#does bro just do like. a fucking manicure on his hand hole

[loreleilangenue]

Alastor's hand has this weird little indent thing going on, how tf did bro do that? does he just have a fucking hole in his hand? can you just see straight through his hand?

[fairyoftbz]

it's never too late... | b. jacob

🏀 pairing: crush! basketball player! jacob x fem!reader 🏀 genre: high school!au, fluff, (sort of) strangers/acquaintances-to-lovers 🏀 word count: 5.2k 🏀 tw: very cliché 😳 and it goes kinda fast lmaoo 🏀 a/n: lisa I'm sorry I took this long to do your request, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!! ALSO: to my fellow Americans, here football = soccer!! 🏀 requested: yes! thank you lisa!! @skrtbabe

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You had waited for this time since the beginning of your academic journey there. Graduating from high school was two months away, and it felt just as exciting as weird.

It felt like you had started your first year last week, but the amount of work and time spent in those dull buildings makes you feel like you’ve been there for at least five years.

It was exhausting to attend classes and see the same people every single day of the year, with repetitive subjects, annoying or cool teachers depending on your luck and everything that followed. The homework, the assignments, the small -or not so small- fights between classes or groups of people, you were praying that university wouldn’t sound like that.

However, at the same time, you were almost starting to feel nostalgic for this time. The last years where you could remain a bit silly before entering the adult world, being in your last teen years with people that you appreciated and met there. You chose to do this before letting them go and live your own lives, memories that will disappear if you don’t cherish them enough.

So, with Soyeon, your best friend, you decided to enjoy the time that you had left to do things together while still studying and revising for the exams, which was sometimes not easy to do. Yes, you shared classes, but personal and private activities sometimes came in the way and prevented you from hanging out.

“It’s life after all,” she said one night over the phone as you shared your opinion on this topic, “it’s good that we can be together almost 24/7, but sometimes, things don’t allow us to be together. It might be for the best, we never know,” she said, trying to be positive no matter the situation she was in, but you knew her well. As much as she wants to appear strong, you had found her many times crying on her own. But it was her personality, and no matter how hard you tried to change her, what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh.

Soyeon wasn’t your only friend, you were getting along well with most of your girl classmates, as well as the boys that weren’t suffocating under the number of pick-me-girls that were populating your school and your class.

Sadly for you, you’ve been eyeing the most popular (and prettiest) boy in your whole school since you crossed gaze with him at the very beginning of your first year there. Jacob, your crush, was also the star basketball player of your school, and constantly surrounded and attracting cheerleaders or rich, random, good-looking girls, which had a knack for getting on your nerves. He was always spending time together with his pals and teammates, but other people as well. Everyone wanted to be his friend because you know, he had a promising career ahead of him, so it was always nice to be friends with a potential future celebrity.

As defeated as you were, there was still a small voice in your head telling you to do something before he left to go back to his home country, South Korea, where he had a career already planned and traced out.

You were confused as it was almost impossible for you to get a chance with him since you were not one of those girls and you simply couldn’t compete against them, but Soyeon and her boyfriend Sunwoo were always there to praise you and reassure you about your potential chances of dating him. Never convinced by your friends’ words, you had tried many times to get him out of your head and focus on someone else, but it never worked. Everything came back to him. He was unique and oh so nice, everything reminded you of him, and it was sickening at this point.

“He won't get out of my head, it’s getting on my nerves,” you shared your thoughts to your best friend as you braced your head in your hands, slapping your cheeks as if it were going to change anything and help you throw Jacob out of your brain.

“Why do I keep this stupid boy in my head when I know I don’t stand a single chance against those girls,” you slapped your cheeks harder and whined as Soyeon’s hand landed on your wrist.

“Y/N, stop your nonsense. You are perfect, you don’t need to change anything for him!”

“It’s easier said than done, you pulled the football star player!” you exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes, shifting closer to whisper.

“He pulled me because he knew that I am pretty, and that wouldn’t change a single thing for him. If he’s not happy with who I am, he can leave,” she shrugs, signalling you to do the same if you dated Jacob.

Sunwoo was also among the popular boys, but your friend remained the same, not even trying to fit in with the popular girls. She claimed that Sunwoo fell in love with her for her true self, so she didn’t see the point of changing to please other people. And you wished you had her confidence and her strength, admiring her for not changing anything about herself to please others.

Back to the present.

You felt stuck, desperately in love with an unapproachable boy who was too popular and way out of your league to be lucky to have his eyes sparing you any sort of attention. Even if he was a sweet young man, he was always surrounded by popular people, who were trying to hook up or use him for his school fame and sharp features.

One day, while studying with your best friend at the library, Sunwoo and one of his friends, Hyunjae, the football captain, burst into the library and come not so quietly to your table.

“For the love of God, can you both be quiet for once?” Soyeon whispered-yelled but her voice got toned down by Sunwoo vividly pressing his lips on hers, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Hyunjae laughed but quickly gagged as they didn’t stop the kiss as quickly as the captain wished.

“Gosh, please, get a room,” he mumbled before hugging you, your knee resting against his as his arms pressed you against his chest.

Your friendship with Hyunjae felt more like siblings, he was genuinely nice and caring with you, making sure that you were okay and that you had enough of everything before allowing you to go home. Despite all the teasing and a few rumours going around school, you were not dating and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. He simply checked that you had an older brother figure since you were the first-born child, and it felt relieving.

The thing you did not know was that Jacob and a few of his basketball teammates, Juyeon, Eric and Younghoon, were a few tables away from yours, your back facing them, the future star looking at you and Hyunjae from the corner of his eyes. He nodded at his friend at your table, who gave him a wink as an answer, Jacob’s eyes burning holes into your back as Hyunjae was close to you. Too close to you for the basketball player not to feel something churn in his stomach.

Two long, manicured fingers snapped in front of his eyes to get him out of his reverie, lazily looking at the girl that sat across from him, who he was supposed to get help from.

“Jacob please, pay attention to meeeeee,” she whined and pouted, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn’t give a single fuck about, too busy in his mind to hear what she had to say.

She had volunteered to help him study History, but she wasn’t any better, probably worse than he was. It was already the third time Juyeon corrected her basic knowledge without being an expert himself, not even caring about the death glares she kept sending him. It only made him smirk as he knew it irked her dearly yet amused the rest of the table a lot.

They all sighed as she finally took the hint and left their table, Jacob bitterly chuckling as Hyunjae rolled his eyes when she walked past your table, his demeanour making you laugh.

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“Bro, do you think I should ask Y/N for help? Isn’t that a bit… lame?” Jacob sat on one of the soccer balls, hands joined and panting as Sunwoo practised his dribbling skills before shooting the ball in the cages, aiming for the up-right corner. He trotted to his friend and collapsed on the grass next to him, the last rays of sunshine offering his skin a wonderful, honey glow. He ruffled his hair after plopping down, checking his phone for any message before answering.

“If you need help, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask her. I mean, she’s super smart in every subject, but she’s just the boss in History. Her presentations are always golden, and she explains things a lot better than some of the teachers.”

“I got Smith as a teacher,” the basketball player grimaced, his left hand holding his right wrist as his gaze wandered in the grass.

“We’ve got Antal, and I can tell you that she’s always mad when Y/N does a presentation because they honestly just sound better than her lessons,” Sunwoo chuckled as Jacob pondered his friend’s words, the gears of his mind working at full speed.

How is he going to be able to approach you and get to talk to you?

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“Bestie, no. I swear I saw that in the other book,” you said as you found yourself back in the library the following week, bending over the table to grab the book your best friend was resting hers on. You started flipping some pages when a loud, masculine chortle followed by some whispers of annoyance drawing your attention.

“Hi, babe! Hi Hyunj- Oh hi Jacob!” your neck almost snapped as you abruptly lifted your head up at the mention of your crush’s name, a small, embarrassed smile making its way on your mouth. You were a bit sad that your brother best friend was not here with Sunwoo, but you weren’t going to complain to have your crush instead.

“Can I sit here?” the basketball player asked in a soft voice while pointing at the empty spot next to you, making you quickly nod and gather your stuff to make him some space.

You resumed searching for the precious paragraph you were searching for your project as if it were nothing, trying to ignore your stammering heart in your chest and the couple eating each other's mouths. The only thing you hoped was that Jacob couldn’t hear the loud, irregular beats in your ribcage because it would give in your attraction to him.

“Hum, Y/N?” the voice next to you made you flinch, surprised that he knew your name and that he said it aloud.

“Y-Yes?” you said, cursing in your head as you stuttered.

“I heard that you were the Ace when it came to History,” Jacob started, and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, fire spreading in your chest up to your face.

“I can’t really say that I’m the Ace, but I really love that subject, so yeah I have some… knowledge,” words tripped over your tongue, and your best friend pulled away from Sunwoo and scoffed.

“Some knowledge? Are you kidding?” she said, Sunwoo placing a hand on her mouth as she was louder than intended. She removed his palm and furrowed her brows at him, before turning her head back at you with the same angry expression.

“She knows so fucking much that Antal hates her because she feels humiliated compared to Y/N. So let me tell you one thing, Cobbie, if you need help, you’ve come to the right person. Y/N is just a living encyclopaedia,” your best friend proudly smirked as you glowered at her, Sunwoo chuckling at his girlfriend’s behaviour before immediately stopping.

“Wait, did you call him Cobbie? How come you call him like that when I get nothing other than babe or baby?” Sunwoo argued while pouting, and your best friend sighed, ruffling his hair before pressing her lips against his one more time, making you slightly grimace as envy flooded your veins.

You sighed and dared to look at Jacob, who was reading the beginning of your essay written on your computer, leaving Sunwoo and your best friend bicker like the cute couple they were.

“Do you have this project too?” you asked, and he shook his head, eyes remaining glued on the computer screen.

“It’s so interesting what you wrote, I like your way of writing and explaining stuff,” he offered a small smile as he looked at you, clearing his throat. For someone that was super popular and constantly surrounded by friends or people at parties, he behaved and sounded quite like an introvert.

“W-Well, thank you,” you said with a smile and turned your head to the side for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, opening a new tab on your computer after he gestured to you that he was done reading.

“What do you need help with?”

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You were astonished at how quick-minded Jacob was. Behind his fit, muscular appearance and obsession with basketball, he had the soul of a thinker and grasped the knowledge of historical concepts quite easily and rapidly. He just wasn’t good with the way Smith was teaching, the method not suiting him.

“You retain things well for someone who hates History,” you joked, and he shyly smiled, scratching his neck. His smile looked gorgeous, and you were pleasantly surprised at how much of a genuine person he was.

“Well, History is not my cup of tea, but it might be a bit more thanks to you,” he said, and you tried to stifle a smile, thankful that your best friend was no longer sitting across from you because she wouldn’t have let you two live.

“It’s nothing. You can come back to me if you need help, I really don’t mind. I actually like explaining things,” you said, and he nodded, clicking your pen close before placing it in your pouch.

“Thank you, really. Sunwoo was actually the one that told me about you, so I have to thank him as well,” you stood up and slowly started to pack your stuff, shutting down your computer with a smile.

“I’m glad he did so, I just hope it was positive,” you giggled, and he quickly joined you, twirling his pen in between his fingers as he cleared his throat.

“You know, it’s Sunwoo. It can only be nice and positive,” you genuinely smiled at him and fall in silence, throwing glances at each other from time to time as the conversation was slowly starting to die down.

“And... How’s basketball going by the way? Is everything going well?” you asked, and his heart skipped a beat at your question as it took him off guard.

“I-It’s going pretty well, I’m excited to finish high school to be able to focus on basketball. I’m gonna have to take some of my last finals in South Korea because the season and the training start pretty early in Summer so…” his voice trailed as his eyes widened, a hand slapping his mouth as you both stood up.

“What?” you quizzed, confused by his sudden change of behaviour.

“I… was meant to keep this a secret,” his voice trailed, the end of his sentence falling in a whisper as he started panicking. “Can we pretend you didn’t hear what I said?” he asked as you placed your bag strap on your shoulder, taking your sweater before pushing the chair against the table.

“Said what?” you replied with a smile, and Jacob sighed in relief, somehow feeling like his secret was safe with you, even if you’ve talked to him for the first time at the beginning of the afternoon.

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The rest of the month rolled off smoothly, yet the stress and the revisions became more intense as the days went by. You didn’t hear anything back from Jacob, but you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, offering him an awkward wave and a smile as not to get noticed by some of his “fan girls”, as they called themselves.

You still had a whole month left before finals, and you felt blessed as summer decided to start a bit earlier this year. It was only the beginning of May, but you were already able to wear shorts and dresses. It felt good to see the blue sky and being surrounded by the warmth of the sun hitting your exposed skin after the cold, lonely winter and spring you’ve just got out of. Everything looked prettier and warmer, and it did nothing but make you happier and brighter, despite the stress of the finals piling up on your shoulders.

So, to get rid of this pressure, you decided to leave town with Hyunjae and let him drive to one of the lakes that surrounded your town, knowing that the beach and parks would get crowded in no time. It was a place that you used to go to with your parents when you were still a child, memories that you shared with your friend coming back flooding in your mind.

Hyunjae and his family tagged along to give you some company and take care of you as your parents were busy looking after your newborn twin sisters, Hyunjae and his younger brother acting like elder siblings to you.

After driving for a few dozens of minutes, you settled your stuff in the shade, right under a weeping willow that offered you freshness throughout the entire day. Your best friend napped almost the entire time you were there, hand lingering on his abs while the other plucked out some grass until he dozed off, trying to store as many hours of rest as possible before finals. By his side was you, reading a book and enjoying the chilly water to cool down from the hot temperatures of early Summer, playfully nudging the young man next to you each time he was starting to snore.

It’s near the middle of the afternoon that you heard another car pulling up near the lake, a bunch of excited teenagers coming out of a van. You didn’t pay much attention to them, only sighing as your peace was about to get ruined, their screams when they jumped in the water woke your best friend up.

He abruptly sat up next to you and rubbed his eyes, some sleeping marks lingering on his face, making you giggle. Being the short-sighted idiot that he was, he squinted to try and recognise some people, but he didn’t have to.

A young woman screamed and started jumping up and down, waving her arms above her head in your direction, hearing her scream something towards you.

You looked at each other with Hyunjae, confusion painted on your faces, hearing your phone buzz in your small bag hidden by your folded clothes.

“Hello?” you said as Hyunjae’s phone started vibrating too, picking up the call as well.

“Y/N, it’s us! We’re on the opposite side of the lake! Come and join us!” you heard your best friend yell in your ear, hearing her as well through Hyunjae’s phone, who picked up a call from her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’re coming!” you excitingly said as you hung up, waving at your best friend from your spot as you started packing your stuff to get back in the car and meet up with your friends.

Your best friend excitingly jumped in your arms as soon as you got out of the car,

“Tt’s crazy how we’re so connected! Did you also think that the beach would be crowded?” she asked, and you nodded with a smile, happy to see her this joyful to see you.

The inseparable duo was here, as well as Younghoon, Jacob, Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon, the striker of the football team. They all engulfed you in a tight hug, Jacob staying in the background the entire time.

“Hi Jacob!” you brightly said and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Hi Y/N,” his answer vibrated in his chest and had repercussions in yours, sending your heart flying in your ribcage.

You looked so good being this carefree, it was thankfully a sight that he managed to imprint in his mind despite the shortness of the moment. Being surrounded by all your friends felt so good that you forgot to be awkward and worry about the stupidest things, and Jacob adored seeing you this natural and smiling in the company of your friends. He was a bit sad that he wasn’t fully the reason for your smile though, but he still managed to enjoy the rest of the day with you and your mutual friends, whether you were on the ground or in the water.

Sangyeon, Younghoon and Juyeon copied Hyunjae and joined him in a restoring nap, while Eric, Sunwoo, Jacob, Soyeon and you played different games in the water, improvising a volleyball match with an imaginary net and the ball Sunwoo took with him as the volleyball, but it did the job. It was just a bit hurtful for the liberos since it wasn’t as soft and bouncy as a volleyball, but the joy of the moment allowed any type of pain to become bearable.

The evening eventually started to settle in, and you all got out of the water, drying yourselves before deciding to spend a part of the night here. You helped Sangyeon build a bonfire in the safe area by bringing some different branches, the eldest placing them correctly before lighting them with his pocket lighter.

“Hyung! I didn’t know you were a boy-scout,” Sunwoo exclaimed and made everyone laughed as you all were sliding some marshmallows on a stick, Sangyeon smiling with modesty at everyone.

“Ya, don’t say this,” Sangyeon mumbled, and you smile, rubbing his upper back as he sat down next to you, thanking him when you handed him over his marshmallow stick.

“Oh no! Mine burnt,” Soyeon pouted when she retrieved her snack from the flames, and her boyfriend was quick to give her his sweets, Eric cooing at the gesture of affection.

“Give it to me, I like them burnt,” he mumbled as he bit in the fluffy texture, immediately regretting it as it was boiling. His girlfriend handed him water as he stood up, bouncing up and down to try and reduce what felt like flames in his mouth.

“Oh my, thanks babe,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed when he gulped down everything with a pained expression on his face. Eric’s eyes filled with boredom locked into yours and you both chuckled, your friend shaking his head.

“When is it gonna be my turn,” he huffed and Sunwoo hit him playfully in the back as you all laughed around the bonfire, relating to your friend.

“When you’ll stop being obsessed with football and mango juice,” Eric grunted and folded his arms over his chest as Sangyeon called him out, making you coo and playfully run to him, holding him against you as he fake-cried on your chest while everyone was laughing at him.

Except for Jacob, who only offered a weak smile, but you didn’t catch it, too busy having fun and being light-hearted with your friends.

After your stomachs were filled with sweets and soda, Sunwoo pulled out his guitar and strummed a soft melody until some became heavy-eyed or fell asleep against the other, his girlfriend succumbing to his musical talents first. Jacob looked exhausted as well but forced his eyes open, finding him even hotter with hooded eyelids and his hair slightly curling with the humidity of the air and the lake water.

When it was time to go home, Hyunjae, as well as Younghoon, Sunwoo, Soyeon and Eric decided to jump into Hyunjae’s car to go to the beach, feeling the urge and the thrill of going skinny-dipping. On the other hand, you and the rest of the boys were too exhausted and modest to do this, only wanting to go home and get some good rest.

Just like they had arrived, Sangyeon was behind the wheel while the rest was either next to him or in the back seat. And you didn’t know how it happened, but you got stuck between the window and Jacob, who was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You good?” you asked, and he turned his head towards you before offering you a tired yet sweet smile, moving his head up and down.

“I'm just exhausted, tonight was simply amazing,” he mumbled, and you expressed your agreement by a happy hum and a nod, bringing your attention to your eldest friend.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?” you enquired on the current situation and Sangyeon looks at you through the inner rear-view mirror, eyes forming two crescent moons as he smiled.

“I just jumped in the water, I’m nothing but awake,” he clapped in his hands to motivate himself and started the engine, your best friend’s car already gone.

Jacob rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side each time Sangyeon took a turn. You settled yourself on the window and let the vibrations of the car lull you to sleep, the small talk that Sangyeon and Juyeon were having in the front seats acted like a background noise, which helped you dozing off.

However, when the car pulled up in front of your house, they didn’t expect you to have your head resting against Jacob’s shoulder, his hand on your knee. The two men smiled at each other before Sangyeon got out of the vehicle, drawing the door open. As he was about to carry you to your doorstep, Jacob’s arm was quick to wrap itself around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You woke up confused, blinking a few times as you saw the striker standing next to you with a wide smile on his face. He removed a limb around your body, and you felt someone groan under your right shoulder, noticing in dread that you snuggled up to Jacob for some warmth in your sleep.

“You gotta go before the beast wakes up,” Sangyeon joked and winked as he helped you get out of the car, closing the door behind you. It opened again a few seconds later, Jacob looking just as confused as you were.

“Come on, lovebirds, we don’t have the night.”

“Lovebirds?” Jacob and you asked in unison, the basketball player rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. He jumped out of the van and gestured to Sangyeon to get back in.

“You can go, I live just around the corner,” he drowsily said as he vaguely gestured behind him.

“You sure? Your house is on my way back home, I can drop you off,” Sangyeon suggested but he refused, offering a handshake to the striker before letting him go.

Being more awake now, you waved at your friends driving away before turning to your crush, who looked even more adorable as he was super sleepy and just woke up.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You look really tired,” you asked, voice still laced with sleep yet sounding caring, which made Jacob’s heartbeat fasten. He nodded and weakly smiled, taking a step closer to you. His attitude was a bolt from the blue as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“You felt so warm during the ride, it’s almost like I could get used to this,” he tiredly said with a smile, gently pulling away to stare at you, his fingers leaving your back to come and slide a wild piece of hair behind your ear. Your whole body stiffened at his words as he stared at you in the eyes, noticing a small, washed-out smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit... late to start something with someone? I mean, we have finals and then y-you’re le-leaving for South Korea and-” you started stammering as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, loving watching you lose your composure at his display of affection.

“It’s never too late when you love someone,” he whispered, feeling his warm breath tickling your lips in such a delicious manner that you have to resist the urge to move forward and press your lips against his.

His words punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless as he kissed your cheek, mouth slowly moving to the side until it reached your lips. The kiss was soft yet a bit on the rougher side as if he wanted you to understand every feeling he had for you. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed him harder, deeper, his hands on your lower back pulling you flush against him.

You had dreamt, wondered about what it was like kissing Jacob, but it never felt as good as you were experiencing it now. Fireworks and butterflies were erupting in your stomach, leaving you dizzy with love and passion as one of his hands came and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the skin.

Once you pulled away for oxygen, you held onto his shoulders for your dear life and he chuckled, his mouth slowly travelling down to your neck.

“I-I think my… my- oh my god, my parents will worry,” you gently pushed him away and he stared at you with a smile before diving in to capture your lips in another soft kiss.

“I'm only letting you go if you're free tomorrow. Let's put that off to tomorrow, shall we?” he asked, and your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“We can go back to the lake if you want, but only if we’re alone,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek while the other was busy stroking your upper back up and down.

“I want to enjoy this with you and you only,” he added, mumbling against your mouth and this time, you’re the one pulling him for a kiss.

“Come and pick me up at 10, then,” you said as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” he answered and started walking towards your house, closing the front gate behind you, waving at him with a smile.

He sent you a flying kiss with a smile and you waved at him one last time before closing the main door of your house behind you, both sighing with a huge smile and warmth painted on your faces.

You peeled the clothes off your skin and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking your head left to right while chuckling as you recalled what just happened in your last month of high school.

Nothing was making sense, you didn’t know how you got there, but you were happy.

And that’s what mattered the most.

[multi--kpop--fanfics]

(Not) Such A Good Boy

sub!bf!Juyeon x dom!fem!reader (ft. Eric, Kevin and Hyunjae)

genre: smut, slight crack, a bit of fluff towards the end

contains: dom/sub themes, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), marking, biting, spanking, Juyeon is a brat on a choker and a leash, unprotected sex (be safe y’all)

Author’s note: This man right there has been wrecking my existence lately (I blame Kingdom) and this GIF screams sub!Juyeon so yeah, enjoy this filth

“Lee Juyeon, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, you scoff under your breath. You have been waiting for the past twenty minutes in the living room, outfit and makeup on point, since you were about to go clubbing with your group of friends. But apparently, your dear boyfriend had lost all sense of time, trying to get ready.

Visibly irritated, you storm to your shared bedroom, your heels angrily clicking on the wooden floor. “Juyeon, I swear to God-” you mutter and stop mid-sentence, only to see your boyfriend leaning on the door, fully dressed and a lop-sided smirk plastered on his handsome face. 

“You called, babe?”, he asks teasingly and before rolling your eyes, you give him an once-over, processing his choice of clothes - a pair of tight black leather pants that were hugging his muscular thighs deliciously, a pair of black combat boots, a cropped black sweater with holes around his clavicles and a black belt-like choker around his neck. He was the epitome of the emo bad boy that all parents hated and all girls craved. 

“Um, what is this?”, you question him with a pointing finger. "That, is my outfit for tonight", Juyeon states, the previous smirk still on his face, "What, you don't like it?". "Isn't it a bit unfair for me to wear not so revealing clothes all while you're dressed as an emo himbo?", you complain and he laughs, "An emo himbo? Wow, you're getting more creative with your descriptions, Y/N. You're right though, it's a sort of questionable outfit". You perk up at his response, hoping he'll change into something more colorful and less hole-adorned, only to be utterly disappointed, as Juyeon reached into the closet only to drape a black leather jacket on top of his broad shoulders. "Now we're good to go", he turns to you and winks with audacity. Brat, you scoff mentally and pick up the keys to unlock the door and finally leave your shared apartment.

"Finally! What the fuck took you so long?!", your friend Eric yells at you, trying to overcome the loud bass of the club speakers. "Your complaints to your friend over there, he was the one who took twenty minutes to get ready", you roll your eyes pointing to Juyeon, who was greeting Hyunjae and Kevin, your other friends. "Yooo, Juyeon, what's up with the collar, bro?", Eric amusingly points out. "It's a choker, you tasteless twat. But what would you know of fashion, since you only know how to wear t-shirts and ripped jeans?", Kevin comments and Juyeon mouths a 'thank you' to him. "Simple is the best, my dear friend. Besides, I've been getting all the girls, unlike you and your snake print jacket", Eric retaliates. "Excuse you, this jacket is a fashion statement!", Kevin bites back, feeling insulted. "Not gonna lie though, it does look like a collar. Will you put him on a leash too, Y/N?", Hyunjae comments in a snarky way, making Eric cringe in disgust. "Hyunjae, please go get some drinks, for God's sake", you reply with a dismissive manner. "Yes ma'am", he rolls his eyes and goes to the bartender.

You turn to Juyeon, who was extremely stiff after Hyunjae's comment. "You okay, baby?", you nudge him softly and he's brought back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, no worries", Juyeon replies, praying that the loud bass could cover his shaky voice. "Don't listen to Eric and Hyunjae, they have zero fashion sense, bro. I would wear that choker too, looks hella good on you", Kevin adds while pointing to the choker and Juyeon's smile is back on his face, "Thanks, bro, I really appreciate it", he replies with a chirpy tone.

The music suddenly changes into a slower jam and Juyeon smirks devilishly, as he winks at you and walks towards the dance floor. You watched as he starts swaying his hips and shoulders in the most smooth way possible, his half-lidded eyes never leaving yours. Eric and Kevin were whistling and cheering on Juyeon, all while Hyunjae was snorting at their antiques. You were simply lost in the image of your boyfriend dancing like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't just following the rhythm, he was riding it - and boy, was he good at doing so.

In fact, he was so good that he gained the attention of many people in the club. And you were lowkey proud, because that man was yours. However, a certain girl wasn't aware of that - hence why she approached Juyeon and started dancing with him. You were a bit jealous, not gonna lie, but the next moment made your blood fucking boil.

He had the fucking audacity to put his hands on her waist and dance with her - all while looking to you over her shoulder with the most smug expression on his face. That fucker, you mentally curse. This was definitely payback for everything you said before you left the house. You just knew it. You weren't even the jealous or possessive type of girlfriend to begin with.

But you'd be damned if you were to let a random bitch run her hands over your boyfriend.

Hyunjae catches up to your motions and he grabs you by your wrist. "Hyunjae, what the f-" "Shut up and listen to me. Going there and creating a scene will not end up well for you and you will give Juyeon exactly what he wants", he states and his words hit home faster that you expected. "Since when did you become so perceptive?", you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles, "I have my moments too, Y/N". "So, since your brain decided to actually function tonight, do you have any idea?" you ask in defeat and Hyunjae starts pulling you to the dance floor by your hand, leaving Eric and Kevin completely baffled. He then pulls you into his chest and leans in your ear to whisper

"Just dance, Y/N".

A Cheshire cat-like grin spreads on your lips, as you catch up to his ulterior motive and you start dancing with Hyunjae, hoping that Juyeon will notice the two of you. "Don't think too much about it, it will happen naturally", he adds, "You're too stiff, Y/N, just relax and enjoy dancing".

His words actually succeed in making you relax and you sway your hips more comfortably, actually enjoying the slow jams echoing through the club speakers. Under the dim lights, you lock eyes momentarily with Juyeon, who was licking his lips and his gaze was a mix of lust and death glares, the last one directed to Hyunjae. "Told you it would work", he comments, "You owe me this one". "Shut the fuck up, Hyunjae", you spit back and he laughs.

However, his laughter is cut short by a very jealous Juyeon, who has grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Next time I see you dance with Y/N, I'll break your fucking kneecaps", he growls and Hyunjae takes a step back, "She's all yours, bro", he raises his hands in defense and returns to the table. Juyeon then turns to you, his blood still boiling with jealousy, as you watch him with a proud smirk.

"You find this funny, huh? Dancing shamelessly with my friend?", he clenches his jaw. You then thread a finger through his choker and pull him close to your face, making Juyeon gasp. "Funny? No honey, I'm fucking fuming right now, because you decided to act like a brat and put your hands on the first bitch that threw herself on you", you retaliate, your chill facade slipping away. A sickly sweet smile adorns Juyeon's face as he watches every single movement of yours. He lowers his head, his lips hanging mere centimeters over yours and he slyly pokes out his tongue to lick your lips, hissing at the wet feeling.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad, baby".

That was the last straw.

"Get your stuff, we're going home", you announce and he flashes a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am", he replies almost immediately and you return to your friends' table. "Guys, we'll be leaving now, hope you enjoy the rest of the night!" you announce and Eric looks between Juyeon and you. "Do I want to know what's going on?", he questions and Kevin pats him on the back while shaking his head as in 'no'. You both bid farewell to your friends and you walk out of the club, jogging towards your car. Juyeon whips out the cars keys and he opens the door for you, his gentleman-like gesture a complete contrast to his previous bratty behaviour.

The ride back home feels like it lasted for hours, when in reality, it lasted only ten minutes - maybe it's your sheer desire to fuck your handsome boyfriend to oblivion. By the time you entered your shared apartment, your lips were on Juyeon's neck, your hands roaming his toned body and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"You love acting like a bratty slut, don't you?", you sneer at him and he releases a breathy chuckle. "Yeah, and so do you", he whispers and he trails kisses upon your neck and behind your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "Are you going to punish me for being a bratty slut?".

You thought you came right there and then, 'cause fuck, he is so hot like this.

"Is that what you want? Fine then, you'll get the punishment you deserve, slut", you hiss while gripping Juyeon's jaw, your manicured nails raking his porcelain skin, "Don't say I didn't warn you", you whisper into his ear and he releases one of the lewdest sounds you've ever heard in your life. "God, you're a desperate little bitch, aren't you, Lee Juyeon?", you ask while removing the detachable strap of your bag and clasp it on his choker, creating a make-shift leash. "Only for you, baby", he replies with a sultry voice and half-lidded eyes.

You pull him by the make-shift leash, and you push him onto the couch, where you settle yourself on his lap, his hard cock straining his already tight pants. You remove his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. Wasting no time, you attack his collarbones with your lips, trailing red and purple blotches on his soft skin. You bite the juncture of his neck teasingly and he releases breathy moans, making you chuckle. You grind your clothed core on his bulge, and the sweet friction makes Juyeon mewl again. He tries to reach for your crotch with his hand, but you stop him by pulling the leash, making him gasp.

"No sweetheart, no touching tonight", you chastise him, as you pull back to remove your clothes and his pants, leaving the both of you only in your underwear. Juyeon's bulge is even more evident now, the thin material of his boxers having a wet spot, due to his cock leaking pre-cum. The sight in front of you makes your own wetness pool in your panties - your boyfriend on a leash, his perfectly styled hair now disheveled, his upper torso covered in love bites, his muscular thighs fully spread and his cock straining against his boxers.

"Baby, fuck, please do something", he pleads with bleary eyes. "Lie down for me", you order and he's laid flat on his back with one swift motion, his desperation showing. You remove your underwear and place your naked pussy right in front of his face. He reaches for your thighs with his arms, but you slap them away. "I said, no touching", you say sternly, "But-", "You should have thought twice before touching that bitch with your hands. Now, be a good boy and use your pretty mouth", you demand.

Juyeon pushes his wet tongue into your heat without second thought and he's lapping up your juices like a starved man. You can't help but moan with satisfaction, having him under your control like that gave you a huge adrenaline rush. You raked your nails from his torso to the hem of his boxers, the sensation making him moan and momentarily halt his actions. You slap his left thigh to alert him and his cock twitches, the vibrations of his moans coursing through your body as well. Juyeon now flattens his tongue against your folds with a faster tempo.

"You like it when I spank you, huh? Naughty boy", you smirk and land another slap, this time on his right thigh. Juyeon retaliates by sucking on your clit harshly, making you yelp from pleasure and you feel him smirk against your pussy. You find the leash and tug it, pulling Juyeon's face even closer to your core. "Behave, or you'll sleep without cumming tonight", you warn him and he whines, but resumes his efforts nonetheless. "Good boy, k-keep it u-up", you stutter as you feel your high approach with each passing second. His tongue is alternating between circling your clit and pumping in and out of your hole, the squelching sounds creating a pornographic scene.

You scream as you cum on Juyeon's face, your whole body shaking, as he helps you ride out your orgasm with kitten licks. You pull yourself together and turn around to face him, as he nastily licks his lips to taste your essence. "Sweet like fucking candy", he comments, "Want a taste, baby?". You pull him by the leash and crash your lips on his, tasting yourself, as your tongues dance crazily in a battle of dominance. "You're still acting like a brat, but since you did as I said, maybe you deserve to cum after all", you state and bend down to remove his boxers and free his painfully hard erection.

"Y/N, stop fucking teasing already!", Juyeon whines again and you slap his thigh again, "Where did your manners go, baby?".

"Please, Y/N..."

"Please what?"

"Please use my cock to cum"

"Fuck, such a good boy", you moan and spear yourself onto his hard cock, the sudden stretch tipping between pain and pleasure. You give yourself almost no time to adjust and you start riding Juyeon like a mad woman. He pistons his hips in unison, pounding into you with a speed neither of your brains are able to register. You put your hands on his broad chest for support and he holds your hips with his hands so tight you might get bruises the next day. Neither of you are able to contain your obscene moans nor form coherent sentences, way too lost in pleasure and lust.

"Fuck, Juyeon, you're such a good boy, so good for me", "Only for you Y/N, shit- only yours", he groans and his hips start to falter, signaling his upcoming orgasm. "I-I'm close again, nngh..", you mewl as you feel your insides clench around his cock like a vice. "M-Me too, Y/N please let me cum, let me f-fill you up baby", "Oh God, yes, fill me with your cum, babe", you moan loudly.

Juyeon moans with you as he stills himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably and flooding your cunt with his hot cum, painting your insides white. You collapse on top of him, panting heavily, the both of you sweating and spent, laughing breathlessly. You muster all the strength you have left in you to remove the choker from Juyeon's neck.

"Oof, thank you baby", he nods, rubbing his neck softly. You swipe a few dark strands of his forehead. You notice the marks on his neck the choker left and you can't help but feel a little regretful. "Did I hurt you?", you ask sheepishly and Juyeon smiles softly and presses a kiss on your nose. "No baby, you were perfect. We should do this more often, actually. You look hella sexy when you take control", he teases and you playfully smack his chest.

"So you intend to dance with random girls in clubs?", you ask and Juyeon smirks,

"No, but I intend to be not such a good boy for you".

[blahehblah]

Epiphany

For Ema, sorry it took me so long.

Epiphany: (noun) a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

Luke anxiously tapped his fingers against the plastic table of the diner. He had already ordered a glass of water, that he downed in the first five minutes of receiving. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he ignored it, not wanting to make himself more panicked.

When she walked in through the door Luke’s heart stuttered in his chest. She was breathtaking. Dark hair was balled up on top of her head in a messy bun. Full lips were gracing her features with a smile. She was much shorter than Luke, but her confidence was through the roof, while his was nonexistent. He wished he had her confidence. She walked up to him and started talking, but Luke wasn’t listening.

When she looked at him expectantly, with an eyebrow raised and a small smile on her mouth. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed. Even that sound was perfect. “I said, ‘Hi, my name is Erin, you must be Luke.’” She held her hand out for him to take.

Luke took her hand, he felt the sparks as their hands touched. “Yeah,” his voice was quiet. “I’m Luke.” He offered a shy smile, one that Erin returned with full force. The whiteness of her teeth stunned Luke temporarily.

He shook himself out of the daze, and gestured for her to sit. She took a seat on the other side of the booth with grace. Luke didn’t think that anyone could slide into a booth that smoothly.

Luke sat down on the other side of Erin, not wanting to make a fool of himself, he didn’t slide into the booth like she did. “So what brought you to DM me?” She asked him. “Just boredom, or genuinely wanting meet me?”

“Bit of both actually.” Luke replied without thinking about what he was going to say. He clasped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, I have zero filter.”

Erin giggled. “I don’t either it’s fine,” She placed one hand on the table and leaned forward. “Boredom and wanting to meet me.” Erin hummed. “Why?”

“Needed a friend. Someone who didn’t know all my secrets,” Luke rubbed a hand down his face. “Someone who didn’t know me.” He sighed.

“And what if it turns into more than that?” She asked him, leaning back into the booth. “What if one of us catches feelings?”

“If it does, we call this off, we don’t have to speak to each other anymore.” He gestured between them. “We don’t have to turn this into a relationship.”

“Good, because I don’t do feelings.” Erin told him. “Friends?” She asked while sticking her hand out for his to take.

He took her hand. “Friends.”

***

The two friends walked down the street next to each other window shopping. “Luke!” Erin pointed out. “Look at the puppies! Oh my gosh, I want to take one home with me!”

“I have a dog at home, and I love her, but these ones are cute.” He pressed his hand up against the glass that separated him from the puppies. One of the retrievers licked the glass where his hand was.

“Yes they are,” Erin said while squatting to see the dogs better. “Oh my goodness, you are all just the cutest!”

“Okay, I think it’s time we continue window shopping, otherwise you might be tempted to take one of these puppies home.” Luke pulled her up gently, slightly dragging her away from the pet store.

“But Lu, I am tempted!” Erin struggled in his grasp. “Lu! I want all the puppies!”

Luke giggled, and kept dragging her away. “Sorry E, no can do.”

“Luke?” A soft voice asked from behind them. “Is that you?”

Luke froze, he knew that voice anywhere. He turned to face her, any trace of a smile gone from his face. “Aleena?”

“Hi!” Aleena cried out, leaving her arm candy in the doorway of some expensive looking store, that Luke nor Erin cared to learn the name of. “It’s been too long, I missed you.”

“It’s been about two months.” Luke whispered as Aleena’s arms wrapped around his broad frame. He felt her fingernails dip into his soul again, he shivered.

“I know!” The girl squealed. “Didn’t you miss me?” She pouted, trying to reel him in again. “I know I missed you.”

“You already said that, and no I don’t miss you.” Luke moved out of her grasp, getting closer to Erin. Her hands already gripping his arm, pulling him closer to her, making him feel much calmer.

“LuLu?” Aleena whined, and then she noticed Erin. “Who’s this?” Her manicured fingernails seeming to sharpen in the sunlight. Silently she beckoned for her arm candy to come closer, ‘claim his territory’ as Erin would say.

“Hi,” Erin extended a hand. “Aleena was it? I’m Erin, Luke’s friend.” Erin seemed to bristle at the thought of Aleena touching any part of her. She rethought her decision to keep the peace with a hand shake.

Luckily for Erin, Aleena didn’t accept the handshake. She huffed, and cuddled into her arm candy’s strange embrace, although it wasn’t that strange to Luke. He figured, it must be weird to have to keep your arm around a person with so many bags on his arm.

So many expensive bags at that. ‘Gold digger.’ Erin thought.

“Well, it was nice seeing you LuLu.” Aleena turned to face Luke, her baby blues turning into an ocean of false emotions, trying to draw him back in. When Aleena saw it wasn’t working, she huffed again, and turned around, walking away from the pair.

Erin burst out laughing once Aleena was out of earshot. “LuLu?” She asked as she clutched her stomach. “God that was like an excerpt from Mean Girls!” Her hand reached out and gripped Luke’s shoulder to steady herself. “Bro I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone so quickly in my entire life. Holy shit.”

Luke laughed for the first time in a few minutes. Erin’s own laugher easily bringing it out from him. “It did seem like she popped right out from Mean Girls.” He told her.

“So who was she?” Erin asked.

“That’s something that I don’t want to talk about just yet.”

“Fair enough.”

***

“Lu,” Erin called from Luke’s kitchen. “What do you have to eat?”

Luke groaned, throwing his hands up into the air with exasperation. “Fucking hell E, you’re a bottomless pit!”

“Speak for yourself you big black hole! You can’t go two hours without eating something!” She shouted back. “You know what?” She called when he didn’t answer, truth be told Luke was too busy sniggering at Erin’s comment to think about anything else. “I want fast food.”

“In-N-Out?” Luke asked, snapping out of his giggle fit.

Erin nodded. “Please.”

While driving to the nearest In-N-Out, Luke and Erin bickered the entire way. They ended up calling Ashton to settle the argument the pair were having. Fortunately Ashton didn’t have to try to settle anything because they were in the drive through, and Erin was squealing about an extra cheesy double double.

“Oh for god sakes Luke,” Ashton said over the speaker phone. “Calm her down please.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried before?” Luke leaned forward and headbutted his head against the steering wheel. “Ash, the only thing that calms her down at this point, is food or Titanic Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Hey, don’t hate on Leo and Kate. Their love in that movie was pure. Pure I tell you,” Erin yelled into both Luke and Ashton’s ears.

“Their love?” Luke asked. “E, I’m pretty sure they weren’t in love with each other, and it was all just a movie.”

“He’s right you know.” Ashton butted in. “Leo’s into models not actresses.”

“Oh hush up Ashton,” Erin told him. “You’re only jealous because I could be a model and Leo could end up with me.”

“You a model?” Luke looked at her incredulously while driving up through the drive through line. “E you can’t stop eating!”

“What do my eating habits have to do with my modeling career?” She sassed him. “It’s not like your guys’ eating habits have anything to do with your career in the band.”

“We still have to maintain our image.” Luke said huffing.

“Oh and I don’t?” Erin started to fume. “The difference between you and me Hemmings, is that I don’t care about what people think of me.” She tossed her brown hair over her shoulder.

“Can I hang up now?” Ashton asked. “This is getting way too personal, and I feel like this should be a talk between the both of you.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Luke said as he hung up the phone. “What do you mean when you say that I care too much about what others think?” He turns to her. “You think I care?”

“Yeah I do Luke.” She says as she turns to face him. “You get butthurt over the simplest of things. You got all in your feelings that day we first met, when what’s-her-face came over and started getting all up in your business.”

“You think I can control that? Aleena is my ex!” He started to raise his voice. “That’s not something that I can just get over.”

“Yeah I know you can’t control your feelings Luke! You think I don’t know how you stare at me! You think I don’t see how you’re affected when I say someone is good looking, even though you know I don’t do relationships!” Erin throws her hands up into the air, and sits up in her seat.

“You think I have feelings for you?” He asked incredulously before he laughed. He was still chuckling when he spat out, “Erin, you aren’t attractive to me at all.” But as soon as he said the words, he regretted them.

“Fuck you Luke Hemmings.” Erin got out of the car, while they were sitting in the drive through. “When you get over yourself and learn how to get out of your feelings, come talk to me.” She turned to face him before shutting the door. “Until then, stay the fuck away from me.”

***

Over the next two weeks, Luke stayed away from Erin, not wanting to admit that she was right. And his determination to prove her wrong was tearing him apart.

He missed her. He missed her laugh, and her smile. He missed her awful singing voice, and he missed their late night food drives. He just missed her. He didn’t know it was possible to miss someone this much.

But he did, and he regretted not telling her the truth when he had the chance. But he really wanted her to be wrong.

It was a week after he discovered his feelings for Erin when he texted her.

‘I miss you.’ He texted. The bubbles that told him she was texting back replied not even 30 seconds later.

‘Are you done being a butthead?’ He read. Luke chuckled.

‘Lol yeah,’ He replied.

‘Good, i’ll be over in 5’

When Erin walked through the door to Luke’s house she was expecting a mess, because Luke’s house is always a mess, but she wasn’t expecting it to be messier than usual.

“Damn,” she said walking into the living room where Luke was sitting. “You must’ve really missed me if you haven’t even taken the time to clean your house.”

“E,” Luke breathed as he turned to face her. He got up from his place on the living room floor, and took long strides over to Erin. He brought her body to his in a bone crushing hug. “I missed you.”

Erin hugged him back, her heart stuttering in her chest. “I missed you too, Lu.” She brought him closer to her, wanting to bury herself in him. She pulled away from him not wanting to give him the impression that he could have feelings for her.

They were just friends. Nothing more.

It was harder for the both of them to keep away from each other for long periods of time after that. They had been apart and both found that it wasn’t something that they enjoyed.

Spent nearly every waking moment together. If they were working, they were calling or texting. It got so bad to where Calum and Ashton took Luke out for a road trip before the tour started.

It was agony for Luke. He hated being away from Erin. But he already knew how he felt about her.

Calum and Ashton’s plan was to get Luke away from Erin long enough for her to discover her own feelings. The two were getting on everyone’s nerves, being all mushy and only having eyes for each other, but not doing anything about it.

It was Michael’s job to keep an eye on Erin, and ‘report’ back to Ashton and Calum with how she was progressing on her feelings.

It took longer for Michael to catch on to Erin’s feelings, because she was better at hiding her feelings than Luke was. The night that Michael figured it out, Erin had shown up to his house unannounced crying.

“He’s not at his house.” She said. Her hair was balled up on top of her head, and she was wearing sweatpants with one of Luke’s shirts.

“Who isn’t ‘rin?” Michael asked her. “Luke?”

“Mhm,” she whispered. “I need him home, and he has no service so I can’t call him, and I need to talk to him.” She heaved. Her sobs were convulsing and it looked as if her chest was about to cave in.

“Talk to him about what honey?” Michael asked. When she didn’t answer is when he figured it out. “You like him don’t you?” Erin didn’t answer him again. “Don’t worry honey. I won’t tell anyone.” Erin hugged him.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “He just needs a friend who won’t turn into a relationship.” Michael hugged her closer. He didn’t tell anyone.

When the three boys got back from the road trip, Luke and Erin went back to being inseparable, and just like before it irritated everyone that they didn’t do anything about how they felt.

But Erin was determined not to let anyone know how she felt, not only did she tell Luke when they met that she didn’t do relationships, but she knew that Luke only needed a friend, and she couldn’t be anything more than that to him.

Things didn’t exactly work in her favor though.

***

Five months after Luke had gone on the road trip and had gotten back from the North American Tour, Luke couldn’t take just being friends with Erin anymore.

They were at Ashton’s house while a party was raging around them. Erin was seated in Luke’s lap, and she was laughing at something Mike was saying. Luke wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy watching Erin smile.

When Erin looked back at Luke to see his eyes were on her with tenderness, she blushed and looked away. Everyone groaned.

“Y’all need to fuck, or get together or something.” Calum said. And while Calum was high off his ass, everyone nodded in agreement.

“Bro we’re just friends.” Luke said, looking down at his hands, which were resting on Erin’s waist. “We don’t want anything more than that.” He swallowed the tightening in his throat.

“Well if you guys are just friends you need to stop giving each other googly eyes when you think one of you isn’t looking,” Ashton said while shaking his head. “Driving all of us crazy.”

“Excuse me,” Erin said getting up from Luke’s lap. “I need some air.” Luke knew right away that she didn’t want anyone following her, but he got up and left with her anyway.

Luke grabbed her hand as she was walking away and gave it a tiny squeeze, letting her know he was there if she wanted to talk. His blond curls were falling in front of his eyes, making his vision distort while he tried to focus on Erin pulling him outside.

When the two were outside, Erin broke down in tears. “E, what’s wrong?” He wrapped her up in his arms, and Erin did little to resist him. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong love.”

Erin cried harder as she heard the word ‘love’ leave his lips. “Lu, you’d hate me if I told you.” She managed to get out between hiccups.

“I could never hate you E.” He pulled Erin away from his embrace enough to where he could place a hand on either of her cheeks. It was now or never. “I love you too much to hate you.”

Erin cried as Luke confessed his feelings. “I know Lu, I know. I love you too.” Luke wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Erin smiled through the tears. “So much for not catching feelings.”

Luke laughed, and kissed her forehead. “It feels so good to tell you that.” He pulled Erin back into his arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ditto Lu.” Erin’s arms wrapped around Luke’s middle, wanting him impossibly closer to her. Erin’s brain was telling her to run, run far away from Luke. She needed to get away, didn’t want to hurt him. But here in his arms, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Her dark hair was swirling in the air as the wind breezed around the two. Erin shivered, but didn’t want to go back inside to the loud friends who would pick apart their friendship. “Lu?” She asked him, pulling away from Luke slightly. “Can we go home?”

Luke looked down at Erin smiling. “Yeah, let’s go home E.” He kissed her forehead again. He pulled her back into the house to say their goodbyes to their friends.

“Awwww leaving us so soon Lucas,” Michael whined. “It was just getting good! We were about to play-” he hiccuped. “Spin the bottle.”

“Isn’t that for middle schoolers trying to find out who likes who?” Erin asked. “Because you Michael have a significant other.”

“The game was meant-” he hiccupped again. “It was meant for the two of you.”

“Why?” Luke asked.

“Cause you two are taking your sweet time with getting together.” Calum laughed while leaning against Ashton’s shoulder. “Gettin’ tired of watchin’ my friends just lookin’ and not lovin’.”

Erin sucked in a breath, her fists balled up at her sides. One of her hands reached out and tugged on Luke’s shirt lightly, letting him know that she wanted to leave now. “Lu,” she whispered. “I wanna leave now.”

“Okay E,” Luke told her his hand coming down to grasp her shirt. “We’re gonna head out now, see ya lot later.”

“See ya Lucas!” Ashton shouted at them as they left through the front door.

***

When they reached Luke’s house, Erin made her way upstairs to Luke’s room to no doubt steal his clothes and sleep in them like she always did. But when she came downstairs, still in her clothes, Luke was surprised.

“Aren’t you gonna change?” He asked her. “Do I not have anymore clean clothes?”

“No, it’s not that, I need some help out of my dress.” Erin smiled sheepishly. “I can’t reach my zipper.”

“Of course.” This was a common thing between the two, Erin always needed help out of her zipping dresses and Luke was more than willing to help.

He walked over to Erin, as she turned her back to him, moving her long hair out of the way. Luke’s fingers brushed her skin, and she sighed. She didn’t know how to feel with the exchanging of feelings that had occurred between the two. But as Luke’s fingertips left goosebumps on her skin and her stomach in a bunch of knots, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Luke couldn’t help but bring his lips down to the nape of Erin’s neck, leaving small kisses against her skin. Erin let out little gasps of air, all of which Luke drank in. He made her do that.

“Luke,” Erin whined, bringing her hand up to wrap itself in Luke’s curls. “Kiss me.”

Luke pulled away from her neck, and walked around her, more than happy to oblige to kissing her. When he crashed his lips against Erin’s his heart did little flips in his chest, as he was finally able to kiss her. Her lips were soft, and her mouth glided along his lips smoothly. Luke only pulled away once to look at Erin’s flustered cheeks, and her kiss bruised lips. He breathed an “I love you,” before kissing her again.

Erin’s fingers wound themselves around his curls, tugging lightly, before pulling his face closer to hers. She left a flurry of kisses against his jaw, and his neck, making him moan slightly. Luke pulled her face away from his neck, kissing her again. 

He’d never tire of kissing her. Luke’s hands traveled down the expanse of her now exposed back before resting on her ass, picking her up from her standing position. Erin’s legs wrapped around his waist right away. His lips were reattached to her neck, leaving little marks behind. Luke walked up the stairs that led to his bedroom.

Erin’s dress was quickly falling off of her shoulders, nearly leaving her breasts exposed. Once again, Erin didn’t care, she was more than willing to let Luke have all of her. But she knew that once he had her, she either had to leave, or she had to love him - love him better than anyone had ever loved him before. She had her mind set on leaving, but she wanted so badly to give into the latter.

Luke’s room was clean for once, so when walking into it, he didn’t trip over anything that was in the way of him reaching his bed. He laid Erin onto his bed gently, not wanting to scare her out of her feelings.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Luke said as he left kisses down her chest. “You’re thinking that you’ll have to leave me, that it’s good for me.” He rid Erin of her dress. “But doing that would make me very unhappy.” Luke kissed each of her breasts once before continuing, “I love you, and you’ve told me you loved me too, so let yourself be happy for once.”

“Lu,” she gasped as his lips kissed her breasts before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. “You don’t do too well - oh god -” Erin cut herself off with a string of curse words as Luke’s hand made its way into her panties. “With relationships.” She finished softly, writhing underneath Luke. “And I - Luke please feels so good -” she cut herself off again when Luke started rubbing her clit languidly. “Don’t do relationships in general.”

“Please,” Luke said as he stopped rubbing on Erin’s clit almost as soon as she finished talking. “Get over yourself.” Luke sighed moving away from Erin’s body, turning away from her as he sat on the edge of his bed. “It’s annoying when you keep telling yourself and me that ‘you don’t do relationships’. You’re depriving yourself and me from being happy.”

“Luke, I want you to be happy, but we both know that it wouldn’t work between us.” Erin sat up and kissed Luke’s shoulder blade.

“Yes it would, and we both know that, but you’re too blinded by the bad things that have happened to us that you won’t give us a chance.” Luke stood from the bed and walked over to the bedroom door. “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“But we always cuddle,” Erin whispered getting up. “Lu please.”

“I think I need some time away from you.” Luke said, still facing away from her. “And I can’t do that if you’re not even an inch away from me.” He walked down the stairs slowly, overcome with sadness.

It was thirty seconds later that Erin came down the stairs pulling Luke to her, kissing him fervently. “Lu, I love you, I want you, I need you.” She got out between kisses. “And if you can promise me that you’ll love me, all of me, I’ll stay.”

Erin had gone through the pros and cons of being with Luke. She knew he’d put his all into the relationship, and she knew that he’d love her and spoil her in it. She knew that the fighting was inevitable, they always fought whether it was play fighting or real fighting, but they always worked through it. Another con that she had gone through was touring, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Besides Michael did it all the time with Crystal. They could do it.

“I promise.” Luke kissed her, once again bringing her upstairs to his room. “I promise I'll love all of you. I already do.” Luke attacked her lips with his, his stubble creating delicious friction on her skin. “Gonna make love to you Darlin’.”

Erin wanted Luke to fuck her, but there would be other times for that. She moaned against the cook of his neck as he made his marks on her skin. Erin left marks of her own on Luke’s neck and chest, some drew out long and exasperated breaths out from Luke’s throat.

Luke took his time taking off his own clothes, wanting to tease Erin for making him wait so long. But Erin didn’t mind one bit, she got to see all of Luke. All of him was hers, and she drank it all in. “I love you.” She told him as he caressed her thighs.

He looked at her through his lashes, “I love you E,” he replied. “So much.” He kissed her again, removing his boxer-briefs and her panties from them both. His fingers trailed down her sides, while his mouth kissed every scar, every freckle, and birthmark that graced her skin.

He kissed each of her legs, before he made his way to her heat. His hands had made a path upwards to Erin’s breasts, and he was kneading them to keep her anticipated for what was to come. Luke placed a soft kiss on the skin of her left thigh, so close to where she wanted him.

Luke was a tease. That much Erin knew, she was always getting teased about everything around him, and now sex would be someplace where he teased her the most. Erin didn’t mind that fact one bit. She welcomed his lips as he kissed her mound, and she moaned when his tongue reached out and cupped her clit.

“Luke,” she whisper moaned. “I need you, no more of this foreplay shit.” She whined out when one of Luke’s hands left it’s place on her breast and made its way down to her heat one finger entering her slowly, testing her.

“But I like this foreplay shit. And god, you’re so wet for me.” Luke pushed his finger the rest of of his finger in her, listening to her make her delicious moans. “God, you sound like you haven’t been properly played with in months.”

“That’s because it’s been months dingus.” Erin sassed. His finger plunged deeper inside of her and she lost it. “Been too busy thinking about you to want anyone else.”

“Fuck,” Luke whispered, he removed his finger from her heat before leaning up to kiss Erin on her mouth. “Need you now.”

“Finally.” Erin said. “Was starting to think that you’d changed your mind.” Luke turned to his dresser, trying to pull out a condom when Erin said, “Lu, I’m on the pill and I trust you.”

“Oh good god, testing me tonight baby?” He practically moaned. He moved into the missionary, placing his hands on her hips before pausing. “Are you sure?”

“More sure of anything.” Erin responded. “Make love to me Lu.”

With Erin’s consent, he pushed his aching cock into her. They both cried out at the pleasure, and for Erin, the slight sting. Erin had pushed her head up to meet Luke in a kiss, distracting her from the slight pain in her abdomen.

Luke moved his hips slowly, trying to bring them both into the same pleasure that he was feeling, and Erin lost it. Her mouth detached from Luke’s while she cried out his name. His hips were rolling against her own languidly, wanting to take his time.

Luke’s cock was hitting all the right places in Erin, she was moaning his name and screaming out how good she felt. “Feel so full.” She whispered.

“Feel good baby?” Luke barely got out, his mind was consumed with the ecstasy Erin was bringing him to. His hips continued to rut into her slowly, wanting to make it good for the both of them. His hands which were stationed at her hips moved to her thighs, and he clutched them with his fingers, no doubt leaving nail marks behind.

“So good,” Erin told him, her walls clenching around Luke’s cock. “Stretching me so good.”

Luke’s hips stuttered in their movements as Erin clenched around him. “Fuck, do that again.” Erin clenched around him once more Luke’s cock feeling like it was about to explode. His hands moved back to Erin’s hips so that he could move into her without her moving upward on the bed sheets.

Erin’s fingers made their way into his hair, wrapped themselves in his curls and tugged harshly. Erin groaned again. “Luke, gonna cum, gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over me?” Luke’s hips picked up the pace just so they could reach their climaxes. Luke felt Erin’s walls pulsing with desperate need to cum, and this drove him to reach down with one hand to apply light pressure to her clit. “Make a mess pretty girl.”

“O-oh fuck,” Erin cried out as she came. Luke continued to rut into Erin as he rode out her orgasm and he chased his own. “Cum for me Lu,” Erin told him. Her walls clenched around him once more before he spilled inside of her.

Luke had pulled out of her, but remained lying on Erin as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His hands found her waist and he flipped them over, Erin lying on her side with one leg thrown over both of Luke’s.

“I love you,” they told each other at the same time before giggling.

“Sleep now my love.” Luke told Erin. he was smiling softly while stroking her back affectionately.

“Don’t go all soft on me now Hemmings. You get some sleep too you big baby.” Erin kissed his chest, before laying her head over his heartbeat and she listened to this until she fell asleep. Luke not a moment later was asleep too.

***

In the morning they pair woke to loud sounds coming through the front door, and the yelling of the word idiot.

“Takes one to know one asshat!” Luke heard Calum yell. He groaned.

“The boys are here.” He told Erin. “It’s Sunday. We go for breakfast on Sundays.” Luke threw his arm over his eyes.

“Oi!” The two heard Ashton shout. “It smells like sex in here!”

“Fuck off!” Erin yelled. “Get out! I’m claiming this Sunday.”

“Hi Erin!” The door opened as Michael shouted. “Bye Erin!” The door closed.

“What are we gonna do about them?” Luke asked Erin. She shrugged.

“I dunno.” She told him before yawning. “But I’m still tired.”

“Ditto.”

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[jmeelee]

Dialogue prompt. Sterek number 9 or 30. Pretty please with a Derek on top?

Welp, this one got out of hand.  I went with #9 and I hope you enjoy, Nonny!  Thank you for the prompt.

Dialog Prompt#9: “You’re in love with her”

Derek drags Stiles through the front door of the rebuilt Hale House, a meaty fist twisted in the front of his red hoodie, claws poking holes in the cotton.

“A curse most foul is amiss; the only cure be true loves kiss!”  Stiles smacks both hands over his mouth, amber eyes going round as dinner plates when the whole pack turns to stare at him.

“What the hell’s wrong with Stilinski this time?”  Jackson asks, bored.  

“Witches,” Derek replies, finally detangling himself from Stiles and stalking a few paces away.  Erica laughs so hard she rolls off the couch.  

“Do not guffaw, sweet lady, ‘tis true!  This lovesick lad be sad and blue.”  Stiles abruptly walks into the kitchen, returning moments later with duct tape firmly placed over his mouth.  

“It’s like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one,” Isaac says with a mean-spirited smirk.  Stiles flips him the bird and plops down onto the love seat, motioning magnanimously at Derek to fill the pack in on what transpired in the woods.  

Derek sighs like he’s the one doomed to be a Disney prince, and sits down next to Stiles.  “We were out patrolling, and Stiles trounced right into the middle of a magic circle where a witch was performing a love spell; he ruined the whole thing.  Apparently she spent months preparing for the ritual, so you can imagine how pissed off she was.”  The whole pack nods in understanding, which Stiles thinks is pretty rude.  “She cursed him, disappeared in a puff of pink glitter and now he’s a poet.  A really, really shitty poet.”

Stiles lets loose an affronted squeak from behind his gag.  Jackson and Isaac look like they’re about to pee themselves.  

Allison sniggers behind her hand.  “So he just… rhymes?  About love?”

Derek nods, serious and solemn.  “It’s worse than Scott, when you two break up.”

“Hey!  Fuck you, dude!” Scott scowls, perching on the armrest next to Stiles and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.  “Tough break, bro, but don’t worry.  We’ll fix this.”  He turns to the others.  “So, how do we fix him?”

“Keep the tape on indefinitely.”  Allison punches Isaac in the shoulder for the comment, but she’s on the verge of a giggle fit.  Traitor.

“Where’s Lydia?” Derek asks, grimacing.  “She’s the key.”

“Wait, what?”  Jackson springs off the couch.  “Why do you need my girlfriend?”  Jackson may be a dumbass, but even he can see where this is headed.

“He babbled about ‘true loves kiss’ the entire two miles home.  If Stiles kisses Lydia, I think he’ll be cured.”  

“Bullshit!” Jackson yells, pointing a scaly, claw tipped finger in Stiles’ face.  “No way I’m going to let him stick his tongue down my girl’s throat!”

“Lovely, Jackson,” Lydia scolds, appearing at the second story balcony, two giant tomes of ancient Latin clutched to her chest.  She descends the staircase like a Queen.  “Can someone please fill me in on why I need to make out with Stiles?”  

Jackson growls while Allison recounts the magical tale to Lydia.  When she finishes, Boyd says, “Uh, guys?  Should his heart be beating this fast?”  They all swivel to where Stiles is sitting, face gone pale under the thick silver tape.

“We won’t let Jackson maim you,” Erica pronounces helpfully.

Derek turns to Jackson, fuming a few feet away, and motions toward the front door.  “Take a walk.  Come back in ten minutes.”  Jackson stomps out the door with a few vile curses thrown over his shoulder.

Derek looks to Lydia, beseeching.  “Lydia, would you be willing to kiss Stiles to break the spell?”  Next to him, Stiles is sweating profusely and breathing hard through his nose.

Lydia eyes Stiles critically, then stalks forward, coming to stand between his spread knees. “Are you sure this will help?  What if it makes him worse?  What if he starts rapping or something?”

“Heaven help us,” Isaac moans.  This time Allison does laugh.

“You love her,” Derek says to Stiles, voice coming out angrier than he intended.  He takes a deep breath and lowers his volume, starts again. “You’re in love with her.  One kiss and the spell will be broken.”  

Stiles shakes his head venomously and Lydia rolls her eyes.  “You better have brushed your teeth today.”  She leans down and cruelly rips the tape from Stiles’ face.  The whole pack winces.

As soon as the tape is off the words spill from Stiles’ mouth. “My love is the moon and I the sun.  Tell me; could you be the one?”

She pats his cheek with a manicured hand.  “Oh, honey.  For your sake, I sure as hell hope so.”  She kisses him hard on the mouth.

Everyone holds their breath when she backs away, eyes shrewd and assessing. Stiles blinks his eyes open and says, voice breathless, “Kissing such beauty is time well spent, but you can’t help me, to my lament.”

Lydia harumpfs.  “Someone tell me what he said, exactly, after the witch cursed him.”  

“A curse most foul is amiss; the only cure be true loves kiss,” Derek repeats like a dutiful school boy.  

The look she gives him is downright terrifying.  “True love, Derek.  Not a high school crush.  Get your shit together.”

She turns around, picks her books up off the coffee table where she’d placed them, and heads for the stairs, mumbling under her breath.  Stiles can’t hear what she says, but the werewolves hear her loud and clear.  Boys are so stupid.

“Boys!  That’s it!” Scott shouts, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, announces, “Stiles is bisexual!”  Stiles groans, mortified.  “Maybe it’s a dude that needs to kiss him.  And what love is truer than ours?  We’re practically family.”  He leans over and pecks Stiles on the lips.  

“What the hell am I witnessing?” Boyd whispers.  

Stiles glowers at Scott.  “Appreciated is our brotherhood, but platonic love is no good.”  

Scott looks like a confused puppy.  “That’s weird.  It worked in Frozen.”

“Let me try!” Erica yells, roughly pushing Scott out of the way and planting a smacking kiss on their sonneteer.  Surprising absolutely no one, it doesn’t work.  

Stiles’ swivels toward Derek, mouth stained two different shades of red and swollen from three consecutive kisses and rough tape removal, and Derek needs to look away, close his eyes against the sight. “A curse most foul is amiss; the only cure be true loves kiss,” Stiles whispers.

“How are we supposed to find Stiles’ true love?  It could be anyone,” Isaac complains.

Derek looks back at Stiles, cheeks now as pink as his lips.  This isn’t at all how he imagined doing this, probably would never have done it.  Maybe the spell wasn’t a curse after all.  Maybe it was a gift.

He leans in, Stiles moving to meet him in the scant few inches between them on the loveseat.  Their noses brush, and Derek gets a lungful of Stiles’ scent and then it’s pressure and pleasure and slick wetness that Derek could easily become addicted to.  When he backs away, breathing hard, he sees that Stiles has beard burn now.  He’s a mess, but he’s smiling ear to ear.

“Fucking finally,” Stiles rejoices.

The front door swings open and Jackson waltzes in, see’s them with their arms wrapped around each other, the entire pack looking stunned, and freezes on the threshold.  “Apparently I missed something important.”  

“Yup,” Stiles replies, never sparing Jackson a glance, and leans in for another kiss.     

Derek thinks, yeah, it was definitely a gift.   

[corvid-knight]

Demon Eyes - chapter 1

In which Dave goes in to kill a demon for his bro, and things...don't exactly go as planned. Really, absolutely nothing goes as planned, but that's...somehow okay. Mostly. 

multi-chapter fic; the tag for it on this blog is "demon eyes." 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13740258/chapters/31571496

Your name is Dave Strider, and you're going to fucking die.

There's a demon somewhere in the building, your bro said. He grinned at you, and you didn't flinch even though the look on his face made you feel like he was about to take a swing at you. You're gonna go in and kill it. Or, y'know, not. Maybe. It's up to you, lil' man.

What about you? you asked him. Never mind that questions usually earn you bruises or worse. You didn't want to walk into that damn place. It was abandoned, c'mon, if there's a demon here it's not hurting anyone, there's a couple hundred demons that're actual threats...

I'll be keeping an eye on you, he said. Too quiet. Like he was covering up a laugh, like this whole thing was funny. Gotta see if my lil' bro can handle a solo job, right?

...yeah. Fine. See you in a while, then.

And you checked that your weapons were where they should be, and you walked in. Now? Now you're screwed.

There's something in here, yeah, but you don't have a damn clue where it is. Or what it is, really—Bro called it a demon, but he's used that word for all kinds of things you two have had to kill: vampires, shapeshifters, halfblood fae, actual true demons...

This isn't helping.

"I fucking hate this stupid dark shit..." you mumble, trying to keep your back to a wall. Not that you know where the wall is. For all you know, you're backed up against a door and the thing's about to yank it open and rip you apart.

"That makes two of us," someone says. Not your bro.

Fuck.

You grab for your sword, decide that the demon's probably out of range for that, and pull the gun that you absolutely hate using instead. It won't even kill most demons (or other supernatural creatures) but it'll make the actual kill a hell of a lot easier.

"I see you, asshole," you growl, aiming in the approximate direction of the voice. (You do not, in fact, see him. You can't see anything. Damn.)

"Really?" Great, now he sounds like he's laughing at you. Understandable, since now that he's talking again you can tell that you're pointing your weapon the wrong fucking way. "Good for you, but—"

You reorient and pull the trigger.

He's still talking when the ringing in your ears dies down a little. "—so either you don't actually want to blow a fucking hole in me or you were lying before. That, or I'm a lucky fucker."

Wait. He knows where you are now, he had to have seen the muzzle flash even if he can't see in the dark. Oh, fuck. You need to move—

You have enough time to think that. Then someone grabs your wrist and twists hard enough that you're almost sure bones snap, snatching the gun away.

So fucking embarrassing, you think. Shot with my own weapon. Bro won't even bother claiming my fucking body—

Then you hear the distinct sound of a firearm clattering to the floor, and there's two hands on you instead of one. He doesn't even try to go for your blades, though—just puts more pressure on your already-sore wrist and pulls, one leg sweeping your feet out from under you.

The back of your head hits the concrete floor as the demon's knees drive down onto your chest. Concussion. Cracked ribs. God, but you hate that you can catalogue this shit.

"Get off—" you hiss as soon as you can gasp in a shallow breath.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up." Claws dig into your throat (shit shit shit please no) and are gone almost immediately, leaving a sting of bright red pain there. You're bleeding, but not much. Not yet. "What the fuck are you supposed to be—bait? Food?"

Fuck. "I'm your fucking death, asshole." You spit the words out to cover up the fact that you're fucking terrified right now.

He laughs. A hand dips into your pockets, hunting through them as you squirm and try unsuccessfully to buck him off. "Fucking hunters. You're all overdramatic pieces of shit, you know that?" He finds what he's looking for and sits back just a little, all of his weight still on you, but on your stomach instead of your chest.

When the flashlight clicks on you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut. It's too fucking bright—the only impression you get of the guy holding you down is a flash of pale skin and enormous red and black eyes.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he says, very softly. "You are bait. You're a fucking kid, what the hell?"

"Shut up!" He's got one of your hands pinned down; you swing at him blindly with the other one. Even with your eyes closed you see the flashlight swing and spin as he drops it to catch your wrist. "I've killed you fuckers before, asshole, I'm not—"

He squeezes your wrist. It's the one that he may or may not have broken already, and you stop talking and struggle to hold back a scream.

"You have, haven't you?" He just sounds curious, and you risk opening your eyes again.

Again, you're drawn to his fucking eyes. They're round and surprised, dark pupils huge enough to swallow up normal irises. Not that his are normal—as far as you can tell, he doesn't have sclera, just shifting shades of brighter and darker red.

"Huh." He tilts his head slightly, not enough to break eye contact. "You're too fucking innocent for this shit."

"Fuck you." It's a whisper. You're not even sure you're the one talking.

"Get yourself a fucking incubus if that's what you want."

"Get off me." C'mon, Dave, put some force behind that. Don't just ask him politely; that won't do a damn thing.

"That won't get me out of this shithole, now will it?" The demon shakes his head, claws tracing along your neck again.

Wait. That means he's not holding me—

"No, I'm not holding you. You still won't hit me." He sounds so fucking confident, and even though he's running his fingers across the scratches he already made, he's right. He's fucking right. You can't hit him. You can't fucking move. "I'm not about to kill you, believe it or not."

"Get off me."

"You sound like a fucking broken record."

"My brother's going to take you apart, asshole."

He blinks at that, and you feel whatever's holding you back from trying to hurt him flicker for a second. Just a second, though—not enough to do anything about it. "Your brother." Coming from him, the word sounds like a curse. "So he's the one who set this shit up."

"He didn't set anything up."

"You don't know anything."

"What?" The flashlight's a little bit away from your hand; you reach out and grab it, aiming it up at his face. Maybe you want him to flinch. That doesn't happen; all he does is blink again and reach up to shade his eyes for a moment as his pupils shrink down.

He's cute, you think. Those eyes are strange but pretty, and his face is the perfect shape to frame them, with curly red hair that goes so fucking well with that pale skin. He called you a kid, but he doesn't look older than around seventeen himself. Then you think, fuck, what's wrong with me?

"I mean, I don't know if it's something wrong with you, but I can think of a couple wrong things here." He shifts to kneel straddling your stomach, rather than keep his weight on you, and you can't help but sigh in relief.

Which is blotted out by anger as you realize that he's just responded to something you didn't say again. "Get the fuck out of my head!"

"You're the one in my head, fuckass—you quit talking and I'll stop eavesdropping." The demon punctuates the sentence with a long, low snarl, and you have to force yourself to not flinch back. "Listen."

"No, fuck you—"

"Listen to me." The words have an echo, one that you don't hear with your ears. "I don't want to kill you."

"Yeah, right."

"Your fucking brother knocked me out and trapped me here. If I had a fucking choice, I'd be somewhere where you stupid ass-headed hunters can't pin anything on me." He touches your face, this time, and you can see that his nails are just that—not claws, just long-ish nails. You've seen women with more dangerous-looking manicures. "But no, you've got a brother who's the darkest motherfucker I've ever tasted, who decided he had to round me up like a fucking animal, send you in here to get killed—"

"That's not what he's doing!" Okay, now you can shout at him. Drown out what he's saying, even though some part of you is nodding in agreement. "I'm supposed to kill you, he sent me in here to kill you, it's—it's..."

He leans forward and lays a warm finger across your lips. "Shush. You'll have him in here if you scream like that."

"Good. Let him kill you." And probably beat me half to death for ending up in this fucking position.

"Wow, so you're willing to let him hurt you just as long as I die."

"Stop doing that!"

"Can't help it." The demon shrugs; his eyes narrow as he leans down to put his face even nearer yours. "Do you want to kill me?" His teeth are even whiter than his skin, sharp and too fucking close to your throat right now. "I haven't hurt you. I'm not interested in hurting you. I just want someone to break the circle around this place and let me leave."

Because you're a fucking coward, you close your eyes. "There's no goddamn circle."

"Oh, there is. Lucky humans just can't see it." Both of his hands are on your chest now, pressing down lightly enough that it doesn't hurt. "This entire place smells like him—corrupt, evil; I can fucking taste how much he wants to hurt us."

"You. He wants to hurt you."

"Both of us," he says again, and laughs. There's a bitter note in it. "Your blood remembers hundreds of times it escaped your body because of something he did. He wants me to die, but he wants you to be hurt."

Fuck.

"I found a nerve, didn't I?" He brushes his fingertips across your cheek again, but this time you snap the hand that's not holding the flashlight up and grab his wrist.

"Shut up." When you open your eyes, he doesn't look as scared as you expect. Curious, maybe. "You don't know him. You don't know me. You don't know anything—"

"Shush." His free hand traces up your ribs, and you flinch, but you find that you can't bring yourself to strike him. Those fucking eyes, you think, and he nods. "Mhm. There's a reason they're the windows to the soul; everybody knows that, right? But here. How deep was the cut? Was this the one he sewed up, to show you how to give yourself stitches, or did you do it?"

"I fucking hate you." You're lying. The demon's voice is too soft and sympathetic for you to actually hate him. Plus...he's right. He can't possibly know about training sessions and killing lessons that your brother's been putting you through almost since you were old enough to walk, but he does know. "You're wrong."

His eyes change. The red nuances shift in a pattern that you instinctively recognise as sorrow. "He'll kill you. Or he'll keep you like some kind of fucking beast, just so he can keep getting off on having you hurt and scared."

He doesn't scare me, you mean to say. Or, He doesn't hurt me.

Something else completely comes out, in a tone rough enough that you can barely recognise your own voice. "So I fucking hope for the former and expect the latter. It's not rocket science."

...shit, I didn't say that. No. Not out loud. Not to a demon.

"You did say it." His lips curve up in a smile that's not reflected in his eyes. "Say something else."

"...what?"

"It's simple." He leans down further, pressing his face into the side of your neck. You can feel sharp teeth brush against your skin as he whispers, but he doesn't draw blood. "Ask for my help. 'Help me.' Just say that. Let me take the fucker down, okay?"

No. I can't. That's a demon. He's a hunter, he's my goddamn brother—

But he's still murmuring in your ear, reminding you of your whole fucking life as his hands run across your torso and trace the crisscross of scars that he can't possibly see through your shirt. So fucking many scars, and yeah, some of them are from fights with demons or what he calls demons, but the rest?

Your brother's been hurting you in the name of keeping you alive for damn near your whole life. I hope for the former, you said a minute ago—and that's true, isn't it? You want Bro to kill you. You want this shit to be over.

There's something warm and faintly salty on your lips. Not blood. Worse. Tears.

Such a pathetic admission of weakness. He'd kill you for that.

"Help me," you whisper, and close your eyes.

The demon laughs in your ear, breath hot against your skin, and pulls back. His full weight slams down onto your chest again, and you gasp in shock. You only get one breath in, though, because then his hands are closing around your throat, claws digging in and drawing blood. "Oh, you fucking weak bitch..."

"No—"

Hey. Calm down. Trust me, hunter, I do have a fucking plan.

His voice is in your head, soothing and gentle and completely at odds with the gleeful snarl on his face as he strangles you with one hand and rips bloody lines in your shirt with the other. Except...

You've been choked out before, and he's not doing that. It might look like he's killing you, but really? It's a little pain, a little bit hard to breathe, but every fucking sparring match with Bro takes you closer to death than this does.

Yeah. You gotta bleed for this to have a chance, but I'll fix it later. Assuming it works. Now I need you to scream for your fucking brother.

He'll kill you. You don't say it out loud, but the demon grins wider, shaking his head slightly.

Other way around, he tells you, and takes his hand off your throat, grabbing a handful of your hair. Scream.

And when he slams your head against the floor, you do. It's a hoarse, weak sound—you still kind of can't breathe, he's left bruises on your neck—but your second cry is louder, recognisable as a call for your brother. The demon's clawing at your chest and there's blood on his hands, he leans down and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and you fucking howl.

Bro doesn't come.

The demon keeps hurting you, carving patterns into the lattice of old scars that cover your chest, and you struggle but you can't throw him off. You bite your tongue and taste blood, when he slams your head against the floor again and you keep screaming. His hand closes around your throat and you try to scream, you try so fucking hard—

There is the distinct and familiar sound of something solid impacting something alive, and the demon's weight leaves your chest. You have approximately two seconds to sob in a breath; then your brother's hauling you to your feet, tossing the tire iron he just decked the demon with to the floor.

"Fucking idiot!" Before you can look up at him, his fist hits your chest, right where the demon bit you. You barely manage to swallow your cry of pain. "Can't do any-fucking-thing right, can you, Dave! Can you?"

It's a question, but your throat hurts too much to answer it even when he grabs your shoulders and gives you a rough shake. You shake your head, though.

That earns you another punch, this one to your face. Something crunches in your nose—maybe he's broken it, maybe not, but there's blood running down your face now. You can feel it and taste it.

"Let that fucking thing get on top of you? Let it win?" He shakes you again, and this time you can't hold back the sound you make. "Fucking weak bitch—you're no Strider, are you? Are you?"

"Bro, please—" you manage, and this time he backhands you and something definitely just broke in your face. Oh, god.

"Shut the fuck up, lil' man, I just saved your fucking life and you—"

He stops talking, and you automatically close your eyes against the expected blow.

When it doesn't come, you open them again.

Your brother isn't even looking at you anymore. No, he's looking down, past where he's gripping your shoulders.

You look down too, and immediately step back. There's six inches of bloody blade sticking out of his chest—your sword, your fucking sword, he'd never touch the European-style shortsword you favor, he only uses his goddamn pretentious katana and that's not...that's not...

When you step away he sways and collapses, and the demon wrenches the blade out of your brother's back. He looks so much less human now—his skin's pure marble white, red hair darker, closer to the color of blood, with short horns poking out of it. He tosses your sword aside, giving you a quick glance with eyes that burn with fiery light and a fanged smile, then falls to his knees and drags your brother half-upright.

I don't want to see this, you think.

Still, you don't move until the demon bows his head and rips out Bro's throat with his teeth. You see the spray of blood, you see white bone shining through the red, and then you spin away and immediately trip over your own feet.

Thank god that you catch yourself and end up on hands and knees, because you're retching even on the way down, and the sounds of tearing flesh from behind you are more than enough to ruin any chance you have of getting yourself under control. Everything in your stomach seems to come up at once—except that can't be right, because it doesn't stop. You see your brother, you taste the blood in your mouth, and you keep throwing up.

At some point, your arms give out.

You don't fall into your mess, though. Someone's holding you up. He's holding you up. The demon.

Are you going to kill me? you wonder. Somehow you can't bring yourself to care much. That can't be worse than puking your guts out, can it?

"No, Dave," he murmurs in your ear, and you're scared as hell for a second before you remember that Bro used your name, before—fuck, please don't think about that, I don't want to see. "I won't kill you. I told you I wouldn't. I don't lie."

"He's dead." Damn, but you sound awful.

"Yeah. Fucker's dead." The demon loosens his grip on you for a second, quickly tightening it again when you almost fall. "We should go."

"Body. His body."

"There isn't one. We need to go, Dave; I don't fucking like it here."

We. He keeps saying that.

"I can carry you—"

God, you want him to carry you, you really do. But you shake your head and make a decent effort to stand up. "Nah. I got it. Grab my sword? And the light?"

You feel him nod, more than you see it, and he lets go of you again. Once he's not touching you, you raise one hand to wipe at your face, almost sobbing when you accidentally touch your nose. Yeah, he broke it. And you'll have some messy bruises tomorrow, too; only the ones from the demon are where you can cover them up.

He slides your sword back into the sheath on your hip while you're still checking your face; the movement's so subtle that you're not surprised you didn't notice him taking it in the first place. "It's clean."

"Thanks." As he pulls your arm over his shoulder, it occurs to you that you still haven't asked one of the most basic questions. "Hey, man."

"Mm?" He adjust the flashlight in his free hand so you can see his face. He looks human again—or at least as human as he did before. There's a rising bruise across one temple, but not a drop of blood on him. "What?"

"I don't know your name."

"Oh." And the demon smiles. "Vantas. Karkat Vantas."

"Dave Strider." Your smile back feels really fucking shaky, but at least you're trying. "You killed my brother. I, uh. I owe you." So fucking much.

Don't worry, we'll work that out, he says without saying anything. Then, "Worry about that later—I'm planning on hanging around you for a while. Let's get the fuck out of this shithole."

"Yeah. Let's go break that fucking circle."

And you lean on him, and he takes your weight like it's nothing and steers you towards what you assume is the exit. You trust him to get both of you out of here.

Which is...weird as hell. But fuck it. He's a demon and you trust him anyway. After all, he helped you. You owe him.

...and surprisingly, you're okay with that.

[jojuarez26]

We found love in a hopeless place Part 16

I take a moment before opening the door to compose myself after the flood of emotions that just fucked me up. I don't have time to explore it right now.

I take one last look back and close the door putting my lock down code in. As I jog down the hall way ready to call Max I hear the bitch screech my name.

I stop and turn around. Honestly I wish she looked more genuinely pissed than just for show pissed. I know the difference to well.

"You bastard. Give me back my son," she yells in my face.

I take a step back and breath. Damn Dara to hell.

"No. We are getting ready to go into lock down. As my son he falls under my protection and no you cant go with him. OUR son is safe. Go home Dara I will call you later." I turn to go

Dara grabs my arm to swing me around and throw a punch.

Seeing as how I am faster and smarter, she fails as I turn her and grip her arms behind her back.

"You son of bitch. I hate you. I fucking HATE YOU," she is screaming like a damn banshee.

"Yeah I know."

I see Schmidt a guard, heading towards us. Perfect.

"Schmidt take her to lock please. Single cell, low security. Thank you," I had her over ready to go.

"ERIC YOU SO-"

"Dara enough. I don't have time for this. I will talk to you later. I promise." With that I pay her no more mind and start jogging down the hall way again finally calling Max.

"Max," he snaps into the phone.

"It's Eric."

"Damn it Coulter! Where are you and what the fuck is going on." He barked into the phone.

"On the way to my office. Max if you have ever trusted me as a leader I need you to trust me now. I need a state of emergency meeting called for in an hour and we need a compound wide lock down now. Please Max," I actually ALMOST beg.

"Eric I've always trusted you. Your just an asshole so I don't give you the reigns. Right now, I just respected your authority more than I ever have. I hearby give you temporary control of the compound. I'll see you in an hour." Pride fills his voice.

"Thank you Sir," I breath a sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me son. Just make me fucking proud." The line goes dead

This day is unbelievable. I must be stuck somewhere between a nightmare and a perfect fucking dream.

I storm in my office demanding orders of my secretary, booting up my computer and scrambling for files.

The familiar hated fucking number flashes on my phone for the fifth time in seven minutes. I have zero time and even less patient for this bitch right now. I finally decided to answer it.

"NOW IS NOT THE DAMN TIME JEANINE," I bellow into the phone.

"Eric what the hell have you done. You just put my niece and grandson in eminent danger."

My stomach dropped and my world stopped spinning.

"What did you just say?" I almost whisper

I know Sam is her niece, but how in the ever loving fuck does she think she is MY SONS grandmother.

"You miserable ass lieing ass bitch. Fuck you," I spit with malice.

"Dara is unfortunately my train wreck of a daughter. I told her when I found out she was with child with Adam. Trying to keep her from completely fucking up another human beings life. He is not an expirment to me Eric. He is my grandson."

This is worse than a gawd damn nightmare because I know I am fucking awake.

"I don't believe you," I deadpan.

"Check the email you just received," she sounds like nails on a chalk board.

I opened the file and start to feel nauseous as I skim the files.

"I would not lie to Eric. Not about this and not now. You have no idea what you have just done and the danger you just put my family in. You need my help."

Blind rage bubbles up and out my mouth.

"NO! MY FAMILY, MY SON, MY GIRL!! YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM YOU EVIL BITCH!" I didn't realize I was screaming like a child until Jeanine's voice cut me off.

"Now is not the time for foolish pride get in your way right now. I don't want to take them I want to protect them. Where are they right now?"

"Not your business where Sam and Adam are. Your miserable offspring is currently in lockup." I mumble.

"Lockup? Why on earth is that ridiculous girl in lockup?" I can picture her rolling her perfect eyes while tapping her perfectly manicured nails on her desk.

"I put there. I don't have time for her tantrums and games. I knew she'd be safe and out of my way. Jeanine I have to go. I will be in touch" I leave no room for arguments.

"Fine. Three hours Eric. If I don't hear from you I will find you." It is definitely a threat.

"No promises," I end the call

"Your day is hella fucked up today isn't Sir."

I spin around to face my useless, big mouth secretary.

Perfect, just fucking great. I will end this bitch if she runs off at her mouth. I am about to tell her ignorant ass as much too.

"Keilynne. You know I don't like you, can't stand you actually right?" I slowly stalk towards her, grinning as she backs herself into a wall.

"Sir?" She says confused and frankly pretty frightened. Good.

I bet over her essentially pinning her to the wall. I place my lips right on her ear. Then I start to speak again.

"As a matter of fact I would probably enjoy throwing you into the Chasm. So. Hopefully you see where this is potentially going." She swallows hard and just nods, tears welling in her eyes.

"If you so much as even whisper a single word of ANYTHING you just heard, to anyone. I will end you just for shits and giggles. Am I making myself clear," I ask sternly but deadly quiet.

"Y-y-yess Sir. Cr-crystal." Two tears slide down her cheek.

Just to be extra fucking sadistic, I place the ghost of a kiss on her cheek catching one of her tears.

"Perfect. Now.get.back.to.WORK," I take a step back and she ran out of my office.

It's a hard job being a dick, but somebody has to enjoy it. Right? Fuck, a glance at my watch tells me I have twenty minutes left. Better get a move on it.

The halls of the Dauntless compound are all but empty and silent. A patrol passing speaking in whispers here and there. Otherwise. Nothing.

It angers and pains me to see my faction like this. What hurts even worse? Knowing I caused this. This is my fault.

I scan my palm on the first door and my retinas at the second. This is the absolute most secure room in all of Dauntless.

All but two people that are needed are here. One is in my home with my family, where the fuck is Murphy, our second in command engineer? That isn't setting well with me as I take my seat next to Max.

"Four?" Max ask

"Sam and Adam. And Murph?" This isn't going to end well.

"I had hoped beyond hell you knew," he sighs. We both know what this means

"Fuck. For whatever fucking reason we don't know, one of our top engineers is a faction traitor," I grit threw my teeth.

"Well yes and no. He is actually a dead faction traitor as of fifteen minutes ago," Macy speaks as she sits down.

"Come again?" Fuck my life. The universe officially hates me today

It's then I notice the small smears of blood on Macy's cheeks and arm. Just keeps getting better.

"When we started to initiate the lockdown, Amber or is it Audra? Anyway his damn wife noticed he sent out ten encrypted files. So she texted Harrison. I went to confront him. He pulled a knife, I pulled a gun. And well he is currently in the Chasm with three new bullet holes. Oops," Mace shrugs her shoulders.

Macy may not be one of my favorite people, but she is a bad ass bitch and I respect the hell out of her. Well, most of the time

"Any ideas who, what, when, where and why?" Max frowned. This shit just kept rolling down hill.

"Yes, but I doubt you will believe me," she rolls her eyes and shrugs.

"You would be surprised what I will believe at the current moment. Try me," I say leaning back

"He is a plant. From outside the wall."

"Detain Abby," "Audra," "What the fuck ever. Detain that bitch now and lock down there living quarters as a crime scene," I growled.

"So, you believe me?" She ask in a nervous voice.

"Today? Absofuckinglutely," I sneer.

"Oh thank Gawd. I just knew you where going to think I am shot the fuck out," she blows out the breath she was holding.

"Where did the intel come from?"

"He told me. As he threatened to remove my pretty eyeballs and feed them to me just before I filled him full of lead.'

"Son of bitch Max this is bad. Every fucking minute that ticks by it gets worse," I groan.

"Eric fuck you. You're jinx it bro," Macy sighs dramatically.

"Enough both of you. Lets get started shall we?" Max chides.

I clear my throat and stand. I hope beyond all hope my faction will forgive me. I let my personal shit dictate what happened that ultimately affected my whole faction. I look around and I just see people who want and need answers. No anger or frustration. So far. Here goes nothing.

"Thank you all for being here. I want to start by saying I am amazed and proud of you all for serving your faction well when duty called." Looks of appreciation.

"Now I would like to sincerely apologize to all of you personally. I am most of the reasons why are faction is heading into uncharted, dangerous territory." Now confusion.

"How so Eric?" Brandon, head of the patrols asked.

Here goes nothing. I just dive in head first and tell my faction the honest truth of all the events that lead us here.

Forty-five minutes in, Brandon asked for the floor and I hand it over.

"Eric I can't speak for the entire faction, but I am willing to bet most of us would agree, nobody blames you. You reacted as ANY of us would. You have done something alot of people wouldn't. You accepted your responsibility and you have stepped the fuck up. This is Dauntless, this is who we are and what we do. You have my full and absolute support going forward in this situation. No regrets. We are Dauntless," Brandon ends in battle cry.

"We are Dauntless!" Erupts around the room. I am shocked to say the least.

"I told you people like you dick," Max whispers in my ear.

I turn to look at my leader. The look of pride in his eyes sends a wave of emotion over me. I look out to my fellow Dauntless. The looks of pride, respect, commeradery and... acceptance, have me feeling for the first time I truly belong.

Five hours later we close our session out and will reconvene at seven am. I can't help but stop Brandon on his way out.

"I, I just wanted to. Thank you. For believing in me and standing by our faction." The words feel awkward and foreign on my tongue.

Brandon extends his hand to shake mine. I take it gratefully.

"Look man, I'm an asshole. It's just, who I am. But at the end of the day I take my duties to my faction seriously. Until you, today, I felt Max was the only person to take me seriously. It just, I. Once again thank you,"I mumble like a fucking fool

"Eric nobody thought you didn't take your commitment to this faction seriously or that you weren't a good leader. Quite the opposite actually. But I do agree that you are an asshole and more often than night unappoarchable. After today though, I think people's opinions might have changed a little. Nobody expects you to be someone your not or that you will change in a day. But keep stepping in this direction man. You'd be surprised what you will find." Brandon showed nothing but respect in everything he said.

I nodded my head in appreciation and said goodnight.

"Fucking proud son. All the way. You finally have realized you are home," Max boasted clapping me on the shoulder.