#and today i made me brother press his ear to the wall and he can hear it too

[violentdevotion]

my next door neighbour is doing some home alone shit to me

[ribbonprincess]

hi love, please ignore if you don’t like this request! After seeing drew and Liliana I was thinking about nanny/ babysitter x drew in Charleston. I would prefer smut but ignore if your not comfortable with it 💕

note: this has been sitting in my inbox for sooo long,I'm so sorry I just couldn't find inspo for it. Also got lost in it and made it super long. Reader has a tongue piercing

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you're sitting with Drew on the patio outside the house,his sister Mackeyla went out with her husband for the day, so she left Liliana with you and Drew. You met through mutual friends that you both don't talk to anymore and since you like babies she asks to babysit Lili sometimes; so now you find yourself next to her brother who you may have a crush on.

"Keyla didn't tell me you were over today ya know, thought it was gonna be only me and Lili" "yeah...I thought the same actually" you chuckle,looking over at him as you eye each other with a knowing smile "she set us up!" It comes out at the same moment making you both laugh as the realization hits "I can't believe her" you shake your head at the thought,using your palm as a headrest. "well,guess we should make the most out of it then" Drew says, eyeing your sundress clad body,it was nothing crazy since you were looking after a 8 months old baby but it had incredibly hot in South Carolina so it was the best option if you didn't want to melt.

"Like what?" your eyebrows are furrowed as you smile softly at him "don't know...I would love getting to know you better,Keyla has said great things about you" "oh- did she? I hope so.." His body is slowly shifting closer to you,making the two-seater swing move slightly. "I like your perfume" he says,running a fingertip over the skin of your forearm "thank you" your answer comes out way breathier than you intend to but the feeling of his touch is way too affecting. His hand is slowly moving over your face,running over your shoulder and the curve of your neck where he stops for a second before he cups your cheek with a gentle smile.

"mind if I kiss you?" he whispers,already leaning in as you nod. His lips find yours as you lay a hand over his chest and the other on his shoulder "you taste like Cherries" he mumbles, grabbing your waist to manoeuvre you on his lap "I like it." Your hands are running all over his figure,over his buzzed head and then back down his biceps before they settle on holding on his neck. "I would love- to take you out on a date before this" he's pulling away from your mouth, making you almost whine before you're immediately shut by his lips finding their way over your neck "but I think I might go crazy if I don't feel you Immediately." His words are making you grin from ear to ear as they travel right down your core.

A pair of rough hands set the moves of your hips over the bulge in his jeans,making you moan as the material rubs just right against your cotton clad pussy. "gotta be quiet doll, we're outside and Lili is sleeping -she could wake up any moment" "shit,yeah yeah...I'll be quiet" you reply,knowing damn well it won't happen. One of Drew's hands moves southwards,running over your thigh before disappearing under your skirt immediately finding your mound. His index finger runs over the wet patch of your underwear before rubbing slow but firm circles over your clit "can I take these off, gorgeous?" His voice is soft,making you melt even more against his chest "hmhm.." "I need words,love" "yeah, please" He quickly presses a kiss to your temple muttering a "good girl" under his breath as he pushes your panties down your legs before pocketing them "gotta keep these for memory."

His words make you almost roll your eyes,but before you can even think about it one of his fingers is passing through your walls "there you go...'s fucking warm,hm" the way he's groaning against your collarbone makes you think he's the one getting pleasured. He quickly pushes another finger in finding a steady rhythm as they curl nicely against that sweet spongy spot. "god,you look gorgeous" He quickly undoes the bows holding the straps of your dress, revealing your chest to him "won't you look at these,fucking beautiful" he mumbles,wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples as his fingers continue to move in and out of you deliciously.

"fuck-" your voice is muffled,biting into his neck probably leaving an imprint behind as he adds another finger in making you clench around him as you feel yourself getting closer. "you're making such sweet noises,princess. You're getting there hm? You can let go,I'm right here" His lips move away from your breasts, trailing over your neck before they slot themselves back on yours "you're doing so good,just need you to cum for me sweet girl" His words are sending you down a spiral as you grind into his palm,his thumb rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves as your moans start get more louder "cumming" your body shake over him for a long second before you fall completely still over him "good girl...feel much better huh,gonna clean me up?" he smirks, rubbing his sticky fingers over your bottom lip.

Your tongue rolls out to wrap around the digits,tasting yourself as you clean him off "fuck- what's that? you got a piercing I don't know about?" he raises an eyebrow once he pulls his fingers out of your mouth "well,shit...you gonna show me what you can do with it-" Your figure is already moving off the swing and between his legs before a loud cry from inside reminds you of the baby "well,guess that's gotta wait" you smile,standing up on shaky legs as you enter the house,feeling Drew's eyes bore into your skill.

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

Janus stepped back, his eyes darting, looking for any way to escape. “Surely, Logan, we can resolve this in another way.”

Logan simply took another step towards him, his expression stern. “I believe I made it clear to you yesterday that any further comparisons of Roman to his brother would result in this specifically.”

Janus gulped. Logan had indeed made that clear while he was thoroughly wrecking Janus yesterday. As well as promising to make the next time tickle even more.

“Surely, this needn’t be counted,” Janus tried, taking another step back. “Even you have to admit they occasionally create very similar dreams.”

“I left no room for excuses,” Logan said. “A correct comparison is still a comparison.”

Janus tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. “Logan…”

Logan stepped forward again, blocking Janus against the wall. He raised one eyebrow, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. “I am going to quite enjoy this.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Janus’s back as Logan sank them both to his torture chamber.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

“I’m sure you will,” Logan said indulgently, holding Janus gently.

[thelov3lybookworm]

You Think I Wanted This?

Summary: The king does not care for anyone's opinion but his own, and he is being entirely serious.

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A/n: first fic for fourth wing 🥳 as y'all know, all that goes through my mind is forced marriage trope, so...😏

Enjoy my babies! ❣️

（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤️～

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The day was gloomy, and thunder had been cracking until an hour ago.

Y/n was grateful it had stopped, as she could continue studying without flinching every few moments. She had an important test coming up, and being King Tauri's only daughter, she had the pressure of getting good grades on her shoulders.

If only to show the people not everyone a failure in the royal family.

Y/n sighed, setting her pen down and rubbing her eyes with cramping fingers.

It was getting dark, and soon she would leave for having dinner with her family.

A knock drew Y/n from screwing her eyes out, and she called out to let them in.

Her older brother, Halden, stepped in, smiling. "How are you today sister?"

"Tired. You?"

"I'm good. You have been summoned. Father wants to meet you in his private office."

Y/n's brows furrowed. What could he want from me?

It was almost never that her father summoned his kids, and when he did, it was rarely in his private office. Those were for important matters, and he deemed his children... not important.

Y/n stood, closing her book and turning to her brother, stretching slightly. "Do you know why he has summoned me?"

He shook his head. "No idea."

"It can't be good." She mumbled, glancing into the full length mirror that took up half of the wall opposite her bed to make sure she was in an attire considered appropriate for court meetings or formal business, then followed her brother out of her room.

He was the second oldest of all the kids the king had, with Y/n being the third and Cam being the fourth, who was away in the rider's quadrant.

Y/n envied him.

"If it helps, I saw a few authorities and riders entering the office when he told me to retrieve you."

Y/n frowned, falling in step next to Halden. "That did not help."

He gave her a helpless smile. "My apologies then, princess."

She rolled her eyes, though a smile made its way onto her face. She wrapped a hand around his arm, hoping whatever the matter was, it was nothing grave.

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Y/n paused outside her father's office, tugging her brother to a stop, who turned to her with furrowed brows.

"What is it?"

She placed a finger against her lips, nodding towards the two people standing nearby, whispering to each other furiously, obviously locked in a heated discussion.

Halden's eyes narrowed. He nodded to the empty spaces next to the door, which was suspicious too, considering there should have been two guards on duty manning the door.

Y/n turned away, staring at the ornately carved door to her father's office. She decided it was worth the risk, and slowly pressed her ear to the wood.

The voices were faint, but she could make out the words.

"So you want to... what? Separate Riorson and your daughter?" That was definitely her father.

"Yes, your majesty."

"And why is that?"

"Because bonded to two of the most powerful dragons, they have the power to overthrow you. And I still don't trust the Riorson boy." It was the voice of a female, and Y/n felt like she knew who it was, but she couldn't place the voice.

"But wouldn't acting on your plan put him closer to me, and indirectly give him access to more resources to take over?" His voice was sceptical, and Y/n wondered who this woman was.

"No, your majesty. Away from my daughter, he would be weaker than if with her, and you yourself know how dangerous they can be together."

Y/n heard her father sigh, but before she could hear his response, someone touched her back, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

She whipped around, holding back a yelp, and glared at a grinning Halden.

"What?" She snapped.

"Did I scare you, Y/n?"

She slapped his arm, huffing, annoyed that he found her amusing.

His smile faded, though, as he glanced towards the two people nearby.

That was when Y/n noticed that they were staring at her and Halden, having walked closer while Y/n had been eavesdropping.

Y/n's eyes snagged on the man, his muscular arms wrapped across his chest. He was gorgeous, and Y/n wondered if he was even real. Because, surely, someone could not be this handsome, right?

Or maybe the gods simply deemed him their favourite.

Y/n blinked when someone moved in her periphery, realising she was staring, and swiftly looked away, heat rising to her cheeks.

A moment later, Y/n decided to glance at the two people again, noting that the other one was a female.

Her brows furrowed as she eyed the braid hanging over the girl's shoulder, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Y/n knew that she had met this girl.

Y/n cocked her head at the possessiveness in her eyes.

"I feel like we've met before. Have we?" Y/n questioned.

"On a couple of occasions, yes, we've met. I'm Violet."

It took Y/n a moment to place the name.

"Violet... Violet Sorrengail?"

Violet nodded, her hand coming to rest on the man's bicep. "And this is Xaden Riorson."

"Fen Riorson's son." Halden murmured.

A weird feeling spread through Y/n. "You are the Riorson boy they are talking about?"

His eyebrows- one scarred- rose, and Y/n realised she was the only one who heard the conversation going on on the other side of the door.

She swallowed, glancing at her brother before addressing Violet. "Is your mother in there?"

"Yes." Violet's eyes were filled with confusion.

"And are you and Riorson involved... in any way?"

"I- Yes?" Violet whispered, her eyes wide. "How did you know?"

Y/n sighed, horrified. "Did you tell your mother about it?"

"No. But what are you getting at?"

"Obviously, you saw me trying to listen in. Your mother was talking about separating you two."

Everyone's jaw dropped open, and this time Riorson spoke up. "They- no one knows though, and those who do would never betray us."

His voice did something to Y/n, but she reminded herself that he was unavailable. And he was also not the type of man she would go for anyways.

"Well, they know. Surely something might have happened, and she made that connection. Whatever it is, they are planning to-"

Halden's fingers wrapped around Y/n's arm suddenly, and he pulled her closer and turned her to face the door a moment before the door actually opened.

There, stood General Sorrengail, Violet's mother, and she simply ignored her daughter and Riorson, meeting the eyes of Y/n and Halden, bowing her head in deference, as was necessary.

"Prince, princess. Your father awaits your presence."

She held open the door as Halden and Y/n shuffled in, then beckoned the other two inside.

The office was massive, though sparsely furnished.

"Father." Halden bowed at the waist, and Y/n curtsied.

"I am assuming you have met Riorson here. I have summoned you here today because I have news for you."

Everyone stayed silent, anticipation building in the air.

"As we all know Riorson has dedicated his life to our kingdom and has promised he has only our best interests at heart, has proved time and time that he is willing to do anything for our kingdom."

Y/n held her breath, her gut telling her this was not going to be good.

"So in reward, I will marry my daughter to you, Xaden Riorson."

Y/n's heart stopped beating for a moment, before starting up again at a speed she failed to count, and Y/n wondered if it would gallop out of her chest entirely.

"You can't be fucking serious." Violet blurt out, then her wide eyes stare swung to her mother, who smiled sligtly.

"We are entirely serious, rider." The king said, his expression saying all about how displeased he was about her outburst.

He then turned to Y/n and Halden, his brows rising.

"You better start preparing. The wedding will be in two days' time."

And they were dismissed.

Y/n didn't miss the disbelieving look thrown her way by both Violet and Xaden, but she was not going to argue with her father.

They didn't know what would happen if she did, and she was in no mood to speak out when she could not form a single coherent thought that was not I hate him.

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@bubybubsters @artists-ally here it is, the fic i was telling you about 😏

(Not tagging others in case they havent read fourth wing and dont wanna be tagged 😉)

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Don’t tell Jay -Jay Halstead

Summary: When you are still in pain when you should be fully recovered from surgery, you try to sneak to Med to not bother Jay. Will is not having it.

Mentions: Natalie Manning, Will Halstead, and Maggie Lockwood

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and medical talk. Nothing really.

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When you woke up still in pain after tossing and turning in Jay’s arms all night, you knew you needed to go to Med. You pretended to be asleep when Jay left an hour ago, knowing he would stay home and insist on accompanying you to see Natalie. You had surgery two weeks ago today, and you FINALLY just convinced Jay to go back to work three days ago. He had been by your side for a little over a week and a half, pampering you and making sure you were healing up nicely. You loved him and appreciated him, but you could tell he was ready to climb the walls. He was a man of action and, though he loved taking care of his wife, he needed to be with his unit and in the action.

Hopping into your car, badge in your backpack even though you hadn’t been cleared for duty yet, you made your way to Med. You knew Will was most likely on shift this morning, so you prayed he wouldn’t see you. He would call Jay as soon as you were put in a room.

Walking into Med, you bypassed Leah, smiling at the receptionist and waving like nothing was wrong, and made your way toward Maggie. The charge nurse looked up as her ED doors slid open, immediately coming around the desk at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N. Here to see your brother in law?” Maggie asked, smiling and pulling you in for a quick hug.

You mustered up the biggest smile you could and shook your head. “Actually, I need Nat.” You barely got the sentence out before Maggie was pulling you into a room.

“Sit down. You look flushed.” Maggie said, placing you on a gurney and pulling out her phone. She pressed a few buttons before placing it to her ear, balancing it with her shoulder. “Nat. I need you in treatment 4. Now.” Maggie said, waiting for a second before hanging up and taking your temp as she went. “100.” She muttered, placing the pulse ox on your finger and blood pressure cuff on, pushing the button to start it as Nat and Will walked in.

You groaned, making immediate eye contact with your brother in law. “Ah Hell.” You muttered, causing Maggie to chuckle. “Don’t call Jay.” Was your immediate reaction to his presence.

Will rolled his eyes, staying in the doorway as Nat approached you. “You know he will kill us both when he finds out.” Will replied, looking cocky cause he knows you know he’s right. “You never know when he will walk through those doors either.” He pointed out.

You nodded, throwing your head back in defeat. “Fine.” You caved, crossing your arms and looking to Nat.

“What’s goin on?” Natalie asked, coming to your side and rubbing your arm.

“I’ve got some pelvic pain. And lower back pain. It doesn’t feel normal so here I am.” You explained, gesturing around the room.

“Heart rate and BP are high. Temp of 100 and oxygen is at 95.” Maggie rattled off, looking at Natalie first and then Will.

“I’ll be back. Hang in there kiddo.” Will said, patting your leg and taking out his phone. He was gonna call Jay.

Natalie nodded and started pulling off her stethoscope. “Let me take a listen and then I wanna look at your incision site and take a feel. That okay?” Natalie asked, already adjusting her ear pieces.

You nodded and laid back, trying to relax. After taking a listen and feeling your abdomen, Natalie stepped back and grabbed the Ipad Will left for her at the foot of your bed. She typed a couple things as Maggie started an IV on you.

“I’m gonna get some blood work on you and a CT. I’ll be back in a bit. Maggie, hang fluids and give her something for the pain and a mild sedative. Jay can take her home later if all turns out well, but I think the high BP might be a stress response.” Natalie rattled off, before giving my leg a squeeze and leaving Maggie to work.

“Jay is gonna have a cow.” I muttered to Maggie as the charge nurse started to put an IV in my arm.

“Moo.” Jay deadpanned, walking in with a serious face but playful look in his eyes.

“That was fast.” I muttered as Maggie laughed at his response.

“Hailey and I were already here to check on a Vic. I was upstairs.” Jay replied, coming to sit next to you as he took your hand. “Why didn’t you call me or tell me before I left? I know you didn’t sleep well.” Jay said, nodding a thanks to Maggie as she finished up and left the room.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” I muttered, looking down and picking at the blanket Maggie had put over me at some point.

Jay sighed, figuring this would be your answer. “Hey. Look at me.” Jay waited until you looked at him, tears in your eyes as guilt flooded your system. “Listen to me. You are my wife. My first priority. You matter more than this job or anything else. You hear me? You are NEVER bothering me.” Jay said, reaching up to wipe your tears.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. Jay reached up, gently pulling your lip down with a thumb on your chin. “Just hate this.” You sighed, wiping at your eyes. “I wanna go back to work and put this behind me.” You were beginning to get sleepy. You knew the meds were starting to take effect.

Jay sighed too, standing up and telling you to bunch over. You did as he asked, allowing him to crawl onto the gurney with you and take you into his arms. “I know baby girl. I know.” Jay muttered, leaning up to kiss your head. “But you gotta let me take care of you. The more you relax and let me take the reigns, the faster you will heal up and be back in the bullpen with the rest of us.” Jay reassured, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Nat gave me a sedative.” You muttered, leaning your head into Jay’s chest. You were already exhausted when you came in. These meds were gonna knock you out.

Jay nodded without needing an explanation and pulled you closer, being careful of the wires. He placed a hand in your hair as he pressed the bar to recline the bed back a little bit from his position. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to recline you a little more and make you more comfortable. “Alright. Well, you just let it work. Relax, okay? I’ll be right here.” Jay said, pulling the pony tail holder out of your hair and massaging your scalp.

You hummed in response, allowing your eyes to slip closed. You knew he was disappointed that you didn’t call, but he wasn’t going to press the issue now. You were in enough pain to come in and need a sedative for what he figured was anxiety, so he wasn’t going to add any more stress into your life. He would have time to talk to you later when you were feeling better. Your heart was in the right place, but you needed to let him take care of you. After all, he made a vow and he did not intend on breaking it.

[mr-hanjisung]

GUYS GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT.

A quickie with Seungmin before and after his show?? AND HE'S STILL PERFORMING WITH ENDLESS STAMINA.

Needs not Wants

WARNINGS: Use of the word jagi/jagiya, mentions of orgasm denial, begging, dirty talk, protected sex, kind of public, light to no foreplay, light hair-pulling, horny Seungmin, fwb to lovers

GENRE: 💋 (✏️)

WORD COUNT: 933

A/N:

Not proofread!

"Min..! If you go even faster, I'm not sure how quiet I can be..." You warned as his hands stayed on your wrists. "Feisty today, are we?" He asked as you regretted your words instantly. You knew that usually that led to orgasm denial. You didn't want to risk it, especially with the time crunch you guys were on.

"No, I'm sorry... Min... please... keep going..." You begged as he smiled, kissing your cheek. "I love hearing you... knowing that only I can see you like this... turns me on in ways unimaginable..." He said, thrusting incredibly fast, causing you to lose your breath by how fast it was. Then soon, he hit one of your good points, and both of you came. You felt yourself get lightheaded. Once he was finished with his orgasm, he cleaned you up and threw away the condom.

"Here, a fresh change of clothes. I'm gonna go ahead unless you can't dress yourself. You know what? I'll change you anyway-" You cut his rambling off by kissing him. "You talk too much Seungmin." You stated as he blushed. "Sorry, I prefer talking through body language, the warmth of our bodies. Talk to each other. Which is why I love quickies with you jagi..." He said as now you sat blushing. You both sat in silence until Lee Know came banging at Seungmin's door.

"Seungmin! Let's go! We gotta get on stage in 3 minutes, and we are gonna be late at this rate!" He yelled as Seungmin got chills, throwing a blanket on you and kissing your head. He left the room with Lee Know. You quickly changed and went out to watch their performance.

You watched as Seungmin performed like you guys didn't just fu-

"Excuse me." You heard someone call out. "I can't help but notice you are looking at Seungmin. Are you a big fan?" The girl asked. You couldn't tell who she was as you had a hat on.

'Hey random stranger! Yes, I'm a big fan but I'm also his fuck bu-’

"Yeah, I am." You replied as she smiled at you. "Okay, usually I wouldn't do this. But the look in your eyes looks at him with purity and are genuine.”

You then found out that the girl was Hannah, Chan's sister. And she was gonna get you backstage. You could already get backstage, but it wouldn't be risky this time.

As Hannah brought you to the back. Seungmin locked eyes with you, mouthing, 'What are you doing here?' As you mouthed back, 'I'll explain later.' Then Hannah took you to Seungmin. "She is one of your biggest fans, so take care of her Minnie." Hannah said, walking off to her brother. Seungmin then connected the dots. "Well, shall we go to my dressing room? I'm sure I can give you a tour." Seungmin said as you nodded.

He then took you to his dressing room, and once the doors locked, he pulled you in for a kiss. He cupped your cheek and made you tilt your head up. He was directly above you now. You were pressed up against the wall, feeling the heat of his pants against yours.

"My biggest fan, you say?" He said, his hands undressing you as you blushed. "Did you want to risk getting caught again..." You warned as you chuckled and whispered in your ear. "Not gonna lie, you surprised me jagi, you're so wet. Not to mention, you look really, good in my clothes jagiya." You blushed as you heard him growl the word 'really' in your ear. You pushed him lightly. "Shush, I know... but that's only because I know how to style clothes and you have good clothing selection.”

He smiled at your comment as all the clothing pieces dropped to the floor. "Do you need to be prepped?" He asked you as you shook your head no. He smirked and made you sit on top of him, his cock touching your stomach, smearing his pre-cum. "Why don't you lead today?" He said as you blushed, aligning yourself to him. Once you did you slowly moved down, causing him to groan. You held onto the couch frame that he laid on and began to move. Seungmin held onto your hips as Hannah knocked on the door.

"Seungmin! Chan told me to let you know you have 5 minutes to be out or he's gonna make you pay for everyone's meals tonight. Including mine." Hannah said as Seungmin watched you bounce on him slowly mesmerized. "Min... Hannah is-" You tried mumbling to him but he cut you off with a kiss. "Just focus... we have 5 minutes..." He said as he covered your mouth, thrusting upwards. Covering your mouth was a smart move because after you began to moan like crazy.

Seungmin felt you clamp around him and that's how he knew you were close. "C'mon jagi... release all over me..." He begged as your hands found their way to his hair. Entangled in his locks, tugging on them as you kissed him. He became needy and went even faster driving you both to the edge.

“That was probably the quickest one, we have 2 minutes to clean up." Seungmin said as you giggled, "You're such a dirty pup." You said as he kissed you, "I know we've been like this for a while so why don't we make it official? Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked nonchalantly as you smiled, "If we don't end up dating then I'm not sure what we are Min." You said as he chuckled.

[bittersigns]

two thousand words of ian making his husband feel good and loved. no plot found here, just self-indulgent p0rn.

It's to the quietness around the bedroom that Ian slowly awakes to.

He feels himself being forcefully pulled away from sweet unconsciousness, and, refusing to pry open his eyes just yet, he lets his limbs roll over groggily to the side. Stretching his arms out a bit, Ian frowns as he nuzzles his face on his pillowcase because the mattress is cold and the spot beside him is empty.

Fighting off the sleepy haze from his brain is an arduous task, but he manages it, although begrudgingly so. He is facing the wall when his eyes blink open, and just like he thought, there is not a warm, sturdy body next to him, being embraced by his arms. 

Instead, there is a soft, Mickey-scented pillow, and Ian can't help but to grumble discontentedly. He inhales his husband's deep, slightly sweet cologne as his eyes shut for a second. It's not physically him, but his smell is enough for now, and Ian is drifting off before he can even think twice about it. 

Fuck it, it's sunday anyway.

Eventually, the bane of his existence—the fucking alarm in his phone—has him getting his ass up, and he scowls at the reminder that flashes on his screen and turns it off. Fucking “meds!!!!”. As if he needs a fucking reminder.

In the bathroom, he takes a piss and brushes his teeth, takes a brief moment to look in the mirror, rubbing a hand across the stubble growing along his jaw and deciding that he can deal with that later. Probably get Mickey to shave it off for him again, if he's in a good mood today, or maybe let it grow into a beard. He's been thinking about doing it someday.

Shaking his head, he downs his meds and checks the watch on his wrist. 8:08AM, it reads, like it always does because he fucking nails routine, and his own mood only seems to only get better. Sure, it would be even better if he had woken up cuddling with his husband. A good morning bj, perhaps. Get nice and handsy while they are still sleepy and stuff.

But, somehow, finding him in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of boxers and a shirt and fumbling with their brand new coffee maker has Ian's good mood skyrocket to perfection, and he's smiling as he creeps behind him, his hands firm as they slide down to hold Mickey by his hips.

“You're up early,” he says in lieu of a greeting, and the quality of his voice is slightly raspy from sleeping, deeper than it normally is.

Mickey merely rolls his eyes, and Ian knows he is smiling too, feels it as he leans to tenderly kiss the skin of his nape. His eyes look down over Mickey's shoulder to watch him pour coffee into their mugs, the steam curling around them, the aroma of coffee rich and familiar.

“Hard to do shit with you hangin’ onto me, man,” Mickey huffs, pretending to be oh-so-bothered by it.

He isn't. 

Ian hums in response, fingers digging into skin, pressing his weight into Mickey's back until he has him trapped against the countertop. 

“Almost made me drop my coffee, dumbass, lemme—” and Mickey is cut short when Ian's lips find his earlobe, body tensing up at the sensation of a warm, wet tongue licking around the shell of his ear. “Ian—”

“I know you're angry because I got home late yesterday,” Ian declares and rests his forehead where Mickey's neck meets his shoulder. “I wanna make it up to you,” he continues, satisfied as he feels Mickey's body giving in, opening up to his touches. “Gonna make it up real good to you, I promise.”

Despite what his body is screaming for, Mickey loves to be a little shit, so he says, “Fuckass Philip doesn't need you today?” and tries to get away from his hold.

Lip ringed yesterday asking for help—turns out that renovating a fucking house isn't a task meant for one person, especially if said person has 1) a toddler and 2) a goddamn newborn to take care of—and Ian, sweet, thoughtful Ian just couldn't turn his brother down for once and make him shove a hammer up his shitter (obviously, in Mickey's kind words).

So, a perfect saturday meant for fucking like rabbits was ruined again. Last week they had to babysit Franny. Fucking Gallahers man, Mickey had complained, can't live without tormenting everything and everyone.

And Ian wants to make it up to him because he misses him—a man can't live off of quickies and rushed handjobs and half-assed head forever. He misses that drawn out intimacy, the foreplay, that sweet reward he feels when he tears his husband apart just to pull him back together again with the white-hot pleasure he provides him. 

Knows Mickey misses it just as much, judging by the way goosebumps rise in his skin when he trails small, indulgent kisses all over his neck, paying a little bit more attention to the small, practically healed hickeys that are normally obscured by the collar of his shirts.

Laying his tongue flat against a faint mark there, the one that is barely noticeable, all tiny and yellowish and forgotten about, Ian sucks at the skin and then sinks his teeth into it just because he can. Just because the sound that makes its way past Mickey's lips is a low, throaty thing that shows him—proves to him that he's right. Mickey can act all high and mighty, so fucking bratty and stubborn, but he can't deny what his body wants. What his body craves.

And when Ian hears him set his mug on the countertop with a shaky exhale of breath, he knows he's won.

“Gonna let me make you feel good?” he asks, and the answer is yes, yes, yes, he knows.

Because Mickey is now smirking as he pushes himself backwards, effectively creating a sweet type of friction between his ass and the tented front of Ian's sweats, and it colors his voice as he answers, “Fuck yeah.”

It's an easy thing to do, getting Mickey out of his boxers, but Ian feels like taking it slow today—lets his hands explore a bit more, tracing the expanse of pale skin under the fabric of Mickey's shirt. He hears a soft sigh when his fingers brush over a small, pink nipple, his touch light as a feather, and a satisfied hum when he takes the nub between his thumb and index finger and pulls.

With a body so pliant like Mickey's, so giving, Ian just can't help but to marvel every single piece of him. Wrestling-as-foreplay is fun and stimulating and so them, but this slower, I-have-to-fucking-worship-you intimacy is always going to be in the podium for him. How wouldn't it, when Mickey groans so beautifully as he slips his boxers down his legs, making it pool at his ankles, and grabs two handfuls of ass in his big hands?

“C'mon,” it's all Ian makes out of his husband's words. “Ian,” he continues, urging, impatient.

Ian thinks about shutting him up, but deems it unnecessary���all he needs to do is get on his knees, spread Mickey's fat cheeks with purpose, holding him open with both thumbs to get a good look of that tight furl of muscle, and dart out his tongue to lick at him.

Mickey's knee jerks, knocking accidentally on a drawer handle, and a hiss slips past his spit-coated lips. “Mmm, God, again,” he's already pleading, bent over the countertop, trying to get Ian to stop with his kitten licks around his hole and actually get on with it.

Just so goddamn impatient, always. Ian loves him.

“Open your legs a bit, baby,” he instructs, petting his ass. “Yeah, that's it, c'mon,” and just as Mickey obliges, Ian dives in, lapping sloppily all over him.

He hums at the taste of him, clean and shaved and fuckin’ perfect, unhinges his jaw to prod around his hole with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to feel Mickey's legs wobbling. It's addictive, the way his husband sighs, immersed in his bliss as he shoves his ass shamelessly in Ian's face, fingers gripping tightly at the corners of the countertop.

It really is such a shame that Mickey took so long to get used to this. It took him someone to do it right. Someone that eats him out good until he's panting, desperate at the sensation of a pink, experienced tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle of his hole, getting him nice and wet and wanting.

“Yeah,” comes a breathy drawl from above just as Ian begins to circle Mickey's hole with his thumb. 

He finds himself grinning, sinking his finger slowly inside, feeling the body he manipulates so well get accustomed to the intrusion. 

A thumb is nothing compared to the grand scheme of things, really, but Ian pushes it dry—spit can only lubricate so much before it dries up—and Mickey practically sings at the sting he feels, “Fuuuck.”

“You love this,” Ian rasps out with certainty.

Mickey nods, not ashamed in the slightest. “Damn right I do,” he says, looking over his shoulder, down so their eyes could meet, and smiles that nasty, lost-in-pleasure smile.

Fuck.

This time Ian spits directly over his rim, pushing his finger deeper inside. Mickey brings a hand to grab one of his ass cheeks, presenting more of him to Ian's hungry gaze, and gasps as another thumb starts to sink in. It's a stretch, a more painful one, but spikes of pleasure are running wild in his veins, his sharp eyebrows pinching together, mouth going slack.

It's filthy—Ian licking over both thumbs where they hold Mickey's hole open. It's even filthier because Mickey loves this shit. That fine line between pain and pleasure that leaves him deliciously on edge, heat pooling in his guts, his cock twitching as it stands proudly and untouched. 

Ian laps at his rim again and again like he's a starving man, has Mickey trembling and whining because it's so good, so messy, and his stubble offers a new type of sensation as it scratches the sensitive skin of his perineum when he goes down to suck it too. 

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey curses, eyes slipping shut. His tip is drooling, pre sticking to his fingers when he reaches down to tug at his cock, mind malfunctioning a little because he doesn't know if he wants to push his ass back and get Ian's tongue deeper inside his hole or thrust into his fist. “So good, fuck, 'm fuckin’ close.”

Humming, Ian pulls back, and a string of crystalline saliva connects his chin to Mickey's rim. “'m gonna make you come on my tongue, baby? You want that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah? With your sloppy hole stretched on my fingers?” Ian punctuates his question by pulling both thumbs apart just so, stretching him open. 

Knows it stings sweetly because Mickey cries out, “Yes, fuck, get your fuckin’ mouth back on me n’ make me come.”

And Ian doesn't need to be told twice.

Using just his thumbs and his tongue, he makes Mickey's legs tremble—when he spits in his palm and wraps his hand around Mickey's aching, weeping cock, he gets him shivery and moaning, and it blends with the slick sound of his hand sliding up and down. So goddamn filthy, so fucking good.

Ian just needed to press the pad of one of his fingers up and grind it against Mickey's prostate. That's all it took before he heard a long groan, a “Shiiiit,” and felt Mickey's body spasming in his hold—muscles flexing and straightening, strings of cum spurting between his fingers, down his wrist.

Mickey is leaning on his forearms, breathing in shallow gasps of air as he comes down from his high, when Ian pulls back again. His knees hurt, his back too, but he can't find in himself to complain when his husband gazes down at him with a lazy grin, not yet fucked out but definitely satisfied.

“Good?” Ian hums, smiling, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Mickey nods his head. “C'mere,” he tells him.

Ian goes, adjusting the front of his sweatpants where his cock is still very much hard. Just as he's on his feet, Mickey is already on him, bringing him down with a hand on the back of his head to crash their mouths together.

It's a slow and passionate kiss, tongues sliding against each other, teeth nipping at each other's lips. Ian feels Mickey smile against him, small hands trying to tug his sweats down, and he reaches out to link their fingers.

“I'm good,” he whispers into his mouth. “Just want to make you feel good."

Mickey huffs, clearly not content with that. “Not even a handie?”

With a shake of his head, Ian leans down to pepper kisses along his jaw. “Nah,” he decides, “Down to fuck you good after breakfast, though. I'm starving.”

That makes Mickey snort. “Okay, tough guy. Get some protein in you before you nut in me, then.”

And he says it so casually that Ian can't do anything but laugh, pecking him on the lips. “Love you.”

“Mmm, love you too.”

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

The Debreifing

Just a fun continuation of Best Friend's Brother

A/N: An excerpt of how the guys find out since BFB was well received. (I do use washcloths but for the sake of this fic, that's forgotten)

Warnings: (slight smut, might be terrible idk)

Word Count: 1.6K

The sound of your creaky shower head turning on breaks you from your haze. After breakfast, Will bent you over the counter until you came for him twice and all the energy replenished during your sleep left your body again. Even thinking about it now made your heart race. He carried you back and cleaned you up before heading to the bathroom. 

A familiar vibration fills your bed and begin looking for your phone. You find it at the edge of your bed and waste no time answering the person you’ve been waiting to call. 

“Ben-” Your whisper is bulldozed by Benny’s voice on the other end. 

“Are you the reason the wedding is called off?” Before you can answer he continues. “Melody’s been spam-calling us since last night when Will didn’t come home. And you know what’s funny? Both of your locations seem to imply that you’re in the same place.” 

“Are you done?” Although Will probably couldn’t hear you you still kept your voice low. 

“The floor is yours, and apparently Will is too.” You decide not to comment on the last part of the sentence. 

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll tell you at your place.” You figure this is a better conversation in person.

“But-” Benny tries to interject but you end the call and slide out of your bed.

The fog in the bathroom doesn’t cover Will’s naked back, making it easy for you to ogle. He lathers himself with your rose-shaped bar soap next to the showerhead. Your hands glide around his front to help him rub it in. 

He turns to face you with suds rolling down his body. “All the cancellations have to be done in person and I gotta grab some of my shit before she burns it. Otherwise, I'd stay with you all day.” 

“It’s not like you need clothes.” Your low voice stirs his cock and he’s smart enough to run right back around.

“If you keep that up we won’t be getting anything done today.” He needs to tie up all his loose ends before completely indulging in you. 

“You started it.” You tilt your head up towards his ear while your hands dip lower.

Will keeps himself in shape and you run your soapy hands appreciatively over his v-line. The feeling of your soft hands sent his dick straight up. 

“When you walk around like this what else am I supposed to do Will?” That whiney voice gives him flashbacks to the car and he’s a goner. 

“You do whatever you want Buttercup.” With his permission your hands clasp around his shaft. Your hands glide like butter as you stroke him. 

Nothing feels better than your pert nipples pressing into his back. Nothing feels better than being with you. The way your hand strokes his tip over and over effectively distracts him until he feels your other hand cup his balls. Will’s mouth opens and he braces his hands against the wall. Your poor rose soap is forgotten on the floor. 

You bite your bottom lip at the swift pace his chest moves. He’s close. His hips jerk in that familiar pattern and you keep your pace the same. When his balls clench in your hand a low groan fills the shower. You glance around to see his seed hitting your tile in spurts. 

While Will finds his way to a steady breathing pattern, you pick up your soap and begin lathering your body. Now you’re gonna be late to Benny’s. Carefully you wash the soap off your body and keep your hair dry. 

“Not so fast,” His hands trail down your body before pulling you flush against him. 

“Uh uh,” As much as it pains you, you slide his hands off and turn. “I have to get to your brother’s.”

“Am I seeing you later?” Will lets the water beat against his back as he peers down at you. 

“If you’re not drained by the end of the day.” You cast an excited smile at him.

“I think I’m drained right now.” His double meaning isn’t lost on you. 

“Perv,” You mumble on your way out. 

You hear the slap slightly before you feel the burn on your butt cheek. Will stands at the showerhead facing your dropped jaw. He smirks down at you and you’re reminded of the hungry look he was giving you in the car last night. Quickly you head out of the bathroom to avoid another detour. 

……..............

“So you’re saying Buttercup and Ironhead slept together and he canceled the wedding because of her?” Frankie seems to be the last one to fully grasp the situation. 

Santiago knew the moment they were all helping you move in. The man practically put the whole place together for you. 

“Are we really gonna act like it’s a shock though? You saw how he grew out his facial hair because she liked it.” Pope thinks for a second and continues on his rant. “And he’s never liked any of her boyfriends, especially Greg.”

“And Greg was basically perfect for her.” Benny chimes in.

“Now that you mention it last night he wouldn’t stop looking at her when they came back from the bar.” Frankie thinks back to how Will was eyeballing you. 

“You noticed that too?” Benjamin excitedly leans forward to pick up a chocolate sprinkle donut. 

“And then when he insisted he had to take her home.” Santiago laughs while thinking of Will trying to get you alone. 

“Nearly had his hand on her ass when they left too.” After Frankie’s remark a lull settles over the once rambunctious group. 

They had no idea what happened after that until Melody called them for Will’s location. Even then they figured he was taking a much-needed break. However, when they woke this morning to find the wedding canceled a group call was made. 

Frankly, everyone was shocked at how suddenly it happened, not that it did. At least until Ben pointed out Will being at your place. Then he dropped the call and left the group scrambling for answers. 

“How much longer until she gets here?” Santi gets anxious waiting for your arrival.

“I don’t know she said thirty minutes.” Despite the chocolate donut in his hand he’s frowning.

……………………

On the way to Benny’s, you see that you’re seventeen minutes off schedule but luckily he hasn’t blown up your phone. You barely have time to think about that as you reach his door. Your hand has barely formed a fist when the door is yanked open by the youngest Miller. A mischievous smile was permanently placed on his face.

“Took you long enough,” He chastises you but your gossip will more than make up for it. 

“Shut up, it’s not like I planned this.” Benny glances at you in suspicion as none of you walk to his living room. 

Only the living room wasn’t empty like you expected. Frankie and Santiago are perched on a two-seater picking through donuts on the coffee table. One look at Benny and you know he’s behind it since he simply shrugs his shoulders. 

“We may have had a conference call after Will hung up.” Your best friend has the nerve to look sheepish. 

“I mean we’re gonna find out anyway Hermosa.” Frankie folds his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for your storytime. 

“What happened at the bar?” Benny wastes no time digging for answers.

“He asked me what I thought about Melody since I didn’t say anything at the table.” You dive in because you’ve been dying to share anyway. 

“And?” Santi leans into his sofa waiting for your answer. 

“And I called her a bitch in the nicest way possible, then I came back to the table.” Your admission is met with different expressions of cheer. 

“Mhm so that’s why he was staring you down like that, go on.” Frankie nods his head and waits for you. 

“When we got back to the table I figured I overstepped so I tried to shut up. Then he insisted on taking me home so when we were outside he corners me to tell him more. I said it really shouldn’t matter because it’s not like I’m coming from an objective place.” You pause to pick up a blueberry donut. “So he asked me what place would it be coming from and after some prying, I told him I wanted him to dump her.” 

“No.” Benny almost can’t believe you’d say any of this but his brother could put you under his spell.

“Mhm,” You take the first bite of your donut, chewing quickly before turning to Frankie and Santiago. “So he started asking me if that’s ‘all I wanted him to do’ and I said no. Finally, he drops it and takes us to the truck. The silence made me paranoid so I started saying I was ‘sorry’ for saying anything. And he’s like I'm not mad at you, it’s one thing for the guys to say it but it’s different with me.” 

You forget you’re talking to the guys until they are shocked by what you said. 

“What’s the difference?” Francisco looks close to a kicked puppy but you steer him back to the topic. 

“But he said it’s different with me, that is what’s important.” You giggle remembering Will’s charming words from last night. “Anyways, I figured he already knew how I felt so I told him. Will almost crashed the truck, he had to pull over. Then he starts yelling at me for not telling him and the next thing I know we’re making out in his truck.” 

“I thought he had to change a tire when you were on that road.” Benny sounds scandalized when he places the final piece together. 

“They were there that long?” Frankie scrunches his face at what the two of you got up to. 

“Damn Buttercup I didn’t think you had it in ya.” Santiago is amused that all it took to end that engagement was you. 

You nod since your mouth is full of the blueberry donut you’ve been holding. 

“Where’s Will now?” Santi figures he must be out too.

“Doing all the wedding cancellations.” With the blueberry donut finished you look at what’s left in the box. 

“What exactly did you do on that road?” Laughter ripples through the room at Benny's genuine concern.

[littlemissmanga]

oooh for the kiss prompt, may I please request:

3. their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

with Jesse or Wolffe

thank you so much for being amazing 🤩

Oh yes you may! And I only return the amazing I receive, my dear, so this is a community effort :)

Hm, it's a tough choice but I think I'm feeling Jesse today. Just feeling that particular brand of intense.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

w/c: 663

SFW but very suggestive, no warnings, just fluff

He needed to see you.

That was the only thought running through his head, the only thing that mattered in this moment. The guilt at not helping his brothers settle in after such a tough mission can come tomorrow.

Tonight, he planned on getting lost in you.

He keyed in the code to your front door. Your singing is the first thing he registered as he made sure the door locked behind him. His armor trailed behind him as he moved inside, following the sound of your voice into the kitchen.

There you are.

He could cry with how beautiful you were. Karking vibrant as you moved effortlessly in your own space, putting away dishes like it was a choreographed performance, your hips swinging to the beat you were singing.

You were everything good, and sweet, and kind, and pure in this galaxy. Everything he longed but never hoped for.

Everything you insisted he deserved.

He wasn’t so sure of that, not with the specter of old battles haunting him. But he also wasn’t a good enough man to care, not when you gave yourself to him so happily.

“Can I cut in?”

 You yelped, and Jesse was glad he chose to stay in the entry based on how you flailed about, surprised by his voice.

“Jesse!” Your tone was a mix of annoyed and overjoyed and he had never heard anything so lovely. You flew across the kitchen, forcing him to catch you as you threw yourself into his arms.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Jesse grumbled into your ear, his hold around you tightening. He let his hands mold to the curve of your frame, relishing in the feel of you securely against him. He could feel each breath you took as your chest expanded against his, and yet he was compelled to pull you even closer.

“How long do I have you?”

“Four days.”

He could feel your smile form against his neck. It was more than he usually got.

“Lucky.” Jesse looked down as he felt you pull back and look up at him. “You’ve got lousy timing. I just finished cleaning up. You’re lucky you’re cute, though. I don’t mind dirtying up the kitchen again. What d’ya want for dinner? I’ve got some tip yi—"

He cut you off with the seal of his lips against yours. Food wasn’t going to satisfy him. He needed you, and he needed you to need him just as fiercely.

Jesse walked you back to trap you against the wall, his hips meeting yours as he pressed himself against you, trapping you as his tongue darted out to tease your soft lips. Satisfaction hummed pleasantly through his body as you melted from his touch.

Your mouth dropped open at his insistence, and he couldn’t resist gently taking your lower lip between his own and sucking, soothing the strain after with the swipe of his tongue.

Gods, he couldn’t get enough of those sweet moans you made just for him.

“Sorry baby. I couldn’t wait another second. Needed my mouth on you. Needed you right here against me.” His apology was half sincere at best. Tomorrow he can be sorry for interrupting, for taking what he needed.

You pushed up against him to hold your lips against his as you said, “Don’t be sorry. I’ve missed you, too.”

Jesse pushed forward, done with teasing touches at your approval. He claimed your mouth with his, stealing the very breath from your lungs and replacing it with himself. You returned his frenzy, trailing your tongue against his before pulling back enough to nip at his lip, the shock of the sting shooting straight to his groin.

With a growl from deep in his chest, Jesse broke away, distracted for only a split second by the string of saliva connecting his lips to your sinful tongue, still poking out of your open mouth.

“Bedroom. Now,” he rasped, enamored at how quickly you jumped to follow his command, pulling him behind you to your bedroom door so you could both get what you needed.

[asofterkiss]

Mourning Lamb

ellie williams/female oc&dina/ellie | 1.9k | M 18+ | warnings: pov ellie, post thoroughfare, reference to past cannibalism, guilt, religion, sad all around, inspo from bones&all book, trauma, dubious consent (?), dream sequence, hums: august underground, mainfic: thoroughfare

“Violence…” The preacher opens his hands, his face so open in his emotions. He looks as disturbed and resigned as the people sitting on the pews do. “Violence is the root of evil. Violence will turn brother against brother. Sister against sister. And, by the Lord, we, the people in this very room, are all brothers and sisters.”

Ellie chews at the skin around her nail, her hand pressed close to her mouth and the other tucked tightly into the pocket of her sweater. She doesn’t want to be here. At all.

“We will not continue to live this life we have lived, brothers and sisters, if we do not forgive,” The preacher continues.

“Amen!” A woman shouts from a pew up front.

“And yet, we cannot forgive one another until we have forgiven ourselves.”

He closes his hands, taking slow steps across the room and regarding the listeners with a look that is full of judgment. He has to know he’s made about eighty percent of the room deeply uncomfortable. Violence, since the day of the outbreak, has been the way of life for most people. The ones who survived, anyway.

“Forgive and be forgiven, brothers and sisters,” He says.

“Amen! Amen, Reverend!” A man shouts.

“It is the reason we are here today,” He walks to the other side of the room with those same slow steps. “Every single one of us. Forgiveness. The Lord says ‘There is no peace for the wicked’. Don’t we all want to know peace?”

Ellie stops chewing and tries to stifle her heavy sigh, running her hand down her cheek and across her neck. She tells herself it’s not that she’s restless, not that she’s judging everyone else in the room, but she has no reason to be here. She’s not like them.

“Even the most wicked amongst us wants peace.” He goes up a step out in front, the smallest stage Ellie has ever seen. It’s like he hasn’t risen at all, still seeming the same height as those standing in the room, but maybe that’s the point. “Now, I’ve been doing these sermons for quite some time, and let me tell you, I’ve heard from every sort of person. Those who have sinned against themselves, those who have sinned against another. They come to me and they say: ‘Reverend Adam, I’m no good’. Time and time again, I hear, ‘Sometimes, it’s just too hard to be good’.”

A knot begins to form itself in Ellie’s throat.

“And to them, I say: ‘Let the Lord in. Let Him in and He will show you how to be good.’”

There is sparse clapping in the room, a few ‘Amen’s’ thrown in.

Ellie swallows hard and pushes off the wall, side stepping someone to go straight for the worn down double doors. She pushes them open and takes in several lungfuls of air, willing her heart to settle and her mind to stop thinking.

It was a bad idea to start with. There was no chance it would ever, ever do her any good to step into a place like that, not after everything. No, she vows to herself. Never again.

Hours later, sometime past midnight when she can hear the birds begin to chirp outside and see dawn peeking in, she falls asleep and she is in the chapel.

Though there is only one person besides her in the room, there is a chorus of humming. The voices overlap themselves, bouncing between her ears, churning something heavy in the pit of her stomach and ticking up her throat.

Ellie is aware that she is asleep. She’s dreamt this before, but never in this much detail. Never in this room. At times, it’s the boat. Other times, more often than not, it’s the cabin up on the mountain peak. Rarely, it’s the room where she was tied up in Birch Bay.

She can see the colors reflecting from the light coming in through the stained glass windows, sitting beautifully on the scratched wooden floorboards. It’s this that further proves that she’s dreaming. The chapel she visited doesn’t have stained glass windows.

But everything else is the same, down to the position of the crosses on the walls. Four pews on each side of the room, positioned to face the stage. Two alcoves holding candelabras, the candles emitting a saltwater smell so strong that she can taste. There is even dust flying in the air, shining in the sun, like it had been earlier.

There is one thing that draws her attention and keeps it. One definite sign that Ellie isn’t conscious, that Ellie isn’t in control.

Jude’s figure is drawn up tight on the stage, facing away from the entrance of the chapel, exactly in the middle of the stage between the rows of the pews. The bottom of the cross seems to blend into her head from where Ellie is standing, and her feet begin to move against her will. Jude doesn’t move. Not yet. She waits.

The humming lowers itself in volume as Ellie gets closer until it’s reduced to a simple buzz in her ear, but the feeling in her stomach and her throat hasn’t gone away. In fact, it gets worse. Her tongue feels colder. Her cheeks feel stiff. She can’t feel her fingertips and her socks feel wet inside of her shoes. Despite this, she keeps walking.

When she gets past the front row, there is a weight on her shoulders. It’s gentle, like familiar hands that guide her, that are there to comfort her. She can never see who it is. Can never hear the approaching steps. But she thinks it might be Joel. She doesn’t fight the weight, instead she lowers herself with it, sinking to her knees on the step below the stage. Jude is so close that she could reach out and touch her. Ellie wants to reach out and touch her, but it’s her turn to wait. And so, Ellie doesn’t move.

Her mind, however, races. Everytime, she follows the same process. Her first thought is always that Jude shouldn’t be on her knees. She has no reason to be in such a position. Always, Ellie wonders how long she had been waiting for her. Wonders if she was praying before Ellie appears, if she craves Ellie’s touch just as much as Ellie craves hers. She wonders if Jude knows. About the snow, about what came after, about Dina.

The second Ellie thinks of Dina, Jude lifts her shoulders and faces forward.

Only then, Ellie can speak. She never says the same thing, she can never control what comes out of her mouth, but tonight, after her visit to the chapel, all she can muster is a desperate plea, “Forgive me.”

“Forgive me,” Jude echos. She is the voice behind the humming, just hers and no one else.

Ellie’s arms move and she tugs on Jude’s shoulder, forcing her to turn around. She has to grab her waist, too, and it’s a struggle. Jude seems like a rag doll, weightless, staying in place where Ellie puts her. And Ellie’s grip is rough, turning her entire body around, so she faces Ellie. Jude’s face is passive, like those strange moments on the boat. Back when that’s all Jude was. A stranger. She’s just as beautiful as Ellie remembers, in her long dress and black boots, her rosary glinting against her chest.

Ellie grabs Jude’s face in her hands and kisses her lips, lingering for a long moment there, allowing it to be soft and gentle, then she kisses her again with more passion. She gives it her all.

It’s in these moments where she can get a sense of her real emotions coming through, where she can lick into Jude’s mouth and think: You’re not real, but I miss you. I think of you everyday. It's hard to sleep. It’s hard to eat. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. I don’t know who I am without you, but I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I know that I don’t deserve you. But you’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real.

Jude kisses her back and it makes Ellie think that maybe she knows. Maybe she can understand, even without the words being spoken. It feels like forgiveness. For now, it feels like hope.

As the kiss turns hungry, violent, Ellie pushes for more of it. And the world moves behind her closed eyes and, for a moment, she thinks she will get more. She thinks Jude is tipping to lay on her back, but when the lips against hers go away and she opens her eyes, Jude is standing above her, looming and staring.

Ellie’s mouth moves again to speak. “Kneel,” She says, her voice shaking and quiet. “Kneel down with me.” Keep kissing me, she means to say. Keep forgiving me.

“Kneel,” Jude repeats. Her hands come up to rest on the crown of Ellie’s head, a solid pressure that feels strange. Painful. “Kneel down for me.” She sounds different. It’s the Reverend’s voice laid over hers, making her sound mean and judgmental.

Tears leak down Ellie’s cheeks and she says, again, “Forgive me.” The pressure in her head gets worse, but so does the feeling in her throat, her mouth getting colder and colder. Her fingertips, too. She looks down at them, sees red in the pile of snow gathered in her cupped hands. She looks up at Jude. “Forgive me.” Ellie doesn’t want to be here anymore. The dream is different. She’s afraid. Afraid of Jude, afraid Jude is going to hurt her. “Forgive me.” When she speaks, she can taste it. The snow and the blood, the human meat and the oily slickness of it. “Forgive me.”

She wants Jude to speak again. She wants Jude to go away. She prays for it. Over and over again: Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

But all that comes out of her mouth is, “Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.”

The pressure in her head worsens and Jude remains the same. The humming comes back, dozens of different voices this time. None of them Jude’s. Ellie doesn’t have to turn around to look. She can feel it, the sudden prescense in the room, making her cry harder. She knows that the pews are full of everyone she’s ever killed, starting with Riley and ending with Tommy. There are no words to their song, but she feels it all the same. Forgiveness is not for you, they say. You don’t deserve peace.

Ellie crumbles, sobbing, releasing herself from Jude’s grip to lay her head against her feet. There is blood splattered on Jude’s boots, and the longer Ellie stays there, the more that fresh blood drips down, making her not want to look up. The song gets louder. Her body gets colder. Jude seems further and further away, despite the fact that Ellie can see her shoes right there in front of her face. She wants to reassure herself that Jude is still there, that Jude was real, that everything that happened was real, but she’s afraid of what she’ll see if she looks.

She wakes up to the sight of Dina beside her on the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard and her hands clutching the sheet across her lap. Dina doesn’t have to say anything for Ellie to know. They don’t speak. Ellie turns around to face the wall before closing her eyes.

She desperately tries to go back to sleep.

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Part 16 Vinny x Garmadon)

(You should check out part 1-15 if you haven't already it will give a WHOLE lotta context on this story and yea Vinny is a virgin)

(THIS CHAPTER HAS IMPLIED SMUT IF UNCOMFORTABLE DNI ,YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Garmadon kissed Vinny deeply keeping him pinned up against the wall he heard soft little whimpers from Vinny, he was honestly just extremely confident at the moment and didn't think much of what he was doing. Garmadon slid his tongue into Vinnys' mouth and causing the smaller to try and fight for dominance but his attempt was futile due to how submissive he was. Garmadon parted from the kiss multiple times giving Vinny some time to breathe. The larger grabbed the smaller before picking him up and wrapping his legs around his waist.

The oni parted from the kiss, "Your so fucking cute when you're like this~" Garmadon whispered into his lovers' ear in this dominant way earning a submissive whimper from the smaller. "G-Garm...we can't d-do this here...someone might s-see..." Vinny embarrassingly stuttered out looking away nervously. Garmadon didn't reply instead he began biting on the smallers' neck, Vinny was already covered in hickeys from the events prior. 'F-fuck..." Vinny quietly moaned out before covering his mouth with his hands, he trusted Garmadon enough not to drop him. Noticing this Garmadon grabbed Vinnys' hands and removed them from his mouth before lifting them above his head, "I want to hear your pretty little sounds~" The larger said in a more dominant voice and wrapping his lovers' hands around his neck.

Vinny obviously having no control of the situation obeyed it's not like he was complaining about this it was just that they were in a hallway and anyone could come and see them if he was at home with no one but the two of them he wouldn't be trying to stop this. Garmadon pressed his knee against his lovers' crotch earning a soft moan from him before he held onto Garmadon tightly hiding his face in the largers' shoulder. The larger smirked seeing this before letting go of the smaller and gently making him stand up again. "Well we can finish this later after all you wouldn't want to be caught, would you~?" Garmadon said out before licking his lips, winking at the smaller and walking away with a smirk on this face, "I...-" Vinny was speechless and completely embarrassed he couldn't believe it Garmadon did that to tease him. He covered his face embarrassingly and just stood there.

(END OF DA SMUT)

Lloyd and Nya walked into the hall and saw Vinny standing there his face was covered, "Hey umm, Vinny? You alright there?" Lloyd stuttered out curiously before the two walked over to him. Vinny stared up at them and the two both let out a choked laugh seeing how bright red he was, "W-whoa, what the hell happened to you? your face is as red as my brothers' gi" Nya said holding back a laugh while Lloyd was looking away laughing out loudly. "Lloyd I am generally about to kill your father" Vinny said out his face still bright red. Lloyd looked up at him before staring at Nya, "Oh and speaking ab out my father, I feel so betrayed that you didn't tell me that he was dating Vinny" Lloyd said out dramatically.

"Oh you know about that now, sorry" Nya chuckled out, "Anyway what did Garmadon do to you that made you look like a cherry" she added, Vinny blushed harder and covered his face. Lloyd observed Vinny before his eyes noticed bite marks on Vinnys' neck his eyes widened, " Did my dad give you hickeys!?" Lloyd shouted out surprisingly. Hearing that Nya laughed out and Vinny covered his face, "N-not so loud!" Vinny replied embarrassingly. Lloyd stood there not knowing whether to feel traumatised happy or scared. "Well well well looks like someone has been getting busy", Nya chuckled out. "

The two began teasing Vinny about this for a while. Unaware that Garmadon was hiding behind a wall smirking to himself, " This is going to be quite some fun today~" Garmadon thought to himself.

(OOOOOOO so yess there will be some smut but please excuse my shit writing of them i promise there not that bad and honestly the amount of times Vinny covered his face in this chapter is a bit tooooooo much but i hope you enjoy)

[mxpseudonym]

This Person Who Understands Me

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Blossom OC

Summary: Blossom is in a terrible accident and Luca can’t hold himself together.

Length: 1680

Warnings: Angsty! Whumpy! Vague details of a car crash.

Ask : Hi! I was wondering if you are taking requests, if you are I would love it if you could do a luca changretta x Blossom Oc in which Blossom gets really hurt physically, it doesn't have to be his fault. Would love angst, hurt/comfort. Anyway, hope you are having a good day :) (Also Im in love with your imagjnes) slayyyyy💅💗

A/N: I missed my favorite couple 🥹 . And this story just made me want to write another one that’s all fluff. I hope this fits the bill nonnie!

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Luca’s faith was habitual in nature. He went to mass to please his mother. He crossed his chest before meals and kissed the crucifix around his neck without a second thought because that’s how the Changrettas did it. And when they needed something to believe in or wanted God’s wrath to take care of a situation, it was nice to say a quick prayer. It had always been, and he’d lived an okay life because of it.

It was one of the last Saturdays of the summer, and Luca drove home with his windows down. He was just outside the city, coming home from talking to their upstate suppliers. He had his weekend planned. Go to the office and wrap up quick, get flowers for Blossom, then tease her to high heaven until she threatens to break off their movie date. Luca was rubbing his chin, smiling behind his hand at the thought of her pulling his ear when his body reacted on its own. The hair on his arms stood up as his heart rate picked up. He looked around, not seeing anything sinister around him, yet he sighed with a shaky breath. His was the only car on the road, but he picked up speed like someone was chasing him. Or rather, like he was racing against time.

Luca had never seen his brother so green in the face, his family so quiet when he burst into his mother’s kitchen, panting.

“What happened? What’s going on?” He asked, words jumbled but the sentiment there.

“How did you,” Angel began, but his mother stopped him.

“Luca, she’s hurt.”

“What?” He stumbled back, still panting but prepared to reach for his gun and find who he needed. His mother sighed. She may not have liked Blossom, but maternal instinct was in her bones.

“There was an accident, a freak accident the officers said. A trolley hit her ambulance. Luca, calm down,” she said, raising her hands to grasp her son’s face. “It was very bad, and she’s in surgery at the hospital.”

“Which one?”

“Luca,”

“Ma! Which one?!”

“St. Mark’s.”

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Seeing her was impossible, but leaving the hospital was out of the question. It was a car accident that sent equipment and the people inside banging into each other. They said she was bleeding internally and that her chest and legs were in bad shape. He couldn’t imagine it. She was just perfect when he’d left the night before with her warning to come back safe.

Luca moved from his chair in the waiting area and walked through the halls, not straying too far. He couldn’t catch his breath or stop his watering eyes.

“Not like this,” he murmured, loosening his tie. He walked into an empty stairwell. In the quiet, his forehead pressed against the gray wall as tears flowed. “Not like this.”

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Saturday turned to Sunday, and his mother bit her tongue about him not attending mass. She settled for bringing him to the shoddy hospital chapel instead. Luca held the basket of food she brought, staring into the fabric of the cloth that kept everything warm.

“They said she has another operation, Luca. You won’t see her today. Why don’t you try getting some sleep?” She asked. He huffed and rubbed his eyes with one hand.

“Sometimes I say something, and Blossom can just finish my sentence. When I buy her flowers, I already know the vase she’s gonna put them in. She knows what kind of day I’m having by how I sigh, apparently, and if I need a stiff drink or a movie. We don’t even have to talk to say something, we just look at each other, and it’s known. As long as I’m here, she knows it. She knows she’s not alone, Ma.”

He could feel his mother’s stare, but he’d said his piece, and that was all. He’d spent 5 years with Blossom, and there was no telling him anything about her. This person understood him so completely, and the thought of her not being there for anything else in his life? He wouldn’t accept it.

He didn’t know when his aunts joined him or when they started to pray. But their mumbled prayers filled his ears. He attempted but found himself cursing his body for wanting food, sleep, or water in a situation like this. When he began threatening the divine himself - she better make it through this. I’m not asking - he gave it up entirely.

He sighed and looked to the ceiling again. The tears were welling, and he didn’t try to stop them.

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“Mom was up half the night crying because you said there’s no one after Blossom for you. She really hates her.”

“Lonnie,”

“Stop interrupting me and eat.” Luca’s sister sat beside him on the outdoor bench in her school uniform. She was there from the beginning, quietly studying in the waiting room and only leaving the hospital for school because she knew Blossom would scold her if she didn’t. Lonnie sighed, leaning back.“I guess I can’t blame her. She’s caused us hell. I’ve never seen my brother cry so much and look like complete shit. First time for everything.”

Luca scoffed at her while taking a bite of the meal she’d brought. Yolanda, Lonnie, Changretta was only 16, but she was already different than him. When he was her age, he couldn’t wait to be a little older. On the other hand, Lonnie knew how young she was and used it to her advantage. She could say just about anything and get away with it.

“You really want to talk about how much everyone hates her right now?” He asked, laughing with no humor. There was a long silence, and the sound of rustling before the scent of burning tobacco wafted around them.

“What kind of woman names her child Blossom?” She asked before taking a pull from her cigarette.“That’s what I thought for nearly two years. It wasn’t just because I was 11 when I met her. A real kid. It’s because you call her that like it’s written on her birth certificate, like the big idiot you are.” She exhaled. “I remember thinking, how did you manage to find a woman who hated you and fall in love with her. And then I thought, how did you manage to get a woman who hates you to love you?”

“And now?” He asked, wondering if this was going somewhere.

“And now, I’m mad at God too.” Luca whipped his head toward her. He’d never mentioned that, not even to Ronnie. “She’s actually really amazing. I was only young when I met her, so of course, I sided with mom. But she’s always gotten me gifts and is kinder than some of those church ladies. If she yells at me for not wearing layers in the cold, she’s probably going to make me a scarf for the next time she sees me. That sort of thing. And she’s the one who told me I should try doing piano classes even if I ended up not liking them. And I don’t like it. But it was like a joke between us. She was going to come to my last recital on Thursday. But,”

Luca watched as tears dripped down his sister’s face to the white collar of her Saint Mary’s uniform. “Now she’s gotta worry about staying alive. How stupid. So yeah, me too. I’m mad at Him. But in your case, don’t be so angry you can’t care for her. Say your prayers and get some rest so that when the time comes, you won’t collapse at her bedside. She’d kill you for that.”

“When did you get so wise?” Luca chuckled a real laugh for the first time in ages.

“I’ve always been. You’re just now catching on.”

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The sprinkling of rain that wet the concrete wasn’t enough to make the hospital close the windows on such a humid Monday. Luca stared out at the trees thick with leaves and flowers and the people who walked along the busy path below. She would like this view, he thought when he approved the room. The nurses watched her in a separate room all night, and now he’d get to see her with his own eyes. The doors opened, and he heard wheels on the tiles before he turned to take her in.

Blossom was bruised all over, black eye and busted lip included. Her chest was a spattering of purple and blue. But the worst of it was her legs. One was in a cast up to her knee, and the other was in a full leg splint with rods keeping it in place. But she was awake. The doctors spoke to Ronnie, Angel, and his mothers as the nurses helped her onto the bed. Luca couldn’t move as he watched. Blossom blinked slowly in a daze and winced through the worst of it. But soon, she was propped up by blankets, and her legs were elevated.

When their eyes finally met, he was by her side in a second, just as her tears began welling. He could only hear his heartbeat and feel a tear leak down his face as he cupped her face.

“You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she agreed, nodding. “A little worse for wear, but I knew you were here.”

Luca breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good. Good.” As gently as he could, he wrapped his arms around her. He moved closer and flattened his palm against her upper back to stop himself from pulling her. He just needed to hold her.

“This hurts,” she whimpered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, not loosening his grip in the slightest.

“I was so scared,” she whispered into his skin. She trembled in his arms, and Lonnie’s words rang clear in his head.

“You made it. You were always going to make it, and I’m here now to go the rest of the way with you.”

[filipfuckingtelford]

Just before the shadows fall. Part 2

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic. 18+ ONLY

Y/N decided not to tell Chibs about her dreams. Her old man had enough of worries with the club, he was a President now and had to make Sons come back from the ashes. And he was good at it, only his old lady knew how hard it was for him after Jax's death to hold on and be in charge of the MC.

Besides, Y/N didn't have more dreams about Juice in a week already and thought that probably it won't happen again. She still didn't know why those dreams started at all, but probably she just missed her friend. Family lost so many beloved members in last couple of yers it was hard to wrap your mind around it. Juice, Bobby, Clay, Gemma, Unser, Jax and Tara, Opie, so many wonderful people were gone. She was just missing them so much, that's what Y/N told herself.

Chibs was staying at the clubhouse late that night and his old lady was waiting for him, sitting on the couch, reading a book. Peaceful, quiet night. She didn't notice how she fell asleep.

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Y/N was biting her nail, looking at the cell phone in her hand. She knew guys were out already, but didn't dare to come to the clubhouse. She was now dating Juice but it was only a month before Sons were arrested, she didn't even know if Ortiz told anyone about them, so Y/N decided not to bother anyone in the club with her presence. She could wait for her boy without his family, just living her life and doing her job.

Opie visited the tattoo shop several times to check if she was doing fine without Happy, probably her boss asked his brother to take care of her. God, she wanted to ask him about Juice but decided not to. It's been 14 months since she saw her boy for the last time. And he was out today.

Y/N knew they will have to gather in the clubhouse first to discuss everything that was going on while Sons were inside. But she hoped that afterwards Juice will visit her or call her at least. She promised to wait for him, but wasn't sure if he didn't change his mind about her. What if Juan Carlos didn't want to come back to her? The thought was heartbreaking and Y/N was trying to push it away and just wait.

Suddenly the phone started ringing and she saw the name on the screen that she haven't seen for more than a year. "Boy" - those three letters on the screen made Y/N's heart squeeze and race as she picked up.

"Hello, girl" She heard the familiar voice and closed her eyes with a relieved sigh.

"Hello, boy" Y/N replied, her voice trembling with emotions. She missed him so damn much.

"I... can I see you?" Juice asked and by the sound of his voice Y/N knew, he wasn't sure if she was still waiting for him.

"Yes!" She laughed, tears falling down uncontrollably "I have a day off. I'm waiting for you"

"I'll be there in no time" Otriz let out a sigh and hang up.

Y/N opened the door right after he knocked it and next moment Juice hugged her and lifted her right away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her palms laying on the back of his head as he was kissing her, unable to stop. She found herself pressed against the wall, his kisses becoming more deep and passionate with every moment, making her moan with desire.

"Fuck I missed ya!" Juice moaned into her ear, when they pulled away from each other to catch a breath.

"My boy" Y/N smiled, her palms moving under his shirt, touching his prefect body finally after so long. She tugged him towards the bedroom looking into his eyes and teasing him slightly "You need to show me how much you missed me"

"Like hell, girl" Juice grinned, following her and taking his shirt off on the way. "I haven't seen you for fourteen months, one week, three days and eight hours"

The fact that he was counting hours made Y/N laugh gently and shake her head. He was unbelivable, made her love him even more. She unbuttoned her shirt quickly never taking her eyes off Juice who was undoing his belt and jeans impatiently. They needed each other and there was no way they could wait longer.

Another kiss followed as their clothes were falling down on the floor, the heat of two bodies, pressed against each other as close as it was possible made it almost unable to breath.

"God... Juan Carlos" Y/N moaned, when Juice entered her with one move, as she was laying on the bed and he placed her leg on his hip. He only moaned in reply and looked into her eyes before he kissed her again.

It was fast, hard and rough, the way Juice was loving her this time. The heat of their bodies, their moans, kisses and bites, fingers tangled together, and their eyes locked all the time. They both needed to get as much of each other as they could, now when they were finally together again. But it was only the first round and Ortiz was not going to stop any time soon.

"Y/N" She heard her name while they were laying next to each other, holding hands and having a smoke, but the voice didn't belong to Juice. She frowned slightly...

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...And next moment she woke up on the couch in the living room because Chibs was calling her name quietly, kneeled next to her.

"Lass, you made me worry, I couldn't wake you up" Filip said quietly, touching her cheek with his fingers. He did looked worried and it made Y/N feel guilty.

She still felt Juice's touch, still could hear his moanes next to her ear and it was so real. Frowned, she sat up on the couch, looking around as if she was trying to understand which world actually existed.

"Are you okay?" Chibs asked and cupped her face making her look at him "What happened?"

"Just a nightmare... don't worry, Filip, I'm fine. I didn't notice how I fell asleep" Y/N tried to push the memories of her dream away, her life was real, her husband was real and she made him worry.

"I'm sorry I had to stay at the clubhouse so late, love. The delivery was delayed and I needed to make sure everyting went smooth" Chibs explained as if he really felt guilty.

It made Y/N frown and lean closer to her man, cupping his face, her fingers gently brushing against his skin. "You don't have to be sorry, Filip. It's okay. Let's go to bed, you need sleep"

Next morning as soon as Chibs left, Y/N headed to the cemetery. She thought maybe visiting Juice this way will help her to get rid of the dreams. Maybe, she thought, she felt guilty for never visiting his grave.

There was no one around in such an early hour, Y/N was walking among the gravestones untill she reached the one she needed. No flowers, no signs of anyone visiting this grave. Nothing. She kneeled infront of it and placed several flowers on the ground, then took Juice's rings that were laying on top of the tombstone, left by Chibs couple years ago right after the funeral and started cleaning those carefully.

"I'm so sorry, Juice. I don't know what happened to you, I don't know what you've done, but I miss you" Y/N whispered quietly, wiping dust and plaque from the metal "I'm sorry I haven't been here for so long, it's just so much pain here. But I want you to know, you are missed. We all miss you"

Y/N didn't know what else to say. She returned his rings on the top of the headstone. Then she pressed her fingers to her lips and her fingers to the name on the granite. "Please, stop. Have peace" She whispered and left, feeling a little relieved, maybe now it will end, Y/N thought.

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"I need to talk to you" said the message on the screen when Y/N looked at it, distracted from her wok. She frowned. It's been a week since guys came back, Juice seemed to be nervous when they were spending time together, she thought it was because of the club issues, but this message made her worry.

"Sorry" She said to her client and dialed Juice's number. "What is it, boy?" Y/N asked as soon as he picked up.

"Not on the phone" There were some new undertones in his voice she never heard before "Can we meet?"

"I have to finish my work first. My place in two hours" Y/N sighed, something happened and it made her feel sick with some unpleasant premonition.

"Okay" Juice breathed out and hang up, leaving her confused and worried.

Y/N finished the ink she was working on trying to be as careful as she could, but still made couple of mistakes yet unnoticed by the client. Then she headed back home as soon as she could.

Juice was already there, he was sitting on the couch, his fingers clenched together as he was looking down at his palms. As soon as he heard the door opened, Ortiz raised his head and looked at Y/N.

She froze, seeing his eyes. Those big brown eyes she adored. Something deep inside of his eyes changes, as if the light burning there went out. Y/N came up to Juice and kneeled infront of him, cupping his face with her palms.

"What happened, Juan Carlos?" Y/N asked in awhile as Juice was still silent.

"I've been at the police office today" He said, his voice trembling a little, he was trying to look away, but she didn't allow him to.

"What do they have on you? We'll deal with anything, boy" Y/N thought he was about to be arrested again.

"No... I... It's nothing" Juice tried to pull away "I didn't have to tell you. Sorry, let's just watch some movie"

"Juan Carlos. Tell me what's going on. I promise I won't tell anyone" Y/N realized it was something more serious. Something that broke her boy.

"Sheriff found out who my father was. That he was black. He will tell the club if I don't cooperate" Juice confessed after several moments of silence.

"How does it matter?" Y/N frowned, she couldn't understand.

"Club has a rule, black are not allowed. If he tells them I'm screwed, they will kick me from the club" Juice explained and Y/N heard panic in his voice.

"Shh, boy, calm down" She pulled him to herself and Ortiz sat on the floor next to her obediently. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back gently "Listen. You need to talk to someone from the club about it. Maybe Chibs, you told me how good he was for you. He will advise you what to do and I'm sure he won't tell the rest of your brothers if you ask him not to"

"No!" Juice exclaimed, pulling away, he was so scared at this point "No one from the club should know! Shit, I didn't have to tell you, you will tell Happy and I will be expelled"

"Please, calm down. Easy, please, boy, I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear to god, your secret is safe with me" Y/N tugged him closer to herself again, her palms stroking his head gently as she was trying to calm him down, kissing his face as soft and gentle as she could. And when Juice relaxed a little, allowing her to hold him again, she continued "My point is you proved yourself loyal to the club, you've been with them through so much shit already and never stepped back. I'm sure they will make an exception for you. Just promise me you will think about it before you make any decision, okay? Consider talking to one of your brothers before you give your answer to Roosevelt"

Juice nodded slightly, relaxing in her arms, allowing Y/N to hold him and kiss him. He seemed to feel better when she was around, giving him all her love, all compassion and support. Soon he calmed down and let her lead him to bedroom and undress him. Y/N made Juice lay down and nestled next to him still holding her boy in her arms, allowing him to fall asleep feeling her close.

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Y/N opened her eyes with a heavy sigh. The weight of the dream and what happened there seemed to press on her still in the real life. As much as the first dreams were filled with joy, love and passion, this one was different, dark and disturbing, leaving her anxious.

"Shit, Juice. Please stop!" She whispered, trying to stop shivering. She needed to calm down before Chibs woke up. Y/N didn't want him to know about her dreams, she didn't want him to worry about her.

Her old man was sleeping peacefully next to her, his arm under her neck. There was no need to wake him up. Filip had enough of shit to worry about and as his old lady she was supposed to take care of him and support her husband.

Yet it was not that easy to calm down. The scenes from the dream kept returning as soon as she was trying to close her eyes and sleep. It was only at the break of dawn when Y/N finally fell asleep again.

[willsimpforanyone]

bestie i need you do do part two of this where Jason apologizes and fixes his problems with YN and they love each other better than ever: https://www.tumblr.com/willsimpforanyone/716214245734416385/for-some-reason-i-now-have-a-desire-for-angst-so?source=share

bestie i reread what i wrote and broke my own heart so i shall give u what u wish even if it took so long for me to get round to it

this is a part 2 of this fic

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3 months go by. Breathing became a little more bearable every day. The bags under my eyes lessened, and the urge to cry every time I left my bed slowly released its grip on my heart.

I went outside more, Robert was thrilled to have his big brother back and while I tried my best to take all responsibility off of Daisy's shoulders, she was 14 now and determined to prove she was basically an adult.

I swore up and down that I was fine, I was good! No point missing someone if they weren't around much to begin with, is there?

Missing him wasn't even something I was aware of, for a while. I just knew there was an empty space under my ribcage, numb and cold and nothing I did could make it... go away.

Jason hadn't been in Camp Halfblood for months now. Maybe he was staying away deliberately, too ashamed or afraid to come back and risk facing me. I told myself that was fine, he could be a coward if he wanted.

It wasn't fine, gods above, I missed him so much. I'd broken up with people before, but it had never felt like this, like this feeling would never end.

I was woken up by Daisy storming into the cabin. "Don't go outside!"

Blinking and scowling, I dragged a hand over my face. "W-what? Daise, shh, what?"

She stood in the middle of the floor, eyes darting to the door and back to me, body poised and on edge like she wasn't sure which way to go. "Um, you can't- don't go outside!" Daisy made a split second decision and bolted back out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

My brain was still heavy with sleep fog, but I took a deep breathe and slipped on some shoes, preparing to go outside.

The morning air was cold and I shivered in my pyjamas, standing just outside the now open door of the cabin. "Daisy? What's wrong?"

She hadn't gone far, and she turned around to run back to me, pushing at me to go back inside. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed a sleepy kiss to her head. "Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong, then I'll go inside, okay?"

"It's..." Daisy wrapped her arms around me, almost protectively. "It's Jason, he's back."

The way she said it, so low and sinister, made me laugh. "Daise, he's not a serial killer, he's not a threat, I promise." She looked up at me, deadly serious in the way only a 14 year old could be. I swallowed, schooling my face into something reassuring. "Thank you for telling me, but I can handle him, okay?"

Daisy pulled out of the hug and I let her tug me back inside. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was only 6:30am and I was suddenly more awake, worried. "Daisy, why were you awake? Why were you outside so early?"

She sat on her bed and I sat next to her. "Um," she began, pushing her hair behind her ears. "I heard yesterday that some people from Camp Jupiter were coming today, real early, and I wanted to... I don't know, make sure he wasn't with them and if he was with them, tell you about it so you wouldn't be surprised."

My heart melted for my adorable little sister, and I nudged her shoulder. "Hey, that was really sweet of you, Daise. It means a lot that you care about me, but right now I need you to go back to bed, okay?" I kissed her temple. "We don't have to be up until 10, so try and get some more sleep, okay?"

Daisy nodded, giving me one last hug before slipping under the covers and closing her eyes. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief that she hadn't had a nightmare or anything- she was too young to be going on quests, and in my eyes she always would be.

Now that I was fully awake, the reality of the situation was hitting me. I'd likely see Jason today, at least I'd see him around if not have to interact with him directly. I looked over at my bed, mourning the idea of catching up on sleep, before I crept out the cabin door, closing it silently behind me.

The air was still cold and I let it chill me, let it counter the warming effect of the adrenaline creeping through my veins. A deep breath wasn't quiet enough to convince me I wasn't anxious, and I started walking.

No one else was really up, and I stayed away from the Big House so I didn't have to hear any of the Camp Jupiter people this early in the morning. I wasn't really aware of where I was going, letting intuition guide me until I was up near the strawberry fields.

I snuck a strawberry, revelling in my tiny rebellious act, and I sat with my back against a tree.

Something snapped, and I was standing again, hand flying to my wrist where I kept my whip coiled around as a bracelet. My eyes met sky blue ones.

"Whoa, just me, I promise."

Jason's voice sent me reeling- it both calmed me down and sent aggressive energy coursing through me. I wobbled on unsteady feet before deciding to slump back down against the tree.

"What, following me now, Grace?" My voice didn't come out as bitter as I wanted it to. Jason slipped down beside me, a few inches between us.

Silence reigned for a minute. He was going to speak first, I was sure of it. I had nothing to say to him that I could admit out loud.

I heard him inhale.

"I'm sorry."

Gods, I hated how much that soothed me. "Sorry for what?"

"For leaving you. For prioritising my work over you every time. For pretending everything was fine when it wasn't." He was looking out over the strawberry fields, hands clenching into the fabric of his jeans. "I fucked up. I fucked up so much because somehow I managed to lose the best thing that's ever happened to me and I've spent the last 3 months wondering why I didn't just... get my shit together."

The last part was said through a self-deprecating laugh and I held my hands in my lap to not reach out and reassure. He was right, he fucked up, I loved him with everything and he only loved me with something.

"Yeah, I wondered that too." I reached over and nabbed another strawberry. "So? If I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, what're you gonna do about it?"

I saw him shrug, and reach into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. "Well, this is a start, I suppose."

He handed me the paper, and I opened it up. "You... You're not a praetor? I thought- why are you not a praetor?"

Jason smiled slightly, head hanging down. "Because I'm a kid. Because I don't want to be in charge anymore." He looked up at me. "Because if you were to give me a second chance, I wanted you to know it would already be better."

Oh. Oh, he did this for me? He... he was always going to be in charge, he was the son of Jupiter, how could he not...?

"I know I don't have any right to ask for you back," he continued, the smallest hope creeping into his voice. "But the fact that you haven't thrown that paper back in my face and told me to fuck off is a positive sign, right?"

Despite myself, I laughed. "Watch it, Jason, I'm not forgiving you right away."

He held up his hands, but his smile got a little bigger. "Right away, huh? Does that mean... do you think it would be okay if I tried to win you back? I'll plan a really good first date, I swear."

Curse everything, curse my stupid, hopeless, romantic heart.

"You better court me like a proper gentleman, Grace, or I'll set my sister on you."

He grinned, properly grinned, and it sent a shot of warmth right through me. "Of course, I don't think I could stand up to Daisy if I tried."

I nodded. "Quite right, she's very protective." I reached for another strawberry, letting the inches between us reduce, just for a moment.

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okay i really hope that was good, thank you for requesting!

[beautifultypewriter]

Hi! Aaaand Jory anon is here again, haha! Can I choose him for Mystical Magical Saturday? Thank you!

Jory anon!!!! I was hoping to see you today. Thank you for sending my man. I got a little carried away and now I kind of want to make this a thing. Hope you like it!

The Prompt: “I know.”

Sansa scoffed from next to you, gripping your hand tighter as she watched her sister chase her younger brother around the courtyard of Winterfell. You turned to the older Stark girl as she leaned closer to you, and you smiled, “You don’t want to play with your brother and sister?”

Sansa wrinkled her nose as she looked up at you, “I’m a lady and ladies don’t run around in the snow.”

You nodded to her, adopting a more solemn look, “Of course, you’re right, my sweet.” She smiled at you and you grinned back, “Would the little lady like to take a walk through the glass gardens?” Sansa’s smile widened as she nodded at you. You walked through the courtyard with your niece clinging to your hand, leading her towards what had always been your favorite part of your home. Even as a child you spent the majority of your time in the gardens. As you and Sansa slowly made your way through Winterfell, you could feel a pair of eyes following you.

Walking past the Guards Hall, you stopped short as your path was blocked. You looked up to see Jory standing in front of you. He nodded and bowed to Sansa, “My lady.” She curtsied back to him, a small smile on her face. He turned to you then, giving you the same treatment, as you nodded back to him. He smiled, “Where are you two headed to?”

Sansa squeezed your hand as she spoke, “The Glass Gardens.”

Jory nodded, his eyes shifting to you, “Might I see you both there safely?” Sansa looked to you as well.

You smiled, “That would be lovely. Thank you.” The three of you set off, a comfortable silence settling over you.

As soon as you reached the gardens, Sansa had let go of your hand and wandered towards some newly sprouted flowers. You followed behind her with a quiet laugh passing your lips. Jory kept his eyes on you, but he stayed by the door, not wanting to intrude, but being unwilling to leave your presence all the same. When you turned to look at him, he averted his gaze, hoping that you had not caught his staring.

You smirked to yourself as you turned back to Sansa. She was waving you over to the flower bed that she was kneeling in front of.

After a couple hours of walking and talking, you and Sansa made your way back to the Great Hall, Jory dutifully following behind the pair of you. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked, though every time you turned towards him, he was looking elsewhere. Sighing to yourself, you moved into the warmth of the hall and took a seat next to your brother, watching as Jory went to sit at one of the lower tables, his eye catching yours only briefly before you were both pulled into your own conversations.

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The day had been quiet as you’d spent most of it alone, riding your horse in the Wolfswood. Ned really didn’t like when you went outside the walls alone, but what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him. You had been able to get in through the Hunter’s Gate and all the way back to the stables undetected. You had been so confident that no one had seen you, that you just strolled out into the courtyard without a care in the world. You regretted that immediately as you nearly jumped out of your skin when you ran right into Jory. Pressing a hand over your chest, you tried to calm your beating heart, “You frightened me.”

Jory quickly looked at his boots, his ears turning red, “My apologies. That had not been my intention.” You giggled quietly and he smiled at you, “Might I accompany you back inside?” You took the arm that he had extended to you, giving him a simple nod. The two of you walked together, your footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Jory was looking at the floor and you were looking at him. He bit his lip as he shook his head lightly. You said nothing as you waited. You knew he would eventually pluck up the courage to say whatever he was debating about in his head. Smiling to yourself, you continued on, watching the man from the corner of your eye.

Jory glanced at you, his eyes roving over your serene face and he couldn’t hold it back anymore, “You know I’ve always…” he looked up at you, “I mean to say that you, uh, or I…” He cleared his throat and straightened up. His eyes met yours, “I’m quite fond of you.” His ears were burning red, but he held your gaze as you smiled gently at him.

“I know.” You dropped his arm, turning to face him fully as you stared at each other.

He nodded to you, “Right… well.” You waited patiently, but all you got from him was a nod as he turned to walk away from you. Before he could get away, you reached out and gently wrapped your hand around his elbow. Jory turned back to you, a shocked expression on his face. You only smiled as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. His response was swift as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. Pulling back from him, he chased your lips, capturing them again as you smiled into the kiss.

You would have stayed there all day, but the sound of voices had you pulling away again. Jory took a step back from you just as your brother and his wife rounded the corner. Ned looked surprised to see you and Jory standing in the corridor together, but Cat gave you a knowing smile. You smiled back at her as Jory gave some excuse to leave the situation as quickly as possible. Ned nodded to his captain, still looking a bit bewildered, and watched him turn and walk away. As Jory passed you, he gave you a small smile, one that conveyed a promise to find you later to finish what you had started.

[nani-nonny]

Today’s writing warmup consisted of Subject 03 and Leo from my separated au idea (Mystic Mirror on the wall… blah blah blah I still don’t have a name for it) and a “what if” idea where Subject 03 begins the yokai invasion to the surface hehe

I surprisingly had a lot of fun with this lol vvvvv (definitely didn’t write 1.2k words for this warmup…/bad sarcasm)

Leo stops abruptly , catching himself on the railing of the bridge and nearly flips over. He looks up—up above the bridge’s arches and atop its beams. His eyes widen at the sight of the softshell clad in the sheep warrior’s armor—or something akin to it.

His heart is pounding against his chest, beating and beating against it and ricocheting off his ear drums. His nerves are screaming, alerting him that the bridge won’t last long. Warning him that Three won’t hesitate to order one of the flying drones to kill him where he stands.

But he can’t run away. Not now. Not when his brother needs him.

“Three!” Leo yells over the screams of the innocent and the buzzing of the drones. He shields his head when an android raises its arm, and the panels lift from its forearm to reveal a laser that releases an ear-piercing shriek before firing at several vehicles. Explosions burst with life and destruction, making his ears ring and stealing the sound from his world for a few seconds.

When Leo recovers and rises from his crouched position, he flinches when he sees Three hovering before him on the propellers Titan had once decorated with stickers. Even from the blur that are the propellers blades, he can tell Three had removed the stickers…

“You have a choice to make, Subject 09: Project Red-Eared Slider,” Three’s voice cuts through the chaos.

A woman’s screech makes Leo jump, and he looks over his shoulder but metal groans and screeches and his jaw is grabbed in a metallic, three-pronged hold. His jaw is in Three’s spider-leg’s grip, forced to face the softshell whose gaze glares down at him.

“Hear me, Subject 09, for I won’t be repeating myself.”

Leo swallows, fighting the urge to look at the chaos ensuing behind him. “What the hell are you doing? We were supposed to meet up today! We were supposed to make plans to run away together—all four of us! You promised! What happened to the mirror? What happened to the realm? What happened to Karai Hamato?”

Three’s head cocks to the side, eyes remaining cold as ever.

Leo can’t read Three’s expressions with the helmet the softshell is wearing. He can’t predict what Three is thinking. And it makes him realize he never really grew to know Three.

“We were getting along just fine! What happened since yesterday? What did Draxum do to you?” Leo asks but is suddenly greeting the concrete face to face.

His whole world spins, he can’t tell what’s left from right or up from down. But he swears the ground was supposed to be beneath his feet, not pressed against his face.

Three’s voice nearly growls at him with unbridled fury, his tone guttural and animalistic. “You will refer to Him as Master!”

Leo closes his eyes to ease the world’s spinning, hoping it will stop soon. “Alright, fine, whatever! What did Master do to you? What is happening?”

Three’s grip on Leo’s face doesn’t cease, nor does the anger die from his tone. Leo’s lucky Three hasn’t given the androids and drones any new orders, despite how angry he is.

“The time has come, Subject 09. The yokai race have finally taken their first step to reclaiming what once was lost! Years of planning—years of experimenting has finally paid off. No longer must we hide in the shadows! After several millennia, the yokai will finally be reunited with the sun!”

Three pulls Leo’s face off the ground and stares into his eyes. “This is what we were made for. This is our purpose. So… you must make your choice, Subject 09.”

Three releases Leo and holds out his hand—not a robotic spider leg or a condescending finger. He holds out his hand, free from its glove and coated in thick calluses. It’s an offering hand, granting mercy to Leo.

The slider stares at Three’s hand then up at Three’s eyes. He still can’t read Three’s expression…

“Will you join me as my brother and fight by my side? Or will you die a traitor to your own kind?”

Leo freezes. Die? Why is that even an option? Of course he doesn’t want to die! But he can’t join this—whatever this truly is. He just wanted his brothers—he wanted his family. He doesn’t want this.

“Can’t we think of something else?” Leo asks from the floor.

Three doesn’t budge.

“Can I think about it?”

Three’s hand closes to a tight fist, clenching so tightly that it starts to shake. “So that is your choice? You’d rather die than be my brother?”

Leo raises his hands to disagree, but he stops when he’s met face-to-face with the barrel of a pistol. It’s not a gun like Leo has ever seen before—no human has ever held a gun like this. He swallows nervously but doesn’t dare to move.

“Three, you don’t want to do this. I’m your brother—,” Leo tries to reason but Three cuts him off.

“I have no brother.”

Leo clenches his teeth, he manages to speak between his teeth, “And Master isn’t your family.”

The gun clicks, making Leo flinch, but he’s not met with his fate. No, he doesn’t even hear the bullet shift in the chamber. Was it a blank?

He sees a flicker of emotion in Three’s eyes, they widen with shock.

Before Three can make a move, Leo slaps the gun out of his face and lunges at Three, slamming the softshell onto the ground. He grabs Three’s wrist and rips the helmet off the softshell’s face. He’s once second from punching Three straight in the jaw when he sees a lone tear fall from Three’s left eye.

Leo stops, “Three?”

Three glares up at Leo, his murderous stare contradicting the pitiful tear that stains his temple. His eyes are uneven with one eye closed slightly more than the other.

Leo pauses, looking down at the dark bruise on Three’s temple, realizing why Three’s eyelids are uneven. “Three? What happened while we were gone?”

“Initiate Command 09-11.17!” Three suddenly yells at the top of his lungs, and all the chaos behind Leo stops abruptly.

Leo looks over his shoulder to see each and every single drone and android staring at him with red eyes. They’re frozen where they stand as they register their new command before they all charge at him at once. Leo scrambles to his feet immediately and throws himself over the ledge of the bridge as lasers and bullets shoot where his body once was.

Leo hangs from the bridge’s beams, desperately clinging for his life.

But Three hovers a short distance from him, helmet back on and eyes colder than before. He’s filling the gun this time, making Leo watch as he inserts—darts!—they’re darts filled with a mysterious liquid in each canister.

Three aims the barrel of the pistol at Leo once again, but this time he doesn’t speak. He merely pulls the trigger, and Leo feels a sharp prick in his neck.

Leo doesn’t feel anything at first, but the next second he feels lightheaded. The world is off and his body doesn’t feel like his own. His view is somehow dark and the wind is flying past his skin. The water below is getting closer and closer, then the air seems full. The lights darken and his world disappears.

I kind of want to write this idea as a story now that I’ve explored it a bit more…