#cold water to the face to ease the redness/swelling

[shocked-collar]

the great thing about writing a character like lawrence so much is learning the ability to clear yourself at work after a breakdown in the bathroom

[mrsfancyferrari]

Love Sick

Summary: You and Max have been together for a while and you knew he loved you but you didn't know to what extent.

Song: Infrunami - Steve Lacy

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Word count: 6.8k

You and Max had been in a loving relationship for quite some time, a bond that everyone around you could see.

Friends and family often remarked on the chemistry you shared, but there was a depth to Max's feelings that you had yet to fully grasp.

It was during a particularly chilly race weekend that everything changed.

You had been feeling under the weather, but your determination to support him pushed you to follow him into the paddock on Thursday, despite his insistence that you should rest at home.

"You should really take it easy," he had said, concern etched on his face. "I can’t race without you cheering me on, Max," you replied, a smile masking your discomfort.

As you stepped into the paddock, the cold air nipped at your skin, and you shivered slightly in your light dress while Max was comfortably clad in his team shirt. He noticed your discomfort almost immediately, his eyes softening with concern.

"You’re freezing!" he exclaimed, taking your hands in his.

The warmth of his palms enveloped your fingers as he rubbed them together, blowing gentle breaths of warm air onto them. The fans around you caught the tender moment on their cameras, and you could feel the flutter of butterflies in your chest.

"You always know how to make me feel better," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in your words was unmistakable.

As you made your way to Red Bull's garage, Max was already thinking ahead. "Wait here," he instructed, darting off to find a blanket.

You watched him go, your heart swelling with affection. Moments later, he returned, a thick, cozy blanket in his arms. "Here, this should help," he said, wrapping it around you tightly.

You felt the warmth envelop you, and it was as if he was shielding you from the cold and the world outside.

"I can’t believe you came out here when you’re not feeling well," he said, his brow furrowing with concern. "I wouldn’t miss it for the world," you replied, looking into his eyes and realizing just how much he truly cared.

As he left for the press conference, you felt a surge of love for him, knowing that this moment was just a glimpse into the depths of his affection.

You settled into a nearby chair, the blanket cocooning you in warmth. You watched him walk away, his confident stride and focused demeanor a stark contrast to the tenderness he had just shown you.

It was moments like these that made you appreciate the layers of his personality—the fierce competitor on the track and the caring partner off it.

Time seemed to slip away as you drifted into a peaceful nap, the blanket enveloping you like a gentle hug. When Max returned, he paused at the sight of you sleeping soundly on the sofa. A smile crept across his face, but he hesitated, not wanting to disturb your rest.

“You look so peaceful,” he murmured to himself, deciding instead to join you. He settled down beside you, wrapping his arms around you, feeling the warmth radiate between you.

“I’ll just stay here until you wake up,” he whispered softly, his fingers gently brushing through your hair as he closed his eyes, content to simply be near you.

Eventually, you stirred, blinking against the soft light and feeling the comforting weight of Max beside you.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” he greeted, his eyes sparkling with affection. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I missed you.”

You smiled, still a bit groggy, and he helped you sit up. “Let’s get you home,” he said, his tone shifting to one of care.

Once you arrived, he guided you to the bathroom. “A warm shower will do wonders,” he insisted.

The moment the warm water hit your skin, you felt an immediate sense of relief and relaxation. The heat seeped into your muscles, easing the tension and washing away the remnants of the cold you had braved earlier.

As the steam enveloped you, it was as if every drop was rejuvenating your spirit, leaving you feeling refreshed and comforted.

You closed your eyes, letting the water cascade over you, and your mind wandered back to the tender moments shared with Max. The warmth of the shower mirrored the warmth of his embrace, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for his unwavering support and love.

The day's worries seemed to melt away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment and appreciation for the life you were building together.

Meanwhile, Max busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a simple yet hearty meal to further soothe you after your long day. He set the table with care, ensuring everything was perfect for when you rejoined him.

As he heard the water turn off, he quickly finished up, eager to see the relaxed expression on your face.

“Max! You didn’t have to!” you exclaimed, stepping into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your shoulders.

The delicious aroma wafting through the air made your stomach rumble, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of his thoughtful preparation.

He turned to face you, a playful grin on his lips. “Nonsense, I wanted to,” he replied, pulling out a chair for you.

“You’ve had a long day, and it’s my turn to take care of you. Besides, I enjoy cooking for you.”

You sat down, touched by his gesture. “Thank you, Max. You always know how to make everything better,” you said sincerely, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, his eyes filled with affection. “That’s because you mean the world to me,” he whispered, making your heart swell with love as you both settled in to enjoy the meal together.

After you both settled into bed, you watched as he prepared for his sim training. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Get some more rest; I’ll join you soon.”

As he left, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, knowing that no matter how busy life got, he always made time for you. . . .

As Friday dawned, a sense of relief washed over you, a welcome change from the heaviness of the previous days. You felt a spark of energy that was enough to persuade Max that you were fit to join him at the paddock.

With a playful grin, you rummaged through your wardrobe, finally settling on a chic yet comfortable outfit. You chose a fitted black tank top that accentuated your figure, paired with high-waisted denim shorts that offered both style and ease of movement.

To complete the look, you slipped on a pair of white sneakers, perfect for a day filled with excitement and activity. A light denim jacket hung loosely over your shoulders, ready to fend off any unexpected chill.

The atmosphere at the paddock was electric, buzzing with the anticipation of the day’s events. You knew it was going to be a whirlwind, but your heart swelled with pride knowing that Max would need your support as the day progressed.

As the engines roared to life and the cars zoomed past, you found yourself surrounded by the girls—Alex, Lily, and Rebecca—who were all too eager to share in the excitement.

They exchanged knowing glances and playful nudges, their laughter ringing out as they began to tease you about your relationship with Max. “You know he’s head over heels for you, right?” Alex chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eye.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully at their antics. “Oh, come on! It’s not like that,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth creeping into your cheeks betrayed your true feelings.

Lily leaned in closer, a smirk plastered on her face.

“Please, we all see the way he looks at you. It’s like you’re the only one in the room!” Rebecca added, her voice teasing yet sincere.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and joy at their words. “Alright, alright! Maybe he does care a little,” you admitted, your heart fluttering at the thought.

The camaraderie among you and the girls made the day even more special, and as you cheered for Max from the sidelines, you felt a sense of belonging that made every moment worthwhile.

As Max stepped out of the car, the tension in the air was palpable. You were standing nearby, ready to offer him a comforting embrace, knowing all too well the challenges he faced with the troublesome vehicle.

The frustration of dealing with a poorly performing car weighed heavily on him, and you could see it etched on his face.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

"You did everything you could," you whispered softly into his shoulder, hoping to ease some of the burden he carried.

Max pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. "Thanks, schatje," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with sincerity.

The bond between you two was undeniable, forged through shared experiences and the ups and downs of racing life.

He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the disappointment, but you could sense that he was still grappling with the weight of the day.

"I need to go check on my performance before the second practice," he said, his brow furrowing as he turned to head towards the paddock.

As he walked away, you felt a familiar ache beginning to throb at your temples, a headache creeping in as the stress of the day settled over you. You leaned against the wall, watching him disappear into the chaos of the pit area, where engineers and mechanics buzzed around like bees.

The noise of the crowd and the whir of machinery filled the air, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying the moments of the day.

You knew that racing was a relentless pursuit, filled with highs and lows, and you wished you could shield him from the pressures that came with it.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes for a moment, hoping that the next practice would bring better results for Max, and that the headache would soon fade away.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the practice field, Max stood by the sidelines, his eyes scanning the area for you.

The second practice of the day was about to commence, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Just as the engineers were perfecting his car, Max waved you over with an eager grin.

You could see the determination in his eyes, but there was something else there too—a hint of mischief that made your heart flutter.

"Hey, can you give me a kiss before I head out?" he asked, his voice playful yet sincere.

You felt a pang of hesitation as you remembered the cold that had settled in your chest. "Max, I'm really not feeling well. I could pass this on to you, and I wouldn’t want to ruin your day," you replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

But Max just shook his head, his expression unwavering. "I’d rather get sick than miss out on your kiss. Besides, that’s not how your good luck charm works," he insisted, a teasing lilt in his voice that made it hard to resist.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his stubbornness, even as you felt a wave of affection wash over you. "You know, you’re going to regret this if you end up with a sore throat," you warned, crossing your arms playfully.

Max stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I’ll take my chances. Just one kiss, and I promise I’ll be back to my usual self in no time," he said, leaning in slightly, his confidence infectious.

With a resigned smile, you gave in, your resolve crumbling under Max's unwavering gaze.

Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth and familiarity that always seemed to erase your worries, if only for a moment.

His lips lingered on yours, and as you pulled away, you noticed the sparkle in his eyes had intensified, a mix of determination and pure joy.

"See? I feel better already," Max said with a wink, his grin broadening. You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head at his boundless optimism.

"Now go out there and show them what you're made of," you encouraged, giving him a playful shove towards the car.

As he jogged off, you watched him with a renewed sense of hope, the cold in your chest momentarily forgotten, replaced by the warmth of his love and the promise of better times ahead.

The familiar sound of his vehicle echoed in your ears, but instead of feeling a sense of relief, a dull ache began to throb at your temples. You rubbed your forehead gently, hoping to ease the discomfort, but the tension only seemed to intensify.

You glanced around, noticing the bustling crowd around you, but the thought of sharing your discomfort with anyone felt unnecessary.

After all, everyone seemed preoccupied with their own lives, and you didn’t want to burden them with your headache.

Max had a knack for turning moments into memories, and today was no exception. After securing P1 in the second practice, he bounded out of the car with an infectious energy that made your heart race.

As he approached you, a playful grin spread across his face, and without hesitation, he leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips. "See? I told you it works," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a warmth that momentarily chased away the headache that had been nagging at you all day.

"Okay, Max," you replied, your voice light despite the discomfort. The thrill of his victory was palpable, and you wanted to share in that joy, even if it meant masking your own growing unease.

However, the celebration was short-lived as Max was soon swept away by a flurry of media obligations.

You watched him engage with reporters, his charisma shining through as he answered questions and posed for photos. Each laugh and smile he shared with the cameras felt like a reminder of the energy you were lacking.

As the minutes ticked by, your headache intensified, a dull throb that seemed to echo the excitement around you. You tried to focus on the moment, but the growing discomfort made it increasingly difficult.

Finally, once the media duties were done, you both headed home, the car ride filled with a comfortable silence that allowed you to gather your thoughts, even as you felt the weight of your fatigue pressing down on you.

Once you arrived home, the first thing you did was rush to the bathroom to grab the thermometer. You needed to know just how bad it was. As you waited for the reading, you felt a mix of anxiety and relief when it showed a high temperature, but thankfully, it wasn’t high enough to warrant a trip to the hospital.

You decided to keep this information to yourself, not wanting to distract Max from his focus on the qualifying race tomorrow.

Just as you were trying to shake off the worry, you heard his voice call out from the kitchen, "Schatje! I made you some food!" The smell wafting through the air was enticing, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat.

"Umm, Max, I don’t feel hungry," you replied, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue.

He appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his face. "But you hardly ate anything today. Are you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"I’m fine, really," you insisted, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired from all the excitement today. I think I just need some rest."

You hoped he would accept your answer and let it go, but the worry in his eyes told you he wasn’t convinced.

"Are you sure?" he pressed, stepping closer and reaching out to touch your forehead. "You’re a bit warm. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You shook your head gently, trying to reassure him. "It’s nothing serious, Max. Probably just a minor bug. I’ll be alright after a good night’s sleep. You need to focus on tomorrow’s race; I’ll be cheering you on from bed if I have to."

Max sighed but didn’t push further. "Alright, but promise me you'll let me know if it gets worse," he said, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, appreciating his worry but not wanting to add to his stress. "I promise," you replied softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He lingered for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge your honesty. Finally, he seemed to accept your words and gave a small nod.

"I'll leave the food here in case you change your mind," he said, placing the plate on the table next to you. "And if you need anything, just call for me, okay?"

You watched him return to the kitchen, feeling a pang of guilt for not being entirely truthful about your condition. As much as you wanted to be strong for him, the fatigue was overwhelming.

You settled into bed, pulling the covers around you tightly, hoping that sleep would come quickly and wash away the day's worries. . . .

Saturday dawned with an unwelcome chill that seeped into your bones, leaving you shivering under the covers. As you reluctantly peeled back the sheets, a wave of discomfort washed over you, manifesting as a relentless headache and muscle aches that felt like a freight train had run over you.

The loss of appetite was particularly disheartening; the thought of food made your stomach churn, and irritability simmered just beneath the surface.

You could feel the weight of the day pressing down on you, and it took every ounce of persuasion to convince Max that you should accompany him to the paddock.

“I promise I’ll be fine,” you insisted, forcing a smile as you pushed through the nausea that threatened to overwhelm you.

Even the breakfast he prepared, which usually brought you joy, felt like a monumental task, but you managed to eat a few bites without revealing the turmoil inside.

After a long internal debate, you settled on a cozy outfit that would keep you warm despite the chill in the air. You slipped into a thick, oversized sweater that enveloped you like a comforting hug, its soft fabric soothing against your skin.

Paired with snug leggings and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks, you felt a little more at ease, even if the discomfort lingered. To top it off, you wrapped a stylish scarf around your neck, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to your pallor.

As you walked into the paddock alongside Max, you made a conscious effort to maintain a cheerful demeanor, your smile brightening your face even as your body protested.

“You look great today,” Max said, glancing at you with a mix of concern and admiration. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” You nodded, determined to keep the façade intact.

Just before Max climbed into his car for qualifying, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a moment of warmth that momentarily distracted you from your discomfort.

“Good luck out there! I know you’ll do amazing,” you encouraged, your voice steady despite the turmoil brewing inside.

As he smiled back, a flicker of pride in his eyes, you felt a rush of affection for him. But as soon as he drove off, the reality of your condition hit hard.

You rushed to the nearest bathroom, the world around you blurring as you barely made it in time to throw up.

“Why today of all days?” you muttered to yourself, feeling defeated. The vibrant atmosphere of the paddock faded into the background.

The thought of Max finding out gnawed at you as you leaned against the cool tile wall for support. You knew he would be worried sick, probably insisting you see a doctor immediately and potentially even jeopardizing his focus for the race.

The last thing you wanted was to be the cause of any distraction or stress for him on such an important day.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to regain composure. "I can handle this," you whispered, splashing cold water on your face and rinsing your mouth.

You stared at your reflection, determined not to let this moment define the day. After tidying yourself up, you smoothed down your sweater and adjusted your scarf, hoping to erase any signs of your recent struggle.

With a final, resolute nod, you stepped out of the bathroom, the bustling noise of the paddock washing over you once more.

As you made your way to meet the girls, you plastered a smile on your face, determined to keep the mood light and positive.

They greeted you with enthusiasm, their energy a welcome distraction from your internal battle. You joined their lively conversation, laughing at their jokes and sharing in their excitement for the event.

Though the discomfort lingered, you felt a renewed sense of resolve; you were determined to be strong for Max and for yourself, no matter what.

You kept yourself busy and distracted until Max was finished with his racing duties by immersing yourself in the various activities around the paddock.

You visited the merchandise stalls, chatted with other fans, and even took some time to explore the behind-the-scenes areas.

Every now and then, you would check your phone for updates on Max's progress, your heart racing with each notification.

When the race finally ended, you made your way to the team's garage, your nerves a mix of excitement and lingering unease.

Max emerged, covered in sweat but grinning from ear to ear, his performance clearly a success. You rushed to congratulate him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

"You were incredible out there!" you exclaimed, pushing aside your own discomfort for the moment.

Max, full of adrenaline and joy, kissed you deeply and whispered, "Couldn't have done it without you."

His words melted your heart, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. "I was so worried," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But seeing you out there, giving it your all, it reminded me why we do this. It’s all worth it."

Max pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a seriousness that belied his earlier joy.

"I know it’s tough, but having you here means everything to me. You’re my rock, and knowing you’re cheering me on gives me the strength to push harder."

"Thanks, Max," you smiled, kissing him again. "But promise me you'll always be careful out there. I worry about you more than you know."

Max nodded, his expression softening. "I promise. Your support means the world to me, and I don’t want to ever let you down. Just knowing you're here, it keeps me grounded and focused."

Max finished quickly enough with his media duties, and soon the two of you were heading home. The drive was quiet but comfortable, each of you lost in your thoughts.

The adrenaline from the race still buzzed in Max's veins, while you reflected on the whirlwind of emotions you had experienced throughout the day.

As the city lights blurred past the car windows, you reached over and squeezed Max’s hand, silently conveying your support and love.

Once you arrived home, the exhaustion from the day's events began to set in. Max headed for a quick shower while you prepared a light dinner, the comforting routine of home life easing the lingering tension.

Sitting down to eat, you both shared the highlights of the day, laughing about the little moments that stood out.

Despite the challenges, you felt a sense of contentment, knowing that you could face anything as long as you were together.

But amidst the laughter and conversation, you couldn't ignore the dull, persistent pain in your head. It had been creeping up on you throughout the day, but you'd pushed it aside, focusing on Max and his triumph.

Now, in the quiet of your home, it was harder to ignore. You rubbed your temples, trying to alleviate the discomfort without drawing attention to it.

Max noticed your subtle wince and reached across the table, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to dampen his spirits. "Just a headache," you replied, hoping it would pass soon. Max squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Why don't you rest? I'll take care of everything tonight," he suggested.

Grateful for his understanding, you agreed, hoping that a good night's sleep would finally chase away the pain. . . .

Sunday dawned with a heavy sense of malaise, the worst of the four days you had been feeling under the weather. Despite the fatigue weighing down your limbs and the persistent ache in your head, the allure of the Grand Prix was too strong to resist.

You were determined to be there, to stand by Max’s side as he raced, cheering him on with every ounce of energy you could muster.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow that made you feel slightly better, prompting you to choose a light outfit that would keep you comfortable throughout the day.

You slipped into a breezy white sundress that danced around your knees, paired with a denim jacket that added a touch of casual flair. The outfit was completed with your favorite sneakers, perfect for navigating the bustling paddock.

As you and Max prepared for the day ahead, you could sense his concern. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his brow furrowed with worry.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, determined to mask your discomfort. “I’m fine, really! Just a little tired. I think I’ll grab something to eat in the hospitality room later,” you replied, hoping to deflect his attention.

The truth was, you had no intention of eating; the thought of food made your stomach churn. You just wanted to be there for him, to soak in the atmosphere and support him as he took on the challenges of the race.

Max nodded, though you could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Alright, but if you need anything, just let me know,” he said, his voice laced with concern.

With a quick kiss on his cheek, you left Max to focus on the data and the car, knowing he needed to concentrate.

As you wandered through the paddock, the excitement of the day began to lift your spirits. The sounds of engines revving and the chatter of the team filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere that was hard to resist.

You spotted a few familiar faces and exchanged greetings, all while keeping your energy up with the adrenaline of the event.

Even though you were battling your own discomfort, the thrill of the Grand Prix and the chance to support Max made it all worthwhile. You were determined to be his biggest cheerleader, no matter how you felt inside.

You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, wishing him all the luck in the world before he sped off to the starting line. The roar of engines and the cheers of the crowd filled the air, but your mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of anxiety and pain.

You decided to immerse yourself in the excitement of the race, hoping that the adrenaline of the event would distract you from the turmoil brewing inside.

"Just focus on the race," you whispered to yourself, trying to drown out the nagging thoughts that threatened to overwhelm you.

As the laps dwindled down and the finish line approached, you could feel the weight of your discomfort intensifying. The vibrant atmosphere that once thrilled you now felt suffocating, and the cheers of the crowd morphed into a cacophony that only heightened your unease.

"I can't do this," you muttered under your breath, glancing around at the sea of faces, all caught up in the excitement.

With a heavy heart, you made the decision to escape the throng of spectators and seek solace in Max's driver’s room. The thought of being alone with your thoughts was daunting, but the idea of staying in the crowd felt unbearable.

As you navigated through the bustling crowd, a wave of dizziness washed over you, and the world around you began to spin.

You stumbled slightly, clutching your head as you fought to maintain your balance. "I need to sit down," you gasped, feeling lightheaded and weak.

In a moment of desperation, you pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to a friend who could help.

Help me please

You sent, your fingers trembling as you pressed send.

Just as you turned to make your way to safety, the room tilted dangerously, and you felt yourself slipping into darkness, the last thing you heard was the distant roar of the crowd fading away. . . .

Alexandra was caught up in the excitement of the race, her heart swelling with pride as she cheered for her boyfriend, who had just crossed the finish line in a commendable second place.

The crowd erupted in applause, but amidst the celebration, she finally glanced at her phone, her heart dropping as she read your urgent message.

"Oh no, what happened?" she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting through the throng of spectators. She quickly navigated her way through the sea of bodies, her heart racing not just from the thrill of the race but from the growing concern for you.

As she checked the map on her phone, she cursed herself for not being more attentive. "Ten minutes ago? Why didn’t I check sooner?" she thought, panic rising in her chest.

The message had been clear, a cry for help that she had missed in the excitement of the moment.

She also knew that your boyfriend wasn't going to take the news lightly, winning today's grand prix or not. He had always been fiercely protective of you, and knowing that you were in distress would undoubtedly overshadow his hard-earned victory.

Alexandra quickened her pace, anxiety gnawing at her as she hoped to find you safe and sound. The celebration, the cheers, and the victory now seemed like distant echoes compared to the urgency of locating you.

Racing through the crowd, she could almost feel the weight of your boyfriend’s impending reaction.

She knew he’d drop everything to be by your side, and the thought of seeing his worried face spurred her on even more.

As she approached the driver's room, her heart pounded in her chest, both from the exertion and the fear of what she might find. "Please be okay," she whispered to herself, pushing open the door and scanning the room frantically. . . .

Max, meanwhile, was reveling in his recent triumph, completing laps around the track with a sense of elation that only victory could bring. The cheers of the crowd echoed in his ears, but that joy was abruptly interrupted by a crackling voice over the radio.

"Max, I hate to break your celebration, but we have a situation with Y/N," the voice said, laced with concern. Max's heart raced as he slowed his pace, his mind racing with worry.

"What’s going on?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he made his way toward the podium, where the top three racers were set to be honored.

The thought of anything happening to you sent a chill down his spine, and he could feel the adrenaline shifting from the thrill of victory to a deep-seated anxiety.

"Someone will be waiting to take you to the infirmary as soon as you get out of the car," the voice continued, and Max's stomach dropped.

"Infirmary? What do you mean? Is Y/N okay?" he pressed, urgency lacing his tone.

The radio crackled again, but all he could think about was you, hoping you were alright. As he reached the podium, the cheers of the crowd faded into the background, replaced by a singular focus on getting to you as quickly as possible.

The celebration felt distant now; all that mattered was ensuring your safety.

He could barely hear the announcer calling his name, the accolades and applause blurring into a haze as he focused solely on getting to you as quickly as possible.

The moment he brought the car to a halt, a sense of urgency surged through him. He dashed toward the infirmary, his familiarity with the winding corridors and the scent of antiseptic guiding his hurried steps.

Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, a podium ceremony that he had anticipated for days but instead, his heart raced with concern for you.

He never imagined that he would find himself rushing to the infirmary under such distressing circumstances, especially not because of you.

As he pushed open the door, the sight that greeted him was both alarming and heart-wrenching. There you were, sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, looking pale and disoriented, an ice pack pressed against your forehead.

Alexandra was by your side, her grip firm around your hand, her expression a mix of worry and relief. The moment their eyes met, Alexandra's face lit up with a glimmer of hope.

"Thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly.

"Has the podium ceremony ended?" she asked, her concern for you momentarily overshadowing the event they had both been looking forward to.

He shook his head, his focus solely on you. "That doesn't matter right now. What happened?" he pressed, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Alexandra took a deep breath, her eyes darting between him and you. "She was unconscious when I found her in your driver's room," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.

The weight of her words hung in the air, and he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "Unconscious? How long was she out?" he asked, his heart racing as he moved closer to you, desperate to see you recover.

Alexandra's eyes filled with concern as she replied, "Around 15 minutes, but it felt like an eternity."

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, determined to be there for you in this moment of vulnerability.

The doctor leaned against the doorframe, his expression serious as he relayed the news.

"She collapsed earlier today, and the primary reason appears to be a high fever. Did you notice any symptoms before this happened?" he inquired, his gaze shifting to him with an intensity that made him squirm.

"No, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of guilt settled heavily on his shoulders, a suffocating reminder of the moments he had overlooked.

He replayed the last few days in his mind, recalling how you had seemed a bit off during their meals together. He should have insisted you see a doctor, should have been more vigilant, but instead, he had brushed it off, thinking it was just fatigue.

"Max?" The soft voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see your eyes fluttering open.

Relief washed over him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the nagging feeling of regret. "I didn’t realize you were awake," he admitted, his heart racing as he took in your pale complexion.

You offered a weak smile, but it did little to ease the turmoil inside him.

Just then, Alexandra stood up from her seat, her presence a welcome distraction. "I’ll go inform the team about your condition," she said, her tone warm.

"Thanks, Alex," he replied, his eyes still fixed on you, unwilling to look away even for a moment. He wanted to be there for you, to make sure you knew you weren't alone in this.

As Alexandra stepped out, the silence in the room felt heavy, punctuated only by the soft beeping of the machines around them. He leaned closer, his voice low and filled with concern.

"You scared me back there. I should have noticed something was wrong," he confessed, his heart aching with the weight of his unspoken fears.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, a small gesture that spoke volumes.

"It’s okay, Max. I didn’t realize it either," you reassured him, your voice soft but steady.

He could see the strength in your eyes, a flicker of resilience that made him admire you even more.

In that moment, he vowed to never let his guard down again, to always be attentive to the signs, no matter how subtle they might be.

"Did you win?" you inquired, your curiosity evident in your tone.

Max's face lit up with a grin as he replied, "Absolutely, schatje, I won just for you."

Your gaze drifted down to his chest, where you noticed the absence of a medal that should have been proudly displayed.

A sense of unease crept in as you asked, "You didn’t attend the medal ceremony, did you?" The moment the words left your lips, you could see the color drain from his face, and beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

"You were far too important to me! I had to find out why you were in the infirmary," Max stammered, his voice tinged with a mix of anxiety and determination. You could tell he was trying to justify his decision, but the weight of his choice hung heavily in the air.

"Max, you realize you could face a fine for skipping out on the ceremony, right?" you pressed, your concern for him mingling with frustration.

He shook his head defiantly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "I don’t care about that! Knowing you’re okay is worth more than any medal or ceremony," he declared, his stubbornness shining through.

You let out a sigh, a blend of exasperation and affection swirling within you. "You really need to take care of yourself too, you know," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Max stepped closer, his expression softening as he reached out to take your hand.

"I promise, I’ll make it up to you. Just seeing you here, safe and sound, is the only victory I need," he replied earnestly.

The warmth of his grip enveloped you, and in that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you and the unspoken bond that tied your hearts together.

"You mean everything to me; I’d choose you every time," he murmured, and at that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the bond forged through both sacrifice and a shared understanding.

As the tension in the room began to ease, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. The connection sparked something deeper, and without thinking, you leaned in and shared a soft kiss.

It was a moment that transcended the worries of the world outside, a promise that you were both in this together.

"I am kind of glad you came," you whispered against his lips, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop you.

Max smiled, his expression softening as he replied, "I’ll always be here for you, no matter what."

As the moment hung in the air, you felt the warmth of Max's lips against yours, a spark igniting between you. He leaned in closer, his hands exploring the contours of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate bubble.

It was a moment that felt both exhilarating and electric, a perfect blend of desire and connection that made your heart race.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation broke through the haze of your emotions. You pulled back slightly, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you looked into Max's eyes.

"Alright, enough of that! You need to go get your trophy, or else you might end up starting something you can't stop!" you teased, giving him a gentle push away.

The playful banter was a familiar rhythm between you, a dance of flirtation that always left you both wanting more.

Max chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he took a step back, clearly reluctant to leave the moment behind.

"See you after, schatje!" he called out, a wide grin spreading across his face as he made his way to the door. The way he said your name sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come.

As he opened the door, you watched him go, your heart still racing from the kiss.

You knew that this was just the beginning of an adventure that would unfold in the hours to come, filled with laughter, challenges, and perhaps even more stolen moments like the one you just shared. . . .

[yorshie]

Oh, you're still taking requests?

Hmmm how about: 33, comedy-romance for Mr Leo? You decide how spicy and/or funny.

Thank you for requesting on Blurb Day! And Yup! I'm taking requests until Sunday morning, gonna update my Masterpost so it doesn't say closed, sorry!

Gasp! Friggy... you're gonna let me be spicy and funny? HAHAHAHA <- evil laughter (edit: oh boy. Sorry Friggy. This is why I should not be left to my own devices.)

Raph greeted you at the turnstiles with a smile, a jerk of his chin and a high five that, while gentle for his standards, sent tingles up your wrist that you fought the urge to shake out.

"Hey, sweetheart. You looking for Leo?" When you nodded, he took a step to the side, gesturing with the water jug in his hand towards the back of the Lair. "Last i saw him, he was heading back to his room. Being a wimp about the cold 'n all that."

"Hm, I'll see if I can flush him out." You gave the red banded turtle a wink, and he chuckled before waving you onwards.

Leo's room was the last one to the left after climbing the stairs, and you knocked on the door softly before pushing it open and stepping inside the nightlight lit room.

"Leo?" You called, squinting slightly as your eyes adjusted. A rustle of blankets answered you, and you saw the flash of eyes reflecting light for half a second before Leo's voice followed:

"Shut the door, you're letting in the cold."

You rolled your eyes, fondly, shutting the door and using the light on your phone to light the way to the suspiciously Leonardo shaped lump of blankets piled on top of his usually immaculate bed.

"Fee Fi Fo-" A hand shot out of the covers, snagged your waist and pulled you into mess with a squawk, hands windmilling and phone flying to places unknown as Leo all but bundled you underneath him, arms caging you in against the bed and plastron pressing into your back.

"I am not a giant." He groused, snout pressing along your hairline and the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. "But if I was you'd definitely be on the menu."

"Oh no, babe, please no pick up lines." Your complaint turned into a giggle when one of his hands ghosted over your waist, fingers finding your ticklish spots with ease and thighs squeezing yours to keep you trapped.

When you finally caught your breath, his hand had slipped up to press firmly against your stomach, palm cool against your flesh. You more so felt the soft 'oh' he breathed into your shoulder.

"Blue?" You asked, over your shoulder, elbows tucking in close when his other hand joined the first, mapping out the soft bones in your hips and gently digging into the swell of your stomach.

"You're.... warm." He said carefully, as if he wasn't bodily pinning you to the bed, as if he had no prior knowledge of how different your bodily temperature was compared to his.

You went to make some cocky remark, tease him about being suddenly shy, when his hand slid up to splay his thumb over your sternum, and you breathed out shakily, sinking down into the bed, letting yourself finally appreciate the way he surrounded you.

His plastron nudged against the bottom of your shoulder, the whisper of his scales catching on your shirt loud in the quiet between your stifled breaths. His arms tightened, banding in a triangle underneath you, thumbs echoing each other just over the curve of your ribs.

"Leo," you turned your head, voice catching when he gave a soft squeeze, heart hammering at the drag of callused thumbs over your soft skin, "we're suppose to go eat dinner in a bit."

"Not thinking about that," He nosed over your shoulder. You could just barely see the way his eyes moved over your face before they dipped to your lips. "We do have some time, though, before we have to get ready."

"And you want to kiss me?" You guessed, enjoying the way his gaze dropped once more to your mouth.

His shoulder landed on the bed beside your head, opposite knee canting up against your hip so he could reach without crushing you.

His mouth was soft, sweet, his tongue a shock of not quite cold that sent a shiver down your spine and a smug tic to one side of his mouth. He quickly smoothed it out and scrubbed his mouth once more against yours, licking into your mouth once more when your lips parted on a sigh.

He pulled back when you gave another full bodied shiver underneath him, hands rubbing briskly up and down your sides, a shit eating grin tucked into the side of your neck. "Cold?"

"Get up here and kiss me again." You ordered, unable to reach him with how he had your arms pinned to your sides.

He gave that bare, huff of a laugh into your skin, pressing a kiss to your collar before complying. "Yes, ma'am."

[softmangoes]

true terror | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the sun dips below the horizon, tinging the waters of the lake with the day's final golden rays.

you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and the cold crisp of autumn. the wait is over: there will be a blood moon tonight.

before, you would await for that familiar pull to tug on your soul and reel you into the depths of the lake. those first few nights had felt like something out of a dream: a face made of moonlight, hands that brushed your skin as if to make sure you were real, eyes like shards of the night.

but at this point, you have made marking your calendar to count down the days a science. you have stowed away a bag of spare clothes in the forest. the waves lap at your ankles, beckoning you closer. you are so tired, so sore, and all you want to do is be engulfed by something that shouldn't even be possible.

once you wade until the waters have reached your chest, you take another breath and dive.

"beloved," a familiar voice hums once you surface. you don't quite hear his voice so much as feel it. the specter's joy feels bright, like the gleam of moonlight illuminating the crevices of your soul.

with a grunt, you climb onto the stones, gripping the length of rope you anchored into the ruin during your last visit. the inside of the old temple is lit with a soft glow. he is here. the abomination. the monster. the ghost that haunts you and your heart.

you expect to see his gentle smile to celebrate your arrival. but at the sight of you, the wraith falls silent.

he sees the bruises darkening your throat, listens to your ragged breaths, watches as the tears swell and stream from your eyes.

"i missed you," you say, trying to manage an assuring smile. oh, he's so beautiful. you don't want to ruin your time together with your pain. "i didn't want to keep you waiting."

like a wave, the specter surges in front of you. his hands are balled into fists.

"who made you weep?" he says slowly, reeling in his rage as a riptide pulls a current back to the depths of the ocean.

"i'm fine," you begin to say, but before you can continue, the wraith extends a cold hand to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. he brings his finger to his mouth, tastes the wet bead of your sorrow.

in that moment, the wraith sees the memory of a vile figure of a man with dark hair and an even darker heart. his hands are around your throat, telling you that you are worthless. that you better pay up or else.

when the specter's eyes open, they are nothing but endless wells of blue. his expression is placid. glassy. the calm before the storm.

"i will rend their flesh from their bones." ghostly tentacles manifest around him, writhing and roiling in the air as if itching to capture and constrict their prey. "they will bear witness to true terror."

"hey," you say softly, taking one of their hands in yours. you two only ever have so much time. already, the moon begins to wane. "i'm okay, alright? i promise."

the wraith softens. his tentacles calm. you are just how you have always been. how he has always loved you: gentle, optimistic, hopeful.

and in all the lives you have lived, you have always been a bad liar.

"the world is unkind." he gathers you into his arms and presses his lips against your temple. "but here, you will always be safe."

you sigh, the tension of the last few days leaving your body. it is only in the arms of an aberration that you can finally find solace. after a few moments, you fall asleep to his fingers running through your hair and the hum of a song that sets your soul at ease.

but soon the night ends as it always does. the wraith places your sleeping form back onto your bed.

his eyes are as red as the moon.

you are safe, as he promised. the hunt begins. you do not hear the screams that pierce through the night.

when you wake up the next morning, bailey's office is empty. you do not see him the day after. or the next.

[achaoticalien]

A Court of Deceit and Decay

Chapter Four- Nesta Archeron

When Eris held out that hand, the first thought that lurched through Nesta’s mind was yes, a thousand, hundred times yes. Every new and old instinct, every torturous thought that pummelling through her head, every single thump of her heart, said to go with him. To run from out underneath this darkness. To leave this place behind and start all over again. A new Lady, with a new name and a new life. 

But she hesitated, she stepped back, staring at him with widened eyes. 

Before the sound of heavy footsteps and a cruel voice flitted from the hallway, Eris whipped his eyes over his shoulder as the words, “... we could lock her in a cage… poke at her till she explodes, what do you think Keir?”

Nesta’s heart thundered against her ribcage, like a wild rabbit caught in a trap. She looked at Eris, panic in her silver eyes. 

“Now or never, Lady Nesta.” Eris whispered, despite his cruel features, there was something soft in his eyes, something pleading. 

Pleading that she leave now with him. Before she’s subject to every whim of the Hewn City. 

For a brief moment in time, Nesta wondered if her small amount of time down here was terrible, how horrific the lives of the other females must be. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Vanserra.” She hissed, before shoving her hand into his. 

Eris smiled, not a cruel wicked grin, but a genuine smile. 

And the world went from cold, dark earth, to unimaginable heat. 

The transition from the Hewn City to Autumn was what Nesta could only describe as being slapped across the face by the Goddess of Autumn herself. A tingling sensation pricked underneath her skin, her magic heated her core at the all encompassing sensation of new washing through her body. Fae instincts picking up on the hints of rot and decay, with the light wind that brought the smell of ash and pine. It tickled her nose and made the hair on her arms stand up straight. 

Her knees went weak underneath her as the ground become firm once more. The sights of orange, gold and red swirled in her vision as she blacked in and out. She thought she might have hit the floor, but distantly felt her legs stills upwards, and something firm and warm held her up. Arms wrapped around lean muscle, Nesta managed to drag her weary eyes up to see Eris there. As strange as it might be, he seemed to be saying something. Mouth moving in an erratic pattern and eyes wide with what she assumed to be panic. 

“Dizzy.” She slurred, head feeling like a band was pulling tighter and tighter around her skull. Till the pressure threatened to make her mind explode. 

Her senses of reality reduced as everything turned pitch black. 

Waking up was an uncomfortable sensation as well, but at least she had more of her sense to recognise what things were. The cool, slippery fabric balled up in her clenched fists was some kind of silk sheet. The tacky feeling all over her skin was a sheen of sweat, the thing poking her eye was a stray hair. The aching pressure in her legs and arms was sore muscle. And the crust around her eyes and nose was from sobbing her brains out. 

There was one sensation she did not recognise and that was the sudden warm pressure in her hand, a light tingling spread from that spot up to her shoulder. Craning her tense neck, Nesta forced her eyes open. Assaulted by the light of a warm lamp, but at least a cool breeze from an open window whispered around her, it smelled of long-burned out fire and candy apples. Her stomach rumbled, the idea of sticky-sweet caramel on crisp apple pieces made her mouth water. When was the last time she had eaten something like that? 

“The fair,” She drawled. 

“Hm?” A voice answered her, it was a voice she recognised, but couldn't put a name to. All the same, she felt strangely at ease beside it. 

“Caramel apple slices,” She said with a slight moan to her voice, “Went with mama, they tasted like heaven.”

Tears swelled in her eyes, “It was the last time mama did anything kind for me.”

It was also the last time she ate caramel apples, sickness turned in her gut as she remembered why she hated the wretched sweets. Her mother had put a hand so delicately in her hair as she had led her to that damned fair. Before leaving the world just the next week. As if it were a goodbye. 

A damning sorry for everything, Nesta had nearly convinced herself off. Before she remembered that Rose Archeron had only cared to use her as a means to an end to get to a high position of power within the mortal realm. 

“I hate caramel apples.” She hissed under her breath. 

A slow intake of breath from the voice beside her, before a finger light as a feather brushed the hair from her eyes, relieving her of the stinging pain. Nesta ungracefully hauled her hand up and desperately rubbed at the spot, till the itching ceased. 

“Nesta…” The voice murmured, with a tone she didn’t recognise. 

All the same, it made her feel safe. For what felt like the first time in months.. Years. 

She blinked her eyes, chasing the haze away. The sight of flaming red hair caught her sight, a rumpled white shirt, jacket nowhere to be seen. Sweet amber eyes bore down into hers. Catching down, Nesta saw his mouth, opening slightly as if to say something. 

“Eris.” She whispered, his name a mere breath on her lips, that she didn’t think he heard. 

But he must have heard, for he turned his eyes away and leaned back. Nesta followed him with her eyes, watching as he sat back into a crushed velvet chair, the colour a deep amber, near brown with a tinge of red. She looked down to see his hand gently resting in her open palm. Her hand twitched, fingers curling around his. Eris’ eyes widened briefly, he quickly removed his fingers, Nesta didn’t have time to mourn the loss as the gravity of the situation slammed into her like forceful winds in an open field. 

She shot right up, eyes briefly going black from the movement, ignoring it as her heart thumped so quickly. She desperately looked around, but she could not recognise the room. 

All gold and red, it was a little rustic looking, but with wealth dripping out of every corner, from the gilded gold, to the dark polished furniture, and the large fireplace roaring, filling the room with a soft glow aside from the golden lamp that beheld a ball of Faelight. 

She clenched her fists and whipped around to Eris who stared at her with a little fear in his eyes. Nesta was about to yell asking where she was, when she stopped. A sense of intense heat had overwhelmed her, not painful, not scorching, but clearly there. It felt like a hand of fire that didn’t burn reaching into her insides and brushing its finger across strings of magic weaved within her. 

Nesta looked down, to see her hands covered in flames that burned silver. 

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Preview for Intertwined, Chapter 11

Imogen is out, but not cold. In fact, she still feels notably warmer to Laudna's touch - the back of Laudna’s frigid knuckles to the swell of Imogen’s freckled cheek registering the buzzing of life radiating from underneath the surface - though the colour is drained, hates to see Imogen resemble anything close to a mirror, but her ribcage is lowering and rising steady, frequent, yellow neckerchief bobbing, like the little bird dancing along the cabin’s stone wall that first day-

Time is cruel. Time means nothing.

counting the depths of Imogen’s breaths.

Laudna could probably count how many times her own lungs had emptied and filled since they had met.

Cruel is how this rest reads calmer than what Imogen usually gets. No tossing and turning, no furrowed brow and pleads muttered, fists clenched and feet kicking.

Imogen had shared how she was always tired.

Seeing her now…

You could give her the long sleep she wants.

Delilah never gave herself such a thing. She doesn’t grace her with a retort.

Laudna changes the moss dressing for a new bunch when the green has soaked so much red into its sponge-like form that the warm liquid starts to trickle down to the floor and to the bunched and opened fabrics of her waistcoat and wrap-dress and to Imogen's hips from where it is held, moss no longer damming from its heavy saturation.

She cleans her first, water from waterskin and fabric from her temporary front door and just a little homemade (self-made, wanderer-made) salve, just in case it makes a difference (she knows the wound is certainly too deep and open).

She has the time. Cruel. Has the time to threat about her ichor contaminating the moss acting as dressing, about it seeping through and making its way into Imogen's bloodstream. Lifts the dead-weight of Imogen's own arm (at least her dead-weight is heavier, blood and marrow and muscle.) and places her own hand to hold the moss in place, undisturbed from her rest. Laudna has the time to fret. Light. Bird-boned. Withered. Dead weight. Nothing.

Under the shelter of the outcrop of dark and volcanic looking rock.

Brittle and textured and tiny holes giving pockets for tiny roots.

Moss saturated with rain (blood)

drips

puddles

she prestidigitates the red out of Imogen's clothes before it stains

again and again

until it slows, along with the residual accumulation of rain on the rock's face.

She dries Imogen off thoroughly. Shadows in the cracks and crevices easing out like a blanket being pulled across the sky to usher in the night. The blanket advances over Imogen, shrouding her in liquid shadow that lifts back to reveal fabric and skin and hair that is dry, lightened.

Imogen's curls have frizzed, her hair fluffed and in a ruffled-up mane. Laudna recalls her weekly routine, had only seen it the one time. Is sure she will get it wrong.

She takes a clay jar of coconut oil from Imogen's rucksack - melted, in this heat, of course. Sinks her talons in until they reach fingertip, gathers with prints of skin and the cups of nail and runs her fingers through Imogen's hair like a comb. Its greases up, but slickens down, colour deepened and curls controlled. Fuck. She is pretty sure Imogen puts the oil in her hair whilst it is still wet.

She shouldn’t touch her anymore, else Imogen wake up and be even more perplexed than needs be by her current condition, think that Laudna had been playing with her like a doll, like Pâté, red string around her neck and wrist and a marionette-

She can’t have her.

(you can read the first 10 chapters here)

[pentopaper23]

Windows are for sneaking in through: Chapter One - You are not as quite as you think you are my love

Jack leaned against the windowsill and grazed upon his love. Belle was sitting in the bath by her bedroom fireplace. She was naked and running a cloth over her shoulders, a trail of soap suds was left in its wake. The steam rising from the bath has given her hair a frizzy halo and strains of it were sticking to her neck and back. She sighed and rolled her head as she ran the cloth around her neck and Jack felt his pants become ever increasingly tight.

“Well hurry up then. The water will be cold soon,” Bella said leaning her cheek against her shoulder and looking over her shoulder at him.

“How did you know I was here,” Jack said walking over to bath while he takes off his vest and rolled his sleeves.

“You are not as quite as you think you are my love”.

Jack scoffs and leans over the bath to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“I take offence to that” he says moving his lips across her check and down to kiss on her shoulder. Belle laughs and wipes the water away that is now covering his check.

Smiling Jack knelt by the bath, placing his hands into the water he began to work them along her flesh, feeling the smooth contours of her skin as he kneaded and massaged his way along her body. His fingertips stroking along the curves of her breasts, working their way around them gently as the they drove deep breaths from her, spiralling ever upwards towards her erect nipples.

Belle lay silently, a small cool smile on her face, her eyes closed she lay focussing on the attention, on the feelings his fingers brought to her, she felt so relaxed and at the same time he drove her crazy.

As Jack's fingertips reached the small peaks of her nipples he gave a quick hard pinch, Belle's eyes shot open as she gasped out loud, looking at him with an expression of shock, humour, and lust. She giggled a little, her fists clenched against the sides of the bath, and he gasped “Jack!'

With the sharp look of lust in his eyes Jack gently massaged the nubs now between his index fingers and thumbs, eliciting a small smirk from Belle as she settled back down closing her eyes again.

His hands were now everywhere on her body, one stroking smoothly down the small ridge of her stomach toward her naval as his other danced from breast to breast, soothing the small ample mounds, the small clash of tiny waves made by her hips moving against his hand almost drowned out by the deep low moans emitting from Belle.

As Jack's hands drove between her legs Belle felt her back arching, her hands grasping the sides of the bath and her knuckles whitening she drove her body up into Jack's touch. His fingers pressed against the folds of her womanhood and Belle could feel her mind reeling in sensation. His fingers found the small nub of her clit and lightly began to circle the straining flesh with his finger, Belle's thighs clamped suddenly around his hand as a spike of pleasure shot through her.

Belle's own hand came to meet Jack's, pushing his fingers against her folds as she ground desperately against it, breathing hard her mind swamped with nothing but the feelings between her legs and she didn’t hear the large crash of water as a bucket load was sent over the edge of the bath and into Jack's lap, but he carried on, slipping his fingers into her entrance as his thumb slid with ease around her swelling clitoris.

Belle began to pant hard and fast, her body still thrashing sending small waves over the sides of the bath, Jack’s other hand continued squeezing each of her nipples as she rode his hand heavily, bucking against him. Her nipples hard and red from his attentions, Belle's other hand let go of the sides of the bath, reaching down to join her other and grasping Jack's wrist as she rode his fingers harder, faster, driving them into her folds, his thumb now trapped against her clit, the pressure driving her wild.

Jack's free hand found it’s way into the wavy locks of Belle's damp hair, entwining and grasping hard he pulled her hair taught holding her head back and exposing her neck as his mouth met with her throat, with one long deep lick over the delicate flesh he began to trail a series of kisses around her throat and neck, his fingers still massaging her inner walls as Belle lay, moving as hard as she could against his hand.

Belle had never experienced such an orgasm in her life, as it hit her head shook from side to side and Jack's hand in her hair grasping tighter, the pain of her scalp drowned out by the feelings rolling through her entire body. Belle was overtaken by a deep tingling under her skin, her thighs shuddering in the water uncontrollably as Jack's hand continued his deep ministrations. Belle's breathe caught in her throat, she felt as though she were drowning in herself as the sparks behind the darkness of her closed eyelids coloured her vision. Every hair on her body was straining against the dense water to stand on end as the pleasure between her thighs shook through her body, working its way to every nook of her being, and it would not stop. With every second that Jack's hand was present between her legs Belle was thrown into another...then another... then another orgasm as her fingers dug into the skin of her lover's wrist.

Before long she felt his hand withdraw, her grip loosening on his wrist as it slid from between her thighs. Belle's eyes were clamped tightly shut; her breathing ragged as the pressure on her overly sensitised clit withdrew. For a moment there was nothing, no sound, no feeling, just the deep surge of her breathe and a wondrous tingling on every inch of her skin.

A hand took her own and her eye lids opened to reveal the face of Jack, the cause of this pleasure, the one who made her feel like such a goddess, beaming down at her with such soft tender eyes, his smile unfiltered.

“Let's dry you off,” Jack said getting up from his place beside the bath.

Shaking a little Belle's hands grasped onto the sides of the bath once again as Jack's arms held her steady. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder as her legs, still shaking, began to lift up she found a large warm towel encompassing her shoulders. Smiling broadly into his face Belle didn't say anything but merely kissed his lips.

“Enjoying yourself?' Jack smiled as he felt her hand reach into his trousers and take a hold of his erection.

“More than you can imagine,” She replied, her fingers wrapping around his fabric covered cock and giving it’s a gentle stroke.

The couple stood for a moment in the warm room, the naked form of Belle pressing her wet body into Jack's clothing as they kissed deeply, the candles flickering on the sill shone brazenly casting a flickering silhouette of the couple through the dim mist of condensation. Breaking the kiss Jack looked into the eyes of his lover and that same broad smile spread across his face. He leaned in again and started to place rough kisses against her lips and neck.

Moaning lightly Belle relaxed into his strong arms, stroking Jack's hard shaft under his trousers before pulling away and taking his hand into hers, pulling Jack towards the bed, she turned to face him beaming as two simple words left her lips.

“My turn”

[thorneyes]

Fic: Shallow Soil

Characters: Rohesia and Q'ndai

Summary: A rough night in the Ala Mhigan Quarter.

A/n: a fic I wrote a while back when I was still working out Roh's backstory, before I even had q'ndai as a RP character, I think.

Contents: Description of injury, life in Imperial-occupied Ala Mhigo, homeless orphans.

Cold seeped into Ala Mhigo at night, settling over the salt flats, soaking through the stones of the city that had been warmed by the light of the sun through the day. In the hottest days around midsummer, the cold was a blessing when it came in the early hours of the morning. On these nights crawling their way away from midwinter, though, the cold made sleeping uncomfortable. Rohesia hunched her shoulders in her thin shirt and tucked her hands under her elbows. If she’d had her druthers, she’d be retreating to the back room of the hideout, where they’d piled every scrap of fabric they’d ever scavenged into the little sandstone hollow, making an insulated bunk. The younger kids were already tucked away back there, warm and sleeping soundly as Rohesia waited out here. 

She’d be warm and sleeping herself, if Q'ndai weren’t late. 

The Seeker boy was overdue by hours, and the more time passed, the more tension piled up in Rohesia’s shoulders. Her jaw was clenched as she glared into the dark alleyway that hid their little hideout, nurturing a little spark of anger against the cold. “Godsdammit, Ndai,” she whispers to herself. “Bastard. Shite-headed selfish Seeker…” 

A thud from the entrance of the alley had her biting down on her tongue as she stiffened, listening intently. There was another thud, a muffled groan. The scraping sound of stone on stone. Then, a figure barely outlined against the night skies. 

“Thorneyes,” whispered a familiar voice. “Thorneyes, you there?” 

The little spark of anger caught. “Ndai,” she hissed as she jerked to her feet. “I’m going to strangle you with your own tail—” 

“Shh,” Ndai interrupted hastily. “Don’—don’ do tha’. Don’ freak out.” He was slurring his words, and swaying in place. As she watched he stumbled, his shoulder colliding hard with the brick wall of the alley. “Thorneyes—”

“What did you do?”

Ndai nearly fell over when she grabbed him by the shoulder. “Don’ wake them up,” he stammered, then, when she gripped him hard, gasped. “Ah—” This close, she didn’t smell the fumes of ale or the sickly sweet of somnus, but the bitter tang of copper. Ndai’s hand closed over hers, clumsy and weak. He breathed in, quick and shallow. “Roh, help me.”

In the faint light of the stars, she could barely make out his eyes, wide and dark. 

“Siddown,” she whispered, pushing at his shoulder. He gasped and wobbled but moved with her, sliding down the wall until he was slumped against it. She reached out to push his hair back from his face, only to find it sticky and matted with blood. “What happened?” 

His breathing hitched and his arms curled around his ribs. “Imperials,” he said. “Jus—Jus’ fix it, Roh.” 

“R-right.” 

Rohesia closed her eyes. She could feel his pulse beneath her hand, beating rapidly, fluttering with the churn of his aether. She could feel the damage like dull bursts of red light behind her eyes. Bruises, heavy and dark, mottled the pattern of his skin, from his shoulders to his sides to his face. Deeper than that, the damage was worse. Sharp, bright lines webbed along his ribs, and a hollow throb swelled within his skull. She bit her tongue. None of these were injuries she hadn’t seen before, but the severity of them was new and frightening. She’d never had to heal so many at once before. 

She took a shaky breath and reached out to the aether around her. The earth was easiest to draw on, surrounded as they were by stone. She pulled it into his chest and his head, layering it over the weakened bone. Then she reached for air, and further, straining her limits to pull on the feeling of the water of the lochs, brackish and salty as it was. She wove them together, to ease the swelling, to soothe the pain and heal the cuts. On the edges of her awareness, she heard his shaky breathing begin to ease and could feel the tension of pain begin to ease away. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she thought for a moment that the white specks in her vision were the last motes of healing light until she registered the feeling of hovering somewhere above her own body. She blinked hard, and with careful, shaky movements, slumped against a nearby crate. 

“Roh?” She heard Ndai say. “Hey, Thorneyes?” There was a rustle, then he pressed something into her hand. “Eat that, c’mon.” 

Mechanically, she lifted the object to her mouth. Only halfway through a bite did she recognize the texture of a Faerie Apple. It amazed her, how quickly the tart taste dragged her back into her own body. By the time she had eaten down to the core, her fingers felt like hers again, rather than a puppet’s. 

Ndai was still leaning back against the bricks, his eyes half-closed. The cuts and swelling were healed, though some of the bruises remained, and his hair and face were still stained with dried and drying blood. When he realized that she was looking at him, Ndai’s ears flicked. He mustered an echo of his usual confident smile. “So, what’d y’ think? Not bad, right?”  

She looked down at the core in her hand, little more than stem and seeds. “I think you’ve answers to give me,” she said, leveling him with a glare, “about what in the seven hells y’ did to get the Garleans on your tail.” 

Abruptly, Ndai’s expression sobered. “If I stole from them, y’ mean.” He shook his head slowly. “T’weren’t nothin’ like that. I just…” He waved a hand in the air. “I was hanging ‘bout the western markets t’day, and I picked up some work. Real, honest work. Just haulin’ boxes an’ all, but it took longer’n I expected. By the time I left the markets, it was dark.” 

“So…” 

Ndai’s laugh was weak. “Aye. Bloody curfew. I got caught slippin’ cross the main road, an’ they didn’ like it when I told ‘em I was headed home.” 

Rohesia looked the Seeker over again. His clothes were dirty and bloodstained, clearly worse the wear for his encounter, but he held a rough sack that clearly wasn’t empty. “They didn’ take anythin’?” 

“They threw it all on the cobbles, but I guess they didn’ care much for fruit,” he shrugged. “A few bruises, is all. I think I got it easy.” 

A heavy weight sank into the pit of Rohesia’s stomach as she looked at Q'ndai’s still-bloody face, the bruise that lingered on his cheekbone. “Ndai…” 

The smile on the miqo’te’s face was faint and cold in the dim starlight. “I reckon I’m sixteen summers by now, maybe older. That’s near enough to grown to be a conscript, or a Resistance spy, by their thinkin’.” 

It felt like the cold of the night settled into her bones. Rohesia clenched her fists as she fought down a shiver. She glared at the boy. “Next time you’re not goin’ alone when y’ look for work,” she said stiffly. 

“Thorneyes—”

“I’m not askin’.” 

Ndai huffed something that was as much a laugh as it was a sigh. “You goin’ to save me from th’ Imperials, Thorneyes?” 

Her eyes were burning, but Rohesia managed a scoff. “Twelve, no. I’m goin’t remind y’ to run like hells.” 

This time Ndai definitely laughed, a startled, wavering sound. In the darkness she caught a glimmer in his eyes before he rubbed a hand across his face. “Don’t know what I’d do without you, Roh.” 

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Caustic: An Origin Story

Caustic/Alexander Nox x Original Female Character

Rating: 18+

Chapter 9

I tried really hard, I honestly did, but even after four days of thinking about what to say, I just didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling, no one seemed to be particularly upset or even disappointed, but I was. Toni was kind enough and tried to coax something out of me, but all I could say was that I didn’t like the Apex Games, nothing else followed, it was just that and once again no one seemed terribly disappointed.

    The meeting was over, I wrapped myself up and braced for going out into the cold night air, thinking on all the reasons I felt my mind was starting to unravel in the most unexpected of ways.

    I finally arrived at Alex’s apartment to see a note pinned to the door. ‘I wanted it to be a surprise, but please don’t be alarmed. A.’ My face pulled up into a smile as I stepped through the door of his expansive home. At first, I couldn’t see him, and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I moved cautiously through the hallway and heard the sounds of the shower running.

    A part of me was scared, so much so that I opened the door as slowly as I could. I felt my heart both slow and then speed up. Alex was in the shower, washing his beaten up and bruised body. I felt the relief wash over me and let out a deep breath, closing my eyes for just a moment and trying to regain a steady breath.

    ‘How was your meeting?’ Alex’s voice penetrated my ears and my eyes flew open to see him staring at me from under the water.

    ‘Fine.’ My voice cracked, why was I suddenly sweating?

    ‘Jessica?’ Alex frowned. Why wasn’t I happier to see him?

    I suddenly felt him standing in front of me, wrapping a towel around his thick waist. It looked like he could have had some broken or at least cracked ribs, his whole chest was purple and red with cuts and scrapes everywhere I looked.

    ‘Look at you.’ I half laughed, realising that I was in fact crying. ‘God, just look at you. Are you alright?’

    ‘I am fine.’

    I looked up at his pale eyes, they were bloodshot and heavy, when was the last time he slept? His lip was cut, he had swelling all over his face, but somehow through it all, he was still incredibly handsome.

    ‘Not you’re not, you’re hurt.’ I sniffed. ‘Why didn’t you get seen to before you came home?’

    Alex smiled gently. ‘Because I missed you.’ He said. ‘I got the first flight back to see you. I… enjoyed the thought of you assessing my injuries for yourself.’ It was difficult to tell, but I could have sworn he was blushing.

    I took a stuttered breath and smiled, still half laughing to myself. ‘I missed you too.’

    Alex stepped just a little closer to me. ‘I feel we are both in need of a little attention tonight. Shower with me? I think you’ll feel better for it.’

    ‘You just want me naked.’ I tried to joke, still wiping away my tears.

    ‘A welcome side effect.’ Alex chuckled. ‘But I do think you’ll feel better for it.’

    He was right, he was always right, I always felt better for showering with him. Alex helped me get out of my clothes and folded them neatly to one side, I hesitated before taking my shirt off, unsure of why, but it had been a while since I was naked in front of him. He didn’t push me for anything, he just waited patiently, cold water still dripping down from his dark hair into his stubble which I was delighted to see he was growing, however inadvertently.

    Finally, I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water trickling down my body, how did he always know a shower would help me calm down? I could feel Alex watching me for a moment, before he stepped in behind me and absorbed the feeling for himself. I couldn’t help but smile and gently bite down on my bottom lip. Alex just chuckled and reached over for his perfectly white bottle and squeezed just a small amount of green liquid onto his hands.

    ‘I am glad to find you have been staying here as I requested.’ He said, gesturing for me to turn around. ‘It put my mind at ease when I thought of the peace and quiet you would have had here.’

    ‘Well, it has been very quiet.’ I nodded and braced myself for the moment his hands touched my hips, there was something so gloriously soft about his movements, slow and gentle, never pushing for anything more than the knowledge that when he was done, I would be clean.

    ‘You’ve been worried.’ Alex concluded from my sentence. ‘Would you like to tell me what has worried you?’ His hands were working in a circular motion over all the parts of me that ached. He started at my hips, drifting just a little down my thighs before moving upwards to my stomach, my ribs, my back…

    ‘I’ve just been generally worried.’ I lazily laughed. ‘Worried about work, worried about my meetings, worried about you. I always worry, it doesn’t leave much room for peace in my mind.’

    ‘I see.’ Alex kissed the side of my head and breathed me in for a moment, moving his strong hands over my shoulders. My whole body felt warm and a tingling sensation was running through me, relaxing me.

    ‘That wasn’t body wash, was it?’

    I felt him chuckle and kiss softly down my face, wrapping his arms around my waist. ‘It was a muscle relaxant, one I use after every match to allow myself the best chance to heal quickly. I thought you might find it useful as well.’

    ‘Well,’ I chuckled. ‘I do feel relaxed.’ I slid my hand up into his hair that was still a little shorter than usual and let myself lean back into him, just absorbing the way he felt for a moment or two.

    Suddenly my eyes flew open and I turned around to see his startled expression.

    ‘I’m so sorry, you’re hurt and here I am just rambling about how lonely I’ve been.’ I shook my head out of the daze I was in and went to assess his body, when Alex suddenly kissed me harshly.

    ‘Jessica, I am often lonely, but when I am alone with you, it is a loneliness I crave more than anything.’ He panted, softly placing another kiss to my lips, sliding his hands around my waist. ‘Do not think that I would not want you to tell me when you are feeling something similar, it does not matter to me what state my body is in, I will always want to listen to you.’

    I took a moment to let him finish kissing me, but I could feel he was struggling to keep himself standing upright. ‘It matters to me.’ I whispered and suddenly he stopped. ‘It matters to me what state you’re in. I want you to feel like you have all the value in the world to me, because you do. Let me help you?’

    Alex just watched me with his darkened eyes and nodded, never taking his eyes off of me. I reached for the same bottle he used on me and to my delight he smiled.

    ‘You may need to use a little more.’ He suggested gently.

    ‘I know, but you’ve got a lot more body than me so I’m afraid this will take a while.’ I leaned up to place a delicate kiss to his lips and felt him deflate a little into me. ‘Stay still for me, I might even say your name.’ I felt him smile against my mouth as my hands, now covered in the same green liquid found his waist.

    I gently massaged the muscles, being careful around his ribs, but allowing myself to become mesmerised by his bulging abs, he was probably in the best shape of his life, built to perfection like some kind of God. His eyes were closed as I continued to explore his body, running my hands over his obscenely broad chest, his strong jaw, placing a soft kiss to his parted lips, before reaching for the bottle and squeezing some more liquid onto my hands. I went back to the worst bruising on his ribs and soon found myself descending to his hips, his hands rested against the wall either side of me as he absorbed the feeling of my hands running over his body.

    His hips seemed sore and tender, so I gave them as much attention as I could, making sure to hit the spots that were the most sensitive to him. I wanted to run my hands over his cock, but without being too sure of the effect the mix of muscle relaxant and his own hardness would have, I opted for something I knew he would enjoy so much more.

    I continued to gently massage his hips whilst subtly trying to descend onto my knees, it worked and his focus was still in front of him where I no longer was. I watched him for a moment or two, he was about as relaxed as I think I had ever seen him before. As slowly as I could, I kissed the very tip of his cock and listened to his deep groan of surprise and pleasure, his knees were weak and suddenly he had to hold himself up a little more.

    ‘Jessica.’ He groaned.

    I just continued my worship of his thighs and ran my mouth over his cock the way I knew he liked. Alex just continued to groan and pant, his fingers gently stroking through my hair as he gave into the movements, I could feel his hips very subtly thrusting into my mouth, but never forcefully or more than I wanted from him.

    ‘As much as I would like continue,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I’m afraid some of my injuries may worsen as a result.’

    I smiled and drew my mouth up and over the tip of his cock, smiling up at him.

    ‘Then we should probably do something about it.’ I said, feeling a lot better about myself.

    Alex’s eyes were dark, but they were still bloodshot and I knew he wouldn’t be able to continue without getting hurt, so I stood up and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

    ‘Come on, let’s get you into bed.’ I said, making him sigh into a chuckle.

    Alex did as I asked and the second he was lying down, it was clear that was what he needed more than anything, to just rest for a while.

    ‘I still think you should have gotten seen to before you left.’ I shook my head, trying to bandage up a nasty cut on his arm that was at risk of getting infected. ‘These injuries would heal so much quicker if you did.’

    I heard him chuckle to himself. ‘I agree.’

    ‘If you agreed, you would’ve gone and done it.’ I was now getting a little irritated with his nonchalant attitude towards his health.

    ‘If I had, I would not have come home to see how sexy you look taking care of me.’ He shot back, smugly. He made a note of how much he liked my hair up in a loose bun and my look of concentration, I ended up just shaking my head and getting on with looking at his ribs, which thankfully were only cracked.

    ‘I’m not dignifying that with a response.’ I said simply and got up to clear away some of the equipment I was using. I took it all to the bathroom, deciding I was too tired to actually clean any of it at that moment and it would still be there in the morning. I re-entered the bedroom to find Alex sitting up, staring at the door with a small smile on his face. ‘What are you smiling at now?’ I was almost exasperated and sat down next to him to start looking at the bruising on his cheek.

    ‘I know you won’t ask, but I want you to know,’ Alex paused for a moment. ‘We finished ninth.’

    ‘Ninth?!’ I repeated, feeling my face break out into a smile. ‘That’s fantastic!’

    ‘It is and I believe it was because my mind was settled, and I had not had the chance to increase my strength as much as I normally would.’ Alex analysed. ‘Perhaps your suggestion of decreasing muscle size and increasing stamina should not have been so lightly overlooked.’

    ‘I do have good ideas sometimes.’ I gently pressed on the flesh below his eye, watching him flinch slightly. ‘You’re going to have one hell of a black eye in the morning, but it’s nothing too serious. You’ll be fine.’

    ‘Thank you.’ Alex said, sincerely.

    ‘You’re welcome.’ I couldn’t help but smile. ‘And don’t think I didn’t notice you were wearing my wings, by the way, people will start to ask questions.’

    ‘They already have.’ Alex rolled his eyes. ‘But I find them all incredibly repetitive and laborious.’

    ‘Of course you do.’ I chuckled. ‘Now move over and lie down properly.’

    Alex slowly eased himself to the other side of the bed and I tried to be as delicate as I could resting against his arm.

  ‘Thank you, Jessica.’ Alex repeated.

    ‘You’ve already said that.’ I told him, feeling sleep suddenly starting to get the better of me.

    ‘No, I haven’t.’ He placed a kiss to my forehead. ‘I have not thanked you for allowing me to exist in your life the way that I do. I am more grateful for you than anyone could possibly imagine. I love you.’

    I know that I tried to say that I loved him as well, but I wasn’t sure I could speak much once I was relaxed enough to fall asleep.

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The Win (Pt 3)

sfw. ofc. woc.

Tara was alone now. It was almost dawn, yet she was still awake in bed, staring at the ceiling of her hotel room. Her mind was replaying the events of the day. She could still hear the shouts as she crossed the finish line. The press conference and celebrations later went by like a blur, and she was finally in bed. Yet, amidst the celebrations, there was one person who was absent.

Max, her teammate, was hardly present. Somewhere before the press conference, they had met for a brief moment. He had approached her with measured steps, extending his hand as a congratulations, which Tara had accepted with a nod. She could tell, though, that Max was disappointed in himself. After placing 5th in the race, Tara knew that he was going to have a hard time facing his father. It was no secret that Jos was strict, often bordering on abuse when training his son. Still, he was her teammate, and they spent almost every day training together. Part of her thought there would be more. Wished that there was more.

With a sigh, Tara sat up in bed, the weight of the day settling on her shoulders like a heavy cloak. Glancing over at the mini fridge, her eyes lingered, remembering the small bottle of rum nestled inside. After a moment's hesitation, she reached for the phone and dialled room service.

"Hello, this is room service. How may I assist you?" A voice chirped through the line.

"Yes, could I please have a bucket of ice delivered to my room?" Tara requested.

"Of course, ma'am. It'll be there shortly," the voice replied before hanging up.

As she waited, Tara swung her legs over the edge of the bed and padded to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she let out a long breath, feeling the tension begin to ease from her muscles. As she towelled off her face, a knock sounded at the door.

A hotel staff member stood outside, holding a bucket filled with ice. "Thank you," Tara said gratefully, accepting the bucket and retreating to the kitchenette.

She poured herself a generous measure of rum over the ice, the liquid tinkling softly against the cubes. Just as she was about to take a sip, another knock echoed through the room. Curious, Tara set down her drink and made her way back to the door.

When she opened the door, she blinked in surprise. Max. He was wearing a t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was messy, and when she looked at his eyes, they were red. Like he hadn’t slept.

"Hey," Max's voice broke the silence, his tone hesitant yet warm. Tara froze, her surprise evident in her wide-eyed stare.

"Uh... hi, Max," she managed to stammer, her voice betraying her uncertainty.

"I heard your door open just then. Can I come in?" Max asked softly.

Tara nodded slowly, stepping aside to allow him entry, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchenette. They stood in front of each other, waiting for the other to say something. It was Max who broke the silence.

“I didn’t get to say congratulations earlier, not properly.”

Tara smiled, “Its ok, Max, there was no need for th-.”

“Yes, there was.” He interrupted. “Can I do it now? Congratulate you properly.”

Tara nodded.

Taking a measured step towards her, Max enveloped her in a tight embrace. And to her surprise, he pressed a kiss on her cheek. She took a sharp breath, and Max moved up, placing another kiss on her temple. A rush of emotions surged through her, and she closed her eyes, her body melting into his. She never wanted this moment to end.

"I never doubted you," Max whispered, his voice a soft murmur against her ear, “not even once.”

Tara's heart swelled at his words, and her eyes welled. They eased apart slightly, yet still held each other close, their foreheads touching and their breaths mingling. When Tara finally opened her eyes, she was met with Max's own eyes glistening with tears. She let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh Max,” her voice barely above a whisper as she brushed a tear away from his cheek, “thank you."

Slowly, they drew apart. Max looked over at the open bottle of rum on the counter. Tara's voice broke through the silence, offering a simple question, "Drink?"

Max nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. They settled on the couch, pouring themselves a modest measure of the amber liquid. As the night wore on, they found themselves reminiscing, laughing, and everything in between.

The next morning, Max awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains. He was sprawled on the floor with Tara nestled against him. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind. They had begun their drink on the couch, and by the end of the rum bottle had found themselves sitting on the floor. Gazing down at her serene face, he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and held her closer. He never wanted this moment to end.

[dashinghealth]

Celebrities With Bad Teeth That Have Succumb To The Celebrity Cosmetic Dentistry Craze

Unfortunately, not everyone can have excellent teeth from birth, and the issue doesn't actually improve as we age. Normally straight teeth that you have as you grow up can become badly aligned over night due to other issues, such as an impacted wisdom tooth. For this reason, a lot of cosmetic dentists offer solutions for terrible teeth, such as veneers, braces, and tooth whitening.

Hollywood celebrities routinely have cosmetic dental procedures to brighten their smiles for the red carpet. Miley Cyrus, star of Hannah Montana and daughter of arthritic country singer Billy Ray, has had her discolored teeth corrected. For a while, the young singer and actress had poor teeth, but it now appears that Miley has invested some of her hard-earned money in some veneers.

Her canines were a little bit short and crooked, and her teeth used to be a darker, some would say more natural hue. Those times now seem to be in the past as Miley Cyrus' notoriety keeps growing.

Tom Cruise is a well-known Hollywood icon. Tom Cruise's terrible teeth have bothered him ever since he was a child, despite the fact that he has appeared in timeless movies like The Colour of Money and more current roles in Tropic Thunder. Tom's top teeth and misaligned jaw give the impression that his entire mouth is misaligned.

His front tooth, which was enormous and appeared to be about to fall out at any moment, made his teeth considerably worse when he was younger.

Some Hollywood celebrities have managed to make a respectable living despite having poor teeth without resorting to cosmetic surgery. One of these celebrities is Morgan Freeman. The fact that Morgan Freeman has persisted despite his teeth being a disaster is a testimony to the man.

The lead in movies like Wanted and Seven, The fact that Morgan Freeman started his career later in life may be the cause of his bad teeth. His gums appear to be receding and his teeth are very discolored.

He may use a nice cleaning, but this is something everyone else can do. You can whiten your teeth easily, naturally and forever. By following a few simple steps, you can achieve the brighter, whiter smile you’ve always wanted.

The first step is to make sure you’re brushing your teeth twice a day with a fluoride toothpaste. This helps to remove plaque and bacteria from the surface of your teeth, which can discolor them.

Additionally, you can use baking soda to gently scrub away any surface stains, and you can even use it as a toothpaste for an extra whitening boost. If you’d like to take it a step further, you can use CLEANERSMILE a whitening kit that gives professional results without the high cost and hassle of going to the dentist.

Finally, don’t forget that proper dental hygiene is key, so make sure you’re visiting your dentist at least twice a year for checkups and cleanings, where necessary.

How can I get in touch with an emergency dentist the quickest?

An emergency dentist should be contacted when tooth pain becomes intolerable. What happens, though, if your dentist isn't available that evening or decides it's not urgent enough to visit and assess the situation? Or what if you're terrified of dentists?

A toothache can be an incredibly painful and uncomfortable experience, especially if you're terrified of dentists. Luckily, there are a few things you can do to help ease your pain and get rid of your toothache without having to face your fear.

First, try swishing some warm salt water around your mouth for about 30 seconds. This can help reduce inflammation and numb the area, helping to provide some relief. Additionally, you can take an over-the-counter pain reliever such as ibuprofen to help reduce the pain.

Cold compresses applied to the affected area can also help reduce swelling, while clove oil can be used to numb the area and reduce the pain.

Additionally, if you're experiencing a lot of pain, try to avoid hard, chewy, and sugary foods until the pain subsides. Other home remedies you can try include applying garlic or onion to the area, using an ice cube, or using a mixture of baking soda and water.

Once you have some relief from your toothache, you can ask for DENTISTS BE DAMNED, a revolutionary program that will help you end your regular toothache forever. 

For more professional health info, visit us at DASHING HEALTH.

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Ice Facial For Skin An Incredibly Easy Method That Work For All

About Cryotherapy

Cryotherapy known as ‘Cold therapy is a cost-effective and safe way to reduce inflammation. Cold therapy is applying ice to an area of the body for health purposes. Cold therapy is routinely used in the treatment of contusion injuries to ease pain by temporarily reducing nerve activity.

Benefits Of Ice Therapy

Reduces inflammation and swelling on the skin.

Reduces signs of aging such as wrinkles.

Reduces oiliness from the skin.

Reduces pore enlargement.

Soothes skin blemishes

Helpful to remove sunburns.

Exfoliates the skin.

Eases acne and bumps.

Reduces puffiness under the eye.

Gives instantly glowing skin

How to apply ice to your face

All that is required is the genital cleansing of the area to be iced. Ice shouldn’t be applied directly to the skin because it can cause irritation and redness. With this handy little trick, you can add a little bit of soothing to your beauty routine. Instead, wrap an ice cube in a thin cloth to protect the skin on your face and hands, and gently massage your face. “Rub the ice around your face in a circular motion.” It will calm, moisturize, and reduce puffiness. Massage the following areas in a circular motion for continuous relaxation and results:

Forehead

Cheeks

Chin

Jaw

Nose

Ice can be applied to the skin on a daily basis for people with oily skin, but it is not recommended for people with dry skin. You can apply it every two days.

Pro Tip: Do remember to apply moisturizer after every ice facial and don’t apply it more than once a day.

More Ice Therapy Methods

Instead of freezing water, you can try the following: –

Freeze an aloe-vera leaf

Freeze serums

Freeze-sheet masks

Freeze green tea.

Tool For Ice Facial: Ice Roller

Nowadays if you don’t want to use a handful of ice cubes and handkerchiefs for massage best way to do an ice-facial is an ice roller.

Try an ice-facial if you’re looking for a way to soothe your skin after a sunburn. The cooling effect of the ice roller helps to reduce inflammation and redness on the skin by promoting fluid flushing and eliminating puffiness and brightening up the skin. Whether it’s summer heat or post-laser irritation, an ice roller is perfect for your inflamed, irritated skin. Made with water and aloe vera gel, this roller provides the perfect glide while hydrating and calming your face, skin, feet, or any body area. Try it as a cold compress after cryo facial, hydra facial, post laser, post sunburn on paining body parts. You can also use it on your face as is after sun exposure. The best part? It’s safe to use on children too! It helps you look young and feel fresh.

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: A pretty girl like you had lead a life so boring that at 25 you're feeling far too restless. Letting your friends decide what exactly you should do to shake up the monotony in your life, one of them suggests a piercing. Not just an piercing, a tongue piercing. Nervously researching for months until you find the perfect tattoo parlor co owned by Sero Hanta and Bakugou Katsuki. Will this piecing finally bring color back to your gray life or will it make you hate the color red?

Warnings : piercings bb, so needles etc.

AN : this was an idea born in DMS that went straight off the dome in drafts posted HERE and I added another part and though fuck it make it a fic. wc3512

To say you weren't nervous would be a bold face fucking lie. Almost shaking as you sit on a table in a back room of Spit Ink while the hottest, and meanest, looking piercer gathers together the tools needed for your piercing.

Your tongue piercing.

The one that's supposed to help shake up your boring drab as fuck life.

Nails biting into the cushy and clean pleather seat as the male five years your senior looms over you.

You have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work so he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab the wet muscle he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool.

"Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.

Instead he chokes on it

It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.

Hanging on every word

"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."

"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.

"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.

"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"

That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.

"I do everything."

You don't let too much time pass before you find yourself in the presence of Bakugou again. His large tattooed hands slipping into those cherry flavored gloves and it makes you salivate. It’s just him today, no red headed assistant as he gathers his things together, he glances over his shoulder and gives a vicious smirk.

“Yer tits still aren’t out?” The question makes you choke, it was stupid to be shy about taking them out when he would obviously have to see them to send the needle through and then thread in the bar.

Still your fingers shake as you grab onto the top of your dress. Easing it down the mound of your breasts and the weight of them being pressed by the ruched fabric closer to your chest makes them bounce.

Bakugou bites the inside of his lip with his modded canine. It digs too deep into the soft flesh and he laps at the sudden copper taste. Your tits were perfect, everything about them sent him into frenzied thoughts. Of them in his hands, of how soft they’d feel in his large palm, pinching at your nipples to make them hard.

But he didn’t have to, the peaks were already stiffening due to the cold air of the private piercing room. He travels up your tits to see you worrying your lip between your teeth, eyes downcast and he swallows thickly. Your meek expression has his cock twitching in his pants and all he can think about is all of the ways he’s going to ruin you.

Ruin the feel of anyone’s hands on your tits but his own. Anytime someone pawed at your body you’d feel the ghost of his hot palms, pressing and prodding as he molded you as he liked.

Fuck he should not be thinking that right now. He was a professional and he saw pretty tits almost three times a day with no issues before. So why would you, with the perfect sized areola that he could pull into his mouth while his sharp teeth gently scraped at your sensitive bud.

Fuuuuck

He stays quiet now trying to keep a serious expression when really he wants to just look at you. Drink you in and find all of your sensitive spots, he’s about to make your nipples extra sensitive in about five minutes. He wonders if you’ll cum from the pain others have before. Suddenly his ripped skinny jeans grow too tight in the crotch.

He sits on his rolling stool and comes closer to you. Your pretty tits in his face while you sit elevated from him. Corrosive bromine eyes eat at your skin causing a few nervous tremors to rack through your body.

“Ya nervous?” You look up at him and he’s wearing that smile. The one that makes him look like a wolf and you a lamb. Sharp canines are more noticeable while he’s below you like that poking gently into his lip just outside his snake bites. He watches your adam’s apple bob as you gulp audibly.

“A-a little.” You admit and you curl into yourself. As if you could hide away from his perceptive gaze.

“Don’t worry.” He purrs, gently lifting your tits and pushing them together, “I’m the fuckin best.”

He lets them spread to the top of your breast before slowly coming down to your nipples, thumb still hooked under the weight of your pretty tits. You jolt, arching your back and then bucking your hips when he does it again. Letting his fingers graze your nipples with more pressure than before.

“Sensitive.” He purrs and does the action again then again.

It's shameful how your underwear dampens more and more with each passing motion. A harsh squeeze at the fat of your tits before the pressure slowly lets up as he gets to your nipple pinching lightly. Rolling it between his thumb and forefingers. A gasp escapes your plush lips and the sound makes his cock ache. The more he plays with your tits, so slowly and with strong fingers gripping at you, the more your underwear starts to stick to your body.

The more you want to rut your hips and when you try to adjust how you’re sitting your dress rides up, giving him a peek between your thick thighs. Just seeing the damp spot that's growing on your pink underwear.

“So ya like black and pink?”

“Wha-what?”

“Yer underwear, Princess.” He looks down at them again and then back up to hold your doe wide eyes, “Yer showin ‘em off for me.”

“I-I, I’m not meaning to I-”

“I- I-. “ He mocks, “Sure yer not Princess.”

The nickname he’s given you makes you melt, makes you want to act stupid and get it written in his scrawl across your collar bone. Leave it to you to fall in love with the first guy who plays with your tits.

He looks down at the black bars and pink balls he’s got set out for the piercing and pulls his lip into his teeth, debating on if he should throw in a nipple charm for free. It’d look cute as hell and even better if it was in his signature color of red. Deadly smirk grows on his face as he adds the laced red charm that matches the color of his eyes. Hands making quick work of taking the hollow needle and placing the barbell that will be left behind inside your pretty nipple. When he looks up he sees your face drain of color, more than nervous now. You looked ill, like you were about to be sick.

Normally he’d just pierce them while they looked like that, not giving a shit how scared they were, the pain would pull them out of their head but he sets the needle down in the sterile bowl. His hands gripping at your hips and sliding them closer to the edge of the seat. The friction pulls you back into the moment.

“I’ll make it feel good, Princess.” He slides your hips against the seat again. Rolling them roughly as he watches you bite your lip as he sets a quick pace. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as he smirks up at you. He likes the way you squirm, how you place your hands over his but you don’t push away. Even moving along to his movements until your hips start to stutter. You look at him through your long lashes as embarrassed tears threaten to spill.

“So pretty like that.” He purrs, “So fuckin pretty and makin such a mess on my table.”

His eyes flicker between your legs and you see your arousal wetting the paper causing you to mewl loudly. You were so close, thighs spasming as he guided you over the edge. Throwing your head back in pleasure, mouth falling open in a breathy moan and pushing harder at his wrists as he tries to pull another one from you.

“Ya got one more in ya, Princess. I know ya do.” He growls, bruising grip as he presses you harder into the table, “This time lemme see your pretty face.”

Your tits are bouncing from the force he guides you and Bakugou stares at them with pure lust. You keep your eyes glued on him, the coil in your stomach already tightening as he watches the mind numbing pleasure start to rot that gorgeous head of yours.

“Cum.” This time you moan loudly as your body shakes, drooling cunt clenching around nothing desperately as you whimper from the slight overstimulation, “Good girl.”

His praise makes you dizzy as you pull in harsh breaths, shaking from post bliss. He goes to grab the needle with his free hand while the other still holds tightly to your plush hip. Quickly you grab the wrist attached to you. Your skin is clammy on his, tattoos swirling under your palm as you give him a doe eyed look. Was the nervousness back already? He gives a small smile, bringing both hands to squeeze your thick thighs, fingers making divots in your soft skin.

"M right here. It'll feel good. I promise Princess. Don'tchya trust me?"

"Y-yea." A slow nod as you release your knuckle white grip on him. He grinds your hips one more time to watch you squirm and mewl from the overstimulation and to make sure you were still sitting pretty. He keeps his eyes on you for a long moment before going back to your nipple. Passing the needle through the sensitive bud, the pain is so great, so pleasurable it makes you cum. Hard. Grilling at his shoulders and grinding your hips with a loud whine of his name.

"Bakugou." Fuck, you were not making this easy for him. Pretty tits bouncing in his face and suddenly he's imagining what you'll look like sinking down on his cock again. He swallows quickly. Placing on the red laced charm before screwing on the pink balls onto the black bar.

"Takin it so fuckin good." He purrs, leaning over to lay a soft kiss at the fat of your breast. Still a professional in his haze despite having a carnal desire to suck your soft skin and the pretty new metal into his mouth. To lazily lap at with his tongue until you cum loudly for him.

The next one is even more pleasurable, seeing stars as your hips stutter, sharp manicured nails biting into his tattooed shoulders as you whimper. Tears gently falling down your cheeks from how deliciously painful it is.

"Did so well Princess." Bakugou praises and it does nothing to quell your thirst, the throbbing in your nipples is nothing compared to the throbbing in your cunt. Desperately needing to be filled as you think about if he has any piercings of his own.

More than the nipple piercing that peeks out from under his oversized and stretched out muscle t with some heavy rock band on the front. Dermal piercings on his collar bones as well that make you wanna bite the red jewels. The same one that hangs from the charms on your own piercing. He notices you practically eye fucking him and grind.

"I did 'em all myself." Looking you directly in the eye as he palms his fat cock, "Even this one."

When you whimper out loud he laughs, delighting in your needy state. Leaning over to kiss well above your new piercing, this time sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a small mark. You try to keep him there, sharp nails scratching in his pretty ash blonde hair, grazing the undercut as you sigh. He leaves a few more well placed bruises, marking you as his now with both the charms and these little blossoms of color all over your pretty tits. Tracing them with the cool metal ball on his own tongue piercing.

After a few moments he pulls away, scooting back to get a better view of you. He looks over his work but needs just one more thing before he places the bandages over them.

"Stick out your tongue Sweetheart. Lemme see." Slowly you let your tongue hang out. The cherry red barbell ball you picked out is still bright. Your tongue healing beautifully and he really does wish he could use that pouty mouth to ease the ache of his weeping cock.

"Fuck." He growls out, palming himself, "Fuck lemme…"

He trails off, snapping off those bright red gloves and pulling out his phone. He waits until drool is dripping from the point of your wet muscle before he snaps a few pictures. Zooming in to get just your bruised tits and tongue in the picture.

"Perfect." He growls, "So pretty and perfect."

He places another chaste kiss at the tops of your breasts after he places on each bandaid, soothing your whimpers before he pulls up the top of your dress. He stands from his stool below you, offering you his big palm to steady yourself as you step off of the table. You patiently wait for him to give you care instructions as he did last time but instead he rattles off a long number before he makes his way to guide you to the receptionist desk passing you the purse you set down by the door.

"Better hurry up and save that in yer phone." Frantically you dig around your purse for your phone, praying to the gods you remember. Shit did he say five after the four or was it seven. He watches you panic with delight and grabs onto your waist. Squeezing tightly as his gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine.

"It'd be a shame if ya don't save it, then you'd just have to come back and see me."

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AFTERMATH

BTS OT7 X READER

There will be 8 chapters all up, read this chapter and then read the chapter of the member you choose or you can read all chapters for alternative endings!

These are the aftermath characters if you want some back story

wordcount: 11K

college au ?

Warnings: dubcon/noncon touching, violence, alchol and drugs used and mentioned, degrading names (slut), blood, mention of paid sex, drug dealing, implied mxm (vmin and slight yoonmin), internal monolog of wanting to fuck reader while shes asleep (somnophillia), heartbreak and hurt, comming out, reader cant catch a break (members chapters will have individual tags)

Summery:Its strange isn't it, how every decision you make leads you here in the very end. pressed up against him as he is pushing inside of you. has every touch and graze of deep brown eyes led you to this very moment, you cant help but wonder about the what ifs, what if you had never met, had never gone to the stupid party, had never taken that final leap off the deep end, would anything have changed or was it destined to happen at one point in your life. you don't know, all you know is that you have to deal with the aftermath of it all 

or

you go to a party, you have no way home and you must make a choice on who is going to take you home, if they end up taking you home... what happens after is up to them.

( I got the idea for this when i saw the butter cream version concept pictures)

You study your outfit in the floor length mirror, the soft glow in your room doing nothing to ease your nerves. Fingers patting down your jeans to fix any noticeable flaws. Jimin’s burning gaze making you shiver internally when you catch his eyes through the mirror. A  patronizing scoff that makes doubt and red hot anger swell inside. He really got on your nerves, that look of distaste as he eyed your body from behind, his eyes were strangely compelling and you feel like you could fall into a state of madness just looking at them, until he spoke.

"please don't tell me you are wearing that"

You let out a short cold chuckle, why was he even in your room in the first place. You try to act like you don't care about his opinion but you cant help but do another once over of your own outfit, nothing special or eye catching, a pair of pants and a sweater... still cute nonetheless. your eyes sway to the teasing quip of his lip though the mirror. Black heeled boots, way too tight jeans and lidded eyes that sparkle from the gems he stuck under his water line.

You turn to face him now, smokey eyes staring right back. annoyance already building on your tongue "well what am I supposed to wear? your not exactly helping me out".  You hated the smug smirk that filled his cheeks. you hated him even more when his eyes linger on the outfit he had laid out for you on your bed

Seemingly used to the way you yell at him he doesn't mention it instead fiddles with the outfit. "if you were listening and not being so bratty then you would wear this, the cold air wont matter once you get a little tipsy so why don't you be a good girl and put it on" to drive his point to you his lifted up the half empty bottle of liquor, the clear bubbly liquid sloshing around as he takes a sip, his body relaxing further onto the bed as he falls onto his back with pleasured grunt,  you eye the pieces of clothing, a matching set of shear underwear and bra, matching his own black attire along with a mini skirt and shirt

it was very reminiscent of your step brothers own fashion, when you moved into his house he did end up buying half the clothes you now currently own. you try not to think to much of it, his father insisted he take you shopping anyway.

You reluctantly grab the outfit from your bed. "im not wearing that" you fling the revealing bra and underwear that hides nothing , so sheer you might as well not be wearing anything. Jimin just rolls his eyes as he gets up collects the bra from the floor. tongue poking out to wet the corners of his lips from were he smudged the clear gloss he had applied not long ago, giving you no time to gather yourself.

"no one is going to want to fuck you if you look like that" the crude words have you shriveling up inside, hating how he always got under your skin so easily.  it really wasn't any of his business, you just wanted to spend time with your friends.

 "fuck off Jimin, bet your tiny cock cant satisfy anyone, all you have is your looks and shitty music" you know its a lie but you keep eye contact with him, boldly staring into his own eyes that darken by the second, small smile curling at the ends of his lips, you look away. it was definitely a lie. If the whorish moans or broken whimpers that come from his bedroom door was anything to go by , you know from the pool party he hosted last summer at your house, swimming trunks clinging to him revealing just how much he had to offer, that and how he loved those grey sweatpants and tight jeans.

"oh you should watch that mouth of yours before it causes some problems that you wont know how to deal with" you watch him rise swiftly in the mirror, thighs bulging at  the tight strain of fabric as he inches closer behind you. A warm hand skirts up the length of your upper back before he makes way to tuck your hair to the side, finger tips ghosting down your neck.

You swallow thickly, holding your breath, honeyed voice braced against your ear . "you wouldn't want to say something you cant take back hmm" the drawn out sticky sweet voice begging you to say it again, one more time and hell prove you wrong. you could basically feel his heat, his breath leaves goosbumps along your neck.

“Do I make you nervous?”

He brings something to your neck, a pretty sheer choker to fit the outfit. he lets it slip around your neck, eyes never once breaking as he tightens it in his hands, your throat constricts with the pressure and you suck in a sharp breath as he pulls it tight . practiced hands working to clasp it into place.

Then that's it, he walks away from you like nothing had happened and nothing did happen but you cant explain that to your increased heartrate that felt so loud in his silence. He moves to the bed to collect his things that he hastily had thrown there beforehand, your eyes stay on him the entire time through the mirror.

"well my ride is here" his phone rings breaking the fragile bubble of tension he created in your quiet room, you hear the car pull up outside from your bedroom window, Jimin gives you one last smirk before exiting your room.

 You let out a breath you had been holding the entire time as your fingers grip the outfit. You look out the window to in curiosity, watching as Jimin walks towards the car, Taehyung meeting him halfway

.....Taehyung, 

Even the mention of the name had your throat dry. Having had the displeasure to have met him a couple times, him being your brothers best friend and all. He didn't sit well with you, call it a gut feeling but maybe the permanent vexing smirk that pulled at his lips when he was around, the intimidating aura, whatever it was you made sure to keep yourself far away from him as possible. whenever he was over you took extra precaution to keep yourself locked away in your room but you could almost always feel his eyes through the wall.

  Accept for that one time he had caught you off guard.

The cold water hitting your skin as Jimin pushed you into the pool, brazen laugh so loud you could hear it under the water, he jumps in right after. with so many people around you couldn't fathom why we was being so touchy, hands on your waist as he pushed you against the pool wall. "what the fuck do you think your doing" 

You punch his shoulder as you try to swim away from him but Jimin always had the last laugh, pulling at the string of your bikini top. that fucker. you were quick to get out of the pool. clutching the now loose material to your chest as you rush to the bathroom to fix it, not noticing Taehyungs eyes on you as you enter the empty house, a quick glips at his friend to see he was now preocupied with someone else, a quick exchange of the tiny package, counting the money with satisfaction as he gets out of the water

Taehyung looks away when Jimin catches his eyes with a wink, wet hair pushed back and dripping with water as he works on another client.

Stepping into the house, following the wet footprints to the bathroom door and with a final look around him to make sure no one else was around he opened the door, your shocked face met his in the mirror. coming up with some bullshit excuse that he needed to use the bathroom, your body freezing as you tried to apologies with an anxious strain of your voice, trying to  leave the bathroom but he didn't budge from the doorway, blocking your exit.

instead pushing himself in, your feet taking steps back subconsciously, his eyes darting down your body.

"let me help with that" his fingers cold on your bare back as he gripped the strings, moving you further into the bathroom and turning you to face the mirror. the thought of bending you over the sink and having his way with you. wanting nothing more then to rip the bikini from your body instead of securing back in place

His fingers causing goosebumps across your skin as he pushes his body into yours from behind causing you to gasp. "your such a tease you know that right" his words dripped off into a chuckle, speaking low into your ear. his lips brushing the skin just under your ear as you shake under his fingertips. Slowly inching his fingers  under the side straps of your bikini bottoms, one pull and they would pool at your feet

"s-stop" you try to move but he had you trapped against the counter. the porcelain biting at your skin, his hands moving up your sides and over your covered breasts. fear mounting with the shake in your voice with every press of fingers, watching your body gives you away when you lean into his touch.

"you want me to stop your not very convincing moaning like that" his lips back on your neck, the smell of chlorine and something sweet as he kisses under your ear, his fingers going to slip under the material of your bikini but the tension was broken with Jimin calling your name from downstairs and you scrambling out of his hold. your frantic footsteps down the carpeted steps.

Seeing him again had you heart racing, an unsatisfied ache you don't like to acknowledge, an ache only his fingers would mend but also a strange fear that sat right on your chest. stay away.

The memory shatters and you jump when the driver impatiently beeps the horn to get a move on. Taehyungs driver not impressed with having to wait. 

The two break their hug and you watch as Jimin pushes Taehyung up against the door of the sleek black car, a flirty gaze in his eyes as he captures Taehyung in a heated kiss, Jimin's tongue slipping inside his mouth playfully, Taehyung fully resipicating with hands on Jimins waist. Taehyungs eyes open to lock with yours through the window.

 You quickly dip your head away, not really believing what you saw and not getting back up until you heard the screech of tires driving down the road. the room now being so silent you jolt, hand over your heart to calm yourself as your phone rings, your friends would be there in 5 minutes.

  You waste no time getting dressed. Eyeing the sheer underwear Jimin had placed back on your bed before hesitantly slipping them on. No one would know and you didn't have time to find anything else. You slip on a pair of fishnets as if that was going to do anything to keep your legs a little warm before slipping on the leather skirt.

  The�� bra was nowhere to be found, you had looked everywhere. your head scrambles in irritation as you couldn't find any of your bras, items of your draw keep going missing and you conclude you must have just put them out to be washed but you could have sworn you had put it right next your bed.

You didn't have time for this right now, you slip on the shirt and make sure it wasn't noticeable that you were going braless. after a few touch ups you make your way outside, checking twice to make sure the door was locked, looking up at the huge house already regretting not being in your bed. making your way to sit on the curb of your street as you wait for your ride

The air was far to cold for your outfit as you wrap your arms around yourself, nipples hardening under the thin material of your shirt, you knew this was a bad idea. you stand to your feet, already making up your mind that you needed to change. fuck Jimin and his influen- “y/n”

your thoughts are cut off by the sound of a familiar deep voice.

you wip your head around to meet eyes with the kind one of your neighbors. "oh Namjoon- ah msorry- i mean sir, you scared me" his cheeks heat under your smile.

“i told you that you can call me Namjoon y/n”  his smile had you temporary forgetting the biting spring wind. Namjoon couldn't help but eye your figure up close, you looked so different like this and he didn't hide the way his eyes traveled down your body, stopping on your breasts, your perky nipples standing against the biting air just begging to be gropped. He would fuck you right here on the pavement if it wasn't so cold. No he wouldn't do that, you deserve to fucked in the comfort of his home and he was a very patient man. 

His eyes lock back on yours, noticing you had been talking to him, arms wrapped around your body unconsciously pushing up your breast even more and swaying from left to right, a habit he noticed you do often when you were nervous, did he make you nervous?. fuck, he couldn't help the strain against his pants.

Were you doing this on purpose? did you want him to fuck you right here. your words were nothing but white noise, annoying, he didn't hear a word you said but managed to catch a few key words here and there. something along the line of a party and waiting for a ride. Namjoon was so considerate and kind of course he should offer you a ride and you will except because he wont give you much of an option to decline.

He shrugs his jack from his shoulders, moving it over your body with warm hands, having been in his pocket to keep from the harsh air. your words jumble with surprise at the romantic gesture.

  "its cold outside you should know better, please wear this" our cheeks heat feeling like you are being scolded, his hands stay on your waist a little longer then whats acceptable but its Namjoon, your kind neighbor who takes care of plants and reads the newspaper. Namjoon who commutes to work every morning on his bike, shiny car sitting untouched with collected dust in the expensive look driveway.

"i can give you a ride if you would like ? " watching your face with a bit of hope but he saw your brows dip in hesitation. he cursed in his head as headlights cast their lights over your body, the car beeping annoying in the otherwise quiet night. he could see the cold air from your open mouth, hesitating and looking at him with an apology.

your friends scream, a rowdy mess of intoxicated singing as they call out to you, whistling as you blush next to Namjoon. his hands move up to the back on his head, scratching the hair there and watching as you move towards your friends car. "just call me if you need ok ?, and let me know your safe and so i wont have to report a missing person" he joked with a dimpled smile and your friends basically melt. Namjoon was only half joking about you being a missing person but you didn't know that slapping his arm in a flirty manner.

 "thanks Joon" you hop in the backseat of the car and Namjoon shuts it safely behind you. 

“don't drink to much, you to girls please be responsible”, you wave goodbye with a shy nod not before your friends could drunkenly slur how hot he is, Namjoon blushing at all the attention which only seemed to make them melt further.

“Not a girl” 

Yoongi knew he was prettier then most, doll like features and soft lips but come on, Namjoons eyes narrow “oh my bad” Yoongi tucked himself away against the window with closed eyes.

 Namjoon hated the idea of you leaving to a party where other guys could stare at you and he hopes for his sake you keep the jacket on so he can take it off you later. You even left the curtains of your bedroom open and you really should be more careful, anyone could be watching you but he was grateful for the show you gave him, body stripped bare with a hand on his cock watching you change although slightly mad another male had been in your presence. your step brother was a little to handy for his liking and he would have to do something about that. hed known Jimin for a long time, hes grown up a lot over the years enough to know exactly what trouble he was.

Did you want to fuck Jimin?, your own step brother?. his cock strained at the thought of something so filthy, were you that desperate, he could give you everything you could even want and more, much more then some pretty boy. but if it was what you really wanted then Namjoon didn't mind some foreplay, wouldn't be hard to swipe the boy right under his feet and make you all one big happy family, he’s always wanted two kids.

He was ready to be a dad, the sting still hollow from his ex wife with the miscarriage, leaving him shortly after to be alone to wallow in his own self pity and wealth. It was truly lonely but he didn't feel alone when he was with you.

The car drives away , waving goodbye until you couldn't see him anymore, just a dot in the background as you settle in the back seat. Arin shooting you a flirtatious smile as she giggles into your side. "so, have you banged your hot neighbor yet, he’s so cute!" you cant help but roll your eyes at her, typical Arin.

Yoongi sat leaning his head back with his eyes closed lets out a scoff but you don't pay him much mind "no, hes life double my age and.. you know Im not ready for something like that" and just like that the sour taste of past memories burn your throat threating to rise up. Suzy turning around in the passenger seat with a long grone

"when are you going to move on from Hoseok, seriously y/n you need to be dicked down if not from your hot neighbor then someone tonight, its the perfect night for it"

 you fight internally not to let your tongue slip. Yes of course, pills, being blackout drunk with vomit soaked clothes and sucking any dick (mostly her boyfriends, Taehyungs) is the perfect setting. It had been a while since you broke up with Hoseok but you new you were still damaged.

 Yoongi knew this too as he spoke for the first time since you got in the car. "I think you just need to focus on yourself and not other peoples dicks" the passive aggressive monotonous buzz in Yoongis voice was felt as the tension thickened. Memories of suzy and Hoseok together in your own house invading your memories.

You had forgiven Suzy, it wasn't her fault after all, she wasn't the one in a relationship after all, all the commitment fell on Hoseok at the end of the day and he was weak enough to lust over her body, giving him things you could never.

 Yoongi broke the silence that had swallowed your mind. 

"don't think about him anymore ok, he’s an piece of shit and i really should kill him" 

You knew he hated Hoseok for breaking your heart. Yoongi was your best friend after all, always has been and always will be which is why is was easy for him to quit the basketball team, not being able to play with Hoseok without punching him in the face. its sad really you feel immense guilt at the fact that they used to be good friends and his fond love for the sport.

But Yoongi had loved you far longer then he had been friends with Hoseok and it was an easy sacrifice on his part, you needed him and he was there for you. Making dirty money in underground rap, feet swaying under the red L.E.D lights high out of his mind really didn't leave much time for basketball anyway. too busy trying to scrape money together for a cup of ramen noodels before his gig.

"its not that easy you know, what we had was special" you could hear the smug chuckle in Suzys voice, knowing she wanted to say more but deciding against it, Yoongi squirming, the discomfort in his heart a bit too much for him as he stared at the wizzing street lights.

 Arin digged  her hand into her bra, having no pockets to hide the stash of pills, her silky pink skirt rubbing up against your own thigh. "here, just try some, it will get Hoseok of your mind, he’s really not worth it" 

She moves her finger around the pouch, pulling  a pink pill from its content with her pink bottom lip pulled between her teeth. rubbing her side into you, puppy eyes as she holds the pill between perfects manicured fingers 

"pleaaaasse"

 Although tempting, forgetting about hoseok and jumping a random guys dick, but you turn away from her sparkly eyes, "I don't do those things Rin, you know that" she pulls back like shes been slapped. Yoongi too as all he could think about was his next fix, clawing at his insides on his brain like a parasite but Arin didn't have what he needed, he needed to talk to Taehyung about something a little stronger.

You failed to notice the look of adoration in her eyes that drain with hurt. "fine be boring" she slips the pill between her lips and swallows with the bottle of some cherry flavored vodka. nails clinking against the glass and flowing down her throat. 

Suzy snickers from the front seat. "prude" you ignore her words and look to Jane who hasn't said a word the whole drive, driving with her eyes on the road. "how long until we get there?" she meets your eyes in the rear view mirror. "I think we are here actually"

 The house was huge, even bigger then Jimins and you had been awe struck when you moved into the fancy house but this was huge...and crowded, a girl you recognize from your class already throwing up in the grass in the front yard as her friends hold her hair up for her, smudged makeup as she crys over 'that asshole fuckbag’. Arin pulls you out of the car, locking your arm with her own as she pulls you up to the door.

Yoongi at your other side, his hand on your lower back as he guides you into the house and you thank him mentally, the creep and his cracked out friends being blocked by Yoongis frame

The stench of alcohol was rich, burning your nose as you enter. If you thought the front yard was packed then the inside was 100 times worse. Loud music and and red cups or various bottles in everyone hand, mouths attached to necks and wondering hands. 

Arin is quick to hand you a cup and you look at her hesitantly. you don't indulge in alcohol normally, havnt in a long time ever since you had seen the destructive path it could bring  but you take the cup in your hand anyway, letting the cool plastic rest in your palm as you allow her to pull you through the house.

 You feel uneasy, feel the burning of prying eyes on your body, gripping your jacket to bring it close. Drink untouched as your eyes gaze around the room, not sure what your looking for but it isn't long before eyes meet the familiar ones of your brother, his eyes on you as soon as you entered the room.

 A pretty girl attached to his side as she slides her hand across his chest. he cocks an eyebrow at you at your obvious staring, his eyes dropping down your body with a pleasant smile, you had wore the outfit he picked for you. he doesn't break the contact, taking a sip from the red cup, mouth moving to replay to the taller tattooed male to his left. he looked familiar.

Your vison on Jimin is cut however when a body blocks your view , eyes peering up at none other then Taehyungs. his eyes cold as he looks down at you, not used to being so close to the male you cower away from his gaze, shrinking into Arins body next to you.

  He always made you feel a suffocating feeling in your stomach, an uneasy aura. He grabs onto Suzys waist, pushing her into his side as he whispers something into her ear that has her squeeling, slapping him playfully across the chest.

Arin gags at the sight of the two of them. "ok love birds we get it, some of us are single here" she pulls you to her side, even closer if that was possible and Jane just looks around the room in search for something or someone.

 "whos house even is this" you question

Arin gasps as if you just told her you hate puppies. her touchy hands closing around your upper arm in a tight grip. "don't you know Kim Seokjin, like theeee best looking guy in our school, hot body, our schools prestigious basketball player, really hot" your skin pales at the name.

 "o-oh"

Panic surges inside of you. that was Hoseok’s bestfriend, of course you knew him, you knew his dick too but if Seokjin was here that had to mean.... you turn  Arin to you, half in conversation about how dreamy the star was. "i- i have to go, i cant-" its like fate had other plans as just in that moment you spot the warm smile of your ex and he was heading right for you.

 You freeze, not ready for all these feeling that come to the surface, his face filled with nostalgic memories of how happy and painful your relationship was. you down the drink in your hand as he reaches you, gripping into your elbow to pull the drink away from your lips.

 "woah slow down there pretty"

The nickname stings more then the contents of the cup as it burns your throat. you yank your arm out of his hold "I need another drink" you walk off leaving your group of friends and heading towards the kitchen in hopes that he wouldn't follow behind. he did

You yank a random bottle from the bench, pouring its contents into the plastic cup, trying to keep your breathing stable as you feel his presence behind you. you don't wait for him to talk as you down another cup .

 "jesus fuck y/n what's got into you, you don't even like to drink" he tries to pull your attention to him, spinning your body around to face him, caging your body against the cool edge of the counter as he snatches the cup from your hand.

  "since when do you care Hoseok, since when did you ever give a shit about me" your voice wavered in a desperate attempt to keep from letting the tears spill from your eyes, keeping your head high.

 His eyes were solemn as he he gripped onto your arms through the jacket. "i do care y/n, you broke up with ME and then stopped talking to ME when all I wanted was to fix things with you". yea its your fault, always your fault when it came to him

"suzy came onto me, she’s the one you should get rid of, not me, I never did anything to hurt you"

the sharp laugh you let out had him flinching. A classic, blaming other people for his wrongs. never did anything wrong ? you were blind to see the way he always manipulated you, molded you in to what he wanted you to be and you ate it right up for some simple love and affection.

"you know I care about you" he reached his hand out to cup your cheek. you grab the half empty cup from his hand before throwing it in his face. "fuck you Hoseok, fuck you" you leave him in the kitchen, soaked in the sticky beverage and a look of rage in his eyes. cursing at you as he rubs the substance from his eyes, he was quick on your tail although it was hard to see, his vision blurry as the sting in his eyes worsen.

 "you fucking bitch" your name leaving his lips as you maneuvered through the sea of bodies, eyes scanning the room for any of your friends who had now disappeared

Arin grabs your arm, seeing how lost you were in the room full of people, leading you out to the back doors for a breathe of much needed air. "hey are you ok? you look a little red babe" her smalls hands enclose over your cheeks that were red from anger.

"y-yea Rin, im ok just need a drink" her smile reaches her eyes as she wiggles the same cherry vodka in front of your face. "uh you got to love me for always having your back" 

she takes a sip of the bottle, a faint lipstick stain coating the head of the bottle.  her voice turns soft, rolled out syllables of words already starting to slur. 

"i know you didn't expect Hoseok to be here but maybe this will do you some good, closure and all" her hand moves to cover yours, her sweet smile you know any man could fall for, her smile as dazzling as her earrings that flow like water down her neck.

 You don't expect what happens next, her moving in closer, eyes scanning your lips as she learns in, mouth closing on yours as a perfectly manicured hand caresses' your cheek. feeling her silky red stained lips pull in desperation at your own, You pull away slowly, pulling her wrist away from your face, refusing to look her in the eye. 

"im sorry Arin, im just not-... your drunk and i don't li-"you didn't even know what to say, lips still tingling not have seen this coming. the taste of sour cherry on your lips as you keep your yes glued to the floor. she was awfully quiet but you were to scarred to turn and see her broken eyes, her eyes watering as she pulls her lip between her teeth. 

"no, im sorry, im such an idiot" she hits her head with her palms as panic and rejection swell in her face, she dusts the invisible particles from her silky skirt as she stands, her body warmth leaving your side.

 "Arin wait" you grip her skirt in your hands to keep her from walking away "i really need a friend right now, there are plenty guys that will love you, its just not me" you heard the scoff in her voice, the gentle break from unshed tears ripping you apart. 

"i don't like boys" 

You were shocked at her confession. "and you know what, you don't ever let anything good happen to you, you are your own downfall, it wouldn't be so hard to let people love you if you weren't so in love with your own suffering"

Feeling attacked you cant help but attack back. "I never asked you to fall in love with me". you watch her eyes widen, tears falling from her face. "fuck you y/n, all you do is hurt everyone you get close to”

You watch her walk back into the crowd of people slaming the glass door on her way leaving you there to sit in your own missery, just like she had suggested.

You couldn't help but let the tears fall, overwhelming emotions filling you to the brim. you didn't mean to lash out, she was right. you didn't know how to take a good thing if it was handed to you right on a silver platter.

fuck you really just needed a drink. wiping your tears from your eyes, not even realizing how cold it was outside. moving back inside, the party in full swing, people basically fucking with clothes on , grinding on willing bodies or whatever surface they could, their blood laced with a mix of some form of LSD and whatever intoxicating beverages were in the kitchen.

Taehyungs eyes were on you as you move through the crowd. moving suzy off his lap with a whine of protest from her, he had spent the last 20 minutes hearing her bitch behind your back, he knew you two were on bad terms, knew you could spill his little secret that you saw earlier and could ruin everything he had which is why he was quick on his feet.

Your thighs peeking out from your short skirt laced with the stockings that just begged to be ripped from you with no remorse. For the longest time he wanted nothing more then to bend you over, weekend nights at Jimins writing music amongst other things and all he could think about was sneaking into your room and sinking into your sleeping body, maybe even having Jimin join him on his fantasies, keeping your mouth full if you do happen to wake up. but all thoughts like that dissipate when Jimins mouth was sinking down his length.

He was so close, hand reaching out to grab you and push you into the nearest bathroom, he needed to make sure your mouth stayed shut but he was quickly pulled away from you. He grit his teeth ready to punch the lights out of whoever had put their hands on him and away from his goal tonight.

The frown melted from Taehyungs face as he came to face Yoongi, a desperate look in his eyes and Taehyung knew what he needed, pulling him into the bathroom that he had planned to push you into.

  Sitting his friend down on the closed toilet seat. watching as his fingers twitch and shake, leg bouncing as the anxiety rose and filled his lungs. "I need it Tae, I need it" Yoongi was unhinged and Taehyung had promised that last time was the last time, he needed real help not a temporary fix, a temporary high to fix whatever was taking over his mind.

You didn't know about Yoongi’s little habit and he wanted to keep it that way, you still thought he was busy with his degree, had no idea he dropped out. he wanted to be the person you need when you call on him not some weak pathetic human who cant keep his anger inside, nothing but a broken mess without the drugs in his system.

Needs the drugs so he doesn't feel, feel the wandering hands of people he gets paid to fuck. like his mother use to say if your good at something then never do it for free and Yoongi happened to be skilled with his mouth. 

He hated the judmental eyes of hs friend, its not like this is the life he aspired for

The only thing that takes his pain away is the thought of you, holding you in his arms even it was platonically. Taehyung cant give him what he wants this time, a hand oh his friends shoulder to let him down easy.

 "you know I cant Yoongi" and he flinches like he was touched by fire. a dry laugh falling from his lips. Yoongi could only think about how selfish people were. "fine, fuck you" he pushed up from the toilet seat, his hands still twitching as he pushes past him. Taehyung tried to catch up with his friend but yoongi was faster.

His eyes catch Jimin's as he makes his way over, the boys flirty smile as he dances against a random body. "yoongi hyung dance with me" he pulled him by the collar but Yoongi was in no mood. he already knew Jimin wouldn't give him what he needed but asked anyway

"maybe if you get down on your knees and use that pretty mouth I might give it to you” of course he wouldn't give him what he wanted and he had to grit his teeth, typical park Jimin.

 "where is y/n" He needed to get out, the people around him starting  to overwhelm him. the drink in Jimins hand looking inviting, calling his name to numb his feelings out but he had promised you long ago he wouldn't.

 "went up stairs with Seokjin i think" 

Jimins eyes sparkle and his tongue flicks to the side of his cheek, shrugging his shoulders and  trying to twirl him in a dance. the sting isn't unfelt for Yoongi, grabbing the cup that Jimin was already lifting to his mouth and gulping the foul yet familiar liquid for himself.it warms him like a hug from an old friend. fuck it.

Jimind holds up clear package. “so what do you say”

----- Seokjin notices you straight away, your breathing rapid as you push through the crowd, Jungkook talking his ear off about how easy it was to join the force, his younger brother really was something else taking over their fathers career in the law.  Seokjin was going into the law career too but as a lawyer. late nights and little sleep on his part but he allowed himself this night to sped time with his friends and his brother, and you of course.

Jungkook followed the line of sight, watching you take a drink from some poor soul and tip it back down your throat, bumping into a girl as her drink spilt all over herself, sitting up with a squeal.

Your eyes wide, mouth ready in apology as she screams about the soiled dress. Seokjin and Jungkook move at the same time, dread as the girl picks up a stray cup of red liquid, throwing it at your unsuspecting frame.

  "you stupid bitch" the girl storms away, purse clutched to her side as the click of her lepordprint highheels click across the marble floor towards the fireplace that was lit and warming the room. you laugh at the irony, it all comes full circle. you could already see Hoseoks satisfied smile.

Jin reaches you first, warm hand on your shoulder to bring your attention to him. your teary eyes breaking his heart as you stare down at your jacket, fingers trying to dry the fabric in a haste. "s-seokjin" you were freezing, your skin cold , your watery eyes looking into his deep brown ones. you couldn't count the amount of times you had been in this situation with him. your teary eyes soaking his shirt many times.

 You would have been his if not for Hoseok, reminiscing the way he would take you out on cute dates after taking an interest in you at his basketball games. your beautiful smile spreading so much light wherever you go and cant help the deep hate he had for his bestfriend for killing your light. Hoseok had broken you when all he ever wanted to do was lift you up.

The days he would hopelessly pin after you and have you reciprocate for your own selfish desires, leading him on with cute dinner dates and secret smiles only for him. loved the cute way you would dress in your oversized sweaters, taking his sweaters whenever you would come over to his house.

You were never together so he doesn't know why it hurt so bad when you referred to him as a good friend, rejected him, telling him you had someone else that you liked and that you never meant to lead him on.

 Its was all bullshit though when you came crying to him in the middle of the night, not being able to go to Yoongi as you didn't want to be lectured. you were so cruel, stealing kissing from him in the middle of the night, taking your pleasure and leaving him empty and alone in the morning, already rekindling with Hoseok and leaving him with wounds you rip open and let him bleed. he could never be mad at you though because it was you and he would do anything to make you happy.

  He eyes Jungkook to follow him upstairs, gripping your shaky hand and leading you upstairs that he had blocked off from the common party goers. unlocking his bedroom door and ushering you inside, your faint sniffles and stray tears leaking onto his jacket as he moves you into his private bathroom, Jungkook close behind you.

 While Seokjin looks in the draws for things to clean the jacket Jungkook turns you to him with a comforting hand. "hey you, its been a while" ....a while since you broke his hyungs heart is what he really wants to say. you had stopped talking to Jungkook when you stopped talking to Jin, the two came as a pair and so couldn't catch up with Jungkook without running into his brother.

"yea, I'm sorry you have to see me like this" you wipe at your eyes and laugh at the situation. having not seen Jungkook in so long he was almost unrecognizable, the tattooed sleeve and piercings taking you by surprise. "oh congrats for completing law school offi-" your cut of by Seokjin cursing and shutting the cupboards

 "can you go get the wipes from the kitchen kook? " 

Jungkook left without a word, exiting the bathroom with a tilt of his head and flick of his wrist in goodbye to you before the click of the bathroom door. A suffocating silence in the echoing tile walls. nothing was said as he moves your body closer to his, hands on your waist and gasping when he hoists you onto the cool counter top, the cold surface almost painful on your thighs and you cant help the shiver that spreads through your body.

With the boost in height you are now level with Seokjins eyes and you wanted to look anywhere else, not wanting to face the person of the heart you had taken advantage of. In hindsight you would have accepted his love confession but you cant go back in time, that's not how the words works.

Despite that, you felt safe in his arms. his fingers peeling the jacket from your body, leaving you to shudder, nipples hardening. if he did notice he doesn't say anything as he takes the jacket and runs the hem under the warm water. nothing said between you as he works quietly in trying to get the stain out.

  "im sorry Jinnie" your voice strains barely auddaible over the running faucet, he leaves the sleeve to soak under the warm water as he turns his attention back to you noticing the goosebumps on your arms he turns on the heat light. 

You don't know what really warms the blood in your cheeks, the alcohol, the florescent lights or Seokjins hands on your knees, fingers mindlessly moving under the string of your fishnets. drawing patterns on your skin as he speaks to you.

He simply watches you with melencholic eyes. "are you y/n?, you don't sound very sorry" you don't really know how to answer his question, words laying heavy on your tongue and sprinkling over you like a heavy wet blanket. 

His eyes fall as he gathers what he wants to say. "all i ever wanted was for you to be happy you know?" you know. he was always so caring and sometimes you wish he wasn't then you wouldn't feel so guity, avoided his eyes, he always knew what to say and never complained but it was hard to face him now.

  "so are you happy?"

His hands were still on your leg, warm fingers pressing into you skin. his hands traveled higher up your thigh over the flexable material on your legs. He couldn't escape you , couldn't resist you and the way you whimper just from the feel of his fingers.

He couldn't help himself as he leaned in closer to you, eyes on your lips as he let his fingers dance along your thigh, lips connecting to your own. loving to way you gasp as he deepens the kiss, your back hitting the cold mirror, his hand coming up to the side of your face to lick into your mouth.

You felt safe trapped between him, the familiar tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands move, fingers moving over your underwear , thumb pressing down on your clit and Jin biting your lip hard.

 You let out a pained yelp from deep inside you chest, trying to push at his chest to break the kiss. your hand coming up to your lip as it starts to bleed.metalic filling your mouth "what the fuck!" , you push him hard making him scowl, thumb pressing harder into your clit. you hiss in the pain and pleasure that follows, allowing your head to hit the mirror as the continuous stimulation of pleasure reaches all your nerves, arm grabing for his wrist to pull him away.

 "why do you always do this to me" your eyes shake, not used to seeing anything but a kind smile on his face.

The door of the bathroom opens, Jungkook stopping in his tracks, eyes honeing in on the hand underneath your skirt before trailing up to your bloody lip and his Hyung's look of anger. he clears his throat as Seokjin removes his hand from underneath you, grabbing for the wipes in his hand and shooting him a look to leave. Taking the hint and leaving the room, hopes that seokjin would teach you a lesson for your whoring around but also knew Seokjin loved yo to much, you didn't deserve him. moving downstairs to find something to busy himself with, this was his party afterall. -----------------------------------------------

Jin turns back to you. rubbing at his eyes like even being in your presence exhausted him. taking the wipes and rubbing out the stains left in your jacket. "what did you mean why do i do this to you, you kissed me Seokjin"

  He discards the jacket on the counter leaving it to dry. moving back between your legs, hands on your knees pulling them wide to make room between them. "you always do this to me, jumping from one man to another. what from Hoseok to Taehyung and back to me just so you can use me and leave again?" you blink speechless not knowing how he knew about Taehyung. remembering the way he had you pined against the bathroom sink.

  "how did you know about that" 

All he could do was scoff, of course that's all you worried about, not the fact that you continue to break his heart. his thumb reaching to dig into the slit of your lip, bursting pain leaving you to whimper "whatever y/n" with that he took off, leaving you alone in the quiet bathroom. -------------------- You make your way down the stairs with wobbly legs, securing your still damp jacket over your frame. you heard it before you could see it. the sound of Suzys voice in a fit of rage over the loud music. A small group of people surrounding the couple as she slaps Taehyung across the face, shoving her phone into his face....a picture taken at the pool party , Taehyung having you trapped as he kisses at your neck.

You get he a notification to your phone sent by Arin. The picture burning your eyes in a panic. the small text underneath the photo,

I told you that you'd be sorry. 

Was this supposed to some sort of payback. thinking back to the day Taehyung had forced you up against the hard surface while Jimin had been out in the pool with all your friends, well all except Arin it seems.

 You squeal as you feel a pair of hands on your from behind but a hand is quicker to capture your scream into his palm.

"shhh follow me"

It was Jimin and he was pulling you away from the scene just as you see Hoseok push through the crowd and up to Taehyung with nothing but rage. Jimin leads you to a secluded room, cursing as he stumbles a little before creaking the door open, surprised to find no one fucking on the bed and he ushers you inside and shuts the door and locks it from any intruders.

You sit yourself on the end of the bed in deep though as Jimin groans about the pain in his calfs from standing so much tonight, flopping himself on the bed with giggle that didn't really fit how you felt right now but that was his specialty, not being able to read the room.  

Thoughts about how this picture would be spun out of context, he had put his hands on you without your ok and he would have dont alot more if not for Jimin’s drunken voice booming for your very need aperience. The memory sill haunting you, hands caging you to the wall and the never ending smirk on his face. Thoughts about Arin, the betrayal and deep level of hurt at your friend for doing this to you, suzy calling you a slut as she shouts at taehung so loud even you wanted to believe it the way her voice cracked.

 "thought you might not want to be apart of whatever that was, what a shit show" you could only hum in response, not really knowing what to say , you had caused all this.

 "there is enough room for two you know?, why don't you join me my lady" It was hard not to laugh at Jimin's humor even if it was annoying at times and usually made you want to push him of a cliff.

 He pats the space next to him and and you eye the spot carefully, his eyes were not so careful, so inviting, a sparkle that only he had.  sensing your hesitation he reached into his side pocket, not being able to find what he wanted he planted his feet on the bed and lifted himself to reach into his very back pockets. thinking he was taking his pants off your eyes go wide as you look away.

"Jimin what the fuck", the snicker in his voice made your cheeks red. "my pants are on, I'm not that easy y/n" his cheeky tone always dripped with something more. looking back just in time to see him pull out an array of things from his pocket and you have to wonder ho he fits it all in there.

 "iv got a bag of skittles and some makeup to fix up all this" he vaguely refers to your smudged makeup and tear stained cheeks.

  "if you will let me" his voice a whisper as he pats the spot next to him again, propped up on his elbow. this would be ok if not for the way he said it, eyes already dark like an unspoken promise that once you lay down beside him then you are done for.

 You do as he say with a reluctant sigh. Taking the spot next to him and you lay on a bed you diddnt know belonged to. The satisfaction on Jimins face as he passed you the bag of skittles. "good girl"

 You try to control the way your stomach leaps, opting to hit him against his chest instead. Jimin gasping in mock hurt at the non existent pain you caused.

 "just keep your hands to yourself" your tone serious as you give him a pointed stare.

You should have known, when you say walk Jimin says runs, it was always the dynamic you had and that's why you Shouldnt be surprised when hecompletelyy ignores your request, grabing your jaw with his hand to bring yourattentionn to him.

 "well as a makeup artist I will have to touch your face so no promises" there was no hiding the blush now, distracting yourself but opening the half eaten packet of skittles and shoving a red one in your mouth.

 "what else do you have in your pocket, why not just buy a bag" you eye the other things that he had discarded on the bed a little pouch of power, car keys, wallet, condoms, lipgloss and ? what was that. you go to pick up the small object but Jimin pushes you back down. "ah ah ah don't be so nosy" he had gotten incredibly close to your face , swalowing thickly.

 "now stay still"

You wish the sweetness of the candy would distract you, staring up at the ceiling instead of Jimins face as he prepares the makeup essentials. bringing his thumb to his mouth before reaching under your eye to rub the stray mascara off making you flinch. He shoots you an annoyed glance

 "be still for ill have to start over". It was a torturous time, feeling his body heat so close warming your body , his hands working over you face, resting against your temple as he worked on the eyeliner.

“how did you get into makup?” 

His eyes flick to your your own before continuing the wing of thick black liner.”you know im a preformer, the hired makeup artist never could quite get it so I taught myself, you should come one night”

you had never seen him so focused and you humm in completion.  

You knew he could see how humiliated you felt under his constant evaluation, how vulnerable you felt when he came at your face with the wand of the mascara. His hand on your chin as he lifts your head to get a better angle of his work.

The silence was a nice change of mood but it was also suffocating you, Jimin so focused in his craft that he didn't even notice you haven't spoken, his own smokey eyes staring so intently at your own.

He dabbed his brush into the glittery eyeshadow, blowing at the ends of it before bringing it to you eye, apparently the hard part was done as he started to talk again "so you really fucking Tae now?, you seem to causing so many problems tonight baby" 

Baby ?there he goes again. the arogent smirk that made you so mad, this is not what you needed right now, a shoulder to cry on maybe but not a asshole that is your brother.

 "No I'm not fucking your friend, are you?" you know the jab may have been uncalled for but you don't find any satisfaction when he gives you nothing but a firm pinch. "don't scrunch your face, you'll ruin my work" The silence runs thick, the bass of music through the door as he now works on your lips. "and what problem have i caused you ? all i did was show up in the outfit you picked... I haven't even spoken to you tonight" eyes moving from the work he was doing on your lips to lock eyes with you, a look you didn't really know how to digest.

 "oh you have caused me many problems, and your making it very hard for me to not solve them". Eyeing your outfit that he was so proud of putting together. The skirt running a little shorter then he expected "you wore the outfit, but" he sucks in a breath through his teeth as he if he was contemplating something

 "what is this"

He moved closer to your body, hovering over you as he pulls the jacket from your chest, letting it lay open. you hated your body for reacting. You hated him for his constant teasing. He pushes the jacket that was thrown over your shoulders, leaving you only in your thin shirt. you felt a rush of insecurity to your exposure 

"no bra ?"

 His eyebrows lift in your direction as if asking for an explanation but nothing could come out from your mouth other then covering up with crossed arms he moved closer to you, a hand on your thigh as he leaned into your ear. his breath was warm on your neck. "what a little slut" .

Your hands were pushing at his chest, sitting up on the end of the bed, wiping around to face him. Your stomach dipping and whirling as the words settle, leaving him there on the bed "i said keep your hands to yourself" 

You stand to your feet and straighten your skirt, his eyes still on your body. you heard the sheets of the bed move as he got to his feet, cleaning his voice. "well you know were not related y/n,"

 You could hear the sound of his heels making its way closer to you, his eyes inviting you in "yet you hold yourself so much higher then everyone else with  a stupid set of morals and rules but your no better then me, princess"

 His hands were at your waist, pushing you up against the door, the exit of the room you had been heading to. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in, your breath hitching as you prepar yourself to feel his lips, closing your eyes.

 You felt the breath of his chuckle in your ear, eyes snapping open when he moves your jaw to the side. your eyes coming into contact with your own reflection. A mirror hanging on the wall of the bedroom showing showing just how close he was. burning up with embarrassment at the thought of you anticipating a kiss and anger for how he had played you.

 Fingers running from the base of your ear down your neck to the hem of your shirt "not so nice to be teased hmm" airy chuckel as he pushed off your body, shooting you one last look before pushing you to the side to leave the suffocating room.

 You felt heat surge throughout your body, anger that Jimin always having the last words, the last laugh. You collect yourself, admiring yourself and Jimin work in the mirror, still feeling the tingel of his fingers on your neck, your jaw clenching at the memory.

 A buzz in your jacket pocket from your phone had your attention, you exit the room checking the message on your phone, surprised at how much time had passed, the party still going strong as sweaty bodies grind up against eachother as you read the message. 

It was Namjoon asking if you were ok. you cant help the smile, pushing Jimin from your mind as you scramble to unlock your phone. texting out a reply, pausing to think about the cute dimpled man that was so quick to give you his jacket and checking on you. you wish everyone could be a bit more like Namjoon. Thoughts turning not so innocent when you think about his body, the times you had seen him working out in his living room through your window. Maybe it was an age thing but Namjoon sounded so much better then whatever this party was.

Thoughts shattering when your phone is knocked out of your hand, falling to the ground with a crack. "oh shit my bad" a voice slurs in your direction. You crouch down to pick up your now cracked phone, looking up still in shock and anger at the culprit. Ready to cuss out whoever had been so careless, anger fading when you end up looking into the blood shot eyes of Min Yoongi.

 "yoongi?" your eyes travel to the glass of alchol in his hand and with wide eyes now full of anger you try to snatch it from him but he pulls it away from your reach at the last second. He smiles as you with hazed out eyes, "Y/n baby i-fuck" He pulls you into his embrace as he stumbles on his feet, keeping the drink out of your reach, you ignore the warmth in your cheeks from the pet name, choosing to chalk it up to drunk talk as he settles his face into your neck 

"Min Yoongi what do you think your doing" you try to reach for his red cup again he flinches as if he had been burnt.

 "Jesus y/n, get of your fucking high horse, its one drink" you frown, not used to this side of your friend, always had nothing but love and patience for you. "you know your not supposed to drink, you promised "

"yea an an-d I thought you were done with Hoseok but apparently you still fuck him, you really are just a slut" your mouth gapes open as Yoongi downs the rest of his cup, the pain of tears behind his eyes wanting to gush down like a faucet but instead he gives you a lazy smile as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve , shoving the empty cup into your hands. 

"i know you didn't mean that, your drunk" 

He tips his head back as he laughs, his cheeks red with the amount of poison coursing through his veins, he really needed a cigarette, or another drink if he had to deal with you or rather his feelings for you. He might just take what he wants if hes not carefull.

"you just don't get it, you never get it" he stepped closer to you, his face coming closer to your own, you could feel the edge of his breath on your face.   "your selfish y/n, so fucking selfish" he backs you up against the wall, the backs of your shoes hitting the edge as you shrink into yourself, much to shocked to say anything. His mouth acends against your ear, body caging you in. 

"and im the fucking idiot because you don't even know it" He leaned back to look you in the eye, his eyes unreadable as he stared down at you, his eyes fliciking down to your lips before he stood back to his full height. you breathe, not knowing you had held your breath all this time but it doesn't last long as your breath hitches when Hoseok comes out of nowhere, his hands balled into fists as he grabs Yoongis shirt with two hands and pins his against the wall you had been leaning on

Yoongi lands against the wall with a hard thump, his eyes lazily staring back into the rage that colours Hoseoks eyes. "oh Hoseok, we were just talking about you" Yoongi gives him a small smirk, his tougue licking at the corner of his mouth teasingly as he slurred the words, Hoseok pushes him further up the wall making yoongi bang his head with a hiss, the intensity in his eyes maximizes as he slams him again.

  "HOSEOK, what the fuck are you doing" you rush over in a state of panic to grip his arm from where he had your bestfriend by the throat, Yoongi smiling at the fuming man. "yea Hobi lighten up" Yoongi licked his lips to wet them before laughing.

You pull at Hoseoks arm and try to squeeze yourself between them only to get pushed back by Hoseok, no one else paying you three much mind. Hoseok seethed, his vein pulsing in neck as he dug is arm harshly into Yoongis throat "shut the fuck up" Yoongi laughs again but this time it comes out choked and manic. Yoongi grabs his shirt and brings him close to whisper something into his ear, Yoongis eyes flicking over to you as he speaks into his ear. almost like he had been electrocuted Hoseok shoves him hard against the wall, his fist coming up before colliding with Yoongis cheek.

 You scream, running up to pull Hoseok away to winch you were met with the back of his hand as you fall to the dirty stained carpeted floor, the wind being knocked out of your lung as you clutch your face in the throbbing pain.

Hoseok was wide eyed as he stared at you. "y/n it was an accident" Yoongi chuckles, wiping the blood from his mouth as he gets up from where he had stumbled. wiping down his pants from the spilt drink. "you seem to be good at hitting people, no wonder y/n left you" Hoseok snapped his head back to Yoongi, jaw clenched as he lunges again. his fist comming against the dry wall as Yoongi dodges the fist, stumbling into some random girl as they both fall. The girl screamed as Yoongi tumbles down, ripping the girls skirt in the action to try and hold onto something , Hoseok not sparing him any time as he gets on top of him, his fist coming up to lunge at Yoongis face.

"HOSEOK FUCKING STOP IT" you get up off the floor to rip at his jacket but Jungkook was faster. rushing to pull the angered male off your bestfriend ."fucking chill " Jungkook pulled Hoseok to his feet and pushed him away from the crowd.

  "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM Y/N"

 Taehyung comes to help Yoongi from the floor as you rush over to him. Blood gushing from his lip and over his shirt. you couldn't help but let tears well in your eyes " what the fuck just happened" He didn't answer, Seokjin came down to see all the commotion and pulled you away outside, you protest the whole way insisting that you need to make sure Yoongi was ok.

 You pulled at his arm and dug your feet in the dirt, eventully he had enough of your tantrum and lifts you over his shoulder like you were nothing. "stop being such a brat"

You give up begging him and let him carry you walking over to the campfire that he had by the back of the house, plopping you gently on the tree log before letting out a sigh.

 "Are you ok? did you get hurt"

He sits down beside you as you stare at the orange flames crackling under the night sky. "you seem to keep saving me tonight huh?" 

He smiles at you as you two share the comfortable silence, tension still lingering in the air but Seokjin was a weak man. you let the warmth from the fire settle the exhaustion in your body

"I'm going to go check on Yoongi, go home y/n" and with that he left you there, any warmth from the fire vanishing as something ugly settles in your gut. you let the tears overwhelm you, you hated to admit it but you were terrified, you didn't want to be alone but you watch as his sillouete walks back into the house The night air reeking of alcohol and smoke. This whole night was a mistake, feeling every emotion you could feel all in the spam of a couple hours knowing it couldn't be healthy for you body, your muscles already aching with the ups and downs.

 You had no way home, the fear daunting on you the more you sit in the silence, only having the cackle and the warmth of the fire to keep you company. Arin had already left and even if she was still here you knew she was much to hurt to talk to you and after what she did you don't even think you are friends anymore. Suzy hated your guts and you haven't seen Jane since you first arrived. who are you going to ask to take you home ?

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

taehyung’

Jungkook

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i really hope this is decent and that you like it.

[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Could we maybe, once you got the time, energy and inpiration, get Jameson taking care of a sick allyn? 🥺 - theo-

Allyn's face is flushed, two red smears like paint that fade their freckles under the rush of blood. Jameson leans over them, dabbing with a cold wet washcloth at their forehead, cheekbones, jawline, down the sides of their throat.

They exhale, eyes closing with the momentary relief. "I feel so silly," They say, voice soft to avoid making their throat ache any worse, swallowing with difficulty around the swelling. "I hardly ever got sick before."

"You're not silly," Jameson answers, leaving the washcloth laid flat over their collarbone and the hint of their chest that peeks out from under the blankets. He shifts, sitting just at the edge of the bed so his knees can stay bent. His crutches are leaned against the wall, easy to grab onto at a moment's notice. "Getting sick happens. I get sick all the time."

"I didn't used to, before... Before my master died." Allyn sighs, wistful and sad, and Jameson watches them. The rain shower taste of their voice lingers on his tongue, not a good or bad taste, just an Allyn taste, through and through. Water and atmosphere, a hint of green. "He took care of my health, he took it very seriously."

Jameson quirks a cockeyed smile. "Yeah?"

"Yes." They sigh and close their eyes. Jameson watches their eyelashes, not quite resting against skin. "Every morning I took vitamins, five different ones. I had a toner for my skin, a serum, a moisturizer with sunscreen, my makeup... Every morning."

"Sounds like a lot of work. Nanda was just happy if I washed my face."

"I had to be perfect," Allyn sighs. "No flaws."

Jameson swallows, thinking of the scars on his face, his back, his thighs. His ruined knees and fingers. "We always have to look perfect," He whispers. "Or we're worthless. Just one more piece of fucking trash."

To his surprise, Allyn opens their gray-blue eyes and looks up at him, reaching out to take his hand in both of theirs. The heat of their palms eases some of the ache. "I had to be perfect," They say, voice low. "And he took care of me. Because I was perfect. But when I wasn't... He didn't care. You take care of me even when I'm not perfect."

"I don't know." Jameson looks away from the sincere intensity of their gaze, down at their hands holding his. "I can't even fucking take care of myself. I'm sure as fuck not perfect."

"You don't have to be, anymore. I don't have to be either." Allyn's smile, just at the edges of his vision, pulls his eyes back to their face. He finds himself smiling back. "I was perfect, but I wasn't happy. I didn't even know what happy was to know I wasn't. Now... I haven't washed my hair in two days and I haven't even tried to ask Jake to buy me serum and toner for my skin. I'm not perfect."

They pull his hand to their mouth and kiss his fingertips, one by one.

Jameson finds his mouth suddenly terribly dry. "Allyn-"

"I'm not perfect," They whisper. "But I'm so, so happy."