#chapter 2 of trying to keep my sanity intact!

[sexysilverstrider]

SGAO | Unrequited Destiny 2

   The sun shined brilliantly above the bright blue skies. People and Pokémon walked about, greeting each other with a sense of familiarity the moment they locked eyes. Some of the older Pokémon lounged about, snoozing away peacefully while the younger ones frolicked in joy with playful human children. The older humans were just as peaceful, minding their own stalls or just enjoying a walk as the cool breeze caressed their aged skin.

   A flock of Starlys chirped as they perched on a roof. Some sang a bit too excitingly, waking people and Pokémon with its ecstatic cries.

   One boy fidgeted in his futon, mumbling incoherent noises as his slumber was quietly being interrupted. The blanket lowered slightly, enabling a warm ray of sunlight that pierced through the window to kiss his squinted eyelids.

   Another grumble. Another mumble.

   Black and purple hair covered most of his face, tickling his nose that made him scrunch woozily. One hand holding the edge of the blanket, he lazily swiped the duo-coloured bangs to the side and nuzzled into the soft pillow. Comfort and warmth pulled his body closer to the futon, and he genuinely considered to sleep a little bit more before starting the day.

   “Kieran, wake up, dear! Breakfast is ready!”

   Alas, the sound of an elderly woman hushed away the final air of his slumber. Though not as loud, it was more than enough to make him stir.

   Slowly, eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of hauntingly beautiful yellow eyes.

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   “Are you sure you packed everything?”

   Aoi wondered if she might offend him if she rolled her eyes. “Yes, I did.” One hand holding her Rotomphone, she rested her left elbow on the bus’s window sill. Cheek rested on her curled left fingers. Mouth lazily curled a smile at his deep sigh.

   “I’m just afraid you won’t have enough to eat, you know.” Arven spoke from the other side of the screen. Sounds of Mabosstiff’s barking filled the room, somewhat agreeing with his concerns.

   While not an eyeroll, a snort was instead let out. “I can make my own food. Did you forget about that?”

   “The last time you ‘make your own food’,” his fingers made an air-quote, “the ingredients basically exploded and spilled on the floor.” Shivers ran down his spine at the memory. Never in his life had he seen a person fucking up a sandwich so bad. “Do you know how badly I wanted to curl on the ground and cry when I saw that?”

   “You did, though.” A simple reply.

   “And I don’t want to do it again!” A sharp retort.

   How it always amused her to see her dear friend get riled up over the cutest things. Warmth kissed her cheeks, both from the bright heat of Kitakami’s sun and the silly conversation they were having.

   In truth, seeing Arven getting fussy over such a trivial matter was far, far better than being forced to see hope being snuffed out right in his very eyes the second he saw AI Sada leave through the time portal.

   The corner of her mouth twitched just the slightest.

   “In any case,” she sighed, ridding away the bitter memory deep into her brain, “I know how to feed myself. I heard Kitakami has a lot of delicious food so I’m pretty sure I won’t starve for a month.” Her back straightened. One arm stretched to the side. Black eyes, unshielded by her usual sunglasses, twinkled to see him flash a small smile.

   “Promise me you’ll be fine?”

   Her smile froze.

   It was a simple promise. A simple request.

   Yet her heart ached, constricted painfully at the implications of his words. She knew the hidden meaning. She sensed the gloom within.

   Silence lingered for a few heartbeats. Black eyes looked at the screen. At the young man who returned her gaze, solemn, waiting for her answer that impacted him more than she could ever fear.

   Arven had gone through so much. So much.

   The hand that held the Rotomphone squeezed slightly. “I promise,” was all she said, smile tugged upwards, heavily.

   The smile he returned seemed sombre. It hurt her.

   “I’ll miss ya, little buddy.” Arven laughed softly, deep voice ringing on the screen. “Don’t forget to call me every now and then, alright!” His smile was back, wider and brighter.

   It eased some of the pain.

   “Of course.” Her smile grew in sincerity. Left hand was raised, both index and middle fingers positioned close to her winking eye. “I promise to feed myself, bring back some souvenirs, and have a good time!”

   After a few more minutes of casual conversation, they both ended the call. Letting the device zoom back into her backpack, Aoi glanced at the scenery outside.

   Lush green fields filled her vision. Bright blue skies enveloped the world above, accompanied by white clouds that were puffy and soft. Iris twinkled at the sight of Pokémon—both old and new. A part of her couldn’t believe that she got the chance to undergo this field trip. Another part of her somewhat anticipated such luck since the first day she stepped foot in Paldea.

   From receiving a powerful Paradox Pokémon to stopping a literal end of the world, Aoi wondered if fate really had a thing for her.

   Not all were based on luck; she knew that. She worked hard to be where she was. She trained her Pokémon. She studied well. While some say that she was gifted with such battle prowess, Aoi made sure not to let such a thing get into her head. She had her fair share of losses before, usually with Nemona, and even then, she made sure to train and learn so that she could have a fruitful battle.

   Besides, even with her opponents losing, they either thanked her or got excited at the opportunity of battling against her.

   In truth, Aoi found it a bit odd sometimes. She once felt guilty for sweeping a match, but not once had she seen such malice or despair from her opponent. Some even said that they enjoyed battling with her than with Nemona.

   It was a sad blow for Nemona, so Aoi made sure to advise those who said so to give the school president a chance.

   Now, Aoi was considered an unbeatable champion. Even her wins against Nemona herself was faring more than her previous losses. She kept getting stronger. And stronger. And after the whole dire situation in the Zero lab, Aoi made sure to make her team stronger and smarter to prevent any tragedy like that from happening again.

   Now, nothing could stop in her way. She had her team. She had her charm. She had her friends. Whatever she wanted, she ensured hard work would suffice just so she knew she earned the rewards.

   But hey, if fate sometimes fell on her favour, who was she to complain?

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   In life, fate had a funny way of branching its routes.

   If he woke up just a bit late today, he would’ve missed the last pieces of tamagoyaki. If he didn’t sleep under the blankets last night, he would’ve gotten so much Furret fur when it snuggled close to him. If he didn’t open the bottom drawer by mistake today, he wouldn’t have found his favourite headband.

   If he stepped out of the house a few minutes later, he wouldn’t have been dragged by his sister.

   He was supposed to get ready for the introduction of the program. His sister had been pestering him to hurry up, saying that they needed to be at the gate of the Mossui Town’s entrance to ‘greet’ some people.

   The word ‘greet’ held a bit more poison when it seethed through her lips; Kieran knew Carmine was planning to do the exact opposite.

   In truth, he was hesitant on the program itself. He was a still a first year in school. Why on earth would he participate when they were so many other suitable candidates? Kieran knew it was her doing, encouraging the teachers and recommending him to be part of the one-month long activity. Taking advantage of her bossy nature, she managed to sign him up and be where they were now.

   Well, he wasn’t that regretful. Kieran knew his sister was doing it in his favour too. The excursion was in Kitakami this year, and maybe she figured he would be upset if he didn’t get a chance to come back home and visit their grandparents.

   Carmine was a good sister. Harsh and sometimes cold, but loving nevertheless.

   So here he was. Standing in the land he came to know and love. Here he was. Standing near the Mossui town’s gate, hiding behind his sister as a sense of security. Here he was. Nervously waiting for the students from another school with his sister’s spite clouding above them.

   Here he was. Gasping in silent awe at the very person who took his breath away.

   In life, fate truly had a funny way of branching its routes.

   If he didn’t accept the excursion program—in his own hometown, he might add—he would’ve missed out seeing someone who would soon affect his life more than he could ever imagine.

   There, standing a few steps away in the land of Kitakami, was a mysterious trainer who shined bright like a star that had dropped from the sky. Hair a gloriously deep shade of maroon, Kieran watched as she swiped some strands backwards. The sight made him hitch a breath; cheeks then burned foolishly as he kept his gaze on her. The sight of her tanned skin made his heart race, and the image of her hand casually massaging the side of her sweaty neck made his breath hitch. The glint of her sunglasses shined brilliantly under the warm sunlight, and it took her tilting her head slightly to finally see a pair of sharp eyes.

   Strong. Firm. Confident.

   Beautiful.

   “Whoa…” Awe dripped from his mouth. “Way cool…” Hidden behind his sister, Kieran kept his gaze on the mysterious guest. The hands that gripped the back of Carmine’s school uniform tightened just the slightest—and his grip only stilled when he met the mysterious girl’s gaze.

   It was a shade of black. A beautiful brilliance of black.

   He felt like a fool to flinch back behind his sister.

   “I don’t know who you are but I think you’re in the wrong place.”

   Carmine’s voice, snappy and bitter, pulled Kieran from his short trance. Quickly, he looked at her, haunting yellow eyes blinking in stupor at whatever nonsense she was about to pull.

   And by Arceus, she was tugging.

   “Sorry, but I can’t just let an outside like you wander into Mossui Town.” Her hands raised and waved near her chin. A smile curled on her face; the corners twisted in spiteful twists. Yellow eyes glared at the sudden intruder. The second she heard that there would be students from another school to come to her hometown, Carmine knew she had to sign herself up for the program no matter the cost.

   Like hell she would let anyone walk into her home.

   “Um…” She felt a tug at the back of her jumpsuit. “I don’t think you need to—”

   “Hush, Kiki…!” Carmine snapped back; head turned slightly to glare at him.

   That was enough to silence the poor boy.

   Confused by the cold welcome, a frown tugged Aoi’s mouth.

   “Uh…” Where would she start, honestly? The second they arrived at the bus stop, one of the exchange program students got carsick. Due to the fact that she got an easy access to a ride in a form of a Koraidon, Aoi volunteered to seek help in the nearby village. It took her no less than 5 minutes with her Paradox Pokémon to arrive, and she was very thankful for the villagers’ welcoming behaviour despite being shocked by a sudden majestic Pokémon in their presence.

   Well, all were welcoming—except one.

   The taller girl didn’t move a step. Her stance seemed menacing, and her glare was far more terrifying. Neither a smile nor a greet was present. If looks could kill, Aoi swore she would have been on the ground bleeding by now. Though locks of black and red covered the middle part of her face, a glaring shine of dull yellow pierced right towards her.

   Call her crazy, but Aoi might think that this girl hated her guts.

   Okay, Aoi took a deep breath, let’s try this again. “Hi!” she greeted, one hand waved. “I’m really sorry to barge in like this so suddenly, but I have a classmate who’s sick and—”

   “Don’t care.”

   The hand that waved froze and flinched. Aoi wondered if she heard her wrong.

   “Excuse me—?”

   “Don’t care.”

   Okay, she didn’t hear her wrong.

   Stupefied by the cold demeanour, her hand dropped to the side. “Uh…” Confusion spiralled momentarily, twisting her brain on ideas on how to handle the matter. It wasn’t that Aoi hadn’t faced a rude person before; she still remembered Ortega chastising her the second their eyes met.

   Though in all honesty, Aoi was dismantling his hideout at that time, so it sort of made sense that the younger boy was pissed off at her.  

   And then there were extremely evil people. Those who chose to pursue their dreams in blind greed rather than tend to their own flesh and blood. Those whose dreams became the very danger that could cost the lives of many. Those who blurt out their empty love in a form of artificial intelligence.

   Those. Those were people Aoi perceived as evil.

   Tap, tap.

   The sound of a shoe tapping on the ground snapped her back to reality. Blinking once and twice, the young champion cocked her head forward.

   Rude woman. Right. She guessed it was time to see another new type of person.

   “Look,” she continued, smile curled on her face, “I have a sick classmate. He might die.” The smile eased to a teasing smirk. “I’m sorry for getting in your way, but I really hope you can at least let me get someone to help him and I’ll get out of your hair—”

   “Arceus, are you deaf?”

   Stupor once again held Aoi still.

   Arm crossed on her chest; Carmine tipped her head high. “I said no outsiders allowed.” Firm. Cold. Those were the usual tones she used when she was talking to someone unpleasant. Usually, whoever was talking to her would flinch and end the conversation then and there. The taller girl figured this tactic would succeed again and she could do the excursion program without any hassle.

   Unfortunately, the hassle remained still.

   A deep breath was exhaled. “I’m not deaf.” Aoi smiled again. Patient. Charming. “I’m just…” However, she was never one to be stepped on. “Stubborn.”

   Pink lips pursed to see shock splashed on the tall girl’s face.

   How fucking—Huffing sharply, Carmine clenched her shaking fists. “Who do you think you are?” Voice seething between clenched teeth, she maximized the intensity of her glare.

   Knowing that Aoi had pressed a button, she quickly rethought her next words. As much as this girl was starting to tick her off, she needed to be nice in order to diffuse the situation. “I’m Aoi.”

   Anger had a knack of burning out one’s rationality. And unfortunately for Aoi, her sentence alone—while honest and calm—sounded jeering to Carmine.

   “Well, I’m getting sick of your nonsense!” Seeing red, Carmine unsnapped a Pokéball from her white belt. “If you insist on coming in, you’ll have to battle me first.” The hand that held a Pokéball stretched forward, right towards the baffled Aoi.

   Ah, today was truly a day.

   A whirlpool of emotions swimming in her mind, Aoi finally let out a tired sigh. “I—”

   “C-C’mon Sis… You just wanna battle.”

   Black eyes widened at the sound of a new voice.

   Immediately, Aoi looked at the source, seeing a boy who now stood right beside who she assumed is the sister.

   One hand ruffled through his black and purple hair. “You’re makin’ this big fuss over nothing…” During the girls’ back and forth, Kieran decided to back off a few steps and watch the whole ordeal. After finalizing that his sister could not be rationalized with, he decided it would be best to try and pacify the situation.

   “I told you to hush, Kiki!” Fists raised and shaking, Carmine once again glared at him. Though her voice wasn’t loud, it still held a sharp venom that zipped his mouth shut.

   Arceus, he hated it every time she was like this.

   “Ignore my brother.” For a moment, a smile graced her lips; only a fool could see how utterly fake it was. Without a moment’s hesitance, Carmine released her Pokémon. Bright red light filled the space between them. And in a matter of seconds, a haughty Mightyena stood tall and ready for a fight.

   The longer he looked at the situation, the heavier he sighed.

   “Thank you.”

   He didn’t realize he had his eyes closed, for when he heard that voice—that one new voice—Kieran snapped his eyes open.

   Dumbly, he gaped at her beaming presence. Foolishly, he held a breath at the sight of her smile.

   Unlike what was given to Carmine a few minutes ago, the smile Aoi held now was softer. Kinder. Sweeter.

   A smile for him.

   Ba-dump!

   His legs almost gave out. Almost. One might perceive that his awe came from the radiant Pokémon that came out of Aoi’s Pokéball. The Sun Pokémon shined gloriously like the sun above. It clicked melodiously and fluttered her shiny yellow wings, preparing herself for an enticing battle.

   But no. No.

   While the Pokémon alone was beautiful, all Kieran could see, all Kieran could focus on, was the Pokémon’s trainer who shifted to a much more confident, much more intimidating stance.

   Her words. Her smile.

   It rang louder in his head than the cries of the Pokémon battle.

[colormepurplex2]

Beneath The Boughs | KNJ

▻ Beneath The Boughs ↳ Namjoon x f.Reader ⤜ Robinhood Retelling, Soulmates, Ruined Arranged Marriage AU ⤜ Strangers to Lovers | angst, fluff, mild smut ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 15,548 ⤜ Summary: When an attack on your carriage becomes a meeting of swords and souls, you find yourself saving a stranger and ultimately defying the powers trying to control you. Do you dare to dream by following him into the dark, forbidden forest to discover what secrets lay beneath the boughs? ⚠️violence, crass language, mentions of parental illness, melancholy feelings, crude innuendos, light descriptions of smut/v. sex Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: Dare To Dream

Chapter 2: A Kiss Hello

Story is complete.

A/N: This wicked treat was written for @joonslfttiddie as part of the @bangtanwritershq’s Halloween Gifting Writing Event:  Sweet Tricks & Wicked Treats!

A/N: Thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @lo1k-diamonds and @star-my for keeping my sanity intact for this with their wonderful beta services!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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[depressionisreal1996]

The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 2

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

       It started to rain. This puts me at ease a little bit. Oh, how I love the rain, I thought.

      "At least it's turning into a beautiful day," my mother seems to agree with my internal thoughts. We pulled up past the gates to Nevermore academy. I already hate it. I stare at it in disdain.

~Line Break~

      "Wednesday is certainly a unique name," the principle, Larissa Weems said to me, "I'm guessing it was the day you were born?"

      "I was born on Friday the 13th," I corrected her.

      "Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme," my mother informed, "Wednesday's child is full of woe."

      "You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia," Weems told my mother with a playful tone. Though I did hear a little resentment. Wonder what happened between them, I thought.

      "Hmm," my mother hummed in agreement.

      "Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day," Weems asked me.

      "And you graduated with your sanity intact," I asked, "impressive."

      "You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey," Weems told me, looking through my file, "eight schools in five years."

      "They haven't built one strong enough to hold me," I informed her, " I bet this place won't be any different."

      "What our daughter is trying to say, is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity," my father tries to say. I really want to roll my eyes at his attempts to get me to stop.

      "Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades," Weems said, still looking through the files, "and your family's history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

      I didn't really like how she was able to make me an exception, as I really didn't want to attend this godforsaken school. I can already feel myself getting irritated by this school.

      "Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um, therapy sessions," my mother asked in concern, "the court ordered them."

      "Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho," Weems replied, "she can meet twice a week, with another student, Y/N Y/L/N."

      Great, not only do I have to go to therapy made by the court, but have to go with another student.

      "Did you hear that, my little storm cloud," my father said, looking at me, "you're in excellent hands."

       "We'll see if she survives the first session," I said, looking at him. 

      "I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm," Weems said looking at me, "Ophelia Hall."

      My mother then gasps in enjoyment, and then chuckles. 

      "Refresh my memory," I said, looking at my mother, "Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?"

      My mother nodded her head, looking at me with joy. Ew, I thought seeing the emotions in her eyes.

      "Should we go meet you new roommate," Weems said standing up. We all stood up and followed her to Ophelia hall, which took a while. Though, at one point I smelt a scent that resembles my typewriter ink. I wanted to follow it, but resisted. I have self-control, I thought to myself, still walking with my family and Weems. We finally made it to my new dorm room. My mother gasped at the bright colors when we went into the room. Great my roommate is colorful, I thought with disdain.

      "It's so... vivid," my father said, hesitantly. Then, a colorful person jump up from her chair and skipped up towards us. Not only is she colorful, but also very energetic. This is not going to go well for me.

    "Howdy, roomie," she said, inhaling excitedly.

      "Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair," Weems introduces us, though I really didn't care, but I did keep this information in case she becomes valuable in my escape.

      "Are you feeling okay," Enid asks me, "you look a little pale."

       "Wednesday always looks half-dead," my dad said, looking at Enid like she has two heads.

      "Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall," she told me, walking up to me for a hug, which I stepped back so she wouldn't, "not a hugger. Got it."

      "Please excuse Wednesday," my mother told Enid, "she's allergic to color."

      "Oh, wow," Enid said, a little scared, "what happens to you?"

      "I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones," I replied flatly. She looks grossed out by what I said, which I took satisfaction in.

      "Luckily, we've special ordered you a uniform," Weems said chuckling a little, "Enid, please take Wednesday to the register's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way."

      I turned around and looked at my parents with disdain. I then proceeded to walk out of the room, hearing my roommate skipping behind me. I already feel exhausted. 

~Line break~

       "Nevermore was founded in 1791, to educate people like us," Enid said as we walked down the stairs, "outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here,"

      "You can save the sanitized sales pitch," I told her stopping in front of a case with pictures in it, "I don't plan on staying here for long."

      "Why not," Enid asks.

      "This was my parent's idea," I told her, when a photo of my mother caught my eye, "oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here, it's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

      "What plan," she asked.

      "To turn me into a version of themselves," I replied looking at her.

      "In that case, perhaps you can clear something up," she told me, turning around with me to continue on walking, "rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off."

      "Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting," I asked, and she looked scared. I almost smirked at that.

      "Welcome to the quad," she said when we walked into a common place. It's a pentagon, why is she calling it a quad, I thought.

      "It's a pentagon," I replied flatly.

      "I t-t-t-told you E-e-e-enid," someone said behind us. I turned, to see a beautiful omega. I can tell by her scent, but another thing from her scent is that she smells like my typewriter ink. My alpha perked up at the sight and smell of her, which means one think. This omega, is my mate. Another thing about this omega is that she seems to be timid. This causes me to be more alert with her all of the sudden. Did someone hurt her, I thought, which caused my alpha to growl in anger. Normally omegas are outgoing, not timid. I snapped out of my thoughts. Why am I suddenly concerned for this random omega. Sure she is my mate, but I am not going to be like my parents.

      "Hi, Y/N, how are you," Enid ask the omega. This caused me to almost growl at her for talking to this omega, knowing she is an unmated alpha.

      "I-i-i-i'm good, E-e-e-enid, how a-a-a-are y-y-y-you," she replied back. I wonder if she was born with a stutter, or if it is from trauma. She has a dog with her, that has a vest that says service dog, do not touch. This really riles up my alpha, not liking that something happened to my omega mate. She then looks at me, and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and she blushed. I smirked internally, pleased with her reaction. I stopped at this, not liking what this omega is doing to me. This is when Enid remembers me.

      "Y/N, this is Wednesday Addams, my new roommate," she told her. She nodded he head towards me shyly, "anyway, the whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different."

      We continued walking around, with Y/N following us.

      "Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene," Enid told me, which I defiantly didn't want to know, as it was useless.

      "I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent cliches," I said blankly. I saw Y/N nodding her head in agreement. So she doesn't like knowing useless things as well, I though intrigued.

      "Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain," Enid shot back, "there are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales,"

      We walked by a table of vampires.

      "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires," Enid told me, which I can figure out myself, "some of them have literally been here for decades,"

      Now by a table of werewolves.

      "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves, like me," she said, followed by howling, "full moons get pretty loud around here, that's when Furs wolf out, so I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones."

      I saw some people around a fountain, with one casually sticking her hand in the water. I automatically knew they were sirens.

      "I'm assuming Scales are sirens," I asked, though already knowing the answer. Y/N nodded to me, with a small smile.

      "You catch on quick, and that girl, Bianca Barclay," she said while pointing at the one with her hand in the water, "is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately, she used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe."

      She pointed at someone painting on a wall, who turned around and saw Y/N, and kept staring at her. This didn't sit well with me, so I discreetly put my body in front of Y/N to block him.

      "But they broke up at the beginning of the semester, reason unknown," Enid told me. I have a feeling that the reason they broke up is because he wants my mate, my omega. Damn it the family curse has its hold on me, I thought with disdain.

      "Fascinating," I said blankly, and relaxed to see Xavier no longer looking at Y/N.

      "I know, right," she exclaimed, which caused Y/N to flinch slightly and this caused me to frown slightly, "my vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip."

      "Yo, Enid! You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate," an omega boy yelled out, which caused Y/N to once again to flinch but then relax and smiled happily at the fellow omega, "she eats human flesh, chowed down on that kid she murdered. You better watch your back."

      Enid moved out of the way to show this omega boy that I just heard everything he just said. This caused him to look at me in fear, even his little snakes were afraid of me, as one went back into his beanie.

      "Quite the contrary, I actually fillet the bodies of my victims," I said looking at him in the eyes, "then feed them to my menagerie of pets."

       "Ajax, this is my new roommate, Wednesday," Enid introduced me to him.

      "Whoa, you're in black and white, like a living Instagram filter," he said, which made me want to punch him. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Y/N put her face in her palms and shake her head, probably at his stupidity.

      "Ignore him, Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned," Enid said, pushing the boy away from us, "he's cute, but clueless. It's a small school, there wasn't much online about you. You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok."

      "I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation," I told her, and walked away to get my uniform and schedule.

Y/N's POV

      This alpha, is my mate. This should be my happiest day, but I'm concerned. I know I'll have to tell her about my past, and she might reject me for being damaged. She also scares me, for the fact she is an alpha, I don't think I can trust another alpha that isn't Enid. I guess I'll have to watch how she acts.

[stuckinapril]

hiii love of my life, wife etc! i was online shopping and saw these shoes and immediately thought of you! you know with your blog’s theme and overall vibes 💗 these are new balance MR530 in stone pink <3 i feel like u would rock these! anyways hiiii the book of delights is one of my absolute favorite books ever! so happy 2 see you mention it! hope u are doing good mwahh

that is literally the most me sneaker ever how did you KNOWW the stone pink shade the design everything !! it’s perfect 😍 i’m literally putting it in my cart as we speak (not even joking. i was trying to put some constraints on my umm over the top spending as of late, but this is a sign from the gods lmao) thank u so much for thinking of me babe, that actually warms my heart so much 🤍🌷this is why u are my wife/girlfriend/forever love etc etc you know the drill <333

i’m good !! busy balancing everything w studying ugh you know how it is, but i have been keeping it together so it’s all good. & i’m glad u said that bc i need to discuss it w someone once i finish it sooo bad. will literally send u all of my favorite quotes ever once i finish. reading a chapter from this book every night has genuinely helped me keep my sanity intact. it is a BLESSING a respite a haven a gift from the gods

[lunapwrites]

Monthly Reading - December

Been a while since I've properly posted one of these, but now that I don't have to tiptoe around the subject that's been most heavily weighing on my mind, I can get back to openly doing these as time and braincells allow lol.

In short, December is always a rough month for me, and I'm entering it with no small amount of trepidation. But my question, as always, was "what can I bring to the table this month?" Like, what energy do I need? Where should my focus be? Etc.

Oracle cards - Work, Patience

Tarot Cards - Hermit, Knight of Cups, 5 of Wands, 10 of Wands, 8 of Wands

Runes - Hagalaz, Mannaz, Gebo.

Normally, I'd start from the top and move down in a sort of order, but these are all interacting with each other so clearly it makes more sense to read them all together.

The general thrust of the reading is that I'm making a difficult time more difficult for myself (Hagalaz) by borrowing trouble and then withdrawing from (Hermit) or otherwise alienating (5 of Wands) my support system. In general, this is caused by me being in a "sensitive emotional state" (Knight of Cups - thanks Bean.) The weight of responsibility I feel - to get things just right, to keep everyone happy and not let them down, to finish what I started - is also very, very heavy (10 of Wands). And I can still probably stand to delegate or put things down, even if I think I've already done too much of that.

I need to give myself a little bit of grace and to follow my instincts instead of my ego (Mannaz, Patience), and accept support from my family and friends when it is given (Gebo.)

I can also relieve some of the pressure by prioritizing my projects and starting to put real effort towards finishing them. (8 of Wands, Work.) If I need to go Christmas shopping for people, I should do that. If I need to finish this godforsaken chapter of my WIP, I should do that. If I need to start getting cracking on fixing up a nursery, I should really do that. Especially replacing the windows, like that needs to happen before it's 2 degrees out lol. But no matter what I choose to pursue, I should start on it sooner rather than later - the energy levels are only going to decrease.

Anyway... TL;DR, the wait-and-see period is over, and I should take advantage of the fact that I CAN do things right now and actually do them - but also don't try to do everything all at once, and understand where my limits are (especially since they're not what they were.) Let people help me. Keep my emotions centered and generally on balance where possible, and hopefully I'll get through the holiday season with my sanity intact and without any hysterics lol.

[disgruntledspacedad]

in defense of Din’s subdued reaction to losing the kid...

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I know we were all thinking it. We got a 2 second reaction shot to the destruction of the Razor Crest (may she forever rest in peace), but then, Grogu gets taken, and... nothing?

What the fuck, Din? we all protest. That’s your baby on that ship! Don’t you care? Scream, curse, kick a rock, cry, make a fist, something!!

I will acknowledge that so far, the show has been excellent with giving us emotional payoff, am I right? I mean, just today we got Din laughing, twice. Twice in a row. I honestly never thought we’d see that. There have been so many excellent, precious soft!Din moments this season, and they all feel deliciously earned.

So, from a meta POV, I guess I’m saying that I have faith in the writers to get it right, and in Pedro to deliver. Duh.

In universe, though, I think it’s fair to point out the obvious - that Din is a pretty reserved guy. He’s much more of a thinker than a feeler. He’s used to keeping things bottled up, and I would even argue that his life often depends on his ability to dissociate from his emotions. Din’s entire journey so far has been about how one little baby yodito shakes his worldview to its very foundations. He’s getting there, but it’s a slow process. 

And also, consider this - we haven’t seen Din alone yet, not since Grogu was taken. For a guy who lives a guarded life literally encased in fucking armor, any display of emotion is going to be carefully protected until he’s in private.

But anyway, Din is detached, rational, a little emotionally constipated, and definitely comfortable in a stressful situation. A true ISTP if you ask me (yeah, I know you didn’t, but whatever). Often, it seems that these cool headed, logical types who have never ruffled a feather over anything in their lives are the least adept at handling genuine fear. In other words, when panic does strike, it strikes them hard. 

And guys, Din was definitely panicking during this episode. 

He’s clearly unsettled from the jump - that outburst of “dank farrik!” in the cockpit sells it, and his distress only becomes more obvious from there. Talking out loud, trying to convince himself that the best thing for Grogu is for him to be trained as a Jedi. Reminding himself of the creed. His overt caution as they approach the seeing stone. His impatience, “Are you seeing anything??”

Then there’s the effects of long term stress. Sure, a bounty hunter in the outer rim doesn’t exactly live an easy life, but Din is definitely used to the drama being on his terms. Compare Din’s body language in the opening scene of season one to when Boba confronts him in chapter fourteen. You can just feel the anxiety, the weariness, the frustration. Din has been on the run for months now, constantly looking over his shoulder, sleeping with one eye open. Notice how he even startles at Fennec’s voice? Season one Din would never have given that much away, regardless of the situation. Long term stress has clearly taken a toll on him.

So we have unsettled, stressed out Din in an emotionally charged situation. He’s exhausted, he’s scared, he’s desperate. This scenario is a recipe for even the most level-headed of adrenaline junkies to loose their cool, and that’s exactly what happens to Din. He panics, and he makes some pretty big fuckups because of it. Leaving Grogu unprotected, twice. Trying three different times to break through that “force field,” even when he knew he couldn’t. Dropping that jetpack and then just forgetting about it (I know we were all screaming about that one, or at least, I was).

So, fear is a positive feedback loop. Those neurotransmitters that do us good in a bad situation - raising heart rate, narrowing focus, shunting blood to the muscles - can also be detrimental if we get too high of a dose - tachypnea and tachycardia, inability to think critically and see the big picture, lack of blood and oxygen to the brain. Epinephrine, in particular, even inhibits the laying down of new memory pathways. In other words, stress leads to poor performance, and poor performance leads to more stress, which leads to... you get the idea.

Then, in the middle of all this chaos, they fucking blast the Razor Crest.

More epinephrine, more cortisol, more stress. 

By the end of it all, Din is a fucking shitstorm of stress hormones and pent up emotions. Notice how he seems to be on autopilot in the immediate aftermath, robotically scanning the ashes of the Crest for anything that might be left intact. Notice how empty his voice is when he says, “the child is gone.” This is a dead man walking. Din has nothing left. His whole life has just gone up in smoke, and he can do nothing about it. 

Guys, Din is holding onto his sanity by a fucking thread in this scene. “The child is gone,” he says, like he’s reminding himself, grounding himself in his shitty reality. He’s stunned. 

And helpless. There’s literally nothing he can do for Grogu. He has no ship, no credits, no resources, nothing to bargain with, nothing to offer. Din literally cannot allow himself the luxury of feelings right now. He’s just got to focus on surviving this very shitty day.

Then, Boba Fett upholds his end of the deal, and suddenly, Din has something to hold onto. An ally, a badass friend, some hope. I don’t think Boba shows Din that chain code in order to verify his claim on the armor - he’s already wearing it, for godssake. I think Boba shows him the code in order to catch Din’s attention - hey friend, I know you’re hurting, but I’m a man of my word. When I make a vow, I keep it. Let’s regroup and go find your kid.

And Din would totally latch onto that. A fighting chance? Din fucking leaps at it. There’s a job to do. A kid to save. All of those stress hormones are going to keep on stewing, because Din has never really come down from his adrenaline high. 

It’s like this in real life, too. There isn’t time to be afraid. There isn’t time to be sad, or second-guess, or say, oh how terrible, or wonder what if it doesn’t work? There’s just you and the job, and if you are the only thing standing between life and death, you will put everything else aside and do what you have to do, for as long as you have to do it.

And that’s where Din is at this moment. He’s running on the fumes of his adrenaline, all tempered focus, all strategy and no bullshit.

Emotional shock, my therapist buddy calls it. Apparently, it’s normal. Expected, even.

But guys, the fallout of this kind of crazy ass adrenaline high is insanely intense. I’m talking collapse to the floor, legs won't hold you, trembling, crying so hard you sling snot, shuddering breaths, stare dead-eyed and spent at the ceiling because you’re just too wiped out to even sleep kind of intense. 

And then, after the breakdown comes the angst. The detailed thinking. The oh god, what if this had happened, or, should I have done that instead? It seems like every emotion that gets put on the back burner in the moment comes back to bite you with twofold intensity when all is said and done. 

In other words, Din is definitely going to feels some things .A lot of very intense things. A reckoning is coming, my dudes. Trust me. It’s just not quite here yet.

That being said, here’s what I can expect from Din going forward:

Just like he’s is slow to acknowledge his growing parental feelings for Grogu, I think Din’s going to be slow at processing his grief at Grogu’s loss. In the next episode, he’s got plenty to distract him - getting together his hit team to take back the kid and coordinating an attack on the empire. 

However, I do think we’ll get a slow moment with Din, probably sometime at the beginning of next week’s episode if the pattern holds. I doubt it’s the full-blown breakdown that we’re all needing, but I’m willing to bet money that we’ll see Din grappling with the fact that his kid is gone. I also think that badass beskar murder machine Din from chapter three will resurface. Stress and desperation make us do irrational things, and anger is one of the stages of grief that Din will inevitably have to work through (I think he’s flickering between denial and bargaining for now).

But then, after Din gets Grogu back? I think that’s we’ll have our big, dearly earned emotional payoff. 

For one thing, Din won’t be able to deny his feelings anymore. He wants to keep this kid, it’s so very obvious. Losing him just forces it all to the forefront. 

And then the relief/joy/regret/guilt that Din is going to feel once he’s got Grogu back? Not to mention the physical exhaustion? All of the fear/terror/angst/grief that he ignored in favor of just going pedal to the metal, guns blazing, get the kid or die trying? That shit’s going to crash into him with all the subtly of a fucking tsunami. I guarantee you, we’re going to get some sort of confession, or adoption vow, or face revel, or other sort of profound softness from Dad!Din in the falling action of this season (At least, I hope we get it at the end this season but I wouldn’t put it past them to kick it into the premier of season three, just for pacing reasons, but then again, I obviously have trust issues).

Personally, I would love to see Din grappling with the long-term fallout of losing Grogu - night terrors, guilt, paranoia, etc. That’s probably the stuff of fanfiction - mandalorians don't have nightmares on screen, surely - but still, some lingering effects Grogu’s kidnapping would be realistic, and I would absolutely live for it.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 9

*Author’s note*

WHOA IT HAS BEEN A LOOOOOONG TIME SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY!!! But now with my Rock Angel series finally complete, I finally had some time to sit down and catch up on this series so here I have for you all 2 NEW chapters of my Robin and Gale Hood Disney AU! So I hope you all enjoy this new update and be on the lookout for the next one in just a few minutes :)

Chapter 9,

Jailbreak chaos

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Two hours before dawn, two hours before Gale Hood would be burned at the stake before the entire town of Nottingham, Robin and his friends slipped over the gates and ducked the guards as they crossed the courtyard.

They all hide within the stables and hide from a patrol that was coming around the corner just a few yards away from them.  Once the guards passed, Robin gathered his friends and whispered.

“Alright lads, this is it. There can’t be room for error. Share your positions, go.”

“Kit, David and I will meet up with Arthur to free the prisoners from the tower dungeon.” Gilbert said.

“Marian and I will go down below the palace to free Gale from her cell.” Little John said.

“While James and I will sneak into the master suite and bring out the royal treasury. And we all must do it before the clock tower chimes at dawn. And remember, Don’t. Get. Caught.” They placed their right hands over each other before shooting them in the air and went on their way.

Little John circled around towards the gardens where a secret entrance that Marian had found when she first went to visit Gale after she had been brought in.  He soon spotted a dark cloaked feminine figure standing by the tower of the castle and he could already see from the moonlight that it was Marian from her blonde locks hidden underneath.

He let out an owl’s hoot to fool the guards but it told Marian that a Merry Man was nearby.  She turned and when she saw Little John coming towards her, she relaxed with relief.

“Thank God you’re here Little John.”

“Alright, so how do we get in?”

“Just stand back and let me do the code, keep watch for me okay?” he nodded and stood in front of her to hide her from any guards that could walk along the tower.  Marian grabbed hold of the lock and first twisted it to the right till her hand was fully horizontal, then she turned it left to the point where the bottom of her palm was facing upward but her fingers stood diagonally from her palm. Then she twisted it back towards the right twice.

The secret door soon unlatched itself and Little John allowed Marian to lead him down the stairs.  Grabbing a torch from the wall, Marian led on till they reached the darkest dungeon that Little John had ever seen.

“This is where Gale’s been kept?”

“I’m afraid so. Thankfully, she still has her sanity intact.” Marian thought it best to not mention the fact that the Sheriff had been raping her multiple times since her capture.  That wasn’t her story to tell.

“Seriously? God I would’ve lost myself in this darkness within the first hour. Never did I think Gale could be that strong willed.”

“Well best believe it Little John. This is it.” She ran towards a locked metal door that had a sign over it that read in bold letters.

BEWARE THE WITCH

SENTENCED TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE AT DAWN ON AUGUST THE 24TH.

BY ORDER OF THE KING

And at the bottom was Prince John’s signature and the family Lion crest to make it official.  Little John went to the door but Marian stopped him and said.

“Let me go in Little John. It’s best if she sees a—a womanly presence.”

“What do you mean? What have they done to her?!” he demanded the last part.

“That I cannot say. For it is not my story to tell. If Gale ever gains the confidence to tell any of you men what happened, she will. But for now, I ask that you don’t immediately embrace her or touch her.”

Little John already began to have an inkling on what she meant, but he prayed to God that she was lying and that it was only just physical pain the Sheriff of Nottingham had bestowed upon her.  Marian revealed the key from her breast and unlocked the door before grabbing Little John’s torch and entered inside Gale’s cell.

Gale was now chained up to the wall wearing an all-white gown that they forced all witches to wear before they were burnt at the stake.  Her hair was a mess and her lip was blood-stained. She lifted her head to see that it was only Marian standing there.

“Marian?” she croaked out. She set the torch down on the floor and knelt down beside Gale and unlocked her from her shackles.

“Shh, quiet. We’re busting out of here. All of us.”

“Thank God!” she softly wept as her arms were finally free. “My prayers have been answered.” She rubbed her raw, blistered wrists as Marian helped her stand up.

The two women left their cell, Little John bowed his head in greeting to Gale who greeted him the same way.

“Come on, we can head to the garden’s back entrance to escape.” Marian said.

“Wait, what about the others? Shouldn’t we try to help?” asked Gale.

“There’s no time Gale. Arthur and the others can handle getting the town’s people out. And Robin and James can handle the royal treasury. We’ve only got till sunrise to do this and there can’t be room for error.” Little John told her.

Gale wanted to argue but she knew that whenever her brother said that a plan of theirs had no room for failure, that was a code meaning stick to your position and nothing more.  She nodded and then Marian lead them out of the lower dungeons and towards the garden’s entrance (the very same gate that Michael, Robert, Jimmy and little Laura used when they first met Marian, Arthur and Prince James).

Over at the tower dungeon where the people of Nottingham were being kept, two guards were pacing by the front door with one guard sleeping right by the door.

From some old crates and barrels hid Kit, Gilbert and David. Kit looked over to see the two guards pacing steadily in front of the tower.  Each one holding their swords close to them as they paced.

“Safe to say we’re not gonna easily sneak by the front door.” Kit whispered as he slunk back behind the barrel beside his friends.

“I hope Arthur comes through and knows what he’s doing.” Gilbert said.

“He’s the future advisor to James. I think he’ll hold his own.” Soon enough Arthur comes out and he quickly goes over to the two guards and urgently gestures them towards the stable, which was just a few yards away from where Gilbert and the others were hiding.

The plan was for Arthur to lure any guards from their position by order of Prince James who ‘claimed’ to see a member of Robin’s Merry band sneaking into the stables.  From there Gilbert, David and Kit would knock the guards out and disguise themselves as the guards, followed by getting the key and freeing the townspeople.

As the two guards were racing towards Kit and the others, David extended out the end of his bow which caused the guards to trip and soon Gilbert and Kit dragged them towards the barrels and knocked them out.  They stripped them of their clothes and wore the guard’s uniform.

“Right so David stay out here till the first batch of townsfolk come out, then lead them to the back entrance where Marian and Little John helped Gale escape to.” Gilbert told him.

“Right.” David nodded as Gilbert and Kit went back to their guarding positions.  The two of them met up with Arthur and Kit said.

“You got the key?”

“No. Apparently this drunken fool forgot to take it off his belt before he passed out.” Arthur explained as he gestured to the sleeping guard that was snoring like a pig at his post.

“Alright then. Leave it to me.” Gilbert said as he rolled his sleeves up.  Much like he learned from Robin and Gale, Gilbert was the 3rd best cat burglar of the group.  

He could swindle your pocket change and you wouldn’t have even known about it till you tried to buy something.  He could swipe the prized necklace off your neck with just a feathery touch and a broken finger, and your wedding ring well—Gilbert could take that off your finger with just his fingernail and sell it to the highest bitter.

He spotted the keys hanging off the left side of the guard’s belt.  Slowly he unbuckled the guard’s belt and using one of his arrows, he hooked it into the key ring and slowly pulled on it till it slid off his belt.  

Gilbert grabbed the keys and unhooked all three of them off the ring as Arthur unlocked the tower gate doors and the three of them raced up the tower stairs towards the jail cells upstairs.  Arthur unlocked the last door and there they saw the people of Nottingham all together in chains, some barely hanging onto life, others broken spirited.

The three men all worked together to free the people who looked at them with hope and gratitude.  When he unlocked the Sharpe family from their bonds, young Michael held his bow and arrow and said.

“Alright I’m ready where’s the bad guys!?”

“Whoa, whoa take it easy laddie.” Kit told him.  “We admire your courage but right now we could use an extra hand in getting all these people out of here, think you can be the man to do just that and lead the first batch to David?” Michael nodded strongly. “That’s a good lad.” Kit ruffled Michael’s hair before telling everyone the plan.

Once his family and the first dozen of townsfolk were free, Michael led them downstairs and using the special techniques that Gale taught him, he first peeked out and let out a robin whistle towards Daniel who replied back to him in the same tune.

“Okay, follow me everyone.” They quickly raced out towards David who led them across the courtyard and back towards the garden.

Inside the castle, some of the guards were patrolling the castle when one of them came up to the Prince James’ bedchambers and quickly looked inside to see the young prince fast asleep in his bed.

He nodded before closing the door and left to continue his patrol.  James opened one eye then quickly pulled himself off his bed and quick as a flash opened up his balcony window.  Down below he could see Robin scaling up the side of his balcony, just a foot or two from reaching him.  Once he got close enough, James pulled him up and Robin said.

“Did you do it?”

“Slipped my bastard of an uncle and his slithery snake advisor a little something in their food? Yeah. Knocked them right out. Good news is that his bedchambers lines up exactly with the prison tower where Arthur is helping your men free the towns people.”

“Excellent. So all we need to do is a simple deposit from one tower to the next.” James nodded and the two of them left his bedchambers and snuck up towards his uncle’s just down the hall.

They slowly crept inside to see hills upon hills of sacks filled with gold.  Not only did the gold belong to the people of Nottingham, but all of England’s riches lied within this very bedchamber.

“We better work fast.” Robin whispered to James.  He nodded and Robin opened up the main balcony window and readied an arrow with a long rope attached to the feathered tail.  He carefully aimed straight for the prison tower and let the arrow fly.

It flew straight through the barred windows and landed right along the wall.  Gilbert looped the arrow through a iron keyhole before walking back towards the window to aim the arrow back towards Prince John’s bedchambers.  With a careful eye and steady hand. Gilbert released the arrow and it landed right into the Prince’s bedchamber.  After tying their end to the top bar above the royal bed, they had their makeshift pulley system ready to go.

The two men nodded to each other and proceeded to grab a sack of gold, tie it off and send it down towards the prison tower for the remaining prisoners as well as Robin’s men to collect.

As the gold arrived at the tower, Gilbert and Arthur pulled the gold inside while Friar Tuck and Kit handed the gold to the people.

“Praise the Lord and pass the tax refund.” Friar Tuck said as he handed an elderly couple a sack for each of them to carry.  The elderly couple smiled warmly and the woman even embraced the gold close to her breast.

This plan continued to go along smoothly as the clock continued to pass on and the night slowly shifted to dawn.

The clock tower chimed 4am, dawn was fast approaching. James and Robin looked at each other and James said as he tied the last sack of gold.

“That’s the last of it, let’s go.” He whispered to Robin. He nodded and the two of them quickly raced towards the balcony and grabbed ahold of their make-shift pulley system and rode it the rest of the way towards the dungeon tower.  Robin slid through the window first and he then helped James.

“Going somewhere gentlemen?” that haunting, gravely baritone voice spoke.  The two men slowly turned around to meet over 30 arrows pointed right at them, and the Sheriff himself standing before them with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sheriff of Nottingham, As Prince of England I hereby sentence you—”

“So sorry your majesty but I no longer take orders from you, by order of your uncle. In fact,” he snapped his fingers and soon the two of them were taken into custody as several men forced Robin and James to their knees.  “It shall be my honor to say that you both shall hang by the neck until death. Just shortly after we burn the witch in trial.”

“Yeah, well good luck finding her. By now she’ll be miles away from you.” Robin sneered.

“Hmmm. Think so?” the Sheriff hummed.  At this they could hear the grunts and screams of one Gale Hood.

“No! NO!!” Robin thrashed wildly at hearing his sister’s screams.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have thought you’d be coming? So the King and I had the royal army hidden within the forest to capture anyone who tried to escape. Including those meddlesome townsfolk.” Robin struggled like a rapid animal trying to get to the Sheriff but the guards held him strong and firm.

Soon the Sheriff sucker punched him in the gut which made Robin crumble to the ground as he coughed out harshly.  James struggled in his hold and he spat venomously at the Sheriff.

“I swear to God above Sheriff, you won’t get away with this!”

“No need for petty threats your highness. You’ll soon be joining alongside them. Your death will be the perfect leverage against your father.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“If I told you straight away we’d have to kill you. Oh wait, we’re already gonna do that. Take them away, and make sure they have a good view of Gale’s execution.” The guards soon took the young Prince and rebel of the people away from the tower’s dungeon.

As the sun slowly rose above the gallows, a man was throwing hay and sticks around Gale Hood’s feet as she was tied to the stake.  A few feet away from her, the executioner held the flaming torch in his hands, his masked face making him look like the Grim reaper about to snatch her soul away and send it to Hell.  All the while the sound of the executioner’s drumbeats echoed throughout the air.

“The Prisoner Gale Hood has been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft.” The drumbeats paused as the Sheriff continued to read out, “The sentence……Death!”

The people of Nottingham who were forced to witness this gruesome execution all fought against the royal guard who held them back with their spears or axes to keep them from interfering.

“She’s harmless!”

“Let her go!”

“She’s done nothing wrong!”

“She is innocent!” were some of the screams of the town’s people. Gale Hood’s heart was rapidly beating out of fear as she watched as more piles of sticks were being added till finally they felt it was good enough for a big fire deserving for her.  She stared at the executioner in pure fear.

While down below Robin and his friends along with Marian and Arthur were all in cages surrounded by guards so that even if there was a slim chance of them escaping, they’d never make it pass the guards.  Prince James however, he was dealt with the worst punishment.

For he was forced to stand at his uncle’s side on a makeshift platform where the throne looked over the gallows.  He was chained by his hands and ankles right by his uncle’s throne like a dog forced to watch as his beloved would be burned alive.

“The time has come Gale Hood, you stand upon the break of the abyss. Yet even now it is not too late. You can spare yourself the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.” The Sheriff spoke to her in that deep, low voice of his that sent terrifying shivers up Gale’s spine.

After all that he’d done to her.  Captured her, raped her, Gale knew better than to submit to him. In her last ditch effort to give the Sheriff what-for, she reared her head back and spat right in his face. The crowd all gasped as the Sheriff looked at her appalled.

“Go…….fuck…..yourself!” she hissed.

“Then in the name of his royal majesty King John the 1st, I hereby sentence you to burn at the stake until death, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.” He nodded to the executioner and the two of them traded spots.

Not wanting to bare this anymore, something in James snapped. He pulled as hard as he could on the chains until his uncle let go of the leash-chain that held James in place. He raced towards the gallows and stood protectively in front of Gale.

“If you kill her you’ll have to kill me too!”

“James no!” Marian shouted.

“James you can’t.” Gale whimpered to him. “England needs you.”

“They’re going to kill me either way. And I’d rather die with you than watch you die before me. I told you Gale, I’d rather spend one lifetime on this Earth with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. I love you.” Gale’s eyes filled with tears as James leaned his forehead against hers.

“I love you James Lionheart.”

“And I love you, Gale Hood.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Kill them!” ordered Prince John as he now stood by the Sheriff’s side at the gallows.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!?” a loud boom of a voice cried out.  

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Firelight, pt 2

Chapter 1 here

*****mention of past non-con in this chapter. NO present non-consensual sex (and there never will be in my fics).*****

“My father locked the door,” you grouse.

Geralt rotates a shoulder lazily. “I could break it down,” he says without inflection, as if it would be the easiest thing in the world. And for him, it probably would. You think he could lift you as easily as he takes a breath.

“Let’s try something else, first.” You bang on the door, three quick raps, the signal you and your father had agreed if something awful befell you, or if anything was needed. There’s a few beats of silence, then the door unlocks.

One of the more built stableboys appears in the gap. One who hasn’t been dragged into a watery grave by the selkie. Yet. “You aren’t meant to come out,” he stumbles. “The Selkie-”

“The Witcher would like a bath drawn,” you tell him.

He gapes like a fish for a second, and then nods, scurrying downstairs. You shut the door and lean back against it, arms folded, looking your fill of Geralt. No, you hadn’t expected him to be…. Relatable. Compelling like this. You’d always been led to believe that Witchers were beast-like, emotionless killing machines.

You eye the huge broadsword. Yes, he could kill you, and probably with his bare hands, no sword needed. But he could have done any number of things to you by now, and he’s not even touched you.

“He’ll be a few minutes fetching the water.” When he doesn’t reply, just standing there, still, all that coiled power banked, you can’t resist poking him, like a child poking a dog with a stick. “Do you always bathe before ruining maidens?”

He scoffs. “You said you weren’t one.”

“My father thinks I am.”

Something passes over his face, something that might have been anger, but it’s gone in a flash. The calm, almost blank expression returns when he asks, “what happened?”

Your insides contract when you even think about telling the story. To keep your sanity, you’ve boiled it down to just four sentences, and that is all you allow yourself to think about that day. “Local lord’s son. He’d had too much ale. I was young. He hid us behind a tall bale of straw, stuffed my mouth with it, so I couldn’t scream.”

The Witcher’s face tightens, and thunder steals over his face, so dark that you almost recoil from the strength of the unrestrained fury on his features. 

“You knew?” you ask softly.

“I suspected. Where is he now?”

You shrug, deliberately distancing yourself from the event. Sometimes although it was years ago, it seemed, especially in your dreams, to have happened yesterday. “I don’t know, and I’ve no wish to know.”

Geralt sat down on the bed, gazing up at you with those wolf-gold eyes. You imagine they see more than he’d ever let on. “Why?”

“Why what?” you ask,  but you’re interrupted by the door banging open. The stableboy and several of his peers follow, carting two buckets of steaming water each. They unceremoniously deposit the water, one bucket after another, into the tin bath, until it’s three-quarters full. The stableboy digs into the pouch around his waist and offers a cake of soap and a large, worn towel to the Witcher with an awkward sort of bow.

Geralt inclines his head in thanks.

He waits until the door closes to add, “Why agree to this arrangement?”

Your eyes dart to the bath and back again, and then to his sold, broad form. “Perhaps it will allow me to get over my fear of… the beast with two backs. And if it doesn’t, well, then, I’ll have paid a Witcher to save my village from the worst monster we’ve seen in a very long time. And that’s enough.”

He arches one pale brow as he crosses the big room towards the steaming bath of water. “And I don’t count?”

“You’re no monster,” you say easily, and his eyes hold yours for a long moment, curious.

He starts to undress, slowly, and you think that he’d stop if you asked him to, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Your mouth is suddenly dry in the firelit chamber as he unlaces the neck of his shirt, pulling it over his head in a move that is graceful despite its everyday-ness. His chest is criss crossed with scars, some white and old, some newer, the healing flesh pinker than his pale, almost moonlit skin. His waist narrows into serviceable black breeches, the metal buttons at the centre of them glinting in the light from the hearth. Your eyes are riveted to his body as he unpicks one button at a time, unhurriedly, not showing off but not self-conscious either. Just habitually undressing before a bath.

You swallow as he pushes the breeches down his thighs. He isn’t wearing underwear, but he’s half-turned from you which keeps most of his modesty intact. You force yourself to look away as he shucks the breeches and his boots, setting them neatly next to the tub.

When you look his way next, you hear his low groan as he settles into the water, and despite yourself, you wonder what it might take to coax that moan from him.

In the intervening years since the incident, you’ve begun wondering what the pleasure between a man and woman is like. What choosing to give yourself feels like. You’d considered it a time or two with friends. But should it have gone wrong, or should they have hurt you, or should you have cried, then you’d have to face them anew each day. Never forgetting how it was between you and never risking baring yourself again.

The Witcher would be gone by midday tomorrow. He was a perfect litmus test.

“You really aren’t afraid?” Geralt asks softly, his rumbling words carrying to you across the space between your bodies.

“No.” And you aren’t. He’s been nothing but gentle to you. He could have snapped your neck easily, if he’d wanted to.

“Well, then.” He shifted in the water. The surface rippled, his reflection wavering. “Perhaps you’ll wash my back.”

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[nsk96]

The Nemeses

A Dragon Raja fan fiction by N.S.K.

2: Truce 

(chapter 1 here)

“What are your skills? Irina asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Alchemy, genetics, scientific experimentation, and childcare,” Herzog replies while he adjusted his red gloves.

Bondarev snorts. “Hahaha, childcare.”

Irina turns to Bondarev. “And you, Bondarev?” Irina asks with a crazed look in her eyes. Her patience is already wearing thin.

“Eh, the usual…” Bondarev says casually as he starts to count on his fingers. “…counting money, riding in my helicopter, destroying secret labs, and flirting with women…” Bondarev winks at Irina. She scoffs in response.

“You also forgot that you like to ruin childhoods too.” Bondarev rubs the back of his neck while he stares at the ground and tries to avoid eye contact. Irina gestures toward the kitchen door on the opposite end of the front counter. “Herzog, you’re on kitchen duty,” she says. “Bondarev you’ll be working the cash register.”

“Oh lovely,” Herzog says. “I can’t wait to experiment with different recipes.” He rubs his hands together as he chuckles wickedly.

“Please, Herzog, just follow the recipes I have written down already.” He runs to the kitchen and cracks open the recipe book filled with Irina’s handwritten recipes.

“I can’t read your handwriting!” Herzog calls out from the kitchen.

“Well, someone didn’t teach me how to write properly,” Irina replies sarcastically.

“Maybe you would have learned if you listened to me more often!” Herzog exclaims.

“Okay, boomer,” Irina scoffs while she waves her hands dismissively.

“Children! They are so ungrateful!” He slams the recipe book closed.

“Oh, I’m sorry Herzog…I’m so grateful for you taking away everything and everyone I loved.” There is a moment of silence. Everyone is still, afraid to break the sudden silence until Bondarev finally speaks up.

“So…what will you be doing while we work?” Bondarev asks as he rubs his chin.

Irina points to a table at the corner of the shop. “I’ll be sitting in that corner over there, trying to keep my sanity intact,” she says. Bondarev chuckles.

“You want to know what else is intact?” Bondarev asks with a mischievous grin. Herzog rushes over and covers Irina’s ears

“Bondarev!” Herzog shouts. “How dare you attempt to flirt with the child! You’re too old for her!”

“I was going to make a joke, not flirt with her!” Bondarev exclaims. “Besides, she’s 19 now so she can handle my dirty jokes…” Bondarev points a finger at Herzog. “And who are you calling old, gramps?! I’m only 28!”

“She’s not ready for that kind of language. I will not have you spew vulgarity around her.” Irina pushes Herzog’s hands away.

“I will decide what I’m ready for,” Irina says fiercely.

“Ha!” Bondarev exclaims mockingly at Herzog.

“So, shut up, Bondarev,” Irina says. “Both of you are giving me a headache.” She turns to Bondarev and points a finger, poking it to his chest. Bondarev takes a step back and stares down at her with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “How dare you walk in here trying to pretend that we’re friends. I hate you for destroying my home and killing my friends, you narcissistic butt face! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your helicopter, dishonor on your 90’s boyband haircut.”

“Haha, take that Bondarev,” Herzog says cheerfully.

“And you!” Irina says as she points at Herzog. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. “You failed me.”

“Oh, my child…” Herzog says as he tries to reach out for her but she runs towards the exit.

“I can’t take this anymore.” She walks out and plops down on the bench outside in front of the shop window. Harry comes out of the bathroom, rolling up a newspaper.

“What was all the yelling about?” Harry asks innocently.

“Irina is throwing a tantrum,” Herzog replies.

“It’s your fault she’s upset,” Bondarev says as he rests his hands on his hips.

“Don’t pin this on me!” Herzog yells. “You are equally responsible.”

“Whatever.” Bondarev walks towards the door. “I’m going to check up on her.”

“Not without me you are,” Harry says sternly.

“But she’s right there on the bench.” Bondarev waves his hand at the tracking anklet. “It’s not like I can just make a run for it.”

“I’m coming with you.” Bondarev sighs and the two of them head outside. Irina is holding her knees and crying. Bondarev quietly sits next to her while Harry keeps a close eye on him. Noticing Bondarev’s presence, she scoots away from him, but he scoots closer to her anyway.

“Go away,” Irina says into her knees.

“I know you will never forgive us for what we did,” Bondarev says softly. “But I want you to know that we want to make this work.” Bondarev pulls out a chocolate bar. “Here, this will help you feel better.” Irina smacks it out of his hand. She flinches as an image of that night at Black Swan Bay flashes in her mind.

“I don’t need your stinking chocolate!” she exclaims angrily. “Stop trying to be so nice. I can’t believe Herzog sent his dog out here to talk to me.”

“I came here by my own choice. And Herzog? He’s a difficult guy. When we were in the prison, he’d ignore my existence.”

“I don’t care about your prison stories…I just want my old life back.”

“I had a lot of time to think behind bars. I decided…maybe I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore.” Irina lifts her head to look at him.

“Is that you talking? Or is that your fear of Big Oleg talking?”

“Well, if it doesn’t work out here, then we get sent back. So, I don’t know…maybe it’s a little bit of both,” Bondarev replies with a smirk. Irina smiles slightly at the thought of Bondarev running scared from Big Oleg.

“Ah, there it is,” Bondarev says.

“There what is?”

“A smile.” Irina’s smile fades as she stares at him. “Come back inside, little one,” Bondarev says softly. “You still have a nerd and a suka to train.” Irina rolls her eyes. Harry chuckles.

“I feel sorry for you Harry,” Irina says, resting her chin on her knee. Harry leans up against the shop window.

“Why’s that?” Harry asks. His pink eyes examine Irina’s face for the answer.

“You have to watch over these dummies all day,” Irina says as she gestures to Bondarev. Harry smiles, blowing air from his nose.

“It’s not the worst job, but I’m glad someone notices and finally understands.” Harry holds out a fist and Irina bumps it with her fist as she giggles. Irina and Bondarev get up from the bench and Bondarev runs to the shop door. He holds it open for her.

“Ew, now you’re being a little too nice,” Irina says while squinting at him. “What are you up to?”

“Maybe I’m secretly planning to steal the shop from you.” Bondarev grins.

“Pfft! Never gonna happen.” Irina enters the shop and then Harry tries to take the door from Bondarev. Bondarev silently waves for Harry to go in but he furiously slaps Bondarev’s hands, forcing him to let go of the door. 

They enter the shop and after a long day of training, Harry escorts Bondarev and Herzog to the apartment they’ve been assigned to. While Herzog is asleep, Bondarev sneaks off to the bathroom, the only spot in the apartment that is not under surveillance. He starts tinkering with his tracking anklet.  

Next Chapter ->

[kyedrinkscola]

Posting my first chapter onto here!!

Yes, I AM kyedrinkscola from Wattpad. I mainly draw, but on here I’ll focus on writing.

Also, if you’ve read the latest chapters, you KNOW that Ink isn’t a goody two shoes.

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Error's PoV:

I don't care anymore. I've been beaten down so many times, what does it matter? According to the voices, however, it DOES matter.

"You lazy son of a bitch."

"Get up! Stop complaining!"

"You need to destroy the AU's, Error! Now get the fuck up!"

"Guys, please-"

"SHUT UP, ANON. HE CLEARLY DOESN'T DESERVE PITY. HE'S USELESS."

Tears run down my face silently, as I listen to this massacre in my head. I sigh eventually, getting up. I might as well destroy a world. I crack my knuckles, trembling slightly. Ink was definitely going to try and kill me.

I teleport to Underfell copy 279. I'm so sick of killing. I'm so sick of destroying.

I hate myself down to the core of my being.

I start from the Ruins. I'm barely in the Judgement Hall when I hear an unholy scream behind me.

"GrEAt, it'S inK," I whisper to myself. He looks extremely pissed off when I turn around. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Ink screams. "YOU ALWAYS DESTROY MY CREATIONS, ERROR! I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF YOU!"

I sigh, broken inside. This will be one hell of a fight. I refuse to initiate the fight, however. I'm not a sadist, nor a masochist. I just wanted Ink to stop creating, and understand the Balance.

He swings his stupid paintbrush at me with the look of pure murder. I dodge, my face emotionless. At this rate, I'm going to be suffering at the end.

He growls, trying to swing at me again. I tie him up with my strings, squeezing his body a bit harder than intended. He yelps, pain flashing his face.

I sigh. "BUdDY. CaN i exPLaIN wHY i dEStrOy??" He glares at me. "You're just going to say the same damn answer. 'There's a balance, and you're ruining it.' Am I right?"

My breathing hitches. Dread flashed across my face for a fraction of a second, and he sees it, smirking. "I knew it. You're faking your emotions. I knew you were emotionless!"

Wait... what? Confusion apparently stays on my face, so he chuckles. "Damn, okay. Faking your frowns too? Listen, BUDDY. I create, you destroy. You're a piece of garbage, and I hope you die."

I feel tears swimming in my eye sockets. He just laughs. "I'm getting to ya, huh? Yeah, that's right. Grow up, piece of trash, I can't babysit."

I feel like I'm going to call out for help. For death.

But nobody would come, right? So I just pull up the console. I notice Ink's expression go from glee to utter panic. "WAIT! ERROR, PLEASE DON'T DESTROY THIS WORLD! I WORKED SO HARD ON IT-"

I destroy the world, and dump us into separate portals. I don't care if he worked his ass off to make it. I still need to destroy, or the Balance will come undone.

I start crying and muttering to myself in the AntiVoid. Little did I know... I was gonna have a really bad time in a few hours.

Ink's PoV:

I scream loudly the moment I reach my new destination. Apparently the idiot dropped me off in front of my house, because Dream and Blueberry immediately ran to open the door, comforting me.

Tears of sadness and anger roll down my cheeks. WHY? WHY WOULD HE DO THIS? DOES HE NOT KNOW IT CAUSES ME PHYSICAL PAIN WHEN HE ATTACKS AND DESTROYS?!

Of course he wouldn't. I never told him, because then he'd destroy until I died. "Balance", what an excuse. He just wants to kill and kill and kill. I hate him.

So why do I feel guilty? Why do I hate myself, too? I don't understand. I'll never understand.

Me and the Star Sanses decide for make a meeting. There, we and the other Sanses and Papyruses decide we've had enough of Error. We make a plan to ambush and kill him, once and for all. He'll finally stop ruining everything. He'll stop ranting about the "Balance".

I create a blank AU, nothing in it. Time to wait.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Finally, he arrives. I start my usual spiel about how he can give up, and become allies, and stop destroying.

He looks genuinely sad for 2 minutes, contemplating. He frowns. I know he's going to say no, I can feel it.

"I'm really sorry Ink," he says with no glitches. I'm genuinely shocked for a second, especially at how he sounds and how vulnerable he's acting. "But I can't. The Balance-"

I immediately cut him off. Fuck the Balance. Fuck whatever the hell kind of spiel he was gonna make. We're gonna kill him and he'll pay for this utter and complete chaos.

I snap my fingers. Immediately, Sanses and Papyruses race out of my portals. Error looks utterly terrified as I smirk. We attack.

He looks so scared, how fucking weak is this guy? But why do I still feel so guilty?

We break him down until he's barely recognizable. He's so bloodied up and bruised that only his ripped clothes give him away as Error.

I grin wildly. Finally, to kill him. But as I walk towards him, he whimpers and tries to pull himself away from me. Is he.... crying?

"P1EaS3!! ST0P!! I H4t3 MYSelF EN0UGH ALR34DY!!" Error cries out. I stop suddenly.

He... hates himself?

Is he... depressed...?

Holy fuck. I think I attacked him so much, he became depressed. He cries and sobs, curling up into a ball on the floor. How could I do this, even to HIM?

I finally CHECK him, my breathing hitching when I see his stats for the first time. Everyone is silent as I start crying.

"E7R0r S4nS - ATK 28$:8;692, DEF 0

The Forced God of Destruction; made to suffer and cry at the hands of Fate herself.

Fate's second creation, the first being The God of Creation, Ink. Torn from his AU and tortured, he was forced into a duty that he despises with all of his soul. Now, he's severely traumatized and depressed, as he destroys AU's to keep the Balance intact.

Isn't it funny, how because Ink was too selfish to stop his first creation spree, a Sans was torn from an AU, and forced to become a killer? Isn't it funny, how because Ink was so selfish and cruel and disgusting, he destroyed the remainder of his sanity?

Isn't it funny, how much Geno!Sans, the original one suffered, getting pulled from his own AU, becoming THIS?"

I start sobbing. This is Geno!Sans? The very first one I made?! Oh my stars, what the fuck have I done?! How could I not know there was a Balance?!

Error's PoV:

I hear loud sobbing in front of me as someone reads my soul's CHECK box. Is Ink finally realizing that there's a Balance?

I look up, wincing. Yep, it's Ink. Everything is out of focus, blurry, and I have to squint, but it's definitely Ink. Oh stars.

I summon a portal with the last of my magic, falling through it. I lay on the ground, finally sobbing and crying.

The voices just amplify my agony. I can't take this, after an hour of sobbing.

"I HATE MYSELF!" I scream, no glitches. "I HATE EVERY BONE OF MY BODY! I HATE EVERY MOMENT I LIVE! WHY?! WHY AM I BEING FORCED TO KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE?!"

I don't even notice that the Star Sanses are watching me break down. I don't even notice that Ink's eye lights aren't there.

"FUCK IT! I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF! MAYBE THAT'LL TEACH THEM THAT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL APPRECIATE ME! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL REALIZE THERES A FUCKIN BALANCE TO THE MULTIVERSE!" I scream.

I start sobbing again. I know I have to jump into the Void to truly die. I really, truly despise myself.

Ink finally speaks. "Error."

I freeze. He's in here with me? How much did he hear? Does he even really care? Will he just mock me?

He looks so morbidly sad. I shiver. What does he care about, it's not like he'll give a damn if I'm gone.

"I CHECKed your soul. I know your real name, Error. I know your backstory. I know how much you're suffering," he says.

I start sobbing again. He knows who I am?! That much was in my CHECK box?! Stuff even I don't know about?!

He sighs. "Don't kill yourself. Please. If what I'm thinking is right, if you die, the whole multiverse will die too."

Is that the only reason he cares?

"No, that's not the only reason I give a damn. I'll be stuck in a state of depression. The only person I've ever hurt, dead because I'm a terrible person. I... I really am an idiot."

"Shut up," I mumble. My voice cracks. He frowns, tearing up. "Error, please," Ink whispers.

I start laughing and crying. Nobody would actually care. I immediately create and jump into a portal, landing in Outertale.

I sigh, crying still. Nobody dares to talk to me as I approach the end of a cliff. Not until Ink finds me a few steps away from the edge.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" Ink yells, his voice cracking slightly with agony. I'm surprised that he even found me.

Ink's PoV:

I find Error a few steps away from the Void cliff. My breathing stops for a second until I yell.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" My voice cracks a little, and I tremble with sorrow. Error, don't kill yourself...

He stops, turning around and donning the most shaky grin I've ever seen. "S-shut up, i-ink blot. I-i'm doing i-it, and you can't s-stop me." My face falls.

"Error," I say sadly. "Get away from the Void." He just grins wider, but it's still shaking. "Goodbye, Inky." Wait- does he love me-?

"WAIT-!" I yell, and then he walks off the edge. My tears erupt from my eye sockets. I immediately run quickly to the edge, holding his stupid hand down. He looks shocked.

He smiles. "Ink, let go of my hand. I need to die." "N-no, please don't let g-go," I mumble, my tears running down my cheeks quickly.

I start sobbing. I don't want him to die. I start pulling him up from the Void. "Ink, please," he whispers. I pull him up completely, and he collides into me, knocking us down.

Shit. We're in a really awkward position now. I push him off, careful to not make him fall back into the Void. I'm probably a deep rainbow color.

"N-never do that again, you fucking i-idiot," I mumble. He freezes when I call him an idiot, fuck, I did something wrong again. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to insult you!" You did a complete 180 from how you were acting a few hours ago.

"... Ink."

"Y-yeah?" I mumble, still probably a rainbow color. "Why are you acting weird? Usually you're violent." I freeze completely. What do I say, 'Oh I saw your CHECK box so now I'm really concerned and possibly love you?' Hell no!

"Uhhh... I'm just.. I got concerned about you when I had read the CHECK box."

His face looks so blank. God, weird. "Ink, you care about me, right?"

I say yes. Of course I do! He starts crying again, apparently never having anyone to care about him. I pat his back lightly, already knowing about his haphephobia. He glitches a bit, but besides that, he's fine with it.

Stars, I feel so bad about doing this. He probably hates me. I wouldn't be mad if he did.

Then he hugs me. My face warms up drastically, and it's all I can take not to get him off. He mumbles something into the side of my torso. I don't even wanna ask what he said, he obviously doesn't wanna say.

He looks up, blushing a deep yellow. "S-sorry..." he mumbles. I think of something, my eyes widening.

"Error, can we make a truce?"

[hostgalli19]

Hallowvide Day 26: Samhainophobia

Chapter Summary: Samhain used to be scary. The costumes were meant to protect you for spirits and demons who wanted to harm you, nowadays, not so much.

Note: Here's today story, hope you enjoy it

Sir - Head of Manoir Vide Less - Member of Manoir Vide Mae - Member of Manoir Vide

Varga - Member of Manoir Vide Demon - Member of Manoir Vide Para (Paradox) - Member of Manoir Vide

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Link to Ao3, Day 24 and Day 25

Date: 26/10/20 - 27/10/20 Time: 10:50 pm - 2:05 am

The Manoir was louder than usual given the Guests were getting their costumes ready for the party on the 31st. This was my first year attending the party.  

I'm not quite sure what I'm going to go as I've only really dressed up for Halloween three times. 

The first time was as a vampire, the second an angel with an ex-friend and the third was for work and I only remembered it was Halloween because of the decorations and the fact everyone was dressed up. 

I honestly have no idea what I'm going to dress up as. Maybe a vampire I'm not entirely sure. I poked my head into the cinema after checking to make sure there was no bucket of blood over the door this time.

Mae, Deer, Demon, Para and Varga and promised they would never try and make either me or Sir like that ever again. I'm not scared of Samhain. The costumes now days were nowhere near as scary as they used to be. 

The costumes were meant to scare unwanted spirits and demons away but now they invited trouble, that's how it seemed anyway.

I was on my way back from a craft shop with some supplies need to make some decorations for The Manoir (Lumin's webs were looking a little bare) when I was catcalled. 

I looked around and groaned when I saw the group of humans standing at the mouth of the ally I walk down to get to the Manoir. Lovely, just what I need. 

I smiled at thinly at the humans and tried to walk through the ally as quickly as possible. 

I would have gone around but the other way closed and I wanted to get back to the Manoir as quickly as possible. I quickly flicked through my phone trying not to tense when I heard the group of humans start to follow me.

I wanted to walk faster but forced myself to keep walking like I hadn't noticed them. There was no way in hell I would be able to escape them. 

I was wearing my running shoes, leggings and my black and blue polo shirt and my black vest. 

I was suddenly very thankful the bag I was using to carry everything in didn't have a handle on it, that way the group of five humans following couldn't grab it.

 I stumbled when one of the humans grabbed one of my braids. I yelped and clawed at the hand holding my hair until they let go. That's when I started to run. 

The entrance to The Manoir wasn't that far away, I just needed to get near it and I would be perfectly safe. Sir never let anything happen to his Guests. I smiled when I heard the five humans stop at the sight of the building. 

Manoir Vide looked like a run-down mansion to outsiders. They could see how truly beautiful it was, though the Manoir itself was currently over in Lumin's webs, horseshoes, and of course jack-o-lanterns. 

It looked very much like a Haunted Mansion but to me, it was home. I gasped, completely out of breath when I finally reached the "Front Gate". 

I took a minute to catch my breath, turning around to see the five humans had finally made up their mind and were following me, a few of them had picked up stones. 

I turned back to the Manoir and dashed inside, being careful not to trip over the uneven stones that made up the pathway to the huge wooden front door. 

I stumbled and fell over, scraping my hands, shins and knees on the stones. I tried to get up but my ankle protested. I just have rolled it when I fell over. I looked up when I heard a scream, no doubt someone had scared Deer. 

I stumbled to my feet and limped towards the front door. I looked over my shoulder and smiled, Deer's scream had clearly alarmed the five humans following me. Good.

Walking was painful but I was safe. I stumbled and leaned against the table near the front door. I had never noticed it before. I yelped when I was grabbed and slammed against the wall, my ankle and knee making a dull pop sound. 

Tears started leaking from my eyes as I stared at the person who grabbed me. It was one of the humans, the others in the group were laughing and telling jokes.

I opened my mouth to scream but the human holding my against the wall put their hand over my mouth. I breathe in through my nose and almost gagged at the overpowering scent of alcohol. 

It was nauseating. I bit into the humans male's hand hard, hoping it would be enough to get them to let go. It wasn't unfortunately. They pushed me hard against the wall, the other hand across my neck. 

I slammed my knee into his groin.

"HELP! AH, LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD," I screamed, the man holding me slammed my head against a wall. I groaned and tried to stop myself from crying even more. 

The Manoir had gone quite. I couldn't hear the piano in the ballroom, nor could I hear the movie playing in the Cinema. It was eerie. The Manoir was never this quite. 

The humans had seemly noticed how quiet it suddenly was. 

I could help but smile. Sir hated uninvited Guests wandering into the Manoir. If they were polite they were allowed to stay for a while, some never left while others, much like these humans were, dealt with in a much harsher way. 

Intruders weren’t welcome.

We had several over the last month. Some from the nearby town thought to came investigate (stick their nose where it doesn’t belong), they had gotten a rather nasty surprise but they had escaped with their lives, and sanity intact.

Another, more recent intruder wasn’t so lucky. He may have gotten out of Manoir alive but he wouldn’t soon forget his time here. This particular intruder decided to insult Sir and the Manoir after he was kindly asked to leave. 

"Hello gentlemen, lady. What are you doing here?" Sir questioned, appearing at the top of the staircase, sip a glass of wine. He did not look pleased, not that I really blamed him. 

He very much hated it when there were intruders, or that’s the impression I had gotten from how he reacted when have had… unwanted Guests. The humans looked startled to see anyone here. 

I groaned when the man holding my let go, I rubbed my throat and slide down the wall, quickly wiping away the tears dripping down my face. My eyes were stinging. 

I yelped when I was lifted off the ground. I relaxed a little when I realised it was Sir’s aura. I giggled a little. I leaned against the railing to the stairs, enjoying the frightened look on the humans far too much.

The Humans looked alarmed and I couldn't help but smirk at the frightened look on their faces as Sir walked down the stairs, one hand still behind his back. I looked up when I heard a creak and saw Mae, Deer, Less, Paradox and Demon standing on the landing. 

Demon looked down at the humans with a curious look on his face before scuttling up the wall and onto the ceiling to look down at the humans. They seemed unnerved. 

While Demon's ability to climb the walls and stick to the ceiling was creepy I had since gotten used to it. 

The humans tried to run out the door but were stopped when it slammed shut, the sound was deafening, the humans paled when they saw Lumin. He was reached halfway up their thighs. He did not look pleased. 

They tried to scramble away from Lumin, bringing them closer to the staircase. 

Sir stopped just before the bottom of the stairs, I didn't notice his cane until he removed his hand from behind his back. The humans back away as much as Lumin would allow them too. 

He took another sip of his wine while he waited for the humans to speak. The man who had slammed be against the wall was stammering, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. 

"She told us to follow her. It was her doing," the man answered, I stared at him. That was a horrible excuse and was never going to work. Sir stared at them with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head when I looked over at me. 

I winced and hopped around to sit down on the bottom step. It a little too painful to stay standing. 

"I was walking from back the craft shop with decoration, they catcalled me and decided to follow me. I ended up tripping on one of the loose stones outside. I think I twisted my ankle and knee when he slammed me against the wall," I answered, leaning against the railing and briefly closing my eyes, I groaned when I felt myself being shaken. 

I stared at Less wondering why she was trying to keep me awake. 

I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

"No Galia did not. If she had then you would not have slammed her against the wall given her a concussion after she screamed for help..." I didn't hear what Sir said after that as I passed out. 

I woke up my couch in The Parlour, a cold bag on my head, my ankle and knee had already been wrapped. I had no idea what happened but didn't really care I just wanted to sleep. 

I opened my eyes again when I heard a soft chittering and realised it was Bug and Lumin. Bug called onto the couch as did Lumin, he was much smaller now. I laughed at the feeling of Lumin scuttle up my body and settle in my hair. 

It was his favourite place. I relaxed and went back to sleep. I could find out what happened later. 

Note: Thankyou for reading. I may add to this later. If you want to read the other stories go to my profile and search “Hallowvide” and the particular day you want.

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[irepookie]

Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.

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Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.

But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.

He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.

He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.

Some said to follow a feeding schedule.

Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.

Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.

Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.

And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.

Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".

But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.

He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.

Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.

But hold on.

What the hell was SIDS?

They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:

Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.

So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!

So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.

"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.

"You can't break a person, Row"

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"

"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."

"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."

"You mean she doesn't like my place?"

"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."

"Uh?"

"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."

"Oh." was all he could say.

"Where is she now?"

"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.

Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot

For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.

She wasn't crying at the moment.

And that was good.

Right?

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.

Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.

Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...

"Rowan?"

"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.

"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."

It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.

Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.

No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.

So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.

He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.

Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?

Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.

She was.

He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.

He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:

<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>

Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.

So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.

"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:

Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.

So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.

She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.  

Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.

But then her face scrunched up and she whined.

"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"

He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet.  Goddamn it.

He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second.  Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.

"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.

On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.

Thank. Fucking. Goodness.

He sighed in relief.

He could do this.

He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.

"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.

"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.

"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"

Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.

He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.

Never again.

"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.

"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.

But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to  fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair

"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.

"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.

He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.

Well except maybe...

He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.

And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.

Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.

"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the  worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.

I can do this.

He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.

So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces.  However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.

"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.

"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"

"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.

"Has she eaten properly?'

"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.

"And you? How are you eating?"

"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."

"Finish it."

"I'm fine, mother."

"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"

He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."

"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."

"Shit, this is like being 10 again."

They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.

So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.

Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.

Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.

And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.

But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.

He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.

Like he would be countless nights in the future.

Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.

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As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.

Xx ~Pookie

[fgodestinyawakenings]

Babylonia Section 15~Section 16

Day 2 of the queue with the turning point of the story is here! Definitely a challenging one since this is way before a certain class kicks to deal with Avenger class. Though they are one thing... Another enemy that shows up in the near end is another! Anyway, let’s start!

Section 15

With Gilgamesh’s soul back to his body along with the people in Uruk, Ana welcomed us back... A new change of look? Guess she finally outgrown her fear of humans a little :)

Oh? Seems like everyone is rejoicing at the return of their king! Third return... Someone been into hell too much back and forth... Oh hey, the Gudas even their model done after saving the King’s soul!

Now that we left 2 days... Time to start the meeting against Gorgon’s attack. Siduri is making sure you’re finishing your work here so that’s a role of king for ya.

100k of hundred beasts marching towards the city tomorrow.. Half a day is given for us to enter Gorgon’s temple, so a limited time to finish her while Uruk is dealing with the beast. Ah, the axe has finally arrived as well! That should take care of the bounded field!

Expected of Quetz to be able to throw that giant axe! But the rules are still in effect by their alliance... That’s a nasty burn to you Gilgamesh from Quetz herself! She has a point of your missing golden armor from your archer counterpart. Good point, Doctor Roman, despite his behavior... It’s amazing how Ozzy and him got along

Oh Merlin will take care of the axe to the temple?! Seems like we need to sneak in there with Merlin... Hm? The red cloth? Guess it’s a way to grab the axe too from Quetz! One last repeat of the procedure, we’ll be facing the King once more for a final warm up battle!

Geez... I’m thankful the EXP cards but no need for a fight! While Gilgamesh remains in Uruk, Kingu is really an opponent not to be underestimated since he has the grail...

With Merlin bidding farewell to Gilgamesh and us to the people in Uruk, we’ve got one last feast to enjoy before the decisive battle. And... An old lady... Because of Ana’s effort in helping the shop despite her condition... Even keeping her alive knowing what happened in the last 2 chapters previously...

A flower wreath for everyone in Chaldean Embassy... Damn it, I’m about to cry but not yet, because the feels are only the beginning!

One night rest later, time to head to the temple... Bidding farewell one last time to the gatekeeper. Damn Merlin! I don’t know if it’s illusion but that’s one carriage for everyone!

And of course the trip to Northen temple involves bandits trying to kill us all!

One heck of a ride later, we arrived with all pieces of our body and soul intact. While everyone went to rest.... Looks like we meet up with Ana again, and a little more bonding with her. Also passing to her the flower wreath by the old lady to her... Ouch shit... Her grandchildren... And Ana for her grandchildren...

Seems like we meet Merlin along with Fou kicking his ass as usual. I picked the last one so it turns out he’s the one who sent Beddy back at Camelot Singularity. And well, we also get to learn a bit more about Merlin and his own views of humanity

The day has arrived with the beast finally invading Uruk... Time to head out to the blood fort!

An hour passed since we fought, Kingu arrived with his army and heading to the Northen wall by Romani’s words. And at the same time there... They are trying their best to withhold the invasion as long as they could. Jaguar Warrior and Quetz engaged with Kingu in combat.... And shark-teeth faced is back!

Buying time to prevent Kingu from finding us, let’s head to the Cedar Forest!

Looks like we arrived and...... I really wonder how Merlin raised his king at this point with that spell naming! And.... MERLIN THE BIGGEST FUCKING MORON COCK WIZARD OF ALL HISTORY, I’M SO GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I GET TO AVALON FROM OUR DEATH!!!!!

.......... Bright side, the axe hits the gate..... Yeah Fou, let’s kick his ass after this. And crap, looks like Kingu is coming after us when we defeat Gorgon! I guess he and Gorgon shared something similar, Quetz?

Inside her lair... A demonic lair that really fits with cocoon for the next birth of demonic beasts.... Tch, damn it! At the face with her belly of the lair... She’s finally here!

No point in talking things out here, Mash. Considering by her legends and current motive... And Gorgon, as tempting as your roll is for tomorrow... I’m sticking with no. I’m not becoming your Master to destroy humanity!

And Ana... You’re... No, Medusa Lily... Are you sure? To fight with your older self... Another Shirou vs Archer fight from UBW with the stake of human history. Time to finish her once and for all!

Unlimited defense only work AOE lasers like her! But definitely trying to outdo her curse damage the moment she fires her NP once!

Pretty much this is a solo Chloe fight with two Mash supporting her ^^;

Story wise, looks like Gorgon isn’t giving up till the end.... Wait Medusa!! Into the hole... And the last smile..... ANAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

............. Damn it... Both Ana and Gorgon died from a suicidal attack... Flower Wreath from a gift becomes an offering for her..... Wait, if Gorgon didn’t hold the grail with her.... Kingu! So he had the grail all this time, not only that... He’s ready for revenge without a doubt. And of course we’re not even happy we’re doing this! Tch... So no longer a Lancer but an Avenger like Gorgon...

The worst one now without BB here to save the job. Especially RNG luck is praying he doesn’t charge his NP too quickly on this! Berserker still works but... Definitely still basing on RNG luck to deal with his unexpected NP charge!

Even after Gorgon’s defeat, the Singularity remains.... Woah what?! Space-time quake?!! MERLIN?! What... He... Merlin put the real Tiamat to sleep to prevent from awakening...?

As the seas turned black outside the lair, the skies turned dark... Okay, what the fuck DW?! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT CREEPY LOOKING THING!?!?!! Damn and it’s killing everyone again!

Damn it Merlin stay with us! Merlin!! MERLIN!!!! ............. Damn it so the real Tiamat awaken but.... MEEEERRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

Section 16

After escaping from there... Those things already invaded Persian Gulf by Romani’s words. Three hours before 20k of those reached Uruk...  Or 10k since the rest of the cities in Uruk has already been invaded

Merlin disappeared as Romani revealed... And died too since his true body was killed... Damn it after Gorgon’s death it awake her and killed him!

Reuniting with Quetz... Time to head back to Uruk quickly since those things are arriving faster than expected! And Merlin... Haish, one more trouble before his death.

In Ur, looks like they already began attacking... And turning them to their own kind! Benkei! Thank goodness he’s fine and thank god! Ur’s people is temporarily safe for now too. Huh? Benkei?! What the hell is that just now?!

Tch, even Uruk is on fire the moment we’re nearing! Okay you creepy little shits, now who wants a piece of me so you can stay away from the innocent people here!

Yup... Who’s idea in DW that created this fucking thing! Buff removal is one, but defense down too really?!

I know it’s only fighting 3 times but.... WTF?!

Yup... Definitely endless at this rate! ...  OKay? They left? Well good thing, time for a breather to find Gilgamesh!

Definitely chaotic now with Gilgamesh trying to evacuate his people while fighting against those things... Seems like Gilgamesh knew about what happened too....

One report later... Solomon was the one who had brought forth Tiamat again huh...  Seems like the Evils of Humanity finally revealed here on this seventh Singularity and the purpose for the Grand Servants.

And those things... Okay fuck that, no adult stage please. This isn’t a pokemon isn’t it?! Lahmu who is Tiamat’s first child meaning mud of what they are... Well Ishtar, our Doctor may be an adorable goofball. But he does his job well! Gilgamesh on the other hand... Anyway!

Gilgamesh, where’s Siduri?

........... So, she got kidnapped by the Lahmu from the people she was protecting... I see why Gilgamesh refused to brought that up... BUT YOU FUCKING MORON! WE’RE GOING TO SAVE HER NO MATTER WHAT!! 

And geez make up your mind, are we your people or what?

Late at night with Kingu... Seems like a certain King of Mages is here in a way to mess things up even more.... And yeah, seems like not only him, but Tiamat’s words and wishes are fishy at this point.

Another human killed before Kingu... Damn it, open yours eyes, Kingu! Tiamat and the Lahmus are really not to be trusted at this point!

I brought to you an important announcement that we’ll end here today. Fighting that disgusting thing questioned my sanity to finish this Singularity. Regardless, tomorrow will be another day with another post!

[krat395]

How To Make A Lizard, Ghost, and Robot Laugh (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5 of this story. In Chapter 4, the unexpected visitor was revealed to be Blooky (Napstablook) and he got in on the kids' little ticklish game. Then at some point, the kids discovered that Blooky was ticklish. So Frisk then asked him if she could tickle him while Chara focuses on MK, and he let her. While Frisk tickled Blooky, Chara decided to change things up by using her bare feet to tickle MK, completely unaware that doing so drives him crazy due to his strong foot fetish. And if Chara starts showing him her soles, he might just lose his mind completely! :O Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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HOW TO MAKE A LIZARD, GHOST, AND ROBOT LAUGH

Chapter 5: A Secret is Revealed

 Five minutes later, Blooky, who is now very comfortable, decided to retaliate against Frisk and Chara tickled MK a different way.

 Blooky: *starts tickling Frisk’s belly with his invisible hands*

Frisk: AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!! *SNORT* BLOOHOOHOOOHOOHOOKY!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!! *SNORT* WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAT THE HEHEHEHHEHEHECK ARE YOOHOOHOOHOU DOOHOOHOOING DUHUHUHUHUDE?!!!!!

Blooky: *smiling* Oh, just making you laugh Frisk. That’s all. *phases his hands into Frisk’s body*

Frisk: BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *SNORT* WEHEHEHHEHEHELL, YOHOHOHOHOHOHOOU’RE DOHOOHOOHOOING GREHEHEEHEHHEEAT BLOOHOOHOOHOOKY!!!!!!! *SNORT* AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! DOHOHOHOHOHOOHOOHON’T STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!!!! HOHOHOOHOOHOHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHAHAHHAAHAHHA!!!!!!!

Blooky: Thanks Frisk.

 Meanwhile, Chara lied down on her stomach right on top of MK. She had her head right next to his feet and her feet right next to head and she did what MK hoped she wouldn’t do. SHE SHOWED HIM HER SOLES!!!

 MK: *blushing very heavily and has an extremely worried look on his face* (Oh man, her feet are SO GORGEOUS! Want… to… touch them… so bad!! Oh my god, I can’t take this!)

Chara: *feels something inside MK’s pants* Hey MK, is that a candy bar in your pants or are just happy I’m lying on top of you like this?

MK: *embarrassed* Um…

 Chara then reached inside MK’s pants and pulled out a chocolate candy bar that was in his pocket.

 Chara: *talking to MK like he’s a dog* I’ll just hang on to this for now. *wiggles her toes in front of his face* I promise I’ll give it back to you if you’re a good boy MK! After all, good boys deserve treats!

MK: *trying to keep it together* Jeez Chara! I’m a lizard, not a dog!

Chara: That’s good MK! Because this candy bar would kill you if you were!

 With that said; Chara repositioned herself and began tickling MK’s soles with her hands. What followed was both silliness and hysterical laughter from the young boy. At this point, the effects of the oil have worn off and Chara didn’t even think to apply more of it. But that’s ok because MK’s feet are super ticklish without it! :D

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET AGAIN!!!!!! *squeak* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASEE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHHAAHA!!!!!! *squeak*

Chara: Why not MK?! I thought you started liking this kind of tickling!

MK: (I do like it Chara! But you showing me your soles is making me lose my mind! They’re so *bleep*ing beautiful!) AAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Chara: That’s right, I’m gonna tickle your feet until you can’t feel a thing! *tickles harder*

MK: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!!! NOHHOHHOHHOOOHOHOHOOHOHOHO!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!!!!!! *squeak*

 Due to Chara constantly showing him the soles of her feet, MK is absolutely losing his mind due his strong foot fetish. Part of MK wants Chara to continue showing him her soles but the other part of him wants her to stop showing him her soles before he does something he’s going to regret if and when he gets free from his predicament. His foot fetish has gotten him in trouble with Undyne and the last thing he wants is for it to get him in trouble with someone close to his age.  

 Chara: *humming a tune while teasingly moving her feet in front of MK’s face*

MK: (No Chara, don’t do that!) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!! *squeak* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!! FAHAHAHAAAHAHHAAHHOHOOOHOHO!!!!!!!

 And just when MK thought things couldn’t get any worse, Chara moved her feet around in front of MK’s face. Chara is purposely teasing MK with her feet but she is completely unaware of his strong foot fetish. Chara was stretching her feet in numerous ways. She spread her toes, scrunched her soles, wiggled her toes, put one foot over the other one on top of MK’s chest, etc. It was overkill for MK and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t look away. He had such a great view of her feet! But one thing that’s helping MK keep his sanity intact is having his own feet tickle tortured. Chara is tickling his feet with her fingers, hairbrushes, combs, feather dusters, electric toothbrushes, her rainbow feather, and Frisk’s stick and she is still making goofy noises and teasing him with tickle talk. Because MK’s very busy laughing his head off and listening to the continuous silliness of the tickle talk, he is able to somewhat cope with the fact that a cute girl is teasing him with her feet. If Chara wasn’t tickling MK’s feet at all, the young boy might just lose all hope of his sanity!

 About five minutes later, Frisk started tickling Blooky again and Chara began tickling MK’s ribs with her toes.

 Frisk: *sticks her hands inside Blooky*

Blooky: Hahahahahaahhaahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Frihihihhiihihihihhihihihsk!!! Yohoohoohoou snehehehehehaeaky rahahahahahascahahahahal!!!

 Frisk then came up with a really fun idea. She wants Blooky to stick his invisible hands inside of her while she sticks her hands inside of him.

 Napstablook: Suhuhuhuhuhuhure Frihihihihihhisk!!! Sounds fuhuhuhuhun!!!

 Blooky then stuck his hands inside Frisk and then the two of them wiggled their fingers inside each other’s bodies to provide some out-of-this world ticklish sensations to one another.

 Blooky: Hahahahhahahaahahhaahahahahhaahahaahaha!!! This tihiihhiihihiickles eeheeheeheeeven mohohohoohore Frihihiihihhiihiisk!!!

Frisk: IT SUHUHUHUHURE DOES BLOOHOOHOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAA!!!!!! *gibberish* AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!!! *SNORT*

 And with that, Frisk and Blooky were both on the floor tickling each other. Wiggling their fingers insides their bodies tickled even more and Frisk was laughing so that she couldn’t even finish her sentence. Since Blooky is way less ticklish than Frisk, he’s not laughing anywhere near as hard as she is. But he’s still having just as much fun, if not more fun than Frisk and seeing her adorable reactions to her being tickled by him is only adding to that fun. This is the most fun Blooky’s had with someone other than Mettaton and Shyren in quite a while and he is so happy that Frisk, Chara, and MK are nice enough to spend time with him.

 Meanwhile…

 Chara: *starts wiggling her toes against his ribs while continuing to tickle torture his feet*

MK: (Oh my god Chara, no! Not the toe wiggling! That just makes it even worse!) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *squeak* NOHOHOOHHOO CHAHAHAHAHARA!!!!!!! AAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!! DOHOHOOHOHOHON’T TIHIHIIIHIHIHICKLE ME WIHIHIHIHIIHTH YOHOHOHOHOHOUR

TOHOHOHOOHHOOES AGAIN!!!!!!! AWAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!! *squeak*

Chara: Why not MK?! You know, you’re acting really strange right now! Is there something on your mind?! Because you’re not reacting to this like I thought you would!

 MK wanted to tell Chara about his foot fetish but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. So instead, he responded back saying while continuing to laugh from the tickles…

 MK: OHOOHOHOOHOHOHO NOHHOHOHHOOHHOOHO!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *squeak* EVEHEHEHEHEHRYTHIHIHHIHING’S FIHIHIHIHIIHINE!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!! *squeak* I’M ENJOHOHOHHOYING MYSEHEHEHEHEHEHELF!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! KEEHEEHEEHEEPING GOHOHOHOHOOOOING!!!!!!!

Chara: If you insist MK!

 Chara thinks that MK’s hiding something from her but she just doesn’t know what. But instead of trying to fish additional information out of him, she just did what he said and went back to tickling him. Again, she used her fingers and all of the various ticking utensils to tickle his feet. All while providing him new ticklish sensations by wiggling her toes against his ribs. MK is losing his mind even more due to having Chara’s toes wiggling right in front of his face and he REALLY DOESN’T want to tell Chara about his foot fetish but he feels that he might not have a choice if this continues happening.

 Five minutes later, Frisk and Blooky stopped tickling each other so they could rest for a while. Chara however kept her ticklish assault on MK going. Five minutes later and MK is still losing his mind to having a cute girl’s feet so close to his face. His body is shaking, his tail is twitching, his feet are tingling, and he’s sweating like never before. He can’t take it anymore! He has to tell Chara his secret! Then maybe, just maybe she’ll get her feet out of his line of sight!

 MK: CHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARA!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *squeak* PLEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHEASE STAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAP!!!!!!! *squeak* I HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAVE A… (What… the… heck?!)

 MK’s sentence was cut short once he felt Chara doing something unusual to his feet and as soon as Chara started doing this unusual thing, she stopped tickling MK’s ribs with her toes and slowed up tickling his soles.

 MK: *laughter gradually slows down until stopping completely* AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHARA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHEEHECK ARE YOOHOOHOOOU doohoohoohooing?!!! Ahahahahahahaaahaahahhahahahahahahaaahhahaha!! Chahahahahaahahahara?! *heavily breathing* Chara?

Chara: *continues doing the strange thing to MK’s feet and doesn’t answer his question*

 MK doesn’t know exactly what Chara’s doing but it feels like she’s… KISSING HIS FEET! As soon as MK stopped laughing, Frisk and Blooky came over and noticed the unusual thing Chara was doing to MK’s feet.

 Frisk: Chara, what are doing?

Chara: ………… *continues doing whatever it is she’s doing to MK’s feet and is completely ignoring everyone around her*

MK: *whispers to Frisk* Psst, Frisk. Is Chara… kissing my feet?!

 Frisk then quietly informed MK that Chara is indeed kissing his feet. Right now, Chara is kissing the tops of MK’s feet and is rubbing his soles with both of her hands. Her reasons for doing so are unknown but MK thinks it’s very likely that Chara has a foot fetish like he does. The only other explanation MK can come up with as to why Chara’s kissing his feet is because she might be teasing him before she tickles him some more. Or quite possibly both! The only thing MK currently knows is that he’s very confused about the entire ordeal and that no matter how hard he tries talking to Chara, she just won’t answer him or acknowledge him in any way. So Frisk then quietly informed MK to just lie back and let the entire thing run its course.

 After about one minute, Chara wrapped her arms around MK’s feet and began rubbing her face against the tops of his feet. Chara is still ignoring everyone in the room and not a single one of them is making any effort to stop her. As Chara began hugging MK’s feet, Frisk untied the ropes around MK’s wrists to give him back his mobility with his robot arms. But before Frisk untied MK’s wrists, she wanted him to promise that he wouldn’t interrupt Chara in any way, shape, or form, to which he immediately and understandably agreed upon. MK is happy to let Chara show affection to his feet and he actually finds it quite relaxing. MK still has Chara’s feet on his chest, but he’s making absolutely no attempts to touch and tickle her feet. Reasons for this are because he’s relaxed enough not to do anything and because he promised Frisk that he wouldn’t interrupt Chara. Right now, MK is just chilling and enjoying the view of a cute girl’s feet on his chest while she’s constantly rubbing her face against his own feet. Chara even removed the string around MK’s toes to provide a more relaxing feeling for him. It felt great for MK to finally have that string off of his toes and because it so felt great, he couldn’t help wiggling his toes. At first, MK was worried because he thought wiggling his toes would interrupt Chara. But to his surprise, it didn’t. It just made her want to show his feet even more affection.

 After another minute, Chara got off of MK and left long enough to grab a footstool. Upon returning, Chara lifted MK’s still tied up legs off the floor, bent them at the knees, and placed them comfortably on a 16-inch-tall footstool. With MK’s feet higher off the floor, Chara positioned herself next to MK’s feet and began kissing and sniffing his soles. With Chara showing his soles some affection, MK feels even more relaxed. He still doesn’t understand why Chara is doing what’s she’s doing, but there’s nothing he can do to stop her. But he’s not going to argue with the current situation because he’s still enjoying himself very much.

 One minute later, Chara wrapped her arms around MK’s feet and rubbed her face against his soles. This time however, she decided to do a bit of teasing. She stuck several strands of her hair in between his toes and as she slowly rubbed her face against his feet, her hair moved back and forth in between his toes. With Chara’s hair moving in between his toes, MK couldn’t help giggling due to her hair tickling him.

 MK: Pffffffffffffft. Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee. Pfffffffffft Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee.

 After another minute, Chara did something that MK wasn’t expecting at all. SHE BEGAN WORSHIPPING HIS FEET! Because it was so unexpected to him, MK moaned in a very unpleasant manner.

 MK: *unpleasant moan*

 Upon realizing what he had done, MK quickly covered his mouth with his robot hands.

 MK: *covers his mouth* (Oh no! What have I done?!)

 MK didn’t mean to moan the way he did and he really hopes that he didn’t hurt Chara’s feelings by doing so.

 MK: (I’m sorry Chara! I didn’t mean it! I just didn’t expect you to… Oh my god, that feels amazing! And it tickles a bit too!) Heeheeheeheehee.

 A few seconds later, MK discovered that his unpleasant moan didn’t faze Chara in any way. Right now, she’s sucking his toes one by one and he absolutely loves it! MK doesn’t know why he’s enjoying this so much, but he is. MK has been on the “giving end” of foot worship before (One of the ways he tickle tortured Undyne was by licking her feet), and he has NEVER once pictured himself being on the “receiving end” of it. And overall, he finds it very relaxing and it actually tickles him every now and then. It’s also a good thing that MK started trimming his toe claws because if he didn’t, his claws would be poking the inside of Chara’s mouth and leaving a very unpleasant feeling there.

 For ten minutes, Chara worshipped every inch of MK’s feet. She licked and sucked on his heels, his arches, his balls (licking here tickled MK and made him giggle), and his toes and MK felt so relaxed that he nearly fell asleep despite giggling every now and then. For being barefoot 24/7, MK’s feet are surprisingly clean. And as Chara worshipped his feet, MK helped her out by moving his toes in specific ways to make it easier for her. For example; when Chara wanted to lick in between his toes with her warm wet tongue, MK spread his toes for her and when she wanted to lick under his toes (licking here also tickled MK and made him giggle), he bent his toes back for. The entire time, Chara did some occasional teasing by briefly wiggling one of her index fingers against MK’s soles to tickle him every now and then or by nibbling on his feet every now and then (nibbling tickled MK and made him laugh). MK, Frisk, and Blooky don’t know it, but that was Chara’s way of thanking MK for helping her out with his toe movements.

 Ten minutes later, Chara stopped worshipping MK’s feet and Frisk and Blooky made a promise to one another that they won’t say a word to anyone about what she just did. Like Frisk, Blooky is very trust-worthy when it comes to secret keeping. So Chara’s secret is safe with him. Good thing his cousin, Mettaton wasn’t there to see Chara worshipping MK’s feet because he’s very bad at keeping secrets.  

 Chara: Alright Frisk; now it’s my turn to tickle Blooky.

Frisk: Sounds like a plan Chara.

MK: But Frisk, she just…

Frisk: *gives MK a hand gesture to keep his mouth shut* Sounds like a plan Chara.

 As soon as Chara finished showing MK’s feet affection, she just pretended like it was something that was no big deal and that it was something she does on a regular basis. Frisk could tell that Chara didn’t want to be asked any questions about the entire ordeal, so she decided to keep her mouth shut and pretend that it didn’t happen at all. And Frisk wanted MK to do the same.

 Frisk: You’re gonna get tickled again MK! Ready?!

MK: Um…

Frisk: Sounds like a yes to me!

 Frisk then dug all ten of her fingers into MK’s sides and blew raspberries on his belly.

 MK: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHANKS FRIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHISK!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Frisk: *stops blowing raspberries* You’re welcome MK! *speaking so only MK can hear him* And thanks for doing that for Chara! *resumes blowing raspberries*

MK: NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOH PRAHAHAHAHAHABLEHEHEHEHHEHEM!!!!! AHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *squeak* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

 Meanwhile, Chara and Blooky tickled each other. Just as Blooky did with Frisk earlier, he stuck his hands inside Chara’s body while she stuck her hands inside his body.

 Blooky: Hahahahahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahahahaha!!!

Chara: AHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAHAAHAA!!!! THIHIHHIHIHHIS IS SUHUHUHUCH A WEHEHEHEHEHEIRD FEEHEEHEEHEELING!!!! WAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT IT’S AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWESOHOHOHOHOHOME THOHOHOHOHOHOUGH!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

 Eight minutes later, a stranger entered the house and startled everyone to pieces. Everyone in the room heard a familiar voice from around the corner, a voice that they know ALL TOO WELL.

 ????????: OH YES!!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine fic - “Need for Speed” (Rated NC17)

Kurt Hummel moves from California to Lima after his dad’s heart attack causes them to lose their repair shop. Kurt leaves his prestigious performing arts school and any chance of moving to New York and getting into NYADA. His only other joy in life is custom tuning cars, but his father doesn’t approve. Things seem to get back on track when he joins the Dalton Crew as their mechanic, behind his father’s back. He’ll make the money he needs as long as he can put up with the unwanted attention of Sebastian Smythe. But, how will his dreams change after he meets the head of the McKinley Crew, Blaine Anderson, who decides that winning Kurt Hummel will be his next big challenge?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (2164 words)

"Where'd you go, gorgeous?" Sebastian purred into Kurt's ear as Kurt ran his eyes along the brakes of Hunter Clarington's obnoxiously gold-painted Silvia.

“I got lost,” Kurt answered flatly, peering into the wheel well.

"Really?” Sebastian drawled, sounding far too amused, “Because Wes tells us you wandered into enemy territory."

Kurt sighed. He saw the way things were going to be from now on, the constant pecker contest between crews. Somehow, without meaning to, Kurt found himself stuck in the middle. Well, he could play the game, too. He turned on his own charm as he looked back at Sebastian, batting his eyes innocently. Sebastian bent at the waist to get closer to him, apparently not willing to dirty his faux distressed Abercrombie jeans by kneeling down to actually talk to Kurt on the level.

"Seems like I did." Kurt stood to face the boy. He didn’t like the possessive way Sebastian hovered over him, as if he had already claimed Kurt as his own. "But luckily I made it back without a scratch."

"And virtue intact, I hope," Sebastian teased.

Kurt felt all the color drain from his face. He snapped his head away from Sebastian quickly, looking over the roof of the car to where Hunter stood fiddling with his iPhone.

"The brakes are fine for now, but I’ll need to get this on the lift and look a little more."

Hunter barely glanced up as he nodded in Kurt's direction, not saying a word of recognition or thanks. Kurt hurried off to the sanctity of his own car, ears burning from Sebastian's words, needing a moment away from the fray of battling street cars and hormones to find some semblance of peace.

He wasn't so lucky. Sebastian stalked after him like some large predatory cat, toying with his prey.

"I saw you chatting up Blaine Anderson..." Sebastian's words followed Kurt, but Kurt focused solely on getting to his car, "and FYI, that boy's okay for a good time, but don't get too attached."

Those words unwittingly captured Kurt’s attention.

"Why not?" Kurt found himself asking, genuinely curious. He opened his car door and slid into the driver's seat.

"Because, Blaine's not really the boyfriend type,” Sebastian announced. “He's more the love 'em and leave 'em kind."

"And how do you know that?" Kurt asked, surprised that he even cared. He closed the car door shut behind him, needing to erect a barrier between him and his relentless pursuer.

"I get my intel from a reliable source," Sebastian answered vaguely. "Anyway, best to stick with me, beautiful. I'm all about commitment."

Kurt sat still, doing his best to blatantly ignore Sebastian. He wouldn't give Sebastian the satisfaction of looking up into his eyes and seeing the conflicting emotions building there. Sebastian let his words hang in the air for a moment, hoping Kurt would seriously consider his offer. He tapped on the roof of Kurt's car, drumming his fingers loudly, trying to get his attention, but Kurt kept his eyes glued to the steering wheel in front of him. A few strained minutes passed and Sebastian realized he was fighting a lost cause, so he turned to walk away.

Not that he had any intention of giving up the fight. He was simply calling it quits…for now.

"See you at the starting line," Sebastian called out. "I want to see your pretty mouth cheering me on."

Sebastian walked smoothly away. The second he was out of earshot, Kurt took a shuddering breath, feeling altogether tired and disgusted. Earlier today, when he was busy cursing out his life and praying for this job as Dalton’s mechanic, he hadn’t banked on any of this. He didn’t want any of this.

He wanted to go back to California.

He wanted to go home.

 Kurt never made his way back to the starting line. He drove off a short distance, trying to make himself a little more inaccessible. He figured if anything major came up with the cars of the Dalton Crew, Wes would text him. He stayed nestled within the comforting confines of his vehicle, the only thing he had that felt familiar anymore. Six races total took place, but no major wagers were made. More time was spent bad mouthing other drivers than actually driving. Kurt could see the Dalton boys look over at him from time to time, especially Sebastian, and bizarrely enough Dave. Kurt had a suspicion that Dave might be homophobic. There was no mistaking that something about Dave was off, and that he didn't seem to like Kurt, so Kurt would have to remember to keep his distance and watch his back.

Kurt noticed that Blaine didn't race at all, most likely because of the issue with his NOS line. Kurt wanted to believe that he noticed a few fleeting glances from Blaine's honey-colored eyes drifting his way as well, but from the distance he sat Kurt couldn't be completely sure. Besides, a boy that gorgeous had to be attached to an equally gorgeous guy (or guys) somewhere. Blaine had probably been messing around by flirting with Kurt, having some fun at Kurt’s expense. He knew Kurt was there with Dalton. Blaine had admitted it. Flirting with him was probably some form of psychological warfare. He was trying to throw Wes off his game, pure and simple, and cop a feel to boot.

Great. Now Kurt felt tired, frustrated, and played.

Tired had started to win out. It seemed a shame to turn in early, especially since the only thing waiting for him at home was a short night of sleep with the promise of another day spent rotting away at his dad’s shop, but for the sake of his sanity he made the decision to leave. He sent Wes a text asking if they still needed him, and Wes sent him a message back saying that he could head home if he wanted. He also thanked him for all his hard work.

Well, there was that.

Kurt stood and stretched, hearing the satisfying pop and crack of his spine as he twisted his back left and right.

"You can't just do that," a smooth as silk voice said as it approached.

"Do what?" Kurt asked, too tired to be witty.

"Stand and stretch like that," Blaine said, coming into view from the city of lights ahead. "That image does things to people."

"Oh really?" Kurt asked, deliberately bending at the waist to touch his toes, folding his thin body completely in half and grinning at the sound of Blaine's appreciative groan.

'Take that, asswipe,' Kurt mused vindictively. 'Three years of cheerleading.'

Blaine walked past Kurt with a last longing look down at his bent over form and wandered over to his Eclipse.

"Nice ride." Blaine nodded approvingly. "How come you're not down there racing instead of up here...stretching?"

Kurt stood up straight and looked Blaine over curiously, wondering what exactly his angle was.

"Because," Kurt said with a shrug, returning to his car, "I fix cars, I don't race."

"Why not?" Blaine asked, his flirtatious facade slipping a bit.

"Because, it's not for me. I love my car. I love driving my car. I don't want to risk losing it. It means a lot to me." Kurt couldn't understand why he was telling Blaine all of this. Did Blaine even really care or was this a rouse to get into Kurt’s pants? Still, Kurt didn't have anyone else to talk to. Kurt had learned recently that his supposed best friends in California, who had convincingly turned on the waterworks the minute they found out Kurt was leaving, were now too busy with their still fabulous lives to be concerned with him and his problems. Even Chandler Kiehl, an awkward little tadpole gay who had pursued Kurt like the plague for the past year and a half, had quickly found someone new to obsess over. And the Dalton Crew, well, they didn't really seem like the warm milk and lady talk type.

Except for maybe Jeff, but Kurt suspected that Nick might have something to say about that if he did invite the blond boy over for a heart-to-heart.

But out-of-the blue here came Blaine, with his gorgeous hazel eyes, his sexy curls, his open and genuine smile, asking Kurt about his life and looking like he actually cared. It felt nice, even if it might all be an act. Kurt decided there was no harm in indulging in the fantasy for a moment.

"What does it mean to you?" Blaine asked softly.

Kurt turned and looked over at the horizon. The lights from the cars were slowly retreating, shooting away in various directions.

"It means freedom," Kurt said with a sigh. "No matter what happens in my life, no matter what happens at home, no matter...what I lose...I can just get in my car and drive away."

A tense silence followed Kurt's words. Kurt didn’t divulge anything more, and Blaine couldn’t think of a thing to say. He understood the need to get away, and his own Mustang had given him that time and time again.

Soon the air buzzed with the rumble of other cars driving their way. Kurt looked over at Blaine, who was gazing back at him with an almost sympathetic expression. Kurt felt a hard lump grow in his throat.

It would be so easy to fall head over heels for this boy, Kurt realized. To throw caution and common sense to the wind and get pulled into the allure of that cocky grin and arrogant charm would be such a welcome distraction from his depressing life. The memory of standing close to Blaine, feeling the warmth of this boy’s body against his, his breath washing over his skin, the many promises hidden in his voice and in his eyes – it made Kurt feel excited and alive.

That realization made Kurt suddenly furious. He remembered how easily Blaine had played him, how he threw Kurt under the bus with his new crew chief when all he was trying to do was his job. Blaine could have jeopardized Kurt’s chances at getting the life that he longed for so badly he would do practically anything, give anything he owned, to have it. Kurt stormed over to his driver’s side door, hoping Blaine would take the hint and back off, but he didn't.

"Look," Kurt said, "don't you have some other newbie to mess with, or some hot guy waiting for you at home? I mean, why are you over here fucking with me?"

Blaine looked startled.

"I'm not fucking with you." Blaine moved away from where he had leaned his hip lightly against Kurt's Eclipse and approached him slowly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, responding with a sarcastic scoff.

"Look," Blaine said, "I'm sorry about before. I really am, but I wasn't trying to fuck with you. Really."

"Well," Kurt said, glaring at him, "unless you can give me a reason I might possibly believe, please do me the favor of stepping away from my car before I run you over. FYI, my NOS actually does work."

Blaine had to smirk a bit at that. Kurt was so unlike anyone Blaine had ever met. He was sharp, fiery, and best of all, he wasn’t so star struck by Blaine or lured by his flattery that he threw himself at Blaine’s feet, which was more than fine for Blaine.

Blaine was all about the chase.

Kurt shut himself inside his car, but Blaine leaned in through the open window.

"Kurt," Blaine said, lowering his voice, "I would really like the chance to get to know you, if you'd let me."

Kurt stared into Blaine’s pleading eyes. He seemed so sincere that Kurt wanted to believe him. He really did. The expression on Blaine's face was enough to melt Kurt's heart, tear down all his carefully constructed walls. But the cynic lurking inside Kurt reared its ugly head. He turned the key in the ignition and gunned the engine, laughing wryly.

"Yup," Kurt said shaking his head, putting all those ideas about Blaine being a misunderstood bad boy with a heart of gold out of his mind, "right."

Blaine backed away just as Kurt put his car into gear and peeled away into the flow of cars heading out of the business park. Kurt didn't look into his rear view mirror to see Blaine's reaction. It wouldn’t have made a difference. No amount of puppy-dog heart-eyes could have made Kurt turn around and go back.

Blaine watched Kurt go, watched his blue and silver car speed off until it was just a blur of color in a sea of cars hurrying away. He turned on his heel and walked slowly back to his Mustang, smiling to himself. As far as he was concerned, the gauntlet had been thrown and the chase had begun. He was right. Kurt would be a challenge.

Blaine never turned his back on a challenge.

[btshodown]

Remember You (Pt. 2) M

↳ You’re just trying to get by and stay the course, but Jin has other plans in mind for you. Maybe going to that party on Saturday wasn’t such a great idea after all.   

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Genre/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jin AU, Angst, Smut || Thigh riding, Oral (F & M receiving), Throat fucking, Big dick Jin cause ofc, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Dirty talk, Dom Jin, Slightly dom reader, Slight praise kink Word Count: 11k+

➭ Ahahaha....I’m back! FINALLY this chapter is done and it pains me to say that there’s one final part after this, instead of the original 2 parts I was going for. :’) I’m so sorry this took so long, a lot of stuff came up these months and I only ever worked on this fic like once a month. But finally, FINALLY its done. Its past 3 am and I need to wake up in less than 3 hours, but its finally finished. :’)))) Anyway, enjoy this filthy, angsty chapter! And also thanks again to my lovely best friend Admin RD for helping me out with this. <333

“What do you think about this one?”

 You ignore Yoongi’s obvious boredom as you hold up another Mario figurine to show him, wanting his opinion on whether it’d be a good gift to give to Seokjin. Despite Yoongi occasionally hanging out with Seokjin and the other guys from your job, he was the only one you saw outside of work. Both of your sense of dry humor had bonded the two of you before you became supervisor. In those days, Yoongi and you usually worked together in the slow night shift since neither of you liked waking up early.

 The only flaw to your friendship was the fact that he was also friends with Seokjin. At any opportunity you would constantly ask him why he was even friends with someone like him. Granted, Yoongi wasn’t some model student either and would sometimes miss classes or turn up late, but he always handed in his homework and got good marks on quizzes. He actually worked hard for his diploma and now for his degree in music production. Along with the fact that he didn’t rely on his parents to pay for his tuition or rent; you both lived poor together at least.

 “It looks the same as the last one. Honestly, y/n-noona, why are you suddenly so hung up on Jin-hyung?” At this, Yoongi finally looks at you with confusion and curiosity in his eyes, noticing your cheeks dusting with pink. “Just last week you were ranting about how you caught him making out with Jiae-ssi.”

 You avert your eyes from his stare, choosing instead to glance at the different Mario figurines lined up against the wall of the Nintendo store you were in. It was Wednesday now and you hadn’t seen Seokjin at work since the incident on Monday that led to the weird deal he had proposed. Yesterday was his day off and today was yours, tomorrow and Friday you didn’t work the same shift; so that left Saturday. Both of you had that day off and the anticipation to see what he had planned for you was maddening.

 Part of you hoped that something would happen and whatever that tension was inside the closet would continue. The other part of you wanted nothing to do with Seokjin the fuckboy. It’s as you always said; nothing good could ever come out of falling for someone like him.

 So then why are you buying him a present?

 You ignore that intrusive thought with a scowl as you let out a sigh, and turn to Yoongi once he nudges your arm impatiently, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. “Because I was raised to bring gifts when invited to a birthday party?”

 The deadpan expression on the younger man’s face has you grimacing, knowing that pathetic excuse wouldn’t fool him. You honestly couldn’t give him a straight answer without discovering something you didn’t want to. If it was possible, you wanted to never go down that road of self-discovery and opt to forever remain oblivious to the answer. Otherwise your heart and sanity wouldn’t come out intact.

 “Can you just help me decide what to give the bastard instead of interrogate me,” you grumble out as you put back the figurine you had in your hands. “You’re actually friends with the guy, that’s why I brought you with me in the first place.”

 “About that,” the black haired male begins as he absentmindedly grabs a box that had Princess Peach inside, “how did you even find out that Jin-hyung likes Mario?”

 The question catches you off guard and has you nearly dropping the Fire Flower suit Mario figurine; thankfully Yoongi is quick to catch it before it could hit the floor. You mumble a quick thank you as you feel the shop owner giving you the evil eye from across the counter. The old coot had been eyeing the two of you since the very beginning and you had a feeling that Seokjin wasn’t the only one with a Mario obsession.

 “It was brought up once when we closed,” you start off slowly, not wanting to slip up and reveal that the conversation had sprung up because you had seen the broad shouldered man topless. Imagine your shock when you not only see him taking his work shirt off one night when you closed, but also seeing a tattoo of the Super Mario star on his right pec.

 Oh, Seokjin teased you endlessly that whole week because of your reaction. You were sure that all the blood rushed to your face as you had stared slack jawed at the perfection that was his torso, before you had begun shrieking for him to put his shirt back on. The only saving grace of that night was that the blonde haired man would never find out about you masturbating to the thought of coloring his skin in hickies and scratches. You had thankfully gotten it out of your system by a week and were able to look him in the eye, but after what happened on Monday…well, the image once more found itself replaying on your mind.

 “You know, despite his narcissism…Jin-hyung isn’t a bad guy.”

 “Huh?” His sudden statement has you turning to face him in confusion as Yoongi silently hands you the porcelain figurine of the Fire Flower Mario you almost dropped.

 “I’m just saying that you should give him a chance. He isn’t as bad as you make him out to be,” his voice had gone soft as he glances over to you and sticks his hands inside his jeans pockets.

 Normally you would have dismissed his statement; it was something that he periodically brought up with you when you’d ask why he was friends with the guy, but this time there was a certain gleam in his eyes. The kind of gleam you recognized by now that meant he knew something you didn’t. It gave you pause as you stare down at the figurine in your hands, rolling it around in your palms so that Mario’s eyes bore into yours. You trusted Yoongi. It would be an insult not to after all you two had been through.

 But could you afford to take his word for it about Seokjin?

 With a shake of your head, you outright ignore his previous words and make your way to the counter to purchase the Fire Flower Mario. “I think this one is fine. Do you want to go grab food after this before your shift starts?”

 Yoongi regards you for moment with blank eyes; before he lets out a sigh and lets you get away without answering him. “Yeah, I’m starving since this crazy woman dragged me out of my bed at 9 am.”

 You let out a scoff to hide your giggle as you playfully smack his chest with the back of your hand and then place the figurine on the counter, taking out your wallet to pay the old shop keep. A few hours later you find yourself dropping Yoongi off at work and making your way home to wrap up the small porcelain Mario into a pink box. Making sure to wrap it with some newspaper to assure it wouldn’t break inside. Along with accompanying you to buy Jin’s present, Yoongi also let you know how the older man liked the color pink when you were choosing something to put the present in.

 Honestly, you weren’t expecting Seokjin to actually like the color pink, he didn’t seem the type, but at the same time it didn’t surprise you. As you came to learn over the past year, Seokjin had hidden traits about him that he hid from the public eye.

 You place the neatly wrapped pink box onto your kitchen counter with a thoughtful expression on your face, glancing over to your phone as Yoongi’s earlier words about Seokjin bounce around your head. Should you trust your friend on this? Would it turn out to be worth the risk?

 Suppose you’d find that out on Saturday night.

 “I don’t think I want to go anymore.”

 “What? Why?”

 You let go of the shirt you had in your hands and fall on your butt, groaning pathetically into the phone that had your best friend on the other line. She had been with you since high school and it was only the distance of her university that kept you apart. As much as it pained both of you, she left a year after high school to a university that was a few cities down. She’d still visit every holiday she had, but it wasn’t often since she was a good five hours away. It was the reason why you began hanging out with Yoongi so much.

 “Because I have nothing to wear,” you whine out pitifully and once hearing her scoff, your voice lowers to a softer pitch, “and what if all he has planned is just trying to have sex with me?”

 It shouldn’t have, but that thought alone made your heart constrict painfully. You knew it was true, you knew that by “fun” all Seokjin meant was having sex and getting drunk. You knew better than to try and foolishly believe he’d truly stop his horrendous lifestyle just to show you how “fun” his party could be. You knew that all he wanted from you was your body; something he’d never been able to achieve. It was probably all a game to him, a challenge he must of set for himself ever since you got hired. You knew.

 So then why did it hurt no less knowing it?

 “What’s so bad about that?” You finally hear your best friend reply and you hold the urge to let out another groan. “You haven’t gotten laid in so long and I bet even your vibrator isn’t as satisfying anymore – ”

 Your face quickly colors itself in red as you splutter out a reply, a mix of her name and a whine of embarrassment, but she ignores you and continues on.

 “ – Plus, if you really claim to not like Jin, but aren’t blind to see how hot he is, why not go for it? What do you have to lose?”

 You stay silent as you look at your clothes, contemplating her words as your face finally cools down, but you know that arguing with her would be fruitless. She had a point and you finally grumble out how there wasn’t much for you to lose. Maybe if you did end up having sex with Jin, you’d finally be sated and hopefully whatever the mess of emotions you had would finally be put to rest. Because you honestly couldn’t carry on with how things were right now.

 “Fine,” you let out a sigh as you stand up from you closet floor and resume shifting through your clothes. “I’ll go, but I still don’t know what to wear.”

 “Well, you still have that outfit I bought for you five months ago. You can wear it with the gold bands and pink booties you hardly wear.”

 Your eyes quickly fall to the end of your closet, where you kept most of your revealing outfits that your best friend convinced you to buy. She was always the more outgoing one of you two and there was a time you did enjoy some clubs and bars, but only because she was always with you. Now that she hardly came, you usually found yourself having lazy days by yourself or with Yoongi. Those outfits seldom saw the light of day anymore.

 But the outfit she had in mind had you blushing. It wasn’t so much revealing, but it hugged your figure to the point that it really didn’t leave much to the imagination. You might as well have chosen to go with just your undergarments.

 “I am not wearing that thing to his party! I might as well go naked!”

 “If the night plays out well, hopefully you will be naked,” she once again ignores your splutter of protest and continues on with a tone full of smug satisfaction. “Come on just imagine Seokjinnie’s reaction when he sees you walk through his door in that baby.”

 Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you nibble onto the flesh in contemplation. You couldn’t deny the temptation of dressing up in something provocative and watching Seokjin’s wide eyed gaze never stray from your body. The only person to ever really see you wear such clothes besides your best friend was Yoongi, and even he had appreciated the way your body looked.

 “Fine! Fine, I give. I’ll wear it and then tell you all the details tomorrow,” you let out a giggle as you hear your friend’s squeal on the phone and with a promise that you’ll call her, you finally hang up to start getting ready.

 A new surge of excitement has you chucking the outfit out of your closet and onto your bed, before you begin undressing to go shower. With a quick glance at your clock, you jump into the shower and start planning out your make-up and hair. Yoongi would come by to pick you up in two hours, so you had plenty of time to make sure you left your apartment looking as amazing as you could.

 You’d make sure that Seokjin would never forget this night.

 Any nerves you felt during the silent car ride and walking up the steps to Seokjin’s rather lavish looking apartment complex, completely disappeared the moment you traipsed through his door. You won’t deny that feeling the eyes of many men and even women had your confidence sky rocketing through the roof. Sure, Yoongi had stared at you and even kept giving you once overs while in the car, but you hadn’t taken his actions to heart. It wouldn’t have been the first time that you caught his gaze.

 Now, however, you felt excitement course through your veins as your eyes scan the crowd, easily picking up your coworkers amongst the writhing bodies. Although, you frown a bit as you can’t see a certain broad shouldered birthday boy and your hands unconsciously hold onto his small present closer to your body. Surely he had to be somewhere in here.

 “Do you want to come with me to grab some drinks?”

 You turn to Yoongi, unperturbed by how his lips brushed your hair as to have you hear him over the booming music and nod your head. You’d need all the help you could tonight, but by no means were you going to let yourself get drunk. You usually never exceeded two drinks when you’d go out; only needing those two to help relax your body and mind enough to enjoy any social function.

 Yoongi carefully maneuvers through the crowd with his arm wrapped around your waist, making sure not to lose you as you made your way into the spacious kitchen. As you step onto the tiled floor, your eyes scan the kitchen and you can’t help, but feel slight bitter jealousy at how nice Seokjin’s apartment was. Your little studio seemed like a cardboard box compared to his might-as-well-be-pent-house home.

 Damn him and his parents’ wealth.

 “Hey Yoongi-hyu – whoa!”

 You’re brought back to reality as you hear the exclamation and turn to find Hoseok standing there, one of the morning baristas you didn’t see as often, practically devouring your figure. A hot blush finds its way onto your cheeks as his dark eyes finally meet yours and that’s when he realizes who he’s looking at and mimics your blush.

 “I’m so sorry noona, I didn’t…if I would have known – it’s just you look really different.” It was a bit endearing to see him turn into a stuttering mess as he apologizes for his blatant staring. Hoseok was always one of the nicer friends Jin had. That’s not to say that the others weren’t nice, but Hoseok himself was usually a gentleman and very warm. How he was Jin’s friend also crossed your mind a lot.

 “It’s okay Hoseok-ah, really,” you manage to get out as a small smile adorns your face. Your hands nervously run down your black leather, high-waisted pants and as you glance down at your outfit you easily understand why Hoseok didn’t recognize you. No one besides Yoongi had ever seen you outside of your uniform and usual ponytail. This time, you followed your friend’s advice and wore the outfit she had bought for you a few months back. Along with the skin tight pants, you wore a long sleeved, high neck pink crop top that was sheer with darker pink lace to cover up your breasts and parts of your back; your matching soft pink booties completed your outfit for the night.

 You tried convincing yourself that you wearing pink was completely coincidence and not a ploy to make Seokjin’s eyes never leave you for the entirety of the night.

 “Was there something you needed besides ogling Y/n-noona, Hobi?”

 At Yoongi’s teasing tone, Hoseok’s ears turn red as he coughs into his hand before bringing up his red solo cup to his lips. It was odd, but the younger man almost seemed…guilty for getting caught looking at you and it made you turn a questioning look to your friend, who ignored you completely.

 “Uh, yeah. Jin-hyung was wondering if you had come already, but guess I just found his answer,” Hoseok replies a bit hesitantly as his eyes quickly flickered to you before moving back to Yoongi.

 “Yeah, we came a few minutes ago and decided to grab some drinks.”

 As the two young men began to talk amongst themselves, you busied yourself in grabbing a cup with some ice and making your way over to the giant orange cooler to pour whatever alcohol was housed in it. The strangely blue liquid left a lot to be desired, but with a careless shrug, you take a big gulp of it to ease the sudden nerves racking your body. What had Hoseok meant by that Seokjin was wondering if Yoongi was here or not? Did he know that Yoongi was going to pick you up? Surely not, unless your black haired friend was planning something with the older man.

 With that thought in mind, you move your gaze to Yoongi, slightly narrowing your eyes in suspicion as Hoseok and him lowered their voices to talk about something they clearly didn’t want you listening in on. Just what on earth was that fucker up to now?

 The younger of the two catches your gaze and before you can redirect your stare, Hoseok gives you a little grin. “Hey y/n-noona, you wanna go dance?”

 “Um, sure,” you reply a bit perplexed at his sudden offer, “I don’t mind dancing.”

 You tip your head back to finish off the remnants of your drink and set down the cup before walking over to Yoongi, handing over the small present box you had. “Do me the favor, yeah?”

 With a roll of his eyes, he lets out a dramatic sigh, but takes the gift away from you nonetheless. “Sure, I’ll just be here drinking by myself I guess.”

 It was your turn to roll your eyes as you walk off with Hoseok and throw Yoongi a quick wave, knowing he’d honestly rather not socialize despite his dramatics. As you make your way to the middle of the writhing bodies you couldn’t help, but to glance around the room to look for the elusive birthday boy. You had honestly expected him to be in the middle of the fray, but so far you hadn’t seen him anywhere. You tried to push away the sudden thought of him tucked away in his room with some random girl as the simple fleeting image made your stomach twist in knots.

 Your restless thoughts are halted, however, when you feel Hoseok’s hand wrap around your wrist; easily bringing you a mere few inches away from him as he throws you a warm smile. His lithe body was already effortlessly swaying to the beat of the music playing on the speakers and with a little wiggle of your hand; he had you moving with him as well. Dancing with the younger male was a lot easier than you had initially feared and for that you silently thanked him in your mind.

 “Can I be honest with you noona?” At his question, he leans down to your ear to make it easier to hear him over the music and continues. “I’m surprised you finally came to one of Jin-hyung’s parties. What changed?”

 “I was invited,” came your dry response before you could stop it and it brought a smirk to your face when Hoseok genuinely laughed at it. It was true though; before this ridiculous offer Seokjin had made to you, not once had he ever invited you to his parties. It was something you had grown accustomed to ever since you knew him back in high school and re-met him at the café.

 An odd expression crosses Hoseok’s face once his laughter fades away and just as he’s about to reply back to you, you suddenly feel very familiar warm hands settle on your waist. It was as if you had been touched by live wire by how your body physically reacted to him; his touch alone sent currents of electricity racing through your veins as his palms managed to find purchase on the small amount of skin shown between your pants and crop top. You wanted to turn around and snap at him to not touch you so intimately, but your resolve crumbled the moment you felt his hot breath fan over the side of your face as his lips teasingly ghosted over the top of your ear.

 “I’ve been looking for you.”

 Lord give me the strength. I don’t think I’ll survive tonight.

 You weren’t sure what expression Seokjin had, but one glance at Hoseok told you it was akin to “get lost” as the younger man gave you one last warm smile before disappearing back into the crowd. No doubt to find a new dancing partner now that his older friend stole his and it made you longingly glance at the spot he once was, wishing he’d come back to save you from the onslaught of anxiousness that overtook you.

 However, you’re quickly brought back to reality as you feel Seokjin’s hands suddenly begin to trail upwards, just shy of touching the underside of your breasts, and hastily grab hold of them with a small intake of breath. Just what the hell was he thinking?! With a pinch on both of his hands, you swiftly turn on your heel to face him as a scowl adorns your rose tinted lips, but the blush no doubt decorating your cheeks took away from your angry expression.

 “What the hell are you doing? Don’t touch me like that!”

 His only response was an infuriating smirk as he reaches forward to grab hold of your wrist, his eyes unabashedly raking your figure, and the sudden dark glint in them had your toes curling in anticipation. “If I knew you dressed like this outside of work, I would have made this offer ages ago,” his voice was gruff with obvious lust and it had your thighs clenching almost instantly.

 Despite wanting to jump his bones right then and there, you let out a scoff and retrieve your hand back from him, taking a small step back mainly to control your sudden arousal. “Had I known you were even sleazier outside of work, maybe I would have never bothered coming in the first place.”

 A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest and it has the pit of your belly quivering at the sound, leaving you to miss his squeaky, window cleaning laugh you’ve heard on occasion. Anything to disrupt the scorching heat forming in your lower body would be a sweet relief, considering that now you had a full visual of his outfit; and oh lord, it had your lace panties sticking to your skin. Why did he have to look even sexier than normal? It wasn’t fair.

 Never in your life would you have imagined yourself finding a man more attractive simply because he let his forehead show. His blonde hair was slicked back; a complete 180 from his usual boy band style and it had your skin tingling from how clear you could see his brow and dark eyes. Not only that, but it seemed you two somehow wore similar outfits to one another and it made your heart flutter at how utterly gorgeous pink made him look. He was such a tease, even now, as his pink shirt has the top two buttons left open; leaving you a tantalizing view of his prominent collarbones.

 Lord have mercy on your soul; you were already wet just by looking at the beautiful bastard.

 “You love it, don’t try and deny it,” he teases back with a grin as he once more places his hands on your hips and brings you closer to him, forcing you to rest your own hands on his broad shoulders to avoid having them crushed against his chest.

 For a while, all you can do is stare up into his eyes as your lips stay pressed together; trying your best to hold back the agreement bubbling in your throat. You hated that he was right, that there was a pretty big part of you that enjoyed having Jin flirt with you and clearly make it obvious that he wanted you. Because damn, you wanted him just as bad; you’ve been wanting him for as long as you can remember. But it was always his lifestyle that had you steering clear of him.

 You don’t know when that started changing.

 “Weren’t you going to show me how to have fun?” you hear yourself murmur as your traitorous body moves closer to his, not missing how his breath hitched the moment your breasts pressed against his chest. You weren’t sure where this sudden rush of bravery came from, but you hold onto it as tightly as you can, already getting addicted to the blast of confidence coursing through your veins.

 You watch with fascination as his pupils expand, quite literally showing you his sudden arousal as he wraps an arm around your waist and grins wickedly. “Oh, I still plan to sweetheart,” his voice is gruff with lust as he teasingly brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth, leaving you momentarily breathless. “But we have to go somewhere more private. I’m not really an exhibitionist.”

 All the blood rushes to your cheeks and to the space between your legs at his straightforward answer, leaving you a mess of hormones as you turn your head slightly, not quite touching your lips to his as you glance up into his eyes. “What are we waiting for then?”

 It’s as if you said the magic words because Seokjin is suddenly pulling you with him as he maneuvers out of the sea of bodies and towards a door that must lead into the hallway. The logical side of your brain is screeching at you to turn away and just find Yoongi to ask him to take you home; but it’s easily drowned out by the carnal desires of the flesh once Seokjin pushes you through a door and locks it. He wastes no time in diving into your lips, practically devouring you whole as his large hands roam all over your body, squeezing whatever he could as if he was a man starved.

 After so long of wondering how his lips would feel on yours, having it actually happen had your stomach tying in knots as a shudder of pleasure passes through your spine, instantly having your nipples harden behind your shirt. They were softer and much more plush than you had ever imagined; it was if you were kissing clouds and it had your mind providing you with filthy images of how his lips would feel against your pussy.

 A low moan leaves you the moment you feel his knee suddenly push apart your thighs to snugly rest between them, teasingly leaning in so that it just barely brushed against your throbbing core. Once hearing the throaty sound leave you, Jin lets loose his own growl as he eagerly grabs your hips and brings you forward on his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately needed. With a small keen leaving your lips, your own hands fist his shirt as you twist your hips to begin grinding yourself against his thigh, loving the pressure it applied against your clothed clit.

 “You love that don’t you,” Jin grunts out as his fingers clutch onto your clothed hips, but you could feel his heat burning you through them anyway as his hot breath fans against your mouth. “You act so innocent at work, but look at you. You’re already a mess with just my thigh.”

 Normally you would have smacked his arm, or given him a piece of your mind for being so smug, but when he suddenly clenched his thigh and hit your covered clit just right, it had all your angered thoughts cease. Your back thuds against the door as you let out a loud whine that sounded close to his name and let your nails bite into the skin on his forearms for leverage.

 “Oh god, Jin,” you let out a hitched breath as he continues to flex the muscle, sending your mind into a plethora of euphoria, “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

 The blonde male lets out a soft moan of appreciation for the soft pain of your nails digging into his skin and the way your kiss swollen lips parted to whine out his name so deliciously. Although, at your bossy tone, he couldn’t stop the violent twitch his clothed erection gave; he’d never admit to you that you taking charge was one of the hottest things he’s ever had to endure at work. He’s lost track of the amount of awkward boners he’s had to hide while closing with you, along with the number of times he’s had his hand wrapped around his cock in his car the moment he got inside it; too impatient to wait until he got home.

 But he loved teasing you and riling you up even more; loved to see how your ears tinted with red and your eyes set ablaze with anger or annoyance at one of his snarky remarks. He lived to push your buttons and see you screech at him; fruitlessly trying to disguise the obvious arousal in your eyes and the way you subtly tried to press your thighs together. He noticed it all and he reveled in it.

 “You’re really going to boss me around right now, sweetheart?” His husky tone has a fresh wave of arousal soak through your panties and begins to spread on your thighs, more so when his hands stop your grinding; leaving you a whining, panting mess. “Oh no. We’re not at work right now boss, you’re in my room and you’re going to play by my rules.”

 Suddenly, you’re left feeling cold as Seokjin pries his knee and body away from you, but not for long as you let out a startled squeal as you feel his large hands push down on your shoulders firmly. Too shocked and turned on to protest, you submissively kneel before him and eagerly press your thighs together as you see him begin to unbutton his pants. It wasn’t until that very moment that you finally take notice of the obvious and rather large bulge protruding from the center of his pants; the mere sight of what he’s hiding within their confines has your juices leaking down your thighs, unable to soak through your leather pants.

 You ignore the uncomfortable feeling almost instantly the moment his engorged cock nearly smacks you in the face the moment he slips his pants and underwear down past his thighs. A loud, desperate moan sounds about the room and you’re shocked to realize that needy sound came from you. However, you’re willing to forgive yourself for letting out such an embarrassing sound the moment your eyes devour the sight of quite possibly the prettiest and simultaneously hottest dick you’ve ever laid eyes on. This bastard was carved by the gods themselves, wasn’t he? It was the only explanation.

 It was thick with two protruding veins running on the underside of it, while the head was as red as a rose from how unbearably hard he was; that wasn’t even including the sheer size of it. You swore it came close to 8 inches, give or take at least 7 and for a moment a small amount of fear had you wondering if it would even fit. The biggest you ever had inside you was 6 inches and that had been a perfect fit, considering that it was also thick. Just what in the hell had you gotten yourself into?

 Jin quickly sees the hesitation in your eyes and with a smug smirk, he swiftly tangles his long fingers into your loosely curled hair and brings your forward; letting out a soft grunt the moment his leaking head brushed against your cheek. “Don’t even think about running now, boss,” he gently teases as his blown out eyes land on yours and once more pokes your cheek with the head of his cock, but then his tone turns soft with suppressed desire. “I’ll make sure to have your dripping wet for me before I fuck you. It’ll fit, or at least, I’ll make it fit.”

 Oh fuck, comes your mental reply as your teeth harshly entrap your lower lip and you have to physically swallow the desperate and wanton moan clawing at your chest. Your clit pulses erratically as your eyes leave his stare to lock onto the dick he was so graciously rubbing onto your cheek. Never in your life have you ever wanted to have someone’s cock in your mouth as badly as you did Seokjin’s right now; a notion you felt bitterly defeated in, but not particularly resentful for it. It made sense as to how cocky and narcissistic the young man always was; how could he not when he was drop dead gorgeous, but also had a big dick? Despite the unfairness of someone being so perfect physically, you couldn’t stop the slight warmth in your chest spread at the thought that someone like him actually wanted you.

 Without waiting for another filthy word to come out of his mouth, you quickly and eagerly open your mouth to wrap your lips around his leaking head; his sharp intake of breath giving you a quick ego boost. You give him no respite to get accustomed to your mouth when you give in to your desire and begin to suck and lick his member, one of your hands coming up to wrap around the base of his dick.

 “Shit, y/n,” was all he could groan out as his free hand slammed a bit loudly onto the door behind you to steady himself, although the action caused more of his cock to slide into your warm mouth and it had him letting out a soft whine. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good around my cock.”

 Your eyes flicker up at his face twisted in pleasure beneath your lashes as the corner of your lips quirk into a triumphant smirk and place your other hand on his thigh to ground yourself as you slowly slid down on his erection, tongue pressing firmly against one of his veins. Soon, the only sounds ringing in the room were his whiny moans and the slurping noises you unashamedly didn’t try to hide. The distant bass of the music and the hum of voices outside the room and hall only set your core aflame, turned on by the sheer thought that you two weren’t really alone.

 Despite being surprised that Jin was actually a very vocal lover, you loved every second of your mouth sucking him off, if only to elicit another breathy whine from his lips. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing you had ever experienced and in spite of being on your knees, you felt in control and you felt the addicting power of having this normally smug man begging you to take him deeper into your mouth set your veins on fire.

 That is, until Jin got tired of your teasing sucks that pushed him close to the edge, but not enough to have him falling off of it. So with a soft growl of frustration at you denying his pleading again, he takes matter into his own hands as the hand still tangled in your hair grips hard enough to still you before he begins mercilessly fucking your mouth. Your throat encloses around his cock as you choke at the sudden intrusion and both your hands grip onto the flesh of his thighs to hold yourself steady as Seokjin’s ruthlessly thrusts into your mouth. You’re too shocked at the sudden shift in power to do anything about Jin using you like this, so you try your best to relax your gag reflex, but there was no way to control the tears beginning to leak down your cheeks at how unbearably hot this whole situation was.

 “You look so pretty with my cock stretching your lips princess,” Jin’s sudden gentle voice is such a huge contrast to his actions as he lets out a moan when he plunges into your throat and keeps you there, panting heavily as you choked slightly on his member. But he pulls back once he feels your nails bite harder into his thighs and silently admires how you greedily took in gulps of air, before once more prodding your lips open to take his erection again. “Shit, I’m getting close baby. You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”

 You let a guttural moan reverberate around his cock as you eagerly nod your head, so high off of the lack of oxygen his dick in your throat caused and you found you didn’t care how fucked out you probably looked. Not when Jin caressed your scalp and looked down at you with admiration and a blazing desire that had your walls clenching. You’d punish him for abusing your mouth in a moment, you thought to yourself, once he came in your mouth.

 “Such a good girl you are,” he murmurs softly as his thrusts slow down to a steady, but deep rhythm, making sure to elicit those beautiful choked moans of yours every time his cock hit deep into your throat.

 You can’t deny the flutter of your heart whenever he calls you a good girl and praises you softly for taking him in so well, but deeper, more darker thoughts of punishing him for making your throat raw fuel your actions. So it’s with precise sucks and flicks on your tongue on his head that has his fingers tangling in your locks painfully, as he begins to fuck your mouth again to chase his orgasm. His whiny moans and shaky pants has you shifting on your aching knees to once more clench your thoroughly drenched thighs, almost greedily swallowing every spurt of his seed he gave you.

 With a shuttering breath, he finally pulls his softening member out of your mouth and watches with blown out pupils as some of the white substance trickled down your chin. To your surprise, Jin gingerly picks you up off of the floor and begins kissing you reverently, his tongue now prodding against yours, causing a moan as he tasted himself. For a moment, you let yourself get carried away by his plump lips and his wandering hands as they snake underneath your shirt, making a sigh of pleasure leave you as he appreciatively cupped your breasts. You silently thank the hasty, last minute decision you made earlier to not wear a bra as his fingers begin to gently tweak your pearled nipples.

 “Jin,” you murmur as you pull away from his mouth with a lewd pop, continuing once you receive a content hum from him, “don’t think you’re getting away with abusing my throat like that.”

 At your sudden clipped words, Seokjin looks down at you with surprise and a hint of arousal in his irises, but before he can come up with a snarky reply, you walk him over to his queen sized bed you both ignored and with a forceful shove, have him falling onto his back. A smug smirk quirks your lips when you hear his startled grunt at being pushed and with quick, predatory movements, you begin to strip off your pants. Confidence flares brightly in your chest as you see his eyes widen and his pupils practically swallow his brown irises with fierce lust as he finally sees the mess he had made with his earlier actions.

 “Fuck, princess,” he moans out as eyes don’t move from staring at your juices slide down the inside of your thighs and your lace panties clinging to your drenched core like second skin. “You’re so fucking wet.”

 “You made this mess,” you reply back with authority in your voice, loving the new found confidence running through your veins at his open admiration for your body. “Now you’re going to clean it up.”

 Seokjin lets out an animalistic sounding growl from deep within his chest and it has your clit pulsing painfully from being neglected for so long. His predatory gaze nearly has you submitting to him again, but you hold on tightly to your dominance and once finally removing your shoes, you push his chest down as your thighs comfortably cage in his head. The image of Kim Seokjin underneath you would forever be burned onto your mind as one of the single most hottest things in your lifetime.

 “Gladly,” comes his husky response as he wastes no time in leaning up to take your swollen nub between his plump lips, ignoring how even his neck was getting wet with your arousal as your thighs caged him in.

 With a loud moan, you nearly lurch forward as Jin begins to generously suck on your clit, plush lips creating the most toe curling pleasure you’ve ever had that tears once more begin to trek down your cheeks. In the hazy fog of your mind, you’re eternally grateful for thinking ahead and wearing waterproof mascara and eyeliner. No doubt you would have looked like a hot mess otherwise, more than you already did.

 “Jin, oh Jin!” The voice that leaves your lips is one you can barely recognize, it sounded so breathless and whiny. “There! Don’t stop!”

 He only grunts in reply as his lips leave your clit, only for his tongue to swirl around your leaking entrance before penetrating your walls, loving how they clenched around the wet muscle as his nose bumped against your clit. A soft whimper leaves your own lips as your strength leaves you and has you completely sitting on his face, your hands finding purchase in his soft, bleached locks. You give little thought of him needing to breathe as your shirt becomes uncomfortably hot against your perspiring skin, so with a desperate tug, you pull off your last article of clothing and toss is carelessly somewhere on his floor.

 A sharp exhale leaves your lips as you suddenly feel Seokjin’s large hands greedily grope your thighs before finding purchase on your ass, each hand squeezing your cheeks as he moves your lower body to grind against his face. A choked sob slips past your lips as his tongue leaves your entrance, only to flatten completely on your clit. With a deep rooted carnal desire, you begin to frantically ride his mouth, loving how with each moan he gave it only vibrated against your aching pussy.

 “Fuck, fuck! I’m close,” your tone is breathless and slightly shrill as heavy pants leave your raw throat and you can feel that knot in your belly about to burst, sending a shiver up your spine at the intense pleasure Jin’s mouth was giving you. You had long forgotten that you were, in fact, at a party and that no doubt anyone who was close enough to the hallway could hear your desperate cries.

 With each keening whine that left you, Jin tightened his hold on your ass and helped you grind against his tongue; even with him unable to talk, you can almost hear the “That’s it baby, cum on my mouth” with his actions alone. He was eating you out as if he was a starved man deprived of food and water, his heavy, hot pants against your lips only had you throwing your arms back to find leverage on his hips as you continued to roll your hips erratically to chase your pending orgasm.

 It was then that your wrist brushed against something hard and hot, leaving you a gasping mess as you realized that Jin had gotten hard again from eating you out; and fuck if that wasn’t already exciting you to feel him stretch you out. You hadn’t even orgasmed from his tongue just yet and you were already looking forward to cumming with his dick next.

 You’re harshly brought back to the man you were currently drowning in your juices as his teeth gently grazed your throbbing clit and with a sharp inhale, you come undone as the small prick of pleasurable pain was all you needed to finally feel that knot snap within you. You let out a shrill scream, before repeatedly saying his name in a whine as your orgasm had your body twitching above him. Seokjin stays perfectly still and flattens his tongue on your sensitive clit, letting you ride out the last vestiges of your orgasm, before you whimper out at the over-sensitivity and finally lift yourself off of him.

 Your thighs are shaking uncontrollably as you pant heavily, lowering your quivering body on his mattress, but it isn’t long before Jin rolls over and grabs onto your ankles, pulling you over to him. Your eyes lock onto his face as he finally removes his damp pink shirt, flinging it somewhere behind him and leaving you to rake your hands over his toned stomach and chest; that silly little Mario tattoo making an appearance once more. The sudden urge to run your tongue against the lean muscles on his stomach has you practically panting; he truly was carved by gods.

 “That was so fucking sexy,” he growls out as he plants his hands on either side of your head, letting you see your juices cover his chin and cheeks, as his plump lips shine with the remnants of your arousal. “Shit, I need you princess. Do you see this? My cock is already excited to stretch that pretty pussy of yours.”

 True to his words, your eyes flicker down to his erection you had felt a few moments ago as he gripes it tightly in his fist, giving it one slow pump as precum leaks out the slit. On instinct, your walls clench around nothing, as if anticipating having him fill you to the brim with his cock and the thought alone has you squirming as a fresh wave of arousal hits you.

 “Fuck me Jin,” your tone is bossy and raspy from the earlier abuse the very thing pressed against your thigh gave it, but your core throbbed almost painfully wanting him to wreck you even further. Never in your life had you ever wanted to be fucked so badly, but then again you had never had the object of your dirty fantasies hovering above you, ready to give you want you’ve been desiring after before.

 “I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to walk,” he replies a bit darkly as his lips press against yours, tongue flicking out against your bottom lip before his teeth capture the abused flesh. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this for.”

 You lift your hips impatiently as you grind against his erection, relishing in the soft gasp he gave and giving him a wicked grin, wondering why he wasting time talking when his dick could of already been inside you. Your walls were weeping again and you were amazed at how quickly you were drenched again, but you didn’t question it further as you continue to grind against him and let moans roll off your tongue.

 “Then stop waiting and fuck me already,” you nearly snap at him as your breath hitches at feeling his swollen tip press against your clit.

 “Patience, princess,” he scolds you lightly with that smug smirk of his as his fingers teasingly trace your lower lips, loving the soft whine you gave at his touch.

 Jin doesn’t waste any more time after that as he sits back on his legs and grabs the underside of your knees, spreading them as he lifts your ass to rest on his thighs. He leans forward and finally cups your bare breasts as his lips finds yours once more, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth to rub against your own. He hungrily swallows the moan that leaves your throat and gives your nipples a gentle pinch, twisting them slightly before detaching his mouth from yours to have it envelop an erect bud.

 With ragged breaths, you arch your back off of his mattress and squirm beneath him as he continues his ministrations on your nipples. Your whole body is set ablaze with the inferno of your desire as Seokjin ignores your pleading mewls to fuck you already, choosing instead to give all of his attention to your breasts he had previously ignored. While with every flick of his tongue, he lets the head of his dick press against your clit tortuously, teasing you to the brink of insanity.

 “Seokjin,” you practically cry at this point, no longer caring about your pride as Seokjin has effectively left you a fucked out mess, begging for his cock to be inside you. “Please, please I need you inside me.”

 With a wet pop, Jin leaves your slowly purpling breasts and levels you with a dark look of pure lust in his eyes, while his lips quirk into a cocky smile. “Anything for you, boss,” he replies casually and if weren’t for the red, angry looking head of his dick prodding at your entrance, you would of believed he was unaffected. Cocky bastard.

 Your sour thoughts are cut short however, the moment you feel him push in the tip of his member and let out a deep moan in sync with one of his own. Finally, you think to yourself as you nibble on your swollen lip to bite back a yelp of pain and pleasure at having his thick cock stretch your walls so deliciously. You were so drenched in arousal that the small sting of being stretched so wide to accommodate for his large size was minimal and the beginning wisps of pleasure began to curl around your lower body.

 “Shit, you’re pussy is so tight princess,” Jin hisses out in pleasure as sweat begins to bead around his forehead and neck, showing you just how fucked out he truly was. “So wet and warm for me, fuck.”

 “Jin, please,” you don’t even know what you were begging for anymore, all you knew was that your walls squeezed around his cock almost painfully, wanting to bring him closer to you.

 The moment he bottoms out, he lets out whiny breath as he stares down at how your body swallowed his whole member in amazement; he honestly wasn’t expecting to be able to fit his whole girth inside of you and it had him swallowing as he tried his best not to cum inside of you right then and there. But his still form had you writhing beneath him, desperate for him to move as you wrap your legs around his waist and moaning as you felt him twitch inside you.

 “Give me a second princess,” he pants out as he shifts his legs, trying to move them before he could begin to feel the pinpricks of numbness from sitting on them for too long. However, in moving it only has your walls clamping down around his dick again and it drags a raspy moan from him as he can feel his thighs slick with your dripping juices.

 However, the moment you moan out his name in another desperate keen, Seokjin loses all control he tried to keep and digs his fingers into your hips, pulling his cock out to the tip before roughly thrusting into you. The action as you crying out as your body slides forward from the rough thrust, but Jin is quick to pull you back to him as he begins his assault and pounds into you like a man possessed.

 Not soon after, his walls echo with the sounds of your cries of pleasure, Jin’s own groans and, the harsh sound of skin slapping. With the angle Seokjin had you, with your ass resting on his thighs and your lower body tilted up, his cock reached so deep inside of you it had you feeling him in your stomach. You didn’t even care that he was possibly leaving you nasty bruises on your hips from how hard his fingers were digging into your flesh; all you could focus on was how good his dick stretched you out and reached parts inside you, you didn’t even know were there.

 “Jin, Jin, Jin,” you practically cry his name like a prayer as your hands fly out to grip his wrists, trying your best to not fly off him from how harshly he was thrusting into you. “Y-You feel so, fuck! You feel so good!”

 He lets out a ragged grunt as he rises off his legs and kneels completely, letting your body lift off even more than before as he held you to make sure you wouldn’t fall. The new angle had you sobbing in amazement that he was reaching even deeper inside you, while simultaneously the tip of his dick was angled so that it kept hitting that sweet spot inside you. It had you forgetting your name, only able to remember his as you kept repeating it like a mantra.

 “You l-love my cock…ah…inside of you don’t you?” he growls out lowly as sweat rolls down his temple and chest in huge droplets, his blonde hair plastering itself on his forehead. “You love how it stretches out your pretty little cunt, right princess?”

 “Yes! Oh god yes!” comes your shrill cry as you now have to hold onto the sheets beneath you, your arms not quite long enough to find proper leverage on his wrists anymore. Your sluggish mind can barely process that the distant, consistent thud you hear is over the headboard banging into the wall from how hard Jin was fucking you into the mattress.

 You weren’t sure you’d be able to let him go if he decided he wanted this to be a one-time thing. You could already feel yourself begin to get addicted to the beautiful pleasure Jin was bestowing on your body.

 “Fuck, I won’t last much longer,” Jin moans out as he can feel his climax fast approaching with how tightly your walls were clenching around him. It felt as if with every thrust, your hole was trying desperately to pull him back in and it was single handedly the best feeling he ever had with a girl.

 After his proclamation, Jin stops his thrusting and lowers you down onto the mattress fully, quieting your disappointed whimpers with his mouth as he kisses you with an intensity that had your mind swimming. Soon enough, his cock was once more pushing into you and both of your moans resonated into the kiss that turned sloppy with heavy pants as his hips snap against yours.

 With quick work, his long fingers dip between your bodies and begin rubbing circles around your clit, all while still thrusting into you. It had you arching your back off the sheets and pressing your breasts against his chest, not minding in the least that your skin clung to his from the sweat glistening on both your bodies. Not when all your focus was on the pleasure that doubled from being stimulated from your clit and core.

 “Cum for me princess,” Jin pants out as his thrust begin to lose their rhythm from how close his orgasm was approaching. “I want you to cum all over my cock.”

 Your throat is utterly raw from your screams and Jin’s earlier actions, that all you can manage is soft whimpers now as your hands find purchase on his shoulder blades; nails biting into his skin as you leave angry, red markings on his back each time he thrusts into you. “I-I’m so close Jin,” you whine out as your body feels like its floating from the sheer euphoria you can almost feel approaching.

 “That’s it baby, cum for me.” With one final snap of his wrist and thrust of his hips, you let out one final hoarse cry as your body trembles like a leaf from the powerful orgasm rocking your nerve endings.

 Seokjin thrusts into you with desperation as he lets out his own whiny moans, and the feeling of his cum warmly painting you from the inside has goose flesh raising all over your body. There weren’t enough words to describe just how utterly sated and boneless you felt as Jin finally stills inside of you, another shudder passing your spine as you feel your mixed fluids leaking out of you and onto the sheets below.

 With a soft, shuttering exhale, Seokjin pulls out of you and tiredly slumps next to you on the bed, closest to the edge. For a long moment, the blood previously rushing through your ears subsides and you can finally hear the still ongoing music and murmurs of peoples voices carry from behind the door. It almost feels like you two are in a completely different world than the people partying beyond the hallway and you let a small, tired smile come to your lips as you realize that the warmth spreading in your chest was happiness.

 Just as you were gathering your strength to turn around and nuzzle into Jin’s neck, contentment buzzing in your veins at your realization of your own feelings, said man was suddenly lurching off the bed and running to the bathroom connected to his room.

 The warmth that had you previously floating, suddenly comes crashing down at your feet the moment you register the sounds Jin is making are those of vomiting.

 He was drunk.

 Seokjin had been drunk this entire time.

 With a trembling breath, you begin to make sense of his out of place boldness back when you were dancing with Hoseok and with a sick realization; you now see that in the end Jin hadn’t wanted you. He only wanted a quick fuck to sate his drunken hormones, and the thought of him not even remembering the intimate moment you shared had angry, bitter tears gathering in your eyes.

 You were such an idiot.

 You should have known better than to think that anything about him would change. His promise was bullshit lies to get you to sleep with him and you were foolish enough to believe they were anything else. You should have known and yet, you feel your heart break at knowing that you were an idiot for falling for someone like Kim Seokjin.

 With renewed energy, your anger has you quickly getting off his bed and cleaning yourself off with his sheets, before beginning to locate your clothes and redressing yourself. By the time you’re completely dressed, Jin stumbles out of the bathroom with droplets of water on his chin, indicating he had at least some semblance of clarity to wash his mouth out after puking. Although, the moment he sees you’re not naked as he is, his face contorts into confusion and then worry when he sees your stormy glare level at him.

 “What’s wrong princess? Where are you going?”

 “Shut up! Don’t call me that you fucking asshole!”

 Seokjin quickly clicks his mouth shut as he stares at you with wide, bewildered eyes at your sudden hostility, when moments before you had been holding onto him like a lifeline. His clueless gaze only fuels your rage further as you stomp toward him like an angered panther set on its victim, relishing in him stumbling onto the door of the bathroom to try and avoid your wrath.

 “Y/n, what’s – ”

 “I said shut up,” you icily snap at him as you roughly shove him against the door once you reach him, your hands curling into fists as they shake in anger. “I can’t believe you! This whole time, this whole damn night, you’ve been drunk?!”

 Seokjin looks at you with confused, slow eyes, before he’s quickly sobering up at the severity of the situation, realizing exactly why you were angry with him. He could remember now his promise of not being drunk, and although he had said it would be at work only, he had honestly meant to try and stop his bad habits outside of work too. He knew how much you hated his lifestyle and despite at one point not caring of your opinion, he began realizing that he slowly began to care.

 He had just been so nervous of you finally coming to one of his parties and one drink to calm his nerves turned to two, then three…

 But looking at the unshed tears shining in your narrowed eyes, Jin couldn’t find it in himself to give you such a lame excuse.

 “Y/n, I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I swear to you that –”

 “Fuck you,” you once again interrupt him as your cold tone wavered from the hurt coursing through you now, not wanting to hear any excuses he was prepared to tell you. You should have known.

 Just as Jin sees you turn and begin to stalk toward the door, panic settles within him as he hurriedly pulls on some sweats lying on his desk chair beside him, stumbling as he tried to reach you and dress at the same time.

 “Y/n-ah! Please listen to me – !”

 You ignore his pleading yells as you open his door and quickly storm past the hallway and into the ongoing party, ignoring any looks passed your way as you searched for your black haired friend. You easily find him leaning against the wall by the kitchen, your present in one hand, while the other nursed a drink he occasionally took a sip from. The rest of his group of friends and your employees (Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung), were now standing with him as they joked around and talked amongst themselves.

 You only felt a small twinge of guilt for pulling him away from them as you icily tell him to take you home. Yoongi looks at you with shock and concern, wondering what happened between the time you left him in the kitchen to now. You ignore the questioning glances the younger males are giving you and silently tug on Yoongi’s sleeve, desperate to leave the moment you hear a familiar voice reaching you.

 “Y/n, wait!”

 You grit your teeth as now the once bustling room begins to quiet as Seokjin comes rushing over to your group, clearly causing a scene with his half-dressed state. “Yoongi, come on. Let’s go,” you angrily mutter as you ignore Jin completely and turn to leave.

 Although, the two if you are stopped when Seokjin reaches out to clutch onto your wrist and making you turn to give him a venomous stare. “Don’t touch me!”

 Your heart thrums painfully in your chest at seeing Jin look so pitiful, with his hair a mess and eyes that looked much too sad for someone who only wanted a quick fuck. Ignoring the suffocating pressure in your chest, you once again feel the hurt and anger curl around your throat as you grab your present from Yoongi’s hand and furiously throw it at Jin’s chest. To think you had cared enough to actually waste money on him.

 Jin is startled at the small box hitting him on his bare chest, but he’s quick to fumble to catch it as he stares at you with scrunched eyes of hurt and confusion. You decided that he was far too great an actor to be studying something mundane like law.

 “Have a fucking happy birthday, Seokjin,” comes your clipped tone that was akin to a slap as Jin simply stares at you in defeat. You finally tear your gaze away from him as you once again turn around and walk out the door, ignoring the stares of everyone at the party as the tears finally begin to spill.

 It wasn’t until you heard Yoongi catching up to you and gently helping you into his car that you let the repressed sobs come crashing out your lips.

 You cover your face and are grateful that Yoongi doesn’t speak or even questions you on what happened; he simply turns on the car and begins driving away to the familiar route to his apartment. The whole car ride is spent in silence, along with your trek to his apartment floor, where Yoongi still remains silent and only grabs a blanket and pillow from his room before laying down on the sofa. He knew better than to try and console you or offer sweet words, knowing by now that you simply needed to be alone, without necessarily being lonely. Tomorrow morning you promised yourself to make up for ruining his night, but for now you tiredly walk into his room and close the door.

 It isn’t until you take off your shoes and pants, and are under Yoongi’s covers that you finally notice your phone is lighting up the dark room with notifications of someone texting you. You debate for only a few seconds before curiosity got the better of you and you reach over, bringing the phone to your face, knowing exactly who was messaging you so late at night.

 1:42 am Seokjin >:b : I’m sorry

 You don’t get past the first message preview before fresh tears are springing to your eyes and you quickly toss the phone onto the carpeted floor, not caring on where it landed. He wasn’t sorry, at least not for hurting you. He was only sorry that it ended so badly with someone who had authority over him at work.

 With a shuddering breath you let your quiet sobs break the silence of the room as you curl against Yoongi’s blankets, hoping to slip into a dreamless sleep soon to escape from the horrible thoughts plaguing your mind.

 You should have known.