sure dre wont be running away anymore. dre gaze caught both his big sister and big brother already there. he frowned when he see the sight of them.

he hates this family gathering already. he want to leave.

YVAINE:

Yvaine giving her best look as she’s came out through the car. Issa told her this morning that Hiram wants his children gather up at the house. She refused at first, but knowing her siblings will come, she couldn’t even resist.

The fact, she missed them too much.

Being the (unplanned) youngest born, people might think her family spoiled her like much, but not for Yvaine. Since she was born, everything is settled, she doesn’t have good relationship with her parents. They never really there for Yvaine. At least, her siblings is there for her. It’s all that matter. Now, her brothers and sister already sitting peacefully at living room.

”What a beautiful day.. Hi, Cici. Hi, Koko.” She greet them with her gummy smiles shown.

CHIARA:

Will this be another awkward meeting again? She doesn’t know. She has completely zero idea about what’s going to happen. “Yes, here I am, dearest brother.” Said her as soon as she heard the familiar sound from her older brother, Isaiah. “Miss me much?”

Dre looks like he needs to spend extra energy to be there, Yvaine and Isaiah on the other hand, they look rather calm as always. Isaiah as Dad’a favorite and Yvaine as the most delicate and loving little sister. Unlike Chiara, the scandalous, rebel daughter of Hiram.

“You guys are here, too? Interesting. Was it Dad or Mom that you would be meeting today?” Chiara emits a little—rather suspicious—smile on her visage. “Or,” she pauses for a brief moment as she sits on the couch, not so far from where Isaiah is sitting on.

“Is it the four of us that Dad wants to meet? That sounds even more interesting.” She smiles for once more as her eyes are glancing at the three of her siblings one by one. She has this feeling that there will be something.

ISAIAH:

"And your scandal? Not my cup of tea." No matter how Chiara tried to be nice to him, but his eyes never left the book because, for Isaiah, the whole scandal she created had to make his work a little bit striving, which he didn't like. However, his little brother's unique entrance made was successful in caught his eyes. A slight impose grin showed. He believes that if Dre cooperated with the family, everything would be much more lenient for him than appear as pathetic as he is now.

The book he had been reading had closed to witness the rare view in front of him, his complete family without any missing. Isaiah was reluctant to comment on Chiara's question and let them figure out why Hiram gathered them all here.

DRE:

dre trying to ignore how his siblings reaction when they saw him. his fist tighten trying to not explode yet from annoyance. dre choose to sit far away from the others. his frowns soften when he saw yvaine arrived and join them.

dre smiles when she greet them but his face frowning again when he heard chiara start speaking.

"like i care. i don't." dre mumbles in annoyance, he look around the house trying to find the figure they're waiting for but no one is showing.

"i just know he want to announce something and i should show up here. i never thought he will actually gather all of us." dre continues, he can't believe that they have little chit-chat.

YVAINE:

The high tension filling up the house, Yvaine knows something like this will happened if the four of them sit on the same room together. She sit next to her older brother Isaiah, still giving a space between them.

“Chill out, everyone. Perhaps, our parents just missed us——been a while since we’re sitting here together.” Said Yvaine, to cooling down the tension. Perhaps, she’s the only daughter of Hiram who mostly think in a positive way.

The fact she knows, it won’t happen. That must be something important to announce, or one of them did something caught his attention. While she sip a tea who served from the butlers, their parents walking through the living room.

“Here, they are..” Said Yvaine.

CHIARA:

She scoffs upon hearing what her little brother has to say. “Come on,” she pauses as she grabs the glass in front of her and takes a sip of it quickly. “It’s not like this is our first meeting, anyway.” Chiara has a way of trying to converse with her siblings. Although most of times, especially when each one of them are living alone by themselves, sentences could sound rather sarcastic when it slips past Chiara’s lips.

“Yes, love. Perhaps they just miss us.” She smiles right after Yvaine speaks her words. Hiram and Amaia make their entrance, the maids are bowing down as they walk. Amaia sits on the couch just where she would usually sit whilst glancing as it takes turn from Chiara to Isaiah, Dre, and finally Yvaine. Hiram looks thrilled, it is clearly shown.

“You guys are here.” Hiram begins to say something. “Did you enjoy your trip to New York, Chiara?” She doesn’t expect that, actually, to be the first that he aims in opening the meeting.

“I did,” “I will head back there as soon as we finish this meeting.”

“Don’t rush it. We have just met again after two weeks straight.” Hiram smiles, doesn’t look genuine in her eyes.

“Before anything, is there any good news that might cheer me up even more today? Look at us, we are finally together.”

ISAIAH:

The question given is the one thing he was waiting for in this meeting. To brag about his achievement, to show that he is not left behind. Isaiah began to adjust his seat, then took the cellphone on the table.

"This morning, I got the company last year reports. With a 52 percent increase in sales to $345 million, our net income nearly doubled than 2019. Propelling us to the top 100 listed companies in the Asia-Pacific region with annual revenue of less than $ 1 billion, according to Frobes Asia." His sudden speech is subsequently interpreted as arrogant, but in context, it more likes to prove to his father that he is fulfilled his desire to strive better than before. Then his eyes staring at his family, who stares at him. No matter what's going within their thoughts. He is satisfied with his achievement report. "Surprise." Again Isaiah leaned back on the sofa with a triumphant smile on his face.

"And you know, that wasn't enough, right?" Isaiah knew that his father's disgruntled expression would come, but Hiram hates excuses, so he prepared something else. "I know. That's why I called the Frobes Asia's association to see how the competitors are doing their job and make sure the company reach the top before even you realize it, Father." A satisfied smile crossed Hiram's face, feeling proud of the results he had built for Isaiah over the years.

DRE:

dre rolls his eyes as hiram show up along with amaia. dre doesn't even fix the way he sit and just watch both of them greet all of them. of course hiram ask chiara and isaiah be talk brag things about what he did with the company that honestly dre have no interest listening but he secretly list them in his brain. somehow it's fueling anger inside him.

"and how about you, aldrean casimir lee? are you happy with the special pick up i gave you?" hiram moves his gaze to the younger son.

dre grinds his teeth and he trying to calm himself but he end up giving too much reactions again. dre stood up and shooting anger, "stop doing it! you can't force me. i can report you!"

"aldrean lee, don't raise your voice infront of your father." amaia warn him and dre stop himself. he throw his gaze somewhere else and return to sit down.

"i see you still lack of manner. i heard you were praised for your manner in the university. why don't you show me about it?" hiram ask his son again but dre still being dre.

"i don't have anything to please you." dre still being stubborn. good thing hiram decided to move on.

YVAINE:

Yvaine knows exactly where this conversation goes, when they’re together Hiram must be questioning the achievements from his kids. Isaiah always bring his successful achievements, like always and definitely made Hiram proud. Different from Dre, he doesn’t even care whatever their parent sain, since she knows Hiram must send his bodyguard to drag him to the house. Poor Dre, she loves her sister and brothers so deeply but she doesn’t like the way their parents treat them differently.

Hiram shakes his head after hearing the answer from Dre, and before his eyes staring at her brown eyes.

”He still lack of manners, I see.” “How about you, our dearest Yvaine? There must be something good we’d like to hear.“ He continued. She smiles widely. She could see clearly the way Hiram trying to act ’more’ care to Yvaine, while he doesn’t. Amaia must asked him to do. “I’m on top of JFW list this year. I will meet Miss Anne tomorrow for fitting. My schedule quite busy this month..“

“Then, I have photoshoot with Dior the day after tomorrow for April issues. I’ll send the magazine to both of you sooner. I hope it’s satisfied you enough.“ She added, before a little smiles paint on Hiram face. She knows, even a smile achievement never be enough.

CHIARA:

Alright. Now everyone is bragging about the achievements and Chiara could not get more nauseous. Sure, that one make Hiram smile a lot, of course. Amaia carelessly sipping on her drink whilst listening to her children’s update of—she is not really sure of.

“We are all grownups, is it a necessity to talk about this now?” Chiara snaps and she knows that would mean receiving a glare from the rest of the family members yet she doesn’t really care about it.

“If yes,” she stops midway as she fixes her position. “I’m doing my new project. It’s like a series for the flix site and it is like big, big. I wonder why didn’t brother mention about it, but,” she stops as she takes her time to sip her drink.

“I’m going to have a meeting for the Art State.” She smiles.

“Please anticipate upcoming auction, or simply anything that my not so small business will be holding.” Hiram claps, literally and genuinely feeling slightly proud of his children. Or at least that is what Chiara could think of.

“Isn’t that sweet, everyone?”

“That is of having my blood running through your vein. Owning the name of The Lee should be that way.” “Now, kids,” Hiram grabs a glass of his favorite wine and continues.

“We are going to hold a dinner and perhaps a charity event. With your grandpa, of course,”

“I want you guys to tell him exactly like what you have just told me.”

“And in the mean time, do something so you could brag more.”

(Here we go again.)

Chiara knows how things are about to go down.

ISAIAH:

Hiram's greed is, of course, nothing new to Isaiah. All his life, he witnessed the burning desire and passion, even from the moment he was born. His eyes were tracing everyone in the room, maybe, just maybe, if the greed didn't subsist, everything could be much warmer at the moment. But, it's better not to regret the past.

His attention shifted towards Hiram, then revealed a faint smile that exhausts himself every time he does so. However, he always did it no matter what. "Sure, don't worry, Father. You have great kids." He threw a mock-glare at his brother for a second. Amaia notices that Isaiah threw a suspicious gaze at Dre, which might provoke his brother to detonate again. "Isaiah Lee." She warns. A fit of chuckles escaped through his lips, applying sarcastic remarks, teasing his brother. "Whatever, we will make you proud, Father. No matter what."

DRE:

dre grinds his teeth. he clenched his fist trying to ignore the pressure his family brought into him. dre doesn't like this. he didn't want to be any part of this but he can't do anything about it. he glare at his brother and hiram with hate. he want to just throw a punch and start a fight but that's only gonna make things worst. he should show them that dre isn't a problematic kid anymore.

he isn't he kid who have anger management issues.

"i'm busy with my jobs. my students will have their final soon and there's a lot of competition where i need to assist them." dre says trying to get away from whatever plan hiram is having.

"put those plan aside, aldrean lee. this gathering is more important than that." hiram said to him.

"no. never." dre response and he could feel hiram is staring at him. dre know that he will do something about it but he won't let him.

YVAINE:

The tension is high again. She really knows Dre will refused to have a family dinner either charity event. But she also knew, her father didn’t accept a ’no’. She’s staring at her father who’s about to be mad again.

”You, and your selfish ass, did not change at all— how could you say no to your father?” Hiram rising her tone, and she hates it.

”Father, I’ll make sure Dre will come with me. I can guarantee you.” ”Come with me, okay Ko?” She moved her seat beside her brother.

Either this is a bad idea or no, Yvaine just couldn’t stand with the hatred that Hiram will throw any hatred to Dre. She just want a peaceful day with her family, her works already stressed her out, so this day can’t get any worse. She holds Dre’s arms as she smiles over him. Dre must know about what she’s doing, her eyes tell everything.

CHIARA:

The only one who’s sane enough is clearly Yvaine. Isaiah, no matter how old that one man gets, he sometimes just can’t stop trying to pick up a fight with Dre. And Dre, knowing the temper of his father, he keeps on trying to provoke him with his rude behavior. Well, that is how Chiara sees it. Right now, all she wants to do is to leave the house and go back to New York. She doesn’t care about anything else because Hiram is already stating what he wants. This meeting is supposed to be done by now, isn’t it?

“Can’t we all agree that we are old and mature enough to know what we need to do?” Chiara finally says something after a few minutes of trying to listen to every conversation.

“And as much as Dre doesn’t like it, I believe he knows what to do.” “Right, brother?”

She knows Dre hates it when Chiara speaks that way, being the all-knowing and such. But she did that for the sake of not getting any more headache. Not just for her but the rest of the siblings.

“Then show me.” “I’m holding on to your words, Chiara Lee.”

Hiram sounds very much intimidating and Chiara agrees to that fact. Yet she doesn’t want to show it, so she plays it cool.

“Sure.” “We are The Lee, after all.” “We need to act like one.”

ISAIAH:

It is a pretty notion, in truth; however, the one who said it all, Chiara. "See yourself, young lady. Mature enough?" The corners of his lips curling up, disbelief. "Well, you better to hold into her words firmly, Father." Isaiah's smug face was quite demure at the moment he said that.

His eyes glanced at Hiram, who was leaning back to the sofa and evidently expecting him to explain more about things to brag in the future meeting with Graham.

"Jakarta Times. After five years, they boycott our artists. We finally came to a final agreement." Hiram adjusts his position upon hearing the explanation of Isaiah.

Jakarta Times has been The Lee Entertainment's sworn enemy. They exposed a few scandals when it's out of hand. The company understands the dirty way of work culture happens in Lee Entertainment. However, the power they hold is barely more substantial than Lee Entertainment itself. But, many idealistic workers thought that even though small numbers, they could shut down Lee Companies. In fact, this persistence of them has triggered the company several times. But now Isaiah came to give to the end of the predicament.

"My three-year strategy is a success. After we acquired their subsidiary company, in three years, they have struggled with debt. After I was personally asked to abandon the paper and started to focus on the digital media, it gave them a punch that destabilized Jakarta Times. And they are announced to end its production by the end of March and has filed for bankruptcy."

Everything that Isaiah tells may go far to explain the smile, whichever lurks about the corners of Hiram's lips. He could no longer keep his lips from arching upward in triumph.

"That's a good one. You have to present both to your Grandpa in Kingstate. Keep it good work."

"However, I would keep an eye on this case until I see them close the company right in front of my eyes. If the public found out, they might start to open funding or whatsoever to keep the company on the track."

"And would you be able to shut them down before Kingstate?"

"Sure, Father."

DRE:

a tint of reddish blush creeps on dre's cheeks. he look away as yvaine moves closer to him and calm him down. it's embarrassing how this family could affect him in a very weird way. now the girls trying to persuade him, not only his mom, yvaine, even chiara.

dre choose to just shut himself not talking further because he only might sounds stupid if he start speak again. he still didn't want to go, he don't want to please the old man or this family. after all this time why does he still invited to this family gathering although he never wish to be invited. when isaiah start talking again, dre only want to block his ears. he isn't interested in whatever his older brother doing but lowkey, he do take notes about it in his mind.

can this guy fail once? it's getting annoying that he keep on doing things so well. in the end, dre choose to watch things outside the house. oh, did mom plain a sunflower? he never saw that.

YVAINNE:

Clock is ticking yet Isaiah still explaining this and that to their parents. While her and the other siblings, wanting this meeting to be done sooner. Yvaine already knew that for years, Jakarta Times is the only media who kept spreading false rumor about her. The point is, they hate her and according to her informant, they are willing to do everything to make her look bad. But, she's Lee after all. Jakarta Times messing around with wrong family.

"I hope all of you able to make our family proud. Like Isaiah. He must be inspired you, that's what I want." Said Graham, with his eagle eyes on each of us. To be frank, she hates when her father demanding her something like this. Yvaine and Isaiah are different.

CHIARA:

What’s new? Hiram trying to pull everything from his children only for the sake of himself, that’s an old news. Chiara couldn’t stop letting out a sigh just every single time Hiram or Isaiah speaks about whatever they call as an achievement, something to brag about. Amaia is still having the same expression, she knows that her mother is just being herself, not trying to make things worse and knows that she just couldn’t stop her husband. No one can, anyway. He is quite unstoppable.

“That should be all, right?”

“We will only have to do what we’ve been doing, right?”

Hiram nods as he makes that expression where Chiara doesn’t want to explain. The same old expression which she believes to be both a way to praise but also to mock her.

“Exactly, that is why you are here for.”

“Alright. Then can we go back now? I have to catch a flight back to New York.”

She doesn’t care about what her father might say but she is already standing there, so ready to leave the house.

“See you then, everyone.”

HE WANTS TO MEET: END PART.